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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; December 27, 2005 | |
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| Lita Maivia | Dec 28 2005, 01:55 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align] The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Nadia, Jim O'Brien, and Carlos Kane all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates! [align=center]Wake Up![/align] Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly. [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kennedy spins her body in front of Maclay for a hurracanrana! No, Maclay pushes up on her legs! Kennedy flips out and LANDS ON HER FEET! She leaps onto his thigh and CRACKS HER KNEE OF THE SIDE OF MACLAY'S CRANIUM!!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, *Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…[/align] Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table, Here ya go create another fable![/align] The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!! [align=center]You wanted to! Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! [align=center]You wanted to! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] With Sean on the floor, desperately trying to free himself from the cable, Hype lords over him from on top of the stage, AND YANKS ON THE CABLE, PULLING SEAN OFF HIS FEET AND HANGING HIM OFF THE STAGE!!! Sean dangles there, frantically trying to untangle himself as Hype leans back, pulling Sean higher and higher, hanging him right there for the world to see! [align=center]You wanted to! Why dya leave the keys upon the table?[/align] Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!! [align=center]You wanted to![/align] The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown. [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] Kailey stands, comtemplating her fate before signing her life away to Madison Lee via a TNT contract. [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align] The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit! Dante doesn't get a moment to rest as both women drag the Icon to his feet, they put in a double front facelock before they gazing out among the crowd that know damn well's a good time to boo. The ladies both raise their outside arms to the air before DROPPING DANTE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DOUBLE DDT!!! Kennedy holds Kailey's arms as Nadia rears back and CRACKS KAILEY IN THE FACE WITH A SHUFFLE SIDE KICK! Kailey crashes to the wooden walkway as Kennedy releases her! Kennedy slaps her knee, prepping the crowd for what's to come as Dante begins to slowly recover from the DDT. He climbs to a knee… dun dun dun! Kennedy sprints at him, springs off his knee and CRACKS HIM UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH HER OWN KNEE!! [align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Wake Up! *Whispered* Wake up[/align] Dante gets his balance again then hooks Jim under both arms and locks his hands together BUT DANTE SLIPS OFF THE CAGE!! HIS FEET LAND ON THE TOP ROPE AND HE PULLS JIM DOWN WITH THE UNDERHOOK AND PULLS HIM OVER WITH A SUPLEX BOTH MEN LANDING HARD BACK INTO THE RING!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES! Graver sneering and Bill grinning, but Graver soon charges toward Bill. Bill simply stands there until Graver gets close enough, steps up on his knee, and KURIYAMA KICKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Nadia scoops her opponent across her shoulders. She whips the opponent's legs around DROPPING THEM BACK-FIRST ONTO THE MAT WITH A SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align] Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE! [align=center]Here ya go create another fable! You wanted to![/align] Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to![/align] Out of nowhere, Nadia nails Dante between the legs with a low blow, doubling the Hardcore Icon over. As Dante takes in the sweet, sweet pain, Kennedy BLASTS HIM WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to![/align] Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table You wanted to![/align] Jim hoists Rage up onto his shoulders, the image moves to slow-mo, AS HE DRIVES HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE BURNING HAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align] Max drags Sean up in a gutwrench position before hoisting his deadweight over his shoulder, dropping him down slightly before leaping into the air and DROPPING SEAN ON HIS SKULL WITH THE BLACK TUESDAY!!! [align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align] The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS (For once it’s these guys) GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hype gets in an errant fist that smacks straight off Sean’s nose and staggers him backwards several feet. He teeters on the tray before re-gathering his bearings, and charges at The Hype! He looks to bury his shoulder into Kane’s chest but instinct sets in and Hype hooks his arms around the Knight, throwing him over his head with a Belly To Belly! Sean flies through the air... crashes into the rig, severing it’s remaining connections, sending both The Black Knight and the mass of metal spiralling toward the ground. Sean lands first, the rig, second! Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!! The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen… [align=center] [/align]…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team. JH: Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to the final Tuesday Night Throwdown of 2005! We are live in British Columbia, the home of the 2005 Grand Prix tournament! TM: The Grand Prix is tonight. But what about Vendetta, Jonathan? What an event that was! JH: Indeed it was. And if you missed it, you sure missed out. TNT's Bill Kuriyama is STILL the International Champion and now he holds Slam!'s Extreme Chaos Championship as well! TM: He survived the Canadian Lumberjack match last night on Slam!, no thanks to some bitter Slammers. JH: They couldn't get the job done in taking the ECC back from Bill, so you have to wonder what Slam! has in store for TNT now that we have two of their titles. TM: It was funny watching the crybabies throw their temper tantrum and out-number the TNTers last night. It is the only way they could get ahead. Do you realize that Slam! is 0-3 against us this year? Max Corona beat Sean Madrox at Dangerous Liaisons, Remy and Carl beat the Arabian Knights at Vendetta, Bill beat Toan at Vendetta. JH: The score card is stacked against Slam! thus far. And due to them, that match last night ended in a no contest. TM: So I call that a victory for Bill. Slam! screwed it up and Bill retained the title as a result. So they're 0-4 against us! We rule! JH: Uh, okay. Also at Vendetta. Swytch retained his Dual Crown Championship in a Triple Threat that saw the end of Kennedy and Carlos Kane's partnership. The word going around is that Carlos is NOT happy with Kennedy right now. TM: Bah! Kennedy has nothing to worry about. One look at her sexalicious body and Hype'll melt like chocolate on a hot summer day. JH: If you say so, Thomas. But now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the first match of the 2005 TNT Grand Prix! TM: And what a sorry bunch we’ve got this year. JH: I beg to differ, Thomas. We’ve got the Tag Team Champions, the Cruiserweight Champion, a former Cruiserweight Champion, the International and Extreme Chaos Champion, as well as other former champions in this tournament. The competition is sure to be stiff. TM: Pffft. Losers, the lot of them. JH: April Lynn is in the first match. TM: Whoo! Bring on the Grand Prix! