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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; November 8, 2005 | |
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| Lita Maivia | Nov 9 2005, 01:03 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 ladies and gentlemen! We are live from Kathmandu, Nepal in the Dasarath Rangasala! The final night of TNT's Asian Tour and what a show we have to close out the tour! TM: I know I can't wait for tonight's show. The main-event is gonna be the best main-event in a LONG time, Jonathan. Carlos Kane is gonna finish that sorry excuse of a champion in Swytch. Hopefully Kennedy comes down to finish the job she started last week! JH: It was last week that Carlos and Kennedy set Swytch up. Tonight he gets a shot at revenge against Carlos. And if Kennedy remains backstage, he'll have a chance. TM: No chance in hell. But even better, that Slam reject Ragin' is gonna find out what TNT's all about when he goes down to Nadia Kassle! JH: That's assuming both Nadia and Ragin' can play it fair enough to keep from getting disqualified by the special guest referee tonight. TM: Pfft! Kailey knows better than to try and disqualify Nadia. After the way Nadia's schooled her every week, Kailey doesn't want to get on Nadia's bad side. JH: You mean the two losses Nadia has to Kailey? TM: Shut up! JH: That's just two of the big matches here tonight folks. Let's get into the show with two superstars debuting! Alex Evans vs. Curtis! The arena’s lights dim a little as blue lights wave around and nothing but a guitar can be heard until… [align=center]Stand Up I Have Had Enough Walk Away Before I Finish What You Started Face To Face I Will Put You In Your Place End This Game Before I Finish What You Started Face To Face Everything Will Change[/align] As the lights comeback on, we see a figure standing on the entranceway, a mask over his face, he then runs toward the ring and slides into the ring, stopping in the middle of the ring. He stands up and raises his hands, he removes the mask from his face and gets a mixed reaction as he smirks, he runs to the ropes and starts shouting to the fans before jumping down and waiting for his opponent or the match to begin. JH: Well, the ever arrogant Alex Evans is making his debut tonight. And I would imagine Thomas, that you are in an uneviable position. TM: So cocky... yet he performs the flippy floppy. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE IN! As the slow chords start up, the house lights in the arena slowly turn off to allow total darkness to consume the arena. As the song starts to pick up, a shadowy figure enters the stage area and stops just before the walkway. He only pauses for a moment, as he starts down the walkway a few moments before the song really starts to pick up bringing the houselights back on. Paying the crowd no mind, whether they cheer or boo, Curtis climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes. With no flashy in ring antics, Curtis just does a quick warmup as he awaits the start of the match. JH: Another young grappler in the hopes of making an impact. TM: A bit on the nutty side, if you ask me. This guy needs an Exorcism. JH: Nonetheless... He's had his battles with his demons in the past but he's looking to get past them. Michael Anderson, who's been in mid ring about the whole time, brings the microphone to his lips and announces the participants... MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a... Wait for it... Wait for it... MA: THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT!!!!!!!! Y'know, I'm beginning to think that this fan in the fifth to top row who loves 30 minute matches has a mental disorder. He cheers like no tomorrow, BUT WHY? WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! MA: Announcing first... From KINGS BEACH, CALIFORNIA! Standing Six feet tall, weighing in tonight at Two hundred and eleven pounds. . . MISTAHHH HIGH SPOT! ALEX EVAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNS! The crowd boos the arrogant a-hole, but Michael Anderson's voice enter's our ears once again. MA: EVAHHHHHHHHHHNS! As you would imagine, a majority of the audience has that "WTF?" look on their face. MA: What? I wanted to try something different. Oh, ok. Nevermind then. MA: And his opponent... From PARTS UNKNOWN! Standing Six feet, two inches tall. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and sixtyfour pounds... CURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTISSSSS!!!!!!!!!!1 He gets a... well... a polite pop. But nothing spectacular. JH: This match will definately be a contrast of styles. If Evans is really as good as he says, then Curtis will have to keep him grounded. And from what we understand, he's quite something on- MA: CURRRRRRRRRRTISSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Michael gives a big cheesey smile and then climbs out of the ring, switching places with referee Richard Kelly. He points to the timekeeper, and now entering our ears... [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] Ah, the ring bell... It reminds me of my childhood. When I would play in my sandbox, Mother would always ring a bell to signal that lunch or dinner was ready. Then one evening, she didn't ring that bell. Sister grew suspicious and- JH: Um... Excuse me... Oh right. My apologies, I haven't written in awhile. JH: Didn't you write last week? Yeah, but that was hardly a match. JH: Well, okay then. Just get on with it. Both competitors circle one another, then engage in one of those good ol' fashioned Collar and Elbow Tie-Ups. With the obvious power advantage, Curtis just throws Alex Evans to the mat. But Evans quickly rolls back to his feet, charges Curtis and engages in another Collar and Elbow Tie Up. Alex puts himself to a lower center of gravity and manages to push Curtis into the turnbuckle. Referee Richard Kelly seperates Evans from Curtis, but Evans smiles and shouts to Curtis "LOOK AT ME! I'M THE SHIT!" But Curtis disagrees with that and he lets Evans know by shoving Kelly out of the way AND NEARLY BEHEADING EVANS WITH A- JH: CLOHHHHHTHESSSLINE! TM: No Lariat? JH: Only Main Eventers can have Lariats. It's something you earn, really. Seeing an opening, Curtis goes for a quick cover... [align=center]ONE! T - Evans gets a shoulder up[/align] Curtis then wraps his arm around the head of Evans in a Side Headlock, but is ineffective as Evans gets to his feet and shoves Curtis into the ropes. Curtis runs and looks for a Clothesline, but gets leapfrogged. Curtis bounces off of the ropes and charges back at Evans and gets taken to the mat with a Headscissors Takedown! But Curtis doesn't stay down for long BUT DOES AFTER TAKING A DROPKICK RIGHT INTO HIS FACE! JH: Argh, man. I can fathom alot, but a Dropkick to somebody's face while they're still grounded... gets me every time. Damn, that Curtis is tough as nails as he starts to roll to his knees. But ever the opprotunist, Evans swiftly approaches and nails a Right into Curtis's face! He then grabs a fistful of Curtis's hair, bringing the possessed grappler to his feet. He grabs around Curtis and plants him to the mat with a picture perfect Uranage! With Curtis down, Evans takes the opprotunity before him and runs to the ropes. He climbs through the ropes, awaiting Curtis to get to his feet. JH: This is not a situation Curtis wants to be in, fans. Thank you, King Of The Obvious. Curtis, albeit wobbly, makers it to his feet. Evans jumps up to the top rope, SPRINGBOARDS OFF OF THE TOP ROPE and CONNECTS WITH A- JH: HURRICANRANA! TM: Hurricancrappy, more like it. JH: Y'know... I never did get what it is about cruiserweight wrestlers you don't like. TM: Well, it all started back when - But Evans rolls Curtis over with a Pin! [align=center]ONE! TWO! TH - CURTIS SHOVES OUT![/align] With sheer power and aggression, Curtis just throws Alex evans right off of him. He rolls to his feet, as does Evans. Curtis nails a huuuuuuuuuuge right hand into Evans' noggin, then grabs him around the waist and slams him to the mat with a Sidewalk Slam! But Curtis stays on pace as he grabs ahold of the downed high flyer and applies a heavenly Bow and Arrow Lock. JH: Good strategy by Curtis. He doesn't want Alex to be talking it to the air. But somehow, someway, Evans wriggles over to the ropes. Richard Kelly begins his count... One! Two! Three! Four! Fi - Curtis releases the hold! Curtis stays on the attack by getting to his feet, taking Evans with him. He locks in a front chancerie, and with a Snap, takes Evans over with a Snap Suplex! Curtis floats over to cover... [align=center]ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!! THR - EVANS GETS THE SHOULDER UP![/align] But Curtis stays on his opponent, locking in a Rear Chinlock. Referee Richard Kelly looks to see if Alex wants to call it a day, but c'mon. Alex Evans? Tap out? You're outta your mind! JH: Evan's isn't tapping, but he sure looks to be fading. Indeed he does... Didn't know a Rear Chinlock could do that to somebody. Nonetheless, Evans does look to be losing it, but it seems as if that emergency reserve tank of adrenaline inside Evans is smashed open and Evans begins to wriggle free! After a long enough time of wriggling, Alex Evans finally frees himself of Curtis's grasp! TM: Evans is free and he's on the move! Evans bounces into the ropes AND CONNECTS WITH A CLOTHESLINE! NO! Curtis wraps his arms around Evan's neck AND DROPS HIM WITH A REAR NAKED CHOKE DROP! JH: Curtis Calls! Curtis covers... [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE![/align] MA: Your winner of this match... CURTIS! 'So Cold' hits back over the PA and the crowd cheers its new member of the roster as Curtis raises his fists to the air. JH: Curtis picking up a win in his debut tonight. TM: Well seeing it was Alex Evans' debut too, one of them was going to lose their first match. JH: That's true. Well I'm told we've got something from Jim O'Brien...and Kendra apparently. "You were the chosen one!" Sweet! Anakin Skywalker's burning body on TNT! Is Darth Vader gonna be on the roster?! But as we pan out, it looks as if that won't be the case. Instead, we find ourselves in the locker room of one Jim O'Brien. Slouching in his recliner and two liter of Coke in his hand, Jim watches with great interest. "It was said you would destroy the Sith, not join them! Bring balance to the Force, not darkness!" And with the closing of a door, our attention looks behind us, where we find that Kendra Norton has made her way in. And suprised, mind you. Kendra: Again? You must be a nerd machine or something. O'Brien: No, no no. This is good stuff. "You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you." O'Brien: See? That shit's deep. And as soon as Anakin's legs (or lack thereof) catch ablaze, Kendra grabs ahold of the remote and pauses it. Kendra: I wanted to talk to you. O'Brien: *taking a swig of his Coke* No you don't. You want to watch the rest of Revenge Of The Sith with me. Kendra: After four viewings with you, I think I'll pass. It's about your match last week- O'Brien: No. Just... no. I don't want to talk about that. In fact, I don't want to talk about my career. Kendra: Well I do. Jim takes another swig of his Coke before he says... O'Brien: Look Kendra, I'm not gonna lie - even though we haven't known eachother long, I like you. You're a good friend. And one reason that's the case is because we don't discuss business. Everytime I try to spark a conversation or try to make conversation or try to be social around here, it's always TNT related. It's wrestling related. And with you, we've hardly had to do that. It's music or movies or real shit. I don't care th- Kendra: That's the problem. You better start caring really fast. I just got work that you're booked next week. And it's against Ragin'. O'Brien: *sarcastically* I better watch out. Fulla rage, that guy is. Kendra: I'm serious, Jim. And you better start getting serious about what you do out there. O'Brien: And why is that, Tony Robbins? Kendra leans in close to Jim's face. Kendra: Because I don't want to be around someone who doesn't care about what they do. Kendra leans back up and in a huff, makes her exit from Jim's room. Jim shakes his head and takes another siwg of his Coke before muttering... O'Brien: I don't think I blame Anakin for doing what he did to Padme now. 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| Lita Maivia | Nov 9 2005, 01:06 AM Post #2 |
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JH: Up next is a match that is defending women’s rights. TM: Women have rights? When did this happen? Gee next thing you know they’ll be able to vote, drive and have the same wage as us men! JH: *Lifts up index finger* ...*Sighs* Never mind...*Lowers finger* The house lights drop and the thudding bass of Trent Reznor's new hit "The Hand that Feeds" thumps into our ears. [align=center]You're keeping in step... in the line Got your chin held high and you feel just fine Because you do... what you're told But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold! Just how deep do you believe? Will you bite the hand that feeds?