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Tuesday Night Throwdown; November 15, 2005
Topic Started: Nov 16 2005, 04:13 AM (157 Views)
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JH: Ladies and gentleman, as I'm sure you're all aware by now, a wrestling great passed away Sunday. The unforgettable Eddie Guerrero. Full Intensity Wrestling would like to send out their condolences to the Guerrero family and all their friends.

TM: Eddie Guerrero truly was one of the greats. He will be deeply missed by everyone.

JH: Madison Lee and Tuesday Night Throwdown would like to dedicate this addition of TNT in memory of this great man.

[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…
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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
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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
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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
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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…


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…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 to Tuesday Night Throwdown! Back in the US of A from Miami, Florida!

TM: Where the national bird is the Fly!

JH: I think that's Alabama, Thomas.

TM: Oh. Then Florida's national bird is old people. Whatever! I'm more concerned about tonight's show than I am where we're presenting it from!

JH: With good reason, Thomas. Tonight's main-event is a HUGE six-person tag team contest. Dante Coles, Kailey Lane and the Dual Crown Champion Swytch will take on the Ultimate Endurance Champion Carlos Kane, Nadia Kassle and Kennedy! That's sure to be a violate situation.

TM: And Carlos Kane and Kennedy are once again gonna destroy Swytch! But speaking of violate situations, what about Quitter O'Brien going one-on-one with Reject Ragin'?

JH: If Jim's got any fight to bring to the table tonight, that'll be a great contest. And we can't forget, the FIRST TIME EVER! The International Championship will be up for defense here tonight!

TM: Bill Kuriyama challenging a real champion in Onikage! You know why he's a real champion? I'll tell you! He left that garbage show on his own free will and came to the greener pastures!

JH: Yeah, okay, Thomas. We're also gonna see the Fighting Spirit Champion in action but first, we've got a Triple Threat Contest on our hands.

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.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the opening contest of the evening is scheduled for ONE fall and is a triple threat match! Introducing first, entering the ring… he weighs in tonight at 264 lbs… CURTIS!!!

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: Thomas! Wake up! What the hell are you doing!? Act professional!

TM: *snork* Wha? Is there something going on? The crowd just made a mumbly sound, made me drift right off to sleep…

JH: Curtis is in the ring! We’re gonna have a match! Max Corona! Remember?

TM: Hm? Max? Curtis? Excellent. What’s going on? Is Curtis killing people yet?

JH: He appears to be “nice” tonight.

TM: Pity. Who else is in this match, isn’t it a triple threat?

The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers…

[align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align]


TM: Oh! Jesus! Excellent, I heard he was a good wrestler.

JH: Dammit, Thomas, Jesus is not in this match.

…Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring…

TM: Sure he is, walking down to the ring there. Alex Evans, AKA Christ Almighty.

JH: Oy…

TM: I’m telling’ ya Hitchen, he’s the future of FIW.

[align=center]Lift Up The Receiver
I'll Make You A Believer!
[/align]

MA: And his opponent… from King’s Beach, California…. ALEEEEX EEEVAAAAAAANNNNNNSS!!!

…Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin.

TM: Great! Now all that’s left is for Max to come on out here and help Alex clean house.

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

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

Slowly the house lights rise, and a cloud of smoke raises from the grated stage, blue lasers flaring, but there’s no silhouette… and most importantly no Max Corona.

JH: That’s funny. Where’s Max?

TM: Oh, you know him, Hitchen. He just likes to make an entrance.

We wait for a few more moments with the fog and lasers and Three Days Grace keeping us company, but nobody shows up. Michael Anderson in the ring shrugs, and then presses a finger to his earpiece and nods.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the contest will carry on as a singles match until Max Corona can be located.

TM: Wait… what? They can’t locate him!?

JH: Guess not.

TM: But… but… where could he be!? He should be in the ring kicking ass!

JH: He’s off smoking a fag or something.

TM: Smoking a f-- oh. Right. Your British lingo. You mean a cigarette.

JH: … … um… sure.

The bell rings, returning the distracted Curtis’ attention back to ringside, which is good, because Alex Evans is charging him! Curtis takes some initiative, steps forward and to the side and LEVELS Alex with an early clothesline!

JH: Nice lariat from Curtis. It’s also nice to see he’s gonna be sporting in this contest.

TM: What’s he sporting, Hitchen? Wood? Like I sport for your m--

JH: Max Corona? No, I don’t think anyone could have as big a hard-on as you do for Max.

TM: HEY! I’M SUPPOSED TO MAKE THE SEX JOKES!!

Alex scrambles back to his feet, barely phased by the clothesline, but Curtis is quite ready for him with a springing standing dropkick that sends Alex’s ass right back down to the mat! He squats and grabs Alex by the head, pulling him up straight again before landing a punch SQUARE to his jaw! Alex backpedals a step from the blow, then gets hit by another, and a third!

JH: Curtis just weakening Alex’s grip on the land of the waking with those unforgiving punches early in this match!

TM: Awww, listen to you! Pretending like you can commentate.

JH: *sighs* Spinning wheel kick from Curtis, and he floats into a pin!

ONE!

T-Kickout.

TM: Only two, Hitchen. What happened to the unforgiving punches and the land of the waking?

JH: I’m not sure. Alphabetically it’s near the land of the wankers, so why don’t you skip on over and check it out for me?

TM: Oh, I’m gonna be so insulted when I get that joke.

Curtis pulls Alex up with him as he rises and uses the Irish whip, but Alex reverses it into a whip of his own and sends Curtis into the corner! He turns away from Curtis, eliciting boos from the fans, then whips back and CHOPS him across the chest!

“WHOOOOOO!!!”

TM: Oooh, he’s gonna feel that in the morning!

JH: I dunno, Thomas. Curtis IS wearing that bulky clothing. That’s gotta lessen the sting of Alex’s chops.

Speaking of chops, Alex hits another one.

“WHOOOOOO!!!”

Alex takes a few more steps back, and putting some momentum into it, CHOPS CURTIS ACROSS THE FACE!!!

“WHOOOOOO!!!”

RK admonishes Alex who shrugs and palms the ref away before turning his attentions to Curtis. He takes the man by the arms and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle, but before he has a chance to charge, RK gets up in Alex’s face again. Alex gets right back in Kelly’s face, and they have a bit of a shouting contest.

JH: This is despicable. How hard is it to obey the ref?

TM: Alex is above the law, Hitchen. Like bounty hunters, or Miami Vice.

JH: Thomas, those people ARE the law.

TM: … shut up. Since when did you become an American?

JH: I kinda have to have a Visa to work here…

Richard Kelly is finally satisfied with what Alex has to say and steps back. Alex turns his attentions back on the match, which is probably a good thing, since Curtis is bringing it to his doorstep! BAM!!!

JH: Another impressive leg lariat from Curtis tonight!

TM: Yeah, yeah. It was sneak ‘n bake is what it was… and RK helped!

Curtis picks Alex up off the mat and whips him toward the ropes. Alex rebounds and Curtis throws a lariat, but Alex ducks under and bounces off the opposite ropes. Alex LEAPS into the air for--it doesn’t matter, ‘cuz Curtis PLUCKS him right out of it into a HARSH snap mare!

JH: DAMN! I don’t think I’ve EVER seen a snap mare with such elevation!

Curtis moves to the legs, locking in a stepover toehold.

JH: Well, I think we all know what’s coming here.

TM: What? Is it the ice cream man?

Curtis then moves into a facelock as well, cinching in the STF!

TM: Oh, a submission. Not near as cool.

Alex Evans cries out in pain, reaching for the ropes that aren’t TOO far away… but just far enough! Curtis torques the hold and Alex tries to pry his fingers loose, but to no avail!

JH: This could be the end for Alex Evans!

TM: Are you kidding? He’d never tap out!

Alex raises his hand to tap… but wait! What’s this? The crowd is booing loudly as SOMEONE is running down to the ring!

TM: IT’S MAX!! MAX CORONA!!!

Max hops over the top rope and charges Curtis and Alex, breaking the submission up. Curtis stands, but Max SHOVES him outta the way, stomping on Alex to make sure he stays put. Max then turns his attentions to Curtis who simply ropes his arm around him in a sleeper hold-like move!

JH: Not the wisest idea, going for a submission on the fresh opponent…

Curtis then kicks his own legs out from under him, and DROPS Max to the mat!!

JH: CURTIS CALLS!

TM: He calls what?

JH: That move! He calls it the end of the match!

TM: “The End of the Match”? That’s a dumb move name…

Alex Evans stumbles to his feet, waking up from dream street. Curtis wastes no time, nips up behind him, and PLANTS him with another rear naked choke drop!!

JH: FOR THE SECOND TIME, CURTIS CALLS!!

Curtis drags Alex next to Max and lays across them both. RK drops to count!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Dingdingdingdingding!!!

MA: Your winner by double pinfall… CUUUUURRRTIIIISSSSS!!!

Curtis’ music hits once more as he celebrates his victory.

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

JH: Next up we have a classic maybe.

TM: Graver is that awesome, so yes it will be.

JH: He’s a cheating, vicious crook.

TM: Precisely!

JH: Remy’s at least not as bad though, so I’m going with Remy.

TM: Remy’s a crook too! Trying to steal April from Sean!

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

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

MA: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND HAS A TEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT. INTRODUCING FIRST FROM DETROIT, MICHIGAN, WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY POUNDS AND STANDING AT FIVE FOOT ELEVEN INCHES… GRAVER!!!!!!

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

JH: Graver looks as pissed off as usual.

TM: He’s bad to the bone, gotta love it.

JH: I think he’s degrading to TNT.

TM: I think he doesn’t care.

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

[align=center]"Coming around my senses torn
Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed
As long as you see it as long as you know
As long as you fake it nobody knows"
[/align]

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

MA: AND HIS OPPONENT, HAILING FROM THE FRENCH QUARTER, NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FEET TWO INCHES... REMY BARTEAUX!!!!!!

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

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

JH: Remy looking in great shape.

TM: Girlfriend stealer!

JH: He hasn‘t stole anyone, Jesus.

TM: He tried too, dammit!

