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| FIW Vendetta; 18th December 2005 | |
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| Craig | Dec 18 2005, 11:44 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]The question they keep asking me How can one so young be so bitter and angry Well the answer is plain to see[/align] Keith Williams: Vendetta is in a matter of days, and I'm not looking to end this little streak of wins I've got going for me. Mr. Wrestling is destined for greatness in this promotion, and as God as my witness, I shall represent the people and perform for them every night as they wish for me to do. Just remember, folks, the three T's of wrestling will guide you towards the path of success. [align=center]Just look around at this world that we're living in Its die and let die, take or be taken from And there's nowhere to run[/align] As Jim gets to his feet and turns around the larger of the two men nearly takes O’Brien’s head off with a Short Arm Roundhouse Kick. Both men focus on Jim O’Brien who they drill with stomps and some more stomps. The larger of the two mystery men grabs Jim by his messy black locks and lifts him up to his feet. Quickly he gets behind Jim and bends forward slightly as he hooks his arms with O’Brien’s. In one simple movement the larger mystery man lifts Jim up onto his back preparing him for what most would say was a Verta Breaker. However the smaller mystery man is climbing up the turnbuckle in a matter of moments is to the top of the corner. Slowly the larger of the two walks towards the corner and in mid-walk the smaller one hops right off of the buckle. In mid-walking at the exact same moment nearly the smaller one Double Stomps Jim’s butt as the larger one drives him down in a Verta Breaker! Jim spins Bill around AND SCOOPS HIM UP AND DROPS HIM WITH THE BURRRRRNING HAMMAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim rolls onto BK & JJ (suprisingly) goes for the cover... [align=center]ONE! TWO![/align] JJ screams out in agony as apparently JJ hit the mat so hard on the second count, he hurt his hand! 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?!" 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! 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?! 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! [align=center]Who do we look to What have we done These times have taken the best from us All I see is killing Another day, another vendetta There is so much suffering Another day, another vendetta[/align] Grant stops to jaw-jack about how he’s going to be the next International Champion which allows Prime some valuable moments to get his arms up and clamp them around the throat of Grant! He staggers out of the corner as the crowd rises as one, then Prime crosses his arms and BURIES GRANT INTO THE MAT WITH THE AUTHORITY BOMB! [align=center]I see the homeless standing out on the streets On every corner, they're asking for money I try to help them whenever i cant but sometimes[/align] 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? [align=center]I can't afford to help myself I see diseases and modern plagues of our time The greed of our leaders have made them blind To our problems, they spend millions over seas While people right here are fighting wars everyday[/align] Dante grabs Ragin’ around the head and pulls him up to his feet. He delivers another hard boot to Ragin’s midsection just for good measure before applying a standing headscissor. He hoists Ragin’ onto his shoulders, but staggers around. JH: Dante’s got him set up for the Fall From Grace!! Ragin’ NAILS Dante with a VICIOUS right hand AND DANTE FALLS BACKWARD TO THE CANVAS!! Natalya hops off the apron just in time for Tony Clarke to notice Ragin’s pin attempt on Dante. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! DING! DING! DING![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall… RAAAAAAGGGIIINNN’!! “That’s What They All Say” hits the arena speakers as Ragin’ gets to his feet. He stands over Dante who is still laid out on the canvas. Ragin’ pulls something off his hand and drops it on Dante’s chest. The camera zooms in on Dante and we see a pair of brass knuckles on his chest. 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!![/align] JH: THAT’S THREE!! DANTE DID IT!! HE BEAT RAGIN’!! Dante 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: This little issue between you two will be settled at Vendetta! Dante Coles versus Ragin' ONE. FINAL. TIME! 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! 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. [align=center]All I see is killing Another day, another vendetta There is so much suffering Another day, another vendetta[/align] Onikage pushes himself up to his feet and seems to think what he’s done isn’t enough yet. He crouches and lays in wait for Bill Kuriyama to get back up to his feet. After a few moments Bill comes to and slowly with wiggly arms pushes himself up to one knee. With a bit more effort Bill gets up to his feet and turns around to come face to face with a Short Arm Roundhouse Kick! Bill doesn’t as he ducks the kick and performs a low side kick to the back of Onikage’s leg. The champ falls down to one knee just as Bill runs into the ropes. Like a flash of lightning he runs back and climbs up Onikage’s knee hitting… JH: KKKKKKUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRIIIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAAAMMMMMAAAA KIIIIIIICK~!!! Toan walks around the ring to the announce desk where Toan spies the midget version of Kuriyama. Toan smirks, offers his hand for a shake and bk accepts. Toan points at him and smiles, before yanking bk up onto his feet! He drags bk from around the announce desk...KURIYAMA KICKAAAHHHH! [align=center]All you can do is stay close to what is true to you Stay close to what is true to you All you can do is stay close to what is true to you Stay close to what is true to you[/align] Carlos grabs Swytch by the arms, dragging the champ to his feet and locking his arms behind his back. Kennedy rears back SMACKING SWYTCH'S HEAD OFF WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK! The Hype throws Swytch across his shoulders and WHIPS SWYTCH AROUND, PLANTING HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN F-5 MANEUVER! Kennedy snatches the Global Heavyweight Championship off the canvas, raising it above her head, slapping the plate as she looks out over the crowd. Swytch leaps at Carlos TURNING HIM INSIDE OUT WITH A LARIAT!! Swytch is relentless with stomps down onto the Hype. He drops down, firing knee after knee into the face of his tormentor, growling with every angry strike! Swytch spins the Ultimate Endurance Champion around, SENDS A SHARP KNEE INTO HIS STERNUM and roughly applies a standing headscissors. The crowd goes crazy as Swytch flips Carlos onto his shoulders and DRIVES HIM BACK AND NECK-FIRST THROUGH NADIA'S GLASS-TOP DESK!!! Swytch stumbles forward as a loud CRACK echoes throughout the arena! The crowd all gasp in unison as they see Swytch drop to a knee with Kennedy standing behind him. She rears back with it one more time as Swytch tries to make his way back up to his feet. The crowd boo and scream at Kennedy but there's nothing they can do as she CRACKS the steel across the back of the champ's head one more time! Kennedy slowly comes to, wincing as she picks her head up off the canvas. She gets back to her feet and turns around… looking up into those black eyes. Swytch DRIVES A BOOT INTO HER STOMACH with enough force to drive her to one knee! He grabs her by the head, rolling her over and roughly applying a front facelock before DRIVING THE BACK OF KENNEDY'S SKULL INTO THE MAT WITH A VICIOUS INVERTED EVENFLOW DDT! Swytch stumbles and falls to his knees as a CLANG sounds throughout the arena. Behind the champ stands none other than the HYPE Carlos Kane with a steel chair! CARLOS DRIVES A KNEE INTO SWYTCH'S STERNUM! Carlos ducks under Swytch, standing up with the champ over his shoulders. With lightning speed Carlos THROWS SWYTCH AROUND AND DROPS HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN F-5 maneuver! Carlos climbs back to his feet as Kennedy moves over to stare down at the Dual Crown Champion. [align=center]Never let go of what you strive for Hold tight, never let go Never let go of what you strive for Never think you can't make a change[/align] HUTCH REACHES UP FOR THE ROPES BEHIND HIM AND HE RAGS AT THE FIGURE FOUR...CAUSING ORION TO TAP OUT! MADROX IS WATCHING OLDRIOD AND IMPACT ON THE RAMP, HE THEN STANDS UP AND TURNS INTO A TITLE BELT SHOT THAT ECHOES AROUND THE ARENA FROM JACK MANSON! DV: I told you, this is Jack Manson's playground! MANSON STANDS OVER MADROX AND HUTCH, HE RAISES HIS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP BELT HIGH INTO THE AIR AS MATT IMPACT IS STOOD ON THE STAGE LOOKING DOWN AT THE RING! [align=center]All I see is killing Another day, another vendetta There is so much suffering Another day, another vendetta[/align] JH: Welcome everybody to Vendetta coming to LIVE from the sold out Air Canada Centre... KR: I'm sorry Jonathon but I'm going to have to interrupt you there! I've just been told that there has been something HUGE happen down in the parking lot! DV: I can't believe what I've just heard in my own headset! Did we have a camera down there? KR: Our first Slam! Action Replay is coming from down in the parking lot from literally moments ago!
KR: I can't believe what we just saw! DV: Matt Impact just reversed that car directly into the World Champion! CM: What a great move! KR: Stop it Chip! Just stop it! What we just witnessed was incomprehensible! DV: Get ready for more, we're going back down to the parking lot... The screen does indeed take us back to the parking lot, where an angry Jack Manson is being assisted into an ambulance. Manson wants to get back at Impact immediately but the medical staff in the Air Canada Centre are insisting that he accompany them. Manson shoves a medic away but his arm buckles under the pressure, he puts his arm between his legs and squeezes while cursing in pain. FIW CEO Dr. Schultz is watching the proceedings with his Slam! Commissioner Richard Markone. Schultz steps forward to Jack Manson. Schultz: I'm afraid Jack you must go to the local hospital, there is no way FIW could ever allow anybody to compete in your condition...title or no title. I feel for you Jack, I really do but you must go and get yourself repaired. Manson is as pissed off as an individual could be, he stares at Markone before slowly realising that Dr. Schultz wouldn't let him compete. With his one good arm Manson turns around and levels one of the medics and Markone's S.W.A.T. team move in on Manson. They restrain him, making sure of course not to damage the already-injured arm! Dr. Schultz calls them off and the S.W.A.T. release Manson. Jack looks over at the suited Markone. Manson: You smug bastard! Manson picks up his World Title belt from the floor, dusts it off but Markone snatches it from him. Manson steps up into the ambulance and sits down. Manson hardly takes his eyes off Commissioner Markone until the ambulance doors are shut. The sirens fire up and the ambulance starts to take off as Schultz returns to Markone. Schultz: This is a large blow for your Main Event. Jack Manson is the World Champion. Markone: I know, I know. Schultz: There are fans expecting to see a World title match tonight, I'd rather not have a riot on our hands. I would much rather nobody was screwed, especially in Canada. The Commissioner smirks, he then shakes his head. He places the belt on his shoulder. Markone: Don't worry Albert. The title will still be on the line, we will see a NEW World Champion and Jack Manson? He'll get his return match as soon as he's healthy again. Schultz: You are authorised to prepare a contingency plan but for now, the match stays as booked. Should Jack not return well enough to compete then you may execute this contingency plan. Are we clear? Markone: Clear. Schultz: And your punishment for Matt Impact will be suitable I take it? Markone: Of course. Back at ringside Dean Venchenzo is also angry. DV: Markone replacing Manson in the match? Or is he just making it a triple threat? This is bullshit and the title's still on the line!? CM: Calm down! Mr. Markone has it all in hand. KR: That's what worries me, *mimics Chip* Mr. Markone has it all in hand. [align=center]"She is not scared to die best things in life drive her to cry crucify then learn."[/align] KR: Oh, and here we go! T-Bird vs. Keith Williams! CM: Oooh T-Bird. I’d hit that! KR: Chip, even on PPV, that’s considered a little offensive. "Brackish" by Kittie hits the speakers loudly as the normal lights fade out and ribbons of red lights pulse to the fast pace music. T-Bird comes from the back holding the edges of her trench to her side. Her long black hair is pulled up into a lime green ribbon. Her face and uncovered body is covered in paint. She bounces to the music for a moment before reaching where the fans are. Taking off her coat roughly she throws it down on the floor. [align=center]"I'd like to take you down, and show you deep inside, my life my inner workin so smell and lack of inner pride, to touch upon the surface, is not for what it seems, I take away my problems, but only in my dreams."[/align] The lights turn to their normal bright white color and the red pulsing lights go off. A few of the fans are on their feet cheering for Tee as she takes her dash inbetween them all. Getting closer to the ring she undoes the ribbon to her hair letting it flow down behind her. Reaching the ring she slides in under the bottom rope letting some of her hair land on the mat. She pops up throwing her hair back and makes her way to the ropes. She stands on the bottom rope raising her hands high. The fans pop with a cheer. She does the same to the other and receives the same reaction. Going to the middle of the ring she awaits for her match to begin. CC: From Atlanta, Georgia, and weighing in at One Hundred and Thirty Eight Pounds……Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee BIIIIIIIRRRDDD!!!!! KR: We’re just waiting on relative newcomer Keith Williams, here making his PPV debut in his current run. Without any warning, the following words are blasted throughout the arena: [align=center]MR. WRESTLING![/align] "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson hits the PA system and Keith Williams walks out from the backstage area to boos and jeers from the crowd. He raises his arms in the air and extends his thumbs, both of them pointed at himself, then yells out at the crowd, "MR. WRESTLING!" as purple pyros go off around him. He makes his way down the aisle, trying to slap hands with the fans as if they like him, but the majority of them retract their hands and yell out insults at him. Keith jogs the rest of the way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, getting to his feet rather quickly and heading to the middle of the ring. He raises his arms above his head once more, without his thumbs pointed at himself, as his entrance music dies down. CC: And from Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing in at 245 pounds……….. He is “Mr Wrestling”………. KEEEIIIIIITTHHH WILLIAAAAAAAAMSS!!!! KR: And here we go, Keith Williams vs. T-Bird. This match could get either competitor a lot of attention. CM: I’ll give T-Bird all the attention she needs! DV: Chip, for £5, would you not say anything until the end of this match? CM: Hell, for £5, I’d do anything! The two competitors circle each other warily. Keith dives in, going down to one knee for a takedown, but T-Bird skips over the arm, and struts around in the circle, a grin lighting up her face. DV: Her quickness could be the linchpin of this match. Williams has an all-round wrestling style, but T is a cruiser, if she can evade his attacks, and tire Williams out, she should be able to take the advantage. Keith wipes his nose, and continues circling. He fakes a takedown to the right, before then slipping over the left, reaching for the leg. T-Bird hops up, and skips using her other foot, to land out of reach of Keith Williams once again. DV: This is good stuff, this is exactly what she has to do. Keith shakes his head and mutters to himself, frustrated. He hops on the spot, shaking his wrist out…… darting in for a takedown…… T-Bird hops in the air….. Right into a stiff right hand from Williams! KR: Oh! A stiff right hand from Williams puts T-Bird down! Williams laughs, and turns his back on the floored T-Bird, taunting to the crowd, who respond with a round of boos. T-Bird holds her jaw, and shakes her head. With Williams’ back turned, T-Bird stands, runs, and baseball slides through Williams’ legs, hopping to her feet. William’s takes a step back in shock at suddenly finding T in front of him, and doesn’t manage to get his hands up to block a stiff elbow shot from T-Bird. Williams holds his jaw and drops to one knee. DV: See, this is what Williams should have done, follow up the attack, don’t give your opponent a break! T-Bird dropkicks into Williams’ face while he’s down on one knee, and Williams rolls out of the ring, soliciting more boos. [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] Williams walks around the ring, shaking his head. He kicks the steel steps with frustration, and makes his way towards the entrance ramp. KR: Whoa, looks like Williams might bailing on this match. DV: Not wise, he should…… KEEP AN EYE ON T-BIRD! Oh my God! T-Bird runs, and grabs the top rope, using her momentum to flip over the ropes! She lands with a “thump!” on William’s chest, catching him just as he turned to face the ring. The fans explode at the sudden change of pace, and T-Bird clutches her neck as she stands. KR: T-Bird might have jarred herself on that suicide dive over the top rope. DV: Yeah, well, that’s why they’re called high risk moves. Nasty stuff, but impressive looking! Keith Williams shakes his head as he crawls to his feet, T-Bird helping him stand. She drags him over to the ring……. But William’s stomps on her foot as she’s about to throw him into the apron, and uses the distraction to throw her head first into the steel steps! The fans boo, and Williams rolls into the ring. The ref begins to count. [align=center]1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6![/align] DV: OK, I’m worried about T-Bird, even after a hard shot into the steel steps like that, she should be up and moving about, especially only this early into the match. As if on cue, T-Bird drags herself up onto the apron, looking slightly dazed. [align=center]7! 8![/align] T-Bird finally hauls herself into the ring, and Williams shows no remorse, dropping elbows onto the back of her neck and shoulders. He hauls the limp T-Bird to her feet, flipping her over with a stiff snap suplex. DV: Yeah, the referee really wants to consider ending this match, it looks like T-Bird can barely stand. KR: Normally I’m all for a competitive match, but Dean, I think you’re right here. She’s been knocked goofy. Williams stands, and leans on the ropes, shaking his head, a grin on his face. He yells into the crowd: Keith: Is that the best you’ve got! KR: I can’t believe Keith’s arrogance here. He could have seriously hurt a very gifted athlete, and he’s just showboating. DV: Whoa, T-Bird’s moving! She’s crawling to her feet! Don’t count her out just yet! Keith turns back to T-Bird just in time to see this, and looks shocked. His demeanor changes, and he goes right back to dropping elbows. He hit’s a first…… a second! He rolls his arm, bouncing off the ropes, going for a third… he leaps into the air for extra impact…. KR: T-Bird rolls out of the way! Keith Williams lands hard on that arm! Williams stands, holding his elbow, which he drove hard into the mat, and T-Bird meets him with elbows, only using one arm, the other still clutching her neck. DV: T-Bird fighting back! I’m so impressed with her tonight! I was about ready to count her out! KR: Well, you should know by now not to do that with any Slam athlete, they’re the best of the best for a reason! Williams swings for a clothesline, pushing past T-Bird’s elbows…….. But T-Bird sees it coming, and hops into the air with a jumping spin-kick! She wipes Keith down to the mat, and springs up…….. But the pain catches up with her, and she drops to one knee with a stifled scream, holding her neck. DV: Looks like that neck tweak is catching up with her. I have to wonder if she didn’t land hard on her neck on that dive earlier. Being thrown into the steel steps by Keith can’t of helped much either. Pushing past the pain, T-Bird drops a leg onto Keith, and then leans on the adjacent ropes to get a break, and rest herself. She rolls her neck, working the strain out. KR: This is a tough choice for T-Bird. Her pain must be great, she’s fighting past every bone of wrestling instinct in her body, and taking a break. It helps her, but it also helps her opponent get time to recover. She’d be risking an injury if she continued on with assault, but she knows that would cost her the victory. DV: You know better than anyone how a wrestlers mind works Kurt, but let me tell you, the embarrassment and anguish of losing a match, is worth any pain your body can go through. Keith is up now, and T-Bird seizes her opening, charging in with a kick. William’s is ready for her, having been given time to rest, and spins her 360 degrees, and nailing her with a clothesline! KR: Oh God! Keith is really targeting that neck area, that’s sick! DV: Come on Kurt, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t do exactly the same in his situation, you have to do whatever it takes to win! KR: Well, in my day, we didn’t used to allow men vs. women matches, and no, at the risk of seriously injuring my opponent, I would have words with the referee to stop the match. DV: Well, that’s maybe how you did things in the olden days Kurt, but nowadays it’s all about aggression, you can’t get to the top simply by being around for a few years and being loyal to a territory, you have to fight tooth and nail to keep your spot. It’s vicious stuff. T-Bird is rolling on the mat, trying to get purchase to drag herself to her feet. Keith goes for an elbow, but halts the motion, thinking back to last time he attempted it. Instead, he hauls T-Bird to her feet, and in a swift motion, drags her over his head in an Exploder! KR: EXPLODAAAAAAHH!!!!! DV: Careful Kurt, you sounded dangerously like one of those TNT idiots just then. KR: I apologise. But being dumped right on her head CANNOT be good for that young lady. DV: I agree, you have to worry. I’d ask Chip to jump in with some analysis, but ladies and gentlemen, at this present time he’s cutting his toenails. I’m not kidding either. Williams dashes across the mat, and rolls T-Bird over, straight into a cover. [align=center]1! 2!! Barely a kick out on three by T-Bird![/align] KR: Amazing! I’m as shocked as Williams is frustrated! Williams slaps his hands on the mat, and commences yelling at the referee, slapping his palm into his hands. DV: Remember we mentioned earlier about wasting time with unnecessary actions? KR: Yes, but I think T-Bird benefited from the rest more than it hurt her. DV: Undoubtedly, but Keith Williams is doing exactly that. He’s wasting time arguing with the referee. No referee in history has ever turned around and said “Yeah, that’s true, it was a three count, shall I ring the bell now?” KR: Anything that helps T-Bird recover, I’m all for. She’s starting to stir, even if she is getting most of that help from the ropes. I really hope Keith Williams keeps arguing with the ref, and leaves her alone, just to give her enough time to get back into this match. Williams turns to see T-Bird nearly to her feet, and his face contorts into a sick grin. He charges her…… and runs straight into a super kick! [align=center]CRACK![/align] KR: Oh my GOD! T-Bird with a hard super kick to the jaw! I can’t believe that! That’s brutal! Where’d she find the energy!? DV: Did Williams just lose a tooth!? I can’t believe she’s still in this thing! The crowd pop for T-Bird, ever one for the underdog, as she starts to crawl toward Keith Williams! She places an arm over his chest! KR: A cover! Come on! [align=center]1! 2! 3.…. No, a kick out by Williams![/align] DV: A kick out! T-Bird appears to be feeding of the adrenaline now, and clambers to her feet, her left hand still firmly clutching her neck. She prowls around Williams, waiting for him to stand! KR: In my opinion, T-Bird needs to hit a few BIG moves, and hit them FAST! She needs to end this as quickly as possible, while she has the advantage. If Williams takes over, and zeroes back in on that neck, this match is over. DV: I think you’re totally right. T-Bird, stalking Williams now, looking for a………. Without waiting for Williams to get to his feet, T-Bird, drops her body down sharply, grabbing Williams’ head, and driving it into the mat! DV: Low Angle DDT! Incredible move! The crowd let a massive “OH!” for the sudden-ness and the impact of the move, and T-Bird, drags herself back up, dropping a leg across the throat of Keith Williams! Then another! And another! KR: Rapid-Fire leg drops from T-Bird! She’s roaring back! Williams climbs to his feet, looking slightly unsteady…… and is met with a dropkick from T-Bird! As he climbs to his feet, T-Bird grabs him on the shoulder and crotch, and lifts him, slamming him down with a scoop slam, letting out a scream of exertion as she does so! KR: Williams down! And look where he’s laid! DV: In the corner, perfect position for the Soaring Eagle reverse Swanton! You’ve got to know that’s what she’s thinking of! KR: We said she needed one big move, one massive impact to win the match, I think she knows the same! She’s going for it! T-Bird starts to climb the turnbuckle, facing the crowd. The effort of stretching her arm up to grasp the top rope staggers her, and she pauses on the second rope, holding her neck, and panting for breath. KR: Whoa, whoa, Keith Williams is up, he’s up! Williams stands up, and spurred into motion once he’s seen where T-Bird is, he hops in the air, hammering a forearm into her back! And again! KR: I don’t like the looks of this! Williams steps through the middle rope, and climbs up onto the turnbuckle, on the outside. He delivers a HARD slap to T-Birds face! DV: Now that’s uncalled for! I still don’t……. Oh my God! No! No! Not this! Keith, I’m begging you, don’t do this! But Keith looks hell bent on doing it! He grins to the crowd…… BEFORE THRUSTING T-BIRD’S HEAD IN BETWEEN HIS LEGS! HE SCOOPS HER UP……. CM: I don’t care about the £5 any more, this is going to be sick! Even I almost don’t want to look! …….. KEITH WILLIAMS SCOOPS T-BIRD UP AND LEAPS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A SICK PACKAGE PILEDRIVER FROM THE TOP ROPE! THE FANS ERUPT IN A MASSIVE “HOLY SHIT” CHANT, AND WILLIAMS ROLLS INTO A COVER! [align=center]1!!! 2!!!!! 3!!!!!![/align] KR: Good God! Get some paramedics out here! That was the most vicious thing I’ve seen in a long time! DV: He calls that the Fall of Western Civilisation! Disposable Teens by Marilyn Manson hits, as Keith Williams stands up, and demands the referee move from checking on T-Bird to raise his arm, which gets him a big chorus of boos. CM: And now it's time to go backstage to the office of Richard Markone! KR: Hasn't he done enough already tonight? Manson was taken to hospital because of Impact and Markone! Slam! Commissioner Richard Markone is sat at his desk backstage in the Air Canada Centre. Surrounding him are the members of his private S.W.A.T. squad, all carrying their nightsticks in gloved hands. Markone: I imagine that you're all wondering just what I am going to do about the World Title Battle Royal match since the defending Champion, Jack Manson has been taken off to a local medical facility. I have just heard word back from our man at the scene, Jeff Noon, who has reported that Jack Manson has little to no chance of returning here tonight in time for his match since he has a lot of procedure to get through such as x-rays and what have you. So it is my duty to inform you, the viewing public and our fans live in the arena that the World Championship Battle Royal will now feature Matt Impact versus Hutch versus Sean Madrox versus...Orion Oldriod. Oldriod comes into view, all leathers and bad attitude. He taps the end of the camera with his baseball bat. Orion: Looks like this title match just got a little bit more interesting. Who's bad now boys? Markone: Of course should Jack Manson return before the match starts then he will be put back into the match but as I said, it's looking increasingly unlikely. We WILL see a new World Champion tonight and I know where my bet lies. JH: And now the first half of TNT kicks off! Ladies and gentlemen this will be quite the fight too! TM: Jim and Onikage are going to put that pathetic opener Slam had to disgrace. JH: While I thought that was quite the match-up generally I have to agree as this has quite the history so far to it. The lights fade out and a two young men can be seen walking out from the back with bags of ice. They silently rip them open and with mini-fans begin to blow on the ice. Creating a bit of smoke like fog around the entrance way as the Tron flickers to life. [align=center]"And now we present to you an Ordinary production..."[/align] The words flicker away and are replace.... [align=center]"In association with Rejects Inc."[/align] The image fades away and the arena remains silent for a few moments. The two men using their mini-fans to create the smoke effect. That is until a guitar riff blasts over the speakers and a voice rings out. [align=center]EVERY DAY I FEEL SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I FEEL SO DAMN ORDINARY![/align] The fans begin their chorus of boos to the song as eight young men sporting Onikage's t-shirt walk out from behind the curtain. Each one carrying a flag of some nationality with a ninth hurrying in front of them with another flag. The ninth one holding up a flag with the TNT logo and Onikage's image plastered over it on it. Slowly a tenth figure emerges from the curtain behind the nine young men. The crowd boos intensifies as they recognize him as "Mister Ordinary", Onikage himself. His arms up in a X symbol making with the Xs on his taped hands the straight edge xXx symbol. [align=center]STUCK IN A LOOP FEELING SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I FEEL SO DAMN ORDINARY![/align] Onikage's student in the lead slides into the ring while the others circle the ring. Slowly Onikage climbs up the steel steps and at the top of them turns around and lifts up his arms making the xXX symbol one more time. His students around the ring throw toilet paper in a streamer fashion at their mentor. After batting it off of himself he walks along the apron and enters the ring. A few of his students hop up onto the apron and shine their flash lights down at him as he kneels trying to create a spot light effect. The student in the ring with him pulls out a micro phone. JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages and… Miss Madison Lee. Japan, Mexico and the great state of Michigan proudly bring to you a man who is an international superstar. A man who is by all means ordinary and yet has reached levels of sheer greatness beyond the general public’s understand, and Slam’s roster’s. He weighs in at a lean and sexy two fifty. And stands at a massive total of six feet and two inches, plus ten inches if you catch my drift. He is a former two time Extreme Chaos Champion, a former Evolution Champion and a former record breaking three time FIW World Tag Team Champion. HEEEEEEEE! ISSSSSSSSSS! OOOOOOOOONIKAAAAAAAAGE! Onikage pounds his taped fists against the canvas and stands up and unzips his jacket and tosses it out of the ring. JJ waves the TNT/Onikage flag around a few times as the lights return before he exits the ring. JH: How can this man be completely fair? He is waving around a flag with Onikage on it and doing Onikage’s entrance! TM: Not JJ’s fault he was chosen Jon. JH: Still despite Jim’s anger fueling him I have to worry a bit for the Monster of TNT. [align=center]The smashing chords of 'Line In The Sand' hammer over the PA, being welcomed by a mixed chorus of boos & cheers. 