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is a first round match in the TNT Grand Prix! The tune of classic kung-fu music echoes through out the P.A. speaker and soon “Ninja" kicks in. [align=center]"Damn I wish I could be a Ninja" “Damn I wish I could be a Ninja" “Damn it feel good to see people up on it"[/align] As the music continues to play smoke fills the arena and a mysterious cloaked figure walks out. A few of the fans dressed up like Ninjas begin to cheer on their hero. Slowly the cloaked figure raises his head to have the hood fall off and reveal his Ninja mask. The rest of the fans cheer on Extreme Ninja #2 as he pumps his sign proudly up into the air. “Eat your vegetables!" the sign reads as he charges along the entrance ramp before he hops over the top rope. After entering the ring Ninja sets his sign in the nearest corner to him and disrobes himself. Awaiting for the match to begin. MA: Introducing from Detroit, Michigan. He stands at 5 feet and 10 inches, weighing 180 pounds. He is… EXTREME… NINJA… NUMBER TWWWWOOOOOO!! “Hey Now” hits the speakers and the crowd explode for their favourite silent giant. Strobes search the auditorium before returning to the entranceway to pick out his massive silhouette cast against the entrance. [align=center]I'm a menace to society baby The police wanna relocate me They running with gun up but they can't fade me They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy I ride one in the chamber, gun on cock '6-tre Chevrolet rollin without no top Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop California to Virginia Timmy making it hot [/align] He steps forward onto the walkway, his title belt sparkling under the house lights, his eyes focused completely on the ring as his partner Remy steps out from his impressive shadow. The two begin their trek toward the ring, Remy bopping to the beat and generally trying to have a good time, Carl remaining as stoic as ever. [align=center]Taking long rides in the G4 plane X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane Yeah! Got the world saying my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, c'mon! Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody[/align] As the chorus kicks in the two Cajuns reach the ring, Remy dropping down to the side and moving to a natural position as Carl steps in over the top rope. He removes his strap and hands it to the ref before walking across the ring, grabbing a hold of the top set of cables and tugging at them as if to test their integrity. Seemingly happy they can hold his weight, Carl turns back to the entranceway to await the start of his match. MA: And his tag team partner for this match. From New Orleans, Louisiana, he stands at 6 feet and 9 inches, weighing 338 pounds and is one half of the FIW Tag Team Champions… CARL…LUUUUUUCCCCAAAAASSSS!! JH: An interesting pairing to say the least. Extreme Ninja #2 possesses the speed and Carl Lucas is the raw power in this team. TM: Neither had much to say this week about their match, but that’s probably because neither ever says anything. JH: EN has his sign, though. TM: It’s still not talking, you twit. That would require lip movement and sound, not a marker and dry erase board. The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage with her Cruiserweight Championship around her waist, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring. She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. Dropping her duster off her shoulders, she tosses it aside before removing her Cruiserweight Championship and raising it in the air for all the fans to see. She turns holds it up for the opposite side of the arena and then passes the belt off to the ref. She backs into her corner, doing some last minute preparations for the forth-coming contest. MA: Introducing their opponent, from Aurora, Ohio. She is the TNT Cruiserweight Champion… APRIL… LYYYYYYNNNNN!! The tribal, pounding drums of Disturbed's "Ten Thousand Fists" thunder over our audience and the house lights drop black with blue lazers cutting through the darkness. Thin fog roils from the entryway as the guitars pick up and David Draiman SCREAMS "Survivor", then flows into the first verse. [align=center]"One more goddamn day when I know what I want And my want will be considered tonight. Consider tonight. Just another day when all that I want will mark me As a sinner tonight. I'm a sinner tonight, yeah!"[/align] Graver enters the arena and throws up some metal, throwing it so damn hard he goes back on one foot, then leans forward, free hand on his knee, shows the horns to a fan and turns it into a middle finger. Graver laughs and makes his way to the ring, pointing to fans and doling out well-deserved 'fuck you's. He enters the ring and bee-lines to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope and flipping off the fans once more before dismounting and turning around. MA: And her tag partner, hailing from Detroit, Michigan. He stands at 5 feet and 11 inches, weighing 190 pounds. He is… GRAAAAAVVVVEEEEERRRR!! TM: Graver and Extreme Ninja are both from Detroit, I wonder if they know each other. JH: The only people Graver knows are named Jack Daniels and Jim Beam. TM: Are you saying he’s a drunk? JH: Yes, actually I am. TM: Well ok then, as long as you admit it. [align=center]DING! DING![/align] Logan Black calls for the bell and it seems everybody wants to party together. EN2 and Carl rush toward their opponents, but April LEVELS EN2 with a front dropkick. Graver ducks under a clothesline from Carl letting the big man run himself into the turnbuckles. Graver runs around the ring then back into the corner launching himself into Carl with a body splash! He backs out then drives an elbow into Carl’s jaw. Graver circles around again then jumps up driving his knee into Carl’s massive chest. Graver lands on his feet then circles around the ring again building up some steam and launches himself into Carl with another splash BUT CARL CATCHES HIM AND THROWS HIM ACROSS THE RING LIKE A RAG DOLL!! JH: WOW! Graver started off early with splashes and elbows to Carl, but he just got thrown away like last week’s trash. TM: Carl sucks. Is he too cool to be in the pit with Graver? JH: Apparently. Carl starts to pull himself out of the corner when a tiny blonde fly lands on him, oh wait it’s April. Man, she’s really small compared to Carl. With her feet planted on Carl’s thighs, she grabs him around the back of the neck and starts to pull back THROWING CARL OVER WITH A MONKEY FLIP…NOOO!! SHE PULLS CARL OVER BUT HE LANDS RIGHT ON TOP OF HER SQUASHING HER ON THE CANVAS!! TM: ACK!! YOU FAT OAF!! YOU KILLED APRIL!! JH: She was going for a monkey flip, but Carl’s weight was just too much and he landed right on top of her! Logan shrugs and figures this is as good as a pin. He drops to the mat and counts it… [align=center]ONE!! But Graver breaks it up with a boot to the back of Carl’s big ol’ Milk Dud looking head.[/align] Logan gets Graver away from Carl and April, forcing him into his corner. EN2 is dragging himself off the canvas and making his way to his corner. He scribbles on his sign and holds it up. JH: She got lucky? TM: That’s what it says. I don’t know how true that is. I think he’s the lucky one, I mean she touched him. That’s probably the most action he’s had in like, well, ever. Carl hauls his big arse up to his feet and grabs April by the hair to ‘help’ her up as well. He squats down and wraps his arms around her waist then lifts her into the air, squeezing the oxygen from April’s body. JH: April’s in trouble now. This match could be over just as quick as it started. TM: Carl has that bear hung on her… JH: He has what on her? TM: Bear hung. JH: Ew. TM: That’s what his bio says. He uses a bear hung. I didn’t make this up! Moving on…Carl keeps his grip tight on April, bringing her closer to the center of the ring. He cinches in the hold, adding a little wiggle to it making April look like a rag doll in his arms. Logan Black grabs April’s flailing arm causing the big man to stop the thrashing. Logan holds April’s arm in the air then lets it go causing it to fall down limply. Logan grabs her wrist and holds it in the air again, and again it falls. JH: This match is over, folks! Carl Lucas may have just set a record on TNT! Logan grabs her wrist again and lifts it into the air and lets it go. April’s arm falls down again, along with her and Carl when Graver comes flying into the back of Carl with a diving cross body!! TM: WHOO!! Fly, Graver! Fly like the Anheuser Busch eagle! JH: Kids, TNT and FIW would like to remind you that drinking is bad especially if you’re underage. TM: Thank you for that public service announcement. Graver gets to his feet and throws his arms in the air, head banging away. His ‘rocking on’ is interrupted when Logan forces Graver back to his corner. Carl gets back to his feet and makes his way over to April. He grabs her hair and picks her up, closing his hands around her throat and lifting her into the air BUT APRIL TWISTS FREE AND PUSHES DOWN ON CARL’S ARM, RIDING HIM TO THE MAT WITH AN ARMBAR!! JH: FUJIWARA ARMBAR!! Carl lifted April into the air by her throat, but she countered into an armbar! TM: She just wanted to climb on his back and ride him like a horsy. JH: Did you just say horsy? TM: Yeah, I did. It’s the same way I ride your mom! PWNZRD!