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Tuesday Night Throwdown; November 22, 2005
Topic Started: Nov 23 2005, 12:12 AM (171 Views)
Lita Maivia
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Big crowd pop for the return of dark matches! Whoo!

Katie Hudson: Well, Mark, here we are commentating a pre-show warm-up match. Kind of a nice change of pace from chasing down an interview, don't you agree?

Mark Deveraux: Actually, Katie, no, I don't agree. I could be watching Alex Evans get ready for his match tonight through a peephole, but that's another story.

Katie: Peephole? Where?

Mark: Oh, the one I ma..er, found just outside his locker room.

Katie: *whispering* Show me later?

The Announcer's microphone begins crackling across the arena, temporarily interrupting the commentary.

Katie: I saw our two contenders backstage earlier tonight. I don't think you will have trouble finding eye candy, Mark.

Mark: *sitting up in his seat, his interest piqued* Oh?

Announcer: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND HAS A TEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT. INTRODUCING YOUR FIRST CONTESTANT, ALREADY IN THE RING...

Mark: Now, how did I miss that?

Announcer:... WEIGHING IN AT 215 POUNDS AND STANDING AT FIVE FEET ELEVEN INCHES...

Mark: Oooo, yum! Tall, dark, and spicey!

Announcer:... FROM GILROY, CALIFORNIA, AMBROSIO CAMARILLO!!

Mark: Oh, yes! Ambrosia of the Gods! Just look at him!!

Katie: Oh, I am, I am.

The beat of drumsticks reverburates throughout the arena as Devil's Dance Floor by Flogging Molly begins. Soon the tin whistle is making a merry tune, the drums follow suit and then all heck breaks loose, musically that is.

From the stage, a woman with long auburn hair lifts her skirt and dances a jig in time to the music as she makes her way to the ring, waving and smiling to the fans.

Mark: What IS she wearing???

Katie: Apparently, a long skirt, a corset, a poofy shirt...

Mark: I can SEE that! Does she not realize how cumbersome that skirt will be when the match begins?

Announcer: AND HAILING FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, STANDING AT FIVE FEET EIGHT INCHES AND WEIGHING 170 POUNDS, KAMMIE O'ROLLE!!

Once in the ring, Mark's worry of the skirt is proven unfounded as the young woman pulls up the front of her skirt..

Mark: No! My eyes!!

... and tucks the hem into her belt.

Katie: Oh, hush! She is wearing tights under there. And some rather awesome boots. I will have to ask her where she found those.

The music fades and the timekeeper hits the bell. Ambrosio is slow to move, not sure what to do against a woman in a skirt. Kammie uses his hesitation to her advantage and charges at the man. She hits him in the gut with her shoulder and keeps going, throwing him behind her.

Katie: Ambrosio finds himself on the mat early.

Mark: My kind of date!

Kammie runs to the ropes and pushes off, back in Ambrosio's direction, obviously having a plan in mind. He ruins the plan though as he is on his feet and takes two steps closer than she had figured on. He sweeps her off of her feet, throwing her over HIS shoulder.

Mark: We'll they are even. Say, who is the heel here and who is the face?

Katie: *shrugs* They are both from California, home of fruits and nuts, so who knows? I am sure we will find out soon enough.

Ambrosio grabs a booted foot and begins twisting it the wrong way. Kammie turns over on the mat, trying to ease the strain on her limb, but that only serves to make things worse. Ambrosio goes to the mat and applies a scissor lock to the leg of Kammie. Flat on her back, and writhing in pain, the Referee moves in to ask her if she wants to continue.

Katie: Ambrosio Camarillo pulls out the first submission move of this match.

Mark: I'd submit to him!

Katie: No doubt. Let's see if Kammie O'Rolle feels the same.

Kammie shakes her head to the ref, making it plain that she intends to remain in the match. She grimaces in pain and tries to wriggle free but Camarillo has the hold pretty well locked in. Grasping for straws, she bends the knee of her free leg and kicks hard at the man. Her kick lands well, hitting his ribs hard and knocking him back, freeing his hold of her. Kammie gets to her feet and hops to ropes, giving herself a minute to check her leg.

Camarillo does not want her to have that minute though. He runs at her, plainly planning on clotheslining her over the ropes. Kammie sees it coming and plants her feet squarely, bending her knees as she ducks. Catching him low, she tosses him over the ropes and he falls hard on the outside mat.

Katie: Wow! Had to hurt!

Mark: I'll kiss his boo-boos for him.

Katie: Neither opponent seems able to get the upper hand here.

Mark: Oh, upper hand, just imagine...

The Ref starts his count on the barely moving Camarillo as Kammie watches on, still testing her leg.

[align=center]ONE!

TWO

THREE
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Camarillo gets up and shakes the stars away from his eyes.

[align=center]FOUR![/align]

He grabs onto the apron and pulls himself back into the ring... and right into a nasty kick to the knee from Kammie. He falls to his good knee while she swings her leg around to kick him in the face. Ambrosio falls to the mat, one hand on his knee, the other on his cheek.

Katie: Well, Kammie came out on top that time.

Mark: *waving a hand at Katie* Eww, stop! Mental picture! *gags*

Kammie smirks and hits the ropes, bounding back to the fallen man. She lunges toward him and he suddenly spins on his knee, kicking his bad leg out, taking Kammie off of her feet. She slides to a stop across the ring.

Mark: Oh, there we go! Leg sweep from the hunk of goodness! That should give him a second to regroup.

It does indeed give the man a moment and he rises to his feet, shifting his weight back and forth, testing out his knee. In the corner, Kammie pushes herself up and turns around just in time to see Ambrosio hurdling her way. The force knocks her back against the turnbuckle, her head bashes against the cushioned metal, and she slumps to the mat. Ambrosio wastes no time and drags Kammie's prone body out further into the ring. He then heads back to the corner and climbs the ropes.

Katie: Ah, time for flying it seems. Perfect situation for it.

Mark: All that goodness and he flies, too? sighs Fly the Ambrosio Skies!

Ambrosio leaps off, his elbow aiming for Kammie. No! She rolls away and Ambrosio lands hard on his elbow. He writhes on the mat holding his arm, obviously in pain.

Mark: How the...? I thought she was out for the count!

Katie: What have I told you about thinking?

Not out at all, Kammie marches to the turnbuckle closest to Ambrosio and climbs to the top. She leaps off and lands feet first on Ambrosio's already sore knee. He folds up, not sure which pain to yell about first.

Katie: Good move on Kammie's part. Hitting him again where he hurts.

Mark: I like the keeping him horizontal part, myself.

Quickly catching her balance, Kammie moves behind Ambrosio and rapidly hooks his bad arm between her legs, squeezing as tightly as she can. She reaches for his good arm and holds it close to her body then she rolls over, pinning the man's shoulders to the mat.

The Referee moves in for the count.

[align=center]ONE![/align]

Katie: Oh, nice come back for Kammie there!

[align=center]TWO!![/align]

Mark: I do envy her position!

[align=center]THREE!![/align]

Katie: And our first pin of the match ends it. Kammie showing promise there as she has success with a Diving Double Foot Stomp and a Grounded Crucifix.

Mark: I suddenly want a burrito, or maybe an enchilada...

Announcer: AND YOUR WINNER, IN FIVE MINUTES, 32 SECONDS, KAMMIIIIIIIIE O'ROOOOLLE!!!

Katie: A great start to the night, Mark, if you ask me.

Mark: I enjoyed myself, that's for sure.

Katie: It's time to go live on FX and Sky Sports now, so we're out of here.
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

With Sean on the floor, desperately trying to free himself from the cable, Hype lords over him from on top of the stage, AND YANKS ON THE CABLE, PULLING SEAN OFF HIS FEET AND HANGING HIM OFF THE STAGE!!! Sean dangles there, frantically trying to untangle himself as Hype leans back, pulling Sean higher and higher, hanging him right there for the world to see!

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dante doesn't get a moment to rest as both women drag the Icon to his feet, they put in a double front facelock before they gazing out among the crowd that know damn well's a good time to boo. The ladies both raise their outside arms to the air before DROPPING DANTE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DOUBLE DDT!!!

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

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

[align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wake Up!

*Whispered* Wake up
[/align]

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!!

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hype gets in an errant fist that smacks straight off Sean’s nose and staggers him backwards several feet. He teeters on the tray before re-gathering his bearings, and charges at The Hype! He looks to bury his shoulder into Kane’s chest but instinct sets in and Hype hooks his arms around the Knight, throwing him over his head with a Belly To Belly! Sean flies through the air... crashes into the rig, severing it’s remaining connections, sending both The Black Knight and the mass of metal spiralling toward the ground. Sean lands first, the rig, second!

Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!!

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


[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

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

JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Tuesday Night Throwdown! We are live, emanating from the Greensboro Coliseum in Greensboro, North Carolina!

TM: Is it time yet, Jonathan? Is it?!

JH: If you're asking about Nadia's Red Carpet Treatment, which you've been asking about all day, no it's not.

TM: Dammit!

JH: That's later tonight, Nadia presenting another Red Carpet Treatment, this week to the Dual Crown Champion Swytch!

TM: I don't want to see Swytch! I just want to see Nadia! I saw her modeling some outfit choices for her show tonight and Yowza! I can't wait to see what she picked!

JH: But that's not all we have tonight. We've also got a huge main-event match up here tonight.

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

TM: Yeah, for once in my life I'm hoping to see Dante Coles just destroy his opponent here tonight and get his arm raised in victory!

JH: Dante Coles taking on Public Enemy #1 in the form of Ragin'. These two have never liked each other and that's only continued to boil at a fever pitch as Ragin' stuck his nose into Dante's match at Relentless and then ended up here on Tuesday Night Throwdown, via Madison Lee purchasing his contract off Jack Manson!

TM: I don't know what Miss Lee was thinking. But I can definitely excuse her, that's for sure! Maybe she'll be willing to make it up to me.

JH: I highly doubt that! But let's get right into the action tonight, Thomas. Up first we have a debuting superstar. Extreme Ninja #2 taking on Alex Evans. And Alex has use to score a victory here on TNT. So this is sure to be a great encounter.

TM: Great? That idiot Ninja didn't even know he was wrestling this match until yesterday! Alex is gonna DESTROY that freak!

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]

…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…

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

…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.

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from King’s Beach, California, weighing in at 211lbs, ALEEEEEEEEX, EEEEEEEVAAAAAANSSSS!!!

JH: Evans is set to welcome one of TNT’s newest competitors.

TM: And one of the weirdest. Have you seen this guy, he carries around an Etch-a-Sketch.

JH: Oh he does not.

The tune of classic kung-fu music echoes through out the P.A. speaker and soon “Ninja" kicks in.

[align=center]"Damn I wish I could be a Ninja"

“Damn I wish I could be a Ninja"

“Damn it feel good to see people up on it"
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As the music continues to play smoke fills the arena and a mysterious cloaked figure walks out. A few of the fans dressed up like Ninjas begin to cheer on their hero. Slowly the cloaked figure raises his head to have the hood fall off and reveal his Ninja mask. The rest of the fans cheer on Extreme Ninja #2 as he pumps his sign proudly up into the air. “Eat your vegetables!" the sign reads as he charges along the entrance ramp before he hops over the top rope. After entering the ring Ninja sets his sign in the nearest corner to him and disrobes himself. Awaiting for the match to begin.

TM: Eat your vegetables? What the hell is that about?

MA: And his opponent, from Detroit Michigan…

TM: He’s a ninja from Detroit?

JH: Shhhh.

MA: …weighing in at 180lbs, EXTEEEEEEEME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

Richard Kelly brings both men together in the middle of the ring to explain the rules. The Ninja nods along with each instruction as Evans just stands there, arms folded across his chest, glaring at the costumed clown before him. Richard steps away and moves toward the ropes, but before he can even signal for the bell, Alex throws a boot into the Extreme one’s gut!

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

The match officially begins and Alex is off to a slightly premature start as he pulls EN into an Irish Whip that sends him hurtling into the far ropes. He rebounds straight into a running clothesline from Evans that drives him into to the canvas, and Alex is quick to capitalize by hopping over his fallen body and hitting him with a quick standing Moonsault!

JH: Alex is off to a phenomenal start.

He takes the Ninjary one by the head and pulls him back to his feet, laying a few chops across his chest as he backs him into the ropes. He whips him across the ring once more and follows into the centre of the canvas, waiting for his masked opponent to barrel back into his arms so that he can snap him over with a harsh Powerslam!