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. Behind him sprouts a waterfall of red and gold pyrotechnics. After a handful of seconds, the pyrotechnics come to an end which signals the big man to begin his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans booing & cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. Jim then reaches the ring steps, walks up them & onto the apron, then climbs 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 mixed bag or positive & negative 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] MA: Hailing fro…OH SHIT! MA bails from the ring as Jim nearly charges right into him while going to close line Onikage. The self proclaimed Mister Ordinary ducks the close line and nearly throws himself right over the middle rope and lands on the outside. O’Brien tries to go after Onikage however JJ gets in between the ropes and Jim to stop him. The other students circle around Onikage and pat him down with the towel. JJ continues to try and reason with Jim to back away to allow Onikage back into the ring. TM: Jim better be careful, JJ might just start this match only to D.Q. him straight away for not listening to him. JH: While I think Jim needs to be careful I can’t really blame the man, Onikage has frustrated him time and time again. TM: Bah Jim is just a hot head. After several boos directed at JJ finally Jim obeys him and backs away from the ropes. Onikage relaxes a bit and walks towards the apron as JJ calls for the bell to start the match. DING DING DING! As soon as the bell sounds once Jim shoves JJ right out of the way and dives over the top rope in a flying body splash. All 310 pounds falls down onto Onikage and his students as they splat against the ringside floor. JJ in a fit hops up and down around the ring as he looks down at the car wreck scene on the outside as the fans go wild. JH: OH MY GOD~! Jim for perhaps the first time ever just flew over the top rope and crashed down against Onikage! TM: Bet you never thought you’d ever hear yourself say those words. JH: Quite frankly no, I didn’t think I’d ever see Jim take to the air either. TM: Jim must be on the Slim Fast diet. Thought he looked a bit lighter last Tuesday and in that creepy shower scene he did. Onikage’s students to save their mentor shove Onikage out first from under the 310 pound Jim O’Brien. Slowly stumbling up to his feet Onikage tries to create as much distance between Jim and him as he can. Staggering about Onikage falls face first onto the Slam announce table and tries to grab a hold of some thing to help him stay on his feet. Mean while Jim shakes his head a few times before with his massive hands grabs two handfuls of the barrier and lifts himself up. No regard for Onikage’s students Jim steps on top of them as he tries to chase after Onikage. TM: Onikage better be careful, one of those Slam idiots might try to attack him. You know they sure as hell are bitter over him jumping to TNT. JH: I think Onikage should be more worried with the six seven and 310 pound Jim O’Brien who is catching up to him. TM: Onikage can handle himself Jonathon, don’t you worry about that. He isn’t a former three time FIW World Tag Team Champion, a former two time Extreme Chaos Champion and a former Tuesday Night Throwdown International Champion. JH: Key word is former in all of that Thomas. Turning his head slightly out of the corner of his eye Onikage spots Jim staggering towards him. This is all Onikage needs to push himself up off the announce table and rush around the steel steps. Jim manages to catch his breath enough to start to run towards his opponent. The fans at ringside boo and toss threats at Onikage as he tries to avoid Jim and rounds around the left side. From the side facing the entrance way Onikage slides in while Jim slides in from the left side. JH: I wonder what Onikage is thinking with all this running away from Jim. TM: You call it running away, I call it being smart. JH: The difference? TM: The way you make it sound Onikage is running away from Jim like some yellow belly coward. When in reality Onikage is performing a brilliant plan that this is merely the first part of it. Sadly you with your jaded view of the world can not see that. The Monster of TNT cutting Onikage off from advancing further into the ring marches towards him ready to brawl. But Onikage has other ideas as he quickly back paddles to keep a safe distance out of Jim’s range before he bumps up against the ropes. With his back to the ropes JJ like any referee would hops in between the two men and tells Jim to back off and let Oni out of them. Given the time and space Mister Ordinary steps out from against the ropes and back towards the center of the ring. Jim is having other ideas as he charges forward and takes Onikage’s head nearly off with a vicious close line. JH: And now the real match begins ladies and gentlemen, Jim has finally managed to get his hands on Onikage. TM: He’s asking for it, Onikage might just have to get serious and derail this big oaf. JH: What happened to that brilliant plan Onikage had? TM: Don’t you worry Jonathon, that plan is still intact and is still working. Dropping down to a knee over Onikage Jim starts to unload punch after punch on Onikage’s masked face. His smaller foe tries to bring his arms up to his head to cover it but Jim drives his knee back down over Onikage’s arm. With one arm now taken out the former Ordinary member snatches the bottom rope with his free hand for dear life. Instantly to another set of boos JJ hops right up to the two and starts berating Jim to get off of Onikage. As JJ starts his count perhaps just to test his waters Jim connects with one more punch before he pushes himself up off of Onikage. TM: Bah, is there any thing Jim respects besides himself? It’s obviously not the rules since JJ started his five count and Jim took his time to still drill Oni with another punch. JH: I’m beginning to think Onikage is regretting how he revived Jim’s inner monster. TM: He may have but as long as that lesbo still is in O’Brien’s head he is as frightening as a kitten. JH: Okay for one, she’s not a lesbian, two, I don’t think it makes Jim any less dangerous. And as for your kitten comment, I recall a rather dangerous kitten that was apart of the FIW roster. TM: Yeah but where is he now Jonny? Huh? Huh? JH: Wouldn’t know. While to quite a few cheers Jim taunts to the crowd over his recent attacks slowly Onikage staggers up to his feet. Noticing Jim’s back is turned to him it doesn’t take Onikage long to charge right at O’Brien. In mid-charge Onikage leaps into the air and locks in his legs in a leg scissor fashion around Jim’s waist before locking in a headlock. Caught quite off guard but the new sudden weight on his back Jim O’Brien nearly loses his balance as he stumbles around with his enemy piggy back riding him. JJ like a lightning bolt zooms over to the two and keeps asking Jim if he’s able to continue as Onikage wrenches back. JH: Onikage just locked on a headlock with to add to Jim’s immobility a leg scissors…*Sighs* And JJ seems to actually be doing not bad of a job so far as referee. TM: Was there ever a doubt he wouldn’t be? JH: Yes, by many. TM: Meh, you are all haters any ways. Go back to hating on some one else and leave poor young and sweet hearted JJ out of this. JH: It’s comments like those that get us phone calls from angry parents Thomas. Taking a step back Jim’s eyes start to close a bit showing the effects of the headlock Onikage is relentless with. In an attempt to try and free himself Jim throws clubbing blows to the arms of Onikage right behind his neck. But despite Jim’s wild and poorly aimed attacks JJ’s master keeps his hold tightly on. If any thing the blows seem to cause Onikage to tighten the hold even more so than before. To the shock of the crowd Jim drops down to one knee which causes JJ to ask in an even more panicked or excited (you be the judge) tone if Jim wants to quit now. TM: C’mooooon on bab-ah! Tap like some rapper in a video tapping that ass! JH: You do realize you’re white, right? TM: Only on the outside, only on the outside. JH: Though you were right in a way, this may very well be the end for Jim O’Brien. I hope for all that is good he doesn’t tap but I’m not sure how much longer he can hold out. If he doesn’t submit he might just pass out from this submission hold. The fans clap and cheer trying to rally some strength left in O’Brien’s tank. Slowly as the cheers and claps intensify Jim starts to stir like a mighty giant awaking from his sleep. His hands wandering around in mid-air trying to find some thing to grab onto as JJ’s eyes widen in disbelief. The Monster of TNT stomps his way up to his feet and rushes backward right into the turnbuckle squashing Onikage in between him and the buckle. He walks back out only to reveal Onikage still has the headlock locked in with now his legs dangling behind Jim limply. JH: Jim is on fire and back in this thing ladies and gentlemen! TM: Not quite! Onikage still has the headlock locked in! JH: Yes but now with the leg scissors lock gone I think it’ll make a world of difference to how long Oni can keep that hold locked in for. Like a mountain climber scaling a mountain Onikage tries to push himself back up enough to wrap his legs around Jim’s waist in a vice like grip again. However after a few more steps O’Brien simply drops backwards and plants Onikage right against the canvas. JJ looks around a bit of worry showing on his face but then shrugs and drops to his knees to begin the count. [align=center]1! 2! Thr-No! Foot on the ropes![/align] With quite a bit of effort Onikage manages to pop his leg out from under the 310 pounds that were crushing it against the mat and sets it up on the bottom rope. The special guest referee for this match up notices it right away and signals it was only a two count to the other wrestler. Jim rolls over and grabs Onikage’s leg that was on the rope hooking it for another pin fall attempt. [align=center]1! Tw-Kick out![/align] Second time around Jim’s expression shows much more frustration over not being able to just put Onikage away now. In an eerily calm fashion Jim O’Brien pushes himself up to his feet and grabs Onikage by his long black locks pulling him up to his feet too. With a simple grabbing of Oni’s wrist Jim hurls his opponent right into the other side’s turnbuckle. Onikage hits at high speeds the metal and thin lawyer of cushion back first and bounces off slightly as he gasps in pain. He isn’t left with much time to recover however as Jim like a big steam engine train runs forward and collides with Onikage in the corner with an avalanche body splash. JH: Jim is looking better than ever and it seems like the tide has turned against Onikage once again. TM: Are you blind? Sure he is hitting some high offense but Jim is noticeable reacting and striking slower than he does at 100%. Whether you’d admit it or not that headlock took some out of the Monster of TNT. JH: I think Jim was just getting a tad frustrated with the failed pin fall attempts but now that he is getting back into the groove of things he’ll relax. TM: Some way, some how I’m calling Onikage for the win still. With Onikage stumbling ironically like a drunken man out of the corner once again Jim grabs his wrist and whips him into the ropes. He prepares to slam Onikage down with a power slam but when Onikage rebounds off the ropes back towards Jim it seems he sees it coming and ends up stopping it. Onikage delivers a near picture perfect running pump kick to O’Brien sending him crashing to the ground. It doesn’t take Jim long to rush back up to his feet in a foul mood after the kick as he charges towards Oni. Before Jim can even land a single strike Onikage takes him down in a side headlock takedown and rolls through locking in a side headlock. JH: Once again Onikage kills Jim’s momentum by locking in a headlock, this time rather than the sleeper kind he’s decided to lock in the side variation of the headlock. TM: See? The plan is still in full swing, and you had your doubts about the plan Jonathon. For shame sir, for shame. JH: It seemed like there was a few moments where even you doubted Onikage could recover from Jim’s assault. TM: Bite your tongue, I did no such thing! I always believed in Onikage, always. JH: Even when he was on Slam? TM: Okay not then, but nearly always. Jim using his weight starts to shuffle the two towards the ropes as JJ hurries over to the duo to make sure every thing is peachy. Onikage puts an end to Jim’s goal to reach the ropes when he wrenches back and applies even more pressure to the side headlock. JJ every few seconds keeps asking Jim if he wants to quit and every few seconds then tells Onikage O’Brien said no. Suddenly Jim plants his palms against the canvas and shoves off to the side causing Onikage to go wide eyed as the two roll. Keeping it up Jim continues to roll the two until they come to the set of ropes on the entrance way’s side causing JJ to call for a break up of the submission. TM: What a cheap trick to get out of the submission hold by Jimmy, guess he was too scared he’d submit. JH: Actually I found it quite innovative of Jim to do such a thing. TM: Bah you and your “innovative” stuff. Onikage obeying the referee’s command releases the hold and casually gets back up to his feet while Jim is much quicker to trying to get to his. It is then that Jim attempts to launch a full scale assault on Onikage only for his opponent to back paddle till he hops under the top rope to the floor. JJ tries to tell O’Brien to give Onikage space to get back in the ring but Jim isn’t having any of that as he leaps right under the top rope following Onikage to the outside. This is certainly not what Onikage seemed to have in mind as he looks even with his mask covering most of his face shock, while he tries to create some distance between Jim and him. But he was much too slow to getting started and as such Jim grabs him right by his throat and tosses Onikage right over the Slam announce table! [align=center]1![/align] JH: Jim O’Brien just tossed Onikage like he was a child right into the laps of Chip and Kurt! TM: See? This is why it is good to have your announce table not so close to the ring. JH: No truer words have ever be spoken! [align=center]2![/align] Jim marches right over and shoves Chip out of his chair as he chases after Onikage who is now standing to the side of Kurt. Once he spots Jim nearing him Onikage in a panic hops right over Kurt and starts running for his life. Kurt tries to reason with Jim but O’Brien isn’t listening and much like Chip simply shoves Kurt out of his way as he starts running after Onikage. In only a matter of moments Jim catches up and clubs Onikage on the back of his head with his forearm. Some what dazed from the forearm Onikage staggers right into Jim who tosses him back into the ring. TM: Run! Do some thing Oni! Weasel your way out! JH: I don’t think there is any where for Oni to run and no way for Oni to weasel his way out Thomas. TM: Nooo! Not like this! JH: It looks like Onikage is going to get a crash course in Hard Knocks 101 with professor O’Brien teaching the class. TM: Jim is a high school drop out! He never even went to college! Slowly Onikage gets back up to his feet while JJ tries to stop Jim but the monster isn’t even listening as he tosses a massive haymaker that rocks Onikage. Jim then unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts all at once upon the smaller man. Snatching Onikage by his leather mask Jim runs his thumb across his throat and shouts out “BURNING! HAMMER!” The fans go into frenzy as Jim lifts Onikage up onto his shoulders and sets him up. The Monster of TNT walks around with Onikage on his shoulders for a few seconds to allow each side of the arena to see it. He then drives Onikage skull first into the canvas with the Burning Hammer! [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] JH: What the hell? TM: Huh? What’s going on? The fans grow silent as Jim turns and sees JJ is calling for the bell to be rung and is whispering some thing to the ring announcer. Michael looks over at Jim O’Brien and groans slightly to himself before he announces the results. MA: As a result of a D.Q. your winner of this match…ONIKAGE~! Jim O’Brien’s eyes are set ablaze with a rage as he hops up to his feet and storms right over to JJ cursing him out the entire time as he points at the tiny man. Before Jim even fully reaches him however…darkness falls over the arena… JH: The lights went out! TM: Oh no! Jonathon! I’ve gone blind! I’m dying Jonathon! I’m dying! As my last will and testament tell your mother she was good, she was the best I ever had. JH: Oh stop it! You aren’t dying! The lights return…and a gasp echo through out the arena at the sight in the center of the ring. Hanging from a large black X is Jim O’Brien, his body wrapped in barb wire to the odd structure. A barbwire crown resting on his bleeding head that hangs low. Standing on one side of him is JJ who is obviously happy and on the other side looking in even worse shape than before the lights went out is Onikage. It seems as he kneels that Jim had put up quite the struggle being put into the X. JJ hurries over to Onikage and raises his arm in victory to a series of boos as Onikage shows he has a mic in said hand. Onikage: I told you…*gasps for air* I told you all…Whether win, lose or draw *spits* I would make an impact that would not be too soon forgotten. Onikage chuckles as the fans’ boos intensify even more at the masked man. JJ helps Onikage up to his feet and he walks over to the fallen Jim O’Brien. Onikage: See James you may have beaten me, you may have knocked my head for a loop more than once or twice in this match. But the battle? The war? It’s MINE! It’s not you strapping me to your god forsaken cross; it’s me strapping you to my straight edge X. You want attention so badly and you think so highly of yourself, you take honor in the fact that you’ve competed in hardcore style matches? Well I’ve made you the Jesus Christ of Straight Edge. The only difference between you two? Do you know what it is James? With a grin from ear to ear Onikage leans in close to Jim O’Brien until they are nearly nose to nose. Slowly he brings the micro phone back to his mouth as he almost makes a snake like hiss at Jim. Onikage: The difference is quite simple James, you won’t have a miracle where you are brought back. The Monster of TNT is officially laid to rest it is after all…for his own good that you stay down. Onikage hands over the micro phone to JJ before he slaps the taste right out of Jim’s mouth. “My Enemy” blasts over the P.A. system as JJ and Onikage exit the ring walking up the walk way to the back. The camera focuses in on Jim O’Brien still clung to from the barbwire the X as the EMTs rush out to try and get him free. JH: This is unspeakable what Onikage has done… TM: He told us all ahead of time, so Jim has no body to blame but himself for this. JH: Some thing tells me this isn’t quite as over as Onikage thinks it is… |
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The EMTs carefully cut Jim O’Brien loose from the X and try to help him onto the stretcher as we cut to else where backstage we find our old friend Toby of Bostock loitering around in some non-descript corridor. He clutches his mic in his hand as he waits patiently next to the door of TNT’s entrants into the tag team championship match, the Merchant’s of Menace. He smiles awkwardly at the camera, rocking backward and forward on his feet as waits for something to happen, and thankfully for us, it does. The door swings open and the two Cajun team steps forth, led of course by Remy with Carl bringing up the rear. The two stop in their tracks, a mixture of frustration and surprise on Remy’s face as he looks through Toby. Remy: What are you doing here? Toby: Well I thought I -- April: Katie said you were looking for me, on TNT. Poor Tobes swings round to see the lovely April Lynn standing behind him, her eyes avoiding the young interviewer and focusing directly on the Fighting Spirit Champion. April: And I was looking for you too. Toby: And we all found each other, what a happy coincidence. So -- Remy: Listen, cher, Ah wanted ta talk to ya about tonight’s match. April: Actually that’s kinda why I’m here too. Their words and glances seem to pass through Toby as if he wasn’t even there. But he is there, his head shaking from one side to the other as he eavesdrops on the would-be lovers conversation. Remy: Ah don’t want you out dhere. A moment of silence falls amongst the group as April takes in the request. Her face is pictured surprised, which begins to fade slowly into anger. Toby simply stands there aghast. April: Why not? That Crazy Sam guy’s gonna be there, I think I have the right to reap some revenge on his crazy ass. Remy: It’s…it’s jus’ too dangerous, cher, Ah don’t want you getting hurt. He struggles for the words, pushing them out with what he hopes is a convincing tone, though April seems unwilling to cooperate. April: I can handle myself, Remy. Former ICW champ, remember? Kicked your ass on more then one occasion. And hey, Crusierweight Champion of the world. Remy: Maybe so, but da Knights travel with an entourage, it’s gonna get crowded out dhere. April: Two people is crowded? Remy: Two people makes you outnumbered. Me an’ Carl won’t be able ta protect ya if somet’ing goes down out dhere. We gonna be kinda busy. April folds her arms across her ample chest and stares sternly into Remy’s unyielding eyes. Toby looks on, mesmerized by the soap opera taking place before him. April: Ok, that’s one reason. What’s the other? Remy: Other? April: What’s the real reason you don’t want me out there? Huh, Remy? You know better then anyone in this fed that I can defend myself. Silence descends as Remy tries frantically to search for his reasoning, a certain air of smugness emanating from the former ICW champ as she calls his bluff. He bites his lip and glares into her baby blues. Remy: You got ya own Knight ta be dealing wit’, cher, you don’t need ta be concernin’ ya’self wit ours. Now if you’ll excuse us… He pulls his gaze from hers as he turns and begins to walk off down the corridor. Carl shoots an empathetic glance back at April before turning to follow his compadre, leaving her alone there in the corridor, her eyes glued to Remy’s back, still not quite buying his excuses. Toby: So…er…could I…? She swivels her head to see the little dork stood to her side, almost surprised at his presence. She shakes her head and turns, taking the opposite direction to the Merchants and leaving little Bostock all alone and unloved. Aww. KR: “Our next bout will involve three of Slam!s most exciting young stars and one Slam! veteran in Nightmare!” DV: “This may be one of Nightmare’s only chances to make it back to the top of Slam! and he has the advantage of entering the gauntlet last tonight!” CM: “Nightmare won’t win. His days are up and it is time for someone like Grant Rice to make their mark on Slam!” KR: “I agree and who better to make their mark than Rylee Starr who is already victorious over a former champion in Orion Oldriod.” DV: “Whomever wins this match will have their opportunity to make a mark. Where they decide to make that mark is up to them.” CM: “Only that inflated muscle head Prime would be stupid enough not to choose the FIW World Championship. I think the others all have sense enough to make the right choice.” DV: “Charles Cruz is in the ring right now and ready to get this match underway. It will be Grant Rice and Rylee Starr starting out in this gauntlet from the Land of Opportunity!” Charles Cruz stands in the ring along side the referee for the evening, Mark Jackson. In his hand is the ring microphone and the two wait patiently for the match to open. From the arena P.A. system arises Grant Rice's music. The bass thumps through the arena sound system as we await Grant. [align=center]You Can Hate Me You Can Hate Me Hate The Air That I Breathe Air That I Breathe Cause I'm The Next Thing To Be Next Thing To Be Well I Ain’t You and You Ain’t Me![/align] Grant slowly emerges from the curtains and he is met with a chorus of boo's from the fans before he even has a chance to do anything to provoke them. Grant takes a moment to turn and look at the PPV set before he turns back around to face the crowd. Grant just ignores them as he walks forward before stopping to look out into the crowd. He shakes his head before continuing down the walkway to the ring. CC: “Introducing first in the Land of Opportunity Gauntlet. From Kansas City, Missouri and weighing in at 248 pounds……..GRANT RICE!!!” Grant nears the ring as he glances off into the crowd but pays them no attention before he climbs up there stares and into the ring. Grant takes off his shirt and walks over to the ropes where he goes to throw it into the crowd, but he catches himself and tosses it to the mat below which draws some heat from the crowd. Grant waves them off as he walks to the corner and awaits the start of the match. Charles Cruz: “His opposition is hailing from Fairfield, Connecticut….” The arena lights begin to faint into darkness as the bass in the speakers begin to rumble and it jumps into What You Waiting For?, as a sexy body walks out onto the floor and raises her hands into the air and strobe lights filter the stage as the crowd begins to cheer. [align=center]What you waiting What you waiting What you waiting What you waiting What you waiting for!?[/align] Charles Cruz: “….and weighs in at 137 pounds……she is RYLEE STARR!!!!” Rylee slowly walks towards the ring and she begins to walk down the strobe walkway shaking her hips and her hands in the air in the form of an ‘X’. She makes it to the ring and slides into the ring on her knees as she gets up shaking her head to the beat of the music. Rylee climbs the turnbuckle as she raises her hands again as the song dies down and she watches her opponent as he waits for the match to open in his corner. Mark Jackson moves from corner to corner explaining the rules of the match to each competitor and checks each of them for illegal objects. As he completes his prematch ritual he moves to the center of the ring and points to each competitor and then motions for the bell to start the match. [align=center]DING DING[/align] Grant wastes no time charging across the ring for Rylee who quickly side steps the former NGIW superstar and sends him past her making a quick brake and back pedaling to keep himself on the offensive. Rylee moves her way around the ring sizing up her opponent who watches her closely and begins to calculate another opening in his mind. He then moves in holding up a hand for a test of strength with the much smaller Starr. She looks to the crowd unsure of what to do and raises her hand to his but then in a surprising turn she raises the other and the two competitors interlock fingers and begin the test of strength. KR: “Rylee Starr is one fearless son of a gun!” CM: “Wouldn’t that be daughter of a gun?” DV: “Rylee has shown no fear since her arrival to Slam! She has taken on the likes of Orion Oldriod and beat him. I’m sure her confidence level has to be off the charts!” Grant moves in pressing with all his strength into the lock up causing Rylee to bend at the wrists and slightly at the knees to avoid some of the pressure of her larger opponent and the crowd begin to chant behind her to get her through the situation. [align=center]”RY-LEE!!! RY-LEE!!! RY-LEE!!!”