Graver and Remy both stay in there respectable corners, Logan calls for the bell as the match begins. Graver them comes stomping out is corner toward Remy, Remy stands tall though as Graver gets in his face and gives him the one finger salute. Remy the starts firing some stiff forearm shots into Graver’s head taking him into the ropes, he then whips Graver toward the ropes, Graver comes back as Remy attempts a dropkick, but Graver rolls out the way avoiding the attack. Remy then turns to get a knee to the gut, he then lifts Remy up and SLAMS! Remy down with a snap scoop slam.

JH: Graver taking the match to Remy early on.

TM: Good.

JH: God Elrick’s in writer block mode.

TM: Yup, but Graver still owns joo!

Remy stands up and rubs his back then gets himself composed again, Graver stands smiling and then looks for a strength test, Remy accepts and both extend there right and left arms, grabbing onto the hands, then Remy goes to give Graver his right arm but Graver viciously drags him forward and clotheslines him down hard. Graver then picks Remy up and goes for another clothesline, but Remy ducks but holds onto Graver’s arm, he then hooks it around Graver’s neck and drops to his knees with a SICK neckbreaker, the impact sending Graver to the canvas holding his neck. Remy stands up and looks down to Graver, he then drops to a knee and grabs Graver’s arm in a wristlock and begins wrenching, Logan asking Graver what does he say…

JH: Remy’s being smart, slow the match down.

TM: Graver will comeback…

JH: Why you so in love with Graver? He‘s a bad influence to children and a evil man!

TM: He owns, simple as.

JH: Ass kisser!

TM: Least I do it in style!

Remy wrenches the hold in harder but Graver ducks under and twists breaking free out of the hold, he and Remy climb to there feet and run at each other, Remy goes for a clothesline which Graver ducks, they both hit the ropes and comeback to have Remy met with a vicious cross-arm body block, taking Remy to the ground, he hit’s the canvas and rolls out the ring, Carl comes over to check on him as Graver looks out toward the pair. Graver then walks back a bit, he then charges forward and hit’s a dive through the third and second rope toward the pair, Carl pushes Remy out the way as he moves and Graver hit’s the mats hard.

TM: DQ!! DQ HIM!!!

JH: He didn’t touch Graver, there’s no need for a DQ.

TM: That‘s bullshit, Logan you suck!

JH: Remy’s up to his feet.

TM: Logan sucks!

Remy’s to his feet, he boots Graver in the gut and pats Carl on the shoulder’s, he then climbs to the Apron, he turns to watch Graver climbing to his feet. Remy then springs onto the second rope and flies backwards with a Asai Moonsault down onto Graver, they both land on the mats with a thump. Logan starts his count as Graver and Remy stir…

[align=center]ONE…
…TWO…
…THREE…
…FOUR…
…FIVE…
[/align]

Graver gets to his feet as he shakes the cob webs away, Remy is up to and both run and slide in the ring, Logan does the signal and then watches as Graver with no flare or anything clobbers Remy with a forearm shot to the face. He fires round after round after round until Remy’s in the corner, Graver then starts firing all kind of kicks and strikes and a few body splashes at Remy until he just drops to the canvas exhausted, Graver turns and clicks his knuckles.

JH: Look at him, he‘s so…

TM: Awesome?

JH: No, annoying.

TM: Pffft, Remy’s gonna get his ass beat, what, I bet he wins.

JH: Look, for once can we just get back to the Action, Thomas is being somewhat frustrating…

Graver turns around and brings Remy up to his feet, he then throws Remy to the ropes and looks for a clothesline, but Remy ducks under the clothesline and then comes back, leaping into a flying forearm strike on Graver, he then springs to his feet as Graver slowly gets to his feet too. Graver turns around and gets hooked into a northern lights driver, Remy hoists and then drives him down onto his with a northern lights driver, the impact causing Graver to be a little dazed as Remy hooks his leg…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…NO! SHOULDER UP!
[/align]

JH: SOUTHERN NIGHTS DRIVER!!!!!

TM: Ouch, Graver’s so awesome he kicked out!

JH: But what a move by Remy, he could go on to win now!

TM: Pffft!

Remy gets to his feet and awaits Graver to stand, Graver climbs to his feet and turns to a boot to the gut, Remy then takes Graver’s arm under his legs and hooks in a Pumphandle, he then lifts…

JH: CAJUN DRAWL!!!!

TM: NO!

IN MID-AIR REMY TURNS THE MOVE INTO A ONE-ARM SLAM NUT NO! GRAVER REVERSES IT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET, HE THEN SPINS REMY AROUND TAKING HIS ARMS INTO A CROSS AMR POSITION, HE THEN LIFTS AND DRIVES!!!! IT DOWN INTO BRAINBUSTER, GRAVER THEN PINS REMY…

TM: DEEP SIXUAHHHHHH!!!!

JH: Remy kick out!

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…THREE!
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JH: No! dammit!

TM: Whoo!

JH: Remy's first defeat ever here on TNT!

TM: Graver has to be proud of that!

Graver stands to his feet as his arms raised to the air, “Ten Thousand Fists” Disturbed plays as Remy celebrates with Carl Lucas…

MA: THE WINNER AT A TIME OF SEVEN MINUTES AND THIRTY SIX SECONDS… GRAVER!!!!

…Graver makes his way backstage as Remy lays out cold on the canvas, Carl looking toward Graver, the camera cuts to the commentary desk.

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Curtis is shown walking down the hall of the arena reading each sign on the doors as he passes them. Finally, after finding one that says “Curtis”, he opens the door and steps inside to find…nothing. More importantly, no one. It’s strange for Curtis to find his locker room so empty, especially since he always hears Gabriel scream at him for being so late. So coming in to no noise is a bit of a relief for Curtis, but he starts to wonder where exactly Gabriel is. But since he can think of more important things instead of finding her, Curtis places on his headphones and starts to unpack his gym bag. However, not too far away, in the locker room washroom actually, Gabriel and Kidd are in mid conversation. And thanks to the heavy metal music blasting in his ears, Curtis doesn’t hear a thing.

Kidd: So this is how it’s gonna be?

Gabriel: Hey, I tried.

Kidd: I did. I threw in a few insults.

Gabriel: Right, like that’s supposed to phase him. We’re trying to get his darker side out. Not make conversation!

Shocked by the increasing volume in her voice, Gabriel cups her hand over her mouth and peers around the corner to see if Curtis has heard anything. Obviously he hasn’t or else he would stop headbanging as he unpacks. Relief overtakes Gabriel as she turns back towards Kidd, who’s smiling a little. After removing her hand, Gabriel looks down at Kidd.

Gabriel: What?

Kidd: You know what.

Gabriel: Never mind. Listen, we failed this time, but next time I have a sure fired method. Now, if you would excuse me.

Brushing herself by Kidd, Gabriel enters the main area of the locker room and starts yelling out.

Gabriel: I said no music!

Watching this, Kidd just shakes his head about the inevitable.

JH: Up next we have for the first time ever the International Championship being defended.

TM: Ahem, it’s the Tuesday Night Throwdown International Championship, also known as the TNTIC.

JH: Right, any ways it’s the reigning champion Onikage defending it against a man who has been trying to get back to the top since his return, Bill Kuriyama.

TM: He should’ve stayed gone in my opinion.

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

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

MA: Hailing from New York City, New York. He weighs in at 259 pounds and stands at a grand total of six feet and five inches. He is a former FIW Fighting Spirit Champion…He! Is! …BIIIIIIIILLLLL KUUUUUURRRRRIIIIYYYYAAAAAMMMMAAAAA!!!

JH: This young man has overcome quite a few road blocks in his early career.

TM: Well that’s what happens when you hook up with a psycho witch.

JH: I was more referring to his wars with Loco Lobo and then Swytch, but yeah, okay, let’s go with that.

TM: Her crazy herbal shit was probably why he left her, giving him the runs all the time. I know that stuff gives me it.

JH: An image I doubt the viewers at home wanted Thomas.

TM: Yes well they’ll have to deal with it, I do.

The TNT’Tron lit up with the text “Mister Ordinary” before images of various Onikage matches flashed across the screen. While it did the opening riffs of Onikage’s theme song began to blast over the P.A. system. Slowly eight young looking men that sported Onikage t-shirts walked out onto the platform each with a flag in hand. They split up into four on each side. From closest down on the right side they hold the American flag, the Japanese flag, the Canadian flag and the German flag. On the left side from closest down they hold the Mexican flag, the Cuban flag, the English flag, and the Chinese flag. Slowly two figures emerged from behind the black curtain. The one in front is slightly shorter and looks like another young man who sported a Onikage t-shirt and waved proudly a flag with the TNT logo and Onikage’s image plastered on front of it. Behind the kid is none other than Onikage himself in his in-ring gear plus a wind breaker black and white jacket zipped up.

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Onikage raised his arms up in a X symbol and revealed his black taped up palms and wrists. On the back of the palms with a white marker he’s marked each with two Xs making the straight edge xXx symbol. Then as if it were a awesome display of pyro a few firecrackers are lit and tossed behind the group from the young man in front of Onikage. They go off one after the other and once finished Onikage returned to walking further down the platform with his students carrying the flags in hand.

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Onikage entered the ring and kneeled down as the lights went out. Rather then a big expensive and fancy spot light shown down onto him a few of his students have appeared to have gotten up on the turnbuckles. They quickly switched on their flash lights and shined the rather dim lights down on their teacher. With a flick of his wrist Onikage unzips his jacket and tossed it to the side while he stood up. The lights return back on while the students get off of the two turnbuckles they were on. The main student who carried the Onikage/TNT flag hands it over to the American flag holder while he enters the ring with a micro phone.

JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages and… Miss Madison Lee. Japan, Mexico and the great state of Michigan proudly bring to you a man who is an international superstar. A man who is by all means ordinary and yet has reached levels of sheer greatness beyond the general public’s understand, and Slam’s roster’s. He weighs in at a lean and sexy two fifty. And stands at a massive total of six feet and two inches, plus ten inches if you catch my drift. He is a former two time Extreme Chaos Champion, a former Evolution Champion and a former record breaking three time FIW World Tag Team Champion. HEEEEEEEE! ISSSSSSSSSS! OOOOOOOOONIKAAAAAAAAGE!

Onikage proudly crosses his arms again while his students rather than tossing streamers toss toilet paper instead over his head in a streamer fashion. The fans booed every minute of it while Onikage simply soaked it in.