TM: He’s got the flippy floppy stuff, he’s got the power, Evan’s has it all.

JH: It’s impressive, certainly, but it’s early days yet.

He fires a few boots to Extreme’s gut before turning to the crowd and throwing his arms out to the side, a cocky grin plastered on his face. It sours though as he realises that they aren’t showering him with the awesomeness he deserves, so he turns his attention back to his opponent. He looks for another boot, but it’s caught by the Ninja and Alex finds himself Dragon Screwed to the canvas!

JH: Never turn your back on a ninja.

Alex tumbles to the ground and the Extreme one rolls to his feet. He stalks his prey for a moment, waiting for him to bring himself up to one knee before charging in and cracking his foot against Alex’s head with a Spinning Wheel Kick! Once more Evan’s tumbles to the mat, but manages to regain his bearings and quickly gets back to his feet. He turns to see the Ninja running towards him once more, but no! #2 rushes past him and leaps onto the second rope. Evan’s turns round, just in time to see Ninja crotch hurtling toward his face! He tries to drag the Cali native down into the canvas with a Leaping ‘Rana, but Evans holds onto his legs, spins round toward the centre of the ring and sits out, planting the Extreme one with a Sit Out Powerbomb! He scooches into the cover!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kickout!!!
[/align]

JH: Nice counter from Alex there, that was a close one.

Alex argues with Kelly for a moment over the closeness of that call, but eventually turns his attention back to his fallen opponent. He takes him by the back of the head and drags him to verticality, smacking a palm across his masked face before shooting him into the ropes. Ninja rebound and Alex Flapjack’s him into the air, switching to an X-Factor as he brings him crashing into the canvas!

JH: EVAAAAAN’S OPENIIIIIIIINGUUUGHHH!!!

He goes for another pin!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Thre -- No!
[/align]

Alex is pissed now, and he let’s the ref know. He gets all up in Kelly’s face, arguing the three but Ricardo ain’t having any of it.

TM: That was so a three.

JH: I don’t believe it was.

TM: Who cares what you believe!?

JH: Evans is wasting valuable time here. He’s letting Extreme Ninja regroup.

Alex finishes arguing with the ref, deciding he’s getting nowhere with it, and turns back to the Ninja…who rolls him into a pin!

[align=center]One!

Two!

Kickout!!
[/align]

JH: Oooh, that was close!

Alex scrambles to his feet, fuming over the near loss and spins round…right into a Dropkick! Evans staggers back and drops to the canvas, clutching his face and checking his nose for blood as the Extreme one signals to the crowd that it’s all about to end, and they cheer him on as he points to the set of ropes running parallel to his downed opponent.

JH: I think it’s about time to mark out!

TM: Urgh, like anyone would mark for this freak.

The Ninja charges the ropes, leaps onto the bottom rope and flies backwards with a springboard Moonsault, crashing into Alex’s prone body!

JH: That’s one!

TM: What is this? Sesame Street? One, two, three moonsaults, mwahahahaha!

The Ninjery one is back up and charging off to the opposite set of ropes. He leaps onto the second cable this time, springing backwards…and landing on his feet as Evans rolls out of the way!

TM: HA! One moonsault for you.

JH: EN scouted though, he’s landed on his feet.

That he has. He turns to Alex slowly rising. He gets to a knee, and the Ninja takes off once more! He dashes into the ropes behind Evans, rebounds off and comes charging toward back towards him. He steps up into his back and…No! Evans rises quickly as he feels the foot on his spine, knocking Ninja #2 to the canvas as the Cali native rises groggily to his feet.

TM: Do you think there’s a number one?

JH: Hmm?

TM: Is there an Extreme Ninja number one?

JH: This match is nearing it’s thrilling climax and you’re asking me that?

TM: It’s a valid question!

Alex turns round just in time to see his opponent taking to their feet. Ninja groggily turns himself and comes gut to boot with Evans! The second most extreme of ninjas is doubled over and Alex hooks him into a Fisherman and hauls him up onto his shoulder!

TM: NOW it’s time to mark out!

Alex spins and drives the Extreme Ninja into the canvas with the…

JH: BIG AIR DRIVAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!

Alex makes the pin…

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three!!!
[/align]

TM: He did it! Alex wins!

MA: Here is your winner, AAAAAAAALEX EEEEEEEVAAAAAAANS!!!

“Personal Jesus” blares out through the speakers as Evans regains his feet, the crowd showering him with boos and jeers as he throws his arms up victorious. He moves over to his fallen adversary and kicks him a quick kick to the ribs, before making his way through the ropes.

JH: Disrespectful. Ya hate to see it.

TM: Oh don’t be such a pussy.

JH: Whatever. Next up we have some footage that was taped earlier in the week. Take a look at what the new International Champion Bill Kuriyama has been up to!

[align=center]Dododododo... deet dododododo... deet... dododododoDODODODODODODO DO DODODODODO DO DODODODODODO... dododododo...[/align]

But enough of Darude's Sandstorm, which is banging over some speakers. Now we're concentrating on a much sexier source of hotness. Bill Kuriyama, dressed in a green silk button down shirt that shows off his sexy shaved chest and a pair of black slacks with a black belt and silver buckle. He plucks his drink (presumably a Long Island) off the counter and takes a drink. He checks his watch, and sighs. He looks to the cameraman and raises an eyebrow.


BK: Why the hell are you here?

The camera moves in what we can only assume is a cameraman shrugging.

Cameraman: You do cool things. People wanna see the cool side of Bill Kuriyama more. You're at a nightclub with hot music and hot chicks, in a hot outfit.

BK: What? What the hell, are you starin' at my sausage, man?

Cameraman: No! Dammit... Madison told me to come. It's for a DVD or somethin', or your entrance video, I don't know.

Bill sighs and shakes his head, but mid-shake notices someone weaving his way. The cameraman turns to see what's got Bill's attention. Strappy, sandal-y dress shoes move up into clean black pants and a tight midnight blue spaghetti strap tank top. Of course, it's not the tank top that grabs his attention, but what's behind it. ... er... who. Who's behind it... *shifty eyes* A strikingly hot woman. Yep. I'm sorry, ugly people go to clubs. They really do. It's how they propogate. This one isn't ugly. A face made for magazines and hair kinky and sexy enough to be in the sequel to Coyote Ugly. She has a seat directly next to Bill.

Mystery Hot Girl: A naked pretzel.

Drink names are awesome. The barman agrees as he mixes her drink and sets it on the bar in front of her.

MHG: Thanks.

She takes a drink, then turns and looks at Bill, who has unconsciously been staring at her.

MHG: Is that a pose, or do you always sit like that?

BK: Wha?

He shakes his head.

BK: Um... right. No, yeah... I mean... it's comfortable.

She laughs, and it's not one of those horse laughs that screams "RUN AWAY!! RUN AWAY IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!!!" Bill continues talking to her.

BK: I'm Bill Kuriyama.

She smiles.

MHG: Melanie Halstead. Nice to meet you.

Bill nods and smiles a little bit.

BK: Yeah, certainly is. The, ah... North Carolina club scene leaves something to be desired.

Melanie: *nodding* Yeah. Definately. The most fun I had tonight was in the bathroom.

Bill's eyes widen and he snaps his gaze back to her.

Melanie: Er... it's just 'cuz one of the sinks was broken. Spraying water everywhere.

She points to her top, which has got plenty of watery splatters all over it. Bill examines the evidence with a keen eye, then nods.

BK: Yeah, OK. Heh. Got a little worried there, for a second.

He smirks and looks back out over the crowd.

Melanie: I could tell. Otherwise I would've continued explaining.

BK: Yeah, I figured. I was just throwing in some filler, since I wanna keep talking to you but don't know what to say.

Melanie: Well why don't you tell me where you're from and what you're doing here? You definitely don't belong with these...

She flitters her hand at the crowd, and Bill chuckles.

BK: Y'know, it's a shit. I used to be great at talking to women. Any woman could walk up to me and I could chat 'em up all smooth-like. Didn't matter if I was interested, if I wasn't interested, if they were some long-lost relative...

Melanie raises an eyebrow, and Bill shrugs.

BK: Just sayin'. I'm gettin' all jelly-legs like some Lord of the Rings geek talkin' to Liv Tyler.

He shrugs, shakes his head, and straightens up.

BK: I'm... from New York, originally. I'm a wrestler with the FIW, so I tour.

He shrugs.

BK: We're in North Carolina this week.

Melanie nods, smirking to herself.

Melanie: I'm not from around here either. North Dakota. Not much better, really.

BK: Eh. I find small-town girls are pretty neat.

He smiles, one of those winning 'whee, lookit me get my confidence back' smiles.

Melanie: I take it your ex was a small town girl, and you guys are still on good terms?

It's Bill's turn to raise an eyebrow, but he doesn't raise it too far, lest he infringe upon some Rock copyright.

BK: Y...eah. Quite a leap of logic you made there. They educate you that well up in Midwest Heaven?

Melanie: No... it wasn't really a leap. You said you find small-town girls are pretty neat. And then you did that cute smile thing. That usually hints at some sort of good memory, you're old enough to have relationships--

Bill waves his hands, laughing.

BK: OK, ya caught me. Yeah, we're on good terms. She's pretty happy with her new man, and I'm... well, I'm in North Carolina.

He smiles again, laughing silently to himself.

Melanie: Well, I'm glad you're in North Carolina. Otherwise I'd... probably be on my way back to the hotel right now. Alone. And bored.

Bill chuckles.

BK: Hotel? You here on a business trip or somethin'?

Melanie: New job. Dream job. Just started.

BK: Well, hey. Congratulations.

He turns back to the barkeep.

BK: Get us another nekkid pretzel and another Long Island. We've got somethin' to celebrate.

The bartender does as he's told, since that's how he makes money.

Melanie: Thank you!

Bill shrugs.

BK: Eh. I'm rich. If I'm not spendin' money on my worthless friends, I might as well spend it on random girls who flirt with me.

Melanie: Oh, so you picked up on that? ... I'm glad.

Bill grins.

BK: The only way you could've been more obvious is if you'd been me. 'Cuz I was layin' it on THICK.

Melanie: You were?

She smiles and laughs jokingly.

BK: Yeah, I were.

He shakes his head, and the song changes from the uber-long Sandstorm to something Bill seems to know.

BK: Huh. Guess they started playin' this stuff in the states.

Melanie: Are you still feelin' jelly-legged?

Bill snickers.

BK: Nah, I'm good. You a fan of this music?

Melanie: Big fan. You have no idea.

BK: Huh. What is it with those small-town girls and their Darren Hayes...

She simply grins and pulls him by the hand to the dance floor. The cameraman watches them join the melee of groove thing shaking before we fade.

TNT cues to the gorilla position, where we find former multiple time-multiple champion Jim O'Brien (his list is just too long :P ). He jogs in place, loosens up, all the basic stuff in preparing for a defeat. But his train of thought is interrupted...

"Jim! Hey Jim!"

Jim turns his head and to his delight, finds his new pal Kendra.

O'Brien: Hi there. How are you on this fine day?

Kendra's a touch caught off guard by Jim's uber-politeness, especially since she's about to bring up...

Kendra: I'm okay. Look, I wanted to talk to you about last week. I-

O'Brien: Don't worry about it. I would've lost anyway. But I do appreciate you watching my back. That means alot to me.

Kendra: *confuzzled?* It's no problem Jim, but... You would've won. You tried and everything. *depressed* And I costed you the match.

O'Brien: That's crazy talk. Ragin's a former World Heavyweight Champion. I'm... Well... to quote the Con-Man, "Just look at me." He would've beat me anyway. Regardless, I tried and I failed. But if it's any consolation, I tried for you.

Kendra's stone heart melts as a smirk comes across her face. Nonetheless, as charming as it was, it's not what she was looking for.

Kendra: You at least got closer than you have been lately. But you can win this one.

O'Brien: Nah. BK's on a hot streak. He'll rip me a new one.

Kendra: Ugh... Well, maybe if you tried it'd be a different story.

O'Brien: Have you not heard a word I've said over the last three weeks? Did you even hear what I had to say in my interview? I-

Kendra: *gettin' a little fiery* Jim, cut the crap, would'ja? Honestly, I've been just so disappointed in you. You used to be something. You meant something. Doesn't that matter to you?

O'Brien: That time's over, Kendra.

Kendra: Bullshit. If you actually gave a damn, maybe you would've beat Ragin' last week. And if you gave a damn, maybe you'd still be the Ultimate Endurance Chmapion.