[/align] Almost as if the chanting gave her super powers, Rylee begins to fight back gaining her footing and attempts to gain an advantage over Rice who does not look as if he is about to be defeated in a test of strength to a woman. Just then though Rylee brings her feet off the ground walking up Grant’s body while still holding onto his hands and as she reaches his chest she kicks out with one foot breaking the test of strength. This sends Grant staggering backwards and Rylee flipping backwards in the air and landing on her feet ready for her opponent. Starr then moves in on Grant grabbing him by the arm and dropping down to the mat rolling him through with an arm drag. Back up to her feet she goes as she rolls through continuing to hold onto the arm and quickly drops a leg down over her opponents arm. Again she moves quickly back up to her feet still holding onto Grant’s arm and pulling him back up while twisting his arm so that he is slightly immobilized. DV: “Grant does not look to comfortable. Rylee is really working that arm over.” KR: “She is one smart wrestler. Take out one of the limbs and it reduces your opponents repertoire quite a bit!” Rylee then swings a leg over the shoulder of the bent over Rice straddling his arm and still facing toward his hand. She then drags him in with her as she moves for the ropes and begins to perform a move that is unfamiliar lifting herself off the ground while still straddling Grant’s arm. Though before we get to see the maneuver, Grant changes the momentum turning in mid move and catching her in a reverse Samoan drop type maneuver crushing her face first down to the mat. CM: “That was a beautiful reversal for Rice!” Both Grant and Rylee are down on the mat with Starr holding her face and kicking her feet in agony. Rice holds his arm but is able to get back up to his feet pretty quickly and makes his way to the corner. He then takes a moment to assess the situation in the ring and goes into action moving after Rylee who is beginning to pull herself up from the canvas. Grant then charges forward with a stiff kick into her ribs that sends her rolling back down to the mat now favoring her ribs. Rice moves in again this time grabbing her by the hair and lifting her up to her feet as the crowd boo him loudly. He ignores this and moves to scoop Rylee up and taunts the crowd a little bit before dropping his opponent firmly over his knee with a rib breaker. He then lifts her up again before dropping her down over his knee and a shrill shriek escapes from Starr. Rice then turns her onto her back while still over his knee and begins to apply pressure pushing down on her legs and upper body. CM: “Yeah! Stretch that bitch out Grant! Break her ribs! Show her who her daddy is!” DV: “We are seeing a bit of Grant’s new nasty streak here. I can’t say I disapprove of his methods but they are somewhat questionable.” KR: “Somewhat? This is wrestling….He’s not wrestling her! He’s just taking the opportunity to beat her. Its no wonder Kisha left him!” Mark Jackson moves in to check on Rylee and see if she is interested in giving up but the superstar refuses and continues to struggle to find her way out of the painful stretch hold. She then manages to get her legs free and pulls her body over Grant’s knee so that she moves to hands and knees on the other side of him. Grant then stands up to his feet moving after Rylee but the female opponent moves quickly into a head stand and wraps her feet around his neck and sends him for a ride with a beautiful hurricanrana. KR: “WHOA!!! That was magnificent! A headstand hurricanrana!” Grant goes toppling across the ring and rolls up into a corner where he catches himself and begins to pull himself up. Rylee catches herself on her feet and begins to tumble across the ring at dazed Rice who is just standing up in the corner. After several flips and twists Rylee moves in to plant an elbow to the side of her opponents head but Grant moves out of the way and Starr collides with the turnbuckle kidney first. Rice moves back in quickly grabbing Rylee by the arm and whisks her across the ring toward the opposing turnbuckle and follows after with a massive clothesline that nearly tears off her head in the process. Starr drops down to the mat face first as Grant backs off dusting his hands as if to say that his opponent is light work. The crowd boo and hisses even louder now as Grant determines what punishment he may inflict on his opponent next. He does not take long before moving into action peeling Rylee off the canvas and slapping her about the face as he brings her up to his level. He then hooks his hands under her armpits and quickly lifts her off the ground spinning as he does. CM: “Could this be the Killswytch?” Grant drops down to his knees planting Rylee to the mat with a devastating Sky High powerbomb and then quickly pushes up onto his feet putting Starr into a pinning combination. Mark Jackson is quick to drop to the mat and begin to count the first pinfall of this gauntlet. [align=center]…1 …2 REVERSAL!!!![/align] Out of nowhere Rylee miraculously wraps her legs around Grant’s neck despite the pain she is in and bridges upwards hurling him forward and breaking the pinfall by sending her opponent toppling out of the ropes and to the outside. As Grant rolls across the padded concrete floor outside Rylee moves to her hands and knees into a resting position but does not take long to recover as she does not want to give Grant the same luxury. Rice begins to move to his feet on the outside as Rylee moves to hers as well and is backing away from the ropes and then begins to charge toward them. KR: “She can’t be going for dive to the outside! She’s already been through a lot of punishment.” DV: “She most certainly can and is!” Rylee sprints across the ring and steps up onto the ropes climbing her way to the top and launches herself off at Grant who unsuspectingly looks up to see her flying toward him legs first. Upon connecting with Rice, Rylee wraps her legs around his neck and performs a breath taking hurricanrana sending Rice head first into the ring steps on the outside. KR: “My god! Rylee hit the Headache! on the ring steps!” DV: “I think he’s going to have more than a head ache with that one. Probably like a few stitches too!” Mark Jackson hesitates in the ring on whether to disqualify Rylee or not for the use of the ring steps but he continues to look confused as what to do. The crowd cheers behind Rylee who is getting back to her feet and grabbing the now bloodied Grant up with her. CM: “Come on ref! Disqualify her! She used those steps as a weapon!” Jackson decides to let the use of the steps go and motions to the time keeper that the match will continue as Rylee rolls Grant into the ring. She follows after moving to her feet and grabbing Rice up with her and quickly goes to whip him into the ropes. Though to her surprise and everyone else’s he manages to reverse the whip and send Rylee to the ropes instead. CM: “What’s he doing out here?” Suddenly the camera shot turns from the match at hand and focus on Prime who is moving along ringside quickly. KR: “He is the next scheduled entrant but the first round of the gauntlet does not have a finish yet. We need some officials to get him out of here!” Mark Jackson turns his attention from the match and begins to advise Prime to leave the ringside area. Though the massive opponent does not listen and moves to the time keeper desk grabbing a chair and moving toward the ring. In the ring Grant has caught Rylee in a side walk slam and is twirling her around to drop her when Prime jumps up on the ring apron shoving Mark Jackson aside. He then steps over the ropes and swings the chair firmly connecting it with the top of Grant’s head. DV: “Holy Shit!” Jackson quickly calls for the bell and moves to the ropes where he tells his ruling to Charles Cruz on the outside. KR: “I sure as heck hope that he’s disqualifying Prime from this Land of Opportunity Gauntlet.” After a brief discussion Charles pulls the ring mic up to his lips and begins to make the official decision. Charles Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen. Official, Mark Jackson has advised me that due to Prime’s outside interference toward Grant Rice…..Rylee Starr has been disqualified and the gauntlet will move on with Prime facing Grant Rice!” KR: “What the hell kind of call was that!” CM: “The smart one!” DV: “He had no choice, Kurt. The rule book states that if outside interference of any kind is used in a match. The person affected by the interference would be declared the winner. Therefore Grant Rice is advancing and Rylee Starr is eliminated.” KR: “That is a bunch of crap!” In the ring Rylee is back on her feet and attempting to charge Prime but Mark Jackson stands in her way and escorts her from the ring as Prime tosses the chair aside smiling at her and then drops down over Grant who is even bloodier and out on the mat. He hooks the leg for what seems to be an easy pinfall. After getting Rylee removed from the match Mark turns around seeing Prime draped over Grant and quickly drops to begin the count. [align=center]…1 …2 …2.999999999 FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!![/align] Much to the frustration of Prime, Grant manages to get his foot on the ropes at the last second and Mark Jackson calls the pinfall off. Prime then lifts Grant off the ropes and promptly hurls him into the nearby corner and follows after with a massive elbow to the jaw. He steps out from the corner and Grant staggers groggily out after allowing Prime the opportunity to wrap his massive hands around his waist and hook him up and over with a belly to belly suplex. Grant’s body crashes hard to the mat and he moves into the sitting position arching his back in agony as Prime moves back to his feet and moves in stalking his opponent. From behind Prime drops a knee into the back of Grant and then hooks his massive arms around either side of Rice’s head and hook his hands in front of his face. Thus locking in Prime’s rear head vice and he then begins to effortlessly perform preacher curls as Grant screams in pain. After several moments of torture with the rear head vice, Prime drops Grant back down to the mat and looks down at his arms that have his opponent’s blood all over them. He then moves over to Mark Jackson who has his back turned to him tending to Grant and seeing if he is still able to fight. The big man then wipes his arms on the back of the officials shirt and then steps past him grabbing Grant up from the canvas yet again. KR: “I don’t think Grant Rice stands a chance in the rest of this match up. In fact I think that Prime is just toying with him before finishing him off!” DV: “That is what it appears he is doing. Getting a cheap thrill before moving to his next opponent.” Prime then hurls Grant by the arm into the ropes and then crouches down at the mid section waiting his opponents return as he prepares for a spine buster. As Grant rebounds Prime charges forwards with his arms spread wide preparing to wrap them around the waist of his opponent. Though to dismay, Grant places both hands on his head sending him underneath his legs as he leap frogs over the big man. Grant then lands on his feet on the mat and pulls his momentum to a halt and spins himself around. Prime turns around straight into Grant who moves in hooking his arms around Prime and hoists him into the air with a spine buster of his own. He drives the genetic freak into the mat with viciously back first and then flops backwards as both men lay out on the mat. Grant from the grueling events he’s already been through and Prime from that surprise spine buster. CM: “Rice showed right there why he could very well be the winner of this gauntlet!” KR: “Indeed he did! Even I have to say that was quite impressive!” DV: “Where did that burst of strength come from?” Grant slowly rolls himself toward Prime and drapes an arm over his bulked up chest. Mark Jackson gets down to his hands and knees and begins to count. [align=center]…1 …1.999999999 SHOULDER UP!!!![/align] As Prime throws his shoulder up breaking the pinfall, Grant seizes the opportunity to roll out of the ring and take a moment for himself to regroup. Mark Jackson moves to the ropes and warns Grant to get back into the ring or he’ll have to count him out as Prime moves to his hands and knees in the ring trying to shake off the cobwebs. Grant begins to walk around the ring ignoring Jackson’s warnings and takes in some very deep breathes so that he can regain his wind and focus on the match. He then begins to wipe the blood from his eyes as he is counted out from the ring. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4…[/align] Prime pushes up to his feet and stretches out the pain in his back and looks about for Rice who is on the outside of the ring. Once he gets him in his sights he moves over to the ropes and leans out at Grant swooping his massive arm down at him only for Grant to duck out of the way and step back. [align=center]5… 6… 7…[/align] The bloodied opponent then grabs hold of Prime’s boot trying to trip him up but the big man does not falter and reaches down grabbing Grant by the head and pulls him up to the ring apron. Though Grant gives the assist hopping up onto the apron and grabbing around the massive neck of Prime and dropping down to his knees stun gunning his opponent over the top rope. Grant then bounds back up to his feet as Prime staggers backwards and hops over the top ropes quickly. He then swings in from behind Prime hooking his arms around his waist and hoisting his girth off the mat and driving him backwards with a huge release german suplex. Grant then rolls back up to his feet and measures up Prime who is laying prone on the canvas face up. He then moves for the turnbuckles scaling them until he is at the top though while he has his back turned Prime groggily moves up to his feet and spots Grant climbing the turnbuckles. CM: “Watch out Grant!” KR: “Prime is a monster!” DV: “Don’t think he hasn’t taken his fair share of damage though.” Grant turns and leaps without noticing that Prime is on his feet and the Kansas City native is caught in mid air. Prime holds him up by his legs and back but quickly moves tossing Grant up slightly and grabbing him around the throat and hoisting him with ease up onto his shoulders. He then crosses his arms like an ‘X’ over his opponents chest signaling for the end all. KR: “THE AUTHORITY BOMB!!!!” CM: “Punch him in the face, Grant!” DV: “With AUTHORITY!” Prime then drives downward with both forearms as he drops to his knees performing his powerbomb finisher. Grant’s body makes a sickening thud against the mat and the crowd let out a ’OOOOOOHHHHHH’ to recognize how painful that must have been. Though this does not appear to be over as Prime moves back to his feet and grabs Grant by the throat again and lifts him off the mat and up onto his shoulders again. Again he crosses his forearms over the chest of Rice and prepares for another Authority Bomb. KR: “This rivalry has become so bitter that Prime feels that Grant deserves not one but two Authority Bomb’s” CM: “He’s trying to kill him! Get security in there!” DV: “Yeah like Grant doesn’t have this coming to him!” Then again with great fury Prime plunges down toward the mat crushing his opponent with another Authority Bomb as the crowd cheer him on. This time he rolls over Grant and places all his weight on the shoulders as Mark Jackson drops for the cover. [align=center]…1 …2 …3[/align] Prime pulls himself off of Grant by sitting up and smiling for the crowd. He is now breathing heavily as Jackson motions that Rice is eliminated. Charles Cruz: “Grant Rice has been eliminated from the Land of Opportunity Gauntlet. Prime will now advance against the final compet……” Charles is cut off as the most familiar must of the final competitor cues in. The lights cut suddenly as "mOBSCENE" crashes over the PA making the crowd leap to their feet, and the fans strain to get a good look at the entrance. All of a sudden, the heavy riff kicks in and... [align=center]We are the things and shapes to come Your freedom's not free of dumb This depression is great The defamation age They'll know my name Waltz into scum, and base a marriage of the pain[/align] Charles Cruz: “The final competitor in the Land of Opportunity Gauntlet is from Portland, Oregon and is weighing in at 275 pounds…..He is the ‘Prince of Pain’ and is being accompanied by Tommy King and Orchid…….NIGHTMARE!!!!” An HBK style wall of purple sparks fires repeat-style from the top of the Tron and from the entranceway, as the entire stage and ramp is now covered in swirling purple fog. Nightmare bursts through the smoke to a huge response with his manager Orchid and partner Tommy King in tow, looking around the capacity crowd with a proud smile on his face, then he stops in the middle of the entranceway and begins to warm up a la Brock Lesnar. [align=center]Pain- they want it Pain- they want it Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain[/align] After about three or four reps, Nightmare makes his way down to the ring tagging hands as he goes, with Orchid and Tommy following close behind. Night then grabs a hold of the top rope and hauls himself onto the apron, ducking into the ring, heading to one corner and bounding up onto it to greet the crowd with a cross-devil horn taunt, as Orchid enters the ring from the other side. [align=center]You came to see the mobscene I know it isn't your scene It's better than a sex scene And it's so fucking obscene Obscene, yeah[/align] Nightmare then comes to the center of the ring and relieves himself of his trench coat, kneeling down onto one knee and bringing his huge arms up in an intimidating flex as all the lights focused on the ring fade except for one dark purple one, presenting the Prince in a ghoulish light. Once Orchid stands above him and pops off a sexy pose, that sparks four purple spark fountains to spray up from the ring posts, leaving the crowd awed. Nightmare then stands up, scooping the coat up and handing that to Orchid, Nightmare finally leans up against the turnbuckle after testing the ropes once waiting for the match to begin, while Orchid stands behind him on the apron, massaging his shoulders and whispering instructions into his ear. On the other side Tommy offers some words of encouragement before hopping down to the arena floor. KR: “Nightmare is nice and fresh coming into the gauntlet. I can feel that this will be his big break at getting back into the World Title scene!” CM: “Kurt you should really quit sucking Nightmare’s dick. He’s filling your head full of crap again!” DV: “Well, well, well….What is this we have here?” Just as Dean poses the question a figure appears through the audience and it does not take long before we realize that it is Hutch and he is carrying another bag of popcorn and is making his way toward an empty seat in the front row. He takes his seat and kicks his feet up on the guard railing and watches on somberly as Prime charges in to attack Nightmare before he can completely get himself in the ring. DV: “Hutch is here to watch and Prime is getting this thing under way.” KR: “Looks as though we have another on looker!” CM: “It’s the King of Slam! every body bow down for him. Hurry or he’ll have us put in the guillotine.” The other two announcers do not follow Chip who gets down on his knee and bows to the self proclaimed King of Slam! who is looking as ridiculous as ever in his crown and robe and making his way out from the staff entrance just to the right of the ring. He has several security guards with him as he moves in to get a good look at the action as Prime nails Nightmare with a double axe handle and then drags him into the ring as the action gets underway in the ring. Hutch and Matt Impact watch on with great interest as the final round of the gauntlet begins to move at a quick pace. Nightmare is the one that picks up that pace as he begins to battle at him with massive fists. He alternates back and forth with lefts and rights as he moves Prime back into the ropes and nails him with a hard chop to the chest before riffling him off toward the opposing ropes. Prime moves at full speed toward the ropes and then rebounds off toward Nightmare who is awaiting him and lifts his tree like trunk of a leg and goes for a big boot. Prime ducks under and runs to the ropes again. As he rebounds he charges forward nailing Nightmare with a huge shoulder block but the former World champion stands his ground and neither men budge. Prime rears back heading for the ropes again and so does Nightmare as both men prepare for their own shoulder block. This time both men collide again and neither budges again and they stare down momentarily. Though they are interrupted as a shrill shriek is heard from the crowd and the cameras attention is turned. [align=center]”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”[/align] Cameras pan up into the crowd and reveal Sean Madrox making his way into a large group of female ‘cats’ and is mobbed by them. He makes his way to the front of the pack of women and watches on to the match as security moves in to get the women to quit pulling at his clothing so that he can watch every minute of the action in the ring. DV: “Looks as though all the challengers for tonight’s World title main event are coming out to scope their possible future opposition.” KR: “And we still don't know about Jack Manson's status!” Nightmare and Prime begin to battle it out with fists in the ring. [align=center]RIGHT BY NIGHTMARE! LEFT BY PRIME! LEFT BY NIGHTMARE RIGHT BY PRIME![/align] Prime winds up for a huge blow but Nightmare ducks through and sends Prime spinning around in circles as he turns in and charges his opponent with a massive clothesline that takes him off his feet and to the canvas. Prime moves back toward his feet but is caught with another huge clothesline and this time the former World champ moves to pull him up before he can get to his feet on his own. He then moves him back into a nearby corner and drives a foot up into his opponents throat choking away at him. Mark Jackson moves in and begins to DQ count on Nightmare as he pushes the massive boot into his opponents throat. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4…[/align] Nightmare follows the orders of the official just before the end of the DQ count and releases the choke hold with his boot. He then grabs Prime by the arm and pulls him out of the corner as if he is going to whip him but instead ducks down and catches him with a short arm back body drop to the canvas behind him. KR: “Nightmare has a fire in his belly! He wants to be the FIW World Champion again!” The Prince of Pain then turns around and drops a huge leg over the chest of his opponent before lifting him back up to the mat again with him and hooking in an arm around Prime’s neck. He then hooks his opponents arm over his neck and snaps backwards with a hard hitting suplex. Nightmare then rolls over the top of his opponent trying to pick up a quick pinfall and Mark Jackson moves in for the count. [align=center]…1 …2 SHOULDER UP AT TWO!!![/align] Nightmare does not let this early kick out effect him and grabs Prime up by the back of his neck and pulls the dazed opponent back up to his feet as he prepares for his next offensive maneuver. He then reaches down grabbing between Prime’s legs and placing his other hand in his chest preparing for a gorilla press. CM: “He’s touching Prime’s package! I knew there was a reason Nightmare always surrounded himself with women.” DV: “That makes no sense.” CM: “Yes it does! He’s a closet queer!” KR: “Alright now child! He’s performing a move….not trying to get a cheap feel of Prime’s bean bags.” Nightmare begins to hoist Prime up over his head but the opponent manages to writhe free and slip down behind the Prince of Pain. Nightmare turns around to find him and finds himself victim of a belly to belly suplex as Prime wastes no time and hooks his arms around his chest and hurls him over his head and to the canvas with a huge thud. Nightmare hits tail bone first and rolls up to his knees in pain and hobbles forward on his knees toward the nearby corner holding his lower back. Prime now moves after him in the corner but Nightmare quickly rises with a huge right hand into the midsection of his opponent that causes him to double over. The Prince of Pain then moves to his feet driving a hard knee into Prime’s face that causes him to reel backwards toward the ropes. Nightmare then charges forward and blasts Prime with a huge clothesline that sends him toppling over the top ropes and to the floor below. Nightmare then raises his hand and the crowd cheers behind him as he gains the advantage in the match up. Nightmare turns his attention back to Prime who is on the outside and is being counted out by Jackson. KR: “I think Nightmare is minutes away from sending this one home and turning his sights on his Slam! Grand Slam!” Nightmare moves to the outside and grabs Prime from behind and quickly enters him back into the ring and follows after. Once both are in the ring Nightmare lifts Prime up and sends him across the ring to the turnbuckle and follows after sprinting the full length of the ring and leaping into the air with the shades of Sting with a huge corner splash. He then makes it down to his feet and runs to the ropes as Prime staggers out. As he rebounds back from the ropes he burst out of no where with a running STO and plants Prime to the mat face first. KR: “END OF DAYS!!!” DV: “Nightmare is looking really good right here!” CM: *grumbles* Nightmare then stands back up to his feet and signals for the Cataclysm and the fans in attendance go crazy. Suddenly from backstage a very beautiful blonde comes running down the aisle as Nightmare moves in over Prime and makes her way around ringside toward Tommy and Orchid. DV: “That is Sam Parker. Joseph Lemieux’s girlfriend.” KR: “What is she doing out here?” Orchid steps in the way of Sam who tries to dodge around her but Orchid stands tall making sure that Sam knows she has no business out here. Then suddenly Sam blasts out with a huge slap to Orchid that knocks her backwards to her ass on the floor. Tommy goes to interject grabbing Sam by the arm but is caught off guard as Orion Oldriod and Tony Stark hop over the railing and begin beating on him. That is when Parker moves into action hopping up on the apron to distract Mark Jackson as he tries to figure out what is going on at ringside. As Samantha Parker has Jackson distracted Nightmare begins to set up Prime for the pump-handle tombstone and does not see what is happening because his back is turned to the announce booth side of the ring. KR: “Turn around Night! TURN AROUND!” Suddenly from the backstage Joseph Lemieux comes running down the aisle blazing past Orion and Tony who have subdued Tommy King and slides under the ropes into the ring. Nightmare sees the imposter entering the ring and tosses Prime aside and focuses his attention on the French Canadian. As Joseph gets to his feet he is met with a hard right hand by the former champion. He is then lifted off the canvas and hurled to the ropes as Nightmare awaits him in the middle of the ring for a big boot. Sam continues to hold the refs attention by keeping him focused on her breasts. Then as Joseph returns he leaps into the air and over Nightmare as if he is going for a sunset flip but instead latches onto the competitors back. Then in a sunset flip type fashion flips over causing Nightmare to come with and connect head first into the mat with the Baiser De La Mort. KR: “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Nightmare is completely out in the center of the ring as Joseph picks himself up off the canvas with a large smile on his face due to his dirty work and then quickly pulls Prime on top of the Prince of Pain. He then quickly slips out of the ring and heads up through the crowd as Orion and Stark quickly follow after. Samantha quickly drops down from the apron and kicks Orchid while she is down to be sure she stays down and Mark Jackson turns back to the match with a large grin on his face from staring at the beautiful blondes bosoms. He then realizes that Prime has the pinfall and drops down for the count. KR: “Come on it can’t happen this way. I can’t believe all those wrestlers just sat by as Nightmare and company were attacked.” CM: “They’ve got their own match to worry about later this evening.” KR: “Can nobody show compassion for the Prince of Pain?” DV: “Doesn’t look like it, Kurt. Part of being the nicest guy around the fed. It often leaves you with the biggest target on your back.” Jackson begins to slap his hand down to the mat for the count as Prime just begins to gain some recognition of what is going on and inches himself over Nightmare a bit more for the cover. [align=center]…1 …2 …3[/align] Jackson promptly calls for the bell as he finishes his count and Charles Cruz stands to his feet to make the official ruling. Charles Cruz: “Here is your winner of the Land of Opportunity Gauntlet….PRIME!!!” Fans boo loudly..not at Prime but at the fact that Nightmare was screwed out a rightful victory at the hands of Lemieux and company. All the competitors in the fatal four main event take note of who wins the match and each go their own way as Orchid and Tommy King finally make it into the ring to check on Nightmare who is still out from Lemieux’s finisher. The camera cuts to footage which in the top right hand corner reads “Recorded Earlier”. Walking through a backstage hall way is Extreme Ninja #2 who looks body language-wise quite upset. As he turns the corner Extreme Ninja #3 is waiting for him but EN #2 doesn’t stop to chat. Quickly Extreme Ninja #3 tries to keep up with his counter part down the hall way. Extreme Ninja #3’s Notepad Reads: Wait! Hold up! Spinning on his heels Extreme Ninja #2 turns to face the other Extreme Ninja and scribbles on his sign before shoving it into EN #3’s masked face. Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: Leave me alone~! With the Extreme Ninja #2 spins back around on his heels and storms down the hall way once again. The third Ninja however isn’t giving up his quest to talk to his fellow Ninja quite so easily. In an attempt to keep up Extreme Ninja #3 begins to hop much like a bunny to keep up. Extreme Ninja #3’s Notepad Reads: Okay! So you lost! It’s not that big of a deal! After all it was only your first title shot! You’ll get more down the line! Sadly Extreme Ninja #3’s writing falls on blind eyes as Extreme Ninja #2 opens the door to his locker room and slams it shut behind him. He makes sure to lock it to keep out any stray Extreme Ninjas. However this doesn’t stop a camera that was laying in wait from continuing to record the Ninja. In frustration he flips on only the over head light that shines down a single spot of light in the dark locker room. Storming past the camera in a fit of anger Ninja rips off the upper half of his gear pulling off his mask as well in the process. But to all those curious of his face are sadly disappointed as his back is turned to the back. Suddenly in mid-walk Ninja stops just at the right moment for the light to cast down on his back and locks. He tilts his head to the side slightly and bends over and picks some thing up. Slowly he stands back up with a business card in his hand; the camera zooms in on it. Rather than normal business information it looks like some one has scribbled on it with marker. Card: Tough luck about tonight but do not get too down on yourself, you just need the right motivation. The type that I can provide you with the offer I have for you. I’ll see you some time before the next TNT, till then live long and prosper. – SS Extreme Ninja #2 flips over the card a few times and reads over the words his body showing what we can only assume is puzzlement on his face before the camera cuts else where... KR: FIW has two vacancies for tag team champions. The applicants have been whittled down to two teams, and it’s time for the final interview. TM: Unfortunately, I’ve been lumped with some fat Texan for this match. Schultz must hate me. KR: Why not? Everyone else does. TM: Quiet chubby! The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by The Prodigy. [align=center]Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jumps in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come two thrones being carried by traditionally dressed Indian men. The crowd starts to boo. The Tron shows highlights from the careers of Maj Tahal and Prince Kashmir. Just then, the smoke clears, and sitting in their thrones are Maj Tahal and Kashmir, both wearing a traditional Indian robe, behind them come Crazy Sam and General Kumar Singh. They all have their cocky grins on. They stay there as Kashmir and Maj stand up and look out from their thrones, Maj raising his arms and looking up toward Allah. They then sit down and the Indian men carry them down to ringside, followed by the other members of BISTO. TM: That’s not fair, they get two managers at ringside? MoM has no one! KR: Oh quit yer bellyaching. And what kinda name is MoM anyhow? Where’s Pop? HA! TM: I miss Hitchen already. CC: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!! Making their way to the ring, representing Slam!, at a combined weight of 463lbs, being accompanied by members of BISTO, they are Prince Kashmir and Maj Tahal, the Arabian Knights! BISTO grin as they continue down to ringside. As they get to the front of the ring, they stop, Maj and Kashmir jump down from the thrones, which have been lowered to about 4 feet off the ground, the Indian men then take the thrones back up the entrance way and backstage. The General whispers some words of wisdom into the ears of Maj Tahal. Once fully pumped and kissed, the Arabian Knights both slide into the ring. They both go to the two far turnbuckles, and climb them. Maj Tahal starts shouting things to the crowd in his mother tongue, Hindi, while Prince Kashmir just stands cockily on the turnbuckle, looking out. The two finally get down, and go towards their corner for the match. They then use the ropes to warm themselves up, waiting for the match to commence. KR: Now let me get this straight, I don’t appreciate these Arabian fellas, but dammit if they ain’t a solid tag team. Bring the gold home boys. TM: They’ll bring it home alright, bring it home for TNT! KR: …That doesn’t make sense. TM: Shut up! "Shatter" tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT's Cajun sensations, The Merchants of Menace. Both appear as shadows silhouetted against the entrance, one slim and athletic, one gigantic and broad. [align=center]“Coming around my senses torn Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed As long as you see it as long as you know As long as you fake it nobody knows”[/align] Both men step out onto the floor and take to walking, Remy smiling that cokcy smile as he glances about the arena, Carl focused on the ring with his usual calm stoicism. As they reach for the ring the smaller of the two climbs onto the apron and rolls through the ropes before darting to a far corner, ascending the turnbuckle and throwing his arms out to the crowd. Mr Lucas on the other hand takes his time. Taking the steps to the ring and stepping over the top rope. KR: Now these boys are impressive, ‘specially that big fella, look at him there. His power versus the Knights speed, gonna be interesting. TM: Damn right. Carl’s gonna squash your boys into paste. [align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] Remy drops down, having absorbed enough love for one night, and joins his partner in the middle of the ring where both remove their straps and hand them to the referee in preparation for the upcoming battle. MA: And their opponents, from New Orleans, Louisiana, at a combined weight of 530lbs, they are representing TEE EN TEEEEEEAAHHH!!! Remy Barteaux, Carl Lucas, THE MERCHANTS OF MEEEEEENAAAAAACE!!! Both teams take to their respective corners, glaring at each other from across the ring as Richard Kelly takes the vacant tag straps and holds them aloft for all the arena to see. KR: There they are boys, come and get ‘em. Kelly passes them off to a ring monkey and moves to call both parties into the centre of the ring, but he finds himself interrupted as music cuts through the buzzing of the crowd. KR: What the…? 