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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; December 6, 2005 | |
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| Lita Maivia | Dec 7 2005, 01:49 AM Post #1 |
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MD: Well everybody, looks like we have another dark match. Right when I had a manicure appointment. [align=center]I WANNA ROCK! The famous Twisted Sister anthem hits tha PA & stepping from the back to a roaring ovation from the crowd is none other than Giant Joe Slater. He stands atop the entrance ramp, looking to the crowd, a big smile on his face. He raises his right fist in the air, then giving a big thumbs up. He walks on down the aisleway, connecting with some high fives to fans at ringside. He walks up the ringsteps, then climbs over the top rope. He walks to the referee & shakes their hand, then looks out to the crowd. Raising his fist in the air once again & grinning like no tomorrow. The music fades out & Joe removes his vest, handing it to a ring monkey at ringside and makes sure to thank them. He walks over to the ropes loosening up and awaits the match to begin.[/align] KH: Here he is, ICW & GWA stand-out, Giant Joe Slater. MD: Stand out? Maybe for his smell, he hasn't done ANYTHING of record. Michael Anderson: Ladies & Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall & has a fifteen minute time limit! Introducing first... from Tijuana, Mexico! Standing five feet, four inches tall. Weighing in tonight at One Hundred & Seventy five pounds... HERBERT GARZA! There was a jobber? Oh yeah. He stands in his corner parallel of Giant Joe & shoves a fist in the air, getting a... well, nothing. You could hear the crickets chirp. MA: And his opponent... from Boise, Idaho! Standing six feet, ten inches tall. Weighing in tonight at three hundred and sixty five pounds... GIANT JOE SLAAAAAATERRRRRRRRRRRRRR! And Giant Joe gets pops. Cause he's gotta have his pops. Y'know, the cereal? It's a joke. LAUGH AT IT. KH: Well, this will be quite the matchup. JL: Yeah, if you're Vince McMahon. Giant Joe is gonna bring to life his wet dreams. Michael Anderson exits the ring & referee Michaela Menendez points to the bell and... [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] The match is underway. Giant Joe & Herbert begin to circle one another, but Garza walks straight up to Joe, reaches up & punches Joe right in the face! Slater grabs at his face & swivels around. But he quickly swivels back, looking down on Garza AND NAILS A STIFF LARIAT! KH: Now that's how you start a match with a bang. But Garza isn't down as he rolls over & gets back up. Only for Giant Joe to grab his wrist & swing him into the ropes. Garza runs back right into a Big Boot! NO! Garza ducks it, bounces off of the ropes and connects with a Cross Body Block! But uh oh... Joe caught him. Joe leans back & tosses Garza with ease to the other side of the ring with a Fallaway Slam! KH: Oh My! What an amazing display of power Joe just showed! MD: Bah, anybody could throw Garza around. Giant Joe gives a huge smile & thumbs-up to the cheering crowd while Garza rolls out of the ring to get his bearings together. He paces around ringside, thinking of how he could take the big man down... Or what his favorite enchalada topping is. Or if there really is a Lachupacabra. Nonetheless he's catching a quick breather. After that, keeping his eyes on Slater, he rolls back into the ring. And respectfully, Giant Joe backs off, allowing his opponent to get in the ring. KH: Well now that's respectful. We don't get to see that as often as we should. Garza's made it to a vertical base & stares up at the Giant before him. The two competitors then begin to circle one another again. Joe lunges foward, expecting a Tie-Up but rather stumbles after Garza connects with a Dropkick to Giant Joe's shin! Joe doubles over & grabs at his leg, giving Herbert enough of an opening to run behind Joe, duck down & connect with a- KH: Chop Block! Thank you, Katie. KH: You're welcome. Joe falls to the mat onto his hands & knees, but Garza doesn't back off as he bounces off of the ropes AND CONNECTS WITH A DROPKICK RIGHT INTO GIANT JOE'S FACE! KH: Argh! That just hurt to watch! MD: Girl. KH: A-DUH! Joe falls belly fiorst to the mat, clutching at his face. Garza goes for the quick cover... [align=center]ONE! T - KICK, NO, TOSSOUT![/align] That says it all, kids. Giant Joe benches & then tosses Garza right off of him! But Garza quickly rolls through & bounces off of the ropes. He runs back and gets nailed with a Lariat from a kneeling Giant Joe Slater! Joe grabs Garza's arm & drags him to his feet as he also makes it to his feet as well. He tucks Garza's head under his arm & then locks in a Front Chancerie. He grabs a handful of Garza's pants & lifts him up in the air! MD: Vertical Su... Wait, he hasn't dropped back yet. KH: Thus the "stalling" aspect to it. Joe continues to hold the Garza in the air, thus causing all the blood to run into Herbert's head. Joe then takes a couple steps around for everyone to see & the cheers and claps from the audience just keep on-a-comin'! KH: So how long do you think he's been holding him up? 25 seconds? 30 seconds? MD: Long enough. Joe does realise this match has a time limit, doesn't he? And almost on cue with Mark's words, Joe releases his hold on Herbert's pants & gives the crowd a thumbs-up & drops back to the mat! Garza clutches at his back and curses in his native tongue while Joe sits up, looking out to the crowd & giving a big, cheesey grin. MD: That guy smiles too much. It's kinda creepy. KH: Bah, he just has a positive outlook. Plus if you could beat on the competition like he is, you'd be smiling too. Giant Joe is quick back to a vertical base. Garza is nearly there, but Joe happily helps him by grabbing his forearm & bringing him to his feet. He then swings Herbert Garza into the ropes. Garza runs back into Joe's arms and is slammed to the mat with a thunderous Sidewalk Slam! Joe goes for the cover... [align=center]ONE! TWO! THR - GARZA KICKS OUT![/align] Joe breathes heavily as he begins to rise. Garza rolls onto his stomach & makes it to his hands & knees. Boise's Giant then watches on as the Garza gets to a vertical base. Once there, Giant Joe approaches. He reels back, only for Garza to connect with a poke to Joe's eye! The crowd boos Garza's desperate antic, but hey, if a guy the size of Giant Joe Slater was throwing you around, you'd try to get out of it however you could, right? Back to the ring, with Giant Joe tending to his eye, Garza grabs ahold of Joe's forearm & by the grace of God swings him into the corner. Joe connects with the turnbuckles rather stiffly as he bounces right back out of them, clutching at his back. Garza quickly climbs to the middle turnbuckle opposite Joe, hops off and nails a middle rope Frankensteiner! KH: Garza takes the big man off his feet! MD: About time he starts to sell. Garza goes for the cover... ONE!!! TWO!!! TH - KICKOUT!!![/align] But Garza stays on Giant Joe, applying a tight Rear Chinlick and wraps a leg around Joe's arm. MD: Oh come on, what use is a Rear Chinlock on Giant Joe Slater? KH: Alot. It looks to be working. Referee Michaela Menendez checks on Joe Slater, seeing if Garza tries to sneak a blatant choke in there. Sean asks Joe is he wants to tap, but Joe declines. The crowd then begins to stomp their feet, clap their hands, cheer, all that good stuff when the good guy is in a rest hold. And as if he's feeding off of the crowd's reaction, Joe begins to roll onto his stomach & get on his hands & knees. KH: This crowd is just electric for Joe Slater tonight! MD: He's easy to realte to. He's big & dumb. Joe has made it to a knee & grabs onto the ropes for support & albeit on spahgetti legs, kaes it to a vertical base. And where's the Garza this whole time? On Giant Joe's back, of course! Joe tries to seperate Herbert's hands, but to no avail. So an idea springs into Joe's head & he begins to charge the turnbuckles backward! AND GARZA GETS CRUSHED! NO! Almost at the last second, Herbert Garza hops off of Joe's back & onto the top turnbuckle! Joe takes a couple steps foward & turns around right into a Frankensteiner! KH: FRANKEN- Wait! Joe hasn't budged! Indeed he hasn't. Garza tries as hard as he can to flip the big man once again but can't connect! Garza sits straight back onto the Giant's shoulders ONLY TO BE SLAMMED STRAIGHT INTO THE MAT WITH A DEVASTATING SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! KH: That was incredible! I never seen a Bomb that powerful! MD: World War II doesn't ring a bell? As Joe gets back to his feet, you can just tell the momentum has shifted by the "oomph" in Joe's steps. He grabs Garza's wrist & brings him up and shoots him into the ropes. Garza bounces ight into Joe's awaiting arms AND IS SLAMMED TO THE MAT WITH A SPINEBUSTER! KH: SPINEBUSTAHHHHHHH!!!!!! MD: Jeez, somebody's sucking up to Hitchen. But rather then get back on the attack Joe walks behind Garza, sizing him up, yelling for him to get up. And Garza is, albeit slowly. After a few seconds, Garza has made it to spahgetti legs & wobbles right into Joe's arms and LIFTS LK OFF OF THE GROUND INTO THE TORTURE RACK! KH: Torture Rack! Is the Garza gonna tap?! Giant Joe yanks down on Garza's neck & leg, double stomping the mat for the extra pressure. Joe begins to rotate, showing for the entire crowd to see. Michael approaches Garza but the whole world can hear him that HE TAPS OUT! KH: Garza taps! Garza taps! MD: Do you believe in miracles? [/sarcasm] 'I Wanna Rock' explodes back over the PA as Michael Anderson announces Giant Joe as the winner. Herbert Garza falls from Joe's shoulders. Joe takes a couple steps forward & raises his fists to the air, a picture we fade out on. Back from a brief video for the live crowd to watch we find, alone in the ring standing a woman in black pants and a purple top. Her brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail as she warms up in her corner. Two new men are seated at the commentating booth. MV: We have a second dark match here tonight, Dominic. And tonight's our debut. DS: Yeah, Katie and Mark did an alright job in that last match but now it's time for the professionals to take over. 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 her. On the one hand she's been a real bitch lately. On the other, she's the first big star they see tonight. Kennedy shrugs all reactions off , heading for the ring. MV: Speaking of the professionals, we have a real FIW competitor here. DS: Yep, they only give us the greatest talent to call. MA: The following dark match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Los Angeles, California… KEEENNNNEEDDDYYY!!! MV: Kennedy is the number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship, Dominic. That spot was awarded to her by General Manager Madison Lee. DS: Well, of course I know that. I know everything. Madison made a great choice in assigning her the spot. If anyone can get those belts from Swytch, it's the two-time Lady of the Year. Kennedy enters the ring under the bottom rope, shooting a look back at the drunks that dare whistle at her entrance. Making her way to the far corner, she sends the developmental talent (nice term for jobber) heading to the opposite corner as the Lady of the Year climbs the turnbuckle to greet her fans. She rolls her eyes and drops back to the mat once she realizes they aren't at that point in their life where they want to praise her for all her talents. MA: And in the ring, the opponent, from Seattle, Washington… LISA MOOORRREEETTTIIII!!!! DS: Poor, poor cannon fodder. You gotta feel bad for these nobodies, Miguel. MV: She got herself a try-out match, Dominic. That's a good start for her. DS: A try-out match? Against Kennedy? This isn't a try-out match, Miguel. It's a "get the contender ready" match. And she's gonna get Kennedy ready to MAUL Swytch in just eleven days at Vendetta. MV: If you say so, Dominic. DS: I've been in the ring, Miguel. You haven't. So let's leave the knowledge to the professional. Richard Kelly calls for the bell, signaling the start of this dark match. Lisa moves towards the center of the ring, trying to bait Kennedy into a collar and elbow tie-up. Kennedy moves in and takes Lisa down with a drop toe hold! Kennedy immediately floats over into a grounded headlock. MV: Very impressive athleticism from Kennedy. DS: Yeah, a very simple sleeper carried over from that leg trip. MV: That's actually a grounded headlock carried over from a drop toe hold. DS: That's what I said. Lisa fights up to her feet rather quickly though, throwing elbow into Kennedy's midsection before throwing her off into the ropes! Kennedy rebounds and Lisa lowers her head too soon, getting CRACKED in the shoulder with a running soccer kick! Kennedy runs through and TAKES LISA DOWN WITH A RUNNING NECKBREAKER! DS: An impressive neckbreaker from Kennedy. Did you see that? See me call that move? MV: Very impressive. DS: Ha, I know I am. Kennedy gets back to her feet, waiting for Lisa also finds her footing again. Kennedy grabs her in a headlock and runs towards the ropes. But Lisa pushes Kennedy off, causing her to rebound! Lisa boots Kennedy in the stomach, grabs a handful of hair and DROPS TO HER KNEES, SMASHING KENNEDY'S FACE INTO THE CANVAS!!! Lisa quickly goes into a cover! [align=center]ONE! Kennedy kicks out![/align] DS: Wait a minute. This cannon fodder may have some tricks up her sleeve. MV: Interesting face buster maneuver that nearly got the job done on a former Dual Crown Champion. DS: It didn’t nearly. It wasn't even a two-count. Lisa isn't satisfied and presses in for another cover but Kennedy kicks out before even a one count. Lisa drags Kennedy into a seated position and applies a seated surfboard, burying her knee into Kennedy's back. MV: A modified surfboard now applied, it's obvious this Lisa Moretti is very technical in the ring, Dominic. DS: Technical, yes. But is it effective in this match? That remains to be seen. Kennedy isn't exactly feeling the pain. Kennedy resituates herself, fighting up to her feet as Lisa refuses to give up the hold on Kennedy's arms. Kennedy ducks and spins out, applying a Russian Leg Sweep as she DRIVES LISA INTO THE CANVAS! Kennedy floats over from the sweep, hooking a leg of Lisa! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! Lisa kicks out![/align] Both women get back to their feet, Kennedy a split second sooner. Lisa turns around into a toe kick to the stomach! Kennedy grabs a handful of the woman's hair and SITS OUT INTO A FACEBUSTER!! MV: Oh mis dios! A facebuster from Kennedy, delivered with a bit more of authority. DS: What about two? MV: Dios not dos, Dominic. Kennedy gets back to her feet, eyeing her competitor as she holds her face in pain. Kennedy kicks her over onto her stomach and steps over her before MOONSAULTING BACK ONTO HER!!! MV: Increíble! Un chapoteo asombroso del moonsault de Kennedy! DS: …… uh, yeah! Kick her ass some more! Miguel? Are you okay? MV: Soy maravilloso! DS: We'll get you one after this match. Kennedy doesn't go for the cover like you'd expect. Instead she calls Lisa to climb to her feet, something that takes a bit of time for Lisa to gather her wits enough to accomplish the goal. Lisa does indeed get back to her feet though, dazed and disoriented as she walks into a hard boot to the stomach, doubling her over. Kennedy sprints off the ropes and leaps into the air, DRIVING LISA'S FACE BACK INTO THE CANVAS WITH A GUILLOTINE FACE DRIVER!!! MV: Movimiento asombroso! El remachador de Kennedy! Ése tiene que ser todo! DS: Oh… um… The Clincher from Kennedy! That should do it. MV: I just said that. DS: Well, say it in English! Oh, looks like the Clincher isn't enough, apparently. MV: Kennedy's heading to the skies! Kennedy is indeed moving towards the turnbuckle, getting a surprising pop from the crowd in attendance. Who doesn't love aerial moves? Kennedy climbs high, facing towards the crowd as RK checks to make sure Lisa's still conscious. Kennedy motions for the crowd to make some noise, and they oddly do, before SNAPPING OFF THE TURNBUCKLE AND CRUSHING LISA WITH A MOONSAULT!!! MV: Exhibición aérea excepcional! DS: Uhh… uhh… Yeah. Hehe, great stuff there. It's gotta be over now. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] Kennedy remains over Lisa, a grin on her face as she casually covers the woman as if posing for a photo shoot. RK attempting to raise her arm in victory is all it takes for Kennedy to let up. After all, the woman loves to be praised. MA: Here is your winner… KEEENNNEEEDDYYY!!! DS: As if there was any doubt, right? MV: Lisa put up a decent amount of fight against a former Dual Crown Champion and current number one contender. I can't fault her at all tonight. Kennedy commands Michael Anderson's microphone, which he rushes over to the ring to hand to her. She moves back over to Lisa as RK is helping her from the ring. Kennedy: Take a look at that. You people are lucky enough to have witnessed this right here. Because this is the reason that I am the number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship AND… this is the reason why I will be the NEXT Dual Crown Champion. The crowd have now turned on her. They don't want her as the next Dual Crown Champion. They quite like Swytch as the champion. Kennedy tosses the microphone to the canvas as "Lies" reprises on the speakers, allowing her to take a few more bows. |