TM: You want to talk about a guy who’s had trials in his career, this is the guy.

JH: I highly doubt any thing Onikage has gone through is as tough as what Bill has been put through.

TM: Oh yeah? What about his tag wars with Bane Security, Genocide and Brute Force? Then the battles Elrick and him waged over the then SIC?

JH: Those are all impressive but Onikage isn’t in the same situation as in any of those.

Onikage slowly stands up while Bill walks over to the center of the ring to meet Onikage face to face as he gets up to his feet. Michaela has the reigning champ over his title belt and holds it in between the challenger and the champion. She explains the rules to both of them and they nod both tapping the belt slightly with their knuckles. Miss Menendez lifts the TNTIC up into the air over her head spinning around a bit for every side of the arena to see the title. As she hands the belt over to the time keeper Onikage leans forward and bows which causes Bill to raise an eyebrow at his foe.

JH: What is Onikage up to?

TM: It’s called bowing, it is a way to show respect to your opponent before a match.

JH: I know what bowing is Thomas, I am wondering why Onikage is bowing though.

TM: Hey just cause he has views not every one agrees with doesn’t mean he doesn’t have honor.

JH: It certainly an odd sort of honor.

Bill shrugs his shoulders and leans forward as well bowing to Onikage. With the sound of the bell both men stand straight up again and slowly pace around the ring from each other. Onikage starts the duo out with a forearm right across Bill’s jaw line. The challenger returns the favor by chopping Onikage right across his bare chest. The champion staggers slightly but for the second time looks like he’s trying to take Bill’s block off with a forearm.

JH: Well this should be interesting, looks like to start things off these two men have decided to trade blows.

TM: Makes sense since both wrestle a similar style to one another.

JH: Except Onikage uses lots of back breakers and hardly any suplexes.

TM: And Bill uses a lot of suplexes and hardly any backbreakers.

JH: So it’s fair to assume we are seeing the Master of the Suplex verse the Messiah of the Backbreaker.

TM: Yeah if you wanted this match to sound, ya know, queerish.

After the second forearm Bill staggers back a bit but soon comes back with a second deaf defying knife-edge chop right across Onikage’s chest which is turning a nice shade of red. Onikage takes a few steps back and charges at full force with a forearm right on exactly Bill’s jaw. Kuriyama clutches his jaw and bends forward slightly, spitting out a bit of blood which seems to have been produced by Onikage’s forearms. He slowly stands up and licks the palm of his hand and unleashes a palm chop right down against Onikage’s chest. Causing the reigning International Champ to wince and grope at his chest.

TM: Well whatever looks Bill Kuriyama had are certainly fading in this match. Onikage has him busted open and the blood is pretty freely flowing out of Bill’s mouth.

JH: Onikage’s chest is also starting to resemble grounded up beef from Bill’s chops.

TM: Yeah but Onikage’s strikes aren’t cliché’ like Bill’s knife-edge and palm chops are.

JH: Actually I only think I see men using the knife-edge chops often. And even then it’s not like any one has them copyrighted.

TM: Flair does if you’ve ever heard the crowd.

JH: Uhhh I don’t think he actually has…You know what? Never mind, continue as you were.

The posse of Onikage’s pupils at ringside slams their fists against the apron in rhythm chanting for their teacher. Bill’s crew across the ringside area begins to do the same trying to cheer on their friend. It is then the two factions notice what the other is doing and begin to shout from across the ring at one other. Mean while inside the ring Onikage slowly backs away and towards the ropes. Bill isn’t going to have any of that and quickly follows after the champion. To only get a massive forearm right across the jaw line for the fourth time delivered by Onikage.

TM: Pretty good tactic, luring Bill into thinking he had the advantage and then POW!

JH: It seemed more like dirty trick to me Adam West.

TM: What?

JH: You know, Adam West, the man who played Batman in the old live series. They had things like “POW!” on it and such. I was making a reference to it by calling you him.

TM: Foolish referencing, that was Adam We any ways.

JH: Now who’s making references to TV shows?

Blood flies out of Bill’s mouth as his head jerks back violently from the forearm. Michaela gets in between the two men and hurries over to Bill to check on his mouth. Kuriyama shoves her to the side and storms right up to Onikage ready to unload yet another chop. As he rears back his arm shockingly some one grabs it and spins him right around. The challenger comes face to face with a very annoyed Michaela who slaps Bill so hard that another lil’ bit of blood flies out of his mouth. Both Onikage and Bill Kuriyama stand there like two deers caught in the head lights as Michaela yells at the duo.

JH: Miss Menendez isn’t some one to take too lightly and I think Bill just did that.

TM: Eh I always knew Bill was a female beater, probably why Sam left him.

JH: How did you get that from him only lightly shoving Michaela out of the way? Not to mention weren’t you saying just earlier how it was Bill who left Sam?

TM: Yeah that’s what I thought until I found out Bill was a drunk female beater.

JH: Where in the world did drunk come from?! Bill looks fine and sober!

TM: See the legs, they are the markings.

JH: Where do you get this stuff?!

Michaela claps her hands as if to signal to them it’s okay to go back to having their match. Bill nods and turns right around before Onikage can get his bearings and slams the back of his hand against Onikage’s chest in a knife-edge chop. All this seems to do though is make Onikage angry as he unleashes a forearm, and another one, and a third one. Bill is staggering and losing his balance as Onikage grabs his hand and whips him right into the ropes. The champ is running right behind Bill and just as Bill hits the ropes Onikage clobbers him with a huge Lariat sending the two of them over the top rope and to the outside.

JH: And to the outside they spill, though this doesn’t look too good.

TM: Why?

JH: Cause Bill fell right into Camp Oni by the looks of how his students are circling the two of them.

TM: And why is this bad?

JH: Because Onikage’s students might try to do some thing?

TM: I’m sorry but I still don’t see the problem here.

JH: *Sighs*

Three of the students bend down and help Onikage back up to his feet while JJ flips off Bill’s crew. This causes Shake and Matlock to hop up onto the apron and are nearly half way into the ring before Michaela stops them dispute their pleads to whoop some ass. Four lift up Bill Kuriyama to his feet and trade forearm and jab shots to the dazed Bill. With quite a bit of force the foursome rush forward and slam Bill head first into the barrier. They then surround him and JJ soon follows them over and the five of them lay in the boots.

JH: This is horrible, Onikage’s students are doing all his dirty work.

TM: Hey it’s Bill’s fault for calling them names.

JH: When did he call them names?!

TM: What? You didn’t hear it? Just a moment ago he was shouting all this trash talk at them after they kindly helped him up to his feet.

JH: You are so full of shit…

TM: Which reminds me next break I’m going to have to use the lil’ heel’s room.

Onikage slowly steadies himself and slowly his eyes fall about the assault some of his pupils are laying on Bill. Forcefully he gets his two students off of him and walks over to the five. To the shock of quite a few Onikage is shoving his students off of Bill Kuriyama. The masked mad man scolds his students and tells them he can fight his own fights. Onikage lifts Bill up to his feet and pushes Kuriyama off of him. Bill at first is obviously not fully ready to stand up on his own and stumbles slightly but manages to soon regain his balance.

TM: What the Hell was that?!

JH: I’m honestly speechless, I think that was some of that honor you said he had earlier.

TM: That’s not honor, that’s stupidity is what that is! Onikage had this in the bag with the number his pupils were doing on Bill. Now the masked freak has to go and let Bill recover!

JH: I’m actually impressed by this action from Onikage, I suppose he might actually have a few redeeming qualities to him.

Bill gets right up into Onikage’s face with a mixture of anger and confusion trying to find out why he did that. He doesn’t even wait before he slugs Onikage right across the face and throws him back into the ring. Quickly Bill slides back in and his crew drop down from the apron. This however isn’t the end of the ringside misadventures as Shake, Matlock and Lee all rush over from their ringside side to Onikage’s pupils’ ringside side. Soon the two factions are in a down right brawl on the outside as Bill lifts Onikage up to his feet inside the ring. In the blink of an eye Bill wraps his arms around Onikage’s waist in a vice like gripe and tosses him up over his head in a Belly to Belly Suplex.

JH: A Belly to Belly from Bill to Onikage, that was quite the nice suplex from Kuriyama.

TM: How can you focus on the in-ring action?! There is a gang fight going on outside the ring! This is great!

JH: I think relatively soon Michaela might have to call for security to take of those guys. We don’t need that during a wrestling title match.

TM: Shush, JJ is kicking all sorts of ass on the outside.

JH: If by kicking ass you mean hiding behind the bigger students and letting them deal with Bill’s crew, oh yeah, JJ is a monster out there.

TM: Ha, see? Even you mister “I’m the good kind of announcer who watches matches and does research” are interested in the brawl!

JH: I…uh…erm…*sighs* Get back to the match Moore.

Onikage slowly gets up to his feet and walks right into a kick to the mid-section by Bill and then wrapping his arm around the back of Onikage’s neck. Bill nearly sends Onikage out of his boots with a Snap Suplex. At the exact same time both men kip up to their feet to the cheers of the fans. Onikage turns around and walks right into a T-Bone Suplex from Bill which drops Onikage right on his head. The champ’s neck goes all the way to the right and bends rather unnaturally before he falls right onto his back. Bill quickly crawls over and hooks Onikage’s nearest leg for the pin fall cover.

TM: Ew, it looks like Onikage’s neck might’ve just been snapped with that T-Bone Suplex.

JH: As much as I may not care for Onikage I hope not, I don’t like to see any wrestler in FIW get injured like that.

TM: Well hopefully if he’s still able to move his limbs or alive for that matter he’ll kick out.

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TM: Yes!

JH: Darn, Bill was just mere moments away from becoming the new champion.

TM: Yeah well those few seconds he didn’t get, so deal with it.

Bill pounds his fists against the canvas and asks Michaela if maybe just maybe she made the mistake and he didn’t kick out in time. Michaela in a bit of annoyance tells Bill for the second time that Onikage kicked out before the three. Kuriyama with frustration etched out on his face lifts Onikage up to his knees. Quickly Bill rushes towards the ropes and bounces off of them heading straight for Onikage. Within mere moment from Onikage the champ dives to the side narrowly avoiding Bill’s attempt at the Kuriyama Kick. As Bill turns to the side to face Onikage the masked champ nearly takes Bill’s head off with a Running Pump Kick and quickly rolls him up for the pin fall attempt.

JH: KURRRRRRRRIIIIIIYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMAAAAAAA KIIIIIIC-

TM: DENIED! Ah-ha! Ohmygod! Running Pump Kick! Running Pump Kick! And Oni is going for the cover!

JH: Darn it! Kick out Bill! It can’t be over this soon!

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Onikage sits up with a grin as the fans boo and he lifts his arms up in victory. Slowly the champ gets up to his feet and pounds his hand against his chest. Michaela who seems to have been trying to get Onikage’s attention now shouts at the reigning Champion and points down. Slowly Onikage’s eyes follow Michaela’s finger and where it points to, to find Bill’s foot on the bottom rope. Onikage’s eyes quickly dart back up to Michaela who to the cheers of the fans wave her arms signaling Bill made the rope break in time. The champ’s eyes are twitching and he looks nearly ready to have a mental breakdown.

JH: Amazing! Bill is still in this thing! Bill is still in the match!

TM: God damn it, that lil’ bastard narrowly saved his chance at Onikage’s title.

JH: Onikage doesn’t even seem to want the belt anymore.

TM: Yeah but Onikage’s pride and honor are still on the line in this match.

JH: True I suppose.

Rushing over to the surprise of the fans Onikage climbs up to the second turnbuckle on the nearest corner and figures his aim. Just as Bill is slowly starting to push himself up off the canvas Onikage leaps off and drives his feet down in a Double Stomp across the back of Bill’s skull. Slowly Onikage lifts Bill up to his hands and knees and sticks his head under Bill’s stomach. With his left arm he wraps it around Bill’s right left and with his right arm he wraps it around Bill’s right arm. Less than a inch Onikage lifts Bill up off the ground and tilts him towards Oni’s right side before he quickly twists the other way completely slamming Bill’s back down against the canvas.

TM: Welcome to Parts Unknown!

JH: Otherwise known as a crouching snap Fireman’s Carry Slam.

TM: Or if you didn’t want to be quite so technical about the name. A crouching snap Angle Slam.

JH: Yes I suppose you could call it that too.

TM: Hey wait…Why isn’t Onikage going for the cover?

Onikage pushes himself up to his feet and seems to think what he’s done isn’t enough yet. He crouches and lays in wait for Bill Kuriyama to get back up to his feet. After a few moments Bill comes to and slowly with wiggly arms pushes himself up to one knee. With a bit more effort Bill gets up to his feet and turns around to come face to face with a Short Arm Roundhouse Kick! Bill doesn’t as he ducks the kick and performs a low side kick to the back of Onikage’s leg. The champ falls down to one knee just as Bill runs into the ropes. Like a flash of lightning he runs back and climbs up Onikage’s knee hitting…

JH: KKKKKKUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRIIIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAAAMMMMMAAAA KIIIIIIICK~!!!

TM: Fuck you Bill!

Bill quickly rolls into the cover as the fans are going nuts while Michaela drops to her knees to make the count.

TM: Pleasenowhammypleasenowhammypleasenowhammy!

JH: Bill has it in the bag!

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TM: AWWWWWW that’s a whammy!

JH: That is indeed a fucking whammy!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winner by pin fall…and NEW Tuesday Night Throwdown International Champion…BIIIILLLLLL KKKKKKUUUUURRRRRRIIIIIYYYAAAAMMAAAA~!!!

”Feel Good Inc.” blasts over the P.A. system as Bill’s crew files into the ring and nearly tackles him in joy over his win. Kuriyama and his friends as well as the fans are happy as can be after Bill’s win. Slowly a dazed Onikage stumbles up to his feet and before Michaela can get more than two steps with the title he snatches it from her. The fans boo heavily as Michaela yells at Onikage and Bill gets his friends to back up.

JH: Uh oh, looks like trouble might be brewing.

TM: Take that prick’s head off Oni!

JH: After an epic match like that I don’t see why either man would be disappointed with it. They both were extremely impressive in this match.

TM: I think I’d certainly be disappointed if I lost the gold!

Onikage walks a few steps forward before stumbling slightly; he shakes his head and growls. Obviously the effects of the Kuriyama Kick remain to linger in his head. After regaining his balance Onikage stands up straight and looks right into Bill’s eyes. The fans go silent as the two men have a stare down. Grudgingly Onikage nods his head and lazily tosses the title onto Bill’s shoulder and gives it one last pat before he exits the ring. Bill shakes his head before he is once again nearly tackle to the floor by his friends as the four of them celebrate while the fans cheer.

TM: That was simply a disgusting act.

JH: I thought it was rather nice, Onikage shows he still has some respect for his fellow men and the title.

TM: Bah this entire match has left a sour taste in my mouth now. I hope some day some one kills Bill.

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The FIW cameras cut backstage to Madison Lee's office where as you'd expect to find, Madison Lee is working hard at her desk. Or maybe she's playing that new Sonic the Hedgehog Anniversary Super Collection. I always took her as being more of a Sonic fan than Megaman fan. Whatever she is doing she seems to not be too happy about it.

Madison Lee: Who to put in this match...Hmmm..I don't think I have any one else I can book. Stupid wrestlers needing breaks to heal every once and a while.

As Madison Lee continues to grumble about her card situation quietly the door to her office opens. In the shadowy door way the mystery figure that we've seen a few times now is standing.

Madison Lee: Huh? Who's there? Come in already and state your business, I'm a busy woman.

The figure nods and slowly walks into the light revealing...quite the odd sight. The mystery man is in attire that can only be described as a Ninja's....and he's holding what appears to be a white board modified into a sign in one hand. And in the other hand he is holding a application for a FIW job. Slowly the mystery Ninja walks forward with the application in hand and spots it, her face lighting up a bit.

Madison: Ah! So you want to join TNT eh? Perfect timing actually, leave it on my desk and I'll get to it later. Your first match will be next week.

Though he is wearing a hood and mask the Ninja seems rather pleased and pulls out a marker and writes on his sign. Quickly he holds it up to Madison.

Extreme Ninja #2's Sign: Thank you Madison Lee, I won't let you down and will make sure to up hold the rules in my match!

Madison tilts her head to the side and looks over the Ninja looking fellow another time. She lightly shrugs her shoulders and doesn't like most people would try to force a smile on her face.

Madison Lee: That's great...I suppose, I have after all had a few trouble makers on my brand. So you'll be ready to go by next week?

Extreme Ninja #2 nods his head several times before he puts his gloved hand over his chest in the heart area. As if he were silently swearing to Madison he'd do his best. And with that Extreme Ninja #2 rushes out of her office. Madison Lee shakes her head slightly and rolls her eyes.

Madison Lee: I thought Slam was suppose to be the one that attracted the freaks...

The camera cuts back to the ringside area.

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.


TM: Y'know... You ever notice how Ragin' has, like, a million girls worshipping him when he comes out?

JH: Yeah.

TM: Well, it might not be the heel thing to say, but what's to worship? This guy is a horse's ass.

JH: Finally, agreement on something.

TM: But that's not all. We both love your mother. Very much.

JH: Oh... Hush your face.

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Eyes... It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
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JH: Who could this be?! A newcomer to TNT?

TM: Quit yer marking. It's just Jim. Still on his generic nu-metal entrance theme schtick.

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TAAAAAAAAAAAKE

Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way insiiiiiiiiiide

If the pain goes on...

HRRRRRRRRRRAHHHHHGH!

And after the song's build up, the hammering beats to Slipknot's 'Duality' explode over the PA. The guitar riffs just pound over & over, the drums sounding like small bombs exploding in our ear canal. And making his way from the back is the metamorphasized & unmotivated Jim O'Brien. He looks down the aisleway, sighs & lowers his head to much confusion from the crowd.[/align]

JH: This change in Jim O'Brien, it's rather... I dunno, disturbing. For so long we've seen Jim just obliterate the competition. And after having been defeated for the UEC... God, look at him.

TM: I would prefer not to. Jim... in tights... FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PUT SOME PANTS ON! I DON'T WANNA SEE THOSE SMUGGLED PLUMS!

Jim makes his way to the ring & climbs over the ring ropes. He walks to the closest corner to him & awaits introduction.

Michael Anderson walks to the center of the ring & brings the microphone to his lips.

MA: Ladies & Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a THIRTY-TWO MINUTE TIME LIMIT!

Man, talk about a bummer. That poor guy in the 5th to top row, the poor sap's getting his things together & getting ready to leave.

MA: Introducing first... From Bogorodskoye, RUSSIA! Standing Six feet, Three inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Two hundred & Seventy-seven pounds... THIS! IS! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGIN'!

Boo's. Loads of them. He's a bad doody-head. But Ragin' loves the fact that he's a doody-head as he soaks in the crowd's hatred.

MA: And his opponent... From Cincinnati, OHIO! Sanding Six feet, Seven inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Three Hundred & Ten pounds... JIM! OH! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEN!

Y'know... We don't know what to think. Cause Jim used to come out & be all "Grr, arrgh! I'm a Monster" and was booed. But he's wrestling a guy people despise waaaaay more than Jim. So Jim's gonna get a couple cheers for the fact that he's not Ragin'. And plus he gets a few more cheers because, well, he's awesome. Some love his in ring abilities, some love his passion for Star Wars, some for what may be in those trunks of his. But then there's the people boo because they remember Jim bein' all "Grr, argh!" and the bas stuff he did. And plus his whole "giving up" thing might be kinda funny, but most competitive people are rather turned off by it. So yeah... that's his reaction.[/ramble]

JH: This will definately be an interesting match for sure, Thomas.

TM: If it's even a match at all. Jim'll probably just lie down be pinned 1-2-3.

Michael Anderson makes his exit from the ring & referee Logan Black makes the signal and...

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

Ah, the ring bell. It's a noise that takes me back... back to my childhood. I suppose I left some of you hanging with my experience & am certain some of you want me to continue that.

But you know what? This is gonna be a good match. I'm actually gonna try this time. So screw the silly stories of sister & the ring bell for the time being. We got a match to do.


TM: Hell yeah!

Shut up.

TM: Sorry.