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, much to the shock and surprise of Remy Barteaux. TM: He told her to stay away, what the hell’s she doing here? KR: In my experience, you don’t tell a woman like that anything. She does whatever the hell she pleases. Remy pushes past the ref and makes for the ropes, leaning over the top cable as he tries in vain to urge April to leave ringside. She, of course, declines. She crosses her arms and shakes her head, the camera mics picking up something about her having a right to be here, that she’s been hurt by the Knights too. KR: If ya ask me… TM: DIDN’T! KR: …girl’s got every right to be out here. Remy sighs with frustration as he pleads with Ms Lynn to head backstage, but her resolve is resolute, her face a picture of anger as she casts her eyes on the Arabian Knights, and with his attention elsewhere, the Ragin’ Cajun is helpless to defend himself as the Knights charge him from behind! TM: HEY! Freakin’ women. April has no time to warn the FSC as both the Knights plough into his back with matching forearms. They spin him around and begin to batter him with a flurry of arms and elbows. Kelly is up in their faces but seems more concerned with keeping April from trying to intervene as she clambers up onto the apron. Remy tries to cover his face but to no avail as the flurry keeps coming…until Carl interjects himself. Two giant, black hands grab the Knights around the backs of their necks and whip them backwards, sending them crashing into the canvas and freeing the smaller Cajun from his beating. TM: HA! That’s what you get! Before the Knights can regroup and launch another attack, Kelly darts between the two teams and orders them back to their corners. They comply, but keep wary eyes on each other. KR: Well, this thing ain’t even officially started and it’s kicking off already. TM: No thanks to your boys and their cheating ways. KR: Ain’t your boys crooks? TM: …Shut up. DING, DING!! The bell is rung and the match is officially underway. Remy shakes his cobwebs loose as Carl steps out onto the apron, while across the ring Maj looks set to start things for the Knights. The legal men begin to circle as April glares through the ring and straight into the crazy eyes of Sam the bodyguard, whose reply of a wink only serves to anger her more. KR: If we’re not careful, we could have a match going on outside the ring as well. TM: I think April deserves a little payback for what Sam did to her, an eye for an eye and all that. Within the ring, Maj darts forward and looks to take Remy’s leg out from under him, but the Cajun leaps back out of reach. They circle a bit more before Maj tries for the other leg, garnering the same result as Remy deftly hops back. Tahal decides to switch it up by throwing a kick toward Remy’s ribs, but he catches! But Maj swings his free leg toward Barteaux’s skull looking for an Enziguiri -- But Remy ducks and the Arabian Knight finds himself in a very precarious position as his leg sails over Remy’s head. The Cajun thief sets him into a Wheelbarrow like hold and swings him up and over with a Sup -- No! Maj catches his head and tries to drag him back down with a Bulldog, but Remy pushes him forward! The Knight hits canvas and rolls to a knee as Remy staggers backwards into a defensive stance. KR: Great back and forth so far. These guys seem so evenly matched. TM: You wait till big Carl gets in there. They’ll be no flippy floppy crap then, just a plain old ass whoopin’. As Remy backs up he finds himself clipped round the back of the head by the Prince. He spins round to confront his attacker, only to find himself lead directly into a set play as Maj barges him into the Knight’s corner. He softens him up with a flurry of forearm shots as Kashmir holds his hands up in innocence for the ref to see, leaving Maj to step up off the middle rope and land an impressive kick to side of Remy’s head! KR: Nice shot by the Knights. Come on boys! With the Cajun sufficiently dazed, Maj takes him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. He rebounds off the ropes and gets drilled into the white with a fearsome… KR: SPEAR!!! The wind is well and truly knocked from Remy’s system as he gazed up at the lighting rigs, and Maj takes the opportunity to take to his feet and throw his arms out for the crowd, awaiting their adulation. Obviously, he gets none. TM: Whaddya want, a medal? Maj seems perturbed by the lack of respect, but carries on none the less as he reaches down and peels his prey off the canvas. He slaps a hand across Remy’s face before burying a knee into his gut and doubling the TNTer over. He weaves his own arm through his legs and sets him up, pumphandle style, before heaving him up onto his shoulder and -- No! Remy wriggles loose and drops down Maj’s back, grabbing his head on the way and dropping his cranium into the canvas with a Reverse DDT! TM: Whoo! That’s what I’m talking about! Remy rolls off and sits up, taking a few moments to catch his bearing before staggering to his feet. He turns to see Maj rolling onto his stomach, pushing himself up to all fours and quickly steps up onto his back to perform a quick… TM: REMY-SAUUULT!!! …that squashes Maj back into the canvas! The FS-Champ rolls away and once again takes to his feet, shoving Maj’s head disrespectfully with his boot before reaching down and hauling him up to his feet. He sends a knee into the Slammer’s face that bolts him upright and groggies him up just enough for Remy to hit the ropes and come spinning back with a Spinning Wheel Kick that cracks off Maj’s nose and drops him back to canvas town! TM: TNT’s in control now, cowboy, better get used to it. KR: Oh I wouldn’t count your chickens yet, Moore. TM: You country folk and your barnyard metaphors. Remy takes to his feet and shares a few choice, French insults with the non-legal Prince on the apron, taunting him almost. But Kasmir knows better then to let the opposition get to him in such a way, especially when your partner is rising back to his feet behind him. Remy turns round…right into a Dropkick from Maj that floors the Cajun! He crashes onto his back and Maj runs in, flips up and drops a Standing Moonsault onto Remy’s chest! KR: Anything you can do, Moore. TM: Shut it ya JR-wannabe. KR: Oh, sorry King. TM: Hey! Maj reaches down and drags Remy back to his feet, but the Cajun fires a straight right hand right into Maj’s nose that sends the Slammer staggering back! Remy takes the time to shake his sense back into place, before turning to his corner and slapping one giant, black hand. TM: HA! Remy and Maj may be evenly matched, but your so called Knight ain’t felling this giant. Maj’s eyes un-blur…just in time to see the massive Carl Lucas step over the top and rope and cast his imposing shadow over the proceedings. KR: This could be…interesting. Maj is hesitant at first but eventually charges in, springing himself off the ropes behind him and launching a forearm shot right to the jaw of the big man. Carl seems unaffected. Tahal is unperturbed though as he hits the ropes once more, barrelling back into Carl with a Spinning Wheel Kick that…doesn’t really have any affect at all. He looks around, almost running out of ideas, before running the ropes again, but this time Carl throws an arm out and Maj has to duck the clothesline attempt. He hits the opposite set of ropes and leaps I into the air as Carl spins round, landing his kneed on the Cajun’s chest and perching himself there while he fires right fists into Carl’s massive head! KR: Nice move from the Slammer! TM: Yeah, that’ll work. Carl is rocked but manages to get his hands up and not only block the incoming flurry, but push Maj off and propel him halfway across the ring! He slams into the canvas back first and Carl takes a moment to shake off the cobwebs before advancing, but something outside the ring catches his eye. TM: Hey, what’s that idiot doing? Crazy Sam is circling the ring on the outside, waving his hands and shouting at Carl to draw his attention. He gets nothing but a curious gaze from the big man, until he puts his hands on April Lynn. TM: Hey! Get your filthy mitts off her! |
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He jumps her from behind and clutches his arms around her, pulling her kicking and screaming off the ground as Carl moves toward the ropes. Behind him, Kashmir enters the ring and bolts across to the opposite corner, shoving Remy from his perch before he can drop down and help April, before turning his attention to the big guy. Richard Kelly is too busy seeing to the business outside to notice both the Knights regrouping. They hit the ropes on the far side of the ring and rush Carl’s back, both hitting low dropkicks to the big fella’s knees and taking him crashing down into the mat! TM: That’s not fair! Ref! KR: Normally I wouldn’t condone such behaviour, but with so much at stake and with the Knights at a size disadvantage… With the big guy on the canvas, both Knights take to kicking the crap outta him. They stomp his chest, his ribs, his head until he manages to roll over onto his stomach. He pushes himself up, only to take two boots to his gut. The Knights hook him up, and drop his head into the canvas! KR: DOUBLE DEE DEE TEEEEEE! Outside the ring, Remy is slowly getting to his feet, shaking away the cartoon birdies and remembering what he was about to do. He glances up at April, still in Sam’s crazy clutches and moves to help, only, he doesn’t have to. April drives a foot back into one of Sam’s knees that causes him to relinquish his grasp on the Cruiserweight champ and sends the bodyguard hopping backwards in pain. April spins around to face him and moves in, sliding her body up close to his and giving him a warm and happy feeling in his pants, until that is she raises a STIFF knee into his crotch! TM: Oooh, that’s never good. He doubles over, eyes watering in pain as she hooks him up and drives him face first into the (un)protective mats with the… TM: LYNNCH-PIIIIIN!!! April, satisfied with her work turns back to check on Remy, only to have her hair yanked back by the General! She struggles to free herself from his grip but needn’t bother as Remy’s boot comes flying in and cracks off the side of Singh’s head! TM: MOB HIT! So much for BISTO! HA! With the chaos outside subsiding and Remy and April checking on each other, Richard Kelly turns his attention back to the in-ring action. Carl is whipping Maj across the ring but fails to take advantage as the Prince comes flying off the top turnbuckle with a missile dropkick right to his jaw that sends him staggering back into a far corner. Kelly persuades Kashmir to exit the ring and re-take his position on the apron, only for Maj to tag him back in two seconds later. The Prince sizes up his opponent briefly before charging in and cracking his boot off the TNTer’s jaw line! KR: KESAAAAARIIIIII!!! Carl looks dazed as he stagger forward, and drops face first to the canvas with an almighty thud! Kashmir tries his best to push the big guy over onto his shoulders but can’t quite get him to roll, until Maj runs in to lend a helping hand. Together they get him over onto his back and give a brief nod to each other, before both taking off for the same set of ropes, leaping onto the second cable and flipping backwards with a… KR: DOUBLE LIONSAAAAAULT!!! Both men crash into Carl’s chest and as Maj rolls out of bounds, Kashmir makes the pin! [align=center]One! Two! NO!![/align] Carl gets a massive shoulder up and the Prince rolls to the side. KR: Close one there. One more second and the gold was coming home to Slam. TM: Close my finely sculpted ass! That was no where near a three. Carl rolls back onto his stomach and begins to push himself up, but Maj has other ideas. He grabs a nearby steal chair and slides it into the ring behind the ref, before sliding himself in and making a beeline for Carl! TM: What’s he doing? Is that a chair? He starts firing the boots into the big man as he slowly rises to his knees, but Kelly is quick to get in Maj’s face in an attempt to evict him from the ring…which is exactly what he wanted. Kashmir scoops up the chair and, with Richard being suitably distracted, CRACKS it over the kneeling Carl’s head! TM: NOOO! Turn round you stupid ref! How could you not hear that!? KR: It’d be a damn shame if Slam won the titles in such a dishonest way. The Prince looks mighty pleased with his handiwork, and looks to add another dent to Carl’s smooth and shiny bonce, but his plans will have to wait as he catches a glimpse of Remy charging into the ring in his peripheral vision. The FSC raises his boot right into the temple of -- No! Kashmir scouts the Mob Hit and dodges out of the way, putting him in the perfect position to SMASH his chair into Remy’s spine! TM: Oh for the love of… As Remy drops to his knees, Kashmir tosses the chair to the outside and flops to the canvas, holding his head in mock pain as the ref spins round to see what’s going on. Kash innocently points to Remy and Kelly immediately orders him back to ringside. He tries to argue his case but the pain shooting up his spine hampers his attempts, and so he submits to returning to his place. As Kelly turns back round he’s a tad surprised to see the Prince shooting toward the ropes, apparently with no injuries at all. He steps out onto the apron, springboards up to the top cable and spins off with a beautiful… KR: DHARMAAAAAA!!! TM: GREEEEEEEG!!! Oh sorry, I got carried away. He once again covers! [align=center]One! Two! Thr -- NO!!![/align] Kashmir finds himself thrown across the ring as Carl sits bolt upright, his face the very picture of rage. TM: Oh yeah, you’ve done it now. You’ve pissed Carl off. The big guy begins to rise, only to see Kashmir charging in at him. Before he even makes it to his feet, Carl shoots out a giant arm and wraps his massive hand around the Slammers throat, rising to full verticality and hoisting Kashmir high into the air! TM: Hear that? That’s the sound of silence, it’s freakin’ golden! The Prince flails about as he tries to break free, but he’s got help coming in the form of his tag team partner! Maj runs in…to a giant boot from Carl! Kelly starts counting the illegal choke and so Carl throws his rag doll back to the canvas where he desperately tries to breath through his now severely narrower wind pipe. Maj gets back to his feet and staggers right into Carl’s waiting hands where he finds himself scooped up into a Gorilla Press! He holds him there for all the world to see. KR: Christ on a bike, this guy’s scary strong. With the crowd cheering him on, Carl drops the Knight onto his shoulders and slams him back into the canvas with a Samoan Drop! TM: Maj just got taken down to Old Town! Carl roars out his anger as he scoops up Maj and tosses him out of the ring like so much garbage. He turns to see Remy with an outstretched hand, and so tags him in. He moves back to the Prince, picks him up and whips him into the ropes. TM: Here it comes, the Cajun Death Drop! Kashmir bounces off the cables and -- NO! He flips himself over and lands safely on the apron, deftly avoiding MoM’s tag team finisher. TM: Aww, what a jip. Kelly orders Carl back out onto the apron and he complies. Remy turns back to the legal Knight, only to see him hurtling through the air toward him with a Spinning Wheel Kick! No! Remy rolls forward and just avoids the incoming leg, leaving Kas to crash into the canvas. Remy spins round and waits for his prey to pull himself up to a knee, before running in, stepping off his thigh and CRACKING his boot -- NO! Kashmir ducks the Bourbon Street Blues and rolls to safety, this time leaving Remy to crash into the white! Remy is quick to clamber back to his feet and both men come to a face off. KR: Whoever can squeeze out the advantage here could take the win for his team, and his brand. Both men charge each other simultaneously! Remy throws out an arm but Kashmir ducks and they both hit the ropes. They rebound, this time Kas looks to take off Remy’s head with a Spinning Wheel Kick but the Cajun ducks and rolls. Both men leap back to their feet, but Remy gets there a tad quicker and throws his boot into Kashmir’s face with the -- TM: MOB HIII -- NO! Aww, nuts. Kas catches the boot and spins it away, but Remy keeps going and brings it back round, cracking it off Kashmir’s temple and knocking him back into the ropes. The Prince bounces off, right into the waiting arms of Remy Barteaux! TM: This is it! He’s setting him up for the Cajun Drawl! Indeed he is, but Maj is back up! He slides into the ring, but Richard Kelly gets all up in his face! TM: Finally the ref does something right. Finish it Remy! The TNTer hooks him up for the Pumphandle and…staggers backwards in pain as the Slammer throws an arm between his legs! TM: Oh for…can your boys do anything legal? KR: Like yours are such angels. Kashmir takes Remy and heaves him into the air, Flapjack style as Maj pushes past Kelly and runs to the ropes. He bounces off them, charges back toward Remy and Kas and leaps into the air, catching Remy’s head and bringing him down for the -- NO! Remy fights back! He lays a few fists into Kashmir’s head, knocking him off balance enough for Maj to sail past the two men and crash into the ropes! He fumbles over them and bounces off the apron to the outside! KR: NO! They were so close! TM: Karma. Maj pushes Remy off and spins round to see his partner laid out on the floor below. His eyes and mouth gape in shock and his hands find their way to his temples as he pulls at his hair in frustration. There’s still a match to be won though, and so he turns his attention back on Remy…only to turn straight into a HUGE right hand from Carl! The meat hook staggers him backwards, so does the next, and the next and the Prince is on dream street as Carl grabs him by the head and violently shoves him into a Standing Headscissors. He heaves him up onto his shoulders and backs up toward ring centre, with Remy stood by on the apron behind him. TM: Now I want you to watch this bit carefully, Kurt. This here, is where TNT won back the Tag Team Titles. Remy leaps up onto the top rope and spins off, CRACKING a Leg Lariat across Kashmir’s jaw as Carl DRIVES him into the canvas with a Sit Out Powerbomb! TM: THE SILENCEEEEER!!!! Carl rolls out of the way and Remy hooks the leg for the cover… [align=center]One![/align] Maj crawls back onto the apron and sees what’s going on… [align=center]Two!![/align] He slides himself through the ropes and dives for the cover…but Carl drops an almighty elbow onto his back!!! [align=center]Three!!![/align] TM: WE WON!! WHOOOO!!! MA: Here are your winners, and the NEW, FIW TAG TEAM CHAMPIOOOOONSS!!! Remy Barteaux, Carl Lucas, THE MERCHANTS, OF, MENAAAAAAAACE!!!! “Shatter” blares through the speakers as Remy peels himself off the Prince and Carl raises to his feet. Kelly reaches through the ropes and grabs the no longer vacant tag team titles from Timmy the time keeper and turns to see Barteaux leap onto Carl as the two celebrate their victory. TM: Ha! You suck! KR: You know, there’s such a thing as a bad winner. TM: Rather be a bad winner then a good LOOOOOOSEEEEEER! April climbs into the ring and takes the belts from Richard Kelly as Carl drops his smaller partner to the ground. She turns and holds out the two shiny gold straps, presenting them to their knew owners with a huge smile on her face. They take them, and thrust them into the air to a cheer from the crowd, as Sam and the General gather their team together and lead them backstage. JH: Up next we have one hell of a grudge match. TM: Dante and Ragin’ in round three and to top that off, Kailey Lane is the special referee. JH: Expect the tension level to rise just a bit, Thomas. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. "Defy You" begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then moves to the center of the ring and tries to concentrate on the coming task. MA: Introducing first, the special guest referee for this match… KAILEY… LAAAAAANNNE!! The crowd cheers loudly for the guest referee. Kailey gives the fans a quick wave and a smile then goes back to her concentration. TM: Do you think Kailey is going to be fair calling this match, Jonathan? Let’s face it, she has to be out to get even with Ragin’ for all the wrongs he’s done to her. JH: Despite the bad history, I think Kailey has the ability to be impartial in this match. 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. Once he gets to the ring, he climbs up the steps and walks along the apron to the far corner. He 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 from Los Angeles, California. He stands in at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighs 255 pounds. He is… DANTE… COOOOOOLLLEEESSS!! The Canadian crowd nearly blows the roof off for Dante. He glances over at the assigned referee, then stares up at the stage waiting for his hated opponent to make his way out. TM: Did you see that? Dante gave Kailey a look. I think they have something going on. She cut a deal with Dante to screw Ragin’ over. JH: I’m sure that’s not true, Thomas. Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to emit over the PA system as darkness encloses the arena. The Tron shows the familiar static that’s starts the opening of Ragin’s video. Beneath the shadows of the dark, figures walk out into the arena and begin to align themselves on sides of the floor between the entranceway and ring. JH: Here is the self proclaimed MVP of Slam, King of Kings, hero, and whatever other false names Ragin’ goes by. An eerie red mist starts to spray out from the sides of the entrance, slowly and shortly at first but getting longer so that the eye candy kneeling all the way to the ring in various positions of ‘worship’ can be made out. The words ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say’ are followed by drums that announce the first spark of explosions all around. Gold flows down around the Tron and barely visible amongst the smoke Ragin’ and Natalya stand near the entrance. Two spotlights beam down from either side of the arena, weaving and dancing as they follow the movement of the Russians TM: I think tonight, Ragin’ is going to find out just why Throwdown is the best brand FIW has to offer. They walk through the mist, passing by near each young woman, mini explosions accompanying the passing of each scantily-clad young lady. Once they reach the ring there is one final explosion that heralds the end of the darkness and the lights going back up. The unnamed women depart silently with no fanfare and Ragin’ hauls himself up to the turnbuckle, with Natalya walking to the steps. JH: Kailey already has a watchful eye on Natalya. You can bet the Russian vixen is going to interject herself into this match at some point. TM: I’d like to inject her with something, if you know what I’m saying. JH: I said interject! He walks along the apron, the top rope slipping through an opened fist and he ascends to a position on the turnbuckle. Natalya steps into the ring and flaunts her assets to the watching fans. Meanwhile, Ragin’ raises his arms into the air, a half smile spreading across his face, his dead eyes staring out across the assembled audience. MA: And his opponent from Bogorodskoye, Russia. He stands in at 6 feet and 3 inches and weighs 277 pounds. He is the Master of the Rage… RAAAAAAGGGIIIIIINNN’!! The crowd explodes with boos prompting a smirk to form on the Russian’s lips. He looks out at the crowd giving them a look as if to say “Yes, I’m better than every single one of you” and that doesn’t go over too well with them. He drops to the mat and walks to Natalya, they talk briefly as he takes his shirt off and hurls it toward one section of fans who scramble to grab it. Natalya slips out of the ring and Ragin’ flexes and twists his muscles before the match. [align=center]DING! DING![/align] Ragin’ and Dante circle the ring. Ragin’ dives in but quickly jumps back out as Dante moves in. He grins at Dante then jumps in again and both men lock up with a collar and elbow. Dante backs Ragin’ into the corner where both men stay locked up. Kailey moves in to call for a break, but neither man is ready to back off just yet. Ragin’ swings Dante around into the corner and buries his shoulder in Dante’s abdomen. Kailey applies her count to force the two apart. 1 Dante sends a forearm down into Ragin’s back. 2 Another forearm. 3 Another forearm shot. 4 Dante gets himself out of the corner and backs into the center of the ring. Both men circle the ring again this time closer to the ropes than before keeping plenty of distance. JH: So far so good for Kailey. TM: I think she was a little quick on her count there, but I’m not complaining. JH: Of course you aren’t, Thomas. Ragin’ moves in with a quick step, but Dante steps to the side letting the Russian pass by. Ragin’ recovers quickly this time moving with more quickness in his step only to get taken down with a clothesline by Dante. Ragin’ finds his feet again and gets met with a right hand by Dante. JH: Dante has Ragin’ in the ropes unloading those right hands. TM: Looks to be doing more watching that refereeing out there. She moves in to break the two up on the ropes, but Dante makes her job easier sending Ragin’ across the ring with an Irish whip. Ragin’ rebounds and gets lifted high into the air with a back body drop that sends him crashing down hard on the canvas. He arches his back in pain but manages to find his feet quickly. JH: Ragin’ had some good hang time on that back body drop from Dante. TM: It’s been all Dante here in the early going, but that can’t last long when you’re in the ring with a guy like Ragin’. JH: And let’s not forget Natalya’s presence at ringside either. Dante grabs Ragin’ by the arm, applying an arm wrench then pulling Ragin’ right into a clothesline taking the Russian back down to the mat. Natalya is pounding on the mat to give her colleague some support. Ragin’ finds his feet again but Dante is right there to grab his arm and LEVEL him with another clothesline. JH: Dante is slow and methodical with his attack right now. This could be a mistake on his part. He’s had Ragin’ down a few times and chose not to keep the offense on Ragin’. Ragin’ is back up again, this time leaning back in the corner and rubbing his jaw. Dante stalks his way into the corner but gets met with a boot to the midsection. Ragin’ fires out smacking a back chop right on Dante’s chest. Ragin’ lands another stinging chop that backs Dante toward the center of the ring. A third chop sends Dante back into the ropes. Ragin’ smacks a right hand off Dante’s jaw then grabs his arm and whips him across the ring, but Dante counters sending Ragin’ into the far ropes. TM: Some hard chops from Ragin’ seem to have kept Dante at bay now. JH: Ragin’ went for the Irish whip, but Dante countered and sent him across the ring. Ragin’ rebounds off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt from Dante, hitting the opposite ropes BUT GETS CAUGHT WITH A HIGH KNEE ON THE RETURN!! Ragin’ rolls along the canvas toward the ropes and starts to pull himself up. Dante circles around and sees Ragin’ across the ring. He runs in at Ragin’, but the Russian lowers the bridge and back drops Dante RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!! JH: Dante hit the high knee on Ragin’, but it wasn’t enough to keep the former Slammer down. TM: That’s right and now he’s on his ass at ringside thanks to a back drop from Ragin’. Ragin’ moves in to the nearest corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle where he holds his arms out to the crowd. He looks down at Kailey, giving her a nod and a wink which she doesn’t take too kindly to. TM: All that cockiness is going to come back to bite Ragin’ in the ass if he isn’t careful. As if on cue, Dante is back on the apron. He grabs Ragin’ under the arm and by the leg then HEAVES him off the turnbuckle SENDING HIM CHEST FIRST ONTO THE RINGSIDE BARRICADE AND OVER INTO THE CROWD!! The fans at ringside are cheering wildly, some patting Ragin’ on the back, others calling him names in their drunken stupors. Dante drops down to the floor and walks over to where Ragin’ is trying to climb over the barricade. Kailey immediately does her job and starts to count both men out of the match. [align=center]1 2 3 4[/align] JH: Thrown out on his bloody arse! That serves the arrogant prick right, if you ask me. TM: See, what’d I tell you? [align=center]5 6 7 8[/align] He nails a hard right hand on the Russian’s jaw then hooks him up AND PULLS HIM BACK OVER THE BARRICADE WITH A SUPLEX TO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]9 10 11 12[/align] Dante gets back to his feet and rolls into the ring to break the 20 count. He rolls back out to the floor and walks over to the Japanese announce desk and starts to clear it off. JH: Dante has something planned here. TM: Yeah and it involves putting Ragin’ through the Japanese announce desk. Natalya starts to make her way over toward Dante, but Kailey is quickly out of the ring putting herself between Ragin’s manager and the competitors in the match. Natalya yells something at Kailey similar to “Get your skanky ass away from me and do your job!” but more in the way she’d say it. Dante finishes clearing off the table and makes his way over to Ragin’ who greets Dante with a kick right in the kneecap. Dante stumbles away and gets another kick right in the hamstring. Dante staggers away from Ragin’ and rolls back into the ring to safety. TM: I think Ragin’ managed to save his hide for at least a few more minutes. Ragin’ quickly dives in under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. Dante turns around just in time for Ragin’ to take his leg out with a chop block. Dante painfully pulls himself toward the corner and thankfully Ragin’ is there to help him out with a stiff kick in the ribs. Dante tumbles into the bottom turnbuckle and Ragin’ goes right to work, stomping away on the left leg of Dante. Ragin’ hooks Dante’s leg around the bottom rope and stomps further on the knee. JH: I think Ragin’s found a target in Dante’s right leg. It’s a sound strategy to keep him off his feet. TM: You’re damn right it is. Ragin’s felt the Fall From Grace before, several times. If Dante can’t stand, then he can’t use it on Ragin’ and unlike their very first encounter, Dante won’t have chairs and garbage can lids to rely on. Kailey warns Ragin’ to get out of the corner, but he doesn’t heed her warnings, instead choosing to keep stomping away on Dante’s knee. Kailey tries to grab Ragin’ by the shoulder and pull him away but to no avail and she’s forced to use her count again. 