@#$!!!123!! April pulls back hard on Carl’s arm, shifting her weight onto his back. Carl, not surprisingly, pushes off the mat and gets to his feet dragging April up with him. She hooks her legs around Carl’s other arm and cranks back on his arm more now in a crucifix position. He walks toward his corner and tries to reach an arm out to tag in his partner, but finds himself being pulled back until he topples backwards and his shoulders hit the mat! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! Carl kicks out easily.[/align] April gets back to her feet a split second before Carl. She moves in and CRACKS Carl in the noggin with an elbow. He stands up to his full 6’9” and grimaces, looking down at his tiny competitor. April throws another elbow, but Carl catches her arm. He pulls her in AND CRUSHES APRIL WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! April’s head bounces off the canvas and she immediately clutches at the back of her head. Carl reaches out and tags in his silent partner. JH: April and Graver have a daunting task ahead of them trying to pin Carl’s shoulders to the mat. TM: But Carl just made a mistake and tagged in the Ninja. If April can recover, she can take advantage. JH: Don’t count the Ninja out yet. They are masters of sneakiness and surprise. TM: You idiot. That’s only in the movies. EN2 grabs the top rope and flips over it dropping a leg right across April’s throat! He rolls off his ass and gets to his feet. He pulls April up by the hair and whips her into the ropes. EN2 ducks his head down as she rebounds and gets swung down with a neckbreaker! She gets to her feet and looks down at EN2 before sprinting across the ring and rebounding herself off the ropes. Extreme Ninja #2 gets to his feet just as April jumps into the air, wrapping her legs around his head AND GETTING POWERBOMBED TO THE MAT!! JH: Extreme Ninja #2 just countered that running headscissor with a huge powerbomb folding April in half! TM: Ew, what is he doing to her?! He’s trying to molest her! JH: Oh he is not! He’s going for a pin. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! IT’S OVER!! NOO!! APRIL GRABBED ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE!![/align] JH: SOOOOO close! I thought Extreme Ninja #2 had it won there, but April Lynn just showed the ring presence of a champion. TM: Pffft. Remy probably taught her that. I bet he’s taught her a lot of things, if you know what I mean. JH: Like what? How to cheat? Yeah, that’s the sign of a real champion. TM: Shut up, Hitchen. I’m so tired of you and your good-two-shoes-ness. JH: That’s not even a word. TM: I know, it’s a phrase. Extreme Ninja #2 gets to his feet and throws his arms up, celebrating his win. Logan regretfully informs the ninja that he’s a bit premature in his celebration. He looks over to see April getting back to her feet. EN2 runs at April and leaps up crashing into her and riding her to the mat with a Lou Thesz press. He rains his ninja fist down into April’s face before rolling under the bottom rope out to the apron. EN2 gets to his feet, scribbles on his sign then holds it up to the crowd. JH: DANGEROUS~~!!! EN2 waves his hand and shakes his head. He scribbles on his sign again then holds it up for the crowd…SUPER DANGEROUS~~!!!, it reads. He grabs the top rope and jumps onto it, springing off INTO A SHOOTING STAR PRESS AND CRASHING RIGHT INTO THE CANVAS!! Extreme Ninja #2 writhes around in pain, grabbing at his abdomen. JH: ARGH!! Extreme Ninja #2 went for the shooting star press and hit nothing but the mat. TM: That’s because April is on her way to tagging in her partner. April makes the tag bringing Graver into the match to prey on a downed ninja. EN2 gets to a seated position, still clutching at his midsection. Graver sees an opportunity, running at the ninja AND KICKING HIM SQUARE IN THE CHEST!! EN2 flops backwards, smacking his head off the canvas. He rolls around in pain and gets stomped on by Graver. EN2 rolls along the canvas trying to get away, Graver stomping him all the way across the canvas right into the corner. TM: That’s right ninja boy, run away from Graver’s awesomeness. JH: Actually he’s rolling away and he’s just suckered Graver into the corner. TM: How did he sucker Graver? Oy! EN2 manages to reach a hand out and get a tag in from his partner. Graver finally realizes what just happened and tries to flee like a little girl, but Carl’s big hand grabs a handful of Graver’s long hair and yanks down, dragging Graver to the canvas. Carl grabs Graver by the head and picks him up, whipping Graver into the far ropes. Graver rebounds right into a face full of Carl’s boot. JH: SOLE BROTHER!! And a lot of sole that was right in Graver’s face. I think Carl’s foot is bigger than Graver’s entire head. TM: That’s just over compensation for other body parts being small. JH: Is that what my mother told you? TM: Yep. She said it’s why you had such big feet. JH: I hate you. Carl bends down to grab a handful of Graver’s hair. He pulls him to his feet then scoops him up and presses him high into the air before walking out from under Graver and letting him fall the 8 feet back to the canvas chest first. The silent giant grabs Graver by the leg and drags him over to a neutral corner. He picks Graver up and deposits him on the top turnbuckle with ease then climbs up himself. JH: Generally when a 300 plus pound man starts to climb the turnbuckles it’s a bad thing, but in this case I’ll make an exception. TM: Oh sure, because it’s Graver. If he had the ninja up there you’d be singing a different tune. You’re so biased, Hitchen, it disgusts me. JH: What?! Me?! As if you could talk about bias. TM: I’m the most impartial announcer in the history of this business. I dare you to prove otherwise. JH: There’s plenty of show left, I’ll let you make my point yourself. Carl hooks Graver around the head and grabs the waist of his pants. EN2 stands in his corner holding his sign up to the crowd reading “KING KONG!” and pointing at Carl, getting a few laughs from the fans in the front row. He nods his head as Carl lifts Graver, but Graver jabs his fist into Carl’s ribs. He aims a little higher jamming his fist into Carl’s neck. Carl shrugs off the blows and lifts Graver again, but Graver fights back still digging his thumb into Carl’s eyeball…it’s grosser when you say eyeball, I dunno why. JH: He just poked Carl in the eye! That was dirty! TM: Sure, sure. But if BK did it, you’d mark out for it and call it a great move. JH: Oh shut up. Carl grabs at his momentarily blinded eye giving Graver time wiggle out of his hold and shove the giant ape off him and onto the canvas. Carl tries to get back to his feet but gets taken down with a flying clothesline. Graver rolls through and back to his feet, tagging April back in. JH: A flying clothesline from Graver kept the giant down and he’s tagged his partner in, but Carl is getting back up again. Back to his feet is Carl, still trying to rub the sight back into his eye. Graver runs at Carl AND SLAMS HIM DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A RUNNING STO!! TM: ONE SECOND COLLAPSE!! JH: But Carl won’t stay down!! And here comes Extreme Ninja #2 to even the odds!! EN2 slips through the ropes as Graver is getting to his feet. He holds his sign up reading “I STOMP ON YOU!!” then runs at the ropes behind Graver. He bounces off them just as Graver starts to rise and leaps onto Graver AND STOMPS DOWN ON GRAVER’S HEAD!! JH: I STEP ON YOU!! Err, EXTREME NINJA #2 STEPS ON YOU!! Graver falls into the ropes, leaning against them in order to stay on his feet. Carl is getting to his feet slightly doubled over WHEN HE’S SNAPPED BACK DOWN HIS HEAD DRIVEN INTO THE MAT WITH A DDT!! JH: LYYYYNNNCCCHHHH-PIIIIIIINNNNNUUUUHHHH!! April rolls Carl’s big body onto his back and sprawls herself over him, pulling one of his big legs up for the cover… [align=center]ONE!! Extreme Ninja #2 goes to break the pin up… TWO!! But Graver grabs him by the seat of his pants and pulls him back toward the ropes, sending both men falling through them out of the ring!! THREE!! NOOO!! CARL KICKS OUT!! BUT IT’S TOO LATE!![/align] JH: SHE DID IT!! APRIL PINNED CARL!! Logan Black calls for the bell. “Don’t Cha” by the Pussycat Dolls plays over the arena speakers as she gets to her feet. She throws her arms in the air, jumping up and celebrating the win. Logan Black holds her arm up in victory as Graver slides back into the ring. He looks at April and gives her a wink, then holds his arms out for a victory hug. April’s elated expression turns to disgust as she looks at Graver. She quickly slips through the ropes and makes her way back up the walkway leaving Graver alone in the ring. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match and first to advance to the Grand Prix final are GRAVER AND APRIL LYYYYYYYYN!! TM: Aww come on. The guy just wanted to celebrate the win with a hug. JH: I’m sure that’s all he wanted to do. TM: If it was Remy she’d be all over that hug, let me tell you. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] JH: It’s time for the second Grand Prix match of the night. TM: Unique Grand Prix match, Hitchen. Madison Lee’s genius strikes again with the plan she came up for this year’s Grand Prix. JH: It certainly is innovative for our annual tournament. Let’s see who the next pair is that will join Graver and April Lynn in the final. The TNT’Tron lit up with the text “Mister Ordinary” before images of various Onikage matches flashed across the screen. While it did the opening riffs of Onikage’s theme song began to blast over the P.A. system. Slowly eight young looking men that sported Onikage t-shirts walked out onto the platform each with a flag in hand. They split up into four on each side. From closest down on the right side they hold the American flag, the Japanese flag, the Canadian flag and the German flag. On the left side from closest down they hold the Mexican flag, the Cuban flag, the English flag, and the Chinese flag. Slowly two figures emerged from behind the black curtain. The one in front is slightly shorter and looks like another young man who sported a Onikage t-shirt and waved proudly a flag with the TNT logo and Onikage’s image plastered on front of it. Behind the kid is none other than Onikage himself in his in-ring gear plus a wind breaker black and white jacket zipped up. JH: For somebody who tries to be so “ordinary,” Onikage is quite the unique individual, to say the least. TM: The man has people shine flashlights on him and throw toilet paper during his entrance, it doesn’t get more, uh, unique, than that. [align=center]EVERY DAY I FEEL SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I GET ORDINARY![/align] Onikage raised his arms up in a X symbol and revealed his black taped up palms and wrists. On the back of the palms with a white marker he’s marked each with two Xs making the straight edge xXx symbol. Then as if it were a awesome display of pyro a few firecrackers are lit and tossed behind the group from the young man in front of Onikage. They go off one after the other and once finished Onikage returned to walking further down the platform with his students carrying the flags in hand. [align=center]STUCK IN A LOOP FEELING SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I FEEL SO DAMN ORDINARY![/align] Onikage entered the ring and kneeled down as the lights went out. Rather then a big expensive and fancy spot light shown down onto him a few of his students have appeared to have gotten up on the turnbuckles. They quickly switched on their flash lights and shined the rather dim lights down on their teacher. With a flick of his wrist Onikage unzips his jacket and tossed it to the side while he stood up. The lights return back on while the students get off of the two turnbuckles they were on. The main student who carried the Onikage/TNT flag hands it over to the American flag holder while he enters the ring with a microphone. JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages and… Miss Madison Lee. Japan, Mexico and the great state of Michigan proudly bring to you a man who is an international superstar. A man who is by all means ordinary and yet has reached levels of sheer greatness beyond the general public’s understand, and Slam’s roster’s. He weighs in at a lean and sexy two fifty. And stands at a massive total of six feet and two inches, plus ten inches if you catch my drift. He is a former two time Extreme Chaos Champion, a former Evolution Champion and a former record breaking three time FIW World Tag Team Champion. HEEEEEEEE! ISSSSSSSSSS! OOOOOOOOONIKAAAAAAAAGE! Onikage proudly crosses his arms again while his students rather than tossing streamers toss toilet paper instead over his head in a streamer fashion. The fans booed every minute of it while Onikage simply soaked it in. TM: See, toilet paper. What a weirdo. The moog-a-licious opening to Darren Hayes’ “I Like the Way” hits our crowd and they respond as could be expected. Glitter and low lights set the mood for the arrival of Melanie Halstead as Darren begins singing the opening verse. Melanie waves to her fans (or at least the FIW fans watching her right now) as she walks to the ring and the song approaches its chorus. [align=center]Because I like the way you move in the dark...[/align] Melanie gets down on all fours and slinks under the bottom rope as the lights drop to barely let us see her features. [align=center]I like the tension, the tension and the spark...[/align] She pops to her feet as pyros EXPLODE from the turnbuckles and bring the lights back up in full. Melanie climbs a turnbuckle and thrusts a proud fist into the air, then climbs back down and awaits the start of the match as her music fades. MA: And his tag team partner for this match, from Bismark, North Dakota. She is… MEEELLLAAANNNIIIEEE HAAAAAALLLSSSTTTEEEAAADDD!! Michael Anderson straightens his tie, glaring outside the ring at JJ and giving him a nod as if to say “That’s how it’s done, junior.” JH: I think Michael Anderson just gave JJ a dirty look. TM: Kick his ass in the parking lot, Anderson! JH: Uh, right, moving on. Onikage and Melanie’s opponent’s are about to make their entrance and this could be interesting. TM: Interesting? JH: Well, with what appears to be a budding, let’s call it a friendship, between BK and Melanie, this match could get interesting if those two find themselves in the ring together. TM: Ha! I laugh in your face at that statement. The house lights suddenly drop and we hear a sudden... [align=center]*BEEP* Windmill, Windmill for the land. Turn forever hand in hand. Take it all in on your stride. It is sticking, falling down. Love forever love is free. Let's turn forever you and me. Windmill, windmill for the land. Is everybody in?[/align] A spotlight suddenly shines on the entrance as Fat Joe starts rapping about laughing gas and ass cracks revealing Bill Kuriyama and his crew, Shake, Matlock, and Lee. About at Fat Joe's first psychotic laugh, Bill motions that his crew bounce, and they do indeed head toward the ring under the spotlight. Shake and Matlock throw up signs and grin while Lee smiles polietely and waves at the fans. Bill steps between the ropes as his crew rallies to his corner, Bill throwing his arm up in the air Rock-style. Gorillaz' "Feel Good Inc." dies down and Bill leans against his corner, waiting. MA: Introducing their opponent. He hails from New York City, he is the International Champion, the Extreme Chaos Champion, he is… BILL… KUUURRRIIIIIIYYYAAAMMMAAA!! As the slow chords start up, the house lights in the arena slowly turn off to allow total darkness to consume the arena. As the song starts to pick up, a shadowy figure enters the stage area and stops just before the walkway. He only pauses for a moment, as he starts down the walkway a few moments before the song really starts to pick up bringing the houselights back on. Paying the crowd no mind, whether they cheer or boo, Curtis climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes. With no flashy in ring antics, Curtis just does a quick warmup as he awaits the start of the match. MA: And his tag partner, he is… CUUUUUURRRTTTIIIIIISSS!! [align=center]DING! DING![/align] Richard Kelly calls for the bell and the match is underway. Some last second discussing goes on between the two teams, BK and Curtis having a word or two about who