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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; November 29, 2005 | |
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| Lita Maivia | Nov 29 2005, 11:58 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align] The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Nadia, Jim O'Brien, and Carlos Kane all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates! [align=center]Wake Up![/align] Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly. [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kennedy spins her body in front of Maclay for a hurracanrana! No, Maclay pushes up on her legs! Kennedy flips out and LANDS ON HER FEET! She leaps onto his thigh and CRACKS HER KNEE OF THE SIDE OF MACLAY'S CRANIUM!!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, *Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…[/align] Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table, Here ya go create another fable![/align] The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!! [align=center]You wanted to! Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! [align=center]You wanted to! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] With Sean on the floor, desperately trying to free himself from the cable, Hype lords over him from on top of the stage, AND YANKS ON THE CABLE, PULLING SEAN OFF HIS FEET AND HANGING HIM OFF THE STAGE!!! Sean dangles there, frantically trying to untangle himself as Hype leans back, pulling Sean higher and higher, hanging him right there for the world to see! [align=center]You wanted to! Why dya leave the keys upon the table?[/align] Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!! [align=center]You wanted to![/align] The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown. [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] Kailey stands, comtemplating her fate before signing her life away to Madison Lee via a TNT contract. [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align] The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit! Dante doesn't get a moment to rest as both women drag the Icon to his feet, they put in a double front facelock before they gazing out among the crowd that know damn well's a good time to boo. The ladies both raise their outside arms to the air before DROPPING DANTE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DOUBLE DDT!!! Kennedy holds Kailey's arms as Nadia rears back and CRACKS KAILEY IN THE FACE WITH A SHUFFLE SIDE KICK! Kailey crashes to the wooden walkway as Kennedy releases her! Kennedy slaps her knee, prepping the crowd for what's to come as Dante begins to slowly recover from the DDT. He climbs to a knee… dun dun dun! Kennedy sprints at him, springs off his knee and CRACKS HIM UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH HER OWN KNEE!! [align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Wake Up! *Whispered* Wake up[/align] Dante gets his balance again then hooks Jim under both arms and locks his hands together BUT DANTE SLIPS OFF THE CAGE!! HIS FEET LAND ON THE TOP ROPE AND HE PULLS JIM DOWN WITH THE UNDERHOOK AND PULLS HIM OVER WITH A SUPLEX BOTH MEN LANDING HARD BACK INTO THE RING!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES! Graver sneering and Bill grinning, but Graver soon charges toward Bill. Bill simply stands there until Graver gets close enough, steps up on his knee, and KURIYAMA KICKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Nadia scoops her opponent across her shoulders. She whips the opponent's legs around DROPPING THEM BACK-FIRST ONTO THE MAT WITH A SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align] Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE! [align=center]Here ya go create another fable! You wanted to![/align] Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to![/align] Out of nowhere, Nadia nails Dante between the legs with a low blow, doubling the Hardcore Icon over. As Dante takes in the sweet, sweet pain, Kennedy BLASTS HIM WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to![/align] Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table You wanted to![/align] Jim hoists Rage up onto his shoulders, the image moves to slow-mo, AS HE DRIVES HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE BURNING HAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align] Max drags Sean up in a gutwrench position before hoisting his deadweight over his shoulder, dropping him down slightly before leaping into the air and DROPPING SEAN ON HIS SKULL WITH THE BLACK TUESDAY!!! [align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align] The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS (For once it’s these guys) GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hype gets in an errant fist that smacks straight off Sean’s nose and staggers him backwards several feet. He teeters on the tray before re-gathering his bearings, and charges at The Hype! He looks to bury his shoulder into Kane’s chest but instinct sets in and Hype hooks his arms around the Knight, throwing him over his head with a Belly To Belly! Sean flies through the air... crashes into the rig, severing it’s remaining connections, sending both The Black Knight and the mass of metal spiralling toward the ground. Sean lands first, the rig, second! Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!! The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen… [align=center] [/align]…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team. JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Tuesday Night Throwdown! We are live in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! We are jammed packed in the Wachovia Center for what is sure to be an epic night! TM: I've got a bad feeling about TNT tonight, Jonathan. I don't know what it is. JH: There's certainly an air of unpredictability in the air. And why wouldn't there be? The Rejects and Jim O'Brien are both in the house tonight. We saw what happened with them last week! TM: And Swytch and Kennedy are both booked to compete tonight! No word on Carlos Kane, however. JH: And on the other side of the spectrum, Remy Barteaux is scheduled for Tag Team Contendership tonight and I'm sure I saw April Lynn backstage. TM: Was Sean here? 'Cuz that could be disasterous for Remy. JH: I haven't seen Sean but I know Remy and April are both here. And Kennedy and Swytch, as you said. And Jim O'Brien as well as both Rejects. TM: Two men that aren't here, however, are Ragin' and Dante Coles. And I couldn't be more relieved! JH: Last week's main-event didn't go the way anyone hoped, especially Dante. Ragin' used a foul shot with brass knuckles to secure a victory over Dante Coles. You just know if they were here tonight, no one would be able to keep Dante from Ragin'. TM: Maybe that isn't such a bad thing! JH: Scarily enough, I agree. But we don't have to worry about that tonight. We've got enough drama circulating around the Wachovia Center. Let's start things off simple with our opener. Extreme Ninja #2 in his second match, taking on a newcomer by the name of Melanie Halstead. TM: Ooooh, more TNT Ladies. I like. 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"[/align] 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. TM: Well, here we are, Hitchen. First match of the night. You excited? JH: For sure, Thomas. We get to see the debut of a new TNT superstar, as well as another match for the Extreme Ninja. TM: Yeah, maybe he’ll have a little more luck this time… 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: Yeah, I dunno about you, Hitchen. But it’s a little weird for me to watch a ninja disrobe in the middle of the ring. JH: He’s just taking his robe off. Stop using the English language to make jokes. TM: Why the hell not? It’s OUR language. JH: BECAUSE WE SODDING INVENTED IT!! The moog-a-licious opening to Darren Hayes’ “I Like the Way” hits our crowd and they respond as could be expected. Glitter and low lights set the mood for the arrival of Melanie Halstead as Darren begins singing the opening verse. TM: Heeey, lookie Hitchen! Glitter! JH: Yep. Makes for some pretty atmosphere for this new talent, Thoma-- TM: OW!! FUCK!! IT’S IN MY EYE!!! IT FUCKING STINGS!!! GET IT OUT!!! JH: What the hell!? What the bloody hell is wrong with you!? TM: I looked up, OK! Some of the glitter got in my eye!! CHRIST!! It fucking stings!! Melanie waves to her fans (or at least the FIW fans watching her right now) as she walks to the ring and the song approaches its chorus. [align=center]Because I like the way you move in the dark...[/align] Melanie gets down on all fours and slinks under the bottom rope as the lights drop to barely let us see her features. [align=center]I like the tension, the tension and the spark...[/align] She pops to her feet as pyros EXPLODE from the turnbuckles and bring the lights back up in full. Melanie climbs a turnbuckle and thrusts a proud fist into the air, then climbs back down and awaits the start of the match as her music fades. TM: I think I got it out. JH: Well, thank heavens THAT crisis has been averted. Can we get back to talking about the match now? TM: It’s not even started! JH: Yeah, and you’re already ruining it. TM: But… but… comic banter! JH: But nothing. Sit down, shut up, and call the match like you’re paid to do. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, from Bismarck, North Dakota… making her TNT debut… MMMMMELANIE… HALLLLLSTEAAAAAD!!! Some cheers for Mel from those who recognize her from the BK promo, and from men. Men like women, I hear. MA: And her opponent, from Detroit Michigan… he weighs in at 180 lbs… EXTREEEEEEEME NINJAAAA NUMBER TWOOOOOOOOO!!! The ninja holds up his sign, which reads ‘applause’. The fans do just that, as he has a cult following for some reason or another. Logan black replaces Mr. Anderson in the ring, looks between the two, dusts his hands off, and nods. The bell rings at his cue, and we begin the match. Melanie extends her hand, smiling at Extreme Ninja. He shakes it, then whips out his sign, writing something on it. Sign: What kind of lotion do you use? Melanie: 100% pure whoop-ass. Thank God for that mic under the ring, else we’d have never heard that witty prelude to the stiff boot to the gut Mel gives the ninja. She then proceeds to hook him in a chancerie and LIFT him off his feet, slapping him back down to the mat with an impressive-- JH: VERTICAL SUUUPLEXXAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! TM: Jesus, not even a minute into her career and you’re marking out for her. JH: Come on, Thomas. First move of the night is a good old vertical suplex. How can you not mark out? Melanie then quickly pulls the ninja up off the canvas and whips him toward the ropes. Ninja rebounds, and Melanie takes him down with a-- JH: LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!! TM: MAN! That’s a stiff hit from a chick! I don’t think I’ve SEEN stiffer! JH: Are you saying the Shot Heard Round the World isn’t stiff? TM: Um… n--.. wait… y-… DAMMIT HITCHEN, STOP TRYING TO CONFUSE ME!! Mel bends down and pulls the ninja back up into another whip to the other set of ropes. This time the ninja is prepared, however, hopping up onto her shoulders and--GETTING POWERBOMBED INTO THE MATS!! JH: DAMN! That was smart! This girl really pulled out all the stops! TM: Yeah, she’s OK. She’s got good boobs, and her butt is nice. JH: Boobs and butts, is that all you can think about? TM: That depends, are we talking about your m-- JH: Don’t even. That joke is so over. Melanie holds Extreme Ninja’s legs in a pinning position, and Logan leisurely drops to count… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! Nope. Extreme Ninja kicks out.