1 2 3 4 Ragin’ calmly backs away and starts walking toward Kailey, shooting her a grin. She backs away, tugging on her referee stripes, and warning Ragin’ that she’s the authority in the match. He just nods his head, that grin still on his face. He turns back toward Dante AND GETS TAKEN TO THE MAT WITH A SPEAR!! Dante starts laying in the right hands to Ragin’s forehead. JH: Dante out of nowhere to take Ragin’ down with a spear. TM: And now he’s raining down those right hands on Ragin’s forehead. I’ll give Dante this, he’s a persistent little bastard. JH: He won’t back down from anybody, especially somebody he has as much dislike for as Ragin’. TM: Well I can’t really blame him there. How could anybody like somebody that’s spent as much time on Slam! as Ragin’ has. Dante gets up to his feet and grabs Ragin’s leg then snaps an elbow drop right into the knee. Dante quickly gets vertical then snaps down with another elbow drop into the knee. The third time is the charm as Dante drops one more elbow into Ragin’s knee. He gets back to his feet as does Ragin’, albeit slowly. JH: Looks like Dante is giving Ragin’ a taste of his own medicine here. TM: An eye for an eye, a knee for a knee. Dante circles around behind Ragin’ just as he finds his feet then runs in and kicks his leg out from under him. Dante starts to back across the ring giving Ragin’ time to grab the ropes and pull himself up before running back in and again kicking his leg out from under him. Ragin’ uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Dante moves in after Ragin’ and gets his eyes raked by the Russian. Kailey immediately admonishes Ragin’ for the maneuver, and he simply shrugs his shoulders as though he were innocent. JH: That was dirty on Ragin’s part and Kailey is letting him know it right away. TM: She should disqualify him for that. JH: It was an eye rake. Who gets DQed for an eye rake nowadays? Dante staggers across the ring separating himself from Ragin’. The Russian sees an opportunity and runs in throwing a clothesline Dante’s way but he ducks under it. Ragin’ spins around and Dante catches him AND TAKES HIM BACK WITH A MURDER BACKDROP!! JH: DAAAAANNNNNGGGGGEEEEERRRRROOOOUUUUSSSS~!!!!!!!11!1!! TM: ARGH!! Ragin’ landed right on the crown of his head! Dante gets back to his feet and grabs Ragin’ by the legs. He starts to turn Ragin’ over, pulling Ragin’s legs back and burying his knee into the Russian’s back. Having his body bent backward into a C seems to have woken the former World Heavyweight Champion up as he screams out painfully. Kailey kneels down in front of Ragin’ asking if he gives up, but of course he’s too proud to do that yet. Dante just cranks back on the legs yelling at Kailey to keep asking him. JH: Dante’s Inferno and look at the ring positioning! TM: Dante has himself near the ropes and nothing but a lot of canvas in front of Ragin’. He doesn’t have a way out of this one. He doesn’t, but Natalya does. She jumps onto the apron and jabs a fingernail into Dante’s eyes. He immediately drops Ragin’s legs and covers his eyes in pain. Natalya celebrates her victory with the crowd, who of course boo her actions until somebody grabs her by the hair. Dante is back up and has two handfuls of Natalya’s hair, trying to pull her up onto the apron. JH: She’s about to get what’s coming to her. Kailey sees Natalya on the apron with Dante about to yank her into the ring by the head. She springs over there, telling Dante not to do it the whole time. Dante just looks at her, and starts to pull Natalya in, but he steps aside JUST AS RAGIN’ COMES INTO THE PICTURE BURYING HIS SHOULDER IN NATALYA’S ABDOMEN!! JH: OH MY GOD!! Ragin’ was aiming for Dante but he moved out of the way and Ragin’ just speared his managed down to the floor!! TM: Ha, serves her right. Hey, maybe she’ll let me hold an ice pack on her later tonight. Ragin’ spills through the ropes to the floor next to Natalya. Dante steps through the ropes and drops down to the floor. He looks over at Ragin’, then over at Natalya. Dante grabs her by her slutty clothes and rolls her into the ring. Dante slides in after her and gets to his feet. Natalya tries to run away, but Dante grabs her hair and pulls her down into a standing headscissor. JH: Uh oh. He wouldn’t do this to her, would he? TM: Oh I think he would in fact I’d bet on it. Kailey is caught between counting Ragin’ out and stopping Dante from attacking Natalya. She opts for the latter, warning Dante that Ragin’ is his opponent, not Natalya. Dante just looks at her then wraps his arms around Natalya’s waist and starts to hoist her up UNTIL RAGIN’ TAKES DANTE’S LEG OUT WITH A SHOULDER TO THE KNEE!! JH: Oh come on!! Ban her from ringside! She’s nothing but a distraction. TM: Now wait a minute, nobody told Dante to go after her. JH: And nobody told her to stick her dirty fingers in Dante’s eye! TM: Ok you have a point there. Natalya rolls out of the ring away from the danger. Ragin’ is getting out of the ring too, but for another reason. He grabs Dante’s leg on the way out of the ring and drags him over toward the corner. Ragin’ pulls Dante’s leg back THEN SLAMS HIS KNEE INTO THE RING POST!! JH: For Christ’s sake! That’s uncalled for! Do something Kailey! Ragin’ fires a right hand into Dante’s temple, then grabs the leg and SLAMS THE KNEE INTO THE RING POST AGAIN!! Kailey angrily screams at Ragin’ to get back in the ring, starting her count, but stopping at one just as Ragin’ slides back into the ring. She backs Ragin’ into a far corner away from Dante, reminding him that she can disqualify him for his actions. Ragin’ nods his head as if he was listening, but in reality he’s watching Dante drop down to the floor. Dante gets back to his feet only to have Natalya kick him in the back of the knee. JH: AGAIN!! There she goes again! She can’t keep her nose out of this match. TM: And as long as she’s out here, she won’t. Ragin’ is away from Kailey and heading out to the floor. Kailey is in tow having seen Natalya near Dante. She chases Natalya off warning her to stay away from the two men. Ragin’ rolls Dante back into the ring and slides in after him. Dante sits up on one knee and takes a hard kick in the chest. He moves in to dish out more punishment, but Dante meets him with a right to the gut. Ragin’ battles back though, delivering a forearm shot to Dante’s jaw. JH: Ragin’ is back in control and he’s just wearing Dante down with those forearm shots. Natalya is done playing innocent and simply backs away having done her job. Kailey slides back into the ring just as Ragin’ sends Dante down with a stiff right to the jaw. Ragin’ grabs Dante’s leg and drops an elbow right into the knee joint. He pulls back on the leg, putting torque on the knee. JH: Ragin’ is back to working that knee over. TM: You know, even though she’s a skanky bitch, I’d like to work that Natalya over. JH: Thomas! TM: What? Come on, look at what she’s wearing. I think she’s been making the eyes at me all night. JH: Oh yeah? You mean when she’s not interfering in the match? TM: Yep. Ragin’ lets up off the knee. He takes another route, putting his neck in the crook of Dante’s knee and bending the leg around his neck. JH: A stretch muffler by Ragin’ and he’s really going to town on Dante’s knee. If he keeps this up, Dante may be spending the holidays on crutches, or even worse. Ragin’ lets Dante’s leg go and gets to his feet. He grabs Dante by the boot and lifts his leg high into the air THEN JAMS HIS KNEE BACK DOWN INTO THE CANVAS!! Ragin’ grabs Dante’s boot again, lifts his leg high into the air AND AGAIN JAMS HIS KNEE BACK INTO THE CANVAS!! Ragin’ grabs the leg and pulls Dante toward the corner. He slides out of the ring and grabs Dante’s boot THEN WRAPS HIS LEG AROUND THE STEEL POST!! JH: Ragin’ just drove Dante’s knee into the mat and then wrapped it around that unforgiving steel. TM: Thanks for that excellent play by play, JR. JH: Anytime, Tho…hey! Ragin’ hops onto the apron drawing Kailey’s attention to him. She admonishes him about keeping the match in the ring. Ragin’ argues that somehow that it was necessary to go outside, all the while buying time for Natalya to walk up AND SLAP DANTE ACROSS THE FACE! JH: Oh come on! How many times is she going to be allowed to get away with this stuff?! TM: Hey, go talk to the referee about that. Ragin’ drops off the apron and moves back toward Dante. He grabs Dante’s legs and crosses one over the other. Natalya jumps onto the apron grabbing Kailey’s attention just as Ragin’ did a few seconds ago. She argues about Kailey’s poor refereeing, for whatever reason, while Ragin’ slaps on a figure four around the ring post!! JH: ARGH!! Ragin’ did this a few weeks ago. He has the figure four applied around that ring post just ripping Dante’s knee apart!! TM: And Kailey’s too busy with Natalya to notice…oops, spoke too soon. Kailey slides out of the ring and rushes over to the corner. She yells at Ragin’ to break the hold, then goes into her count. 1 2 3 4 Ragin’ breaks the hold quickly. JH: She got Ragin’ to break the hold, but the damage has already been done. TM: Kailey should start worrying more about the match and less about what Natalya has to say to her. Dante manages to pull himself out of the corner, dragging his body into the center of the ring. Ragin’ keeps Kailey distracted at ringside long enough for his manager to grab herself a seat from under the ring. Natalya slides the chair into the ring and follows in after it. She gets to her feet, but not before Kailey sees her. Natalya picks the chair up and starts after Dante, but Kailey is in the ring in a heartbeat. Natalya raises the chair but Kailey rips it from the Russian’s clutches. Natalya spins around AND SLAPS KAILEY ACROSS THE FACE!! JH: HOLY HELL!! Natalya was gonna hit Dante with that chair. TM: But Kailey stopped her and got paint brushed for finally doing her job. Kailey’s eyes widen, a stern look crossing her face AND SHE ORDERS NATALYA OUT OF THE RING!! JH: Did she? She just banned Natalya from ringside!! TM: Whoa, didn’t think she had it in her. Natalya can’t believe it and neither can Ragin’. He leaps onto the ring apron, yelling at Kailey that she can’t do this. Kailey tells Ragin’ to shut his hole and orders Natalya backstage again. The Russian vixen refuses to follow through and that’s when two burly security guards come down to the ring. JH: If she won’t leave on her own, then she can be escorted out! The two guards get Natalya out of the ring, each taking her under the arm and carrying her backstage, kicking and screaming the whole way. Ragin’ is irate, giving Kailey an earful and screaming about a screw job. Dante gets to his feet in the ring and finds a chair at his feet. He picks the chair up and sees Ragin’ standing on the apron. Dante pushes Kailey out of the way and raises the chair up SLAMMING IT DOWN ON RAGIN’S HEAD…NOOO!! KAILEY YANKS THE CHAIR AWAY FROM DANTE!! TM: HA!! She IS being impartial! JH: I don’t think Dante likes that too much. TM: Well too bad for him. Ragin’ has fought this match cleanly most of the night. JH: Oh bollocks! Natalya has been getting involved the whole match. Dante just wanted to even the score a little. Dante spins around and glares at Kailey. She shakes her head at him, telling him not to do it that way. She tosses the chair out of the ring, probably feeling Dante’s glare on her back. Ragin’ reaches into the ring and grabs Dante around the throat. He lifts him up AND SUPLEXES DANTE OUT OF THE RING!! JH: AAARRRRGGGHHH!! INVERTED SUUUPPPLLLEEEXXXUUUHHH FROM THE RING TO THE FLOOR!! Dante writhes in pain on the floor. He drags himself to the barricades and pulls himself up to a knee. Ragin’ walks across the apron, holding his arms out to the crowd and receives the love…or hate. Ragin clasps his hands together and leaps off the apron DRIVING A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE…NOOO!! DANTE GETS TO HIS FEET AND DRIVES HIS BOOT INTO RAGIN’S JAW WITH A SHUFFLE SIDE KICK!! JH: WHAT A KICK!! DANTE JUST TOOK RAGIN’S HEAD OFF WITH THAT KICK!! TM: Did you see Ragin’s head snap back?! He might be completely out right now! Dante gets to both feet, staggering a bit on his worked over leg. He grabs Ragin’ by the neck and the pants and tosses him under the bottom rope. Dante slides back into the ring and gets to his feet. He pulls Ragin’ up, boots him in the gut, then puts him in a standing headscissor. Dante reaches down to hoist Ragin’ up, but the former Slammer pulls Dante’s legs out from under him. Ragin’ quickly grabs Dante leg and hooks it behind his knee. Ragin’ then intertwines his leg with Dante’s and falls backward putting pressure on Dante’s knee and leg. TM: THE WILL BREAKER!! Ragin’ is going to force Dante to tap out! JH: He’s been working Dante’s knee this entire match and now I see why. TM: It’s all been a set up for this move here. He doesn’t just want to beat Dante, he wants to embarrass him and make him tap out. Dante screams out in pain, clawing at the mat trying to pull himself to the ropes. Ragin’ simply forces his hips up and drops back down to reapply pressure to the hold. He looks over at Kailey, yelling at her to ask Dante if he gives up. Kailey drops to the mat in front of Dante and does just that. The pain on his face is almost mirrored on hers. It’s more like she’s trying to will Dante to the ropes than ask if he quits. JH: Dante has to make it to the ropes. The damage done to that knee, he can’t take much more of this. Dante claws, scratches, and pulls himself along the canvas. He throws his arm out and just misses the ropes. Kailey watches intently to see if Dante can make it, still asking if he wants to give up though. Dante pulls himself painfully along the mat and reaches out again, this time grabbing the bottom rope in his hand. Kailey jumps to her feet and tells Ragin’ to break the hold. He refuses, trying to milk it for as long as he can, but instead of giving him the count, Kailey unties the two men’s legs herself. Ragin’ jumps to his feet and gets in Kailey’s face. She jams a finger in his chest, telling him to back off. She points to the TNT logo on her striped shirt reminding Ragin’ that what she says goes. He backs off her and goes after Dante instead. Ragin’ pulls Dante off the ropes by the legs. JH: I think she’s got this refereeing thing down. TM: Those monkeys Tony Clarke and Richard Kelly could learn a lesson or two from her. JH: What about Michaela? TM: She does a great job in the ring. JH: Of course. Ragin’ kicks at Dante’s head, not hard, but just to show some disrespect. He circles back toward Dante’s legs, grabbing one and applying a spinning toe hold. He bends the leg around his own and twists it painfully forcing Dante to yell out. Ragin’ breaks the toe hold and kicks Dante in the back of the leg. He goes to reapply the hold, but Dante kicks Ragin’ in the ass sending him SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RING POST!! JH: Ragin’s shoulder just smacked off the ring post! TM: But Dante’s too hurt to take advantage of it. Dante is clutching his knee on the mat in pain. Ragin’ slowly pulls himself off the ring post. Dante starts to get to his feet, gingerly standing on his bad leg. Ragin’ gets out of the corner and sees Dante limping in the center of the ring. He charges at Dante, but Dante steps aside and reaches back THEN DROPS RAGIN’ WITH A NECKBREAKER! JH: Ragin’ went for the clothesline on Dante. TM: But Dante managed to pull off that neckbreaker out of complete desperation. JH: Ragin’ is already getting back to his feet now, but Dante isn’t far behind him. Ragin’ steps in and Dante SMACKS a hard right hand off his face. Ragin’ fires back with a kick into Dante’s leg. Ragin’ smacks another kick off Dante’s knee. Ragin’ runs back and bounces himself off the ropes BUT DANTE IS THERE TO LEVEL HIM WITH A LARIAT!! JH: LAAARRRIIIAAATTTOOOHHH!! Dante bounces off the ropes himself, stumbling over and dropping onto Ragin’ for the cover. Kailey drops down and slaps the mat… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! TH—NOO!! KICKOUT!![/align] JH: Dante had the lateral press, but only managed a two count out of it. TM: It’s going to take more than a lariat to beat Ragin’, Dante should know that. These two have already put themselves through hell before. They know their limits. Both men start to get back to their feet and Dante rocks Ragin’ with a hard right hand. Ragin’ staggers and comes back in only to get nailed with a second right hand. Dante grabs Ragin’ by the arm and sends him to the ropes, but Ragin’ counters whipping Dante to the ropes instead. He ducks his head down just as Dante rebounds AND GETS A KNEE CRAMMED INTO THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD!! JH: Huge running knee to the side of Ragin’s head! TM: But that was Dante’s bad leg. Look, he can barely stand now and Ragin’ is back up with the help of the ropes. Ragin’ sizes Dante up then charges in after him, but Dante is ready, standing up and throwing his arm across Ragin’ then heaving him backwards with a suplex!! JH: UUUUUURRRAAANNNAAAGGGEEE!! Ragin’ is slumped down in the corner, trying to pull himself up. Dante is clutching the top rope trying to hold himself up. He grabs Ragin’ by the head and helps him to his feet then sends him across the ring with an Irish whip. Ragin’ rebounds off the ropes right back into Dante WHO SLAMS RAGIN’ DOWN WITH A HARD SPINEBUSTER!! JH: Huuuuuuuuge spinebuster by Dante! TM: He’s going for the cover! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THRE—NOO!! RAGIN’ GETS THE SHOULDER UP!![/align] TM: Just another two count. JH: I thought Dante had it there. The crowd thought he had it too. They’re coming to life, getting behind Dante. Ragin’ crawls his way to the corner, grabbing the middle ropes and pulling himself to his feet. Dante is up, staggering around on his bad knee. He makes his way to the corner where Ragin’ is and fires off a right hand into Ragin’s jaw. He grabs Ragin’ by the wrist and whips him out of the corner, but Ragin’ holds on, swinging around and sending Dante back into the AND UP AND OVER IT OUT TO THE FLOOR!! TM: Ragin’ showing off some power sending Dante out of the ring there. Dante landed awkwardly on his leg before crashing into the front of the announce desk. He’s on the floor clutching his knee as Ragin’ takes a quick breather in the ring. Ragin’ slides out of the ring and starts to clear off the TNT announce desk. JH: What are you doing? TM: He’s clearing off our table, Jonathan, I thought that was obvious. JH: I can see that, but what for? Why does he need to do this? TM: You’d have to ask him that. Ragin’ tosses the monitors away. He turns around and boots Dante in the head. Ragin’ pulls Dante up, cramming his fist into Dante’s jaw. Ragin’ tosses Dante onto the announce desk and climbs up after him. He reaches down, but Dante sends his boot right into Ragin’s jaw. Dante climbs up to his feet and pulls Ragin’ up, tucking his head between his legs. TM: What the hell is he doing? JH: Oh no, he’s not going to do this, not here. TM: Get off our table you big oaf!! JH: He’s going to give him the Fall From Grace!! Kailey is on the floor, screaming at Dante to get back in the ring. Dante looks down at her and that’s a mistake BECAUSE RAGIN’ RISES UP SENDING DANTE OVER WITH A BACKDROP AND CRASHING BACK DOWN THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE DESK!! JH: OH MY GOD!! TM: HA!! Did you see that?! That was Kailey’s fault!! She did that to Dante!! She distracted him so Ragin’ could get out!! JH: The Japanese announces desk just got destroyed! TM: Ragin’ just has to get Dante in the ring and pin him. This one is over. Ragin’ pulls Dante out of the rubble, dragging him to the ring and rolling him back in. Ragin’ follows back in and crawls over Dante for the cover. Kailey quickly slides into the ring, slapping the canvas… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOO!! DANTE KICKS OUT!![/align] JH: DANTE KICKED OUT!! HE KICKED OUT!! Ragin’ covers again, this time hooking the leg… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOO!! DANTE KICKS OUT AGAIN!![/align] JH: ANOTHER KICK OUT!! Ragin’ is seething with anger. He holds up three fingers in Kailey’s face, but she adamantly points out it was only two. Ragin’ waves her off, going back to Dante. Ragin’ grabs Dante by the legs, hooking them under his arms. He starts to turn Dante over. TM: He’s using Dante’s own move!! He’s putting Dante into the Inferno!! Dante fights to keep from getting turned over. Ragin’ squats down to get a better grip, but Dante nails him with a right hand to the forehead. He gets a leg free then kicks Ragin’ off. Ragin’ charges back in, but Dante is up and uses Ragin’s own momentum to shove him into the turnbuckles. Ragin’ staggers out and gets booted in the stomach. Dante pulls Ragin’ into a front face lock, but Ragin’ drives his forearm into Dante’s knee!! JH: Dante was going for the DDT, but Ragin’ again targeted that knee. TM: Wait a minute!! Ragin’ pulls Dante’s legs out from under him and TURNS HIM OVER INTO AN ELEVATED BOSTON CRAB!! TM: That’s it!! He has it!! Ragin’ has Dante in the Inferno!! Ragin’ jams his knee into Dante’s back completing the hold. He cranks back on Dante’s legs. Dante crawls along the canvas, trying to get to the ropes. He screams out, reaching for the ropes AND GRABS THEM…NOOO!! Dante just misses the ropes. Ragin’ pulls Dante back into the center of the ring and cranks back even further. He steps over and sits down on Dante, pulling back on the legs. JH: He’s gone into a Boston Crab now. TM: And he’s got all his weight down on Dante’s back. Ragin’: ASK HIM!! AAASK HIIIM!! Kailey asks Dante but gets no response. She checks him, lifting his arm up and it falls to the mat. Kailey lifts Dante’s arm again, and again it falls to the mat. TM: That’s two. Dante might be out of it! Oh this is better than a tap out! Kailey lifts Dante’s arm again, and again it falls…NO!! Dante clenches his fist and keeps it from hitting the mat a third time. He struggles to crawl across the canvas again. He pushes up off the mat, relieving some of the pressure on his back from Ragin’ sitting on it. Dante crawls along the canvas, slowly, inch by inch, AND HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!! Ragin’ keeps the hold locked on, Kailey in his ear yelling at him to break the hold. Ragin’ finally does and gets into Kailey’s face. He tells her he has a four count to break it and for her to start using it. She just looks at him sternly, not backing down one step. JH: Look at this, trying to intimidate the referee. Well I got news for you pal, that’s one referee who isn’t going to back down from you. TM: She better if she knows what’s good for her! Ragin’ keeps instructing Kailey on how to do her job and that’s just what Dante needs TO RUN INTO THE BACK OF RAGIN’ TAKING ALL THREE OF THEM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!! TM: DANTE HIT THE REFEREE!! DISQUALIFY HIM!! JH: HE DID NO SUCH THING!! It was an accident! He ran into Ragin’, Ragin’ bumped into Kailey and all three of them went over the top rope! Ragin’ gets back to his feet, looking down at Dante and Kailey on the floor. He circles around the ring to the timekeeper’s table, tossing Timmy out of the way and grabbing his chair. Dante tries to help Kailey back up, but she’s a little slow getting there. He gets her up to a knee and slides back into the ring where Ragin’ is. Ragin’ gets his chair and raises it up just as Dante gets into the ring. He charges at Dante but Dante gets to his feet AND KICKS THE CHAIR BACK INTO RAGIN’S FACE!! TM: NOW HE’S USING A CHAIR!! JH: Ragin’ brought the chair into the ring!! Dante just fended him off! Ragin’ tries to get back up, and gets a little help from Dante only TO GET DRIVEN BACK DOWN WITH A DDT INTO THE CHAIR!! JH: DDT!! TM: INTO THE CHAIR!! Look!! Dante shoved the chair out of the way!! He did it on purpose!! Kailey is pulling herself back into the ring just as Dante makes a cover!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOO!! RAGIN’ KICKS OUT!![/align] JH: NOO!! RAGIN’ KICKED OUT!! I don’t believe it!! TM: I’m convinced! Ragin’ IS a hero! He’s a superhero!! He’s a freaking God!! Dante can’t stop Ragin’, not even with cheating!! Dante starts to crawl across the canvas to the far side. He grabs the middle rope and leans down across it. Kailey follows him over, checking on him, seeing if he’s able to continue with the match. Ragin’ is laid out on the canvas, one arm trying aimlessly to clutch at his head. TM: Oh what is this? Now she’s babying Dante?! JH: She is not! She’s seeing if he can still continue! The man can barely stand up! I hardly think she’s willing to let him go on if he can’t, even if it means throwing in the towel. The crowd roars with boos, but why? JH: What the hell? Who is that?! TM: I know that jiggle. That’s…NATALYA!! She’s back!! Ragin’s buxom manager slides into the ring and up to her feet. She grabs the chair on the canvas and starts across the ring. JH: What the hell is she doing? Is she trying to get Ragin’ disqualified?! TM: Of course not!! She’s just going to pay Dante back for using the chair first!! Natalya raises the chair up BUT KAILEY IS THERE TO SNATCH IT AWAY!! Kailey grabs Natalya by the shirt and drags her across the ring AND FORCES HER OUT TO THE FLOOR!! Kailey follows after Natalya, backing her up the aisle toward the stage, Natalya screaming at Kailey the entire time. JH: Somebody throw her out of the damn building!! In the ring, Ragin’ is getting back to his feet. He stands up and turns around getting booted right in the gut. Dante puts him in a standing headscissor then hoists Ragin’ up, swings around AND SLAMS HIM BACK TO THE MAT WITH A POWERBOMB!! JH: THE FALL FROM GRACE!! DANTE HIT IT!! COVER HIM, DANTE!! COVER HIM!! And Dante does just that, dropping down onto Ragin’ and hooking the leg for good measure. The crowd is roaring their heads off…but there’s no referee!! TM: HA!! Kailey’s too busy ushering Natalya up to the stage to even know what’s going on in the ring!! Dante looks up and sees Kailey walking up the aisle. He gets to his feet and makes his way across the ring. He leans over the top rope, yelling up at Kailey to get her ass back down there, but she’s too far away to hear it over the crowd and Natalya’s yelling. JH: Somebody get Natalya out of here so Kailey can do her job! Dante keeps yelling up at Kailey until he’s spun around AND WAFFLED OVER THE HEAD WITH A STEEL CHAIR!! JH: JESUS CHRIST!! TM: RAGIN’ JUST CAVED DANTE’S SKULL IN!! Show a replay!! Hitchen, you have to listen to that impact!! The screen splits, on the right side we see Ragin’ tossing the chair out of the ring with Dante laid out on the canvas. On the left side we Dante being spun around and Ragin’ lambasting him with a vicious chair shot that you could almost hear over the crowd noise. The screen returns to the single view. The crowd boos loudly as the two guards from early emerge from behind the curtain and grab Natalya, escorting her back to the back and hopefully locking her away somewhere. JH: Oh for crying out loud! It’s too late now!! Ragin’ leans against the turnbuckles, looking just as innocent as could be. Kailey sprints back up the aisle toward the ring. She slides back into the ring, Ragin’ staying comfortable in the corner. He watches intently as Kailey slides back into the ring, and then over at Dante who’s struggling to pull himself up with the ropes. Ragin’ makes his way out of the corner and spins Dante around. He drives a boot into Dante’s midsection…BUT DANTE CATCHES IT!! He spins Ragin’ around, but Ragin’ NAILS HIM WITH A HARD ELBOW STRIKE!! Ragin’ pulls Dante’s head down and steps over it. He hoists Dante into the air THEN DRIVES HIM BACK TO THE MAT WITH A FACE BUSTER!! TM: FEEEEEAAAATTUUUURE REEEEMMMMOOOOVVVVUUUUHHHH!! Ragin’ rolls Dante over to his back and sprawls himself over Dante, hooking the leg. Kailey drops to the mat, slapping the canvas… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! …Kailey hesitates, looking at Ragin’… THREE!! DANTE KICKS OUT!! …but it’s too late![/align] Kailey gets to her feet and calls for the bell. Ragin’ gets to his feet as “That’s What They All Say” starts to play over the arena speakers. He looks at Kailey, a grin twisting his lips. He points to his wrist and nods at her. Dejected, Kailey takes his hand and raises it into the air. Ragin’ holds his other arm up, taking in the adoration of the fans…which would be nothing but boos right now. She lets his arm go and immediately goes over to Dante who’s getting up to his feet. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match… RAAAAAAGGGIIIIIINNN’!! JH: Ragin’ just stole a victory from Dante! He shouldn’t have won this match, no way, no how. TM: But he did. He pinned Dante in the middle of the ring for the three count. Ragin’ slips out of the ring and makes his way up the aisle, looking back to the ring to trade stares with Kailey. He smirks at her, disappearing behind the curtain. Dante finally gets to his feet, Kailey trying to help him up. He looks at her and pushes her away. Dante rubs the top of his head, yelling at Kailey, for what reason she doesn’t know. JH: Ragin’ had better get his bags, that jackal he calls a manager, and get in his limousine and leave before Dante gets a hold of him, or Kailey for that matter after she finds out what happened. Suddenly the tron comes to life to show the last few moments of the match. Dante keeps yelling at Kailey, he looks up at the tron, pointing Kailey in that direction. She watches as the images play before her. She watches in horror as she sees Ragin’ crushing Dante with the chair. Kailey’s mouth drops open, her hand moving up to cover it. She looks back to Dante, pulling her hand away and apologizing. She shakes her head, saying she didn’t know, but Dante doesn’t want to hear it. Dante falls back against the ropes, still holding his head. She tries to help him again, but Dante doesn’t want any of it, pushing her away. JH: It’s not her fault, Dante. This is all Ragin’ and Natalya’s doing! TM: It is so her fault. She should never have left the ring. Kailey keeps trying to apologize, knowing nothing else to do at this moment. Dante doesn’t care, he steps through the ropes and out to the floor, not even listening anymore. The crowd boos loudly, not liking the display before them. Dante makes his way up the aisle and behind the curtain. Kailey shakes her head in disbelief. She makes her way out of the ring, the crowd cheering her to show their support. She gives them a wave, but could care less right now as she makes her way backstage as well. The scene then cuts to backstage where the Maggot Korps are stationed in their locker room, watching the TV, and Tommy King looks quite disappointed at the Merchants of Menace gaining the victory and taking the Tag Team Championships to Tuesday Night Throwdown. "Damn!" The word escaped Tommy's mouth through gritted teeth, and he turned away, looking out the window, anger in his eyes evident even behind his mask. "I knew we shoulda never trusted those guys to win the belts!" He said, pounding the windowsill angrily with his fist. Nightmare came up behind him, the big man putting a reassuring hand on Tommy's shoulder. "I know we were counting on the Knights to win, but it looks like that ain't happenin', man. Rest assured though, those two are gonna have their hands full as champs 'cuz come Deja Vu, the Maggot Korps are gonna be waiting for them. Bank on it." Tommy nods, still looking out the window, as Nightmare patted him on the shoulder, a silent sign to keep his chin up. Night walked away from his partner to start packing their things for the trip back, and Tommy joins him as the scene fades back to the desk. |
