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FIW Relentless; October 16, 2005
Topic Started: Oct 17 2005, 02:15 AM (386 Views)
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This is a Full Intensity Wrestling Production. The FIW logo covers the screen momentarily before fading back out. Through the darkness Papa Roach's "Getting Away With Murder" comes up through the speakers. As the song plays, the screen runs down how all the matches brought us to this night! The package ends, showing the Relentless poster on the screen.

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The camera cuts inside Madison Square Garden. Thousands of pyros begin to shoot off as the fans in attendance go crazy for FIW! The camera pans along the jam-packed stands before focusing in on the two announce teams.

JH: Hello ladies and gentleman and welcome to RELENTLESS!!!! We are sold out here in Madison Square Garden and what an event it's going to be! I'm Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast collegue Thomas Moore!

TM: I am so excited for this event tonight, Jonathan! Chris Maclay is going to defeat Swytch for the five billionth time and Swytch may very well never get another

JH: Tonight they will face off in a Dual Crown Championship match. Swytch is gonna try for the gold one more time. Spirit of Honor rules in the first fifteen minutes, then barbwire ropes in the final fifteen minutes! Swytch was denied a rematch, so he stole the Spirit of Honor Championship, prompting this match tonight.

TM: And what about Kennedy and Nadia Kassle? They've been owning Dante and Kailey for nearly two months! Tonight they're gonna finish it.

JH: Kailey's in-ring return is here tonight. She will team with Dante Coles to face the duo of Kennedy and Nadia. This time, it's two-on-two.

TM: And then Jim O'Brien vs. Orion Oldriod for the Ultimate Endurance Championship. Will Jim be here? Or will he not be here?

JH: That remains the question. And speaking of Relentless, perhaps no man has been more relentless in his quest for revenge than Carlos Kane. Tonight he'll finally face Sean James one-on-one.

TM: Technically, it's not a match, Jonathan! Madison Lee refused to sanction this Last Man Standing match. But it's still gonna happen!

JH: And I hope Carlos Kane pays Sean back for everything he's done to him!

TM: But the matches don't end there. In fact, the TNT matches start with a Fighting Spirit Championship Match between Remy Barteaux and 'The Predator' Rick Proctor!

JH: That's where we're starting. But first, we've got Slam Thursday kicking us off. Guys?

KR: Thanks Jonathan and Thomas!

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KR: Well folks the following match is scheduled for a Poisonous Snake Pit Deathmatch…something original that’s for sure….

CM: That’s for sure, but look at the ring the way that it is dressed up.

DV: Yeah, the ring has special netting along the bottom of the apron to the first rope so that the snakes do not escape into the crowd. And there are the protective plastic boxes in opposing corners of the ring with Western Diamondback Rattlesnakes!

CM: These guys had to sign a release form earlier today so that Slam! wouldn’t be responsible for any fatalities.

KR: These guys have no idea what they are getting themselves into, I can’t believe that they have signed to compete in such a match.

DV: I think this match is going to go down in the history of Slam!

The tunes of “No Time To Cry" by Sisters Of Mercy sends the crowd into a frenzy as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Deathmatch Bastard, the Crimson King…whatever you want to call him he walks threw the curtains…

Charles Cruz: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a POISONOUS SNAKE PIT DEATHMATCH! The first opponent comes weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds…he is THE DEATHMATCH BASTARD HIMSELF!….. TOOOOAAAAN!!!!!

He stands on the top of the walkway before doing his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the stage to erupt! Toan pulls a carriage behind him full of goodies and toys that he will use this match. They then die down before Toan walks down the walkway, slapping hands with his adoring fans before throwing all of his toys into the ring before he slides in and once again delivers his trademarks to the hardcore fans.

CM: Toan making his way down to the ring with toys in his carriage, he always has ways to improvise in a match.

DV: Yeah he has tons of objects from light bulbs to barbed wire.

The arena lights go dim, a red flood light shines on the entrance way. All of a sudden, a DJ-like, robotic voice comes over the loudspeaker. "8, 7, 6, 6, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…………0." Then the opening riff by #7 blares over the speakers, followed by the riff of #4, then the bass riff of #2. Then all of a sudden, #8 screams and a loud pyro explodes near the entrance way.

Charles Cruz: And the opponent hailing from Kill, Adelphia. Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds, he is THE MAGGOT…….TOMMMMMY KIIIIINNNG!!!

Then, Tommy King comes bursting through the curtain as a pyro explodes yet again, and a sparkler-outlined “666” lowers over the ring. King stands on the ramp, soaking in the ovation that he gets from the crowd, because he knows that they love him. He then takes off in a sprint, and slides under the bottom rope. He jumps to the nearest middle turnbuckle and throws the “Devil Horns” in the air.

CM: If Tommy was a smart person he would have at least used his head to bring down some sort of defense weapon.

DV: I’m sure that Toan wouldn’t mind sharing any of his weapons with Tommy, he has more than enough to give to the first few rows of fans.

Both mean stand in the ring with the crowd divided right down the middle and the intensity can be felt by both men as the crowd cheers them on for this hardcore bout ready to happen. The referee calls for the bell and the bell is rung and Toan sets up for a grapple and Tommy shakes his head and goes and grapples Toan. Toan grabs Tommy’s arm and he twists it behind him and Tommy counters the move with an arm drag, but Toan drags Tommy down to the mat with him and he locks him with a leg scissors and Tommy kicks up both men landing on their feet facing each other once again.

CM: Well I still don’t see the point in this match really, are they supposed to unleash the snakes at each other or something?

KR: Your guess is as good as mine…but look at the ropes they have been replaces with barbed wire.

DV: Toan takes a different approach in the match and begins with a grappling tactic…

Toan grabs barbed wire from the floor of the ring and he charges at Tommy and he clotheslines him and as Toan gets up he pulls back the barbed wire that was stuck on Tommy’s neck causing a lot of scratching to both men. Tommy wipes his neck and he bleeds a little here and there and Toan grabs the barbed wire and tries to wrap it around his neck, but Tommy catches him as he tries to wrap it around his neck and flips him over with the barbed wire digging into his hands.

CM: Toan is quickly to grab any weapons and use it to his advantage, look at what he is trying to accomplish with the barbed wire!

DV: I think we need to get a clarification on the rules of the match, granted it is set up like a snake pit, but we have all these weapons that Toan has brought down to the ring with him.

KR: Maybe I can try and get a word from the back on the details, because there is nothing in our plan-o-gram.

Tommy peels the barbed wire off of his hand and lets it down and he grabs Toan up and swings him into the corner turnbuckle. Tommy charges towards Toan and he delivers a series of shoulder strikes digging his shoulder into Toan’s abdomen. Tommy then climbs out of the ring through the second rope and he grabs a chair and throws it into the ring followed by a two by four and parking signs. Tommy slides into the ring and he takes a handicap sign and slams Toan over the head with the sign knocking him down to the canvas.

CM: Tommy is taking this match in an approach as a hardcore match…

DV: Tommy was once apart of the Hardcore division that Slam! had some many years ago, he knows what to do.

KR: It seems that someone has misplaced the rules to this match backstage, they’re looking for it as we speak.

Tommy throws the dented sign out of the ring and he grabs Toan by the hair raising him up to his feet. As Tommy gets him up to his feet Toan pulls out his fork from his boot and stabs Tommy in the right arm with it. Tommy flinches back and he knees Toan, but Toan again forks his right arm and now blood is shed all over the canvas. Toan doesn’t stop there he forks Tommy’s arm a couple more time until Tommy eye rakes him. Tommy grabs his arm and wipes off all of the blood from his arm as the puncture marks still reside a few drops of blood on it.

CM: Toan brought out the fork, that sneaky little bastard he knows how to improvise the situation that he is in.

DV: Look at the blood flowing form Tommy’s arm, these men are going to shed a lot of blood by the looks of it.

KR: Nothing yet.

Tommy grabs Toan’s arm and he swings him into the ropes and on the rebound Tommy executes a shoulder back toss and Toan lands on the chair with force denting the legs a little. Toan rolls around as pain shoots down his lower back and Toan gets up and turns around to see Tommy with the barbed wire wrapped around his fist. Tommy jabs Toan in the forehead and more blood is spilt as Toan is cut opened. Toan falls back on the barbed wire ropes and the blood trickles down his eyes and he climbs out of the ring through the second barbed rope onto the apron, Tommy looks over at the snakes hissing in the boxes.

CM: You can hear the hissing and rattling coming from the snakes up here, I can’t believe that we have live snakes down there.

DV: I think the point of the match is like any regular Deathmatch, no rules, but with added snakes to it.

KR: I want to get clarification on it.

Toan grabs onto the top rope barbed wire holding his self up as he wipes the blood off of his forehead and Tommy exits the ring onto the apron where both men begin to exchange blows. Toan goes for a right, but Tommy blocks the move and grabs Toan’s arm and he delivers an arm drag off of the apron on the concrete floor surrounding the ring. The fans all gasp as Toan is knocked out and Tommy is also out of it. Both men lay on the concrete as the referee checks to make sure both men aren’t too badly hurt. Referee Owens makes sure both men are breathing and he clears that the match can continue.

DV: ARM DRAG TO THE CONCRETE I DON’T THINK THAT BOTH MEN KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING TO EACH OTHER.

KR: Tommy could have seriously injured himself and Toan in the process of that hellacious arm drag off of the apron.

CM: Did you get anything yet on the match clarifications?

KR: Nothing.

Tommy rolls on his back and he drapes his arm over the weakened Toan and before the referee can even begin to count Toan already gets his shoulder up and Tommy can’t believe that he survived suck a sick bump and Tommy grabs the barricade trying to get himself up to his feet. Toan lies on the ground as Tommy is up on his feet. Tommy goes and grabs Toan to get up and Toan uses the apron for more leverage and he finally makes it up to his feet. Tommy goes for a stiff jab, but Toan ducks the move and Toan kicks Tommy in the stomach. Tommy doubles over and Toan wraps his arm around Tommy’s neck and he delivers a thunderous DDT onto the cement floor.

CM: Toan just laid Tommy on the cement floor of the arena!

KR: Look at the snake box, they’re eagered to get out of the boxes…

DV: Well we have snake wranglers on the outskirts just in cause anything happens.

Tommy falls on his back after the DDT and Toan grabs a bag and he shakes the bag and the crowd begins to cheer and Toan pulls out a bunch of tacks. Toan drops the tacks on the concrete floor and he grabs Tommy by the hair and he kicks Tommy in the stomach and Tommy doubles over again. Toan grabs Tommy’s arm ready to deliver a hip toss, but Tommy counters the move and he hip tosses Toan right on to the tacks. Toan rolls around on the tacks in pain. Toan gets up off of the tacks and his back is full with them and Tommy picks him up and body slams him on the floor again driving them in further and puncturing his skin as blood spots are now visible.

CM: Damn there must be at least more then fifty tacks on Toan’s body.

DV: The pain isn’t having them put in, but taking them out, its hurts like a bitch!

KR: Dammit, nothing yet.

Toan gets up off of the floor with tacks pinned into his every body part and he is seriously hurting as Tommy comes charging and he clothesline him back to the tacked infested concrete. This time Toan gets up with tacks on his face and pries them off and he falls back on the barricade holding himself up. Tommy comes around the corner with a chair and he swings the chair at Toan and Toan ducks and Tommy smacks the barricade and drops the chair onto the floor. Tommy turns around and charges at Toan and Toan takes him down with a drop toe hold and Tommy’s face is planted right onto the steel steps busting his mouth. Tommy rests on the stairs as blood begins to pour out of his mouth, Toan grabs him by the back of his head and he grabs the cable for the camera and begins to choke Tommy with it.

CM: Toan is full with those damn tacks…you think that he would be trying to take them off of him.

DV: That’s the thing, they hurt when you take them out, his body is going to be aching for days.

KR: Well there is more blood shed here with Tommy suffering from a busted mouth via the steel steps.

DV: Toan is choking Tommy with the camera wire, shit I think he might be choking on his own blood also.

Tommy tries to stop Toan from choking him with the wire and he can’t stop him so he drags his hands on the floor looking for something that he can use to stop Toan from choking him. Tommy picks up a hand full of the tacks and he forces them into Toan’s face and Toan lets go of the cable trying to pry the tacks off of his face and nose. Tommy falls down to his knees and he begins to cough up a shit load of blood. Tommy gets up as blood continues to pour out of his mouth and he grabs Toan by the arm and swings him into the ring post and Toan crashes face first into it.

DV: Tommy with a handful of tacks to Toan’s face again.

KR: Yeah Toan was literally making Tommy choke on his own blood.

Toan falls on the concrete in front of the ramp and he lies there was Tommy comes walking around the corner with the chair once again. Tommy waits for Toan to get up to his feet which only takes a few seconds and as Toan brings his head up he is blasted over the head with the chair busting open. Tommy holds the chair in the air and the fans begins to cheer him on for more violence and hardcore. Toan rolls up onto the ramp and Tommy grabs him by the arm raising him up to his feet and Toan is out of it his eyes full with blood. Tommy kicks Toan in the gut and he doubles over and Tommy puts Toan’s head between his legs setting him up for a powerbomb.

DV: Tommy signaling to the fans as he sets Toan up for a powerbomb.

CM: Wait can’t you see that Toan has something in his hands.

KR: I can’t bloody see anything.

Tommy flips Toan up for the powerbomb and as he raises him up Toan has a lead pipe in his hand and he blast Tommy over the forehead and Toan falls right on Tommy. Tommy is pretty much out cold and Toan rolls on his back catching his breathe. Toan rolls up onto his feet and he grabs Tommy by the hair. Tommy is up and Toan hits him with a few jabs before kicking him in the gut and causing him to double over. Toan puts Tommy’s head between his legs just like Tommy did to him.

CM: Toan is going to execute the powerbomb instead!

DV: He is going to take Tommy out with this move!

Tommy manages to counter the move and he pushes Toan back against the apron of the ring. Toan is already up waiting for him and as Tommy turns a round Toan charges towards him and Tommy delivers a shoulder back toss and Toan crashes down onto the ramp damaging it.

DV: Tommy shoulder back tossed Toan onto the ramp!

KR: I got word that they found the purpose of this match, but are ironing out the details now.

Toan tries to get to his feet and he finds a cane and uses it to get up and he begins to use it walking towards Tommy. Tommy looks at him confused and charges towards him and Toan lifts the cane and smacks Tommy over the head with the cane knocking him down. Toan then drops the cane as he tries to adjust to the pain from the chairs he crashed onto. Tommy gets up with a red mark on his forehead the shape of the cane as Toan kicks him back.

CM: Did you see Toan with the cane…that was some funny shit don’t you agree.

DV: The way he used it on Tommy was funnier.

Tommy gets up holding his forehead due to the impact of the cane and Toan waits for the right moment and as Tommy steps forward Toan kicks him in the gut and lifts him up for a suplex and he delivers a reversed one onto the barricade. Tommy is on the barricade and Toan gets a chair and folds it close and he smacks Tommy with the chair. Tommy falls back into the outside ring area after get smashed between the barricade and the chair.

CM: OUCH!!! Tommy can suffer a concussion from that chair shot.

DV: I think he did…look at the replay in slow motion, his head bounces off of the barricade and smacks into the chair from the impact.

Toan climbs the barricade and he looks down at Tommy who is knocked on his back and he turns around and he jumps off with a high impact moonsult landing on Tommy. Toan hurts his knees as he crashes on the concrete and hurts Tommy more from the impact and landing on his right arm. Toan tries to get up, but his knees are in bad shape and Tommy is coming around holding his right arm in pain. Toan grabs the apron of the ring for the second time tonight pulling himself up and Tommy also gets up with the help of the barricade.

CM: These men are killing each other with a slowly, but painful moves.

DV: Toan executed that moonsult pretty damn good…he had the perfect form, but he paid for it with his knees.

Toan has his hand in the ring and he moves it along the perimeter and he feels something and when he looks he finds the fork that he lost on the beginning of the match. Toan’s eye lights up as he has his favorite weapon and he looks back at Tommy who comes charging at Toan for a spear. Toan stops him with a knee to the jaw and Tommy bites down on his tongue and Toan stabs him a couple more times in his right arm with enjoyment in his face. Tommy takes the fork pain and he grabs Toan by the arm making him drop the fork on the ground and Tommy grabs spray-paint can off of the floor and sprays Toan in the eyes with the damn thing. Toan covers his eyes as lime green is the new color of his face…Tommy grabs Toan and he executes a russian leg sweep onto the apron of the ring.

CM: Tommy fucking spray-painted Toan’s face with lime green paint.

DV: Toan looks like a fucking toad.

KR: Well I just got the rules to the match and indeed this match doesn’t even count as a valid entry, the men are supposed to stay in the ring. That is why there is barbed wire ropes instead of the normal ones used. They are to compete in the ring and everything that they have just done to each other is unqualified.

A second referee runs down to ring and he goes over the rules with Owens who discovers that the match is going to be restarted in the ring. Toan and Tommy are brought into the ring as referee Owens takes the time to announce the rules of the match and before long the bell is called and both are still overwhelmed from their actions earlier as they begin to circle each other.

CM: I can’t believe the match was fucked up…

DV: Well someone lost the guidelines to the match and it was started like a regular Deathmatch.

KR: That’s the reason for the barbed wire ropes is so that the wrestlers aren’t able to leave the ring.

Tommy charges at Toan and he grabs him by the face and he tries to drive Toan’s face into one of the box with the snake, but Toan is able to put up his guard and he elbows Tommy in the midsection and wipes him into the barbed wire, but Tommy stops before inducing more pain upon himself. Tommy turns around and he gets punched by Toan and Tommy comes back with his own strike at the Champion. They continue to exchange a few more blows before Toan eye rakes Tommy.

CM: Still shocked that the match had to be restarted.

DV: Shit happens.

Tommy stumbles around the ring as Toan stalks him from behind and he grabs him by the arm turning him around and Tommy grabs Toan by the eyes and he delivers an eye rake of his own and now both men aren’t able to perceive each other. They both stumble around before they regain their eye sight and Tommy grabs Toan by the arm and he wipes him into the corner, but Toan stops himself before falling into the box with the rattle snake inside.

KR: Toan stopping himself before he falls into the box with the poisonous snake.

DV: These are creatures that shouldn’t be messed with.

Toan turns around and Tommy kicks him in the midsection and Tommy delivers a scoop slam and Toan lands on his back as he looks out of the corner of his eye and he sees a barbed wire bat that he brought into the match earlier. Toan reaches for the bat and he grabs it swinging it at Tommy, who backs up with his hands in the air.

CM: Toan with the barbed wire bat!

Tommy kicks the bat out of Toan’s hand and he grabs it and Toan steps back himself as Tommy begins to tease Toan with the raking of the bat across his head. Toan kicks Tommy in the midsection and he retrieves the bat for himself. Tommy’s wife runs down to the ring and she has a chair in hand as she throws it into the ring supporting her husband. Tommy grabs the chair and he squares off with Toan as both men begin to try and knock the weapon from each others hands.

KR: We have a chair vs. a barbed wire bat.

DV: The possibilities with these weapons.

Tommy swings the chair and he misses Toan, but Toan takes action quickly and he kicks the chair out of Tommy’s hand and bashes Tommy in the back of the head with the barbed wire bat knocking him face first into the canvas. Toan then gets on the back of Tommy and he racks the barbed wire bat across his forehead as blood begins to pour out.

CM: Damn, more blood.

DV: These guys are going to need a blood transfer after this.

Toan grabs Tommy and he tries to put him in the box with the snake, but Tommy resists and Toan clubs him in the back of the head again with the bat and Toan places the box with the snake in the middle of the ring as he lifts Tommy up and sets him up for a german suplex. Toan tries to lift Tommy, but Tommy isn’t going to give up without a fight, Tommy is able to reverse the move and he delivers a suplex of his own on Toan. Toan crashes down into the box and the rattlesnake wraps himself around Toan’s arm and takes a bite out of him. Toan frails the snake off of him as he begins to rake his arm with the barbed wire bat and tries to suck out the poison.

KR: TOAN HAS BEEN BITTEN BY THE SNAKE!

CM: FUCK THAT’S NOT GOOD.

Toan gets up with the bat and he begins to swing it all around the ring and Tommy dodges all attempts of being hit with the bat. Toan grabs Tommy by the arm and he swings him into the corner and he begins to chop Tommy across the chest. Tommy counters and he reverse it with deliver chops across Toan’s chest and this goes back and forth for a while before Toan executes a german suplex out of the corner and into the middle of the ring on Tommy.

DV: This is chaotic.

Toan grabs the other box and he places it in front of Tommy and he forces Tommy into the box and the rattlesnake takes a bite out of his neck and Tommy falls back holding his neck in pain as he squeezes the punctured skin trying to rid himself of the poison. He gets up as Toan stalks him and both men begin to stumble as the effects of the poison slows them down.

KR: We need EMTs quickly!

DV: Match must continue until a winner is declared, its in the fine print.

Toan grabs Tommy and he strikes a chop across his chest and Tommy stumbles backwards and he knocks the box over and the rattlesnake crawls out and he takes a bite out of Toan’s leg and once again Toan goes berserk and he grabs his bat and he beats the snake into a bloody pulp and swings it at Tommy knocking him back down. Toan begins to foam out of the mouth as he grabs Tommy by the arm and lifts him up for a falcon arrow and he gets him up and crashes him down into the canvas, hooking the leg.

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KR: There we have it the first ever Poisonous Snake Pit Deathmatch!

DV: These guys are unbelievable

CM: Toan is a Deathmatch GOD!

Charles Cruz: AND THE WINNER OF THE POISONOUS SNAKE PIT DEATHMATCH TOOOOAAAAANN!!!!

EMTs flood the ring as they strap both competitors into gurneys and wheel the away as the snake wranglers pick up the last snake and put him into a closed box. The ring is then dressed back to the normal setting for the next match up.

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JH: And now ladies and gentlemen it’s time for the first Tuesday Night Throwdown match-up of the night where we’re going to see “The Ragin’ Cajun” Remy Barteaux take on “The Predator” Rick Proctor with the Fighting Spirit Championship on the line!

TM: That’s right, Hitchen. And don’t forget April Lynn is gonna be by Rick’s side in this one tonight! Whoo! You know I can’t wait for this one. Hurry up and get it going now!

JH: Don’t forget Carl Lucas will be at ringside for Remy during this match.

TM: Yeah, yeah, but the only thing that matters is April will be here, and the fact that Rick will be walking away with the gold of course.

JH: Well, let’s waste no more time and get right to the match and find out if you are indeed right about that. Let’s send it off to Michael Anderson to kick this one off!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIONSHIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPP!! Introducing first, the challenger…

Protect and Serve’ hits the PA system, the stage lights dim and strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena.


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


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. Rick walks slowly through the smoke, his leather jacket swirls amongst the smoke as he heads down the walkway to the ring.


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


Rick continues walking down the ramp at a slow pace, his eyes focused on the ring and ignoring the fans at his feet. He stops as he reaches the ring; Proctor swiftly removes his leather jacket and drops it down onto the floor. Rick then steps across 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.

MA: …hailing from Harlem, NY, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, being accompanied by April Lyyynnn….”THE PREDATOR” RICK PROCTOOOORRRRRR!!!

TM: Whoo! April looks great tonight, don’t you think Hitchen.

JH: Indeed she does. You have to wonder if she will have a hand in this match-up tonight.

TM: What are you insinuating, Hitchen? That she’ll cheat to help Rick?!

JH: What? No, of course not! [/sarcasm]

TM: You’ll see, Hitchen. There’s no way Rick will need April to help him. He’s “The Predator”, he’s got it handled.

MA: And his opponent…

“Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance…


“Coming around my senses torn
Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed
As long as you see it as long as you know
As long as you fake it nobody knows”


The silent giant, Carl Lucas steps out behind him, shadowing him with that stoic, unwavering expression that he’s made his trademark as the two make their way along the raised walkway. Remy takes in the sights and sounds, the house lights glinting off his championship belt as he reaches the ring and steps through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation.


“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering
My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”


Carl moves to a neutral position at ringside as Remy drops down from his perch, unwrapping his belt from around his waist as he goes. He kisses his fingers and plants it on the belt plate as he passes it off to the ref, then turns his attention back toward the entranceway. He stretches his legs, cracks his neck from side to side and checks his wrist tape as he awaits the start of his match.


MA: …hailing from The French Quarter, New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, being accompanied by Carl Lucas…”The Ragin’ Cajun” Remy Barteaaaaaauuuuuxxxxxx!!

JH: As many may or may not know, this rivalry has been going for weeks ever since Rick Proctor attacked Remy after he was called out by Sean James.

TM: When did that happen, Hitchen? I don’t remember them ever doing that.

JH: Yeah, you would say that. In any event that was the starting point of this rivalry here and it just may culminate tonight in this match-up.

TM: Oh, it will end here, Hitchen. Rick will be the one to end it and walk away with gold on his waist when all is said and done.

JH: This match is just moments away, let’s find out if you’re right.

Michaela assures that both Remy and Rick are ready to start the match off before calling for the bell to sound.

DING-DING

At the sound of the bell neither Rick nor Remy hesitate in exiting their corners and circling the ring, each one staring the other dead in his eyes before meeting up in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up. Rick quickly uses his strength advantage to push Remy toward the ropes a bit before NAILING him right in the gut with a knee, doubling the Cajun over. Rick reels back and smacks a huge right hand across Remy’s face spinning him around and Rick quickly catches Remy and locks in a rear waistlock. He throws Remy’s arm over his head AND HE BRINGS HIM UP AND DROPS HIM BACK WITH A VICIOUS BACK SUPLEX AND REMY’S HEAD AND NECK SMACK OFF THE MAT!!

JH: Proctor already using the big guns so to speak and taking Remy down hard there!

TM: Thank you J.R. And that’s good strategy by Rick, Hitchen. Take him down early so you can take the gold away from him.

JH: Indeed, you are right Thomas. But with the skills Remy possesses, we’ll have to see just how long Proctor can hold on to any kind of advantage.

TM: Are you saying Rick doesn’t have enough skill to beat Remy?!

JH: No, I’m not saying that and you know that. But Remy does hold the Fighting Spirit Championship, it can’t be for no reason at all.

TM: And there’s no doubt Rick will soon hold that belt. Just watch!

Rick quickly gets to his feet and moves toward Remy’s head and lifts him to his feet. He grabs Remy by the wrist and shoots him into the ropes. Remy rebounds and Rick catches him and throws him over with a big hip toss and Remy slams into the mat hard. Rick wastes no time and quickly drops down and lifts Remy to a sitting position before locking in a sleeper hold and Michaela dives down to prepare to check for a knockout if she has to.

JH: Proctor seemingly focusing on the head and neck of Remy with the back suplex and the sleeper hold there.

TM: Again a smart move by Rick. That can setup the Predatation later if Rick wanted to hit that, Hitchen.

Remy is stunned but still he doesn’t let Rick lock in the sleeper completely and quickly shifts his weight to a knee making it a side headlock. He jabs an elbow into Rick’s gut but the hold is still locked in a bit. Remy pushes himself and Rick up to their feet and jabs a second elbow into the gut of Rick. Finally releasing the hold enough, Remy pushes Rick back toward the ropes and shoots him to the opposite side. Remy hits the opposite ropes AND HE CATCHES RICK WITH A LEG LARIAT…NO…RICK DUCKED UNDERNEATH AND BOTH HIT THE ROPES AGAIN AND RICK SMACKS A HUGE BACK ELBOW ON REMY…NO…REMY DUCKED THAT AND THEY HIT THE ROPES AGAIN AND REMY BOUNDS BACK AND HITS A RUNNING NECK BREAKER ON RICK AND THE TWO ARE DOWN ON THE MAT!

Remy rolls over and crawls to the downed Rick and goes for the first cover of the match as Michaela goes down for the count…


[align=center]ONE!!


TWO!!


AND THERE’S A KICKOUT BY RICK!!
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TM: He should know you can’t beat Rick that easily!

JH: Remy seemingly trying to end it early but to no avail.

Remy climbs to his feet and pulls Rick up to his. He nails Rick right in the face with a right hand…and another and Rick stumbles backward. Rick stumbles into the ropes but finds his bearings and makes his way to Remy…BUT REMY IS READY FOR HIM AND NAILS A HUGE DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE CHEST OF RICK AND THEY BOTH GO DOWN! Remy hops up to his feet and moves to Rick’s head and leaps up and comes CRASHING down on Rick with a knee drop to his forehead. Rick bounces up to a sitting position and Remy gets to his feet. He moves behind Rick AND HE THWACKS HIM IN THE BACK WITH A HARD KICK!

JH: Remy continuing on the attack on Rick here.

TM: Captain Obvious speaks again! But Rick is gonna come back. He has to, especially against someone like Barteaux.

Remy runs the ropes behind Rick AND HE BASHES RICK IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A FRONT DROPKICK! Remy goes for another cover and Michaela goes for the count…


[align=center]ONE!!


TWO!!


AND THERE’S A KICKOUT BY RICK!!
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TM: See, he still can’t get the job done. And he isn’t going to. Rick’s got this one done.

JH: Doesn’t look like that from my vantage point.

TM: Funny.

Remy drags Rick to a sitting position and runs the ropes as Michaela signals to the timekeeper that it was a two count. And that is when April makes her move and grabs Remy’s foot as he hits the ropes, tripping him down to the mat un-noticed by Michaela.

JH: What the hell was that?!

TM: Haha! What an idiot, he tripped when he hit the rope!

JH: You mean to say April tripped him when he hit the rope.

TM: What the hell are you talking about, Hitchen? She had nothing to do with it; she’s just watching the match!

JH: Riiiiiight. She’s just an innocent bystander.

TM: Exactly!

Nonetheless Carl doesn’t seem to agree and sprints around the ring toward April. April quickly takes notice and runs to get out of dodge. Carl chases April around toward the opposite side of the ring she was on. April still sees Carl charging after her so she does the only thing she can to escape and she dives underneath the ring! After a few moments April emerges on the opposite side BUT CARL IS RIGHT THERE WAITING FOR HER! He grabs her by the hair and pulls her out…BUT RICK FINDS HIS BEARINGS AND DIVES OUT OF THE RING AND HITS A BASEBALL SLIDE ON CARL AND KNOCKS HIM DOWN AND AWAY FROM APRIL. April quickly sprints to the opposite side to get away from her attacker. Rick dives into the ring and Carl is up and is about to climb in after Rick but is quickly stopped by Michaela. Carl and Michaela argue for a moment before Carl hops off the apron and down to the floor, an angered look on his face as he looks across the ring at April.

Meanwhile in the ring Rick and Remy each smack right hands off the others’ skull. Rick takes the advantage and knocks Remy back toward the ropes. Rick reels back AND HE LAUNCHES REMY OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A HUGE CLOTHESLINE AND REMY HITS THE WALKWAY ON THE OUTSIDE! Rick follows Remy to the outside and grabs him up to his feet. He grabs Remy around the head and leads him down the walkway steps and to the floor as Michaela begins the twenty count on both Remy and Rick.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!


Rick leads Remy around the corner of the ring AND BLASTS HIS HEAD INTO THE APRON AND REMY REBOUNDS OFF AND STUMBLES TOWARD THE GUARDRAIL. Rick grabs Remy’s head again AND THIS TIME SMACKS HIM INTO THE GUARDRAIL AND REMY REBOUNDS BACK TOWARD THE APRON! Remy leans back against the apron of the ring AND RICK CHARGES FORWARD AND BURIES HIS SHOULDER RIGHT INTO THE MIDSECTION OF REMY DRIVING THE AIR OUT OF HIM.

FOUR!!

FIVE!!

SIX!!

TM:
Arrgh! After a hit like that it should only be a matter of time before Rick takes the gold away from Barteaux.

JH: I wouldn’t so sure this early in the contest.

TM: See, but you’re an idiot.

Rick steps back a bit AND BLASTS REMY IN THE MIDSECTION AGAIN WITH HIS SHOULDER. Remy stumbles out of the apron and tries to get away from Rick. Remy succeeds in doing so but then…wait what the hell was that?

TM: Did you see that, Hitchen?

JH: I did, but what the hell was that. Can we get a replay of it?

The screen splits and shows an angle on the same side of the ring, a few feet away from where Rick and Remy stand. Rick steps back a bit AND BLASTS REMY IN THE MIDSECTION AGAIN WITH HIS SHOULDER. Remy stumbles out of the apron and tries to get away from Rick. Remy succeeds in doing so but then…a hand reaches out from underneath the ring and Remy trips and lands on the mats below! The screen goes back to normal and shows Rick still on the attack on Remy, this time near the walkway. He clubs the back of the neck of Remy and Remy goes down to the floor. Rick makes his way toward the walkway steps and moves them away from the walkway.

TEN!!

ELEVEN!!

TWELVE!!


Rick grabs Remy by the head again…but wait Remy is coming back into the attack. He nails Rick in the gut with a right hand…and a second. Remy lunges backward AND HE DRIVES RICK RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF THE WALKWAY BACK FIRST! Remy takes a step back AND HE LUNGES FORWARD WITH A HUGE YAKUZA KICK RIGHT TO RICK’S FACE SMASHING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD INTO THE WALKWAY!

JH: Argh! Mob Hit right on the walkway!

TM: Come on Rick! Kick his ass!

SIXTEEN!!

SEVENTEEN!!


Rick crumbles to the floor and Remy quickly scoops him up. He heaves him up and over his shoulders, throws his legs onto the walkway AND HE DROPS DOWN WITH A STUNNER OUTSIDE THE RING ON RICK! Remy jumps up to his feet and leaps into the ring and breaks the count just before the count of twenty and dives back out and goes on the attack to Rick.

JH: A vicious Cajun Spice on Rick there and Remy succeeds in breaking the count.

Remy grabs Rick by the head dragging him up to his feet before tossing him into the ring and following him in. He lifts the downed Rick to his feet and suddenly on the side of the screen April is seen hoping up onto the apron.

JH: What the hell is she doing up there? She’s got no business up there in this match!

TM: Maybe she’s got some advice for Rick. She’s trying to help him, Hitchen! Jeez, settle down man!

April stands on the apron and looks toward Remy who stares back at her. She flashes a flirty smile his way and Remy falls for it and moves in toward her. The flirtyness continues from April as Rick slowly begins to climb to his feet. He shakes the cobwebs out of his head and sneaks up behind Remy. Rick hits Remy from behind pushing the Cajun into April. Remy tries to stop himself from falling and holds his arms and hands out with his palms open…and his hands land right on her breasts and April falls off the apron and to the floor!! April falls off the apron.

TM: That sick bastard just groped April!

JH: I'm sure that wasn't intentional, Rick pushed him.

TM: Puh, that's no excuse, he grabbed her! If only The Knight were out here, he'd show him what happens when you do that!

An appalled April Lynn quickly gets to her feet as Carl argues with Michaela over the interference. April walks over to the apron and calls out to Rick to bring Remy to the ropes. He grabs him around the shoulders and drags him over to the ropes. April yells out something at Remy and she reels back AND SLAPS THE TASTE RIGHT OUT OF HIS MOUTH! Rick traps Remy in the ropes AND APRIL SLAPS HIM AGAIN RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE!

Carl stops the arguing with Michaela and she turns her attention back to the match. By now though, Rick has Remy off the ropes and up to his feet. He pushes him into the ropes and sends him to the opposite side. Remy rebounds AND RICK CATCHES HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER SLAM!! Rick floats over and goes for the cover…

[align=center]ONE!!

TWO!!

THR…NO…A KICKOUT BY REMY!!
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JH: And Remy not giving in to the pinfall there.

TM: He might as well. He can’t win it.

Rick gets to his feet and lifts Remy up to his. He shoots Remy into the corner and charges in after him. Remy hits the corner AND RICK JAMS HIS SHOULDER IN THE GUT OF REMY…NO…REMY DODGED IT AND HE RUNS INTO THE CORNER AND CATCHES RICK IN THE FACE WITH A HIGH LEG LARIAT TAKING THE BIG MAN DOWN AND OUT OF THE CORNER!

JH: Plenty of high impact moves here by both competitors!

TM: Only Rick’s are effective though.

Remy gets to his feet and drags Rick up. He bends Rick forward AND JABS HIS KNEE RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF RICK! He quickly moves him into a standing front facelock and he brings him down with a hard DDT! Remy hops up to his feet and drags Rick up. He shoots him into the corner and moves toward him. He measures Rick up and shoots a high kick to the head…and one to the ribs…and a left kick to the thigh. Remy continues this vicious cycle of kicks until finally Rick crumbles down to the floor.

JH: Remy seemingly relentless on the attack on Rick.

TM: He’ll screw it up and Rick will be coming back.

JH: You know, you’ve been wrong every time you say something.

TM: Screw you, Hitchen!

Remy stomps down on Rick’s head before lifting him up to a vertical base. He grabs him around the neck and throat area AND DROPS HIM DOWN WITH A REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!

JH: See, wrong again!

TM: Shut up, Hitchen. I’m telling you, Rick WILL come back into it!

JH: …you’re still wrong though.

Yup, he’s wrong, that is, until Remy drags Rick up to his feet again…because Rick is back on the attack…no wait…Remy is still on the attack on Rick! He smacks a right hand on Rick…and a stiff leg kick to the midsection doubling him over! Remy steps back and he nails a stiff kick to the knee and thigh of Rick forcing him down to a knee. He measures Rick up for a moment…

TM: Noooo!! This can’t be happening! Rick was supposed to take this match away and that title too!

JH: That doesn’t seem too likely now. And Remy seems to be measuring Rick up for something big here.

…Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE GLIMMERING WARLOCK A.K.A…

JH: The Bourbon Street Blues! Remy may have this one if he goes for the cover!

TM: Kick out of it Rick!

Remy dives down for the cover and Michaela goes for the count…

[align=center]ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!! REMY GOT IT!
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JH: He did it! Remy retained the Fighting Spirit Championship!!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, and STIIIILLLLLLLL FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIOOOONNNN…”THE RAGIN’ CAJUN” REMY BARTEAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXX

“Shatter” by Feeder fills the speakers and Remy gets to his feet. April gets into the ring and goes to help Rick as Michaela hands Remy the belt. Remy climbs out of the ring and onto the walkway, walking up and toward the backstage area as Michaela helps Rick to his feet. The music plays on as Rick is helped to the back as the scene fades away.

We cut backstage in Madison Square Garden to find the champ Chris Maclay making his way down a random corridor. He has one half of his championship around his waist (that being the GHC) as he continues on his stroll. Chattering and giggling can be heard off-camera, prompting the attention of the champ.

The camera pans to his line of sight to show us Kennedy seated atop an equipment case and her Nadia Kassle standing next to it as the girls continue their conversation. The champ strolls over to them, leaning on the case in his lecherous way.

The girls cease their talking as they feel his eyes laid upon them. In unison they turn their heads to gaze at the Essex Beast.

Maclay: Ladies.

Kennedy: Hey.

Maclay: What's happening?

He asks with a silly grin plastered on his face… no doubt he thinks he's turning the charm way up but they both know him too well. Nadia glances over at Kennedy, a little uneasy with Maclay's presence.

Nadia: Uh, I have that thing I need to take care of. I'll see you out in the ring, Kennedy.

Kennedy: Oh, sure. Yeah.

Nadia gives Maclay another look before turning on her heels and fleeing from the scene. Kennedy watches her BFF leave before turning her attention back to Maclay.

Kennedy: Did you want something?

Maclay finally drops the façade of being the irresistible ladies man, not that he couldn't be if he wanted. Once upon a time he was. Girls just don't tend to like arrogant men for more than a few minutes. Annnnyways, dropping the façade he pushes himself off the trunk and starts to leave.

Maclay: It was nothing, forget about it.

Kennedy: No, wait. Come on. What is it?

Maclay turns back to her, letting out a breath as he gazes down at this boots.

Maclay: I just wanted to say sorry.

Huh? Kennedy scratches her head, not literally but that's the confused expression she has on her face.

Kennedy: Huh?

His eyes slowly move up to her… face, yeah they're actually looking her in her real eyes. Not what guys really look at when they say eyes.