[/align] TM: Ah, now here we are. Rookie mistake. You can’t pin THIS early in the match. JH: Just waiting for something, weren’t you Thomas? TM: You know me too well, Hitch. Extreme Ninja manages to scramble away to his sign, pick it up and scribble something on it. Sign: I’m going to kick you in the head now. Melanie makes the unimpressed face as Ninja leaps into the air with a kick, and Mel guides him to the mat. He skids, then climbs to his feet, just in time to take a good hard elbow shot right to the temple! Ninja recoils a bit, holding his head with one hand. Melanie seizes that hand and pulls #2 back into a hammerlock! TM: What the hell is that? JH: A hammerlock. Remember, that move that used to be a legitimate wrestling submission? TM: Is… is that what she’s doing? It’s… it’s been so LONG!! EN hops a bit, flailing his other arm trying to swat Mel away, but no luck. She just wrenches his elbow and wrist even more. Ninja starts getting a bit smarter and tries kicking Mel’s legs out from under her. She steps back JUST in the nick of time for the kick to miss, but evidently gets frustrated with his antics and swings him around, maintaining the lock, hooks him in a chancerie, and kicks both of her feet out from under her, with a sharp dropkick to EN’s knees that takes both him AND her down to the mat with a DDT!! JH: THAT was SHARP!! TM: Whoa whoa whoa. This is big time wrestling, lady, not the indy feds! We don’t tolerate that fancy move crap here! JH: Shut up, Thomas. This is FIW, not WWE! Fancy moves make the match, and that one was called the Whipscorpion, or at least that’s what my information sheet says. TM: So you knew it was coming, but you just acted surprised with the rest of us? Hitchen, you dirty liar… EN flops onto his back, but then as an afterthought rolls outside, snatching his pen and board on the way out. He backs into a small group of Ninja fans in the front row, scribbling something onto his sign then holding it up for Melanie to see. Sign: Give up yet? Melanie smiles and shakes her head. Ninja sighs and looks back down at his board, erasing it and beginning his writing again. Mel takes this opportunity to charge for the ropes and grab the top one, tossing herself over and to the outside where she CRASHES into Ninja, forcing his back into the steel barricades! JH: SUICIDE DIVEEEAAAAHHH!! Amazing stuff from Melanie! She’s really lighting up this match. TM: Yeah, and as usual, the Ninja’s doing two things; Jack, and shit. And Jack left town. The ninja fans are displeased by Mel’s work on EN, and begin assaulting her with their cardboard swords. She just shrugs them off and pulls the ninja to his feet, whipping him toward the apron and rolling him into the ring. Melanie, of course, follows, and pulls him to his feet once more. She whips him to the ropes for some velocity, then captures him around the middle and WRENCHES him overhead with a-- JH: BELLY TO BELLY SUUUUPLEEXXAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Ninja hits HARD, flopping again on the mat. Mel celebrates with a “whoo!“ and a raised fist. The ninja, meanwhile, reaches for his sign and marker, but Melanie kick them away, eager to continue showing off her stuff. She pulls him to his feet and does a bit of a tango with him by twisting his arm into an arm wrench. She bends him over by stepping closer to him, puts her leg over his shoulder, and DROPS backward, DDTING HIS SKULL INTO THE MATS!!! JH: DAMN! What a DDT! Ladies and gentlemen, she calls that the Starstruck, and I’m betting Extreme Ninja #2 is certainly seeing stars right now. TM: That was great, Hitchen. You’re so witty. Once again Melanie goes for the cover, and once again Logan Black drops to count. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] YES! She wins! Darren Hayes’ music perks back up as she has her arm raised by the referee. MA: Here is your winner, MELANIE… HALLLSTEAADD!!! She does a victory stand on the turnbuckle as the impressed fans applaud her before exiting through the ropes and marching up the ramp. Melanie disappears behind the curtain, and almost immediately we cut backstage where Bill is waiting in the adjoining hall for her. He’s trying to look stern and suppress a smile, but let’s face it; he can’t. Melanie smiles up at him and bounces ever so slightly. Melanie: Hi! BK: Hey there. So… I come to the arena to cut a promo about how I’m great, and who’s here but you, winning a wrestling match, no less! How’s that “dream job” workin’ out for ya? Melanie rubs her hands together, making a pleased face. Melanie: Wonderfully! BK: Y’know… you coulda said something. Melanie: Nope. She looks at him, waiting for him to take the next step. BK: Yeah, soo… Bill makes that all-too-familiar scratch-the-back-of-my-head awkward pose before grinning. BK: Man, you knew who I was, didn’t you? You little cheat. Melanie grins, giggling slightly. She moves up and hugs him. This surprises BK just a bit, but he hugs her back, patting her slightly with a bemused look on his face. Melanie: I did know who you were… but I couldn’t tell you all of that! Because… this is just so much more fun! … well, for me. I’m sure Lee was driving you up a wall. BK: Ohhh, so THAT’S why he’s been monitoring my TV habits. Man, I just thought he was playing “Secret Agent Lee” again. Bill looks over his shoulder as Melanie laughs. BK: I’m not kiddin’, he’s not right in the head. He smiles jokingly, still pretty happy to see the hot girl from the disco. Melanie: Yeah, but outta your friends I figured he was the best to keep from seeing me all week. I spent ten minutes in the closet with Toby because YOU had to eat your sandwich at the concession table! BK: It was coffee, actually. Bill chuckles as Graver and Onikage walk up behind him, eyebrows raised. BK: Eh… we should probably get out of the gorilla position. Go talk about this somewhere else, huh? Melanie: Yeah, I’m all for chatting, but I’d REALLY like to grab a shower first. She makes the ‘can you not see the stench lines emenating from my body’ hand movement. Bill chuckles and screws up his eyebrows, shaking his head. He puts an arm over her shoulders and guides her past the Rejects. BK: So… you like Quiznos? Melanie laughs melodically as they turn the corner. Graver turns to look at his partner and shrugs. Graver: I’d do her. Onikage just shakes his head as we cut to our next scene. Somewhere in the backstage passageways of the Wachovia Centre we find the reigning Fighting Spirit Champion and general ragin’ Cajun, Remy Barteaux. He strides through the corridors with a distinct lack of cocky stride, his face betraying the inner turmoil waging within his mind. As he reaches the end of the hall where it splits off in two differing directions he lays his eyes on a beautiful sight, one that brings a brief smile to his straightened lips. April Lynn stands chatting to an unknown, completely oblivious to the fact that she’s being observed rather longingly from the intersection, and if Remy were to have his way she’d remain ignorant to his presence. But alas. He reluctantly turns away, torn between his feelings and the vague threats still ringing in his mind, ringing so loud that he almost doesn’t hear her sweet voice drifting towards him. April: Remy! Hey Remy. He grimaces as he hears her jogging up behind him, though hides it well behind a smile as he spins round to face her. Remy: Hey there, Ah didn’t see ya. April: How ya been? I called you yesterday but you never answered. Is everything ok? Once again he finds himself torn as he stares into those baby blues. Torn between the truth, that he’s been avoiding her for fear of Stefan’s words coming to pass, and lying to her, so as not to worry her pretty little head. Remy: Ah been…everyt’ing’s fine. Jus’ fine. He makes his choice, and it twists his insides as he notices the gleam of scepticism in her eyes. April: Ok, so, I was thinking, since I did such a good job of kicking pretty much all of Graver’s ass last week, why don’t I accompany you and Carl to the ring, give you some pointers. She smiles jokingly, though it’s far from infectious as Remy tries his best to mirror her jovial attitude. He fights the words but they come out anyway. Remy: No. Ah mean, Ah don’t t’ink dhat’s a good idea, cher. Graver and Onikage, dhey animals, unpredictable. Ah don’t want you out dhere wit’ dhem, could be dangerous. April: Dangerous? I can handle Graver… She leans in, almost whispering her words as if sharing a closely guarded secret. April: …His weak spot, is his groin. She winks knowingly, again with the light hearted smile, and again with Remy’s valiant attempt to duplicate it. April: Come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll be your own personal cheerleader. He melts just a little as he looks down into those azure orbs, his conflicted face reflected back at him. Remy: Ah don’t think it’s a good idea. You got Sean ta be looking out for, Ah’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate me hijacking his girl for cheerleading duties. April is, apparently, not as skilled at hiding her emotions as the Cajun as it becomes obvious she feels more then a little rejected. April: Sean’ll be fine. I just figured maybe you’d -- Remy: Well Ah don’t. A silence falls between them, awkward in nature as April’s face turns a pale shade of hurt. April: Fine. Well good luck then. If you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to Sean. Remy nods, no verbal goodbye for fear of opening his mouth and calling her back to him. Instead she turns on her heels and heads off down one of the diverging corridors. As she leaves his field of vision, Remy’s head drops into his palms, then snaps back as he glares at the ceiling tiles. He turns to walk away, quietly berating himself as he wanders off down the corridor. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] The house lights drop and the thudding bass of Trent Reznor's new hit "The Hand that Feeds" thumps into our ears. [align=center]You're keeping in step... in the line Got your chin held high and you feel just fine Because you do... what you're told But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold! Just how deep do you believe? Will you bite the hand that feeds?[/align] White lights pulsate, silhouetting Graver and Onikage. Faint light comes up, enough that we see Oni in front of Graver, his arms crossed in the straight-edge xXx. Graver looks at Oni and shakes his head, then downs the beer bottle in his fist. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the number one contendership of the FIW Tag Team Championship. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 440lbs, Onikage, Graver, THE REEEEEEEEJEEEEEEEECTS!!! They start walking toward the ring, Oni going backward and making gestures at Graver, pointing to the white X on the back of his hand. Graver shrugs and points to a stupid-looking fan in the front row and laughs at him. Oni walks up and goes to give the fan a high five, but psychs him out, causing many flippings of the bird at both wrestlers. The two continue to the ring, Onikage trotting over to the steel stairs to stand proudly with his arms crossed. Graver gets into the ring and walks over to the center of the ring. As the music hits a critical point Graver lifts up his beer can clinched in his fist. Only a mere seconds afterwards Onikage hops right in front of Graver and lifts up his arms in a X fashion giving the xXx symbol. Onikage pauses for a moment and then looks back slowly at Graver who simply glares at his partner. Not to be out done Graver climbs the turnbuckle, and flips each and every fan in the building off. They converge in their corner and begin talking strategy, or more likely, kickass rock n' roll bands. TM: Just think Hitchen, these guys could very well bring the tag titles home to TNT. JH: What a horrible thought. TM: Oh, I suppose you’d rather have a couple of crooks like Remy and Carl representing our brand. JH: The lesser of two evils, Tommy. "Shatter" tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT's Cajun sensations, The Merchants of Menace. Both appear as shadows silhouetted against the entrance, one slim and athletic, one gigantic and broad. [align=center]“Coming around my senses torn Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed As long as you see it as long as you know As long as you fake it nobody knows”[/align] Both men make their way along the raised platform, Remy smiling that cocky smile as he glances about the arena, Carl focused on the ring with his usual calm stoicism. MA: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 530lbs, Remy Barteaux, Carl Lucas, THE MERCHANTS, OF, MEEEEEENAAAAAAAACE!!! As they reach for the ring the smaller of the two steps through the ropes and darts to a far corner, ascending the turnbuckle and throwing his arms out to the crowd as Mr Lucas steps over the top cable and moves toward ring centre. [align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] Remy drops down, having absorbed enough love for one night, and turns his attention to his opponent’s, or more specifically, Graver. TM: I wouldn’t wanna be in Remy’s shoes. JH: Indeed. After costing Graver a match last week, you just know that revenge is on the mind of the Detroit native. TM: I just meant that Remy has ugly ass shoes, but yeah, that too. Both teams huddle in their respective corners as they decided who’s gonna start. As Onikage steps forward for the Rejects, Remy steps out onto the apron and apparently “volunteers” Carl to get the party started. JH: Remy apparently saving himself for Graver. TM: Big mistake. Graver’s gonna tear him apart when they get in there. Michaela calls for the bell and both legal men step toward centre. Oni looks the big man up and down as the Cajun beast considers the masked freak with curiosity. The Reject circles it’s prey for a few moments, before darting in with a jabbing palm strike to his gut! Carl barely winces, and so Oni come back with a another, then a closed fist, and another, and a hard kick, followed by another, and another! Carl staggers slightly but doesn’t seem too fazed by it all, he simply waits for a break in the strikes before shoving his own palm out and pie facing ‘Kage down into the canvas! JH: The power of this guy. One push and he sends 250lbs tumbling across the ring. Lucas takes to walking and moves in on his opponent. Reaching down he takes the masked man by the scruff of his neck…and gets kicked upside the temple for his trouble! Carl reels backwards from the blow and gives Onikage the space he needs to regain his footing and charge at the big fella, uppercutting his chin with a STIFF looking forearm that snaps Carl’s head back with sickening force. TM: Ha! Check out Oni. The bigger they are, Hitchen. Oni drops to a knee in front of the Cajun and takes his right fist in this left hand, pushing the very point of his right elbow back into Carl’s gut as hard as in-humanly possible! JH: Ack, that’s gonna wind any man, no matter the size. Truer words. Carl doubles over in pain and Oni takes to his feet, stepping to the side and raising his laces up into the face of Carl Lucas, Viciously snapping the big man up to verticality! TM: Oni’s relentless here, he could fell the beast with these strikes! As Carl takes his hand to his face and checks for blood, Oni backs up to a nearby corner and pulls himself up to the second buckle. He waits for Mr. Lucas to turn his attention in his direction and leaps off with a Shinning Wizard! JH: JUMP! NO!! Carl managed to block the attempted Wizard! He sees the Reject flying towards him and manages to rather sloppily catch him before any he comes to any more harm, pushing him forward and down and slamming him spine first into the canvas with a VERY sloppy spinebuster type move! Oni arches his back in pain as Carl staggers away and catches the breath that was so rudely blown out of him earlier. He glances around to see Remy with his palm out, looking for the tag to give his partner a much needed breather. Carl steps back toward the corner and slaps Barteaux’s hand. TM: That’s right, Carl, you run from Oni. You know he had you beat, homey! JH: Homey? TM: Shut up cracker. Carl steps out onto the apron as Remy comes in, and bee-lines straight for the downed Onikage. He scoops him up and ricochets him off the ropes, spinning him back into the canvas with a lighting fast Powerslam! Again Oni’s back is arched in pain as Remy pulls him into a seated position, runs the ropes and cracks his feet into ‘Kage’s vertebrae with a low angled Dropkick! JH: Remy picking up the slack from his teamate, targeting that back and perhaps setting him up for the Cajun Drawl. TM: Or perhaps, old friends, setting himself up for a fall *puffs on pipe* JH: Where did you get that pipe? TM: Ahdunno, pipe shop? Remy reaches down and scoops the masked one from the canvas, firing a forearm across his jaw to keep him compliant as he heaves him up onto his shoulders. He pumphandles his dangling arm and sets him up ready to be spun into the ground with the… JH: JAMBALAYA -- NO!! Oni manages to kick his legs out and land them on the canvas! He whips his body round, trading positions with Remy before falling backwards and crashes the back of the Cajun’s head into the canvas with a Reverse… TM: DEE DEE TEEEEE! Awesome reversal! Oni falls back against the ropes and gives his back a chance to recover as his opponent rolls about on the canvas clutching his head. TM: Oni’s back in control! As Remy rolls onto his stomach, Onikage moves in and decides to help him to his feet. He drags him up, but the Cajun swats him away -- No! Oni raises a quick knee into Remy’s face that sends him reeling back into the ropes behind him! As he come bouncing back he takes a boot to the gut, and Oni hooks him up into the… JH: CANVAS SMAAAAAASHHH!!! Another DDT to the Cajun! Oni rolls up to a knee, the pangs in his back seemingly non existent now as he feels favour swinging back his way. He takes to his feet, grinning down at his prey before…getting slapped on the back by Graver! TM: Graver’s coming in. Oh-oh, Remy, daddy’s home. JH: Onikage was just getting warmed up, he doesn’t look happy. Indeed he does not. He grabs Graver’s arm as he steps into the ring and pulls him round to face him, questioning him as to his actions and why he felt the need to stop Oni’s stride. Graver bickers back and the two seem to ignore Remy until he’s fully taken to his wobbly feet. They turn to see the groggy champion and Graver decides that the discussion is over, and cracks Remy across the jaw with a clenched fist! He looks for another, but finds his arm snagged by Oni who steps up and smacks his own fist across the moosh of the Cajun, as if to say “That’s how it’s done.” JH: Are they actually gonna squabble over this? Who can punch Remy hardest? TM: My money’s on Graver, he’s teh awesome! Graver comes back with a straight jab that snaps Remy’s head backwards and seems to knock a little sense into the human punching bag. Oni swings for another but Remy ducks and throws a kick into his gut, interrupting their little game and annoying Graver who charges straight at him with a clothesline. TM: Fun times over boys. Remy hits canvas but soon finds himself raising back up with a little help from his not friends. Graver fires a mean right into his gut to keep him quiet as Oni comes back into the scene, taking one of the Cajun’s wrists as his partner takes the other. They whip him into the ropes and await him to return. TM: Mmmm, PAM-cakes! JH: Sorry, mate, looks like they’re off the menu. As The Rejected ones look to apply some double teaming hurt to Remy, Carl interjects. Interjects his boot into Oni’s face that is. JH: SOOOOOOOOLE BROTHAAAAAA!!! Oni drops and Graver’s left Hip Tossing Remy alone, only for the Cajun to switch-a-roo on him and counter it into a nifty looking DDT! Michaela shoos Carl back to his corner as Oni rolls towards his, Remy rolling to the side to catch his bearings as Graver cradles his head in his hands. JH: Graver and Remy. This is what both men want I’m sure. Remy uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, his eyes watching Graver as the metal head rolls into his front and pushes himself up to his hands and knees, cueing Remy to drat in, step off his back and splat him back into the canvas with the… JH: REMY-SAAAAAULLLLLLTAHHH!!! TM: Musta taken all of two minutes to come up with that name. Remy is back to his feet and putting the boots to Graver as he lays splayed out on the canvas. The Cajun reaches down and picks him off the floor, socking a clenched fist across his jaw and placing a boot into his gut before hooking him into a chancery and heaving him up into the sky. He holds him there for a moment before driving his head back down into the mat with a Brainbuster! JH: That’s une! Remy spins his hips and brings him back to verticality, keeping the hold and spiking him back into the canvas for the… JH: Deux! Again Remy spins the hips, bringing both men back up before…Graver fights back! He sends a right hand into Remy’s gut, and another, and another until he weakens his hold and Graver can slip free. He thinks fast and takes Remy’s wrist, whipping him into his own corner before taking a moment to shake the cobwebs loose from his head. JH: Graver’s noggin has taken a bit of a beating there, but he’s managed to fight back into this. He staggers around a bit before getting his bearings and turning his attention back on Barteaux, who shakes away his own mind webs and charges back out -- No! Oni reaches over the top rope and locks in a Sleeper -- No! A Mandible Claw! NO! BOTH! JH: FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS! He’s in the ropes! Break it up! Remy struggles to free himself and Michaela is torn between breaking the hold up…or stopping Carl from charging into the ring! JH: Here comes the big man! Turns out she doesn’t have to worry herself with Carl though, as Graver makes a bee line for him and dives into his knee with a uncharacteristic Dropkick! It does the job and takes the big fella down to a knee, allowing Graver to head off into the ropes and charge back, lambasting him upside the head with the… JH: SHINING MEEEEEAT HOOKAAAAHHHH!!! Carl drops to the side and Graver turns to see Michaela counting the illegal hold in the opposite corner of the ring. Without hesitation, the Detroit metal head dashes in, prompting Oni to release his grasp as Graver slams into Remy as if he’s… JH: IN THE PIIIIIIIIIT!!!! Elbows, knees, fists and feet pound Remy into almost non-existence as Michaela tries to pry him off, but he’s having way to much fun to have it interrupted. TM: Look at him go, he’s like a freaking machine. JH: Or an animal. TM: Either way, he’s kicking Cajun ass. Michaela starts her count, but only gets to a three before Graver finds himself spun round by the silent sentinel that is Carl Lucas! To a huge cheer from the crowd, Carl wraps a mighty hand around Gravers throat and heaves him up into the air, squeezing the life out of him as he dangles like a rag doll. JH: SILENCE IS GOLDEN, THOMAS! TM: Blatant choke! Ref! Do something! As Michaela finds herself once again having to implement the rules, Oni reaches over and slaps a hand on Graver’s back. He climbs to the top rope, ignoring a bruised and battered Remy now slumped below him, and waits for his opening…before flying off with a Cross-body -- NO! Carl tosses Graver aside and catches the masked freak at the last second! He heaves him up Gorilla Press style above his head and drops him -- NO! Graver shoulder charges the back of Carl’s knee and the big fella drops to the canvas, with Oni landing on top! Graver looks to Michaela to count, but she shrugs. TM: Count you stupid… JH: Carl’s not legal. TM: Dammit! Oni rolls off the giant and he and Graver proceed to put the boots in, slowly but surely pushing the big man toward the apron so that