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Tuesday Night Throwdown; October 25, 2005
Topic Started: Oct 26 2005, 02:12 AM (148 Views)
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!!!

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

Here ya go create another fable!
[/align]

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

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!!! 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!

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

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

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

The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown.

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

Kailey stands, comtemplating her fate before signing her life away to Madison Lee via a TNT contract.

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

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

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!!!

Kennedy holds Kailey's arms as Nadia rears back and CRACKS KAILEY IN THE FACE WITH A SHUFFLE SIDE KICK! Kailey crashes to the wooden walkway as Kennedy releases her!

Kennedy slaps her knee, prepping the crowd for what's to come as Dante begins to slowly recover from the DDT. He climbs to a knee… dun dun dun! Kennedy sprints at him, springs off his knee and CRACKS HIM UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH HER OWN KNEE!!

[align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wake Up!

*Whispered* Wake up
[/align]

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

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

Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES!

Graver sneering and Bill grinning, but Graver soon charges toward Bill. Bill simply stands there until Graver gets close enough, steps up on his knee, and KURIYAMA KICKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!!


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

Nadia scoops her opponent across her shoulders. She whips the opponent's legs around DROPPING THEM BACK-FIRST ONTO THE MAT WITH A SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM!!!

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

Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE!

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. 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!!

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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!!!

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 Belly To Belly! Sean flies through the air... crashes into the rig, severing it’s remaining connections, sending both The Black Knight and the mass of metal spiralling toward the ground. Sean lands first, the rig, second!

Maclay 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. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!!

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


[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

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

JH: Welcome to Tuesday Night Throwdown! We are live in Shanghai, China kicking off the start of the TNT Asian tour! The Shanghai Arena is jam packed for TNT!

TM: And they couldn't picka better show to attend, Jonathan! Jim O'Brien is gonna kill both Carlos Kane and Dante Coles in the main-event! It's gonna be a good night!

JH: Jim's gonna have to survive two men that seem best suited for the title he's holding tonight. Victory can only be won through knock-out or submission. Jim's done a great job of defending that title ever since winning it from Brighty, but now he's facing the best of the best tonight.

TM: Bah! He'll do just fine!

JH: We've also got a re-match of Relentless, of sorts. Kailey Lane is gonna have her first match on TNT in over a year when she faces off against Nadia in one-on-one comeptition.

TM: Kennedy and Nadia owned Kailey at Relentless, and Nadia's gonna continue that tonight!

JH: Well, that remains to be seen. We've also got a huge tag team competition with Remy Barteaux, who successfully defended his Fighting Spirit Championship against Rick Proctor at Relentless. He'll be teaming with Carl Lucas to take on the team of Rick Proctor and April Lynn!

TM: Yeah! Carlos Kane killed Sean James at Relentless and now poor April has to step into the squared circle! I feel so bad for her!

JH: She's wrestled before but now she's gonna face off against Remy and a silent giant Carl, a man she didn't endear herself to at Relentless. But we've also got Bill Kuriyama in action against Max Corona. Max hasn't been happy with the fans lately and as very bitter that Bill Kuriyama won a Triple Threat they had a few weeks back.

TM: Well, tonight Mr. TNT can prove himself the better man.

[align=center]The TNTtron flickers into life cycling through image after image, New York City, Detroit City untill it ginally settles on an image an image that is universal and image that instantly recognizable.

Posted Image

TM: What is this?

JH: I don't know. I thought we were scheduled to see Kendra Norton take on Graver.

The roof comes off the Shanghai Arena when "What Up Gangsta?" erupts from the PA. There's chaos as hyped up fans clammer upto the security barriers trying to get a glimpse of the one true star of TNT.

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 in between the crowd illuminating the walkway before dancing on the roof of the collossal arena.

What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?


The roof damn near comes off the place when Carlos Kane steps out from behind that velvet black curtain, dispencing with pleasantries Carlos makes his way via the wooden catwalk towards the ring.

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


Reaching the end of the catwalk Carlos walks round the ring to where Micheal Anderson sits, Timmy the timekeeper sat opposite, Carlos swipes a mic and rolls into the ring, he swaggers over to the middle and slowly bows his head and raises both hands into the air as the capacity Chinese audience laps up every tantalizing second.[/align]

Carlos waits, breathing in the atmosphere submerging himself in it meanwhile "What Up Gangsta?" is begining to fade. Slowly the chaos subsides and normal service is resumed as Carlos raises the mic and let's rip.

Carlos: First things first, Tuesday night throwdown! Carlos Kane, Jim O'Brien, Dante Coles live! main event! Shanghai make some noise real quick!

Carlos raises the mic up in the air as the fans go absolutely nuts cries of "HYPE HYPE HYPE" ring through the air, Carlos paces the ring like a panther playing upto the fans at ringside.

Carlos: Jimmy boy what's with all the hostility man, ya know chill for a sec your the MONSTER! the career ender!

There's a twinkle in the eye as Carlos slowly paces the ring, he stops facing the entranceway slowly shaking his head

Carlos: The self proclaimed monster of TNT, it seems your all about the grrr and little veins popping out of your damn head. Well you've just become the Hype proclaimed...full of shit.

Crowd erupts and Carlos loves it he prowls the ring feeding the off the energy of the capacity crowd

Carlos: It's no secret, me and you we don't see eye to eye on most subjects...all in fact but that's neither here nor there. There is one thing that always sticks in back of my mind though, September 5th 2004 Anarchy In The UK, remember the little pep talk? let me take you back if I may to that cold and blustery night 10 minutes into my first PPV match..

Carlos stops in the middle of the ring and peers down

Carlos: Right here..yeah right here! RIGHT HERE! lay Silent Rage eyes all glazed over head throbbing you see that night Rage got knocked the fuck out slap bang in the middle of this very ring, the thing I will never forget about that night was the look on his face as he looked up at me, the man that officially killed his career in a split second! JUST LIKE THAT! Silent Rage went from being a somebody to nobody, that split second can quite easily be repeated right here tonight.

Moving back to the ropes facing the entranceay Carlos leans out shaking his head smile splatered all across his face

Carlos: In all honesty though this is a match that I have been waiting a long time for The Monster vs The Hype, it seems the only thing we have ever had in common is our unflinching hatred for one legend, makes for good billing eh Jimmy boy, can you feel those hairs on the back of your neck the butterflies in your stomach..exciting stuff

Carlos lowers the mic for a few seconds as he tone becomes more serious his eyes narrow and his fists clench.

Carlos: But before we get to our little dream match it seems the fate isn't without it's ironies, we have one more thing in common tonight another man living off former glories, some call him an Icon, I call him irrelevant some might know him most of you won't. ladies and genlteman Dante Coles!

BIG pop for Dante Coles something that does not impress Carlos as he stops dead in his tracks middle of the ring.

Carlos: Ya know I wasn't here when you cut your little promo, I was out doing my "business man" thing, ya know distribution deals marketing deals it's hard when your a boss like me there ain't no such a thing as a day off. What I did do though was catch a re run on one of the monitors out back, and I must say you cranked up the whole corny factor pretty well, walking through the streets doing your whole "im an englishman in new york thing" I could almost picture the motha'fucka Sting wallowing in the background, You had a moment though, albeit brief but there was a moment where I thought there maybe some hope for you yet, you might just become relevant again, but then you started with that monotone drawl of yours blah blah blah blah on and on Jim this Hype that, what have you done to do this? your not really that? just like the crowd during your matches, I just stopped caring.

Carlos shrugs his shoulders with a look of complete and untter dissinterest on his face.

Carlos: And that is how it goes with you,despite all the love and adulation you get from your little hick community garbage wrestlers the fact remains you don't interest Carlos Kane, your not even main event material let alone good enough to challenge for any sort of title, simply put junior you aren't on my level.

The demeanor switches up a lil suddenly Carlos does become interested as he points out to the entranceway.

Carlos: But do you stop? no you keep on with the same half assed question you have been peeping for so long, what have I done that makes me the face on TNT? what has Carlos motha'fuckin Kane done to make himself the face of TNT? alright lemme ask you a question, what makes you think you can even step in the ring with someone like me? whats you record over the last couple of months? 0 and 3? 0 and 4? and you think you can step up and go with me, go with Jim?

The eyes narrow as Carlos grits his teeth and his fists clench

Carlos: Nigga get your head in the damn game pull it out from up your own ass, nigga your garbage you getting played week in week out! im a busy man I haven't got time to waste on people like you surfing on my coat tails hoping ill take you to the top, make you hot again! just because right now im bigger than god, better than jesus, more popular than allah! dosen't mean im giving out freebies, your like that kid who constantly pesters his dad! can I have an ice cream! can I have an ice cream! nigga you can't fuck with me, go play somewhere else im busy! It ain't even about the jewels I rock or the cars I own, i'm not just hype..IM THE TRUTH. And that's it! Now yall can believe that...Shanghai sing it for me...

Carlos raises the mic in the air as the crowd finish the sentance for him with a deathening "IT'S REAL"

Carlos: HYPE OUT!

Carlos drops the mic to the canvas static filling the arena for a few seconds before "What Up Gangsta?" blast from the PA leaving Carlos Kane standing in the middle of the ring eyes fixated on the entranceway.

We cut backstage to find Madison and Victoria Lee within the confines of the General Manager office. Madison is going through some very important files as Victoria remains off to the side, watching her busy sister at work.

Victoria: You know, you still haven't made any announcements regarding the Openweight Championship.

Madison doesn't even look up from the files, completely engrossed in whatever it is she's going through.

Madison: Uh-huh.

Victoria: I mean, I know you said that Lilith was stripped of the title and is unable to compete now but you said you'd make an announcement about the title after Relentless and well... Relentless was over a week ago.

Madison sighs, putting the files down as she gives Victoria an annoyed look.

Madison: Can't you see that I'm trying to work here?

Victoria: Yeah, I see that. I'm just saying, you did tell everyone you'd make an announcement after Relentless so...

Victoria trails off, giving Madison one of those "I'm just saying" looks.

Madison: Victoria. What will next week be? And the week after that? And the week after that? And the month after that?

Victoria looks a little confused but what the hell Madison's talking about.

Madison: It'll still be... after Relentless. I don't have time to deal with that right now. I've got bigger, more annoying, problems.

As Madison says this, she continues working through the files.

Victoria: Jim O'Brien?

Madison: One of many. But Jim isn't what I'm worried about at the moment. I'm not concerned with the fact that he's unable to rise to the level he needs to be at.

Victoria: He thinks he's unmarketable.

Madison: He is unmarketable.

Victoria: Is that why he hasn't had a chance at the Dual Crown?

Madison: Noooo. Well... maybe in a sense. You see, Victoria. Being crappy, is something I can't market. Now, if Jim was actually as good as he THINKS he is... I'd be able to market him. So by sucking, yes he has screwed himself out of the Dual Crown.

Madison lets out an annoyed sigh as she puts the stacks of file folders back into the filing cabinet and tries another drawer.

Madison: Who filed my stuff?! It looks like squirrels nest in here!

Victoria: What are you even looking for?

Madison: A star, Victoria. I'm looking for a superstar. Ah-ha!

Madison rips a folder from the cabinet, raising it above her head in a victory celebration. She drops the folder onto the desk.

Madison: There! That's what I was looking for. You see?

Victoria strolls over to the desk, glancing down at the folder before her eyes widen.

Victoria: Are you serious?

Madison: Dead serious. And that star, is here tonight.

A smile forms over Victoria's lips, matching the exact same one over her sister's lips.

The tribal, pounding drums of Disturbed's "Ten Thousand Fists" thunder over our audience and the house lights drop black with blue lazers cutting through the darkness. Thin fog roils from the entryway as the guitars pick up and David Draiman SCREAMS "Survivor", then flows into the first verse.

[align=center]"One more goddamn day when I know what I want
And my want will be considered tonight. Consider tonight.
Just another day when all that I want will mark me
As a sinner tonight. I'm a sinner tonight, yeah!"[/align]


Graver enters the arena and throws up some metal, throwing it so damn hard he goes back on one foot, then leans forward, free hand on his knee, shows the horns to a fan and turns it into a middle finger. Graver laughs and makes his way to the ring, pointing to fans and doling out well-deserved 'fuck you's. He enters the ring and bee-lines to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope and flipping off the fans once more before dismounting and turning around.

JH: There you have him, folks. The most despicable man in the FIW.

TM: Jonathan, need I remind you of all the messed-up things TNT superstars ALONE have done, and that’s not to speak of Slam! What makes Graver so awful?

JH: He doesn’t respect women! … and flips the bird a lot! Kids watch this show!

TM: Fucking grow up, you pussy.

As the FX censors race for the bleep button, the old, rusted riffs of AC/DC classic 'Shot Down In Flames' drag over the PA. The crowd cheers in anticipation of the pretty new face of Kendra Norton. After the momentum of the song begins to pick up & the chorus begins, the crowd cheers loudly as Kendra makes her way to the stage.

TM: Well, Hitchen, I gotta--

[align=center]Out on the town, looking for a woman
Gonna give me good love
[/align]

Kendra smiles & proceeds to make her way down the entryway. She'll hit a high five or two along her way. She reaches the ring steps & begins to walk up them.

TM: Grr… I gotta say--

[align=center]I said 'Baby, what's the going price?"
She told me to go to hell!
[/align]

Kendra makes her way into the center of the ring, placing her hands on her hips & smiling satisfactorily.

[align=center]Shot Down In Flames, Shot Down In Flames,
Ain't it a shame, to be Shot Down In--
[/align]

TM: *shouting* I GOTTA SAY I FEEL SORRY FOR KENDRA SINCE SHE'S GONNA BE LOSING HER RETURN MATCH!!!

Kendra raises her fist to the crowd, getting a nice pop. The song begins to fade out as she makes her way to a neutral corner. She takes off her leather vest & places it across the turnbuckle. She then grabs the rope & stretches back & forth, bouncing off of it, preparing for her match.