Maclay: I just wanted to apologize for all the stuff that's happened with us over the last year. Or actually everything in the past three years. I know it's a little late to start apologizing but… *sighs* I'll go.

Once again, Maclay turns to take his leave from the scene.

Kennedy: No, wait!

Kennedy slides off the case as Maclay turns back to her once again. Whatever she wanted him to wait for, she must not know because both are quiet for a moment. After the awkward silence sets in for far too long, Kennedy finally speaks.

Kennedy: You have a right to be sorry, Chris. The times you cost me the Global Heavyweight Championship. The time you walked out on the company and weren't even gonna say goodbye. And then when you lied to me about--

Maclay: Ok, ok! Jeez!

Before Maclay can get kicked down any further from Kennedy naming the events he's sorry for, Kennedy continues.

Kennedy: Look, what I was gonna get to was that I accept your apology, Chris. I'm sure there's plenty of things I could've done differently. But the past is the past.

Maclay looks up at Kennedy, his face lightening up with a smile.

Maclay: Good. I'm glad to hear that. And maybe later tonight, after the show, we can talk some more?

Kennedy: That would be great.

Maclay: It would be.

More silence but not of the awkward variety. The two just stand there smiling like a part of idiots. It's called young love, you heartless freaks!

Kennedy: Well, I gotta….

Maclay: Oh! Yeah. Hey, good luck out there.

Kennedy: Thanks. Yeah, you too.

Maclay: Thanks.

Kennedy hesitates for a moment before taking off to do whatever it is she needs to do, likely track down Nadia and find out what junior staff member she's torturing to pass the time.
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The Best of Three Falls Count Anywhere Match has not been turn in yet.[/align]

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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
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Through the smoke appears Sean James, standing tall on the stage as he gazes out among the crowd before glancing behind himself. He makes his way towards the ring, eyes cautiously moving around the vicinity.

TM: Aww, no April?

JH: I doubt he wants her at ringside for this. It’s going to be brutal.

He steps into the ring, eyes darting around the parameter swiftly before ascending the nearest turnbuckle. Chin raised in the air, Sean keeps those eyes ever-looking for you-know-who. He drops back down to the mat, walking to his corner, relaxing as best a marked man can.

JH: This is unsanctioned people, remember that. Logan is there to count to ten and that’s it.

TM: It’s gonna be awesome!

MA: The following contest is an UNSANCTIONED, LAST MAN STANDING, STREEEEEET FIIIIIGHT!!!

The crowd are going nuts in anticipation of watching these two men rip each other apart, with pretty much no restrictions.

MA: Introducing first, from Queens, New York, weighing in at 245lbs, he is The Black Knight, SEAAAAAAAAAAN JAAAAAAAAAAMES!!!

[align=center]The lights in the arena dim as the TNTron jumps into life jumping from static to image at lightning fast speed as 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


Cycling though image after image from Detroit to New York, from day to night we finally come to rest on the Hype-Unit logo. The crowd erupt as 50 Cent - What Up Gangsta overthrows the static and shakes the sold out arena to its very foundations.

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)


Black and White strobes dance off of the roof of the arena as the pounding base continues to rock the capacity crowd, monstrous "HYPE, HYPE, HYPE" chants raise the roof as the capacity crowd waits for the star, The MVP, The G.O.A.T

They say I walk around like got a "S" on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya


Carlos finally makes his presence known as he steps out to the front of the stage the crowd erupts as Carlos slowly begins to make his way down the long rampway fans screaming from row A all the way to row Z, Carlos reaches the end of the rampway staring at the ring before him

JH: There he is. This was his idea, his baby, but is he going to regret that decision?

TM: Duh, course he is. Once Sean’s beating him into a bloody pulp he’ll realise the error of his ways.

I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder
In December I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat's my home, I'm a rolling stone


He hops up onto the ring apron and surveys his public he slowly makes his way round the apron coming almost face to face with crowd, looking left and then right he bangs his fist to his chest to a huge roar from the crowd he talks some smack before finally stepping under the top rope as What Up Gangsta begins to fade leaving nothing but deafening "HYPE" chants and The G.O.A.T in the HIS ring.[/align]

MA: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 235lbs, CARLOS, “THE HYPE”, KAAAAAAAAAANE!!!

Cheers erupt around the arena as Logan Black moves between the two men. His pre match talk is a little different from the usual, this time explaining that the only thing he’s there to do is count one of these guys down for a ten. Neither man seems to be listening though as they stare through each other with fiery daggers. Before Logan even finishes his little speech, The Black Knight pushes him out of the way and barrels into Hype with a charging forearm!

TM: It’s on!

DING, DING!

Logan calls for the bell as he tries to catch his balance and then retires to a safe distance as Sean backs Hype into the ropes with a flurry of forearms and clenched fists. Carlos tries to fight back, but the Knight is in a savage trance as he wails on the Detroit native.

TM: Awesome.

JH: This is just the beginning. This outburst of rage isn’t going to subside anytime soon, not until one of them is unconscious and bleeding. I worry for both these men here tonight.

TM: Oh don’t be such a wuss.

Sean takes Carlos by the wrist and whips him across the ring, ricocheting him off the far set of ropes and leaping onto to him as he returns, grounding him with a…

JH: Lou Thesz Press! Not Sean’s usual style, but I think he’d rather pound on Hype right now then throw him with a nice, dignified suplex.

And pound he does as he lands in the mount position. He fires rights and lefts into Kane’s jaw, his temple, glancing off his forehead and cracking off his nose. Fists flying everywhere, each one finding their mark somewhere on Hype’s face. But they’re driven by rage, meaning they’re powerful yet not exactly textbook, he’s not exactly thinking past “Kill Hype” at this point and that leads to mistakes, openings for which Carlos can take advantage. He manages to block a fist, and another, then fire a right hand up into Sean’s jaw! The momentary lapse allows Hype to push off his oppressor and roll into a mount himself.

JH: Hype’s in control.

TM: He got in a lucky shot, it won’t last.

Now it’s Hype’s turn. Hard right hands rain down on Sean’s features as a firm left hand grips his head into place. Blow after blow, each one heavy with rage and bile as he slowly attempts to weave Sean’s head into the canvas.

JH: This is so unsettling to watch. It’s pure hatred out there, nothing held back. It’s like…

TM: A street fight maybe? Well duh.

JH: These men could be seriously hurt out there, that doesn’t bother you at all?

TM: Only if it’s Sean. Hype I could care less about.

Logan watches on with an “oooh, that’s gotta hurt” kinda cringe to his face, though he’s powerless to stop things if he even wanted to. Sean manages to block a shot, and another before shifting his weight and throwing Hype off him. Kane rolls across the ring to a knee, checking his face for any signs of blood. None just yet. Sean gets to a knee himself and does likewise, he’s clear. Both men’s eyes remain locked on each other as they quickly scramble to their feet, Hype sprinting off with a clothesline that Sean manages to duck. He spins around and wraps his arms round Kane’s waist, heaving him up for a German but finding himself halted as Carlos shifts his weight and throws a forearm or two into his temple. He drops back to the canvas and spins around, planting a boot into Sean’s gut. He grabs the Knight’s head as he doubles over and brings his knee up to meet it, cracking the pointy joint into James’ face, snapping him back to verticality so that the Hype can lay him out with a short ranged Lariat! He grabs Sean’s hair and hauls him up into a seated position, leaving him there while he hits the ropes and comes flying back in with a running knee to the temple!

JH: Another vicious shot to the head, but at least they’ve kept it in the ring so far.

Carlos moves around and takes Sean’s head in his grasp, hauling him to his feet and…taking a right hand to his gut! James fires another, and another into the abdomen of The Hype and eventually breaks his grasp and rises to his full height, pushing him toward the ropes with a barrage of fists and forearms before simply pushing him backwards into the cables and allowing him to spring back out, straight into a…

JH: BELLY TO BELLEEEEEEEEEUUUGHHH!!!

Carlos crumples into the canvas on his neck and shoulders, and Sean James sits himself back up as he shakes the cobwebs from his head.

TM: Here we go, Sean James doing what he does best.

He takes to his feet and moves over to the rising Carlos, planting a stiff kick into his gut as he pushes himself to his hands and knees. Sean reaches down and drags him back to his feet, hooking him into a chancery and hauling him up vertically, where he holds him for a few seconds…

JH: Amazing strength from James.

…before dropping Hype straight down on the point of his head with a stalled…

JH: BRAINBUSTAAAAAGHHHH!!!

James sits up and looks around at his downed foe. He takes to his feet and goes to pick him off the mat once more, but then something crosses his mind. He moves to the ropes and steps out onto the apron, dropping down to the outside and heading for the announce position.

JH: What’s he doing?

TM: Whatever he damn well likes, Logan’s not exactly gonna stop him.

He grabs Timmy by the lapels and pulls him violently to his feet before tossing him aside and scooping up his chair.

TM: Now we’re talking.

He heads back for the ring and slides in, Hype still down in the centre from that piledriving Brainbuster. Sean moves in and opens up the chair, kneeling by Carlos’ head as he fits it onto him like a hat.

JH: He’s wrapping that thing around Carlos’ head, this can only end bad.

TM: Eeeee! This is so cool, Carlos is a dead man.

Sean heads toward the nearest corner and steps onto the apron, before climbing up the outside of the turnbuckle and positioning himself on the very top as the crowd jeer the hell out of him for what he’s about to do.

JH: This is sick, don’t do it, for the love of god.

Apparently Sean can’t hear him and flies off the top rope, his knees out in front of him as he drives them into -- NO! Carlos comes to his sense just in time and sits himself up, Sean’s knees drive straight into canvas and he drops to his side, grasping at them in pain.

JH: Thank god for that.

TM: Nuts, that woulda been cool.

Carlos removes the chair from his head and shakes out the cobwebs, looking around a little bemused like. He seems almost surprised to see Sean rolling about in pain beside him, but decides to quickly take advantage. He gets to his feet, chair in hand and watches as Sean tries to rub the feeling back into his knees. He sees a weak point, and strikes.

CRACK!

Steel against bone as Hype brings the chair down right on Sean’s knees. The Black Knight yelps out in pain as Hype raises the chair a second time…

THWACK!

Steel against canvas that time as Sean rolls out of the way. He drags himself toward the ropes and hugs the bottom one, looking to Logan for some salvation, but quickly realises that it ain’t coming.

JH: The ropes won’t save you in this match up, Sean.

Hype has a devious grin on his face as he stalks up on his prey, he swings the chair again but Sean drops himself to ringside and more importantly, to safety.

TM: Good thinking from Sean, get to safety.

JH: So not just being a coward then?

TM: Hype’s coming at you with a chair, what would you do?

JH: …Good point.

Carlos looks a little miffed at Sean’s escape and steps through the ropes, dropping down from the apron to the ringside area and…finding nothing. He looks around confused but can’t see his opponent anywhere, then a glint of realisation twinkles in his eye. He moves toward the apron, standing to the side as he reaches across and yanks it up, a stream of white foam blasting forth and missing the Hype by a mile.

TM: Now that’s good thinking.

Hype moves toward the opening and reaches underneath the ring, only to take a second blast of extinguishing foam! He staggers backwards, temporarily blinded as Sean scrambles out from beneath the canvas with two empty fire extinguishers, one in each hand. He lets one roll to the side as he gets to his feet and CRACKS Hype’s jaw with an extinguisher enhanced uppercut!

TM: Ha! Awesome.

Hype can’t help but fall backwards to the ground below, his chair slipping from his grasp as Sean moves in. He kicks the chair away before STOMPING the extinguisher canister into Kane’s gut, driving all the air from his body!

JH: Look at the smile on Sean’s face, he’s enjoying this. He’s fricken’ enjoying this.

TM: Damn right too.

He drops the canister and hauls the winded Hype to his feet, locking in a front chancery and snapping him over with a lighting fast vertical suplex, which sees him land back first on the fire extinguisher!

JH: Argh, that’s sick. God his back…

Sean’s not finished though. He leaves Hype draped across the canister and retrieves that chair. He raises it above his head and brings it down, SLAMMING it across Hype’s gut/chest area and sandwiching him between the metal!

TM: This is what you get when you fuck with the Black Knight.

He pushes Hype’s body so it lands flat on the floor and shouts at Logan to get to counting.

[align=center]One!

Two!

Three!
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Sean steps back and watches on, chair in hand just in case as Logan continues.

[align=center]Four!

Five!

Six!
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Hype rolls over onto his stomach and begins to push himself up onto all fours. Logan stops the count, but Sean moves straight back in and WHACKS the chair across Hype’s back, sending him face first back to the mats. James once again demands a count begin, and Logan con only comply.

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Once again Hype starts to move. He rolls to his back this time, but he glances Sean moving in for another attack and his hands frantically look for something to fight back. They find the other fire extinguisher and The Franchise manages to scoop it up and raise it above himself, just in time to block the incoming chair shot! CLANG! Metal versus metal, and the extinguisher bursts forth with the remnants of it’s content, causing Sean to stagger backwards as he tries to wipe the foam from his eyes.

JH: This is the break Hype needs, he needs to put some distance between him and Sean and gather his bearings.

TM: But not at all like running away?

JH: …Shut up.

Hype uses the apron to drag himself to his feet as Sean finally manages to regain his vision. He blinks feverishly as he tries to expel the last of the foam and through the blurriness he spies Kane leaning against the ring. Hype is sucking in the air and shaking his head to try and get the marbles back in place as Sean moves back in, chair still in hand. He swings it and THWACK!

JH: THE BIGGEST RIGHT HAND IN THE MOTHER LOVING WOOOOOOOOOOORLD!!!

Hype’s fist connects with the chair, the chair connects with Sean’s face, Sean connects with the protective ring side mats!

JH: That was like all the animosity he holds for James and his posse all focused into one fist.

TM: Did you say posse?

Hype takes the down time to get his bearings back in check, then moves back in on Sean. He takes him by the head and drags him to his feet, putting a knee to his ribs to keep him compliant before hooking him into a chancery and lifting him up, but he switches midway through and brings him back to the mats, CRASHING his face into the steel chair with a…

JH: REVERSE SUPLEX BOMBUUUGHHHH!!!

TM: Argh, I think I see blood, I think he busted Sean’s nose.

JH: Wouldn’t surprise me after those last two face shots.

He rolls off and notices Logan ready to count, but waves his finger at him, telling him not to start just yet.

TM: What’s he doing?

JH: I don’t think he’s done yet.

Logan shrugs and goes back to checking his nails as Hype steps over the fallen Knight. He leans down and tucks his head under Sean’s arm before hauling him up, over and straight back down into the chair with a smooth flowing…

JH: BACKDROP DRIVAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! TO THE CHAAAAAIR!

TM: NO!

Sean’s neck and shoulders crumple into the steel and Hype once again rolls off, this time signalling to Logan to get-a-counting.

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JH: That was brutal.

TM: Get up dammit!

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Four!

Five!

Six!
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TM: GET UP!

He musta heard him, ‘cos Sean throws his shoulder off the mat, before jolting up as if he’d just been woken from a bad dream.

TM: Yes! See that? Instinct that was. He was totally out of it so his the automatic pilot took over.

Sean turns to his hands and knees and begins to push himself up. Hype sees this and takes a walk over to him, laying a hand on his shoulder s he tries to pull the Knight up, but instead gets CRACKED in the ribs with the chair! He staggers backwards and Sean has time to get to his feet, groggily moving around the ring to put some distance between him and his nemesis, but the Hype is hot on his tail. Sean comes to a stop as his path is blocked by the walkway and turns to stand his ground. He swings the chair but Hype dodges and swats it from his hands, then fires a hard right to Sean’s jaw. Sean retaliates with one of his own and the two trade blows as the crowd cheer them on, getting louder and louder until Sean sticks his boot into Hype’s gut and stops the momentum. With the crowd booing (they were enjoying fisticuffs) Sean moves in a wraps a hand round Hype’s throat, lifting him off the ground and Chokeslamming him across his knee!

JH: GOOD KNIGHT, BIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!!

TM: Ha! You just called Hype a bitch.

JH: That’s not going to do Hype’s back any favours, he already got his spine bent around the fire extinguisher earlier.

Kane arches his back in pain as he rolls around on the canvas, and Sean is retrieving his chair. He kicks Hype over onto his gut and places the chair carefully on his back, before heading for the corner of the ring. He starts climbing.

JH: Where’s he going now, he’s not usually one for the high rent district.

TM: That a Tazz saying?

JH: Does it matter?

Sean’s at the top of the turnbuckle, looking down at Hypes prone body. The crowd are relatively quiet as they await the impending action, even Logan’s stopped preening himself long enough to watch. Sean stands, and leaps off, flipping through the air and CRACKING his leg across the steel, across the spine of the Hype!

JH: FLIPPING LEG DROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!

TM: WHOOO! Houston Hangover, right across that back! That’s it, don’t believe the Hype people!

Sean rolls to the side, clutching his leg in pain as Logan finally snaps out of his shocked trance and begins a count.

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TM: Here is your winner…

JH: Let’s not jump the gun.

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Five!

Six!
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Sean uses the apron to pull himself up, his chest pumping in and out as he stares unwaveringly at the motionless Hype.

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Eight!

Ni -- NO!
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JH: He’s moving!

Hype stirs and pushes himself up, rolling to his back as the crowd explode. And so does Sean. He roars in anger, grabbing the chair and smacking it against the floor several times before cracking it off the ring post and tossing it aside in anger.

JH: Well that’s just childish.

TM: Hype should respect a good beating, he should stay down dammit.

Hype crawls himself toward the walkway and tries to claw his way to his feet, only to have Sean waltz up behind him and yank him to his feet. He smacks his head into the wooden structure, then drags his face along it as he leads him toward the stage.

JH: Where are they going now?

Logan hosp from the ring and follows as Sean releases his grip and pushes Hype away. His forehead is bleeding from being scrapped along the wood and spins round to groggily face Sean, before getting beheaded by a…

JH: LARIOTOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!

Sean drags him back to his feet and leads him toward the stage. He takes him by the back of his head and CRACKS -- NO! Hype blocks him! Sean tries once again to smash his head into the side of the stage but is once again blocked. Hype spins round and throws a clenched fist right into Sean’s nose that knocks the Knight back!

JH: Big instinctive right hand from the Hype!

TM: Ack! Sean’s nose, his beautiful, beautiful nose!

JH: …His what?

TM: Er…oooh, look, what’s happening now?

Sean wipes the blood from his nose and charges at Hype, but he sidesteps and CRACKS Sean’s face into the side of the stage! The Black Knight teeters backwards, turning only slightly but just enough for Hype to scoop him up onto his shoulders and deliver a lighting fast…

JH: AAAAAAAAAACHH FIIIIIIIIIIIVAAAAAAGHHHH!!!

TM: NO!

Sean once again finds his face melded with the ground, but Hype’s in a similar state as he rolls to the side.

JH: They’re both down, what now?

TM: Double count out?

JH: That wouldn’t solve anything.

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JH: No, it can’t end like that. These two need to resolve this, they need closure.

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Four!

Five!
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Hype starts to stir.

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Sean starts to stir.

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Eight!
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Both men are moving now, their eyes glancing about though still glazed over.

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Te -- NO! They’re both getting up!
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JH: Phew.

TM: Now that was tense.

Both men are struggling to their feet, though Hype has the lead at the moment. He steadies himself against the stage, the blood from his forehead having streaked down his face. He looks past Sean, spotting something in the distance, an equipment box. Oooh, toys.

JH: Where’s he going?

To the equipment box, duh. He staggers past Sean and into an open area by the side of the stage. He almost falls on the box, but manages to maintain his balance as he flips the lid open. He eyes glance around at the stuff inside and he finally makes a choose, and drags out a length of cable.

JH: Oh jeeze.

He heads back to Sean, vicious intent burning in his eyes as he wraps the cable around the Black Knight’s neck and begins choking the life out of him!

TM: Hey! No! He’s gonna suffocate him.

JH: This is going too far.

Sean struggles to loosen the cable but Hype’s got it on tight, so the Knight reaches back and grabs a hold of Kane’s head, yanking him over with a Snapmare type move! Carlos lands on his ass and takes a STIFF soccer boot to the spine! Hype arches his already aching back in pain.

JH: That back has become such a weak spot here tonight.

Sean reaches down and yanks Hype up, firing a quick knee to his gut before grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and the waist of his pants and charging him head first into the open equipment box! His head is driven into the lid which drops down across him. Sean takes the lid, lifts it up and SLAMS it down across Hype’s back! And again, and again!

TM: Go on! Do him!

Sean lifts the lid once more, but Hype swings out and CRACKS him across the ribs with a wrench!

JH: It’s amazing what they keep in those things.

James staggers back and Hype drops the tool to one side, but he still has the cable. He raises it in his right hand, and whips it across Sean’s face!

TM: Holy shit! Fuck that’s gotta sting.

Hype lays a boot to Sean’s ribs, doubling him over before grabbing his shirt and yanking it up over his head, exposing his back.

TM: Oh come on!

Hype reels back and CRACKS Sean across the back with the cable! Again, and again, and again, tattooing Sean’s back with red streaks!

JH: This is sick right here.

Sean tries desperately to free himself, eventually managing to rip his way through his beater, only to find Carlos wrapping that cable round his neck once more. He drags him toward the stairs by the side of he stage and The Hype starts to ascend, though makes sure James stays on ground level as he steps up onto the stage itself.

JH: Oh my God, what’s he doing here!?

With Sean on the floor, desperately trying to free himself from the cable, Hype lords over him from on top of the stage, AND YANKS ON THE CABLE, PULLING SEAN OFF HIS FEET AND HANGING HIM OFF THE STAGE!!!

TM: HOLY SHIT! This is sick! Somebody stop this!

JH: It is sick, it is vile, but it’s also unsanctioned! There’s no stopping this!

Sean dangles there, frantically trying to untangle himself as Hype leans back, pulling Sean higher and higher, hanging him right there for the world to see…until his back gives out and he screams out in pain, letting the cable slip from his hands and dropping Sean unceremoniously to the ground!

JH: Thank god. Sean’s done a lot of damage to that back this match, it couldn’t take the strain, the weight of the Black Knight.

Sean is slumped against the stage, desperately sucking in air as Carlos writhes about above his head in agony. Neither man is out of it, so Logan declines a count and simply watches on as slack jawed as I’m assuming everyone else is.

JH: I sincerely hope this ends soon. This goes on much longer and there may not be much of either of these men left.

Sean pulls himself up with the help of the stage and staggers along it until he finds the stairs. He goes to set a foot upon the first step but something catches his eye. The wrench. He yoinks it from the floor and continues up toward the stage where he finds Hype crawling up to his feet, one hand still pressed against his back from the pain.

TM: Go on, Sean, while he’s helpless.

JH: How honourable.

TM: Dude try to hang him, honour got off at the last exit.

The Black Knight moves around him, still sucking in air in an awkward fashion, his eyes glaring down on his prey with malicious intent. Hype rolls onto his back and notices Sean standing over him, he notices the glare in his eye, and most importantly, he notices the wrench. Sean raises the metallic tool above his head and brings it down…but Hype blocks! The two struggle for control of the weapon, pushing and pulling back and forth until Carlos lifts his legs into Sean’s gut and flips him up and over…AND OFF THE SIDE OF THE STAGE! He crashes the floor below, the wrench firmly clutched within Hype’s hand.

JH: Sean’s been sent off the stage, that’s gotta be it!

TM: No! The Black Knight will not go down in a scene ganked from The Lion King.

Hype glances about the area, no doubt looking for more ways to destroy the Knight. He sees something, his eyes darting to the wrench in his hand, and a sick smirk begins to form on his face. Logan begins his count, gets to about two before he hears Hype calling out to him. He looks upward to see Hype on his knees, struggling to his feet as he shakes his head, ordering Logan not to continue. Logan shrugs ad obeys.

JH: For mercy sake, just finish this.

TM: Shut up man, this gives Sean a chance.

JH: Count Logan! Hype’s not the boss here.

TM: Maybe not, but the actual boss washed her hands of this whole affair. Ain’t no rules to follow, Logan don’t want to count, Logan don’t count.

Hype’s at his feet now, stretching the pain from his back and not exactly looking in peak physical condition. Despite that, he heads toward the main structure of the stage, the intricate set that holds the tron in place…and he starts climbing.

JH: Oh jeeze.

TM: Oh man, erm, shouldn’t Logan be counting?

Hype ascends the set slowly, the crowd half screaming their heads off, half silent in anticipation. He reaches a rickety looking walkway that carries a bunch of cables from the tron to a backstage area where they’re no doubt plugged into some massive super computer. He starts toward the walkway, his destination clear now, he’s heading for that lighting rig, the one situated above Sean’s twitching body.

JH: This ain’t gonna be pretty.

TM: Get up Sean, get the fuck up!

Sean’s moving about on the ground, looking around for Hype but finding no sign. He pulls himself into a seated position and again looks about, first to the stage, then to the ring. Where the fu -- Hmm? What was that? He looks down beside him at a small bolt that just fell from the sky. Reaching out and picking it up as he retraces it’s journey all the way back up to…Hype!

JH: He’s unscrewing the bolts on that thing. He’s gonna drop it on Sean!

A fact not lost on the Knight as he struggles to pull himself to his feet, the structure above him creaking as one unconnected corner strains away from the rest. Sean’s up, heading for the stairs, for the stage, for Hype.

TM: Phew, man, I was…oh no, don’t head up there with him. Ah jeeze.

Sean’s not listening as he begins to slowly climb the set. Hype doesn’t notice him at first, so focused on his task at hand is he. But as the second bolt drops to the floor and the structure once again strains and creaks he notices the distinct lack of Sean below it. Kane’s eyes search around for his opponent, the area below, the stage, the set…right fucking behind him! Sean’s tentatively making his way across the cable tray and Hype rises to meet him, monkey wrench clenched into his fist. Both men, bloodied and beaten, breathing heavily, sweating like sweaty bitches and held God knows how many feet in the air by a slim, rickety looking tray built only to carry the weight of half a dozen cables.

JH: Holy shit, this will not end well for one of these men.

TM: Or both of them.

JH: Very true.

They stare each other down, the crowd buzzing, the atmosphere filled with static emotion. Hype swings first! The wrench looks for Sean’s temple but finds air as Sean ducks and comes back with a right hand to Carlos’ jaw. He swings again, backing Hype up but the Franchise player boots him away. Once again he tries the wrench, but Sean raises an arm to block it, knocking it from Hype’s grasp and sending it back to the floor below. The time between Hype letting go of the wrench and hearing it impact on the mats below is far too long to make anyone comfortable with the situation, but neither of these men care as they batter echoer with a flurry of fists, forearms, elbows and boots, anything that can connect. Hype gets in an errant fist that smacks straight off Sean’s nose and staggers him backwards several feet. He teeters on the tray before re-gathering his bearings, and charges at The Hype! He looks to bury his shoulder into Kane’s chest but instinct sets in and Hype hooks his arms around the Knight, throwing him over his head with a…

JH: BELLY TO BELLEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

The audience drag in a mouthful of O2 and hold it there as Sean flies through the air. He crashes into the rig, his 245lbs enough to sever it’s remaining connections, sending both The Black Knight and the mass of metal spiralling toward the ground.

TM: Oh my god…

Sean lands first, the rig, second. The infamous “holy shit” chants break the silence the picture of Sean James pinned to the ground by a ton of metal is beamed around the arena for all to see in perfect, digital clarity. After a prolonged moment of shock, Logan counts.

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JH: For fuck sake just ring the bell. It’s over.

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TM: The count’s just a formality now.

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Eight!

Nine!

TEN!
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The bell rings, the crowd cheer and Michael Anderson speaks.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, CARLOS, “THE HYYYYYYYYPE”, KAAAAAAAAANE!!!

“What up Gangsta” begins to pump through the speakers as Hype stands there, his chest pounding in and out as he looks down on the wreck below him. EMTs and officials flood the area. It takes several of them to left the rig and move it to the side.

JH: This is…this is…

TM: Yeah.

April Lynn appears from the backstage area and runs to Sean as the metalwork is moved aside. EMTs try and encourage her to stay away but she swats them away and kneels beside her man, taking his hand in hers as tears begin to stream down her face. Her head tilts upward to the walkway above, her eyes filled with tears and anger as she stares into Hype’s.

JH: I have no words here.

TM: You know it’s gonna be brutal, but you never imagine…

A stretcher appears on the scene and the EMTs lift Sean onto it, the crowd cheering and applauding his efforts as they wheel him backstage. April Lynn walks along side, not letting Sean’s hand slip from hers, and not breaking her stare on the man that did this to him.
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The scene cuts to a locker room. Exciting, huh? But, it's not just aaaany locker room, this particular locker room belongs to the former World Heavyweight Champion Nightmare, sitting on a blue padded bench with an acoustic guitar in his hands. He's clothed in street attire as he's not scheduled to wrestle tonight, and, armed with a light blue pick, he's strumming gently away on the strings of the instrument with his eyes closed, feeling the gentle flow of his music. The camera goes to the outside of the locker room and we are suprised to see T-Bird resting against the door listening to the music. She wears a red halter top with a pair of black baggy jeans. Pushing off of the door she hesitates before knocking. A little more strumming answers, then we hear Nightmare's voice, muffled slightly by the door.

"Come in." He says, then we hear the music again. T-Bird opens the door just enough for her to slide in and then rest against the wall near the door. She smiles brightly seeing Nightmare playing. "Still working on that song huh?" Nightmare looks up, his eyes softening without him wanting them to as they fall on his wife, and a coy smile crosses his face. "Yeah. I think I've got it now." A couple more bars, and Nightmare finishes the song off with a nice flourish. He's no Jimmy Page, but he's good. Unstrapping the guitar, Night sets it away from him and looks up at Tee, folding his hands on his lap. "So, what brings you here, Tee?"

T-Bird finds herself a seat on one of chairs in the room. She pulls up her knee to her chin. "I wanted to talk a little... I want to end the stupid stuff inbetween us... And just be friends. I know my daughter needs me... Well she probably doesn't anymore... She has Orchid." Nightmare smiles, putting one tree-trunk leg up on a chair in front of him, and we can tell deep inside and from that smile that Nightmare probably remembers all the alone time he had with Tee where it was just her and him and nobody else. "Truth be told, Tee, she misses the hell out of you. She asks me just about every night before we turn in if you're gonna come back to us. And to be honest with you, I'm glad you want to bury the hatchet, because I do too. I'm sick of fighting you, Tee, physically and mentally, and you know I can't bring myself to hate you no matter what AJ and you do to try to push my buttons."

"I can't honestly say that I will come back... But I can be here more for her. I know I hurt her and she probably wants to kick me a few times or something.." T-Bird bites her lip a little looking away. She turns back to Nightmare with a small smile. "You know the fans wanna see one more match... No Tommy King... No AJ... No whoever else... Just you vs me... one on one."

Nightmare nods, his deep green eyes still sparkling a little bit, remembering the love he still has for Tee. "They do. And y'know...i think that might be the best idea for us. I want to end all the friction between us and be friends like we're supposed to be, no matter how much AJ hates me or what shit he says about me and Christina to you. One match between us without anybody else around would be the perfect way to start over for both of us."

"How have you been holding up lately?" T-Bird says as she slides down into the chair resting her head on the arm of the chair. Nightmare gives a shrug of his big shoulders, still with the traces of a gentle smile on his face. "If I told you I was completely OK...i'd be a damn liar." He chuckles. "I miss you very badly, Tee. You may not beleive it but a little part of me is still in love with you, too. That little part of me still can't quite beleive the best time of my entire life, every waking moment after we became man and wife, ended..so quickly."

T-Bird nods. "You deserve someone so much better than me. Nightmare I wasn't the woman for you. Not that I wanted to hurt you but sooner or later it felt like I was going to... Maybe it is better that we are just friends." Nightmare sighed. "You're probably right, much as I hate to admit it. At least you're in my life somehow."

"Nightmare... I'm sure you can find someone else... Someone so much better than me... Just gotta take the time to look." T-Bird smiles sitting up on the edge of the chair. Nightmare chuckles. "Well, I think I know who you have in mind for me, kid, but Orchid and I aren't going anywhere past a professional relationship. Neither of us feel that that's beneficial to our careers. I am glad you're still my friend though, this is a time when...I need friends."

"Who said I was talking about Orchid... Almost any woman would be happy to have you as their husband." T-Bird says looking down at the ground a little. "Friends are hard to come by and even harder to keep... We both need friends." A long silence passes, then Nightmare looks down at his watch. "I gotta get going, Tee. The security people kinda' don't know that I'm here, because...well...I kinda' didn't tell em, so I need to scoot before they get the idea about throwin' me out." He says, standing up to get his guitar.

"Yea okay... I'll catch ya later on." T-Bird gets up heading for the door. Nightmare turns around after packing up his guitar and half his mouth gets tugged back to form a half-smile. "Hey, Tee.." He says, walking over to her and picking up a small bit of paper, quickly scribbling something on it before gently pressing it into her hand. "Just in case you need a friend to talk to." He says with a knowing smile, then hefts the guitar over his shoulder like the many burdens he has carried with him, and makes tracks for the parking lot.

T-Bird looks down at the paper and smiles seeing his number. "Does he really think I forget his number that easy.." T-Bird laughs as she walks through the back hallways to her room. And we cut back to the ring...or wherever else we need to go.

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KR: What a night so far Relentless has been, eh Chip?

CM: Yup and it’s about to get even better as it’s time for the SIC title match.

KR: The reigning International Champion is taking on the #1 contender Onikage. In a match that Elrick allowed to choose, a pure wrestling match.

CM: For those of you not familiar with these it is a standard European and British rules wrestling match. Do you want me to explain the differences in the rules?

KR: Naw I will Chip, I think I can handle it. *rolls his eyes* Rather than your standard ten count the referee is given a twenty count when one or both men are outside the ring to let them get back in by. Not to mention that if the champion is counted out the title can change hands. Both men are only given three rope breaks each to use. Upon using up all three the ropes are then legal for them to use in any ways they deserve. Also if they break any rules the referee will give them a warning and then if they continue they can be stripped of a rope break. Or if they have no rope breaks left they are D.Q.ed in the match. Which brings me to the next difference, upon the chance of the champion being D.Q.ed the title WILL change hands. If you toss your opponent over the top rope you will also be D.Q.ed. Last but certainly not least this match has a forty minute time limit. If by chance the time limit expires the champion will retain the title.

CM: Whew, quite the mouth fu-

KR: Wait a minute I’ve just been informed from the back there is one other difference, apparently by Onikage’s request the Career Killer finisher is banned from use! What the hell is that?!

CM: Ah-ha! I don’t like those Ordinary freaks but that was pretty smart on Onikage’s part! He has forced Elrick to change up his game plan, brilliant. *Claps*

The Lights slowly begin to dim as the music plays, smoke pouring out of the entrance way. A distorted scream echoing out from the P.A. system before a group of men's voice ring out in union. Some where inbetween that of a yell and singing.

[align=center]YOU![/align]

The slamtron lights up as images of Onikage from the tag matches against the Elite with XK begin to play. The last image being that of the Ordinary duo winning the FIW Tag Team titles.

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Now the footage shifts to the many bloody battles the Ordinary had against Bane Security. Losing the championships to them and then winning them back after out smarting Manson & Bane Security.

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The footage go further ahead to the match at Anarchy in the UK '05 in the triple threat tag match. Showing the war that the three teams consisting of Genocide, Brute Force and of course the Ordinary waged on each other. With it ending on Kitten and Onikage winning the gold for the third time. And then show images of The Ordinary attacking Nightmare and leaving him bloody.

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The slamtron fading to black as in big bold white letters it reads on it now simply " Ordinary " . A bright light shines just under the steel entrance ramp revealing Onikage kneeling down at the very top with one of the two FIW World Tag Team Championships strapped around his waist. Oni gets up onto his feet and jogs down the ramp, psyche slapping hands on both sides to several boos from the fans who were just tricked into slapping air. As he reaches the bottom of the entrance way he shouts out " It's time for your choice! Step down or... " and the fans reply with boos as he continues " OR GET BEATEN DOWN! " . Onikage shooting his arms up above his head as the song begins to sift. A new voice taking over the P.A. system as he yells out like a battle cry.

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The heavy metal tune kicks in with it's riffs as the fans begin to mosh a bit to it. Onikage jogging around the ring and psyche slapping hands with all the front row fans which causes a few to flip him off. The Co-Champion makes it all the way around the ringside area before hopping up onto a unfolded steel chair near the time keeper's table, setting one leg on it and another bent slightly as it rests on top of the fence. Lifting his arms up once more as the vocalist asks the question as the fans try to get at him only for Onikage to hold himself far enough back so the crowd can't reach to their frustration.

A obvious smile even with the mask on Onikage's face as he hops down from his perched area. Jogging over Onikage slides into the ring and hops right up to his feet, walking over to the ropes facing the opposite side of the entrance way and climbing up onto the second/middle rope. As he stands up on it, balancing himself he mouths the words " You are now one of us " before spreading his arms out if a crufied manner. Onikage hops down off it as the lights come back on and the music fades away.


CC: Presenting the contender…Hailing from Parts Unknown. He is a three time and reigning FIW World Tag Team Champion. He weighs in at 250 pounds and stands at six feet and two inches. He! Is! OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNIIIIIKAAAAAAAGEEEE!!!

The arena fades to a dim darkness as Linkin Park “Faint” begins to play slowly over the PA system, all of a sudden Chester begin singing…
[align=center]Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
This damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be IGNORED!
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…The arena is blasted with Linkin Park “Faint“ louder over the PA system as Elrick comes through the curtain to a huge cheer, belt over his shoulder. He looks to the crowd as he stands on the entrance ramp, title glazing in the lights, Elrick then walks towards the ring. He gets to the ring. Slides his title into the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway.

CC: Presenting the champion…Hailing from Leamington Spa, England. He is your reigning Slam International Champion. Weighing in at 260 pounds and standing at six feet and six inches. He! Is! ELLLLLLLRRRRRRRIIIIIICK!!!

The fans begin cheering Elrick while he walks to the center of the ring and hands over the SIC to the referee. Onikage and Elrick do a few last minute warm ups of rubbing their wrists and tapping the tip of their boots against the canvas and rolling their shoulders. As the bell rung slowly the champ and the contender circle the ring from one another. Carefully they raise their hands and inter-lock with one another. Instantly both men press against one another and their chests is shoving against one another.

KR: Greco Roman Lock starting us out with, neither man has seemed to have gotten an advantage yet in it.

CM: Meh I dislike both equally but if I had to root for one it be Onikage, he smells better.

DV: How exactly do you know he smells better than Elrick, Chip? …

CM: Well I’m just guessing, he could possibly smell worse.

JN: *Suddenly pops up out of nowhere* Nothing smells worse than Elrick. *disappears under the announce table again*

DV: Where the hell did Jeff come from?!

Onikage lends further and further back as Elrick’s weight advantage began to come into play. Elrick applies more and more pressure to the lock and now Onikage is nearly all the way upside down, the very top of his head nearly touching the canvas where his black locks lay. The SIC continues to push Onikage down while the contender tries to make a come back. With one last final push Onikage’s shoulders fall against the canvas and the referee is quick to begin the count.

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Thr-No!
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The challenger to the amazement of the fans slowly pushes himself up back to a vertical base. Elrick tries to push Onikage back down but it’s already too late as Onikage gets the advantage. While Onikage pushes Elrick further down the champ staggers slightly losing his footing. This only serves to help Onikage push Elrick further back. Now with Elrick leaning back slightly Onikage quickly releases his hold on Elrick’s left hand. Sliding to the right side of Elrick Onikage twists his arm slightly and applies pressure.

KR: Onikage takes the Greco Roman Lock into a Arm Wrench, quite impressive.

DV: Yeah considering the guy only a moment ago was nearly pinned.

CM: Eh I think Smellrick will find a way to rebound from this. He always seems to find a way.

Onikage twists the arm more in a direction that the human arm isn’t meant to be in while Elrick groans in pain and falls to his knee. Dragging him slightly Onikage pulls Elrick over towards the ropes. Once there Onikage turns the arm even more and looks like it is on the brink of snapping right off. Almost as if he were tempting Elrick to grab for the ropes and use one of his rope breaks Onikage stalls slightly with the Arm Wrench. However Elrick rams his elbow deep into Onikage’s mid-section a few times to try and free himself.