O'Brien: *quote angry* You shut the fuck up. The reason I lost that Ultimate Endurance Championship was because I gave too much a damn. I thought I was on another level than everyone else. I thought I meant something. But what happened? I get choked out in the middle of the ring by Carlos Kane. That's what happens when I care, Kendra. That's what happens when I give a precious damn. I lose.

Kendra: *with a somewhat defeated tone* Well not caring isn't winning you anything either.

O'Brien: Yeah, I know. At least it's not painful. *lowering his head, then looking back up* I'm sorry for having gotten angry, but you have to understand-

Kendra: I understand enough. I understand... That I put faith in the wrong people. First Kennedy, now you. Sorry for believing in you, champ.

Disgusted, sorrowful, angered, whatever. Kendra makes her exit from the scene, leaving Jim to his lonesome. And boy, is he not pleased. He looks over to the guys at the desk of the gorilla position and growls...

O'Brien: My match better be fuckin' next!


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JH: Up next is the second match of the night as the brand new International Champion Bill Kuri-

TM: Oni was robbed.

JH:-yama goes head to head with Jim O’Brien, who has had a slump of sorts.

TM: That’s an understatement, Jim has been as the kids say “teh suck” lately.

“Myself” by Taproot plays unfamiliarly over the P.A. system however as soon as the ‘Tron springs to life the fans realize who it is, Jim O’Brien. Jim walks out from behind the back with no special arena effects and once again in rather plain looking ring attire. A few fans seem to even give Jim a few sympathy claps and cheers though most are still hating on him.

TM: Just look how pathetic losing the UEC has made Jimbo feel. The very life that once twinkled in those eyes is long gone replaced with nothingness.

JH: Well I’d imagine if I had to watch George Lucas’ directing as many times as he has I’d be brain dead too.

TM: Hey the new three aren’t that bad.

JH: Tell me you can sit through without cringing the love scenes in Attack of the Clones and I’ll call you a naughty liar.

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.

JH: The champ is here!

TM: Pfft don’t copy John Cena.

JH: Pffft Cena copied Samoa Joe.

TM: Pffft Joe copied some Puro guy who’s name I can’t even begin to try to pronounce.

JH: Yeah but that’s Puro, so who really cares?

MA: This is scheduled to be a standard United States rules singles match for one fall to the victory. The referee of this contest is Logan Black. Introducing first…Hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio he weighs in at 310 pounds and stands at six feet and seven inches. He is a former two time FIW Dual Crown Champion, a former FIW Spirit of Honor Champion and a former FIW Ultimate Endurance Champion…He! Is! JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM OOOOOOOOOO’BRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIENNNNNN!!!

Most of the fans boo at MA saying Jim’s name while like always there are a few fans who cheer the heels and cheer Jim on.

MA: And hailing from New York City, New York…He weighs in at 259 pounds and stands at six feet and five inches. He is a former Fighting Spirit Champion and current reigning Tuesday Night Throwdown International Champion…He! Is! BIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL KUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMAAAAAAA!!!

Bill unhooks the belt from around his waist and lifts it up over his head as the fans in the front row throw streamers sending them flying all over Bill Kuriyama’s corner. The rest of the fans not lucky enough to be close enough to toss their streamers or weren’t smart enough to bring some simply cheer Bill on.

JH: I think it’s quite obvious the fans are happy seeing Bill with FIW gold once again.

TM: Well I suppose it’s better than Slam having the belt still…

JH: This certainly should be an interesting interaction too. Bill has been on quite the roll since returning to the TNT ring and Jim has steadily been less and less on a roll.

TM: It’s just bad luck is all, I swear I think Silent Rage’s spirit is haunting Jim and cursing him.

JH: But…Rage isn’t dead, he just retired.

TM: Right, don’t you know any thing Jon? There were three Silent Rages.

JH: What?

TM: Yeah the first one died, the second one had it’s heart implode from steroids and then the third was a drunk who couldn’t take the pressure and retired. Duh, all us “insiders” know that one.

JH: Uh huh…

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Bill rushes forward and goes for a Close line only for Jim barely managing to duck it. The IC champ stops dead in his tracks and rears back his arm for a back elbow smash but for the second time Jim ducks in time. Jim and Bill then proceed to do this several more times as Bill swings his arm forward and then backward and then forward and then backward again. Each and every time Jim lowers his vertical base to avoid the strikes. After a good few minutes of this both men are bent forward panting as they rest their hands on their knees.

JH: Bill can’t even manage to hit one strike on Jim at all!

TM: See people, Jim isn’t completely gone yet I mean that’s pretty talented to duck those strikes. Considering Bill is two inches shorter than Jim even more so.

JH: I must admit though Jim seems to have been off his game lately it does seem like this match so far he’s starting to get back into old form.

Suddenly Bill’s and Jim’s eyes meet each other and how worn out the other looks at the moment. At exact same time Bill and Jim deliver monstrous Lariats nearly taking each other’s heads off. The fans clap and chant trying to rally strength for Bill Kuriyama to get back to his feet. Though still slightly out of breath Bill stumbles up to his feet and lays in wait for Jim to get to his feet. Shortly afterwards the drive less Hoss grabs the middle rope and uses it to push himself up to his feet.

JH: Both unloaded quite stiff Lariats, however it seems like Jim is feeling the affects more than Bill.

TM: Actually I think it is a combination of the Lariat and him avoiding so many of Bill’s strikes. Not easy ducking so much and so quickly at that too.

JH: Jim better be careful though as it looks like Bill is ready to attack again. If the so called Monster of TNT isn’t careful Bill could get the upset win over him.

TM: Yeah well Bill’s an idiot doing this.

JH: How is he an idiot? He is just trying to win the match, Jim would probably attack Bill if the tables were switched.

TM: But if Jim did it, it be okay.

JH: That makes no sense.

TM: Exactly!

On wobbly legs Jim turns around and comes face to face with a Roaring Forearm from Bill Kuriyama. It only causes O’Brien to stagger slightly and quickly Bill runs towards the right sets of ropes. Like a bolt of lightning he hurries across the ring and drills Jim from the right side with a Roaring Forearm. For the second time Jim staggers about but manages to balance himself as Bill charges towards the left sets of ropes. Bill bounces off the left sets of ropes and puts even more strength if even possible into the Roaring Forearm. Jim stumbles back and leans against the top rope behind him as his eyes look quite dazed.

JH: Furious Roaring Forearms! With each one Jim’s mountain of a vertical base slowly crumbles away!

TM: No! Jim! Stay up! Push yourself up off of those ropes and destroy Bill!

JH: I think Jim is too out of the game at the moment to be ready for Bill Kuriyama.

TM: This is Bill’s fault!

JH: How?

TM: Because he had to say those things he did this week at Jim, it got in Jim’s head and messed him all up!

Bill marches forward and chops Jim right across the chest, and as if this were the secret way to bring the old Jim back Jim O’Brien stands straight up. His eyes burn with a urge to destroy that was only seen few times in the Monster’s career. The International Champ is a bit unease by it as he takes a step back and then decides to fuck it and Knife-Edge Chop Jim across the chest again. This chop has no affect whatsoever on O’Brien and he replies to it with a flurry of slaps right across Bill’s cheeks. A few fans hoot and holler as Jim’s hands move quicker than they have in a long time as they slap Bill silly so much that the actual sweat on Bill’s head flies off it with each stiff slap in a mist like fashion.

TM: Jim is beating Bill like he was a red headed half Japanese step child!

JH: It seems like Bill’s chops have awoken the Monster that was sleeping within Jim.

TM: Look at those awesome flurry of slaps! Woo!

JH: We’ll see if this lasts like a flame on the candle or if it is the last burst of a flame on a match in the wind.

Jim winds back his right arm and pulls off the quickest and perhaps strongest slap right across Bill’s face. Kuriyama is sent right off his feet and down a mid-spin in mid-air before he drops to the canvas on his back. The former UEC charges the left set of ropes and bounces right off them before he leaps up right into the air. All 310 pounds of Jim O’Brien fall bottom of his back first onto Bill with a Running Senton Splash. With pounding his fists against the canvas to pump himself up Jim gets to his feet and backs away looking ready for another attack. With how he is crouching it appears he might just go for a Spear.

JH: Bill better look out, Jim is on fire and if he allows Jim O’Brien to get on a roll he might not be able to stop the beast of a man.

TM: Hehehe a Spear is coming Billie Boy’s way. Squash that bastard!

JH: I shudder to think what damage to Bill’s insides a combo of a running Senton Splash and a Spear from all 310 pounds of Jim O’Brien would cause.

TM: I’m freaking out in utter joy of what damage it’ll cause!

Like clockwork Bill Kuriyama crawls up to all fours and then slowly pushes himself up to his feet. He shakes his head slightly trying to get rid of the cobwebs as the fans attempt to warn of him of his fore coming doom in the form of Jim O’Brien. The King as his Crew calls himself either doesn’t hear them or ignores them as he turns right around to an on coming Pick Up Truck taking the form of at the moment the former Dual Crown champ. The fans fall silent in utter shock as Bill’s crew nearly all cream their pants in joy as in mid-Spear Bill grabs hold of Jim’s head and tosses Jim’s arm over his head. Bill reverses in mid-Spear it into a Snap Verical Suplex using Jim’s own velocity against him.

JH: OH MY GOD!

TM: IMPOSSIBLE!

JH: Bill though he felt some of the affects of the Spear manages to in mid-Spear reverse it into a Suplex!

TM: That’s not possible! That shouldn’t be possible! Damn it!

However due to taking some of the Spear Bill is too badly hurting to take advantage of his reversal. The International Champ is clutching at his rib cage and trying to gasp for air but with each gasp a sharp pain drives through his body as obvious by his expression. Slowly like a starving man crawling towards a plate of food to save his life Bill crawls towards the fallen Jim O’Brien. With one last ounce of strength Bill flings his arm over Jim’s massive chest which is quickly moving up and down.

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T-No~!
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With incredible force Jim O’Brien sits up causing Bill’s arm to drop to beside Jim O’Brien. Half the fans boo while the other half are in utter shock as Jim staggers up to his feet grasping at the back of his neck. Only using one arm Jim pulls Bill back up to his feet and then tucks his head under Bill’s arm pit. Like a Vice Jim wraps his arms around Bill’s waist and then snaps back and drives Bill down head first with a Northern Lights Bomb.

TM: SPIKE SUPLEX~!!!

JH: This could be it right here, hopefully Bill can some how summon the strength to get back into this.

TM: Pfft it’s pretty much over for the “Dork Machine Gun”. Heh, Dork Machine Gun, that’s a good one, gotta remember to write it down.

JH: Oi…Hey! Wait! Who’s that?!

TM: Uhhh Jim O’Brien and Bill Kuriyama?

JH: No you idiot, look at ringside!

TM: Hey you’re right!

The fans soon notice much like the announcers did two men hopping over the barrier and slide into the ring. As Jim gets to his feet and turns around the larger of the two men nearly takes O’Brien’s head off with a Short Arm Roundhouse Kick. The smaller one grabs Logan Black who is trying to stop them and tosses him right over the top rope. He isn’t done there as he grabs Bill and lifts him up to his feet and kicks him right in the groin before he tosses him over the top rope too. Then both men focus on Jim O’Brien who they drill with stomps and some more stomps. The larger man points to Jim and then to the turnbuckle saying some thing to his partner.

JH: Who are these masked men?! And why did they interrupt this match?!

TM: Whoever they are they ruined Jim’s win!

JH: Wait…don’t those builds…seem…familiar?

The larger of the two mystery men grabs Jim by his messy black locks and lifts him up to his feet. Quickly he gets behind Jim and bends forward slightly as he hooks his arms with O’Brien’s. In one simple movement the larger mystery man lifts Jim up onto his back preparing him for what most would say was a Verta Breaker. However the smaller mystery man is climbing up the turnbuckle in a matter of moments is to the top of the corner. Slowly the larger of the two walks towards the corner and in mid-walk the smaller one hops right off of the buckle. In mid-walking at the exact same moment nearly the smaller one Double Stomps Jim’s butt as the larger one drives him down in a Verta Breaker.

JH: DAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRRROOOOOOOUUUUSSSSSSSSSS~!!!

TM: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUCH~!!!

JH: A deadly combo move of the Verta Breaker and the Double Stomp!

TM: Hey look!