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| Lita Maivia | Dec 7 2005, 01:49 AM Post #2 |
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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]ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! 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 KICKUUUUUUUUGGGHHHH!!!! [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 HAMAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!! [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 dieeeee, 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 have a great main-event for you tonight! Dante Coles vs Ragin', it's Round 2 here on TNT! TM: And there's bound to be plenty more than that! Can we just get into it already? JH: You in a hurry, Thomas? TM: Actually, I am. I have to take a fat piss. JH: That's disgusting. TM: It sure is. 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. 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. JH: Last week we saw this young lady pick up the win in her debut match up. TM: And this week we see Alex Evans kick her ass and put her in her place. JH: I don’t know about that though this certainly should be an interesting match up. Melanie and her partner seem to be on relatively the same page, can’t say that much for Alex and Curtis. 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. 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. JH: Well despite losing his last two matches, one against Alex Evans and one against his very own tag team partner tonight the fans certainly seem to like this man. TM: I swear this guy is perhaps the biggest freak ever to step into a FIW ring. JH: Bigger freak than Toan or Nightmare? TM: Well…No…But no one is as freaky on TNT as the freaks they have over on Slam. It’s like a zoo over there. As the slow chords start up, the house lights in the arena slowly turn off to allow total darkness to consume the arena. As the song starts to pick up, a shadowy figure enters the stage area and stops just before the walkway. He only pauses for a moment, as he starts down the walkway a few moments before the song really starts to pick up bringing the houselights back on. Paying the crowd no mind, whether they cheer or boo, Curtis climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes. With no flashy in ring antics, Curtis just does a quick warmup as he awaits the start of the match TM: Speaking of freaks… JH: Curtis is quite the…ermm…interesting chap. TM: Sadly it doesn’t look like he’s mean streak has come out to play. *Sigh* The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers… [align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align] …Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring… [align=center]Lift Up The Receiver I'll Make You A Believer![/align] …Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin. TM: Isn’t it just magical? JH: Alex despite what he may tell you ladies and gentlemen so far has only managed to pick up one victory so far in his TNT career. It was against one of the two persons he will be facing tonight, Extreme Ninja #2. TM: Yes which pretty much ensures that even with a loon like Curtis for a partner Alex is walking outta here with a second win under his belt. JH: He just might as Curtis has had quite the impressive run since his debut here on TNT. MA: Introducing first in the red corner…Weighing in at a combined weight of 320 pounds the team of Melanie Halstead aannd Exxxtrrreemmmmee Nnniiinnnjaaa nummberr twooo!!! Melanie and Ninja both wave to the fans while a group of the Ninja clothed fans in the front row root on their idol of sorts. MA: And in the blue corner…Weighing in at a combined weight of 475 pounds the team of Curtis aaannd Aaalllex Eeevaaannns!!! Curtis shrugs casually and wanders off to the apron while Alex lifts his hands up and tries to wave only to get a chorus of boos from the fans. [align=center]Ding Ding!!![/align] With the sound of the bell Richard Kelly calls Alex who smirks and struts towards the referee and Melanie who casually walks towards the referee to the center of the ring. During Richard’s explanation of the rules Alex wiggles his eye brows suggestively at Mel as he continues to smirk. The female wrestler almost seems amused by Alex’s attempts to come off charming. As the two nods acknowledging Mister Kelly’s explanation Alex poses for Mel and flexes his muscles. A few of the female fans in attendance give cat calls while Melanie walks towards Alex doing maybe her best seductive sway. Alex looks like a child on Christmas when Mel is nearly right up against him and begins to lean forward…only to slap the taste right out of Evans’ mouth! JH: Ah-ha! That ego of Alex’s got him caught off guard right when he probably shouldn’t have been! TM: Hey Jon, it’s not ego when it’s fact. Melanie is just like Kendra though, lesbo to an extreme. JH: You do realize Bill and Melanie have been seen on dates, right? TM: Pfft, right, “dates”, and have we seen them kiss or cuddle or bake cock cookies on these so-called “dates”? JH: No…though I hardly see how that last one is considered a date thing. Alex staggers back from the slap as he presses his finger tips across the cheek area where he was slapped. A nice large red hand print forming on his cheek causes Evans to snarl and drop whatever ladies’ man act he had going on. Quickly he turns right around into a charging Melanie who delivers a vicious move she refers to as the Melange. Wasting no time Miss Halstead pushes the dead weight known as Alex Evans over and hooks the leg getting ready to end this early on. [align=center]1! 2! Thr-Kick out![/align] JH: While an impressive attack displayed by Melanie it wasn’t enough to put Alex away. TM: Don’t know what her rush is though, maybe she has another “date” with Bill. JH: Will you please be quiet about your silly little theories? TM: No. Melanie isn’t too upset over the kick out however as she rolls right over on top of Alex. While most guys might not find the idea of a beautiful lady on top of them too bad for Alex it was no walk in the park. Aiming for the forehead and nose Melanie begins to unload right fists after right fists onto what some may call Alex’s pretty face. Alex tries to bring his hands and forearms up to cover his face from any more brutality but it is to no avail. After finishing off her series of rights Melanie looks up and points towards her corner to Extreme Ninja #2 asking the fans if she should tag out to cheers from them. TM: Oh god, the one thing worse than that woman damaging a god like face that Alex Evans was born with is Extreme Ninja coming in and actually getting some offense in on Alex! JH: If you love Alex Evans so much why don’t you marry him already? TM: *Mockingly copies what JH says in an annoying tone* It is crystal clear what the fans want and so Melanie happily gives them it as she leans over and slaps Extreme Ninja #2’s hand. As Melanie rolls out of the ring Extreme Ninja #2 sling shots himself over the top rope and flips completely around before he delivers an impressive leg drop to the near rioting in joy Ninja fans in the front row. He rolls over onto his back on top of Alex and manages to grab Evans’ leg to hook it some what sloppily. [align=center]1! 2! Thre-No! Save![/align] Curtis who seems to have been angered by the thought of losing the match and switched personalities grabs Extreme Ninja and tosses him right off of Alex Evans. Richard Kelly rushes over and gets in between Curtis and the other two wrestlers demanding Evans’ partner gets back onto the apron. It seems the darker side of Curtis isn’t really wanting to listen to the referee berate him as he raises his fist. However as he pulls it back it begins to tremble and Curtis breaks out suddenly into a cold sweat while it looks like he is trying to but it just won’t throw his fist forward and clock Richard. Finally Curtis still sweating gives up and his arm falls limply to his side as he shuffles back towards his team’s corner. JH: Well that was stranger than an episode of the Twilight Zone. TM: The freak did the right thing by saving Alex…Course I’m sure Evans was just about ready to kick out it was only a matter of time. JH: Of course. Extreme Ninja #2 lifts up his sign proudly and it reads “Bust a Move V 2-ahhh!” What proceeds is perhaps the whitest attempt at break dancing ever put on film. Despite the obvious lack of a little thing called skill when it comes to dancing Ninja seems quite confident with his ability. Slowly he spins and twirls, and even robots his way towards Alex who is stumbling up to one knee. With only a few inches between them Extreme Ninja #2 decides it’s time and flips into the air connecting with a double kick combo of the left and then the right to Alex’s face before he flips completely around and lands on his feet while the front row Ninja fans are also doing their worst attempt at break dancing. JH: *Does the cabbage patch* TM: What on Earth are you doing?! JH: *Continuing to do the cabbage patch* What?! He said bust a move! TM: Jeez stop that! You’re embarrassing yourself and me! Ninja doesn’t seem done quite yet and lifts Alex up to his feet and tosses Evans’ arm over the back of his head. Then he wraps his own arm around the back of Alex’s head and grabs a hand full of tights. Though he tries his very hardest to lift Evans up the self pro-claimed “Mister Highspot” isn’t letting Ninja take him up. Alex instead opts to drill his knee right into EN’s gut causing his Ninja opponent to double over in front of him. Not giving Ninja the time to recover Alex sets Extreme Ninja up for a powerbomb and lifts him up onto his shoulders. In-mid drop however Alex let’s go and hops up into the air wrapping his arm around Extreme Ninja #2 and delivering the move he calls Full Shot! TM: Boo-yaaah~! JH: Ninja was doing good for a few moments there however Alex has turned things around and has leveled his foe. TM: That’s how you do it! Alex shakes his head a few times and clutches it as he loses balance slightly obviously the effects of Melanie’s and Ninja’s attacks lingering. But Evans is a giving type of man and doesn’t mind returning those favors by stomping the holy piss out of Extreme Ninja #2. Richard Kelly circles around the two and can only sit back like the rest of us and watch as Evans stomps Ninja until he is a little puddle of goo. However Richard Kelly can do some thing and does do some thing when Alex presses both his boots against Ninja’s throat in a choking fashion and steps up onto him as he pushes on the top rope. JH: Kelly get Alex off of him! That’s a glorified choke damn it! TM: What are you talking about? He is just helping Ninja with that peanut. JH: What? Peanut? TM: Didn’t you see it? After the Full Shot Ninja sat up, lifted up his mask and popped a peanut into his mouth. However sadly he started to choke on it and so Alex being the good person he is started to stomp Ninja to try and get it out of him. JH: The devil could cause mass genocide and you’d still be able to find a reason to justify it, couldn’t you? TM: Eh Lucifer was doing us a favor, the world is too crowded as is. At the two count Richard Kelly tries to talk Alex out of choking Ninja and Alex replies with a scoff and says “I got till five ref!” The referee perhaps realizing he isn’t going to talk Alex out of it starts back up with the count at three. By four Alex Evans quickly hops off of Ninja and lifts up his hands in front of him as he backs away from Ninja. Sadly for Alex with backing up he backs right into Curtis’ extended hand which tags Curtis in. Curtis storms into the ring and seems once again his other side has taken over as he nearly yanks EN right out of his boots when he pulls him up to his feet. TM: Ah just as things should be, Extreme Ninja #2 getting his ass kicked. JH: On one hand Ninja looks like he should tag out soon but on the other hand I’m not sure how much better Melanie could possibly do against this man. TM: He’s not a man when he gets like this Jon, he’s a monster. Curtis drives his palm onto Extreme Ninja #2’s chest with a powerful palm thrust before he unleashes a flurry of slaps right across Ninja’s face. With the final slap Ninja twirls into the air and in mid-air pulls off a 360 spin before he drops to the canvas. The possessed warrior isn’t done quite yet with his Ninja friend as he drags him over to one of the neutral corners by his mask. With relatively ease Curtis wraps his hands around Ninja’s neck and tosses him right into the corner. To the boos of the front row Ninja fans who hold up their own signs in protest Curtis connects with knee strike after knee strike on Ninja nearly squashing him into the turnbuckle. Perhaps to further enrage the fans Curtis grabs Extreme Ninja #2 by his mask and head butts him causing him to drop to the floor. JH: It is down right frightening the power this monster of a man, Curtis, some times displays in the ring. TM: Normally I can’t stand this freak, but hey, since he is beating on that idiotic Ninja it isn’t too bad. JH: I still have faith Ninja can rebound off of this. TM: Ha! Look at him! He’s crawling away like a pathetic insect! Extreme Ninja #2 did indeed crawl out from between Curtis’ legs and hurries over to the other neutral corner with Curtis quickly following after him. The possessed wrestler catches up to Ninja just as he snatches his sign and