KR: Elrick is starting to come back into the match, if he can keep this up he may just get the advantage again.

CM: It was actually pretty smart on Onikage’s part to do that submission near the ropes. After all if Elrick used up a rope break he’d only have two left to use in the rest of this match.

DV: Too bad it didn’t work.

CM: Well Onikage has never been the brightest guy around.

Elrick’s elbows are enough to weaken Onikage’s hold and the champ steadies his weakened arm on the top rope. With his good arm Elrick wraps it around Onikage’s head in a side headlock fashion. Onikage waves his arms out in front of him to show no signs of him submitting when the referee looks at it before he waves his own arms at the time keeper’s table.

KR: What on Earth is going on? …

CC: ELRICK HAS USED HIS FIRST ROPE BREAK!

CM: Yes!

DV: That’s not exactly true from what I see!

KR: I agree, while the referee’s decision is final this isn’t exactly a good call in my opinion!

The reigning champ seems to not find that a good call as well since he gets into the referee’s face after tossing Onikage aside. The fans jeer and boo heavily at the referee while he tries to justify to Elrick why he did what he did. To the fans’ delight Elrick grabs the referee by his shirt and clenches his free hand into a fist. Quickly the referee gives Elrick his warning and tells him that if he punches him then he’ll be D.Q.ed instantly. Slowly Elrick’s fist falls to it’s side but he was so busy with the referee he didn’t even notice Onikage come up from behind and chop block his knee until it was too late.

KR: That’s not fair! Elrick was distracted with the referee!

CM: If the rules says it’s fair then all’s fair in wrestling and love.

DV: That doesn’t make any sense.

CM: It doesn’t have to make sense, I’m beautiful!

Onikage is relentless with his stomps to the back of Elrick’s knee and lower leg. Roughly he picks up Elrick’s leg and slams it down against the canvas. Onikage drops several elbow drops right down onto the back of Elrick’s knee while the champion screams in pain. The contender leans down and grabs a hand full of Elrick’s hair. However suddenly Elrick springs to life and latches onto Onikage and rolls him right up into a small package!

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To the fans boos the referee spots Onikage’s hand clutching for dear life to the middle rope and tells Elrick that it was only a two count. Grudgingly Elrick untangles his own body from Onikage’s while the referee turns to the time keeper’s table and waves his hands once again.

CC: ONIKAGE HAS USED HIS FIRST ROPE BREAK!

DV: Well looks like it’s all tied up now, they both have left two rope breaks a piece.

KR: Darn it, I thought Elrick really had it that time.

CM: Pffft, dream on.

DV: Some thing tells me he might just have won had it not been for Onikage using his rope break.

Slowly both men get back to their feet each grabbing a certain part of their body. Onikage clutching his head being slightly dizzy after being rolled up so quickly. Elrick clutching at his legs after all the abuse they had been put through just a few moments ago. The challenger doesn’t wait for the champ to regroup and quickly charges at him. Elrick thinking fast grabs Onikage in mid-charge and arm drags him down to the mat. The champion rolls it right over into a kneeling arm bar and wrenches back on it, pressing his knee right against the elbow joint.

KR: After an impressive arm drag Elrick has tilted this game back into his favor.

CM: Meh, who cares?

DV: Kurt, the fans, me, Mark-

CM: Yeah but some one that matters?

DV: Umm…ermm…

CM: Exactly my point.

Onikage slips his free arm around Elrick’s lower leg and pulls some thing right out of High School wrestling as he pushes Elrick right onto his back. Like a vicious shark smelling for blood Onikage tries to free his arm but just pushing Elrick however onto his back doesn’t seem to do it. In fact Elrick even tries to grape vine the arm now only for Onikage to grab hold of the leg he tripped. The leader of the Ordinary tries to wrench back on it and do a slightly modified one arm ankle lock on the leg. Both men are now hissing and growling in pain as they try to get the other to release the hold on them.

CM: Hey that’s kind of cool looking.

DV: And I think it’s a first for a Slam match, a double submission.

KR: Now ladies and gentlemen it’s a test of will power and strength with a little bit of pain tolerance thrown in there to spice the pot. Who will out last the other and manage to over power the other? And will one of these men use their second rope break of the match?

CM: Man this is…what’s the word? …Dramatic! This is some dramatic stuff going on right here.

Neither man seems ready to give as both men try their hardest to wrench as far back as they possibly can go given the situation their in. Elrick and Onikage both are on the verge of screaming now in pain but seem to be trying to bite their lips and hold it back. Neither screaming in pain for not wanting to give their opponent the knowledge that they made him scream. Finally after several moments of struggling between the two men Onikage rests his leg on the middle rope while with his free hand at the exact same moment Elrick grabs it. The referee gets the two to break their submissions on one another and then waves his hands for the third time at the time keeper’s table.

CC: BOTH ELRICK AND ONIKAGE HAVE USED THEIR SECOND ROPE BREAK OF THE MATCH!

DV: Well that didn’t change the situation much for either man, they are both tied a piece for remaining rope breaks.

KR: Yeah I’ll say.

CM: Are you two retarded or just extremely stupid?

KR: Well I ne-

CM: Wait, no, don’t answer that question. The reason I say that is because this has shifted things GREATLY in the match. Rather than having a rope break to fall back on both men only have one rope break left. That means they only have one saving grace left in this match. Once it’s gone they won’t be able to safe themselves with the ropes any longer. This also means the one to make the other use their last rope break first will have a HUGE advantage over his opponent. Things have just gotten a lot whole more interesting in this match for the SIC.

DV: Wow…Chip…that was just…amazing…

KR: Yeah Chip that sounded like a true unbiased announcer’s opinion on the situation two men battling it out are in. No name calling either in it for either man.

CM: Well yeah, ya know, some one’s gotta be a fucking professional around here. And it is for sure not going to be one of you two. I doubt it’s going to be one of the TNT guys either since they go off and play Yugi-oh or Magic or Pokemon or whatever the fuck that is trendy this week while Slam matches are on.

Seems Chip isn’t the only one who realizes the advantage of being the last wrestler with a rope break can be. As Onikage and Elrick instantly tie up for the second time in this match in a Greco Roman Lock. Onikage pushes Elrick back and when they are only mere inches from the ropes Elrick manages to stop himself from hitting them. Elrick manages to gain the advantage in the Greco Roman Lock and pushes Onikage right back the other way. Much like Elrick had Onikage manages to stop himself a few inches away from the ropes. Slowly the two push each other back and fourth to the point where they are roughly in the middle of the ring back where they started.

DV: Looks like no one is getting a clear cut advantage at the moment.

CM: Yeah in simpler terms to say I like to call this a little thing called a “stalemate”. Examples? They are in a stalemate; neither man can get the advantage and push the others into the ropes to have them use up their last rope break.

KR: Yes we all know what a stalemate is Chip, no need to be rude.

CM: Since when have I not been rude? No, please, tell me, I’ll try harder to be next time.

It looks like finally Elrick is starting to gain the advantage but Onikage quickly brings a stop to that by kicking Elrick in the mid-section. As Elrick doubles over Onikage grabs hold of his head and begins to drive his knees one after the other in knee striking fashions into Elrick’s face. Elrick’s head attempts to with each strike jerk back violently however Onikage’s grip on it makes sure it doesn’t go any where. To top off the strikes Onikage hops up and does a double knee strike just as he let’s go of Elrick’s head. Showing a bit of his strength Onikage rolls Elrick over onto his stomach and then grabs hold of Elrick’s leg in an Ankle Lock and even locks on the grape vine!

KR: Dear god no! Onikage has just locked on an Ankle Lock, this could be it! I hope not, by god do I hope not! Come on Elrick! Fight it! Fight the damn submission!

CM: I hope he screams like a pig!

DV: This is quite the painful yet effective submission. It can break bones if you’re not careful though.

KR: Fight it Elrick! Pull down deep and get the strength you need!

Elrick wiggles and crawls with his arms towards the bottom rope while he groans in pain. Onikage twists the ankle and wrenches it even further stopping Elrick dead in his tracks. The champ tries to roll over so he can clutch his leg. Slowly but steadily more and more fans clap along with one another in an attempt to rally Elrick. It seems to do the trick as in no time Elrick manages to get to the bottom rope. His hand is only mere moments away from the bottom rope and yet for whatever reason Elrick isn’t grabbing it.

KR: What in the world is he waiting for?!

CM: I think the idiot just wants to be in more pain.

DV: Honestly I think Elrick is cross between wanting to get out of the submission hold and wasting his last rope break.

KR: The man just has too much pride for his own good some times. I respect him for trying to find another way out but this seems to be the best way.

The reigning SIC tries to force the two of them over onto his back and Oni’s front but it is to no avail. He tries for a second time to try and roll out of the submission but once again Onikage keeps them still. Elrick shakes his head slightly and finally grabs hold of the bottom rope and the referee instantly tries to get Onikage to release the hold. Onikage to the jeers of the fans keeps the submission on for a few more extra moments before he finally releases it. The referee waves his arms at the time keeper’s table.

CC: ELRICK HAS USED HIS THIRD AND FINAL ROPE BREAK!

KR: Elrick has nothing to be ashamed of, after all it’s not like he lost the match yet.

CM: He should be ashamed, he’s a filthy and smelly quitter.

DV: And no one likes a quitter.

KR: Come on, he’s not a quitter, back in my day I probably wouldn’t have lasted nearly as long as he did.

Onikage kips up to his feet while Elrick slowly staggers up to his. The co-tag champ leans forward and tries to grab a hold of the SIC. However Elrick ducks it and quickly goes behind Onikage and locks him into the Corba Clutch. With one swift movement Elrick tosses Onikage up into the air and slams him down connecting with the Elrickplex ’05! The fans are going wild while Elrick runs towards the ropes. Dazedly Onikage gets back up to his feet as Elrick charges towards him. In mid-charge Elrick’s right foot seems to land oddly but it is quickly forgotten when Onikage shoves his index and middle finger into Elrick’s mouth and then goes around locking in For Whom the Bell Tolls! The referee hurries over and checks on Elrick who leans against Onikage as the fans jeer heavily. It only takes a few minutes before Elrick taps out! The referee hurries over and calls for the bell while Onikage drops Elrick and the fans give divided reactions, some booing and some cheering.

KR: NO! IT CAN’T BE! IT SIMPLY CAN’T BE! ELRICK L-

CM: SMELLRICK LOST! SMELLRICK LOST! HA HA HA HA! THIS IS GREAT!

DV: But Onikage won the title…

CM: Oh wait you’re right…THIS IS HORRIBLE! NOT THAT FREAK SHOW! ANY ONE BUT HIM AS OUR SIC! *Sighs* Times like these I want to put a bullet through my head…

CC: Winner by submission and NEW Slam International Champion…OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!

Quickly the referee checks on Elrick and then waves to the back for some thing. In a flash a small group of EMTs are rushing down the entrance way and enter the ring. Soon they are checking on Elrick’s leg while the referee hands over the SIC and one half of the tag titles to Onikage. The Ordinary leader demands the micro phone as he cries tears of perhaps joy. After snatching the micro phone he slings the SIC over his shoulder and has the referee help him hook the tag title around his waist.

KR: Well it looks like Elrick might be seriously injured, he did seem to land his footing weirdly during his run.

CM: And oh great we get to hear a speech from the new SIC, whoopee wee.

Onikage: What did I tell you all? What did I tell each and every one of you sitting in this arena and watching this from wherever you are? I told you it was the Ordinary’s destiny, my destiny to take one more step towards our final goal. That step would be tonight, October 16th 2005 at the event FIW presented known as Relentless. This title has finally after a poor excuse for an owner after poor excuse of an owner come into worthy hands. Man is it beautiful too…It is a shame however…

Onikage walks over to the ropes and with his free hand wipes back his slightly sweaty locks. A grin spreading across Oni’s masked face as he looks out at the sea of masses.

Onikage: A shame that this all came one step a little too late. You see whether it was Jack Manson or Phil or Markone they all over looked the Ordinary. They all over looked us for others who were unworthy of the prizes they were handed. For all the good we did for this brand what has the Ordinary been given? Not even a single thank you. We singled handedly destroyed the Elite from the ground up. We brought the FIW world tag team titles to Slam when we dethroned the Purists. We took the title off of Orion Oldriod and handed it on a silver platter to William “Nightmare” James. We tried to show you that not all wrestling has to be violence with tables, barbwire and fire. But at the end of the day…what did we get? It got to the point where…it just wasn’t worth it anymore.

And so a brilliant plan brewed inside this mind of mine. Only three days before Relentless I picked up the telephone and I dialed an up a certain number. It ringed three times and then a female’s voice answered the phone, do you know who it was? It was Miss Madison herself. You see Slam isn’t the only brand in FIW’s town; TNT is a brand that will treat talents correctly. But wouldn’t it be some thing I told her…The newly crowned SIC jumps to TNT…Wouldn’t that be the single most largest blow she’s ever given Slam? And so you could say I sold myself to a devil. I decided to go for rather than a General Manager who favors few and ignores the rest a General Manager with diginity, with respect, with understanding and with unbiased opinions of her wrestlers. So October 25th 2005, you will see live on FX Onikage, the newly crowned SIC set this championship on the very desk of TNT’s General Manager.


Some fans are in utter shock from this news while others are already booing him heavily. This only seems to brighten Onikage’s mood even more. Casually he walks over to the EMTs and snatches some thing from them. It appears to be a large piece of tape which he slaps onto the SIC. He then presents the second item he snatched, a marker. With the marker he writes on the tape that now covers the Slam logo on the SIC “TNT”. Onikage tosses the marker down and sets the newly branded “TNTIC” onto his shoulder.

Onikage: Honestly I would like to say my time on Slam has been all fun, but it hasn’t. I have hated each and every fan from the very core of my being. Nearly no one on the Slam roster is a worthy foe in my mind. The Ordinary, I, have proven that the rest of the Slam is inferior. I crippling Slam’s own golden child, Christopher Elrick proved that alone. There is nothing else for me to do here. Win the World Heavyweight title? Why? So the next General Manager can job me out to his personal favorite when he stacks the deck in their favor? No thank you. So in short…Good night New York! I fucking hate you all! Now play my music so I can walk out of here for the last time as a Slammer.

Sure enough Onikage’s music hits and he rolls out of the ring. Many of the Slam fans from the states and even the few who flew over from England are heavily jeering Onikage for his actions. The leader of the Ordinary seems to brush them off like a rain drop on his shoulder. Mean while the EMTs are returning to checking on Elrick.

KR: I hated Onikage and thought he was a piece of scum but this, this, ladies and gentlemen really takes the cake. Not allowing Slam’s management that it was his last night on Slam.

CM: Worse yet the bastard is taking his tag title and the “TNTIC” with him to the blue boys!

DV: Meh I always disliked Onikage and thought he was a freak. This changes nothing when it concerns my opinion of him.

KR: Well any ways let’s let the EMTs get Elrick out of the ring and then we’ll get on to the next match of the evening.

As the PPV is already in full swing, the fans are buzzing and talking amongst each other, suddenly the lights of the arena fade and the titantron starts flickering with static, as it does Seether “Remedy “ starts playing over the PA system…

[align=center] “I Don’t Fly… I Fucking Soar!”

Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see


A figure stands in the middle of the ring on the screen, he grins as he spreads his arm and shouts “HIGH-SPOT”.

It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear


…A man lays on the canvas, all of a sudden the camera darts to the top rope, the figure from then previous image is standing there, he then leaps off and holds his ankles, as he makes impact with a HUGE splash!

HIGH-SPOT SPLASH!!!!…

If you want me hold me back

…The man grabs his opponent in a Powerbomb, but holds his arms through there legs, he then lifts and spins the guy around, bringing him down HARD with a diamond cutter!

FULL SHOT!!!!…

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"


…The opponent comes back off the ropes, he flies toward the man, he then lifts the opponent up into a flapjack, he then catches him as he drops with a sit-out face-buster!

EVANS OPENING!!!!…

I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long


…The man grabs the opponent with a Pumphandle position, he then lifts the guy up onto his shoulder, he then sits out driving the opponent skull to the canvas with a Michinoku Driver!

EVANS DRIVER!!!!…

It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here


…The man stands on the top rope as his opponent is dazed but standing, the guy then Moonsaults off, he gets a full 360 rotation before hooking his legs around the opponents head and then sending them over into a inverted Hurricanrana!

HIGH-SPOT-A-RANA!!!!…

If you want me hold me back

…The man stand on the top rope, he looks down at his fallen opponent, he then jumps off and hit’s a corkscrew 630 senton, driving his body into the opponents body!

PUNKED OUT!!!!…

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"


…The man hoists the opponent up into the air across his shoulders, he then starts to spin before DRIVING the opponent down onto his head/neck between his leg’s with a Ki-Krusher!

BIG AIR DRIVER!!!! B.A.D!!!!…

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"


…Both a opponent and the man stand on the top rope, when out of nowhere they Moonsault off, the motion goes fully over as they land in a complete shot from the top rope, both men are out cold!

MARKED OUT!!!!…

Hold your eyes closed, take me in

…The man appears on the screen, his arms crossed as the music keeps hyping up…

Hold your eyes closed, take me in

...The camera zooms in and he punches the lens hard!…

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"


Loads of images zip over the screen of a man hitting loads of crazy ass Cruiser esque moves.

…“Mr High-Spot”…

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me


Loads of images zip over the screen of a man hitting loads of crazy ass Cruiser esque moves.

…“November 1st”
“Mr. High-Spot Debuts on TNT”
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The titantron fades to a figure standing in a ring, a huge grin on his face, the camera then cuts to the TNT commentary desk.

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JH: Up next we have an Ultimate Endurance Championship bout.

TM: Or do we? Will Jim be here?

JH: I have to confess that nobody has seen him around the arena all day.

MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is to be determined under Ultimate Endurance Rules!

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The fans instantly jeer as 'Orion' by July of Kings begins to play. 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod emerges from the entrance wearing an expensive suit, tie and smart shiny shoes. He stands in the centre of the staging, looking out at the capacity crowd before placing his hands on his hips leading to a subtle smirk on Orion's face.

JH: He isn't even wearing his wrestling attire!

TM: Looks like he isn't expecting a hard night.

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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, hailing from the City of Angels. He is the challenger...ORION OLDRIOD!!!!

[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...

EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY
FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES
CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY
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JH: Is he here????

TM: I don't see him!

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EVOLUTION, EVOLUTION
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Nobody emerges through the entrance, the smoke is clearing and the stage is blank. A smirk appears across Orion's face as Logan Black and Michael Anderson shrug towards each other. Logan and Anderson go into conference with Orion leant against the ropes taking it easy.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen...

Before Anderson can continue Orion snatches the microphone off him!

Orion: Cut all the crap! Madison Lee, Jim O'Brien ain't here today so why don't you come down here and present me with MY belt! I haven't got all day, get it down here!

There is a small pause before 'Toxix' by Britney Spears blares out from the speakers. Orion motions for her to come down and even starts to hold the ropes open for her. SUDDENLY THE LIGHTS GO OUT!!!!

JH: What now?

TM: I can't see, hey! Keep your hands to yourself!

THE LIGHTS COME BACK ON AND JIM O'BRIEN IS STANDING IN THE RING BEHIND ORION!!!! THE FANS EXPLODE!!!!

JH: There he is! There he is!

TM: All right, I see him! Orion! Turn around!

Orion shakes his head, thinking that the TNT General Manager is screwing with him and he seemingly ignores the electric crowd reaction. Orion stands up and turns around looking for his microphone back BUT ORION WALKS RIGHT INTO A DEVASTATING HAYMAKER FROM JIM!!!! ORION IS DROPPED LIKE A TREE BEING CHOPPED DOWN IN THE WOODS!!!!

JH: And it's on now!

TM: Orion is dressed to fight!

Oldriod is clutching his jaw as he squirms on the mat. Jim has the same thought as Thomas Moore and he grabs Orion's jacket to rip it off his back! Jim tosses the suit jacket to Logan Black and then stomps down all across Orion's back! Oldriod tries to escape under the ropes but Jim grabs him by the seat of his trousers! He drags him back into the centre of the ring and lifts him high above his head...GORILLA PRESS SLAAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!

JH: Orion is being beaten down like he was a dog in the street!

TM: Did you see how high Orion went? He was up in the lights!

Jim grabs Orion's bright white shirt and he tears it from him! The shirt is left in three pieces in Jim's hands and he starts to choke Orion with it! Logan Black tries to stop the choke but Jim shrugs him off as the life starts to expire from Orion! Finally Jim lets it go and Logan Black takes hold of the pieces of torn shirt. O'Brien is red hot as he now grabs Orion by the nice silk tie still hanging from around his neck and he pulls Orion to his feet. Orion is dazed, he's pretty much out of it as Jim runs him to a corner and snaps Orion's head off the top turnbuckle!

TM: This may not last all that long at this rate!

JH: Jim O'Brien is a monster but he's a pissed off Monster tonight after what Oldriod did to Jim's knee only a month ago!

Jim hasn't suffered any adverse reaction to his knee injury yet, he seems to be very mobile as he stops Orion trying to get away by yanking back on his tie. He uses the tie to whip Orion back into the turnbuckle before flattening him with a turnbuckle splash! Oldriod stumbles out of the corner and turns around into a big boot that almost kicks his face off! Oldriod goes down and down hard as Jim is enjoying a dominant role in this match.

JH: You're right Moore, this won't last long if Orion can't fight back.

Orion is down still but manages to get his tie from his neck and he slides it out of the ring so Jim can't use it as another weapon. Before Orion can get up Jim drops a heavy knee across his back, leading to Orion screaming out in pain. Jim then snatches at Orion's belt, unties it and then swirls it around over his head! The crowd pop as Orion starts to crawl away...LASH!!!! LASH!!!! LASH!!!!

TM: Three belt shots across Orion's back! Where's the DQ?!

JH: Orion brought it in the ring!

Jim wraps the belt around his hand, the buckle facing outwards across his knuckles. He pulls Orion to his feet by his hair, he parades a weak and vulnerable Oracle around each side of the ring to the fans. He then drives a knee into Orion's gut to double him over before whipping him forward INTO THE BUCKLE-CLAD BELT!!!! Orion has been like the proverbial yo-yo, up and down all the way through the match so far and now he finds himself in the down position. Jim takes the belt off his hand and passes it to Logan Black, who gets rid of it. Jim turns Orion over and he steps back upon seeing Orion's face!

TM: Did Jim just step away?

JH: Look at Orion's face, he's busted WIDE open! That belt-buckle has shred Orion's forehead!

Jim gets past his initial surprise, blood has already filled up most of Orion's face as O'Brien drags Orion to his feet. O'Brien scoops Orion up into his arms looking for a Tombstone Piledriver...Orion slides out over Jim's shoulder! He lands on his feet and Jim launches at Oldriod looking for the LARIAT...Orion ducks and catches Jim with an ORACLE SMASH!!!!

TM: ORACLE SMASH!!!!

JH: He has just whacked Jim with the kick!

Orion drops the mat at the same time as Jim but the bloody Oldriod scrambles out of the ring. He grabs a piece of shirt from ringside and wipes as much blood as he can off his face. Orion then stumbles up the Slam! entrance ramp, motioning that he wants nothing to do with Jim tonight.

JH: Where's he going now?

TM: He's opened up a can of haul-ass!

Orion heads up the ramp, turning around one last time to see Jim starting to get back up! Orion sighs and turns around, TO FIND JACK MANSON, SEAN MADROX AND ELRICK STOOD IN FRONT OF HIM!!!!

JH: Orion is trying to leave and those three men are not going to let him!

TM: Manson, Madrox and Elrick...they're stopping Orion getting away from Jim!

Orion drops to his knees as he pleads with all three men, three who he has had a storied past with each. Orion is begging to be allowed to leave but all three have their arms crossed in defiance. Elrick talks to Jack Manson and Sean, they seem to part in the middle and Orion stands up thanking all three. Oldriod starts to walk forward but a HUGE HAND grabs the back of his neck! Orion tries to walk but the hand's owner spins him around! Orion goes face-to-face with Big Jim once more! Orion is disappointed and even more so as Jim brings him back to the ring!

JH: He ain't getting away tonight!

TM: Jim hasn't finished with him!

Orion is dragged back down the ramp and rolled into the ring. Jim slides in after him and then he drops a diving headbutt down on Oldriod's torso. The crimson has stopped flowing, around half of Orion's face coated in blood as O'Brien drives an elbow into his chest. O'Brien goes for a second elbow but Orion rolls out of the way! For a second time Orion hightails it through the ropes out of the ring and he jogs up the TNT ramp as the fans are booing loudly! Orion shakes his head at them, he doesn't care what the fans think and he gets to the TNT entrance only for KENDRA NORTON to appear!

TM: Kendra Norton?!

JH: Orion attacked her three weeks ago on TNT before a tag team match!

Norton stands in front of Orion and safety, surely he must have a waiting car with the ignition on! Kendra waves a finger at Orion's face, she won't allow him to leave without getting what's coming to him. Oldriod tries to shove her out of the way but Kendra responds with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!! Orion goes down but immediately tries to get back up onto receive a DISCUS CHOP!!!!

TM: DQ surely!?

JH: Stop asking for a DQ! We need a winner here!

Orion is irate and is about to pounce with a superkick when JIM GRABS ORION'S LEG!!!! HE STARTS TO DRAG ORION BACK TOWARDS THE RING!!!!

JH: Jim is pulling Orion by his leg to the ring!

TM: Like a big grizzly bear!

Jim picks Orion up, scoops him into a slam position and tosses Orion over the top rope back into the ring. Jim re-enters the ring through the ropes and picks Orion up. He whips Orion to the ropes, Orion manages to hold on and reverse. Jim comes back off to duck under a clothesline attempt before bouncing back off the opposite ropes to take to the air with a LAAAARRRRIIIAAATTTT!!!!

TM: Orion has been battered so far!

Jim picks Orion up and tosses him into a corner. He then steps back before landing a tremendous right hand that knocks Orion sideways. Orion is leant across the top rope and O'Brien slings him back, he opens up Orion's body before delivering a vicious shot to the chest. Jim continues to slow the pace down, getting it back to a pace that suits him best. Orion slumps down in the corner and Jim just lands a simple but effective straight kick to the face. Orion goes down all the way to the mat, only his head propped up by the bottom turnbuckle.

JH: This is what Jim would have hoped for. Slow the pace right down and just knock seven shades out of Oldriod.

TM: He's a smart man, no doubt but so is Orion. He might have prepared for this instance.

JH: But Orion was convinced that Jim was too injured to compete!

TM: We did hear earlier this week that Jim would be wearing a heavy knee brace.

Logan Black starts to check on Orion's condition but Jim shifts him out of the way and he intimidates Logan, which doesn't happen often, to the other side of the ring. O'Brien spins around and sprints at a recovering Orion...RUNNING KNEE BURIED DEEP IN THE GUT!!!! Orion staggers out of the corner holding his stomach but not for long as Jim shoves him back there. He then drives a back elbow into the side of his head.

JH: Such strategy from Jim O'Brien.

TM: The Monster knows what he wants to do, he's sticking to his plan.

Jim whips Orion across the ring, Oldriod's back smacks into the turnbuckles but he hasn't got long to think about it as Jim crashes into him with a TURNBUCKLE CLOTHESLINE!!!! Orion drops to his knees but Jim jerks him back up to his feet. He is whipped across the ring into a corner one more time and Jim sprints at him looking for a splash...Orion moves out of the way! Jim crashes into the turnbuckles!

TM: This is the opportunity Orion needed!

JH: He has to come back here and get a submission on quickly because I can't see him knocking Jim out.

Jim rolls underneath the bottom rope as both men are down. Orion's using the time to recover but Big Jim stands coming through the ropes...ORION JUMPS UP TO HIS FEET AND CONNECTS WITH A DDT AS JIM IS COMING THROUGH THE ROPES!!!!

JH: That's what he's got to do! Hit and run!

TM: Abusive yet elusive!

Orion pulls Jim towards a corner and props him up. Orion unloads on him with big right hands and then steps back. He launches at O'Brien but Jim gets a big foot up Orion's face! Oldriod staggers back into the centre of the ring and Jim comes out of the corner to land a couple of chops to the chest. Orion is taken back to the ropes and irish whipped off, he comes back off the ropes into a SAMOAN DROP!!!!

JH: Back comes Jim!

TM: He's somehow managed to shake off that DDT by Orion.

Orion is back up on his feet rather quickly but he is groggy and Jim easily clotheslines him down. Again, Orion gets up quickly and is knocked off his feet with a hard clothesline. Jim picks Orion up, sets him on his feet in the middle of the ring before running against the ropes for momentum...DIVING SHOULDER BLOCK!!!! MISSED!!!! Orion dodges out of the way and Jim finds nothing but canvas! Jim is on all fours and Orion uses a modified bulldog to take him down all the way. Orion then makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle and scales to the top. He turns around on the top turnbuckle, looking inside at Jim's grounded body. ORION COMES OFF THE TOP WITH AN ELBOW DROP BUT JIM O'BRIEN ROLLS HIS SHOULDER!!!!

JH: Orion found nothing!

TM: Well, just canvas!

The Monster of TNT and Orion get up at the same time, Orion gets the first shot in but Jim responds with a punch of his own! Orion comes back with a second punch and then a knee to the gut but Jim swats Orion away with a big elbow. Orion comes back at Jim but O'Brien connects with a big right hand through Orion's face to knock him down. The blood is all over Jim's fist now as he picks Orion up. He sets him up...T-BONE SUPLEX!!!!

JH: Big time suplex!

Jim isn't finished, not by a long shot. He pulls Orion up, Oldriod suffering from the T-Bone and Jim slaps him across the face! TNT's Monster wraps his arms around Orion's head and neck...HELLSPLEX!!!!

TM: Orion is being suplexed from pillar to post!

Orion is not given long on the canvas again! O'Brien lifts him up like he is a small sack of potatoes and he picks Orion up off his feet. He walks with Orion on his shoulder to the nearest turnbuckle and he places Orion sitting on the top 'buckle. Jim steps up onto the first rope and then the second rope. He pulls Oldriod to his feet and sets him up in a front facelock. Orion fights back! He lands a couple of hard elbows to the Jim's side before pushing him off. Jim lands on his back and Orion drops off the turnbuckle onto Jim with a senton!

JH: Back and forth action here!

Orion stands up, trying to wipe some of the dried blood off his face. He then goes for an elbow to the knee brace but Orion's elbow bounces back off it! Orion holds his elbow in pain, he then stomps down on the knee. Orion's brain is going into overdrive as he considers what he's going to do. He starts to smirk, then steps back to a turnbuckle. Orion unties the pad before reaching into the pad and he pulls out a pair of scissors!

JH: Scissors?

TM: I see what you see.

Orion comes back to the grounded Jim O'Brien and kicks him flush in the face. Orion then pins Jim's tree-trunk like leg down for him to cut away at Jim's trousers. He rips off some of the material, landing an elbow on Jim's face to keep him down before working on the brace. He manages to unclip it and Orion drags Jim's knee brace off! He holds it up for everybody to see before slamming it down across the injured knee! Logan Black admonishes Orion, he tries to take the brace off him but Orion keeps hold of it. He walks back to Jim and WHACKS HIM IN THE FACE WITH THE METAL KNEE BRACE!!!!

JH: Come on Orion! That's illegal!

TM: I don't think he really cares!

Orion then places a foot on Jim's ankle to stop the leg moving before he raises the knee brace high above his head...CLUNK!!!! Orion drives it down on the knee! Logan Black manages to snatch the brace from Orion's hands, leading to The Oracle shoving Logan! Black shoves Orion back! Oldriod chooses to leave the referee, he returns to Jim and places the foot attached to Jim's injured leg onto the bottom rope. Orion then dives down with a quick leg drop across the knee.

JH: You know exactly where the target is now!

TM: He talked about it, Jim's got a big weakness and it's right there.

Orion drags Jim across the ground, which is difficult in itself. All 300 pounds of Jim is taken to the ringpost and Orion exits to the outside. He reaches inside and WRAPS JIM'S KNEE AROUND THE RINGPOST!!!!

JH: If this carries on then Logan Black may just stop this match!

Jim pulls himself along the mat out of the corner, away from the turnbuckle and along the ropes. Orion reaches in again, pulling the leg hovering over the apron and he whips it down into the apron. Jim clutches his knee and Orion pulls him under the rope to the outside. Jim comes back with a hard jab to the face, stalling Orion's offence. He then waits for Orion to comeback at him before sending him head-first into the steel barricade! Orion is down and O'Brien uses the time to recover. Jim uses the ring apron to pull himself up as Orion is also starting to get back up.

TM: Are we at a stalemate here?

JH: Looks like it to me and they aren't far away from us!

Jim grabs Orion's head as soon as he gets up to a vertical base. Jim takes Orion to the ringsteps and slaps Orion's head into the steel! Orion's head bounces back off and Jim makes the connection one more time! Orion rebounds off and slumps to the ground. Jim looks under the ring apron, he pulls out ORION'S BASEBALL BAT!!!! Jim holds it up, he points it at The Oracle and the fans cheer!

JH: He's going to take Orion's head off!

TM: He can't do it! He'll get disqualified!

Jim slams the bat down...CLANG!!!! ORION DIVES OUT OF THE WAY AND THE BAT STRIKES NOTHING BUT STEEL!!!! Orion sneaks back into the ring and Jim follows, bat in hand. O'Brien stalks Orion into a corner, he is about to use the bat on Orion when he grabs Logan Black and places him in front of him! Jim delays in hitting Orion, he moves Logan out of the way and Oldriod sees his opportunity to go downstairs with a chopblock on Jim! Jim goes down to a knee and Orion steals the bat to NAIL JIM IN THE HEAD WITH HIS BASEBALL BAT!!!!

JH: That's not in the UEC rules!

ORION WHACKS JIM IN THE CHEST AND THEN THE KNEE WITH THE BAT!!!! LOGAN BLACK TRIES TO TAKE THE BAT FROM ORION AND OLDRIOD SLUGS BLACK!!!!

TM: Now he's attacked the referee!

ORION TURNS HIS ATTENTION BACK TO JIM AND UNLOADS ON THE KNEE WITH BAT SHOT AFTER BAT SHOT!!!! LOGAN BLACK ON THE GROUND MAKES A SIGNAL TO THE TIMEKEEPER...


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

MA: As a result of a Disqualification, your winner and STILL Ultimate Endurance Champion...JIM O'BRIEN!!!!

JH: The right call from the referee! We can't have people like Orion attacking officials!

TM: Orion has failed in his efforts to capture the UEC!

Jim O'Brien rolls underneath the ropes to ensure he doesn't suffer anymore damage and Oldriod is angry! He grabs Logan Black and shakes him by the shirt! He deposits Black on the ground and picks up his bat! Orion exits to the outside and makes a beeline for Jim!

JH: Look out Jim!

O'Brien is limping away alongside the TNT entrance ramp, Orion is getting closer and closer to Jim but FIW Security cut Orion off! They surround Orion as Jim makes his way to the back and Oldriod tries to break through but he is held back by the masses of security! Madison Lee appears in the background, she watches as the security team escort Orion to the back. Orion sees Madison and tries to get at her but again he is held back! Oldriod is carted off backstage with the TNT GM watching on.

TM: Well, Orion is out of here and Jim is still the UEC!

JH: He certainly is. And Madison is none to happy with Orion's actions here on his first pay-per-view as a TNT competitor.
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KR: And here we go to the back, where Jeff Noon is standing by with former World Heavyweight Champion, Hutch!

The titantron lights up, and Jeff Noon’s face fills the huge screen. He looks at the camera with a quick glance of surprise, then makes a nervous sound. He looks from side to side, a panicked look on his face.

KR: Uhh…. Jeff, you’re on.

Jeff’s look of panicked surprise turns to one of indignation. He sneers out from the screen.

JN: I KNOW that Kurt. I’m not a total incompetant! I’m meant to be interviewing Hutch, but he’s not here.

We hear a rustle of papers, and some muttering.

KR: Uh… Well, in that case we apologise to all the fans that have……

On the screen a few people rush past Noon, and he watches after them. He starts to jog to keep up with them, and shouts after the one in the lead.

JN: What is it? What’s happened?

The man in the lead, who is carrying a cloth satchel with a huge red cross on the side looks over his shoulder. When he sees the cameras, he yells back:

Worker: Someone’s been attacked down this hallway, we got an anonymous call a few minutes ago!

Jeff yells back “Who is it?”, but no-one hears him.

KR: Uhhh folks, we’re being told to stay with this, let me assure you we’ve got just as much information about what’s happening as you do. In fact we……. Oh my.

On the screen, the cameras have come to a stop, and a group of people wearing official looking uniforms are gathered around a man laid on the floor, his arms twisted under his body, his hair floating outward in a pool of blood.

DV: Oh God, that’s Hutch!

As the camera strains around to get a better viewpoint, we can see that the blood appears to be coming from Hutch’s head and face. His clothes are soaked through with the blood, and he isn’t moving. Jeff tries to get a better view, but he is just repeating the same question over and over.

JN: Who did this? Who did this?

The medical technicians start to load Hutch up on an inflatable stretched, clipping a neck brace onto the fallen superstar. The screen goes black.

We go back to the announce table, where the entire team, including Chip, are sat upright facing the camera. Dean is shaking his head.

KR: Well folks, we’re sorry you had to see that, we apologise for the graphic images, and uh.. Well, our thoughts go out to Hutch at this moment, but we have to move on, we have to continue with the show, we have to go to the next match.

DV: As much as I agree, I can’t help but wonder, who the hell would do this??

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KR: Ladies and gentlemen, next up, we have a match that will end a feud that has lasted so long and has boiled up so much these past two months.

CM: Tonight, it will all end, and one man will walk away with the other’s contract!

DV: Let’s listen up to Charles Cruz, the Slam! ring announcer, for the details.

The camera switches inside the Relentless ring in Madison Square Garden where Charles Cruz is standing with a microphone in hand.

CC: This following match is a Contract Match! Hanging above the ring, is both of the competitors contracts, and to win this match you must climb a ladder and grab your opponent’s contract hanging above the ring!

The lights in the arena dim and drums beat from all around as strobe lights begin to flicker about the stage. A just audible whisper comes over the PA system which beckons the attention of everyone to the top of the stage.

[align=center]Can you feel that?

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CC: Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two-hundred and eighty pounds!


Guitars kick in as the strobe lights get faster and smoke begins to fill the stage. By now the crowd is fully aware of who is going to burst onto that stage and they begin to jeer. Suddenly, David Drainman screams and pyros explode all over the stage and ramp.

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Jack then bursts through the curtains from backstage and through the thick smoke from the pyros and fog machines. He stops at the top of the ramp and raises the double bird as fans boo him loudly.


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CC: JACK MANSON!!!


Manson then heads down the ramp as the lyrics to the song begin to play. He yells at nearby fans as they lean over the guard railing hurling profanities at him.

[align=center]Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
Will you give in to me?
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
Will you give in to me?
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Manson slides into the ring and staggers around the ring flipping everyone in sight off as he makes his way around all the ropes. Jack then raises his arms in the center of the ring and belts out loud growling scream.

[align=center]Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon…..

IN ME!!!!!!
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Explosions burst from all corners of the ring in a domino effect starting from the announce booth side and then cascading up the ramp and from left to right on the stage. As the smoke clears the crowd chant loudly as Manson prepares for the match.


KR: Jack Manson, the former General Manager of Slam!, has never really been liked by the crowd, but he goes into this match as the fan favourite, mainly because of the person who he is facing.

Jack Manson stares at the entrance way waiting for his opponent and every few seconds he looks up to where his contract and his opponent’s contract are hanging.

CC: AND, his opponent, from Bogorodskoye, Russia, weighing in at two hundred seventy-seven pounds!