JH: … what the hell was that about?

TM: Friggin’ lyrics kept interrupting me! There’s like a million of ‘em!

MA: Llllladies and gentlemen! The first contest of the night is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, USA… GRRRRRAAAAVERRRRR!!!

Graver flips the fans off as they boo him. Frickin’ fans. Frickin’… frickin’.

MA: Aaand his opponent… making her in-ring return… KENDRA!! NOOOORRRTOOOONNN!!!

Lots of applause for the kickass non-diva.

JH: You gotta admit, Thomas, the support for Kendra is unanimous!

TM: Well, yeah, it’d have to be. Otherwise one boob would be lopsided.[/bra joke]

The bell rings and Graver steps forward and points to his chin. Kendra raises an eyebrow, and he points again.

TM: Looks like Graver’s giving Kendra a free shot!

JH: I don’t know if that’s wise. Kendra’s one tough cookie.

TM: Like these day-old Oreos. Man, I KNEW I should’ve eaten them on the plane!

Kendra reels back her fist, but Graver ducks and GRABS HER BOOBIE!!!

TM: HE DID IT!! HE DID IT!!

JH: Graver wastes no time in humiliating Kendra Norton, and--OH! How d’ya like that? She’s ALL fired up!

TM: What the hell, have you been taking your JR pills or something?

JH: I just… miss him… so! Much! *sniffle*

What Hitchen was speaking of, of course, was Kendra FLYING into Graver with a flurry of low and mid kicks that eventually knock him to the ground. Kendra pulls him back up by the arms, and adds that momentum into a HARD Irish whip to the ropes! Graver rebounds and ducks under a superkick, rebounds off the opposite ropes, and NAILS Kendra with a shoulder block!

TM: Bang! There’s Graver taking back control of this match!

Graver pulls Kendra up and begins fustigating her with a series of punches to the head, then swings his leg upward for a hard toe kick, BUT Kendra grabs it! She spins him around and DROPKICKS HIM IN THE CHEST! Graver stumbles back into the ropes where Kendra launches into a kick! An elbow smash! A chop! Another kick! Then POWERS Graver to the outside with a--

JH: LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!

TM: Damn, Hitchen! Calm down!

JH: I’m sorry, Thomas, but we just don’t get to see Kendra power guys out like this often. It really impresses me to watch her fight.

TM: Yeah, she’s making an impression alright. An impression on my pants. I’m settin’ up a pup tent over here!

JH: That’s… that’s great.

TM: It’s a joke. It means my penis is hard.

JH: … yeah… yeah, I got that.

Kendra follows Graver to ringside, and RK begins his count.

RK: ONE!

Kendra grabs Graver and pulls him to his feet, only to get punched away!

RK: TWO!

Kendra retaliates with an elbow smash o’ doom! Graver reels, then comes back and--

JH: THUMB TO THE EYE!! AW, C’MON!! How low is that!

TM: Rather high, actually. Eyes are up here, Johnny. Where’re YOU staring.

JH: Shut up.

RK: THREE! FOUR!!

Apparently RK missed the eye-thumb incident as Graver charges forward unpunished, grabs Kendra by the head, and SLAMS her into the protective mats!

JH: That’s one unorthodox move, and it’s GOTTA hurt.

TM: Hitchen, Graver’s entire LIFESTYLE is unorthodox!

RK: FIVE!! SIX!! SEVEN!!

Graver pulls Kendra up by the head (read: hair) and SLAMS her face-first into the announce table!

TM: ACK! Back off, you! I have a squirt gun!

JH: I’ve been wondering why you had that thing next to you.

TM: Well, actually, it’s for impromptu wet T-shirt contests, but it works as wrestler repellent, too.

Graver grabs Kendra’s hair again, but Norton slams her palms on the hutch and reaches up for Graver’s hair, slamming HIM face-first into the table, knocking the black hutch off it’s setting!

TM: Oh, great! Now they’ve messed up our hutch! Why the hell do we even have this thing on here, if wrestlers just mess it up?

JH: Part of the TNT/Slam! peace treaty set by our C.E.O., Dr. Shultz. Some of the TNT set has to be named after Slam! stars of past and present… for instance, this hutch here, the cable jack you’re using for your internet there, and of course the invisible desk.

TM: Oh, right.

What’s the count up to, now? That was a lot of talking.

RK: EIGHT!! NINE!! TEN!! ELEVEN!!

Thanks, Rich. Kendra grabs Graver and whips him HARD into the ringside, causing him to slump against the apron. She then nips up onto the little ledge, does a walk for speed, then CRACKS a dropkick from the apron RIGHT into Graver’s ribs!

JH: And that’s the price you pay for messing with Kendra Norton!

TM: That and a couple thousand dollars. I smell a sexual harassment suit, and trust me Hitchen, I KNOW what those smell like.

Kendra rolls Graver into the ring, then follows him in, pulling him upright and facing away from her. She locks in the katahajime, then WRENCHES Graver overhead!!

JH: KEEENDRAAPLEEXXXUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!

TM: Oh no! Graver is shell-shocked!

Kendra slides over and floats into a lateral press. RK drops…

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!



No! Kickout at two![/align]

TM: That’s just ridiculous, is what it is. Kendra thinking she can take Graver with one little suplex.

JH: One little suplex!? Have you been watching the match? Kendra’s been on the offensive more than Graver has!

TM: Not in THIS match!

Thomas jabs a finger at his own cranium and grins as we watch Kendra shoot Graver toward the turbuckle. He catches the pad, minimizing the blow, and wisely ducks blindly as Kendra SAILS head-first into the top turnbuckle!

JH: That jumping elbow strike went nowhere but wrong for Kendra Norton.

Kendra slumps against the turnbuckle and slides down on her ass. Graver grins and runs at her, jumps up on her shoulders, and starts STOMPING on her face and cranium!

TM: Slam Dancing!

JH: The disrespect continues!

RK yells a five count at Graver and he dismounts with a not-so-subtle boot wash over Norton’s cute nose. He grins at Kelly and shrugs, then pulls Kendra back to verticality.

TM: Look, Graver’s a gentleman! He just helped her up!

Graver whips her toward the ropes, but stops her short by grabbing her hair and JAMS her head into his kneecap!

TM: -- and then back down again!

JH: I can’t believe Graver hasn’t been disqualified yet! This is just despicable!

Graver just shakes his head and flips of some fans as Kendra wobbles to her feet. He takes notice and cycles his arm, warming up…

TM: Graver’s looking to end this thing!

Kendra does that so-stereotypical-you-knew-it-was-coming turn around and gets LEVELED WITH A STANDING TAKEOVER!!

TM: ONE SECOND COLLAPSE!!!

JH: Just look at poor Kendra’s head bounce off that mat!

Graver hooks the leg!

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!


DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align]



MA: Your winner… GRRRRRAVERR!!!

JH: Well, I hope he’s happy with himself.

TM: I know he is! Lookit him grinning!

Graver turns toward the timekeeper and makes the ‘ol Stone Cold Signal, then gets tossed a pair of cold ones. He tucks one under his arm and cracks open the other, takes a swig, then pours the rest out on Kendra’s chest.

TM: Hm. Guess I didn’t need the squirt gun after all.

JH: This is just abominable! Graver isn’t worthy of being called a human being!

TM: Of course he’s not a human being, Hitchen! He’s a human drinking, a human rocking! A human kicking ass!

Graver cracks open another beer, raises it high, and drinks it down before tossing both cans away, flipping off the crowd, and making his exit.

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

JH: And now folks, it’s time for the second match of the night. We’re going to see “Mr. TNT” Max Corona take on Bill Kuriyama.

TM: That’s right, Hitchen, and finally Max is gonna get his revenge against Bill for stealing that victory from him a few weeks ago!

JH: Well, we’ll have to wait and see if that indeed will happen or not. Let’s not waste anymore time and send it off to Michael Anderson to kick this one off.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!! Introducing first…

The house lights suddenly drop and we hear a sudden...



[align=center]*BEEP*


Windmill, Windmill for the land.
Turn forever hand in hand.
Take it all in on your stride.
It is sticking, falling down.
Love forever love is free.
Let's turn forever you and me.
Windmill, windmill for the land.
Is everybody in?
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A spotlight suddenly shines on the entrance as Fat Joe starts rapping about laughing gas and ass cracks revealing Bill Kuriyama and his crew, Shake, Matlock, and Lee. About at Fat Joe's first psychotic laugh, Bill motions that his crew bounce, and they do indeed head toward the ring under the spotlight. Shake and Matlock throw up signs and grin while Lee smiles polietely and waves at the fans. Bill steps between the ropes as his crew rallies to his corner, Bill throwing his arm up in the air Rock-style. Gorillaz' "Feel Good Inc." dies down and Bill leans against his corner, waiting.


MA: …hailing from New York City, New York and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-nine pounds…BILL KURIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAMMMMMAAAAAAAAA!!!

MA: And his opponent…

The house lights fade into darkness as the opening chords to Three Days Grace anger anthem, “(I Hate) Everything About You,” rips through the PA system.


[align=center]Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven’t missed you yet
[/align]

Slowly the house lights rise, and a cloud of smoke raises from the grated stage, the silhouette of Max Corona is illuminated by blue lasers as he steps into the smoke from behind the curtain. Max poses with arms outstretched for moment, and he soaks up the boos from the fans, before stepping out to the TNT signature elevated ramp.


[align=center]Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don’t miss you yet
[/align]

Max strolls down the ramp, shaking his arms out to loosen up. Glaring at the fans along the way. Max takes a moment to “test” the tension of the ropes, and once satisfied with it, Max springboards in with a “rope flip.”


[align=center]Only when I stop to think about it…
I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU
WHY DO I LOVE YOU
I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU
WHY DO I LOVE YOU
[/align]

Now that the lights are back up to full illumination, Max climbs a turnbuckle and repeats his pose that he had done on the stage, and the fans boo the roof off of the arena.

MA: …hailing from Portland, Or. USA and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds…”MR. TNT” MAX COROOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Both Max and Bill remain in their corners and Michaela checks if both are ready to start the match before she calls to the timekeeper to ring the bell.

DING-DING

At the sound of the bell both competitors exit their corners and begin circling the ring. They meet up in the center with a collar and elbow tie-up and begin jockeying for the advantage in the match. Being the bigger of the two, Bill takes the advantage and pushes Max toward the corner. Bill breaks the tie-up and lands a stiff elbow shot to Max’s face, and another, and now Bill nails Max in the gut with a knee…Bill takes a step back AND SHOOTS FORWARD HE LANDS A HARD KICK RIGHT TO MAX’S STERNUM AND MAX TUMBLES DOWN TO THE MAT! Bill takes a step forward into the corner and lifts Max to his feet.

He pushes Max into the ropes and sends him into the opposite side…Max rebounds off AND BILL CATCHES HIM WITH A STIFF SIDE KICK TO THE MIDSECTION! The kick forces Max backward and doubles him over AND BILL WHACKS A STIFF SPIN KICK TO THE SIDE OF MAX’S HEAD! Max hits the mat hard and Bill quickly goes for the first cover of the match as Michaela goes down for the count…

[align=center]ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!


NO MAX KICKED OUT JUST BEFORE MICHAELA COUNTED THE THREE!!
[/align]

JH: Max’s attempts at revenge being stopped thus far in this match.

TM: Hey, hey, hey, this match is far from over as you always say, Hitchen. There’s still time to take back the advantage.

JH: Indeed there is, Thomas.

Bill gets to his feet and drags Max up to his. He smacks a forearm shot to the head and forces Max back toward the ropes once again. This time though, Bill takes a step back AND HE NAILS A HUGE KICK TO MAX’S FACE AND MAX TUMBLES OUT OF THE RING TO THE MATS ON THE OUTSIDE! Bill steps between the middle and top ropes to the outside and grabs Max around the head before he has a chance to get to his feet. He picks Max up to his feet and slams his head right into the guardrail and Max stumbles backward back first on the apron behind him. Bill nails a stiff kick to Max’s gut and Max doubles over. He grabs Max by the head and tosses him back up to a vertical base and forces him back against the apron once again. He nails another stiff kick across Max’s midsection and once again Max doubles over, this time falling to a knee. Bill grabs Max around the head in a front facelock, moving him away from the apron as he lifts him to his feet. He throws one of Max’s arms over his head AND BILL SNAPS BACK WITH A SNAP SUPLEX AND MAX HITS THE THIN MAT HARD ON THE OUTSIDE! Meanwhile Michaela remains in the ring and continues the count she started when Max and Bill first exited the ring.

SIX!!

SEVEN!!

EIGHT!!

NINE!!

JH:
Bill continuing the punishment on Mr. TNT here. Let’s see if Max can find a way to retaliate against this attack.

TM: Of course he will, Hitchen.

But right now Max doesn’t seem to be doing that as Bill continues his attack on the outside. He gets to his feet and lifts Max to his before dragging him over to the walkway stairs…but Max seems to be coming back and launches a right hand at Bill’s jaw…and another…and a third and Max is taking control of the match! No! Bill stops the momentum of Max by throwing a hard knee right into Max’s midsection doubling him over. He underhooks both arms and turns around to face away from the stairs of the walkway. He keeps Max’s arms underhooked AND HE LAUNCHES HIM OVER WITH A SUPLEX ONTO THE WALKWAY STAIRS!!!

JH: Argh!! Bill taking the attack even further now with that vicious suplex on the steps.

TM: Come on Max! Get back at him! Kick his ass!

Both Bill and Max stay down, Bill on the floor next to the walkway steps and Max in a crumpled heap right on the steps but Bill slowly begins to get to his feet as Michaela still continues the count on the inside of the ring.

THIRTEEN!!

FOURTEEN!!

FIFTEEN!!

SIXTEEN!!


Bill grabs Max and lifts him to his feet, dragging him up the walkway steps and taking him back into the ring before taking him down and going for another cover in the match as Michaela goes for the count…

[align=center]ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!