[/align] White lights pulsate, sillhouetting Graver and Onikage. Faint light comes up, enough that we see Oni in front of Graver, his arms crossed in the straight-edge xXx. Graver looks at Oni and shakes his head, then downs the beer bottle in his fist. They start walking toward the ring, Oni going backward and making gestures at Graver, pointing to the white X on the back of his hand. Graver shrugs and points to a stupid-looking fan in the front row and laughs at him. Oni walks up and goes to give the fan a high five, but psychs him out, causing many flippings of the bird at both wrestlers. The two continue to the ring, Onikage trotting over to the steel stairs to stand proudly with his arms crossed. Graver gets into the ring and walks over to the center of the ring. As the music hits a critical point Graver lifts up his beer can clinched in his fist. Only a mere seconds afterwards Onikage hops right in front of Graver and lifts up his arms in a X fashion giving the xXx symbol. Onikage pauses for a moment and then looks back slowly at Graver who simply glares at his partner. Not to be out done Graver climbs the turnbuckle, and flips each and every fan in the building off. They converge in their corner and begin talking strategy, or more likely, kickass rock n' roll bands. TM: Ha ha, that Graver, he’s just so damn awesome. He alone makes me want to see the Rejects win this. JH: I find Graver to be a disgusting and narrow minded ignorant ass hole. Onikage isn’t much better either. TM: I know! That’s what makes them so great! The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring. She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. Dropping her duster off her shoulders, she walks to the opposite side of the ring to drop it through the ropes before turning to await that start of the contest. TM: Oh yeah, look at how those legs go up to those cute lil’ booty shorts. If she was ever not into chocolate or spicey stuff I’d have a go at her. JH: In your dreams Thomas. TM: No, when I’m having sex with your mom and need to pretend of some one else to get me off. JH: …I hate you. [align=center]The old, rusted riffs of AC/DC classic 'Shot Down In Flames' drag over the PA as the crowd cheers in anticipation of the pretty new face of Kendra Norton. After the momentum of the siong begins to pick up & the chorus begins, the crowd cheers loudly as Kendra makes her way to the stage. Out on the town, looking for a woman Gonna give me good love Kendra smiles & proceeds to make her way down the entryway. She'll hit a high five or two along her way. She reaches the ring steps & begins to walk up them. I said 'Baby, what's the going price?" She told me to go to hell! Kendra makes her way into the center of the ring, placing her hands on her hips & smiling satisfactorily. Shot Down In Flames, Shot Down In Flames, Ain't it a shame, to be Shot Down In Flames? Kendra raises her fist to the crowd, getting a nice pop. The song begins to fade out as she makes her way to a neutral corner. She takes off her leather vest & places it across the turnbuckle. She then grabs the rope & stretches back & forth, bouncing off of it, preparing for her match.[/align] JH: And here is the girl who Graver made his victim in that horrible act. TM: Oh yeah I’m really getting teary eyed over it. JH: Wow, I didn’t know you were like that Tho- TM: Yeah I’m getting teary eyed as Kendra’s are so small compared to most of the rest of the roster. Including Kendra’s partner for this match tonight. JH: *Sighs* Yes I suppose she isn’t the curviest girl on the ro- TM: I mean just look to them compared to April’s, look how much April’s…mmmmhmmmm…bounce… JH: Okay, let’s go down to the ring announcer, shall we? TM: Mmmmhmmm…bouncey bounce… MA: Weighing in at a combined weight of 440 pounds…THEY! ARE! OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNIIIIKAAAAAAAGE AAAAAAANNNNNNND GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAVVVVVVERRRRRR!!! THE RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEJEEEEEEECTSSSSS!!! TM: Woo! MA: And weighing in at a combined weight of 270 pounds…THEY! ARE! AAAAAAAAAAPRRRRRRRILLLLLLL LLLLLYYYYNNNNNNNNNN AAAAAAAANNNNNND KEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNDRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA NNNNNNNOOOOORRRRRRTOOOOONNNNNN!!! JH: And I hope Kendra finishes the job she started last week with Graver’s hand. TM: It’s times like that I do wonder if she’s playing for the other team. JH: What?! That was completely justified! Graver grabbed her the week before in a quite impolite way! TM: Hey I grab your mother like that all the time and she doesn’t go breaking my fingers. The Rejects decide to let Graver go in first for them and April walks up to him revealing she’ll be starting the match. As soon as the bell rings Graver pulls back his fist and throws a punch only to have April side kick his hand right in mid-air. Sadly for Graver that is his injured hand which with the kick proceeds to make Graver curse up a storm that would make the FFC blush. The littler man of the Rejects runs around the ring in circles clutching his hand and screaming curses at the top of his lunges. Finally he stops in front of his corner and tags out with his good hand to Onikage. TM: Oh no! I think Graver just had his hand injured even worse! JH: Oh yes…that’s…horrible. Though if things weren’t already stacked against April starting the match against Graver now she has a even bigger man in front of her. TM: Yeah at least with Graver their size difference wasn’t too big, Onikage makes April look like a dwarf. I just hope he that he doesn’t mess up her looks too much. April delivers a punch that goes Onikage to lose his balance slightly but doesn’t seem to have much effect. After seeing it’s ineffective April opts to slap the taste right out of Onikage as spit flies out to ringside out of his mouth from it. Miss Lynn tries to do a second slap but in mid-slap Onikage grabs her arm and whips her with force into the ropes. Onikage lifts up his arm to go for a Close line however April wraps her arms around his arm and spins her entire body in mid-air behind Onikage and wraps her legs around his other arm. Using the momentum April pulls back and flips Onikage back dropping him right on his head connecting with a Crucifix Bomb! JH: Quite the reversals with the Crucifix bomb delivered by April Lynn! TM: You fool that was a modified Crucifix pin. JH: Actually if you knew any thing of the pin fall’s origin you’d know originally it was used as a cruiserweight’s version of a Power Bomb, the move just seen delivered. It wasn’t until the early 90s in Mexico when a luchadore would discover the Crucifix pin version of that certain move. TM: I hate it when you go all Textbook of Wrestling History on me. JH: Well maybe if you did some research… TM: Pffft to hell with this thing you call “research”. With Onikage out of it on the canvas April drops down beside his head and wraps her arms around his head in a Side Headlock. The referee drops down to one knee on the other side of Onikage checking on the hold to make sure it isn’t a choke. Once that is cleared the referee turns it’s attention to Onikage and asks him if he wants to submit. Onikage tells the referee no to the best of his ability while in the submission hold. April rears back on the hold causing Onikage to stretch his neck even further back. TM: Oh man that’s great… JH: I’m glad you have learned to appreciate even the simplest of submission holds Thomas. TM: Huh? No, I was talking about due to how she has the submission she’s pushing up and pressing together her boobies. JH: Should’ve known you couldn’t think with your larger head for once. TM: Hey, what do I care about this puny submission? JH: You should care if you want the Rejects to win, after all this submission weakens the head and the neck. Two things that could help set up for say maybe April’s finishers? TM: Ooooooh…Hey your right, it does do that. Heh. Graver pounds against the turn buckle trying to summon some life back into his partner. However with each passing moment Onikage’s body seems to lose more and more, and falls limper and limper. The referee checks Onikage’s hand but it remains up off the canvas on the first try. April tries to rear even further back and add pressure to the hold, any thing to wear down Onikage. Slowly Onikage wraps his arms around April’s waist and shows the referee he isn’t doing any thing illegal. Suddenly Onikage using his strength advantage rolls over and pushes April right over with him onto their backs and presses his shoulders up off the canvas as he stands in a bridging pin style. [align=center]1! Tw-No![/align] April just barely manages to let go of Onikage and kick out from the rather odd reversal pin attempt Onikage applied. Graver claps happily to Onikage’s tactic while his partner stumbles up to his feet. Just as April gets to her feet Onikage charges and connects with a Running Pump Kick nearly taking Miss Lynn’s head off. TM: Hey… JH: What? TM: Wasn’t that that move that guy on Slam used. JH: What guy from Slam? TM: You know…Umm…Hardcore Cat? JH: Do you mean Xtreme Kitten? TM: Yeah! Him! Wasn’t that a move he used? Called the Kitten Ki- JH: It was actually the Cat Kick and yeah that was it. Onikage quickly rolls over onto the cover and hooks April’s nearest leg for the pin fall. [align=center]1! 2! Th-No! Broken up![/align] Kendra stomps Onikage one more time for good measure as the referee tells her to leave the ring right away. Slowly she lifts up her hands and backs away exiting back out onto the apron. Onikage sits up right away and doesn’t look too happy feeling he had it won with the kick. April is already starting to try to create distance between Onikage to recover from the kick. That is put to an end by Onikage grabbing April’s leg and pulling her back towards him and the Rejects’ corner. Graver slaps Onikage on the back and hops right over the top rope. JH: Oh well of course now that April is hurt and down at the moment Graver decides he wants to get in the ring. TM: Why not? It’s a good tactic, tagging in and out at a decent pace and cutting off your opponent from their team mate. You’re just mad this is happening to April and not Graver or Onikage. JH: Says the guy who can’t even remember a record breaking three time tag champ’s name or the origins of the Crucifix pin. TM: Okay one, I don’t watch garbage that makes TNA & WWE look good like Slam. And two, I don’t know every little bit of random facts of the wrestling world. Before the referee can get Onikage out of the ring he runs to the ropes behind April as Graver runs into the ropes in front of her. As April gets up to one knee the duo rush her from both sides and deliver a picture perfect Shiny, Happy People a.k.a. Shining Meat Hook and Shining Stomp at the same time! The fans grumble in disgruntle thinking that was pretty cool but not wanting to cheer for guys like Graver and Onikage. JH: DAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRROOOOOOOUUUUUUSSSSSS~!!! TM: HOLY SUCKS~!!!! JH: I think they just crushed poor April Lynn! That was a divesting double team move! TM: I’m sure April isn’t one of those Shiny, Happy People the name of that double team talks about now. JH: I’d think not. Graver casually and with a smirk rolls April’s limp body over. He then proceeds to do a rather odd pin fall by laying right on top of her. [align=center]1! 2! T-Kick out![/align] JH: Graver might’ve actually had it right there if he hadn’t been so arrogant and hooked one if not both her legs. TM: If he had done that it would’ve looked like one of those images from those freaky Chinese sex books. Besides Remy and Sean probably would’ve shitted their diapers. To the cheers of the fans Graver looks up annoyed at the referee and slaps his hands trying to the ref it was three. The referee slaps its hands and holds up two fingers and Graver pounds his fists against the canvas looking like he’s getting ready to throw a fit. Casually Graver slips his hand onto April’s chest and looks like he’s going to go for another grope. This causes Kendra to come storming into the ring and ready to take Graver’s head off. This was what Graver was waiting on as the referee turns its back on him to deal with Kendra, instantly Graver’s hand wraps around April’s neck and he begins to illegally choke the life out of her! TM: Ha! He used Kendra’s own temper against her tag partner! JH: While I must applaud how intelligent it is for Graver to use Kendra’s personality traits against her this is terrible! Illegally choking some one is bad. But illegally choking a woman?! That’s even worse! TM: As hot as April is I gotta say she knew what was getting herself involved with when she decided to be a wrestler. JH: Yes, to wrestle guys, not to have guys do illegal things to her. TM: Oooo, that sounds so kinky. JH: Ugh. Kendra tries to point out what Graver is doing to the referee but the ref certainly isn’t listening as it demands she gets out of the ring. Furious with the situation Kendra obeys the referee and exits the ring. Just as the referee turns around Graver releases the choke and begins to chop April’s chest as if he was doing this all along. The referee turns back around to Kendra and points at Graver chopping saying that is legal but not a second after the referee turns back around to Kendra Graver returns to choking April! Finally getting tired of this Kendra forces the referee around in time to this time catch Graver choking April, Graver grins innocently at the referee as he continues to choke April. JH: Ah-ha! Graver was caught red handed! TM: Darn it! Stupid taddle tell Kendra Norton. JH: Oh c’mon, she was doing the right thing in doing that. TM: Sorry but I already c’mon your mama. ZING! JH: Your charm is death defying.[/sarcasm] TM: I know, eh? The referee runs over to the two and right away begins a count for the choke hold. At two the referee shouts for Graver to release the choke to which he replies “Hey ref! I got till five!” to a few laughs from the fans but mostly boos. Once the referee reaches four Graver releases the hold quickly and lifts up his hands innocently like he wasn’t just choking April. Graver tries to kip up to his feet but ends up falling right on his ass to laughs from a few fans and Kendra. He simply shakes it off and grabs April by her golden locks to her feet. JH: Well at least Graver will never be Rock’s stunt double. TM: Hey I thought that was a good try at a kip up. JH: Right, and Fat Joe’s attempt at the Worm was “good” too. TM: You gotta admit though, Graver has been impressive in this match. JH: If by impressive you mean doing any thing remotely quasi-illegal then why yes, yes Graver has been quite impressive. Graver lifts April up into the air in front of him and charges into the nearest turn buckle. He sets her up on the top of it and moves her around to the front and slowly climbs up. On the second rope Graver delivers a punch and continues with the punches. A few fans counting along as he hits the second, and then the third and then the fourth, and then the fifth, all the way up to ten punches. Graver climbs up to the top rope standing straight up so he is towering over April, he grins and grinds his hips a bit so his groin region his in front of April’s face with his hands against the back of his head. JH: This is just disrespectful and not to mention disgusting. TM: It’s great, Graver is such the ladies’ man. I mean it’s obvious he’s giving April what she wants. JH: Uh, no, I don’t think Graver suggestively grinding his groin region near her face is any where near what April wants. TM: Oh don’t try to deny it for her Jonathon, it’s obvious since the start of this match she has had the hots for Graver. Yup, it’s a curse for men like Graver and myself. Women just flocking to us like birds. JH: Your relatives don’t count Thomas. He sets up his footing getting ready to perform the Super Hurricanrana, however just as he looks ready to leap April punches him some what below the belt. Graver screams out a high note that would put most boy bands’ to shame as Onikage winces at their corner. TM: Hey now, that’s not cool. JH: What? All April did was punch