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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; November 1, 2005 | |
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| Lita Maivia | Nov 2 2005, 01:18 AM Post #1 |
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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] [/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 from the National Sports Stadium! For the first time ever, TNT comes to you live from Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia! TM: Are you ready for tonight's main-event, Jonathan? It's a big one! JH: The Fighting Spirit Championship will be on the line tonight in TNT's main-event! Remy Barteaux defending against the... now solo, Rick Proctor! TM: The Predator vs. the Ragin' Cajun! But that's not all! It's a Scaffold Match! Someone's gonna need EMTs to get out of here! JH: We've also got the Dual Crown Champion in action! Swytch will face a special FIW Legend, hand-picked by General Manager Madison Lee! TM: I hope it's someone that'll kick Swytch's ass all over this arena! I can't believe he stole those titles from Chris Maclay! And now he's GONE! *weeps* JH: Calm down there, Thomas We've also got a tag team contest lined up tonight! The new Ultimate Endurance Champion Carlos Kane will team with Nadia Kassle to take on the former Ultimate Endurance Champion Jim O'Brien and Kailey Lane! TM: Blah! Jim! The big quitter. If he even shows up tonight! And then Kailey, if she'd just embrace Jim's quitting nature, she'd solve herself a lot of problems. JH: Yeah... well... TM: Uh-huh. You're at a loss for words. Because my honesty owns you! JH: Yeah, okay. Before all that, we've got... what could be a tag match but might be a handicap match. The make-shift duo of Onikage and Graver, calling themselves the Rejects, versus Max Corona and a partner of his choosing! The TNT’Tron lit up with the text “Mister Ordinary” before images of various Onikage matches flashed across the screen. While it did the opening riffs of Onikage’s theme song began to blast over the P.A. system. Slowly eight young looking men that sported Onikage t-shirts walked out onto the platform each with a flag in hand. They split up into four on each side. From closest down on the right side they hold the American flag, the Japanese flag, the Canadian flag and the German flag. On the left side from closest down they hold the Mexican flag, the Cuban flag, the English flag, and the Chinese flag. Slowly two figures emerged from behind the black curtain. The one in front is slightly shorter and looks like another young man who sported a Onikage t-shirt and waved proudly a flag with the TNT logo and Onikage’s image plastered on front of it. Behind the kid is none other than Onikage himself in his in-ring gear plus a wind breaker black and white jacket zipped up. [align=center]EVERY DAY I FEEL SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I GET ORDINARY![/align] Onikage raised his arms up in a X symbol and revealed his black taped up palms and wrists. On the back of the palms with a white marker he’s marked each with two Xs making the straight edge xXx symbol. Then as if it were a awesome display of pyro a few firecrackers are lit and tossed behind the group from the young man in front of Onikage. They go off one after the other and once finished Onikage returned to walking further down the platform with his students carrying the flags in hand. [align=center]STUCK IN A LOOP FEELING SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I FEEL SO DAMN ORDINARY![/align] Onikage entered the ring and kneeled down as the lights went out. Rather then a big expensive and fancy spot light shown down onto him a few of his students have appeared to have gotten up on the turnbuckles. They quickly switched on their flash lights and shined the rather dim lights down on their teacher. With a flick of his wrist Onikage unzips his jacket and tossed it to the side while he stood up. The lights return back on while the students get off of the two turnbuckles they were on. The main student who carried the Onikage/TNT flag hands it over to the American flag holder while he enters the ring with a micro phone. JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages and… Miss Madison Lee. Japan, Mexico and the great state of Michigan proudly bring to you a man who is an international superstar. A man who is by all means ordinary and yet has reached levels of sheer greatness beyond the general public’s understand, and Slam’s roster’s. He weighs in at a lean and sexy two fifty. And stands at a massive total of six feet and two inches, plus ten inches if you catch my drift. He is a former two time Extreme Chaos Champion, a former Evolution Champion and a former record breaking three time FIW World Tag Team Champion. HEEEEEEEE! ISSSSSSSSSS! OOOOOOOOONIKAAAAAAAAGE! Onikage proudly crosses his arms again while his students rather than tossing streamers toss toilet paper instead over his head in a streamer fashion. The fans booed every minute of it while Onikage simply soaked it in. JH: TNT's newest member of the roster. A great athlete and good wrestler Onikage is, but his methods... I don't know. I remember all this about "takling spots" and such. Those veterans earned the right to have their position, in my opinion. TM: *plays world's tiniest violin* 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: Ugh... Another person that doesn't deserve oxygen. Why couldn't his mother just have aborted him? TM: Wow, somebody's got ahold of the Haterade. JH: I know, somebody spiked the punch at the Halloween party. TM: Wait. . . You weren't even there. JH: *cowers* I know. The house lights fade into darkness as the opening chords to Three Days Grace anger anthem, “(I Hate) Everything About You,” rips through the PA system. Slowly the house lights rise, and a cloud of smoke raises from the grated stage, the silhouette of Max Corona is illuminated by blue lasers as he steps into the smoke from behind the curtain. Max poses with arms outstretched for moment, and he soaks up the jeers from the fans, before stepping out to the TNT signature elevated ramp. Max strolls down the ramp, shaking his arms out to loosen up. Glaring at the fans along the way. Max takes a moment to “test” the tension of the ropes, and once satisfied with it, Max springboards in with a “rope flip.” Now that the lights are back up to full illumination, Max climbs a turnbuckle and repeats his pose that he had done on the stage, and the fans boo the roof off of the arena. JH: Another TNT Superstar who could use an ass kicking. TM: Good gracious, what's gotten into you? JH: It's a bunch of heels, Thomas. There's nobody to root for. Ugh, this is what hell must be like. Michael Anderson brings the microphone to his lips, but before he gets a chance to say anything, Onikage grabs the mic from him. Onikage: Apparently, none of you people heard my name when I came out because everybody was booing. So Michael Anderson, announce my vitals and who I am. JH: Egotistocal jerk. But aren't they all. . .? FOR GOD'S SAKES, I'M IN HELL! I need someone to cheer! It's driving me crazy! MA: Okay, okay... Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit! That guy in the 5th to top row... Ugh, he'll never get explained. Though amidst this, Graver has sneaked himself out of the ring. He yanks up the ring apron and takes a look in. MA: First... From Parts Unknooooown. Standing six feet, two inches tall Weighing in tonight at TWO HUNDRED and FIFTY POUNDS, OHHHHH- But Onikage yanks the mic away from Michael Anderson! Onikage: List my credentials, Michael. Graver comes back from under the ring and first yanks out a small cooler. He opens it up and pulls out himself a beer. He cracks it open and takes a few swigs, then yanks out a steel chair. MA: Fine. He is a former FIW Rising Evolution Champion. A former FIW Tag Team Champion. Also a former Extreme Chaos Champion and the current FIW International Champion. Meanwhile at ringside, Graver has since snuck from his corner and around the ring, right behind Max's corner. Convieniently enough, Richard Kelly has his back to Max Corona and the stealthing Graver. MA: Laaaaaaaaadies and Gentlemen, OHHHHH- Onikage: List my NGIW credentials, Michael. MA: Oh for the love- Onikage: Do it! MA: Alright already, jeez. He was the only undefeated NGIW Broken Champion and NGIW Tricore Champion. Is there anything else? Onikage: You're good. MA: Finally. Laaaaadies and Gentlemen... OHHHHHNNNEEEKRACK!!!!!!!!!!! AND GRAVER NAILS MAX CORONA RIGHT IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH THE CHAIR! JH: No! Not this way! A furious Richard Kelly orders for the bell to be rang, starting the match. Though I think he was meaning for the match to be thrown out. Graver then slides out of the ring as Onikage topples right on top of Max Corona. He hooks the leg and yells for Kelly to count. Though disagreeing, Kelly makes the pin. . . [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE![/align] MA: *rather unenthusiastically* Your winners, Onikage and Graver. Onikage raises a fit to the air, but it's not his theme music. Even though he's got a mask on, you can tell he's suprised when he hears: [align=center]SHOT DOWN IN FALMES, SHOT DOWN IN FLAMES AIN'T IT A SHAME, TO BE SHOT DOWN IN FLAMES?[/align] 'Shot Down In Flames' bangs over the speakers, bringing the crowd to it's feet! JH: Uh-oh spahgettio for Graver! Graver, who's since rolled back into the ring looks up at the stage and doing the whole "You bes' bring it, bitch!" thing while Onikage looks on in confusion. JJ paces around and behind the ring AND GETS BLASTED RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH A SUPERKICK! JH: Oh my! Kendra came through the crowd! After hearing the crowd's responce, Onikage turns around and rolls out of the ring to confront the fighter who just KO'ed his student. Kendra slips her hand into her pocket, yanks it back out AND PUNCHES ONIKAGE RIGHT IN THE FACE! Onikage stumbles backwards a bit but gets nailed again and falls like a redwood tree! JH: Kendra! She's got a pair of brass knux on! Kendra rolls on into the ring only to recieve stomp after stomp from Graver! Graver then grabs a handful of ponytail, bringing Kendra to her feet. Graver NAILS A HUUUUUGE RIGHT HAND- NO!!!!! KENDRA REVERSES THE PUNCH INTO A FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Kendra synches back as Graver yells in pain! JH: AHHHHHMMBAHHHHH!!!!! Kendra frees up a hand and grabs ahold of Graver's index finger on the arm she's synching back. AND KENDRA TWISTS IT AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE! TM: Ahhhhhhhhhh! She broke his finger! Don West: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!! JH & TM: Shut up, Don. Graver yells several words that FX doesn't like a whole lot and Kendra grabs ahold of his middle finger! TM: Oh no! She's gonna- SNAP IT LIKE A TWIG! TM: ARGH! That's disgusting! Stupid MMA fighters and their tactics! Apparently satisifed, Kendra released her hold on Graver. Kendra quickly rolls up to her feet while Graver climbs to his knee holds his hand to his chest. Kendra quickly steps in front of Graver, grabs a handful of his hair AND NAILS THE STIFFEST FUCKING KNEE STRIKE YOU'LL EVER SEE RIGHT INTO HIS NOSE! JH: ARRRRRGHHHHH! Now that's sick! BUT IT DOESN'T STOP! NAILS ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER! After that third, she releases her hold on the now bloodied Graver and he falls back to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Meanwhile, Max Corona has since made it to his knees and sees Kendra in the ring ONLY TO BE SUPERKICKED RIGHT IN THE FACE! TM: Oh come on, was that called for?! JH: Well, I can't say it was. But nobody likes Max Corona these days. 