The two stand in their corners & have theirselves one of those good ol' fashioned staredowns. Well, somebody must've forgot to tell Jim. Because while Ragin' gives the evil eye in Jim's direction, Jim keeps lookin' around the arena, moreso at the ring entrance. But Ragin' interrupts his train of thought by yelling "Hey O'Toole! I'm over here!" Jim snaps his concentration back on Ragin' & the two behemoths begin to circle one another. They Tie-Up, AND JIM SHOVES RAGIN' RIGHT ONTO HIS ASS!

JH: Oh my! We might have ourselves a match after all!

But Ragin' palms his way back to his feet, charges Jim and connects with a-

TM: LARIATOHHHHH!

JH: Loks like we won't have a match after all. We had a glimpse of the Jim of old, but I guess it was just that.

Ragin' grabs himself a handful of Jim's hair & brings Jim to his feet. With a boot to Jim's midsection, Jim stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle. Ragin' reels back and nails a HUUUUUUUUUUGE Right hand! And a HUUUUUUUUUUGE Left! Another right! Another left! Stiff chop! Uppercut!

JH: Holy hell! What punishment Ragin's dishing out!

BUT JIM SHOVES RAGIN' RIGHT OUT OF HIS FACE! Jim yells "Come on! You can do better than that Mister Fuckin' Slam!"

JH: *gasp* Did you see that?! Jim just shrugged off all of Ragin's offence & is begging for more!

Ragin' nails a boot into Jim's midsection, grabs another handful of hair & rakes Jim's face across the ropes! He lifts Jim's face back from the rope & slingshots him into the ropes. Jim charges back RIGHT INTO A POWERSLAM FROM THE THREE TIME WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! But rather than go for the pin, Ragin' swivels around, rolls Jim onto his belly, and yanks back on Jim's arm with a Fujiwara Armbar!

JH: Fujiwa-wait!

Ragin' slides his arm under Jim's & applies a nerve hold onto Jim's jaw!

JH: RUSSIAN CLAW!

I think. Mark, if that's not how you do it, my apologies. But for the time being it's the Russian Claw. Referee Logan Black kneels down & gets at face level with Jim. He asks if the former Monster wants to call it a day, but y'know, kinda hard to talk when somebody's grabbing your jaw. Especially when it's a nerve hold. "Tap out, you stupid sonofabitch!" Ragin' screams into Jim's ear. But rather, Jim turns his eyes away from Ragin', away from Logan Black & looks up at the entryway.

TM: Why do you think Jim keeps looking up that way?

JH: You're asking me on what goes through the mind of Jim O'Brien? You'd have to ask a Psychiatrist. Or Exorcist.

And as painful as it is to watch, Jim reels his arm back & grabs ahold of Ragin's ankle. Jim roars a mighty roar & yanks it back.The former UEC holder then twists in in positions in which ankles just are not meant to be twisted! Now Logan Black rushes into Ragin's face & asks if he wants to tap out! "Argh! I'm the one with the submission hold applied, Black!" Ragin' screams. Then Ragin' releases quite the growl himself & yanks back even tighter! But Jim slides his leg under him AND BEGINS TO CLIMB TO HIS FEET!

JH: Amazing display of strength & tolerance on Jim's part!

TM: Well odds are Ragin's got that Russian Claw locked in wrong anyway. No wonder Jim can power right through it.

Jim gets to one knee, as does Ragin' who's trying desperately to keep Jim grounded but is failing miserably. But after all the force Ragin' applies to keep Jim down, Jim makes it to his feet with a great responce from the crowd!

JH: Jim's fighting back & the crowd's loving it! I wouldn'tve thought that of all people, Jim would be a fan favorite here tonight!

Ragin' twists on Jim's arm some more, walks him back to the ropes & slingshots him into the ropes. Jim runs back RIGHT INTO A SLEEPER HOLD FROM RAGIN'!

TM: SLEEPAH!

JH: WAIT!

Jim grabs ahold of Ragin', LIFTS HIM UP & DELIVERS A BACK SUPLEX! Ragin' grabs the back of his head & rolls to a knee. He looks on shocked as he sees Jim climb to his feet & yell "Come on! I thought you were the best!" Ragin' sneers and gets back up to his feet. He powerwalks right up to Jim & nails a Stiff Haymaker! And another HUUUUUUUUUUGE Right! Ands a Forearm Shot to Jim's jaw! Jim stumbles back a step, looks back up at Ragin & gives... quite the unimpressed glare to Ragin'. Visibly pissed off, Ragin' grabs Jim by the back of his head & nails a Throat Thrust! Another Right! And an Elbow Strike! BUT JIM NO SELLS ANY OF IT! Rather, he places his hands on his hips and yells "Is that all you got!?" [/i]

JH: Oh my God! Ragin' is throwing down lefts, rights, forearms & elbows and Jim isn't affected by any of it!

Ragin' takes a few steps back AND CHARGES JIM! AND RAGIN' NAILS A STIFF FUCKIN' LARIAT! NO! Jim ducks the Lariat, grabs Ragin' around the waist AND THROWS RAGIN' TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!

JH: AHHHHH! HE'S BACK! THE MONSTER'S BACK!

Jim rolls onto his feet while Ragin' clutches at his back. Jim looks himself over, then at Ragin'. Jim then screams at the top of his lings "FUCK THIS! AND FUCK YOU!" to which the crowd in the first handful of rows who can hear Jim explode. Cause he said "fuck." That's a bad word. Hehe. Jim aggressively grabs Ragin' by the scruff of his neck. Then tucks his head under Ragin's arm and wraps his arms around Ragin's waist. And with ease, JIM PLANTS RAGIN' ON HIS HEAD WITH A-

JH: SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE SUPLEXAHHHHHHHH!

Jim grins an evil grin as he watches Ragin' wither on the mat. He cockily lies back on Ragin' and Logan Black makes the pin...

[align=center]ONE!!!!!





TWO!!!!!





THR - RAGIN' GETS A SHOULDER UP!
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JH: As strong & as powerful Jim is, it's gonna take more than a couple of suplexes to take Ragin' out.

Jim climbs back up to his feet & sees that a certain Natalya has made her way to the apron. She yells & protests to Logan Black about... erm... something. That's a pretty thick accent she's got. It's Jim related. Jim did say some pretty bad words. She must be on the board of the FCC or something. But Jim isn't too pleased about it a whole lot, regardless what she's saying. He walks up to the apron AND GRABS A HANDFUL OF NATALYA'S HAIR! Her once angered & aggressive face turns white as a ghost and grows even more fearful when Jim gives quite the evil grin & says "You want some fun with the plums, Natasha?!" JIM THEN REELS HIS HAND BACK ONLY TO BE SPUN AROUND BY RAGIN'! RAGIN' REELS BACK & NAILS AN ELBOW SHOT RIGHT ACROSS JIM'S CHEEK! Jim stumbles backwards and gets nailed in the head once again with another Right from Ragin'! Ragin' connects with a boot to Jim's stomach, applies a Front Chanecerie, LIFTS JIM UP & DROPS HIM ACROSS HIS KNEE! NO! Jim slides behind Ragin', locks his arm around Ragin's head AND TOSSES HIM BACK WITH A HELLSPLEX!

JH: HELLLLLLLLLLSSSPLEXAHHHHH!

Jim then rolls Ragin' onto his belly & locks his arms around Ragin's & his hands behind Ragin's head. Or in other words...

JH: GRIZZLY LOCK!

But that brave young woman that is Natalya climbs back onto the apron & screams bloody murder, distracting referee Logan Black from a possibly tapping out Ragin'. I said "possibly." Never said he was going to. Nonetheless, Jim looks over his shoulder & sees this happening again. Jim groans & releases the hold on Ragin' and walks over towards Natalya. But this time, Natalya is a little more confident and she yells at Jim like a russian maniac. Jim just smiles & points over Nattie's shoulder. Natalya looks over AND GETS YANKS FROM THE RING APRON! Natalya turns around AND STEPS RIGHT INTO A DECAPITATING SUPERKICK FROM-

JH: KENDRA! IT'S KENDRA!

With stealth like a ninja did Kendra run out & take care of Natalya. Ragin' has since gotten some of his bearings together & has just witnessed what's happened. And he's not the happiest guy in the world, to say the least. He climbs up to his feet, turns Jim around and

NAILS A HUUUUUUUUUUGE ELBOW STRIKE RIGHT OFF OF JIM'S JAW! Jim stumbles backwards but Ragin' falls to a knee, pulls Jim forward AND CONNECTS WITH A LOW BLOW! But referee Logan Black is too concentrated with Kendra Norton!

JH: NO! NOT THIS WAY!

Jim grabs at those plums like they've been shot with a bazooka. But isn't as concentrated on them for long as Ragin' swivels behind Jim AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A SCHOOLBOY PIN! Logan Black hears the impact on the mat & rolls to the pin...

[align=center]ONE!





TWO!






RAGIN' GRABS AHOLD OF JIM'S TIGHTS!



THREE!

DING! DING! DING!
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JH: Dammit, not this way!

MA: Your winner of this match... RAGIN'!

"That's What They All Say" blares over the PA as Ragin' climbs to his feet & pretty much stumbles out of the ring, trying to get as far away from Jim O'Brien as he possibly can. Out of fear? Nah. Ragin' ain't skurred of nothin'. Though, Jim does look to be rather pissed off.

JH: After all that, after the amazing comeback Jim made tonight, it was all lost.

TM: I'll give Jim credit, he nearly ripped Ragin' a new one.

JH: Nonetheless, I wouldn't want to be in ragin's shoes.

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

JH: We're gonna get to our main-event in a heartbeat or two, but we've just been informed that next week's main-event have already been signed.

TM: And what a crap-fest it's sure to be.

JH: Stop that! It's gonna be a huge match-up. Former Slammer Ragin' is gonna main-event his first-ever TNT!

TM: Reason number one it'll be a bore-fest.

JH: And he'll go one-on-one with none other than Dante Coles! The man he's had some apparent dislike towards.

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TM: Ragin' dislikes everyone! But Dante's reason number two that it'll be a bore-fest.

JH: You're impossible!

The house lights fade, casting the entire arena in darkness as soft strings and piano raise up through the speakers. The soft music continues to rise until smashing guitar chords crash into the system, setting off altering blue and soft white lights throughout the darkness! The smashing chords lead right into Ana Johnsson's "We Are" as the TNTtron lights up with images TNT's newest best friends forever.