NO MAX KICKED OUT JUST IN TIME ONCE AGAIN!!
[/align]

JH: And again Max gets a shoulder up before the three count.

TM: That’s right, Hitchen. Max is still in this. There’s no way he’ll let Bill take this one.

Bill gets up and brings Max up with him before going behind Max and locking in a waistlock. He doesn’t hesitate for a second AS HE BRINGS MAX UP AND OVER HIS HEAD WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! But Bill isn’t done there, he keep his hands clasped together and rolls up onto his feet again AND HE HEAVES MAX OVER FOR A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX! But still Bill doesn’t seem to be done there as he rolls to his feet yet again. He looks out into the crowd but this time he doesn’t hit a third suplex, instead he releases the waistlock and he nails Max in the back with a hard clubbing forearm and Max goes down!

JH: Double German Suplex from Bill there!

Bill attempts to continue the attack by dragging Max up to his feet…but Max somehow gets back into the match and starts laying in right hand after right hand on Bill’s face. The Oregon native continues to force Bill backward with his punches AND THEN HE SENDS BILL DOWN ONTO THE MAT WITH A HIGH DROPKICK TO THE CHEST! Max quickly gets to his feet to keep the advantage going and grabs Bill up to his feet. He grabs Bill by the head and places his chin right at the top of his head and drops down with a sit-out jawbreaker taking Bill down to the mat once again!

TM: See, what’d I tell you Hitchen. Max is coming back into the match!

Max shuffles to his feet and lays in the boots to the back of Bill’s head and his back before lifting him up to his feet. He gets Bill to a vertical base in front of him and he nails Bill with a chop to the chest and the crowd responds with a resounding…

[align=center]WHOOOO!![/align]

Max reels his arm back AND HE NAILS A SECOND CHOP TO BILL’S CHEST AND THE CROWD RESPONDS IN THE SAME WAY…

[align=center]WHOOOO!![/align]

Max smacks a hard boot into Bills midsection doubling him over and Max grabs him in a front facelock AND HE TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A VICIOUS DDT! Max rolls Bill over onto his back and goes his first cover of the match as Michaela goes for the count…

[align=center]ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!


NO BILL KICKED OUT OF THE PIN BEFORE THE THREE!!
[/align]

TM: Max almost had the win there Hitchen.

JH: That he did but Bill managed to get his shoulder up just before the three count.

TM: He really shouldn’t have though. He can’t beat Max, not tonight.

Max rolls to his feet and grabs Bill around the head before lifting him up to his feet. He grabs one of Bill’s arms and wrenches it around before making his way toward the far ropes near the entryway and climbing up to the top rope.

JH: Max could be going for something big here. Let’s see if it will pay off for him.

Max walks along the top rope a bit AND HE LEAPS OFF THE TOP WITH A HURRICANRANA ON BILL AND HE TAKES HIM DOWN HARD ONTO THE MAT!

TM: Something Wicked This Way Comes! This is it, Hitchen. Max’s got this one done, all he has to do now is pin Bill and it’s over!

JH: And that is exactly what Max seems to be doing now and Michaela goes for the count…

[align=center]ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!


NO BILL KICKED OUT OF THE PIN ONCE AGAIN!!
[/align]

Bill just gets the shoulder up but Max doesn’t let that faze him as he gets to his feet and drops down with a big leg drop across the neck and throat of Bill before hopping up to his feet again and making his way to the ropes and climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Max holds his arms up in the air AND HE LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A HUGE LEG DROP ACROSS THE NECK AND THROAT AGAIN OF BILL! But Max doesn’t take a chance and go for a pin, instead he gets into the mount position on Bill and smacks right hand after right hand across Bill’s face. He stands up to his feet and goes over to Bill’s head and drops down with a knee drop and Bill tries to roll away from the attack by Max.

JH: Max seemingly relentless on this attack, he has gone almost non-stop in the attack on Bill.

TM: That’s smart Hitchen. He’s not gonna let Bill take over again in the match and risk losing it!

JH: That’s right, Thomas. Indeed that is smart strategy on Max’s part.

Bill tries to get to his feet but Max is right behind him and smacks a hard kick to the back of the head taking Bill down again. Max grabs Bill around the head and lifts him to his feet. He shoots him into the ropes and Bill rebounds AND MAX CATCHES HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE MAT AND MAX GETS BACK TO HIS FEET! He lifts Bill up to his feet and moves into the corner and onto the top turnbuckle. He leaps off AND HE CATCHES BILL WITH A TOP ROPE HURRICANRANA TAKING BILL DOWN ONCE AGAIN! And once again Max goes for the cover as Michaela drops down for the count…

[align=center]ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!


NO BILL KICKED OUT OF THE PIN ONCE AGAIN!!
[/align]

The frustration builds slightly on Max’s face but he keeps it in check as he continues his offense on Bill Kuriyama.

JH: Max starting to show a bit of frustration there.

TM: He’s too smart to let it get to him, Hitchen. He’s not going to let it get the best of him.

JH: Apparently you are exactly right Thomas. Max seems to be keeping it down as he continues here.

Max gets to his feet and lifts Bill to his before laying in a right hand across his face forcing him to stumble backward. He nails a stiff kick right to Bill’s midsection doubling him over before he locks him in a standing front facelock. He throws Bill’s arm over his head and lifts him vertically and attempts to keep him there for a moment. He does so for a couple seconds AND HE SPINS AROUND IN A COMPLETE 360 AND TAKES HIM DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER…NO…BILL REVERSED AND SHIFTED HIS WEIGHT AND DROPS DOWN BEHIND MAX! He spins Max around to face him before laying in elbows and kicks to all parts of Max’s body. Max drops down to a knee and Bill takes advantage of this and shoots into the ropes in front of Max AND HE REBOUNDS OFF AND LEAPS UP, NAILING MAX IN THE HEAD WITH HIS ANKLE AND MAX FALLS TO THE MAT IN A HEAP. Max lies motionless in the ring as Bill goes for the cover and Michaela goes for the count.

[align=center]ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

THAT’S IT, BILL HAS WON THIS MATCH!!
[/align]

TM: Noooo! What the hell happened?! Max had it! He was about to hit the Maximum Overdriver!

JH: That he was Thomas. But Bill seemed to have it scouted and reversed it just in time and countered with the Kuriyama Kick to win this one.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of the match…BILL KURRRRRIIIIYYYYAAAAAAMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

"Feel Good Inc." by The Gorillaz blasts on the speakers once again as Bill gets to his feet and raises one arm in the air. Michaela raises the other arm in the air and the fans cheer him as the music continues to play on. He makes his exit from the ring and heads up the walkway toward the backstage area as Michaela helps Max to his feet as the scene fades away.

[align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align]
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We cut backstage into the office of the TNT General Manager, Madison Lee. She appears busy with some paper work that lines her desk. However the camera turns towards the door when there is a knocking at it.

Madison: Come in.

The General Manager says without looking up from the current item of paper work she’s writing on. Slowly the door opens by a short blonde haired man wearing an Onikage t-shirt, otherwise known as JJ. Shortly after JJ enters the office Onikage walks through the door way with the “TNTIC” over his shoulder. A rather pleasant smile which isn’t too normal and even looks a tad eerie on Onikage’s face behind the mask. Onikage bows slightly to Miss Lee and waits a few moments, when he notices his student is simply looking around the office he smacks him in the mid-section. JJ gasps for air and looks down at Onikage and then notices how he is bowing and so does the same.

Onikage: Good evening Miss Lee, I’m sorry to disturb you from your work however I believe we have a few things to discuss. Do you mind?

Madison: Hmm? What? *Notices Onikage is pointing to the chair in front of her desk* No, sure, have a seat.

Onikage: Thank you.

Onikage sits down on one of the two chairs, JJ happily walks towards the other to sit down however before he can Onikage rests his title belt on the seat. The young pupil sighs sadly and continues to stand where he is.

Onikage: As I’m sure you are well aware Miss Lee I am a former three time FIW World Tag Team Champion, in fact I vacated my last reign coming here. I’m also sure you are well aware that TNT’s tag division has been growing as of late where as Slam’s only has one team remaining. I believe Miss Lee very soon TNT would be given the chance to bring the tag titles back over to the brand that originally held them since re-unifying them.

Madison: Yes I am very well aware of the tag division on my brand, your point in this Onikage?

Onikage’s smile sours only for a moment but he forces it to remain pleasant.

Onikage: Ah yes, my point, my point being Miss Lee is that if there is any one on your roster who knows how to wrestle and win championships in tag matches, it’s me. While I would not mind if some one else managed to win the titles for you, I would like to offer my tag team services. My only problem is due to a betrayal that I did not foresee I am partner less. That is where you come in Miss Lee, you could book me in a tag match and help me find a suitable partner.

Madison: Yes, I could book you in a tag team match. Any thing you want exactly in a partner?

Onikage: Oh no, I am not a picky man as long as my partner can hold up his end. However I do have one...tiny...eety...bity...request you could call it.

Madison: Which is?

Onikage: I want the match against Max Corona and a partner of his choice.

Madison: Why Max of all people?

Onikage: Oh I have my reasons though I don’t feel I wish to reveal them quite yet even to you, Miss Lee. Call it...me tying up a loose end that has lingered on long enough.

Madison: Right...Well I’ll see what I can do about the match and try to find you a partner. Is there any thing else?

Onikage: No, I don’t believe I have any other business at the moment to discuss with you. Thank you for your time, come JJ.

Onikage stands up and walks towards the door, of course before he reaches it JJ runs past him to open it for him. However, instead of a portal through which to exit into a hall, we see Graver, fresh from his match with Kendra. He looks to JJ who is, of course, confused.

Graver: Thanks, kid. Hold on, lemme get a tip...

Graver digs in his pocket, then produces his extended middle finger. He laughs, then takes a long drink of a victory beer.

Graver: Hey ugly *nods to Onikage*, hey boss.

Madison: Always a pleasure, Graver.

Graver: So, I was wonderin' if you had another match lined up for me. I mean, I AM undefeated by any FIW superstar.

Madison: Didn't Dante and Bill kick your ass?

Graver: Hey, we talked about that. Dante's NGIW trash, not FIW. That was, y'know. A fluke... or somethin... and Kuriyama? Well... Kuriyama didn't count either. I dunno why, but I'll fax it to ya when I figure it out. Anyway.. I'm 2 and 0 right now. I think that deserves a reward.

Madison: Go ahead and pat yourself on the back and say it was from me.

Graver: Nah, see, you're thinkin' small. I'm talkin' grand scheme. It's about time I get me one of them ugly belts.

Graver's eyes travel to Onikage.

Graver: Like the one this guy has.

Graver nods to him as though he hadn't just called both Oni and his title ugly in the space of five minutes.

Madison: Y'know what, gentlemen? I think I've come up with a solution... as Onikage just pointed out, TNT's tag division is slowly growing. And well, I'm sure Slam misses actual competition for the tag titles. And Onikage here was JUST asking for a new tag team partner. Say hello to him, Onikage. Your tag match next week, will be with Graver. I'll see what I can do about opponents for the two of you.

And thus, we fade back to ringside, which is a good place to be.

JH: Next we have a rematch from Relentless of sorts. We’ll see the two Cajuns, Remy and Carl taking on Sean James’ hired gun Rick and the debuting in-ring April Lynn.

TM: Pfft, what a loser, this isn’t April Lynn’s debut in a TNT ring. She’s competed before, this is just her in-ring debut as an active wrestler.

JH: I don’t really see the difference...

TM: Yeah...well...shut up, I slept with your mother last night and she’s given me a headache with all her screaming.

"Shatter" tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT's Cajun sensations, The Merchants of Menace. Both appear as shadows silhouetted against the entrance, one slim and athletic, one gigantic and broad.

[align=center]“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”
[/align]

Both men make their way along the raised platform, Remy smiling that cocky smile as he glances about the arena, Carl focused on the ring with his usual calm stoicism. As they reach for the ring the smaller of the two steps through the ropes and darts to a far corner, ascending the turnbuckle and throwing his arms out to the crowd as Mr. Lucas steps over the top cable and moves toward ring centre.

[align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering
My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”
[/align]

Remy drops down, having absorbed enough love for one night, and joins his partner in the middle of the ring where both men ready themselves for the upcoming battle.

MA: Weighing in at a combined weight of 563 pounds. Hailing from New Orleans, Louisana…They are RRRRRRRREEEEEEMMMMMMY BAAAAAARRRRRRTEAUX AND CAAAAAARRRRRRRL LUUUUUUUCAAAAAAASSS!!!

JH: I might not always agree with Remy’s tactics but darn it if the fans don’t love this man! Not to mention his large chap in crime Carl is a monster of a man!

TM: Pffft they aren’t nothing special, just a bunch of south white trash. I heard from April when Rich, her and me were hanging out backstage Remy has eleven toes on one foot and his sister is also his mother!

JH: How is that even possible? …

TM: Well you see when some one is inbred they can have birth def-

JH: No, the whole sister being his mother thing.

TM: Oh…ummm…

JH: You don’t know, do you?

TM: Naw I know, it is just such insightful information if I told you your head would explode.

‘Protect and Serve’ hits the PA system, the stage lights dim and strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena.
[align=center]Hate, hate building up for hours
That's their side, this one's ours
Blood and fists vs. total power
They didn't run, not fuckin' cowards[/align]


Smoke fills the stage up, as the strobe lights continue to flash throughout the arena. Rick Proctor emerges on the stage, in the smoke with his head lowered and his arms down beside his side. Rick walks slowly through the smoke, his leather jacket swirls amongst the smoke as he heads down the walkway to the ring.
[align=center]Riot in NYC, how did this begin?
Riot in NYC, riot all the punks & skins!
Fight back, fight back we can't sit and watch
Innocent people, our friends get beat up by the cops[/align]


Rick continues walking 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: Weighing in at 280 pounds and standing at six feet and three inches. He hails from Harlem, New York…He is RRRRRRRIIIIIICK PRRRRROOOOOCTOOOOORRRRR!!!