'Shot Down In Flames' comes back over the PA and Kendra climbs out of the ring and proceeds to walk up the aisleway. But our focus is on Graver and now Onikage who's since rolled into the ring. He checks on his fallen teammate and then back up at Kendra - a devilishly smiling Kendra, at that. The cameras make their way backstage to focus on General Manager Madison Lee making her way through the corridor. She slows her pace as she spots something in the distance but the pace quickly picks back up. As she reaches her destination (a.k.a. the door to her office) she and us are greeted by the CEO of Full Intensity Wrestling. None other than Dr. Albert Schultz. He greets his "favorite" general manager with a wry smile, accenting the wrinkles on his face. Madison: Well, if it isn't the good doctor. What'cha doing here? I'm sure it's not to have lunch with me. That doesn't happen with this side of your company, does it? Nothing like playing favorites, huh? I just hope you're here to condemn me for it like last time. The sarcasm drips off each word that escapes her mouth, endearing herself to the CEO in her special way. Schultz: “Very cute, Ms. Lee. Perhaps if you had friends then you would have someone to accompany you to lunch. That’s f-r-i-e-n-d-s, you can look it up in the dictionary at your convenience. No, I have a more pressing reason for being here, may we? Her gestures towards her office and Madison doesn't offer Schultz the privilege of entering first. After all, it's ladies first. He should've held the door open for her. Madison takes a seat behind her desk, allowing Schultz to pick a seat out himself across from the desk. Madison: I can only imagine what reason you'd need to be here this time. Did I apply my mascara wrong for something? Schultz: Actually, Ms. Lee, there's a current problem that I'm sure you're well aware of. It involves the Slam! International Championship and its current holder, Onikage. Madison: Uh, excuse me. International Championship. It is no longer a Slam possession. And here on TNT we don't feel the need to name our championships after our brand. Unlike Slam, we like to acknowledge that we're a brand under FIW. Not as if we were some stand-alone company. You get what I'm saying? Schultz: Some may call it pride, I think you of all people, are aware of what that is. I do hope none of this is based on some inferiority complex, Ms. Lee. Mr. Markone has presented a possible solution to the... International Championship dilemma. He requests that in three weeks time, Onikage return to Slam! on Monday to defend the title against a contender of Mr. Markone's choosing. You, of course, are invited to attend the event and I personally think it’s a very reasonable and exc- Madison: No. Schultz appears rather shaken by the abrupt interruption from Madison. He gazes at the woman who stares back at him with a void expression upon her face. Schultz: I beg your pardon? Madison: I said no. Schultz: Ms. Lee, perhaps you could share with me your reasoning behind such a stern discrepancy. Madison: Dr. Schultz, Onikage is now a TNT talent. The only place he'll be defending his championship, is here on Tuesday Night Throwdown. I will not send a member of my talent to another brand where he is surrounded by enemies. If Mr. Markone wants to attempt to regain his lost championship, then he can go ahead and send one of his Slammers on over to try. Schultz offers Madison a kind smile that's anything but. These two have too much dislike for one another for anything to be kind. Schultz: Honestly, Ms. Lee. Didn’t I hear you mention something about both brands being part of FIW? Why would Mr. Markone be willing to send a Slammer here if you’re not willing to send one of your roster there? Be reasonable. Madison: Because the champion is apart of this brand. Not his. It's called a championship advantage. Something Onikage should have after capturing such a prestigous title. But, if Mr. Markone doesn't want to come here then... well… I guess we're just gonna have to hang on to the International Championship for him, won't we? Schultz sits in silence for a moment, licking his dry lips before standing from his seat and prompting a smile for the GM, eager to get the boss out of here. Schultz: No. No, I don't think that's a wise idea either. In fact, I think I’ve come up with a very satisfactory compromise. Rather than see an International Championship match in three weeks on Slam or TNT, we have Vendetta coming up in about six weeks. That gives you plenty of time to prepare your champion. And it gives Mr. Markone plenty of time to seek out a suitable contender. Madison rises to her feet, her expression ready to revolt where this is headed. Schultz: It will be the International Champion, representing Tuesday Night Throwdown, versus the number one contender, representing Slam on Monday, one-on-one at Vendetta for the International Championship. A grand solution, don’t you agree? Madison: You can't do that. Schultz: No? I rather think I just did. Resolve face intact, Dr. Schultz turns and makes his way towards the door. He hesitates, hand on the doorknob. He turns back to the unhappy GM, a kind (that's more snide in this situation) smile on his face. Schultz: Oh, and Ms. Lee? The situation with Miss Kailey Lane has not gone on beneath my notice. I trust you remember my warnings about abusing your position of power for the ends of yourself and your associates. That would be very seriously frowned upon. Good day, Ms. Lee. Madison doesn't dare respond to such accusations. Is it an accusation if there's fact behind it? *shrugs* Dr. Schultz turns the knob and exits from the room, leaving Madison to deal with the after-effects of another meeting with the boss. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] The gym. Does the National Sports Stadium have a gym? I don't know. I don't live in Mongolia. For the sake of this promo, it either has a gym or TNT has set one up. So just get over all the stupid crap and pay attention. Remy Barteaux is parked before the punching bag, hands taped as he wallops away on the poor defenseless piece of equipment. Parked on the opposite side is the silent giant Carl Lucas. Hands hold the bag in place, ensuring that it doesn't swing wildly from Remy's strikes. Poor bag. Looks like it's being double teamed if you ask me! But that's not the point. Remy remains focused on the bag, in preparation for his big match tonight. Or perhaps his working off some tension. It's been a long weekend. And as if on cue, in walks the tension. April Lynn, minus 17th century garb, makes her way into the room. Now, don't get any ideas. Just because she is minus the 17th century look doesn't mean she's naked. Honestly, people. Her steps slow as she gets closer to the pair, Remy noticing her first. The pause gives it away, but he continues on with his training, leaving April to decide if he's angry with her or just trying to stay focus. April: Hey. Her voice is quiet, but echoes throughout the nearly empty room, making it seem louder than she intended. The echo carrying the nerves in her tone. Remy: Hey. He continues the pounding, not even looking up to acknowledge April as she stands there before him. His tone is carried well throughout the room as well, letting April know exactly how he feels at the moment. April: I just wanted to… um, see you again. To thank you. Both of you. What you guys did for me last week… well, I didn't deserve it. Especially after everything I've done to you. So yeah. Thank you and I'm sorry. She turns to leave but stops herself, obviously having more weighing on her mind. April: And I'm not just sorry for the stuff from before. Also, at the party. So, that too. I'm… sorry. She hesitates a moment, waiting for a response but her anxiousness causes her to turn to leave quicker than she originally planned. Remy keeps his focus on the bag, laying fist after fist into it’s leather bound surface, until Carl yanks it away. The smaller Cajun looks to him with confusion and receives an urging glance in return. Remy: What? As quiet as his utterance is, it still manages to carry to April’s ears. She stops in her tracks and turns back to her Remy Hood. April: Hmm? Remy finds himself caught off guard, glancing from Carl to April as he tries to compose himself. He sighs deeply before moving away from his exercise and closing the gap between himself and April. Remy: Well Ah…Ya see Ah… He struggles to find the words as Ms. Lynn stands only feet away from him, hope in her eyes of what he’s about to say. Remy: Don’t mention it. Remy moves back to the bag, giving a Carl a look that causes the big man to release the outlet for Remy Hood's tension. April just nods her head in return. April: Consider it not mentioned. With that, the woman takes her leave from the Merchants of Menace, allowing them to prepare for tonight's main-event. The camera comes on to see Toby Bostock in a corridor, he’s got a microphone in his back pocket and in his hands? A big juicy McDonald quarter Pounder, as he is about to take the first tender, juicy bite, fuck me I’m hungry writing this. Anyways, a man comes up to him and pinches the burger, he then throws it in the bin, Toby’s face almost dies of emotion as he looks to the guy. Toby: WHY YA DO THAT?! Guy: Madison Lee’s office? Toby: Ya stole it for Madison? Guy: No Tubby Bostock, I robbed it because ya pile on the pounds anymore, TNT will need a crane to move ya ass around, now Madison Lee’s office, I need a word. Toby still half emotionless, just points down to a door, the door is better looking then most, because the rest look like there decaying, this ones bright white, with a gold plaque on it. The man nods his head to Toby, then walks toward the office, Toby looks around for anyone and dives into the bin for his burger. The man walks toward the office, doesn’t knock he just opens the door and walk in, Madison sitting there looking absolutely gorgeous as always, the guy takes a seat, placing his feet on the desk and looks toward a shocked Madison. Guy: Morning Ms. Sex On Legs. Madison eyes the guest from behind her desk. The lack of knocking doesn't seem to bother her anymore. Who does knock around here? The actual greeting however, throws her off for a brief moment. Madison: Excuse me? A smirk creeps over his face as he just looks at Madison. Guy: Oh come on, you don’t know me? Madison: I assume you're my latest in a line of talent acquisitions. But that would mean you're