The arena is consumed in darkness while red strobe lights begin their dance over those in attendance. A spotlight falls directly on the stage, illuminating it in an eerie red glow. Static builds up on the screen and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” plays at the same time, with pyros starting to spray up from around the stage, engulfing it in a shower of gold. A holographic image of Ragin' appears on the stage, it is eerie and disturbing. The drums hit hard and more pyros explode around the arena screen and backdrop as Ragin’ steps out onto the stage replacing the holographic and ghostly form of himself, his head lowered. Natalya steps out beside him, her hands turned to point at him. Ragin' stands perfectly motionless for a few moments before his head shoots up and he stares fixatedly at the ring. He pauses briefly, taking in the atmosphere before he starts taking his slow strides down the ramp, Natalya with him. As they steps toward the ring, the pyro that sprays from the stage follows then down the side of the ramp, in tune with their arrogant walk to the squared circle.


CC: RAGIN’!!!


As Ragin’ reaches the ring his hands reach up and grip the top rope, he pulls himself up onto the apron, sliding his hand through the rope as he paces toward the turnbuckle. Ragin’ climbs atop the turnbuckle and slowly looks out over those in attendance, surveying the audience silently. Natalya is circling the ring, showing off her assets. Eventually, Ragin’ turns toward the ring itself and jumps down, walking slowly around its outskirt as Natalya climbs the steps. Ragin' sits on the botton rope and allows Natalya entrance, he removes his shirt and tosses into into the hoard of fans. The duo stand in the centre of the ring, Ragin's hands held aloft, and Natalya snaking her body seductively over his.


Ragin’ and Jack Manson stare each other down, and mouth off curses and slurs at one another. Joe Johnson stands in between the two men as they are ready to kill each other in this match. Natalya looks on from the outside as Joe Johnson goes to signal for the bell and the fans get up on their feet and cheer.

DV: It’s time, the bell has been rung, and one of these men who are in the ring are going out of this match without a contract.

Both men waste no time before charging in to each other and meeting dead center in a collar and elbow lock up. Jack Manson shoves Ragin’ back a few steps towards the ropes behind him, but then Ragin’ comes back with his strength backing them both to the center of the ring. Manson goes to power Ragin’ back towards the ropes, but Ragin’ feels it coming and lets go of Manson letting him fall forward towards the ropes that were behind Ragin’. He laughs at Manson taunting him as he turns around angered at Ragin’ and interrupts his laugh with a kick to his gut. Jack doesn’t hesitate to continue after Ragin’, hitting a forearm uppercut to his opponent’s face and then a short arm Clothesline to send him to the canvas as the fans cheer.

KR: See what happens when you take your eyes off your opponent for one second?

CM: He was just taunting him.

DV: It still gave Jack Manson the opening to go on offense.

No Clothesline will keep Ragin’ down as he jumps straight up looking to grab Manson only to be sent back down with another short arm Clothesline. Ragin’ hits the canvas and instead of popping straight back up again he looks into the eyes of his opponent, Manson’s only response is a taunt with his hand for Ragin’ to get his ass off the canvas and bring it! Ragin’ smirks as he pops back up this time not allowing Jack to send him back down, instead Ragin’ crashes his fist into the jaw of his opponent and ties him up in a collar and elbow lock up. This time Ragin’ gets the quick advantage powering Jack Manson into the corner. Manson goes to shove Ragin’ off of him only to be knife-edged chop in his chest by the “Master of Rage”. Ragin’ then takes his right arm and wraps it around Jack Manson choking him. Joe Johnson sees this and tells Ragin’ to stop that, but Ragin’ laughs and continues the choke.

KR: Why can’t Ragin’ ever play fairly?

CM: He is playing fairly, from what I hear there really is no way to be disqualified in this match. This isn’t just about a contract, it is about revenge and beatings. Ragin’ is just draining Manson down which is smart.

DV: Joe Johnson is still trying to stop the choke hold though.

Ragin’ is continually not listening to the official, but eventually with a grin on his face he backs away from Manson and Joe Johnson seemingly thanks him until, Ragin’ goes back after Manson with two hands and chokes him around his neck.

KR: Oh come on Ragin’!

CM: Ha, ha, ha, smart move by the three time World Heavyweight Champion!

Joe Johnson again tries to break up the choke, and eventually it is forced to break when out of no where Jack Manson knees Ragin’ in his gut. Manson then takes a few seconds to catch his breath as does Ragin’ as it seems his opponent knocked the air out of him. Then, at seemingly the same time both men look up at one another, but Jack Manson is the first to attack and he shoves Ragin’ back towards the center of the ring and charges forward only to get caught in an collar and elbow lock up. Again both men go back and forth trying to overpower each other, this time it seems Manson wins by powering Ragin’ the ropes behind him and then shoving him forward and out of the lock up into the ropes bouncing him in the other direction. Jack Manson then turns around and watches Ragin’ bounce back quickly off the opposite ropes and he begins to bend down awaiting for Ragin’s return and looking to hit a Back Body Drop to the outside of the ring, but before his opponent gets even half way to Manson, Jack is interrupted by Natalya who grabs at his leg. Manson is forced to kick her off his leg, but by the time he does this, Ragin’ is focused and takes advantage of the situation, hitting a huge Clothesline sending Jack Manson backwards and over the top rope to the outside of the ring rolling away from the apron and making some contact with the Slam! Announcer’s Table.

CM: Jack Manson just spewed over the top rope to the outside and I think we got the best seats in the house now as the action might come over here!

KR: Why does Ragin’ always get his advantages in matches unfairly?

DV: Because he is smart when it comes to that stuff, people think Ragin’ is a stupid man, well, he isn’t.

Ragin’ takes a second to gain a little energy before rolling to the outside and lifting Jack Manson up off the padded concrete floor. Natalya is in camera sight and she is just cheering Ragin’ on as he takes Jack Manson from behind his head and smashes him face first down onto the Announcer’s Table.

DV: You can see Jack Manson’s sweat on the table!

Ragin’s leaves Manson lying on the table as he goes over the where the TNT and Slam! ring announcers are sitting and grabs a chair from under one of the ring crew’s asses. Ragin’ then slides the black coloured chair under the bottom and into the ring. He then grabs Jack around the neck and left arm and hurls him under the bottom rope and into the ring near the chair he just slide into the ring. Ragin’ then exchanges some words with fans before flipping him off and jumping onto the apron and back into the ring over the middle rope. Ragin’ then goes over to Jack Manson ready to attack until…

[align=center]SMACK!!![/align]

KR:
OH MY GOD!

Out of no where Manson grabs the chair with one hand and jolts it up with perfecting timing and location hitting it into the skull of Ragin’, sending him down to the canvas as the fans go nuts.

CM: How did he do that?

Manson is slow to get up, but Ragin’ doesn’t show much motion, as you can now see that in his head is a slight crack that is showing some blood. Manson gets up with the chair and places it in a sitting position in the center of the ring. He then smiles as if he devised the smartest plan ever as he goes towards his opponent. Manson grabs Ragin’ up to his feet from his body and then Irish Whips him off to the nearby ropes.

DV: Is he doing what I think he is doing!?

As Ragin’ comes closer to Manson, Jack leans forward towards Ragin’ and goes for a Drop Toe Hold, and then BAM! With perfect timing Manson Drop Toe Holds Ragin’ into the seat back of the chair ala Raven as Ragin’s forehead busts open some more as the blood drips down onto the chair and Ragin’ seems out cold lying on the chair.

KR: Ragin’ must be in a world of pain right now as the blood is now oozing out of his head!

Manson smiles debating what to do next until he looks up and sees both he and Ragin’s contract hanging above the ring and then he remembers why he is in this match, and that is the kill Ragin’s contract. Jack Manson then slides out of the ring near the announcer’s table again and Natalya seems to get in his way, only for Manson to shove her to the side and go under the ring apron. After a few seconds, Jack comes out with what everyone knew he would, a black ladder with the silver coloured steps. Jack smiles as he turns around to see Ragin’ slowly stirring around on the chair he was drop toe holed onto. Jack Manson sees this and slides himself and the ladder back into the ring under the bottom rope. He then picks up the ladder by two of the steps and holds it out as if he is going to slam it into someone. At this time Ragin’ is now up as the fans can now truly see the blood covering his forehead and the some that dripped down to his face and cheeks. Ragin’ still doesn’t know Jack is behind him and ready to attack as Ragin’ just tries to refocus and get out of his dazed state.

CM: Watch out Ragin’, he is behind you!

KR: Ragin’ is in for a world of pain if he doesn’t realize that quick.

Suddenly Ragin’ turns around and Manson seems done with waiting and charges forward with the top of the ladder facing front. Ragin’ looks to be doomed until somehow he dodges out of the way of Manson’s path and let’s his opponent go straight forward and into the ropes he was facing, this gives Ragin’ the opening as he runs behind Manson before he has a chance to turn around, and Ragin’ kicks him in the back of the leg making Manson drop the ladder to his side and fall to one knee. Ragin’ then does a basic kick to the back of Manson’s head which is heard and sounds pretty stiff as Jack Manson falls forward and onto the canvas.

CM: There you go Ragin’!

KR: How did he know Manson was behind him?

DV: Good instincts I guess, as I’ve said he is pretty damn smart when it comes to wrestling things.

Ragin’ then drags Manson towards the nearby corner and places him diagonally near the turnbuckles facing up. Ragin’ then smirks as his idea that he just thought of is coming to life as he takes the ladder lying in the ring and places it on top of Manson’s body. Ragin’ then goes over the middle ropes and walks across the apron and then climbs on up the turnbuckle that Manson has the ladder on top of himself right near it. Ragin’ then climbs to the top turnbuckle and stands up as he taunts the crowd once before…

CM: YES!

KR: OH MY!

Ragin’ jumps off the turnbuckle as if diving straight off a diving board doing a “pencil” (for those who don’t know, that is when you lock your body completely straight and still as you jump off into the pool looking like a perfectly straight pencil). Ragin’s two feet connects with the top of the ladder as if stomping down with full force as he drives the ladder into Manson’s entire body. Ragin’ falls forward towards the center of the ring and then sits up and looks back up as he sees Manson with the ladder still somewhat on his body, rolling around in pain after that brutal move.

DV: Jack Manson is in pain and is showing it.

KR: And Ragin’ is enjoying it!

Ragin’ then looks up as he gets up off the canvas and is reminded of the contracts hanging up the ring. Ragin’ then grabs the ladder off of Jack Manson’s body as he lies there still motionless. Ragin’ then opens up the ladder and sets it up in the center of the ring right below the contracts. Ragin’ makes sure the ladder is sturdy before climbing up it and to the top. He stops at the second to last step realizing he can still grab the contract from there. He reaches up to grab the contract and gets his hand on…

[align=center]BAM!!![/align]

DV:
HOLY SHIT!

Jack Manson out of nowhere jumps up and with all his power flies forward into the side of the ladder sending Ragin’ off of the ladder and as the ladder drops to the canvas of the ring, Ragin’s feet nick the top rope which causes him to flip and Ragin’s back connect with the padded concrete as he rolls over until he stops by the steel barred barricade. Manson is on the canvas of the ring slowly getting up as now Ragin’ is motionless outside the ring as the fans chant…

[align=center]HOLY SHIT!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!

HOLY SHIT!!![/align]

KR:
Holy shit is right, Ragin’ didn’t just fall about twenty-five feet from the ladder and land in the ring, he nicked the top rope and flip to his back connected with that concrete floor!

CM: Ouch… just ouch.

Jack Manson is very slow to get up as the fans continue to stand on their feet and cheer. Ragin’ is still out cold facing body up lying against the barricade as Jack Manson finally makes it to his feet and refocuses on the match-up. He sees Ragin’ lying outside the ring and a look comes over his face as he goes for the ladder lying on the canvas of the ring and picks it up and begins setting it up near the ropes that Ragin’ flipped over just about a minute ago. Jack sets up the ladder so that one side of the steps are facing the ropes and the other are facing the center of the ring. Jack begins climbing the set of steps facing the center of the ring with himself facing Ragin’ to the outside.

DV: Jack Manson has some other idea here, obviously he doesn’t plan to go for Ragin’s contract right now!

The crowd is getting pumped up as Jack steps up to the very top step where both sides of the ladder meet and become one. Jack points to Ragin’ still lying on the ground and then points to the fans as they respond with a huge pop.

KR: Oh my god, he isn’t going to do what I think he might do!

DV: Jack is a crazy S.O.B., and in big matches, he is notorious to pull off the big moves!

CM: Watch out Ragin’!

Jack Manson carefully turns himself around to face the inside of the ring and then releases! He flips himself backwards, and like an eagle soaring thrOUGH the sky he flies down towards Ragin’ and at the perfect time Jack Manson connects his body with Ragin’s body hitting a perfect Moonsault from the ladder!

KR: MOONSAULT, MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!

Though, at the same time, Jack Manson had to hurt himself as he kind of banged into the barricade and is slow to get up once again, but Ragin’ seems out cold now. It takes Jack Manson about another fifteen to twenty seconds to stand up to his feet and catch his breath back. When he is finally focused again he smirks as he picks up Ragin’ to his feet and Irish Whips him towards the announcer’s table area and the “Master of Rage” connects with the barricade into his ribs and falls back down to the canvas lying against the barricade. Jack Manson throws in a little taunt at Ragin’ as he picks him up to his feet again and takes a few steps back and realizes he is now standing directly in front of the steel steps leading into the ring.

KR: Ragin’s blood is covering his face, if Manson does what I think he will do here, Ragin’s head will be taking even more damage!

Jack Manson looks ready to hit a DDT on Ragin’ right on top of the steel steps. He leans back but… NO! Somehow, Ragin’ manages to push off with both of his hands sending his opponent backwards and sitting down on top of the steel steps. Jack Manson then looks up surprised and unready as Ragin’s right foot comes flying forward connecting with the front of Jack’s face and smashing the back of it into the steel ring post cracking it open a little!

CM: Ragin’ just cracked Jack Manson’s skull open!

DV: What a counter by Ragin’.

Ragin’ wipes some of the blood and sweat dripping down his face as he lifts up Jack Manson and without hesitation, he Bodyslams his opponent on top of the steel steps. Manson begins to hold his back in pain as some blood drips down the back of his head. Ragin’ then comes over to him and lifts him up once again, this time from behind. Ragin’ moves him away from the ring steps, but stays in the middle of the ring and the announcer’s table. Ragin’ lifts him up from behind as if going for a Vertical Suplex, Ragin’ then quickly brings Jack Manson down and drives his back into his knee!

CM: Backbreaker Suplex!

DV: First a Bodyslam into the ring steps, now the Backbreaker Suplex, Jack Manson must be in a world of pain.

KR: And the fans aren’t liking it.

Ragin’ is taunting the fans as they respond with boos and jeers. Ragin’ then takes Jack Manson and throws him to the side and with his head lying up against the steel barricade. Ragin’ then goes under the ring and within a few seconds brings out a steel chair. Ragin’ slaps his hand against the chair with a smirk on his face as he places the steel chair on top of Jack Manson’s face.

KR: Oh no… no!

Ragin’ smirks once more to the fans as he takes a bunch of steps back and then with full force charges forward and when reaching his opponent, Ragin’ hits a Dropkick into the chair! And like a chain reaction, the chair bashes into Jack Manson’s face which causes the back of Jack’s head to crack into the steel barricade. The steel chair falls to the ground next to Jack as the front of his face is now busted open, and the back of his head is cracked open more and blood oozes out of that crack too.

CM: Jack Manson has to be done for on that move alone.

DV: No doubt, he is lucky not to have brain damage on that last move!

Ragin’ is happy and satisfied with what he has done to Jack Manson on that last move and he leaves Jack lying against the barricade as he goes under the ring once more this time pulling out a table and sliding it into the ring. He goes under the ring once more and pulls out a second table, sliding that into the ring too, and then, Ragin’ gets up and goes back over to his still knocked out opponent, Jack Manson. Ragin’ drags Jack up to his feet and then rolls him back into the ring and at the same time exchanges some vulgar words with a fan and looks over to Natalya who is cheering him on before he rolls into the ring.

KR: I wonder what Ragin’ has planned with two tables now in the ring.

Ragin’ goes over to one of the tables and sets it up a little to the right of the center of the ring. Ragin’ then picks up Jack Manson and slides him on top of the set-up table. Ragin’ then follows by stepping up on top of the table. Ragin’ then picks up Jack Manson and lifts him up setting him up in a Powerbomb position.

CM: He’s going to Powerbomb him through the table!

Ragin’ cocks him up and is ready to send him down, until out of nowhere, Jack manages to throw some wild punches that connect with his opponent’s already busted open face. The punches causes Ragin’ to stop going through with the Powerbomb as with one last big punch, Ragin’ topples over to one side as Jack Manson falls over to the opposite side, but there is no harm done to the table as both men lie down on the canvas of the ring with a table between them. Slowly, but surely, both men begin to get up off the canvas and they are both simultaneously up to their feet after another ten seconds. They then both gain back some energy before looking up and noticing each other on the other side of the table. They both then move in and lock up in a collar and elbow grapple with their arms reaching over the table.

KR: Both men are on opposite sides of the table.

DV: Who will gain the advantage and the chance to send their opponent through a table!?

Suddenly out of nowhere, Jack Manson releases the grapple which sends Ragin’ powering forward unwillingly, as Jack comes back grabbing his right arm around his opponent’s neck and suddenly swinging it around hitting a Swinging Neckbreaker through the table!

KR: Jack Manson hit a Swinging Neckbreaker through the table!

CM: God dammit!

Jack Manson gets pumped up by the crowd as he goes over to the ladder lying in the ring still, and begins to set it up in the center of the ring again with one side of the steps facing the carnage of the table and Ragin’, and the other side facing the announcer’s table and Jack begins to climb up the side facing the announcer’s table. Jack reaches the top and could clearly grab Ragin’s contract and end this match, but instead Jack wants to further destroy his hated enemy.

KR: What the hell, Jack Manson could end this all!

CM: Stupid Jack Manson!

DV: Wait, what is Jack going to do here?

Jack takes a step up to the top step where both steps connect and looks down at his opponent still motionless lying on and next to the carnage of the broken table. Jack then smiles and points to Ragin’ as he jump off the ladder! JACK MANSON THEN BRINGS BOTH LEGS UP AND LOOKS LIKE HE IS GOING FOR A LEGDROP, UNTIL SUDDENLY…

KR: NO!

…RAGIN’ ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND JACK MANSON COMES CRASHING DOWN HITTING A LEGDROP WITH THE CANVAS OF THE RING AND THE DEBRIS OF THE DESTROYED TABLE!

DV: Jack Manson takes risks in these matches, but this one might come to bite him in the ass.

CM: Literally, ha, ha, ha!

Jack Manson is now rolling around in pain holding his legs and his ass, as Ragin’ is slowly getting up. Now noticeable are a few blood stains from where Ragin’ and Jack Manson have hit the canvas of the ring. Ragin’ takes another ten seconds to get up and when he does he leans against the nearby ropes that are facing the entrance way as he catches some breath and gains some energy back. Ragin’ then goes back over to Jack Manson noticing what probably just happened and picks him up from the canvas. Ragin’ then takes him and Irish Whips him into the ropes he was just leaning up against and when Manson bounces back, Ragin’ hits a Back Body Drop sending him backwards and crashing into the ladder sending the ladder to the canvas as Jack crashes back down into the canvas. Ragin’ then raises his hands in the air taunting Jack and the crowd to draw some jeers.

CM: Ragin’ in control of this match and also shows he has extra time to taunt his opponent, I like that.

KR: Well, I don’t.

Ragin’ then goes back over to Jack Manson who is rolling around in some pain and powers him up towards the ladder on the canvas near them. Ragin’ then lifts up Manson and crashes him back down slamming his stomach on the ladder as Ragin’ lets go of the Pancake on his opponent. Manson rolls around on the ladder in some pain as Ragin’ then jumps down on top of Manson and begins throwing punches on him on top of the ladder.

CM: All out time Ragin’!

Ragin’ is going all out throwing a right then a left, then right, then left, right, left, right, left, each time connecting with Jack Manson’s face. The crowd are on their feet jeering and booing as Ragin’ connects with some more punches as Natalya cheers him on and Joe Johnson seems like he wants to do something, but can’t, as it is all legal. Ragin’ continues punching on the seemingly helpless Jack Manson, until suddenly Jack swings back with a right, and then a left. As Ragin’ backs off a little only to come back with a huge right hand, that is somehow dodged by Jack Manson and Ragin’s hand smashes into the ladder. Ragin’ then backs off some more as Manson gets up to his feet hitting Ragin’ with right after left after right after left! Suddenly, Ragin’ comes back with a right, and then his own left.

KR: A fist fight has just began!

CM: Go Ragin’, kick his ass!

DV: This is just what I expected out of these two. I knew from the start this would be a slobber knocker, and it is just that!

In the ring Ragin’ and Jack Manson begin to go into a boxer type stance as they continue to throw punches at each other as if this was a street fight.

[align=center]RIGHT BY RAGIN’,

RIGHT BY JACK MANSON!

LEFT BY RAGIN’,

LEFT BY JACK MANSON!

JACK MANSON DODGES A PUNCH,

RAGIN’ DODGES A PUNCH![/align]


The crowd is going crazy as it continues as these two guys continue to open each other’s heads up with blood and continue to tire each other down. The fist fight continues excitedly for another minute as they both continue to exchange lefts, rights, blocks, and dodges. Until finally after another ten seconds, Ragin’ hits a huge punch to Jack Manson’s chin that sends Manson down to the canvas. Ragin’ then looks to take advantage but he then just collapses to the canvas as both men lie next to each other completely motionless as the fans are on their feet cheering like maniacs as Joe Johnson goes to check if both men are alright. Normally Joe would count, but not in this stipulation, a winner must be crowned, and someone must go home contractless.

DV: What a punching battle we just witness.

KR: Yeah, definitely a vicious fist fight, and as evidence you can see both men are more bloody then before and are both motionless now, lying in the ring being checked on by our official Joe Johnson.

CM: Ragin’ knocked Jack Manson out first though.

KR: It doesn’t matter Chip, both men are out cold now, that’s all that matters!

Both men are now slowly getting back up as Joe Johnson backs away from them and Natalya continues to bang her fists on the ring apron and cheer on Ragin’. After a few more seconds, both men are up and take a few more seconds to gain back some final ounces of energy. Both men then look up at each other and grin before exchanging some words for a few seconds. Then, simultaneously, they charge at each other and lock up in a collar and elbow grapple. Jack Manson seems to get the advantage at first powering Ragin’ towards the nearby corner, until Ragin’ out of nowhere manages to twist Manson all the way around and backs him into that corner. Jack Manson seems trapped and tries to escape until Ragin’ knees Jack in the gut to stop him and it makes Jack double over.

CM: Kick his ass Ragin’!

KR: Calm down Chip.

CM: No, Kurt, no.

Ragin’ then picks Jack Manson up and begins to climb up to the second rope. Ragin’ gives a taunt to the crowd before setting up his opponent up for a move by placing his knee behind Jack’s head and then jumps off the second rope leaning forward and driving his knee into the back of his opponent’s head similar to a Fame Asser, smashing Jack Manson just barely missing the connection with the ladder.

CM: FACE WRECKER!

DV: OH DAMN!

Ragin’ then jumps up all pumped up as the crowd in Madison Square Garden jeers and he smirks at them. Ragin’ then goes back over to Jack Manson and lifts him up back to his feet, before Irish Whipping him and waiting for him to come back before Ragin’ hits a Scoop Suplex and slams Jack Manson’s back into the lying down ladder as a loud smack is heard as they connect. Ragin’ then goes back over to Jack Manson and begins to stomp on his body. Ragin’ laughs as the crowd jeer and then Ragin’ seems to get another idea and he stops stomping on his opponent’s body. Ragin’ rolls Jack Manson off of the ladder and then takes the ladder and opens it up with on side of steps lying on the canvas and the other up in the air. Ragin’ then drags Jack Manson over to the ladder and puts Jack Manson’s head into the ladder. Ragin’ places his opponent’s neck directly where the ladder’s hinges are so that the ladder would close on Jack’s neck. Ragin’ the smiles as he charges towards the opposite ropes of where the ladder is.

KR: No Ragin’, no!

CM: YES, YES!

DV: This is going to hurt, badly.

As Ragin’ comes close to the ladder, he jumps up into the air and hits a Leg Drop on top of the top part of the ladder, closing the ladder on Jack Manson’s neck and causes the hinges to crush Manson’s neck, as Jack begins to spit out blood and Ragin’ gets up satisfied at what he just did, as Natalya claps her hands in the air and the crowd boo their asses off.

KR: Oh my god! Jack Manson is spitting out blood and his head is completely crushed between the ladder! There seems to be no way Jack Manson can win this match or even move after that Leg Drop on top of the ladder.

CM: Ragin’ not only will be satisfied with killing Jack’s contract, but he will be satisfied with saying to everyone that he ended Jack’s career by crushing his head between two parts of a ladder!

Ragin’ tosses Jack Manson out from between the ladder and begins to set-up the ladder in the center of the ring as the crowd boo and Jack Manson is still motionless. Ragin’ then gets some other ideas before going straight for the contracts and he goes over to the corner of the ring where the second table that Ragin’ threw into the ring earlier is stilling lying. Ragin’ grabs the table and begins setting it up on the left side of the ladder and the opposite side of where Jack Manson is still lying out cold and spitting out some blood. Ragin’ then takes Jack Manson from the other side of the ladder and rolls him on top of the table before going back to the other side of the ladder and beginning to climb up the ladder near the contracts.

DV: Is he going to jump from the ladder!?

CM: No it looks like he plans to grab Jack’s contract and then shove it in his face by jumping down from the ladder and smashing him through the table to further damage him and win this match!

KR: No way!

The fans are jeering like crazy as is seems Chip is right for once as Ragin’ signals to the fans what he plans to do. Ragin’ begins to grab the contract and the first time loses some balance so he lets go of the contract hanging above the ring to assure that he has balance on the ladder and as he does this from on top of the table, Jack Manson stirs up and sees what is going on as he looks up and then from the table jumps up on to the highest step he can jump to on the ladder from the table and begins to climb to the top step and stops as the third to last step where Ragin’ stopped to on the other side and as Ragin’ regains balance he is startled as he sees his opponent a bloody mess, up on the ladder with him as the fans jeers turn to cheers and they get up on their feet as this could lead to a huge move!

KR: Jack Manson is up on the ladder with Ragin’!

CM: NO!

Ragin’ and Jack Manson start to throw rights and lefts at each other again on top of the ladder with each punch a potential to throw the other off the ladder, the fans are going insane. Natalya is stunned at what Jack did seconds ago, as Jack and Ragin’ continue to exchange punches! SUDDENLY, JACK MANSON REACHES HIS RIGHT ARM FORWARD AND WRAPS IT AROUND THE NECK OF RAGIN’, JACK THEN GRABS RAGIN’ AND LIFTS HIM UP AS HE PULLS HIM BACKWARDS AND GOES FOR A SUPLEX, BUT, IN PERFECT TIMING, JACK MANSON RELEASES RAGIN’ FROM HIS GRASP SENDING RAGIN’ FLIPPING OVER THE TOP OF THE LADDER AND DOWN BEHIND MANSON INTO THE TABLE IN A RELEASING SUPERPLEX STYLE!

KR: HOLY GOD!

CM: NO!

The fans are going insane as Ragin’ smashes into the table that he set up minutes ago and layed Manson on! Jack Manson holds onto the top of the ladder to assure he isn’t going to fall as he takes one quick final look at his enemy who is out cold and bloody with debris of table all around him before going for the contract and finally pulling it off the hook with might, leaving his own contract hanging above the ring and slowly sliding down the top of the ladder with a great smile on his face as the fans explode into cheers as Joe Johnson signals for the bell!

CC: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, JACK MANSON!!!

CM: NO… NO… NO!!!

KR: YES! Jack Manson has done it, he is now in control of Ragin’s contract and all he has left to do is officially kill it!

Jack Manson jumps up to the nearest turnbuckle with excitement on his face as Ragin’ slowly stirs around on the canvas of the ring and Jack Manson rises his right hand in the air, the same hand holding Ragin’s contract as the crowd go insane!

Manson’s hand is raised in victory, with the man who was a former General Manager of Slam barely able to register what has happened. The fans give a mixed response of cheering and booing for the outcome while Natalya slips into the ring to attend to the downed Ragin’.

KR: “We knew that one of Slam’s greats would be leaving for good tonight, and it will be Ragin’. His future lies in the hands of Jack Manson, and I dread to think what Jack will have Ragin’ doing.”

CM: “This is unbelievable! I’m stunned.. no more Ragin’? I may as well quit!”

KR: “Would you?”

Manson has already climbed from the ring and made his way, half walking, half stumbling up the ramp. His fist punches the air before his hands go to his head in relief, turning around one last time to shout his victory in Ragin’s direction.

With Manson disappearing to the back Ragin’ pushes himself to his knees and stares at Natalya, wide-eyed in disbelief. His hands cover his face, his body slumping. Natalya wraps an arm over his shoulder in her most comforting manner but it has little effect.

The referee has a few words with the Russians but Ragin’ simply ignores him, remaining on his knees in the centre of the ring. He stares all around him at the fans, some jeering and laughing, others showing some grudging respect. Eventually he manages to lift himself to his feet and move toward the ring ropes. Ragin’ rolls from the ring, followed by a hurried Natalya and begins to tredge slowly up the ramp, head bowed.

KR: “I’ve never seen Ragin’ like this, folks. The arrogance, the air of superiority, it’s all been taken from him by Jack Manson tonight.”

CM: “And this is just the start of the humiliation! Ragin’s career is effectively over, and his legacy is tainted.”

Even despite it all a significant portion of the crowd get to their feet and begin some applause with the realisation that a dynasty has ended. A few hands reach out and slap the former three-time world champion on the back as he continues his long, dejected walk.

Before Ragin’ steps behind the curtain perhaps for the final time for these fans he turns and raises his own hands in the air, clapping them together and returning, perhaps surprisingly, the respectful gesture of some. With that Ragin’ and Natalya are gone.

KR: “Well I’ll be damned, in all the times we’ve seen that man it took his final moments before he showed any class.”

Inside the World Champion's locker room Matt Impact is stretching in preparation for his title defense against Sean Madrox to come. There is a knock at the door and Slam! Commissioner Richard Markone enters.

Impact: What do you want?

Markone: Good evening Matt, I just wanted to check that my Champion doesn't have any niggling injuries or anything like that?

Impact frowns.

Impact: I'm fine, now piss off!

Markone: Now come on Matt, I'm just trying to show concern for...

IMPACT DROPS MARKONE WITH A HARD PUNCH TO THE FACE!!!!

Impact: Now, get out!

Impact drags a dazed Markone onto his knees and tosses him of the locker room! Impact slams the door shut and goes back to his stretching.

KR: What just happened????

DV: He just nailed Markone!

CM: A right hand that just dropped Markone like a bad habit!
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JH: And now ladies and gentleman, it's time for a tag team contest that is so deeply personal.

TM: You bet! Deeply personal for Kennedy and Nadia. Why are they having to waste their time on such a match?

JH: I was more referring to the betrayal on Dante Coles and the forcing of Kailey Lane to sign her life away to Madison Lee.

TM: Oh. Well, I wouldn't mind signing my life away to Madison Lee.

JH: Let us take you back, and show you how this tag team match-up came about.

The video package begins with the image of Dante Coles a bloody mess. EMTs are running around, trying to tend to the many injuries he's sustained from whatever it is that's happened. They try to stand him up but he refuses the help. Finally getting to his feet, Dante's eyes clearly have that far off look in them as he struggles to keep his balance. In his daze he mumbles…

[align=center]“Re-re- red…”[/align]

Kennedy pushes her way into the scene, a worrisome expression covering her face as the EMTs try to keep her back.

Kennedy: What happened?

Placing her hand on his chest, she looks into his blank eyes, so dark and dead looking, void of anything but coldness.

[align=center]“N…”[/align]

Kennedy pulls her hand away from Dante, creating a trail in the light smattering of blood on his chest and…something else, something red and slightly tacky, but not blood.

EMT 2: We gotta get him out of here.

As the EMTs begin to load Dante out of the corridor, leaving Kennedy standing alone in their wake, a light chuckle catches her attention. She'd know it anywhere. Dark clouds roll in over her green eyes as she slowly turns.

Her bestest pal in the whole world, Nadia, is a couple feet away, leaned against the wall and watching the entire scene play out. She's decked out in her normal casual attire of a slutty dress that's probably illegal in about 48 states. However, she has an odd choice of color this week, opting for red. Ironic or convenient? Applying a fresh coat of lipstick… blood red is her choice of color… Nadia's evil smirk digs under Kennedy's skin more and more.


Kennedy: What did you do to him?

Nadia: Oh, Princess… it's not what I did to him that you need to worry about. Let's just say… whereas your friends abandon you… Well, I’ll just say my friendships are… immortal.

The scene cuts to the following week. Dante and Kennedy are stood in the ring, both their rage boiling over as they watch Nadia stroll towards the ring.

JH: Now, it's finally time. Nadia's accomplice from last week will be revealed.

Indeed Nadia is simply remaining on the walkway, refusing to make her ring entrance. Dante growls for the movie star to bring it but Nadia waves her finger in the international symbol for "no no". Dante's had enough and makes his move for Nadia, but Kennedy grabs his arm to hold him back. She spins him around…

CRACK!!!!

JH: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?

Dante crashes to the canvas, dazed and confused as blood begins to seep from the wound on his forehead. Through a haze, he stares up at Kennedy standing over him, a smirk plastered on her face.

Dante slowly begins to stir, sitting up… ONLY TO HAVE NADIA DRIVE A FOOT INTO HIS FACE!!! Dante doesn't get a moment to rest as both women drag the Icon to his feet, they put in a double front facelock before they gazing out among the crowd that know damn well's a good time to boo. The ladies both raise their outside arms to the air before DROPPING DANTE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DOUBLE DDT!!!

JH: Dammit! What is this?! A damn handicap match?!

TM: Looks like!

Next, Kennedy is seated on the top rope, arm wrapped around Dante's throat as she lifts him off the ground, choking the life out of him! She releases, booting him in the back of the head! Dante turns around just as Kennedy flies off the ropes TWISTING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A FLYING TORANDO DDT!!!

JH: That's real sportsmanlike! Choke him and then boot him in the back of the head?!

Nadia locks Dante up in a front facelock and DOWNS HIM WITH A DDT-- NO!! Dante springs to lift, twists out of the hold, wrenching Nadia's arm and BOOTING HER IN THE STOMACH! Dante quickly locks Nadia up and DOWNS HER WITH A DDT!!!!

JH: THE DDT FROM DANTE!!!

DANTE NIPS UP TO HIS FEET, STUNNING EVERYONE!!! Eyes wide, Kennedy backs up to the ropes! Dante extends his hand, asking Kennedy to bring it. And she wants to bring none of it, exiting out to the apron, much to Tony Clarke's delight.

Dante waves off Kennedy's cowardice and turns his attention back INTO A LOW BLOW FROM NADIA!!! The crowd groan in disappointment, as Dante's mouth drops open, likely letting out a higher octave than normal. Nadia tags in Kennedy! Kennedy wastes no time in rushing into the ring. She hurries over to Dante, leaping into the air and CRASHING HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A GUILLOTINE FACE DRIVER!!!

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
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JH: Dante tried so hard. But the odds were stacked against him too much!

Nadia has made her way into the ring. The two women stare one another down, standing no more than two feet from one another as TC checks on Dante, who's wound may be open even more after the Clincher. Nadia reaches forward, grabbing Kennedy's hand and raising it into the air!

JH: Ugh! I don't believe it! I just don't believe it! Kennedy and Nadia!

TM: Nadia and Kennedy, Jonathan! My dreams came true!

Cut to the following week, Kennedy and Nadia are stood in the ring, basking in the hatred from the TNT fans.


Kennedy: For two and a half years, I have been your faithful little convenience! I'm talking about your FICKLE natures! How long after I became the Dual Crown Champion did you idiots decide…

"You know, that bogan Fozzy sure is funny. Let's cheer this idiot in hopes he gets those titles back!"

What was that white-haired freak's name? Bea Arthur? You know, he didn't last long. Just long enough for you sheep to latch onto him and forget about me!

And now you've got two new favorites to adore and buy t-shirts of. Your beloved psychotic Swytch. The homicidal maniac!

The so-called "Hardcore Icon". He's NOTHING but my little lap dog. Dante did what I wanted, when I wanted, and that's all there is to it. So now, I'm telling the little pup to do one more thing for me… Roll over AND DIE!!!


Chris Maclay lays out Dante with a Spin Cycle before giving chase to Swytch, who has just stolen his Spirit of Honor Championship. Dante slowly comes to just as Nadia and Kennedy make their way out through the curtain. Both ladies make their way into the ring, staring down at the barely conscious Dante. The blood pouring from his forehead likely not doing his fight for consciousness much good. Nadia rears back and BLASTS DANTE IN THE FACE WITH HER BOOT!!!

Kennedy holds Dante's arms behind his back as Nadia slaps away at his face, kicks away at his stomach and chops away at his chest!

JH: I tell you, these two are bitches!

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

Dante comes back to life, backing Kennedy into the turnbuckle SQUASHING HER! And then DOWNING NADIA WITH A SPINEBUSTER! Dante stares down at his assailant, nostrils flaring as his eyes burn down into her. Feeling a hand pull him around, Dante raises his fist and COMES FACE TO FACE WITH KENNEDY! The crowd explode for the right hand to Kennedy… but it doesn't come! Dante hesitates as he stares back at Kennedy, her hands up in surrender!

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

Out of nowhere, Nadia nails Dante between the legs with a low blow, doubling the Hardcore Icon over. As Dante takes in the sweet, sweet pain, Kennedy BLASTS HIM WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!

JH: Dammit! A low blow from Nadia and now the JFK from Kennedy! I thought Dante had it there. But how long can you go when it's two-on-one.

Together, they lay the boots to Dante, kicking him in the back, ribs, even head! Behind Nadia's back, someone jumps the barricade and slips into the ring!

TM: JONATHAN!!

JH: No! It can't be!

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

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

Kennedy gives Dante one more SLAP to the face before climbing back to her feet and-- TURNING RIGHT INTO KAILEY!!! The crowd go complete silent as the two women are eye to eye. Kailey's eyes narrowed and determined as they burn into Kennedy. Kennedy stares in awe at the woman before her.

Neither woman does anything, just staring eye to eye with one another. Finally Kennedy takes a step back… then another… Kailey keeps her ground, eyes locked on her "friend". The crowd boo as Kennedy drops to the mat and rolls from the ring!

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

JH: Is Kailey back or…

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

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

Cut to a new scene once more. This one takes place within Kennedy's locker room, where Ms. Kailey Lane has made herself at home.

Kailey: What happened, Ken? Did Nadia break you? Did Ragin' hit some nerve? Please, just be honest with me? Tell me?


Kennedy: Did it EVER occur to you that just maybe I'm tired of being abandoned? Chris, Sam, the fans... you. If you want to get technical about all this. I didn't turn on you, until loooong after you turned your back on me. So I don't appreciate this holier than thou attitude I'm getting off you.

Kailey: I know you don't want me here, but I don't have a choice. Even if it makes me your enemy, I won't stop trying.

Cut once more to a discussion in the hallway between Kennedy and GM Madison Lee.


Kennedy: Madison. I am well aware this partnership thing is just as new for you as it is for me. So I'll forgive you for not informing me ahead of time of your meeting with Kailey Lane.

Madison: Meeting with Kailey Lane? What the hell are you talking about?

Kennedy: I'm talking about Kailey Lane waiting for me in my locker room earlier tonight, informing me that she had a meeting with you.

Madison: I haven't seen Kailey Lane since last week. And she hasn't returned any of my calls since then. That's fine. I'm gonna give Kailey Lane one more call. And if she doesn't return it, then I'll be giving someone else a call. That someone being the police. Next week, Kailey Lane will be here, live on Tuesday Night Throwdown! And if she isn't, it's because she'll be in jail!

Another scene cut takes us to Nadia's Red Carpet Treatment. Madison is stood center stage as Kennedy and Nadia are seated in the background.