stands up quickly scribbling on it. Extreme Ninja #2 turns around with the sign holding it in front of him reading “Uncle?” to which Curtis continues to just walk forward and bat the sign out of Ninja’s hand. Curtis slugs EN #2 right in the stomach causing the smaller wrestler to double over slightly while Curtis wraps his arm around him. In a slightly modified standing tilt-a-whirl backbreaker Curtis drives the middle of Extreme Ninja #2’s back right into his knee. Rather than just dropping Ninja Curtis opts to keep him resting on his knee as with his left hand he presses downward on Ninja’s chin and with his right hand presses down on Ninja’s lower torso. JH: Dear god Curtis is going to break Ninja right in half! TM: Well he won’t if the dumb ass from the Motor City decides to tap out right here. As this is technically a submission hold. JH: I think Extreme Ninja #2 has too much heart in him to tap out like that. TM: We are talking about the same guy, right? Curtis roars at the referee to check Extreme Ninja #2 while he circles around the duo like an annoying little fly buzzing around. Mr. Kelly kneels down beside EN #2’s head and asks him if he wants to give up to which he gets no reaction. Richard tries a second time and still Extreme Ninja doesn’t get any response. It is then that Richard Kelly notices the Ninja weakly with his index finger pointing to his sign that Curtis had tossed to the side. Quickly the referee hurries over to it and picks it up, he writes some thing on it and then rushes back over to the dup and slides back down onto his knees in front of EN’s head holding up the sign for him which reads “Yes or No”. Weakly once again Extreme Ninja #2’s index finger trembles and starts to lean towards the yes…but then finally points towards the No which only seems to further enrage Curtis who applies more pressure. JH: See that? Heart. TM: Looks more like stupidity to me, besides that had to be the most ridiculous submission questioning I’ve ever seen in my entire career. JH: What about at that one office party with Fozzy and Fearod, and the midget riding the donkey? TM: Well okay maybe SECOND most ridiculous submission questioning I’ve ever seen. Thanks though, just when I finally got that frightening image out of my head you put it back in. Melanie slams her hand against the top of the turnbuckle rallying the fans even further behind Extreme Ninja #2 to get out of this submission. Evil Curtis shouts some not so nice names at the crowd trying to get them to be quiet. Sadly for Curtis Ninja’s arms begin to twitch and his fingers begin to shake. Slowly as Curtis shakes his head Extreme Ninja #2 seems to be springing back to life. In mid-twitch Ninja snatches his sign from Richard and after a few moments he raises it up to show all at the arena and at home watching it reads “+1 LIFE~!” with a badly drawn green mushroom for whatever reason. Ninja jams his elbow into the ribs of Curtis several times until he manages to get free and starts to stumble towards his corner. TM: Great now Nintendo will be suing us, thanks Ninja. JH: Extreme Ninja #2 is near his corner! Get to it Ninja! Tag out! Tag out! TM: God I hate this Ninja… With one mighty limp and then a leap Ninja manages to have the very tips of his fingers touch Melanie’s out stretched hand to signal the tag. While Extreme Ninja #2 crawls to the apron Melanie charges in like a pick-up truck with a road rage filled Nature Boy behind the wheel. She nearly takes Curtis’ head off with a running missile dropkick but to the shock of every one Curtis stays on his feet! Melanie gets back to her feet quickly and tosses out a knife-edge chop that only seems to faze Curtis a little bit. Now starting to get frustrated with the situation Melanie goes for a jab which Curtis ducks and brings his head back up to upward head butt Melanie’s chin causing the young lady to stagger. JH: Quite the nasty head butt Curtis has given Melanie. TM: And to her massive chin no less, perhaps Curtis has realized that with such a large chin it is Melanie’s weak point. JH: A large chin? What are you talking about? Her chin seems quite standard size to me. TM: No way, her chin is only second when it comes to big body parts on her to her b- JH: Were you going to say some thing perverted? TM: Why yes, yes I was, JH: Then forget it, I won’t let you say it on the air. TM: Bah, prudish English man. With the much larger Curtis on the hunt all Melanie could do was pretty much duck and weave between Curtis’ attempts at punches and close lines. Getting fed up with playing the avoiding game Mel tries to do a close line only for Curtis to duck and go around to her back. Quickly he sticks his head under her arm and wraps his arms around her waist getting ready to drop her on her head. But it seems he didn’t give Melanie enough credit as she steps back right onto his foot and elbows him on the side. Distracting the evil side of Curtis long enough to reverse his reversal of a backdrop suplex into a Russian leg sweep. Quickly Melanie kips up and the possessed Curtis isn’t too far behind her getting back up to his feet. JH: Quite the great reversal of a reversal by Melanie Halstead. TM:Yeah but it has hardly done any thing to Curtis it seems. JH: He certainly seems to be getting up slower than he was a minute ago Thomas. TM: Uh…He’s just playing hurt, yeah, yeah that’s it, playing hurt to get Melanie into a false sense of security…then BAM! Possessed Driver, wham, bam, thank YOU ma’am! Curtis isn’t wasting any time to go back at Melanie and before the female wrestler can even react he has his hands wrapping around her neck. In an obvious choke Richard Kelly tries to interject and start a five count which Curtis seems to be simply ignoring at the moment. Slowly Melanie’s body grows more and more limp as her face contorts in pain and she groans. Suddenly and oddly enough as the possessed Curtis’ eyes glare holes into Melanie’s head some thing catches their attention in her features. Without warning he nearly chugs Melanie right out of the ring in a feat of power as he stumbles back clutching his head and roaring out as if being repeatedly shot. JH: What on Earth is going on? TM: I don’t know but whatever it is it ruined that perfect moment. I thought for sure Curtis was choking to choke the lesbo out. JH: Oh for goodness sake, for the last time she’s not a lesbian! The fans mumble among themselves as Curtis staggers and clutches his head much like earlier he suddenly begins to break out in sweat. As she grabs hold of the middle rope to pull herself back to her feet Melanie much like the rest of the people in the arena notices what is up with Curtis. Not wasting this chance Melanie charges towards Curtis and grabs hold of him before dropping him with the Starstruck! The fans root Melanie on and call for the Ninja which Melanie gladly agrees to and tags in Extreme Ninja #2. The still some what tired out Ninja lifts up his sign and it reads “I STEP ON YOU!” He races into the ropes Curtis is facing and then to the set behind him as he sits up with a expression of confusion on his face. It doesn’t last very long as Ninja races up behind him, climbs up him and stomps the holy hell out of Curtis’ skull! Extreme Ninja quickly rolls up Curtis and hooks both legs while the fans count along to the count Richard starts! JH: Starstruck and then I STEP ON YOU! This is over! TM: No damn it! Not this way! Not that blasted Ninja! Curtis! Alex! One of you! Do some thing! [align=center]1! “ONE!”[/align] Alex wastes no time and hops over the top rope and storms towards the pin fall. But he is caught off by Melanie who quickly sets it up and drops Alex down with the Attack of the Swordfish! [align=center]2! “TWO!”[/align] TM: No! Alex! Damn it! But Curtis could still kick out of this? Right? Right? Right?!? JH: Melanie just damn near K.O.ed Alex! Melanie walks over and counts along with the fans lifting up two fingers and getting ready to lift up a third. [align=center]3~!!! “THREE!!!” DING DING DING![/align] The fans erupt into cheers as Extreme Ninja #2 slowly sits up and looks around almost in disbelief (or with the mask what we can assume is disbelief). Melanie Halstead pats Ninja on the back and helps him up to his feet as she raises his arm in victory while Richard does the same for Melanie’s right arm. “Ninja” blasts over the P.A. systems as the Ninja fans in the front row look like they are ready to explode with excitement. Extreme Ninja #2 lifts up his sign and it reads “I’M A WINNER~!” MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winners by pin fall…MEEELLL HAAALLLSSSTEEEAAAD AAANNND EXXXTRRREMMME NNNIIINJAAA NNNUMMMBERRR TWOOO~!!! TM: I don’t believe it! JH: Extreme Ninja #2 got his very first victory in FIW and Melanie got her second victory in FIW! TM: I blame that freak Curtis, it’s his fault Alex lost. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] We cut back to ringside as there appears to be an uproar in the crowd. Being accompanied by security are none other than Slam!'s Arabian Knights, accompanied by their bodyguard Crazy Sam. TM: What?! Slammers on TNT? More?! Does everyone from Slam have to come here? JH: I'm being told after the stunt Remy and Carl pulled on Slam this past week, Madison Lee agreed to allow the Arabian Knights sit front row to scout at least one member of the team they're facing at Vendetta. TM: Not fair! Remy and Carl tried to do that at Slam but those chumps were too lazy to compete. The tribal, pounding drums of Disturbed's "Ten Thousand Fists" thunder over our audience and the house lights drop black with blue lazers cutting through the darkness. Thin fog roils from the entryway as the guitars pick up and David Draiman SCREAMS "Survivor", then flows into the first verse. [align=center]"One more goddamn day when I know what I want And my want will be considered tonight. Consider tonight. Just another day when all that I want will mark me As a sinner tonight. I'm a sinner tonight, yeah!"[/align] Graver enters the arena and throws up some metal, throwing it so damn hard he goes back on one foot, then leans forward, free hand on his knee, shows the horns to a fan and turns it into a middle finger. Graver laughs and makes his way to the ring, pointing to fans and doling out well-deserved 'fuck you's. He enters the ring and bee-lines to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope and flipping off the fans once more before dismounting and turning around. TM: This should be interesting. JH: To say the least. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIONSHIIIIIIP! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 190lbs, GRAAAVEEER!!! The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring. She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. Dropping her duster off her shoulders, she glares across at Graver, who simply grins back at her with all the charm of a cheap porn star. JH: On paper you’d worry for Graver’s chances, you’d assume a double team, but after recent revelations -- TM: Like Remy cheating for April. JH: Yes, that, can we really expect April to work with the champ, or against him? MA: From Aurora, Ohio, weighing in at 125lbs, APRIL LYYYNN!!! “Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance… [align=center]“Coming around my senses torn Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed As long as you see it as long as you know As long as you fake it nobody knows”[/align] Remy takes in the sights and sounds, the house lights glinting off his championship belt as he reaches the ring and steps through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation. [align=center]“Breeeak dooown again, I’m suffering My heeeads ooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] Remy drops down from his perch, unwrapping his belt from around his waist as he goes. MA: And finally, he is the FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIOOON!!!, From New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 225lbs, REMY BARTEAUUUX!!! Remy slips the belt from his waist, his eyes locked with April’s as the two share a concerned stare. He forces a smile and Ms. Lynn does likewise, it’s all quite touching really, but thankfully Graver’s on hand to pull us out of this quagmire of emotion. He barrels into Remy, throwing a forearm into his temple as he backs him into the ropes and slings him across the ring. Michaela calls for the bell and the match is officially underway as Remy comes hurtling back into a standing spear that drops to him to the canvas and pushes all the air from his body! TM: Explosive start from Graver. All this soap opera crap of Remy and April’s is only gonna distract them. JH: I hate to admit it obviously, but you’re right. Graver is straight into a sloppy mount and begins the pounding of Remy’s face as April snaps out of her surprise and re-focuses on the metal head. She takes off for the side ropes and charges back toward the man pile, both Remy and Graver looking up to their side just in time to see her dashing toward them. She grabs Graver’s head and flips over him, snapping him back down to the canvas with a lighting quick neck breaker that yanks him from his mount! Remy rolls to the side and shakes his marbles back into place before looking up at his saviour. JH: Hmm, teamwork? Or just saving her the title? TM: The title’s not in danger at this early stage, she could of let the beating go on a bit longer but she didn’t. She saved his ass ‘cos of her squishy feelings for him. April moves in and offers a helping hand to the dizzy Cajun. He smiles as he takes it and she pulls him to his feet…before whipping him off into the corner! TM: HA! Remy clatters back first into the turnbuckles and looks immediately to his aggressor, his face a picture of shock until he sees the cocky smirk forming on April’s pretty mug. He wipes his forearm across his nose as he steps forward from the corner, prompting her to attack, which of course, she does. She charges in but Remy ducks out of the way and spins round -- just in time to see her leaping off the middle buckles and twisting in mid air to take him down with a… JH: Beautiful Crossbody, straight into a pin on the champ! [align=center]One Tw -- No![/align] Remy kicks out with relative ease as April rolls off and to her feet. She looks down on the champ with the same cocky smile as he lays there on his back, blinking his eyes as he tries to re-focus himself. JH: A little friendly competition here I think, maybe a little payback on the side. TM: Or maybe she just wants his title. JH: I doubt that, but I also think it’s abundantly clear that she’s not just going to lie down for him. TM: Not in the ring anyway. April moves to pick Remy up but gets sideswiped by the third wheel on our tricycle of doom. Graver blasts the former ICW champ with a sudden clothesline that drops her to the canvas. He peels her off the white and pulls her up next to him, glancing down at Remy as the champ’s eyes hover on the two figures before him. Graver grins, wrapping a tight headlock around April and squeezing with all his might as he smiles and winks at the downed Cajun. JH: Is he getting in Remy’s mind here, trying to throw him off his game? Or just pissing the Cajun off? Remy sees the deliberate attempt to get under his skin, and frankly it works as the champ quickly gets to his feet…and turns into a boot to the gut from Graver! As Remy stumbles backwards, Graver switches his hold