TM: There’s my boy yo, Rick and AL & me were talking about how after this we were going to maybe hit some clubs. Maybe invite Kennedy & Nadia along for the ride too.

JH: AL?

TM: Yeah dawg, that’s the nickname April let’s her friends call her. Ya must not be in the house with her.

JH: Uhh…I think that doesn’t mean what you think it means…

TM: Psst nig-

The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring. She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. Dropping her duster off her shoulders, she walks to the opposite side of the ring to drop it through the ropes before turning to await that start of the contest.

MA: And his partner…Weighing in at 125 pounds and standing at five feet and four inches. She hails from Aurora, Ohio…She is AAAAAAAPPPPRRRRRIL LYYYYYYNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

Remy and Carl talk to one another and decide Carl will start off the match for them. Mean while on the opposite side of the ring it seems moments later April and Rick decides April will start the match. Before Carl can take another step towards the blonde beauty Remy slaps him on the back and hops right back over the top rope. Carl looks to his tag partner who offers a innocent smirk and shrug. Slowly Carl exits the ring while Remy tries to casually strut towards April and look seductive.

The Ragin’ Cajun blows April a kiss who only glares back at her Cajun stalker. With the sound of the bell April and Remy begin to circle the ring from one another as the fans seem heavily behind Remy. Carefully April brings her hand up in front of herself calling for a tie up which Remy gladly takes. The two’s hands grab down on one another while the two begin to try and jock for position. Slowly their arms go from slightly over their heads to down to their sides while the two get closer and closer to one another.

JH: Well we thought we were going to have Carl and April start us off in this tag team match up. But seems Remy has opted to take Carl’s place for the time being.

TM: Course, cause AL is in there and Remy has been trying to get a booty call on that fine ass for a while now yo.

JH: You better hope Sean James isn’t watching this.

TM: What?! Sean and I are homies, he’d never get mad at me! Besides I’m just saying he has quite the lovely honey on his arm is all.

Neither Remy nor April has a clear advantage over the whole so far. Every few moments each lean further and further closer to one another. Both Carl and Rick are pounding their respective corners trying to rally up their partner to take the advantage. Remy takes one more step forward and now the two are chest to chest with one another. April growls and tries to gain advantage and she seems to be actually doing so.

However she then realizes Remy’s attention is no longer on the tie up, but on April’s cleavage pressing right up against Remy’s own chest. Remy slowly looks up and smirks playfully and wiggles his eyebrows slightly at April. April quickly breaks the tie up and nearly jumps a foot away from Remy in disgust. The fans are laughing and having a ball while Remy simply grins at a slightly embarrassed April Lynn.

TM: What a sick pervert, in the middle of a wrestling match he stops to pay attention to his opponent’s cleavage.

JH: Yes…well…Every man has…bodily urges I suppose…

TM: Ha, even you can’t justify that pervert’s actions.

JH: Well no one is perfect Thomas.

TM: Oi don’t give me that garbage.

Suddenly in a fit of anger April charges and takes Remy’s head nearly right off its shoulders with a close line. It seems Remy’s little stunt has brought out the beast sort to speak in April. Quickly she begins to lay the boots into Remy’s mid-section, one right after the other. The Cajun attempts to roll away to safety but April is right on his tail with a few more boots to his back this time. With a bit of effort April lifts Remy back up to his feet but he doesn’t stay on them long.

As soon as he is standing perfectly straight again April forces him back down with a Russian Leg Sweep slamming him back down against the canvas. In one swift motion April rolls over on top of Remy and begins to lay in the punches to Remy’s skull. With each punch Remy’s hair gets messier and messier and Remy’s face looks rougher and rougher. After a few more April finally decides to stop and catch her breath. Perhaps he didn’t learn his lesson the first time since Remy smirks with having April on top of him.

Or maybe he did since Remy doesn’t bother with saying or doing any thing hinting at some thing sexual. Instead the Ragin’ Cajun quickly rolls the two over so April’s shoulders are right down against the canvas and his legs are inter-wrap with her’s. Making it look like Remy is trying some type of Yoga almost. The referee however realizes what Remy is doing and wastes no time to get down on the canvas and start a count.

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April manages to untangle her one leg from Remy’s allowing her to get a shoulder up off the mat. With her on all fours trying to get to her feet Remy sees his chance and hurries forward. Using her back like a stepping stool Remy walks right up onto it before he does a flip in mid-air. With an impressive Remy-sault he drives April Lynn back down to the mat. Remy begins to roll April over perhaps for another pin attempt however Rick tries to enter the ring. As if he had some sort of spider senses or had eyes in the back of his head Remy gets up and rushes towards Rick’s corner.

He takes down the larger man right off the apron with Mob Hit Yakuza Kick! While Rick was being dealt with by Remy it gave April the chance to recover slightly and stagger up to her feet. She stumbles back into a corner and grabs onto the top rope trying to regain some of her strength. About a few moments into this breather she notices the feeling that some one is watching her and slowly looks up to find Carl. Whom happens to be still on the apron staring down at her.

JH: Remy is really starting to get going, a Remy-sault to April followed by a Mob Hit to Rick!

TM: That’s all well and good but look what he did to AL. And look at that giant of his, staring down at April, bet he’s just as much of a pervert as Remy.

JH: I don’t know about that, I think he is just watching April to make sure she doesn’t try any thing.

April smiles weakly up at Carl who to the amazement of quite a few fans smiles back at the girl. However Carl’s smile is to say the least kind of strange and has a unnerving feel to it. Slowly like you would from a dangerous animal April backs away from the corner and Carl. She is so busy paying attention to Carl she doesn’t even see Remy awaiting her with a toe kick to the mid-section. Remy wraps his arm around the back of her head and with his free one grabs a handful of her booty shorts.

With relative ease Remy lifts April up into the air and holds her there for a few moments. And like a missile dropping to the ground Remy drives April head first into the canvas with a Brain Buster. But Remy holds on and pulls April back up to her feet before for a second time he lifts April up into the air. Remy holds April up there for a few more moments than the last time but the end result is the same, a second Brain Buster. Due to the dead weight it takes Remy a few more seconds to lift April up to her feet this time.

However for the third time Remy lifts April up into the air and holds her there for a few moments. When it looks like Remy is ready to deliver a third Brain Buster April’s legs begin to wiggle about. And with her free arm she begins to just club Remy silly in the head. The Cajun looses his balance and falls backwards towards the ropes where April plants her feet on the top rope. Quickly she pushes herself off in a springboard fashion and does nearly a complete spin before she drives the back of Remy’s head down against the canvas!

TM: Holy shucks! A reverse Aurora Boeallis!

JH: Darn it! She stopped the Une, Deux, Trois!

TM: Poor pervert, had his shiny bleached head driven into the canvas. Now hurry AL! Tag in Rick! Hurry! You can do it!

It’s obvious the two Brain Busters took out a bit of April as she crawls at near snail pace towards her corner. Her hired muscle had managed to get back up on the apron after Remy’s Mob Hit. Now it seems Rick wants to return the favor to Remy too as he extends his arm as far as he possibly can. With one last ounce of energy April leaps forward and in mid-air manages to smack Rick’s hand before she rolls out of the ring. Carl smacks Remy’s and his turnbuckle trying to get Remy’s attention and warn him of the Predator stalking towards him.

TM: To use a cliché’ business is about to pick up bab-ah! The Predator is going to tear that Cajun slime apart and make soup out of him!

JH: I think Cajuns actually eat Gumbo, not soup.

TM: It’s basically the same thing, Gumbo, Stew, Soup. It’s the same thing in the end of the day.

JH: Right, except they aren’t.

Rick picks Remy right up by the back of his shiny pants and twirls slightly in place before slamming Remy right back down with a Powerslam. While the Cajun cringes and groans in pain Rick kips back up and then leaps into the air. Remy’s chest is met with the jumping elbow drop driving itself into the center of it. Mister Barteaux’s eyes nearly pop right out of his head when all 280 pounds falls on top of him. The Predator isn’t done by a long shot as he gets to his feet and then falls back down with a standing head butt to the side of Remy’s chest.

TM: My boy Ricky is schooling Remy.

JH: He certainly is showing why he is called the Predator and why he has the strength advantage over Remy. But I feel Remy isn’t down and out just yet, he can still win this match.

TM: Please, like Remy has any chance against this man. There is nearly sixty pounds of pure muscle difference between these two. Not mentioning the fact that Rick is taller than Remy.

JH: By one inch…

TM: Yeah but he’s still taller.

JH:: By one inch!

Roughly Rick grabs a handful of Remy’s golden locks and pulls him up to his feet by them. The dazed Cajun tries to fight back with a few weak punches to Rick’s skull but all it seems to do is further Rick’s anger. Like an adult tossing a baby Rick tosses Remy right over his head and onto his shoulders. With monstrous force and velocity Rick falls back and slams Remy down between the canvas and him in a Samoan Drop. For the second time in this contest Remy’s eyes do their best impression of a Loony Tunes’. Gracefully Rick rolls over and rolls Remy over, hooking his leg for an pin fall attempt.

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Remy just barely manages to limply set his foot on the bottom rope before the three count. From the corner April slams her fist down on the buckle and begins yelling at Rick for not getting the three. In turn Rick gets up and begins to argue with the referee over it being a three and not a two.

TM: Listen to my boy Ref, that was a three! Remy got his leg on the rope after the three!

JH: That is false, it was before the three!

TM: After!

JH: Before!

TM: After!

JH: Before!

TM: After!

JH: Before!

TM: I hit it hard last night with your mom!

JH: Gah! Wait! Look! Remy is crawling towards his corner!

While Rick argues with the referee Remy was crawling towards his corner where Carl was looking for the tag. The Predator shoves the referee after getting so frustrated but then with April’s yelling realizes Remy is no longer at his feet. Quickly Proctor tries to catch up to the Ragin’ Cajun before it’s too late but sadly for Rick, it is just that. Remy’s hand limply tags out to Carl to cheers from the crowd. Carl steps right over the top rope and walks up to Rick Proctor with his game face on. The two large men sneer at one another while they look each other over.

The Predator tries to start things out with a haymaker that seems to not affect Carl in the very least. Carl replies to this with a massive forearm right to Rick Proctor’s nose that seems to have no affect on Rick too. Rick unleashes a hard slap across Carl’s chest which causes the bigger man to stumble back a bit. Taking this advantage Rick slaps his palm against Carl’s chest for a second time and for a second time Carl stumbles back. For a third time Rick slams his palm against Carl’s chest to try and cut down the big man.

With the advantage on his side Rick charges into the ropes behind him and rushes forward at Carl like a bull. Rick attempts to go for a Big Boot however Carl ducks under the leg but grabs it with one of his massive arms. Using Rick’s own momentum against him he brings Rick right around and grabs with his other arm Rick’s other leg by the inner thigh and lifts him up. Carl Lucas takes a few steps spinning with Rick on his shoulders before he drops him down in a Sit-out Powerbomb, delivering The Hard Goodbye. To the cheers of the fans Carl points to Remy who seems to want back in.

To the delight of the fans Carl smacks Remy’s hand for the tag and the smaller Cajun returns to the ring. Rather than go for the cover or even get Rick up Remy seems to be just waiting for some thing. With a shake of his head Rick shows signs of life and manages to pull himself up to his knee. This is what Remy had been waiting for it seems as he charges the Predator from behind and climbs right up him delivering the Bourbon Street Blues~! Quickly Barteaux pushes Rick over onto his back and hops up on top of him.

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TM: CRAP! Damn it damn it damn it!

JH: Remy and Carl win! Remy and Carl win! Woo!

MA: Your winners by pin fall…RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMY BAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTEAUX AND CAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRL LUUUUUUUUUUCAAAAAAAAASSSSSSS!!!!!

The bell rings to the cheers of the fans while Carl walks into the ring and helps Remy up off of Rick. While the two Cajuns celebrate their win with Remy trying to get Carl to dance with him trouble is brewing with the losers. Slowly Rick sits up as April walks into the ring, a microphone held firmly in her grasp as she looks none too pleased with her hired muscle.

April: You big, stupid, waste of SPACE!

TM: Uh-oh! Something tells me April isn't too happy with Rick.

JH: Something? Gee, I wonder what!

April: What EXACTLY is it that you do?! You didn't win the Fighting Spirit Championship at Relentless! You CERTAINLY didn't keep Sean safe from Carlos Kane! And you can't even win a lousey tag team match!

Rick climbs to his feet, his eyes diverted from April as tries to catch his breath.

April: I don't even know why you're still on the payroll! You're a useless as JJ was! So, Rick, let me take this moment to tell you that YOU'RE FIR--

April moves up in Rick's face as he prepares to send him packing but wait! Rick seems to snap! He SWATS the microphone out her hand, startling the young woman!

JH: Uh-oh. This doesn't look good.

TM: What the?! What is he gonna do to her?!

April tries to back away but finds herself caught in the turnbuckle! Rick yells down at the frightened woman, letting the out the frustrations over months of her snippy attitude. He grabs April, dragging her from the corner before military pressing her over his head with ease, showing off his impressive strength!

TM: Oh My God! He's gonna kill her!

JH: Wait a minute! Remy!

Remy, indeed. Remy Barteaux charges back into the ring, firing a forearm into the back of the Predator! He falters slightly, allowing April to drop safely to her feet before back into the corner, cowering in fear! Remy continues to pound away on the Predator, backing him into the ropes before whipping him across the ring! But Proctor counters and whip and DELIVERS A SPINEBUSTER UPON THE CAJUN'S RETURN!!!

JH: A huge spinebuster from Proctor!

TM: April! Ah! You should've got out of there when you had the chance!

Rick turns back on the spoiled brat of a woman, his anger reaching an all-time high. He moves back towards her but Carl slides into the ring, putting himself before Rick and April. The two big men stare one another down, neither making the first move. Proctor glances at April behind Carl before deciding it isn't worth it. He drops to the canvas and rolls from the ring, making his way towards the back.