The larger of the two men kneels down as the smaller one rushes right towards him. Smaller mystery man climbs up his partner much like you would if you were going for a Shining attack however as he steps up to his partner’s shoulder the larger man stands up. The smaller one gets quite a bit of air as he hurries right off his partner and performs a slightly sloppy Swanton Splash to the fallen Jim O’Brien. As the smaller one rolls right through the move he pulls off his ski mask to reveal its Graver! And to no one’s surprise the larger one pulls off the ski mask to reveal a leather mask under it, Onikage.

TM: The Rejects! It’s the Rejects!

JH: Why in the World are these two attacking Jim O’Brien?!

TM: Maybe they were offended by Jim’s smell? Toby told me Jim hadn’t showered since he lost the UEC too.

Onikage continues to beat on Jim by kick at the lifeless body of Jim O'Brien to a few boos from the fans. Obviously they are a bit mixed feeling over this, on one hand they haven't forgotten what Jim has done in the past. On the other hand they certainly hate the Rejects with a passion. Onikage grabs the top rope and uses it to push using his feet Jim’s throat to choke him as Graver walks over and grabs the micro phone ready to speak.

Graver: Hey, fuckbags!

This, of course, riles up the fans for more hardcore fan-on-fan booing action.

Graver: So I dunno. You're people that like to know stuff, so I figured I'd clue you in on why we're beating up this sorry sad sack of shit's fat ass. I dunno about Oinky, but I've got two reasons. Reason number one...

Graver holds up a middle finger, which elicits more boos.

Graver: Kendra Norton. Bitch, my finger STILL hurts. Y'know? STILL. When I'm doin' air guitar, or throwin' up a deuce, I get pains. And that pain reminds me of YOU, Kendra Norton. Well, the quickest way to break a woman's heart is by crippling her man, so take a goooooood loooooong look, Kendra.

Graver moves over to Jim and JACKBOOTS him in the nuts! Graver: Huh!? How's that, bitch? Not gonna be ridin' his slide whistle anytime soon. Not gonna be sittin' on his bean bags, are ya!?

Graver throws ANOTHER boot to the groin of poor Jim O'Brien, causing him to roll over in pain.

Graver: And don't act like you don't do it. You stick his little lightsaber in your Sarrlaac pit every night and enjoy the fuck out of it. Don't let him fool you, that burning sensation ain't Force powers. Welcome to the wonderful world of STDs. Jim O' here's been around the block more times than JJ's asscheeks have been spread. Reason number TWO...

Graver holds up TWO middle fingers, smirking as the fans boo him even more heavily, while somewhere backstage JJ riots to himself.

Graver: Reason number two, you uncreative pansy... YOU STOLE MY ENTRANCE MUSIC. CHRIST! How unoriginal can you be!? Did you wanna be Graver that badly? You can't play off my success, bitch. You CAN'T. You'll never be Graver, and you know why? Because MY balls are INTACT.

THREE STRIKES TO THE BALLS!!! Ouchness. Jim's gonna be jacking blood for a week or two, my friend. Graver tosses the mic across the ring to Onikage.

Onikage: While my partner's reasons for what he has done are rather justified, I have my own reasons for beating you down like the dog you are.

Onikage casually walks over the fallen man and kneels down in front of Jim.

Onikage: You see for starters just because the Ordinary is as dead as a door nail doesn't mean it's goal is gone. I've simply been bidding my time for the past few weeks, seeing in more detail who deserved to be the first victim. And Jimmy boy guess what?...

The former SIC almost cracks a pleasant smile and playfully smacks with the back of his hand Jim's cheek as to wake him up.

Onikage: You passed with flying colors as the most deserving one. It has become apparent your drive is zero, your will power is softer than a homosexual at a strip joint, and your actual ability? That you've sent down the drain with hours upon hours of self-moping and watching Anakin get cooked like he was the food choice of the show on Iron Chef.

Onikage sighs and shakes his head as he stands straight up once again and cracks his neck back.

Onikage: My other reason...well that's quite the personal little reason of mine. You see I decided to take up the Straight Edge life style due to one thing in my life. Perhaps if I hadn't had this chain reaction I would've ended up like my partner in crime Graver. Or maybe I would've ended up a loser like all the people sitting here who can't do a damn thing for you Mister O'Brien.

The fans of course jeer and throw several insults at Onikage's way but he simply brushes them aside.

Onikage: You see this sole thing was...my father, now good ole daddy was such a great role model. Oh yes I can still recall the days when he'd spend his month's worth of pay rather than on silly things like food and supporting his family on drugs to shoot up his arm, on drinking till he had to be taken to the hospital and revived there. Also my father was a violent man, always seeking perfection from any one but him. And when that wasn't delivered he would beat on you, he would insult you. You see in the end my father pushed every one that ever gave a single bit of damn about him away. In the very end he O.D.ed a stupid, brain dead junkie who hated himself. Now while some of those things might not seem to add up with Mister O'Brien...

Onikage walks over to the side of Jim who is trying to get back up to his feet. Before he can even get a few inches up off the canvas Graver kicks his ribs sending Jim rolling back down.

Onikage: However think about it for one moment, Jim has pushed away any one who has ever cared about him. Jim has tried to drown his sorrows of being such a pathetic being with drinking. I see in Jim O'Brien's future what my father’s fate became. While I don't like Mister O'Brien no man deserves to die in such a pathetic and dishonorable way...so you see Mister O'Brien..

Onikage lifts up his foot and slams it down against Jim's head. His boot pressed against O'Brien's skull as Onikage applies more and more pressure.

Onikage: I'm going to help you, to enlighten you to your flawed ways. Even if it hurts me to do this, after it is for your own good...

With that said Graver gives Jim one last kick to the groin area to another series of boos from the fans. However the Rejects’ actions aren’t going unnoticed any longer as an army of security rushes down the plank like ramp way. The Rejects slide out of the ring and hop over the barrier narrowly avoiding security as it chases after them. The EMTs rushing out and checking on the beaten up Jim O’Brien.

JH: This is horrible and those two are psychos!

TM: I think it’s best if we go to something else. I don't even want to watch this anymore.

JH: I concur.

The cameras cut backstage to find April Lynn with the Fighting Spirit Champion Remy Barteaux in a quiet corridor of the arena. April lightly warms up for her upcoming contest as Remy just waits patiently to accompany the "girl who is [his] friend" to ringside. April abruptly turns to Remy, a solemn expression on her face.

April: Hey Remy…

Remy: Somet'ing wrong?

April: No. I just wanted to say, one more time, thank you. For everything.

Remy: Don' mention it, cher.

April: No, Remy, I have to. Because you have no right to be nice to me after that things I've done to you. So seriously. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for tonight.

Remy smiles politely at the girl who is his friend. All is quiet for a moment as Remy doesn't seem to quite know what to say. And now April is at a loss for words. Instead she reaches for her duster, hanging on a rack just behind Remy. Unfortunately, Remy misinterprets what's happening and moves in towards the girl who is his friend.

April startles slightly at his forward movement just as Remy realizes what's happening and quickly backs off.

Remy: Ah… uh….

The two stand frozen for a moment, Remy stammering for an explanation, April unsure of what to say or do. Slowly they both start to move in again…

Stagehand: April, you're up!

They both immediately back off again, glancing off-camera to where the stagehand surely just flew by. April grabs her duster of the rack, slipping it on before fluffing her hair out.

April: Right. That's us.

Remy: Mm-hmm.

Awkwardly the two head off-camera as the scene fades out.

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The house lights fade, being replaced with purple and gold strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the speakers. April steps out onto the stage, the Fighting Spirit Champion Remy Barteaux at her side. They stop on the stage, exchanging a look with one enough before heading towards the ring. Remy steps onto the bottom rope, pulling the middle one up to give April easy entry into the ring before following behind her over the middle rope. April moves towards the ropes, raising an arm into the air towards the fans as Remy politely applauds the girl who is his friend. She moves to the other side of the ring, doing the same. Facing the tron, she backs to the ropes, sliding the duster off her shoulders and sharing a few words with Remy.

TM: Ooooh, poor April Lynn is in for it tonight! She’s facing the undefeated Graver!

JH: He’s not undefeated, Thomas. He was beaten by both Bill Kuriyama AND Dante Coles--

TM: Shut it, Hitchen. Just… shut it.

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!"
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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.

TM: What the… hell?

JH: What, Thomas?

TM: Is Graver… blonde!?

JH: Well… it looks that way.

Indeed he is. 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 to grin at April. The music dies down, and Graver snatches Michael Anderson’s mic before he can let his rich voice coo at the audience.

JH: What disrespect!

TM: Would you shut up, Hitchen!? Graver’s obviously got something important to say.

Graver: Hey there, April.

The fans immediately fly into boos for Graver.

Graver: So, ah. I had a run-in with a bottle of dye last night. And some clippers, as you can see. I heard you dig blondes now, so… y’know.

Graver grins and swishes his locks like a fashion model.

Graver: Whaddya think? Dead sexy?

April rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

Graver: Ah, you know you want me. All the chicks do. But fuck that, I grabbed this mic to do some ring announcements. I figure, Oni’s little freak JJ can do ‘em, so can I, right?

He turns to the audience as though they’re gonna give him some support. Their reaction is obvious.

JH: I can’t believe this…

TM: Me either! Graver doing the ring announcements! What a treat!

Graver: Lllladies and gents, the following match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first… the beautiful! The gorgeous! The admirable! The dead sexy!

JH: This is getting ridiculous.

April sighs and rolls her eyes again, pleading Graver to get on with it.

Graver: The smoking hot! The unstoppable… GRRRRAVERRRR!!!

The fans boo Graver more than they’ve ever booed him before… OK maybe not, but still. It’s pretty loud. Graver has a good laugh.

Graver: And his opponent, getting her ass stared at by Remy Bartsimpson, APRIL! LYYYYNNN!!

April has obviously had enough of this, and DROPKICKS GRAVER IN THE JAW!! Graver splats against the canvas, and the bell rings!

JH: Well, that’s one way to start a match!

TM: Oh for Chrissake, Hitchen. If Graver’d done the same thing, you’d have criticized him.

JH: Yup. That’s why I’m the face commentator.

Graver scrambles back to his feet, and swings a punch at April. She catches it, and takes Graver back to the mat with a SNAPPING arm drag!

JH: Some great offense here from April Lynn!

TM: I’ll say! I’ll get in the ring with her… ANYTIME.

JH: Oh for the love of… did someone leave the King bot running?

TM: Very funny, Hitchen.

April maintains the lock on Graver’s arm and DRIVES a falling elbow into the shoulder joint! She stands back up… and lands another sharp elbow drop!

JH: A fierce attack from April Lynn, really working on Graver’s arm.

TM: Er… but why, Hitchen? I mean, it’s not like she has any other arm-related moves.

JH: Uh… good point, Thomas. Give the girl a break, though. She’s a blonde.

TM: True.

April grabs Graver by his new sexy blonde locks and pulls him to his feet. She begins to move in (assumedly to apply some sort of move), but of course gets punched in the chest!

JH: Oh, already with the feel copping!

TM: Nonsense! He just punched her!

Graver watches April’s boob jiggle with the force of the blow, then “slaps” it in slow-motion.

TM: OK, NOW he’s copping a feel.

JH: Despicable.

Almost immediately, Remy jumps up onto the apron, getting ready to enter the ring. Michaela is right on it, telling him to back off and get out of the ring. Graver notices Michaela distracted, and takes the opportunity to JAM a double axe handle into April’s throat!

JH: Dammit! Come on! Remy’s down here to HELP April, not hinder her!

TM: If the ref didn’t see it, Hitchen--

JH: Shut up, yank.

TM: HEY!

April immediately starts coughing and gagging. Graver looks around, then throws on a loose, sloppy sleeper, JUST in case Michaela is watching. She isn’t, as Remy is trying to get her to look at the mischief behind her back, and as we all know, that NEVER works. Graver again takes advantage and plows a few knuckle-pointed fists into April’s head. April sags in his arm, and Graver returns to acting like he’s got a keen submission in. He looks to notice that Michaela is STILL bickering with Remy, who finally drops off the ropes, disgusted as April RINGS GRAVER’S BELLS WITH A BACK KICK!!!

TM: AAAHHHH!!! TESTICULAR FORTITUDE SAVE FAILED!!

JH: What?

TM: Graver’s jinglies just got CRUSHED!

JH: I didn’t see a thing.

TM: WHAT!? YOU!! … ARGH!!

April drops to her knees and rubs her throat as Graver squints in pain, moving in a semi-circle on the mat. Michaela looks at the two of them and silently wonders what the hell happened, but shrugs it off as April gets back up. She pulls Graver to his feet and shoots him off the ropes, rolling onto her back and sending Graver back-first into the opposite ropes, allowing him to drop straight down onto his head!