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.

So without any further ado… no music… no light show… no fanfare… KAILEY! LANE!


JH: Kailey's here?! I can't believe it!

Kailey steps through the curtain, eyes locked on the three women in the ring. Once inside the ring, Madison continues.


Madison: We're here to discuss you. And your inane disregard for the law. You're developing quite the rap sheet, Miss Lane. I mean, trespassing… assault… harassment.

Kailey: Hold it right there. Harassment? Who did I harass?

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.


Madison: So, basically, Miss Lane, we have enough here to end you. That is… unless you want to make this all go away? Here I have an official Full Intensity Wrestling contract for Tuesday Night Throwdown. All you have to do, to remain a free woman… is sign…

JH: What a laugh! Kailey either goes to jail, or she's under Madison's iron fist.

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.


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!

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!

Kennedy and Nadia continue to lay the boots to Kailey. Dante Coles comes barreling toward the ring, steel chair in hand. Without skipping a beat, Dante hurdles over the ropes and lands in the ring. 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.

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.

The final scene cut takes us to October 4, 2005... Dante Coles vs. Kennedy! With Kennedy and Nadia laying in a heap at ringside, 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!!

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!

Cut to Dante back in the ring, HE SPEARS Kennedy to the canvas and the 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!

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! Before pulling Kennedy up and SLAMMING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A POWERBOMB!!!

JH: Dante with a Fall From Grace to Kennedy! You know it has to feel good to do that!

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!

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! 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!

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!!!!!

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TWO!!


THREE!!!
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Nadia backs off Kailey on the walkway, hands raised in the air. Kailey keeps her fists up, ready to go if Nadia so chooses. 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!

With Kennedy holding Kailey's arms behind her back, Nadia talks some trash before SLAPPING Kailey across the face! 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.


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 blue 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. Nadia Kassle and Kennedy step out onto the stage to a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd. The ladies pause on the stage, staring out among the crowd before turning their attention back towards the curtain. On cue, General Manager Madison Lee steps out onto center stage, glancing at each lady before commanding them towards the ring.

MA: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time-limit! Introducing first, being accompany by the general manager of Tuesday Night Throwdown, they are NAAADDDIIIAAA KAAASSSLLLE and KEEENNNNEEEDDYYY!!!

JH: Looks like our general manager is deciding to show her support for Kennedy and Nadia.

TM: How great does Miss Lee look tonight?! Not to mention Kennedy and Nadia. I love the chaps on Nadia and… what would you call those on Kennedy?

JH: Torrie pants. That's what I'd call them.

TM: Ah. I like!

All three ladies ascend towards the ring, blocking out the fans on either side that have their opinions to voice. Kennedy and Nadia both sit in the middle rope, allowing Madison to enter the ring with ease. Nadia motions for Kennedy to follow after, which she does. Nadia then places her hands on the top rope and turns, facing out with her back to the ring. She looks each way through the crowd and flips back, over the ropes to land, gracefully in the ring. Kennedy and Nadia scale either turnbuckle, Madison in the center to show them off to the millions.

JH: Kennedy and Nadia aren't shy for the fans' admiration, folks. Let's get that straight. Fans support, they don't want. But their admiration, they'll gladly take.

TM: It should gladly be given!

MA: And the opponents…

"Defy You" begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring. Showing a more serious side, Kailey remains concentrated, only occasionally acknowledging the crowd. When she reaches the ring, hesitates as she eyes the three women stood in the ring. The three women that have made the past month of her life hell. She slides in between the middle and top ropes keeping to her corner as Nadia tries to start something early, only to be held back by the referee. She decides in exchange for a fight, to show her chaps off to the woman who used to wear something similar.

MA: Introducing first, in the ring from Nashville, Tennessee… she is KAAAIIILLLLEEEYYYY LAAAANNNNE!!!!

JH: Kailey Lane, showing no fear climbing straight into the ring with her two adversaries ready and waiting.

TM: True. I'll give her credit for not being scared of getting her ass kicked. Which is so gonna happen.

JH: I dunno, Thomas. I have a feeling Dante and Kailey might finally get their revenge here tonight.

TM: You're always seeing the glass half full, aren't you? Dante and Kailey's glass is half empty, just deal with it!

The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a frenzy. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage.

MA: And her tag team partner! From Los Angeles, Calfornia, he weighs in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds… DAAAANNNNTTTAAAAAYYY COOOOLLLEEESSSS!

JH: Now Dante is NOT happy. As if Kennedy turning on him about six weeks ago wasn't bad enough. She and Nadia beat him down at every opportunity, including last week on Throwdown, in a singles match between Dante and Kennedy.

TM: Six weeks ago? Has it been that long? Geez. Build a bridge and get over it, Dante.

JH: Oh yeah, just get over it. That's great advice, Thomas! You can't get over something when that something won't stay out of your face. Kennedy has been tormenting Dante at every turn. Whether it be in physical handicap attacks, or by spreading malicious lies.

TM: I know hundreds of men that wouldn't mind her spreading lies about them and her. I'm one of them!

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. Moving across the ring, he halts directly in front of the trio of ladies. RK stands between the opposing members, ready to restrain someone if he has to… but Dante just stares them down before moving to the next opposite turnbuckle, once again throwing his arm into the air. He then drops back down moving towards his corner, pacing back and forth.

JH: Dante is entirely focus tonight, as is Kailey. These two have had a rocky partnership after being thrust together due to the manipulations of Nadia and Kennedy, alongside our General Manager Madison Lee.

TM: Better watch it, Jonathan. Don't want to lose your job.

JH: Then I'd really be JR, huh?

TM: I wouldn't complain.

RK instructs the sides to pick someone to start and asks all excess to clear the ring. Madison gives her girls the last bit of luck she's sure they don't need before slipping from the ring. Kennedy and Nadia keep their eyes on Dante and Kailey, awaiting to see who will start it off with their side. When Kailey realizes Dante doesn't have any intentions of leaving or discussing this with her, she calmly exits the ring.

JH: It looks like it'll be Dante starting it off for his team and… Kennedy, starting it off for hers. I didn't expect that.

TM: What? You think Kennedy's scared of Dante? She's not. She beat him last week.

JH: That's what the books say, I guess.

TM: Are you disputing it?

JH: Let's just call the match. How about that?

Dante steps into the center of the ring, calling Kennedy forward to meet with him. Kennedy takes this as a pass and questions just want part of her Dante is asking for. Dante is hardly amused a the woman's antics and lets her know it with a roll of the eyes. Which is a mistake as Kennedy plants a boot into his gut! She grabs two handfuls of Dante's hair and runs him face first into the turnbuckle! No! Dante spins around, grabbing Kennedy's head and doing to her exactly what she intended to do to him! …he ran her face-first into the turnbuckle. Get it?

JH: And we're off! Dante and Kennedy starting us off. Kennedy trying to steal the advantage but that was lost.

TM: I cannot believe Dante has no qualms about beating up women! He's a misogynist!

JH: Thomas, for the last time! TNT is intergender competition! Kennedy, Nadia and Kailey all are aware of this!

TM: Whatever! I guess chivalry really is dead.

Dante spins Kennedy around, trapping her into the turnbuckle. He crushes her into the buckle with a stiff back elbow before taking her wrist and whipping her across the ring into the opposite neutral corner. Kennedy crashes back-first into the buckle as Dante comes barreling across the ring and SMASHES FACE-FIRST INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!

JH: A missed Stinger Splash there for Dante!

TM: Look at the agility of Kennedy!

JH: She just stepped aside. I wouldn't call it too agile but ok.

Kennedy immediately drops to the mat, rolling Dante up with a schoolgirl! She grabs a handful of tights to assist in her easy victory!


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TWO!


KICK-OUT!
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Both competitors are back to their feet, facing off into a staredown. Dante shakes the cobwebs from his head, being sure to keep his eyes on Kennedy this time. They move into a collar and elbow tie up but Kennedy ducks around behind him! Dante bends over, reaching between his legs to pull Kennedy's feet out from under her! He spins around, using his motion to drop the point of his elbow into her chest!

JH: A unique exchange there from Dante.

TM: Unique? How the hell do you call something like that?

JH: You don't, Thomas. You're the color commentator.

TM: Why don't you pronounce color with you a 'U'? You are English, you know.

JH: I do. What are you talking about?

TM: Oh. Nevermind then.

Kennedy rolls to the safety of the ropes, stepping out onto the apron and holding a hand out, yelling for RK to keep Dante back. RK does as he's instructed, Dante trash talking Kennedy the entire time, telling her to bring her ass back into the ring. Kennedy works out the kinks before stepping back into the ring. But she still has her hands out towards Dante, telling him to just wait a second.

JH: What is she doing now?

TM: Dante, remember. Kennedy's your friend.

JH: She is not your friend, Dante.

Dante listens up, however, seemingly interested in what Kennedy has to tell him. Granted, his face isn't deceiving at all in telling Kennedy that he most likely won't believe what he hears anyways. Kennedy explains herself… No! She hauls off and SLAPS Dante across the jaw! NO! Dante catches her hand! He waves his other finger in front of her face. He yanks her into a front face lock and SNAPS HER OVER WITH A HALF-HATCH SUPLEX!

JH: A nice half-hatch suplex there by Dante, catching Kennedy off guard trying to catch him off guard.

TM: What?

JH: Nevermind.

Dante springs back to his feet, glancing over at his tag team partner to become fully aware she isn't exactly enjoying herself. Oh well, more fun for him. Dante comes up behind Kennedy, ducking between her legs and standing with her sitting on his shoulders. He grabs her head, pulling her forward and TAKES A RIGHT HAND TO THE MOUTH! Kennedy cracks another off his face to free herself!

JH: Dante seems to be calling for the Icon Driver. He wants to finish this!

TM: Yeah, but Kennedy isn't having any of that!

Kennedy whips herself around the front of Dante, grabbing his head as she does and BRINGING HIM DOWN INTO A DDT!! Kennedy quickly climbs back to her feet, hand on her back as she slaps the outstretched hand of Nadia!

JH: The Icon Driver countered into a DDT from Kennedy!

TM: And now the tag to Nadia! This is going great so far!

Nadia moves along the apron to the perfect spot to slingshot over the top rope and DROP A LEG ACROSS THE BACK OF DANTE'S HEAD! Madison slaps the mat on the outside, encouraging both girls on. Nadia gets back to her feet as Dante pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, only to take a KICK TO THE RIBS! He spirals along the mat, gasping for air at the attack.

JH: Nadia's ruthless in there. She does not care about anyone or anything in his company besides herself.

TM: Hey, wait a minute. She cares about Kennedy.

JH: I beg to differ. Kennedy and Nadia have a mutual respect. I don't think they care for one another. Honor among thieves.

Nadia drops the point of her elbow square into the back of Dante's skull, downing the man once more. Dante tries once again to get to his feet but Nadia sprints off the ropes and returns CRACKING A KNEE OFF THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD! With Dante laid flat on his back, Nadia mounts the Icon, laying into him with hard elbow strikes!

JH: Nadia is certainly relentless in her attack.

TM: Nice pay-per-view plug there.

Jonathan is wrong, Nadia does relent. Only because her hair seems to have gotten messed up in her attack. She steps off him, fluffing her hair up as she eyes the crowd that's booing her.

JH: Nadia's always gotta look her best. Even in the middle of combat. How vain.

TM: Nadia always DOES look her best. I don't know why that's a problem for you.

Next Nadia takes a stroll over to Kailey, saying something that angers the southern belle… as if it takes much work from Nadia. RK is right there though to ensure that the hellcat doesn't get all the way into the ring. But of course, this is all Nadia's cleverness as Kennedy comes in behind RK's back, causing Kailey to fight harder against the lifeguardian ref.

JH: Nadia, uses some dirty tactics. I'm not surprised.

Nadia and Kennedy are on Dante quick. Two sets of fists wail away on the California before they both grab a wrist and throw him off the ropes. Dante rebounds into a double clothesline from the pair-- NO! Dante ducks! He cracks an elbow against the jaw of Nadia and then boots Kennedy in the stomach! He grabs the doubled over Kennedy in a front face-lock, followed by pulling back a handful of Nadia's hair, locking her up into an inverted facelock… DOUBLE DDT EXTRAORDINAIRE!!!!… or something like that.

TM: HOLY CRAP!

JH: Dante just took out his two adversaries with two DDTs in unison!

TM: Poor Kennedy and Nadia! Dante is an evil man!

All three of the competitors are down. Luckily Kennedy has just enough sense to roll herself out to the apron, holding the tiara (feminine version of crown, duh!) of her head. Kailey finally gives up her quest to enter the ring, ecstatic that Dante was able to save himself since she couldn't. RK turns around to find the two laid out in the center of the ring. Dun, dun, duuuunnn!! 10 count: begin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


Both Dante and Nadia begin to stir but neither are getting themselves up off the mat.

FOUR!

FIVE!


Kailey begins slapping the turnbuckle pad, arm outstretched just begging for a tag! Kennedy, with the use of the ropes is just barely getting to her feet, hand still tending to the throb atop her head.

SIX!

SEVEN!


Nadia gets to her knees, as Dante does. Dante sees this and pushes himself up to his feet, stumbling backwards into the ropes.

JH: Kailey makes a blind tag!

TM: NADIA! Tag Kennedy!

Kailey comes into the ring like a ball of fire! Nadia is up just in time to be spears back down to the mat! Kailey goes off on the Russian, cracking straight right hands off the woman's million-dollar features! She drags Nadia up, holding onto her collar as she SHOVES NADIA BACK-FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE with all her strength! Kailey is on her like suck on Edge, climbing onto the bottom rope for some extra leverage as she continues to beat away at Nadia!

JH: Holy shit!

TM: JONATHAN!

JH: Hey, it's pay-per-view! Besides, Kailey is like an animal in there! I'm actually feeling sorry for Nadia!

Kailey backs off just for a mere second, calling for Nadia to bring her ass out of the corner. Nadia, dazed and confused does just that. Shame for her as Kailey grabs two handfuls of the raven locks, using them to SLING THE WOMAN ACROSS THE RING!

TM: This is NOT wrestling, Jonathan!

JH: Kailey Lane does NOT want to be in that ring, ladies and gentlemen. Therefore she is not here to wrestle. She is fighting!

Nadia stumbles to her feet, holding her head as she cries for the chunks of hair she just lost. Kailey moves in but something catches her eyes, causing her to halt. Everyone else sees it too as the murmurs spread throughout the arena and heads turn to the entrance area. A spotlight rushes through the darkness to laid on…

JH: RAGIN'! What's he doing out here?

TM: Yeah! We don't need trash out here during our matches! Didn't he just have a huge match with Jack Manson?

JH: That isn't our business. Our business is this match and how much Kailey rips Nadia apart!

Kailey is stunned momentarily by Ragin's presence but her rage for Nadia takes precedent seeing as one of the two hates she can physically confront. Kailey moves back in to continue her assault and NEARLY HAS HER HEAD TAKEN OFF BY A HARD SHUFFLE SIDE KICK! Kailey splats to the mat, birdies dancing around her head as stars dance around those birdies' heads. Yes! It was that hard of a kick!

JH: Damn! Ragin' is out here to distract Kailey and that's exactly what he did!

TM: No! Ragin's out here to try and ruin this TNT match. I know how those Slammers work!

JH: Aside from Brighty and Orion, you don't KNOW any Slammers.

TM: And I hate them both. What's your point?

Nadia makes her way over to the corner, tagging Kennedy's outstretched hand… err, no she doesn't. Nadia has her hand up but Kennedy isn't asking for the tag. Nadia asks what Kennedy's problem is, but Kennedy just shakes her head no, pointing Nadia back in Kailey's direction.

JH: What's this? Nadia's looking for a tag and Kennedy's saying no tag.

TM: Nadia's doing fine on her own. Look at Kailey laid out.

JH: After putting a hurting on Nadia. Not to mention that DDT she suffered from Dante not so long ago.

TM: Kennedy suffered a DDT too!

Nadia and Kennedy argue with one another, Kennedy refusing to accept the tag. Madison climbs onto the apron, yelling at the two of them to get it together. Meanwhile Kailey is slowly climbing up, shaking her head clear. Nadia spots this and runs back in… but Kailey ducks behind her, grabbing Nadia in a waistlock! Nadia locks her foot around Kailey's before she gets any bright ideas but Kailey immediately releases the hold and CLUBS NADIA ACROSS THE BACK OF THE NECK WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

TM: Ah! That could cause some serious damage, Jonathan! Kailey's not trying to win! She's just hurting Nadia and her career! Both careers!

Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!!

TM: Whoa! Look at Kailey-Go-Round, Jonathan!

JH: A headscissors into a DDT, that's exactly what she calls it, Thomas. Kailey-Go-Round!

TM: I know. I was being witty!

Kailey immediately makes the cover on Nadia but no count follows. What the hell? Is Logan Black refereeing this match? Nope. But Richard Kelly is currently outside the ring. Why?! Oh, it seems Kennedy's commanded him to help the GM up or it could mean his job! Madison, laying on the floor still, commands RK help her up. Being the nice guy he is, he does just that!

JH: Ref! There's a pinfall, in case you didn't know!

Dante comes back into the ring, grabs RK by the back of his shirt and literally drags him back into the ring! Dante throws him down on the mat and tells him to count before he exit’s the ring! Kailey hooks the leg!


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TWO!!


THREE!!!



NO! NADIA KICKS OUT!
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JH: Dammit! Too much time passed, just like Kennedy wanted!

TM: Oh, thank goodness Nadia's still in this!

Disgruntled but not willing to waste the time it takes to deal with it, Kailey just brings her teeth as she brings Nadia up and smacks an elbow off the woman's jaw! Kailey jumps and smacks a kick off Nadia's shoulder that backs her up! A second one! A third one! No! Nadia catches Kailey's foot and angrily throws it back to the mat! But Kailey uses the momentum to swing her opposite leg up CRACKING NADIA UPSIDE THE HEAD!

JH: That's Kailey's Jeet Kune Do training coming into play.

Nadia stumbles from the blow but keeps her footing. Kailey plants a boot into her stomach and whips her off the ropes! Kailey prepares her attack but Nadia holds onto the ropes, preventing her rebound from taking place! Kailey rushes in only for Nadia to duck down and throw Kailey over the ropes, onto the walkway! And that's when Ragin' begins making his way down towards the ring!

JH: Hey ref! We got illegal activity heading this way!

TM: Yeah! Stop him from coming near Kennedy. You know he wants her real bad, right? You saw the interactions all week.

JH: I did. And I honestly couldn't tell if Kennedy wanted Ragin', Ragin' wanted Kennedy or they both just enjoyed messing with each other's hands. Given Ragin's past and Kennedy's recent metamorphosis, I'm guessing the last one.

TM: Oh please! Like Kennedy would ever get involved with a Slammer!

Ragin' halts his movement half way down the walkway as Dante steps in front of Kailey, growling at the man with evil intentions. Ragin' holds his hands up, calmly backing his way towards the stage once again. Dante spins around and helps his tag partner to her feet before retreating to his corner.

TM: Never thought I'd be grateful towards Dante. But anything that keeps Ragin' away.

JH: Dante helping Kailey up. That's the first we've seen from these two that says they've got one another's backs.

TM: I'll get Kailey's back if she wants.

JH: Sparagus.

TM: Huh?

As Kailey glares after her former fling (would you call that a fling or a relationship?) at the end of the walkway, Nadia grabs a handful of the blonde locks! She drags Kailey across the ropes, leaving her legs hanging as she DROPS HER WITH A DDT! Ragin' cringes as Kailey's head and face slam into the canvas!

JH: A top rope DDT from Nadia! She's definitely not showing any sympathy for Kailey's predicament.

TM: Kailey has no sympathy for Nadia. The feelings should be mutual. Nadia's not an idiot!

Nadia climbs back to her feet, a smile on her face as she talks some of that special trash in Dante's direction. Dante paces the apron eagerly, yelling for Kailey to get up and fight back! Yeah, that'll help. Nadia asks Kennedy if she wants a piece and gets the same answer as before. A big fat no! So Nadia drags Kailey back up, hooking the woman up and SNAPPING her over with a suplex!

JH: Nadia now has firm control after the distraction from Ragin' allowed that big time DDT.

TM: She didn't need Ragin'!

JH: And Kennedy, refusing to come into the ring ever since Kailey made the tag. Which has me wondering just what's going on with her. All week she talked about taking the mind games to a physical level but she's yet to show that. Even with Kailey down.

TM: Nadia's doing fine on her own. The thing with these girls is, what one does the other can enjoy. They're partners, Jonathan.

With Kailey down on the canvas, Nadia runs to the ropes, springs off the middle chord and CRASHES INTO KAILEY WITH A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!! NO! She crashes into Kailey's knees as the raises them up at the last second! Nadia writhes on the mat, holding her stomach as Kailey looks around for her corner. Oh there it is! The one with Dante stretched as far as he can, looking for the tag!

JH: A missing Final Destination from Nadia! And now Kailey's crawling to her corner!

TM: Nadia! Stop her!

Nadia does just that! She grabs a hold of Kailey's foot, preventing her from going any further. Kailey rolls onto her back, pulls her feet in before PUSHING OUT AND SENDING NADIA FLYING BACKWARDS! Kailey rolls over and dives MAKING THE TAG TO DANTE!!

JH: Dante's in!

TM: And Kennedy tagged Nadia!

Both competitors come into the ring and rush forward! Kennedy gets taking down by a clothesline! Nadia has no intentions of leaving just because she isn't legal and gets a clothesline as well! He moves back to Kennedy, just as she gets back to her feet, and whips off her off the ropes! Kennedy rebounds and runs right into a Rock Bottom hold! Dante locks her up and throws her over with a Uranage suplex!

JH: First Kailey, now Dante's cleaning house!

Nadia is up though and plants a boot into Dante's stomach as he stands! She throws him off the ropes but he counters! Nadia rebounds off the ropes and comes right into a SPINEBUSTER SLAM!!! Nadia immediately rolls to the safety of the apron as Dante stands tall in the ring. He turns his attention to Kennedy, calling for her to stand.

JH: It looks like Dante's getting ready to end it here.

TM: And thank you for calling it early. It'll never happen right now.

JH: You don't know that!

Kennedy gets back to her feet, hand on her back as she turns around right into a boot to the stomach from Dante! He applies a standing headscissors on Kennedy and flips her onto his shoulders! Kennedy immediately begins firing right hands into his temple, causing him to step backwards. She falls backwards, taking him over with a hurracanrana!

JH: I stand corrected.

TM: A HurraKennedy and she's back in control!

JH: You don't know that, either!

Dante hurries back to his feet as quick as he can but Kennedy does the same! They meet in the center of the ring, Dante suffering a stinging right hand from Kennedy! He barely registers it as he nails Kennedy with an elbow strike that rocks her back! He grabs her wrist, wringing her arm up and TAKING A HARD ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE TEMPLE!

JH: The JFK out of nowhere!

TM: Look at the resourcefulness of Kennedy!

JH: Dante looked to be going for his arm wrench DDT but that was not to be.

TM: Kennedy wanted no part of another DDT!

With Dante down on the canvas, Kennedy steps over him and performs a standing moonsault splash! She wastes no time in hooking the leg!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!



THREE!!!



NOO!!! Dante kicks out!
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Kennedy growls out her frustration as she lifts Dante up, pummeling him with right hands as she does. She roughly pulls him into a headlock before running towards the ropes and… Dante shoves her off! She rebounds into the ropes and comes back into a hard boot to the stomach! Dante bolts off the adjacent ropes and TAKES KENNEDY DOWN WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER!

JH: Dante came back from that near fall and just delivered a beautiful swinging neckbreaker on Kennedy! That's resilience, Thomas.

TM: Beautiful? Dante? Bleh!

JH: The move, Thomas. Although, Dante's not a bad looking guy if I… dammit. Why do I even talk?

TM: Why don't you just date him, Jonathan!

Dante climbs back to his feet once again, Kennedy still laid out on the canvas from the abuse she's suffering. Dante doesn't intend to let her rest up though, pulling her up by an arm. He whips her into the corner and charges with a STINGER SPLASH-- THE LEAVES KENNEDY'S FOOT PLANTED IN HIS FACE! Dante turns out of the corner, checking the alignment of his jaw as Kennedy immediately climbs to the top rope! He turns around just as she backflips off the turnbuckle, taking him down to the canvas!

JH: A moonsault body block and Kennedy's covering again!


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!




No! Another kick-out!
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JH: That was a close one, Thomas! Did you see Kennedy's knee actually connect with Dante's face in that?

TM: Almost too painful to watch… so let's go to REPLAY!

As the screen splits into two, showing in slow motion the connection of Kennedy's kneecap popping Dante in the eye socket, we see the live screen showing Kennedy back to her feet as Dante tries to get himself back together. Kennedy begins stalking Dante quite anxiously slapping her thigh in preparation for the big finish.

JH: Kennedy now is looking to capitalize on that by calling for the Shot!

TM: The Shining Wizard! Kennedy used this move to finish Dante off on TNT! Go get him girl!

Dante climbs up to one knee as Kennedy sprints at him, SPRINGS OFF HIS KNEE AND IS SLAMMED INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINEBUSTER BY DANTE!

JH: DANTE JUST COUNTERED WITH SHINING WIZARD WITH A SPINEBUSTER!

TM: No Shot Heard Around The World?!

Dante falls back-first onto the canvas, having spent a great deal of his remaining energy to pull of the counter. Meanwhile, Kennedy is also laid out on the canvas staring up at the bright lights. Dante fights back to his feet, dazed and confused as he fights the throbbing eye headache. You know, what they are. That headache right behind your eye. He glances over to see Kailey offering to tag in. He looks over at Kennedy, who's slowly beginning to stir and weighs how much he has left in the tank before tagging Kailey back into the match!

JH: And now we've got Kailey back in!

TM: And, uh-oh, check it out, Jonathan.

JH: Kennedy tried to avoid this all match but here we are.

Kennedy finally gets back to her feet, hand on her back that's taken the brute of Dante's attacks this whole match. She takes a moment to stretch it just right before nodding her head at the ringside fans that are going crazy at the sight of Kailey Lane standing center ring with her sights on Kennedy. Kennedy slowly turns around and flinches at the sight of her former friend.

JH: GET HER KAILEY!

TM: NO! Kailey! Remember the good times!

Kailey doesn't do as Jonathan instructs. Instead she appears to be trying to reason with Kennedy. Her hands up in a defensive manner, Kailey has a pleading looking in her eyes as she speaks to Kennedy. The point to Nadia pretty much confirms that Kailey is trying to tell Kennedy just how bad of a idea things have been lately. Nadia takes MAJOR offense to this and pushes her way into the ring, only to be cut off from RK!

JH: Kailey, apparently, does NOT want to fight Kennedy just as much as Kennedy doesn't want to fight Kailey!

TM: And now Kailey's pissed of Nadia. RK's got his hands full with that chica.

JH: Nadia's a fiery one, that's for sure.

Kailey watches Nadia's behavior, her defensive stance up as Nadia continues to push and fight against the referee. Kailey tells Nadia to go ahead and bring it before turning back to Kennedy… RIGHT INTO AN ECHOING SMACK!!!

JH: Good God!

Kailey nearly losing her footing over the force of the palm thrust against her cheek! Her mouth is open wide in what could be pain or shock as the sting (both physical and emotional sets in). On the stage Ragin' has a good chuckle over what he just saw. Kailey lowers her hand, wearing the handprint proudly as she looks back at Kennedy, teeth gritted together as she fights back possible tears.

JH: Oh, man. The look on Kailey's face is…

TM: That's eerie!

Kennedy isn't at all effected by it, however. Instead she's quite proud of the slap, asking Kailey what she's gonna do about it. What can she really do about it, though? She can return the favor with a HARD SLAP of her own! Kennedy sells the blow and the shock that comes along with it before they're off!

JH: And here we go! The gloves are off!

TM: I cannot believe Kailey!

JH: KAILEY?! She didn't want to fight Kennedy! But she isn't gonna let Kennedy walk all over her all her life!

The women are exchanging right hands and elbow strikes and forearm strikes and any other strikes they can get in at each other! Kailey gets the advantage, backing Kennedy into the ropes with blow after blow before whipping her off into the opposite set! Kennedy comes back just as Kailey leaps into the air and takes Kennedy down with a Lou Thesz Press! Kailey starts firing away on Kennedy with right hands before jumping to her feet THROWING AN ELBOW INTO THE FACE OF NADIA, KNOCKING HER OFF THE APRON!

TM: WHAT THE?! That was unnecessary!

JH: Well… I… Kailey does NOT like Nadia, Thomas.

Kailey advances on Kennedy once again… But Kennedy nips off the canvas, wrapping her legs around Kailey's neck and THROWING HER OVER WITH A HURRAKENNEDY! Kennedy nips back up before Kailey has a chance to fully recover! She moves towards Kailey but the Tennessee native jumps up, cracking Kennedy with a spinning round house kick! As soon as she lands, she uses the momentum to throw a crescent kick, knocking Kennedy down to the canvas!

JH: The Tornado Alley! We haven't seen much of Kailey's move set showing up in this contest, but as we've said, she doesn't want to wrestle. She's here to fight!

At this point, Ragin's done watching. The Slammer starts heading down the walkway at a quickened pace! He garners the attention of not just Kailey but Dante Coles as well! Dante's apparently had enough as he takes off to the walkway, barreling towards the Slammer! Ragin' doesn't retreat this time, calling for Dante to go on and bring it! And he would, if RK didn't spot this and bolt in front of Dante with his lightning quick speed!

JH: We're about to have an interpromotional melee on the outside if RK doesn't do something!

TM: Yeah, do it, Dante! Smack 'im around!

Kailey remains focused on her emotional trauma that occupies the walkway just as her other emotional trauma is back to her feet. Kennedy clubs Kailey in the back of the neck! She hooks Kailey up and SLAMS HER BACK WITH A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! Kennedy takes to the ropes, stopping on the second turnbuckle to call for the crowd to make some noise! And they do! Shame they're booing her.

JH: The action in the ring isn't stopping, nor is the action outside!

TM: There's not really action outside. Richard Kelly's just trying to hold Dante back and telling Ragin' to leave.

Kennedy waves off the disrespectful fans before climbing to the very top, standing tall! Before she gets her feet knocked out from her! Kailey is up and prevented the high risk offense! She immediately pulls herself onto the second turnbuckle, throwing Kennedy's arm over her own neck and PULLING HER BACKWARDS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!!! NO! Nadia nails Kailey in the back!

JH: Kailey was going for a top rope back suplex on Kennedy!

TM: But Nadia saved Kennedy! See? Nadia cares about Kennedy!

JH: Nadia cares about winning! And she's not legally allowed in the ring right now!

Nadia ducks between Kailey's legs, standing up and situating the Belle across her shoulders before stepping out of the corner, into the center of the ring. Nadia swings Kailey's legs around and sits out, DROPPING KAILEY'S BACK INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM!

JH: The Russian Roulette on Kailey!

TM: THAT was a thing of beauty, Jonathan!

JH: This is an illegal double team!

On the walkway, Ragin' finally backs off, a big smile on his smug face. Dante grudgingly obeys RK's orders, backing away from Ragin', talking the trash the entire time Ragin' backs off. In the ring, Nadia bolts back to the apron as Kennedy climbs back to stand on the top rope. Glancing over her shoulder once Kennedy snaps off the turnbuckle and CRUSHES KAILEY'S CHEST WITH A MOONSAULT!!!

JH: The moonsault on Kailey!

TM: REF! COUNT!!!

Dante remains oblivious to both the double team and now the pinfall as he assures that Ragin' is keeping his distance from Kailey and the ring! RK, however, bolts back into the ring at the discovery of the pin attempt!


[align=center]ONE!




TWO!!





THREE!!!!
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'Lies' hits the speakers as Dante's face drops in surprise. He spins around to see Kennedy's arm being raised and Nadia and Madison happily making their way into the ring!

MA: Here are your winners… NADIA KASSLE and KEEENNEEDDDYYYY!!!

Dante takes off for the ring in a sprint! The girls scatter as the Caramel Juggernaut bursts his way into the ring! He angrily glares at the woman as they run along ringside to reform on the walkway.

JH: Thanks to the distraction from Slam's Ragin', Nadia was able to get some illegal activity in on Kailey and Dante was none the wiser!

TM: Now, now! It's not Kennedy and Nadia's fault that Dante is fascinated by Ragin'. He ran after him like an 'N Sync fan girl.

JH: He was TRYING to eliminate any distractions for Kailey!

Madison raises Kennedy and Nadia's hands as the three ladies back up the walkway, smiles on their faces. Dante glares after them before dropping down next to Kailey, checking to make sure she's alright.

TM: Yeah! You let her down! How do you like them apples?

JH: I'm sure Dante feels horrible about leaving her to fend for herself, but in his defense he was trying to help her in the first place!

TM: It's bittersweet, isn't it?
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As the fans in Madison Square Garden are on their feet in anticipation of the main event, the scene goes to something different as a deep voice is heard throughout the arena and over on the JumboTron there is something being shown and the camera zooms in to it.
A deep voice (similar to the guy who does the TNA PPV commercials) begins to say words as they are shown on the screen.

"Impact, noun, the striking of one body up against another, a collision, or a huge force. Phenomenal, adjective, extraordinary, outstanding, or amazing. And lastly, feud, noun, a bitter, often prolonged quarrel or state of enmity, especially such a state of hostilities between two families, clans, or enimies. Know these words, remember these words, because what you will now witness, is the history of a feud in the making, and you will then witness the ending of it all, as two men put their bodies on the line to prove they are the better man, to prove they are worthy to be the World Heavyweight Champion, in the Slam! Stamina Series!"
The voice fades out as “Back Up” by 12 Stones begins to suddenly play in the background as some video clips begin to role. And as the guitar and drum opening begins, words flash across the screen.

[align=center]SIX MONTHS AGO… ANARCHY IN THE UK![/align]
The words then fade to…

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Madrox: We are here for one simple reason, and that is to say, we got your back, and hell, Matt and I got everyone’s backs here on Slam! that are in danger because of Jack Manson and his posse. Matt and I are here to protect all and to save Slam! from being destroyed by this Campaign of Pain. Matt and I have came here to say if anyone is on our side, you will not have to fear the Campaign of Pain, we are here to say that anyone who wants to join up with us will be on the good side, the side that wants to end this bull shit once and for all and bring back Slam!, because as we all know Jack Manson is just dragging it down.

Impact: Yeah, we are here to tell you, just think about it, join up with us, and help us end Manson’s reign, help up purify Slam!’s greatness once again, and help us destroy the Campaign of Pain! So what do you say?

Matt looks at Evan for and answer, and so does Sean Madrox. Evan’s face lights up when he answers Impact’s question.

Evan: Sure.

Madrox: Sure?

Evan: Sure. I’ll join up with you guys, and we WILL, not try, WILL, end this thing once and for all!

Evan puts his hand out and fist pounds both Madrox and Impact.

Evan: They have stolen my ECC, now they will pay, they have stolen, and taken too many things from too many people, now it is time that someone gets revenge on them! And that shall be us!

Impact: Hell yeah!


[align=center]TWO MONTHS AGO… DANGEROUS LIAISIONS![/align]
The drum and guitar opening then fades out as the words of "Back Up" by 12 Stones fade in.

[align=center]I hear the words you say to me,
I see the way you look at me,
I know what's on your mind so,
Stand up get up back up now
Just stay away.
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KR: “We are down to two. Madrox and Impact….Slayer and Matt Impact….partners reunite to battle….”

Just in the nick of time Matt raises his knees and they connect with the ribs of Madrox. Matt then groggily stands to his feet and picks Sean up by his blue hair and drives a hard right hand into his head and then doubles him over and drives his head in between his legs. Matt then lifts Slayer up and hurls him back to the mat with a hard hitting power bomb. Now clearly frustrated Matt lifts Slayer off the mat one more time and charges forward hurling him head first over the top ropes.

CM: “Matt Impact has done it! HE WON THE REALITY RUMBLE!”

KR: “NOOOOOO!”

The crowd burst into boos promptly as Matt raises his arms at the ropes in celebration. Though the boos quickly turn into cheers as Slayer who is skinning the cat pulls himself back up legs first and wraps them around his former partners head and with all the strength left in him pulls the big man over the ropes and drops him to the floor below. The crowd erupt into cheers as Slayer pulls himself back onto the ring apron and rolls into the ring having won the match that will take him on to fulfill the chance of becoming Slam! World champ again.

KR: “Slayer has done it…He’s over come all odds and won the Reality Rumble!”

CM: “What the hell just happened?”

KR: “Matt lost…HA!!!”

DV: “I give Matt props though. He eliminated four consecutive opponents and came damn near to winning. Slayer just happened to be the better man tonight!”

Slayer climbs up on the turnbuckle proud of his accomplishment as everyone in attendance stands in respect of his victory.

Charles Cruz: “Ladies and Gentlemen! Here is the winner of the REALITY RUMBLE………SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!”

Matt climbs up to his knees and looks back into the ring angrily and bitter at the fact that he lost to his former partner. He then stands to his feet and grabs a nearby chair and hurls it across ringside. Then out of anger he tips over the set of ring steps and then turns for the ring. He slides in behind Madrox and yanks him down off the turnbuckle. As Slayer turns into him he lifts him up and then quickly drops him to the mat with a Impact Drop.

KR: “What is the meaning of this? YOU LOST FAIR AND SQUARE!!!!”

Matt then clearly having lost it lifts Slayer up off the mat and hoists him onto his shoulders again.

DV: “Matt Impact is sending a very loud message to Slayer!”

CM: “DON’T FUCK WITH THE IMPACT!!!”

Matt drops Slayer down on his head again with a second Impact Drop as object begin to be hurled littering the ring and all around it. Officials flood down but Matt is done leaving Slayer a broken mess in the middle of the ring but a winner none the less. Impact spits on Slayer and then climbs out of the ring as he is being yelled at by officials and trainers rush down to assist Slayer.


[align=center]I know the fear you hold inside,
I know what's weighing on your mind,
There's nothing you can do so,
Stand up, get up, back up!
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KR: He’s blaming Slayer for everything!?

CM: It was Slayer’s fault!

Impact: You see Sean… Slayer… I’m not the reason you got attack after the Reality Rumble, I’m not the reason we aren’t friends anymore, and I’m sure as hell not the reason why these fans hate me… you are!

The fans boo like they’ve never booed before, I mean come on this Impact guy is acted crazy!

Impact: And tonight, what I’m going to do… oh boy, it will not be my fault either. I’ll give you a hint Sean, an impact will be made tonight… yes tonight, but how and when, you’ll just have to wait and see my old friend. You’ll just have to wait and see.

Matt Impact throws the mic down to the canvas as a thud is heard he slides out of the ring as the crowd boos.


[align=center]You're reaching out, just to be like me.
But you've fallen short,
Still you're following me.
You had the chance, to bring me down.
But there's nothing left,
So just stay away from me!
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CC: Ladies and Gentleman, this match has been awarded to Onikage as a result of a Disqualification!

Slayer gets up and begins arguing with Referee Joe Johnson about his decision and out of nowhere Matt Impact now enters from the crowd. Once in the ring he attacks Slayer from behind but is quickly pulled off by Joe Johnson which in turn gives Slayer the chance to retaliate. Slayer backs up a second and then goes for his Signature finisher the Blackout but just in the last second of time Impact pulls the referee in front of him and Slayer nails the referee with the stiff superkick.

DV: That’s what I’m talking about, some good ol’ ref attacking…

KR: He didn’t mean to do that, it was Impacts fault!

Just as Slayer is finished executing his superkick, Matt Impact grabs him from the side lifting him up on his shoulders before spinning around to show the crowd, then out of nowhere he drops him down with the IMPACT DROP! As Slayer hits the ground Impact stands up and leans over the downed Slayer before getting right in his face and yelling words at him that we cannot make out for a few moments. Then Impact leaves the ring and heads up the ramp toward the back.