will start when Onikage comes running in and gets taken down by a back elbow from Curtis! JH: Seems Onikage has decided to start the match himself. TM: And look at BK, running from the ring like a chicken. JH: I don’t see how going to the apron is running like a chicken, but maybe in your deluded little world where Nadia and Kennedy want your body, it is. TM: Mmmmm, yeeeeeaaaahh. JH: You’re drooling. TM: Sorry. Melanie watches her partner flop to the mat back first from her corner. Curtis grabs Onikage around the head and pulls him up to his feet, leaning him against the ropes and smacking a chop across his chest. He whips Onikage across the ring into the far ropes. Onikage rebounds getting scooped up by Curtis who swings Onikage around the ring then drops him on the mat with a sidewalk slam. JH: Curtis had a lot of power behind that slam, swinging Onikage around before slamming him back down onto the mat. TM: Bah, fancy shmancy. All that twirly stuff wasn’t necessary for a simple sidewalk slam. Curtis gets up to his feet then snaps back down driving his elbow into Onikage’s sternum. He gets back to his feet and pulls Onikage up. Curtis cracks a right hand off Onikage’s mask then whips him into the corner. Curtis runs in and nails Onikage with a clothesline in the turnbuckles. JH: Curtis is off to a hot start. Onikage tried to get things started by surprising Curtis and BK, but that plan seems to have backfired. Curtis has Onikage set up on the top turnbuckle now. Curtis starts to climb the buckles, smacking a right hand off Onikage’s face. Onikage fires back…with a thumb to the eye. Curtis drops off the turnbuckles, staggering around semi blinded. Onikage jumps off the second turnbuckle and drives his elbow into the crown of Curtis’ head. Curtis staggers, but Onikage hooks him up then lifts up and over DRIVING CURTIS’ HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH A MURDER BACKDROP!! TM: DAAAAANNNNNGGGGEEEERRRROOOUUUUSSSS~!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!1!! JH: Onikage is going for the cover, he’s got the leg hooked! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! BK breaks the pin up with a stomp to the back of Onikage’s head!![/align] Richard Kelly gets BK back to his corner without much argument from the International Champ. Onikage gets to his feet, giving a look to the man who took the IC from him. He grabs Curtis by the head and pulls him up to his feet but takes a right hand to the stomach. Curtis follows it with an elbow to the jaw. He hooks Onikage around the neck and grabs his tights then snaps him over to the mat. JH: Curtis with a quick snap suplex on Onikage. It looks like he’s ready to make a tag to his partner. He drags Onikage toward the corner and tags BK in. Curtis pulls Onikage to his feet and pulls his arm back to expose his ribs. BK backs into the ropes and bounces himself off then drives his knee into Onikage’s ribs. Curtis slips out of the ring to the apron letting BK take control of the match. He lifts Onikage off his knees up to his feet and applies a front face lock. BK grabs Onikage by the tights and lifts him vertically, stalling in the air then dropping down drilling Onikage’s head into the canvas. JH: BRAAAAAIIIIINNNBUUUUSSTTTTAAAAAAHHHH!! BK looks out at the crowd, throwing his arm up to get them pumped up. They respond to BK as he nods his head. He looks at Onikage who’s starting to get to his feet. He throws a kick at Onikage, but Onikage catches it and throws it away. BK spins around and hits a quick kick to Onikage’s ribs. He throws another one up catching Oni in the shoulder. BK throws another kick that hits Oni in the ribs. He throws a kick higher up that hits Oni in the side of the head…NO!! Onikage ducks the kick but quickly rises up, hooking BK under the leg and lifting him ONLY TO DROP HIM DOWN ON ONI’S KNEE!! TM: WHOO!! What a backbreaker! Onikage falls to the mat, but starts to crawl toward his corner. He reaches out to make a tag, but something stops him. JH: BK has a hold of Onikage’s leg! That back breaker didn’t keep him down for long. Onikage starts to push up to his feet. BK goes vertical as well, keeping a hold on Onikage’s leg. Onikage turns around hopping on one leg then leaps up driving his other boot into BK’s chest sending him stumbling back into his own corner. Curtis tags himself back in. He runs across the ring but not in time to stop the tag. Onikage rolls under the bottom rope as Melanie slips into the ring and catches Curtis with a jumping calf kick to the face. JH: Curtis tried to take advantage of Onikage being down but wasn’t fast enough to stop the tag and he paid the price for it. TM: If that’s the price for Melanie, she’s not charging enough. She could easily get twenty or thirty bucks a trick. JH: What? TM: You know, a trick…nevermind. Curtis rubs his jaw and starts to get back to his feet, but Melanie is there to hook him into a front face lock AND SNAP HIM DOWN WITH A DDT!! Melanie quickly goes into a cover… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! Curtis throws Melanie off with a kickout![/align] JH: Only a two count for Melanie. She’s going to have to work Curtis over more to get a pinfall on him. TM: I’m sure she will. JH: What’s that supposed to mean? TM: That she’ll have to work him over more before she can pin him. What the hell do you think it means? JH: With you there’s no telling. Curtis starts to find his feet, but Melanie is a couple steps quicker. She drives her knee into his midsection and a quick punch to the head keeps him off balance enough to whip Curtis across the ring. Curtis rebounds off the ropes, but BK makes a quick tag on his partner. Curtis rebounds right INTO A HURRACANRANA FROM MELANIE!! She reaches back and hooks the leg, but Richard Kelly doesn’t count the fall because Curtis isn’t the legal man. She gets to her feet and looks for an explanation from the referee who’s happy to give her one. TM: Ha! She didn’t see BK tag himself in. JH: I don’t think anybody but the referee saw BK tag himself in. Curtis doesn’t seem to know what’s going on either, but I don’t think he cares either. Curtis grabs Melanie by the shoulder and spins her around, driving his boot into her midsection. BK starts across the ring, but he’s cut off by a streaking masked man who levels BK with a lariat! TM: LAAARRRIIIAAATTTOOOHHH!! Curtis throws Melanie to the ropes, but she hangs on. He runs in AND CLOTHESLINES HER OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!! JH: Curtis just sent Melanie down to the floor! TM: And Onikage is working BK over with some heavy boots to the head. Onikage pulls BK up to his feet, booting him in the midsection. Onikage underhooks both of BK’s arms then lifts him vertically before sitting out and driving BK’s face into the mat! TM: FLAAAVVVVUUUHHH OF THE MOOOONTTTHHH!! How fitting, ‘cuz that’s all BK is! JH: Onikage had better turn his attention elsewhere because Curtis is still in the ring. Onikage starts to get to his feet and just as Hitchen said, Curtis is still there. He whips Onikage around and sends him into the far ropes, but Onikage hangs on. Curtis runs at him, but ONIKAGE DROPS DOWN PULLING THE TOP ROPE WITH HIM SENDING CURTIS OUT TO THE FLOOR…NOOO!! Curtis flips over the top rope but manages to land on the apron. JH: It looks like Melanie is getting back to her feet outside of the ring. Onikage spins around and gets rocked with a hard elbow to the face. Curtis starts to get back into the ring, but Onikage recovers, rushing across the ring AND DIVING AT CURTIS WITH A CLOTHESLINE TAKING BOTH MEN OUT OF THE RING CRASHING DOWN ON MELANIE ON THE FLOOR!! TM: Now everyone's down! Is count-out applicable here? JH: I'd assume so. TM: Hey, wait! Who's that? RK doesn't go for that count-out Thomas wants because he's at the ropes, fighting off someone that's attempting to force their way into this contest. Guess they must really want to be the 2005 Grand Prix Champion! JH: That's Toan! Toan from Slam! TM: He must still be bitter that BK beat him at Vendetta, took his Extreme Chaos Championship WHILE holding Slam!'s International Champions and then retained the ECC at Slam last night! RK continues to fight with Toan as BK struggles up to his feet, shaking his head clear from that Flavor of the Month. He glances around to find all his opponents outside the ring before Toan catches his eye. BK