JH: Remy and Carl saving April Lynn! Rick should be ashamed of himself, thinking of putting his hands on a lady.

TM: At least they saved April, that's all that matters!

JH: Well I’m getting word we need to go backstage as some thing is going on back there.

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The TNT ring glows below the bright lights of the Shanghai Arena. Fans cheer as the camera pans across the crowd, catching various signs, TNT T-shirts and other human adverts until it settles on the TNT tron. The Arena fades to black and “Cells” blasts though the crowd.

TM: NADIA! Nadia is coming to the ring Hitchen! And I bet she’s got a lot to say!

JH: I’m sure she does, Moore. Ladies and gentlemen, Nadia was part of a brutal tag match at Relentless where she cheated Dante and Kailey out of a win.

TM: Don’t be ridiculous, Hitchen! Kennedy pined Kailey fair and square! 1-2-3! If you want to blame anyone blame that Slam! Sucker Ragin’ for being on the walkway during a TNT match!

TNT’s vivacious vixen emerges through the curtain, stopping a moment to soak up the mixed crowd reaction before stepping forward, allowing her devious companions, Kennedy and General Manager Madison Lee enter behind her.

JH: And she’s not alone. I’ve always heard that witches travel in threes.

TM: Nadia, Kennedy AND Madison!? Where are the EMTs? I think my heart stopped!

MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making her way to the ring being accompanied by Kennedy and the TNT General Manager Madison Lee! Now residing in Hollywood, California… NAAAADDDDIIIAAA KAAASSSSLLLLE!!!

The treacherous trio strides the length of the walkway to the ring amidst the strobe lights before slipping into the ring one at a time. The music fades as Nadia is handed a microphone by the ringside crew. Nadia raises the microphone to her lips and shouts...

Nadia: Ni Hao, Shanghai!

TM: She knows Chinese, Hitchen! There's nothing Nadia can’t master!

The fan’s cater to Nadia’s cheap pop attempt.

Nadia: Shee-yuh shee-yuh! Wo de ming-zi Nadia Kassle. But most of you already know who I am, and what I’m capable of. But for the benefit of the few of you that might, somehow, NOT know me by reputation… and for the benefit of Kailey Lane, the woman I'm facing in the ring tonight--

The crowd pops at the mention of Kailey’s name. Nadia and Kennedy roll their eyes until the audience cheers fade.

Nadia: AS I was saying… let me remind you all, just who… I… am. I am the most dominant female in FIW history!

Kennedy raises an eyebrow upon hearing this.

Nadia: Now, wait… I know what your thinking. With all that Kennedy has accomplished… I mean she’s a former Dual Crown champion, and one of the few woman in FIW to ever garner my respect. Kennedy's made grown men cry. In… and out of the ring. And is without a doubt is the most ACCOMPLISHED woman in FIW history.

Kennedy’s expression turns to a nodding smirk as Nadia continues on.

Nadia: And our esteemed GM Miss Madison Lee, whose beauty is matched only by her own business sense and drive. Madison has lifted TNT to a new golden era that no other GM before her has ever been able to achieve. Madison is without a doubt the greatest asset to TNT’s history.

With her grrls once again at her back Nadia continues.

Nadia: Now let's talk a little about my accomplishments. Now I may have never held the Dual Crown, and Lord knows I could never carry the weight of this company on my shoulders. But what I do, I do damn well, and there are quite a few ladies that can attest to that. Chalice, promising young superstar on the rise… I beat her back down to the bottom before she ever got to the top, never to seen again. Tragic. Then there was my “best friend” Tomoko.

Nadia looks around the ring.

Nadia: Well… I’m still here, where is Miss Onamari? Guess she couldn’t keep up either. Torrie…

Nadia stifles a giggle placing her fingers over her lips before clearing her throat and regaining her compsure.

Nadia: Well, I guess it just wasn’t her Time after all. Torrence, see above…. or below, I hear that’s a position she’s used to. That brings me to Kennedy. Now let me say this… that girl...

Nadia points to Kennedy.

Nadia: She kicked my ass just as much as I did hers, and I’d say neither of us ever “beat” the other. But ya know what they say. If ya can’t beat them… join them. If I wanted Gold I’d buy myself a new pair of earrings.

Well Little Girl… You wanted my attention… you’ve got it. BUT… I have a little proposition for you.

TM: She’s propositioning Kailey, Hitchen!

JH: I don’t think she means it the way you think, Moore. However this IS Nadia, I wouldn’t put it past her.

Nadia: Kailey… you’ve made it very well known that you don’t want to be here. And frankly… and I think the others will back me up on this...

Nadia turns to Kennedy and Madison, who nod agreeably.

Nadia: Frankly… you're not wanted. You see, we’ve had our fun with you… and now we’re bored. So I’ve talked with Madison, and she’s decided that you are free from your contractual obligations… that is IF… you come to this ring… right now… and beg us to void your contract. So, little girl, just march your pretty little self down to the ring and get on your Knees.

"Defy You" blares over the PA system and Kailey makes her way though the curtain. The crowd cheers on the Southern Sensation as she strides to the ring, stone-faced.

MA: And the opponent, from Nashville, Tennessee… KAAAAILLLEEEEY LAAAANNNNE!!!

JH: Nine days ago at Relentless, this woman had her return match in FIW, and thanks to Nadia Kassle, Kailey was not successful. But now, she's about to get it on here on TNT for the first time since August of 2004!

TM: Actually! She's about to beg to get out of this match, and any other match!

Kailey slides between the middle and top ropes and runs full force tackling Nadia!

JH: I think we just got Kailey’s answer folks! No begging involved!

The bell rings as Kennedy and Madison flee from the ring, desperate to avoid Kailey's wrath! Kailey floats over into a mounted position, pummeling away at Nadia with a face full of rage!

TM: I thought Kailey's anger would've subsided from by now but she's still going at Nadia with guns ablazing'!

JH: Well, I'm sure Nadia's little mic time beforehand didn't do her any favors.

Nadia uses all her strength to throw Kailey off of her! Kailey rolls backwards, rolling to her feet just as Nadia climbs to hers. Kailey rushes back in… right into a raised knee from Nadia! With Kailey doubled over, Nadia drives a double axe handle into the back of the woman's neck! Kailey falls face-down into the mat and before she can get back up, Nadia places a knee into her adversary's back! She grabs a handful of Kailey's hair, lifting it off the canvas whilst keeping her knee buried into Kailey's back. Nadia talks a bit of trash before throwing her face back into the canvas!

JH: Nadia's obviously not happy with Kailey's impromptu start to this match.

TM: OBVIOUSLY!

Nadia drags Kailey to her feet by her arms. Nadia applies a double chickenwing before lifting Kailey up into the air! Kailey screams out in pain as the pressure is applied to her shoulders. Nadia releases the hold, dropping Kailey face-first into the canvas!

JH: Nadia, showing off her impressive strength.

TM: Impressive is right. You know, I think Nadia might be the strongest lady on our roster.

JH: Are you forgetting about Kendra already?

TM: I said lady!

JH: Oh! That's a very chauvinistic thing to say. Did you give any thought to what Kendra might think when hearing something like that?

TM: Nope. None at all.

Kailey checks her nose, praying that the drop to the canvas didn't bust it open. Luckily it's not busted. Unluckily, that moment cost her valuable time, allowing Nadia to stay on her prey. By the hair, Kailey is dragged back to her feet. Nadia blasts her with a hard right hand, followed by a vicious chop that echoes through the arena! Unfortunately all that does is fire Kailey up to deliver a chop of her own!

JH: Kailey firing right back at Nadia!

And so the chop war begins… or does it? Nadia rears back and catches nothing but air with a right hand as Kailey ducks underneath. Nadia spins around, right into a forearm shot from Kailey! Another! Another! Another! And Kailey backs Nadia into the ropes before whipping her off to the opposite end! But Nadia reverses! Kailey hit’s the ropes and FALLS FACE-FIRST TO THE CANVAS!

JH: Ugh! Look at that!

TM: Wow. Kailey tripped over her own feet. How sad.

JH: You mean to tell me you aren't watching Kennedy close enough to see she just tripped Kailey?

TM: Huh? Oh, I was watching Miss Lee.

Kennedy calmly steps away from the incriminating area as RK notices Kailey flat on her face. He looks around confused before accusing Kennedy and Madison of doing something. Both have the most convincing look of innocence on their faces and RK has no choice to be not call what he doesn't see. Meanwhile, Nadia wastes little time in attacking the downed opponent, stomping down on the back of her head.

JH: Thanks to the interference from Kennedy, Nadia's back in charge. Guess she was returning the favor from Relentless, huh?

TM: I have no idea what you're talking about.

JH: Of course you don't.

Nadia grabs Kailey's legs, wrapping them up before lifting her into the air, stepping over her body. She places a knee on the back of Kailey's neck as she torques in the Texas Cloverleaf! Kailey screams out in pain as Nadia creates a U with the Nashville Star's body! Madison and Kennedy watch on with glee as Kailey is bend in the wrong direction.

JH: Good God, look at the arch of Kailey's back!

TM: A modified version of the Kassle Gates, Jonathan! Nadia's really doing a number on Kailey here!

JH: With three on one, it's hardly playing into Kailey's hands!

Kailey reaches out at the nearby ropes, which coincidentally happen to be JUST out of reach. Isn't that always the case? RK is in her face, asking if she quits. Between cries of pain, Kailey manages to scream out a "NO!" to keep RK at bay. She continues to stretch her arm towards the bottom chord as Nadia keeps her knee placed on Kailey's neck, pulling back on her legs!

JH: Kailey's gotta get to the ropes here. It's her only hope!

TM: Or she can't tap out. Which you know is what's gonna happen. Look at the angle her back is bent at!

Kailey holds her hand out and… BRING IT DOWN onto the bottom rope! She clamps her fingers around the blue chord, screaming out a mixture of pain and relief! RK gets right in Nadia's face now, commanding she release the hold! Nadia shakes her head, giving RK an "Are you insane?" look. So RK starts his count! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIV-- Nadia just releases the hold in time, shooting RK a challenging look. RK doesn't bother to reprimand her as it's obvious it'll do no good.

JH: Nadia, of course, utilized that five-count to it's fullest. Smart move on her part, despite the lack of sportsmanship. Which Nadia does not have.

TM: She doesn't. She has sportswomanship!

Kailey pulls herself closer to the ropes, using them to pull herself up while she supports her back. Nadia rushes in, DRIVING A KNEE INTO THE SMALL OF THE BACK! She hooks Kailey up in an inverted face lock, dropping Kailey back first across her knee!

JH: Nadia is really doing a number on Kailey's back. First that Texas Cloverleaf and now a modified Dragon Sleeper.

TM: Kailey is so gonna have to tap out!

But she doesn't. Instead, Kailey throws both feet into the air, pushing off the top rope and flipping over, BRINGING NADIA DOWN WITH A MODIFIED REVERSE DDT! Kennedy and Madison both watch in shock as the back of Nadia's head crashes into the canvas! Both women are down as RK starts his count!

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JH: Look at the agility of Kailey! Counting that Dragon Sleeper with a DDT!

TM: It was luck! That's all it was! And it's about to run out!

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That's as far as RK gets before Madison pulls herself onto the turnbuckle! She begins screaming at RK for something or another and RK moves in to confront the boss. Meanwhile, Kennedy pulls herself onto the apron as well. RK is oblivious as he argues with the GM. Kennedy springboards onto the top rope and twist in mid-air CRASHING INTO KAILEY WITH A MOONSAULT!

JH: HEY! REF, BEHIND YOU!

TM: Wow-ee! Did you see that amazing moonsault from Kennedy?

JH: Yes, I did! And it was illegal!

As quick as she entered, Kennedy rolls from the ring as Madison keeps the ref busy. Nadia slowly brings the crawl towards her opponent, Madison making sure she keeps RK busy so Nadia can't be counted out before this victory is stolen.

TM: Come on, Jonathan! That moonsault was a thing of beauty!

JH: It was a very athletic maneuver but it was also and illegal maneuver!

Nadia throws an arm over Kailey, prompting Madison to drop down off the apron. RK spins around and spots the pinfall, making the count!


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JH: Yes! Kailey kicks out at the last second!

TM: That was three!

JH: That pretty darn close but it was two!

RK assures the timekeeper that it was indeed a two count. He wipes some sweat from his brow to show just how close even he found that pinfall. Nadia groggily drags herself to her knee, a look of frustration upon her face. Kailey remains on her side, a hand on her back. Nadia climbs to her feet, gives herself just enough room to step in and CRACK a soccer kick off the small of Kailey's back!

JH: Continuing to assault Kailey's back. A very smart strategy from Nadia.

TM: Nadia is super smart in that ring. She maps out a gameplan and sees it through to a victory!

Nadia takes a moment to prettify herself from the tasking match this has been. On the outside Madison calls for the end, telling Nadia to finish Kailey off. Nadia has a plan and drags Kailey up to her feet. With little effort, the Russian vixen pulls Kailey up across her shoulders.

JH: Uh-oh. Here we go. This is what Nadia used to finish the job at Relentless!

TM: This is the end, Jonathan. Kailey's back can't handle this!

Nadia swings Kailey's legs around and SLAMS HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM! NO! Kailey uses the momentum to throw her legs up around Nadia's head! She swings around, spinning herself up to grab Nadia around the head and DROP HER WITH A DDT!

JH: KAILEY COUNTERED! The Kailey-Go-Round DDT!

TM: Ahh! How did she do that?!

Kailey pushes Nadia onto her back and covers, hooking the fair leg and grapevining the near leg!


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"Defy You" hit’s the speakers as RK calls for the bell!

JH: Out of nowhere, Thomas! Out of NOWHERE! Kailey picks up this victory!

TM: HOW DID SHE DO THAT?!

JH: Quite an impressive counter, let's take another look at it-- Hey!