[align=center]You can't stand to see my face,
To know you'll never take my place,
There's nothing you can do but,
Stand up get up back up now,
Just stay away.
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The official topples to the mat out cold as Ragin’ staggers away along the ropes trying to free himself from Impact and from backstage Slayer appears causing Matt to pull his attention away from the match and motions for Slayer to bring it. Madrox moves slowly toward the ring building the anticipation on whether he’ll involve himself or not and Matt becomes irritated. This distracts him long enough for Ragin’ to seek the opportunity to kick Matt in the stomach and pulls the challenger between his legs setting up for the Feature Remover again.

[align=center]CRACK!!!![/align]

KR: “What the hell?”

DV: “JACK IS HERE AND PISSED OFF!!”

From the crowd Jack Manson appears and nails Ragin’ with a steel chair. He then tosses the chair in and moves in after grabbing the staggering Ragin’ and within a blink of an eye nails his finisher, Pain on the champion with his head connecting with the chair.

KR: “Oh My GAWD!!!”

Just as this is happening Matt turns to see what is going on and smiles when he sees Jack taking care of Ragin’. He turns back to see what Slayer is doing and…

[align=center]CRACK!!![/align]

Slayer nails the Blackout on Matt and quickly drops to the mat and slides out of the ring. Jack escapes at the same time and Impact falls backward landing directly on top of Ragin’. Tommy Owens is moving groggily in the ring but is not coherent to what is going on and Slayer moves to pull Matt of the top of Ragin’ but he is stopped as Jack grabs him by the leg and yanks him from the ring as Tommy lifts his arm beginning to count the fall.

[align=center]…1

…2

…3
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KR: “We have a new champion!!!”

DV: “Jack screwed Ragin’!”

CM: “And Slayer helped Matt!”

KR: “Inadvertantly.”

Manson and Slayer begin to brawl on the outside of the ring due to Jack stopping Madrox from stopping Matt from winning and Charles Cruz announces the match as Tommy staggers to get the belt.

Charles Cruz: “Here is your winner….and NEW….WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…MATT…..IMPACT!!!”

Owens staggers over to Matt holding the belt in his arms and drapes it over the new champions chest even though he still doesn’t quite know what has happened yet as he lays blinking his eyes incoherently on top of the completely out Ragin’. The show goes off the air with him slowly wrapping his arms around the belt and Slayer and Manson fighting on the outside.


[align=center]I feel the hate you push on me,
I see the things that you can't see,
I know what's on your mind so,
So, stand up, get up, back up!
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Matt gets up and so does Slayer and they both exchange blows, but Matt takes the lead as he hammers rights into Slayer and whips him into the ropes and on the rebound he hoists him onto his shoulders. The crowd begins to jeer as he throws Slayer over his shoulders, but Slayer is able to continue smoothly and lands on his feet.

KR: What the hell?

DV: Slayer landed on his feet!

Impact looks amazed as he backs up, but Slayer delivers a swift kick to the face of Matt via a Superkick knocking the World Champ down to the canvas. Slayer stumbles a bit before dropping down to his knees and making the cover over Matt as referee Owens drops down for the count.

[align=center]1![/align]

KR: Here it comes…

[align=center]2![/align]

CM: It can’t end this way, it just can’t!

[align=center]3![/align]

The crowd erupts in cheers as referee Owens holds the hand of Slayer up in the air as he is awarded the victory over the World Champion Matt Impact. Ragin’ continues the assault on Manson outside in the middle section B area of the arena, as Lloyd goes crazy in the front row. Slayer raises his bad arm in the arm holding it with his left as his music blasts into the arena.

KR: Well there you have it folks a Tag Main Event well done. Slayer was able to deliver the win for his team on the newly won World Champion.

DV: What is this going to mean for Slayer, he has a clear win over Matt Impact?

CM: Bullshit!


[align=center]You're reaching out just, to be like me.
But you've fallen short,
Still you're following me.
You had the chance, to bring me down.
But there's nothing left,
So just stay away from me!
[/align]


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Slayer pulls himself towards the turnbuckle using the ropes to give him strength and regain his stance. A few more minutes and Impact taunts behind Slayer as he pulls himself up to his feet. Slayer gets up and he slowly turns around and IMPACT KICKS HIM IN THE MIDSECTION AND WE GET A DOUBLED OVER SLAYER AND IMPACT LIFTS HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS AND DROPS SLAYER DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

CM: Its over right now.

[align=center]One…

TWO…

THREE…
[/align]

Slayer kicks out but he is a fraction of a second to late as Impact gets up and he is handed his World Heavyweight Championship. Slayer tries to get up, but Matt keeps Slayer down on the canvas with one foot on his chest as fans begin to jeer towards the Champion and he flips them all off. He walks over to the corner and Slayer rolls up trying to get up and Impact charges and blasts Slayer in the head with the belt breaking more skin on his forehead and causing the fan favorite to bleed perversely all over the place.

Charles Cruz: AND STILL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...MAAAATT IMPAAAACT!!!

KR: Was that even necessary, did he have to make himself feel more like a man with hitting Slayer over the head with the belt?

DV: That’s what happens when you become the king of the hill…

CM: Impact certainly knows how to be the king!

KR: This is a disgrace!


[align=center]It's not the things you say to me,
It's not the things that I believe,
You try to bring me down,
So, stand up, get up, back up, now just stay away.
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Evan holds in the maneuver and he drags Sean over to Impact and he tags in the Champion and Impact walks in showboating as he kicks Sean in the arm and Sean falls back and tries to roll to his corner, but Impact stops him and grabs him by his “bad arm” and twists it. Impact begins to apply pressure, BUT SEAN BELTS OUT A SMILE AND LAUGHTER AS HE KICKS MATT IN THE MIDSECTION AND PLANTS HIM DOWN ON THE CANVAS WITH A HELLACIOUS DDT.

CM: What the hell just happened, why isn’t Sean on the floor bitching about his arm?

DV: Sean played Matt, he faked it so that he was able to get Impact into the ring with him!

KR: What a sly devil, but good strategy to get Impact into the ring. By the way what do you guys think of Sean’s new haircut and name change?

Sean gets up and he grabs Matt by the arm and he swings him with full force into the turnbuckle and Impact slams into with a thud and he stumbles backwards as Slayer wraps his arms around Impact’s waits with a back to belly drop on the Champion. Impact is overwhelmed with the turn around in the match that he quickly tags himself out.


[align=center]It's not the things you say to me,
It's not the things that I believe,
You try to bring me down,
So, stand up, get up, back up!
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Impact quickly gets up to his feet and slides back into the ring as Sean stands and waits for the Champ to make his move and he does with a charged up clothesline sending the challenger to the canvas. Sean lies on his back holding his throat as he coughs and he grabs the ropes pulling himself up to his feet quickly. The two lock up and Sean is able to get Impact into a side headlock and spends a bit more time wrenching on his opponents neck. Matt though is able to shove Sean back into the ropes again and shove him off into the opposing ropes. As Sean rebounds back at him Matt goes for another massive clothesline but it is ducked by the entrepreneur who returns to the ropes he started from.
Slayer returns from the ropes and he is able to deliver a hard clothesline of his own as he stands over Impact and raises his hands as the crowd goes wild for the superstar. Sean turns around to Matt who is pulling himself up and as he does Sean grabs him by the arm and swings him into the ropes, but Impact reverse the move and Sean flips over the ropes, but still holding on.


CM: Impact with the strength and throwing Sean out of the ring…

DV: Have to interrupt you Chip, because Sean is still holding onto the top rope dangling on the side, wait yup he is on the apron now.

KR: I think he is going to go for it….

CM: Go for what?

Sean hops into the ropes and he wraps his legs around Impact’s neck and he goes to deliver a head scissors into the turnbuckle, but Impact stops him in his process and delivers a inverted flapjack instead and Sean meets the turnbuckle himself. Sean bounces back and he falls into the ring on his back as Impact quickly goes for the cover.

The song goes back into a drum and guitar beat similar to the opening of the song as the video clips continue.

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Sean and Storm flock into the ring and they both begin to jump Ragin’ and Matt and Evan come to his aid. Matt swings Sean into the ropes and he goes to clothesline Sean out of the ring, but Sean back body tosses him out of the ring.

~Fade Out~
Fade In~

Ragin’ grabs Sean up and he irish whips him and as Sean rebounds he kicks him in the midsection and Sean doubles over and Ragin’ grabs him by the head and places between his leg and lifts Sean up onto his shoulders, but Sean fights back and drops down to his feet and he backs up and kicks quickly into the air. All you can hear is a loud thud as Ragin’ crashes down to the canvas and Sean hooks the leg over the former World Champion.


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KR:
SEAN JUST DELIVERED BLACKOUT!!!

[align=center]2![/align]

Impact tries to climb back into the ring, but Manson pulls him back out of the ring as Owens continues the count to his dismay.

[align=center]3!![/align]

KR:
Sean did it he pinned Ragin’ for the win!

CM: I can’t believe my eyes?

DV: Sean walks away triumph.

Charles Cruz: AND THE WINNERS OF THIS SIX MAN TAG MATCH….SEAN MADROX, JACK MANSON, AND ROB STORM!!!


[align=center]You're reaching out, just to be like me.
But you've fallen short,
Still you're following me.
You had the chance, to bring me down.
There's nothing left,
So just stay away from me!
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Matt Impact gets up from his chair and moves closer to the camera as the cameraman adjusts the view so you can see Matt Impact’s face and upper body clearing. Impact adjust the title over his right shoulder as he begins to speak.

Impact: Sean Madrox, clear your mind for October 16, 2005! Because, if you have all that shit in your head, you’ll be a sure victory for me! I want a challenge, because in my mind, no one is a challenge on this stupid roster except you when you are focused. So Sean, I’ll see you in ten days, but remember one thing, you are coming in my home state, my chomping grounds! Where I beat up punks that messed with me, where I got drunk with my friends back in high school with fake IDs, where I went to basketball games, where I went to wrestling events as a kid, MY HOME STATE! And you will learn one thing Sean, no one messes with me in New York, or they will be beaten down. So I dare you Sean, bring me down… bring me down, and you’ll see what happens in our match. Handle that impact!

Impact smirks at the camera before walking out of the interview room and the camera cuts back to the announcer’s booth as you hear the door slam as Impact closes it.


[align=center]Now just stay away from me!
Won’t you stay away from me!
Please just stay away from me!
Just stay away!
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Sean: Well I could sit here and run my mouth about how Matt Impact and I once were good friends, allies, but for what to bore the fans with the name of a man that doesn’t have anything over me. A guy who thinks that just because he has held the title twice he is the King of Slam!, pfft, I think he should take what he thinks with a grain of salt because come Relentless I’m going to show him that after our specialty match, after the fog clears that Sean Madrox is going to be the biggest house-hold name to date. Shit I don’t even need the title to be bigger than Matt Impact or even Ragin’ I just have the stamina and the stature to be the only man on Slam! to think outside the whole wrestling industry…to be the entrepreneur that many dream of and only few succeed at. I am the King of Slam!

With that said Sean walks off as the scene fades to black and Rebecca looks confused.

The 12 Stones fade out as the background darkens to the faces of Sean Madrox and Matt Impact staring each other down with the World Heavyweight Championship in the picture, as the fans cheering in MSG slowly fade back in as the video clips end.

KR: “What a great video package highlighting the event that led up to the Slam! main event and the Slam! Stamina Series.”

CM: “Former partners collide in this best of five series. Five, fifteen minute rounds with special guest judges declaring a winner for each round.”

DV: “And that brings us to the rules. As already mentioned there will be five, fifteen minute rounds.”

The RelentlessTron lights up and the rules begin to display on the big screen.

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[align=center]1. There will be five, fifteen minute rounds.[/align]


CM: “After each round there is a mandatory three minute rest period.”

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[align=center]1. There will be 5, 15 minute rounds.

2. Between rounds there will be a mandatory 3 minute rest period.
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KR: “During that rest period the competitors performance will be judged by a committee comprised of three Slam! legends.”

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[align=center]1. There will be 5, 15 minute rounds.

2. Between rounds there will be a mandatory 3 minute rest period.

3. Rounds will be judged by committee of Slam! Legends based on competitors performance.
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CM: “There will be no pin falls, no disqualifications, or count outs. Rounds will be decided solely by the judges.”

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[align=center]1. There will be 5, 15 minute rounds.

2. Between rounds there will be a mandatory 3 minute rest period.

3. Rounds will be judged by committee of Slam! Legends based on competitors performance.

4. No pin falls, disqualification, or count outs.
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DV: “Winner will be decided based on best performance of three rounds. Meaning that either competitor could sweep this match and take it in the first three rounds.”

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[align=center]1. There will be 5, 15 minute rounds.

2. Between rounds there will be a mandatory 3 minute rest period.

3. Rounds will be judged by committee of Slam! Legends based on competitors performance.

4. No pin falls, disqualification, or count outs.

5. Winner will be decided on best 3 of 5 rounds.
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The RelentlessTron flickers and the rules disappear. A picture of the Slam! World Heavyweight Championship appears and the crowd begins to get excited as the lights dim in the arena.

KR: “This match is only moments away, Chip. I cannot wait for the action we are about to witness!”

CM: “Me either, Kurt. But first we need to find out who the Slam! legend judges are.”

DV: “It looks as though we are about to find out now!”

The ring crew scramble to pull a black cover from atop of a table set up just next to ring side and on that desk are three note pads and pens. Behind the table three chairs are set up neatly clearing for the prospective judges. Charles Cruz is now in the middle of the ring and begins to speak through his microphone so that the whole arena can hear him.

Charles Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen…..are you ready for the Slam! MAIN EVENT?”

The crowd pops loudly for Charles and he continues.

Charles Cruz: “Well lets get this thing started then! INTRODUCING FIRST……YOUR SLAM! LEGEND JUDGES!!!!”

Another huge pop fills the arena as Slam! by Onyx fills the arena and the focus of everyone in attendance moves up the ramp to the top of the stage to see who will be coming out first.

Charles Cruz: “At this time it is my great pleasure to announce one of the greatest champions in all history of Slam!.......HYYYYYYYBBBBRRRRRIIIIIDDDDDDD!!!!”

KR: “I never thought I’d see Hybrid back at an FIW event. He left on bad terms but must have come to terms for this great event.”

Hybrid steps through the curtain and onto the stage to a very warm reception from the crowd in attendance. He stops at the top of the ramp and gives a small wave to the crowd while soaking in the adoration of the fans. He then proceeds down to ring side and the judges booth as Cruz prepares to announce the next judge. Though before he can get a word out two red flares drop from the ceiling above the ring and shoot down to the top of the ramp igniting explosions.

Charles Cruz: “Coming to you straight from Singapore’s Dudleyville…”

Without Charles even saying the crowd know who is going to pop through the curtain and begin to chant for the former World Champion;

[align=center]”GIVE US WOOD!

GIVE US WOOD!

GIVE US WOOD!”
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Charles Cruz: “FFFRRRREEEEAAAAKKKKK DUDDDDLLLLEEYYYYY!!!”

DV: “Freak Dudley one of the greatest hardcore legends of all time. Not to mention World Champions of all time. Welcome back to FIW, Freaky!”

CM: “Its only for one night dumb ass.”

DV: “What did you just call me? Don’t think just because I’m in a wheel chair…”

KR: “Calm down you two. We still have one more judge to be revealed.”

The freak of Dudleyville steps through the smoke created by the explosions on the stage and stands on the edge of the stage with a glazed look in his eyes peering out as if he is looking for a table. He then throws up a pose for the crowd before making his way down to the ring to join Hybrid.

Charles Cruz: “What would a meeting of Slam! Legends be without this person? They are by far the best looking Slam! International Champion ever. Please join me in welcoming back to the FIW for this one time appearance……TOMOKO......ONNNNAAAMMMAARRRRIIII!!!!!!”

The crowd jump to their feet and scream at the top of their lungs and many cat calls are heard as the greatest Slam! International Champion of all time steps out onto the stage in a very provocative outfit and smiles widely for everyone to see.

CM: “Holy Shit! She’s hot! I’ll be right back. I need to get her digits!”

Chip moves to stand up but Dean reaches out and grabs him by the back of his jacket and pulls him back down into his seat.

DV: “You’ll stay right here and do your fucking job, asshole!”

Chip glares at Dean but knows he’ll still get his ass kicked if he attempts anything so he staying content with watching Tomoko walk down the ramp and settling herself next to Freak and Hybrid at the judges table.

KR: “Three of Slam!’s greatest of all times and all legends in their own right. Now its time for the champion and the challenger!”

Just as those words escape from Kurt’s mouth a familiar music hits the arena.

The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entry ramp the first few rifts of “Out of Control” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the flames filled stage.

Charles Cruz: “Introducing first from Fairfield, Connecticut and weighing in at 240 pounds….”

[align=center]I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
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The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the flames and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s pleasure as he begins to taunt the crowd with his infamous ‘X’.

Charles Cruz: “He is the challenger and number one contender to the Slam! World Heavyweight Championship…….’Mr. Phenomenal’ SEEEAAANNN MMMMAADDDDRRROOOXXXX!!!”


[align=center]Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
Cause I don't know
If I can trust you
All of the things you've said to me
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He begins to walk down the ramp admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ once again, soaking in the adrenaline.


[align=center]I may never know the answer
To this endless mystery
[/align]

The ladies in the audience go wild as he reaches the apron of the ring and climbs the stairs and he struts himself into the ring; he removes his leather trench coat and climbs the turnbuckle and poses as flashes hit his body.

[align=center]Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
Is it a mystery?
Is it a mystery?
[/align]

He then removes his translucent shirt and throws it off as his flexes for the crowd a bit demonstrating his roguish looks as he waits for the champions, Matt Impact.

KR: “Madrox looks focused tonight. He really wants to be World Champion again and it shows!”

CM: “He was never World Champion.”

DV: “Yes he was dumb ass.”

CM: “No. *stresses words* Sean Madrox was not. Slayer was but not Sean Madrox.”

KR: “You know, you really annoy me sometimes. I really don’t know why I continually stop Dean from beating you like he’s wanted to so many times.”

DV: “I still will if you want!”

Dean looks to Chip with an evil grin on his face and Chip slides his chair away from Dean.

KR: “No…No…That’s alright. We’ve got a match to call. Maybe another time.”

Dean looks disappointed that he wasn’t given the go ahead by Royle but is soon distracted as Charles begins to announce the champion.

Charles Cruz: “Now for your Slam! World Heavyweight Champion…..”

The hate and distain for Matt Impact are so thick through out the arena you could cut it with a knife and the audience lets you feel their dislike for the champion as Charles announces him.

Charles Cruz: “From Staten Island, in this great state of New York. He weighed in this evening at 287 pounds……He is the self proclaimed…”Greatest Of All Time” MATT IMMMMPPPPACCCTTTT!!!”

Suddenly, the light dim in the arena so that all that is lighted is the ramp way and the ring. Shortly after the lights dim a guitar solo is heard throughout the arena for a few seconds, until…

[align=center](I Realize)
All I want
All I need
Always lies just out of reach
I've been coming up empty.

(I Realize)
Run as fast as I can run
Pushed as hard as anyone
Still, there's nothing for me (oh).
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…the lyrics of the beginning of Race Against Myself by Offspring is heard throughout the arena as the jeers are heard from the crowd! They are standing on their feet, as suddenly out of the dimly lit entrance way walks out Matt Impact with his title strapped around his waist. The second Matt steps foot on the ramp the lights brighten up on the rampway and ring but the crowd lights stay dark. Matt is wearing black and white shorts, black wrestling boots, and he has straps white tape around both of his wrists. The crowd is booing as Matt walks to the ring at a normal pace with a smirk on his face.


[align=center](And I want)
I've tried as hard as I can.
(And I need)
I've taken all I can stand.
(And I fall)
But I am running a race,
Against myself
Against myself, yeah!
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As the chorus of Race Against Myself is heard, Matt is at the bottom of the ramp, when he lifts up his arms in the air and slowly stretches them down to a muscle flex. Matt holds the flex for a few seconds, and during the duration of the flex, gold spark pyros shoot out the sides of the ramp and from the ring. After the pyros commence the lights turn bright throughout the arena. Impact smirks as the fans continue to jeer and as he runs to slide into the ring, he does so bouncing around and practically taunting the crowd. As Impact gets up after sliding into the ring, he goes over to the nearest turnbuckle and once on top of it he quickly unstraps his title and holds it high in the air with great pride as the fans just boo! Impact then jumps down from the turnbuckle and hands the title with care to the ref. He then goes to the center and does his usual run in place and throws punches in the air to get warmed up and the crowd booing.


KR: “The judges are here, the challenger is here,….”

CM: “And most importantly the champion is here!”

DV: “Lets get this thing underway!”

Tommy Owens is the overseeing official for this match up and he checks in with both men before the bout begins to see if they have any questions or concerns before he calls for the opening bell. Both men check out just fine and he then takes the belt from Matt Impact and turns showing it to Madrox who is waiting in the middle of the ring for him. Matt moves straight to the middle of the ring as well and stares Sean down while he takes a good look at the prize he is fighting for. Owens then hoists the belt up in the air which draws a large reaction from the crowd and then steps towards the ropes calling for the bell as he and the belt escape from the ring before the match up starts.

[align=center]DING

DING


ROUND 1[/align]

KR: “The beginning of the first fifteen minute round and Tommy Owens leaves the ring as he will not play a part in this judge’s rule match up.”

CM: “He could have taken the night off then.”

KR: “Hardly. He still has to oversee the match to make sure it follows the New York State Athletic Commissions guidelines.”

DV: “Guidelines I’m sure either of these men with be thinking too much about while they settle this very personal feud tonight. I’m sure we’ll see wrestling, along with some brawling, and then some just straight up trying to hurt each other!”

Both Madrox and Impact stand put in their neutral position staring each other down for several moments after the opening bell to the first round begins. Anticipation of the first move by the other is clearly on the others minds as they watch for movement or even a thought of a movement from another. Just then Matt shakes his wrist and Madrox kicks his leg out to the side and at that precise moment both men charge full steam at each other. Fists fly as the opening action of this five round match up begin with neither man gaining a distinct advantage. The crowd works into a frenzy cheering on the brawling as either Matt or Sean refuse back down from the other.

It is Matt though that gains the advantage first lifting a knee into the mid section of Madrox and then driving upward into the head of his opponent with a hard European uppercut. Madrox staggers backwards holding his jaw and Matt charges forward like a out of control locomotive with a huge clothesline. However the experience of Mr. Phenomenal wins out and he ducks through the clothesline and as the champion turns to relock in on his target. Instead though he is met with a hard chop to the chest by the former champion, Madrox then follows in with another open hand slap to Impact’s chest. This forces the champion into the ropes and the man formerly known as Slayer grabs Matt by the arm and pulls him out of the ropes whipping him toward the opposing ropes. Impact uses his whit and reverses the whip sending Madrox for the ropes. Though the champ does not release and pulls Sean back with a short arm and clotheslines him hard to the mat.

KR: “Impact using his brute strength to slow Madrox down.”

DV: “That’s ok. If Sean Madrox was smart...which I know he is. He would keep the first couple rounds nice and slow anyway.”

CM: “Reserve his energy so that he can last through the five rounds if he has to.”

Impact holds onto the arm of his challenger and yanks him back up off the mat and back to his feet. He then drags Madrox into himself and hooks his arm over his head and sets up for a suplex. He begins to lift him up off his feet but Sean kicks his legs trying to shift momentum. This does not work so effectively as Matt continues to pull him up off his feet and Mr. Phenomenal’s struggles prove effective as he causes Matt to stagger and drop his opponent to the ring apron and over the top ropes. Madrox then moves to try and lift the big man but again using his strength Impact does not allow the suplex. Instead then Madrox grabs him around the neck and drops down to the arena floor stun gunning him over the top rope.

As Matt reels back holding his throat Sean quickly reaches under the ropes grabbing him by his legs and pulls him off his feet. Madrox then bounds up to the ring apron and then launches himself over the top rope catapulting himself over the top rope with a leg drop that plants squarely over the champions chest. The crowd let out a tremendous cheer for the contender as he climbs back up to his feet and moves back after Impact.

DV: “I have to say that was one beautiful catapult leg drop by Madrox. He needs to keep up a strong offensive to keep this round with in reach.”

KR: “There are about seven minutes left in this round and Slayer needs to keep Impact floored if he wants to take the round!”

Madrox then moves to the ropes bouncing off and sprints back in the direction of Matt leaping into the air and extending an elbow and drives it hard into the chest of the champ. Impact sits straight up holding the center of his chest while gasping for air. Sean rolls quickly back up to his feet and then jumps to the air again connecting a hard drop kick to the back of his opponent’s neck. Matt jolts forward and then his body retracts backward with his head hitting with a loud thud to the mat. The champ then moves to roll to his feet and get away from the borage being brought on by Mr. Phenomenal. As Matt moves to his hands and knees Madrox charges forward and steps straight up onto his back and leaping off onto the middle rope as he presses Matt down to his stomach. He then springs off the ropes and flips backward attempting a spring board moonsault but Impact moves up to his knees at the last minute causing him to crash chest first into the mat. Impact then walks forward on his knees and rolls his challenger over onto his back and covers for what appears to be a pinfall.

CM: “What the hell there are no pinfalls in this match up!”

KR: “Take a closer look there, Chip!”

DV: “He’s choking the shit out of Madrox!”

Matt clenches his hands firmly around Sean’s throat choking him violently with no relent..(get it..its Reletless..HaHa!) Madrox kicks his feet struggling to get free and catch some air but Matt does not appear to be wanting to let loose anytime soon.

KR: “I’m sure the judges cannot be looking on these actions by Matt Impact too highly.”

After what seems like forever Matt releases the choke and leaves Sean rolling to his side gasping to catch his breath. Impact moves over his opponent and begins dropping clubbing forearms over the side of his head trying to knock his opponent unconscious. Though Madrox continues to roll out of harms way with Impact following and clubbing him harder and harder the more he escapes. This continues on until Madrox manages to roll himself out of the ring and hold himself up on the ring apron. He then walks about the outside of the ring catching his breath. Matt climbs up to his feet and stoops over the top rope taunting Sean to get back into the ring. Madrox takes his time outside of the ring and as the champion begins to come after him he quickly slides under the bottom rope catching Matt off guard. He moves quickly to his feet and jumps into action placing a low drop kick into the side of the big man’s leg. The champion’s leg buckles and he topples back into the ring holding onto his leg.

Sean then moves over the champ and begins to drive hard boots into the side of his knee cap. He then reaches down and grabs Matt by the foot and jerks his leg straight out hyper extending his leg. Again he pushes the leg in and jerks it out putting more pain on the sore area of his leg and more specifically his knee. Madrox attempts this for a third time but Matt manages to get both of his legs behind it and shoves Sean off and into the corner with great force. Though this does not slow the former champion down as he dives back forward planting a well placed elbow into the knee and grabs his foot applying pressure on the leg and twists it side ways using his body to add pressure to the knee cap as he pulls on the foot.

CM: “Nice submission based maneuver by Madrox as he continues to work on the sore knee of Impact.”

KR: “Not to mention right in time for the closing seconds of this round. We are about thirty seconds from our first three minute mandatory rest period.”

DV: “We will see this round ended off with a submission hold by the challenger.”

As the seconds wind down for the first round Matt reaches up grabbing Sean by the back of the hair and pulls back trying to get him to release some of the pressure on his knee. He then begins laying into Madrox with massive open hand slaps to the head which causes the hold to loosen as the bell signifying the end of the round sounds.

[align=center]DING

DING

DING
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Supervising official, Tommy Owens climbs into the ring along with a few of the FIW trainers and they go straight to the men separating them into different corners for their rest period as the judges begin to tabulate their decision for this rounds victor. The submission hold is broken by Owens and one of the trainers. Each man is then escorted to their respective corner and checked on by the trainers as well as Tommy Owens who makes his rounds to each man reminding them of both the rules and checking on their physical condition. Both men check out ok and they acknowledge they still understand the rules as Charles Cruz begins to speak to those in attendance.

Charles Cruz: “That completes round one. The judges votes should be in shortly.”

The camera angle switches down to the judges desk and pans over all three judges. Hybridseems to already have his mind made up and is sitting with his vote turned upside down so we cannot see it. Freak is diligently writing his vote down with a thick black marker but uses his arm to cover it up so that the camera does not reveal it too early. Finally, the camera makes its way to Tomoko who is still reviewing her notes of the match and giving a glance up into the ring at either of the competitors. She then pulls down her vote card and grabs her marker pulling the cap off with her teeth and before she starts writing she shoos the camera away shaking a finger at them as if they were naughty.

The camera moves back into the ring and takes one last look the competitors who have their eyes dead locked on each other. The anticipation to get back into action is evident in either man as they stare each other down.

Charles Cruz: “The judges votes are in and we will find out our winner of the first round of this Slam! Stamina Series shortly. We will start out with Hybrid. Who did you cast you vote for as the winner of this round, Hybrid?”

Hybrid flashes his card up quickly and then places it back down on the desk before anyone can see his choice. He then laughs and slaps his knee as he pulls the card back up this time upside down but the realizes his mistake and flips it over so that we can see it correctly.

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[align=center]Hybrid



Matt Impact
[/align]


Charles Cruz: “Hybrid casts his vote for Matt Impact.”

The crowd boo loudly at his vote but the massive hooded man waives off the fans as Charles Cruz moves on to the next judge.

Charles Cruz: “We now move onto Freak Dudley’s vote. Freak who did you vote for?”

Without any hesitation Freak holds up his vote for all to see and proudly displays his vote.

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[align=center]Freak Dudley



Sean Madrox
[/align]


Charles Cruz: “Freak votes Madrox. That’s one Impact, one Madrox. Tomoko is the deciding vote. Who did you vote for Ms. Onamari?”

Tomoko takes a moment to peak back at her card and then smiles as she turns it around revealing the deciding vote for the round.

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[align=center]Tomoko Onamari



Sean Madrox
[/align]


Charles Cruz: “Tomoko also votes for Sean Madrox giving him the victory of the first round. That puts Madrox ahead going into the second round.”

Matt appears appalled at the decisions of Tomoko and Freak and bursts out of the corner and leans over the ropes screaming at the two for what he claims is favoring Madrox because they are friendly with him.

KR: “Oh get over it. Hybridvoted for you because he dislikes Madrox. Plus if it were up to me I would have given the round to Madrox as well!”

CM: “Is it up to you?”

KR: “You know what I meant.”

CM: “If its not up to you then keep your opinion to yourself!”

DV: “He’s entitled to his opinion just like your entitled to being gay.”

CM: “Its not the…Hey wait a minute!”

KR & DV: “HAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

[align=center]DING

DING


ROUND 2[/align]

The trainers and Tommy Owens quickly climb out of the ring as the opening bell for the second round sounds. Sean Madrox quickly bolts out of his corner trying to gain the control of the round early while Impact has his attention on the judges. Though it is to Madrox’s surprise that as he moves in Matt rears back with a huge elbow that connects with his jaw. Sean turns around staggering away holding his jaw as Matt takes pursuit and raises both hands and drives them down in the middle of Sean’s upper spine with a double axe handle. He then drops down to his hands and knees. As he moves to get back up to his feet Matt moves over him straddling his back and reaches over grabbing under his chin with one hand and with his free hand drops a clubbing blow to Madrox’s forehead. The champion continues to hold onto the chin of the challenger and delivers another massive blow to his forehead. Madrox tries to slump down and escape but Impact will not have any of it and pulls the challenger up by his chin and to his feet. He then pushes Madrox back first into a corner and moves in connecting with a series of blows to his mid section.

[align=center]RIGHT,

LEFT,

RIGHT,

LEFT,

RIGHT
[/align]

Sean slumps down into a seated position and Matt leans in on him pressing his knee into the throat of his challenger draining more oxygen from his body. Matt does not hold this for long and then drives a big boot into his chest and reaches down and picks him back up to his feet and drives his head into the turnbuckle with great force over and over. Impact then pulls Madrox out and whips him across the ring and into the ropes. He follows after and as his opponent rebounds he goes for a clothesline but Madrox is quick to thinking and ducks the stiff arm and makes way for the ropes again. Matt turns to see where Sean went and he comes sprinting at him. The champion thinks quick and lifts a huge boot placing all his weight on his injured leg and drives the uninjured into the head of Madrox as he returns.

Matt then hobbles momentarily on his leg clearly favoring it still and then screams out in rage as he flexes his muscles and talks trash to Mr. Phenomenal as the crowd jeer loudly at the champions burst of rage.

DV: “Matt Impact is kicking as and will come back later to take names.”

CM: “He is clearing sending a message to Slayer that he was not happy about the result of that first round.”

KR: “Happy or not. He needs to guard that leg and not let Madrox know that it is bothering him still. If the former champion realizes there is an injury he will focus on it and stick to it!”

Still hovering over Madrox, Matt reaches down grabbing his opponent up once again to his feet and pulls back his head and drives it forward with a massive head butt. He then grabs Madrox by the arm and pulls him in for some sort of short arm maneuver but Madrox is able to slip past him and behind grabbing him around the waist to attempt a quick german suplex but is unable to get him off his feet. Matt turns his head to look back at Madrox and then throws an elbow back but Sean ducks it and moves through grabbing Matt by the leg and tossing the champion to the mat and rolling through with the leg toss and into a single leg crab that is much to the crowds delight.

Madrox leans backwards with all of his weight and wrenches the leg of the champion with the submission move. Impact screams out in pain and struggles to pull himself forward as the challenger holds on applying more and more pressure the more the champion moves toward the ropes. The crowd get behind Madrox and begin to chant for him as he puts the pain on the champion.

[align=center]”PHE-NOMEN-AL!!!

PHE-NOMEN-AL!!!

PHE-NOMEN-AL!!!”
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Sean gets pumped up as the fans cheer him on and he leans farther back but this does not slow Matt down as he drags Sean back a few more inches and is almost with in reaching distance of the ropes. So close in fact that his finger tips graze the bottom rope as he reaches out.

DV: “I don’t know what he’s trying to accomplish. There will be nobody there to break the hold once he gets to the ropes.”

Matt then pulls himself up into the push up position and then dives forward grabbing the ropes and pull himself in to the ropes with all his strength. This causes Sean to fall off balance and Matt the chance to slide out of the ring and give his leg time to recuperate before getting back to action in the ring. He begins to move around the ring but then crosses over to the security barrier where he begins to pull on a section of it to pull it away from the crowd. Security try to stop him to retain the safety of the crowd but Matt is very menacing when they get near and they back off.

KR: “What are those guys getting paid for? What exactly are they keeping safe? They are supposed to hire guys that aren’t afraid of the wrestlers.”

DV: “So basically they should hire talented wrestlers?”

KR: “Well no but…”

DV: “Who else would not be afraid of a man that is six foot five, two hundred and eighty seven pounds?”

CM: “Good point!”

Matt then turns his attention back to the ring just as Madrox climbs out to assure his opponent does not get too much of a rest and catches him with a hard right hand. Matt returns the blow and the two begin to exchange punches back and forth. This continues on for several seconds before Matt draws a thumb up and places it in the corner of Sean’s eye blinding him momentarily. He then scoops down and picks Sean up over his head and then drops him down on the security railing his just finished positioning moments ago. Sean recoils off and holds his jaw as he falls down to a seated position on the floor and Impact is quick to lift him up and roll him back into the ring following after. He then hoists Sean back to his feet and pulls his head in between his legs setting up for a powerbomb.

KR: “This round is about to expire folks and I already have a winner choose for it.

CM: “Again….We DON’T CARE!”

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DING

DING
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Even though the bell rings before Matt can get Madrox up for the powerbomb he continues with the move lifting him up off his feet and hurling him into the air before slamming him down to the mat with a horrendous….

[align=center]THUD!!![/align]

The bell rings again as the Tommy and the trainers climb into the ring pulling Matt back to his corner as he screams in the direction of Sean Madrox who is laying prone on the mat from the massive impact from the powerbomb.

[align=center]DING

DING

DING
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Owens and all the trainers manage to restrain Matt to his corner as the judges jot notes down on their legal pads and look up trying to soak in every bit of action to make their official ruling on the round. Two of the trainers then break free from Matt and help pick Sean up off the mat carefully and walk him slowly to his corner as Charles Cruz checks in for the officials rulings for this round.

Charles Cruz: “My god what a round! It looks like all the votes are tabulated….Let’s start this time with Freak Dudley. Freak how did you vote?”

Freak smiles and flips his card over while shrugging his shoulders as the crowd boo him for his vote. He only shakes his head as if he feels he made the right decision.

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Matt Impact
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Charles Cruz: “Freaky chooses Matt and I agree. This round was clearly a Matt Impact round. Good job, Matt!”

KR: “What the hell? It is our job not to show bias and that is what he just did!”

CM: “Oh pull your big ass granny panties out of your ass, Royle!”

DV: “Plus I don’t think it was bias. He was just stating his opinion much like you did earlier.”

Charles now looks down over Tomoko Onamari and gives her a flirtful wink that she blushes at and smiles.

Charles Cruz: “Tomoko darling. Who did you vote for?

Onamari turns her card over and too shrugs her shoulders at her vote but shows confidence that it was the right vote.

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[align=center]Tomoko Onamari



Matt Impact
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The crowd boo loudly as they know that Matt has already won this round and it does not matter what Hybrid votes.

Charles Cruz: “That is two votes for Matt Impact. He has already won the vote. But what the heck we have a about a minute left to kill. Hybrid what was you vote?”

Hybrid smiles and then flips his poster board sign over revealing his vote and neatly printed on the sign is:

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[align=center]Hybrid



NOT

SEAN MADROX…

MATT IMPACT!
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The crowd begin to cheer the former X-cutioner’s member when they see the name of his former partner, Sean Madrox but those cheers turn quickly into boos as they realize what it is he really wrote on the card.

Charles Cruz: “HaHaHa…You’re a sneaky one Mr. Hybrid. That you are! Hybridvotes Matt Impact and that makes the vote for the champion unanimous. Matt Impact wins the second round!”

Matt raises his hands in victory and holds up two fingers and then with his other hand draws his other hand in a slicing motion across his throat and then points to Madrox who is still groggily standing in the corner.

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DING
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KR: “This Slam! Stamina Series is tied at one and one. Matt Impact comes into this next round with the advantage due to his last minute attack on Madrox as the last round closed out!”

CM: “He was mid move when the bell rang.”

KR: “Well I wasn’t contesting that but I will beg to differ.”

DV: “Regardless…You have to do what you have to do in order to get this type of match won and that is exactly what Matt Impact did!”

Tommy and the trainers again clear out of the ring as round three begins. Sean begins to stagger along the ropes watching Matt as he stalks him from a far and begins to move closer and closer. As he approaches the weakened Mr. Phenomenal though he finds himself on the end of a surprise boot to the stomach. This hardly slows the champion down though and he moves back in after Sean. Another boot is placed to his mid section and this one doubles him over slightly and Sean moves into action toward him. Though Matt is still not off enough to allow Sean to get any sort of advantage and slaps a hand out wrapping it firmly around the throat of his challenger and shoves him firmly back into the corner and charges in with a shoulder block that is dodged and he connects with the upper turnbuckle as Madrox pulls himself up onto the top.

Matt staggers out backwards holding his shoulder and Sean takes this to his advantage jumping off the top rope and leaping over Matt with a flip over neck breaker that drives both men down to the mat hard. Sean then rolls over to the ropes and leans himself up against the bottom rope to gain his wind and figure out what he will do next. This allows Matt time to roll up to his hands and knees. Madrox too then starts to pull himself to his feet and both men stagger to opposite ropes and rest against them. They stare each other down and then at the same precise moment they move toward the center of the ring and at each other Sean goes for a clothesline but Matt ducks and Madrox leaps over top of him. As the Phenomenal one turns Matt is charging at him with a clothesline of his own and Sean drops down to the mat and Impact jumps over top of him and bounces off the ropes. Sean starts to get up but Matt comes back and he drops down to the mat again. This time when he gets up to his feet he moves to go after Matt who sweeps him off his feet and twirls him up into a side walk slam and drops him hard onto the mat. He then sits up brushing his hands together proud of himself for the damage he’s inflicted on his opponent.

KR: “My gawd…Matt Impact is a monster. Can anyone stop him?”