they can concentrate on captain legal over there. They both grab the top rope, pushing Carl down to the floor with their feet, before congratulating each other for a job well done and turning back…to find Remy on his feet! JH: MOB HIIIIIIIT!!! Remy’s boot cracks off Oni’s jaw and the masked Reject hits the canvas! Graver runs in but Remy turns into him and manages to scoop him up onto his shoulders! He spins off F-5 style, landing his legs on the ropes and letting them rest there for a mere moment, before dropping to his knees and cracking Graver’s jaw off his shoulder with the… JH: CAAAAJUUUN SPIIIIIIIIICE!!! Remy pins…but Graver’s not the legal man! TM: HA! Idiot! JH: Remy was out for that tag, and with so much chaos going on it’s hard to keep up. TM: I’m surprised Michaela is managing. Remy gets to his feet, angered and confused by the lack of a count and turns to argue his point with the ref…only to take a Spinning Wheel kick to the jaw from Oni! Remy hits canvas and ‘Kage looks set to finish the job, when suddenly the tron flickers into life and draws his attention toward the giant screen. "Well hello there, kids!" JH: Wait, what's this? What's on the TNTron? We find none other than ''The Monster Of TNT'' himself on the TNTron. A black overcoat covers him with a black suit covering his underneath. Black aviator-styled sunglasses cover his eyes and a massive grin across his face. Though we don't find him backstage or anywhere inside the arena. Or just inside, for that matter. Behind Jim is a pale green pasturehundreds of large, carved stones sticking from the ground. An unfamiliar sight for TNT but a familiar one to Jim O'Brien, a graveyard. O'Brien: I hope I wasn't interrupting anything important. Because I, Jim O'Brien, the Man In Black, The Monster Of TNT, have two very important messages regarding a certain band of... Rejects. And I flew all the way to Detroit, Michigan to tell it. Now, just a heads up this is not a live recording, so it may be a day or so dated. But my messages are not. Jim places his hands in his coat pocket and turns to his left, and gets to steppin'. His breath visibly exits his mouth as he speaks. O'Brien: First, to Mr. Graves. I'm going to be blunt, and I'm sure the network censors won't like this a whole lot. But Graver, you are an ignorant little twat. I normally wouldn't even give someone as worthless as you the light of day, but because of who you're coat-tailing off of, I pay attention. Now keep in mind you're absolutley worthless to me, and I could care less about what you say or do. But I know a young woman who's in love with the idea of of kicking your larynx in and ripping your vocal chords straight from your throat. And since it evens up the numbers game, I have no reason to protest. And one last thing... *leaning close to the camera* You're favorite band sucks. Jim leans back and pulls a slip of paper from his pocket. He looks to it, then down yonder. O'Brien: Just a few more headstones and then we'll have the meat and potatoes of our story. A story that's not an easy one to tell. I give Onikage props for being honest and candid last week. Because in a business that has so much glam and glitzy shit, realism nearly takes a back seat. *stopping and looking downward* Ah, here we are. Franklin George Stark. Jim walks up next to the headstone and kneels down right next to it so the camera can get a good look at the headstone. Jim reads off of it... O'Brien: "Franklin George Stark. Born February Seventh, 1952. Died September Twenty-first, 1993." I'm sure to the bazillions at home, this is not a recognizable name. But I'm sure you do, Onikage. Onikage would recognize this name because... Well, this is his dear ol' Dad. We cue back to the ring, where Onikage has completely left and has made it to about the middle of the rampway for a better look. We then cue back to the TNTron where Jim has quite the evil grin on his face. O'Brien: I did some homework on Frank. His early life and childhood aren't really important. But his later years were quite interesting, though. In the mid seventies he met a young woman who we'll call "Olivia" for security purposes. Because the last thing she would want is to be bothered at the supermarket, especially considering her part in this story. But they were young, ex hippies in love who later married in 1977. A year later, they gave birth to a bouncing baby boy who, for security purposes, we'll call Onikage. Anyways, in the late sixities Frank had picked up some bad habits, illegal habits which controlled him. Fueled him. Not the love of his creator or his family, like most. Whiskey was his wife and heroine was his son as far as he was concerned. And because of his rampant drug use and untreated alcohol addiction, or as we call in the business, his "demons," it destroyed his relationship with his wife and son. Poor Olivia would've divorced the sumbitch, but she was scared for her life. Fearing saying the word "divorce" to Frankie would put a shotgun shell between her eyes, leaving their son all alone with Frank. The possibility of Frank harming their son or their son being morphed into a clone of his father perturbed her. Jim looks up from the headstone to face everyone watching, to face Onikage. O'Brien: But because Frank's demons controlled his life didn't mean he didn't care. He had high expectations for his wife and his son. All he ever wanted from a wife was nothing any different than what any other husband wants... A good meal, clean laundry, hot sex, that sorta stuff. But hey, Olivia's human. Not every meal is gonna be fantastic. Not every stain is gonna come out and not every climax is gonna be reached. And Frankie-Poo didn't like that a whole lot. So if Olivia were to take part in anything or do something to Frank's disliking, as Champ Kind from Anchorman would say, "W-W-Whammy!" He'd level her with a haymaker that'd make me jealous. And the same rules applied with lil' Oni. A poor report card or any unfinished chores, *sending a fist into an open palm* Bam. We cue back to ringside, where we see that Onikage is... Well, he's gotta be fuming. Can't tell with that mask on. We then cue back to the TNTron. O'Brien: And this took place for all of Onikage's childhood. Poor Onikage would walk into elementary and middle school with black eyes and broken bones. "I fell down the steps" or "I tripped on my toys" or "I was wrestling with my friends" he would always say. But in reality, it was dear ol' dad demanding perfection. But when you think about his idea of perfection... Hmmm. Was a home cooked meal or a pair of clean slacks or the occasional night of passion too much to ask for? Was a decent report card or a clean room or the garbage being taken out too much to ask for? Look at it from this perspective - Maybe if you studied a little harder and Mommy would cook a fucking meat loaf once in awhile, maybe dear ol' Frank wouldn'tve been so violent. Maybe if you took the laundry basket downstairs once in awhile and Mommy provided an evening or sheer ecstasy once in awhile, maybe Dad would've put the bottle down for good and push the needles aside once and for all! Ya ever think of that?! We cue back to Onikage who... Well, its a good thing he's got that mask on. Because if looks could kill, Jim would've died a good four or five times already. Course, its not live so he probably wouldn't anyway. Cueing back to Jim... O'Brien: Y'know, most wouldn't want to be associated or seen on the same level as this man. But you know what? I embrace it. It makes my cold, black heart all warm and fuzzy knowing that Onikage sees me as a Father figure to him. Jim removes his sunglasses and wipes mock tears from his eyes. O'Brien: So... y'know what I'm gonna do? Considering the new connection I have with Frank and Onikage, I'm going to take up a couple habits of Frank's. No, not dopin' or drinkin'. What I'm gonna take up... IS BEATING THE HOLY FUCK OUT OF YOU, ONIKAGE! Jim tosses his sunglasses aside, revealing his enraged, wrathful eyes. He growls out... O'Brien: The physical and mental trauma brought upon by your father will amount to NOTHING! NOTHING! COMPARED TO THE WRATH OF JIM O'BRIEN! Especially now. No more mopin' around for me. It's back to the fine suits, the suuuuuplexes, the Motorhead intro, the works. And there's nobody I'd rather have to make my "comeback" against than you, Onikage. You want my spot? Come and fuckin' take it. With that, the TNTron fades out. TM: Onikage! Behind you! Behind you! JH: The Rejects shot at the tag titles may be in jeopardy. Oni stands at the ropes, shouting up at the screen as Jim disappears into nothing. Almost. He turns into Onikage staring back at himself. He turns around -- into a HUGE right hand from Carl! He falls back onto the ropes and springs back out as the big guy takes him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Remy follows and both men rebound off the cables at the same time, both being thrown back towards the waiting giant! TM: This is bull! Carl lifts, Remy catches, and both men bring Onikage down into the canvas with the… JH: CAJUN DEATH DROOOOOOOOOOOPP!!! Remy drops into a pin and Michaela is stunned. TM: Graver, abort the pin. ABORT! Carl runs straight at Graver, thwacking him off the apron with a boot to the face as he tries to come in for the save! Michaela drops down and slams a hand onto the mat! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] TM: NOOOO! That’s not fair dammit! “Shatter” rips through the speakers as Remy gets to his feet, and finds himself scooped off them by Carl, who hugs him so tight Remy almost taps out. MA: Here are your winners, and the number one contenders for the FIW TAAAAG TEAM CHAMPIONHIIIIIIIPS!!! REMY. CARL. THE MERCHANTS, OF, MEEEEEEENAAAAAAACE!!! The two Cajuns celebrate in the ring as Onikage lies there staring up at the lighting rigs, Graver sitting up on his knees at ringside, hand coddling the side of his face as 'Shatter' brings a disgruntled grumble from the tag partner. JH: Well there you have it, TNT’s contenders for the tag team titles. TM: Stupid Jim! He cost the Rejects their shot! JH: Oni didn’t HAVE to take his mind off the contest. TM: Jim didn’t HAVE to run his mouth in the middle of a freaking match. We cut backstage to Madison Lee's office. The General Manager is seated behind her desk, Kennedy standing beside it as the two women are engaged in a conversation. Madison: That's exactly why I booked it. You can't sit there and honestly tell me it doesn't bug you that Ragin' is running rampant on here with an undefeated streak just because he knows how to cheat. I'm sorry but I won't allow it. Kennedy: I guess you're right. Do whatever you want to. Madison: That's part of being the general manager. I can do whatever I want. And what I want, is a rematch next week here on TNT. Dante Coles versus Ragin' one more time. I want a real winner. Kennedy shrugs her shoulders, her face showing exactly how much she doesn't care about this situation. After all, it doesn't involve her. Kennedy: Fine. But uh, that's not the reason you called me here, is it? Because that's quite the let down. Madison shakes her head at Kennedy's impatience. Or maybe it's her lack of appreciation. Who knows? Madison does. And she'll tell us right now. Madison: That's not why I called you here, Kennedy. I called you here so I could officially announce your match at Vendetta on Sunday, December 18th. In the main-event, it will be Kennedy challenging for the Dual Crown Championship against Swytch! Kennedy is all smiles until she hears the name of the champion. Her eyes move to Madison, a troublesome look within them. She slowly shakes her head, informing Madison that isn't entirely what she was looking for. Madison: …with, Carlos Kane in your corner, of course. Okay, that brings the smile back to her face. Kennedy: That sounds a whole lot better. And considering the