JH: Ouch! I don’t think April could’ve pulled off a better head drop had she tried!

TM: Seriously, Hitchen! Graver’s neck bent at a SICK angle! He could’ve broken it, or slipped a disc!

JH: I highly doubt that, Thomas. I’m sure we’d hear more screaming from Graver.

April scrambles over and rolls him onto his back, laying across his chest.

JH: Lateral press…


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!
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… Michaela stops the count, pointing to Graver’s foot on the bottom rope while he catches his breath. April sits up, glaring at him. He smiles and makes a kissy-face, then gets SLAPPED for it!

TM: That’s gonna sting in the morning…

JH: You would know. Y’know, I thought your cheeks were a little red today.

TM: It’s the cold! It’s cold out there!

JH: Uh huh…

April gets up and backs away, giving Graver room to stand. He uses the ropes to help him up, but IMMEDIATELY gets charged by April! She LEAPS up into a dropkick, and Graver panics, throwing his hands overhead and ducking. April SAILS over his head, and despite her head getting caught on the top rope, falls to the mats outside!

TM: Ouch! That rope clip looked like it hurt! Poor April…

JH: Why don’t you go over there and help her out, Thomas?

TM: I’m too busy over here… y’know. Commentating.

Graver starts to go between the ropes, thanking his good luck, but spies Remy shooting daggers at him with his eyes. He dead stops, gaze flicking from Remy to April, and back again.

JH: If he knows what’s good for him…

Graver does, in fact, ease back inside the ring. Remy nods and relaxes a bit, and JUST as he does, Graver SAILS between the ropes in a sideways suicide dive!

JH: He’s an idiot!

The impact certainly isn’t high, but 190 lbs of grungy drunk dude landing on top of you can’t be a GOOD feeling. April shoves Graver off about a SECOND before Remy soccer kicks him SQUARE in the ass. Michaela yells at Remy from the ring, and he shrugs at her, smiling and winking at her.

JH: Ever the charmer, Remy Barteaux.

April heaves a deep breath and gets up, grabbing Graver and rolling him into the ring before Michaela has to bother with a count. April keeps Graver standing, then VIOLENTLY takes him down into a Fujiwara armbar!

TM: Huh! Guess we were wrong, Hitchen, she DOES know another arm-effecting move.

JH: And it’s a submission, no less! Good show, April!

Michaela’s right on the pair, asking Graver if he wants to give up. He shakes his head and kicks his feet in pain, trying to swipe at April who is just a skosh out of his reach.

TM: Wow. Never thought I’d say this, Hitchen, but this might be it for Graver!

JH: Submissions wrestling definitely isn’t Graver’s strong suit, that’s for sure.

Graver screams, half in pain, half in annoyance. He SLAMS his fist on the mat, Michaela asking if that was him giving up. He glares at her and flips her off before flopping in the general direction of the ropes.

TM: As much of a Graver fan as I am, I DON’T think he’s gonna reach the ropes from there, Hitchen.

JH: No, me either. Graver may have met his match yet again.

TM: Finally, Hitchen. Finally is what you say when someone meets the first person to beat him.

JH: No, he-- *sigh*

Graver’s flopping does him little good. He’s now blinded by several locks of April’s hair in his eyes… but that seems to give him an idea. He grabs April’s pretty blonde tresses and YANKS! She yips and releases the hold, which is good enough for Graver as he rolls away, then to his feet. Michaela gets in his face, pointing her finger and scolding him. Graver gives her a passive look, shrugs, then flips her off, moving her out of his way.

JH: Deplorably disrespectful, as always.

TM: I see no disrespect. Graver just did what had to be done. I’m surprised he didn’t slap a bitch!

JH: Hype’s not out here. Cut that ghetto talk.

April moves toward Graver, but Graver surprises her with a stiff kick to the gut. April takes it hard and doubles over, at which point Graver frames her head and forces her backward, SLAMMING her against the mat!

TM: Nice mat slam by Graver.

JH: Unorthodox, but effective. And legal, for once.

TM: See? He thinks about the sticklers for rules, too, Hitchen.

Graver pulls April up, heaving his shoulders in a sigh. He gives her another good stiff kick before plunging her head between his legs, underhooking her arms, and SQUEEZING his thighs together!

TM: Violent Pornography!

JH: A submission from Graver! Tonight truly is a red-letter night!

Graver grins and does a little humping motion with his hips as he crushes April’s head. Michaela cautiously approaches the situation, trying to figure out how to best communicate with April without getting too close to Graver’s ass.

TM: You think April might tap out to this?

JH: For the sake of good taste, I would hope… but I’m assuming she won’t.

Michaela finally settles for kneeling at Graver’s side. April apparently doesn’t give up, as Michaela doesn’t call for the bell. What April does do, however, is summon the last ounce of strength she has and stands! The shock causes Graver to release the underhooker and get back bodydropped to the canvas!

JH: April counted the Violent Pornography!

TM: How the heck did she do that?!

April drops to a knee, clutching her neck as Graver re-catches his breath from the surprised counter. Remy slams the apron, trying to will strength into April so she can capitalize. The fans join in with Remy, seemingly doing just what they wanted as April pushes back to stand on both feet. She spins around and GETS TAKEN DOWN WITH A RUNNING STO!!!

TM: One second, Jonathan! That's all it takes!

JH: A running STO from Graver! Aptly named the One Second Collapse.

Graver stands talls in the ring, arms over his head as he celebrates how awesome he is. He motions down to April, laid flat on her back and does another hip thrusting motion to bring about even more boos from the people who hate him. Although some people laugh because it's kind of funny to see. Someone who isn't laughing, however, is Jim O'Brien! Why am I mentioning Jim O'Brien? Because his music is playing RIGHT NOW!

JH: It's Jim! Jim O'Brien, Thomas!

TM: Graver and Onikage destroyed him! It can't be!

Graver spins around to watch the pretty tron playing up on the screen. Or rather, to tell Jim O'Brien to bring his fat ass out to the ring so he can kick it! He quickly comes to the realization that Jim isn't coming out because he's too scared to face Graver. Is that right? In Graver's mind it is. He waves Jim off and turns back INTO A YAKUZA KICK FROM REMY!!!

TM: HEY!

JH: The Mob Hit from Remy!

TM: That's cheating!

JH: That is indeed! But as you pointed out earlier... if the ref doesn't see it.

And unfortunately for Graver, she doesn't see it! Remy rolls back from the ring as quickly as he stepped in. Michaela, who finally stops looking for any outside interference from Jim, turns back to the action now that Jim's music finished playing. He finds both competitors laid out on the mat, wondering what the heck happened. Remy, looking oh-so innocent, slams his hands on the canvas, willing April up. She finally picks her head off the canvas, glancing around to see Graver laid out on the canvas.

JH: April's got an opportunity here!

TM: Graver's seeing birdies! This isn't fair!

April flips over onto her stomach and crawls the couple inches towards Graver, throwing an arm over him! Michaela hits the mat!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
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TM: NOO!! That wasn't fair! It wasn't fair, Jonathan!

JH: Since when have you cared about fair! April just won this match!

TM: Thanks to that no-good Remy Barteaux AND Jim O'Brien! It. Wasn't. Fair!

MA: Here is your winner... APRILLLL LYYYNNNN!!!!

Remy dives into the ring, helping April up to her feet and raising her hand in victory! April comes back to her senses, a smile forming over her face as she realizes she's won! She embraces Remy in a celebratory hug before the awkwardness sets back in for the pair... it happens all the time. Instead they opt to just take their leave from the ring as Graver starts to stir, shaking the birdies from his head.

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

Backstage we find April Lynn and the FSC Remy Barteaux making their way back from April's first singles victory on TNT. Smiles on their faces, they stop outside of April's locker room.

April: I can't believe I just beat Graver. That was unbelievable.

Remy: What's so unbelievable 'bout it? Ya kicked mah ass, cher. He kicked mah ass… man, Remy must suck!

April smiles and playfully smacks his chest.

April: Stop that. Undefeated before him. And plus you got that.

April taps the gold slung over Remy's shoulder. The Cajun takes a glance at it, reminding himself that he is indeed still the champion.

Remy: You'll have yerself some gold before long, cherie. Remy has a feelin'.

April: That'd be nice. I still cannot believe I just won that match. I mean, I don't even know how I won it! I just remember covering him. That's weird, right?

Remy: Heat of da battle, cher. Heat of da battle. All dhat adrenaline kicked in. Scored you da une, deux, trios.

April smiles a little, not entirely convinced by Remy's explanation but not really sure what else could be the explanation. Apparently she's far too trusting of this thief than she should be.

April: Really? What put him down?

Remy looks like a deer caught in headlights… for a moment. He quickly shakes it off 'pfft'-ing his way through it.

Remy: Dhat uh… whadda ya call it? DDT thingamajig ya put Remy down wit so many a times.

April: The Lynnch-Pin?

Remy: Yeah, yeah! Dhat's the one. Ah, Remy just get it! Lynn fer yer name, ch for…

He's got nothing. What should he do? BS it or what?

Remy: Yeah. And dhen Pin 'cuz it score ya da pin. Dhat's cute. Look, Ah gotta run. Carl gets cranky if he's left all alone for too long. Ah think he have abandonment issues. Crazy one, dhat Carl.

Remy backs away from April, a nervous grin on his face as he tries to rush from anymore explaining April might request of him. April just waves at him, a little confused at his anxiousness to get away from her.

April: Okay. See you later. Thanks again!

Remy's done too far off in the clear to hear her appreciations and therefore she doesn't get a response. She shrugs her shoulders and heads inside her locker room, stopping short just inside, looking forward (and a little down), eyes wide with shock. The camera spins around to reveal, a wheelchair bound Sean James. A heavy chorus of boos sound from the live arena as the tune "My Boyfriend's Back" plays in all our heads. Oh, just mine?

April: Sean?

Sean: Hi honey, I'm home.

Sean grins from ear to ear, holding his arms out to prove that he is indeed here in the flesh. April hesitates a moment before finally moving towards him, hugging around his neck.

April: When did you get here? I didn't hear anything about you being released.

Sean: I couldn't stay in that hospital any longer. It was driving my crazy being in there. I needed out. To get back to you.

April smiles at Sean's words, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

April: Okay. Well, did you get to see my match?

Sean shakes his head, a little disappointment in his face.

Sean: Sorry. I literally just got here.

April: Oh, okay. Well, I won.

Sean: That’s my girl.

April: Let me get myself cleaned up and then we can go get some dinner. You can explain all the details about you being released.

Sean: Okay. That sounds good to me.

April gives him a peck on the cheek before heading into the adjourning bathroom.

JH: Well, it looks like Sean James is back, Thomas. What do you think about that?

TM: About time! Now maybe that man whore Remy Barteaux can keep his mits to himself! April's taken!

The camera pans out to show the ring and walkway now draped in a flowing red carpet. A petite glass-top desk, along with three light chairs are set up in the middle of the ring as a Movie Star pt2 (DV8 remix) begins to play over the PA system.

[align=center]Girl, you look like a movie star
With your Prada dress and your fancy car
Oh yeah, oh yeah, so just keep on doing what you do.
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Nadia exits the curtain, wearing a form-fitting red dress with shoes that look like they cost more than most SUVs. She struts to the ring, climbing in under the middle rope before standing center stage, throwing her arms up at her sides as gold pyros shoot out from the corners of the ring!

JH: You ready for the Red Carpet Treatment, Thomas?

TM: Oh, I'm ready for any treatment Nadia wants to give me. I just wish she had a different guest tonight.

JH: You really don't like Swytch, do you?

TM: Bleh! Who does?

Nadia picks up a microphone from the glass-top desk, greeting her adoring fans with a smile.

Nadia: Welcome everyone, to the Red Carpet Treatment! I am, of course, your loveable host-- Nadia Kassle! And tonight's guest is the one and only Dual Crown Champion!

The crowd cheer for Swytch… you know, the Dual Crown Champion. Nadia hesitates, letting the crowd get their little pops in before she continues.

Nadia: Now, I apologize that the company doesn't have a better Dual Crown Champion to choose from at said moment. But we have to make due with what we have, correct? I thought so. So without any further ado, please welcome my guest tonight… Swytch!

[align=center]The house lights drop and smoke billows out onto the stage as the opening chords to "The Outsider" are strummed out into the arena. A dim glow peeks through the smoke and begins to pulse with the beat.