JH: Well, it's time for six-person tag team action, Thomas. You ready?

TM: Of course, I'm ready! How can you ask me that question when it's these two getting ready to come out?

[align=center]Keep watching from your picket fence
You keep talking but it makes no sense
You say we're not responsible but we are
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Nadia Kassle and Kennedy step out onto the stage to a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd. The ladies pause on the stage, staring out among the crowd before turning their attention back towards the curtain. On cue, General Manager Madison Lee steps out onto center stage, glancing at each lady before commanding them towards the ring.

JH: It appears Nadia and Kennedy are not coming to the ring alone tonight.

TM: Oh wow-ee! Check out that dress on Madison. And the stocking… mmm mmmmm mmmmm!

JH: Calm down, Thomas. It'll be okay.

TM: I love it! Can this right here just be the main-event. Forget everyone else!

MA: The following main-event is a six-person intergender tag team contest! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by the General Manager of Tuesday Night Throwdown Madison Lee… NADIA KASSLE AND KENNNEEEDDDYYY!!!

[align=center]You wash your hands and come out clean
You fail to recognize the enemies within
You say we're not responsible but we are
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All three ladies ascend towards the ring, blocking out the fans on either side that have their opinions to voice. Kennedy and Nadia both sit in the middle rope, allowing Madison to enter the ring with ease. Nadia motions for Kennedy to follow after, which she does. Nadia then places her hands on the top rope and turns, facing out with her back to the ring. She looks each way through the crowd and flips back, over the ropes to land, gracefully in the ring. Kennedy and Nadia scale either turnbuckle, Madison in the center to show them off to the millions.

TM: The things I could do with those three, Jonathan.

JH: You wouldn't last five minutes with them. I'd be willing to make a wager on it.

TM: And I'd be willing to find out if you're right or not!

JH: Can we please focus? The past couple weeks for this trio haven't been the greatest. Nadia has lost her last three contests, two of which were to Kailey Lane.

TM: And then Kailey screwed her over again by letting that Slam reject cheat like crazy to a victory last week!

JH: Kennedy, on the other hand, has been having a good time using Carlos Kane to do her bidding against Swytch.

TM: Hey! She is not using Carlos Kane. They are simply two of TNT's biggest stars coming together to rid us of Swytch. And they've come darn close. The past two weeks they've left that freak laying in the ring.

[align=center]We fade to black as static comes over the PA followed by a raio styled voiceover as the intro to "We Major by Fort Minor" hits the PA
AND NOW FOR OUR FEATURE PRESENTATION
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
HISTORY IN THE MAKING, MOST INCREDIBLY
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
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN
We burst passed building after building glass shattering and falling to the floor as we accelerate towards the end of the road
YOU ARE NOT READY
We screech to a grinding hault 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.
COZ THIS RIDE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN
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.
SIT DOWN AND BUCKLE IT IN
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.
FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT WANNA KNOW WHAT WERE ALL ABOUT
Explosions shoot up from behind the wall of monitors engulfing everything in flames.
IT'S LIKE THIS YALL
Flames engulf the monsrous wall of monitors as it displays that unmistakable logo, that representation of the best that's ever done it.
Posted Image
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.

Forget about all the things you heard before
'Bout time that we're kicking down the door
Everybody's gonna hit the fuckin' floor
Please Hype don't hurt them anymore


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.

So just listen up there powder-puff
Better believe I'm not playing
You can love, you can hate
But don't mistake it everybody's saying it


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 teps 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: Speak of the devil.

MA: Their tag team partner… from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… he is the Franchise Playa, the Ultimate Endurance Champion… CARLOS "THE HYPE" KAAAANNNNE!!!!

TM: No matter how many times I see that entrance, I NEVER get tired of it. It's amazing!

JH: Amazingly long.

TM: It reflects… no, nevermind. I won't say it.

JH: You are disgusting, Thomas. Literally repulsive sometimes.

TM: I didn't say it!

Carlos heads toward the trio of ladies, the Hype liking his corner at this moment in time. The same can't be said for Nadia, who turns her back to the Franchise Playa, resting her arms across the top rope and deciding to battle wits with the front row fans as Kennedy, Carlos and Madison have a private discussion.

JH: There you see more of the conflict within the Trio. Kennedy is very focused on the Dual Crown Championship, the current champion and Carlos Kane. Nadia Kassle… well, she couldn't care less about the ordeal and wants to rid this company of the woman she helped bring back.

TM: Nadia's a fixer. One of TNT's many current problems is Kailey Lane sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. That's in Kennedy and Nadia's business.

JH: I think Kailey belongs in that business. It is the reason she was trapped to a contract in the first place.

"Defy You" begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring. Showing a more serious side, Kailey remains concentrated, only occasionally acknowledging the crowd. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then moves to her corner to psyche up. Carlos Kane toys with the woman, trying to spook her with fake advances that Tony Clarke keeps at bay.

MA: And their opponents, first from Nashville, Tennessee… KAILEY LAAANNNE!!!!

TM: Oh! And here she comes now. Tsk. I can't believe the audacity of this woman.

JH: She's just doing her job, Thomas!

TM: Her job is NOT to ruin a wonderful friendship!

JH: Uh… you mean the one Kennedy and Kailey had before Nadia came along?

TM: NO! I mean the one between Kennedy and Nadia! Best Friends Forever!

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

MA: Her partner, making his way to the ring from Los Angeles, California, he weighs in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds… DANTE COOOOLLLLEESSSS!!!

JH: For all you ladies out there, we've got some bad news for you. Word has it Dante Coles has gotten engaged over the weekend. Our congratulations go out to him and his fiancé.

TM: You're worse than Teen Beat, Jonathan! And how'd this guy find a girl willing to marry him?

JH: He's not you, Thomas. Dante is actually adore by women.

TM: And you. You wet your panties over him, Jonathan. That's gross.

The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Reaching the ring apron he walks to the corner then climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arm up to the roaring crowd. Dante hops into the ring and steps down to find an anxious Hype trying to get in his face. Tony Clarke holds the man back as Kennedy and Madison also try to calm the caged beast down. Dante just holds his arms out to his side, asking Carlos to bring it whenever he's ready.

JH: You heard Dante's words last week. He does not like Carlos Kane anymore than the Hype likes Dante.

TM: Da Hype bes hatin' on dat man. Belee dat!

JH: What did you just say? Nevermind.

TM: I don't know what I said anyways. I forget it that quick.

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.

[align=center]"Help me if you can
It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired
So could you please..."
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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.

TM: Ugh. I was hoping this freak wasn't gonna show up.

JH: What made you think he wouldn't?

TM: Eh. Figured he get another beatings from Kennedy and Carlos.

JH: Swytch is here for revenge, and I think he's gonna get it.

[align=center]Help me understand why
You've given in to all these
Reckless dark desires
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Staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin. He treads down the walkway to the ring, stepping along the apron to the corner where he starts to climb. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle.

MA: And their tag team partner, from Odessa, Texas, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds… he is the Dual Crown Champion… SWWWYYYYTCCCHH!!!!

TM: I agree with you about one thing.

JH: What's that?

TM: Swytch is gonna get it. But I don't think it's revenge.

[align=center]You're lying to yourself again
Suicidal imbecile…
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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.

JH: An interesting mix of talent out here for tonight's main-event, Thomas.

TM: Not just a mix of the people. But a mix of personal problems.

JH: That's true. You've got the problems between Swytch, Kennedy and Carlos, which we documented. As well as the problems with Kailey, Nadia, Kennedy and Dante. And then, of course, the Dante/Carlos rivalry that appears to be building slowly between those two.

TM: Dante wishes he could be like the Hype.

DING-DING

Madison takes her exit as the bell sounds, signaling the start of the match. Before a decision can be made as to who will begin the match, Swytch sprints from his corner and BEHEADS BOTH CARLOS AND KENNEDY WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!

JH: I bet he doesn't want to be Carlos Kane right now!

TM: AH! Kennedy!

Nadia stands, stunned, at what just transpired in front of her eyes. She gathers herself and throws a kick at Swytch, that is caught by the champion! Swytch takes Nadia's legs out from under her and starts spinning! Nadia's screams sound out as Swytch puts the Big Swing on Nadia! He releases and watches Nadia sail into the canvas before tumbling from the ring!

TM: What the heck was that?!

JH: The big swing, Thomas!

TM: A ridiculous move used by a ridiculous champion!

Kennedy and Carlos both get to their feet and Swytch decides to get his hands on the one with a better figure. That'd be Kennedy. He grabs a hand full of hair, Kennedy's screams now sounding out! Thankfully her partner in crime is good at the saving stuff. He pops Swytch in the jaw with a right hand, causing the champ to release the lady.

Carlos fires another right hand off the side of Swytch's face. The DC finds himself backed up by the God DC. For the record, Dante and Kailey have retreated to the apron, as have Kennedy and Nadia. Carlos backs Swytch into the ropes but finds a knee placed in his midsection from Swytch! Swytch runs through, landing an Irish whip on the Hype as he does. Hype rebounds and GETS SMACKED WITH A SPINNING WHEEL KICK!!

JH: Beautiful wheel kick from Swytch!

TM: *mimicking* beautiful wheel kick. Meh, you are so annoying!

Swytch is back on his feet instantly. Carlos sits up and takes a CRACKING blow to the mouth courtesy of Swytch's foot! He drags the Hype and gets caught in a headlock. Hype snaps his hips and drags Swytch down to the canvas in a flash with a judo hip throw!

TM: Ah! There's a thing of beauty! The Hype with an amazing Judo Hip Throw, taking the momentum back in a heartbeat!

Carlos keeps the pressure around Swytch's neck, looking to drain some of the energy from his foe. He quickly switches it up, throwing a front facelock on Swytch as the champ attempts to fight back to his feet. Carlos pushes off the canvas and flips over into a bridge, cranking Swytch's neck in the process!

TM: Oh my God! The amazing submission ability of the Hype! It baffles me sometimes how great he is!

JH: He does have some amazing quickness to his submission applications. A useful skill in there. But Swytch is tenacious. I hope Carlos is ready for it.