way the past few weeks have gone, I'd say we're gonna have a new Dual Crown Champion at Vendetta. Madison isn't sold and Kennedy spots it. She shrugs her shoulder, encouraging Madison to speak what's on her mind. Kennedy: What? Madison: Nothing. I was just thinking less than the past few weeks and thinking of… well, last week. When Swytch put Carlos Kane through that glass table. Kennedy: Oh my God! That was one week! Are you forgetting that the two weeks prior to that, Swytch was laid out in the middle of that ring! Madison: If you say so, Kennedy. All I'm saying is, don't get too confident. We actually want to get the Dual Crown Titles from Swytch. Kennedy doesn't seem happy about the speech but she doesn't have the energy to argue it any more. Kennedy: Fine. A knock at the door disrupts them talking further. As does the visitor that doesn't bother waiting for an invite. And it's even more infuriating to our GM when she founds out it's a random stagehand. Madison: Uh, excuse you. Stagehand: My apologies, Miss Lee. Carlos Kane has arrived at the arena and he's not happy. Madison sighs, shooting Kennedy a look. Kennedy gives a shrugs in response. Madison: Tell him to come to my office. Stagehand: Uh, actually… he's demanding to speak with Kennedy. In his locker room. Madison turns to Kennedy, looking pretty relaxed now. Kennedy, however, is the exact opposite. Kennedy: What? No. Tell him that-- Stagehand: I really don't relay messages back and forth. I have a job to do. The stagehand backs out of the room, holding his hands up apologetically. Kennedy: Uh! No he didn't! Madison: Kennedy. Get to his locker room and calm him down. If he ruins this for us… we're screwed. And I won't let him keep me from getting the Dual Crown from Swytch. And you better not let him either. Got it? Kennedy takes a breath, slowly nodding her head. Kennedy: Fine. I'll do this. Consider it done. Kennedy takes her leave from the scene, leaving Madison to finally get back to work. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Nov 30 2005, 12:01 AM Post #2 |
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Our cameras find their way backstage to see Graver catching up with Onikage, who is wildly looking around the Wachovia Center, knocking over bins, kicking open doors and looking inside. Graver grabs him by the shoulders and wheels him around. Graver: Dude! What the fuck!? Onikage: Where is he!? Graver: Dude, who gives a fuck!? Seriously! Christ, man, you just let yourself lose thanks to him! Onikage doesn’t appear to be paying any attention to Graver, instead looking around and over his shoulder. Graver grabs him by the face and turns his eyes toward him. Graver: Look, muchacho. You cost ME the match letting yourself get rolled up like that. Now you’re back here letting’ O’Brien get to you? Fuck him, man. So he fucked around at your Dad’s grave. So what? You don’t like your dad anyway, right? Onikage: Don’t you say ONE WORD-- Graver: Shut up. Dude, you’ve lost it. You’re obsessed. Keep lookin’ for him for all I care, piss up a rope, shit ten bricks. I’m outta here. We’ll talk tag matches sometime when your head isn’t wrapped around O’Brien's ass. Graver shakes his head and walks off. Oni watches him leave, then turns to continue his search for Jim O’Brien. We cut to backstage where the view opens in the main gathering area. We can hear the fans cheering and booing, whichever they choose, as wrestlers come into view. A waving hand grabs the attention of the camera and we move in closer to find an eager Toby Bostock wriggling a finger, signalling for us to follow. Toby: whispering Now, I have run across Kailey Lane, mentally preparing for tonight's match. We have to be very quiet though because, well... Toby looks right into the camera as if sharing a secret. Toby: We all know how she is about cameras. Nodding knowingly into the lens, Toby winks and turns back around to double-check where he is heading. Toby: still whispering Yes, just this way. Toby and the camera turn a corner toward the back of the arena and a faint glow from an open doorway is all there is to light their way. A shuffle is heard as Toby makes his way to the opposite side of the doorway, giving the camera room to peek inside. It appears to be a small, dimly-lit room where Kailey seems to be doing some moves to warm-up. Toby: Kailey! There you are! Kailey nearly jumps out of her skin. Kailey: You know, Toby, for a face interviewer, you sure don't know how to help your side. Toby looks confused but continues. Toby: How do you feel about your match with Kendra Norton tonight against Kennedy and Nadia? Kailey: Kendra is a good fighter with the same goals as I have. Toby: What about Kennedy and Nadia? Kailey: We all know how I feel about Nadia. Toby: And Kennedy? Kailey takes a moment, running her hands through her hair, then looks back to Toby. Kailey Kennedy has lowered herself to Nadia's standards.... Something catches Toby's eye and he moves away from Kailey. Kailey:... If she wants to stand in my way of getting to Nadia, so be it. But it won't be pretty. Toby: To celebrate later? Kailey brows furrow, wondering what in the world the interviewer is talking about. She walks over to where Toby stands and, in front of him is a folding chair which was not there when she entered the room. It sits now by the doorway and, upon the unfolded seat, are two champagne glasses and a single small square of cheese. Kailey's eyes widen and Toby picks up the little square of dairy goodness. He wrinkles his nose at the dried piece of cheese and starts to turn toward Kailey. Toby: Better get something more fresh. Kailey? Kailey? The camera pans around to show a now empty room. Toby: NOW where did she go? The house lights drop and smoke billows out onto the stage as the opening chords to "The Outsider" are strummed out into the arena. A dim glow peeks through the smoke and begins to pulse with the beat. [align=center]"Help me if you can It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired So could you please..."[/align] JH: It looks like we're about to be joined by the Dual Crown Champion. TM: It isn't time for his match yet! We still need to see Kennedy and Nadia! What is this?! 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. [align=center]Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires[/align] Staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin. He treads down the walkway to the ring, stepping along the apron to the corner where he starts to climb. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle. MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Odessa, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds… he is the Dual Crown Champion… SWWWYYYTTCCHHH!!!! JH: This was scheduled to be our main-event tonight and unless Kennedy, Nadia, Kendra and Kailey aren't competing tonight, then I don't know what's going on. TM: Kennedy and Nadia better be here tonight! JH: Well, you should go talk to Madison Lee. TM: I should. Nothing worth staying here for. [align=center]You're lying to yourself again Suicidal imbecile…[/align] He steps over the ropes and drops down into the ring, falling backwards against the turnbuckles. Swytch sits on the middle pad lazily, his head twitching slightly as he waits for the match to start. JH: You have to wonder if we'll see Kennedy out here at all for this match. TM: One can only hope. JH: That stagehand said that Carlos Kane is in the building as well. So if Swytch heard that, I'd hope he's keeping an eye out. [align=center]The smashing chords of 'Line In The Sand' hammer over the PA, being welcomed by a chorus of boos. The lights turn to a dark red, almost a maroon. EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY[/align] JH: And here comes his opponent for the night. A former Dual Crown Champion, Jim O'Brien. TM: Uh, where? JH: What do you mean, where? TM: I mean, where! Where is he? [align=center]The spotlight scours the stage as the music continues to play but no Jim O'Brien makes his way out through the curtain. In the ring, Swytch remains in his seated position, not even acknowledging his lack of opponent. TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I AM EVOLUTION, EVOLUTION[/align] JH: Well, I'm getting word from the backstage area that Jim is not in the gorilla position and no one can find him. TM: He's probably off having sex with Kendra. That's all those two have been concerned with lately. I've never seen a couple that is more concerned with each other than what they're supposed to be doing. JH: They're not a couple, Thomas. TM: Whatever. You know, they were too busy with each other all week to even talk about their matches. Just last night they finally made room in their busy schedule. Poor Kailey couldn't even find Kendra all week. Then she tried to call Kailey last night. Uh, she was probably sleeping, moron! She has a match today! Still no Jim O'Brien makes his way out from the back. Instead, the music cuts off and a stagehand makes their way through the curtain, hurrying towards the ring. Michael Anderson meets them at the ropes, listening to whatever it is they have to say. Michael nods his head and moves center ring as the stagehand heads backstage. MA: Ladies and gentleman, I have just been informed that Jim O'Brien is not in the arena and has forfeit this match! Therefore, your winner… SWWWWYYYTCCHH!! The crowd a little perplexed. They cheer Swytch for being the winner but they're left wondering why the hell Jim O'Brien wouldn't show up for this match, especially after just getting his motivation back. Swytch cocks his head at being proclaimed the winner, not giving any indication he's aware of what just went on. JH: Well, there it is. Swytch is the winner of this match via forfeit. You gotta wonder what happened to Jim. TM: Bah! Who cares? Swytch gets a win, that gives you a happy. The match doesn't happen, that gives me a happy. 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 with a microphone in hand. The crowd boo the former fan favorite, well aware she's out here to torment Swytch some more. TM: Hey! This really gives me a happy! JH: What is Kennedy doing out here? TM: Maybe she's gonna have her match now? Kennedy: Swytch! Sweetpie, what a victory, huh? Wow, I am so impressed. Our match for Vendetta just got a little scary after seeing you "topple" the MONSTER of Tuesday Nights! TM: That's sarcasm in her voice, right? JH: Loud and clear. Swytch stands, stepping out of the corner, staring at Kennedy with a sidelong glare. Kennedy, a safe distance from him, shows no fear against the DC. Kennedy: I have to say, as much as I am looking forward to Vendetta… I think you might be looking forward to it just a LITTLE bit more. I mean, after all, in your warped mind, this is the closest thing to a date with me as you'll ever get. I mean, I bet you're already getting a little excited just thinking about it! JH: Oh please. It's amazing how much she enjoys thinking about people wanting her. TM: Well, when every does… JH: They do not. And I highly doubt Swytch has any warm fuzzies for Kennedy. Kennedy: You know, Swytch. Last week, you really impressed me. I mean, what you did to Carlos Kane was… vicious! That's the ruthless nature everyone's come to expect from you. All those weeks of being a pussy were finally behind you. You took charge! You showed everyone that there's still a beast inside you! Kennedy nods her head as the crowd wait on every word, just waiting for the catch. Kennedy: It's just a shame that… *laughs* well, you're back to being the one thing a sick freak like you will never get. Swytch doesn't even have a chance to respond to her barb, nor does anyone else. Carlos jumps the guard rail as she finishes her insult and slides into the ring from behind. He applies a half nelson on Swytch and… Swytch drops out! He spins around and drives the air out of Hype