has a different reaction than RK. BK calls for Toan to bring his ass into the ring and he'll kick it one more time. TM: Ha! Bill wants to fight Toan again! JH: Monday's fight didn't actually have a conclusion. I could understand Toan's desire to finish this. HEY WAIT! Before BK even realizes it, someone has slipped into the ring behind him! BK gets spun around and DROPPED DOWN FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CUTTER!!! Hutch leaps back to his feet, holding his arms out for the adulation of the people. Good ole Hutch. He doesn't get that adulation at all from this Tuesday Night Throwdown crowd. He then realizes that Toan's only got RK's attention for a limited time and makes a cover on BK, just as a Slam! official slides into the ring and makes the count! JH: Hey! Wait a minute! The Fuzz from Slam! [align=center]ONE![/align] TM: What the hell?! [align=center]TWO!![/align] JH: They can't do this here! [align=center]THREE!!![/align] Hutch rolls from the ring, along with the Fuzz, who snatches up the ECC and hands it to Hutch, raising his arm into the air as the fans continue to boo and jeer the Slam! star. Hutch glances back at Toan before leaping over the guardrail, being trailed from the arena by Fuzz. JH: Slam!'s 24/7 rule just came into effect here on TNT! They just stole the ECC back from us! TM: Slam!'s motto has always felt like "If you can't win it, cheat it." With Hutch long gone, Toan finally backs off the ring, holding his hands up in surrender. RK yells for him to stay back, just as the security makes their way out. They surround the Slam! star, escorting him out of the arena. Meanwhile, Melanie manages to fight her way out of the pile at ringside, using the apron to stand herself back up. She rolls into the ring, finding her possible boy toy laid out on the mat. By this time, Toan has been escorted through the curtain and Melanie is left scratching her head. TM: She has no idea what just happened. JH: Her, Curtis and Onikage missed the entire exchange involving Bill, Toan and Hutch! Melanie backs off the ropes, picking up speed before taking to the air and CRASHING ONTO BILL WITH A STANDING SPLASH!!! Melanie hooks BK's leg, making the cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] JH: Melanie did it! She pinned Bill! TM: I'm sure it isn't the first time. JH: Stop that! Melanie and Onikage advance in the Grand Prix! TM: But Bill isn't the Extreme Chaos Champion anymore! You gotta wonder what he's gonna do when he revives and figures that out! MA: Here are your winners... ONIKAGE AND MELANIE HALLLLSSSTTTEEADDD!!! 'I Like The Way' reprises over the speakers as Melanie realizes that she just picked up a victory in the Grand Prix. She gets to her feet, shocked and thrilled as RK raises her hand in victory. She squeals in delight as the crowd celebrate her victory with her. Suddenly she remembers that she pinned BK and rushes over to help him up. BK is barely regaining his senses from the Slice of Fried Gold, followed by the Big Splash. He allows Melanie to help him to his feet, disoriented as she hugs him, still trying to calm down from the victory. TM: Wow. She certainly is... uh, happy? JH: She just advanced in a prestigous tournament, I would hope she's happy. TM: One person who won't be happy is BK. Not once he figures out what happened. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Prior to the third Grand Prix tournament tag team contest, Alex Evans made his return to Tuesday Night Throwdown after a brief absence over suffering a concussion in the Six-Person Cruiserweight Championship Battle Royal. Alex pitched a fit about being left off of the Grand Prix tournament while people like Melanie Halstead, Extreme Ninja #2 and Shannon Micheals were included. Alex took a seat at the commentator's booth, providing some additional commentary for the contest. Shannon Micheals, formerly known as Slam!'s AJ Pheonix, was out first making his debut on Tuesday Night Throwdown. Kendra Norton was out next to complete the first half of the team. The reigning Fighting Spirit Champion and one-half of the FIW Tag Team Champions Remy Barteaux was out next, followed by his tag team partner Kailey Lane. The ladies started the match out, exchanging quick technical holds before Kailey took the advantage with a Tara Takedow, sending Kendra face-first into the turnbuckle. Remy and Shannon got the tags, coming into the ring. Shannon wowed both Remy and the live audience with an amazing aerial display that definitely caught the rajin' Cajun off guard. He went for a springboard clothesline but Remy caught the rookie with a hard lariat that floored the Flaming Dragon! Remy dropped the cruiserweight onto his head with a Southern Nights Driver and got a two count that was broken up by Kendra. Remy whipped Shannon into the turnbuckle, who leapt to the top and nailed a moonsault body block for a two count! Kailey received the tag and hit a series of kicks off Shannon, closing off with a Tornado Alley that sent him into his corner, where Kendra picked up the tag. The two ladies had another showdown with Kendra able to maneuver Kailey into a Norton Stretch! Remy nailed Kendra in the back of the head, saving himself and Kailey. Shannon nailed a springboard dropkick, sending Remy from the ring. Kailey smacked a roundhouse kick off Shannon's head, sending the newbie outside as well. Down to just the ladies, Kendra went for the Exploder Suplex '98 but Kailey countered out of it, taking Kendra down with an STO. Remy leapt back onto the apron, making a blind tag off of Kailey. As Kendra climbed to her feet, Remy nailed her in the back of the skull with a Bourbon Street Blues! Shannon attempted to save his partner but Alex cracked him across the back with a steel chair on the outside, unseen by the referee as he counted the victory for Remy and Kailey! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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The house lights cut out, images on the TNTtron flickering as broken guitar chords screech over the static-filled speakers. Soon after, the hard-hitting beats of Evanescence's "Lies" blares through the speakers, accompanied by images of the new Kennedy. Amy Lee's voice carries over the speakers as Kennedy makes her way out onto the stage, the crowd responding with a mixed reaction for the former crowd favorite. Kennedy shrugs them off, taking the dislike in stride as she sets off for the ring. Climbing in under the middle rope she enters the ring, shooting a look back at the drunks that dare whistle at her entrance. She makes her way to the far corner, turning her nose up in disgust at the ringside fans as she turns her back on them, leaning back into the turnbuckle to awaits the start of the match. MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNEEEDDDYYY!!!! TM: Predicting victory for herself, it's Kennedy! I wish she'd guarantee she'd lay on top of me. JH: Keep dreaming. Kennedy may have predicted victory tonight with certainty. But one thing she didn't seem too certain about, is Carlos Kane. TM: I don't know what's gotten into the Hype, lately. Why would you want to hurt a delicate flower like Kennedy? JH: Those thorns on the stem, maybe. TM: Oh. Real cute, Jonathan! [align=center]The smashing chords of 'Line In The Sand' hammer over the PA, being welcomed by a mixed chorus of cheers & boos. The lights turn to a dark red, almost a maroon. The chorus begins and walking from behind the curtain is 'The Monster Of TNT' Jim O'Brien. EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards his opponent, then begins his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans booing and cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. O'Brien reaches his destination, climbing over the top rope. TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I AM He makes his way to the southeast turnbuckle, climbing the 2nd one, facing the crowd. O'Brien stares a hole through the fans he faces, welcoming their melting pot of energy towards him. Jim crosses his arms, shaking his head slowly. EVOLUTION, EVOLUTION O'Brien hops off the 2nd turnbuckle, which signals the song and lights to cut. He stands firmly behind the turnbuckle he was once standing on, staring at his opponent with dead-aim. Jim then crosses his arms, showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face.