one of my employees. And if you were one of my employees, I don't imagine you'd have the gull to come in here and make such a remark to your boss. However, from your arrogant swagger and the over-confidence in your voice… Mr. Alex Evans, I presume? The guy swings his feet off the table and smiles toward Madison, his eyes still darting around her body like a bloody gun. Guy: Sexy and Intelligent, babe you could be a dream come true. The name is Alex Evans, happy and quite the pleasure to meet you Ms. Lee. Alex bows his head in a almost sarcastic fashion, he then sits back in his seat comfortably. Madison smiles politely to his greeting. Madison: Well, your trainers told me you quite the arrogant young man. Let's just hope you live up to your own expectations, huh? Alex smirks, I mean there’s smirking, then there’s just sitting there knowing your getting compliments, I think. Alex: Hunny, I can out speed any man on this planet, I can also lift men weighing 250lbs, my expectations are simple, TNT‘s god has arrived. Madison is certifiably amazed at just how arrogant one man can possibly be. And for the record, she's not exactly put off by it. Madison: Well, I like a confident man. But I like results too. Your video from Relentless generated quite a bit of interest, Mr. Evans. However, I think the TNT fans would really like to see what you can do in the live atmosphere. So what do you say I try and get you booked next week? Alex nods, I mean Jesus Christ, he’s got his boss impressed and all he’s doing is talking. Alex: I agree, Ms. Lee, so what do you propose? I’d ask ya out to dinner, but I know the whole employee/boss thing never works, shame don’t you think… Alex yet again eyes up Ms. Lee, well what he can see of her anyway. Impressed as she may be with his confidence, she's not taking too kindly to his continued comments towards "hooking up". Madison: No thanks, Mr. Evans. I tried an office romance once and it isn't exactly something I'm interested in trying again. No offense. Alex stands up from his seat. Alex: That’s cool babes, No offence taken, once a women tries some of this, she never seems to stop wanting, god it hurts being a good looking man, but it’s my punishment I suppose, not many men can be hooked up with amazing talent and amazing looks, besides sweet cheeks I wasn’t looking for commitments anyways, prefer it, one night, makes sure I got plenty to live for if you know what I mean. Alex still trying to be a extremely cocky bastard just looks toward Madison. Madison: Yes, well… I'm still not interested. If you know what I mean. Alex: Ok sweet heart, so what do you have in mind? Madison: I was thinking you could go about… doing whatever it is you do. And I could go about doing what I do, which is running a show. You just worry about being in Kathmandu, Nepal next week. Then you can show all the people why they should… love you or whatever it is they're supposed to do. Okay? Alex nods his head, he then climbs to his feet. Alex: Well if that is all babe, I’m gonna leave, anything more to say before I do go? Madison: No. I think you pretty much said it all. Alex: See you Tuesday then. Alex opens the door, he gives Madison one last good looking then closes the door behind him leaving Madison still thinking. Madison: Max Corona Version 2.0. Lord helps us all. |
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JH: We’ve got a big intergender tag team match coming up right now. TM: That’s right, Hitchen. Jim and Kailey are facing off against a new chump and the sexy Nadia Kassle. JH: Carlos Kane is Nadia’s tag partner. TM: Yeah, that’s what I said. JH: Right. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following intergender tag team match is scheduled for ONE FALL! The arena fades to black as the first few notes of Cells play, the lights kick back on at the tempo beat of the drum and off on the bass beat. Nadia enters through the curtains at the start of the tempo beat, and does her best catwalk stride, stepping to the tempo beats. TM: NADIA!! Mmm, that Nadia Kassle, soooooo hot. Want to touch the hiney. JH: You’ve got a bit of drool. TM: *wipes the drool from his chin* Thanks. The flashing strobes make it look almost as each step is a pose, as they pulse on and off until she finds her way to the ring. She places her hands on the top rope and turns, facing out with her back to the ring….she looks each way though the crowd and flips back, over the ropes to land, gracefully in the ring, looking out over the crowd with an air of supremacy. MA: Introducing first, residing in Hollywood, California. She is a former TNT Tag Team Champion… NADIA… KAAAAAASSSSSSLLLEEE!! Of course the crowd boos the devious Nadia, but there are some hoots and hollers for the lovely woman. [align=center]We fade to black as static comes over the PA followed by a radio styled voiceover as the intro to "We Major by Fort Minor" hits the PA[/align][align=center]AND NOW FOR OUR FEATURE PRESENTATION[/align][align=center]The TNTtron flickers into life, first with static but before we know it we are hovering over the skyline of a huge modern styled city[/align][align=center]HISTORY IN THE MAKING, MOST INCREDIBLY[/align][align=center]We swoop down at break neck speed towards the ground ducking and diving in between the various modernly styled buildings that litter this urban metropolis[/align][align=center]LADIES AND GENTLEMAN[/align][align=center]We burst passed building after building glass shattering and falling to the floor as we accelerate towards the end of the road[/align][align=center]YOU ARE NOT READY[/align][align=center]we screech to a grinding halt as were met with a massive crowd they stand defiant in front a giant wall of monitors that presents a visible representation of the lyrical smack down that's being beamed to the live audience.[/align][align=center]COZ THIS RIDE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN[/align][align=center]At the very front of that massive crowd stands one man, head bowed hands raised high above his head, a deafening base shudders through the PA live in the arena.[/align][align=center]SIT DOWN AND BUCKLE IT IN[/align][align=center]Slowly the man lifts his head to reveal that trademark smirk, the wall of monitors behind him burn the retinas of all those within distance.[/align][align=center]FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT WANNA KNOW WHAT WERE ALL ABOUT[/align][align=center]Explosions shoot up from behind the wall of monitors engulfing everything in flames.[/align][align=center]IT'S LIKE THIS YALL[/align][align=center]Flames engulf the monstrous wall of monitors as it displays that unmistakable logo, that representation of the best that's ever done it.[/align] [align=center] [/align][align=center]The crowd go absolutely nuts as "There They Go by Fort Minor" shakes the arena to it's very foundations, chaotic scenes as fans rush the event security trying to get as close as they can to the upcoming greatness, the security buckle and sway under the intense pressure but being the good lil steel barriers they are they stand firm.[/align] [align=center]Forget about all the things you heard before[/align][align=center]'Bout time that we're kicking down the door[/align][align=center]Everybody's gonna hit the fuckin' floor[/align][align=center]Please Hype don't hurt them anymore[/align] [align=center]The TNTtron still displays the logo as smoke billows from the stage…and then it happens there aren't enough decibels discovered that can describe the noise as the "number one draw" the "main event soldier" the "Hype" steps out onto the stage his stage. he stands for a moment title belt held loosely in his hand by his side. A few moments pass before he proceeds across the wooden catwalk that connects the stage to the ring, chants of "HYPE HYPE HYPE" puncture the deafening base.[/align] [align=center]So just listen up there powder-puff[/align] [align=center]Better believe I'm not playing[/align][align=center]You can love, you can hate[/align][align=center]But don't mistake it everybody's saying it[/align] [align=center]Carlos ends his journey on the catwalk and steps right onto the ring apron, he walks to his left that unnerving aura of confidence exhumes from every pore, he stands defiantly on his ring apron smack talking his fans, He steps through the middle and top rope and into the ring he proceeds over to the nearest turnbuckle fans chanting his name, Carlos bows his head and raises his fists in the air title belt billows down and shown in all it's glory as "There They Go" begins to fade, leaving only the crowd and there deafening noise.[/align] JH: There’s the new Ultimate Endurance Champion. MA: And introducing her tag team partner. He hails from Detroit, Michigan and is the ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION… CARLOS… “HYPE”… KAAAAAANNNEEE!! The crowd pops for the new UEC and Hype soaks up the adulation from his ‘peeps’. TM: Longest. Entrance. Ever. I think Nadia fell asleep. JH: Oh stop it. "Defy You" begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring. Showing a more serious side, Kailey remains concentrated, only occasionally acknowledging the crowd. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then moves to her corner to psyche up. MA: And introducing their opponent. She hails from Nashville, Tennessee and is a former TNT Cruiserweight Champion. KAILEY… LAAAAAANNNEEE!! The crowd pops big for the “bumpkin”. Despite Kailey not wanting to be there, the fans appreciate her presence. JH: Well, now Jim O'Brien is scheduled to come out, but... Maybe he missed his cue? There's nobody coming. TM: Well, he did say he quit, Jonathan. JH: Well, you remember what he said about his contr- And cutting off Hitchen are the needle-like opening notes of System Of A Down's 'B.Y.O.B.' They zip their way over the PA to much confusion of the crowd, the wrestlers & the commentators at ringside. JH: Who could this be? TM: Maybe it's that high spot guy or the guy that ate Toby's soul. The growl of Serj Tankian enters our ears and the needle notes evaporate into the lightning quick riffs & pound-o-rama of the drums. The crowd then turns it's attention from the speakers to who's coming out. TM: Who... Who is that, Jonathan? JH: It's. . . Oh my God. WHYDOTHEYALWAYSSENDTHEPOOR?! Walking from the back is... is that... Good Lord. It's Jim O'Brien. TM: It's Jim! But he looks so... different. Indeed he does. His usual ring attire of black tanktop & black khaki pants have been replaced with a generic pair of black trunks. The usual thick, white wrist tape that you'd usually find on his hands has also been replaced with simple, black wrist tape. The only things covering his treetrunk like legs are a set of black knee pads, his right knee with a brace around it. Black boots occupy his feet & the usual arrogant smile or cold stare you'd find on his face has also been replaced with a disinterested - or dirty - look. JH: That's Jim O'Brien ladies & gentlemen... wearing a pair of trunks... Some things are just not meant to be seen. Is Hitchen referring to the plums Jim's smuggling in the front of his tights? Or maybe