Tony Clarke gets down in Swytch's face, asking if he wants to give up but Swytch has no intentions of calling it quits so early into this contest. Carlos pushes back off the canvas, flipping back to his knees with the facelock still applied. He drags Swytch up and throws him over with a snapping suplex! Carlos immediately kips back up to his feet!

He drags Swytch up into a seating position DRIVING his elbow into Swytch's neck/shoulder area and locking in a simple sleeper hold! He immediately throws Swytch's arm up and changes into a side-chock, that Swytch begins to fade under the influence of.

TM: Uh-huh. Check that shizz out, Jonathan. No one else even needed to come out. Swytch is already fading. Da Hype is killing him softly with his song.

JH: Hey, that was quite a hit back in the day.

TM: Shut. And. Up.

Tony Clarke grabs Swytch's arm, raising it into the air… No! Swytch twitches, accidentally popping TC in the face as he already snaps back to reality. Swytch struggles to his feet, shocking Carlos Kane with every movement to his legs. Carlos refuses to release the hold and Swytch THROWS Carlos over with a modified snapmare type counter to the side choke!

Carlos scrambles back to his feet and rushes in with a lariat!!! No, Swytch ducks! The DC hooks Carlos's throat up and kicks the Hype's legs out under him, DRIVING HIM INTO A FULL BACKWARDS FLIP AND PLANTING THE HYPE FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!!!

JH: The Sun Doesn't Rise! That's a rarity to see from Swytch!

Swytch immediately drops to a cover on the Hype.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


Kick-out from the Hype!
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Swytch drags the Detroit native back up to his feet and lifts him up into the air. The crowd watches in amazement as Swytch holds the two hundred and thirty-five pounder into the air. He twists as he drops him back down to the canvas with a twisting vertical suplex (get it?)!

JH: All the blood rushing to Carlos' brain before he's slammed back down into that canvas. A very valuable move from Swytch.

TM: *mimicking* very valuable move.

JH: Would you stop that?

Swytch gets back to his feet, lining up the Hype before sprinting off the ropes… and getting tagged on the back by Dante Coles! Swytch stops in his steps and glares at his tag "partner". Dante just climbs into the ring and moves in on the UEC as Tony Clarke tells Swytch to leave the ring. Hesitant, Swytch does just that, not happy at all about it.

JH: Here comes Dante into the match. Let's see just how insignificant he is the Carlos Kane now.

TM: Oh! After Swytch beat him down? That's not fair.

But if is fair. Dante doesn't even touch Carlos. Instead, he waits. Waiting for Carlos to get back to his feet, which Carlos slowly does. Carlos shakes his head clear and turns…

The two men lock eyes, neither making a move. Until Carlos breaks the staredown but… backing to his corner. Carlos tags in Kennedy and shrugs his shoulders, casually stepping out onto the apron as Kennedy stares at him in awe.

JH: Would you look at that? He's scared to face him now!

TM: Scared?! The Hype is not scared, Jonathan. It's just not worth his time.

JH: Oh, yeah. Okay. Right.

Kennedy has a bit of a verbal debate with Carlos, asking him why the hell he would tag her into the match. Carlos ignores her, completely uninterested in the match now. Tony Clarke argues with Kennedy, telling her to get into the ring. Dante's had enough and grabs Kennedy by the hair, flipping her into the ring!

She hurries back to her feet, catching a boot in the stomach from Dante! He follows that up by whipping her into the far neutral corner and rushing in WITH A STINGER SPLASH!!! He backs out of the corner as Kennedy, dazed, stumbles towards him. He hooks her up and TOSSES HER OVER WITH A HALF HATCHED SUPLEX!!!

JH: Dante, a ball of fire, is out for his revenge!

TM: Oh my God! Can you believe what he just did? That poor woman who's marrying a woman beater.

JH: This is a match. That's gonna be a marriage.

TM: Yeah, but Jonathan. From what I hear, Dante has beat this woman up a time or two. My knowledge on the subject isn't extensive but from what I hear, it wasn't pretty.

Dante gets back to his feet, just in time to find Madison on the apron, yelling at him. TC rushes to her but Dante's quicker, grabbing at air as Madison leaps off the apron to avoid suffering the same fate as Kennedy. He yells down at the devil in a blue dress as TC gives her the dreaded warning point. Dante turns around RIGHT INTO A LOW BLOW!!!

Tony Clarke turns around at the exact right second… well, right for Kennedy. It's the exact wrong second for Dante as Kennedy rolls him up with a small package!


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NO! DANTE JUST KICKS OUT!!
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TM: Ha! First she hits him in the small package, then she rolls him up with one!

JH: You're a childish man.

TM: If you mean happy and carefree, then yes.

Kennedy can't believe and looks to Nadia and Carlos for help but neither have a lot to offer. She assists Dante in his climb to his feet, stinging a chop across his bare chest! Dante sells the chops, turning back into another one! She boots him in the stomach next, grabbing him in a front face lock, kicking her leg and GETTING THROWN OFF!

JH: Kennedy was going for that DDT but it was much too early. Didn't wear Dante down enough.

TM: Dante was just lucky to react quick enough.

Dante advances on her but Kennedy evades his grasp, ducking behind him and locking him in a waistlock. No, she drops to the canvas and rolls him up with a school girl!


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Another kick-out from Dante!
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Dante growls in frustration as he gets back to his feet, but Kennedy's right there. She grabs his wrist applying an arm wringer and hooking him up. She DROPS him back with a Russian Leg Sweep! Or she would have if Dante didn't kick his leg out, flipping Kennedy over with a modified monkey flip!

He drags her back up, pushing her back into the turnbuckle and raising his fist! But he never strikes the woman, mostly because she uses the ropes to pick herself up and dropkick Dante in the chest! He stumbles backwards just a pinch, allowing Kennedy to drop her feet on the second turnbuckle and LEAP OFF WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!

TM: Look at the aerial display by Kennedy!

JH: It was a simple flying clothesline. The most basic of the aerial displays. Besides, you hate high-flying moves!

TM: Not Kennedy's. They're a thing of beauty.

Kennedy stands, taking a bow for her clever thinking. The crowd boo her vanity, causing her to wave them off with anger. She turns around RIGHT INTO A SPINEBUSTER FROM DANTE!!!!! He springs back to his feet with impressive agility before quickly locking in a Sharpshooter!

No, actually Kennedy scrambles to the near ropes, locking her arms around them so he can't pull her away. TC quickly counts for Dante to release the attempted move and he does. Kennedy pulls herself up with the safety of the ropes and moves back in, GETTING TAKEN DOWN WITH A DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN!

TM: Ah! Give her a break!

JH: It’s a match, Thomas!

Dante doesn't stop there, he turns, locking Kennedy up in a Liontamer! She immediately screams out in pain at the torque put on her back! Nadia isn't gonna let this happen and makes her way into the ring! But Kailey is there to cut her off! She ducks a clothesline attempt from Nadia, locking her up into a half nelson before applying her famous Camel Clutch! Kailey then kicks Nadia's feet out from under her, riding the Lady to the canvas and putting submission in from a grounded position!

So it's up to the God DC to save the day, which he does… n't. He makes his way into the ring, only to find his head nearly knocked off with a shining wizard from Swytch… No! Swytch locks his legs around Hype, locking him up with a Triangle Choke!

JH: Oh My God! Look at this! Dante's Inferno on Kennedy! Nadia feeling some Southern Discomfort and Carlos being Welcomed To The Strange!

TM: Aah! What the hell? Someone save Kennedy before she has to tap out!

Kennedy is indeed on the verge of tapping out but it doesn't matter because TC is going crazy at the many illegal participants in the ring. He focuses on Kailey first, threatening to DQ (something different?) if she doesn't let up the move and leave the ring! Being the gracious young woman that Kailey is, she grudgingly releases the hold to keep her teammates from losing.

Next up is the clown freak! TC pleads with Swytch to release the hold once a DQ threaten doesn't work. Swytch isn't even paying attention, gritting his teeth as he tries to squeeze every last ounce of life from one of his tormenters!

TM: Oh God! Look at Swytch! He's trying to kill Carlos!

JH: Swytch is a man possessed! He's out of his mind!

Dante doesn't let up his Inferno the entire time, his eyes wandering to Swytch and his inadvertent distraction to Tony Clarke. Unfortunately, he isn't the only one who's noticed! Nadia steps into place, CRACKING DANTE IN THE FACE WITH A SHUFFLE SIDE KICK!

JH: Das Boot from Nadia! She just saved Kennedy's hide!

Nadia grabs her back in pain from the Discomfort of the Southern variety. But here comes some more as Kailey sprints into the ring and SPEARS NADIA THROUGH THE ROPES!! The ladies tumble to the ringside, Madison scurrying out of the way! Tony Clarke is going crazy, threatening to DQ Swytch if he doesn't let up. But his attention becomes distracted from the fall the ladies took. He doesn't know what to do!

Madison climbs onto the apron while TC is distracted, swatting at Swytch's heat! Little damage it causes but Swytch doesn't like it. He relinquishes his hold on the barely conscious Carlos, his eyes landing on Madison. She remains on the apron, screaming at the uncaring individual. Suddenly a smile comes over Swytch's black lips.

TM: Ah-ha! Look at that! He is human after all! Who could resist Madison in that dress?

Swytch climbs to his feet, grin still on his face as he moves towards Madison. His eyes never blink as he gazes at the woman. She realizes all too late that his "flirty" grin is actually a "your skull would be so pretty cracked open in my palms" grin. She gets it when he grabs a handful of her hair!

Thankfully for the GM, Kennedy spots the trouble and rushes over. She grabs Swytch's arm, spinning him around. Dumb move! Swytch releases Madison and SHOVES KENNEDY to the canvas with both hands! She suddenly realizes the trouble she's in and backs away, colliding right into Dante!

JH: Uh-oh! Kennedy's finding herself caught between a rock and a hard place.

TM: I bet I know which one's the Rock.

JH: Is that some kind of crude joke at how Kennedy claims Swytch wants her?

TM: Uh, no! Duh.

Kennedy drops to the canvas and rolls from the ring, holding hands up in the infamous surrender. Swytch and Dante exchange glances with one another as Kennedy moves around the ring, keeping distance between herself the two.

Meanwhile, Nadia and Kailey are still at ringside. The two girls are exchange blows with one another. Nadia gives up on the never-ending battle, lowering her head only to drive Kailey back-first into the apron!