on April and whips the fair maiden into a far off corner, before turning back to Barteaux and wrapping a hand around his jaw, squeezing his lips into a pucker. Graver: Go on then, giver her a kiss. He takes Remy’s wrist and whips him into the corner, crashing him into April and causing the two to crack foreheads! TM: Ha! Graver’s awesome! April slumps back into the buckles as Remy staggers out, completely dazed as he spins round into a gut booting, and a head grabbing and a neck snapping! JH: BAM! Stunner from Graver! Quick and bloody lethal! Remy springs back into the canvas and Graver is quick to launch himself into a pin! [align=center]One! Two! Th -- NO![/align] April throws herself onto the pile, slamming a double axe handle into the middle of Graver’s back and successfully breaking the pin attempt. JH: That was a close one. Twice now the champ’s been pinned to the mat. Graver rolls off and staggers to his feet, only to found himself spun around and cracked across the jaw by Ms Lynn. She takes him by the hand and whips him off toward the ropes -- NO! He reverses and April is sent flying across the ring. She rebounds right into his arms as he swings her up into a Sidewalk -- NO! April throws her legs up and wraps them around his head, whipping him back down to the canvas with a Headscissors! He rolls to his knees, all disoriented like and tries to scramble to his feet, only to find himself dropkicked back into the corner! As he stumbles forward, April hits the ropes beside him and grabs his head, slamming him face first into the canvas with a Bulldog, before turning back to the corner and scaling the buckles! JH: April’s on fire! She’s heading up! Graver slowly gets back to his feet, shaking the cobwebs loose as he turns around and spies Ms Lynn perched on the top of the turnbuckles. She leaps off, somersaulting on her way down and crashing into Graver with the… JH: APRIL SHOWEEERS!!! She covers! [align=center]One! Two!! Thr -- NO!![/align] Remy drags her from the pin attempt just before Michaela can complete the three. She rolls onto her back and kicks him off before scrambling to her feet and facing off against her friend who is a boy. JH: And what now? April breaks first, darting in and prompting a response from Remy. He throws an arm out but April ducks and rolls, coming up behind him as he spins round and leaping into the air, knocking him back into the ropes with a beautiful dropkick! She rushes in and grabs his wrist, whipping him across the ring -- No! He reverses and April ricochets off the far ropes, running back into Remy’s waiting arms as he throws her over with a Powerslam! He retakes his feet and looks down on the fallen angel, before turning his attention to the rousing Graver. TM: Finish her you idiot! JH: Interesting. He seems unwilling to do her any harm. He grabs Graver by his big hair and pulls him up, throwing a forearm across his chops to keep him compliant before burying a knee into his gut. Graver doubles over as Remy fires another STIFF knee, this one into the metal head’s face that shocks him back upright! Remy leans in and hooks him up, hauling him over his head with the… JH: SOUTHERN NIGHTS DRIVAAAHHHH!!! Graver’s head gets planted into the canvas and the Cajun floats into a cover. [align=center]One! Two!! Thr -- NO![/align] JH: April broke the pin! TM: Ooooh, now that’s interesting. Remy rolls off the downed rocker and takes to a knee as he looks over at Ms Lynn rising to her feet. He glares back down at him, her face painted serious as he nods back to her in understanding. JH: April’s in this to win, just like Remy and Graver. What ever may be going on backstage is just that, backstage. Both April and Remy take up valuable moments starting across the ring at each other, before both seem to sprint forward simultaneously! Remy throws out an arm but April ducks and the two carry on into the ropes. They dash back toward each other, but this time Remy finds himself turned inside out as April snakes around him and tosses him across the ring with a Headscissor takedown! He gets to his feet and staggers back against the ropes, steadying himself for just a few seconds too many as April quickly scales the nearest turnbuckle and leaps off with a Missile Dropkick that sends the Cajun rolling along the ropes and into the parallel corner! April hops down, charges in, jumps into his thighs and whips him out with a Monkey Flip that sends him spiralling across the ring! JH: April’s in charge, here, but she needs to keep an eye out for… Graver gets to his feet and turns toward the blonde lovely, only to take a high foot to the jaw! JH: YAKUZA KICK! One of Remy’s trademarks, and the move that put Graver down last time he and April met! Graver falls back into the ropes and springs back out, right into another boot, this one to the gut. He doubles over and April locks him into a front chancery, before drilling him into the canvas with the… JH: LYNCH PIIII -- NO! Graver pushes April down and off him, staggering away from her as she smacks back first into the canvas. He takes a minute to gather his wits as Ms. Lynn takes to her feet, and throws a boot to her midriff as she spins around to face him. He reaches out, underhooks her arms and drags her head between his legs! TM: VIOLENT PORNOGRAPHEEE!!!! Graver squeezes his thighs around April’s head, a sick grin plastered on his face as he bucks his hips in a suggestive manner. JH: This is sick. I wouldn’t mind so much if he wasn’t obviously enjoying himself here. TM: How could he not? He’s got April Lynn between his legs! How awesome is that!? Michaela gets herself into a rather uncomfortable position by Graver’s ass as she asks April if she wants to give it up. Of course, she doesn’t, and so Graver squeezes all the more! TM: This is it. Give up girl, lose the title for your man friend. Talking of Remy, he begins to stir on the canvas, turning himself over onto his front and pushing himself up to all fours as Graver continues his way too enjoyable submission of Ms Lynn. Michaela is still in there checking on the Ohioan’s state, but she still refuses to quit. JH: Remy’s up! He needs to break this thing quick! The Cajun rather groggily takes to his feet, shaking his marbles back into place before turning and seeing the predicament April’s in. He runs the ropes, springs back and twists into the air, cracking a foot off Graver’s jaw with a Spinning Wheel Kick that knocks the submission loose! TM: Dammit! April drops to the canvas as both Graver and Remy roll to the sides, both men taking to their feet relatively quickly. They lock eyes, and neither waste anytime as they charge directly into battle! Or not so directly in Remy’s case as he ducks past Graver and forces him to spin around to face him, before flooring him with the… JH: MOB HIIII -- NO! Graver catches the boot and pushes Remy back into the ropes, before barrelling in and…getting low bridged by Remy! TM: Gargh! That’s cheating, he can’t do that! Graver clatters off the apron and down to the (un)protective mats at ringside, leaving Remy all alone in the ring with the slowly rising April. He glances up and sees her taking to a knee, and moves in to…help her up? TM: Oh for fu -- This is a wrestling match ya wuss, kick her ass! Remy pulls his dazed fair maiden to her feet and their eyes meet. A half smile forms on April’s lips, before realisation dawns on her and she notices the apologetic glint. He hooks her arm up between her legs, swings her up and slams her down into the canvas with the… JH: CAJUN DRAAAWLAAAHHH!!! TM: On April! He took down April! He covers… [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] “Shatter” hits the speakers as Remy rolls off and looks over remorsefully at his fallen angel. MA: Here is your winner, and STILL Fighting Spirit Champiooon, REMYYY, BARTEAUUUXXX!!! TM: He did what he had to do, HA! He chose the gold over the girl. JH: April drew the line, she came for his title and he defended, what else could he do? Michaela moves to raise Remy’s hand but he yanks it away from her. He moves in to check on April who slowly comes back to the world of the awake, blinking her eyes and half smiling up at him through her daze. When she comes to realization of what occurred she shoves him away. Remy tries to explain but April moves to her feet, commanding him to stay back. TM: Ha! Can't have the gold and the girl, Remy. JH: It was the name of the game. April knew going into this that it was pin or be pinned. TM: Graver didn't get pinned. Ha! April shakes her head and exit’s the ring, just as the Arabian Knights jump the guard rail and slide into the ring! Remy sighs at April and turns RIGHT INTO A SIDEKICK AND STO FROM THE KNIGHTS!!! JH: Hey! Wait a minute! TM: Get those two idiots out of there! This isn't Monday night! Upon hearing the impact in the ring, April spins around on the apron just in time to spot Prince Kashmir and Maj Tahal standing over one half of the TNT's Tag Team number one contenders! She makes a move to get back in the ring but finds her feet taking out from under her! She smashes face first into the apron as Crazy Sam grabs her arm and DRAGS HER INTO A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE nearly taking her head off! JH: What the?! Putting his hands on a woman! What's despicable! Remy sees this happening from his laid out position on the mat and begins crawling towards the ropes. Maj grabs Remy by the seat of his pants and drags the Cajun to his feet. He throws Remy over his shoulder in a Flapjack position as Kashmir sprints off the ropes and leaps into the air TAKING REMY DOWN WITH A BULLDOG!!! JH: Ugh! That's the Arabian Knights' finisher Satyameva Jayate! TM: Makes you wonder just who took Carl out earlier tonight, doesn't it Jonathan? JH: I think that's become obvious at this point. These two came here with a goal in mind and that was to weaken their competition at Vendetta! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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JH: Up next ladies and gentlemen is some sort of announcement Madison Lee seems to want to make. She has called for both Onikage and Jim O’Brien to join her in the middle of the ring. TM: Hey do you know what Madison wants, Hitchen? JH: No clue but it looks like she is all business tonight and has a table with some thing set up on it. TM: Looks like two of those roller thingies they use in Bingo. ”My Enemy” by Cog plays over the P.A. system and Onikage isn’t wasting time with his standard entrance. Quickly he walks out from behind the curtain with JJ right behind him and walks across the run way and into the ring. Though he seems quite pumped up he retains enough manners to greet Madison Lee with a bow. The General Manager smiles a some what forced smile and nods her head to acknowledge Onikage’s presence. TM: Onikage has had quite the rough last two weeks. First Jim crosses the line, then he never shows up for the main event and then this week Onikage has been trying to cope with it all. JH: I think he deserves it all and I am happy to see there might be some rumblings within the Rejects’ camp. TM: Bite your tongue. Before Onikage even is given the chance to get a micro phone Motorhead's 'Line In The Sand' begins to thunder through out the arena, which the crowd actually gives a positive reception. JH: There he is, Thomas! And this crowd couldn't be more pleased! A slightly beaten up, ruffled looking Jim O’Brien with a bandage over his head and anger in his eyes walk out from the back. The Monster of TNT stops mid-way to the ring and is with micro phone in hand. Madison Lee’s smile sours slightly at the sight of Jim O’Brien but still tries to force it to remain on her face. Madison Lee: Glad to see for a change you could join us tonight Mister O’Brien. What was the problem last week? Ran out of entrance themes or plums to stuff down your tights? A few fans boo at this cheap shot from last week at Jim who grins and nods acknowledging it. Jim paces around the run way and almost seems a bit impressed by Madison’s nerve to insult him. O’Brien: No, no. Y'see Maddie... There was an altercation that prevented me to show for my match last week. And like damn near everything else in FIW, I have it on tape. So if the monkeys in the Gorilla Position could get this ready... After setting an opening for it Jim along with Madison and Onikage, and the live crowd turn to the Tron to see what he is talking about. Meanwhile JJ slowly backs away from Onikage starting to look a tad nervous.
With that the Tron fades back to black as Jim turns back to the ring and glares right towards JJ. Only seconds Jim glares towards JJ Onikage spins on his heels and turns towards JJ glaring with a similar anger. O’Brien: Looks like Junior over here hit puberty. JJ, buddy, ya gotta learn to control those hormones. They could get ya in trouble.... very soon. Madison Lee: Alright, you made your point as to why you couldn’t be there, Jim. This only further makes me feel I am making the correct decision with this announcement. You see I am not going to let you two or your allies cause chaos on my show. This isn’t some other show where we let men run crazy and have matches with animals. You see in one of these rollers is full of balls with just your two names. The name pulled out will be able to choose the stipulation for your match at Vendetta in just two weeks’ time! And the second one is containing names of every referee and every member of the TNT roster. The name chosen from that will be the special enforcer for that match between you two…[/i]gentlemen[/i]. Are we clear? Onikage’s glare remains on his student JJ but he simply nods and Jim lifts the microphone up to his mouth. O’Brien: See JJ? This is what happens when you can't control your inner urges. You prevent Mommy and Daddy from working out their problems when they need to be. *to Madison* Understood, Maddie. Madison Lee: Very well, glad you both understand every thing and now the first... To see who will choose the stipulation... Madison Lee grabs the lever and moves it around shuffling up the balls inside the container like roller. After a few turns Madison stops and opens the little door for it and pulls out a ball. She looks over it before lifting the microphone to her mouth. Madison Lee: The man that will be granted the choice of what stipulation he wants for this match is... Onikage! The fans boo and Jim seems quite unhappy about this little fact while Onikage seems quite content with this decision. Madison Lee: And now to see who will be the special enforcer... Madison moves over to the other roller and turns it a few times before she decides it’s shuffled up enough to have it be safe. She opens the little door on this one too and reaches in deep. After a few moments of moving her hand around she pulls it out with a ball and looks it over. The General Manager’s expression turns to a slightly troubled one and seems to almost not believe what she pulled out. Madison Lee: The man that shall be the special guest enforcer for Jim O’Brien Vs. Onikage at Vendetta shall be...JJ... The fans are near rioting in hearing who is going to be the special enforcer and Jim isn’t taking it too much better. O’Brien: How now brown cow.... Hold up just one second. How do I know this isn't fixed? I know that these guys *pointing to Oni & JJ* don't like me. And it's well documented that YOU *pointing to Madison* aren't exactly my largest supporter- Onikage snatches a microphone from the table and brings it up to his lips. Onikage: If you have a problem with JJ being the special guest enforcer when he was chosen randomly for this, then test him out. Miss Lee why don’t you put him in a match tonight to see if he shall be a fair and down the line official? Madison Lee: While I normally don’t take requests I believe if this will settle this matter it should be done. Very well JJ will be the special guest enforcer tonight for Jim O’Brien Vs. Bill Kuriyama! Onikage and Jim both seem unphased by this announcement however little JJ looks like he has seen a ghost. A few of the fans laughing and taunting at JJ about having to take up this task. O’Brien: Fine by me. Onikage: Good, I don’t want you to have any excuse after all when I did what’s good for you, and utterly destroy your legacy at Vendetta. James, you told me last week that if I wanted your spot to come take it. Well consider this a reservation as in two weeks it will be taken and you will thank me for it. The fans cheer and jeer as Onikage and Jim O’Brien stare each other down, the tension is so heavy that you would need a pick up truck to carry it. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] The house lights suddenly drop and we hear a sudden... [align=center]*BEEP* Windmill, Windmill for the land. Turn forever hand in hand. Take it all in on your stride. It is sticking, falling down. Love forever love is free. Let's turn forever you and me. Windmill, windmill for the land. Is everybody in?[/align] A spotlight suddenly shines on the entrance as Fat Joe starts rapping about laughing gas and ass cracks revealing Bill Kuriyama and his crew, Shake, Matlock, and Lee. About at Fat Joe's first psychotic laugh, Bill motions that his crew bounce, and they do indeed head toward the ring under the spotlight. Shake and Matlock throw up signs and grin while Lee smiles polietely and waves at the fans. Bill steps between the ropes as his crew rallies to his corner, Bill throwing his arm up in the air Rock-style. Gorillaz' "Feel Good Inc." dies down and Bill leans against his corner, waiting. JH: There he is, the International Champion. And the way it looks, although not official, he'll be putting the International Championship on the line against former TNT *coughGARBAGEcough* wrestler, Toan. TM: And Toan has the gall to put that piece of foam & tin, the Extreme Chaos Championship on the line. Now THERE'S a prestigious title. [/sarcasm] JH: Well, when Bill retains the International Championship and wins the Extreme Chaos Championship, at least he'll have something to use in the event he runs out of toilet paper. DISCLAIMER: The views & opinions expressed are those of Jonathan Hitchen & Thomas Moore and do not necessarily represent the views & opinions of Tuesday Night Throwdown, or any of their respective affiliates or employees. [align=center]The smashing chords of 'Line In The Sand' hammer over the PA, being welcomed by a mixed chorus of cheers & boos. The lights turn to a dark red, almost a maroon. The chorus begins and walking from behind the curtain is 'The Monster Of TNT' Jim O'Brien. EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards his opponent, then begins his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans booing and cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. O'Brien reaches his destination, climbing over the top rope. TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I AM He makes his way to the southeast turnbuckle, climbing the 2nd one, facing the crowd. O'Brien stares a hole through the fans he faces, welcoming their melting pot of energy towards him. Jim crosses his arms, shaking his head slowly. EVOLUTION, EVOLUTION O'Brien hops off the 2nd turnbuckle, which signals the song and lights to cut. He stands firmly behind the turnbuckle he was once standing on, staring at his opponent with dead-aim. Jim then crosses his arms, showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face.[/align] JH: Sweet Buddha... Of every wrestler on the TNT roster, I don't think any of them have as much an intimidating presence as Jim O'Brien does. TM: But that all goes away once Kendra comes in the picture. Then he tucks his tail between his legs and tries to play grab-ass. Some Monster. JH: Well, all I know is that I'd rather see Jim O'Brien happy than angry. And Kendra does not make that man angry. Michael Anderson, who's been mid-ring all along, brings the microphone to his lips and announces the participants. MA: Ladies & Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a- Wait for it... Wait for it... MA: Thirty-Three minute and Fourty-Five seconds time limit! "What the hell kind of time limit is that?! Are you just purposely trying to tick me off?!" Yells the crazed fan in the fifth to top row. MA: Introducing first, from NE- [align=center]EVERY DAY I FEEL SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I GET ORDINARY![/align] Cog's "My Enemy" blasts its way over the PA & emerging from the back is that stupid kid from across the street you wanna beat up but can't cause you know your Mom will yell at you (or at least who he reminds me of)... JJ. JH: Now this young man right here... He sickens me. It's bad enough he idolizes Onikages, but what makes it woirse is what lengths he goes to impress his mentor. JJ makes his way down the rampway & climbs through the ropes. Immediately, he grabs the mic from Anderson's hands. The poor reception he got was bad enough, but once he gets ahold of that mic it goes from bad to worse. JJ: Forgetting somebody? I ought to have you fined, Anderson. How could you forget the special guest referee? In fact, I'm- But Anderson snatches the mic back from JJ! MA: -not gonna do a damn thing! You can play "Bop-It" with the mics as long as you like, as long as it's with one of the wrestlers. But you do NOT touch Michael Anderson's microphone! The crowd erupts as the ring announcer puts JJ in his place! MA: Dammit, I paid for this microphone! This is MY microphone! So you better back your punk-ass away and let me do what I do best! Jeez, if you thought Hulk Hogan got some huge pops, they got nothin' on the ones Michael Anderson is getting. . . K, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit. But they are explosive. Even a small "AN-DER-SON! AN-DER-SON!" chant breaking out in the first few rows. Mikey smiles as he brings the mic to his lips. MA: INTRODUCING FIRST... From NEW YORK CITAAAAAAY, NEWYORK! Standing SIx feet, five inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Fifty-Nine pounds... THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! BILL! KURRREEEEEAHMAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!1 A very nice, very warm reception to the King. He looks over his shoulder & gives a confident nod to his buddies at ringside. JH: A very confident Bill Kuriyama we're seeing tonight. He's been on an amazing role as of late, which could continue. What an upset it would be if he got the 1-2-3 on a former Spirit Of Honour, Fighting Spirit, Ultimate Endurance & Dual Crown Champion. MA: And the opponent... From CINCINNATI, OHIO! Standing Six feet, Seven inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Three Hundred and Ten pounds... THE MONSTER OF TEEE EN TEEE! JIM! OH! BRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIEHHNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! And the crowd just explodes. With boos? With cheers? With both. Though suprisingly more cheers than boos. It's like 3 to 1. Somebody must be going face soon. Michael Anderson climbs between the ropes and *sighs* JJ singanls to Timmy the Timekeeper for- [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] I was getting to that. Regardless, the two men circle one another, though Jim is more focused on JJ than anything. Jim points & shouts something JJ's way but BK nails a side kick behind Jim's knee! And another to Jim's sternum! BK launches another kick at Jim's side BUT JIM CATCHES IT! He yanks Bill towards him, PICKS HIM UP & SLAMS HIM TO THE MAT WITH A SPINEBUSTER! JH: With Authority! TM: this is gonna be a rocket-buster, Cole! I'm feelin' it! Um... What? Y'know what? Nevermind. Jim grabs Bill's elbow & brings the International Champion to his feet. But JJ bumrushes Jim. JJ yells "C'mon! Let go of the hair!" "What hair?! I'm grabbing his arm!" Jim yells back. "Arm hair, doofus!" JJ retorts. Jim gives a 'WTF?!' type look, but it's just the opening the International Champion needs as he nails a Forearm to Jim's cheek! And another! Jim staggars backward as 'The Sex Machine Gun' nails several more Forearm shots to Jim's cranium. Jim gets knocked backwards into the ropes where Bill grabs ahold of Jim's forearm. He slingshots -NO! - Jim reverses & slingshots BK into the ropes. Bill runs back ONLY TO BE LEAPFROGGED BY JIM! BK runs back to Jim and gets scooped up for a Tilt-A-Whirl Powerslam! But BK squirms out of it & locks in a Rear Waistlock. But Jim sends ONE ELBOW! TWO ELBOWS! to Bill's face. Jim reverses the Rear Waistlock & locks in a Hammerlock on the International Champion. But BK reaches upwards & manages to Snapmare the Monster over. Jim flips to a seated position where BK locks in a Chinlock, but not very tightly. Immediately, Jim grabs BK's arm & swivles out of position to behind Bill with another Hammerlock. Pulling upward on Bill's arm, Jim shoves Bill down to the mat, swivels around BK's body & locks in a Front Facelock. Which recieves a mighty classy responce from the crowd. JH: Jim, clearly the more technically sound wrestler. Although not known for his mat skills, Jim can certainly work on the mat. Jim wrenches the Front Facelock tighter, to much protest from JJ. "Quit chokin' him!" JH: Come on, Jim's arm is clearly not around Kuriyama's neck. TM: Says you. But you're not the referee, are you? JJ begins his count on Jim... 1! 2! 3! 4! Jim quickly releases the hold which much confusion. "Don't you think you're counting a little too fast?!" Jim screams at JJ, which the misguided youth just shrugs off. Jim gets to a knee & climbs to his feet, not even grabbing ahold of BK, for "fear" he may grab Bill's arm hair. Bill does climb to his feet on his own, though not as quick as Jim. JJ then orders for Jim to back up so Bill could have some room, which Jim grudgingly agrees to. Bill shakes out any cobwebs & adjusts his elbow supporter before each man charges the other in a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Jim has the obvious power advantage & proves that by easily backing Bill into a nearby turnbuckle. But JJ charges the scene and screams "LET 'IM OUTTA THE CORNER! I'LL DISQUALIFY YOU IF YOU DON'T!" Jim backs up off of Bill and gives a cold, deathly stare to JJ. Though, looks as if JJ got an extra dose of hormones this week & stands tall to Jim. Jim takes several steps backwards, not taking an eye off of JJ. Which proves to be a mistake AS BK NAILS A KICK TO JIM'S STERNUM! JH: Wow, that really knocked the wind out of Jim's sails! Jim bends forward & clutches at his stomach, to which Bill answers by nailing a Knee Strike right into Jim's temple! Jim falls like a redwood tree & turns his attention to his head. JH: An amazing Knee Strike by Kuriyama. TM: What was so amazing about it? Huh? JH: Those hurt like hell, man. Hasn't my Mom ever accidentally kneed you in the head whi- Oh my God... Why am I asking that? BK grabs a handful of Jim's hair, without any protest from JJ, and brings the Monster to his feet. He nails a quick knee to Jim's midsection, locks in a front chancerie, grabs a handful of pants (which also gets no complaints from JJ) and Snaps Jim over with a Snap Vertical Suplex! Bill rolls into a cover... [align=center]ONE! TWO! THR - JIM KICKS OUT![/align] JH: Now just one second... JJ was counting waaaaay too fast. TM: No. Your senses are just waaaaay too slow. Whatever the case may be, BK's not gonna complain a whole lot. He once again grabs a handful of Jim's hair, with again no complaint from JJ, and brings the former champion to his feet. He wraps his arms around Jim's massive body and tosses him with an- JH: EXPLODAHHH! BK gives a smug smile & goes for the cover... [align=center]ONE! TWO! THRE - JIM POWERS OUT![/align] JH: Come now, this is getting rediculous! This is unfair on so many levels! Jim about tosses BK off of him and boy, is he fuming. At The Sex Machine Gun? Oh no no no. He stares at JJ and has evil intentions in mind. Jim quickly climbs to his feet & towers over JJ. But JJ grabs ahold of his shirt & yells "I'M A REFEREE! YOU CANT TOUCH ME!" JH: This is the biggest usage of abuse of power. He's not even wearing a Referee's shirt, for God's sakes. Jim continues to stalk young JJ BUT GETS LAUNCHED BACKWARDS & LANDS ON HIS HEAD WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! Bill climbs to his feet with the waistlock still applied AND LAUNCHES JIM WITH ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX! Though usually his stopping point, Bill drags Jim up one more time BUT JIM REVERSES THE REAR WAISTLOCK, SWIVELS AROUND & LAUNCHES BILL WITH A- JH: HELLSPLEXAHHH!!!!!1 Oh, but that's not all! Jim still has that Katahajime applied as he drags BK to his feet. And with a mighty thrust, JIM LAUNCHES KURIYAMA WITH ANOTHER HELLSPLEX! Jim once again drags Bill to his feet and releases his hold on Bill. Jim swivels around BK, wraps his arms around the International champion AND LAUNCHES HIM WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! Jim looks down on BK, grins & gives the ol' Throat Slash sign to the crowd. JH: Oh, the end may be near for the International Champion! Jim grabs Bill Kuriyama by his wrist & brings him to his feet. He nails a stiff knee to BK's midsection & tucks a standing headscissors on BK, which brings a near deafening responce from the crowd! JH: F-BOMB TIME! Jim lifts BK up ONLY FOR KURIYAMA TO SLIDE OUT OF JIM'S GRASP! Bill runs backwards & bounces off the ropes AND NAILS A STIFF ELBOW TO JIM'S CRANIUM! NO! Jim ducks it, spins Bill around AND SCOOPS HIM UP AND DROPS HIM WITH THE- JH: BURRRRRNING HAMMAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim rolls onto BK & JJ (suprisingly) goes for the cover... [align=center]ONE! TWO! ARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!![/align] JH: What the hell?! JJ screams out in agony as appearantly... Well, you explain it, Thomas. TM: It looks like JJ hit the mat so hard on his second count, he hurt his hand! JH: Oh bullshit! TM: Jonathan! The censors! JH: We're on a five second delay. They'll bleep it. JJ rolls away to the turnbuckle where he climbs to his feet & clutches at his hand. Meanwhile Jim pushes himself off of Bill & slowly climbs to his feet. He huffs & puffs, even growls a bit as he makes his way torwards JJ. And JJ's face turns pale white as he sees Jim stalk his way over. Jim corners poor JJ into the corner, almost squishing him against the turnbuckle. Jim lowers his head right into JJ's grill & growls out "WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT'RE YOU DOING?!" JJ looks as if he's about to cry, poor kid. But all the while, Bill Kuriyama has, albeit shakily, made it to a vertical base. he sees that Jim isn't watching and nails a kick to Jim's lower back! Jim, obviously caught off guard, falls forward & squishes JJ into the corner! TM: REF BUMP! Now all hell breaks loose! JH: Not quite! JJ isn't a real referee, so he's not gonna crumble like a house of