Graver. TM: That wasn’t just a simple punch, she just punched him in an area that no man should be punched. JH: Hmmm I don’t see when she did that. TM: Oh right, when Graver does some thing illegal it’s horrible but when April does some thing illegal it’s okay. April to the cheers of the fans pushes Graver right off the turnbuckle and he stumbles but stays on his feet. Slowly she climbs up to her feet on top of the turn buckle and looks around at the fans that are starting to go crazy. She balls her fists up over her head and leans back slightly and then springs off the turn buckle. The fans explode with cheers as April connects with a spotless April Showers! April crawls towards Kendra who is more than willing to take the tag as Onikage shouts to Graver to try and stop her. JH: Tag! Tag! Tag her in April! Tag her in! TM: Stop her! Stop her Graver! We don’t want the she-male in the ring! She’ll do worse than what she did to you last week! Graver slowly staggers up to his feet just in time to see April leap the rest of the way to her corner and… TM: NO!!! JH: YES!!! KENDRA’S IN! KENDRA’S IN! TM: RUN GRAVER! RUN! RUN LIKE THE WIND AND NEVER LOOK BACK! JH: Think you could add more movie references in one comment? Damn, three movie references, really Thomas. Kendra storms into the ring like a bat out of hell and towards Graver with a fire in her eyes. Graver walks backwards quickly into one of the neutral corners with his hands up in front of him, trying to reason with Kendra. The Reject member seems to have her attention and he smiles weakly pulling out of his pocket a pair of glasses with no lenses. He chuckles nervously and asks Kendra if she’ll hit a guy with glasses on. Slowly Kendra backs away and shrugs seeming to see Graver’s point until she slaps Graver silly and the glasses go flying off of him. TM: Kendra is so unreasonable, hitting a man with glasses on. She should be ashamed of herself after that. JH: Graver doesn’t even wear glasses and furthermore there weren’t even any lenses in those glasses! TM: Maybe he wears contacts most of the time, you don’t know, he could Jonathon. JH: And the no lenses thing? TM: Uhh…I’m sure he just had taken them to the glasses’ store and was getting them repaired. As I’d imagine a guy like Graver would break his lenses a lot. JH: You’re a piece of work, you know that? She unloads with several more in a flurry of slaps on Graver. Who at the moment resembles more of a pin ball with as much bouncing about he is doing from the slaps in the corner. Kendra tosses Graver’s arm over her head and wraps her arm around the back of his neck and with the other grabs a handful of jeans. Kendra Snap Suplexes Graver nearly right out of his boots and out of the corner. She floats over and locks in a Sleeper Headlock on him; she then shifts his head under her arm in a Dragon Sleeper fashion. JH: It looks like Kendra is contorting this Sleeper Headlock into some thing completely different. TM: Some thing tells me this isn’t going to be good for Graver. JH: Yes, I would generally say any submission hold she locks into Graver isn’t good for him. TM: Hey I was just saying, no need to get angry. Mean while she locks her free hand with his nearest hand and twists it while with her legs she pushes one of his legs up before she locks in a leg scissors. Forcing the one leg right against his mid-section as it’s stuck in the leg scissors. The fans applaud the very odd triple style submission she has on Graver. Kendra wrenches back on the head and twists the arm even further causing Graver to scream out muffle screams. The referee is so busy checking every thing he nearly doesn’t see Graver’s free leg manages to crawl just barely under the bottom rope. TM: Yes! Graver survives, Graver is an iron man I dare say after managing not to tap out to that hold. A lesser man would’ve, a lesser man like you Jonathon. JH: Whatever, it’s a shame Kendra after displaying this impressive display of her technical skills needs to stop so soon. TM: It’s okay Jonathon, it’s okay, we all know you have the pain tolerance of a toddler. We, real men like Graver and me, have higher pain tolerance than you. JH: Higher pain tolerance my foot *Flicks TM’s ear* TM: Ow! Oh my god! That hurt! I think I’m going to die! I’m suing you Jonathon if it’s any thing serious! Ow! This really friggin’ stings man! The referee forces Kendra to release her modified multi submission hold, which she does without any lip. However quickly she rolls over on top of Graver and hooks both legs for the cover. [align=center]1! 2! Thr-No! Kick out![/align] Graver scrambles out from under Kendra and right away goes for his corner and Onikage who is awaiting entrance back into the match. Kendra isn’t going to let that happen too easily though and walks over to Graver and grabs his leg. Slowly Graver gets up to his foot and hops about as Kendra holds his leg. She shakes her finger and smirks as she spins him around however as he spins back around he connects with a slightly sloppy Dragon Whip Kick! JH: I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen Graver pull that one out. TM: Probably the only time ever too. JH: Despite being not that best one I’ve ever seen I got to say I’m some what impressed. Kendra falls down to the canvas out of it as Graver returns to scrambling over to his corner. To a chorus of boos from the fans Graver slaps Onikage’s hand and rolls out of the ring out onto the apron. Onikage walks into the ring but stays silently in the corner watching Kendra closely. It seems Kendra isn’t aware Onikage is now in the ring as she in a dazed state stumbles up to her feet with her back to him. Slowly she turns around right into a face full of boot from a Yakuza Kick from Onikage! TM: Sick Yakuza Kick! JH: The old wait and strike paid off for Onikage this time. TM: It bugs you he has the advantage, doesn’t it? JH: Yes, it does to be honest. Onikage casually picks up Kendra and helps her up to her feet, and then wraps his arm around the back of her neck. He then reaches down with his other arm to hook her leg looking to go for his Fisherman DDT. However Kendra springs to life and pushes Onikage’s arm off of her head and wraps her arms right around his waist. To the cheers and amazement of the fans Kendra Norton lifts all 250 pounds of Onikage right over her head and delivers a Belly to Belly Suplex! JH: Belly to Belly! Belly to Belly! Belly to Belly! TM: That proves she is a butch lesbian. JH: Belly to Be-What? … TM: Television has taught me that all butch lesbians can do strength defying things and out do men. So obviously this proves Kendra is in fact a lesbian. JH: I think we are so going to get hate mail for you and a pipebomb. TM: Eh wouldn’t be the first time. JH: No, no it wouldn’t. Kendra with a bit of a struggle pulls Onikage up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Onikage runs back towards her Kendra bends over forward getting ready to hit a Backdrop. However he is just inches from going up over Kendra’s shoulders Onikage stops. Onikage kicks Kendra and pushes her right in between his legs and hooks her arms to the booing of the fans. The self proclaimed Mister Ordinary lifts Kendra Norton up into the air and holds her up there for a few moments before he drives her down head first with Flavor of the Month. Quickly he rolls her over and hooks both legs for the pin attempt. [align=center]1! 2! [/align] Graver rushes out of their corner and hops up on top of Onikage sitting proudly as the referee’s brings its hand down for the final time. [align=center] 3!!! [/align] The bell rings as Graver rolls off of Onikage and Onikage rolls off of Kendra to the boos of the fans. The referee lifts up both Onikage’s and Graver’s arms in victory as NiN begins to blast over the speakers. JH: Darn it! TM: Yay! MA: YOUR WINNERS BY PIN FALL…THHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEE RRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEJEEEEEEEEEECTSSSSSSS!!! We switch from the announce desk to the familiar setting of Madison's office... despite the fact that it changes every time we see it. We move around from week to week, y'know? Anyhow, into the office strolls Shake, drinking something from a McDonalds cup. Shake: Yo boo, what's crackalackin'? I ain't mean to get all up in yo bidness, but I gots ta have some words witchoo about my boy. Madison sighs at both the unpleasant interruption as well as the abomination on the English language. Madison: What? What is it that I can do for you to get you out of here… Madison trails off, eyeing the cup within Shake's grasp. Madison: Where did you get that? There is no McDonalds for miles. Shake grins widely. Shake: I got connections. Brotha can get a big mac here in ten minutes. He nods, proud of this fact. Unimpressed, Madison tries to resume her work. Madison: Doesn't that just make you a valuable addition to the roster? I knew there was a reason you were hired… oh wait. I didn't hire you. Madison focuses on her laptop and whatever precious information it's containing. She hopes against hope that just maybe Shake'll leave if he's ignored. ... nope. No such luck. Shake: Anyway, I ain't here to rap atcha about Mickey-D's. I'm here to talk about King. Madison shuts down whatever she's working on, an annoyed sigh sent out to let Shake now how much he's not wanted. It's either not noticed or ignored. Either way, he's staying and he wants to take about King. Madison: McDonalds, Burger King… what's it matter? It's all chemically induced meat for people like you that can't afford better. Shake: Aw, that's how it's gonna be then, huh? Y'all just gonna up and insult my upbringing, just 'cuz yo ass weren't raised in the streets? Just 'cuz yo momma and yo daddy gave you erry little thing you could ever want? Man, I'm surprised you can keep black folk on yo payroll. I don't know any self-respecting gangsta that'd take a paycheck from yo sorry white bitch-ass. Not fazed in the least by Shake's verbal lashing, Madison's gaze remains bored upon him. Madison: And obviously you don't know an English teacher that would take a paycheck from your sorry ass. Listen… oh wow. I totally don't even know your name. Anyways, I am not here to be insulted by people like you. And I am most certainly not here to have my time wasted by people like you. So why don't you do us all a favor and get to your point before I grow so bored I decide to find an actual use for you. Shake: FINE. My point is that you got a Slam! playa representin' TNT, and that's wak. You needs ta get my boy, King a chance to take that International Championship and then defend it against them Slam! bitches. 'Cuz you know what? That mask-wearing freak ain't nothin' but the runoff from Slam!'s trash heap, while you gots the greatest man in the biz, Bill Kuriyama, sittin' wastin' his time with bustas like Carl the Manservant. Madison takes a moment to decipher what exactly Shake just requested. Well, first she deciphers that it was a request. Then she has to decipher what the request was. When she does that, she still doesn't speak. Instead, she mulls over the idea a bit. Madison: You're suggesting that I book Bill Kuriyama vs. Onikage for the International Championship? First-time ever on TNT? A former Slam championship on the line? Shake: See, NOW you're listenin'. No longer unimpressed, Madison actually appears to be impressed with what Shake has presented to her. Madison: That sounds rather interesting… um… whoever you are. Go tell your King that it's signed. Next week he'll be challenging for the International Championship. Shake: Yeah, s'right. I'll catch you later. Peace, hoodrat. With that, shake exits the office, resuming his soda slurping. Madison: Yeah, whatever. Thanks, pimp. Madison resumes her work as we fade out. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Backstage we find TNT’s favorite duo in the form of Kennedy and Nadia Kassle. The pair is locked away in their locker room. Insanely expensive furnishing crowds the small room but neither girl is enjoying the comfort of said furniture. Instead, Nadia is preparing herself for her upcoming wrestling contest. She adjusts her elbow pad as Kennedy remains entirely uninterested. The Russian ceases her preparation, looking at her BFF. Kennedy feels the eyes on her, looking up. Kennedy: Yes? Nadia: Oh, nothing. Are you ready for tonight? Kennedy: I am so ready. Nadia: Good. Because I don’t trust that Natalya at all. Kennedy’s brow furrows in obvious confusion. Kennedy: Oh, wait. You’re asking if I’m ready for YOUR match tonight? Nadia gives Kennedy a look of amazement. Kennedy: Oh, no. I won’t be out there for your match, Nadia. Nadia: What are you talking about? Ragin’ is going to have his sorry excuse for a woman out there. Not too mention Kailey Lane out there “refereeing” the match. And I use quotations to denote sarcasm. There is no way Kailey is going to call that match in my favor. No way! Kennedy: Well, sorry Nadia. I have big plans for tonight’s main-event. Nadia: You’re going to interfere? Kennedy looks at Nadia, appalled at the assumption she just came to. Kennedy: Why would you think that? I have NO intentions of getting involved in that match tonight. I’m actually gonna get myself a chair, pull it up to the television set and get an up close view of Carlos Kane DESTROYING the Dual Crown Champion. Nadia: You’re rather confident in Carlos’ victory tonight. Kennedy: Of course I am. Carlos has been on a roll since returning from a career threatening injury. He destroyed Sean James at Relentless. And then he dominated his way into an Ultimate Endurance Championship victory. His only loss thus far has been— Dark clouds roll over the Russian’s eyes as they narrow down on Kennedy, her hands raising to her hips in that “don’t go there” kind of way. Nadia: Don’t say it. Don’t even think about saying it. Kennedy: Well, Nadia, it is factual. He only lost that match because… Nadia: Kennedy. Kennedy: …you got pinned by Kailey Lane. Nadia: She cheated, Kennedy! Geez! Do I have to point that out? I thought that was factual! Kennedy: She cheated by using a roll-up? Okay, Nadia. Kennedy makes that “I’ll play along” face. Nadia: Whatever, Kennedy. I don’t see you winning any matches lately. In fact, have you even HAD any matches since Relentless? I don’t think so. Kennedy: Uh, excuse me. I was the surprise Legend for Swytch last week. It’s not MY fault that Swytch is so in love with me he doesn’t want to wrestle me in a ring. Nadia: Oh, yes. I forgot about that. The love in his eyes when he ripped your head off with that lariat. Oh, and when he tried to give you the Mind Fuck. Wow. That’s TRUE love. A love I’ve never seen before. That is pure sarcasm coming out of Nadia’s mouth, people. Kennedy: Yes! Yes. The Mind Fuck, Nadia. Don’t you realize the sexual undertone in that? I mean, come on. Nadia just rolls her eyes at Kennedy’s logic. Nadia: Whatever. Have fun with your… viewings. I am going to do something I should’ve done a long time ago. I am going to prove myself as the dominant Russian on this show. Then, I am going to end Kailey Lane once and for all. When I am done with her, she will beg for mercy. With that, Nadia takes her leave. JH: Next up, we’ve got one half of the Merchants of Menace, Carl Lucas, taking on Bill Kuriyama. TM: Face versus face. Wake me up when it’s over. “Hey Now” hits the speakers and the crowd explode for their favourite silent giant. Strobes search the auditorium before returning to the entranceway to pick out his massive silhouette cast against the entrance. [align=center]I'm a menace to society baby The police wanna relocate me They running with gun up but they can't fade me They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy I ride one in the chamber, gun on cock '6-tre Chevrolet rollin without no top Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop California to Virginia Timmy making it hot[/align] He steps forward onto the walkway, his eyes focused completely on the ring as his partner Remy steps out from his impressive shadow. The two begin their trek toward the ring, Remy bopping to the beat and generally trying to have a good time, Carl remaining as stoic as ever. TM: Remy, urgh. Trying to score while Sean’s in the hospital, that’s just wrong. JH: The heart wants what it wants. TM: Ain’t the heart leading the way there, he’s obviously following his di -- JH: Hey! [align=center]Taking long rides in the G4 plane X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane Yeah! Got the world saying my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, c'mon! Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody[/align] As the chorus kicks in the two Cajuns reach the ring, Remy dropping down to the side and moving to a natural position as Carl steps in over the top rope. He walks across the ring, grabbing a hold of the top set of cables and tugging at them as if to test their integrity. Seemingly happy they can hold his weight, Carl turns back to the entranceway to await the start of his match. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 338lbs, CAAAAAARL, LUUUUUUUCAAAAAAS!!! TM: Booo! JH: Oh shut up. The house lights suddenly drop and we hear a sudden... [align=center]*BEEP* Windmill, Windmill for the land. Turn forever hand in hand. Take it all in on your stride. It is sticking, falling down. Love forever love is free. Let's turn forever you and me. Windmill, windmill for the land. Is everybody in?[/align] MA: And his opponent, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 259lbs, BIIIIIIIILL, KURIYAAAAAAAAMAAAAAA!!! TM: Boooo! JH: Would you shut up! TM: Never! A spotlight suddenly shines on the entrance as Fat Joe starts rapping about laughing gas and ass cracks revealing Bill Kuriyama and his crew, Shake, Matlock, and Lee. About at Fat Joe's first psychotic laugh, Bill motions that his crew bounce, and they do indeed head toward the ring under the spotlight. Shake and Matlock throw up signs and grin while Lee smiles polietely and waves at the fans. Bill steps between the ropes as his crew rallies to his corner, Bill throwing his arm up in the air Rock-style. Gorillaz' "Feel Good Inc." dies down and Bill leans against his corner, waiting. Logan Black calls both men into the centre and goes over the rules while their cohorts linger on the outside, watching each other closely. JH: Carl’s single career didn’t exactly get off to a good start. TM: Proctor made him his bitch. JH: Through less then legal methods. TM: Those are always the best kind. Logan calls for the bell and Bill begins to circle the big man, eyeing him for any visible weak points perhaps, but finding none. Carl holds his position, twisting only to watch the smaller man encircle him. Bill darts in suddenly and fires a quick kick to Carl’s knee, flinching the big fella before deftly avoiding a swinging arm meant to knock him down. Bill darts in again, this time from behind and lands a similar kick to the back to same joint and once again avoiding the slower attack of Mr. Lucas. Bill continues this, rushing in and out and firing quick yet strategically placed and painful shots into the legs of the colossal Cajun, and running back to safety before the big man can swipe him away. JH: Good strategy from Bill her, using his speed to get in, do the damage and get back out before the slower Carl can stop him. Carl’s legs begin to buckle and he drops lower and lower, down to a knee even and, more importantly, down to Bill’s level. The JapAfrican makes a run for the ropes and rebounds off, his form hurtling toward Carl’s and delivering a hard forearm shot across his face! The big man wobbles, but he doesn’t fall down. So Bill tries again, this time forgoing the bouncy rope part in favour of simply standing there and battering the Cajun with forearm after forearm after forearm. Carl looks dazed as he brings his arms up to try and block the shots. He does enough to back Bill up, but that only puts him position for a kick to the head -- No! Carl catches the foot, he throws it away and sends Bill spinning…only for him to spin 360 on him and crack a boot off Carl’s temple! He doesn’t stop at one either, the crowd count along as Bill delivers a… JH: SEX MACHINE GUUUUUUUUUUN!!!! TM: Bill with a Sex Machine Gun on Carl? Oh that’s a nasty mental image. The crowd count the kicks, 1...2...3...4...5 -- No! Carl raises one of his tree trunk like arms and swats away the incoming leg, knocking Bill back and forcing him to regain his footing. This momentary lapse in balance is all Carl needs to begin the long haul to verticality. He pushes off his knee, noticing the incoming Bill but also managing to fire a stiff palm into his chest to back that sucka up. Bill regains his balance quickly and retakes his charge…straight into a HUGE clothesline from the rising Cajun! JH: LARIOTOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!! Bill collapses back into the canvas from that colossal lariat and Carl regains his footing. He leans into the nearest corner and takes a minute to catch his breath, his chest pumping up and down as he sucks in that sweet 02. TM: Call this guy a wrestler? He’s out of breath already. JH: Are you nuts? Did you not see the pummelling he took there. Forearms and feet straight to the temple, guy needs a moment to regain his senses. Bill begins to stir, turning onto his front and pushing up to all fours as Carl steps forth and beckons him to rise. His attention is drawn to Remy at ringside, shouting at him to take it to Bill instead of waiting for Kuriyama to come to him. He takes the advice. JH: The inexperience of Carl, he’s wise to listen to Remy. TM: Yeah, if he wants to know how to steal someone else’s broad, yeah, he should listen. JH: Did you just say “broad”? Carl moves in on the rising Bill and reaches down to grab him by the head, only for Bill to twist himself around and sweep his legs into Carl’s in a bid to take the big guy down. It doesn’t quite work. Carl smirks off the attempt and reaches down to grab his prey, but Bill takes the opportunity to fire one of his feet right up into Carl’s face! The Cajun bolts up and staggers back, clutching his nose and checking for blood and giving Bill the chance to regain verticality. He rolls to his feet and wastes no time in lunging forth, jabbing the sole of his boot into Carl’s nose with a… JH: SUPERKIIIIIICKUUUUUGHHHHH!!! Carl falls back on the ropes behind him and they send him rebounding forward, back into the clutches of Bill as he comes spiralling off the opposite set of ropes with a Flying… JH: SPINNING WHEEL KICKUUUUGHHHH!!! Carl crashes into the canvas like a redwood and Bill lunges into the cover! [align=center]One! Two!! Kickout!!![/align] Bill is rolled across the ring by the force of Carl’s pushout, and the Cajun heaves himself into a seated position, checking his nose for blood. TM: Bill busted him open! JH: There’s definitely blood coming from that beaten nose, I wouldn’t say he’s busted open though. TM: Oh wouldn’t you now? Well I do, so there. JH: *sigh* Fine. Carl rolls round onto all fours and pulls himself up to a knee, putting him in a perfect position for a… JH: KURIYAMA KICKUUUUUGHHH -- NO! Bill steps off the knee and looks for the Wizard but gets caught up by Carl, who raises to his feet and slams Bill back into the mat with a sloppily modified Spinebuster of some description! The big guy takes a moment to wipe the blood from his ‘tache before reaching down and wrapping an almighty hand around Bill’s throat, and then dragging him up to his feet, no! Past his feet, straight up into the air with a hanging choke! JH: SILENCE. IS. GOLDEEEEEEEEEN!!! Carl holds him there with ease as the JapAfrican flails about, desperately trying to pry those thick fingers from his neck. Logan gets involved, though takes his sweet ass time about it, and orders Carl to relinquish his grip. TM: Hmm, should I complain about Carl’s illegal hold or celebrate the fact that he’s choking the life out of Bill? Hmmm. Screw it, choke the bastard, what do I care. JH: Way to be professional. Carl simply stares at Logan and so leaves the ref with only one choice… [align=center] One! Two! Three! Four![/align] That’s about as far as it gets as Bill’s flailing legs find Carl’s torso. He digs his toes into the big man’s chest over and over, before swinging his legs out and cracking a foot into Carl’s temple! JH: Look at that skill! The flexibility! He got that foot right up to the giant’s head! Carl stumbles backwards and releases his grip on Kuriyama, who also backs up as he grabs at his neck and sucks in the oxygen as if there were precious little left. Both men find themselves at opposite ends of the ring, both shaking the cobwebs away and refocusing on the other. Carl, snarls, which not only rhymes but looks rather menacing as he charges across the ring like some huge black rhino! He crashes into Bill -- NO! Bill grabs the top rope and drops down out of the way! TM: LOW BRIDGE!!! Carl topples over and out, crashing back first into the canvassed walkway! He arches his spine as he tends to the pain, and after a brief break from Bill the smaller competitor leaps over the top rope to join him. JH: On the outside, where Bill likes to take it. TM: Yeah, ‘cos he likes suplexing people onto a harder surface, how does that help him here? You really think he’s gonna be able to suplex that? JH: Well… Bill fires a few warning shots into Carl’s ribs as he circles the big fella, before moving up the walkway and preparing himself for another charge. Carl pushes himself up to his hands and knees, then to his knees, and here comes Bill looking for the Kuriyama -- NO! He trips! Or rather, Remy catches his foot on the way and stumbles him! TM: Cheat! JH: That wasn’t very fair, and Bill doesn’t look too happy. Kuriyama turns to Remy and the trash talking begins. Bill accuses him, Remy feigns innocence, throwing his arms up and laughing off the very idea that he would be dishonest. Bill sneers him away and turns back…to the fully risen Carl! Lucas throws an arm but Bill ducks and rolls, popping up behind him with a dropkick to his spine that sends him reeling up the walkway. He reaches back to rub the pain better and turns back to Bill, who runs in and hooks him up… TM: Oh what? He’s gonna suplex him? JH: He’s gonna bloody well try! Bill heaves, and heaves… JH: He’s got him off his feet! …and heaves until he’s take all 338lbs of solid muscle up into the air! He falls back, throwing Carl as best he can over and off the walkway as the flashbulbs go off al around the arena! JH: EXPLODAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH!!! TM: Meh, it was ok. Bit sloppy if you ask me. JH: He just threw nearly 340lbs off an elevated walkway! You expect textbook precision!? TM: Always. Both men are down on the outside, their respective allies looking on in awe, as is Logan. Bill starts to stir first, pushing a giant arm off him before using the walkway to pull himself to his feet. He takes a moment and glances back to the ring to see Logan beginning his count. One! Two! Three! JH: Now the daunting task of getting Carl back into the ring. TM: HA! Good luck with that. He threw that much weight once, but does he have the strength left to lift it again? Perhaps not, but that’s where a little help from your friends comes into it. Bill calls over his crew and all four of them begin to heave the big fella up to his feet. Remy scrambles over the walkway and tries to intervene, but Matlock breaks from the group to keep the Cajun back, blocking his path while Bill, Lee and Shake try to carry Carl toward the apron. TM: Is that legal? JH: I don’t think so, but Logan doesn’t seem to care. Four! Five! Six! Seven! Remy looks to the ref but gets no help there as Bill and Co. rest Carl’s limp frame on the apron, then with one final push the shove him up onto it and roll him into the ring. Bill takes a few extra seconds of the count to catch his breath before rolling in after him and making the pin. [align=center]One! Two! Three! No! Kickout![/align] TM: Bill got it! JH: No, Carl kicked out at the last moment! Bill rolls off, angered by Carl’s refusal to stay down and argues with Logan about his inability to count a three. He turns to the stirring giant and decides to help him to his feet, taking him by the head and guiding him up to the land of the vertical, before placing a few stiff boots into his gut. Carl doubles over and Bill scoots behind him, dragging his head back and locking it under his arm while under-hooking one of Carl’s. He heaves with all his might! JH: BKPLEX ZERO FIIIIIIIVE!!! TM: But he can’t get it up! Hehe. The sweat rolls down Bill’s brow as he tries in vain to lift the big man up and over, but Carl kicks his feet out and manages to land safely back on the canvas. He yanks his head loose, spins around and wraps his hands around Bill’s throat! JH: THE SILENT TREATMEEEEEEENT!!! With one quick motion, Carl lifts Bill into the air and slams him back first into the canvas with a devastating Choke Bomb! He covers. [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] JH: CARL WINS! “Hey Now” blasts through the speakers and Carl rolls onto his back, sucking in some precious oxygen as an overexcited Remy slides into the ring to congratulate him. JH: Well Bill didn’t make it easy for him, but Carl has picked up his first singles