We don't take another look as Kennedy and Madison enter the ring! Kailey is climbing to her feet when Kennedy nails her from behind with a forearm! Madison helps Nadia up to her feet and Kennedy stomps away on Kailey's back! Nadia uses the ropes to stand, clearing her head as Kennedy continues the assault!

JH: What the hell is this?! The match is over and Nadia lost!

TM: It wasn't a fair match!

JH: You got that right!

TM: I knew you'd see things my way… err, hey!

Madison rips her jacket off, pulling Kailey up by the hair before wrapping the coat around Kailey's throat, choking her out with it! Nadia shakes her head clear and gets in Kailey's face, watching as she's getting the life choked out of her! She screams at the meddlesome woman before SLAPPING her across the face!

JH: And now our general manager is choking and employee! Is that any way to act?!

TM: God, she looks hot!

Madison finally release the woman, allowing Kailey to breath in precious oxygen! But not for long before Madison commands Nadia and Kennedy to finish it off! They both drag the Kailey to her feet, holding her limp body in their hands as they both apply a front facelock. They give each other a nod before SMASHING KAILEY'S HEAD AND FACE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DOUBLE DDT!!

JH: Dammit! The double DDT to Kailey after the match is already over!

TM: At least they waited!

JH: They couldn't handle the fact that Kailey actually won fairly!

TM: Fairly?! I've never seen someone cheat as much as Kailey did tonight!

JH: WHAT?!

"We Are" hit’s the speakers as Madison takes Kennedy and Nadia's hands, raising them into the air to signify a moral victory or what have you. Regardless of what kind of victory it is, the crowd aren't happy to see it and let them know it!

TNT returns from commercial break to find the camera in the depths of the arena. Off camera two voices can be heard bickering over some thing. Slowly the camera pans to the side to reveal Mark Deveraux and Toby Bostock slapping each other’s hands and generally fighting like little girls over a slip of paper.

Toby: Noooo! Give it back Mark! That was my assignment!

Mark: Not a chance! Like Madison and me are going to rely on you to get this scoop, right!

Toby: But Miss Lee gave the assignment to me!

Mark: No, she just by accident gave it to you. She meant to give it to me obviously.

While the two interviewers continue to argue and fight back and fourth a shadowy figure can be seen down the hall behind them. The rather small figure walks towards the two casually but silently none the less. That is until it by accident in mid-step kicks a can of paint that was set down on the floor. Mark and Toby suddenly stop fighting and look at one another blinking, almost as if non-verbally asking one another if that was the other. Slowly they turn around and see the figure, the figure freezes in it’s tracks and then quickly runs down the hall to the right.

Mark: Wh...wh...w...what was that?

Toby: It looked like an ancient ninja master... he stared right into my eyes and deep into my soul and then ate it...

Mark: Right... Whatever nerd!

Mark snatches back the slip of paper laughing evilly while he begins to run down the hall way.

Toby: Hey! Wait! That’s mine! This is almost as unfair as when Luke who had become a Jedi master took on mere bounty hunters before facing Boba Fett!

Toby Bostock chases after Mark as we fade to black.

Darkness. Pure and utter pitch blackness. On the TNTtron a few lines of static flicker into life and a few chords sound out from the PA system. A few lyrics are whispered out, lyrics that even the TNT fans might just find familiar.

[align=center]Oh no, no, everything must go;

Lost our lease to the liquor store;

We’ll be here to fight another day;[/align]

The Slam logo flashes up on screen much to the chagrin of everyone in attendance, with the majority of these Chinese fans booing and jeering what they see. The logo starts to blow away from top to bottom as if made of very fine sand.

[align=center]Going out of style in a paper bag;

Sniffing chloroform off of burning flags;

Going down in flames but it feels okay; [/align]

The TNT logo suddenly blazes into view up on the TNTtron to a far better reception. A ‘Tee En Tee’ chant goes up before that too is forced from view, however unlike the previous Slam logo it is smashed by a third word.

[align=center]Yeah, uh-huh, that’s what they all say[/align]

That word is a name. That name is Ragin’.

With beautiful synchronicity pyros explode just about everywhere they could, perhaps in a desperate attempt to drown out the abuse that is being verbally spewed from just about everyone in the building. There’s probably a few in the lockeroom cursing loudly too. A silhouette is visible through the haze on the stage and there are no prizes for guessing the owner of said silhouette.

Ragin’ steps through the dispersing smoke, sporting the smart/casual look for tonight’s appearance. It’s worth noting the shirt though, it’s expensive and probably really soft and pleasant to touch. It shimmers. But most importantly it reads ‘Slam MVP’. He reaches the ring, ignoring all the taunts from the fans on the way down and simply stares at it. After a long pause Ragin’ hauls himself up onto the apron, the rope sliding through his open hand as he steps along it. He pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle and points his thumbs down at the words on his shirt to further wind up the fans.

Stepping down from his platform on the turnbuckle he circles the ring, taking his time to collect a mic from ringside, aggravating the crowd as much as possible. When he eventually does seem prepared to talk he halts, pacing the ring once more before again raising the mic to his lips.

Ragin’: “You know, there’s about two worse places I think I could be right now…”

A small grin spreads across his face, you know there’s going to be cheap shots and jokes to come, don’t you? I shall not disappoint.

Ragin’: “NGIW and Hell. Well, NGIW couldn’t even afford to buy my shirt let alone my damn contract and the Devil turned me down because he already owns my soul.”

Ragin’ lowers the mic and allows the fans to digest his comments. A few less than encouraging chants start to gain in volume but the Russian is used to it and shrugs them off, waiting for the fans to grow quiet once more.

Ragin’: “There’s been people down the years who have willingly crossed over the chasm between the show I built, Slam and the circus freak’s favourite, Trashdown. Let’s get this straight right now, standing here on this show in this god forsaken country is an insult to me, a personal fucking insult.”
He’s not making any friends here, and the fans let him know it. Ragin’ shakes his head dismissively. He makes a gesture to the audience for them to shut up and of course, this simply riles them into a louder chant.

Ragin’: “In fact, you know what I think of being here?”

Ragin’ drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, turning to face the apron. He glances at it briefly before aiming a great big wad of spit at the proudly displayed TNT logo. The camera zooms in a little while the Master of the Rage admires his handiwork, and a few people try to show what they think of Ragin’ in much the same manner. He eventually rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet.

Ragin’: “Yet thanks to Jack Manson I find myself not living lavishly, my feet up in my better-than-anything-you-can-ever-dream-of home in the beautiful countryside of Great Britain, collecting big, easy paycheques for being the greatest personality ever to grace a wrestling ring. Instead I’m swatting mosquitoes and shooing away beggars from the filthy streets of this backwater, full-of-more-kids-than-a-nymphomaniac-catholic, country.

Do you know how many stars my hotel has? Do you? It has just.. FOUR.”

Ragin’ turns away in utter disgust, actually looking visually repulsed by the conditions he’s forced to live and work in. He walks to the ropes and stares at various people in the audience, grimacing as he does so.

Ragin’: “Now I hear what you’re all asking. You’re all saying, ‘Ragin’, how are you so wonderfully gifted?’ and I can’t honestly answer that. So I’ll answer a question lower down on your list. Where, oh where is Natalya Vladek?

She’ll be here, don’t you sweat you dirty little palms. Well, maybe not HERE, but on this talent lacking show. Due to the circumstances that led me to be here I had to discuss her contract with Mr. Markone and he made sure he cut himself a pretty sweet deal for himself in order for me to buy out that contract. We’re talking more zeros than there are in this audience, and let me tell you.. that’s a fucking lot.”

Their voices must be growing hoarse from all that booing and jeering. Poor TNT fans. Ragin’ seems to revel in it unfortunately, barely able to hide a smirk at some of the things coming his way.

Ragin’: “Since Madison Lee shrewdly bought that contract though I guess I’m going to have to make the best of a very bad situation. Kind of like a fly living on a big pile of crap. But I have to say, Madison, honey, I respect that. Having the insight to sign the one man who can draw better than Leonardo da Vinci? Brilliant. Simply brilliant.

It seems the undisputed King of Slam has come to reign over on Trashdown..”

TM: The only reason Madison signed this piece of garbage was to further embarrass the so called Slam! “talent”. Just ask Elrick, Brighty, and Orion.

JH: You’ve got something of a point there, Thomas. The transition from Slam to TNT hasn’t been good at all for most.

TM: What’s even funnier is those guys jumped from a sinking ship to stable ground and this retard got kicked off the ship by that retard Jack Manson.

JH: You’re on a roll tonight, my friend.

Ragin’ stands in the ring, mighty proud of himself. He revels in the hatred the fans have for him.

TM: Why did you have to leave, Maclay? He’d be out here kicking this piece of garbage’s ass back to that joke they call Slam.

“Downfall” bursts from the arena speakers. It cuts through the crowd’s boos like a knife through butter and turns them into a roaring mass. Ragin’s eyes fly to the stage just in time to catch Dante Coles stepping out onto the metal grating.

JH: I think we’re gonna get the next best thing, Thomas.

TM: I don’t like him, but I’ll take it. Kick his sneaky Russian ass!!

Dante whips the sunglasses off his face, tossing them to the floor. His pace quickens down the canvas covered walkway until he reaches the ring. Dante ducks between the top and middle rope, stepping into the ring and closing the distance quickly between himself and Ragin’.

Ragin’: Well if it isn’t…

Ragin’s words fall short when he has the microphone snatched from his hand. Dante’s eyes burn with fire and rage as he looks at the calm and cool Russian.

Dante: What, the hell, are you doing here?

Ragin’ extends his hand for the mic, but Dante holds his hand up to halt Ragin’s progress.

Dante: No, I’ve just realized I don’t CARE why you’re here. The why doesn’t matter now. What matters is that you’re here which is kind of sad. How is it that a legend like yourself… and I do use that term loosely… but how is it that a legend from the other side makes his way over to the bluer skies of TNT?

Ragin’ says something that can’t be quite heard, lack of a mic and all.

Dante: What’s that? You had your ass beat by Jack Manson? Yeah, we all know that. That’s how you got kicked out of Slam!, but that’s not the question I asked you. What I asked you is how you found your way over here. I find it hard to believe that Madison Lee of all people would allow a no talent piece of Slam! shit like you step into a TNT ring.

Despite the harsh words, Ragin’ remains cool in the ring, it’s like his nature or something.

Dante: For somebody who’s so much better than TNT and NGIW, you seem to spend a lot of time around their talent. I mean, here you are after all and just at Relentless there you were getting involved in MY match. Funny that, you know.

Ragin’ grins, and if you can read lips, you’d know he asked “Why’s that?”.

Dante: You see, after your brought your scraggily ass down to ringside during my match at Relentless, I’ve had this itch... right about… here.

Dante raises his middle finger right in the face of Ragin’.

Dante: Because of YOU, the bitch pack got a cheap win at Relentless. I didn’t think I’d get a chance to square things sine you were so comfortable on Slam! and I sure as hell wasn’t about to make my way over to the slums of FIW. Fate seems to be smiling down on me, though because here you are, on TNT’s doorstep. Let me be the first to welcome you here, properly.

Dante reaches out and takes Ragin’s hand in his own, squeezing it in a handshake. Ragin’ grins, returning the iron grip of Dante’s.

Dante: I look forward to seeing you in the ring.

Both men stare each other down, neither relinquishing his grip on the other’s hand.

TM: I can’t believe this is going down.

JH: Neither can I. Things are certainly heating up, but will either man make a move? Stay tuned to find out. Right now we’ve got to cut to commercial!

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JH: We’re back live and it’s time for the main event.

TM: Forget about the main event for a second. What about that little encounter between Dante and Ragin’.

JH: I think Dante said all that needed to be.

TM: I’m sure he did. I just wish he would have punched that dirtbag once for me.

Dante paces the ring waiting for the upcoming match. His eyes stay focused toward the stage in anticipation of Hype and Jim’s arrivals.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest can only be won by submission or knock out and is for the ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPIONSHIP!!

[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

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 HIS ring.[/align]

JH: This is Carlos Kane’s chance to solidify his return.

TM: If he wins this match, he’ll finally earn the right to talk all that crap he does.

JH: I have to say I like his chances. He couldn’t ask for a better situation. The current champ isn’t one hundred percent and Hype’s style lends itself well to these types of matches.

TM: He still has to contend with Dante and just because Jim isn’t on his game doesn’t mean he’s going to be a pushover tonight.

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

EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY
FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES
CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY


O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards the crowd. Behind him sprouts a waterfall of red and gold pyrotechnics. After the pyrotechnics come to an end, it signals the big man to begin his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans booing and jeering the former champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. O'Brien reaches his destination, climbing over the top rope.

TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I AM

He makes his way to the southeast turnbuckle, climbing the 2nd one, facing the crowd. O'Brien stares a hole through the fans he faces, welcoming their negative energy towards him. Jim crosses his arms, shaking his head slowly.

EVOLUTION, EVOLUTION

O'Brien hops off the 2nd turnbuckle, which signals the song and lights to cut. He stands firmly behind the turnbuckle he was once standing on, staring at his opponent with dead-aim. The "Monster" then crosses his arms, showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face.[/align]

TM: Look for Jim to over power these two and get the knock out victory. He’s out to make a statement tonight and I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be Hype or Dante right now.

MA: Introducing from Los Angeles, California, he stands at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighs 255 pounds… DANTE COOOOOOLLLEEES!! The Chinese crowd claps politely for the challenger. He raises his arm to the crowd getting a little bit more of a pop from them.

And the other challenger from Detroit, Michigan, he stands at 6 feet and 6 inches tall, weighing 235 pounds… CARLOS “THE HYPE” KAAAAAANNNE!! Again the crowd responds with their usual clapping. Hype pounds on his chest and throws both arms up, getting the same little extra pop from the Asian crowd as Dante.