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


The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a figure appears on the stage amidst the smoke and pulsing lights. The figure wades through the smoke and stops at the top of the walkway causing the crowd to cheer for the painted man before them...Swytch.

Help me understand why
You've given in to all these
Reckless dark desires


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.

You're lying to yourself again
Suicidal imbecile…


He steps over the ropes and drops down into the ring, and stands there.[/align]

Nadia moves behind her glass-top desk, motioning towards the chairs opposite her.

Nadia: Swytch, why don't you go ahead and have a seat?

Swytch tilts his head to the side, looking at Nadia while she sits behind her nifty desk. He walks to one of the chairs across from her, climbing up the back of it and stepping onto the seat, squatting down instead of, well sitting down. The grin on his face says it all. He's just as tickled as a kid in a toy store right now, for whatever reason we don't know. Nadia eyes the giggling maniac with little intimidation.

Nadia: Right. So Swytch, the obvious question would have to be… actually, you know what. I'm not going to ask you questions. My second guest here tonight will ask the questions.

Swytch cocks his head to the side at the revelation of a second guest planned here tonight.

JH: Second guest? What is she talking about?

TM: Maybe you should wait and find out.

Nadia: Swytch, it is no secret that you are… strange. But aside from that, you are a male. Or so we've been told. And like all males, you have urges. Needs. Desires. And like all males, they are focused on one of two women. Either myself…

Nadia giggles as she says this.

Nadia: And we know that I am so far out of your league, it's obvious to even someone like you that it's not worth your time. However, the same could be said for my guest. The woman you are completely infatuated with. So much so, that it is painfully obvious, despite your pathetic attempts to hide it. Please, everyone, welcome my guest. My very best friend and the woman of Swytch's dreams… Kennedy!

JH: What the…?

The house lights cut out, images on the TNTtron flickering as broken guitar chords screech over the static-filled speakers. Soon after, the hard-hitting beats of Evanescence's "Lies" blares through the speakers, accompanied by images of the new Kennedy. Amy Lee's voice carries over the speakers as Kennedy makes her way out onto the stage, the crowd responding with a mixed reaction for the former crowd favorite. Kennedy shrugs them off, taking the dislike in stride as she sets off for the ring. She steps back as she reaches the ring, find herself caught in Swytch's gaze. Kennedy steps down the stairs, walking along the ringside area, scowling at whatever fans decide to insult her.

JH: What the hell is she doing out here?

TM: She's Nadia's best friend, Jonathan! And I'm sure Swytch is happy to see her.

JH: Swytch is not in love with Kennedy!

TM: Then why did he dress up at the Halloween Party just to get a dance with her? Huh? HUH?! You don't have answers!

Kennedy moves to the timekeeper, taking Michael Anderson's microphone from him. She walks towards the ring, closest to Nadia's desk. She sits her rear on the apron, turning onto her hands and knees to crawl underneath the bottom rope, smirking towards Swytch as she does.

TM: Oh my God, Jonathan! Check that out!

JH: Yeah, I see it. Reminds me of someone.

TM: Yeah, me too. Your momma! Shame your momma ain't that hot!

Kennedy climbs to her feet, leaning back against the ropes as she continues to eye Swytch up and down. The champ remains still, eyes locked on Kennedy in an unblinking state.

Kennedy: Swytch. Sweetie. How's it going?

Swytch rocks forward slightly onto the balls of his feet, gripping the arm rests tightly. His muscles tighten and he's ready to pounce... probably in a violent way. His eyes focus intently on Kennedy, completely ignoring Nadia's presence now. His lips twist from their grin into a snarl as he gazes upon the object of his... "affection."

TM: Come on, Jonathan. Admit it, Kennedy has some guts to stand in the ring with that freak.

JH: I notice she wouldn't enter his side of the ring.

TM: She just wanted to keep Swytch from jumping her! I mean, look at him! He's already got a hard-on!

JH: Would you stop it! You're sick!

Kennedy continues to keep her distance from her admirer, all while keeping her sultry gaze upon him.

Kennedy: You didn't think you were gonna be the only guest on the Red Carpet, did you? I mean, Swytch, what kind of a let-down would that be for everyone?

Nadia nods her head in agreement with Kennedy's theory.

Kennedy: So, Swytch, let's just jump right to the question on everyone's minds, huh? Do you really deserve to be the Dual Crown Champion? I mean, come on, how many times did Chris Maclay kick your ass before you had to kick and scream for that final chance? And then considering the way yours truly has been putting you down at every turn… well, seriously. What kind of excuse could you possibly have for dragging around two belts you don't deserve?

Swytch looks around. His eyes dart from Kennedy, to Nadia, to the empty chair beside him. He reaches out and plucks the microphone lying on the seat of the chair next to him, bringing it to his mouth. His heavy breathing is quickly picked up, growing louder the closer the mic comes to his lips.

Swytch: Yoooou...haven't put me down.

He drops one leg out from under him and lets it hang from the chair. He follows that with his other leg, then slides out of the chair until his feet touch the floor, moving ever so slowly.

Swytch: You run and hide. You wait for that puke, Carlos Kane, to attack me.

He jerks forward, startling both Nadia and Kennedy. A grin creeps along his lips. He steps out around behind the seat he once sat in. Leaning his against the back of it with his forearms.

Swytch: And my belts...MY titles...I deserve them. I earned them. I was never HANDED the opportunity, Keeennneeedy. If you wanted them so badly, you should have taken them when you had the chance instead of whining about it now.

His eyes lock with Kennedy, staring deeply at her. His grin widens, twisting into something more maniacal. Kennedy just stares at him, wide-eyed with surprise. However, it quickly transforms into a giggle from the Lady.

Kennedy: Run and hide? Swytch…

Kennedy holds her arms out at her sides.

Kennedy: I'm right here! Just like I was last week, when I drove your face right into the canvas with the Clincher!

The crowd erupts into heavy boos at the reminder, preventing Kennedy from saying anything else. She scowls at them, commanding them to quiet down but of course they don't listen. So instead, she presses on.

Kennedy: You know what, Swytch… you've had it easy for waaaay too long. While I was busy, taking care of the trash that was clouding up my spotlight, you were able to step right into it and get shot after shot after shot at a title that you DON'T deserve! Well, you know what? I've taken care of the other trash. All that's left is you. So get ready for the curb. Because the first chance I get, I'm kicking your sorry ass where it should've been all along. Away from MY titles!

Swytch steps backwards, dropping his microphone to the canvas. He grabs the back of the chair then flings it out of the way clearing a path from him to Kennedy. He snarls and growls at her, taking a step forward. No more giggles coming from the woman as she holds a hand out, as if commanding Swytch to stop will do anything!

Kennedy: Whoa! Swytch! I know all that tough talk can really get a freak like you going but I'm sooo not interested!

TM: Yeah! Dammit, someone get this freak away from Kennedy!

Nadia has also risen from her seat, a worried expression on her face as she contemplates doing something or remaining safe behind her desk. Kennedy immediately ducks through the ropes, standing on the apron as she continues to command Swytch to halt.

Kennedy: You gotta remember, Swytch. I'm not as generous as that tattoo on your arm! But I understand your frustration since I'm obviously more attractive than her. But I suggest you find the ugly slut who posed for that and get your jollies off there because you will never get someone like me, you sick freak!

Enough is enough! Swytch lunges at Kennedy, getting nothing but air as Kennedy leaps off the apron! Nadia, wise as can be, rolls from the ring to ensure she isn't to become a target. Fortunately for her, there's only one target. Swytch!

Through the crowd, Carlos Kane leaps the barricade, diving into the ring and taking Swytch's leg out from under him with a chop block! Swytch crashes to the canvas, clutching at his leg in agony.

JH: Dammit! Carlos Kane out of nowhere! And attacking Swytch's bad leg again!

TM: He didn't come from nowhere! He came from the crowd! And isn't that thing healed yet!

Carlos leaps back to his feet, screaming out at the booing crowd as Kennedy and Nadia celebrate the surprise attack on the outside. Carlos stomps down on the leg a bit, reveling in the destruction of Swytch's already injured limb.

JH: It probably would be healed if Carlos Kane didn't attack it every week!

TM: Swytch should stop showing up.

JH: Well you know that isn't gonna happen! Swytch doesn't run and hide. That's Kennedy's job.

TM: Hey!

Carlos turns to the other side of the arena, taking in the reaction from that side. It's no different from the other but that doesn't bother him any. What should bother him is the fact that Swytch, gritted teeth and all, pulls himself back to his feet, standing on his "injured" leg with no pain whatsoever on his face.

TM: What the hell?!

JH: He's not hurt!

Kennedy and Nadia pound on the apron, trying to get Carlos' attention. They succeed just as Swytch leaps at Carlos TURNING HIM INSIDE OUT WITH A LARIAT!! Swytch is relentless with stomps down onto the Hype. He drops down, firing knee after knee into the face of his tormentor, growling with every angry strike! The crowd goes crazy as Kennedy ascends to the top turnbuckle.

JH: Swytch, behind you!

TM: He can't hear you, you idiot!

Swytch sends one last knee into the face of Carlos before climbing back to his feet. He turns around just as Kennedy leaps off the turnbuckle, landing on his shoulders and GETS CAUGHT! Swytch holds onto her as the panic overcomes the Lady's face, shaking her head no!

JH: Do it! Powerbomb that no good bit--

TM: NO! Don't do it and don't call her that!

Nadia leaps onto the apron, desperate for Swytch's attention with no avail. Instead Swytch positions the woman over Nadia's glass-top desk, the crowd going absolutely crazy as Swytch hoists her up and FALLS BACKWARDS as Hype dropkicks Swytch in the back of the knee! Kennedy immediately rolls to safety outside the ring, Nadia checking to make sure she's alright.

JH: And Carlos Kane saves Kennedy's ass again!

TM: We should all be thanking the Hype for saving that ass, Jonathan. Look at it!

Carlos drags Swytch up to his feet, firing closed fists upside the face of the Dual Crown Champion! Swytch rocks with every blow but remains standing! Carlos rears back and FIRES THE BIGGEST RIGHT HAND IN THE WORLD™ into nothing but air as Swytch ducks! Swytch spins the Ultimate Endurance Champion around, SENDS A SHARP KNEE INTO HIS STERNUM and roughly applies a standing headscissors.

JH: He's not!

TM: He can't!

The crowd goes crazy as Swytch flips Carlos onto his shoulders and DRIVES HIM BACK AND NECK-FIRST THROUGH NADIA'S GLASS-TOP DESK!!! Glass flies every which way as the crowd break out into a Holy Shit chant at the sight of Carlos Kane shattering the desk into a thousand pieces!

TM: Holy shi--

JH: I think this crowd is saying it all, Thomas!

Kennedy and Nadia's mouths drop open as they watch wide-eyed at the sight of Carlos Kane laid out on the canvas with a pieces of sparkling glass lying all around him. Swytch remains standing over the Hype's fallen form, a snarl on his face as he turns it on Kennedy and Nadia! The ladies jump at being caught in his sight and rush to the walkway. Swytch reaches down and picks up the microphone lying on the canvas. He looks down at Hype while bringing the mic to his lips, putting his boot on Hype’s jaw and grinding the side of his head a little into the broken glass.

Swytch: That’s what you hide behind, Kennedy. THAT! Let THAT be a lesson to you…

He shoots his gaze toward Kennedy and Nadia huddled together in fear on the stage.

Swytch: …and everybody else. Tier, Brighty, Bill Kuriyama and his little witch friend, Chris Maclay, Carlos Kane, and YOU, Kennedy… do NOT stand in my way or I’ll show you exactly why I deserve my titles.

The words leap from his lips with a menacing growl, his eyes burning into Kennedy. He drops the microphone onto Hype’s chest and walks toward the ropes, leaning against them as The Outsider hits the arena speakers.

JH: Good God. Swytch just clearly sent a message to both Carlos Kane and Kennedy. And look at Kennedy, running again!

TM: Holy shi… I'd run too! Kennedy's smart, Jonathan!

JH: She's smart to not step in the ring after what happened to Carlos Kane, that's for sure! I think Kennedy'll be thinking twice before she decides to mess with Swytch now!

TM: Uhh… she could take him.

JH: You don't sound to confident about that, Thomas.

The cameras close in on Swytch, his snarl never leaving TNT's Ladies as they make their way through the curtain, their sanctuary for the time being.

JH: Kennedy ran tonight but she can't run forever. That's for sure. Swytch never forgives and he never forgets.

Down a back hall, a knock sounds on a locker room door.