the fact that Jim doesn't have a shirt on? Or the hair covering... Wait... It gets even worse. TM: Jim's shaved... his whole body. JH: It's like looking at a prepubescent boy who's the size of a house. Jim continues to lumber his way down the aisle to much dismay & confusion from the fans, wrestlers, announcers, even that fan in the fifth to top row - even he's confused. When Jim walks past the cameraman, we get a look at the scarred, burned, maybe even a tad disfigured back Jim possesses. JH: The hideos scarring on Jim's back is from old deathmatches from earlier in his career. But I would imagine his mind is even more scarred after his defeat last week. TM: I'm actually disappointed in his actions, Jonathan. Does that man possess even an ounce of pride? Doesn't he even care about what he's doing? Meh, probably not. He walks up the ring steps & climbs over the top ropes and into the ring. He looks over to Kailey & nods, then looks over to Carlos Kane. Uncharacteristically, Jim sends a thumbs up & smile to Kane's direction. Carlos yells his share of negative verbage into Jim's direction, but it falls on deaf ears when 'B.Y.O.B.' cuts out & he heads over to his corner. MA: And her tag team partner, from Cincinnati, Ohio. He is a former Fighting Spirit Champion, Spirit of Honor Champion, Ultimate Endurance Champion, and Dual Crown Champion. He is… JIM OOOOOO’BRRRIIIIIIEEENNN!! The crowd half pops out of respect for Jim, but half of them boo. A lot of the buzz seems to be more about what he’s done to himself and how he looks. Kailey gives her tag partner an odd look as he exits the ring and takes a seat on the apron. She leans over the ropes asking him what the hell he’s doing, but Jim just sits there staring out at the crowd. JH: I don’t know what Jim’s problem is, but Kailey might be going it alone tonight. TM: She doesn’t have to be alone, she can give me a call after the show. JH: Pervert. [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] The sounding bell snaps Kailey’s attention back to the ring. She spins around AND GETS LEVELED…NO!! Kailey ducks a clothesline from the incoming Nadia. She spins Nadia around and lands a HARD chop across the movie star’s chest. The crowd “OOOOHs” at the echoing impact. Nadia’s arms shoot up to cover her chest, but Kailey pulls her arms away and STINGS ANOTHER CHOP across her chest. Kailey leans Nadia back into the ropes and sends her across the ring with an Irish whip. Nadia rebounds, running across the ring and jumps into the air grabbing hold of Kailey’s head and pulling her down to the mat with a neckbreaker! JH: Kailey started off with a couple of fierce chops to Nadia, but our resident movie star stopped any early momentum Kailey was building. Nadia pops up to her feet and fluffs her hair out of her face and adjusting her top that Kailey so rudely tussled out of place with those nasty chops. She circles around Kailey, grabbing a handful of her golden locks and helping the “bumpkin” to her feet. She cracks an elbow off Kailey’s face, or she would but Kailey ducks out of the way AND SNAPS A STIFF ROUNDHOUSE KICK OFF NADIA’S JAW!! TM: OH MY GOD!! Nadia’s perfect face!! That stupid hick is trying to ruin Nadia’s career! JH: Hey if Kailey keeps that up, Nadia can make a living in horror movies then. TM: As if somebody of Nadia’s talent would stoop to such lows. JH: Oh right, what was I thinking? She could never play the female lead in a horror movie. Everybody knows they’re usually cast as virgins and it’s been a while since Nadia’s been one of those. TM: That’s rig…HEY!! Nadia’s hands fly up to her jaw as she tries to realign it, but Kailey’s got plans to rip the damn thing off. She drops into a mount AND WAILS LEFT HANDS INTO NADIA’S JAW!! TM: Get her off of Nadia! Do your damn job, Michaela! JH: Kailey’s well within the rules. TM: Since when do the rules say you can just disfigure the beautiful? JH: Since when do they say you can’t? TM: It’s an unspoken rule! Everybody knows that when Kennedy and Nadia are in the ring, you don’t touch the face. Hitchen can only sigh and shake his head which is more than what Nadia can do at the moment. She’s fighting, clawing and scratching, trying to block the incoming fists from the southpaw. Kailey drives a hard fist down, but Nadia catches it and rolls Kailey off. She rolls over with Kailey and rips her arm back into an armbar!! TM: FUUUUJIIIIIWAAAARRRAAAA!! Kailey’s gonna tap! JH: She very well could, but I think she’s got too much fight in her right now. Kailey struggles to drag herself with Nadia on her back toward her corner, but a lot of good that would do with Jim sitting his fat arse down on the apron. TM: HA! Even if she gets to her corner, it’s not like Jim’s gonna be there to make the tag. JH: He doesn’t have to make the tag, Kailey just needs to smack him upside the head and it counts. TM: I don’t think he’d take too kindly to that. JH: Frankly I don’t think he’d care at this point. He’s completely uninterested in what’s going on right now. Kailey yells out to Jim, but he’s too engrossed in staring at…whatever the hell he’s staring at…to even care. Kailey pounds the mat in frustration and Nadia rips back harder on the arm, forcing a painful scream from Kailey. She pulls her knees under herself and starts to push up off the mat. Nadia counters by moving her weight to Kailey’s back, but Kailey manages to swing her leg around and get one foot under her. She gets to one knee and releases some of the pressure from the armbar, but Nadia gets to her own feet. She grabs Kailey’s other arm and digs her knee into Kailey’s back while she cranks both limbs backward. JH: Nadia has a surfboard type maneuver on Kailey. She’s really working those arms and shoulders now. TM: That Nadia is just a work of art. Look how she’s completely turned Kailey’s own aggressiveness against her. JH: Love or hate her, she knows how to work the mat game and she’s showing that right here. Nadia lets Kailey’s arms go in favor of two handfuls of hair THEN YANKS BACK SNAPPING KAILEY’S HEAD OFF THE CANVAS!! Quickly she goes to the ropes, stepping through them out to the apron. She grabs the top rope then slingshots herself back in AND CRASHES A LEG DROP RIGHT ACROSS KAILEY’S THROAT!! TM: Nobody does that better than Nadia. JH: Not even Kennedy? TM: They’re on equal standing with those slingshot leg drops. JH: And since when do you like that kind of stuff? TM: I’ve always liked it…when Kennedy and Nadia do it. Nadia rolls off her ass and gets to her feet calling for a tag from Hype and getting it. Hype steps through the ring ropes. He circles around Kailey who’s getting up to her feet. Hype grabs her hair and pulls her up then sends her across the ring. She hits the ropes and rebounds just as Hype ducks his shoulders. Kailey jumps up, landing her knees right on Hype’s shoulders AND DRIVING HIS FACE DOWN TO THE CANVAS!! TM: What the hell was that? JH: That was some of the flippy floppy kind of crap that you hate so much. TM: Well tell her to stop it. Only Kennedy and Nadia can do that. JH: Anyways, Hype is down and Kailey is looking to tag her partner in. TM: Pfft, good luck with that. Kailey’s crawling over Hype and across the ring toward her corner. She gets to her feet and lunges forward but doesn’t go anywhere ‘cuz Hype’s got her by the ankle. Kailey looks back, hopping on one foot, to see Hype standing behind her. She SNAPS A KICK INTO HYPE’S HEAD…but he ducks under it…ONLY TO GET CAUGHT UNDER THE CHIN WITH A MULE KICK!! JH: OOOHHH!! Hype thought he was hotshot ‘cuz he ducked the enziguiri but he never saw the kick that popped him under the jaw. TM: First she’s trying to ruin Nadia’s look, now she’s trying to kick out Hype’s…wait, no, I don’t care if she does that. In fact, I encourage it after what that jackass did to Sean! JH: Hey if Hype gets some teeth knocked out he can just get some bling instead, you know, some platinum teeth. TM: Shut up, Hitchen, just shut up. Hype clutches his jaw painfully while Kailey is back to crawling toward her corner. She gets to her feet for the last few feet to the corner and reaches over the ropes, smacking Jim on the shoulder. Michaela signals that the tag was clean. Kailey says something to Jim as she steps through the ropes, probably telling him to get his big rear in the ring and kick some ass. Jim’s at least got the first part down as he steps into the ring. He looks over at Hype who’s holding his jaw. He pulls Hype up to his feet and whips Hype into a neutral corner. Jim makes his way to the corner and… TM: What the hell is he doing? JH: I believe he’s just sitting there. TM: Why? JH: He’s clearly lost all of his competitive fire. Hype shakes his head and pulls himself off the turnbuckles. He looks across the ring to see Jim just sitting there. He starts walking toward Jim drawing the Monster of TNT out of the corner. Hype lunges in throwing a hard right, but Jim steps out of the way. Hype recovers and circles behind Jim grabbing a rear waist lock. He heaves Jim up and over DRIVING HIM TO THE MAT ON HIS NECK AND SHOULDERS!! JH: GEEERRRRRRMMMMAAAAAANNNNUUUHHH!! Hype lets the waist lock go and moves around into a cover, hooking Jim’s leg. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!![/align] JH: Hype landed Jim right on his damn shoulder and neck, but Jim was able to kick out. TM: How do we let this guy wrestle? He’s gonna kill somebody with how bad his suplexes are. Hype gets to his feet, but Jim isn’t far behind. With both men vertical, Hype gets arrogant and gets right in Jim’s face. He starts talking shit and shoves Jim backward. Jim takes a step forward and gets shoved again. He steps forward again AND GETS POPPED WITH THE BIGGEST RIGHT HAND IN THE WORLD!! Jim drops to his knee and a boot from Carlos knocks him to the canvas. Hype drops down onto Jim for another cover. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! KAILEY MAKES THE SAVE!![/align] JH: A split second later and this one would be over. TM: And that’d be a shame, really. Well, not so much if these two stay in the ring. Can we get some Nadia on Kailey action please? Somebody, anybody? Michaela ushers Kailey out of the ring but that doesn’t stop her from yelling at Jim to try and motivate him. Hype is getting back to his feet and pulling Jim up with him. He whips Jim across the ring into the opposite ropes. Hype bounces himself off the near ropes just as Jim rebounds and both men COLLIDE with shoulder blocks, but Hype finds himself parked on his ass!! JH: Jim just took Carlos down with a big shoulder block. He’s got fifty pounds on the Ultimate Endurance Champ and it came into play right there. Jim looks down at Carlos and decides to help the guy up…and whip him across the ring. Hype rebounds RIGHT INTO JIM’S BOOT! Hype snaps back down to the mat, clutching his face. TM: A big boot from Jim and that’s like his first offensive move of the night. Where the hell are all the damn suplexes, the aggression, the violent nature? What the hell has happened to the Jim O’Brien we all know and love? JH: Uhh, what Jim O’Brien would that be exactly? TM: The one that was Dual Crown Champion. The one that was Ultimate Endurance Champion. The one that was kicking everybody’s ass every week. JH: I don’t know what to tell you, partner, but for Jim’s sake I hope he finds himself sooner rather than later. And for Kailey’s sake too. Speaking of Kailey, Jim makes his way to his corner and tags her back into the match. She steps through the ropes and glares at the former Monster of TNT as he exits back to his seat on the apron. JH: Kailey’s back in the match. TM: But she’s got Hype in there with her. JH: She’s faced similar competition in guys like Sakubara Kanemoto. Hype shakes his head clear and gets to a seated position. Kailey runs across the ring and bounces herself off the ropes. She sprints back across the ring AND NAILS A DROPKICK IN THE FACE OF THE SEATED HYPE!! Hype rolls over and gets to his knees. He starts to rise up just as Kailey springs off the middle rope AND DROPS A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE ON HIS BACK!! JH: KAILEY KLUB!! TM: NO!! HYPE CAUGHT HER!! AND HE THROWS HER BACK WITH A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!! Kailey lands HARD on the mat, instantly reaching for her back as she rolls along the canvas to the ropes. TM: SUUUUPLEEEEEXXXUUUUUUHHH!! With Kailey down on the mat, Nadia emphatically reaches into the ring and asks for the tag. Hype looks down at Kailey then over at Nadia and tags her in. Nadia hops into the ring, strutting around Kailey’s prone body. She drives a stiff boot into Kailey’s ribs driving the air out of her. Outside the ring, Jim seems to have lost interest in the match altogether. He’s off his seat and starting to make his way up the walkway. Hype sees Jim leaving and takes offense to it. He drops off the apron and circles around the ring then climbs onto the walkway. JH: Jim’s walking out on Kailey! TM: I don’t think Hype likes the fact that Jim is leaving. He spins Jim around and NAILS a hard right hand. Jim staggers slightly THEN THROWS A RIGHT HAND OF HIS OWN!! Jim starts to make his way up the walkway again, but Hype refuses to let him go. He grabs Jim by the arm and whips him around then SHOVES Jim off the walkway!! Hype jumps down and starts NAILING Jim with forearms across the neck and shoulders, but Jim PUSHES HYPE AWAY!! JH: Jim is trying to leave but Hype just won’t let him and now they’re brawling on the outside! TM: I think Hype’s ego has gotten the better of him here. If he had just let Jim go it’d be a two on one match and an easy win. JH: I can only imagine this Carlos still trying to prove that he’s better than Jim and making sure Jim knows it. Back in the ring, Nadia has Kailey up to her feet. She whips the southerner into the far ropes. Kailey hits the ropes and rebounds RIGHT INTO A SHUFFLE SIDE KICK FROM NADIA!! TM: DAAAAAAAAS BOOOOOOOOOOOOOTUUUUHHHH!! JH: Nadia’s going for the cover!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! BUT MICHAELA DOESN’T SEE THE PIN!![/align] TM: WHAT?! NADIA HAD THIS WON!! JH: But the referee is preoccupied with Jim and Carlos brawling at ringside! Michaela finally gives up on those two just in time for Nadia to be in her grill. Nadia lets Michaela have it with the verbal nasties, but she should be paying attention to Kailey who’s back on her feet. She spins Nadia around AND BLASTS HER IN THE FACE WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK!! Nadia staggers back into the ropes and rebounds RIGHT INTO A CRESCENT KICK FROM KAILEY!! JH: TOOOORNNNAAAADOOOO ALLEEEEEYYY!! TM: OH MY GOD!! NADIA’S FACE!! OH GOD I HOPE SHE’S NOT BLEEDING! And she isn’t, but she’ll probably have a good welt or two in the morning. Nadia scrambles away from Kailey to the far side of the ring. She manages to find her feet and stumbles into her corner and makes the tag to Hype…BUT HYPE IS STILL BRAWLING WITH JIM!! Nadia looks around in shock and finally sees Jim and Hype going at it at ringside UNTIL SHE GETS PULLED DOWN BY THE SEAT OF HER PANTS!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! DING!! DING!! DING!![/align] JH: KAILEY DID IT!! She rolled Nadia up for the pin! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match by pinfall… JIM O’BRIEN AND KAILEY LAAAAAANE!! “Defy You” hits the arena speakers and Hype looks up in shock leaving himself open to catch a HARD right hand from Jim!! Jim finally gets away from Carlos, walking toward the stage. Hype sprints for the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, but Kailey has rolled out of the ring onto the walkway. She’s making her up to the stage as Nadia gets to her feet looking irate at what just happens. Kailey can only look back and smirk at Nadia’s anger. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] In a city with far too many a’s too be healthy Ragin’ and Natalya are in the back of the National Sports Stadium watching today’s action on a monitor. They don’t look particularly happy, Natalya has a noticeably swollen lip and a gloomy expression while Ragin’ is pacing slightly, looking at the screen only every so often. There’s no more exquisite private room for the Russians to relax in while not out in the arena like there was on Slam, now they’re forced to stand around with the regular people. This leads to any member of the backstage staff receiving a deadly glare every time they wander too close while going about their business. Ragin’: “Why are we even here? Madison Lee doesn’t want me to hurt her little competitors in the ring, yet I’m still contractually obliged to come to this country and hang around in this decrepit building. It smells like camel in here…” Ragin’ pauses, and his face lights up briefly, as if a little light bulb had appeared over his head. He sniffs the air a little over-exaggeratedly. Ragin’: “.. maybe it’s because Dante Coles is close by.” Natalya gives him a look before rolling her eyes, returning her attention to the monitor and folding her arms. Ragin’ glances around, almost nervously. He’s certainly not ensuring Dante’s not around, is he? When he’s satisfied he shoots Natalya a quizzical look. Ragin’: “What’s wrong with you lately? Seems like you’ve got a bigger stick up your ass than the Florentine poet.” Natalya turns to face him, glaring at the Master of the Rage who seems unfazed. She scowls as she spits out the next few words. Natalya: “You think this situation affects just you, comrade? I’m here too. Forced to travel to these filthy places and share the disapproving looks of everyone who works here. Do I need to remind you that our situation is based upon mutual benefit? And right now your stock is lowering everyday, comrade…” The two look each at one other eye to eye, and Ragin’ takes a step forward. However before the disharmony between the two Russians can explode a voice interrupts them. ???: “Excuse me, do you two have a moment?” They, as one, turn to look at whoever would dare interrupt. Mark Deveraux stands with a microphone in hand and an impasse expression etched on his face when their angry glares turn in his direction. Who can remember the last time someone interviewed the Master of the Rage? It was an unwritten rule, no interviews unless asked for, otherwise pain. Lots of it. But Deveraux cares not and he does not wait for their response, we’re having an interview regardless. In truth, the audacity is unexpected by the Russian duo, who are taken aback by Deveraux’s forwardness. The interviewer reaches out a hand and strokes his fingertips across the fabric of Ragin’s shirt. It’s all fancy silk you see. Deveraux: “Oh, that’s nice. That must feel really good against your skin.” Ragin’s eyes move between the hand on his chest and the interviewer, a mixture of shock, confusion and horror on his face. Natalya looks initially surprised but turns away, stifling a laugh. Deveraux remembers himself and returns to trying to interview, with a speechless Ragin’ unable to stop him. Deveraux: “Well Ragin’, not a lot of people are happy that you are now a member of the TNT roster, but some of us are very happy to see you. Dante Coles is one of the former, can I get your thoughts on what transpired last week?” Ragin’ looks Deveraux up and down, and it appears that Deveraux is doing the exact same which is a little unsettling. Ragin’ eventually gives a little laugh. Ragin’: “Dante Coles? He’s little more than a backwater fed boy trying to play in the big leagues. He’s only able to keep his job because well.. it’s TNT, isn’t it? Not exactly home of the talent-filled. Until now that is. It’s people like Dante that personify Trashdown, you know? A steaming pile of..” Deveraux: “Quite. So you’d have no problem facing him in a match?” Ragin’ scoffs at this as if Deveraux had suggested he sip tea with the Queen on the moon. It’s ridiculous. Ragin’: “No problem. Though it wouldn’t be much of a contest, I’d send Mr. Eyebrow-raising-hardcore-icon back to high school gyms and $20 paycheques.” Deveraux: “So you’d give him a spanking?” Deveraux licks his lips and seems to stare of into space slightly despite having said this in all seriousness. Ragin’ tilts his head to one side, eyebrows furrowing up. Ragin’: “If Madison Lee ever decides to make that match, if she let me get my hands on him, the things I’d do to..” Deveraux interrupts before Ragin’ can finish the sentence. Deveraux: “Oh, I know! The things I’D do to Dante” Ragin’ looks at Natalya, who looks away, amused that someone is not taking Ragin’ very seriously at all. The man himself seems almost unable to deal with Deveraux’s own distractions and so just stares at the interviewer as if he has a second head growing from his shoulder. Deveraux: “I’m sure we will see the two of you meet in the ring sometime in the not to distance future, and I look forward to that. What about your relationship with some of the ladies here on TNT? You’ve had some interactions with Kennedy over the past few months and of course, there’s Kailey..” Ragin’ shows no emotion at the mention of either name, unlike Natalya who’s formerly bemused look changes to angry and then to furious. Her hand instinctively goes to her lip. Ragin’ goes to answer the question but Natalya steps in. Natalya: “Ha. They are nothing, both of them. The princess thinks she owns this show, but it is easy for one such as her to dominate when those around her are nothing but weak, pathetic children. And Barbie? The only interaction we shall have with her is when we watch her run back to her pigs and chickens again, because she doesn’t have the stomach for the harsh realities of the world. Ragin’ places his hand on Natalya’s shoulders, as if trying to sooth her anger. She calms down slightly and steps aside, pretending that nothing had happened. Ragin’ fields his own answer. Ragin’: “Kennedy likes to play games. She thinks she’s winning, but she doesn’t even know the rules. I like to play my games hard.. Deveraux’s eyes light up when he hears Ragin’ say this, and the Master of the Rage pauses, watching the interviewers reaction uncomfortably. He eventually picks up where he left off. Ragin’: “… and if she decides to play games with me, then she’d better hope the chamber is empty.” And with the allusion to a famed version of roulette, and no mention of Kailey, Ragin’ waves his hand dismissively to say the interview is over. Deveraux takes the hint. Deveraux: “Thanks for your time. I’ll be watching your TNT career very, very closely.” Deveraux departs, leaving Ragin’ and Natalya to give each other a glance and return their attentions to watching the action on the monitor. [align=center]The house lights drop and smoke billows out onto the stage as the opening chords to "The Outsider" are strummed out into the arena. A dim glow peeks through the smoke and begins to pulse with the beat. "Help me if you can It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired So could you please..."