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JH: I’m now joined by my Slam! “friend” Chip Martin who is going to co-announce this next match-up along side by me. CM: Yeah, yeah, don’t get used to it. JH: It’s almost time for our second interbrand match-up, and what do you think of Vendetta so far Chip? CM: It’s hoarse crap Jonathan! JH: What, the pay-per-view? CM: No, the fact that I have to announce this match with you, ha, ha, ha. JH: I’m not pleased with it myself. Michael Anderson: This following match is scheduled for one fall for the International Championship, and Extreme Chaos Championship in an interbrand match sanctioned by Full Intensity Wrestling’s CEO, Dr. Albert D. Schultz! Introducing first… 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] Michael Anderson: Representing Tuesday Night Throwdown, and his hometown of New York City, New York, weighing in at two hundred fifty-nine pounds, he is the reigning International Champion… BILL KURIYAMA!!! 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. CM: It is a disgrace the way Onikage walked out with the SIC at Relentless two months ago taking the belt with him. And, it is a disgrace that the CEO even allowed the SIC to be defended on FIW’s “B” show to give Bill Kuriyama the belt. JH: First of all Chip, right now we can call it the IC, until Bill Kuriyama wins, in which you better respectfully call it the TNTIC, and also, your petty jokes aren’t even funny, because we all know TNT is a flagship show shown around the world, and if any show should be called a “B” show, it’d be your crappy Slam!, all that blood and hardcore crap, that isn’t wrestling! CM: Hey Jonathan, I’ve just got word that there are two Bill Kuriyama’s in the building tonight! JH: Huh? CM: Look, it’s bk! In the crowd is the midget known as ‘bk’ who was announcing two weeks ago on Slam!, he is enjoying the pay-per-view eating popcorn as he notices he’s on the Jumbo!Tron, and he gets up on his feet and jumps up and down laughing. CM: I love that guy! JH: It’s a shame Slam! would stoop that low to demean another wrestler. CM: Anything to poke fun at our rivals on TNT. Charles Cruz: And, his opponent! The tunes of “Nymphetamine” by Cradle Of Filth sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Deathmatch Bastard, the Crimson King… whatever you want to call him he walks threw the curtains… Charles Cruz: Representing Slam! on Mondays, and his hometown of Hathersage, Derbyshire, England, weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds, he is the reigning Extreme Chaos Champion… the “Deathmatch Bastard”, TOAN!!! He stands just outside the curtains of the entrance way, looking out at the people in attendance with a crazed grin… Toan raises his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the entranceway to erupt! As they then die down before Toan lows his arms and walks down the aisle, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur… Toan reaches the apron before sliding into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure. Toan then hops down and leans in his corner for the match to start. JH: Both these men are definitely great wrestlers, but the advantage lies with Bill Kuriyama, as Toan is used to fighting in no rules environments, but this although both titles are on the line, this match is a standards FIW Rules match, which puts Toan is some unfamiliar territories. CM: But, you cannot forget, I’ve seen Toan in standard rules matches, he does have wrestling skill, he isn’t just the ruthless Deathmatch Bastard that you may think, Toan does have previous Martial Arts experience, and British Technical Wrestling Training. Joe Johnson after checking both wrestlers for weapons, goes to the center of the ring as the Toronto fans cheer. Johnson holds up both belts in the air, the IC in the left, the ECC in the right as both men eye up to the belts. Johnson then hands the belts over to a ring official as both men change their eye directions and eye each other down. Johnson takes a final look back and forth to both men before signaling for the bell, and as it is heard, both men move in towards the centre of the ring. Right off the bat both men tie-up in an elbow-collar grapple, Toan tries to be wise by taking a step to the side, hoping BK would move forward from the velocity of his own strength, but BK is ready for that and stops himself as Toan comes forward with Knifehand Chop. Sending BK back a step only to step forward with a Knifehand Chop of his own. JH: Too stiff chops from both men to start off this match. This provokes both men to exchange some words as it looks like they are agreeing on having a stiff contest, Toan comes forward with another Knifehand Chop to Kuriyama’s chest, and he goes to do the same, but Toan counts grabbing his arm and twisting into an Armwrench. Kuriyama quickly adjusts to his opponent quick grapple, and goes to counter with his own Reverse elbow, only to have Toan quickly react to the strike switching up into a Wristlock and also pushing Bill Kuriyama towards the nearby ropes. BK then tries to use the ropes by pulling himself into them dragging Toan with him, as Toan once again counters into a Hammerlock. Toan applies pressure as BK again goes to break out, this time succeeding with the big reverse elbow, sending Toan back and off of the International Champion. Bill doesn’t stop there, he comes forward right as he gets Toan off of him with a quick kick to Toan’s chest, and then another to his knee, sending Toan quickly down to the canvas on one knee, BK then finally sends his opponent down flat to the canvas with a quick striking knee to his opponent’s face. JH: Toan starts off the match looking strong with various counters and chain wrestling maneuvers, but Bill Kuriyama comes back with two quick kicks and a knee strike to send Toan down to the canvas. CM: Toan’s been hit by worse, no knee strike is going to keep him down. Toan is holding his face, but is slowly getting back up to his feet as BK comes forward striking with a quick forearm smash to the back of Toan, but he fights through it as BK comes up with a European Uppercut, sending Toan back into the ropes, BK then comes forward looking for s rising knee into Toan’s gut, and connects as Toan doubles over holding his stomach for some air. BK then goes to send Toan all the way back down to the canvas with a Roundhouse Kick, but he is stopped short by Toan who grabs BK’s leg and trips him down to the canvas. Toan then grapevines his leg around Kuriyama’s right leg, as he turns his opponent’s ankle awkwardly for the Ankle Lock. CM: Toan counters a Roundhouse Kick into a Grapevine Ankle Lock! Bill Kuriyama knows that tapping is not an option, and doesn’t look like he plans to do it either as Joe Johnson moves in just to make sure. BK then begins to kick off of Toan with his left leg, as Toan loses some grip because of this, Kuriyama manages to turn and gets the better usage of his left leg because of this, he goes to completely kick Toan off, but he lets go of the grapevine and stands up grabbing both of BK’s legs, Toan goes and begins to turn BK around, but he uses both legs to knock Toan off and backwards into the corner as BK gets back up to his feet and goes over to the corner with a huge Knifehand Chop so stiff, that it gets the fans going. [align=center]WOOOOOOOO!!![/align] Bill then comes forward with a quick stiff Roundhouse Kick that connects to Toan’s ribs, he then kneels over holding his ribs as BK notices the perfect positioning, and goes for a connects with a quick Snap Suplex! JH: That is what Bill Kuriyama is known for his Suplexes, don’t be surprised if by the end of this match you see the fans scream out and cheer for the amazing moves BK pulls off. CM: Yeah, whatever you say. Bill then gets up back to his feet as he brings up Toan with him. Toan gains a sudden burst of energy as he quickly hits a Rough Toe Kick throwing BK off guard, and then turns around quickly hitting a Snapmare chaining it into a Chinlock. Bill Kuriyama begins to slowly fight through the Chin Lock and connects with a reverse elbow to give him space to move up and throw Toan off of him. Toan then rolls around quickly to BK’s back and grabs him for a Waist Lock. Kuriyama quickly moves forward to the ropes and grabs them to try and force Toan off of him. Toan doesn’t give, and BK tries to hit some back kicks to get Toan off his waist, but he still doesn’t give BK and inch, BK then lets go of the ropes trying to elbow his way out of the Waist Lock, but Toan quickly pulls backwards hitting a German Suplex and releasing BK to the canvas. BK slowly tries to rise as he hits the canvas, but Toan tries to assure that his opponent stays down on the canvas with a vicious soccer kick to BK’s ribs. BK collapses back down to the canvas for a second before slowly moving towards the ropes to try and leverage himself back up, before Toan once again hits a vicious soccer kick this time to BK’s back. CM: Bill Kuriyama looks helpless on the canvas as Toan continues to send him back down with the soccer-like kicks. JH: That’s not very sportsman-like conduct. CM: I’m sorry Jonathan, what would you like Toan to do, give the man tea, and brush off his bruises and pains? JH: I’m not saying that… CM: Yeah shut up! BK is nearing the ropes to only be disappointed again as Toan his another vicious soccer kick, this time to BK’s face, as he rolls around on the canvas near the ropes in pain. Toan nears his opponent again, but BK finally manages to grab the bottom rope and leverage himself back up to his feet slowly, but as he does so Toan grabs around his waist from behind in a Waist Lock again, this time looking to take BK back to the canvas, but he is unsuccessful as Kuriyama grabs up to the top rope with all his strength preventing Toan from doing anything. Toan tries to pull BK off the ropes, and suddenly it seems as if BK allows Toan to pull himself off the ropes as Toan rolls backwards in a maneuver looking a lot like a German Suplex, but Bill Kuriyama rolls through somehow and manages to drag up Toan’s legs in a quick pin as Joe Johnson sees this and as quickly as possible slides down to the canvas to count. [align=center]1… 2… NO!!! TOAN POPS UP AND OUT OF THE QUICK PIN AT TWO!!![/align] CM: Whoa, I got scared there a second, that pin came out of no where, but Toan kicks out none-the-less. Only seconds after the failed pin attempt, BK goes right back after Toan and catches him off guard with a quick Sweeping Kick, tripping the “Deathmatch Bastard” down to the canvas. BK then grabs Toan around the neck pulling him up and quickly dropping him down to the canvas with a basic Front Suplex. He holds onto Toan’s neck and lifts him up in a vertical position, he then releases Toan’s neck with his other arm, and allows Toan to fall forward, and position him in mid-air to fall onto his back hitting the canvas hard. JH: A Front Suplex and then straight into a Rolling Release Suplex from Bill Kuriyama! Toan lies on the canvas after the hard bump, and Kuriyama returns the soccer kicks that Toan gave him earlier by kicking his opponent directly into the ribs to keep him down on the canvas. Toan stays down on the canvas rolling in some pain as BK lifts him up off the canvas again, putting his head under Toan’s arm, he clutches Toan in a Belly-to-Belly looking Suplex, before flipping Toan back and over with a Northern Lights Suplex. JH: Beautiful Northern Lights Suplex perform by Bill Kuriyama, and he is slowly walking away with this match with these recent Suplexes. CM: Yeah… yeah… look! BK, instead of bridging back for a pin, floats over Toan’s body and stands up going for another Northern Light Suplex, he goes for the Belly-to-Belly before flipping Toan back again… NO! REVERSAL! Toan counters up into a high impact DDT crashing BK’s head into the canvas. CM: Toan reverses it into a DDT, and both men are out in this interbrand match-up! Joe Johnson watches both men limp around on the ground in the ring looking to climb to their feet as they reach for the ropes for some leverage. Both men seem clueless in the ring and very dazed as Johnson begins to count for the double count-out. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4…[/align] As Johnson reaches four, both men are stirring around towards the ropes as they both reach the bottom rope of opposite sides of the ring at the same time and slowly begin to use them to leverage themselves up to their feet. Before Joe Johnson could continue to count, Toan reaches two feet, as does BK, neither looks up as the lean against the rope regaining some energy. It is only a few seconds before both men look up at one another, and look surprised that the other is up, but no wasting time for either as they charge to the center of the ring, crashing in the middle as Toan lets a stiff Knifehand Chop go into the chest of BK, which sends him backwards a few steps only to receive another stiff chop, and yet again it happens as yet another thwack-sounding chop connects with BK’s chest. The third chop sends BK back towards the ropes behind him as Toan jumps toward him again and grabs his head in a Headlock. Toan holds the Headlock with his left arm before bringing around his right hand and unloading with a series of stiff closed-fist punches. Toan continuously connects with the forehead of the International Champion as BK begins to grab the ropes to try and escape the Headlock. JH: Hey, that’s a closed-fist! This isn’t a garbage promotion… or an ECC match! CM: Ouch, that one hurt Jonathan, but it isn’t our fault TNTers can’t take the sight of blood or pain, well expect for a few who actually have had balls in the past to enter the Extreme Chaos Division. JH: Hey, I resent that, but either way Joe Johnson has to break the illegal hold and punches! CM: Well you got to understand this, Johnson is a little inexperience, I would be surprised if he didn’t know what the difference between legal and illegal is! Finally after some damage is down, Toan is forced off of BK by Joe Johnson, as Kuriyama rolls out of the ring walking around the outside to regain some composure as he holds his head in some pain. Joe Johnson is busy having a small chat with Toan in the ring about that last illegal maneuver, before Toan just cold shoulders him and slides to the outside of the ring to go after his opponent. JH: Watch out BK! BK isn’t paying attention as he holds his face still in some pain, as Toan rushes him from behind with Running Bulldog, smashing BK down to the padded concrete floor in front of the fans separated by the WWE-like barricades. Toan then picks up BK from the ground and goes to Irish Whip him, but BK manages to overcome the Irish Whip and reverse it throwing Toan into the nearby steel ring steps. CM: This match might get hardcore! JH: First of all you’re just hoping for Toan to get an easy win, nope not in this match! Secondly, BK isn’t a hardcore maniac that you are accustomed to everyone on Slam! being, BK is unique, he may use outside objects to win a match with his wrestling abilities, but he’d never use random trash and weapons just to see his opponent suffer. CM: Sheesh, you don’t got to give a speech about it. BK moves over to the downed Toan near the steel steps, and lifts him up moving him away from the steps and more out in the open. BK then bends Toan forward before hooking his arms back, he then places his own arms under Toan’s elbows on top of his back, like an axe-handle. BK then lifts Toan upside-down in a vertical position, he then releases his arms from Toan’s, falling back and shifting Toan to his right side as he flips over and connects with the padded concrete flooring with a thud. JH: Beautifully executed Double Underhook Suplex, also known as the Butterfly Suplex to some others, but it doesn’t matter what you call it, it was still done perfectly! BK then grabs Toan up from the ground and slides him back into the ring. He himself then jumps up onto the apron and back into the ring going back over to his opponent who is crawling and trying to get up to his feet. BK comes up from behind Toan and hits a stiff kick into his back. He then comes forward to Toan hitting another stiff kick. Toan then falls to the ground in some pain as BK covers up for the pin as Joe Johnson comes sliding down to the canvas to count. JH: This might be it! [align=center]1… 2… NO!!! TOAN GETS A SHOULDER UP AFTER TWO!!![/align] CM: Yeah, might be it, my ass! BK jumps off of Toan after the failed pin attempted wasting no time going after the Extreme Chaos Champion. Toan begins to slowly get up as BK comes over with a stiff chop to his chest sending him back down. He then lifts Toan off the canvas shoving him into the nearby ropes, as Toan comes forward with a stiff chop of his own. Toan then grabs BK from the front and Scoop Slams him down to the canvas, he then slides into BK with a Front Facelock. Kuriyama instantly tries to strike his way out of Toan’s Facelock, but comes up empty as Toan lets BK go for a second and slams his head down hard to the canvas. Toan then lifts BK to his feet and instantly goes for a Trapezoid Pressure Point Press. CM: Toan is quick to come back and is now looking for a Trapezoid Pressure Point Press from behind! Toan connects slamming BK down to the canvas hard and chaining it into a Double Knee Rear Chinlock, applying plenty of pressure to the International Champion. BK beginnings grabbing toward the nearby ropes coming up empty as his opponent continues to press back on his chin. BK continues to reach toward the ropes and after a few more seconds in the Double Knee Rear Chinlock, he finally grabs the nearby middle rope as Toan despite knowing what he has to do, continues to apply pressure in the lock. Joe Johnson gets ready to count for the DQ and Toan still continues the lock. JH: Break the hold! CM: Ah, ha, ha! Joe Johnson finally begins to count up to five for the DQ. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4… TOAN BREAKS THE HOLD JUST BEFORE FIVE!!![/align] JH: About time! Toan lets go of BK getting up and moving a few steps back away from the rope as Joe Johnson warns him and the crowd boos at the ECC. As Joe Johnson pulls away from Toan, BK begins to slowly use the ropes to get back up to his feet, but Toan sends him back down with a quick soccer-like kick to BK’s ribs. He then brings Kuriyama up to his two feet on the canvas before Irish Whipping him to the nearby corner as BK connects hard with the turnbuckles. Toan then moves over to his opponent squaring him up in the corner before unleashing a quick and stiff Knifehand Chop which causes BK to hold his chest in some pain, before Toan sets him up in the corner again unleashing another stiff Knifehand Chop. Once again he squares BK up before letting go another hard Knifehand Chop, this one causes BK to fall flat to the canvas holding his now red chest in pain. CM: WOOOO! Those chops are freaking vicious Hitchen! JH: Indeed they are Chip, this match is definitely living up to its expectations, that I can say with all honesty. Toan lifts up BK back up against the corner turnbuckles as he then unleashes a set of Mudhole Stomps taking BK down to a sitting un-defendable position in the corner before Toan switches up into Boot Scrapes. After a few more seconds, Toan finally lets up and brings BK up to his feet towards the center of the ring. He then once again Irish Whips BK, this time into the opposite ropes allowing BK to bounce back and when he reaches Toan, he flings his opponent into the air, flapjacking him, and on the way down, Toan X-Factors his opponent ala CIMA! CM: Sky High Facebust-ah! JH: Toan’s going for a cover, but this can’t be it… could it!? Toan hooks up BK’s leg as Joe Johnson slides down to the canvas counting up towards three. [align=center]1… 2… 3… NO!!! KURIYAMA GETS AN ARM UP AT 2.8888!!![/align] JH: A close count, but close isn’t enough! Toan gets up a little angered that BK didn’t just stay down for the extra tenth or so of a second, but he gets up wasting no time bringing his opponent up to his feet with a third Irish Whip, this time a hard one into the corner. Toan then stalks BK in the opposite corner waiting for him to get back up to his feet after the hard hit into the turnbuckles. BK takes his time to regain some energy and composure as he slowly rising up to his feet with help from the turnbuckles and the ropes. As BK is practically up to his feet, suddenly Toan unleashes his speed toward the corner where BK is, and is looking for a huge Spear and connects… BUT WITH THE RINGPOST AS BK MOVES OUT OF THE WAY THE LAST SECOND! CM: OUCH! JH: Bill Kuriyama moves out of the way of Toan’s big Spear and he goes directly into the ring post hitting his right shoulder! Toan is still between two turnbuckles against the post in pain as BK comes up from behind pulling him off the post and leaning back for a huge German Suplex, bridging up for the pin as Johnson sees the bridge and slides down to count on the canvas. [align=center]1… 2… 3…. NO!!! TOAN GETS OUT OF THE GERMAN SUPLEX BRIDGE IN THE NICK OF TIME AT 2.9999!!![/align] JH: OH MY GOD! What a close call! CM: He made the right call though, Toan just barely got out of that German Suplex pin attempt. BK gets up un-angered, but obviously thinking that, that had to be a three count. But none-the-less, he goes back after Toan lifting him from behind. BK then puts his head under Toan’s arm, lifting him up with his arms wrapped around his torso, BK then falls backwards slamming Toan down flat on the canvas hitting a perfectly executed Belly-to-Back Suplex. BK then gets up and hits a sliding kick into Toan’s side knocking him over after the huge suplex. JH: SUPLEX-AHH!!! BK then lifts Toan up once again from behind, this time quickly applying a double chicken wing with Toan’s arms, lifting him up and backwards hitting a… JH: TIGER SUPLEX-AHH!!! CM: SHUT UP-AHH!!! THIS IS GETTING OLD-AHH!!! DON’T YOU FANS FIND THAT HEARING THIS EVERY TUESDAY IS ANNOYING-AHH!!! JH: Yeah, and like listening to your crappy voice every Monday is any fun for the fans? BK then gets up as the fans are going crazy after he goes on a roll hitting some nice moves, he then lifts up Toan once more this time bring him up high with one arm, BK then quickly underhooks his opponent’s arm as he jumps up coming down hard to the mat smashing Toan’s head right into the canvas as Toan hits and goes out cold as the fans in the Air Canada Centre go nuts! JH: BKPLEX ’04!!! CM: No way! BK then hooks up Toan’s leg for a pin as Joe Johnson slides down to the canvas to count up. [align=center]1… 2… 3… YES!!! BK RETAINS THE IC AND IS THE NEW ECC CHA… WAIT, NO!!! JOE JOHNSON SIGNALS THE TWO AS TOAN SHOULDERS OUT OF THE PIN AT LITERALLY 2.999999!!![/align] JH: HOW IN THE HELL!?!? CM: TOAN SHOULDER GOT UP AT THE LAST SECOND HOLY CRAP! BK cannot believe it either was he starts at his eyes and runs both hands back to his head and through his hair as neither can the fans believe that Toan got out of the pin. BK gets back up to his feet as he goes over to Toan who catches BK off guard with an eye gouge sending BK backwards in some pain giving Toan time to regain energy and jumps back up to his feet. Toan then comes forward with a Karate Throat Thrust and then a quick Roundhouse Kick to BK’s side. Toan then comes forward towards BK with a quick and stiff Knifehand Chop sending BK back into the ropes behind him. Toan then comes with another Knifehand Chop into BK’s already red chest almost sending him over the ropes. But out of no where, BK comes forward with a Knifehand Chop of his own, and then a Roundhouse Kick to Toan’s side of his own as both men stare each other down in some pain. JH: Look into the eyes of Toan and Bill Kuriyama, neither one of these men plan to back down, each with the International and Extreme Chaos Championships on their minds. Toan quick ends the stare down coming forward with an open handed slap to BK’s face that gets the jeers from the fans. BK then comes forward with a slap of his own to Toan’s face, and then a kick to Toan’s shin. And thus it begins… CM: Who will back down or get knocked out first!? [align=center]OPEN HANDED SLAP TO BK’S FACE FROM TOAN. BK COMES BACK WITH A STIFF CHOP OF HIS OWN. TOAN COMES FORWARD WITH AN OPEN HAND SLAP TO BK’S CHEST. BK RETALIATES WITH AN OPEN HANDED SLAP TO TOAN’S FACE. SLAP TO BK’S FACE! SLAP TO TOAN’S FACE! SLAP TO BK’S FACE! SLAP TO TOAN’S FACE![/align] CM: HOLY SHIT! JH: WHEN WILL THIS END!? Neither man backs down as BK comes forward with another slap to Toan’s face, and then another, and another, but Toan out of nowhere comes up with a quick Headbutt busting both men open a little with blood, and send BK a step or two backwards, Toan then sees the opening and unleashes on his opponent with Misawa-style Forearms. One after another sending BK down to the canvas. Toan then quickly brings BK back just to quickly send him back down with a huge DDT, face planting BK to the canvas. Toan then covers up the out cold body of Bill Kuriyama as Joe Johnson gets down to the canvas for the pin. [align=center]1… 2… 3… YES!!! TOAN IS THE NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAM… NO!!! BK KICKED OUT AT 2.9999!!![/align] CM: NO FREAKING WAY! JH: YES FREAKING WAY! BK managed to kick out just before three! Toan cannot believe that BK kicked out just before three. Toan runs his hands over his face whipping some sweat and the blood from the vicious headbutt off. He then gets up and slowly brings BK with him, shoving him into the nearby corner leaning him against the turnbuckles. Toan then hops over Kuriyama on to the ring post and then turns him around. Toan then wraps his arm around BK’s head looking to pull him up the turnbuckles with him. JH: What the hell is Toan going for here!? CM: Looks like he wants a more vicious DDT, he’s going for a DDT off the top rope! Toan begins lifting BK up as the fans jeer and he gets ready to hit a DDT off the top rope! BUT NO! BK is trying to fight back with swift open handed lefts and rights to Toan’s gut. This causes Toan to lose his grip around BK’s neck, also allowing BK to fall to his feet on the canvas. Toan almost falls back and out of the ring, but BK saves him bringing his arm around Toan’s neck, and unloading with stiff chops and elbows. After a few seconds of striking, BK begins to climb up the turnbuckles toward the top with his arm still around Toan’s neck. BK then balances himself and goes to underhook his arm, BK then locks his arm and lifts up Toan from the turnbuckle. BK stalls for a few seconds on the turnbuckle, AND THEN JUMPS OFF DRIVING TOAN TO THE CANVAS WITH A BRAINBUSTER AS THE FANS GO WILD!!! JH: THE UNDISPUTED TRUTH!!! BKPLEX ’04 OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! CM: NO! NO! BK hooks up Toan’s leg as Joe Johnson slides to the canvas ready to count up as the fans chant the numbers with him. [align=center]1… 2… 3… YES!? NO!? YES!!! *DING, DING, DING*[/align] JH: HE DID IT, HE DID IT! CM: NO FUCKING WAY! Michael Anderson: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE REIGNING INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, AND NEW EXTREME CHAOS CHAMPION, BILL KURIYAMA!!! CM: NO! NO! JH: Slam!’s in one bad situation as now TWO of their belts are in the possession of Bill Kuriyama, all they have left is the FIW World Championship! CM: Bull shit, that was Toan’s match, dammit! BK grabs both titles and raises them in the air so the fans can cheer, as he limps out of the ring with sweat and minimal blood dripping down his face as he walks back towards the curtains to get backstage. 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, arm out-stretched to take in the love from her people. However, she's greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd. Kennedy rolls her eyes at their inability to make up their mind, setting off for the ring. MA: The following sudden death triple threat contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Dual Crown Championship! Introducing first, the challengers! First from Los Angeles, California… KEEENNNEEEDDDYYY!!!!! TM: Oh my good God! What is she wearing, Jonathan! JH: Not much, I can say that. TM: That's smart of Kennedy. Considering Swytch's fascination with her, well cloud his mind with naughty thoughts. JH: Yeah, it'd be smart if Swytch didn't want to rip her head off! She hops her rear onto the apron, turning onto her hands and knees to crawl underneath the bottom rope, casting a look back at those who don't have a shot with what they're looking at. She climbs to her feet, heading to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up for the photo op. She drops back to the canvas, backing into one of the corners furthest from the entrance, awaiting her opponents. TM: Swytch does not want to rip her off, Jonathan! Swytch wants to put his he-- JH: Don't even finish that sentence! I don't want to know what things you fantasize about in your bed. TM: Fair enough. We're looking at the next Dual Crown Champion right there. Isn't it great? JH: The match hasn't even started yet. And there's three people in the match, not just one. [align=center]We fade to black as static comes over the PA followed by a raio styled voiceover as the intro to "We Major by Fort Minor" hits the PA AND NOW FOR OUR FEATURE PRESENTATION The TNTtron flickers into life, first with static but before we know it we are hovering over the skyline of a huge modern styled city HISTORY IN THE MAKING, MOST INCREDIBLY We swoop down at break neck speed towards the ground ducking and diving in between the various modernly styled buildings that litter this urban metropolis LADIES AND GENTLEMAN We burst passed building after building glass shattering and falling to the floor as we accelerate towards the end of the road YOU ARE NOT READY we screech to a grinding halt as we're met with a massive crowd they stand defiant in front a giant wall of monitors that presents a visible representation of the lyrical smackdown that's being beamed to the live audience. COZ THIS RIDE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN At the very front of that massive crowd stands one man, head bowed hands raised high above his head, a deafening base shudders through the PA live in the arena. SIT DOWN AND BUCKLE IT IN Slowly the man lifts his head to reveal that trademark smirk, the wall of monitors behind him burn the retinas of all those within distance. FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT WANNA KNOW WHAT WERE ALL ABOUT Explosions shoot up from behind the wall of monitors engulfing everything in flames. IT'S LIKE THIS YALL Flames engulf the monsrous wall of monitors as it displays that unmistakable logo, that representation of the best that's ever done it. ![]() The crowd go absolutely nuts as "There They Go by Fort Minor" shakes the arena to it's very foundations, chaotic scenes as fans rush the event security trying to get as close as they can to the upcoming greatness, the security buckle and sway under the intense pressure but being the good lil steel barriers they are they stand firm. Forget about all the things you heard before 'Bout time that we're kicking down the door Everybody's gonna hit the fuckin' floor Please Hype don't hurt them anymore The PPVtron still displays the logo..and then it happens there aren't enough decibels discovered that can describe the noise as the "number one draw" the "main event soldier" the "Hype" steps out onto the floor, the fans erupt and the roof is blown off of the arena! Carlos stands for a few moments surveying his empire title belt held loosley in his hand slung low at his side. The fans chant his name and Carlos proceeds to take the long walk to the ring, chants of "HYPE HYPE HYPE" puncture the deafening base. So just listen up there powder-puff Better believe I'm not playing You can love, you can hate But don't mistake it everybody's saying it Carlos swaggers towards the ring trash talking as he goes he reaches the ring and hops right onto the ring apron, he walks to his left that unnerving aura of confidence exhumes from every pore, he stands defiantly on his ring apron smack talking his fans, He steps through the middle and top rope and into the ring he proceeds over to the nearest turnbuckle fans chanting his name, Carlos bows his head and raises his fists in the air title belt grasped in his hand being shown in all its glory as "There They Go" begins to fade, leaving only the crowd and there deafening noise.[/align] MA: And weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, from Detroit Michigan… he is the Ultimate Endurance Champion… CARLOS "THE HYPE" KAAAANNNEEE!!!! JH: He is the Ultimate Endurance Champion but it's not his gold on the line tonight! He's looking for the big one tonight. TM: Imagine if the Hype was the first man to hold both the Dual Crown Championship and Ultimate Endurance Championship at the same time! That's stuff legends are made of! JH: It certainly wouldn't look bad on his resume, that's for sure. But he's gotta get through the champion… and I'm curious what Kennedy would do if Carlos tried to score a pinfall here tonight. TM: Are you insinuating that they're gonna have a falling out tonight?! JH: You're damn right! [align=center]The house lights drop and smoke billows out onto the floor as the opening chords to "The Outsider" are strummed out into the arena. A dim glow peeks through the smoke and begins to pulse with the beat. "Help me if you can It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired So could you please..." The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a figure appears in the entry way amidst the smoke and pulsing lights. The figure wades through the smoke and stops causing the crowd to cheer for the painted man before them...Swytch. The lights reflect off the Dual Crown belts, making them sparkle in the mass of light and smoke. Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires[/align] MA: Making his way to the ring from Mission, Texas! He weighs in at two-hundred and thirty pounds! The Dual Crown Champion… SSSWWWWYYYYTTCCCHHH!! [align=center]Staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin. He treads down the aisle and a few feet from the ring, he tosses the GHC and SoH belts into the ring for the referee to take care of. He breaks into a sprint that last couple of feet and slides under the bottom rope into the ring.[/align] Carlos and Kennedy both have the bright idea to nail him upon his entry but Swytch anticipates it! He is on his feet quicker than they expected, taking them both down with a double clothesline! The champ is immediately on the Hype, slugging away at the man that sneak attacked him just five days ago! JH: And we're off already! Carlos and Kennedy trying to steal the advantage from the start but that was not to be! TM: Swytch can't do that! The bell hadn't even rung! JH: It has now! Get over it! Swytch continues to battering away at the Hype, who has his arms up to deflect the majority of the blows. Thankfully Kennedy comes from behind and clubs Swytch over the head! Swytch barely registers the blow except for turning his attention onto the "love of his life". Kennedy startles at his no-selling and quickly begins to back off! JH: Uh-oh! Not a smart move, Kennedy. TM: She should've done something that packed a little more punch! That's just what she has in mind! Kennedy fires a right hand upside Swytch's face but it's caught! As Kennedy panics to come up with an alternate plan of attack Swytch is already maneuvering her towards the ropes where he dumps the woman to the outside! JH: Kennedy taking a fall to the outside! TM: See! Swytch doesn't even want to hurt her! JH: Swytch is smart, Thomas! Despite your thinking, Swytch realizes the disadvantage he's at. He's gotta keep it one-on-one if he has any chance of surviving. Swytch turns back on Carlos just as the Hype gets back to his feet and LEVELS SWYTCH WITH A CLOTHESLINE! The velocity takes both men down to the canvas, Carlos floating over into a cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT!!![/align] JH: Carlos going for an early cover there! Swytch was able to get out of it. TM: That was one stiff lariat, Jonathan! Carlos hoists Swytch back up to his feet, firing a closed fist upside Swytch's white face followed by a sharp knee into the stomach! By the wrist he drags Swytch INTO A HARD SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!! But he doesn't let go! Hype drags Swytch back up, CLOTHESLINING HIM A SECOND TIME-- NO! Swytch ducks the blow and SUFFERS A STIFF BACK ELBOW TO THE NOSE!! TM: Ooh! And blood is already split tonight! JH: That caught Swytch right in the bridge of his nose! Indeed it did. Blood begins to trickle from Swytch's nose as he stumbles back from the blow. Carlos stays on Swytch, not giving him a minute to breath as he sends an open-hand strike right into Swytch's nose! Carlos spins CRACKING SWYTCH ACROSS THE JAW WITH A BACKHAND!! JH: Man! Carlos is bringing the strikes here tonight. TM: That's what the Hype brings to the table! Stiff strikes and submissions! Carlos grabs Swytch by the scruff of his neck, dragging him up as he applies a double underhook. Carlos drives two vicious knees into the sternum of Swytch before popping his hips and THROWING SWYTCH OVER WITH A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX!!! Carlos, once again, floats over into a cover. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT BY SWYTCH!!![/align] JH: Another cover by Carlos but Swytch kicked his way out of that one too! TM: Swytch is starting to look bad out here. Getting his ass beat! JH: Carlos only got the jump on him because Kennedy had Swytch's attention. Like you said, Thomas, it's a handicap match! TM: Hey! Kennedy is staying out of it! Look! With Carlos in firm control, Kennedy is keeping her distance. She remains outside the ring, watching the battle rage on. She does stop to yelling at some fans who tell her she should be in the ring. Carlos picks Swytch back up, grabbing him in a tight waistlock before THROWING HIM OVER WITH A GERMAN-- NO!! Swytch locks his feet around Hype's before sending some elbows back into Hype's face! Carlos relinquishes the hold-- NO! He sends a knee into Swytch's spine and LAUNCHES HIM WITH THE GERMAN!! NOOO!!!! Swytch does a full flip, landing on his feet! He runs at Carlos, PUSHING HIM HEAD-FIRST OUT OF THE RING AND INTO THE AUDIENCE BARRICADE!! JH: OH MY GOD! The top of Carlos' head crashed right into the barricade! TM: WHAT?! He could've killed him! TC leaps from the ring to make sure that didn't happen. It didn't! TC jumps back into the ring just as Kennedy does, unbeknownst to Swytch. Kennedy leaps onto Swytch's back, RAKING HIS EYES!! Blinded, Swytch stumbles around RIGHT INTO A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK THAT CRACKS OFF HIS SKULL!!! Kennedy drops onto Swytch, hooking a leg and grapevining the other! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! ANOTHER KICK-OUT FROM SWYTCH!!![/align] JH: Yes! Swytch is still alive! Kennedy can't believe it! She screams out, pushing him back down to the canvas as she hooks his leg again! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT FROM SWYTCH!!![/align] Kennedy pounds on the mat, forcing herself back to her feet. She marches over to the turnbuckle, pulling herself up to the top as Swytch climbs to his feet. The champ turns around AS KENNEDY COMES OFF THE ROPES WITH A CROSSBODY! SWYTCH CATCHES HER!! Kennedy panics just as Swytch BREAKS HER BACK OVER HIS KNEE!! He stands again, swinging her legs around… to the mat? Yes, stands her next to him on the mat before PULLING HER DOWN IN A REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!!! JH: ONE SECOND OF INSANITY! Swytch is fighting back into this one, Thomas! TM: It won't last! I can't last! Swytch glances around to see Carlos Kane not even moving on the outside. That's good news for the champ. He covers Kennedy now! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK OUT FROM KENNEDY!!![/align] Swytch doesn't throw a hissy like Kennedy. Instead he just drags her back to her feet, whipping her off the ropes! Swytch lowers his head too soon, allowing Kennedy to run through with a TORNADO DDT!!! TM: Told ya! Kennedy's gonna own him! Kennedy celebrates that move to a chorus of boos from the crowd, which piss her off. So she turns back on Swytch. She drags him up and applies a headlock on him. She signals for the end before sprinting across the ring and ENDING UP SMACKING FACE-FIRST OFF THE TURNBUCKLE AS SWYTCH SHOVES HER OFF!! JH: Bulldog attempt blocked by Swytch! Kennedy stumbles backwards into Swytch's grasp! He throw her arm over his neck and SPINS OUT WITH A POWERBOMB!!! Swytch climbs up the turnbuckle, bringing the crowd to their feet as he splits on the turnbuckle, FLIPPING BACK INTO THE CANVAS AS KENNEDY ROLLS ASIDE!! JH: Split-legged moonsault missed! TM: Is that all you're gonna do throughout this match? JH: I'm the play-by-play commentator! TM: Oh! I thought I was! Kennedy skips into place, flipping over Swytch and rolling him up with an Oklahoma Roll-Up! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT!!![/align] Kennedy waits for Swytch to regain his footing before moving in with a clothesline that's ducked! Swytch grabs Kennedy by the head and runs her over the top rope, sending her out of the ring! JH: Kennedy landing at our feet! TM: Now there's no one in the ring but him! But that's a lie. Swytch didn't throw her from the ring for no reason. Carlos Kane has made his way to the apron, groggily pulling himself back into the ring as he shakes his head clear. Swytch pounces on him, sending a low dropkick upside his head! Carlos spirals across the canvas before even getting to his feet! Swytch crawls over to him, holding Carlos' face into the canvas as he begins battering knee after knee into him! JH: Good God! Swytch is really trying to concuss Carlos Kane here tonight! TM: Somebody stop this animal! Kennedy will. She climbs onto the apron, spring boarding off the top rope and FLYING INTO A CLOTHESLINE AS SWYTCH SPINS AROUND AND DELIVERS IT!!! Kennedy slams into the canvas and immediately rolls back out from whence she came! JH: Did you see that?! It was like Swytch had eyes in the back of his head! TM: Swytch is decimating these two at the same time! I never thought I'd say that! Swytch turns his attention back to Carlos walking right into a drop toe hold and lands Swytch face-first off the second turnbuckle pad! Carlos drags Swytch back, causing him to drop face-first into the canvas now! Carlos hooks up Swytch's leg and drops down into an STF hold! JH: A step-over crossface from Carlos! This isn't one of his regular submission holds! TM: He's a master at ALL submission holds! Swytch cries out from being twisted up in the hold, Carlos screaming out as he torques on Swytch's neck! TC gets right in Swytch's face, asking if he quits like a good referee should! Swytch doesn't even give him an answer, clawing at the mat as he tries to get to the ropes! TM: Swytch is gonna tap here! Here it comes! New champion! JH: I don't see anything that says Swytch is gonna let this be it! Swytch reaches out and clamps his hand on the bottom rope! TC tells Carlos to release the hold but he has no plans to do such! TC begins prying at Hype's arms before remembering he's got that five count… so he counts! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Carlos breaks the hold, shooting a glare in TC's direction as he gets off of the champ. Carlos backs up, holding his arms out at his side as TC warns him about bending the rules in his favor. Swytch uses the ropes to get to his feet. He spins around and runs full-force at Carlos… who ducks down, scooping Swytch up and PLANTING HIM WITH A POWERBOMB before springing back up to his feet! TM: YES! Did you see that? Huh? Did you see that, my nigga! JH: Your… what? TM: The H-Bomb! Hype brings the shizz when he out! JH: That was impressive. A powerbomb out of a running attack. Carlos has a grin on his face now, liking his odds right now. Swytch down on the canvas, Kennedy no where to be seen. He lays his back across Swytch's chest, hooking up a leg! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NOOO!! SWYTCH REVERSES INTO A CRADLE!!! ONE!!! TWO!!!!! THREEE!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!![/align] TM: OH! Thank goodness! Hype kicked out! JH: A lazy cover from the Ultimate Endurance Champion and it almost cost him! Both men get back to their feet, Carlos in a fit of rage! He runs at Swytch who ducks his clothesline attempt! Both men spin to face one another THROWING DUAL ROUNDHOUSE KICKS THAT CONNECT!!! JH: UGH! STIFF ROUNDHOUSE STRIKES!!! TM: They're both down!! Seeing stars! TC checks both men, making sure that they're still breathing and they are. Good news if you're Swytch or Carlos! JH: Sudden death here, referee can't go for a count-out. TM: We're gonna be here all night! No we won't. Kennedy ducks in under the bottom rope, glancing between both men before running and covering Swytch! The crowd boo as she hooks his leg, a smile on her face. JH: No! Come on! TM: Sudden death, Jonathan! You said it! Tony Clarke makes the count! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!! NOO!!! SWYTCH KICKS OUT!!![/align] Kennedy can't believe it! The crowd can't believe it! Tony Clarke can't believe! Well, no one there can believe it! She sprints off the ropes and runs full-force INTO A KNEE THAT SWYTCH DRIVES INTO HER MID-SECTION!! Kennedy does a full flip on impact, crashing down into the canvas as Swytch gets back to his feet! He moves towards Kennedy AND GETS ROLLED UP WITH A SCHOOL BOY FROM CARLOS!!! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT FROM SWYTCH!!![/align] JH: Neither Kennedy or Carlos able to score the pinfall on Swytch there. TM: Both men are shaking off those roundhouses. Those are some thick skulls! Carlos pulls Swytch to his feet, going behind with a waistlock. He tries that German again but Swytch once again counters. Swytch goes behind this time. Carlos blocks any German attempts but that's not what Swytch wants to do! He sends an elbow upside Hype's head and yanks it back into an inverted facelock! Swytch powers Carlos up into a vertical inverted suplex! The crowd watch in awe as Swytch keeps him up in the air for seemingly ever. TM: Oh my my my your momma!! Swytch twists DROPPING CARLOS DOWN INTO THE CANVAS!! He stands back up getting his knee booted out from under him! Kennedy backs off the ropes and flips over Swytch's head, grabbing his head in a neckbreaker! She spins around, grabbing his legs and flips into a pin! JH: There's a bridge! TM: Such wrestling knowledge, Jonathan! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NO! KICK OUT!!![/align] Kennedy rolls out onto the apron as Swytch springs to his feet! Kennedy holds her hand out, asking Swytch to stay back. Yeah, like that's gonna happen! Swytch moves in but Carlos comes from behind, grabbing Swytch in a waistlock as he drives him forward! Kennedy uses the ropes to throw a head roundhouse kick that Swytch ducks AND CARLOS TAKES INSTEAD!! TM: Aaahhh!!! JH: I think that kick was meant for Swytch! Kennedy's mouth drops open as Carlos falls to the canvas! Swytch grabs Kennedy's head and drags her over the ropes, forcing her to perform a senton on Carlos! Swytch grabs her by the head once again and runs her out of the ring for the third time tonight! Swytch covers Carlos! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NO! A KICK-OUT!![/align] TM: Oh whew! JH: Man! Swytch can't catch a break! TM: WHAT?! What do you call what just happened?! JH: Well the match is still going, Thomas! That's not a break! Swytch gets back to his feet, dragging Carlos Kane with him. He grabs Carlos in a front face lock and hooks his arm up in a hammerlock… Carlos wiggles out of it though, startling Swytch! Carlos wipes Swytch towards himself, burying a knee in Swytch's gut! Carlos then drops to a knee, dragging by the back of the hair CRACKING SWYTCH'S SKULL ACROSS HIS KNEE!!! Carlos stumbles back into the corner, shaking his head clear and taking a moment to get a breath in. JH: Carlos using a variation of 2 Dope's famed finisher Die By The Rulz. TM: Was that just his finisher in NGIW? JH: I haven't a clue. TM: Great research, play-by-play man! Hype's moment of relaxation is rudely interrupted as Swytch is already getting back to his feet. Carlos moves in, faking Swytch out by going behind in another waistlock. Swytch prevents any German suplex attempts but doesn't prevent an elbow being buried where his shoulder and neck meet! Carlos then throws Swytch's arm over his neck and throws him over with a back suplex! NO! Swytch flips, landing on his feet! Carlos ducks! Huh? Just as Kennedy leaps off the turnbuckle, taking Swytch down to the canvas with a flying hurracanrana! JH: A HurraKennedy to Swytch! But wait a minute! Was that meant for Swytch or Carlos? TM: That's a good question! One I think the Hype is wondering himself. Kennedy gets back to her feet just as Carlos approaches her. His eyebrows are narrowed in rage as he yells at Kennedy, pointing the turnbuckle as he questions her motives. Kennedy is quick to defend her, pointing down at Swytch as she explains her case. She slaps Carlos on the chest, gesturing that they've got that same page understanding. TM: Uh-oh! Trouble in paradise, Jonathan! JH: Surely Carlos wouldn't lose his cool over this, right? TM: Ahem. Have you met Carlos Kane? Carlos THROWS KENNEDY DOWN TO THE CANVAS! Errr, no! He saved her! Carlos shoves Kennedy aside and smacks a right hand off of Swytch's face before he can nail Kennedy with whatever strike he had up his torn off sleeves! Swytch is right back into the Hype, throwing an elbow strike! The two batter back and forth with blows! Hype has a bright idea though and rears back MISSING THE BIGGEST RIGHT HAND IN THE WORLD™ as Swytch ducks! Swytch KNEES CARLOS IN THE SPINE and grabs his head, apply an inverted headlock! He signals for the end but tosses Carlos down to bury a foot into Kennedy's gut as she approaches! He rolls her around into an inverted headlock! JH: The Mind Fuck coming! He was gonna hit on Carlos but now is opting for the mastermind! TM: Are you calling Carlos Kane a puppet?! JH: You're damn right! But Kennedy pushes her feet off the canvas, flipping up onto Swytch's shoulder and DRIVING HIM DOWN WITH A REVERSE DDT!!! JH: A counter! Kennedy countered the Mind Fuck with a reverse DDT! Shades of Ultimo Dragon! TM: Did you see that?! What ability?! Shades of Ultimo Dragon? That was more like shades of the Matrix! How did she do that? Kennedy hurries up the turnbuckle, glancing over her shoulder for just a second to verify that Swytch isn't moving before she SNAPS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A LIGHTNING QUICK MOONSAULT that gets nothing but Swytch's knees in her stomach! Kennedy stumbles to her feet, holding her stomach in pain! Swytch takes the opportunity to roll her up with a school boy! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! CARLOS BREAKS IT UP!!![/align] JH: Swytch tried to capitalize on that moonsault counter but Carlos Kane was there to break it up! TM: It's what partners do! See that? They're partners! JH: Or what someone who wants the Dual Crown for himself would do! TM: Don't even think it! Carlos drags Swytch up and POPS an openhand blow into Swytch's sore nose, causing the champ to cuss like a sailor! Carlos doesn't relent digging a knee into Swytch's stomach before striking with a European uppercut! All this does is piss Swytch off who swings with all his might at nothing but air as Carlos ducks behind! He snatches Swytch up and THROWS HIM ONTO HIS NECK WITH A TIGER SUPLEX '85!! JH: THE FRANCHISE! CARLOS JUST NAILED THE FRANCHISE OUT OF NOWHERE!! TM: IT'S OVER! IT'S SO OVER!! Carlos goes for the cover-- WAIT! Kennedy rolls Carlos up with a school girl! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!! NOOO!!!!!!![/align] JH: Kennedy just tried to pin Carlos! TM: Wha?! Carlos just pops off his shoulders, his face stunned disbelief before transforming into pure rage. He climbs to his feet, to find Kennedy already standing. Kennedy's already shaking her head, talking her way out of it. But how the heck do you explain that? Carlos backs her into the ropes, snarling down at her ready to blow. Kennedy waves a hand at him before moving over to Swytch and making a cover on him now! [align=center]ONE! TWO!![/align] Obviously Carlos Kane drags Kennedy off of Swytch. Now it's Kennedy's turn to be pissed. But Carlos is still pissed so they're gonna have to be pissed off together. Kennedy says something to Carlos that we can't hear before CRACKING him across the cheek with a slap! She explains that she had Carlos down for the count! JH: Looks like some MAJOR dissension in the ranks. TM: Kennedy! Carlos! Kiss and make up! Come on! No kiss and make-up as Carlos no-sells the slap. Kennedy decides now might be a good time to worry but Carlos is already backing her up. He rears back and Kennedy ducks a huge right hand. She turns to defend herself when CARLOS CRACKS HIS HEAD AGAINST HERS!!! Or, rather Hype's skull is ran into her as Swytch causes the former partners to crack heads! Kennedy tumbles from the ring, laid out at ringside! Swytch drags Carlos back into an inverted facelock and DRILLS HIM WITH AN INVERTED EVENFLOW DDT! JH: THE MIND FUCK! SWYTCH JUST NAILED CARLOS WITH THE MIND FUCK! TM: He only wishes it was Kennedy on the receiving end! JH: Swytch has a cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!!! DING-DING-DING!!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner and STILL Dual Crown Champion… SSSWWWWYYTTCCHHH!!! The crowd goes crazy as 'The Outsider' reprises over the speakers and Tony Clarke raises Swytch's hand in victory! TC retrieves the titles from MA, handing them off to the cham |
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The big screen suddenly goes blank. Slowly lights begin to appear, trees are swaying in the wind and a doorway is visible. We look up to see a sign on the wall above the door. It's an off-white colour with the word "HOSPITAL" in red letters. A voice is heard, almost whispering in the wind. ???: I'm coming back. Back to Slam!. Don't believe everything you read. The lights start to fade, the wind appears to stop moving the trees and the door slams shut. We fade completely to black, seconds pass before we go back to ringside and the Slam! announce desk. KR: Coming up next after everything has happened tonight already, we come the main event. DV: It's Matt Impact versus Sean Madrox versus Hutch versus Jack Manson? CM: He isn’t back yet from the hospital! We'd have known if he was! It's Orion Oldriod in his place! KR: Looks like somebody's getting screwed in Canada, I wonder where we've heard that before? CC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Battle Royal for the FIW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! The lights in the arena dim suddenly, and a hush falls over the audience. Freddy Mercury's vocals fade in, as a gold spotlight races through the audience. [align=center]Tonight, I'm gonna have myself, a real good time, I feel ali-ii-ii-iive, And the wooooorld is turning inside ou-out, Yeah! I'm floating around, in ecstasy.......... So......[/align] At this point, golden sparks begin to fall from the rafters with a soft "Shhh", the initial stream timed perfectly with the next line. [align=center]Don't..... stop me now.... Don't stop me now..... Cause I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time![/align] Pyro cracks along the floor near the curtain, starting at the left and the right, and meeting in the middle. As they meet, a single huge explosion is let off, and the crowd cheer. [align=center]BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! BOOOM!!!![/align] As the smoke clears, Hutch can be seen in the smoke, jogging out onto the stage. He grins, and spins in a circle, holding his arms aloft. [align=center]I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping meeeeeeeeee![/align] Hutch struts down the aisle, slapping a few hands along the way, singing along to his music as he goes. As he goes, little golden sparklers fire up symmetrically out of some pyro contraptions along the entry way, only rising to about knee height. He pauses, grinning and pointing out to a "Hutch" sign in the audience, thumping his chest, before spinning around again in a circle. He reaches the ring and pauses, one foot on the apron, one arm holding the middle rope. He leans backward, and looks around again at the crowd, before letting out a "Woo!" and hauling himself up onto the apron. [align=center]I'm burning through the skies Yeah! Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm trav'ling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man of you [/align] Now in the ring, he hops up onto the second turnbuckle, and poses for the crowd, his arms outstretched, and his head tilted back. He grins, and the music fades out on the line: If you wanna have a good time just give me a call!, and Hutch thumps his chest once more, before sitting down, Raven style, awaiting the start of the match.[/i] CC: Introducing first - he is a former Tag Team, Extreme Chaos and World Champion...HUTCH! The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entry ramp the first few rifts of “Remember the Name” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick fog. [align=center]This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill[/align] The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the fog and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s pleasure as he begins to taunt the crowd with his infamous ‘X’. [align=center]Fifteen percent concentrated power of will[/align] He begins to walk down the ramp admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ once again, soaking in the adrenaline. [align=center]Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain[/align] The ladies in the audience go wild as he reaches the apron of the ring and climbs the stairs and he struts himself into the ring; he removes his leather trench coat and climbs the turnbuckle and poses as flashes hit his body. [align=center]And a hundred percent reason to remember the name![/align] He then removes his semi-transparent shirt and throws it off as his flexes for the crowd a bit demonstrating his roguish looks as he waits for his last opponents. CC: Weighing 240 pounds...SEAN MADROX! The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a red spotlight focuses on the entrance curtain. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to boo for the two time former champ, self proclaimed King of Slam!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact with his King of Slam! robe, crown, and scepter as the crowd go up in even more boos. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the ground level walkway to jeers and negative chants from the crowd. Matt just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he points to the ropes of the ring and forces ring announcer Charles Cruz to open the ropes between the top and middle into the ring, and as he does so, Matt walks up the steel steps to get into the ring and with ease goes over the middle rope into the ring. [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his scepter into his chest as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle. He does the exact same thing on the other two turnbuckles, before hoping to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way flicks his robe off of his body as it falls to the ring, and Impact comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the turnbuckles shoot up red and gold sparks, and once the pyros commence, the lights turn on as Matt grabs his dropped robe and hands it to a ring official along with his crown and scepter. CC: He is the self-proclaimed KING OF SLAM!...MATT IMPACT! KR: All three men are here, are we expecting the defending Champion Jack Manson or Richard Markone's chosen contender Orion Oldriod? system which beckons the attention of everyone to the backstage curtain.[/i] [align=center]Can you feel that? Oh, Shit…[/align] Guitars kick in as the strobe lights get faster and smoke begins to fill the aisle and entrance. By now the crowd is fully aware of who is going to burst onto through the curtain and they begin to cheer. Suddenly, David Drainman screams and pyros explode all over the entrance and aisle. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] DV: Does that answer your question Kurt? That is unmistakeable music of Jack Manson! CM: But I don't see him! I told you, he ain't here! Get Orion down here! The music fades out as no Manson appears but instead of the VendettaTron focusing on the three men in the ring, we go backstage where an AMBULANCE is tearing through the backstage area! KR: An ambulance! That's got to be Jack! CM: Our World Champion is a common criminal! The ambulance bursts through the Vendetta arena entrance setup and comes to a halt in the centre of the isle! Manson rips the door opens and drops out onto the floor, where Impact is waiting for him! Referee Tommy Owens calls for the opening bell to this match as Manson and Impact are exchanging right hands in the entrance way! Sean Madrox is the next to join as Impact is knocked down and a fired up Manson runs through Madrox with a clothesline! Hutch is next up, he catches Manson with a couple of kicks to the gut before he is also knocked down with a hard back elbow to the side of his head! Jack reaches into the ambulance driver's cab, he picks up his World Title belt and brings it back to the ring apron, tossing it over to the referee. KR: Jack Manson wasting no time in getting into this thing! CM: He's wearing a cast on his arm! That can't be legal! DV: I bet Richard Markone is tearing his hair out backstage! Manson has come back from the local medical facility with a cast covering his lower arm, from below his left elbow to down across his wrist. He raises it up in the air for a pop before turning around to find Impact and Madrox coming back at him. He fends off their attacks with a few hard right hands before Impact manages to get a headbutt in to stall Jack's offence. Him and Hutch then drag Manson away from the ring apron before hooking him up with a...DOUBLE VERTICAL SUPLEX ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! As they are getting back up, Hutch nails Impact with a dropkick! Impact stumbles back into the barricade and then slumps to the arena floor. Hutch slides into the ring, exactly at the same time as Sean Madrox and the two square up! Hutch cheekily looks out to the crowd and winks, before the two men begin to exchange punches! Madrox gains the advantage with a succession of shots that Hutch doesn't have an answer for. He then takes him back into a turnbuckle and rams Hutch's head into the top 'buckle. DV: The carnage has started already, both Impact and Manson down on the outside! KR: You talk about a Slobberknocker, especially for Manson who was RUN DOWN earlier by Impact! DV: That has to be weighing heavily on his mind! Madrox kicks him in the stomach before pulling out of the corner, he knocks Hutch down with a straight punch to the face. Hutch goes down to all fours and is then pulled back up to his feet. Sean whips him into another turnbuckle...Hutch reverses! Madrox's back smacks into the turnbuckles and he staggers out to find Hutch waiting with a RUNNING ENZIGURI! On the outside of the ring Manson and Impact are brawling, Manson slams his shoulder into Impact’s gut and drives him back against the ring apron! Manson goes to follow up but Matt Impact catches him with a rake of the eyes. Impact steps up onto the apron but Manson isn't far behind and they begin brawling on the apron! Both men landing chops on the other until Hutch runs at the nearby turnbuckles, springboards off the second rope...SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK KNOCKS BOTH MANSON AND IMPACT BACK DOWN TO THE ARENA FLOOR! DV: Are they eliminated by that? KR: Not by that Dean! They have to go from inside to the outside, over the top rope. DV: Gotcha. Hutch rolls under the bottom rope, he begins stomping down on both Impact and Manson. Hutch lifts the apron up, he looks under the ring and pulls out a steel chair! Hutch lays it down across Impact's chest and then hops up onto the ring apron. Hutch steps up onto the second rope, balances himself and then salutes the capacity Canadian crowd. He then launches off the rope...A SOMERSAULT LEGDROP OFF THE SECOND ONTO IMPACT AND THE STEEL CHAIR! CM: JESUS CHRIST! KR: Big move, the master of the one-time gambit pulling that out of his bag of tricks! DV: That has got to have hurt Hutch too, from the ring to the floor with a somersault legdrop! Hutch is indeed hurting, he is holding his back. Manson is slowly getting up, he uses the bottom rope to pull himself up and into the ring. Manson stands up as Madrox is also getting back up. Jack lifts him up to his feet and whips Sean into the ropes, Madrox comes back off to duck a clothesline attempt. On his return Manson has his head lowered and Madrox leap-frogs over! Madrox bounces back off the ropes and connects with a running cross body block! He stands up off Manson and Jack is not far off...BLACKOUT! DV: Superkick? KR: SUPERKICK! CM: Remember the rules, you can be eliminated via pinfall, submission or thrown over the top rope! Manson is down, Madrox is about to make the pin when Hutch comes back into the ring! Impact also returns to the ring as Hutch is taking the fight to Sean Madrox! Impact picks up Manson as the four men are split across the ring. Manson uppercuts Impact before Matt can get a shot in. Manson picks up Impact and