with a hard knee to the gut! Swytch locks Hype up with a front facelock before reaching over with his free arm and pulling Hype's outside arm across Hype's own back. Swytch hooks his leg inside Hype's and DROPS HIM WITH A DDT!!! JH: Wow! Carlos Kane tried to sneak attack Swytch one more time but he just got dropped on his head in a flash! TM: Oh my God! Poor Hype! Did you see the impact his head took?! Swytch jumps back to his feet, spinning around to lock his eyes on Kennedy as she starts to a stop halfway down the walkway. She looks around before slowly backing away, wanting nothing to do with Swytch. JH: Again! Again she's gonna leave Carlos Kane to fend for himself! And fend he better! Swytch turns his attention back to Carlos, grabbing his pant leg and exposing that steel brace around the Hype's knee. Swytch grabs it and rips it off of Carlos before SMASHING the knee with it! TM: Hey! This isn't right, Jonathan! Go do something about him! JH: Uh-uh! I do agree that it isn't right though. But then again, neither was trying to attack Swytch from behind again. Swytch stomps down on Hype's leg over and over and over again as Carlos tries to clutch at it but either gets his hands stomped on or has to pull them away. Swytch drags Carlos up, SMASHING him in the face with a stiff elbow strike! He hooks Carlos up and DROPS HIM WITH A REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! JH: Ugh! One Second To Insanity from Swytch. Watching this I don't know who to feel bad for. TM: Feel bad for Carlos! This is twice in two weeks that Swytch is beating on him! JH: It's not Swytch's fault! He is just defending himself! TM: This goes beyond defense, Jonathan! Swytch kicks at Carlos, kicking him under the bottom rope and letting him drop to the mats on the outside. He turns his attention back to Kennedy, making sure she's just watching and not getting any bright ideas about running down. He hops out of the ring, grabbing Carlos' leg and dragging him over to the ring steps. TM: Uh-oh. What's he gonna do here? Hitchen, what's he doing? JH: I have no idea. Swytch pulls the stairs loose from the ring, stuffs Carlos' bad leg in between them before shoving the steps back into place. Barely conscious, Carlos finds himself wedged between the ring and the steel, unable to free himself. Swytch backs and runs at the steps, DROPKICKING THEM INTO CARLOS' KNEE!!! JH: UGH! Did you hear that?! That's steel on bone! TM: Jonathan! This goes way behind defense! He is trying to destroy Carlos Kane's career! JH: You're right about that. It does go behind defense. But I think Swytch has had enough of this double teaming. Swytch climbs back to his feet, staring at Kennedy as he heads towards the stairs. Kennedy backs up even more towards the curtain but Swytch stops and turns back towards Carlos. He runs again, DROPKICKING THEM ONE MORE TIME INTO CARLOS' KNEE!! Carlos cries out, trying to grab at his leg but unable to get at it. JH: Oh my God… I can't even imagine the damage done to Carlos Kane's knee right now. TM: It wasn't even fully healed from the time Sean James destroyed it. And now this! Swytch gets back to his feet, staring down at Carlos, a twisted smile coming to his black lips when he sees the pain Carlos Kane is in, trying to clutch at his knee. A low, throaty laughter works it's way up from Swytch, almost in a growl as he seems to enjoy watching the Hype suffering. JH: Swytch seems very pleased with himself and I-- HEY! Hey what? Swytch stumbles forward as a loud CRACK echoes throughout the arena! The crowd all gasp in unison as they see Swytch drop to a knee with Kennedy standing behind him. JH: What did she-- what's in her hand! Kennedy raises it into the air, laughing as everyone sets their sights on the steel pipe in her grasp. She rears back with it one more time as Swytch tries to make his way back up to his feet. The crowd boo and scream at Kennedy but there's nothing they can do as she CRACKS the steel across the back of the champ's head one more time! JH: UGH! That sound is sick! I can't even watch it! TM: Look at Kennedy go! This is kind of sexy, Jonathan! Swytch slumps into a heap on the mats as Kennedy stands over him with the solid steel still in her hands. EMTs rush onto the scene, lodging Carlos Kane from the steps and getting him away from the action. Referees come at Kennedy but a look and some words back them up. She throws the pipe down to the floor, raising her hands into the air as she stands over Swytch with a smile on her face. JH: I cannot believe what we just watched! Swytch just destroyed Carlos Kane's knee and then Kennedy… with that steel pipe in hand… Swytch could have some serious damage to the head! TM: If he can't compete at Vendetta, Kennedy gets the title by forfeit@ JH: No, that's not fair! Kennedy just-- TM: Pssh! Don't wanna hear it. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] We're back live on TNT, the camera focusing on the steel pipe still laying at ringside. Swytch and Carlos Kane, as well as Kennedy, are long gone from the scene but the weapon still remains. JH: Welcome back ladies and gentleman. I cannot believe what we witnesses just moments ago. TM: Yeah, I… well I don't know what to say about what happened. JH: Let's take a look back at it what transpired before the break. The beautifully loved TNT recap frame finds its way around the edge of our TV screen as we are taken back to moments ago… Carlos Kane slides into the ring, attempting the Franchise but quickly finding himself planted into the canvas with a Hammerlock DDT from Swytch! A freeze frame fades into Swytch ripping the knee brace off Carlos Kane's leg before smashing the bad knee with the brace! Next we are treated to Swytch's river-dancing on Hype's leg. JH: Here you see the brutal assault to Carlos Kane's already bad knee. It was injured a few months back by Sean James and Carlos refused to let it fully heal before coming back. TM: Swytch went too far here, Jonathan. I know he was just defending himself but this was too far. Next image that fills our screen is Carlos Kane's bad knee trapped between the ring and steel steps as Swytch runs and DROPKICKS the stairs into the bad knee! Fade to the second DROPKICK into the steel stairs, into Carlos' knee, into the ring! JH: And if that wasn't enough, two dropkicks into the steel stairs after trapping Kane's bad knee between them and the ring. TM: Carlos Kane's leg can't be in good shape after that. And this was just coming off a great return after missing two months due to Sean James' attack. JH: That's true. He missed two months of in-ring action and then, without over-speculating, we don't know how long he'll be out with this knee situation. But that wasn't the end, Thomas. It got even worse, if that's possible. With Swytch standing over Hype's body, Kennedy comes from behind CRACKING a steel pipe upside the back of Swytch's head! Freeze frame of Swytch crumbled on the floor, we cut to the next scene. Shakily, Swytch is trying to regain his footing when Kennedy rears back and CRACKS him once again upside the back of the head with the pipe! Swytch drops to the mats, unmoving as Kennedy celebrates her assault. JH: I don't know where Kennedy got that pipe from but what I do know is that it really did the job on Swytch. Take a look at what happened during the break. During The Break: We see referees surrounding Swytch, attempting to help the Dual Crown Champion to his feet. Swytch does get to his feet and SWINGS his arms at the referees, causing them all to jump back. In the process, Swytch loses his footing and stumbles back into the ring apron, using it to stay as vertical as possible. Referees move back in to help Swytch but with a glazed look in his eyes, he growls out at them, causing them to back up once again. JH: Swytch refused the help of TNT officials and EVENTUALLY made it to the back on his own. TM: It took nearly the entire commercial break as well. JH: Of course, we're getting word that as soon as Swytch made it through the curtain he lost consciousness one more time. That just shows you how much damage may have been done by that steel pipe and how much energy it takes for Swytch to even attempt to walk! TM: And from what I'm hearing, Swytch is being taken to a nearby medical facility so they can't get some CAT scans and x-rays. Find out if this is going to be something that'll keep Swytch from competing. JH: Kennedy would love that. I can't believe how low she has sunk tonight. To attack someone like that. It's just… ugh, let's get on with the show. I don't even want to talk about it anymore. 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. JH: Ugh. I can't believe she can even show her face out here again tonight. But I guess we're getting ready for the Ladies Tag Team Match. TM: Aw. No duo entrance. Kennedy and Nadia are even hot together than they are individually. JH: Makes you wonder if there's some animosity between Kennedy and Nadia. Maybe Nadia has some humanity in her and doesn't like what Kennedy did tonight. TM: Of course there isn't! JH: Humanity in Nadia? Yeah, I don't reckon there is either. Climbing in under the middle rope she enters the ring, shooting a look back at the drunks that dare whistle at her entrance. She makes her way to the far corner, turning her nose up in disgust at the ringside fans as she turns her back on them, leaning back into the turnbuckle to awaits the start of the match. JH: No Madison Lee accompanying Kennedy out here tonight. She seemed quite suspicious of Kennedy earlier in the week. TM: You know I'm all about Miss Lee but I really don't understand what she was getting out. Was she's questioning if Kennedy likes Swytch? Why would anyone like Swytch? JH: That's what it sounded like to me. I have no idea what would give her that impression. Kennedy has been nothing but crude and uncaring towards the Dual Crown Champion. TM: The treatment everyone should give him, if you want my opinion. Michael Anderson brings the microphone to his lips, ready to bellow out that this tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, but Kennedy snatches the microphone from his hands, much to his dismay. She moves into the center of the ring as the music fades out and the crowd boos replace it. JH: Looks like Kennedy has something to say. Maybe she'll tell us why Nadia isn't coming out with her. Kennedy: I just wanted to say, that my tag team partner and bestest friend in the whole world, Nadia Kassle, will not be here tonight. The crowd hoot and holler and generally cheer this announcement. Kennedy hears it all a much different way, nodding in sympathy for all the people disappointed. JH: No Nadia tonight, Thomas. TM: Nooo! Noooo! It can't be. Kennedy: A couple days ago… Nadia was involved in an accident. The crowd aren't so jolly anymore, are they? No, they are human beings and they're compassionate enough to care about an individual, even if they don't like them. JH: Oh my God. TM: No! Nadia, poor sweet beautiful, Nadia. Kennedy: No, I'm totally kidding! Nadia just had to fly out to Hollywood for something more important than Philadelphia. Honestly, I'd rather be with her in California right now than this hole in the wall town. Boos and jeers. Much like you'd expect from comments like that in Philadelphia. Kennedy doesn't seem to hear those either, much like the earlier reactions. Kennedy: So I'm afraid this little ladies tag team match isn't going to be happening. In fact, you guys already saw me once tonight when I showed Swytch just how scared of him I am not! I totally DESTROY the Dual Crown Champion tonight, sent him out of this arena barely able to walk and therefore, sending him a message for Vendetta. And that message clearly states that I will become the next Dual Crown Cham-- But Kennedy is cut off as a voice rings out over the arena… [align=center]"Ohhh no! You don't get out of it THAT easily!"