[/align] JH: It is now time for the Legend Challenge. Swytch, about to make his way out here momentarily, will face an unknown legend. TM: This is an awesome match, Miss Lee set up isn't it, Jonathan? JH: Yes, yes that is tremendous ass-kissing there, Thomas. TM: Wha?! [align=center]The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a figure appears on the stage amidst the smoke and pulsing lights. The figure wades through the smoke and stops at the top of the walkway causing the crowd to cheer for the painted man before them...Swytch. Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires Staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin. He treads down the walkway to the ring, stepping along the apron to the corner where he starts to climb. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle.[/align] MA: The following contest is a special Legend Challenge! And it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Odessa, Texas, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, he is the Dual Crown Champion… SSSSWWWWWYYYYTTTTCCHHHH!!! JH: Swytch, in his first match since winning those Dual Crown titles from Chris Maclay about two weeks ago at Relentless. TM: And now he's gonna be schooled by a legend, you watch. He got lucky against Chris. But Swytch versus a legend? JH: Chris Maclay is a legend now, technically. TM: You think it's him?! Oh please please please please!!! JH: It's possible. But we know who Swytch is hoping it is. [align=center]You're lying to yourself again Suicidal imbecile... He steps over the ropes and drops down into the ring, falling backwards against the turnbuckles. Swytch sits on the middle pad lazily, his head twitching slightly as he waits for the match to start.[/align] TM: Swytch is hoping it's someone specific? I wasn't even aware he was aware he was in a match. Crazy mofo! JH: Swytch indeed knows he has a match tonight. And he's hoping it's Fearod, I believe. TM: Fearod? Pfft! He'd get bored and leave the arena before this match. JH: Probably. But Swytch still wants vengeance for the night Fearod nearly ended Swytch's career. TM: I don't remember that. But he failed so he sucks! Swytch stands in the corner, cradling the Dual Crown Championship title belts in his arms, his eyes plastered on the TNTtron as he mumbles something to himself about fear. Tony Clarke just eyes the man, wondering if he should ask for the titles or not. JH: Swytch is very happy to have those titles after all this time. He doesn't seem interested in giving them up. TM: He'll lose them by Vendetta. I guarantee it. Transitional champion, Jonathan. JH: What?! Nevermind. I don't want to hear your logic. The house lights cut out, images on the TNTtron flickering as broken guitar chords screech over the static-filled speakers, leading into the hard-hitting beats of Evanescence's "Lies". JH: What the? TM: Hey! Wait a minute! Confusion ensues as Swytch cocks his head to the side in confusion, eyeing the entrance ramp as Amy Lee's voice carries over the speakers. Kennedy makes her way out onto the stage, huge smile on her face as the confused crowd respond with a mixed reaction. JH: I'm confused, Thomas. I thought we were supposed to see Swytch versus a legend. TM: Are you saying Kennedy ISN'T a legend? JH: Well… maybe one day. But I define a legend as someone who's… well… TM: Can't hack it anymore? No, that's a joke, Jonathan. TNT has quite a few in the Ghost of TNT section. Kennedy is, indeed, a legend! And the hottest one I've ever seen! Kennedy basks in the adoration, striding towards the ring with a smirk on her face as she eyes Swytch up and down. Hesitating at the ropes she has a stare-off with Swytch. She enters the ring under the middle rope, making her way across the ring while keeping her eyes on the unpredictable man. JH: Well regardless of whether or not she qualifies as a legend, Kennedy is… I dunno, would you say that's dressed to compete? TM: Her halo isn't showing tonight but I like the black. I don't think Swytch is complaining either. Swytch is not. Actually, Swytch isn't doing anything more than watching the FIW Lady with curious eyes. Kennedy doesn't appear to be preparing for a fight, though. Instead, she takes the microphone from the equally confused Michael Anderson. She shoos the man out of the ring. JH: Looks like Kennedy has something to say. TM: Ah! We're gonna hear that angelic voice. Kennedy eyes Swytch up and down, the champ still holding the titles close to his heart (literally) as the confusion ensues. The crowd start to get a little restless, wanting to know what's going on. Kennedy looks out over them before resting her eyes back on Swytch. Kennedy: Swytch. Hey there. I bet you're wondering what I'm doing out here. Heck, I bet everyone is wondering what I'm doing out here. JH: Uh, yeah. TM: Stop being so impatient. Is Swytch wondering? Is he even listening anymore? He hasn't moved since making his way out to the ring, excluding his eyes following Kennedy's every move. His blinking is the only thing to let us know the man is even alive but that still doesn't answer if he's listening anymore. Kennedy: Well, I'll just go ahead and answer that for everyone else. If you feel any desire to know why I'm out here, just go ahead an listen in, okay? Same nothingness comes from Swytch. Kennedy hesitates a moment, waiting for some kind of reaction from the man but gets nothing. Kennedy: Okay. Well, it was me. I was the genius behind this little Legends Challenge for our new Dual Crown Champion. Been meaning to congratulate you on that one, by the way. You're quite the trooper, aren't you? Still nothing. Swytch's blinking continues in it's sporadic nature but he doesn't answer her question in any shape or form. Kennedy: Right. I mean, I can't imagine how great you must feel right now. How many tries did it take to finally wrestle those things away from Chris? TM: Jonathan? You know all this stuff. JH: Um… four or five? TM: Wow! Swytch is pathetic! JH: Excuse you! Swytch continues to watch Kennedy with lusting eyes… or maybe that's murderous intent. Could be boredom as well. That's how hard it is to read Swytch right now. Kennedy: So yeah. It's still nice to know there's guys out there that just won't take no for an answer. Because you know… when all else fails… kicking and screaming is a sure way to get just one more chance, right? TM: Ha! That is true! He shouldn't even be the Dual Crown Champion right now. JH: He beat Chris Maclay fair and square. TM: After like twenty tries! And only 'cuz he stole the Spirit of Honor Championship until he was guaranteed one more try! JH: Um… well… who else was gonna face Maclay?! He beat everyone! The crowd is starting to figure out that Kennedy's just out here to poke fun at everyone's favorite psychotic and guess what… they don't like seeing it. Swytch begins to move towards Kennedy, his head slightly tilted to the side, his eyes narrowed with a menacing twinkle in them. Kennedy quickly back pedals as TC moves to make sure Swytch doesn't do anything until he knows what the heck is going on with this… match? Kennedy: Whoa! Hold him back. Swytch, what gives? I'm out here trying to congratulate you and… what? Oh wait. I know what this is about. A sly smile forms over Kennedy's lips, letting us all know that she's got something dastardly cooking up in that head of hers. Kennedy: Don't think I don't recognize that look in your eyes, Swytch. I've seen it before, and I don't mean the night you held a knife to my throat. Last night. At the Halloween party. You were quite the Phantom. It took me a bit longer than I would've liked to figure it out but there's no mistake. TM: WHAT?! That freak was molesting her at the Halloween party! JH: She didn't say that. TM: He was the Phantom! The Phantom was molesting her! I saw it! That's it! Fire his ass and strip him of the titles! Kennedy: And judging by the way you reacted to me… I'm guessing you don't want to wrestle me. Or, at least not in a wrestling ring. Kennedy giggles at Swytch's supposed crush on her. Kennedy: Trust me, Swytch, you were close enough for me to notice. TM: EW! Is she saying what I think she's saying? JH: I don't even want to know. Kennedy: You know, I do want to thank you though. You've finally answered the age old question. Who exactly is that woman on your arm? Well… it's me. The crowd let out an "oooooooooh" as they speculate as to why Swytch would have Kennedy tattooed on his arm. Swytch's eye twitches in an unstable manner at the mere mention of the tattoo on his arm. Kennedy either doesn't notice the change, or doesn't care. Kennedy: It's true. Wanna know why Swytch attacked me his first night here in FIW? Or why he's constantly been sticking his nose in my business? Or why he came to me in disguise just to get a dance? Well, there you go. Swytch… is obsessed with me! JH: Oh please! First Dante, now Swytch? This woman sure is full of herself. TM: Wait, wait! Think about it. It does make some sense. Kennedy: I cannot believe you went to such extremes to tattoo me on your arm! You probably stay awake at night stroking that tattoo don't you? You, sir, are sick! That is just disgusting! A low growl seems to emanate from Swytch, the more and more Kennedy presses the issue. Why? Because it's true? Highly unlikely… or is it? That's what you have to decided. Finally, Kennedy acknowledges Swytch actions. Kennedy: What's the matter, Swytch? Oh, it isn't me? It is or it isn't? You know what? It doesn't even matter! Either it's me on your arm, or it's some other girl you didn't stand a chance with. You know how I know you didn't stand a chance with her? Because you are a FREAK, Swytch! Nobody wants to be with a freak! The crowd is all over Kennedy now, booing and hissing at the woman who seems all too proud of her actions. Kennedy: So why don't you just get out of the ring, Swytch? Obviously this match isn't gonna happen. You can just get yourself a bottle of hand lotion, cuddle up real close with your arm and have yourself a real good night! As the last word pours from her mouth, Swytch darts past Tony Clarke, dropping both titles and TAKING KENNEDY'S HEAD OFF WITH A VICIOUS LARIAT!!! JH: OH MY GOD! Maybe this match is gonna happen! Swytch, seething with anger for the snide woman, drags her up by a handful of hair. He looks out over the arena, the crowd going crazy as Kennedy squirms in his grasp, trying to get away. He spins her around, keeping a firm lock on her hair as he