cards. Indeed. Nonetheless, after having been "squashed" by Jim, JJ looks over to the timekeeper and yells "Ring the bell!" He screams something else we can't quite make out, but Michael Anderson interprets it for us. MA: *confused* Your winner... as a result of Disqualification? Bill Kuriyama?! The crowd boos the screwjob they just witnessed before them. Jim looks over to BK with a frightening scowl, to which BK just holds his hands out in front of him, letting it be known his beef's not with Jim. Jim nods, then turns his head down at JJ, who's cowering & begging for his life. Jim reels his massive right fist back AND NAILS NOTHING BUT AIR! JH: Onikage! It's Onikage! Indeed, it is. The slippery devil climbed through the crowd & over the barricade and yanked his pupil out from under the bottom rope. Onikage yells some impolite words Jim's way, things you probably couldn't get away with on network television. Jim goes to climb out of the ring only for maybe ten sets of hands holding Jim back! JH: Onikage had backup! He's got security out here! Jim then turns around & sees a good 8 or 9 Security Guards in the ring. Jim looks over his shoulder to the camera and gives us a big ol' grin. JH: Ohhhhh no. You know how Jim gets when security is around. Jim looks back to the matter at hand. He takes a couple steps backwards & into the middle of the ring where he's completely surrounded. Jim takes another step backwards AND NAILS A HUUUUUUUUUUGE RIGHT HAND INTO THE GUARD BEHIND HIM! The poor Guard flies over the top rope to the outside! A rather ballsy guard charges towards Jim ONLY TO BE GRIPPED AROUND THE THROAT & TOSSED INTO FOUR OTHER GUARDS! Three more guards charge Jim AND ALL GET SOUPBONE PUNCHES TO THE FACE! Finally there's only one left. That Guard looks around and starts to panic. Jim looks over the scared Guard's shoulder at Onikage & JJ, who've made it to the TNT Stage. They look down at Jim, JJ with a frightened look on his face. Onikage with a... Come on, the guy has a mask on. JH: This has been an utter onslaught! And it's not quite over! Jim then turns his attention to that Security Guard. Jim lunges AND GRABS THE GUARD BY THE THROAT! Jim gives the Throat Slash signal AND SCOOPS THE GUARD ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! Jim walks right in the middle of the ring, facing Onikage & JJ. He slides the Guard down AND DROPS HIM ON HIS HEAD WITH A- JH: TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVAHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Jim then crosses the Guard's arms onto his chest & looks up to the stage at his adversaries. An evil laugh escapes from his body & 'Line In The Sand' blares over the PA. JH: This is gonna be a sign of things to come, Thomas! There is going to be nothing but total onslaught between these two individuals! Mercifully come Vendetta it'll come to an end! We close up on Jim laughing maniacally, and then we fade out. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] The house lights cut out, images on the TNTtron flickering as broken guitar chords screech over the static-filled speakers. Soon after, the hard-hitting beats of Evanescence's "Lies" blares through the speakers, accompanied by images of the new Kennedy Amy Lee's voice carries over the speakers as Kennedy makes her way out onto the stage, the crowd responding with a mixed reaction for the former crowd favorite. Kennedy shrugs them off, taking the dislike in stride as she sets off for the ring. She climbs in over the middle rope and cuts across the ring to command a microphone. JH: A visit from one of your favorite superstars, Thomas. TM: Oh yeah. She's my absolute favorite! JH: She's the number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship. An opportunity she was handed without merit, in my opinion. TM: Without merit? Are you insane?! JH: Well, she's not beaten the champion. Not once. TM: That is not true. She has a tag team victory over him. Remember, when he tagged with Kailey and she got her ass handed to her by Nadia? JH: I don't quite remember it the way you do but okay, whatever. Once Hitchen and Moore, as well as the crowd, quiet down Kennedy is able to finally say what is on her mind. 'Course the crowd is less quiet than Hitchen and Moore because unlike the commentators, the crowd doesn't want to hear what she has to say. Kennedy: I bet you all had a good time, last week, didn't you? If you must know, yes they did. And they let her know that. There's no shame if telling people you had a good time. Kennedy: Well, you know what? I had a good time too. Despite Swytch unable to keep his hands off my body, I had a good time last week. Because last week, I proved two things. Firstly, I proved that I am not scared of Swytch when I cracked his skull open and knocked him clean out! Boos pour from the fans as Kennedy revels in her success last week. JH: Something else I remember quite differently. TM: Really? How do you remember it? JH: I remember Carlos Kane distracting Swytch, which allowed Kennedy to get her licks in. TM: Swytch only wishes Kennedy would lick him. JH: That's disgusting, Thomas. Kennedy: Secondly, I proved a point that Swytch is no where near the man all of you people believed him to be. Because despite all the claims that Swytch would destroy me, not only am I standing before you now. But it took Dante Coles and Kailey Lane to do the damage before Swytch could even get his hands on me. So, how's that for reality? The fans don't like that reality. I guess you could say these grapes are sour. Could you? It's possible. JH: Interesting how Kennedy fails to mention that the only reason Swytch couldn't get a hold of her was because of Carlos Kane. TM: Unimportant facts, Jonathan. Only you care about those. Kennedy: And I know that Swytch is on his little high after getting his hands on me, not to mention the news that Carlos Kane will not be at Vendetta. The crowd pop the news of Kennedy one-on-one with Swytch, disrupting her from continuing her monologue. Kennedy: But that's fine. Because I don't need Carlos Kane to beat Swytch. I don't need ANYONE to beat Swytch! But that doesn't go both ways. Swytch is gonna need all the back-up he can get come Vendetta if he has any plans of carrying that Dual Crown into the new year. Skeptics, non-believers, just plain rude people. That's what this audience is full of. And Kennedy isn't happy to hear them at all. Kennedy: What is with you people?! Do I need to remind you that I'm the only female to ever hold a World Championship? Do I need to remind you that I held that title for four long months? That's longer than anyone in this company! I defended that title against Fozzy McQueen… gone. Apocalypse… gone. Whippet… gone. Chris Maclay… gone. TM: Uh-huh. What about them facts, Hitchen? JH: She is right about that. Can't take that away from her. Fact or no fact, the fans just don't plain care at this point. She's bordering on Triple H whine-age. Kennedy: And in just eleven days I'm going to get those titles back and break yet another record when I become the only female to hold a World Championship twice! And then I'm gonna break my own record by holding it even longer than last time! And Swytch is going to be just another name on the list of people I've beaten out the door. The boos and jeers are expected at this point. I don't know why you want me to keep telling you that they're happening. She's a heel and she's ripping on not just the top face but a few legends as well. She takes this moment to stroll around the ring, taking in the reactions from the fans. JH: I don't think Kennedy beat any of those people out the door. They all had varying reasons as to why they left. TM: Oh, right. Sure. Like what? Kennedy kicked their asses. JH: Uh, Apocalypse was injured at the hands of Dante Coles and Jim O'Brien. Just for an example. And Chris Maclay left after losing to Swytch. Not Kennedy. TM: Alright, shut up! Kennedy: Switching gears just a little bit. I want to talk about something else that happened last week. Something by the name of Kailey Lane. A nice crowd pop for the FIW Lady that the fans actually like. Kennedy: Not only did Kailey basically lay me out for Swytch to cop a feel, but at the same time she stuck her nose in my business. Now, I know Kailey's on this crusade to "save" everyone. But really, the only person who needs saved is Kailey herself. Saved from this diluted world she seems to live in where no one's allowed to be happy. I mean, do I not look happy to you people? Wait, a question for them? In the quietness they decide it'll be fun to boo her again. And of course, Kennedy is not happy to hear that so no, she doesn’t look happy. Kennedy: You know what? I don't care what you people think. I am happy. I'm happy for the first time in a long time. Because now I actually have everything I want and then some. I have a golden opportunity to win back the Dual Crown Championship. I was never given anything like that before. I had to scratch and claw for EVERYTHING back then. I had friends who did nothing but weigh me down. Now, I have friends that are actually there for me! Friends who help me! Not get in my way! TM: Yeah, that's a pretty good point! JH: I don't remember any of Kennedy's friends getting in her way. In fact… In fact what? We don't know because Jonathan is cut off. By what, you ask? That would be "Defy You" by Offspring. Kennedy's head jolts towards the tron, a bitter frown on her face as crowd go crazy at the indication a fan favorite may be making her way out. JH: Oh, well here's one of those friends now, Thomas. Just see if Kennedy has the gull to confront Kailey face to face. TM: She schooled her last week. What's the difference this week? Kailey strides toward the ring, her eyes locked on Kennedy as she shakes her head from side to side with a solemn expression on her face. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then moves to retrieve a microphone for herself before confronting the furor. Kailey: Kennedy, I-- Kailey's eyebrows raise as Kennedy puts a hand out, commanding Kailey to stop just as she begins to speak again. Kennedy: Wait a minute, Kailey. I know what you're doing out here. You're all disgruntled and unsatisfied about how our match went last week. I completely understand. I expected you to feel that way. Kailey shrugs her shoulders and nods slightly, indicating that while it may be true she wasn't happy with it, that isn't what she came out here to discuss. Kennedy: I personally was unhappy with the way it ended… you know, without an ending. But I'm sure that was the highlight for you. What with being all unhappy that I was kicking your ass. The crowd boo just as Kailey realizes Kennedy warped sense of reality is going to keep this from being a normal conversation between… err, not friends. Kennedy: I mean, you are really lucky! The way you made sure Dante ran in just in time to keep you from suffering defeat at the hands of yours truly! Kennedy motions to herself all proud-like at the thought of getting a pinfall victory over Kailey Lane. The crowd aren't proud-like though. They're more mad-like at having to listening to Kennedy go on and on. Kailey: Actually, Kennedy, I came out here to dispute a little fact. You say your friends did nothing but get in your way and weigh you down? Kennedy nods, pretty confident in the accuracy of that comment. Kailey: You also said that all of your friends left you, yet the evidence of that being a mistaken belief is standing right in front of you. Kailey gives it a minute for that to sink into Kennedy's mind and all she has to show for it is Kennedy's eyes rolling dramatically. Kailey: Fine. That isn't an issue anymore, it seems. As to getting in your way? Maybe I did and maybe I didn't. I warned you about getting between Nadia and me. You also proudly say that now you have friends that are there for you? Kailey makes a show of looking around the empty ring. Kennedy looks too, wondering what the heck Kailey is looking for. Kailey: Yeah, wow. Look at all those friends just there for you. The crowd explode for laughter, enjoying seeing Kennedy getting some jibes thrown at her for a change. She raises her mic to speak but this time it's Kailey's turn to hold up a hand and cut her off. Kailey: Or wait a minute. You also said they don't get in your way. And yeah, I see them just falling over themselves to get out of your way right now. Is that why your many awesome friends aren't here for the new happy Kennedy? JH: Now that's a good point, Thomas. Where has Nadia been for the past two weeks? TM: Last week she had that charity event. Maybe the turn out was so great they extended it. I don't know! The crowd seem to be enjoying the insults at Kennedy and her "friends" too much to let Kennedy speak. But ever the uphill battler, Kennedy speaks over them. Kennedy: For your information, Nadia important business was extended in Hollywood. You know, a REAL city! Ooh. Shots at the hometown. That's hitting low. Kailey just nods her head, clearly she understands, right? Kailey: Is that so? You know what I think? I think she's just too afraid to face me. It's funny how Nadia always ruins lives and then runs away to Hollywood. The crowd ooooh the burn on Nadia Kassle while Kennedy shakes her head, letting us all know that Kailey is sprouting off unfounded rumors. Kailey: Maybe she'll prove brave enough to at least come back and face me one more time. Because word going around is, next week it's me versus Nadia one-on-one. The crowd cheer! They like those apples. But more important, Kennedy doesn't. JH: Did you hear that, Thomas? TM: Kailey versus Nadia, next week?! JH: That's what Kailey said. Kennedy: Whoa. Hold up, Maisy. You can't just go around and sprout off little rumors and expect them to be signed. What exactly do you plan to do next week when your little fantasy match isn't on the card? Show your face in front of all the people you lied too? TM: Now THAT'S a good point, Jonathan. What is she gonna do? Kailey: No, actually I'm gonna come out here and kick Nadia's ass. Because the place that rumor came from… was General Manager Madison Lee's office. Whoo and hoo! That's even better news. While no one likes Madison, most of all Kailey, you can't argue with results. Kennedy's looking a little uneasy now. Can't be so confident when the sides are not in your favor. Kennedy: Oh really? Well… you know what. Nadia will be there next week. I can guarantee it. Kailey: Oh, you mean her "business" in Hollywood won't be unexpectedly extended once more? Listen to the sarcasm dripping off Kailey's words. It's nice to see people playing along for the sake of argument. Kennedy: No. In fact, I can guarantee her business in Hollywood won't be extended. Kailey: Oh yeah? How can you be so sure? At this point the crowd is literally going CRAZY! But wait, why are they going crazy? JH: Hey! Wait a minute! Before Hitchen can even say it, Nadia has jumped the guardrail, slid into the ring and CRACKED Kailey upside the head with STIFF Shuffle Side Kick! The crowd boo harder than they've booed all night as Kennedy and Nadia stand over Kailey, twisted smiles on both their faces. JH: What the hell?! What is Nadia doing here?! TM: She's here, Jonathan! She's here! Kennedy leans forward, talking to the barely conscious Kailey. Kennedy: I'm sure because… there is no business in Hollywood. The two ladies chuckle at Kailey's situation but it appears Nadia isn't done yet. She drags Kailey back to her feet, applying a standing headscissors on the woman. Nadia hoists Kailey up over her shoulder, applying a backbreaker maneuver before THROWING HER FORWARD AND SITTING AT THE SAME TIME, SMASHING KAILEY'S FACE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A FACEBUSTER! JH: Oh my God! What the hell was that? TM: I dunno. But it was HOT! Nadia climbs back to her feet, standing over Kailey as the crowd let her know just how much they hate her guts right now. Kennedy tosses the microphone onto the mat before exiting the ring, followed by Nadia as "Cells" hits the speakers to even more disapproval from the crowd. Kennedy throws an arm over Nadia's shoulders and the two women head up the walkway just as happy as can be, all to the dismay of the crowd. JH: I cannot believe this! This was a set-up, Thomas! That's exactly what this was! TM: Oh wow, are you sure? Of course it was a set-up, you idiot! Those two brilliant minds knew exactly what they were doing! JH: I hope to God Nadia doesn't weasel her way out of that match next week. Kailey's got some MAJOR payback to give her! And I can't wait to see it! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] The screen changes to the backstage area where Kennedy is making her way down one of the many corridors. She has a smirk on her face as she walks alongside her bestest pal in the world, Nadia. The two ladies stop at Kennedy's door, Nadia moving to face Kennedy. Nadia: Well, I don't know about you but all the setting Kailey up as made me hungry. What do you say we get out of here and grab a bite to eat? Kennedy: Sounds good to me. Let me just grab my things and I'll meet you at the car. Nadia: Okay. I'll call the driver to bring the car around. Nadia heads off towards her locker room as Kennedy heads into hers. Or does she? She doesn't because she's interrupted by a delivery man. Delivery Man: Kennedy Sommers? Kennedy glances at him, raising an eyebrow, most likely at the bouquet of dead flowers in his grasp. The disgusted look on her face informs us that she has indeed spotting the flowers, as they would've been called in their previous life. Kennedy: Yes? He thrusts the flowers towards her, causing her to take the withered weeds. Delivery Man: There you go. Have a nice day. Kennedy: Uh, excuse me! What is this? The delivery man seems rather peeved he's being forced to wait around even longer to make this delivery. Delivery Man: They're flowers. Kennedy: What? Delivery Man: Flowers. I deliver them. Kennedy: What? Delivery Man: People call and tell us what they want and where to send them. Then I-- Kennedy: No, I know what a delivery man is, I'm not retarded. You couldn't have given them to me when they were alive? Delivery Man: Ma'am, they never were alive. He asked for dead flowers, okay? Kennedy: Shut up. He does. He just stands there, waiting for Kennedy to say whatever it is she has to say. Kennedy: Shut up. Delivery Man: I didn't… say anything. Kennedy sighs and thrusts the dead weeds back at the delivery man. He holds his hands up and backs away. Delivery Man: I deliver them, not accept. Kennedy: I'm not GIVING them to you. I'm telling you to get rid of them. Delivery Man: No thanks. The delivery man takes his exit, leaving Kennedy standing with the deceased flowers in her grasp. She scoffs and heads into her locker room. Kennedy: What the hell am I gonna do with dead flowers? The answer to that question is…drop them? Well, that’s what she does. Kennedy freezes in place, a shadowy figure having crept up behind her and a pair of arms wrapping themselves around her frame keeping her arms pinned to her sides. The figure looks to the floor where the flowers now rest, dried petals strewn about. ???: What’s the matter, Kennedy? The figure’s head leans forward coming into the light…IT’S SWYTCH! His cheek brushes lightly against hers, the closeness making Kennedy very uncomfortable. His lips curl into a grin, his warm breath washing over her neck with every heavy exhale. Swytch: Didn’t like my present? Kennedy's breath courses through her lips as they attempt to form some type of word in her trapped position. She succeeds in only stuttering the same word over and over again. Kennedy: I… I… Swytch: I… I… His words coming out in whispers, mocking Kennedy’s fear. He brushes his nose along her neckline, inhaling the scent of her hair up to her ear. Swytch closes his eyes, exhaling heavily across her neck again. Swytch: I love that smell. Fear. It’s intoxicating. Swytch pulls Kennedy back against him, getting her attention as he tries to look at her face from the position he’s in. Swytch: Are you scared now, Kennedy? Kennedy shivers at the sensation of Swytch sniffing her like an animal before closing her eyes, likely wishing she were anywhere but hear at the moment. She opens her eyes, reality crashing when she's exactly where she doesn't want to be… still in Swytch's arms. Her breath speeds in and out of her mouth as her heart rate picks up out of pure fear. Swytch: What’s that? I didn’t hear you. He leans in even closer to her, his painted face nearly touching hers. His black lips pursed, ready to speak, but a small giggle passes over them. Swytch: Not so brave now, are you? He pulls his head from her shoulder, moving behind her and leaning in close to the other side of her face now. His lips find a place close to Kennedy’s ear, goosebumps raising the instant his breath kisses her flesh. A sharp inhale startles her and the exhale makes her shiver. Swytch: Your tongue isn’t so brazen now. There’s no Dante, no Kailey, no Hype, no Nadia… we’re all alone now, Kennedy. Again she attempts to make a sound, any type of sound to draw attention to the scene just within the door but when her breath turns vocal, it's barely above a whisper. Kennedy: Wh…what do you want? Something Kennedy stuttered seems to tickle Swytch because he’s got a case of the giggles right now. Or maybe it wasn’t that funny, because he suddenly stops. He swings himself and Kennedy around, facing the closed door. Swytch: There’s the door. Still think you’re going to beat me out the door? Sweep me out with the rest of the trash? And just as suddenly as he swung them around, Swytch spins Kennedy in his arms. She comes face to painted face with her captor and sees the darkness in his eyes. Swytch: Chris Maclay already tried... His hands move to her arms, gripping them tightly enough to keep her still. Swytch’s eyes stay locked on Kennedy’s, her face taking on the ‘deer in headlights’ look. Swytch: …and I’m still here. She stares into his eyes, not even attempting to hide the fear in them or maybe unable to mask it no matter how hard she tries. Her breath, no longer coming out in gasps, seems caught in her throat as she trembles under Swytch's dark gaze. Swytch: I want you to remember this moment. He lets her arms go, eyes still locked with hers. Swytch: The way it could have gone and didn’t. With a simple step to the side, Swytch walks past Kennedy but still manages to keep his eyes on her. He opens the door and steps into the hallway, leaving Kennedy in her locker room, frozen in fear. TM: Oh my God! Swytch is a freak! He could've… he could've… JH: He could've finished Kennedy off before Vendetta is what he could've done. TM: No! I mean he could've violated her. He almost did. Did you see how he was holding her against him. Sick freak! JH: Swytch just made a point that he could take Kennedy out anytime he wants. We'll see if Vendetta is that time. TM: Never! JH: Well, Vendetta is just in eleven days. And at Vendetta, we're gonna see a tag team war. Slam! versus TNT for the Tag Team Championship. [align=center] [/align]TM: The Arabian Knights made some serious impact here tonight. But I think they only succeeded in angering the ragin' Cajun. JH: They took out Carl earlier tonight but that was just tonight. Then they put their hands on Remy. TM: But that wasn't all. Crazy Sam put his hands on April. And I think that might spell doom for the Arabian Knights at Vendetta. Remy won't take kindly to that. JH: But will his feelings for April work for him or against him at Vendetta? But that isn't our only interpromotional contest. Two Slam! titles are on the line! [align=center] [/align]TM: Bill Kuriyama won the International Championship off of Onikage after he jumped ship and brought it to TNT but now Slam! has built themselves up a challenger. JH: And Toan is putting his Extreme Chaos Championship on the line, confident in victory at Vendetta. TM: What he doesn't realize is that TNT is gonna take both of their titles now. I wouldn't want to be in Toan's shoes after Vendetta. JH: That remains to be seen. But this next one isn't about titles. There's a major rivalry building here. [align=center] [/align]TM: Onikage says that Jim reminds him of his dead father. Let's see if that physically holds true at Vendetta. JH: That was sick, Thomas. But in any event, JJ was named the special guest referee after a drawing and after his officiating tonight, I worry about Jim surviving Vendetta. TM: Oh, he'll be alright. He's the Monster of TNT, after all. JH: He's certainly found his old focus, that's for sure. But man, what about this one? The Dual Crown Championship. [align=center] [/align]TM: This is the big one, Jonathan. Kennedy has been dreaming about taking that title from Swytch and she's gonna get that opportunity at Vendetta. JH: Kennedy certainly has enjoyed toying with the unstable Swytch but I think that's her last mistake. Swytch hasn't shied away from Kennedy in any encounters, more specifically tonight. TM: He's certainly running on a high, enjoying every turn but I think his high is gonna come to an end at Vendetta when Kennedy takes back what's rightfully hers. |
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JH: Another of your predictions that remain to be seen but it’s main event time and we’ve got a rematch from a couple weeks ago. TM: That’s right, Jonathan. Ragin’ *coughs*asshole*coughs* and Dante Coles will be facing off one more time. JH: Their first encounter ended with Ragin’ pinning Dante after some clever use of brass knuckles. TM: I hate the bastard, but I hope Dante kicks Ragin’s Slam! loving ass. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the main event and is scheduled for one fall. The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a frenzy. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage. The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Reaching the ring apron he walks to the corner then climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arm up to the roaring crowd. Dante hops into the ring and waits for the match to start. MA: Introducing first from Los Angeles, California. He stands at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighs 255 pounds. He is… DANTE… COOOOOOLLLEEESSS!! JH: You’ve got to wonder what’s running through Dante’s head tonight. TM: I’m sure it’s along the lines of “Me hurt, me kill.” With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the TNTtron and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the stage and starting to move down the ramp. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the sides of the elevated ramp where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneel. They position themselves like the religious worshipper before their God. JH: And here is the self proclaimed hero. TM: Pffft. A hero? He should be careful, Nightmare might try to sue him for copyright infringement. The words, ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say”, are the prompt for a flash of light and a series of explosions around the stage and TNTtron and two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down through the press of females on the elevated ramp, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step. MA: And his opponent, hailing from Russia. He stands in at 6 feet and 3 inches and weighs 277 pounds. He is… RAAAGGGIIIIIINNN’. As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring. JH: Dante seems to have a word or two for Tony Clarke. TM: He’s probably complaining about the smell of whore at ringside. JH: Now Thomas, that’s no way to talk about a lady. TM: You’re right, it’s not, and if Kennedy and Nadia were out here, I wouldn’t be talking about them that way. Dante continues to fuss about Natalya at ringside. She puts on an innocent face, holding her arms out to her side signaling she’s done nothing to warrant the verbal nasties she’s receiving from Dante. JH: I don’t think he’s going to be happy until…ROLL UP!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!![/align] JH: Ragin’ snuck up behind Dante and caught him with a roll up, but luckily Dante was able to kick out at two. TM: Just like a Russian to be sneaky. JH: So you admit Nadia is a sneak too after what she pulled earlier tonight? TM: Not at all. Nadia isn’t Russian, she’s Hollywoodese. JH: She’s what? Nevermind, I don’t care. Dante is back on his feet staring a hole through Ragin’. The Russian merely grins at Dante and begins to circle around the ring. Dante follows suit, following Ragin’ around the ring. Neither man seems ready to make a move in the early going. Dante breaks up the little dance and stands near the ropes. He motions for Ragin’ to come on, but Ragin’ holds his ground prompting Dante to CHARGE AT HIM WITH A LARIAT that Ragin’ ducks. JH: Dante went for a lariat, but Ragin’ was able to save his head. Ragin’ spins Dante around and drives his boot into Dante’s abdomen. Ragin’ moves to the side and DRIVES his elbow down into the back of Dante’s neck dropping him to a knee. Ragin’ grabs Dante around the head and pulls him back up only to SLAM HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS! TM: Ouch. Good thing Dante doesn’t make a living in Hollywood like Nadia. He’d be restricted to playing movie monsters after that move. JH: I’m sure the effect Ragin’ was going for was more on the brain than Dante’s facial features. Ragin’ backs up into the ropes, springing himself off and landing a leg drop right across the back of Dante’s neck. Ragin’ jumps to his feet and snaps back down dropping his elbow right between Dante’s shoulder blades. Ragin’ reaches forward and locks his hands in front of Dante’s face, pulling back with a crossface type maneuver. JH: Ragin’ has Dante locked in a submission. TM: It’s too early for a submission, we’re barely minutes into this match. JH: But Ragin’s focus has clearly been on Dante’s head and neck. TM: So you admit then that Dante is a wussy and he’ll tap out. JH: I said no such thing…Dante’s foot is on the ropes! Or it was until Natalya reached up and slapped his big boot off the bottom cord. Unfortunately for Natalya, Tony Clarke saw her plain as day. Clarke gives her an earful and Natalya backs away from the ring. Ragin’ gets to his feet and hauls Dante up, driving a knee into his midsection. He grabs Dante by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Dante hits the ropes and rebounds right back to Ragin’ who presses Dante INTO THE AIR AND LETS HIM FALL BACK DOWN TO THE MAT!! JH: Ragin’ showing off his strength with that flapjack on Dante. TM: He’s going back to work, pulling Dante to his feet again. Ragin’ drapes Dante throat first across the middle rope. He runs across the ring and bounces himself off the far ropes. Ragin’ rushes back across the ring AND JUMPS ONTO DANTE’S BACK, CRUSHING HIS THROAT ON THE MIDDLE ROPE!! He regains his balance and peels Dante off the ropes, only to take Dante by the head and SCRAPE HIS FOREHEAD ALONG THE TOPE ROPE!! JH: Come on, ref! He’s using the bloody ropes! TM: Ragin’ is just raking Dante’s face across the top rope and now he just SLAMMED Dante’s face into the top turnbuckle! Ragin’ forces Dante into the corner, driving his knee into Dante’s midsection. He back away across the ring then runs in AND DRIVES HIS SHOULDER RIGHT INTO THE RING POST!! JH: DANTE MOVED!! TM: And Ragin’s shoulder caught nothing but the ring post! Ragin’ peels himself off the post and backs out of the corner right into Dante. He lifts Ragin’ up AND PLANTS HIM ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AND NECK!! TM: MUUUURRRDAAAAAAHHH!! JH: DAAAAAAANNNGGEEEERRRROOOOOUUSSS~!!!!!1!111!! Both men are down on their backs. Neither seems to be moving much if at all. Natalya pounds the apron trying to bring Ragin’ back to life, yelling something in Russian at him. Tony Clarke checks both men and starts to count them out. [align=center]1!! 