victory here tonight. Remy helps Carl to exit the ring as Kuriyama’s crew flood in to aid their fallen comrade, Xzibit spittin’ in the background as the crowd cheer on the victorious giant. We cut backstage to find Madison Lee in her office, as always. She's not playing Minesweeper, however. I guess she's got bigger things to do. She appears to be crunching some numbers on the laptop. Not some new number crunching game. She's doing business stuff, people. Ain't you ever heard of crunching some numbers? Anyways, her business is disrupted by a knock on the door. Madison: Come in. The door opens and in walks the one-night only referee Kailey Lane. Complete with her referee shirt on, Kailey looks none-too-pleased about probably a lot of things. Refereeing a match between two of her enemies, being called into Madison Lee's office, not having a chance to talk to Kennedy, heck she's still not too happy about being in the company at all! Madison, on the other hand, looks delighted to see her special guest referee. Her face lights up as she stands to greet her talent. Madison: Kailey. Thank you so much for coming. I really wanted to talk to you before this match. Kailey: I wanted to speak with you as well. I don't see how I will be able to referee this match. Madison's face is a picture of pure shock. So what if it's all fabricated. It's still shock from the GM. Madison: Why, Miss Lane, I never expected you of all people to be scared of-- Kailey: Whoa! I didn't say that! I am obviously not afraid to ref this match *tugs on her referee shirt*. Those two do not frighten me. No, what worries me is their attitudes. Madison casts a questioning look to Kailey as if she is actually listening to what the woman is saying. Kailey seems to believe that, too, so she continues. Kailey: I just know, as you should, that neither Nadia Kassle or Ragin' will recognize me as authority, no matter what I'm wearing. I can see it now, both of them arguing over the calls, accusing me of unfair practices, nag, nag, whine, whine. "You counted too fast!" "You counted too slowly!" And God help us all if Nadia breaks a nail. It won't be pretty. Madison just smiles smugly at Kailey's lines of protest. They were all expected, of course. Madison: Kailey. I assigned you to this match for a simple reason. Contrary to popular belief, I am not a manipulative woman. My reasons are all too practical. I needed someone who's going to be fair and impartial. And I know you will be, since you have nothing but contempt for both competitors. Kailey can't fault that logic so she doesn't argue. Madison: In fact, providing you do a good job out there tonight. I might be willing to review your contract. Kailey is careful not to show any emotion to Madison's comment. After all, popular belief tends to be right. Kailey: What do you mean "good job"? Madison: What I mean is, considering you've been a real champ about playing by the rules... let's call it the good behavior reward. If you remain fair and impartial... if you make the "correct decisions" out there... Madison pauses giving Kailey a knowing look. Madison: ...I may consider voiding your contract. Madison watches calmly as Kailey's expression darkens, her narrowing eyes turning gray as she realizes what Madison is attempting NOT to say. Kailey had been invited here to be offered her contract in exchange for helping Nadia. Madison: I can see we understand one another. Kailey remains silent, a stone-cold expression on Madison as she contemplates what's been put before her. Obtain her freedom through devious deeds? Kailey: I understand perfectly, Miss Lee. And you can keep my contract exactly where it is. Because I'm guessing after tonight's match, you aren't gonna be as pleased with me as you think. With that, Kailey makes her exit from the office. Madison stares after her, shaking her head with disappointment, anger, and more importantly, sympathy for the path Kailey continues to choose. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Nov 9 2005, 01:07 AM Post #3 |
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The FIW production team cuts to a camera backstage to what appears to be the Women’s general locker room. Though at the moment it seems only TNT Official Michaela Menendez was changing in the room. Perhaps for a few perverts out there Michaela is seemingly unaware of the camera as she changes. While most of the male population of FIW’s fan base is distracted by the referee silently behind her the locker room’s door opens slightly. The light unfortunately doesn’t reach the door way and so the figure remains hidden by the shadows. A few quick turns of its head reveals it seems to have come into this room unknowing what it was. Slowly it walks towards Michaela and extends its hand towards her. Just as the very tip of its fingers reach into the light the referee turns around. Her eyes widen and she screams causing the mystery being to stumble back. Michaela Menendez: Who the hell are you?! What do you want?! Get out of here or I’m going to kick your ass! The figure stumbles back towards the door and swings it open, quickly he rushes out and back into the hall ways of the backstage area. The camera cuts back into the arena leaving the blushing and semi-nude referee. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, the special guest referee for tonight’s match. From Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 137lbs… KAAAAILEEEEY LAAAANEE! "Defy You" begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, decked out in a cute little referee’s shirt. 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 and awaits the arrival of the competitors in the match she is to officiate. JH: We all saw our General Manager trying to influence Kailey earlier, but I don’t think we’ll see Kailey sell her soul in order to escape tonight. TM: Influence?! Madison is all about fairness, she just didn’t want Kailey’s own bias’ to ruin a great match up. You’re so cynical. MA: And now, residing in Hollywood, California, weighing in at 136lbs… she is NAAAAADIAAAA KAAAASSSLLEEE! 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. 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: Making his TNT debut, hailing from Bogorodskye, Russia, at 277lbs… and accompanied by Natalya Vladek… RAAAAAGIINN’! With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the TNTtron and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the stage and starting to move down the ramp. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the sides of the elevated ramp where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like the religious worshipper before their God. The words, ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say”, are the prompt for a flash of light and a series of explosions around the stage and TNTtron and two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down through the press of females on the elevated ramp, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step. As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring. JH: Listen to that reception! These fans are going to be cheering the referee tonight because they sure don’t have any love for the two Russians battling inside the ring. TM: How can they not cheer for Nadia? They must be intimidated by her beauty. Do you notice Nadia is alone out there? What did I tell you, Madison just wants a fair fight. JH: Madison doesn't want Dr. Schultz accusing her of playing favorites. And we all saw Kennedy's reasonings earlier. Tell me I'm not the only one noticing the animosity between those two. I knew two women like them wouldn't last long. TM: Now, now! They haven't called their partnership quits. They both just have differing concerns tonight. It happens to everyone! Stop trying to make something out of nothing. Nadia locks her eyes on Kailey as she moves between the Russians, trying to remain professional and give the two the standard referee spiel about keeping everything above board. Nadia says something inaudible which Kailey ignores, gesturing for the bell to be rung. Ragin’ and Nadia circle around the inside of the squared circle, with Ragin’ aiming a few taunting words at Nadia as he moves, trying to goad her into the first move. She remains mute, watching him carefully. Ragin’ appears not to be taking the almost 150lb lighter opponent seriously, briefly taking his eyes of the game and allowing Nadia that split second to strike. Ragin’ attempts to react to Nadia’s movement, his trap sprung, but Nadia has herself set a trap. Her feint works perfectly, changing the direction of her movement so she is able to land a small dropkick to the back of Ragin’s knee and topple his vertical base. TM: Hook, line and sinker! First blow to Nadia in this battle of wits. Ragin’s cheap tactics might have worked against those idiots on Slam but not here! JH: And it’s a wise tactic for Nadia to take Ragin’ from his feet and stop him from using his strength against her. Nadia moves behind Ragin’, who remains down on one knee after the other leg was taken out from under him. Nadia rebounds off the ropes and jumps forward, attempting to drive her knee into Ragin’s face but he manages to lean backwards and evade the move at the last second. Nadia lands on her feet and hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Ragin’ scrambles to his feet, but finds it hard to gain his balance before Nadia is barrelling back towards him, he attempts to lift her up and flip her over his shoulders but cannot quite get it right. Nadia pushes up off him with her legs, pushing him backwards and flipping over into a perfect landing herself. Still off balance Nadia’s improvised move causes Ragin’ to fall back over the top rope almost in slow motion, and landing very awkwardly on the top of his spine and shoulders. TM: Ragin’ is being schooled! JH: That was a particularly nasty landing, but this should shut his mouth when it comes to the quality of TNT talent. Nadia turns to Kailey and demands she start the count out, with Kailey taking the disrespectful attitude of the Russian on the chin and obliging. On the outside Ragin’ is picking himself up with a little help from Natalya who then climbs up onto the apron and starts yelling at the two women in the ring. Trying to hide any irritation Kailey walks over to the ropes and calmly deals with Ragin’s valet while the man himself rubs his aching shoulder and pulls himself up onto the apron by grabbing the top rope. Nadia glances over at Kailey and Natalya before walking over to deal with Ragin’ who stills looks worse for wear on the apron. As she approaches Ragin’ releases a fine powder into the eyes of the movie star before driving his elbow into Nadia’s beautiful face. JH: OH COME ON! Nadia may deserve a dirty trick like that for all she’s done in her career, but that was just low. Ragin’ needs to learn we have a little thing called class over on this show. TM: He should be disqualified! This is typical Kailey, she’s biased! Turning a blind eye to her ex’s cheating ways! Ragin’ has shrugged off any aches remarkably quick, speeding through the middle ropes and taking advantage of Nadia’s reduced visibility. A hard clothesline knocks Nadia down to the mat where Ragin’ refuses to let up stomping his boot down hard into her midsection repeatedly. Natalya drops down from the apron, her quibbles suddenly disappearing allowing Kailey to return her attention to the action. Seeing a fine mist still lingering in the air, and the sudden change in fortune Kailey moves between Ragin’ and the downed Nadia, her face looking serious and accusatory. The Master of the Rage gives Kailey the innocent puppy dog eyes along with the ‘Who? Me?’ shocked expression. Unable to prove anything Kailey decides upon a stern warning which the Russian waves away. Nadia has managed to climb to her feet, still rubbing the stinging from her eyes when Ragin’ notices, moving toward her to continue his advantage. Not expecting Nadia to be able to react quickly Ragin’ is surprised to find Nadia’s boot connecting with his chin in a heartbeat. TM: Das Boot! I hope that knocked Cheaty McCheat right out. JH: Nadia’s known to use that move when in trouble, and that might just buy her the time to recover from that ‘attack’ by Ragin’. Nadia has a few harsh words for Kailey and her refereeing ability, with the blonde responding with a little shake of the head. With Ragin’ having hit the mat like a sack of spuds Nadia follows up the shuffle side kick with a few vengeful kicks to the previously injured shoulders of the Master of the Rage. Nadia grabs the arm of Ragin’ and falls down into a simple armbar, looking to further strain and pull the shoulder. Ragin’ cries out in pain and Nadia releases it quickly, knowing she is the weaker in an endurance battle of strength. Ragin’ rolls onto his side, clutching his shoulder and trying to get back to his feet. Nadia waits patiently, showing a quick burst of speed as Ragin’ finally ascends to the upright position only to find Nadia flipping him back down with a picture perfect head scissors! Nadia keeps her momentum going, sprinting toward the ropes and looking to land her tradmark lionsault, Final Destination and test Kailey’s willingness to leave. Before she can perform the move though a subtle whack of Natalya on the outside finds her losing her balance and crashing to the mat. JH: And again Ragin’s manager saves his bacon. But Kailey sure saw that and she doesn’t look happy. TM: Damn right! Nadia was about to collect the win right there! You know it, I know it... everyone knows it! Kailey moves over to the ropes and has a word with Natalya who unconvincingly attempts to claim innocence. Kailey having dished out her final warning turns back to watch the two in-ring Russians picking themselves up. Nadia comes at Ragin’ with some hard chops to the chest, getting the appropriate response from the crowd. Ragin’ winces back slightly but the power isn’t really sufficient to render him unable to respond. He throws a heavy right fist at Nadia and darts behind her as she reels. He lifts her up into the air and slams the base of her back down hard onto his knee in a backbreaker suplex. Both competitors are down on the mat, with Ragin’ moving to make a cover after hitting only his first big move of the match. JH: This appears to be wishful thinking on Ragin’s behalf, he’s not even hooked the leg. TM: He just wants to get close and personal to Nadia, I can’t really blame him there. Kailey starts to count, barely reaching two before Nadia kicks out. Ragin’ slaps his hands together indicating that Kailey was counting too slowly but she shakes her head and holds up two fingers to