And the champion from Cincinnati, Ohio, he stands in at 6 feet and 7 inches and weighs 309 pounds… JIM OOOOOO’BRIIIIIIIIIEEEEEENNN!! Jim receives the same reaction as the others, maybe even slightly bigger since the crowd knows Jim from some of his work in his early years.

Tony Clarke takes the UEC and shows it off to the crowd before handing it to Timmy the timekeeper. He calls for the bell and the match gets under way.

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

JH: This one has officially started and there are a lot of angry stares between these three men.

TM: Hype talked earlier in the week about the heat that’s been brewing between him and Jim…

JH: What heat? They haven’t had any kind of significant contact with each other except for some random matches here and there. The only real thing they have in common is they both got their asses beat by Rage.

Jim has a few choice words for Dante, pointing his finger at the half Samoan and saying something not suitable for the kids. Dante returns a few not so kind words to Jim and the big man takes offense. Jim and Dante start to close the distance, coming toe to toe with each other with the smack talk still flying off their tongues.

JH: There’s a lot of animosity between these guys. Hype and Dante, Dante and Jim…

TM: It’s clear to me that Dante is the bad apple here. Let’s get rid of him, send him over to Slam.

JH: I think Hype is taking offense to Jim and Dante squaring off.

Hype steps up to the stare down and starts his trash talk at Jim, ignoring Dante at first. He looks over to Dante then starts with the trash talk on him THEN SHOVES BOTH MEN!

Hype: I’m the motherfuckin’ Franchise Player. Ni**as better recognize!

Dante and Jim don’t take too kindly to Hype’s little tirade AND BOTH NAIL HIM IN THE FACE WITH A PAIR OF STIFF PUNCHES!! Jim and Dante both start to lay the boots to Hype. Dante backs off with Jim picking Hype up and sending him into the ropes. Hype rebounds and goes down from a big boot by Jim. He gets to his feet and staggers toward the ropes and gets CLOTHESLINED OVER BY DANTE!! Hype hits the walkway and rolls off it to the floor.

JH: Dante and Jim took it right to Carlos at the start of this one.

TM: That’s what happens when you run your mouth in the ring.

Dante turns around RIGHT INTO AN UPPERCUT FROM JIM!! He staggers across the ring into the corner and Jim’s right there to bury a knee into his gut. He follows up with a HARD back elbow into Dante’s jaw and a quick straight right hand into his forehead.

JH: Dante’s stuck in the corner and Jim is firing some vicious shots into his head.

TM: He’s got a lot of snap to those punches, but it’s the elbows you gotta watch out for.

Luckily for Dante it’s not an elbow but another right hand to the face and then a sharp kick to the gut. Dante tries to get out of the corner, but Jim pushes him back in and DRIVES his elbow back into Dante’s head. This time Dante staggers out of the corner along the ropes, but Jim quickly whips him across the ring. Jim ducks his head just as Dante rebounds AND GETS HIS FACE SLAMMED INTO THE MAT!!

JH: Jim lowered his head just a split second too early and gave Dante enough time to come up with a counter.

Jim starts to get to his feet and gets a right hand smacked off his face from Dante. He staggers back into the ropes where Dante grabs his wrist and shoots him off to the ropes. Jim rebounds and get LEVELED…NO!! He ducks a clothesline attempt and hits the opposite ropes, rebounding and LEAPING INTO THE AIR AND TAKING DANTE DOWN WITH A FLYING LARIAT!!

TM: LAAAAAARRRIIIAAATTTOOOHHH!!

JH: You don’t see it often, but when Jim gets that big frame in the air it means bad news for his opponent.

Both men get back to their feet, Jim with the advantage pushes Dante back into the ropes. He shoots him across the ring, but Dante holds tight and reverses sending Jim into the opposite ropes WHERE HYPE WAS STANDING ON THE APRON, KNOCKING HIM TO THE FLOOR!! Jim shakes his head and looks up JUST IN TIME TO GET CLOTHESLINED OVER THE TOP ROPE!!

TM: Hype was trying to get back in the ring, but Jim got whipped into him and knocked him back on his ass.

JH: Then Jim himself got sent to the floor.

TM: But he’s on his feet already.

JH: And so is Carlos.

Jim gets met with a HUGE right hand from Hype. He takes advantage of the stunned Jim then sends him RIGHT INTO THE RING STEPS, CRACKING HIS BAD LEG AGAINST THE STEEL!! Carlos talks some smack in Jim’s direction as he climbs onto the apron ONLY TO GET PULLED INTO THE RING BY DANTE!!

TM: You’d think he’d have learned earlier, but I guess he hasn’t.

JH: Hype just got brought into the ring the hard way.

Dante smacks a right off Hype’s face then leans him back against the ropes. He whips him across the ring, but Hype reverses and short arms Dante. He swings around behind him AND THROWS DANTE BACK WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!! Dante’s head and shoulder bounce off the mat on impact and he rolls near the ropes. Hype gets back to his feet and buries a boot into Dante’s ribs. Dante pulls himself into the near corner, but Hype stays on him driving his boot into Dante’s chest. TC forces Hype back giving Dante time to pull himself to his feet. Hype jumps back in and SMACKS a chop off Dante’s chest.

JH: Oohh, what a stinging knife edged chop from Hype. He’s got Dante reeling in the corner.

Dante doubles over, but Hype straightens him up and smacks ANOTHER hard chop off Dante’s chest. Dante doubles over again, clutching his chest in pain.

JH: Those chops sound like a rifle shot going off in the arena.

TM: Brutal and stiff, that’s what those shots are but they pale in comparison to Jim’s strikes.

Hype straightens Dante up again and again SMACKS an echoing chop off Dante’s chest. He backs up and holds his arms out to the crowd who applaud the stiffness of his chops. Hype moves back in but Dante grabs him around the head and throws him into the corner THEN UNLOADS A STIFF CHOP OF HIS OWN!!

JH: Dante turned the tables on Hype and is stinging his own chops off Hype.

TM: It’s like rapid fire with a quick succession of them.

Dante smacks his hand across Hype’s chest over and over and over again. Dante pulls Hype out of the corner, but Hype squats his weight down and pulls Dante in THEN THROWS HIM OVER WITH A RELEASE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!!

JH: SUUUUUUUPLEEEEEEXXXXUUUUUUUUUHHH!!

Hype yells out to the crowd then pulls Dante to his feet. He starts to whip Dante into the corner, but pulls him back AND THROWS HIM OVER WITH ANOTHER BELLY-TO-BELLY!!

JH: ANOTHER SUPLEX!!

TM: And that one planted Dante on his shoulder. All that weight on his shoulder could have injured his rotator cuff.

Hype calls for another one and pulls Dante to his feet. He pushes Dante off but the Icon swings Hype around and plants his boot into Hype’s gut THEN DRIVES HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!

JH: A DDT!! DANTE JUST HIT A DDT!!

Hype rolls out under the bottom rope and gets to his feet on the floor. He holds his hand up to his head, staggering around the ring. Dante rolls out to the floor and gives chase, grabbing Hype by the neck AND SLAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THE RING STEPS!! Dante pulls Hype off the steps and starts to send him toward the ring post, but Hype counters AND WHIPS DANTE INTO THE RINGSIDE BARRICADE!!

JH: Dante was looking to wear Hype out at ringside, but his plan backfired when Hype sent him into the barricade.

TM: Those suplexes coupled with the impact on the barricades and Dante’s back is going to be the sure target for Hype.

Dante staggers away from the barricade AND GETS CLOTHESLINED NEARLY OUT OF HIS BOOTS BY HYPE!! Carlos nearly stumbles over himself but manages to keep his balance UNTIL JIM BARRELS INTO HIM AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A LARIAT!!

TM: HUUUUUUGE LAAAAAAARRRRIIIIIAAAAAATT!!

JH: Jim came out of NOWHERE and just LEVELED Hype.

TC leans through the ropes and tries to get somebody into the ring, but Jim isn’t having it. He starts toward Hype, then towards Dante. With the choices before him he doesn’t seem sure who he wants to pummel, finally choosing Dante. He shoves Dante into the fan barricade THEN DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO DANTE’S GUT!! Jim leans Dante back then DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO DANTE AGAIN, LIFTING HIM OFF HIS FEET WITH THE BLOW!! Dante doubles over, but Jim pulls him up AND CRACKS A RIGHT HAND OFF HIS TEMPLE!! Dante leans back over the barricade. He tries to stand up and gets met with a STIFF ELBOW FROM JIM!!

TM: Jim is just beating Dante down! He said he was going to bring wrestling back to TNT and he’s doing it here.

JH: What?! That’s absurd. How is beating a man with fists and elbows wrestling?

TM: It’s the nature of the UEC, Jonathan. Make your opponent give up or beat them into unconsciousness and Jim has the tools to do it to anybody in any match.

Jim rolls Dante into the ring and follows after him. He gets to his feet and drives the heel of his boot right into the base of Dante’s skull. He pulls Dante up and drags him to the nearest turnbuckle THEN SLAMS Dante’s head off it. Jim sizes Dante up and CLATTERS an elbow off the side of his head. Dante nearly drops to a knee, but the ropes keep him vertical. Jim looks Dante over then BURIES another elbow in Dante’s temple.

TM: Dante’s eyes are glazing over. A couple more shots like that and he’s gonna be out on his feet.

Jim throws another elbow BUT DANTE DUCKS IT!! Jim comes after Dante with a wide hook, but Dante ducks that too. He reaches back and UNLOADS on Jim with a right hand. Right hand after right hand and Jim is backed into the center of the ring. Dante bounces himself off the ropes and charges at Jim, but gets scooped off his feet AND SLAMMED TO THE MAT WITH A SIDEWALK SLAM!!

TM: Another impact on Dante’s back, this time with three hundred pounds behind it.

Jim gets to his feet and from the corner of his eye he spies Carlos getting on the apron. He rushes across the ring AND SMACKS HIS ELBOW OFF HYPE’S HEAD KNOCKING HIM BACK TO THE FLOOR!! Jim backs away from the ropes, RIGHT INTO A TAZZMISSION FROM DANTE!!

TM: WHAT?! HE’S GOT THE HELL’S BELLS LOCKED IN ON JIM! THAT’S JIM’S MOVE!!

JH: I don’t think he’s stopping there.

Dante squares himself up THEN LAUNCHES ALL THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF JIM O’BRIEN OFF THE CANVAS AND BACK!!

JH: SUUUUUUUPLEEEEEEEEEXXXXUUUUUUUUUHHHH!!

TM: ARGH!! Jim landed on his damn neck!!

Hype is back into the ring AND BARRELS INTO DANTE’S BACK!! Dante stumbles into the ropes and Hype jumps on him, driving his knee into Dante’s stomach. Dante drops to his knees and Hype backs off. He starts calling for the crowd to make some noise THEN SNAPS A ROUNDHOUSE KICK OFF DANTE’S HEAD!! The crowd “OOOOH’s” at the impact as Dante slumps backward into the ropes. Hype pulls Dante up and whips him across the ring. Dante rebounds AND LAUNCHES HIS SHOULDER INTO HYPE TAKING BOTH MEN TO THE MAT!!

JH: Hype seemed to have the upper hand, but Dante took him down with a big time shoulder block.

TM: Except that kick to the head earlier really took it’s toll ‘cuz he’s still down and not moving.

Hype starts to stir first, getting his knees under him much to the delight of the crowd… or are they cheering because Dante got up in a hurry!! He’s on his feet and goes after Hype, kicking him in the back THEN GRABBING HIS LEG AND LOCKING ON A REVERSE ACHILLES TENDON HOLD!!

JH: THE THREE ONE THREE!! DANTE HAS HYPE’S OWN MOVE LOCKED ON HIM!!

TM: What a thieving bitch! First he steals the Hell’s Bells and now the 313, not that I care if Hype taps out.

Hype screams out in pain. He wiggles his body around and breaks free of the hold. He gets to his feet, favoring his leg a bit. Dante lunges in, but Hype side steps him AND WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND DANTE’S HEAD!! Hype drags Dante down to the mat and locks him in a body scissor.

JH: THE WICKED LULLABY!! Dante stole Hype’s move and Hype’s returning the favor!!

Dante flails his arms around trying to break out of the rear naked choke. Hype cinches the choke in tighter UNTIL JIM COMES OFF THE ROPES AND DROPS A LEG ON HYPE AND DANTE!!

JH: Hype nearly choked Dante out, but Jim put a stop to that right away.

TM: That’s the nature of the triple threat. That third person is always going to be the x-factor.

Jim gets to his feet quickly. He drags Hype up by the head and leads him into the corner and SMASHES his face off the buckle. Hype staggers out of the corner with Jim trailing behind him. Jim snakes his arm up and under Hype’s into a full nelson but Hype swings around behind Jim. He gets Jim into a half nelson of his own, but Jim takes a page out of Hype’s book and switches around behind Hype. He locks in a half nelson and grabs a chicken wing THEN THROWS HYPE BACK WITH A SUPLEX!!

JH: OH MAH GOD!!

TM: THE FRAAAAAAAAANCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE!!

JH: Jim just spiked Hype on his damned head with Hype’s own move!!

Jim gets to his feet and stalks around the fallen Hype. Carlos starts to get to his feet and Jim lunges in SLAPPING ON A TAZZMISSION!!

TM: THE HELL’S BELLS!! THE HELL’S BELLS!! HYPE IS GONNA TAP!!

Jim drops Hype to his knees and steps over his back sitting his weight down on Hype. He cinches the hold in tighter choking Hype out. TC asks Carlos if he gives up, but he gets the obligatory “no” from Hype, albeit a weak one. He asks again but this time gets no response.

JH: Carlos Kane is fading and he’s fading fast. Dante is down and it looks like Jim is going to retain his title right here.

TM: That’s right, choke that bitch out!!

Tony Clarke grabs Hype’s arm and raises it up then lets it fall to his side.

TM: That’s one.

TC lifts Hype’s arm again and lets it drop to his side again.

JH: That’s two.

TC lifts Hype’s arm a third time and lets it fall to his side…

TM: THAT’S THREE!!