CM: “I could name a couple but I will choose not to as I am a Matt supporter.”

DV: “Better that than his athletic supporter!”

KR: “Go ahead then. Who?”

CM: “I can’t think of any right now.”

KR: “Yeah see there aren’t many if any.”

DV: “How about Jack Manson? I bet he’d school that rookie!”

KR: “After his victory over Ragin’ tonight I would say anything is possible!”

Matt then crawls over top of Sean and begins to beat away at his face with massive right hands and the challenger brings his hands up over his face to protect himself. He then shoves his hands up bursting Matt’s arms apart and causing him to fall forward slightly. Sean then grasps up in some sort of strangle hold and then grapevines his legs around Impact’s body. Matt frantically flails his arms and manages to get a couple blows in on Madrox causing him to release the strangle hold. He then moves up to his knees holding his throat and coughing out the choke he was just in. This allows Sean time to kick with a free foot to Matt’s stomach and then as he doubles over the challenger springs up to his feet and prepares to move into action. Though this plan of attack is stopped short as Matt jolts upward bringing a stiff arm into the testicles of his opponent.

KR, CM, & DV: “OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Madrox collapses down to the mat holding onto his nads as he rolls on his side trying to recover from the blow. Matt then angrily climbs to his feet grabbing Madrox and pulling him up with him. He then hurls the challenger to the corner and follows after with a huge clothesline that nearly flattens Madrox into the corner. As he begins to fall out and onto his face Matt catches him and wraps an arm around his neck and drops him down to the mat with a DDT. Madrox’s head recoils off and he flops over onto his back staring up and the lights occasionally blinking but not moving much more than that.

Matt then slides to the outside of the ring and stomps around to the announce booth and scoops up an extra chair that is leaning folded up next to the time keeper table. He then moves back for the ring throwing the chair up over the top rope and into the ring as he slides in behind it. Once back in the ring he moves directly to the chair scooping it up in his hands and gaining a firm grip. He then stands just out of Sean’s line of sight and waits patiently for the challenger to get up to his feet growing more and more impatient the longer it takes for him to get up. Slowly Madrox starts to move to his feet and Impact begins to rear back preparing for what will be a crucial blow as Sean now pushes up to his feet.

[align=center]WHACK!!!![/align]

Just as Sean makes it completely up right Matt charges across the ring swinging the chair with one large swoop and makes connection with his challenger’s skull. Instantly, Madrox collapses to the mat face first and kicks his leg to the mat in pain as he holds his face in agony. Matt who is still holding onto the chair moves over and places it directly over the back of his opponents head and then squares it up. He moves back to the ropes rebounding off and then as he approaches Madrox he leaps into the air and drops a huge knee onto the chair nearly crushing his head on contact.

Though this causes severe damage to Sean it also aggravates the knee injury Matt sustained early in the match and he rolls over on to his side and howls out in pain holding onto his knee. Both men lay out with Madrox slowly sliding the chair off the back of his head and turning his body so that he is face up. His hand is grasped over his face and once he pulls it from his face both his hand and forehead are covered in blood.

DV: “Madrox is busted open. This is quickly becoming my kind of match.”

CM: “I think I’m going to be sick!”

KR: “I thought you liked bloody matches?”

CM:blarggghhhhhhhh

KR: “Oh gross!”

DV: “Well at least he made it into the garbage can.”

Sean shows true perseverance as he rolls to the rope and begins to pull his broken body up with their assistance. He then looks around as the blood trickles down his face and spots Impact holding his leg and smiles. Then he brings up his hand and rubs the blood that is pooling into his eyes and wipes them clear. That is when he spots the chair laying just feet away. He staggers over grabbing the chair and then stumbles his way over to Impact raising the chair so that it is in vertical position. Once over the champion he drives the top edge of the seat back into his knee repeatedly causing further damage to the already injured area.

He then begins to slam the chair over the leg repeatedly screaming at Matt with every blow. Sean then hurls the chair aside and pounces on top of his opponent and begins blasting him in the face furiously with right and left hand punches.

[align=center]RIGHT,

LEFT,

RIGHT,

LEFT,

RIGHT

“MAD-ROX!!!

MAD-ROX!!!

MAD-ROX!!!”[/align]

The crowd chant wildly for the challenger as he pummels the champion with no stop in near sight.

[align=center]DING

DING

DING
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The trainers and Owens hurriedly climb into the ring and remove Mr. Phenomenal from the top of the champion. He turns and starts to fight them as well but quickly notices who it is and restrains himself. They haul him off to his corner as Matt lies trying to recover from the surprise rush in adrenaline by his opponent.

Charles Cruz: “That is the end of round three. Our judges will begin tallying their votes.”

Once Madrox is calmed in his corner two of the trainers move from him and help Matt to his feet escorting him to his corner. Tommy finishes checking on Madrox as the trainers wipe some of the blood away from his face. He then heads over to Impact and the camera turns panning over the judges on the outside as all three write down their votes on their voting boards. They pan back in and Impact is heavily favoring his leg and Tommy is prodding him about whether or not he will be able to continue but Matt refuses to give up to the official. Tommy then moves to the center of the ring and makes motion to Charles Cruz that he they are ready in the ring for the official announcement.

KR: “I don’t know if Matt should be continuing on. His leg is pretty banged up.”

CM: “The same would go for Madrox then he is pretty busted open. He is losing pints of blood as we speak.”

DV: “But both men want one thing more than anything. The Slam! Heavyweight Championship.”

Charles Cruz: “Alright. The judges appear ready to reveal their votes. We will start first with the foxy, Tomoko Onamari this time!”

Tomoko blushes and smiles then blows a little kiss to Charles Cruz. She then grasps onto her voting board and flips it over revealing her vote.

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[align=center]Tomoko Onamari



Matt Impact
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The crowd boo loudly that the champion received a vote for this round but there is not much they can do as the vote is already cast.

Charles Cruz: “Ok and the first vote from our sexy, Tomoko Onamari is for the champion, Matt Impact. Hybrid you are next. Who do you vote for?

CM: “Man Charles is laying it on thick. Doesn’t he know that the Asian women like a lot of cream in their coffee.”

KR: “You know you’d be doing the same thing if you were up there. Your just jealous.”

Hybrid flips his card over without a care in the world and reveals his third round vote.

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[align=center]Hybrid



MATT IMPACT!
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Charles Cruz: “Matt Impact taking up two rounds in a row. He now leads Sean Madrox two rounds to one. Now just for fun as it really does not matter. Freaky who did you vote for?

Freak smiles sheepishly and flips his card over shrugging his shoulders as if there is nothing he can do.


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[align=center]Freak Dudley



Sean Madrox
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The crowd pop loudly even though the vote means nothing at all toward this round. More so for the fact that it was for Sean Madrox who is their favorite. Freak then scribbles his signature on the vote board and hands it out into the audience for some lucky fan member to have as a souvenir.

Charles Cruz: “With all our votes in now we have about ten seconds before our next round begins.”

Cameras pan to Sean Madrox who has trainers crowded around him. They have managed to stop the bleeding on his head for now and are helping him stretch his body out as he prepares to move into the next round. On the opposite side of the ring trainers are helping the champion work some stiffness out of his knee and giving him some advice to protect it going into the next round.

[align=center]DING

DING
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[align=center]ROUND 4[/align]

Without hesitation Madrox burst through the trainers not allowing them any time to get out of the ring. He barely knocks one over in the process but he does not seem to care as he charges eagerly at the champion who sees him moving toward him. All the trainers and Tommy escape the ring quickly as all hell is about to break loose. Impact moves for the center of the ring and as Madrox gets close he lifts his big boot trying to catch the challenger before he is caught. Though to his surprise Sean ducks under the big boot and turns in mid sprint crouching down and waits for the champion to look to see where he has gone.

[align=center]CRACK!!![/align]

KR: “OH MY GOD!! YESSSS!!”

Just as Matt turns into the challenger he is caught out of no where when Sean springs upward with a huge super kick planted firmly into his jaw.

DV: “I believe Madrox has just won this round!”

CM: “Holy Shit! Did anyone get the license plate number of that truck?”

KR: “BLACK OUT!!! BLACK OUT!!!”

Matt topples backwards like a ton of bricks and lies out motionless on the ground. Sean then poses and smiles for the crowd as the cheer loudly for him. He then runs across to the corner and hops up on the second turnbuckle throwing up the infamous ‘X’ taunt while soaking in the adoration of the fans in attendance. Sean then grabs hold of the top rope and with a single bound pulls himself up onto the top turning himself toward Matt as he taunts again to the crowd and lines Impact up into his sights. The challenger then leaps into the air flipping backward with a shooting star press as those in attendance gasp at its beauty. He then lands straight on the mat face first and rolls around in pain and agony as the champion had enough sense about him to move at the last second causing the high risk maneuver to backfire.

DV: “How the hell did Matt Impact move after that super kick?”

KR: “I don’t know but Sean Madrox is in pain after the collision he just had with that mat!”

CM: “Matt Impact is the Greatest of All Time. Why else do you think he was able to move?”

Sean doubles up pushing onto his knees and holding his stomach while pressing his forehead into the mat and screaming out in pain. Impact groggily begins to push himself off the mat trying to get to his feet seeming even surprised himself that he was able to avoid the connection from that shooting star press. He manages to sit up against the ropes and reach up with both hands pulling himself slowly to his feet as Sean too does the same still holding onto his abdomen in pain but does not want the champion to get a chance to get one over on him. Both men then stagger along the ropes for a few moments before Matt is able to push off the ropes and stagger out toward the middle of the ring. Madrox sees him moving toward him and pushes off the ropes as well moving toward the champion.

Both men meet in the center of the ring and fists begin to fly. Matt appears to gain the advantage first booting Madrox in the stomach and knocking the wind from him even further. The champion then scoops down lifting his challenger up onto his shoulders in a firemen’s carry position.

KR: “He’s looking for the Impact Drop!”

Though before Matt is able to pull off his finishing move, Madrox is able to struggle free and slide down his back. He then charges forward shoving Matt toward the ropes and as the two hit the ropes the champ holds onto the top rope and the recoil from the ropes sends Madrox flopping backwards onto the mat. Sean rolls over and begins moving back to his feet but it is not long before Matt is right there grabbing him by the hair and driving a hard knee into his forehead. That is when you start to see blood dripping at a rather fast pace from the already injured forehead of Sean Madrox. Matt grabs Sean by the arm and with a great force hurls him across the ring and slams him violently into the opposing corner. He then follows in after with a massive clothesline that nearly rips Madrox’s head off and the challenger staggers out from the corner looking drunk as Matt pulls his body from his. This opens the opportunity for Matt to finish it off once again and he scoops down into the firemen’s carry once again.

KR: “Once again. Will he get it?”

Matt powers Madrox up onto his shoulder and then hooks his body dropping the head of Sean Madrox straight down into the mat with the Impact Drop. He then climbs to his feet letting out a massive growl and signals that Madrox is done. He then picks the challenger back up to his feet though he seems unable to stand on his own as Matt has to hold him up the whole time. The champ then begins to toy with his competitor slapping him in a very disrespectful manner and taunting the challenger. This continues on for several moments and the crowd boo and hiss loudly at the champ as he continues to mock the broken state of his opponent. Matt then hoist Sean up with both hands and wraps a hand around his throat choking him while pulling him close into his face and screaming at him about how he will never be good enough again to hold the World title.

It is to the surprise to all when Madrox spits a mouthful of blood out and straight into the eyes of the champ causing him to release the choke on him and drop him down to his feet. Madrox looks pissed as hell and begins darts forward punching at the face of the champion as he tries to remove the bloody spit from his eyes. Once he is able to see clearly again Matt begins to fight back exchanging blows with his opponent and the two go into fist and cuffs for several moments before Matt tries to cheap shot, Sean and it backfires. Instead Sean kicks Matt in the stomach and as he doubles over Madrox grabs him around the throat and lifts him with amazing strength for someone who has been through as much as he has. Matt’s feet dangle from the ground as Sean lifts him up into a choke and then drops his body forward into his choke slam finisher.

KR: “He hit the Lights Out! This has been an amazing round!”

CM: “Oh fuck!”

DV: “An amazing round indeed! Both men have pulled out all the tricks in the book for this round and its going to be hard to say who will take it!”

Sean gets back up to his feet clearly worn from the going on one hour of fighting with Matt Impact and stumbles backwards into the ropes and leans against them watching Matt lay on the ground twitching in pain from the finishing move. He then looks over his shoulder to see the time keeper staring at his watch and holding the bell gavel close by with in a about thirty second pass and the bell is rang.

[align=center]DING

DING

DING


Charles Cruz: “This brings us to the end of round four and my god what an intense round it was!”

Sean falls down to his hands and knees and is breathing heavily as Tommy Owens and the group of trainers climb into the ring. Two of the four trainers break away and group each of the men up and drag them into their corners where they are leaned back into the corner. They immediately go to work on the men checking to make sure they are suitable enough to continue to wrestle.

Cameras go to the outside of the ring and move along each judge who looks equally impressed with the action that happen this round and they are diligently looking over their notes deciding who should be the winner of this round.

KR: “This is going to be a tough round to call. These judges have one hell of a task ahead of them.”

DV: “If Matt takes this round it is over right here. If Sean takes it we go on for another fifteen minutes and these two are already beyond limits of exhaustion.”

CM: “My money says its over right here. These judges have heart and couldn’t possibly put these two through more pain and agony. I say they give it to Matt Impact right here!”

Tommy Owens checks on the champion who seems barely coherent but enough to say that he wants to continue if it comes to that. The official gets word from the trainers that Matt is indeed able enough to compete for at least another fifteen minutes and then he moves on to the other side of the ring. Once in Madrox’s corner he takes a look at the gash on his head and checks with the trainers who assure him that Madrox still has some fight left in him and that he is healthy enough to do so. He then checks with Madrox who does not even hesitate in saying he wants to continue.

Charles Cruz: “The round four votes are in lets go to the judges. We’ll start off with Hybrid this round. Who did you vote for?”

Hybrid does not appear happy at all but flips his card over to reveal the vote for all to see.

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[align=center]Hybrid



SEAN MADROX
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The crowd pop loudly as the man who has appeared bias against Sean Madrox to this point reveals his former partners name for the first vote.

Charles Cruz: “Hybrid surprisingly votes Sean Madrox. Freak Dudley who did you cast you vote for?”

Freak this time excitedly flips his card over and smiles big as he reveals his pick.


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[align=center]Freak Dudley



Sean Madrox
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The crowd pop again drowning out the announce team as they join in with the excitement.

KR: “Madrox has done it. He’s tied the vote up and they move into the fifth and final round!”

CM: “I’m going to have to say this is one of the greatest matches in the history of Slam! These two men are practically killing themselves for that World Heavyweight Championship!”

DV: “I’m going to have to agree with you, Chip. This will go down as my greatest Slam! match to date!”

Now before Charles can move on due to the crowd’s response in Madrox’s victory of round four. Tomoko flips her card over revealing her vote for all to see with a very large smile on her face.


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[align=center]Tomoko Onamari



Matt Impact
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Charles Cruz: “We’ve got a unanimous decision at the judges table. Sean Madrox takes round for leading us into the fifth and final round!”

The crowd continue to pop loudly and are all on their feet throwing things about and generally just getting psyched up about the match.

[align=center]DING

DING
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[align=center]ROUND 5
Final Round
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This time as the round begins both men are very apparently worn down from the over one hour of wrestling they have endured thus far. Though this does not stop either one of them from moving straight into the closing round looking to take the win. Sean is the first out of his corner and he heads right to Matt who begins to walk along the ropes and away from the challenger causing him to change direction. Once he catches up with the champion though he grabs him by the hair and pulls him in. This allows Matt to drive a quick elbow into his ribs knocking the wind out of him briefly but not slowing him down as he releases and drives upward with a huge European uppercut. Matt staggers into the ropes leaning back into them as he absorbs the blow. Sean then grabs him by the arm and whips him off the ropes prepared to send him across the ring. However Matt is quick to the reversal and rotates the whip and sends Madrox for the ride instead. He then charges after attempting to send the challenger over the ropes with a clothesline as he has his arm extended. But to his surprise Matt is on the receiving end of a low drop kick straight to his sore knee as Madrox rebounds off and thinks quickly.

KR: “Brilliant!”

DV: “There is the veteran experience coming into play for Sean Madrox!”

CM: “Either of you hear of Zach Gowen?

KR & DV: “Yeah!”

CM: “Well if he can do it on one leg then so can Matt Impact because he is the Greatest of All Time and Zach Gowen is just some handicap kid with a lucky break!”

Matt flops forward onto his stomach and then curls up holding his knee in pain. Madrox does not waste time and quickly flips the champion over so that he is face up and then moves back to an upright position. He then turns his back to the champion and flips backward landing straight on top of him with a standing moonsault. After connecting with the moonsault, Sean moves up to his knees and begins blasting the champion in the face with hard right hands. He then stands up again to his feet and moves around to the feet of Impact and grabs them up. Mr. Phenomenal then begins to set up for the figure four leg lock as Matt struggles to pull his body away to prevent any further damage to his knee.

DV: “Smart move by Madrox to keep Impact grounded.”

KR: “He definitely won’t win this round if he can’t get up!”

Sean steps through and begins to wrap Matt’s legs into the shape of a four, but as he turns through so that he can hook the move in Impact uses his good leg and shoves it into his challengers backside and shoves him off with great force. Sean goes flying forward and ends up straight into the ring post shoulder first. He screams out in pain and then drops out of the corner and into a seated position in the corner holding onto his shoulder in agony.

KR: “My gawd…I think he separated his shoulder!”

CM: “Good serves him right!”

KR: “Serves him right for what?”

CM: “For being alive!”

Matt slides his body along the ground pulling himself over the ropes where he pulls himself up into a seated position as well. He looks over at Madrox with an evil grin because of the damage he did to his shoulder and then proceeds to get up to his feet slowly paying caution to his injured leg as he rises up to his feet. He then hobbles over to Sean using the assistance of the ropes and then reaches down to lift him up. Though to his surprise Sean is still full of fight and with his good arm he belts out with a hard right hand straight into Matt’s knee cap which promotes a loud yelp. Instead of taking him down though this only infuriates Matt who reaches down grabbing Sean by the wrist of the arm with the hurt shoulder and yanks him up to his feet.

[align=center]”AAAAAAGGHHHGGGGGHHHHHH!!!![/align]

Sean screams fill the arena as Matt yanks him up by his injured shoulder and Matt does not show any sympathy to the situation and pulls Sean in as he drives forward with a massive shoulder block. Sean collapses back down to the mat but is jerked right back up and once on his feet Matt twists and turns his arm into a very uncomfortable position. He then pulls down very hard on the arm dropping the challenger to his knees practically begging to have his arm released. Matt instead bends the arm upward causing Sean to rise back up to his feet and onto his tip toes and then scoops in picking him up on to his shoulder. He then drives downward dropping Sean over his knee with an excruciating shoulder breaker. Madrox then drops to the ground and begins flopping around in pain holding onto his shoulder with a look of dire pain drawn over his face.

CM: “If his shoulder was not separated then it is now!”
KR: “Each man focusing on the injuries of the other in these final moments of the Slam! Stamina Series!”

DV: “Working on the others injuries is fine and dandy but one of them is going to have to pull something big off to take this match!”

Sean quickly rolls to the ropes and underneath trying to escape any further torture from the World champion and walks around the outside of the ring as Matt paces on the inside watching him very closely. Madrox rotates his arm slowly trying to work the pain out of it but it does not appear that much can relieve the agony that he is in. After making a rotation and a half of the ring Sean finally slides into the ring under the bottom rope and Matt charges in like a rabid dog and begins to kick him straight in the shoulder keeping him down to the mat as he does. Though Madrox manages to escape and burst up tackling Impact at the leg and taking him down to the ground with him. The two begin to throw punches back and forth and roll around on the mat trying to gain the advantage over the other but it is Matt who shoves Sean off the top of him and pulls himself up to his feet slowly.

Madrox gets to his feet as well still favoring the shoulder as he stalks Matt who now has his back turned to him pulling himself up in the corner. Sean waits patiently for Matt to turn around and then begins to move forward quickly as the champ turns his body out toward the center of the ring to look for his opponent.

KR: “BLACK OUT! This could be the big thing that takes the World title for Madrox!”

CM: “NO MATT DUCKED!”

DV: “IMPACT DROP!!!”

In a moment of seconds Sean goes for a super kick on Matt who quickly ducks out of harms way. Madrox turns back around to find out what happened and Matt hooks him up into the firemen’s carry and prepares to drop him with his finisher, but that too is quickly escaped as Sean manages to slip out and slide down the back of the champ. He then makes a quick move for the corner and with his good arm grabs hold of the top turnbuckle and bounds to the top perching himself. Matt turns around to see Madrox perched high on the top turnbuckle but he twists his knee the wrong way and falls forward. He manages to catch himself on the top rope barely holding on and this causes Sean to lose his footing and drop crotch first onto the top rope. His eyes roll into his head in pain as his testicles meet the top turnbuckle and Matt seeing the opportunity pulls himself all the way up on the ropes and begins to hobble over to Madrox who is still crotched on the top ropes.

KR: “This round is so close to over and we have yet to see either man stand out. How will the judges decide who will win?”

CM: Paper, rock, scissors?”

DV: *laughs*

Once in the corner with Sean, Matt belts out with two stiff right hands to the side of his head. He then climbs up onto the first turnbuckle warily of his knee and shoves Madrox up into an upright position. He then blasts the challenger again with a hard forearm shot but is surprised when that shot is returned by his opponent who still has some fight left in him. Matt steps up to the next turnbuckle and then grabs Sean by the hair and drives his head forward slamming their heads together with a sick head butt that smears the blood of his opponents on his head as well. He then hooks an arm under Sean’s crotch lifting him up a little and then wraps his hand over his head pulling him onto his shoulders.

KR: “My gawd…he isn’t!”

Matt then grabs onto the turnbuckle support and begins to step up to the top rope where the fans begin to boo loudly as they have a good idea what is going to happen next. Without wasting too much time Matt dives off the turnbuckle with a death valley driver sending both himself and Sean to the mat below with his opponents head getting crushed between him and the mat in the process.

KR, CM, & DV: “HOLY SHIT!!!!”

The crowd begin to echo the commentators as they chant loudly so that the whole arena is drowned out.

[align=center]”HOLY SHIT!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!”
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DV: “My god we were looking for something big but we were not expect that! Matt Impact just performed the Impact Drop off the top turnbuckle!”

CM: “Put a fork in him this match is done!”

KR: “I’ll give credit where credit is due! That was phenomenal!”

Both men lay out on the mat staring up at the ceiling and the lights as the crowd continue in their frenzy and the judges cringe at the sight of the wreck that is in the middle of the ring. They all begin to write on their vote boards as this match clearly has a winner and the time keeper rings the bell as the fifteen minute time limit expires.

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DING

DING
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KR: “This has been one hell of a match and I most certainly did not expect it to end like this!”

CM: “Are you whining because your boy, Sean Madrox didn’t win?”

KR: “Not at all. I was not expecting to see it end with a Impact Drop off the top rope!”

DV: “I don’t think any of us were!”

Tommy Owens and the trainers flood into the ring and the senior official wastes no time in motioning for the EMT’s who come racing down the ramp and slide into the ring to check on both the champion and the challenger.

Charles Cruz: “What a match! Give these two a huge round of applause!”

The crowd get to their feet and give both competitors a standing ovation for their performance this evening. The crowd then almost splits in half as they begin to chant loudly.

[align=center]”MAD-ROX!!!

IMP-ACT!!!

MAD-ROX!!!

IMP-ACT!!!

MAD-ROX!!!

IMP-ACT!!!”
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Charles Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen our judges have made their final decision and they do have a clear winner!”

The camera pans down to the judges who are waiting eagerly to reveal their votes for the winner of this round and the Slam! Stamina Series.

Charles Cruz: “We’ll start with Freak Dudley. Who did you vote for?”

Freak wastes no time in flipping over his voting board and revealing who he choose.

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MATT IMPACT
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Charles Cruz: “Matt Impact! We move onto Tomoko Onamari…Who did you choose?”

Tomoko as well flips her card over without wasting time.


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Matt Impact
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Charles Cruz: “Matt Impact. That is all we need but lets go ahead and see who Hybrid voted for.”

Hybrid flips his card over and on it is a message along with his vote.

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GREATEST MATCH OF ALL TIME!

MATT IMPACT!
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Charles Cruz: “The judges are unanimous in their votes and still Slam! World Heavyweight Champion, MATTTTTTT IMMMMPPPPPAAAACCCTTT!!!!!”

From inside the ring Matt’s hand can be seen raising from the mat and Tommy Owens drapes the belt over his broken body as the EMT’s work on getting both him and Madrox onto stretchers and out of the ring. All three judges stand and begin to applaud and the fans join in as each man is carted away up the ramp and the ring crew move into action to set the ring for the TNT main event.
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JH: I’ve got goose bumps, Thomas.

TM: This night has been insanity so far.

JH: Expect that to continue with tonight’s final main event. These two men absolutely hate each other and I dare say on a level higher than Jim and Rage.

TM: Not possible.

JH: Oh it’s possible. There’s no respect, there’s no like, it’s just pure unadulterated hate.

[align=center]The house lights drop and smoke billows out onto the stage. The crowd erupts upon hearing those first few chords. Their excitement hits another level when a large platform rises from the stage, the drums kick in, and Maynard James Keenan is standing in the forefront of the band. 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..."


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 stands no more than a foot away from MJK as he sings on.

”Help me understand why you've given in to all these reckless dark desires.”

He looks from the band out to the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin. He lifts his right arm into the air, holding the Spirit of Honor Championship high for them all to see.

”You're lying to yourself again, suicidal imbecile
Think about it, put it on the fault line.”


He drops his arm and makes his way down the walkway. Swytch steps through the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, looking out at the crowd.

“ What'll it take to get it through to you precious
I'm over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess. Why would I want to watch you.”


He hops off the turnbuckle, making his way to one of the far corners of the ring. He sits back against the turnbuckles and stares up the walkway to the stage.

” Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time
What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die.”


Tony Clarke takes the SoH belt from Swytch’s grasp as the band plays on through the song.[/align]

MA: The following contest is a fifteen minute Spirit of Honor rules, fifteen minute barbed wire ropes deathmatch FOR THE DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!!

JH: What an entrance for Swytch!

TM: Come on, what was so special about that? We’ve seen that done a hundred times before.

[align=center]The lights dim, save for one shaft of light that illuminates the stage and picks out A Perfect Circle. The crowd screams for them as they begin to play, their lead vocalist stepping up to his mic as he begins…

“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”


And the cheering turns to jeering in anticipation of Maclay’s arrival, and it grows in volume as he steps out onto the stage, GHC belt glinting in the lights as it rest around his waist. He pauses for a moment to look around the arena, glancing to the band and giving them a respectful nod.

“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”


He makes his way up the walkway, slow and deliberate like the song that plays him to the ring. As he reaches the squared circle he steps through the ropes and heads for the nearest turnbuckle, ascending it as the crowd continue to boo him. Once stood on the second rope he un-attaches his belt and holds it high above his head, letting it hang there for a few moments before he drops back down into the ring and hands it off to the ref. He turns back to watch the band finish off as he awaits the start of his match.[/align]

TM: Ha, now THAT’S how it’s done.

JH: *rolls eyes* In any case, that was a treat for the fans the way only Tuesday Night Throwdown can do it.

MA: Introducing first, from Odessa, Texas. He stands in at 6 feet and 1 inch and weighs 225 pounds. He is the challenger… SWYYYYYYYYYYYYYYTCH!! The crowd roars for the anti-hero in what could very well be his last chance at the Dual Crown… or even his last match in an FIW ring.

JH: This is it for Swytch. Do or die time for him. Either he wins the Dual Crown tonight, or he’ll never get another chance again.

TM: I’m banking on him losing. I’ve got a lot of money riding on this match and I can’t wait for Swytch to lose. The only thing better would be for him to give up and go home.

MA: And introducing his opponent, from Essex, England. Standing at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighing in at 242 pounds. He is the DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… he is… CHRIS MAAAAAACLAAAAAAAAAY!! And the crowd erupts into boos for TNT’s number one champion. He’s unaffected by them as his focus remains on the loathsome creature across the ring from him.

The band takes a second to acknowledge the crowd before bowing out behind the curtain. Maclay stands in the center of the ring and calls for Swytch to come meet him. With the complete Dual Crown in his hands, Tony Clarke holds the titles up for Swytch, Maclay, and all of Madison Square Garden to see. TC leans through the ropes and hands the belts off to the timekeeper. Maclay extends his hand to Swytch and the painted one reaches for it, but Maclay pulls it up and SLAPS SWYTCH ACROSS THE FACE!!

JH: What the fuck was that?!

TM: I saw nothing.

JH: That was a blatant sign of disrespect! This match is about honor and Maclay clearly showed disregard for that!

The crowd immediately explodes with boos. Swytch’s eyes narrow and he glares right into Maclay’s eyes. The Essex Beast grins widely right at Swytch. TC retreats back through the ropes of course seeing nothing that just happened. He takes in the scene before him and looks a little confused as he takes his place between Swytch and Maclay.

TC: For the first fifteen minutes of this match, my word is law. What I say goes and if either of you decide to disobey the rules or my warnings, this match will end immediately. Is that understood?

Swytch nods his agreement, his eyes never leaving Maclay’s face. Maclay returns the nod, his hateful gaze fixated on the painted face before him.

TC: Good. Shake hands and let’s get it on.

Maclay’s lips broaden into another grin as he extends his hand. Swytch quickly snatches it, squeezing Maclay’s hand in his own. Maclay returns the favor, tightening his grip on Swytch’s hand. Neither man seems ready to let go until Tony Clarke breaks their death grip on one another.

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

JH: Swytch has to be careful in these first fifteen minutes. This is a completely different environment for him.

TM: Don’t worry. Maclay will end this one in five.

JH: I wouldn’t give him that much credit. Maclay has to watch himself as well. He’s not exactly the cleanest competitor these days.

Maclay starts to circle backward around the ring, forcing Swytch join in this little dance. Maclay feigns in at Swytch causing him to jump back a little anticipating a move that never comes.

TM: Maclay already has Swytch where he wants him. He’s on his heels and the Essex Beast is ready to pounce.

Maclay feigns in again, but Swytch doesn’t fall for it, instead lunging forward and throwing a high roundhouse kick at Maclay’s head. Chris quickly ducks it and catches the kick, then spins Swytch down to the mat with a dragon screw. Maclay drops the leg choosing to back off instead of going in for the kill.

JH: Swytch got drawn in and paid the early price.

TM: That’s just a taste of what’s to come.

Swytch is back on his feet, bouncing on his toes a little more tentatively than before. Maclay closes the distance between them, backing Swytch toward the turnbuckles then lunges in with a heavy clothesline, but Swytch ducks underneath it and escapes to the safety of the middle of the ring. Maclay spins around and zeroes in on Swytch. He circles left forcing Swytch to the short side of the ring and near the ropes. Swytch loses his bearings hitting the ropes as he circles around and Maclay jumps in AND LEVELS SWYTCH WITH A RIGHT HAND!! Swytch quickly rolls away from Maclay and finds his feet. He rubs his jaw and looks back at Maclay.

TM: One of those infamous right hands from Maclay and Swytch found himself back on the mat. Still think Swytch’s chances are good?

JH: It’s still early but the clock is ticking fast. The longer these two play “chase each other around the ring”, the faster they’ll get to the second half of this match and Swytch’s personal playground.

And that’s something playing in the back of Maclay’s head. He stops wasting time and goes right after Swytch head on. Swytch spies the incoming Beast and makes a dash down the left side of the ring, but Maclay cuts him off. He cracks a second right off Swytch that rocks him silly. Maclay grabs Swytch’s arm and shoots him across the ring to the bottom set of ropes. He rebounds and gets CRUSHED… NO!! Swytch ducks a lariat attempt and hits the opposite ropes. Maclay whips around as Swytch rebounds and takes him over with a hip toss. Swytch skids along his back and rolls down toward the ropes. Maclay finds his feet and grabs Swytch around the head, pulling him to his feet.

TM: The Champ is going to work now. He knows the deal; finish the match early and avoid getting turned into a shredded barbecue sandwich when the barbed wire goes up.

Maclay pulls Swytch into a front face lock and throws Swytch’s arm over his neck then snaps back with a suplex.

TM: The first suplex of the night and it was a good one from TNT’s very own suplex machine.

Maclay floats over and rolls Swytch around. He circles his arm around Swytch’s throat and starts to pull back, but Swytch wiggles wildly and squirms out of Maclay’s grasp. The crowd lets out a collective breath of relief as Swytch managed to escape what was a sure submission hold.

JH: Maclay was going for the Dragon Slayer, but Swytch felt it coming and got the hell out of there.

TM: It could have been over right there. Just ask Orion, he tapped out to that very move just last TNT.

Both men are on their feet staring the other one down. Swytch makes the first move, running head long at Maclay. The Champ steps to the side, sending Swytch into the ropes. Swytch rebounds right into a powerslam from Maclay! He hooks the leg and TC hits the mat.



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!!



KICKOUT!!
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JH: First pin of the night, but Swytch kicked out at two.

TM: Thank you Captain Obvious.

JH: Anytime.

Maclay is up first and he drags Swytch to his feet. He backs him into the nearest turnbuckle and unloads a stiff right hand into Swytch’s jaw. TC is in there in a heartbeat, pulling Maclay out of the corner without even a warning. He gives Maclay one look and the beast heeds the nonverbal command. Swytch peels his back out of the turnbuckle and ducks a clothesline attempt. He spins Maclay around and boots him in the gut. Swytch twists Maclay’s arm around behind his back, then hooks his leg around Maclay’s before snapping back and spiking the champ’s head in the canvas with a DDT!! The crowd is pleased with Swytch’s first real offense of the night.

JH: That was a hell of a modified DDT.

TM: But it didn’t do much to the champ because he’s finding his toes again.

Both men are on their feet, with Swytch taking the upper hand. He leans into Maclay then swings him around and shoots him across the ring. Maclay hits the ropes and rebounds with Swytch running right at him. Swytch jumps into the air and throws his leg out but Maclay stops dead, catches the leg AND THROWS SWYTCH BACK WITH A CAPTURE SUPLEX!!

TM: CAAAAAAAPPPPTTTTTCCCCHHHHHUUUUHHHH!!

Swytch rolls onto his knees and immediately cradles his head in his hands. Maclay is on his feet and steps over Swytch’s back. He lifts his arm up THEN SLAMS HIS FOREARM DOWN ACROSS SWYTCH’S FACE!! Swytch nearly crumbles under the blow, but manages to stay up albeit still in a prone position. Maclay swings his other arm up AND HAMMERS IT DOWN ACROSS THE OTHER SIDE OF SWYTCH’S FACE!! This time the impact brings Swytch face down onto the canvas. Maclay drops his knee into Swytch’s back and loops his arm around Swytch’s neck. He yanks back quickly pulling Swytch’s painted face back with a dragon sleeper. Maclay rolls over and hooks his legs around the freak with a body scissor.

TM: THERE IT IS!! Dragon Slayer in the middle of the ring. Maclay said he’d end it in the first fifteen and he’s gonna do it right here.

JH: Swytch has to move. He’s gotta fight out of this.

TM: They’re too far from the ropes and anything cheap will disqualify him. Swytch has nowhere to go.

Maclay cranks back on Swytch’s head adding more torque to the neck forcing a disgusting gurgled scream to rip from Swytch’s throat. Maclay tightens the hold causing Swytch to flail his arm wildly and kick his legs almost in a tantrum-like manner. Maclay lifts his free arm and DRIVES his fist into Swytch’s exposed ribs in an attempt to settle the madman down. Swytch screams out again, this time from the pain he causes himself as he wrenches his body to the side and arches his own back. Maclay clamps down harder with his legs and pulls back on Swytch’s head, bending him nearly into a “C” shape. Swytch cries out in pain, forcing his own back to bend inward until his head touches down on the canvas. Swytch brings his feet under himself and bridges his body disgustingly but effectively pinning Maclay to the mat!!



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!!



TH—NO!!
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TM: What the hell was that?!

JH: Holy Christ. Swytch nearly broke his own back trying to turn the hold on Maclay and force him into a pin.

It worked too, but Maclay broke the hold before finding himself counted down for the three. Slightly frustrated, he gets to his feet, a fist full of Swytch’s coveralls helps him bring the man to his feet as well. Maclay straightens Swytch up then UNLOADS an elbow right into Swytch’s painted lips. Swytch stumbles backwards, nearly toppling over. Maclay moves in to strike again, but Swytch closes the distance fist and CRACKS the point of his elbow into Maclay’s jaw. Maclay staggers, but doesn’t relent, coming back again this time finding Swytch’s knee buried in his gut. Doubled over, Maclay finds himself pulled into an inverted front face lock.

JH: Is this it? The Mind Fuck?!

But Swytch hooks Maclay’s trunks and lifts him skyward, twisting the champ in midair before bringing him back down to the canvas. Swytch swivels around drives his forearm down into the back of Maclay’s neck. He kicks his leg back and DRILLS his knee into Maclay’s skull. Swytch BATTERS Maclay’s cranium with repeated right and left knee strikes.

JH: Look at those knees to the head, friggin’ brutal.

TM: Pffft, maybe if Maclay wasn’t blocking them with his arm.

JH: I don’t care, they’re still punishing, no matter what Maclay uses to block them with.

Swytch rolls to the side and finds his feet. Maclay quickly rolls away and clings to the nearest bottom rope. He pulls himself up, feeling a bit woozy from the beating his head took and holding his arm tightly to his body after trying to block some of those shots with it. Maclay is ripe for the picking, at least Swytch thinks so when he goes charging in, but Maclay isn’t quite out of it enough and ducks down SENDING SWYTCH OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A BACK BODY DROP!!

TM: HA!! Suckered him in and sent him out of the ring.

JH: Quick thinking by the champ, the only question now is going to take the time to lick his wounds or is he going to go after the challenger.

Swytch rolls around on the mats on the outside while Maclay slumps down against the ropes. He shakes his battered arm to get the feeling back into it, but keeps his eyes fixed firmly on Swytch. Maclay quickly finds the turnbuckles and ascends them while Swytch’s form is still down. He doesn’t waste any time steadying himself and leaps off…

TM: KNUCKLE DUUUUUSTUUUUUHHH!!

JH: Not quite.

…but TC grabs Maclay by the arm before he can leave his perch. He warns the Essex Beast about his opponent being out of the ring. Maclay snarls in frustration at the annoying SoH rules and TC’s insistence on enforcing them. Maclay slides off the turnbuckles to the ring apron then hops down to the floor.

TM: Stupid rules. Whose dumb idea was this?

JH: That’d be Madison Lee.

TM: Then I stand corrected. This was brilliant.

Maclay reluctantly plucks Swytch’s body off the floor and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope. He pulls himself onto the apron and steps through the ropes just as Swytch is slowly getting to his feet. Swytch shakes his head and spins around RIGHT INTO A HUGE LARIAT FROM MACLAY!!

TM: LAAAAARRRRIIIIIAAAATTTOOOOOOHHHH!!

JH: Maclay’s been slow and deliberate with his attack on Swytch and so far it’s been working, but time is quickly becoming a factor.

TM: No worries there. There’s a good five minutes before all hell breaks loose. That’s plenty of time for Maclay to put Swytch out of his misery.

Maclay heads back to the turnbuckles and starts to climb them. He perches himself atop them and hones in on his target before leaping off and SPLITTING SWYTCH’S SKULL WITH HIS FIST!!

TM: WOO!! KNUCKLE DUUUUSTUUUUUHHH!!

JH: Oh really, like that’s something to mark out for.

TM: Well it is.

JH: I suppose you’re right since he only hits it like once a month.

TM: Shut up.