TM: Oh wow! These two are still going at it!

JH: This match seems to have broken down into chaos! Kennedy's being eyed by Dante and Swytch, Carlos is barely conscious, and now we have a lady brawl on the outside.

TM: Lady bra?! Where?!

Kailey favors her back just long enough for Nadia to boot her into the stomach! She grabs Kailey by the wrist whips her hard INTO THE AUDIENCE BARRICADE! Kailey hit’s the barricade and tumbles over into the laps of the front row fans! Nadia pats herself on the back (mentally, she isn't Trish Stratus) and moves in on her prey.

Grabbing a handful of blonde locks, Nadia pulls Kailey back up. Kailey breaks the hold and FIRES an elbow strike across the jaw of Nadia! The impact drives Nadia far enough back for Kailey to climb onto the rail. Nadia turns RIGHT INTO A FLYING LOU THESZ PRESS! Kailey immediately lays in the right hands on her opponent!

JH: Look at Kailey go! She doesn't care if it's a legal contest or not! Her and Nadia have unfinished business!

Back inside the ring, Swytch is playfully calling Kennedy back into the ring. The sinister grin across his black lips not exactly winning her over. Dante doesn't want to mess around. He exit’s the ring, causing Kennedy to rung off. Dante immediately gives chase! He turns the corner and GETS BEHEADED BY CARLOS KANE!!!

JH: What the hell?! Where did he come from?!

TM: Where? More like WHEN?!

JH: Carlos, obviously recovered, knew exactly where to be!

TM: It's the teamwork Kennedy and Carlos have! They're amazing together!

Kennedy revels in Carlos' handiwork, a big smile on her face as Carlos stares down the insignificant one. But Kennedy's stupid because Swytch is still in the ring. He reaches over the ropes, grabbing a handful of Kennedy's hair! He drags her onto the apron, her screams bringing Carlos back to reality! Carlos dives into the ring but Swytch releases Kennedy and deals with the current threat. He meets Carlos' advance with a Yakuza Kick!

Swytch spins around, just Kennedy comes off the top rope SPIKING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A HURRACANRANA!!! Suddenly Kailey comes rolling in the ring, courtesy of Nadia! The Russian leaps onto the apron and finds herself now the legal participants as Kennedy tags her unexpectedly.

JH: Well, looks like every individual of that side now has their turn.

TM: What did she do that for?! Dante's still legal!

JH: Dante's laid out here on the outside. That lariat looked sick!

TM: Turned him inside out! Pictures for that wedding are gonna be horrid!

Nadia shrugs her shoulders and moves into position. She flips over the top rope, DROPPING A LEG ACROSS THE THROAT OF KAILEY! She immediately goes into the cover but TC won't count it. He shakes his head no, telling Nadia that she has to pin Dante.

Nadia doesn't look happy at this news and takes a stand… and now she takes a step back as she spots Swytch getting to his feet. Before Swytch can even think about moving in against Nadia, TC cuts the man off, telling him to get back on the apron.

JH: Tony Clarke, finally getting some order restored. Kennedy's on the apron, Nadia's legal… and everyone else, bar Swytch, is laid out!

TM: No, Dante's getting back up.

Glazed look over his eyes, Dante is moving back onto the apron. He gets his footing, only to have it pulled out from under him, via Madison! Dante's face SMACKS into the apron and he's down again!

JH: Dammit! That's why you have to watch Madison Lee!

TM: I LOVE watching Madison Lee!

TC finally gets Swytch out onto his corner as Dante shakes his head clear. He pulls himself back up, looking around for any more problems coming his way. And one is coming, in the form of Nadia! She baseball slides… well, not into Dante because he moves! He grabs Nadia's legs and drags her from the ring and… slaps her chest?

TM: INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHING!

JH: Heh. A rather unorthodox version of a chop. At least he didn't strike her.

TM: A slap IS a strike.

JH: He could've given her a heart punch.

TM: *gasp* He wouldn't dare!

Dante slides back into the ring, finding Kailey just getting to her feet. She shakes her head clear, assessing the situation. She finds just herself and Dante in the ring. She apparently asks who's legal as Dante points toward Nadia outside the ring, tending her to sore chestular area. Kailey shakes her head and bounds to the apron, sticking her hand out.

The crowd go crazy and Dante looks around, impressed with the reception the Tennessee Sweetheart is getting. Dante shrugs his shoulders, never one to disappoint and slaps the outstretched hand!

JH: Alright! Now we're gonna see it all legal.

TM: Legal is definitely better! I don't like it illegal… anymore.

JH: Not since the charges?

TM: Damn skippy.

Kailey steps into the ring, just as Nadia ducks back in under the bottom rope. She stops short when she spots who's standing center ring. Eyeing the corner she spots that Kailey is obviously the legal participant now. Nadia has no qualms about stepping up to the woman who's bested her two weeks in a row.

JH: Things are getting tense now. Nadia and Kailey coming face to face. These two have quite the history already built between them and it's ever-growing.

TM: There's definitely no love loss between these two.

Some trash talking can be seen exchanged between the two ladies but Nadia ends all that by striking Kailey with a right hand! Kailey comes right back with a forearm shot to Nadia! Right-hand from Nadia-- No! Kailey blocks it and nails another forearm shot! Another! Another! Another! Kailey backs Nadia into the ropes and whips her out! Nadia reverses and Kailey hit’s the ropes, ducking a clothesline and she waits! Nadia spins around, getting powered up and SLAMMED with a standing spinebuster!

Kailey makes the cover, hooking the leg!


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THREE!!!





NOOO! NADIA JUST KICKS OUT!
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JH: A very close near fall from Kailey there!

TM: She was never gonna finish Nadia so easily!

Kailey pulls Nadia back up but Nadia rakes the eyes of her adversary! A boot is firmly placed in Kailey's midsection via Nadia and the starlette scoops Kailey across her shoulders with ease! Without hesitation, Nadia swings Kailey's legs around and SLAMS HER DOWN WITH A SIDEWALK VARIATION!

TM: The Russian Roulette! 1-2-3 this one is OVAH!

Nadia does indeed make the cover to find out if Thomas is right! A hook of the leg is done in hopes of securing the victory.


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TWO!!




THREE!!!




NO!!!!
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Dante gets into the ring just in time to drag Nadia off of the cover! Nadia bounds to her feet, getting in Dante's face with a snarl. Dante isn't the least bit intimidated by Nadia's fury. Suddenly he's grabbed from behind and DROPPED ON HIS NECK WITH A TIGER SUPLEX '85!!!

TM: THE FRANCHISE!!! DA HYPE IS BACK!!!

Dante rolls from the ring, grabbing his neck in pain. Carlos heads out after him, or would if Swytch didn't meet him with a knee to midsection! Swytch locks Carlos up and SPINS IN A FULL CIRCLE, PLANTING CARLOS TO THE CANVAS!!!

JH: The Misery Chord now to Carlos Kane!

Swytch puts the boots to Carlos, driving the Franchise Playa outside to join Mr. Insignificant. Swytch doesn't even have time to register the boot being placed in his stomach from Kennedy! Kennedy leaps into the air, throwing a leg over Swytch's neck and DRIVING HIS FACE INTO THE CANVAS!!!

TM: Haha! There's a face plant for you! The Clincher! From Kennedy! Pfft! Fear him! Doesn't look like it to me!

Kennedy sends Swytch outside the ring with the pile and follows behind. She helps Carlos to his feet, assisting him away from the mess of bodies as Kailey slowly regains her footing inside the ring. She spots the problems on the outside just a split second before Nadia rolls her up from behind! Tony Clarke, for once, is where he should be!


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TWO!!



THREE!!!
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TM: HA! She did it! She did it!

JH: Oh my God! I can't believe it!

MA: Here are your winners… CARLOS KANE, KENNEDY and NADIA KAAAASSSLLLE!!!

Kailey springs off her shoulders just as Nadia rolls from the ring. A giggles comes from Nadia as she heads to the walkway, joining Kennedy and Madison helping Carlos along. Kailey glares after the foursome as they celebrate their victory.

JH: Dammit. Nadia was able to capitalize on the numerous distractions there at the end.

TM: That was a thing of beautiful, Nadia! Just like you!

Kailey stands in the ring as Madison and the trio gloat over the victory, all the while Kailey talks some of her own trash, begging them to bring it back to the ring. No such luck, Kails. Dante manages to make it back to his feet, hand rubbing the back of neck as he realizes what just transpired. He climbs back into the ring… err, no. He's yanked back out!

JH: Hey! Wait a minute!

Dante splats to the mats, dazed as the crowd goes crazy at the man standing over him. The most hated man in FIW history, Ragin'! The Master of Rage bounds down on Dante with hard stomps to the back, neck and head! He roughly drags Dante to his feet and throws him back-first into the barricade and before sending some stomps into the man's stomach!

TM: What the hell is this bastard doing out here?!

JH: Usually I don't agree with the use of that term. But in this case, I'll make an exception!

Ragin' continues his assault, opening up on Dante a flurry of right hands upside his head. The strikes drive Dante further and further down into he's laying on the mats! Ragin' doesn't let up, moving into a mounted position, holding Dante's head in place as he continues to put a hurting on his opponent for next week!

TM: You know what this is about, Jonathan! You know what it's all about!

JH: It's about next week and that big one-on-one encounter!

TM: And it's about Dante reminding everyone of that victory he holds over Ragin'! You never do that to someone as proud as Ragin'!

Ragin' eventually ceases his assault, rising to his feet to take in the adoration of the live arena. Which, as you could expect, is anything but adoration! Ragin' seems to feed off the disgust thrown in his direction. He throws one final kick into the ribs of Dante before finally backing off the superstar!

TM: Oh man! If looks could kill, Jonathan!

JH: With a mugging like that, after Dante's already suffered a huge match, you don't need looks to kill! This is despicable!

TM: Well, next week it's Dante Coles vs. Ragin' and as much as it disgusts me to say this, I can't wait to see Dante put this sorry excuse for a human being out of my misery!

JH: It'll be one-on-one, it'll be face-to-face and it'll be next week!

The camera closes in on Ragin's face as he stares down at Dante, the crowd hating every since second of it as TNT comes to a close.

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