BUT DANTE BARRELS HIS SHOULDER INTO JIM AND HYPE!! Tony Clarke waves his arms frantically indicating the hold was broken in time.

JH: Dante broke up the submission!

TM: No he didn’t! It wasn’t in time. Hype was out. Jim retains! Jim retains!

JH: That’s not what Tony Clarke says.

Jim is on his feet and Dante is getting there. Jim helps him up the rest of the way and CRACKS a right hand off Dante’s face. Dante staggers back a step then CRACKS his own right hand off Jim’s face. Dante grabs Jim by the arm and whips him to the ropes, but Jim reverses and sends Dante in. Dante rebounds RIGHT INTO A REVERSE ELBOW FROM JIM!!

TM: There’s one of those stiff elbows from Jim.

JH: Dante is down and not looking so good.

Jim circles around the ring and Dante who wasn’t looking so good a few seconds ago NIPS UP!! Jim turns just in time to see Dante RUN THROUGH HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! Dante spins around AND HYPE COMES RUNNING AT HIM BUT DANTE STEPS OUT OF THE WAY AND THROWS HYPE OVER THE TOP ROPE!!

JH: Hype got back into the ring.

TM: And Dante sent him right back out on his ass… and Jim’s back on his feet!!

But Dante takes him down WITH A HUGE SPINEBUSTER!! Dante bounces up to his feet and circles around Jim. He bounds across the ring and bounces off the ropes. Dante jumps over Jim’s body and bounces off the other set of ropes THEN SNAPS HIS ELBOW DOWN RIGHT INTO THE BRIDGE OF JIM’S NOSE!!

JH: WHAT AN ELBOW!!

TM: AARGH!! He busted Jim’s nose!!

Dante starts to get to his feet, BUT HYPE GRABS HIS FOOT AND DRAGS HIM OUT OF THE RING!! Hype scoops Dante up THEN DROPS HIM CHEST FIRST ONTO THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! Hype slides into the ring and gets to his feet just as Jim does. He charges into Jim and SMACKS his elbow off Jim’s head. Hype backs Jim into the corner and reaches back then CRACKS his elbow off Jim’s head REPEATEDLY!!

JH: STIFF ELBOWS FROM HYPE!!

He pulls Jim’s head down AND DRIVES HIS KNEE UP INTO JIM’S BUSTED NOSE SNAPPING HIS HEAD BACK!! Hype kicks his boot up under Jim’s chin and presses his heel into Jim’s throat.

TM: Come on, that’s a blatant choke!! Disqualify him!!

TC does the next closest thing and warns Hype. He starts his mandatory five count and gets to three before Jim GRABS HYPE’S LEG AND LOCKS HIM!! He steps out of the corner THEN SNAPS HYPE BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A SUPLEX!!

TM: CAAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTTUUUUUUUURRRREEE!!

JH: HOLY CRAP!! He just threw Hype into the turnbuckles!!

Hype’s body folds over itself in the corner. Jim grabs Hype by the arm and pulls him up into the corner. He walks across the ring to the far corner then rushes back AND CRUSHES HYPE WITH A BODY SPLASH IN THE TURNBUCKLES!! Hype slumps to the bottom turnbuckle while Jim circles around to the center of the ring. Jim runs back in AND SCRAPES HIS BOOT ACROSS HYPE’S FACE!!

TM: A crushing body splash and a disgusting face wash, grinding his boot right across Hype’s face.

Jim pulls Hype out of the corner by his arm and whips him to the opposite corner, but Hype reverses and sends Jim into the turnbuckles. He runs in but Jim steps out of the way and HYPE’S SHOULDER COLLIDES WITH THE STEEL RING POST!!

JH: Hype had a chance to come back but Jim was just a step too fast.

TM: What you mean to say is he’s just a better damn wrestler.

JH: Jim is standing tall with Hype and Dante out at ringside.

TM: Dante’s pulling himself up in front of us though.

Jim steps out onto the ring apron. Hype tries to get to his feet BUT JIM DROPS THE ELBOW RIGHT INTO HYPE’S SPINE!! Jim grabs Hype by the neck and drags him along the ring AND SMACKS HIS HEAD OFF THE RING POST!! Jim stands over Hype ready to strike until he’s spun around.

JH: Dante’s getting himself back in this one.

Jim goes to throw a punch BUT GETS A FACE FULL OF WATER!!

TM: That was cheap! It was dirty! This isn’t that garbage Slam calls wrestling, damn it!

JH: It was just water!

Dante unloads with a flurry of right hands to Jim’s face. He grabs the monster around the head and drags him to the announce desk. Dante smacks Jim’s head off it…no! Jim counters with a HUGE uppercut right into Dante’s jaw. Jim SLAMS Dante’s head on the desk and sends him up onto it.

JH: That’s the second time tonight Dante’s nearly ended up in our laps.

Dante starts to crawl over but Jim NAILS him in the face with a right hand. He leaves Dante laid out on the table. Jim makes his way over to Hype, pulling him to his feet and driving his fist right between Hype’s eyes. He rolls Carlos back into the ring but pulls his head back out under the bottom rope. Jim steps back toward the ring post then runs at Hype AND DRIVES HIS ELBOW DOWN INTO HYPE’S FACE!!

TM: That elbow just busted Hype’s head open.

JH: He and Jim are sporting similar cuts on the bridges of their noses.

TM: But Jim’s has practically stopped bleeding. If he keeps going to work on Hype’s cut, the Franchise Player could be out from blood loss before you know it.

Jim pushes Hype back into the ring and follows in after him. He gets to his feet and rags Hype up by the head THEN HEADBUTTS HYPE RIGHT IN THE NOSE!!

TM: There he goes, breaking that cut open even more.

Jim holds Hype up for another headbutt but he’s spun around AND DRILLED WITH A RIGHT HAND!! Dante pulls Jim away from Hype and unloads on him with right hand after right hand. He backs Jim into the ropes then whips him across the ring. Dante ducks down AND BACK BODY DROPS…NO!! JIM HOLDS ON AND DRIVES DANTE INTO THE MAT WITH A DDT!!

JH: MY GOD WHAT A DDT!! Dante’s head just got drilled into the canvas!

TM: He’s knocked out, right? That has to be a knock out!

But it’s not, ‘cuz Dante is conscious enough to roll out of the ring. Jim gets to his feet and gets met with a HARD knee to the head by Hype. Carlos swings around and grabs Jim around the waist THEN HEAVES HIM BACK WITH A SUPLEX!!

JH: GEEERRRRMMMMAAAANNNNNNUUUUUHHHH!!

Hype pops up to his feet BUT SO DOES JIM!!

TM: JIM’S BACK UP!! JIM IS ON HIS FEET!!

He grabs Hype around the throat and drives him back into the corner. TC forces him to break away, but Jim doesn’t like that. He goes to smack TC, but Jim’s attention is garnered by Dante who’s back in the ring WITH A CHAIR IN HIS HANDS!!

TM: Where the hell did he get a chair from?!

It doesn’t matter ‘cuz he doesn’t have the chair long WHEN JIM DRIVES IT BACK INTO HIS FACE WITH A BIG BOOT!! Dante hits the mat but gets back to his feet only to get an elbow CRAMMED IN HIS FACE!! He staggers across the ring RIGHT INTO A RIGHT HAND FROM HYPE!! He staggers back toward Jim AND EATS ANOTHER ELBOW!!

TM: Dante’s getting volleyed around like a, a, a…

JH: A volleyball?

TM: Yeah!

Hype grabs Dante by the arm and pulls him into a STIFF LARIAT!! NOOO!! DANTE DUCKS UNDER IT AND LEVELS HYPE WITH A STIFF KICK TO THE HEAD!!

JH: Dante just crushed Hype with a shuffle side kick!!

TM: JESUS!! Now he’s stealing Nadia’s moves!

TC checks on Hype’s consciousness. Dante staggers around the ring right into Jim. He whips Dante, but Dante counters wringing Jim’s around and spinning him around. He pulls Jim in and throws him arm across Jim’s chest but Jim fights out with a back elbow to Dante’s head. Dante staggers around AND JIM CATCHES HIM AROUND THE THROAT BUT DANTE KICK JIM SQUARE IN THE NUTS!!

TM: THAT’S A GOD DAMNED LOW BLOW!! THAT’S A DISQUALIFICATION!!

JH: The referee was checking on Hype! He never saw it!!

Dante staggers backwards, nearly falling over Hype and knocking the referee down. Hype crawls across the ring and gets to his feet near the corner where he just happens to find the chair. Hype picks the chair up AND WAFFLES JIM AS HE TRIES TO GET TO HIS FEET!!

TM: JESUS CHRIST!! That’s two DQs in the span of five seconds!!

JH: Hype just split Jim’s skull open with that chair shot!!

Dante gets back to his feet and staggers over into Hype who scoops him up THEN SLAMS HIM BACK DOWN TO THE MAT!!

JH: H5!! THE H5!! Hype hit it out of nowhere!

TM: They’re all down! Nobody is on their feet.

But Hype is starting to move, slow as it is. He reaches out and grabs hold of the ropes and starts to pull himself up. Not far away from him is Dante doing the exact same thing. Hype is up first and he’s itching for Dante to get to his feet. Dante finally reaches his verticality and spins around right into a boot from Hype BUT HE CATCHES IT AND DRAGS HYPE DOWN WITH A DRAGON SCREW!!

JH: Dante pulled Hype down with a dragon screw!!

TM: And he doesn’t look to be stopping there.

Dante grabs Hype’s other leg then flips him over AND CRANKS BACK ON HYPE’S LEGS!! HE DIGS HIS KNEE INTO HYPE’S BACK AND BENDS HIM INTO A “C” SHAPE!!

JH: DANTE’S INFERNO!! HE’S GONNA SNAP THE HYPE IN HALF!!

TM: TAP OUT, BITCH!! TAP OUT YOU PUNK BITCH!! Break him in half for what he did to Sean, Dante!! DO IT!!

Hype’s face is a picture of pain as his body is bent in the wrong way. He reaches his hand up to tap the canvas BUT JIM DRIVES HIS BOOT INTO DANTE’S FACE BREAKING THE HOLD!!

TM: NOO! I MEAN YES!! WOOO!! GO JIM!!

Dante rolls across the canvas. He starts to get up and gets a little help from Jim. He scoops Dante up onto his shoulders and staggers around a bit THEN DRIVES HIM TO THE MAT!!

TM: AAAAAARRRGGHHHH!! BUUUUURRRRRNNNNNIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGG HHHHHAAAAMMMMMMAAAAAHHHHHH!!

Jim stalks around Dante waiting for him to move even just a little.

TM: He’s looking for the Hell’s Bells, I can feel it.

JH: I think Hype has other plans.

Hype grabs Jim’s leg and yanks it out from under him. He drags Jim across the ring then steps over Jim’s back AND CRANKS BACK ON HIS BAD LEG WITH A SINGLE LEG CRAB!!

JH: He’s attacking Jim’s injured leg!!

TM: DON’T TAP, JIM!!

Jim screams out, reaching back and clawing at his injured leg. Hype just sits back in the hold and cranks harder on the hold. Jim pushes up off the canvas AND SOMEHOW ROLLS THROUGH PULLING HYPE BACK AND SENDING HIM ACROSS THE MAT!!

TM: HE DID IT!! HE BROKE OUT!!

JH: But what damage has been done on that already injured leg of Jim’s?

TM: Not enough. Not as long as he can still stand up.

Jim proves that he can do that, finding his feet, although favoring his injured leg a bit. Hype is on his feet as well and going after Jim, but he catches a boot right in the gut.

JH: I don’t know how Jim is standing.

TM: Pure guts, Hitchen, it’s pure guts.

Jim stands over Hype’s head and hoists him up on to his shoulders.

TM: THE F-BOMB!! HYPE’S ABOUT TO GET THE F-BOMB!!

Jim starts to stagger around THEN FALLS FORWARD!!

TM: What the hell?!

JH: HYPE’S CHOKING HIM OUT!! HE’S GOT A TRIANGLE CHOKE ON JIM!!

Jim tries to get back up, getting to a knee first and then up to both feet.

TM: Jim’s getting back up!

JH: But he’s losing oxygen. He can’t last much longer.

Jim wraps his arms around Hype’s thighs and clasps his hands together. He sets his feet under himself THEN STARTS TO PULL HYPE INTO THE AIR!! He gets Hype halfway up THEN SLAMS HIM BACK TO THE CANVAS!!

JH: OH MY GOD!! THAT’S INHUMAN!!

TM: THAT’S JIM O’-FUCKING-BRIEN!!

Jim falls to his side and Hype adjusts his grip, pulling Jim’s arm through and completing the triangle hold.

JH: HYPE HAS THE HOLD LOCKED IN!! THIS IS IT!!

TC raises Jim’s arm and it falls to the mat.

JH: Once!

TC raises Jim’s arm again and it falls to the mat.

JH: TWO!!

TC raises Jim’s arm again and it falls to the mat!

JH: THREE!!

TM: NOO!! DANTE MADE THE SAVE!! DANTE BROKE IT UP!!

Tony Clarke jumps to his feet AND CALLS FOR THE BELL!!

JH: IT WASN’T IN TIME!! IT’S OVER!!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEW ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION… CARLOS “THE HYPE” KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!

“What Up Gangsta” hits the arena speakers. Tony Clarke retrieves the UEC handing it over to a rising Hype and raising his hand into the air.

TM: NOO! NOOOOO! Jim was supposed to kill them!

JH: Ladies and gentleman, you heard Michael Anderson! Carlos Kane is the NEW Ultimate Endurance Champion! Hype's first title in FIW!

TM: This can't be!

JH: It can be! That's all the time we have tonight, folks! Join us next week! We'll have the new Ultimate Endurance Champion! Hopefully some words from the former champion! And don't forget Dante and Ragin'!

TNT closes on Carlos Kane's celebration as "What Up Gangsta" continues to play.

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