2!! 3!! Dante stirs a little, kicking his leg up but can’t quite get off his back. 4!! 5!! Ragin’ is cradling his head in pain, managing to roll onto his side. 6!! 7!! 8!! DANTE NIPS UP!! 9!! RAGIN’ IS ON HIS FEET!![/align] JH: Both men are on their feet! And Dante BEHEADS RAGIN’ WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! Ragin’ gets to his feet and Dante is there to meet him with a HARD right hand, and another, and another. He whips Ragin’ but the Russian reverses sending Dante into the ropes. Dante bounces off, FLYING INTO THE AIR AND NAILING A FLYING FOREARM!! JH: Ragin’ is down. TM: The momentum is definitely swinging the other way. Dante scrambles to his feet and grabs Ragin’ by the legs. He pulls them up and starts to turn Ragin’ over. Natalya quickly jumps onto the apron grabbing the referee’s attention and Dante’s as well. JH: What the hell is she doing?! TM: She’s about to get the taste smacked out of her mouth. But just as quickly as she was on the apron, she drops off when Dante approaches. Ragin’ is back on his feet just as Dante turns around and fires a boot into Dante’s gut, but he catches it! Dante spins Ragin’ to the mat with a dragon screw and keeps hold of the leg, grabbing the other one as he gets to his feet. He rolls Ragin’ over and buries his knee into his back. JH: DANTE’S INFERNO!! HE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN!! TM: Is Ragin’ going to tap out? This would put an end to his winning ways here on TNT if he does! With his knee firmly planted in Ragin’s back, Dante pulls back on Ragin’s legs bending him into a perfect C shape. Ragin’ yells out in pain, beating the mat in an attempt to fight through it. Dante screams at Tony Clarke to ask Ragin’ if he quits. The referee obliges, getting in Ragin’s face, but gets a resounding “No” from the Russian. JH: Ragin’ is resisting all he can, but you have to wonder how long he can fight it. TM: Tap out you dirty son of a bitch. It is much longer BECAUSE RAGIN’ TAPS OUT!! RAGIN’ TAPS OUT!! But Tony Clarke doesn’t see it, distracted yet again by the quick thinking Natalya. She’s on the apron using her feminine wiles to grab the referee’s attention. Ragin’s hand slaps the mat in submission, but there’s nobody there to notice except 15,000 people and Dante. JH: RAGIN’ IS TAPPING OUT! RING THE DAMN BELL!! TM: Tony Clarke doesn’t see it! Natalya has his attention! JH: She’s got Dante’s attention now and that isn’t going to be good for her. Dante lets go of Ragin’ and bounds across the ring. He grabs Natalya by her top and brings her into the ring. She screams and scrambles across the canvas toward the ropes. Dante tries to grab her, but she slides under the ropes back to the floor. Dante hops out of the ring and gives chase, following her around the ring. Natalya flees for her life with Dante chasing her around the ring. JH: Dante had better get back in the ring. He can’t focus on Natalya right now. He’s got to stay on Ragin’. Natalya scrambles around the ring BUT DANTE CATCHES UP TO HER! He grabs her by the back of the neck and spins her around. TM: Punch her in the damn mouth! Dante looks as though he’s about to WHEN A PAIR OF BOOTS SENDS HIM FLYING INTO THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! JH: Ragin’ just nailed Dante with a baseball slide sending him crashing into our desk. TM: He’s on his way out here too. I think Ragin’ is bringing the match to the floor. Ragin’ is on the floor now, pulling Dante up by the head. Tony Clarke is leaning over the ropes telling him to get it back in the ring, but Ragin’ isn’t listening. He stands Dante up THEN SLAMS HIS FACE OFF THE DESK! Tony Clarke throws his hand in the air and starts to count both men out. [align=center]1!! 2!! 3!![/align] Ragin’ peels Dante’s face off the desk. He scoops him up THEN DROPS HIM CHEST FIRST ON THE DESK! [align=center]4!! 5!! 6!! 7!![/align] Ragin’ pulls Dante back into an inverted front face lock. [align=center]8!! 9!! 10!![/align] Ragin’ lifts Dante vertically then drops him back with a suplex! JH: An inverted suplex on the floor and those protective mats don’t provide much cushioning. TM: That’s a half inch of hard rubber between them and concrete and you’re right, Jonathon, that stuff isn’t very forgiving. Ragin’ gets back to his feet and slides into the ring before Tony Clarke can start the second half of his 20 count. He makes his way across the ring and gets into a discussion with the referee about something. Oh wait, he’s just buying time for Natalya to kick Dante in the head and start choking him with a camera cable!! JH: OH COME ON!! This is a disqualification!! TM: *mesmerized by Natalya’s swaying ass in front of him* Mmmmm, yeah, disqualification. The crowd is EXPLODING with cheers for Natalya’s actions at ringside! Wait, no, they’re cheering because KAILEY LANE IS MAKING HER WAY TO RINGSIDE!! JH: IT’S KAILEY!! TM: Wha? Kailey? Mmmm, more booty. *shakes head* I mean, what? Boo, Kailey, boo! Ragin’ never sees Kailey make her way around the ring AND BOOTS NATALYA SQUARE IN THE ASS!! The Russian beauty stumbles forward and nearly falls on her face. She turns around and sees Kailey standing there with one pissed off look on her face. Dante unwraps the electrical cord from his neck and slowly gets to his feet. He coughs trying to suck in some much needed oxygen, propping himself up against the announce desk. Ragin’ pushes Tony Clarke out of the way, the distraction not needed anymore, and makes his way to the far side of the ring. He yells down at Kailey getting her attention and notices the nice sized welt on her face. A smirk crosses his lips as he takes some kind of enjoyment seeing her face bruised. JH: Nadia’s handiwork from earlier tonight is still present on Kailey’s face. TM: And some good work that is. Look at that shiner, whoo-whee! Ragin’ starts to say something BUT GETS HIS FEET YANKED OUT FROM UNDER HIM!! Dante slides into the ring and gets to his feet, immediately laying the boots to Ragin’. He hauls the Russian vertical and into a front face lock THEN PLANTS HIM WITH A DDT!! Dante gets back to his feet and climbs the near turnbuckles. He gets to the top buckle then leaps off and lands a diving elbow drop right in Ragin’s stomach. Dante hangs on for the cover… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THR—NO!! RAGIN’ KICKS OUT!![/align] Dante gets to his feet quickly. He grabs Ragin’ around the head and hauls him to his feet into a side headlock. Ragin’ quickly drives an elbow into Dante’s ribs, followed by another one that shakes himself loose. He boots Dante in the stomach and pulls him into a front face lock, then lifts Dante vertically then drops him with a suplex. Ragin’ gets to his feet, grabbing Dante by the head and dragging him toward the corner. He backs his way up to the second rope, pulling Dante to his feet. Ragin’ places his knee behind Dante’s neck then jumps off the turnbuckle AND LANDS HARD ON HIS KNEE!! JH: DANTE MOVED!! Ragin’ was going for the Face Wrecker but Dante pulled his head out from under Ragin’s knee! Ragin’ clutches his knee, writhing painfully on the mat. Dante moves in to mount an attack BUT HE’S SUCKERED BY RAGIN’ AND PULLED INTO A PINNING PREDICAMENT!! Ragin’ kicks his legs onto the middle rope to add some leverage as Tony Clarke drops to the mat… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! Kailey pulls the middle rope back and Ragin’s feet drop off the rope! THREE!! NOOO!! DANTE WAS ABLE TO KICK OUT!![/align] JH: NOO!! DANTE KICKED OUT!! Despite Ragin’s attempt to get some help from the ropes, Dante was able to kick out! TM: Only because Kailey can’t keep her hands to herself. Isn’t that what started this mess between her and Ragin’? Her not being able to keep her hands to herself? JH: I think it’s a little more complicated than that, Thomas. Natalya can’t believe it. She’s on the apron, pointing down at Kailey and screaming at Tony Clarke. Kailey takes offense to what the Russian woman is saying, climbing up onto the apron as well. Both women are arguing with each other and with Tony Clarke, Kailey pointing out that Ragin’ was cheating, and Natalya claiming Kailey interfered. TM: Come on catfight. Daddy wants to see a catfight. Giggidy, giggidy, giggidy, alllll riiiiight. JH: Uh, yes, well. Ragin’ is back on his feet now and it looks like he’s got something to add to the, uh, discussion going on. Ragin’, Natalya, and Kailey are all now bickering with Tony Clarke and at each other. Dante climbs to his feet. He looks at the four people having their little meeting and decides to join the fun by running right at them!! Kailey thinks fast, grabbing Tony Clarke by the shirt and pulling him out of the way JUST AS DANTE BARRELS INTO THE BACK OF RAGIN’ KNOCKING HIM INTO NATALYA!! DANTE HOLDS ONTO RAGIN’ AND PULLS HIM BACKWARDS ROLLING HIM UP FOR A PIN!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOOO!! RAGIN’ DOESN’T KICK OUT!![/align] JH: THAT’S THREE!! DANTE DID IT!! HE BEAT RAGIN’!! Tony Clarke hops to his feet and calls for the bell. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall… DANTE… COOOOOOLLLEEESSS!! “Downfall” starts to play over the speakers as Dante climbs back to his feet. Tony Clarke raises his hand signaling him the winner. Ragin’ jumps to his feet, his face covered in shock and disbelief. He looks to the floor where Natalya is clutching the back of her head in pain as she lays against the ringside barricades. Kailey looks from the floor into the ring at Ragin’, returning the smirk Ragin’ gave her earlier. TM: Dante stole this one right out from under Ragin’. If Kailey hadn’t got involved, Dante wouldn’t be having his hand raised right now. JH: She was doing the right thing! Natalya’s done everything she could to cost Dante the match. Kailey didn’t do anything but keep the referee from being knocked down. Ragin’ doesn’t seem to agree with that. He grabs Tony Clarke by the collar, screaming at him, pointing at Kailey, arguing that she cost him the match. TC shakes his head, slapping his hands together three times and saying the pin was clean. Dante grabs Ragin’ by the shoulder and pulls him away from TC getting a breath of relief from the referee. He gets in Ragin’s face and Ragin’ right back in Dante’s face. Dante shoves Ragin’ back and is just about to haul off and smack him with a right hand when 'Toxic' hit’s the speakers, bringing everything to a screeching halt. Madison stands center stage, microphone in her hand and a scowl on her face as she stares down two of her more troublesome talents. The crowd are settling down, anxious to hear what Madison felt was so important to interrupt this soon-to-be brawl. Madison: I am so sick of this! Don't you two even THINK about touching each other. Because as of right now, there's a no violence policy between Dante Coles and Ragin'. If Dante so much as flicks Ragin', he'll find himself flat on his ass without a job. And Ragin'… don't get too excited. You touch Dante Coles and guess who'll be curtain jerking every week in dark matches right here on your favorite brand in the world? Say goodbye to television exposure. JH: Madison Lee laying down the law. TM: Ha! Ragin' wrestling only dark matches. That'd be hilarious! And best of all, we wouldn't have to call them! The crowd are split down the middle to this announcement. They love the thought of Ragin' having to stay on TNT and not be on their TVs anymore yet they'd LOVE to see Dante kick his ass right here and now without losing his job. Madison: But don't worry. This little issue between you two will be settled, if it's the last thing either of you do. At Vendetta, it will be part three of this little trilogy. Dante Coles versus Ragin' ONE. FINAL. TIME! The crowd pop their loads for that announcement. Ew, that was kind of gross. But the fans are happy to hear Ragin' vs. Dante Round 3. Madison: And you know, I think this final encounter needs a special guest enforcer to keep thing civil in there. Now, odds are they'll be some rats that always filter through no matter how many referees I assign. But I know if I assign the ref I have in mind, there'll be one less rat that I have to worry about. JH: A special guest referee at Vendetta? TM: We already have JJ refereeing Jim vs. Onikage. JH: Looks like we're gonna have two! A murmur through the crowd leads to everyone wondering who the referee will be, or if it's who they think it is. Depends on what they're thinking. Madison: And guess who can't keep her nose out of this affair? The crowd now knows, as does the cameraman because he's focused right on Kailey Lane at ringside. Madison: I hope you didn't throw away that referee shirt, Ms. Lane. 'Cuz you've got a job to do at Vendetta. Dante Coles versus Ragin' with Kailey Lane as the Special Guest Referee! JH: Did you hear that, Thomas?! TM: Kailey Lane refereeing another of Ragin's matches?! And after what happened last time, I can't wait to see just how well she keeps an eye on Ragin'. He won't be able to do ANYTHING illegal in that match! JH: That sounds about right, and most likely what Madison was thinking when she made the call! Kailey makes her way into the ring, a bit dumbfounded about the announcement, not really sure how to approach Dante who looks more interested in ripping Ragin's head off right now. Ragin', on the other hand, is irate as he yells at Natalya as if it were her fault. Madison seems to be the only one happy, a big smile on her face. JH: Well it's chaos in the ring now, and that seems to be what Madison enjoys causing. TM: With these four, it's always chaos! JH: It'll be chaos in eleven days at Vendetta where we'll see Dante vs. Ragin' for the last time. But that's not all. Jim vs. Onikage. Tag Titles on the line, as well as the International Championship AND the Extreme Chaos Championship. TM: That's all in one match! I hope Bill brings us another of Slam's titles. That'd be awesome! And if the Merchants brought us the Tag Titles, we'd have everything but the Slam World Title! JH: And we can't forget about the Dual Crown Championship! Swytch versus Kennedy. First time ever for the Dual Crown! TM: That's all at Vendetta! We've still got one more week! And the Cruiserweight Title is coming back! A battle royal to name the new Cruiserweight Champion. It's anyone's game next week! You wouldn't dare miss it! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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