yanks her into an inverted facelock! JH: Do it! She deserves! TM: No! You shut up! Let her go you maniac! JH: OH MY GOD! What?! Oh My God What?! Someone leaps over the audience barricade, sliding into the ring and DIVING AT THE BACK OF SWYTCH'S LEG!! Swytch crumples to the canvas, grabbing his legs and screaming out in agony as Kennedy stumbles to the ropes, checking to make sure her hair is still attached to her head. JH: What the hell is Carlos Kane doing out here?! TM: I don't know! But he just clobbered Swytch's bad leg! JH: The leg that got torn to shreds in that barbed wire match with Chris Maclay at Relentless! Carlos Kane stands, the crowd already booing him like crazy as he begins stomping away at Swytch's legs, getting a yelp of pain from champ with every blow! The Hype drops to the canvas, grabbing Swytch's ankle and folding his leg up, stretching the muscles throughout the leg! JH: A Reverse Achilles Tendon Hold! Carlos is wrenching away at that leg! You know it can't be fully healed after being ripped to shreds at Relentless! TM: That's the Three-One-Three, Jonathan! Da Hype be owning Swytch tonight! JH: Oh GOD! Are you gonna start that crap again?! Kennedy moves from the ropes, slapping Carlos on the shoulder and snapping him out of his vicious approach! Carlos releases his hold, letting Swytch's leg limply drop to the canvas. Instinctively he rolls over to his side, drawing the leg up and grasping it in his hands. Kennedy looks at Carlos and says something before pointing down at Swytch. JH: What is going on here?! Kennedy and Carlos?! TM: You heard Kennedy last night at the party. She said she wanted to talk to Carlos about something. I think we know what that something is now! Carlos grabs Swytch by the arms, dragging the champ to his feet and locking his arms behind his back. Swytch stands, barely, on one leg as Carlos holds him in place. Kennedy eyes Swytch, raising his chin to look her in the eyes before BOOTING him in the stomach! Swytch drops to his knees and Kennedy commands Carlos to raise him again. Carlos obliges and Kennedy rears back SMACKING SWYTCH'S HEAD OFF WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK! JH: Dammit! The JFK to a defenseless Swytch! This is sick! It's two-on-one! TM: Calm down, Jonathan! At least it's over! Or is it?! Carlos glares down at the man before grabbing him by his collar and viciously dragging him to his feet! The Hype throws Swytch across his shoulders and WHIPS SWYTCH AROUND, PLANTING HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN F-5 MANEUVER! TM: THE H5, JONATHAN! DA HYPE AIN'T PLAYIN! JH: Was that absolutely necessary?! After everything else?! Kennedy snatches the Global Heavyweight Championship off the canvas, raising it above her head, slapping the plate as she looks out over the crowd. They respond as you'd imagine. Booing, hissing, yelling, whatever it takes to get their point across that they don't like Kennedy, they don't like Carlos, and they don't like what just happened! TM: And THAT right there is what this is about! That and that Spirit of Honor title on that mat. JH: The Dual Crown Championship! Kennedy picks up the SoH next, looking at both titles. Carlos turns around, SNATCHING the titles out of Kennedy's hands, growling at the woman. JH: Uh-oh! This could be interesting! TM: Hype! No! Playa, please! Hype glares at Kennedy, glancing down at the titles before looking back at her. He turns to Swytch, looking at the decimated champion laying on the canvas. Carlos raises the titles in the air and THROWS them down onto Swytch's body! Kennedy cheers him on, slapping him on the chest before leading the UEC from the ring. Together, the two superstars back their way up the walkway, making with the talk of smack to a likely unconscious Swytch. JH: I cannot believe what we just witnessed! I thought Carlos was done with the cheap attacks like that! TM: What?! After everything he did to Sean?! This is the real Hype, Jonathan! Hype doesn't care about these people! He doesn't care about you! Hype is in this business to succeed! People need to realize he'll do whatever it takes to succeed! JH: Apparently that's partner with that evil woman! TM: Oh, well… I ain't gonna lie. The Hype's intentions with Kennedy might be the Dual Crown but I'm sure there's a little more there. JH: Ugh. TM: What?! Geez, Mother Theresa! They're human beings. There's urges! Don't tell me you don't have them. You little pervert! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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JH: It’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for, the main event of the evening! TM: It’s not a main event, it’s a funeral. JH: Hey now I think Rick doesn’t have that small of a chance to win. TM: I meant Remy you moronic dumb ass. JH: You do realize Remy has defeated Rick twice, right? ‘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!!! “Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance… [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] The silent giant, Carl Lucas steps out behind him, shadowing him with that stoic, unwavering expression that he’s made his trademark as the two make their way along the raised walkway. Remy takes in the sights and sounds, the house lights glinting off his championship belt as he reaches the ring and steps through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation. [align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] Carl moves to a neutral position at ringside as Remy drops down from his perch, unwrapping his belt from around his waist as he goes. He kisses his fingers and plants it on the belt plate as he passes it off to the ref, then turns his attention back toward the entranceway. He stretches his legs, cracks his neck from side to side and checks his wrist tape as he awaits the start of his match. MA: Introducing the reigning Fighting Spirit Champion…Weighing in at 225 pounds and standing at six feet and two inches. Hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana…HE! IS! RRRRREEEEEEEMMMMMMMY!!! JH: And now that both men are in the ring, it’s time for both of them to get up onto the scaffolding with the referee. TM: Yup, it’ll then be raised up and we won’t end this match until one guy is falling to his doom. JH: Some thing tells me th- TM: DOOM~~!!! JH: Yes, quite. Remy and Rick walk right up onto the scaffolding, both seeming eager to finally end this thing between them. The official slowly gets up onto the scaffolding and checks the security cables, making every thing is all set. He gives the thumbs up to the ringside area and then slowly the scaffolding raises from almost touching the canvas up, up and up some more. The fans cheer and eagerly await the chaos that is about to ensue as Rick and Remy merely stare at one another from opposites sides of the scaffolding. Once it is roughly twenty feet up into the air it suddenly stops with a slight jerk. TM: Jeez are these technical monkeys that run this crap reckless. They should be more careful, that could’ve resulted in one of the guys getting hurt. And that would’ve been a shame. JH: Even if it was Remy? TM: Well sure. JH: Wow…I’m honestly impressed Thomas, I’m glad you are going beyond your petty gru- TM: A shame cause these people paid to see Rick become FSC and rip Remy apart like a rag doll! JH: *Sighs* I spoke too soon I suppose… The referee wiggles about and the wrestlers look around to make sure they aren’t about to fall to their death. Remy seems more uneasy about it or maybe Rick just saw his chance cause the Predator charges the Cajun and blasts him in the face with a Running Forearm. The bell rings just as Remy staggers backwards and eyes widen, realizing he is at the edge and tries for dear life to find some thing to hold onto. Luckily he finds that end’s security cables and grabs hold of his temp saviors. Looking to end this early Rick lunges at Remy to send him falling but quickly Remy throws himself towards the right cable. JH: Remy just NARROWLY escaped certain doom just there. TM: Yeah but how long can he keep running? After all there is only so far he can go. JH: True, but I think we’ll see Remy using speed to his advan- TM: I lied, there is quite a bit of ways he could go. A twenty foot way to be exact that would hopefully result in a broken spine or some thing similar. JH: What if Rick was the one who fell? TM: Pffft, Rick is a Predator, predators aren’t the ones that fall. It’s the small slimy rat like animals with slicked back bleach blonde hair and stupid huge bodyguards that are the ones that fall. Rick’s eyes widen and he sways his arms by his sides as now he is the one barely standing while Remy creates some distance between the two. After a few moments of swaying and leaning back and fourth Rick manages to get a steadier stance on the scaffolding. Carefully and slowly Rick turns around and sees Remy backing away from him. Quickly like a cat Rick rushes forward and tries once again to take Remy down. Thinking equally as quick Remy grabs hold of one of the middle cables and jumps right off the scaffolding. The fans cheer as Remy spins in mid-air twenty feet from the ground on the cable. TM: Yes! Remy is taking the coward’s way and jumping off himself! Fall you Cajun bastard! Fall! JH: No wait look! He’s spinning around to the other side of the cable! TM: Hmmm…Maybe he’s a slimy monkey like animal and not a rat with a move like that. Indeed Remy ends up on the scaffolding to the other side of the cable and right behind Ric. The Cajun leaps up and hits a Front Dropkick right across the shoulder blades of Rick. Proctor stumbles forward and almost right off the other edge of the scaffolding. However with defying strength he grabs hold of one of the right end’s cables and forces his body to stop. The Ragin’ Cajun charge Rick from behind and leaps up to hit a Flying Elbow to send Rick over the edge. JH: What a tricky tactic from Remy and looks like it almost won him the match. TM: Yeah if it wasn’t for that impressive display of strength from my boy Rick, Remy might’ve won. JH: Though it looks like Remy is about to finish this thing o- No! Wait! Incredible! The fans are in shock as Rick turns around and scoops Remy right up into his arms in a Powerslam style. However the Predator lifts Remy right up over his head in a Gorilla Press style instead. Rick backs up a bit and grins while he pumps “some iron” using Remy as his weights. It only lasts a few seconds though and Rick rushes back towards the edge all the while Remy is shaking his head and seems to be trying to reason with Rick. Proctor is only one step away from the edge and tossing Remy over it when the crafty Cajun manages to slip behind Rick and pushes him right off the edge to cheers. TM: No! Damn it! Rick! Some one save him! JH: Unbelievable! Every one thought for sure this was it for Remy but instead he turns the tables and this is it for Rick! TM: It’s not fair, it just isn’t fair darn it. Rick had so much to live for and look forward to. JH: No way... TM: What? JH: Look at the edge Thomas.... TM: Holy shit... While Remy pounds his fists against his chest