[/align] "Defy You" begins to play and Kailey strides out onto the stage, wagging her finger back and forth. She mouths, "Not gonna happen!" and makes her way to the ring, a smirk on her face and her eyes locked on Kennedy. She bends over and swings her body through the middle and top ropes and walks straight up to Kennedy, standing toe to toe. TM: Hey! What is she doing?! Kennedy just said this match isn't happening! JH: Well, quite frankly, it isn't Kennedy's authority! Kennedy: Uh, excuse me, Sped. Did you not hear me? This match: not happening. So why don't you turn yourself around-- Again Kennedy is cut off, as Kailey snatches the microphone out of Kennedy's hand, stunning the Lady and getting a nice pop from the live crowd. Kailey: And I say it IS! Kailey tosses the microphone aside the crowd go crazy at the thought of Kennedy in a handicap match. Or maybe they just want to see Kennedy and Kailey throw down. Kennedy backs up, shaking her head as Kailey motions for Kennedy to bring it. JH: How about that? TM: What?! It's not in Kailey's authority either! The crowd is going crazy, urging Kennedy to fight, as does Kailey. But Kennedy shakes her head 'no', her hands up in surrender as she mouths off at the fans deciding to call her chicken and a bad word. ??: Ladies, ladies, ladies… A voice rings out over the speakers, drawing the fans attention to the stage. Kailey knows it right off the bat, spinning slowly, dark eyes narrowed together as they lay on Madison Lee making her way out onto the stage. TM: Uh-oh. Take this Kailey! She's gonna get it now. Trying to bait Kennedy into a match. How unprofessional! JH: She was supposed to wrestle Kennedy! It's not Kailey's fault Nadia bailed on her job. TM: HEY! Nadia is an international celebrity! She's probably at a charity event right now, I guarantee you! JH: Oh yeah. I believe that one! Nadia doesn't know the meaning of the word. Madison stands center stage, microphone at her side as she gazes out at the fans that are none too happy to see her right now. They want to see Kailey kick Kennedy's teeth in. Madison: The match isn't happening… TM: HA! Take that! JH: Dammit. The crowd boo their worst but it seems Madison isn't done. Madison: The match is happening… TM: WHAT?! She can't do that? Can she? JH: She's the general manager. She can do what she pleases! The crowd cheer now… cheer their best? Oh well, Madison still isn't done, however. Madison: I really wish you two would stop making decisions. There is only one decision maker around here, and you're looking at her! TM: Yeah. Take that! The match isn't happening, right? JH: Will you shut up? Madison: It is true that Nadia Kassle is not in the building tonight and informed me yesterday that she wouldn't be able to make it back from Hollywood in time to compete in her match tonight. That is why the Ladies Tag has yet to happen, and that is why it won't be happening. More boos and hatred coming off the crowd. They hate being screwed out of a match. Kennedy just smiles and nods her head. Kailey, however, doesn't smile and shakes her head in disgust at the GM. TM: Thank goodness! JH: Kennedy is able to side-step Kailey once more. This is getting ridiculous! Madison: And on top of that, Kendra Norton has gone off in search of her… *eye roll* non-boyfriend Jim O'Brien. So there's no possible way we could even have a Ladies Tag Team Match here and now… but… we could have Kennedy… one-on-one… with Kailey Lane. The crowd go crazy once again, blowing the roof off the arena… but not literally because the roof is still there. Kennedy's face drops, slowly shaking her head as a wicked smile finds its way on the face of Kailey Lane. TM: WHAT?! She's kidding, right? JH: Doesn't look like it to me. Madison: This crowd came here looking for a ladies tag team match. I can't deliver that, so I'll do them one better. For the first time ever, one-on-one in that ring… Kailey Lane versus Kennedy! The crowd can't believe it and neither can Kennedy. Kailey turns towards her former best friend, confident look on her face as she motions for Kennedy to bring it on. Kennedy tries to reason with Kailey, to no avail. Madison: Oh wait. One more thing… ladies and gentleman, let me introduce to you, the special guest referee for this contest… 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. From the gloom steps out, clad in a TNT official referee shirt (minus the sleeves because I think they were too restricting), the most hated man on Tuesday Night Throwdown… Ragin'. JH: No freaking way! TM: What the? What is Madison thinking? The words ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say” sound out as Kailey, once again, slowly turns towards the stage, this time not in anger, not in rage, in sheer disbelief as her former flame saunters down the walkway, a smirk on his face as he eyes her up and down. He hesitates at the ropes, asking if Kailey wants to hold them open for him. She definitely declines with a simple look. JH: This is totally unbelievable. We heard earlier tonight that this man is gonna face off with Dante Coles next week in a one-on-one rematch after Ragin' cheated last week but why would Madison Lee make this man the special guest referee? TM: Well… Hitchen, it's not like he really cares for either woman in this match. JH: He also hates any and everything TNT. There's no way this won't end in a disaster. Ragin' climbs in, causing Kailey to back step, wanting to be no where near him. She steps right back into Kennedy's grasp! Kennedy grabs a handful of hair and DRAGS KAILEY DOWN ONTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD! She rains down on Kailey with boots as Ragin' signals for the bell. DING-DING Kennedy drags Kailey to her feet but Kailey breaks the hold on her, firing a hard right hand upside the side of Kennedy's face, knocking Kennedy down to her rear! She holds the side of her face, staring up at Kailey in shock. Kailey's expression is stone-cold as it remains on Kennedy. JH: Look at that look in Kailey's eyes. The friendship is indeed over, folks. TM: Kailey said it earlier tonight and now she's showing it. Kailey makes no move for Kennedy, just simply staring at the woman as she regains her footing. No sneak attacks, no double-team… face to face. The two ladies move in towards each other, quickly locking up into a collar and elbow tie-up. Both ladies lobby for control but similar heights and weights leave them at a stand-still. No! Kailey throws a leg behind Kennedy's, taking her down to the mat! Immediately Kailey opens up with right hands, already in the mounted position! JH: Nice back heel trip from Kailey there! Taking Kailey down to the canvas. TM: And look at her! Closed fists! JH: Kailey is not looking for anymore reasoning with Kennedy. It's finally come down to what Kennedy apparently wanted. Kailey gets a couple hard shots in by finds herself restrained as Ragin' grabs her by the arms, dragging her off of Kennedy! Kailey breaks the hold and spins around, fist raised as Ragin' holds his hands up, pointing to the FIW logo on his referee shirt. TM: Ah! Ah-ha! Look at Kailey. Gotta watch her. She'll lose her cool in a second. Grudgingly, Kailey backs off of Ragin', finding a smug smile on her face due to it. Kennedy grabs Kailey by the pants, dragging her down to the mat with a schoolgirl roll-up! Ragin' goes into the count… [align=center]ONE… Kick-out by Kailey![/align] TM: That was a long-ass count, ref! JH: Ragin', not hustling into the cover there. You said it, Thomas. Ragin' doesn't particularly like either of these two women. And as I said, he doesn't like anything TNT. I can't imagine why he would want to ref this match. TM: Two words. Kailey. Lane. Despite needing to get on Kailey, Kennedy's attention is on Ragin', asking him what the hell his problem is. Ragin' tells her that it was a one-count. Kennedy doesn't agree but is done arguing. She moves right into a punch to the stomach from Kailey! Kailey raises to her feet, rocking Kennedy with an elbow strike! She changes it up, cracking Kennedy across the chest with a hard chop! TM: Ouch! Listen to those chops! They hurt me! Kailey grabs Kennedy by the wrist, whipping her into the opposite set of the ropes! Kennedy rebounds and Kailey lowers her head too soon! Kennedy stops short, kicking Kailey hard in the shoulder! Kennedy runs again, taking Kailey down with a swinging neckbreaker! She quickly covers! JH: Another cover from Kennedy! And Kailey kicks out before Ragin' even gets into position! TM: To be fair, Ragin's moving like a turtle in there! Kennedy sits Kailey up with the use of the hair and slaps on a sleeper hold before Kailey can get her situated enough to fight back! Ragin' gets in Kailey's face, asking if she wants to quit but it's just a sleeper hold. Not only that, but it was JUST locked in! Kailey fights at Kennedy's hold, something that becomes harder to do as Ragin' sits on his knees, talking to Kailey like she were a child. The Master of Rage mocks the Southerner as Kennedy attempts to squeeze the air out of her. JH: A textbook sleeper hold applied to Kailey right now. Ragin' doesn't look too sympathetic. TM: What makes it textbook? JH: That's not really the point, Thomas. TM: You don't know, do you? Seeing no intent of Kailey throwing in the towel, Kennedy releases the hold. Kailey sucks in some oxygen, giving Kennedy time to drive a knee into the woman's back! Kennedy backs off the ropes and flips over Kailey, snapping her neck forward then back with a flipping neckbreaker! Ragin' watches with mild interest, probably glad he moved out of the way before Kennedy landed on him with that flip. TM: Look at the athleticism of Kennedy! It's beautiful. JH: It was a nice neckbreaker. Kennedy seems to be targeting the neck and head area of Kailey. TM: And what's Kailey targeting? Nothing. She's getting owned. JH: She is not. Kennedy celebrates her move, the crowd not enjoying it in the slightest. Meanwhile, Kailey makes her way to the corner, using the ropes to climb to her feet as she rubs the back of her neck. She turns around just in time to get SQUASHED IN THE CORNER WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM KENNEDY! Kennedy rebounds out, grabbing a handful of Kailey's hair to keep her as vertical as she can. Kennedy slips behind the woman, sitting herself on the top rope and applying another sleeper hold around Kailey's throat, lifting the woman off her feet! JH: A seated choke from Kennedy! That's illegal! TM: What makes it illegal? JH: For one, she's choking her! For two, they're in the ropes! Kailey struggles against the lack of oxygen as Ragin' doesn't hustle into ending the illegal activity. He counts, though. One………. Two…………. Three………………. Four………… Kennedy releases her! Kailey drops to a knee, choking in some air as Kennedy stands and accepts praise for her move. None is given. She grabs Kailey by the hair again, pulling her up… No! Kailey reaches back, grabbing Kennedy by the head and SNAPMARING HER OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! JH: Kailey with a snapmare from the top rope! That buys her some time! TM: Poor Kennedy! Her back just crashed into that canvas! JH: She's used to being there. On her back, I mean. TM: Hey! That's cold, Johnny! Kailey rests in the corner, trying to get as much air into her lungs as she can. Kennedy, holding her lower back, raises to her feet and turns INTO A CLOTHESLINE FROM KAILEY! She hits the mat and springs back to her feet, getting cracked with a kick to her thigh! Kailey cracks it again! And again! And again! JH: Impressive kicks from Kailey! Trying to knot up the thigh muscle of Kennedy. That's clever. Slow the pace of Kennedy. Kailey spins, cracking Kennedy with a spinning roundhouse kick! Kennedy keeps her balance though! Kailey's foot hit’s the mat and without a hesitation pushes off it, TAKING KENNEDY DOWN WITH A CRESCENT KICK! JH: The Tornado Alley! And listen to this crowd going absolutely crazy for Kailey! Kailey takes no more than one moment to catch her breath before moving in. She pulls Kennedy up to her feet, applying a front facelock and backing away from the ropes. She throws Kennedy's arm over her own head and SNAPS the woman over with a suplex! Kailey floats over into a backwards somersault, covering Kennedy! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… Kick-out by Kennedy![/align] JH: More lazy officiating from Ragin'! Otherwise I think Kailey would've had that! TM: No, I don't think so. Kennedy knew he'd count slow. She's smart. Used it to catch her breath, I think. Kailey gives Ragin' no more than a glare as she spots the smirk on his face, enjoying getting under Kailey's skin. Kailey pulls Kennedy back up, grabbing her by the wrist and whipping her off the ropes… Kennedy counters the whip though! Kailey hits the ropes and comes back, ducking whatever Kennedy had intended! Kailey wraps her arms around Kennedy's waist as she ducks, spinning around and throwing Kennedy through the top and middle rope! JH: Clever move there by Kailey. Maneuvering Kennedy to the outside. TM: Yeah, but now where is Kailey going? Kailey steps out onto the apron, much to Ragin's advisory to keep the fight inside… like he cares. Kennedy climbs back to her feet, unaware of Kailey running the apron and driving into a Lou Thesz, pressing Kennedy back down to the floor! Kailey immediately nails around with more closed fists as Ragin's being his count… 1 2 3 4 JH: Is that a fast count? TM: Dammit! It is! He's trying to count them both out! 5 6 7 8 Kailey spots the count nearing ten and growls her distaste at Ragin'. She pulls Kennedy to her feet and throws her in under the bottom rope before following in behind her. TM: Oh good. She brought Kennedy back in so she couldn't get counted out. JH: Kailey does not want this match to end that way. Ragin' doesn't look too pleased to find that he has to cease his count but whatever. He gets to play referee a bit longer with Kailey. Kailey covers with a lateral press, holding her forearm against Kennedy's cheek, trying to keep her down on the canvas. But Ragin's snail-like speed allows Kennedy to kick-out before even the one takes place! JH: There you see Kailey's aggressive nature. She's a fighter and that's what she's here to do. TM: Not only that, but she doesn't want to be here. Kailey drags Kennedy up to her feet, whipping her off to the ropes once again, but again Kennedy counters. This time she twists in the whip, maneuvering herself to pull Kailey into a kick to the stomach! Kennedy quickly locks Kailey in a front-facelock, kicks her leg and PLANTS KAILEY VERTICALLY WITH A DDT!! JH: The DDT from Kennedy! This could be the difference maker! TM: Did you see that?! Kailey looked like an exclamation point before falling onto her back! It was kind of hot to see Kennedy drive her like that. Out of nowhere! Kennedy moves into the cover, hooking Kailey's leg. And again… Ragin' moves at the slowest pace possible. [align=center]ONE… …TWO… Kick-out by Kailey![/align] Kennedy can't believe it! She slaps the mat before running her hands through her hair. Ragin' just climbs back to his feet, shrugging his shoulders. Kennedy bounds to her feet, getting in Ragin's face as she throws a hissy. Ragin' just points to his nifty FIW logo on his shirt, finding himself entirely uninterested in Kennedy's whining. TM: That was a three count! Most definitely! JH: Kailey got her shoulder up. Much like Kennedy before her. By Ragin's orders, this match is NOT over. TM: It's never gonna be over at this rate! Kennedy turns back to find Kailey slowly stirring. She's shaking her head, trying to get the cobwebs out from the ringing DDT. Kennedy gets into place, calling for Kailey to get up to her knee. Kailey is entirely unaware as the crowd motion and holler for Kailey to watch out for Kennedy. Kennedy just has a big smile on her face, slapping at her knee as she prepares to nail the Shot! Kailey climbs to that dreaded knee and Kennedy sprints to her, springs off the Nashville Star's knee and GETS DRIVEN INTO THE CANVAS BY A SPINEBUSTER FROM KAILEY!!! JH: The Spinebuster! Kailey just countered the Shining Wizard with a Spinebuster! TM: What the hell? She's been watching too many of Dante's matches! JH: Kailey watches everything. She's constantly trying to improve every day, Thomas. Keep ahead of the competition. It's smart. Both ladies find themselves on the canvas and Ragin' gets to have another count. This one, much like the ring-out count, is making up for the slowness of his pin counts. 1 2 3 4 JH: Whoa! Slow it down, Ragin'! TM: Really! Let Kennedy get up! Neither lady is moving though. Kailey still trying to get her head clear from that DDT, as well as recovering from the energy exerted from that quick spinebuster. And Kennedy is down and out from the surprise spinebuster, not having done any favors from the earlier attacks from Kailey. 5 6 7 8 9 A big smile comes over Ragin's face as he hits the nine count. He actually stops to check if either girl is stirring and considering he counted to nine in what would normally be a three count, they are barely. He slowly raises both hands for the ten count when… JH: Holy sh-- TM: Who is that?! Ragin' finds himself speared to the mat by Dante Coles! The crowd go crazy as Dante just starts swinging with rights and lefts, anything that'll connect with the surprised Ragin'! He attempts to get his arms up but Dante's fists are a blur with speed! He climbs to his feet, dragging Ragin' by the collar as he does. He immediately hooks Ragin' up and TOSSES HIM OVER WITH A URANAGE!! JH: Dante Coles wasn't even supposed to be in the building tonight but he's here! TM: And opening a can of whoop-ass on Ragin'! JH: He meets Ragin' next week in that rematch but I guess he didn't want to wait until next week! Dante nips back up to his feet, taking a mere moment to play up to the crowd as they go crazy over seeing Ragin' pay for what he's done and what he wishes he could do to the TNTers. Dante turns back on Ragin', eyes locked on him as he anxiously awaits him to stand… but then he backs off. Dante digs into his pocket, searching for something. TM: What is he doing? He's… uh-oh… Jonathan… JH: Are those brass knuckles? Indeed they are. Dante slips the metal onto his fingers as he waits for Ragin' to climb to his feet. A bit ditzy from the attack, Ragin' spins around and walks RIGHT INTO A STEEL PUNCH FROM DANTE!!! Ragin' drops like a sack of potatoes, rolling outside the ring as he does. Dante slips off the knuckles and throws them down on Ragin' before moving to the nearest turnbuckle, throwing his arm into the air as the fans go wild! JH: I guess that's that for tonight's main-event! Ragin' was ready to decide a double knock-out but thanks to Dante, that didn't happen! Dante climbs off the turnbuckle and turns right into Kennedy. She makes no move to attack and Dante does the same. Instead, Kennedy gets in his face bitching about something. She points down to Ragin' and then points to Kailey, slapping her hands together three times. JH: What is she…? Is she trying to say Dante ruined that match? TM: He did! Kennedy was JUST about to throw an arm over Kailey, I'm sure of it! JH: She was about to lose the match! As was Kailey! Due to Ragin's TNT-hating ways. Dante couldn't care less about Kennedy's dislike of his interference and just puts a hand in her face. This just irritates Kennedy more, mostly due to the fans loving every second of it. She hauls back and… The house lights drop! JH: Wait a minute! TM: It just got dark in here! Smoke billows out onto the stage as the opening chords to "The Outsider" are strummed out into the arena. A dim glow peeks through the smoke and begins to pulse with the beat. [align=center]"Help me if you can It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired So could you please..."[/align] The crowd murmurs in anticipation, Kennedy watches in awe, 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, looking worse for wear but standing on his own two feet, causing the crowd to cheer for the painted man before them...Swytch. JH: Oh my God! It's Swytch! Swytch is still here and Kennedy can't believe! TM: Kennedy can't believe it! I can't believe it! [align=center]Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires[/align] Staring out at Kennedy from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin. He treads down the walkway to the ring. Kennedy turns and RUNS! But Dante's has a handful of her hair! TM: Let her go you stupid baboon! JH: Kennedy's trying to leg it after that cheap assault on Swytch but Dante isn't having any of it! Kennedy screams out and turns herself around, CRACKING DANTE WITH A RIGHT HAND! No! Dante blocks the strike! The releases Kennedy's hair and whips her hand away, causing her to spin around, RIGHT INTO A BOOT FROM KAILEY! Kailey grabs Kennedy by the hair and THROWS HER DOWN ONTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD! JH: Dante AND Kailey preventing Kennedy from making her great escape! TM: This isn't fair! It's like three-on-one! Where's Nadia?! Madison? CARLOS?! JH: There's no one left to help Kennedy! Despite probably wanting to rip her apart as well, Dante and Kailey exit the ring when they see Swytch finally approaching the ring, never breaking his eerily calm stride. He slips into the ring over the middle rope and stands before Kennedy, staring down at her. JH: Uh-oh. Say goodbye to Kennedy, Thomas. TM: *gulp* Kennedy slowly comes to, wincing as she picks her head up off the canvas. She sits up, taking a moment to collect herself before she climbs to her feet. Swytch casually watches every movement she makes, making no move towards his tormentor. She gets back to her feet and turns around… looking up into those black eyes. All the fear returns to Kennedy's face as she realizes she's completely alone with her "suitor". TM: Kennedy! Get the hell out of there! She gets no more than a single word out in her defense before Swytch DRIVES A BOOT INTO HER STOMACH with enough force to drive her to one knee! He grabs her by the head, rolling her over and roughly applying a front facelock. The crowd go crazy, Swytch seemingly just becoming aware that they're there. He looks out over them before DRIVING THE BACK OF KENNEDY'S SKULL INTO THE MAT WITH A VICIOUS INVERTED EVENFLOW DDT! JH: The Mind Fuck to Kennedy! Swytch finally gets to do what he's wanted to do for a long time! TM: EW! That's exactly what he wants too! JH: Stop it! You know what I mean! Swytch rolls over onto his hands and knees, walking on his hands and dragging his legs behind him as he crawls over to Kennedy, his face right over hers as he stares down into her unconscious form. The crowd is on fire at the sight before him as Swytch just snarls down at her, the camera closing in on his face. JH: Folks, that's all the time we have for you this week! I can't even begin to take in everything that's just happened. TM: A Ladies Tag turned into Kennedy versus Kailey, turned into Ragin' and Dante having a street fight, turned into SWYTCH! Freakin' SWYTCH attacking Kennedy! This is insanity! JH: Kennedy said she sent a message to Swytch earlier tonight. I think the champ just sent a message to the challenger! It's going to be an interesting Vendetta! And we've still got two more weeks before Vendetta! TM: You wouldn't dare miss it! With the camera on Swytch's snarling face, we fade out to the FIW logo, closing the show. [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Melanie Halstead def. Extreme Ninja #2 via pinfall FIW Tag Team Contendership Merchants of Menace def. The Rejects when Carl pinned Graver Special Guest Referee: Ragin' Kennedy drew Kailey Lane when Dante Coles attacked Ragin' |
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