Dante: Come in.

The doorknob turns and the door pushes open just enough for a blonde head to peek around. Dante seems deeply engrossed as he laces his boots. Suddenly hating to disturb his pre-match ritual, she nearly turns around to leave. Nearly that is.

Kailey: Um, sorry to bother you but do you have a minute?

Dante turns to the now familiar voice. At least she looks better than the last time they met backstage.

Dante: Hey there. Thought you went home?

Kailey takes the question as an affirmative as to his having a minute so she slides on into the room and closes the door behind her.

Kailey: I did. I took care of some things there and now want to help with a few things here.

The big man doesn't look up, still focusing on the battle ahead, but at least answers her.

Dante: Oh? Like...

Kailey takes a few steps closer to Dante, her voice laced with concern.

Kailey: Dante, you KNOW that Natalya will be at ringside and she is notorious for distracting the referee.

He replies to the statement with a question even though he is pretty sure he knows what is coming.

Dante: And?

Kailey's revitalized determination and resolve are etched on her face as she takes another step toward him.

Kailey: And I am volunteering my services.

Dante's head slowly begins shaking "no" but Kailey pleads her case.

Kailey: The man and his *mockingly* manager have interrupted every match I have had... well, almost.

The shaking head keeps moving, faster now.

Kailey: I OWE them!

Dante stops shaking his head and smiles at Kailey.

Dante: I know, Kailey, believe me. I know you want to help. But right now, it is between Ragin' and I. If Natalya tries anything, the ref will be there. You will get your chance for payback. If not today, then another time I am sure.

Kailey's mouth opens to say something else and then closes just as quickly. He was right. She would have her chance. She also would expect someone to respect her wishes and his is for her to stay out of it. Kailey straightens her shoulders and gives him a smile of understanding.

Kailey: If that is how you want it...

Dante: It is.

Kailey: Okay, I will find a good seat at a monitor and cheer for the Good Guy.

She heads for the door then, as her hand reaches the doorknob, she turns back to find him watching her. Her eyebrows raise and her hand waves at him to continue what he was doing like she was his personal cheerleader.

Kailey: Hey, back to it! Get fired up!!!

And with that, she leaves him to getting his thoughts in gear, his muscles primed, his mind sharp and ready for the match.

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Outside the trainer's room is where we find Gary Steele. He's waiting patiently with a microphone in his hand when the door is pulled open to reveal Kennedy. She pulls the door closed behind her and turns into the old man (heh, he is!).

Kennedy: Gary. What are you doing? Carlos Kane is in no shape for an interview. You saw what happened to him out there. And now you're gonna stand here, like some Mark or Toby just to get the "scoop"? That's low, Steele. Very low.

Kennedy turns to leave but finds Gary's hand on her arm. She turns back to him, eyeing his hand in a way that causes him to release her.

Gary: My apologies, Kennedy. But I didn't come here to interview Carlos Kane.

Kennedy: Oh?

Gary: I came to interview you.

Kennedy arches an eyebrow in that questioning manner, neither accepting nor denying him of an interview. So Gary takes that as a big ole 'YES'.

Gary: Kennedy, it's come to some people's attention that Carlos Kane has always been at the right place at the right time anytime you're in trouble.

Kennedy beams with pride. Apparently that's a compliment in her mind.

Kennedy: Well, Gary, I know how to pick allies.

Gary: Indeed. It's also come to everyone's attention here tonight that the one time Carlos Kane has needed you, you weren't there for him.

Kennedy's pride quickly morphs into resentment as her eyes narrow down on the old gentleman.

Gary: Carlos has saved you repeatedly from Swytch and even saved you from Dante once or twice in that tag match last week. Yet just tonight, Swytch made, perhaps, his biggest offensive strike against the two of you… and it was only to Carlos. And you just left. Is that really something a partner should do?

Gary points the microphone towards Kennedy, waiting for an answer that he's probably sure he's not gonna get. Kennedy reaches out and snatches the microphone from Gary's hand.

Kennedy: Gary. Maybe you should stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Unless you want to end up in the unemployment line, huh?

Kennedy shoves the microphone back into Gary's chest so hard that he takes a step back before grabbing the equipment just as Kennedy releases it. She gives Gary one last disgusted look before leaving the scene.
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is our main event and is scheduled for one fall.

JH: Ragin’s third match here on TNT and it’s the big time, main eventing on FIW’s number one show.

TM: That’s right, Jonathan. This isn’t like main eventing Scam! on Monday.

JH: They changed days again?

TM: I think they just have trouble showing up for the right day so they make it whenever they want.

JH: Annnyways, back to the match at hand. Ragin’ is facing what could easily be his toughest test since coming to TNT. Nadia and Jim O’Brien are great competitors in their own right, but neither holds a victory over the Master of Rage like the man he faces tonight.

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.

TM: Whoo! It’s Ragin’!

JH: Easy there, Thomas. Don’t want you to hurt your back with all that heavy sarcasm.

TM: Thanks for the concern, partner.

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.

MA: Introducing first standing at 6 feet and 3 inches and weighing in 277 pounds. He is a former 3-time World Heavyweight Champion, he is the Master of the Rage, he is… RAAAAAAGIIIN’!!

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: Tell me something, Hitchen.

JH: What’s that?

TM: How is it a scrubby bum like Ragin’ gets a hot little piece like Natalya?

JH: The same way any guy gets a whore. He pays.

TM: Ouch, that’s rough. Didn’t think you had that in you.

The cameras cut to a monitor backstage showing Ragin’ waiting in the ring. Pulling back the camera reveals Kailey Lane. She watches the monitor attentively, not that a whole lot is going on now, but soon the action will pick up. The aura around her seems to be a nervous one as she, along with Ragin’, await his opponent for the match.

JH: Kailey Lane seems to have a vested interest in this match-up.

TM: Of course she does. Her old flame in Ragin’ is taking on her newly acquired friend in Dante Coles and I’m sure she’s waiting for one hell of an ass whoopin’.

JH: And you’ve got to believe it’s Ragin’ she’s waiting to see get his arse kicked.

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. 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 waits for the match to start.

MA: And introducing his opponent standing in at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighing 255 pounds. He is… DANTE… COOOOOOLLLEEES!!

JH: Dante looks ready, but so does Ragin’. You’ve got to believe Ragin’ is out to even the score and on the same token, Dante wants to prove he’s not a fluke.

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

Ragin’ and Dante circle around the ring, eyeing each other up. The crowd buzzes in anticipation for the first strikes to come and they don’t have to wait long when Dante and Ragin’ collide in the center.

JH: Collar and elbow tie up in the middle.

Both men struggle for position, pushing back and forth. Ragin’ leans in hard trying take advantage of that one inch difference in height and the twenty plus pounds he has. Dante’s legs give a bit and Ragin’ forces him back into the turnbuckles. Tony Clarke calls for a clean break and Ragin’ does just that, stepping back from Dante ONLY TO SLAP HIM ACROSS THE FACE!

TM: A total lack of respect from Ragin’.

Ragin’ smirks at Dante adding a bit more to the insult. Dante pushes the referee aside AND RETURNS THE SLAP TO RAGIN’S FACE! This time Dante is the one smirking.

JH: And the favor is returned by Dante.

TM: The fans love it, I love it, but I’m sure Ragin’ doesn’t like it.

Ragin’ rubs his cheek and nods his head, grinning a bit at Dante. They return to the center of the ring, resuming their original dance around the ring. Dante moves in, but Ragin’ swings around for a rear waist lock. He picks Dante up and takes him down to the mat. He swivels around and grabs Dante’s leg. Ragin’ gets back to his feet still holding the leg and pulling it skyward only to JAM the knee back into the canvas. Dante draws his leg up, clutching his knee in pain.

JH: A little bit of technique and something a little dirty from the Russian.

TM: When it comes to Ragin’, he’s all dirty, Jonathan.

Ragin’ grabs the leg again and DRIVES his boot into the back of Dante’s knee. He yanks back on the leg, snapping the knee joint then DRIVES his boot into it again. Ragin’ continues to attack Dante’s leg, repeating the process again.

JH: Ragin’ is focused on that leg in the early going. You have to wonder if this could be a setup for the Will Breaker.

Ragin’ drags Dante by the leg toward the ropes. He wraps the leg around the middle rope, bending the knee around it and folding the leg up effectively stretching the muscles and ligaments.

TM: What a surprise, he’s cheating. What more would you expect from a former Slam! wrestler? And to think he has the nerve to call any other brand or federation garbage.

JH: A valid point, Thomas.

Tony Clarke warns Ragin’ about the use of the ropes and just gets a “Yeah, so?” look from Ragin’ who continues to pull on Dante’s leg. Natalya cheers on her client, confidant, whatever he is to her, from ringside. Tony Clarke warns Ragin’ ok about the use of the ropes.

Ragin’: Count me out then.

TM: Did you hear that?

JH: I certainly did. Ragin’ just dared TC to DQ him.

Once again we cut to a backstage view. Kailey sits watching the monitor as Ragin’ continues his breakdown of Dante’s leg. She chews her nails anxiously, the concern evident on her face. Back in the ring, TC warns Ragin’ a final time before using his count.

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIV…Ragin’ breaks the hold.
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JH: Ragin’ had better watch himself. He’s flirting dangerously with a disqualification.

TM: Good. I hope he gets himself DQed. Just proves that he’s no better than the people he looks down on.

Ragin’ takes the leg and positions it over the middle rope. He stands over the leg, holding the top rope, then jumps in the air and lands all his weight on Dante’s leg. He grabs the leg and puts it back on the rope, then jumps in the air and crashes down on the leg again. Dante jerks out of the way, rolling across the ring and clutching at his leg.

JH: Ragin’ using that twenty pound weight difference to his advantage again.

TM: Twenty pound difference ‘cuz he’s so full of shit.

JH: Thomas!

TM: What? I’m not Michael Cole. Did you expect me to say poop?

Ragin’ strides across the ring confidently. He looks down at Dante then grabs the leg he’s worked over. Ragin’ steps to the side then yanks back, snapping the leg toward Dante’s head. Ragin’ grabs Dante around the head and pulls him to his feet. He reaches down, grabbing Dante by the leg and lifting him skyward with that bent leg in his grasp.

JH: Dante’s in a precarious situation here.

Ragin’ walks around the ring, holding Dante high in the air by the leg. He stops in the center of the ring and DRIVES DANTE’S LEG INTO THE CANVAS…NO!! DANTE HOOKS RAGIN’ AROUND THE HEAD AND FREES HIS LEG, SPKING HIM INTO THE CANVAS!!

TM: DDT!! Dante countered that leg breaker with a DDT!!

Natalya is very unpleased on the outside. He pounds the mat, screaming at Ragin’ to get up. He’s halfway there, up to a knee as Dante is pulling himself up with the ropes. He stands shakily with one bad leg. Ragin’ is on his feet and charging at Dante with a clothesline, but Dante ducks it. He spins Ragin’ around and NAILS a hard right hand. He follows with another right into Ragin’s jaw that staggers the man back. Dante LEVELS Ragin’ with a third right hand that knocks him to the mat. Dante circles around Ragin’, begging him to get to his feet. Ragin’ does just that, rubbing his jaw in pain. Dante grabs hold of Ragin’ by the scruff of the neck and leads him into the corner, SLAMMING HIS FACE OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!!

JH: The tide seems to be turning here. Dante’s got Ragin’ in the corner and he’s mounting an attack.

TM: He’s driving those knees hard into Ragin’s stomach, keeping the Russian slumped in the turnbuckles.

Dante grabs Ragin’ by the arm and whips him across the ring causing Ragin’s back to slam hard into the turnbuckles. He runs across the ring and leaps into the SPLASHING RAGIN’ IN THE CORNER!!

JH: Cross body splash to Ragin’ in the corner!

TM: Did you see Ragin’s head snap back and hit the turnbuckle?

JH: I certainly did, Thomas. The affects have left him slumped down against the middle buckle.

Dante steadies himself on his legs. He staggers out to the middle of the ring and looks toward Ragin’. He runs in but RAGIN’ EXPLODES FROM THE TURNBUCKLES TURNING DANTE INSIDE OUT WITH A LARIAT!!

JH: LAAAAAARRRIIIAAATTTOOOHHH!!

TM: Ragin’ has Dante down and he’s going for a pin!



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!!