and celebrates thinking full well he won the match the fans try to warn him. After hugging the referee and dancing a bit with him the Cajun finally notices some thing’s wrong. His expression turns to a curious one and asks the referee “Did you hear him hit the canvas?” to which the referee replies shaking his head no and pointing to the edge. Slowly Remy turns around and his eyes widen to what he sees. Clinging to the very edge of the scaffolding are two massive hands and those hands belong to Rick, who dangles dangerously below the scaffolding. JH: This is just inhuman...How could have that man grabbed on? TM: Who cares?! Climb up Rick! Climb up! You’re still in this thing baby! You can still win it! JH: What is it going to take Remy to defeat this man? TM: A BFG. JH: A what? TM: A big fucking gun is what. Panicking Remy hurries over to the edge to try and stop Rick from getting back up onto the scaffolding. But the larger man is already pushing his body up onto the steel. With his chest press against the scaffolding and crawling slowly more and more back onto it Rick is met by Remy. Who quickly begins to lay in the boots to his contender’s ample skull. In a desperate attempt to get Remy to leave him alone for the time being like a weapon Rick slashes his arm at the Cajun’s feet. TM: Smart move on Rick’s part, going after the feet to stall and give him time. JH: I might detest Mister Proctor but he better be careful, I wouldn’t risk being twenty feet in the air and holding on with one arm. TM: Yeah but it’s either that or Remy manages to kick him off. And then Rick won’t be twenty feet in the air, he’ll be crashing and burning on the canvas. JH: At least the right and just man would win the match... TM: That’s debatable. The leg sweep attempts are enough to get Remy away from Rick long enough to allow the former helper of Sean James get back up onto the scaffolding. Rick throws a right punch and it connects right across Remy’s left cheek. The Cajun staggers back and clutches his slightly bruised face and returns the favor with a left punch to Rick’s right cheek. The two stood there and glare at one another as if those punches were a signal to the beginning of a war. Soon fists are flying, lefts and rights, all around the two. JH: Looks like a good ole brawl has broken out between the two. TM: I put my money on Rick to win it. JH: What a surprise. TM: Hey hey hey, this isn’t some biased opinion judging this statement. Rick is obviously the bigger and heavier of the two men. Which equals more muscles than Remy in his case, more muscles means more power to put into the punches, more powerful punches means el winner of brawl. See I can use your fancy college math on wrestling too. JH: I’m actually some what impressed with that, still, I think Remy is gonna win in the end. As if he heard the announcer’s opinion and wishes to spite him Rick’s punches seem to be having even more affect on Remy. With each blow Remy shows signs of faltering while Rick seems to be just getting more and more on a role. After then taking turns delivering strikes it is now Rick mainly pounding them into Remy’s skull. Suddenly like a Snake striking its prey Remy’s thumb launches out and strikes Rick’s eye. The challenger roars in pain and wanders backwards as he holds his face around the eye. JH: See, Remy won. TM: By cheating. JH: Since when have you been Mister Morals? TM: This has nothing to do with me not caring about my favorites cheating. This has every thing to do with Remy who I don’t like cheating. JH: Do you even listen to yourself any more? TM: Only when I record it, I then after getting home slip into just a robe and tickle my bare chest with a goose feather as I listen to the tape play my voice. JH: ... TM: What? Doesn’t every guy do that? JH: I’m not even going to bother giving that a reply. Remy takes his chance with Rick’s eye distracting him and charges forward with his hands extended out in front of him. With amazing strength Remy manages to push Rick in front of him back. Further and further they near the edge of the scaffolding and the fans cheers grow louder and louder. It is when they are less than five inches from the edge that Rick seems to realize what’s going on. In a last ditch effort Rick just barely makes it out from in front of Remy sending the Cajun soaring right over the edge of the scaffolding. TM: Yes!!! Remy just went flying!!! JH: No!!! TM: Yes, Remy just went over the scaffolding. JH: No, I understand that, but LOOK Thomas. TM: That Cajun spider-fucking-monkey... Much like Rich had been previously Remy clings to the edge of the scaffolding with both hands. A massive grin spreads across the lips of Rick Proctor when he sees the now helpless FSC. Confidently Rick struts over to the edge and kneels down as he stares at the hanging on Remy. The Cajun smiles innocently and says “Are you going to help me up?” to which Rick replies by mouthing “No”. With frightening force Rick slams the bottom of his forearm down against the left set of fingers of Remy. JH: That bastard! He’s going to try and get Remy to let go! TM: Well some body does have to fall for the other to win this, ya know. JH: I know...but...I... TM: I know, I know, you wanted it to be Rick, not Remy. Well tough shit, Remy is going to fall. To add to the pain Rick slides his arm down so his elbow rests on top of Remy’s fingers and begins to twist it slightly. Remy winces and groans in pain as the elbow digs into his fingers. After a few moments of it Remy eventually can do nothing but release his hold on the scaffolding’s edge. The Cajun dangles by one hand now but Rick is quick to try and fix this. The Predator opts to just pound the bottom of his fist against Remy’s other set of fingers. TM: I think it’s all but over now, now all we have to do is count down the seconds Remy lasts. JH: Even though I’d like to say Remy isn’t gone yet...I can’t lie to myself or the viewers, this looks to be over as Thomas you put it. TM: Wait...Did I hear you right, did you just say more or less I was right? JH: ... TM: Well? JH: *Sighs* Yes, you, Thomas Moore, were correct. TM: Ooooo! *Claps and grins* Christmas came early this year! In a last attempt to save himself Remy flings his dangling arm over the scaffolding and grabs a handful of Rick’s tights. Rick looks down at Remy’s arm in disgust and snarls. In response to grabbing his tights Proctor begins to relentlessly pound his arms one after another against Remy’s elbow joint. The Raging Cajun tries with all his heart to hold onto Rick’s tights and pull himself up. But Rick’s blows are just dealing too much damage for Remy to pull himself up. JH: I may have spoken too soon! TM: Darn it, Remy is like a friggin’ roach. A rat and monkey like roach. So much for Christmas coming early this year. JH: I just hope Remy can hang on and Rick doesn’t knock him off. TM: And I hope Rick does knock him off and Remy ends up falling to his death. JH: You’re quite morbid. TM: And you’re quite British, your point? Blow after blow Remy’s grip on Rick’s tight seems to be loosening and he seems to be slipping. Perhaps though in one last burst of energy Remy pulls Rick by his tights forward. The Predator falls right over the edge but luckily grabs a hold of the edge to the fans’ shock. The two men are now dangling side by side on the scaffolding while the referee tries to stay on the opposite side of it to balance it. Even with the referee on the other side however the scaffolding under Remy’s and Rick’s weight tilts towards the right side. JH: Yes!!! TM: No!!! JH: Remy has pulled Rick into the same situation he’s in. Now either man could fall at any moment! Either man could become the new or still reigning Fighting Spirit Champion at any moment! TM: This suspense is going to give me a fucking heart attack! JH: I don’t think any one would be too upset if that happens. TM: Hey, your mama would be pretty sad to see it happen. JH: You see this look? You see this stare? This is my death glare and it’s directed at you. TM: What in the world is a death glare? JH: This. The fans are at the edge of their seats while they watch Rick and Remy both trying to pull themselves back up. This only lasts a few seconds though since Rick decides to ram his elbow deep into Remy’s rib cage. Remy gasps for air and tries to hang on but replies with an elbow of his own to Rick’s rib cage. For a second time Rick drills his elbow into Remy’s rib cage. Remy retaliates by swinging a bit and then kicking Rick in a some what shady fashion (not being able to tell whether it was below the belt or not). TM: Great so Remy figures out he can’t handle Rick in a slugging contest so like a girl he starts kicking. JH: Actually kicking is quite effective and there are some great male strikers and wrestlers that use kicking as an effective part of their move set. Like such *Kicks Thomas* TM: Ow! Hey that hurt you bumbling Englishman! *Slaps him* JH: Oh yeah?! While the announcers have their own little fight Remy’s kick was effective enough to allow the Cajun time to get up onto the scaffolding. Like a man that hasn’t drank water in ages Remy crawls further onto the scaffolding and kissing its steel ground. While Remy is getting up to his feet Rick manages to get back up onto the scaffolding and crawls up to his feet. Rick hasn’t been on his feet for longer than a second when Remy rushes him. In mid-run Remy lifts up his leg and connects with a picture perfect Mob Hit right on the scaffolding! JH: Mob Hit! Mob Hit! Mob Hit! Woo! Woo! Woo! TM: God damn it, stupid girly kick. Wait...No! Rick! No! Stay still! JH: Oh my god! Rick staggers backwards from the Mob Hit and is so dazed he walks right off the scaffolding! The fans erupt in gasps and cheers as the Predator splats against the canvas from a twenty foot drop! Remy stands with his jaw open in surprise that he actually took down Rick. He quickly snaps out of it though when the referee holds up his hand and the bell rings. JH: Remy did it! He retained the FSC! TM: Poor Rick... MA: Your winner…AND STILL FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION! ...RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMY!!! Slowly the scaffolding lowers down towards the ring but before it’s even fully lowered Remy hops off of it. The Cajun snatches the title belt and lifts the FSC high above his head. Rick Proctor lays beneath his feet as the EMTs rush into the ring and start to check on him. TM: Damn that Remy, damn him. First he tries to steal Sean’s woman and now he’s taken out Sean’s former hired muscle. Does he have some kind of grudge against Sean?! JH: Well in any case we’re all out of times ladies and gentlemen. For Thomas Moore and the rest of the TNT roster and staff, we’ll see you next Tuesday! Good Bye! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Handicap Match The Reject def. Max Corona when Onikage pinned Max Tag Team Contest Kailey Lane & Jim O'Brien def. Nadia Kassle & Carlos "Hype" Kane when Kailey pinned Nadia Fighting Spirit Championship Scaffolding Match Remy Barteaux def. Rick Proctor to retain |
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