drops him down across his knee in a manhatten drop! Impact howls in pain before being clotheslined down. On the other side of the ring Hutch is dispatched through the ropes to the outside. That leaves just Manson and Sean Madrox in the ring and sirens begin to wail in the arena, words begin to appear on the Vendetta!Tron… [align=center]RESPECT THE LAW AND ORDER ![]() YOU’LL SERVE HARD TIMES[/align] “Hard Times” sounds throughout the arena and the S.W.A.T. entrance video begins to play. Manson and Madrox drop their hands, they turn to the entrance to see Orion Oldriod, Joseph Lemieux and Richard Markone arrive surrounded by the 8 S.W.A.T thugs we saw last week on the pre-PPV Slam! show. Markone signals for Lemieux and Oldriod to head towards the ring. Lemieux twirls his nightstick in his hand as Orion has his baseball bat. They reach the ring and Manson goes on the offensive, stomping on Lemieux while Orion pairs off with Madrox. Lemieux is pulled up as Madrox blocks a baseball bat shot! Madrox is about ready to but a beating on Oldriod but the 8 S.W.A.T. guys hit the ring! KR: This is nothing but a gang assault orchestrated by the Commissioner! CM: It's great isn't it?! They split off into two packs of four, helping the superstars to beat down Sean Madrox and the World Champion! They're putting the boots in and slamming nightsticks into their bodies as at ringside Matt Impact shakes hands with Richard Markone! Impact makes a hand gesture about money and Markone seems very happy about that as back in the ring, the assault is still happening! KR: Come on Richard! Call off the dogs! CM: Stop complaining Royle! This is great! Madrox is being held up as Orion takes a run up at him...ORACLE SMASH! ORION'S OWN VERSION OF A SUPERKICK CONNECTS! The injured Jack Manson is being pinned down, men holding his legs and arms as Joseph Lemieux picks up a steel chair slid into him by Impact and he SLAMS THE STEEL CHAIR DOWN ACROSS THE INJURED ARM OF MANSON! KR: I can't believe this! I used to like that guy! DV: Markone? I know what you mean! Lemieux, Oldriod and the S.W.A.T. squad start to leave the ring. Impact tries to slide in but Hutch holds onto his foot! Impact shouts for Markone's pack of dogs to assist him but Markone refuses! He leads the team away and Impact tries to kick off Hutch but the former Champion is relentless as he holds on! Impact drags Hutch up off the floor and tries to nail him with a straight right hand but Hutch blocks! He slams Impact's head into the ring apron before rolling the 'King of Slam!' into the ring. Hutch slides under the ropes to join Impact and he pulls Matt up. Hutch shoots Impact into a turnbuckle, Impact's chest hit the pads and he staggers back but Hutch is already on the hop, their heads crack together! KR: Ouch! Big clash of heads right there! DV: All four men are down as Markone and his thugs leave the arena. CM: He said we'd see Orion in the main event and he was right! KR: He doesn't deserve to be in this match! He lost his shot two weeks ago in a Bunkhouse Brawl against Hutch! All four competitors are down, slowly they start to stir as the match is at a stalemate. Manson reaches out with his one good arm to the ropes. Impact is shaking away the cobwebs and Hutch is holding his head. Madrox is sat up now, his chin reddened by Oldriod's superkick. All four men begin to stand, each man in a corner and it's an effective almost restart. Finally all four men are up on their feet, Impact and Manson are glaring at each other they itch towards each other as Madrox and Hutch do the same. KR: This is gonna break out again! DV: Get ready! Hutch goes downstairs with a kick on Madrox, then a shot to the head as Manson and Impact unload on each other! Sean Madrox comes back at Hutch with punches of his own! Hutch and Madrox fight into a corner, Madrox in control of that scuffle as Impact shoots Manson into the ropes. Jack comes back off and runs through Impact with a hard shoulder block! Hutch reverses Madrox and starts pounding away at his stomach! Manson stomps on Impact's chest before landing a clothesline on Hutch from behind! Hutch staggers away as Manson now concentrates on Madrox, kicking away at him until Sean slumps down to the mat. Jack grabs Hutch, he takes him across the ring to a turnbuckle where he slams his head into the top 'buckle. KR: You talked about this being Manson's yard last time out when he clocked Madrox with the title belt... DV: Yes I did, I've spent a lot of time with Jack these last few weeks and the man is focused on defending his title. KR: He must be, even with what could be a broken wrist. CM: Now that he's probably upset about if you know what I mean! Hutch comes back at Manson but Jack sees him coming and blasts the former ANE member with a haymaker of a right hand to knock Hutch down. Manson then steps through the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He sees Hutch getting back up to his feet and Manson connects with a DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! Shades of the Macho Man Randy Savage in his prime as Manson's locked hands cannon off the head of Hutch. Jack then gets back up to find Madrox also up and ready to get it back on, he spins Manson around with a flipping dropkick right into the waiting arms of Matt Impact...SPINEBUSTER! KR: The dropkick by Madrox, the spinebuster in the centre of the ring by Impact! CM: Never thought I'd see those two teaming up in this match after the wars they have had! Madrox goes back to Hutch, opening him up in the corner so he can CHOP away at his chest! Meanwhile Impact is dropping elbows down in succession on Manson but on the fourth time around, Manson rolls out of the way! Jack starts to get up but Impact is a hair quicker and knocks him through the ropes with a devastating body shot! CM: He's out! He's eliminated! KR: He went through the ropes Chip! Get a grip! CM: Sorry... Sean Madrox is kicking the life out of Hutch, both hands wrapped around the top rope as he wails away. Madrox then applies a headlock and rakes Hutch's face along the top rope! On the outside of the ring Manson's head is rammed into the ring apron. Manson goes to the body again with punishing uppercut-like blows before he walks over to the timekeeper's table. Impact grabs TNT Ring Announcer Michael Anderson and tosses him out of his chair. He picks it up, folding it in the process before heading back over to Manson. Jack is propped up against the ringpost and Impact charges at him with the chair in front of him, he swings it at Manson but the World Champion ducks! The chair smacks off the post! KR: Impact bringing another chair into the equation here. DV: You'd have thought he'd stay away from them after Hutch's legdrop earlier. Impact still has hold of the chair and pokes the end of it into Manson's stomach to weaken his defences. He positions Manson back against the ringpost for Impact to use as a human punching bag, lefts and right to the head and body! Manson tries to fend him off but Impact is breaking through. Impact finally steps back. He picks up the chair again and this time comes at Jack...MANSON KICKS THE CHAIR BACK INTO IMPACT'S FACE! CM: Matt just ate steel! DV: Look at the smile on the face of Michael Anderson! Back in the ring Hutch shoots Madrox into the ropes, he comes back off and is knocked down with a hard back elbow. Hutch walks backwards before dropping to the mat with a basement dropkick! Both his feet rammed into the head of Sean Madrox! Hutch then makes a cover... [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] Outside the ring Manson has taken over on Impact and he whips Impact into the steel steps! The two tiers of the steps separate with Impact's broken body somewhere in the middle. Hutch and Madrox are still fighting, Madrox reverses a german suplex attempt but Hutch mule kicks him! Tommy Owens raises his eyebrows at Hutch but Hutch waves his finger, knowing that it's No Disqualifications. Hutch grabs Madrox's boots and separates his legs, he then drives his head low into Sean's abdomen! The 'cats' in the audience all groan as Hutch lands his downward headbutt. Hutch then pulls him up, he applies a front facelock before dropping the bottom out on him...DDT! KR: Hutch could win this you know, he may have had to qualify but he got an impressive win over Orion Oldriod. CM: In a match that you made Royle! It was unfair! DV: No it wasn't! Hutch used a ladder to great effect and a rumour going around earlier today was that Hutch made sure there was a ladder under the ring. KR: That could come into play later on, especially since it's no DQ. There is blood coming from a small cut above Matt Impact's left eye, where the chair rebounded back into his face. Manson comes back into the ring to find Madrox with a desperate sleeper on Hutch! Hutch is lashing out trying to fight it but Madrox is using his weight advantage to good effect! Manson starts to grab Madrox's head, pull him off Hutch but Impact is right there! From behind he lands a clubbing forearm to the shoulder blades and Manson staggers away from Sean Madrox. Madrox goes back to Hutch, pulling him up and then locking his arms around Hutch's waist...BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! CM: What about Matt Impact? The former World Champion who is desperate to regain it. KR: He calls himself the King of Slam! of course, self proclaimed. If he wants to retain that name, he needs to put up or shut up tonight. Impact is teeing off on Manson, going for the head with those huge right hands that have Jack pressed up against the ropes and only the ropes are holding him upright! Impact walks him down the ropes and performs irish whip. Manson comes back off the ropes and ducks a wild clothesline attempt. Manson stops his run, turns around and doubles Impact over with a kick. Jack places Matt's head between his legs and hoists him up...HUGE POWERBOMB! Manson then turns to find Hutch waiting for him...SLICE OF FRIED GOLD! KR: SLICE OF FRIED GOLD! Hutch jumps into a cover, hooking the near leg... [align=center]1! 2! SAVED BY IMPACT![/align] KR: Impact saves Manson from being pinned???? CM: He must want to eliminate Manson himself! KR: Madrox, who you would consider a dark horse here in this match has not come to lose it appears to me. DV: That's very obvious, he has a top class awareness of what is happening around him. Hutch starts to argue with Impact but Matt's concentration is on Madrox. He slams a forearm into Madrox's face before whipping him across the ring. Madrox bounces off the ropes and is quickly knocked down with a boot to the face! Hutch takes Jack Manson to a corner, he buries his shoulder deep into the gut. Hutch repeats the same move again and again and again! Hutch is shouldering the stuffing out of Manson at this seasonal time of the year. Impact is on his knees but manages to connect with a low blow on Madrox! Hutch is reversed in the corner, Manson hurls him into the turnbuckles and prepares to strike. Sean Madrox rolls under the bottom rope to the outside and Impact follows. Madrox leans against the apron trying to get valuable time to recover but Impact has that chair again...HE SLAMS IT DOWN ACROSS THE BACK OF MADROX! KR: Yet again with the chair! DV: You know what, we're yet to see anybody concentrate on Manson's cast! KR: That's a good point Dean, surely that will come into play later on. Impact tosses the chair aside and rolls Madrox back into the ring under the bottom rope. Meanwhile Hutch kicks Manson through the ropes. Hutch then steps through the ropes and drops down at ringside. He grabs Manson by the neck and brings him to the entrance isle, where Hutch stuns him with a kick to the gut and then sets Manson up for a piledriver! Hutch leans in to pick him up but MANSON POWERS OUT BACK DROPPING HUTCH ON THE FLOOR! KR: He's going to piledrive him...NO! DV: Hutch is being resourceful and intelligent, he knows that if he takes Manson out of this then he can team up with someone else. Manson comes back to the ring where Madrox has the advantage over Matt Impact. Impact is down and again puts some distance between himself and his opponent. He edges towards the ropes as he sees Jack Manson re-enter the ring. Impact slides out quickly, leaving Madrox to go after him but as Madrox steps through the ropes he finds the hand attached to Manson's good arm on his head. Manson hooks him up in a front facelock, the ropes between them and performs a vertical suplex from apron in! Manson floats over into a cover... [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: A close one for Sean Madrox! At ringside Impact catches Hutch with a kick to the gut followed by a big uppercut shot that sends Hutch reeling back to the barricade. Impact picks up a section of the steel steps nearest to him and he picks them up. Impact brings them at Hutch but Hutch responds quickly with a dropkick to Impact's knee! Matt drops the steps! Hutch follows up quickly with chops to Impact before he dropkicks him in the chest, this time Impact is turned around into the steps he dropped! Hutch drops a double axe handle onto Impact's back before kicking him in the side. Hutch manages to pick up the steel steps, albeit with some difficulty and he has them over a shoulder to drop down onto Matt Impact! KR: Hutch with the steps, we've got to keep up with the action! CM: I can see Jack Manson in control of Sean Madrox... Hutch starts to pepper Impact with chops and punches but Impact comes back with a clubbing forearm shot around the head to devastate Hutch. Hutch is nailed again with an uppercut, Impact starts to unload on Hutch with those heavy right hands. Meanwhile the camera pans around to see the ring, where Madrox is down and Jack Manson is on the top rope facing the audience...MOONSAULT BY JACK MANSON ON MADROX! Manson stays on top for the cover! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: Madrox got out in time. Madrox and Manson get up at around the same time, Manson swings with his cast looking for Sean's chin but Madrox ducks underneath! Madrox aims and lands with a big kick to Jack's kneecap! Manson's knee is targeted for a second time, Madrox kicking him with the flat of his boot. He then sweeps the legs from underneath Manson as on the outside, Hutch is whipped by Impact into the barricade! Impact then scoops him up easily and drops him throat-first across the top of the barricade! Impact peels Hutch off the barricade and goes to whip him along the apron but Hutch digs in to reverse! Impact manages to dodge the steps but he crashes into the timekeeper's table! CM: Back over here! Back over here! Back over here! Back over here! KR: All right Chip, calm down! Hutch comes over to the timekeeper's table and pick up the World Title belt, he then continually smashes Impact over the head with the title belt! DV: He wants the belt but he doesn't want it like that! KR: I knew it was going to be chaotic, I knew it was going to be tough but I didn't think it was going to be like this! Matt Impact tries to block the belt shots and manages to drag Hutch down with him. Impact starts slugging Hutch with straight right hands! Impact picks up the ringbell, he slams it across the back of Hutch's head before moving away to the ring apron. The blood is still present on Impact's face, the wound over his eye still oozing blood into his vision. Manson knocks Madrox away from him and knocks Sean all the way down to the mat with a hard headbutt. Impact reaches into the ring and snatches at Sean's hand closest to him, Impact drags him under the bottom rope. He leaves his body in, but drapes Madrox's head outside and rams his elbow down deep into Madrox's throat! KR: That grizzly bear-like attitude has come out of hibernation! Meanwhile Hutch is back up, he is standing on the apron before climbing up to the top rope. Jack Manson is watching the Madrox/Impact fight and he turns around, sees Hutch on the top rope and backs into the ropes! Hutch loses his balance and crotches down on the top turnbuckle! He flips over and drops into the ring. Impact is pulling Madrox along the entrance isle, he then irish whips him into the barricade. Matt is using all the environment around him he can in this effort. Impact tries for a second irish whip, pulling Madrox off the barricade and as he goes for the second whip...Madrox reverses! Impact sails over the barricade all the way into the crowd! CM: He could wipe out the first two rows! KR: Impact is a big guy, all 6'5" 286 pounds of him. Madrox jumps up onto the barricade, he balances himself before launching off...MADROX TAKES DOWN IMPACT WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK! Sean is straight on Impact, pounding him with punches. He then pulls Impact up and throws him back over the barricade into the entrance isle. Jack Manson has Hutch in a corner, keeping him pressed there with knees driven into the gut while Manson has one eye watching the Madrox/Impact brawl. Madrox leads Impact back towards ringside. Madrox tries to slam Impact down into the steps but Impact blocks it with a foot on the steps. Impact then shrugs Sean off and sends Madrox's head into what remains of the steps! Hutch is draped across the top rope as Manson tries to eliminate him! DV: Elimination is by pinfall, submission or throwing your opponents over the top rope! KR: Hutch could go here! Hutch manages to get a thumb to the eye on Manson, the reigning World Champion stumbles away with his vision impaired. Hutch drops off the top rope but finds his feet on the second rope. He waits for Manson to turn around...CLOTHESLINE FROM THE SECOND ROPE! Hutch stays on the mat, slides under the bottom rope to the outside where Matt Impact has Sean down in a single legged crab! KR: That's one of Madrox's own moves, he calls it a 'Scream Bitch!' used against him. CM: Impact rubbing it into his face and I like it! Instead of putting a stop to the submission hold, Hutch stomps down on Madrox's back! The combination of the hold and the stomps are weakening Madrox at a fast rate but Manson puts a stop to it, he leans through the ropes and kicks down at Impact. Manson lets Impact go down to the floor before he picks Impact up and rolls him back into the ring. Hutch and Madrox are brawling on the other side of the ring, Hutch being nailed with forearm shots but coming back at Madrox with his own chops. Jack Manson slowly walks around the ring, he finds Hutch slumped against the ring apron after a particularly hard punch. Manson buries a punch into Hutch's side, almost an uppercut. DV: Double team? CM: Not seen many so far. Hutch is held up by Madrox, opening him up for a couple of free shots by Manson. Impact is recovering in the ring, he shakes off the cobwebs and makes his way to the ropes. Impact leans through the top and middle ropes, he grabs a chunk of Madrox's hair to prise him away from Hutch. Impact is in prime position for a TREMENDOUS haymaker of a right from Manson directly on the open wound! Hutch comes back into the ring now, he and Impact are the only two in the ring. Hutch whips Impact into the ropes and Impact runs right through Hutch on his return! Impact sneers down at Hutch but not for long as Manson clotheslines down Impact! Manson drops to the mat choking Impact as Madrox is back in the ring now too and he rolls Hutch over onto his stomach. Madrox then leaps into the air...FULL ECLIPSE! THE STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS BY MADROX! [align=center]1! 2! SHOULDER UP![/align] Impact has Manson positioned under his arm...SPIKE DDT! Impact then heads for the turnbuckle without delay, there he climbs up to the top. Impact taunts the crowd and makes a rolling signal for a moonsault?! KR: This is unchartered territory for Impact! I don't remember seeing many high flying moves from Impact! CM: You can't see Matt! This is a bad decision! Impact checks behind him to see Manson still down before launching off backwards...IMPACT DOES A MOONSAULT...AND MISSES! CM: Oh Matt! Manson is up to his feet quickly and Impact is not far off behind, but Matt is holding his ribs. Manson dispatches Impact through the ropes! Jack heads through the ropes after Impact too, where Manson picks up a television cable and begins choking Impact with it! Madrox has Hutch ready for a german suplex, his hands locked around his waist but Hutch lands a MULE KICK LOW BLOW! Madrox collapses down to the mat! Impact lands a few elbows back into Manson's stomach to loosen the choke, he then takes the cable off him and chokes Manson with it! KR: This is a great match! DV: The only title left on Slam! is so important right now to all four men! Hutch picks Madrox up on his shoulders and tries to eliminate him! Madrox tries as hard as he can to stay in, both hands on the top rope to stop him going over! Madrox is teetering on elimination until he manages to struggle free. Madrox drops down onto the mat and he blocks a chop, Madrox then picks Hutch up and DUMPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE ALL THE WAY TO THE ARENA FLOOR! KR: What was that?! Hutch is eliminated! DV: In the blinking of an eye Hutch is gone! Madrox leans against the ropes, looking down at Hutch as Hutch shoves a Slam! referee away from him as they try to help him back up. Madrox turns around to find Impact waiting and he applies a sleeper hold! Madrox struggles and drops down in a jawbreaker! Impact is left stunned on his knees. Madrox starts to pull him up but Manson comes from behind! He lifts him up and drops him down with an atomic drop that sends Madrox stumbling through the ropes to the outside. Madrox isn't eliminated but that leaves just the defending Champion and Matt Impact in the ring. CM: See you later Hutch! KR: Stop that! Hutch with a great effort, just unlucky at the end. We see Madrox down on the outside and then the camera looks up to see Orion Oldriod running back down to the ring! Madrox starts to get back up and Orion comes at him with the nightstick! He slams it across the chest! Madrox drops down to the floor! The crowd are booing Oldriod out of the building as he spins the nightstick in his hand! He jams it down into Sean's back, then his shoulder and his chest again! KR: You bitter SOB! Just because he lost his chance to be in this match he's taking it out on somebody that's in it! DV: He's beating down Madrox like an animal with his stick! Somebody stop him! Orion pulls up Madrox into a sitting position and he starts choking him with the nightstick! Orion doesn't hold it on for long, he doesn't really need to. He gets a final shot in, a lashing blow to the chest. Orion then smacks his nightstick against the announce desk, he threatens Kurt Royle and Dean Venchenzo with it! Oldriod starts walking away but returns to ram the point of his weapon into Madrox's heart! KR: Enough is enough! Come on! LEAVE HIM ALONE! CM: This ain't over Kurt, you better hold onto your hat if you raise your voice like that again! Orion drags Sean Madrox up to his feet, he lifts his right leg onto the apron before pushing him back into the ring. He shoves Madrox further in, away from the ropes and then Orion motions that Impact has a free ride to do whatever he likes with Madrox. Manson has been knocked down, which leaves a smug Impact as the only man standing. Oldriod grabs Royle and shifts him out of his chair, Orion picks it up and folds it. He slides it into the ring as Impact is pulling the groggy Madrox up. Impact uses his feet to place the chair in position before he hoists Madrox up onto his shoulders...HEAD ON COLLISION ON THE STEEL CHAIR! KR: Look at Impact taking advantage, this makes me sick! CM: You shouldn't have give Orion your chair then! Oldriod is walking away from the ring, he lingers as Matt Impact makes a simple cover... [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] KR: And Madrox has been eliminated by the combination of Orion's nightstick and Impact's main finishing move. Impact pulls Madrox half way up and tosses him through the ropes, leaving just Manson and Impact in this match. Matt looks out at the fans, he sneers at them before starting to pick Manson up off the canvas. JACK ROLLS IMPACT UP! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! KICK OUT![/align] KR: Impact barely escaping that pinning situation! Impact and Manson get up at the same time, Impact goes for a kick but Jack catches his foot! Manson taunts him before spinning him around! Jack goes for a back suplex but Matt struggles and floats out! He lands on his feet behind Jack and applies a waistlock but Manson escapes and reverses it! Could be a german coming up but Impact sprints across the ring and dives to the mat, the momentum sends Jack through the ropes to the outside! DV: Hard landing at ringside for Jack Manson... CM: And now you'll see Matt crank up the pressure! Impact slowly makes his way to the outside, he allows Manson to get back up on all fours before dropping a hard elbow down across his shoulder blades. He pulls Manson up, places his cast-covered arm behind his back and he rams Manson back into the ringpost! THE INJURED ARM CONNECTS WITH THE STEEL POST! CM: I told you! DV: It's down to one-on-one for the FIW World Championship! Manson is down and clutching that arm, Impact stands and admires his handiwork for a moment before going in for the kill. He stomps down on Manson's hands before lifting him up to his feet. Jack swings with a wild shot that Matt sidesteps, he then buries his shoulder into Manson's abdomen. Impact keeps in that position, he adjusts Manson's arm before taking him over in a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ON THE OUTSIDE! THE ARM PRESSED BETWEEN MANSON'S BODY AND THE UNFORGIVING ARENA FLOOR! KR: This is an all out assault on Manson's injured arm, that he injured earlier in the parking lot! DV: Nobody has forgotten about that! Impact drags the steel steps on top of Manson, making sure the cast is under the steps. He walks around the ringside area and grabs the steel chair he used earlier on Sean Madrox. Matt brings the chair back over to Manson and HE SLAMS THE CHAIR DOWN ON THE STEEL STEPS, WHICH ARE ON TOP OF MANSON! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! KR: Talk about relentless! Impact will stop! CM: That's the new World Champion you're talking about! KR: Not yet, Chip, not yet! But indeed, it might only be a matter of time... Impact discards the chair, he then watches as Jack desperately reaches for the ring apron. Impact grabs his tights and throws him into the ring. Impact joins him, wasting no time now in pulling Jack up and then taking him to a corner of the ring. Matt performs a half nelson on the weakened arm and sends it directly into the turnbuckle! Manson staggers back and Impact lands a GERMAN SUPLEX ON THAT ARM! KR: The referee may have to stop this if Impact hits more of devastating offence on the injury. Impact casually makes a cover, not even bothering to hook a leg... [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] DV: Impact'll never win the title like that! Impact argues with Tommy Owens, demanding that he count quicker. Tommy Owens shakes his head and Manson crawls over...SCHOOL BOY! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] Impact is straight up on his feet and irate! He tries to pick up Jack but Manson shoves him back into the ropes and Impact gets tied up! Matt struggles to free himself and Tommy Owens refuses to help after Impact had a go at him moments ago. Manson sprints at Impact, Matt closes his eyes but no attack comes as Jack slides between his legs to the outside! He goes under the ring and pulls out a table as still Impact is stuck in the ropes. Manson struggles to set up the table but he does, he then pulls out a second table. Manson sets that up too, his injured arm being of more use as he rests it. He then pulls out a ladder and slides it into the ring! KR: What's Manson got in mind here? CM: It's looking like his trademark move... DV: The Pyramid? KR: I'd say so! The second table is set up and Manson pulls out a third! He struggles to set it up but still Impact is trapped between the top/middle ropes. Manson manages to get the third table up, he then rolls back into the ring. He tees off on Impact's head, untangling him from the ropes in the process. Matt drops to the mat and Jack drops a knee down on his chest. Manson sets up the ladder, placing it upright close to the ropes. He then pulls Impact up to his feet, he takes Matt to a corner. Impact's head smashes off the top turnbuckle before Manson spins him around. He lifts Impact up onto the ladder, Manson then goes around the other side of the ladder. KR: Superplex coming? CM: It's something big, two big men up there! DV: Two 280 pound men who could fall off there at any moment and what happens if we have a draw, another one? KR: I have no idea Dean, no idea. Manson leans across the top of the ladder to grab Matt Impact in a front facelock and pulls him all the way up onto the top of the ladder. Manson stands up at the top of the ladder, both men are now teetering. Manson goes for the intended superplex but Impact blocks! He jabs Manson in the gut to break the facelock. Impact dodges left, Manson right - still on the ladder. They struggle to balance properly as Impact slugs Manson! Jack responds with a straight punch of his own! IMPACT CHOPS MANSON, JACK APPEARS TO BE LOSING HIS BALANCE BUT COMES BACK WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND! IMPACT WOBBLES ON THE LADDER, ONLY AN INCH OR TWO AWAY FROM ELIMINATION! KR: It's like fighting on a hot tin roof! DV: One mistake and it's all over! Somebody's going down, I can feel it! IMPACT IS HAVING A HARD TIME KEEPING HIS BALANCE, HE MANAGES TO GET ANOTHER SHOT IN BUT HIS PUNCHES ARE NOT HAVING THE SAME DESIRED EFFECT THEY HAD AT THE START OF THE MATCH! MANSON IS HOLDING HIS OWN, HIS INJURED ARM HANGING BY HIS SIDE AS HE GETS A HEADBUTT IN ON MATT! DV: Pick a winner guys! KR: It could be either! But you can't win the raffle if you don't have a ticket, I know that! IMPACT IS CLOSE TO FALLING OFF, HE REGAINS HIS BALANCE BY GRABBING THE LADDER IN FRONT OF HIS CHEST! IMPACT STANDS UP STRAIGHT AND SWINGS BUT MANSON DODGES IT AND HE CLASPS A HAND AROUND IMPACT'S THROAT! MANSON SHOVES HIM OFF BACKWARDS OFF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE PYRAMID OF TABLES BEHIND HIM! MANSON RETAINS THE TITLE! CC: Here is your winner and STILL FIW World Champion...JACK MANSON! KR: Manson has done it! DV: Despite Impact's torpedo attempt earlier, he is the STILL the World Champ! IMPACT IS LEFT IN AMONGST THE RUBBLE OF THREE TABLES AS MANSON DROPS OFF THE LADDER! TOMMY OWENS IS HANDED THE TITLE BELT AND HE PLACES IT ACROSS MANSON'S CHEST, RAISING HIS HANDS AS THE PPV COMES TO A CLOSE! KR: Yeeehaaaaawwww what a night! Slam! may have lost the interpromotional battles but we had a hell of a time! CM: Join us for Slam! and TNT this coming week! DV: From Kurt Royle, Dean Venchenzo, Chip Martin, Jonathan Hitchen and Thomas Moore...GOOD NIGHT! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Keith Williams def. T-Bird via pinfall Special Guest Referee: JJ Onikage def. Jim O'Brien via disqualification Land of Opportunity Gauntlet Rylee Starr was disqualification due to outside interference from Prime Prime def. Grant Rice via pinfall Prime def. Nightmare via pinfall after interference from Joseph Lemieux FIW Tag Team Championship Merchants of Menace def. Arabian Knights to become new champions when Remy pinned Kashmir Special Guest Referee: Kailey Lane Ragin' def. Dante Coles via pinfall after the illegal use of a steel chair FIW International Championship Extreme Chaos Championship Bill Kuriyama def. Toan via pinfall to retain the IC and win the ECC! Dual Crown Championship Sudden Death Triple Threat Swytch def. Carlos "Hype" Kane & Kennedy to retain by pinning Carlos FIW World Championship Elimination Battle Royal Sean Madrox eliminated Hutch by throwing him from the ring Matt Impact eliminated Sean Madrox via pinfall Jack Manson eliminated Matt Impact to retain |
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