KICKOUT FROM DANTE!
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Natalya hops onto the ring apron grabbing Tony Clarke’s attention. He immediately goes to the ropes as she argues his ineptitude at counting a simple three count. With the distraction in affect, Ragin’ grabs Dante’s leg and pulls him across the canvas to a corner behind the referee. He slides out to the floor, reaching in and grabbing Dante’s leg again. He pulls the leg out under the bottom rope THEN SLAMS IT AGAINST THE RING POST!!

TM: Somebody get that slut off the apron!

JH: She’s providing Ragin’ with the distraction he needs to really work on Dante’s leg now.

Ragin’ pulls the leg back AND SLAMS IT AGAIN OFF THE RING POST!! Ragin’ grabs Dante’s other leg on the other side of the post and pulls him HARD into the ring post.

JH: Ragin’ just used the post to split Dante in two!

TM: He’s not stopping there either.

Ragin’ hooks one leg around the post and over Dante’s other leg. He maneuvers his own leg up then falls backwards and brings his other leg up LOCKING IN A FIGURE FOUR!!

JH: A FIGURE FOUR!! A FIGURE FOUR AROUND THE RING POST!!

TM: The referee doesn’t even know what’s going on!

We cut again to a monitor backstage where Kailey is now out of her seat. She’s yelling for Tony Clarke to pay attention but we all know he can’t hear her.

Kailey: Come on, Dante! Get out of it!

Cheering is all she can do as she keeps with Dante’s wishes to stay out of the match. Back at ringside, Dante screams out in pain as Ragin’ keeps the pressure applied. Natalya works her charms perfectly on Tony Clarke keeping his attention completely on her and away from Ragin’s dark deeds.

JH: This is ridiculous!

TM: Ragin’ should be disqualified by now. He’s had the hold on for a good fifteen seconds now and you can only imagine what kind of damage he’s doing to Dante’s leg.

Whatever damage it is, it won’t be going on much longer that Tony Clarke finally has Natalya off the ring apron. He turns around to see Dante clinging to the bottom rope in pain while Ragin’ keeps the figure four locked in. TC dives out of the ring and gets right on Ragin’, immediately counting…

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIV…Ragin’ breaks the hold!
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Ragin’ gets to his feet and slides into the ring after TC does. He regains a vertical base and eyes the referee with a very unhappy look. Ragin’ reaches down and grabs Dante’s leg, dragging him back into the center of the ring. He steps over Dante’s leg and spins around but gets a boot in the ass kicking him off toward the turnbuckles. Dante rolls on to his knees and scrambles toward the ropes.

JH: It looked like Ragin’ was going for another figure four, but Dante managed to escape it.

Dante grabs hold of the ropes and pulls himself up onto his good leg. He puts his bad leg down, hopping around on it to test it sturdiness. Ragin’ regains his bearings and spies Dante near the ropes. He runs full force at Dante DRIVING HIS KNEE INTO DANTE’S RIBS…NOOO!! DANTE SAW IT COMING AND BACK BODY DROPS RAGIN’ OUT OF THE RING TO THE FLOOR!! Ragin’ lands HARD on the protective mats with a loud THUD!

TM: Ah, the sweet sound of a pile of crap splatting on the floor.

JH: That’s actually kind of gross, Thomas.

TM: Yeah, I know.

Dante leans on the top rope and looks down at Ragin’ writhing in pain. He grabs the rope and leans back THEN VAULTS HIMSELF OVER AND CRASHES RIGHT ON TOP OF RAGIN’!! The crowd roars in delight when Dante comes flopping down on Ragin’.

JH: A huge vaulting press from Dante and the Russian is kept down on the floor.

TM: He had better watch out with Ragin’s crafty little fox out on the floor as well.

JH: She’s already made her presence well known by using her feminine wiles to distract the referee.

Dante peels himself off his Russian foe. He gimps about but manages to pull Ragin’ to his feet. He puts his shoulder in Ragin’s abdomen AND DRIVES HIS BACK INTO THE SIDE OF THE RING!! Dante steps back and boots Ragin’ in the midsection. He grabs Ragin’ by the pants and rolls him under the bottom rope. Dante steps around toward the ring steps, catching Natalya standing there at ringside. He has a few naughty words for her as he climbs the steps and through the ropes.

JH: I think Dante doesn’t take too kindly to Natalya’s presence at ringside.

TM: And I’m sure she didn’t appreciate being called a two dollar whore. She’s easily worth five.

JH: I wouldn’t pay a dime over three dollars.

In the ring, Dante turns his attention back to where it should be, on Ragin’. He grabs Ragin’ around the head and pulls him to his feet, then whips him across the ring. Ragin’ hits the ropes and rebounds JUST ducking under a clothesline attempt. Dante spins around just as Ragin’ comes off the opposite ropes and scoops him up then falls back slamming the Russian to the mat.

JH: Dante missed with the clothesline, but took Ragin’ down with that Samoan drop.

TM: If Dante wants to beat Ragin’, he better get to work on that back to set him up for the Fall From Grace.

JH: Let’s just hope too much damage hasn’t been done to Dante’s leg. He’s going to need it to pick Ragin’ up for his powerbomb.

But right now Dante is more concerned about folding Ragin’ in half backwards. He has his knee buried in Ragin’s back, pulling his head and leg together.

TM: This surfboard maneuver is a good start. The backbone is just not supposed to bend like that.

JH: Well Ragin’s is and it doesn’t look very comfortable.

Ragin’ beats the canvas in pain prompting TC to ask the age old question…”Which came first, the chicken or the egg?” Err, not that question, this one…”What do you say, Ragin’?” Of course Ragin’ isn’t going to give up…BUT HE TAPS OUT!! OH MY GOD, HE TAPPED OUT!! No I’m just kidding. Dante cranks back on Ragin’s leg and head, forcing his body to bend around Dante’s knee.

Dante: Ask him! ASK HIM! Come on, you son of a bitch, give up!

JH: Dante seems hell bent on making Ragin’ give up right now.

TC continues to ask Ragin’ if he quits, but receives the same negative answer. Dante keeps the pressure on, taunting Ragin’ verbally each chance he has.

Dante: Ask him again!

Tony Clarke obliges with Dante’s request. He kneels down, asking Ragin’ again if he gives up, but Ragin’ growls out a no. Fed up, Dante breaks the hold and gets to his feet. He snaps down quickly driving his elbow into the small of Ragin’s back. Dante hops back up to his feet and drops a second elbow onto Ragin’s back.

JH: Ragin’s refusal to give up seems to have angered Dante.

TM: Yeah, but those elbows to the back are a good way to take that frustration out.

Dante hops back up and drives his elbow into Ragin’s back for a third time. He reaches forward locking his hands under Ragin’s jaw and cranks back with a crossface. Ragin’ tries to break Dante’s hold with no luck. Dante cranks back harder on the crossface. Ragin’ muscles his way along the canvas and drags Dante along with him.

JH: Ragin’s going for the ropes and the much needed break that comes with them.

TM: He’s got some work ahead of him to get there.

Ragin’ claws and scratches, dragging himself across the canvas. Dante rips back on Ragin’s head nearly trying to rip it off his neck. With a final reach, Ragin’ grabs hold of the bottom rope. Tony Clarke warns Dante to break the hold, but you better believe he’s giving Ragin’ a taste of his own medicine. He keeps the crossface locked on forcing TC to use a count.

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FI…Dante finally lets go.
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He gets to his feet giving TC a threatening look. He grabs Ragin’ by the legs and pulls up and back, yanking Ragin’ off the rope and letting him fall back down, smacking the canvas face first.

JH: Earlier, Ragin’ refused to break a hold and Dante repaid the favor.

TM: But that figure four on the ring post was far worse than what Dante did to Ragin’.

Dante moves around and pulls Ragin’ up by the head. He grabs Ragin’s arm and whips him into the far turnbuckles then follows in with a HARD clothesline. Ragin’ staggers out of the corner and Dante scoots in behind with a rear waist lock. He lifts Ragin’ up, but the Russian grabs the top rope to stop his upward progress. Dante tries again to heave Ragin’ back, but he clings to the ropes. Ragin’ fires a back elbow into Dante’s skull, followed by another, and another. Dante breaks the waist lock and spins around. He ducks his head under Dante’s arm and lifts him up then swivels around and falls back SMACKING DANTE’S FACE HARD AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE!

TM: Dante just ate ‘buckle. It’s a quick and effective move when you’re in a jam.

JH: It was cheap and dirty.

TM: I’m not arguing that.

Dante clutches his jaw as he kneels on the canvas. Ragin’ backs into the corner and pushes himself up to the second rope. Dante starts to rise up and that’s Ragin’s cue to leap off the ropes. His knee connects with the back of Dante’s head and HE CRUSHES DANTE’S FACE INTO THE CANVAS…except Dante catches Ragin’ by the leg and around the waist THEN DRIVES HIM BACKWARD!!

JH: MUUUURDDDAAAHHH BAAACKDROOOOOOPUUUUHH!!

TM: DAAAANNNNGGGGGGEEEEERRRRRROOOOOUUUUUUUSSSSS~!!1!11!!

Dante gets his shoulders onto Ragin’ and reaches back to hook a leg for the cover. TC hits the mat and slams his hand down…



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!!



THREE!!



KICKOUT BY RAGIN’!!
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Dante gets to his feet and leans against the ropes. He yells at TC about the count, but the ref holds up two fingers. Meanwhile, Ragin’ is rolling out of the ring to the floor. He kneels near the ring apron and his valet makes her way over to offer some strategy as well as something else.

JH: Looks like Ragin’ got a little more than he bargained for.

TM: I’m sure he’ll think twice before calling us Trashdown again.

JH: I’m sure he won’t.

Dante scowls at the ref before moving across the ring. He reaches through the ropes and grabs hold of Ragin’s head, pulling him up onto the apron. Ragin’ delivers a STIFF elbow to Dante’s jaw backing him up, but Dante comes back with an elbow of his own. He hooks his arm around Ragin’s head THEN BRINGS HIM BACK INTO THE RING WITH A SUPLEX!!

JH: SUUUUUUPPPLLLEEEEEEXXXUUUUUUHHH!!

Dante swivels his hips around and gets to his feet bringing Ragin’ along with him. He starts to lift Ragin’ again, but the Russian stops the momentum with a hard driving knee to Dante’s midsection. He forces Dante’s head down and goes into a standing headscissor.

TM: Ragin’ could be going for the Feature Remover right here.

But Dante grabs Ragin’s legs and pulls them out from under him. He tries to turn Ragin’ over, but Ragin’ wiggles back and forth along the canvas to prevent it.

JH: Dante’s trying to lock in that elevated Boston crab, but Ragin’ is fighting it.

TM: If Dante can lock in the Inferno it’ll be over for sure.

But Ragin’ refuses to turn over so Dante settles for DRIVING HIS HEEL INTO RAGIN’S STOMACH!! Ragin’ curls up clutching his abdomen in pain. Dante grabs Ragin’ around the head and pulls him up to his feet. He delivers another hard boot to Ragin’s midsection just for good measure before applying a standing headscissor. He hoists Ragin’ onto his shoulders, but staggers around.

JH: Dante’s got him set up for the Fall From Grace!!

Natalya jumps onto the apron grabbing TC’s attention.

JH: Wait a minute…

Ragin’ NAILS Dante with a VICIOUS right hand AND DANTE FALLS BACKWARD TO THE CANVAS!! Natalya hops off the apron just in time for Tony Clarke to notice Ragin’s pin attempt on Dante.



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!!



THREE!!



DING! DING! DING!
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall… RAAAAAAGGGIIINNN’!!

“That’s What They All Say” hits the arena speakers as Ragin’ gets to his feet. Natalya joins him in the ring and raises his hand in victory.

JH: I don’t believe it.

TM: How? What the hell just happened?

Ragin’ celebrates his victory with the fans…who boo the crap out of him. He doesn’t care, keeping his hand raised. Finally he stands over Dante who is still laid out on the canvas. Ragin’ pulls something off his hand and drops it on Dante’s chest. He exits the ring with Natalya and heads up the walkway. The camera zooms in on Dante and we see a pair of brass knuckles on his chest.

JH: He used brass knuckles! That wench must have slipped them to him earlier!

TM: As much as I hate Dante, I feel bad for the guy getting cheated by Slam! garbage.

JH: Well, that's all the time we have this week, folks. But I hope Dante is back here next week to respond to Ragin's actions here tonight. And hopefully it's physical!

TM: I just might do something!

JH: Really?

TM: Hell no! Have you seen Ragin'? I'll let Dante handle him.

JH: You wouldn't dare miss it!

TM: Clever, Johnny-boy!

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