Swytch’s forehead breaks open, the crimson fluid peeking out from behind the flesh before it trickles back and into his hair. Maclay finds his feet, shaking his fist after the impact. He grabs Swytch around the head and pulls him to his feet before pulling him into a front face lock. He grabs Swytch by his coveralls and starts to lift, but Swytch kicks his legs and manages to keep his weight down. Maclay clubs his forearm into Swytch’s kidneys then quickly goes to lift again, but Swytch flails his legs around enough to throw the balance off and get his feet back down. He shoves Maclay back and into the ropes and he rebounds throwing his arm out, but Swytch ducks under it. Swytch bounces off the ropes and Maclay spins around, but Swytch hits the mat and baseball slides between Maclay’s legs. He pops up behind the Dual Crown Champ and spins him around. Maclay throws a wild punch that Swytch catches. He sends Maclay toward the ropes, but shortarms him and pulls him right into a clothesline!

JH: Big clothesline from Swytch, but I don’t think it’s going to be enough to keep the champ down for long.

And it isn’t, because Maclay is finding his feet again, but Swytch is on top of it and NAILS Maclay with a back elbow to the jaw. Maclay hits the mat again and rolls to the side before starting to climb to his feet. Swytch runs at Maclay, but the Essex Beast steps aside and shoots Swytch right over the top rope, but he lands on the apron!

TM: Turn around, Chris, he’s still there!

Maclay does turn around just in time to see Swytch flipping over the tope rope, his legs wrapping around Maclay’s head AND PULLING HIM TO THE MAT WITH A HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN!!

JH: The champ never saw that coming. If Swytch has a second wind, he’s got to pick the pace instead of letting Maclay work him down.

Swytch seems to have the same idea as Hitchen, leaping onto the middle rope and flipping off landing a moonsault right onto Maclay! Swytch hooks the leg and TC drops to count…



[align=center]ONE!!



TW—KICKOUT!!
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TM: Try again, chump stain. A couple of little flippy floppy moves aren’t gonna get the job done.

Swytch doesn’t heed Moore’s advice, instead he quickly finds the nearest set of turnbuckles and makes his way to the top. He looks back into the ring and motions for Maclay to get up and gets his wish when the champ starts to rise. Maclay finds his bearings and turns around, his eyes go wide as Swytch leaps off the buckles and wraps his legs around the DC’s head, but Maclay recovers AND SWINGS SWYTCH AROUND, SLAMMING HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!

TM: HA! POWERBOMB, SUCKA!

JH: Powerbomb sucker?

TM: Yeah…no. Nevermind.

Maclay rises to his feet and reaches down for Swytch’s head. He pulls the freak to his feet and rolls him over into an inverted front face lock. Maclay holds his arm up to the crowd and immediately gets the crap booed out of him.

TM: He’s calling for it, the Spin Cycle. When he hits this, it’s gonna be all over.

Maclay swings around, spinning himself and Swytch over, but he rolls all the way back around and gets shoved backwards! Swytch straightens himself and launches his boot into Maclay’s midsection. Swytch underhooks both of Maclay’s arms, but Maclay breaks free and pulls Swytch’s legs out from under him. He steps toward Swytch and catches two boots planted in his gut knocking him back. Swytch gets to his feet and finds an elbow BURIED in his face. Maclay hooks Swytch up THEN THROWS HIM BACKWARDS AND ONTO THE MAT!!

TM: EEEXXXXPLOOOOOOOOOODDAAAAHHHHHH!!

JH: Son of a bitch, I was sure Swytch had him.

Swytch rolls under the ropes and out onto the walkway. He gets to his knees and reaches for his back. Maclay gets to his feet and heads for the ropes. Swytch sees Maclay coming out of the corner of his eye and springs to his feet, running full speed and launching his shoulder into the abdomen of the Essex Beast. Maclay staggers backwards toward the center of the ring. Swytch grabs hold of the top rope and leaps onto it, spring boarding off AND LANDING ON MACLAY WITH A CROSS BODY…NO!! Maclay catches Swytch then hoists him onto his shoulders. He spins Swytch around and sits out SPIKING SWYTCH INTO THE CANVAS!!

TM: TAKA’S REVENGE!! Cover him, quick, cover him!!

JH: Every time Swytch seems to get the jump on Maclay, he finds a way to smack Swytch right back down.

TM: Who cares?! Cover him, Maclay!

Maclay gets to his feet instead. He stalks his way around Swytch who’s curled in a ball, holding tightly to his head. Maclay walks around behind Swytch and drops down, digging his knee into the small of Swytch’s back. Maclay hooks his arm around Swytch’s throat with one arm and reaches over with the other arm to grab Swytch’s leg. He pulls Swytch’s head and leg toward each other, trying to bend Swytch a way he’s not supposed to.

JH: Maclay’s trying to snap Swytch in half.

TM: The bow and arrow is a simple move, but how painful does that look. The body just isn’t made to bend that way, unless you’re a gymnast or into Yoga.

JH: I’ve been doing Yoga for years now and I still can’t bed that way.

TM: I’m not even going to ask.

Maclay cranks back on Swytch’s neck and leg, literally trying to fold him in half. Swytch kicks his free leg around, against the mat, in the air, like a Michael Jackson dance move, but all to no avail. He growls out a painful scream as his vertebrae crack and pop every time Maclay puts on the pressure. TC is in Swytch’s painted face, asking if he gives up, but Swytch refuses, screaming out “NO!” to the ref.

TM: Tap out, Swytch. Save yourself any more of a beating and just give it up.

JH: Swytch will never give up, it’s not in his nature to.

TM: Fozzy didn’t have trouble making Swytch give up.

JH: One time and that was after Maclay beat Swytch with a chair. It’s things like that that these two hate each other. They’ve been at it pretty much since Swytch showed up on the TNT doorstep.

Swytch reaches up to Maclay’s arm and tries to pry it off his neck. He digs his fingers in and tries to rip the arm from around his neck, but he’s finding little success. Swytch begins to kick his free leg again and clawing his away across the mat like he was swimming the 100 meter freestyle in the summer Olympics. Slowly but surely, Swytch manages to inch along his belly toward the ropes. Maclay has to make a choice to break the hold or keep it on and hope Swytch gives up before he gets to the ropes. Maclay chooses to break the hold, quickly bringing his leg around Swytch’s back and sitting down, pulling back on Swytch’s chin.

TM: From a bow and arrow lock to a rear chin lock. Maclay’s slowed the pace down again to his favor.

JH: The only problem is he’s got around a minute left before everything changes.

TM: That’s plenty of time. He only needs three seconds, Hitchen, just three seconds.

JH: And that my friend is kind of sad. The hell these two men have put each other through over the course of a year coming down to just three seconds seems a little unjust.

TM: What’s unjust is that Swytch can get so many free opportunities at the Dual Crown when Chris Maclay has had busted his ass for years to be the best TNT has ever seen.

Swytch’s hands find their way to Maclay’s grip. He tries to dig his fingers into Maclay’s death lock, but it’s not happening. He takes another route, reaching back and finding the crook of Maclay’s elbows. Swytch jams his fingers into the soft tissue on the inside of Maclay’s elbow right down until he finds the tendons straining beneath the hair covered flesh. Maclay grits his teeth trying to fight through the arm numbing pain, but he can feel his grip start to loosen.

JH: Swytch said before and I’ll echo it. He may be crazy, but he’s not stupid. He’s found a way to break Maclay’s hold.

TM: But I don’t see Maclay giving in just yet. He’s gonna fight Swytch to the end even if it means enduring a little pain himself.

Swytch stiffens his fingers and digs deeper into crook of Maclay’s elbows forcing the Essex native let loose with a bestial cry. He whips his arms away from Swytch’s chin, letting his painted foe fall to the mat. Maclay finds his feet and shakes his arms loosely. He swivels around to find Swytch using the ropes to pull himself up. He spins Swytch around and shoots him across the ring. Maclay moves into the center of the ring, but never anticipates Swytch springing off the middle rope AND WHIPPING HIS LEG AROUND TO CATCH MACLAY IN THE FACE!!

TM: AHH!! Damn it!!

JH: Spring board spinning kick took the champ down in a heart beat.

TM: The only problem is, Swytch’s back is softened up. He’s lost the spring in his step.

JH: That’s ok, because he’s found enough spring in the ropes.

Swytch jumps onto the middle rope and spins around in midair and lands dropping a leg across Maclay’s throat. The crowd begins to rumble when the tron comes to life, a giant counter showing 10 seconds left in this first 15 minutes. Swytch notices the time ticking down too and acts fast. He gets to his feet and grabs a handful of Maclay’s hair. Swytch rolls Maclay over into an inverted front face lock THEN SNAPS BACKWARDS, DRIVING MACLAY’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!

JH: MIIIIIIND FUUUUUUCK!! The Mind Fuck!! Pin him, Swytch, pin him God damn it! Take it, the title is yours!

Swytch sprawls out over Maclay’s body, reaching back to hook a leg. TC hits the mat, five seconds left on the clock…



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TWO!!



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NOOOOO!! MACLAY KICKS OUT!!
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TM: HE KICKED OUT!! MACLAY KICKED OUT!!

The clock on the tron ticks down to zero and the crowd buzzes with a frenzy in anticipation for what’s next. Swytch sits up, pleading with Tony Clarke who holds up two fingers for Swytch to see. He shoves the annoying referee out of his way and staggers through the ropes out to the floor. Ring monkeys get to work quickly, pulling the ropes down and the buckles off, lacing barbed wire between the ring posts. Maclay sits up on his knees, cradling the back of his head. The crowd noise brings him back to reality as he looks around taking note of what’s going. A look of disgust washes over his face when he sees the barbed wire strung up all around him. His eyes move to ringside where he sees Swytch waiting with a chair already in his possession.

JH: Maclay doesn’t look too happy.

TM: Would you? Swytch is standing two feet from us grinning like an idiot with a chair in his hands. What the hell is there to be happy about?!

JH: Hey don’t get your knickers in a twist. Maclay should have ended this when he had the chance.

The ring monkeys clear the ringside area leaving Maclay in a barbed wire wrapped prison. Still focused on Swytch, he motions for the man to get in the ring yelling at him to “Get in here, freak!” Swytch is all too happy to oblige. He throws the chair into the ring, grabbing Maclay’s attention. He snatches it out of the air just as Swytch slides in under the barbs. Swytch pops up to his feet AND GETS HIS HEAD TAKEN OFF…NO!! Swytch ducks under the errant chair shot from Maclay. The Essex Beast swings around AND HAS THE CHAIR KICKED STRAIGHT INTO HIS FEET!!

JH: GAAAAAMMMMEEEEEEENNNNNGIIIIIIRIIIIIIII!!

Swytch kicks the chair out of the way. He crouches down, slapping his hands against the mat and rises. He motions for Maclay to get up and the Dual Crown Champ unknowingly obliges. First up to his hands and knees, then raising his torso, Maclay’s eyes widen AS SWYTCH’S FOOT COMES HURDLING IN SLAMMING INTO THE SIDE OF MACLAY’S FACE!! Maclay’s body flutters to the side and falls to the mat after the stiff kick.

JH: Swytch nearly kicked Maclay’s head clean off!

TM: But he didn’t, so get over it.

Swytch’s excitement seems to be getting the better of him. Like a kid in a candy store, he bounces around on his feet, looking all around him in delight at the barbs. He grabs Maclay’s head and helps him to his feet. Swytch grabs Maclay by the arm and WHIPS HIM HARD ACROSS THE RING INTO THE BARBED WIRE!!

TM: OH MY GOD!!

But Maclay has no intention of getting shredded yet, hitting the mat quickly and safely sliding under the barbed wire to the floor. The crowd is ready to pop like a bottle of champagne the second flesh hits barbed wire, but they’re gonna have to wait. Maclay glares disdainfully into the ring at his bitter enemy. He circles around the ring, keeping his eyes on Swytch. A fan reaches over the barricade and slaps Maclay on the shoulder and the beast takes exception to that. He spins around to find the offender only to see the first two rows clear out. Maclay swivels back around just in time to see Swytch jumping into the air, his foot landing on the top string of barbed wire BUT IT GIVES WAY UNDER HIS WEIGHT!! SWYTCH’S LEG SLIPS DOWN BETWEEN THE MIDDLE AND BOTTOM STRAND HANGING HIM UPSIDE AGAINST THE RING!!

JH: ARGH!! The barbed wire gave way!! Swytch’s leg is caught. He’s hanging upside down like a damn piñata!

TM: And Maclay couldn’t think of anything better than busting it open.

Swytch tries to wiggle out of his predicament but only succeeds in forcing the barbed wire to rip through his coveralls and digs right into his leg meat. Swytch grabs hold of the ring apron, pulling at it furiously trying to free himself, but instead he just shows off a plethora of goodies for Maclay to make use of. Maclay ducks under the apron, dodging a wild swing from Swytch. He plucks the first handy weapon from under the ring, a steal chair. Standing before the helpless Swytch, Maclay taps the chair on the apron then brings it back AND DRIVES IT INTO SWYTCH’S GUT!!

JH: Oh for Christ’s sake. This is just cheap. Swytch is helpless, damn it.

TM: He’s not helpless, he’s got a free leg and two free arms.

JH: Yeah that’ll do him a lot of good.

Maclay takes his time, changing his grip on the chair, jabbing at Swytch with it. He berates Swytch while he dangles there like an animal in a snare. Maclay brings the chair back THEN SLAMS IT AGAINST SWYTCH’S FACE AND CHEST!! The crowd shares a groan as the cut in Swytch’s forehead splits more, releasing a new river of crimson fluid much heavier than the first. Swytch’s weight pulls him down toward the floor, the barbed wire ripping his pant leg and his flesh.

JH: That chair shot just turned a minor cut into a pretty deep gash. If Swytch stays like this much longer, he may pass out from the blood loss.

TM: We’ve got all the time in the world now.

Maclay plays up to the fans yelling obscenities at him from the first two rows. He calls them trash and tells them to look at their hero. Maclay steps up to Swytch, raising his foot and placing his heel on Swytch’s chin. Maclay pushes off the floor with his other foot and lets his body weight bear down on Swytch’s chin until his boots hit the protective mats. The sudden weight increase forced the barbed wire to tighten around Swytch’s leg until ripping his pant leg free from the rest of his coveralls. The barbs dig into Swytch’s leg, raking down his ankle until Swytch’s head and shoulders touch the floor. Maclay drops his chair and grabs Swytch by the arms then starts PULLING HIM AWAY FROM THE RING!! Swytch screams out in pain, the barbed wire ripping at the flesh of his leg UNTIL THE BARBS FINALLY GIVE WAY!! Swytch lands with a thud on the floor and the fans in the front row manage to keep their beer and nachos down seeing the grotesque display that Swytch’s leg is.

JH: JESUS CHRIST! Swytch could be seriously hurt. I don’t know if he can finish this match.

TM: Bah, it’s just a flesh wound.

JH: A FLESH WOUND?! There’s barely any flesh left!!

It’s not as bad as Jonathan makes it out to be, but it’s bad enough. Swytch brings his leg up and clamps his hands around his ankle. Maclay retrieves his chair and raises it up THEN DRIVES IT DOWN INTO SWYTCH’S THROAT…NO!! Swytch JUST manages to roll out of the way causing Maclay’s chair to find nothing but black matting.

JH: Swytch narrowly escaped getting his head cut off with that chair.

Swytch grabs the fan barricade and pulls himself up. He stands on his feet, but his leg gives out from the pain in his ankle. Swytch manages to stumble forward and lunge at Maclay, trapping him against the ring. Maclay drops the chair and raises his arm, HAMMERING it down against Swytch’s back forcing him to a knee. Swytch tries to rise up, but Maclay keeps him down with another well placed shot to the kidneys. Maclay pulls Swytch to his feet and finds he has to support most of Swytch’s weight. He throws his arm around Swytch’s neck and grabs a handful of coverall before moving around and lifting Swytch vertically. He walks Swytch around ringside then falls back landing a perfect suplex on the floor.

TM: This is what Maclay has to do right here. He’s beat on Swytch for fifteen minutes, now he’s got to finish him off.

Maclay swivels his hips and rises to his feet bringing Swytch along with him. He hoists the challenger to vertically then falls backward dropping Swytch’s back square on the ‘protective’ mats. Maclay swivels his hips again and brings Swytch to his feet. He lifts vertically, stalling Swytch in the air letting the blood rush to the open wound in his painted forehead.

TM: Going for the hat trick.

Maclay keeps Swytch in the air for what seems like minutes and starts to fall backward, but Swytch kicks his legs down AND SPIKES MACLAY ON THE FLOOR WITH A DDT!! Swytch rolls off of Maclay and lies still next to him. Neither man moves except for the rise and fall of their chests as they breathe in and out.

JH: Both men are down. I think it’s safe to say, the first to his feet has the clear advantage.

TM: Maybe in Maclay’s case, but the way Swytch is favoring that ankle, he might just want to stay down.

Swytch starts to move, but he doesn’t make it to his feet, instead crawling across the floor. He makes it to the ring steps and pushes himself to his feet. Maclay isn’t far behind Swytch, finding his feet much easier than Swytch. He shakes his head clear and locates his prey. Swytch circles around the ring and Maclay gives chase. Hobbling around on his gimpy leg, Swytch isn’t fast enough to get away as Maclay grabs him by the collar from behind. He swings Swytch around AND SLAMS HIM FACE FIRST ON THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! Hitchen and Moore jump back to avoid any unnecessary roughness.

JH: The action found it’s way right in front of us.

TM: Get him in the ring, Chris, you gotta beat him there.

Maclay isn’t interested in winning anymore. He’s more concerned with punishing Swytch. He throws Swytch’s body onto the announce desk and climbs up himself. Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back.

JH: No, don’t do this, not here.

TM: DO IT!! DRIVE HIS HEAD INTO THE TABLE!!

Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!!

JH: OH MY GOD!!

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit” chants break out throughout the crowd. Moore stares in shock at the pile of wood, electrical cords, monitors, and bodies in front of him.

JH: Maclay was going for the Wigumoto Driver, but Swytch came out with an amazing counter and flipped Maclay around into a piledriver!! Both men are down, the announce desk is in shambles, and my commentary partner is speechless!!

TM: Ho…ly…shit.

JH: Thomas. Get a hold of yourself.

TM: I don’t believe it.

A piece of broken desk flies into the air as Swytch jumps to his feet, but immediately falls to one knee. He clutches at his blood-covered leg and drags it along as he frees himself from the wreckage. Maclay’s head is split open just as bad as Swytch’s and the blood is flowing over his face and into his mouth. His body jerks and he coughs and sputters, sending spit and blood into the air as he gasps for a fresh breath. He rolls to his side and drags himself out of the mess. Maclay manages to get to his knees and straighten his upper body. He wipes the blood from his forehead and looks around to see where he is. His vision blurred, Maclay wipes the flowing blood from his eyes and face AND GETS CRACKED IN THE TEETH WITH A KNEE!!

JH: WHAT A SHOT!

Maclay’s body snaps backward sending him into the debris. Swytch favors his leg trying to keep his balance.

JH: Swytch came out of nowhere with a running knee strike to Maclay and nearly caved his teeth in.

TM: And his leg is keeping him from capitalizing. That injured ankle is going to be Swytch’s downfall, mark my words.

Swytch reaches into the mass of broken table and pulls Maclay out and onto his feet. He drags Maclay around by the hair and sends him into the ring under the bottom rope. Swytch slides in after him and gets to his feet. Maclay clutches his mouth as he manages to get his feet under himself. He sees Swytch standing near the barbed wire and lunges at him, but Swytch steps out of the way and Maclay nearly finds himself tangled in the barbs. He’s spun around by Swytch who whips Maclay across the ring, but Maclay throws his arms out and saves his body the wear and tear by sacrificing his hands to the barbed wire. Swytch lets out an angry growl, running at Maclay and leaping into the air, Maclay spins around AND GETS KICKED STRAIGHT IN THE FACE SENDING HIM OVER THE BARBED WIRE RAKING HIS BACK ACROSS AS HE TUMBLES OUT ONTO THE WALKWAY!!

TM: ARGH!! The barbed wire claims it’s second victim tonight.

Maclay rolls along the covered walkway and back up to his feet. Swytch runs to the corner, stepping up the barbed wire to the top and leaping out at Maclay. Swytch crashes into Maclay but the Dual Crown Champion FALLS BACKWARD THROWING SWYTCH OVERHEAD WITH A MODIFIED BELLY-TO-BELLY!!

TM: SUUUUPLEEEEEXXXXUUUUUHHHH!!

JH: I don’t think that was intentional, but effective nonetheless.

TM: Hey if it works, it works.

Maclay rolls off the walkway to the floor. He heads for the ring, throwing the apron up, and digging under it. Maclay pulls out a table, but tosses it aside in favor of something else. Maclay pulls a ladder out from under the ring but it finds a home on the table he discarded earlier. Maclay finds something to his liking. He pulls it from under the ring and stands upright showing off a piece of timber.

JH: Maclay found himself a cricket bat. If he swings that near as well as he does a chair, Swytch is in trouble.

TM: Swytch is in trouble in any case.

JH: You’ve been saying that all match long and I think Swytch is proving you wrong so far.

TM: No, you don’t understand. That’s not just a cricket bat. That’s a C4 cricket bat. You know, like a 2x4 only a cricket bat.

JH: Who the hell would put something like that under the ring?

TM: I don’t know, but I’m just glad Maclay found it first.

Maclay walks up the stairs and onto the walkway. Methodically he makes his way down to wear Swytch is getting to his feet. Maclay winds the bat up AND SWINGS IT RIGHT FOR SWYTCH’S HEAD…

JH: SWYTCH LOOK OUT!!

…AND COMES UP WITH NOTHING BUT AIR!! Swytch rolls along the walkway and up to his feet behind Maclay. The champ turns around and takes another hack, but Swytch jumps back to dodge the blow. Maclay brings the bat back and Swytch quickly jumps into the air throwing his foot out toward Maclay’s face, but Maclay swings the bat AND SMACKS IT RIGHT ONTO SWYTCH’S INJURED ANKLE!!



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Swytch crumbles in midair. He draws his leg into his body, clutching the scorched lower, writhing and screaming out in pain. Maclay discards the leftover bit of bat and STOMPS right on Swytch’s shredded and burned ankle.

JH: JESUS CHRIST!! OH MY GOD!! I CAN’T BELIEVE HE DID THAT!!

TM: Merciless, ruthless, unforgiving, that’s what Maclay is, that’s why he’s the Dual Crown Champion, and THAT’S why Swytch will never beat him.

Swytch tries to crawl back to the ring, but Maclay is following right behind him. With his bad leg dragging behind him, Swytch is exposed to that ruthlessness from Maclay when he STOMPS on the ankle again, and again, and again, and again. Swytch lurches forward, grabbing hold of the barbed wire and using it to pull himself to the ring. He rolls under it and into the center of the ring. Swytch forces himself to get up, hobbling badly on his leg. Maclay carefully steps through the barbed wire and into the ring. Swytch hops along on one leg and jumps up DROP KICKING MACLAY INTO THE BARBED WIRE!! Maclay’s roar can be heard over the crowd’s pop as the barbs dig into his back. He peels himself off the ropes and lunges at Swytch AND GETS PULLED DOWN WITH A DROP TOE HOLD!!

JH: Swytch is fighting through the pain. He’s kept the beast at bay, sending him into the barbed wire and now introducing him to the canvas with a drop toe hold.

TM: He’s only delaying the inevitable. Sooner or later he’s going to slip up and Maclay will be there to pin his shoulders to the mat.

Swytch rolls along the canvas and out to the floor. He hobbles along to find the table and ladder Maclay left at ringside. Swytch picks the ladder up and throws it into the ring. He grabs the table and slides it in under the ropes then follows in after it. Swytch gets to his feet, or foot, as he’s still favoring his ankle. He grabs the ladder and starts to set it up near the corner. Maclay is finding his feet in the center of the ring, but Swytch staggers over places a kick right into the ribs of the beast knocking Maclay back down. Swytch stumbles over to the table and pulls it up.

JH: Swytch is up to something and with an unstable mind like his, you know it’s not going to be good.

TM: He needs to spend less time playing with the toys and goes keep his attention on Maclay.

He sets the table up in the center of the ring then makes his way around to Maclay who is again getting to his feet. Swytch grabs Maclay in a side headlock, but finds an elbow buried in his ribcage knocking the wind out of him. Maclay grabs Swytch by the neck and SLAMS his painted face on the table. Maclay scoops Swytch up and drops him back first onto the table. He climbs up there to join Swytch, getting to his feet and pulling Swytch up with him. Maclay starts to cross Swytch’s arms, but Swytch drives his knee upward right into Maclay’s gut. He yanks his arms free and CRACKS a right hand off Maclay’s jaw. Maclay straightens up AND FIRES BACK WITH A RIGHT HAND OF HIS OWN!! Swytch comes back and drives his elbow into Maclay’s cheek!!

JH: They’re going at it right now, stiff strike for stiff strike!

TM: Right hand from Maclay!!

JH: ELBOW FROM SWYTCH!

TM: MACLAY ANSWERS WITH AN ELBOW!

JH: SWYTCH FIRES BACK WITH A THROAT THRUST!

TM: MACLAY COMES BACK WITH A CHOP!

JH: SWYTCH UNLOADS AN UPPERCUT INTO MACLAY’S JAW!!

TM: LIFTING KNEE STRIKE FROM MACLAY!!

The crowd is on their feet as these two men brawl it out on the table. Maclay back with the advantage straightens Swytch and re-crosses his arms then lifts him into the air AND SITS OUT SLAMMING SWYTCH’S BACK DOWN ONTO THE TABLE BUT IT DOESN’T GIVE WAY!!

TM: APOCALYPSE NOWISH!!

JH: AND THE TABLE DIDN’T BREAK!!

Maclay seems annoyed by this fact, getting his arse off the table and onto his feet. He pulls Swytch’s limp body up, struggling to keep the dead weight upright. He rolls Swytch over into an inverted front face lock. Maclay doesn’t hesitate, whipping around BUT THE TABLE GIVES UNDER THEIR WEIGHT CAUSING BOTH MEN TO CRASH TO THE MAT HALFWAY THROUGH THE MOVE!!

TM: SPIIIIN CYYYYYYYYYYYYCCCCLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUHHHH!!

JH: But Maclay didn’t hit the move proper. That table broke underneath them before the impact.

Maclay sits up from the broken table and shakes his head. He flops across Swytch and makes the cover…



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TWO!!



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The crowd roars for the…KICKOUT?! Tony Clarke leaps to his feet, waving his arms and holding up two fingers.

JH: SWYTCH KICKED OUT!!

TM: How the hell did he kick out? HOW?!

Maclay is outraged! He jumps to his feet and gets into Tony Clarke’s face. He screams at the referee, grabbing his collar and shaking him around. Tony Clarke makes his case, showing Maclay two fingers. Maclay doesn’t want to hear it and THROWS TONY CLARKE INTO THE CORNER!! The refree slumps to the mat and the crowd boos the hell out of Maclay’s actions. He waves them off, not caring what the hell they think right now.

JH: What was the point of that?

TM: Clarke made a bad call, he got what he deserved.

JH: Swytch kicked out in time, plain as day. It wasn’t necessary to attack the ref.

Maclay drops to the canvas and rolls out to the floor. He throws the skirt up and digs under the ring to pull out two light tubes.

JH: Who the hell leaves light tubes under the damn ring?

TM: The ring monkeys.

JH: I’m getting tired of your smart arse remarks.

TM: I’m tired of you, period. I’m going to Madison and putting in a request to bring Coach in here.

JH: I hate you.

Maclay brings head up from under the ring skirt, standing up AND GETTING KNOCKED BACK BY A BASEBALL SLIDE!! Swytch gets to his feet in the ring, hobbling across to the far side. He sprints as much as he can across the ring and LEAPS OVER THE BARBED WIRE, TWISTING IN MIDAIR AND CRASHING BACK FIRST ONTO MACLAY AND THE BARRICADES!!

JH: SUUUUUIIIIICIIIIIIDDDDUUUUUHHH!!

TM: He took the champ down, but he’s not getting up either.

JH: Look again, Thomas.

Swytch is finding his feet on the floor, much to the surprise of everybody. He hauls himself up onto the ring apron and heads for the ring post. Swytch starts to climb it while Maclay is getting to his feet on the outside. Maclay rubs his head as Swytch makes it to the top. Maclay grabs one of his light tubes and stands up just as Swytch leaps from the corner, landing on Maclay’s shoulders AND GETS WHACKED IN THE FACE WITH A LIGHT TUBE JUST AS HE FALLS BACKWARD PULLING MACLAY OVER WITH A HURRACANRANA!!

JH: OH MY GOD!! HE BROKE THAT TUBE OVER SWYTCH’S FACE!!

Maclay goes tumbling into the side of the ring. Swytch rolls around on the floor, holding his face. He moves his hands to reveal bits of glass sticking out of his forehead. He picks the glass out and shakes his head clear of anymore glass before getting to his feet. Maclay leans back against the ring, clutching his back painfully. Swytch slides into the ring and finds his feet, but Maclay reaches in and yanks Swytch’s good leg out from under him causing him to smack face first onto the canvas. Maclay slides into the ring and gets to his feet. He bends his back to get the kinks out then reaches down and pulls Swytch to his feet.

JH: I don’t know how the hell either man is still going. Swytch’s ankle is barely holding together, Maclay’s back is shredded from the barbed wire, and both men are bleeding profusely from the head.

TM: I hate to put Swytch in this high a regard, but this is what you get with TNT, the very best there is.

Maclay leans Swytch back against the barbed wire and SMACKS a chop off his chest. He grabs Swytch’s arm and whips him hard across the ring sending Swytch back first into the remaining to ropes of barbed wire BUT NEITHER HOLDS UP AND SWYTCH GOES FLYING OUT OFF THE RING APRON AND ONTO THE FLOOR!! The first couple of rows gasp as Swytch rolls around in pain only to wrap himself in the broken strings of barbed wire.

JH: JESUS CHRIST!!

TM: SOMEBODY CALL NINE ONE OOOOOONE!!

JH: NOW?! Now you say it?!

TM: Look at Swytch! His coveralls are shredded! That barbed wire is digging into his entire body and he’s just making it worse rolling around out there!

Swytch uses the barricades to pull himself up. He fights with the barbed wire, trying to pull it off his body, but the tangles only get worse and worse. Maclay wanders across the ring to the open end. Swytch catches sight of the inbound Maclay and starts to fight the barbs even more. Maclay drops off the apron and Swytch gives up on the barbs choosing to meet Maclay halfway and throwing a STIFF elbow into his throat. Maclay shakes the shot off and NAILS Swytch with an elbow of his own. He grabs Swytch by the arm THEN WHIPS HIM TOWARD ACROSS THE FLOOR, THE BARBS TIGHTEN AND RIP INTO SWYTCH BEFORE YANKING HIM BACKWARD AND ONTO THE FLOOR!!

JH: He’s trying to kill Swytch! He’s trying to cut the man into little freaking pieces! What the hell is wrong with Maclay? Does he hate Swytch this much?

TM: Uh, yeah, you think. Swytch has only held a knife to Maclay’s ex-girlfriend’s throat, beat him chairs, tried to wrap him in barbed wire, and set him on fire. Wouldn’t you be a little pissed off?

JH: Not to this extreme. He’s trying to end the man’s career, he’s probably trying to do what he can to end his life. He almost succeeded in doing that one time before.

Maclay looks down at Swytch, almost laughing at him, and then DRIVES his boot into Swytch’s sternum. Maclay grabs Swytch by the head and pulls him up. He starts to drag Swytch over to the ring and throws him onto the canvas. Maclay climbs into the ring and gets to his feet, pulling Swytch up as well. He grabs Swytch by the arms and starts to pull him across the ring, UNTIL THE BARBED WIRE RIPS IT’S WAY DOWN SWYTCH’S BODY AND FINALLY BREAKS FREE!! The crowd squirms in their seats as Swytch screams out in agony from the barbed wire tearing down his flesh.

JH: UGH, God that’s disgusting.

TM: Swytch brought this on himself. He knew better than to mess with the Essex Beast and he’s paying the price for teasing the caged lion.

JH: Pay the price? He’s paid the price and then some.

Maclay stumbles backward and bumps into something. He looks over his shoulder to find the ladder behind him. He pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder.

TM: This could be it right here. Whatever Maclay has planned is going to end this match or even Swytch.

JH: The look in his eyes is a little frightening right now.

Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down…

TM: Oh sweet Jesus, is he gonna do this?

JH: He wouldn’t, not from up there.

…and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs…

TM: Holy shit, he is gonna do it!

JH: He’ll break Swytch’s damn neck!

Maclay starts to rise up…

TM: He’s gonna do it, he’s doing it, here it comes…!















…BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!!

JH: JESUS CHRIST!! HOW THE HELL?!

TM: SOMEBODY CALL NIIIIINE OOOOONE OOOOOOOOOONE!!

JH: THE MIND FUCK!! THE MIND FUCK OFF THE LADDER!!

The crowd is roaring wildy, chanting Swytch’s name, chanting “Holy shit!,” and chanting anything else they can think of when TC suddenly drops to the mat…



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TM: No, no, he kicked out!!

Tony Clarke has called for the bell, the crowd EXPLODES as “The Outsider” hits the arena speakers. Swytch drags himself off Maclay, pulling himself to his feet.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEW!! DUAL CROWN CHAMPION!! SWYYYYYYYYYTCH!! The crowd jumps to their feet, damn near blowing the roof off with cheers.

JH: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!

He looks around slightly confused, and even more so when TC presents him with the Spirit of Honor Championship and the Global Heavyweight Championship. Swytch looks at TC clueless. He looks down at the belts in his hands, then back to TC. Finally, realization sets in and Swytch drops to his knees. He clutches the belts tightly to his chest, hanging his head in exhaustion.

JH: He did it! Swytch has done it! He’s finally done it!!

TM: I… I… I don’t know what to say.

Swytch climbs to his feet, thrusting the belts skyward, getting another huge pop from the crowd. Swytch staggers around on his gimpy leg, his newly won belts held tightly in his grasp. He crosses the ring, stepping between the barbed wire and onto the walkway. Swytch raises his left hand in the air with the SoH and his right hand in the air with the GHC, backing up the walkway and soaking up the adoration before he finally slips behind the curtain.

JH: The crazy son of a bitch said he would do it one day, and that day is today. He’s beaten Maclay, overcome the odds, ended his winless streak against Maclay, and he couldn’t have chosen a better time to do it. Do you have anything to say to this, Thomas?

TM:

JH: Right, well, congratulations, Swytch. You’ve earned this. Enjoy it while it lasts.
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As “The Outsider” fades into nothingness, former Dual Crown champion Chris Maclay has found his feet, but has yet to leave the ring. He moves to the ropes and motions for one of the monkeys to pass him a mic. They do so.

JH: Oh what now?

TM: LET HIM SPEAK!

JH: Alright, jeeze.

Maclay’s chest pounds in and out as he catches his breath, the crowd booing the hell out of the ex-DC as he stands there in the middle of the ring. He waits for them to quieten before raising the mic to his lips and uttering forth.

Maclay: Ya finally did it.

He directs his words toward the back, toward the new champion of TNT. Toward Swytch.

Maclay: Took ya long enough. I mean really, how long have you been chasing those belts down? How long have you been a thorn in my side? How many times did I put you down only for you to get your arse back up and fight again? I killed you, and yet you still wouldn’t let up.

The “Swytch” chants begin, starting quietly before rising in volume until they drown out the jeers hurled at Maclay.

JH: You’ve gotta give it to Swytch, boy just don’t quit.

TM: I give nothing to him. Nothing!

Maclay: So now the tide turns and I’m the one chasing you down, jumping you backstage. Beating the shit out of you in match after match until I win them back. And then what? Round we go again, back on the merry go round of rotating knives until we’re both cut to shreds. Yeah, we got all that to look forward to right?

The crowd are cheering, they want more Swytch on Maclay action, and who wouldn’t?

Maclay: Only, that ain’t gonna happen.

And the cheering stops, replaced by quiet mumblings as the audience speculate amongst each other as to his meaning.

JH: What’s he saying?

He takes a moment before once again raising the microphone to his lips.

Maclay: Had to happen sometime. I said I was gonna finish things, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. You people are lucky, privileged some might say. I’d like to think in years to come people who know the business and know it well will ask “Did ya ever see Chris Maclay’s last match?”, and you can say…“Dude, I was there.”

The crowd buzz with what this implies, an uncertain air falling over them as they don’t know whether to boo or cheer.

JH: What? What’s he saying?

Maclay: I’ve done all I can here. If the sky’s the limit then I’ve already broken atmo. I’ve been here since day one, match one: Wiggum versus Fearod…

The crowd pop for the mention of the former GM, and Maclay can’t help but crack a smile at the reaction.

Maclay: Yeah, that guy. Kicked his arse too, weren’t the last time either. I’ve kicked a lot of arse in this fed, some harder to kick then others, and some that just turned round and kicked mine right back. I ain’t no good at goodbyes, probably tell that from the last time I took off, but since this time feels a little more permanent I guess I should say something.

TM: Holy crap, man. I never thought I’d see this day. Is he retiring? Is “Wiggum” retiring?

JH: Looks like.

The crowd remain quiet, respectful even as they sit and listen to something they never thought they’d be witnessing when they bought their tickets.

Maclay: Guess I should thank the guys in the back, and the guys that ain’t back there no more. Fearod for starters, for making me look so damn good in that first match when I kicked his…ah, you know how it went, and Bradders whom I so successfully carried when we hijacked the brand. Heh, Just kidding, you guys know. Then there’s all the amazing talent I’ve worked with over the last few years. Tier, crazy ass mo-fo that he is, Silent Rage, one of the greatest I’ve faced in the ring. Fozzy McQueen and his impossible amount of wins, Jimbo Brien, ‘cos every show’s gotta have a monster. Vinj, what the hell happened to him anyway? Nadia, Tomoko, Brighty, god there’s so many. Kailey, can’t forget her, sorry about the elevator thing. Who else?

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, the crowd busy cheering all the freakin’ legends he’s mentioned so far.

JH: I’ve had my ups and downs with the guy, but I’m sad to see him go.

TM: *sobs openly*

Maclay: TOBY! Ya little geek, can’t leave him off.

He chuckles, and so do the crowd, at the mention of TNT’s own annoying fan boy.

Maclay: And I ain’t forgetting the young bloods out there. The likes of Hype, Bill, Remy, Kendra, Max…even Swytch. I’m the past, those guys are the future. I think that’s everyone. Hmm, ah well, see ya.

He motions to drop the mic and walk off but stops in his tracks, as if a stray thought just triggered some forgotten memory.

Maclay: Oh yeah, there was that one chick, what was her name? Kennedy something.

He chuckles, he’s a funny guy, but the mention of that particular name sends the crowd back into jeering mode.

Maclay: I know, I know. She’s been a right bitch lately. But she weren’t always. Was a time she was a sweetheart. A fiery, stubborn, headstrong sweetheart. Fact of the matter is, I wouldn’t be here right now, fresh off defending TNT’s top title, headlining a pay per view…if it wasn’t for her. You always brought out the best in me, and sometimes the worst. You’re probably the reason I’ve been around as long as I have been. And I know that don’t mean shit to you right now, state of mind you’re in. And neither will this…I love you girl.

“Awwwwww”. That’s the response from most of the crowd, course a few are busy throwing up, but we’ll ignore them for now.

Maclay: Ok, that’s enough of that. I’m out. Thank you to the guys and gals in the back, thank you to the general managers that worked with me over the years, and thank you to the fans for sticking with me. It truly has been…freakin’…incredible.

“Passive” fills the speakers for what seems to be that last time as Maclay drops the mic and waves out at the crowd. They show their love (that’s right, they love him now) with deafening cheers.

JH: I can’t believe folks, Chris Maclay has hung up his boots.

TM: This is one of those end of an era dealys.

JH: It’s been a hell of a career. The only man that ever has and ever will hold TNT’s top title in all three of it’s incarnations. He’s been a tag team champion, he’s beaten the best FIW has to offer.

TM: And he did Kennedy.

JH: And he…yes, thank you.

He heads up the walkway one last time, looking around at the cheering faces and flashing bulbs going off around him. Taking it all in, one last time, before disappearing behind the curtain…forever... as the PPV comes to a close.

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