indicate the count. Ragin’ turns away bitterly, grabbing the head of Nadia and pulling her to her feet. He lifts her up, looking to move her over to the corner but Nadia struggles free and slides down behind Ragin’. She pulls him backwards and flips over his body when it hits the mat into an improvised pinfall attempt. Kailey slides down and starts to make the count while Ragin’ struggles in surprise. Again, Kailey just about manages a two before he forces Nadia out of the pinning position and starts to get up. Nadia angrily turns to Kailey and shares her own views on the speed of Kailey’s counting. JH: Both competitors are claiming that Kailey is biased toward the other. They both want to get under her skin, but she’s having none of it. TM: You have to admit it was pretty slow. Madison might find that unfair. Ragin’ and Nadia both climb to their feet and pause to catch a breath. Ragin’ spins his arm out toward Nadia who somehow manages to grab it and spin it around into an armbar. Ragin’ uses his superior strength to pull his arm free and in one fluid motion he kicks Nadia’s legs out from under her, leaving her vulnerable on the mat. Nadia lands hard but is able to roll out of an incoming elbow from Ragin’ and she rolls right out of the ring, landing on her feet. Natalya moves behind Nadia looking to land a sneaky attack in but Nadia turns around quickly, catching Natalya in the act. Ragin’s manager raises her hands in the air innocently and tries to calm Nadia down but before anything can happen a baseball slide from Ragin’ knocks Nadia into the railings around that surround the ring area. Ragin’ moves to Kailey and whispers something in her ear, but Kailey remains focused reaching three on the regularly paced count out. Nadia shakes out the cobwebs from hitting the barrier and moves back toward the ring on the four count from Kailey. JH: Ragin’ is slowing the match down to his pace, not allowing the speed and technical ability of Nadia to give her the advantage. TM: I wonder what he said to Kailey then, probably offering some nookie in exchange for the win. Nadia gets up onto the apron and Ragin’ moves to meet her. She springs up onto the top rope and leaps forward looking for the hurracanrana but Ragin’ grabs her and holds her on his shoulders, moving his hands to her head and looking to land the Feature Remover. Realising what Ragin’ is attempting Nadia’s eyes widen in horror and she throws everything she can at him with her fists to stop him from performing the move. The force of her blows cause him to release his grip and she slides free. Nadia drops to her knees as Ragin’ fumbles to grab her again, folding him over in a fireman’s carry. This causes Natalya to climb up to the apron again in an attempt to distract Kailey or Nadia. JH: Every time Ragin’s in trouble Natalya comes to his rescue. TM: I’m just glad Ragin’ wasn’t able to hit the Feature Remover, he might have damaged Nadia’s perfect face. Kailey walks over to Natalya and points up the walkway, causing the Russian to shoot Kailey a confused look. Kailey signals again toward the walkway and entrance and the crowd pop as they realise before Natalya that the unusually attractive ref has had enough. Not one to refuse an advantage, Ragin’ quickly rakes the eyes of his opponent to stop her from following up on the fireman’s carry. He is unable to take advantage of this next bout of cheating though as he walks over to join Natalya in arguing the case with Kailey. Kailey refuses to listen to their pleas and once more gestures for Natalya to leave. She eventually turns and starts the long walk up the walkway to the exit, looking back to hurl abuse at Kailey every so often. With the fans jeers echoing all around as Ragin’ continues his plea while Kailey watches Natalya leave, ensuring she doesn’t try any tricks. The tables are suddenly turned as Ragin’s eyes almost pop out from his skull, Nadia the one taking advantage of the situation now and scoring a low blow. JH: An eye for an eye it seems. That’s two disqualifications for Ragin’ and one now for Nadia. What a pairing that is. TM: He deserves it! Nadia might need glasses all the damage he’s done to her eyes tonight. Nadia gives a mocking smile at Kailey as she turns around to see Ragin’ down clutching his manhood. A sly comment from the Russian causes a scowl from Kailey, and I’ll leave it to your imagination to decide what was said. Nadia moves to the legs of Ragin’, lifting them up and flipping him over as she applies a Texas Cloverleaf, lovingly known as the Kassle Gates. Before locking the move in fully Nadia manages to drag Ragin’ into the centre of the ring just a little more. He cries out in pain, stretching his hand toward the ropes in vain. Kailey reluctantly lowers herself to the mat to ask if the Master of the Rage is ready to give it up, to which he growls his defiance. Nadia strains slightly to hold the bigger man and this allows him to inch himself to the ropes. His hand wavers mere centimetres from safety but all he can do is grit his teeth and Nadia tries to apply more pressure. TM: I think I saw him tap, did you see that?! JH: He could be close to doing so unless he can grabs those ropes. Ragin’ musters up his reserve and lunges onto the ropes, wrapping his arm around it and trying to pull free of the hold. Nadia frustratedly refuses to let up, causing Kailey to hop up and administer a count. 1… 2… Kailey roughly separates the two Russians, forcing Nadia to break the hold rather than counting the three. Nadia sneers her contempt at the special guest referee while Ragin’ pulls himself up onto the ropes. Seeing her opponent disadvantaged Nadia walks forward and plants a huge slap across his face, an act of disrespect toward the former Slammer. With Ragin’ reeling and breathing hard Nadia again attempts a hard slap across the face but Ragin’s hand grabs her wrist and he whips her across the opposite side of the ring. Rebounding off the ropes Nadia heads back toward Ragin’ who swings a sluggish right fist, easily avoided by the Hollywood resident and she hits the ropes again looking to land some offence as Ragin’ slowly turns to meet her. Nadia is surprised though, his slow responses deceptive and he is able to catch her in a powerful sidewalk slam. JH: Ragin’ pulled that move out of the bag, he was looking in a lot of trouble there, but may have bought himself a little time. TM: Just delaying the inevitable. This ain’t nampy-pampy Slam ya know. Both are slow in getting up, Nadia from the impact she just took and Ragin’ still shaking off the throbbing in his legs. He reacts quicker this time, knocking Nadia back off her feet with a clothesline and then stumbling around her downed body. Looking for revenge Ragin’ rolls Nadia over and contorts her body, locking in the Will Breaker. Now it is Nadia’s turn to scream in agony as Ragin’ cranks the pressure up. Nadia’s hand wavers in the air, every second causing her immense pain and draining her stamina. Kailey again is forced to get close and personal to ask the question and in much the same way as Ragin’, Nadia spitefully yells her refusal to tap. It is fortunate that the move is so close to the ropes and Nadia is able to realise this through the pain, reaching out a leg and stretching it so that it lingers under the ropes. Kailey glances over and tells Ragin’ to break the hold but he too, knows the damage a few more seconds can bring, only letting up as Kailey’s mouth forms a three. JH: That was mighty close! Whatever we may say few people have escaped the Will Breaker once it’s locked in. TM: There’s not many commentaries where we agree, are there? I feel a bit weird. Not as weird as you, though… ah, there it is. Ragin’ gets to his feet and quickly pulls Nadia up with him. He lifts her up for a powerbomb, but Nadia has the presence of mind to adjust her body and instead is able to roll Ragin’ up into a small package! Despite the quick turn of events Kailey lowers herself to the mat, almost over exaggerating her attempt at a perfect count speed. [align=center]… 1… … 2… … 3!!! NOOO! Ragin’ kicked out at the last second![/align] This time Nadia does not have time to berate Kailey as the Master of the Rage is up quickly and angrily, he throws a barrage of quick punches toward Nadia who can only retreat toward the ropes. He charges forward, looking to knock her off her feet but Nadia ducks and spins around quickly, performing a neckbreaker which takes Ragin’ down. Nadia stumbles to the ropes and starts to ascend the turnbuckle, causing a small portion of loyal TNTers to cheer. Preparing herself on the top rope Nadia flies through the air, performing a moonsault off the top rope in hope of ending this match. TM: Alright! This one is over! JH: I wouldn’t be so sure of that... What Mr. Hitchen sees is Ragin’ scramble to his feet and catch Nadia in mid air. He tries to adjust her body so that he can land a powerbomb, but it’s more of a vicious hurling to the mat than anything. Nadia lands face first, so it’s still pretty nasty, trust me. Ragin’ drops into a pin, hooking the leg and applying as much weight as he can to keep Nadia’s shoulders pinned. Kailey slides fluidly to make the count. [align=center]… 1… … 2… … NADIA GETS THE SHOULDER UP![/align] Ragin’s hands go to his head, crying out in disbelief. He gets to his feet, pulling Nadia up roughly by the arm and then contorting it around into an armlock. When he feels he’s sufficiently done enough damage he hurls Nadia toward the ropes. He awaits her in the middle of the ring and she response by avoiding his grasp and NAILING THE RUSSIAN REVOLUTION! JH: What an aptly named move that will be if it allows Nadia to beat countryman Ragin’. TM: Come on Kailey, just make the damn count! Nadia quickly snaps at Kailey to do her job as she rolls onto Ragin’, pulling his legs down over as hard as she can. Despite her annoyance at Nadia’s attitude, Kailey knows she must make the fateful count but still refuses to make it any faster than normal. [align=center]… 1… … 2… … 3!!! IT’S OVER! NADIA WINS![/align] But before she can celebrate, Kailey glances over to see Nadia releasing the pants of the Master of the Rage. Had she used them to gain unfair leverage? It certainly seems that way. Kailey rises to her feet and shakes her head, motioning that the match is to continue. Nadia furiously confronts her rival, utterly outraged and claiming her innocence. TM: WHAT?! Nadia won! Kailey’s showing unfair favouritism! JH: I think you’ll find if you examine the video evidence that Kailey made the correct call. That’s what I call making the right decisions! With Nadia and Kailey almost coming to blows in the ring over what just transpired Ragin’ somehow manages to get up, looking worse for wear. He tries to catch Nadia off guard moving quickly forward, but he fails miserably and she lowers the top rope causing him to fly over it to the outside. Ragin’ tries to land on his feet and almost accomplishes it, taking a number of off balanced strides that end up with him almost barrelling over the barricade into the crowd. He does collide with one fan, arms jumbled up, using the poor fan to regain his breath and balance. Watching Ragin’ lingering and just about hugging one of the members of the audience, Kailey is forced to make a count, Nadia standing alongside her watching bemused. Ragin’ pats the pockets off the fan as he releases his grip, a token gesture of thanks for being something to lean on, and Ragin’ moves back toward the ring. JH: Well that’s one experience that fan won’t forget. TM: Bet he wished it was Nadia rather than Ragin’ though. Nadia allows Ragin’ back into the ring, and with all the unusual events Kailey walks to the ropes to ensure that the fan is okay, he seems to be and gives her a nod. With Ragin’ still breathing heavily Nadia advances straight into a SUCKER PUNCH FROM RAGIN’! Oddly, Nadia drops to the mat heavily, almost out cold from the punch. With Kailey’s attentions still slightly distracted we see a handful of coins slip from the fist of the Master of the Rage, and glancing over at Kailey he quickly kicks them from the ring and drops into a cover. JH: What the.. Ragin’ used coins in his fist! He must have pinched them from that fan! TM: You know.. that’s quite brilliant. I mean.. damn.. cheat! Kailey notices Nadia still on the mat, Ragin’ waving the referee over as he hooks the leg. She duly obliges and slides into the count. [align=center]… 1… … 2… … 3!!! RAGIN’ PULLED OUT THE WIN![/align] Climbing to his feet Ragin’ holds his hands aloft in victory while Kailey calls for the bell. Local H’s ‘That’s What They All Say’ hits and Ragin’ tries to make haste his escape before anyone points out his dirty tactics. He flashes Kailey a cocky smile and tosses something in her direction. Kailey pulls whatever it is from the air, looking down at a coin, a confused expression on her face. Nadia only just starts to stir as Ragin’ walks victoriously up the ramp. MA: You winner… by pinfall… RAAAAAGIN’! JH: I can’t believe it. All we can say is that Nadia came very close to shutting that arrogant bastard up tonight. I’m no fan of hers, and she may have got just what she deserves, but I’ll give her that. TM: Let’s just hope there’s no scratches on that million dollar face. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Somewhere backstage in a nondescript room stands the ever beautiful Katie Hudson. Behind her hangs a TNT backdrop and to her right stands the former Hardcore Icon. Katie: Folks, I’m standing here with Dante Coles. The camera moves over to Dante who’s standing there in a surprisingly calm manner. He’s not looking at Katie or at the camera, but down toward the floor. Katie: Now, Dante, you seem to have become quite popular among some of the talent lately. Dante eyes move from the floor up to Katie now, seems she’s gained his attention. Katie: Do you care to comment on verbal shots and meetings you’ve had with the new Ultimate Endurance Champion, Carlos Kane, lately? A slight grin tugs at the corner of Dante’s mouth and he nods his head. Dante: Carlos Kane, the Hype, the Franchise Playa, the nobody who thinks I’m insignificant but can’t keep his mind off me. It’s good to see he’s finally living up to his name. Katie: So I take it there’s still some sort of unresolved issues with you two. Dante: You better believe that, Katie, but right now Hype isn’t my concern. That small grin that rested on Dante’s lips fades away. His expression hardens and we can only guess he’s got something more pressing on his mind right now. Katie: You’ve recently had a run in with one of TNT’s newest acquisitions. A former Slam! talent and World Heavyweight Champion who’s come to TNT. Tell me, what exactly is going on with you and Ragin’? Dante: Ragin’, Mr. Da Vinci, Mr. Slam! himself here on TNT. For a minute there I thought there might be something big, but it turns out that he’s too focused on other things. Katie: What do you mean by that? That grin is back, but in a wry form. There’s a bit of a gleam in Dante’s eye as he seems to take pleasure in knowing what he’s about to say. Dante: Katie, Katie, Katie, if I were you, I’d steer clear of Ragin’. He’s got a thing for women whose names start with K. He’s been here five minutes and he’s already trying to stoke that fire between himself and Kailey. Katie: They did have quite a heated affair between them. Dante: I don’t really care what they had or what Ragin’ thinks he has with Kailey. He’s so focused on her and let’s not forget those mind games he claims to be playing with Kennedy. Frankly I think he’s wasting his time. How far you’ve fallen, Ragin’. You used to be somebody, an unstoppable force, and what do you do? You come over here and pick on a couple of women. Katie’s face scrunches disapprovingly. Katie: Are you downplaying the talent of the women on the TNT roster? Dante: Katie, that’s not what I said. Everybody knows the women on TNT are some of the best there are in the world. It’s not about their wrestling ability or in Kennedy’s case the ability to run and hide behind whatever boy toy she finds for the week. It’s about Ragin’ playing the same game over again. If he wants to prove he’s so superior to the “Trashdown” talent, as he calls us, then why not do something he’s never done before. Katie: And what exactly would that be? Dante: He hasn’t beaten me. Wouldn’t you think that’s a bit ironic, Katie? She shrugs, not exactly sure why that would be ironic. Dante: For somebody so clever and witty, Ragin’ doesn’t seem to be even trying. All I’ve heard is him talk about how anything that isn’t Slam! is somehow a backwoods, minor league, garbage federation. Well Ragin’, this boy from a backwoods, garbage federation beat your ass in the ring and I bet that just eats you up. Finally Katie knows where this is going. She’s a smart girl, she figured it out all on her own. Katie: You must be referring to the joint show put on by FIW and the company you were with at the time, NGIW. Dante: Hey, good for you Katie. You’re not as dumb as everybody makes you out to be. Katie gives Dante one of those “Gee, thanks” looks, but he’s not even paying attention to her anymore. Dante: I gotta admit, part of me was happy to see the Russian make his way to this side of the FIW. I’ve been itching to get another crack at him and prove that it wasn’t a fluke and now I’m gonna get that chance. That is, if Ragin’ isn’t too preoccupied with anybody else. Dante’s attention is focused solely on the camera now, his stare gravely serious as he looks into the camera. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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TM: It’s time for the main event, folks. JH: And if Hype is smart, I suggest he stay as far away from the ring as possible. TM: Cracka, please. You spittin’ that mad crazy junk, yo. Hype gon’ mess Swytch up like some wanksta who done stole sumptin’. JH: Oh bloody hell, don’t start that again. YOU ARE WHITE! TM: Don’t be hatin’ on my skin color. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title champion versus champion match and is scheduled for one fall. The crowd pops for the champion vs. champion announcement even if it is a non-title bout. [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 smackdown 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: You said it last week, Thomas. Longest. Entrance. Ever. TM: Shut your hole, English! Show some respect for the Champ! JH: What the hell? MA: Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan. He stands at 6 feet and 6 inches tall, weighing in at 235 pounds, and is the current Ultimate Endurance Champion. He is… CARLOS… “THE HYPE”… KAAAAAANNNE!! You better believe the crowd is booing the crap out of Hype right now and who could blame them. JH: The fans don’t seem to be respecting the Ultimate Endurance Champion. TM: They’re foreigners. They don’t realize that’s the God DC right there. JH: Yeah well, I’m sure they don’t…I’m sorry, the what? TM: God DC. That’s what it says in his bio, along with The Franchise Playa and FIW’s M.V.P. JH: He does realize he’s not the DC, right? And last I checked the books, he wasn’t even close. And technically, we’re the foreigners tonight. TM: Bah, it’s all semantics. [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..." 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 Swytch raises the SoH and GHC titles into the air, staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes and his 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 once again raising the titles into the air. 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] MA: Introducing next from Odessa, Texas. He stands in at 6 feet and 1 inch, weighs 225 pounds and is the current DUAL CROWN CHAMPION. He is… SWYYYYYYTCH!! The crowd roars for TNT’s top champion while he sits comfortably on his turnbuckle, eyes focused intently on the movement of Hype. JH: Swytch has watched Carlos Kane like a hawk since he reached the ring. TM: He should take a picture so Hype can sign it and make it worth millions. He’s the new face of TNT after all, ya herrd? JH: Uh, no. I haven’t “herrd”. Tony Clarke takes the title from Hype. Carlos has a few words for Swytch about his title, but Swytch doesn’t seem to be interested. TC walks to the opposite side of the ring where Swytch comes out of his corner. He takes the Dual Crown belts from Swytch and hands them over the ropes to Timmy the Timekeeper. TC calls for the bell to start the match. [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] JH: Here we go folks. The Ultimate Endurance Champion versus the Dual Crown Champion. TM: And lucky for Swytch his title conveniently isn’t on the line tonight. JH: That’s Madison Lee’s decision, not Swytch’s. I’m sure Swytch would defend his title every night if he could just to prove to everybody that he does deserve to be champion. TM: Then we’d have to hear him bitch and moan that he was cheated when he loses. Hype steps toward the center of the ring and motions for Swytch to come meet him there, but Swytch sticks to the outside of the ring. He circles around the ring near the ropes leaving Hype in the center with one pissed off look on his face. Swytch merely grins at the Franchise Playa drawing him to the outer ring. Swytch ducks out and heads into the center of the ring. Hype bounces off the ropes and LEVELS SWYTCH…NOO!! Swytch ducks a clothesline attempt. JH: Hype went for a clothesline, but Swytch managed to get under it. TM: He’s been runnin’ from the champ ever sine the bell rang, yo. Shit be whack. JH: Shut up, cornflake. Hype gets spun around and whipped across the ring. He rebounds off the far ropes and barrels through Swytch with a shoulder block. Swytch starts to get back up and Hype hits the opposite ropes. Swytch is back on his feet but he gets plowed through with another shoulder block from Hype. Swytch starts to roll out of the way, but Hype grabs him around the head and pulls him to his feet. TM: Big time shouldahs from The Franchise Playa. Mofo be takin’ ni**as down. JH: I’ll give you a dollar if you shut up. TM: Whitey, please. You betta come stronger than that. JH: I’ll tell my mom to return your phone calls. TM: Really? You would? JH: No, you retard, now shut up. Hype cracks an elbow off Swytch’s jaw then whips him across the ring. Swytch hits the far ropes just as Hype ducks down. He rebounds and gets back dropped, but lands on his feet. Swytch staggers but keeps his balance and swings around. Hype spins around and gets LEVELED with a clothesline. JH: Hype went for the back body drop but Swytch landed on his feet and managed to take him down with a clothesline. Swytch leaps over Hype and jumps onto the ropes. He springs off and twists in air then CRASHES down on Hype with a body press. JH: A springboard body splash and Swytch has the lateral press. TM: But Hype already kicked out of the pinning predicament. Hype starts to get to his feet, but only makes it as far as his knees before he gets HIS HEAD NEARLY KICKED OFF!! JH: WOW!! A STIFF roundhouse kick to Hype’s head! TM: Yo dawg, Swytch don’ stole that shit from da Hype! Hype wobbles in a daze on his knees. Swytch spins and runs toward the ropes. He bounces himself off them and comes running back at Hype NAILING HIM WITH A DROPKICK TO THE JAW!! Hype snaps backward smacking his head off the canvas. Swytch jumps onto Hype and goes for another early cover. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! TH—HYPE KICKS OUT!![/align] JH: A near fall for Swytch, but Hype kicked out at two. TM: Ni**a was never in danger, son. He jus’ toyin’ wit dis bitch. Swytch rolls under the bottom rope and gets to his feet on the apron. He grabs hold of the top rope and waits for Hype to find his feet. Carlos shakes his head clear and slowly starts to go vertical, turning toward the ropes just as Swytch springboards off the top rope BUT HYPE STEPS BACK AND CATCHES SWYTCH DRIVING HIM INTO THE MAT WITH A HUGE SPINEBUSTER!! TM: HUUUUUUUGE spinebuster from mah ni**a!! JH: Hype crushed Swytch with that slam, but those kicks from earlier have really rocked Hype. Both men are down and on their back right now. Hype is the first to move, getting his knees under himself before using the ropes to help with his balance. Just as he gets his bearings, Swytch is finding his feet with the help of the ropes as well. Hype jumps in but gets fended off with a high kick from Swytch. The two start to dance around the ring with their fists in a high guard. Hype fires back, snapping a quick jab out there, but Swytch easily moves out of the way. JH: This started out as a wrestling match, but I think it’s taking on a bit of a different feel. TM: Dis be the Hype’s element, yo. Dis shit right herr be dat MMA stuff. JH: It looks like a fight to me. TM: Dat what I said, kid. Swytch jumps in and smacks Hype right in the ear, but it doesn’t seem to be that deadly of a shot. Hype swings right back with a glancing a shot off Swytch’s jaw only to catch a kick right to the shin. Hype backs off and the two start to move around the ring again. JH: The pace has really slowed down now, almost a dead stop. TM: Swytch smartened up, yo. He be reco’nizin’ he can’t handle da Hype. This time Hype puts his hand out calling for a tie-up. Reluctantly Swytch reaches his own hand out and locks fingers with Hype, but Carlos snatches his hand away and pulls Swytch into a standing armbar. Hype squats his weight down nearly dragging Swytch to the mat. Hype stands upright again with the armbar still locked in, but Swytch is now trying to reach around Hype to get in a waist lock with his free arm. Swytch gives up on the waist lock instead using his leg to sweep Hype down. JH: Swytch took Hype down… TM: But Hype still has the armbar. JH: Not anymore, he was forced to give it up and Swytch is in a mount, this could be dangerous for Hype! Swytch rears back with his arm but Hype is guarding with his arms. He waits and waits then finally picks his spot and fires a stiff right hand into Hype’s jaw. Hype comes back smacking a shot off Swytch’s face, but Swytch already has his arm loaded up and sends another punch into Hype’s jaw. Both men start trading blow for blow until Swytch is rocked by a HARD punch square in the nose. TM: Swytch is hurt! JH: And Hype reversed the mount! Hype pushes Swytch’s head down with both hands causing him to miss wildly with his punches. He pulls Swytch’s head up THEN SMACKS HIS OWN HEAD OFF SWYTCH’S! TM: HEADBUTT!! Hype doesn’t stop with just one CRACKING HIS HEAD AGAIN AND AGAIN OFF SWYTCH’S HEAD!! TM: Wait a minute, this isn’t a good idea. He’s already screwed up enough in the head, the last thing Swytch needs is more brain damage. Swytch jams his forearm into Hype’s throat THEN SMACKS HIS ELBOW OFF HYPE’S SKULL!! HYPE COMES BACK WITH AN ELBOW OF HIS OWN!! AND ANOTHER!! ANOTHER!! ANOTHER!! ANOTHER!! TM: HOLY STIFF ELBOWS TO THE HEAD!! JH: Folks this stopped being a match five minutes ago and turned into a damn fight. These two are seriously trying to hurt each other right now! Hype pulls back on the elbows and Swytch tries to flip the mount over, but Hype keeps his weight pressed down. Swytch manages to somehow fold his own bad in half and bring his legs up and get them wrapped around Hype’s arm. TM: How the hell does he bend like that?! JH: I don’t know, but he’s got Hype’s arm trapped! Tony Clarke checks Swytch’s shoulders for a pin but they’re off the mat. Hype gets his feet under himself and starts to rise up, bringing Swytch with him dangling from his arm THEN SLAMS SWYTCH DOWN ONTO THE MAT! He breaks the arm lock and grabs Swytch’s leg then rolls him over into a single leg crab!! TM: He’s got Swytch’s bad leg! He’s gonna make Swytch tap out right here! Hype sits his ass right down in the small of Swytch’s back and rips back on Swytch’s leg bringing his foot nearly back to his own head! JH: Oh wow! Hype’s really cranking back on that leg and if you remember what it looked like after that last match with Chris Maclay, this cannot feel good. I’m sure it isn’t fully healed yet. TM: Of course it isn’t. You can see the heavy bandaging wrapped around Swytch’s ankle and calf and if I’m not mistaken it looks like any cuts he had on that leg might be opening up. Those bandages are starting to bleed through! Hype gets off Swytch’s back and brings his knee down right into the back of Swytch’s neck, ripping the leg back with him. JH: OH MY GOD!! Carlos nearly has Swytch folded in half backwards! Hype keeps pulling back on the leg but makes the mistake of over extended and allowing Swytch to get the rest of his lower body to move back. He rolls on his shoulder onto his back but puts himself into a mount under Hype. Swytch quickly digs his heel into Hype’s ribs, peppering him with heel kicks that probably aren’t doing much damage. Hype pulls back and grabs Swytch’s leg again, this time going for a simple but effective leg lock. TM: And it’s right back to work on that leg for Hype. JH: He knows Swytch is hurt. He took advantage of that last week and he’s doing the same tonight. Swytch sits up as much as he can, twisting his body awkwardly and CHOPPING HYPE ACROSS THE THROAT! He reaches back and JAMS HIS FIST INTO HYPE’S NECK AGAIN! Hype shakes the blows off AND SLAPS SWYTCH ACROSS THE FACE!! He lets the leg go and gets back to his feet quickly. He calls Swytch to his feet and gets just that THEN BLASTS AN ELBOW OFF SWYTCH’S JAW!! Hype fires another elbow, and another, AND ANOTHER, AND ANOTHER, AND ENDS WITH A ROUNDHOUSE TO SWYTCH’S RIBS!! TM: Hype just UNLOADED on Swytch! JH: AND SWYTCH IS BEGGING FOR MORE!! Hype answers the call, BLASTING ANOTHER KICK INTO SWYTCH’S CHEST, AND ANOTHER ONE SENDING SWYTCH DOWN TO HIS KNEES!! TM: HA!! You asked for it and you got it! Hype drags Swytch to his feet and backs him into the corner, SMACKING a chop off his chest. He whips Swytch HARD into the opposite corner then follows in after him. Hype CRUSHES SWYTCH…NOO!! Swytch ducks out of the corner and helps hits the turnbuckles hard. Swytch spins Hype around and SLAPS HIM ACROSS THE CHEST WITH A CHOP!! He leans Hype back AND CRACKS A KICK OFF HIS RIBS! AND A KICK INTO HIS CHEST! ONE OFF THE HEAD!! ANOTHER ONE TO THE RIBS! A KICK TO THE STOMACH! ANOTHER KICK TO THE HEAD!! JH: Swytch is making a comeback with some VICIOUS shots of his own! Those kicks are just ECHOING throughout the arena! Swytch leaps onto the middle rope and springs off THEN SMACKS HIS BOOT OFF THE BACK OF HYPE’S HEAD!! JH: SPRINGBOARD ENZIGUIRI!! Hype staggers out of the corner and Swytch goes running after him. He jumps into the air AND LEVELS HYPE WITH A SPINNING WHEEL KICK!! JH: HYPE IS DOWN!! Swytch is back in charge! TM: Nah, son. Hype just drawin’ him in, yo. He gon’ strike any minute, you see. Swytch crouches low, smacking his hands on the mat repeatedly. The crowd noise starts to elevate getting behind Swytch as he beats on the canvas. He stands and throws his arms up to the crowd getting a big pop from them. Hype slowly starts to get to his feet and Swytch goes for the ropes. He rebounds RIGHT INTO A BACK KICK FROM HYPE!! Carlos follows up with a STINGING slap right across Swytch’s face then bounces off the ropes himself AND CRUSHES SWYTCH WITH A LARIAT!! He pulls Swytch to his feet AND CRUSHES HIM A SECOND TIME WITH A LARIAT!! TM: LAAAAARRRRRIIIIIIAAAAAATTTTTTOOOOOOOOHHHH!! Hype grabs Swytch around the head and pulls him THEN DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO SWYTCH’S HEAD! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! FOUR HARD KNEE LIFTS TO SWYTCH’S HEAD!! He hooks Swytch around the head and snaps him over with a suplex! JH: Hype is just PUNISHING Swytch right now. TM: Dat’s right, son. Shit be on now. You messin’ wit da wrong mofo, ya herrd. Hype floats over into a cross armbreaker but Swytch flips his body over. Hype still has the arm and swivels around himself and repositions sitting almost on Swytch’s back and pulling the arm into an armbar. TM: Fujiwara armbar! JH: He’s got his knee in Swytch’s shoulder and he’s pulling back on the arm. TM: He might snap the damn thing off right here and beat Swytch with it. Hype moves Swytch’s arm down behind his leg and slaps on a crossface, cranking back on Swytch’s head. TM: HA! Now he’s got a crossface on! He’s gonna turn Swytch into a Stretch Armstrong before the night is over! Hype swivels around to the front side and quickly locks on a front face lock. Swytch gets his feet under himself and starts to stand up, forcing Hype to go with him. Hype lets the face lock go and SMACKS a chop off Swytch’s chest. He whips Swytch into the corner, but Swytch counters and sends Hype into the turnbuckles. He runs in and jumps CRUSHING HYPE WITH A CLOTHESLINE…NO!! Hype ducks out of the way AND SMACKS A ROUNDHOUSE KICK OFF SWYTCH’S HEAD!! JH: JESUS! They’re gonna kick each other’s heads off before the night is over, I’m sure of it. Hype pulls Swytch out of the corner and into a rear waist lock THEN HEAVES HIM OVER WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!! TM: GEEEEERRRRRMMMAAAAAANNN!! JH: He’s going for a cover! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! TH—NO!! Shoulder up by Swytch![/align] Hype gets to his feet and drags Swytch with him. He pulls Swytch into a full nelson then drops his weight down on Swytch’s back folding him over. JH: That’ll drive all the wind out of Swytch. TM: And keep it out. Now let’s hope he passes out soon. JH: No, let’s not. Swytch doesn’t just quit. He doesn’t give up and he sure as hell won’t die for Hype. Swytch pushes off the canvas with his legs and twists his body, breaking out of the full nelson. He swings his legs around and brings them up, holding onto Hype’s arm and scissoring his legs around Hype’s head and other arm!! JH: Swytch has some kind of weird crucifix submission on Hype! TM: ARGH!! Look at Hype’s arm! JH: That could easily pop the shoulder out of socket. Hype nearly falls forward and that causes Swytch’s legs to slip off Hype’s arm and head. He shakes his other arm loose and crouches away from Swytch, holding onto his shoulder. TM: He got out! Hype shook dat shit off like it won’t nothin’. Swytch gets to his feet and circles around Hype THEN SOCCER KICKS HIM SQUARE IN THE CHEST STANDING HYPE UPRIGHT!! Swytch SMACKS a chop off Hype’s chest and the crowd “WOOOOOOs” for it. He smacks ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER! Swytch jumps into the air AND CRACKS HIS FOOT OFF HYPE’S FACE!! JH: GAAAAAMMMMMEEEEENNNNGIIIIIRRRIIIII!! Hype crumbles to his knees from the kick. Swytch gets to his feet and runs to the ropes, rebounding off them then DRIVING his knee into Hype’s head!! He brings Hype to his feet and LIFTS HIS KNEE INTO HYPE’S SKULL!! AND HE DOES IT A SECOND TIME!! Hype is left standing on shaky legs as Swytch hits the ropes again. He bounces off and runs at Hype and jumps CRACKING HIS KNEE OFF HYPE’S FACE!! JH: Big jumping knee from Swytch and he’s taken Hype down again!! Hype staggers backwards into the ropes and hangs up on the top one. Swytch pulls Hype back to the middle and spins him around into an inverted front face lock. JH: Swytch could be going for the mind fuck here! But instead Swytch lifts Hype halfway into the air then spins around and pulls Hype down to the mat. JH: Not yet. One of Swytch’s twisting suplexes instead. Swytch gets back to his feet and pulls Hype vertical as well. He whips Hype across the ring, but Hype counters and whips Swytch only for Swytch to stop himself dead before hitting the ropes. He turns around and WHACKS Hype with a smack across the jaw AND HYPE COMES RIGHT BACK AT SWYTCH WITH ONE!! JH: Swytch just slapped the taste out of Hype’s mouth!! TM: And Hype returned the favor! JH: An elbow from Swytch! TM: And one from Hype! JH: ANOTHER FROM SWYTCH!! TM: AND ANOTHER FROM HYPE!! JH: THEY’RE GOING BLOW FOR BLOW AGAIN!! TM: TWO HARD ELBOWS FROM HYPE!! JH: GAAAMMMMEEEENNNGGGGIIIIIRRRRIIIII!! Another kick right in Hype’s face!! Swytch twists Hype’s arm around and jumps onto his back again with that crucifix, tearing away at Hype’s shoulder, but Hype forces Swytch’s shoulders onto the mat. JH: Swytch has that submission again! TM: But Hype has him pinned!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! Swytch pulls his shoulder up!![/align] JH: A near fall for Hype. The crowd suddenly erupts with boos as somebody walks out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. TM: Hey alright! Look who it is! JH: What the hell does she want?! She has no business out here. She’s not part of this match! Swytch breaks the hold and rolls backwards and up to his feet. Swytch takes one look toward the stage and sees Kennedy standing there giving him a little wave. Hype gets to his feet and shakes the tinglies out of his arm. Swytch snarls at Kennedy then goes running in at Hype, but Carlos steps aside and behind Swytch grabbing him around the waist. He lifts Swytch into the air AND DRIVES HIM BACK DRILLING HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!! TM: DAAAAAAANNNNGGEEERRRROOOOOUUUUUUSSS!! JH: ARGH!! Backdrop driver that just DROVE Swytch’s head into the mat!! Kennedy’s presence surely had something to do with that. TM: Swytch’s head getting driven into the mat? JH: Yes, damn it! She’s nothing but a distraction so Hype can get the cheap win! TM: Nonsense. Hype lets go of Swytch and his body falls limp to the canvas. Hype isn’t faring any better, sprawled out on his back looking up at the lights. TC looks down at both men then starts to count them down… 1 2 3 Swytch jerks but falls back to the mat. 4 5 6 Hype rolls onto his stomach. 7 8 9 He crawls and drapes an arm over Swytch and TC hits the mat in a heartbeat. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOO!! SWYTCH KICKS OUT!![/align] Kennedy looks elated with Hype’s win except that he didn’t win and Swytch kicked out so she really looks like she just sucked on a lemon. JH: Another close one for Swytch but he managed to just kick out. TM: Any closer and it’ll be too late. Swytch rolls out of the way into the ropes. He grabs hold of them, struggling to pull himself up. Hype is getting to his feet slowly as well, but a little quicker than Swytch. Finally Swytch is up and on his feet and running at Hype. He leaps onto Hypes back riding him down to the mat. He hooks his arm around Hype’s and his other around Hype’s neck into a dragon sleeper. JH: Swytch has a dragon sleeper!! He struggles to reposition himself on Hype’s back, but Carlos is fighting up to his feet. He gets vertical and muscles Swytch around across his shoulders THEN SNAPS HIM OFF WITH AN F-5!! TM: H-5!! H-5!! THE H-5!! Kennedy starts to nod approvingly of Hype’s effort as she stands on the stage. Both men are down again but before TC can get to his count, Hype jerks to a sitting position. He gets to his knees and looks over at Swytch and slowly starts to get to his feet. He drapes himself over Swytch and TC is down to count the fall again… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOOO!! FOOT ON THE ROPE!![/align] JH: Swytch got the foot on the rope!! He’s not done yet! Kennedy doesn’t believe it and neither does Hype. He gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up with him. He SLAMS an elbow off Swytch’s face that staggers him back. Hype hits the ropes and bounces himself off AND GETS CRACKED WITH A STRAIGHT KICK TO THE HEAD!! Hype stumbles backwards right into the ropes. Swytch turns and hits the ropes, he rebounds and runs back toward Hype and jumps up DRIVING HIS BOOT INTO HYPE’S FACE!! Hype stumbles forward and Swytch rises to his feet behind him. He springs off the middle rope and HITS A DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF HYPE’S HEAD!! Hype stumbles forward across the ring, bouncing chest first off the ropes and staggers back to the middle of the ring right into the waiting arms of Swytch who hooks him up THEN SPIKES HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!! JH: MIND FUCK!! MIIIIIIIIIIIND FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!! TM: NOOOO!! Kennedy stomps around on the stage in a fit as she watches the back of Hype’s skull get imprinted on the canvas. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! DING!! DING!! DING!![/align] JH: Swytch just assaulted Hype with kicks to the head and finished it off with that inverted evenflow DDT to get the pinfall. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall… SWYYYYYYTCH!! TM: What the hell is he doing? The match is over! Swytch is on the floor throwing Timmy the Timekeeper out of his seat. He grabs the steal chair and slaps it shut. Kennedy looks on in complete shock as Swytch is now back in the ring with the chair in hand. She snaps back to reality and makes a mad dash for the ring, getting just to the ropes BEFORE SWYTCH CRUSHES HER WITH THE CHAIR!!...except she jumped out of the way in time. She back pedals a few steps staying clear of Swytch and his chair while he snarls and growls at her. TM: Stay out of there, Kennedy, he’s lost his damn mind! JH: I thought he lost it a while ago. TM: He did. He’s completely insane. Psychotic bastard! Swytch keeps an eye on Kennedy to make sure she doesn’t try anything brave again then spins around AND SLAMS THE CHAIR DOWN ON HYPE’S FACE!! TM: AAARGGH!! SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE!! Swytch stands over Hype’s body and DRIVES THE CHAIR DOWN INTO HIS CHEST!! HE RAISES THE CHAIR AND DRIVES IT DOWN INTO HIS THROAT!! Swytch does it over and over again, connecting steel with flesh each time. He’s so engrossed with beating Hype into a bloody pulp that he never sees Kennedy slip into the ring. Kennedy runs up and jumps into the air SMACKING A KICK OFF SWYTCH’S FACE!!...NOOOO!! SWYTCH CAUGHT HER LEG!! He tosses the chair aside with his other arm and throws Kennedy’s leg around then grabs her into an inverted front face lock!! TM: NOOO!! DON’T DO IT SWYTCH!! I’M BEGGING YOU!! JH: DO IT!! DO IT, SWYTCH!! SHE DESERVES IT!! Swytch holds his other arm out to his side AND GETS LAMBASTED WITH THE CHAIR!! Kennedy slips out of Swytch’s grasp and crawls away to safety. She gets to her feet and sees a disgustingly bloodied and beaten Hype standing behind Swytch with a chair in his hands. Carlos raises the chair again AND WAFFLES SWYTCH OVER THE HEAD WITH IT!! The crowd boos like madness as Swytch crumples to the mat. Kennedy gets to her feet, a wide grin on her face as Hype looks down at Swytch, spitting a mixture of blood and saliva onto him. He raises the chair again AND SLAMS IT DOWN ON SWYTCH’S HEAD AGAIN!! TM: YES!! MAH NI**GGA!! Dat’s the Hype, right there!! Dat’s how we roll, bitch!! JH: UGH! And look at Kennedy. She’s loving every minute of this. What a disgusting display. Hype throws the chair down on Swytch and walks over toward Kennedy. She grabs his hand and raises it into the air, parading Hype around the ring like he won something. Hype goes to the ropes and holds them open letting Kennedy out then following after her. The two make their way up the walkway, the crowd booing the hell out of them the entire way. Cups and popcorn tubs fly at them and over their heads but that doesn’t stop Kennedy from enjoying the moment while Hype looks like a mass of contained rage. TM: What a great night!! Swytch getting his ass beat AGAIN. I LOVE IT!! There’s nothing I like more than that. JH: Swytch was victorious tonight, but in the overall scheme of things he’s still losing this war. We’re all out of time, but tune in next week to see if Swytch can get a measure of revenge or if Kennedy and Hype’s assaults continue. You wouldn’t dare miss it! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Alex Evans def. Curtis via pinfall Tag Team Contest The Reject def. April Lynn & Kendra Norton when Onikage pinned Kendra Carl Lucas def. Bill Kuriyama via pinfall Special Guest Referee: Kailey Lane Ragin' def. Nadia Kassle via pinfall Non-Title Champion vs. Champion Swytch def. Carlos "Hype" Kane via pinfall |
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