[/align] MA: And the opponent, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds, from Cincinnati, Ohio… JIM OOOO'BBRRRRIIIEEENNNN!!!! JH: Gotta wonder what's going through Jim's mind tonight. TM: Who ever knows?! Was he sitting in his locker room, tied to that X from Vendetta? JH: He was. TM: What a moron. That wouldn't fit through the door. So that means he untied himself, carted it into his locker room and re-tied himself to it for a promo. Pathetic. The bell sounds, prompting Kennedy and Jim from their corners. They do the standard circle each other before moving in for a collar and elbow tie-up. But Kennedy cracks a low kick off of Jim's thigh, producing a roar from the Monster. Jim responds by throwing a huge clothesline that's ducked by Kennedy. She uses the momentum to spring off the ropes, duck a second clothesline attempt by Jim, hits the opposite set of ropes and halts her progress as Jim throws a boot up in an attempt to take her head off. JH: Jim just stopped Kennedy in her tracks. TM: Well, yeah. Kendra tells me Jim's foot odor would put anyone down for the count. Once again the competitors do a little dance that requires them to circle one another around the ring. They move in for another tie-up, but Kennedy ducks around Jim. Nope. Jim grabs her head and drags her back in front of him! He locks her up in a gutwrench and tosses her over before she even knows what's happening! TM: Hey! A gutwrench suplex to start this match! That isn't right. JH: Technically Kennedy's kick to Jim's thigh was the official start. TM: I wasn't being technical! I was being the color commentator! Kennedy makes it back to her feet, backed into the ropes with a hand on her back and a look of shock on her face. Jim stares her down, a cocky grin coming across his lips when he spots the surprise on Kennedy's face. He's probably flashing back to all that arrogance Kennedy was spewing this past week. He moves forward to continue the match but Kennedy drops to the mat and rolls from the ring. JH: Look at that. Kennedy running once again. TM: She's not running! She's gathering her strength. JH: Oh. Okay. Whatever you say, Thomas. Jim stands with his hands on his hips, contemplating whether or not to give chase. TC calls for Kennedy to get back into the ring but she doesn't look to convinced by his argument. So TC starts his count… except he gets shoved aside as Jim opts to give chase. Kennedy sprints around the ring, Jim giving chase. Kennedy dives back into the ring, followed by Jim. Kennedy, of course, starts stomping away at Jim, keeping the Monster grounded. JH: And that right there is exactly why Kennedy left the ring. TM: Oldest trick in the book. I thought Jim was a professional athlete, not an amateur. Kennedy stomps down on Jim, throwing a few clubbing blows over his back. Jim struggles to his feet as Kennedy attempts to keep him grounded. It fails. Jim uses both hands to shove Kennedy away! She back pedals but immediately advances on him again… running into a raised knee from the Monster! Jim grabs Kennedy and throws her back-first into the turnbuckle! He shakes his head clear before barreling chest-first into the turnbuckle as Kennedy ducks aside! TM: Look at the skill! JH: Quick thinking by Kennedy. Kennedy grabs Jim around the throat and drops backwards, arching Jim's back over her knees in a modified backbreaker! Jim rolls to his stomach, keeping his back arched as he grabs at it. Kennedy gets back to her feet, grabbing a handful of Jim's hair as she sits herself on the top turnbuckle. She wraps her arms around his throat, pulling back and applying an illegal choke on the big man! JH: Hey! That's a choke ref! TM: You do the play-by-play! Let Tony Clarke do the officiating. Jim's eyes bulge as he attempts to power out of the hold, but Kennedy's got the advantage due to height… isn't that new for Jim? TC knows it's a choke, so why isn't he counting? He'll start right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! Kennedy releases the hold, letting Jim drop to one knee and suck in some oxygen. Kennedy shoots TC an innocent look, asking what the big deal is. She reaches down, grabbing Jim by his hair once again to pull him up into another choke! Jim startles to life from the pressure on his throat, struggling against the hold as TC starts another count! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Kennedy relents once again, letting Jim stumble from the corner, desperate to get distance from Kennedy as he regains his breath. Kennedy stands on the second turnbuckle, taking a bow that isn't well received from the crowd. She climbs to the top rope and leaps off onto Jim's shoulders as he turns around! She whips her body around but no HurraKennedy as Jim holds on! He drags Kennedy back upright, Kennedy shaking her head as she realizes the predicament she's in! JH: The F-BOMB! Here is comes! Jim grabs Kennedy by her shorts and hauls her up… No! Kennedy ducks over Jim, flipping down into a sunset flip! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT BY JIM!!![/align] TM: What were you saying about the F-Bomb? JH: Jim almost pulled it off but Kennedy was quick enough to counter into a roll-up. I'm impressed, if I'm being honest. TM: Ha! I knew you liked Kennedy. JH: I don't like her personality or her recent actions but I can respect someone's athleticism. I'm impartial, usually. Remember? Both competitors fight back to their feet and rush before in… KENNEDY GETS TURNED INSIDE OUT BY A STIFF LARIAT FROM JIM!!! Jim wastes no time in dragging her back up to her feet and locking up her arms and throwing her over with a double arm suplex! But Jim doesn't break the double underhook. He gets back to his feet, dragging Kennedy with him and throws her with a second double arm suplex! Again, he doesn't break the hold, getting himself and Kennedy back to their feet and THROWS HER OVER WITH A RELEASE DOUBLE ARM SUPLEX!! JH: Three impactful double-arm suplexes there by Jim! Kennedy's gonna be hurting. TM: It was just three suplexes! Kennedy isn't a weak girly-girly, Jonathan! She's tough… and HOT girly-girly! JH: Well, we'll see how tough Kennedy is up against Jim's power moves. Jim makes his way back to Kennedy, pulling her up like a rag doll and throwing her over his shoulder. Before he can do whatever he has up his sleeve, Kennedy slips down his back, raking his eyes in the process! Jim is blinding for a moment, right until he turns into a roundhouse kick from Kennedy! TM: The JFK! Kennedy just toppled the Monster! JH: Thanks to a rake of the eyes, Kennedy was able to catch him by surprise with that roundhouse kick! Kennedy falls back into the ropes, shaking off the effects of Jim's triple double arm suplexes. She moves towards the turnbuckle, climbing up onto the second one. She calls for the crowd's support… yet she doesn't get it. From the second rope, Kennedy flies backwards, CRASHING INTO THE CANVAS AS JIM ROLLS ASIDE!!! JH: Kennedy misses the moonsault! She underestimated the effect her JFK had on the Monster of TNT. TM: Jim just rolls aside. He probably thought he saw a piece of pork at ringside and was trying to get it. Kennedy gets to her feet, holding her stomach and leaving her open for the running clothesline from Jim! She fights back up to her feet, getting caught by Jim and thrown over with a T-Bone Suplex! Jim covers! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NO! Kennedy kicks out![/align] JH: A near fall for Jim! Almost had it with that T-Bone Suplex! TM: That's not gonna get it done. JH: It almost did. Jim doesn't let the lack of a victory deter him too much. He grabs a handful of Kennedy's hair, pulling her up with him. Kennedy breaks the hold, surprising Jim with a boot to the gut! Kennedy sprints off the ropes and RUNS INTO A ROTATING SPINEBUSTER BY JIM!!! Jim covers again! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] TM: NOOOOO!!! JH: I can't believe Kennedy kicked out of that! TM: I can. JH: Yeah. You missed a bead of sweat there. Jim bounds back to his feet, calling for the end and receiving a nice big pop from the Canadian crowd. Jim drags Kennedy up to her feet, lifting her up onto his shoulders for the Burning Hammer! Kennedy rolls off his shoulders, landing on her feet behind him. Jim spins around and takes another boot to the stomach! This time Kennedy doesn't hesitate even a second before grabbing Jim in a front facelock and DROPPING HIM TO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT!!! JH: A DDT! A big time DDT from Kennedy! TM: Now! It's over! JH: Doesn't look like. No, it doesn't as Jim starts climbing to his feet, surprising Lady of the Year. Kennedy hurries to the ropes, climbing up to the top turnbuckle. She glances back at Jim, backflipping off as Jim turns around! No! Jim catches Kennedy on his shoulder! JH: CAUGHT AGAIN! TM: Whoa. Wait! Kennedy slips down his back once again, booting him in the back of the knee! Jim drops to one knee. Kennedy springboards off the second rope, DROPPING JIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A GUILLOTINE LEG DROP!!! TM: THE CLINCHER! KENNEDY NAILED THE CLINCHER! She quickly covers Jim, hooking his leg! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] TM: SHE DID IT! SHE DID IT! JH: Kennedy has beaten Jim! TM: She said she would! 'Lies' reprises over the speakers as Kennedy climbs back to her feet, smiling as Tony Clarke raises her hand in victory. She turns back to Jim, looking down on him and laughing as the crowd boo her. TM: Haha! She said she was gonna do that! Laugh in his face! JH: She did say she'd do that. I was just hoping she had the maturity to not follow through. Her joyous grin fades, however, when the lights go out and static finds its way over the PA system. The crowd go absolutely nuts as "There They Go by Fort Minor" shakes the arena to it's very foundations! The lights come back on, showing a startled and disbelieving Kennedy. JH: Uh-oh! I know who's music this is! TM: No way would that gorilla come here tonight! He wouldn't dare! He does dare. Carlos Kane makes his way through the curtain, pausing on the stage to stare a hole through Kennedy. The anger in his eyes is evident even from the distance Kennedy is from him. He grits his teeth in a snarl before walking slowly towards the ring. Kennedy pleads with him, trying to get out of the hot water but Carlos hears none of it. JH: There is Carlos Kane, and by the look on his face I'd say it's not a social call! TM: Kennedy! You better stop him! JH: Carlos is seeing red. I don't think anything Kennedy could say right now would call off Carlos! Kennedy agrees. As Carlos gets halfway down the walkway, she turns the other way and ducks from the ring. Carlos picks up the pace when he spots this but Kennedy is already making her way over the guardrail. She continuously glances back as she makes her way through the crowd, Carlos not backing off in the slightest! TM: Run, Kennedy! Run! JH: That's kind of funny. TM: You're finding this funny?! JH: No, I meant… Nevermind. We gotta take a break. TM: NOW?! What about Kennedy? [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] TNT returns live backstage with Kennedy rushing down a random hallway, constantly glancing over her shoulder. JH: We're back live. There you see Kennedy, obviously still trying to distance herself from Carlos Kane. TM: Oh, Kennedy! You should've been safely in a car by now, on your way home! Kennedy pushes through the nearest door, rushing inside to find herself surrounded by that ominous dark red glow that signals the boiler room. Likely not the room Kennedy was hoping to find herself held up in. TM: Uh-oh! Don't hide in there, Kennedy! The door slams shut behind her, startling the FIW Lady. She rushes back to the door, preparing to pull it open when, through the small window, she spots Carlos Kane enter the corridor. Kennedy ducks aside, pressing her back against the door as she remains out of sight, praying that Carlos Kane didn't see her. TM: Ah! Someone get back there and help her! JH: Be my guest. As we watch Kennedy tremble in fear, Carlos glances around the corridor, his anger just as present as it was earlier in the night. However, Kennedy must have an angel watching over her as Carlos Kane heads off in the opposite direction, continuing his search for his former cohort. She turns back around, peering through the window to make sure the coast is clear and spots Carlos making his way back down the corridor. She chooses to wait it out a few minutes to make sure he's long gone. Just as her back touches the door, a blood curdling scream starts to erupt from her lips, but a hand quickly clasps over her mouth, stifling her scream. A voice from the darkness whispers to her. ???: Sshhh. Wouldn’t want the wrong people to know you’re here. Kennedy’s eyes widen when Swytch’s face emerges from the shadows. His attention doesn’t seem to be on her, but instead his eyes are gazing out the small square window in the door. He raises his other hand, bringing his index finger to his lips, his eyes now looking at Kennedy. Slowly he starts to pull his hand away from her mouth. Kennedy remains with her back placed firmly against the door, quickly breathing in and out short breaths as her wide eyes remain locked on the boiler room dweller. She swallows hard before forcing words from her lips, bringing her hands up in surrender. Kennedy: I didn't… I don't want… Kennedy's incoherent sentences stay just that as she tries to catch her breath from both escaping Carlos and being caught by Swytch. Swytch’s lips twitch and curl into a slight grin as he watches Kennedy give up so easily. Swytch: Had I wanted to hurt you, I’d have let him do it. He nods his head toward the door indicating Hype is who he was referring to. He returns his eyes to Kennedy, noticing the tremble in her hands as she holds them up. Swytch: I’m sure a moron like him is probably good at bashing things. He leans in closer, a little too closely for Kennedy’s comfort and she tries to back away but she’s held in place by the heavy metal door. Swytch: Put your hands down. I’m not going to bite. His grin grows wider now, amused at the situation. His grin grows wider now, amused at the situation. Feeling a bit safer, Kennedy lowers her hands to her sides. With her hands down, his grin begins to fade. Swytch tilts his head to the side, leaning in closer. Kennedy closes her eyes, not daring to look at Swytch’s face. He brushes his nose against her cheek, inhaling deeply along her jaw and up her hair. He pauses his lips near her ear, his breath tickling her earlobe as he exhales. Swytch: It’s funny how we keep finding ourselves like this… alone… in the dark. He breathes out into her ear, a giggle finding it’s way past his lips with his breath. Suddenly he pulls away giving Kennedy an eyeful of the grim expression on his face. Kennedy's tremble doesn't leave as easily as her defensive stance, intensifying as Swytch invades her personal space and whispers into her ear. She slides along the door, reaching behind herself to grab the door handle. Without taking her eyes off Swytch, she yanks the door open and bolts from the room. As the door swings closed, Swytch's face fills the entire window as he watches Kennedy depart. |
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JH: We’ve seen quite the eventful night here tonight ladies and gentlemen. But like all good things it must come to an end. TM: Yeah an ending where Graver is standing over Melanie and April, and Kailey after giving each a taste of his special touch and downing a celebration beer after he’s crowned the Grand Prix 2005 Winner! JH: God I hope not...Some thing tells me any of those fine young ladies would get a decease just by Graver laying a hand on one of them. TM: Well the better avoid wrestling him, see either way Graver wins this match. JH: I think his five opponents might disagree with you there Thomas. The tribal, pounding drums of Disturbed's "Ten Thousand Fists" thunder over our audience and the house lights drop black with blue lazers cutting through the darkness. Thin fog roils from the entryway as the guitars pick up and David Draiman SCREAMS "Survivor", then flows into the first verse. [align=center]"One more goddamn day when I know what I want And my want will be considered tonight. Consider tonight. Just another day when all that I want will mark me As a sinner tonight. I'm a sinner tonight, yeah!"[/align] Graver enters the arena and throws up some metal, throwing it so damn hard he goes back on one foot, then leans forward, free hand on his knee, shows the horns to a fan and turns it into a middle finger. Graver laughs and makes his way to the ring, pointing to fans and doling out well-deserved 'fuck you's. He enters the ring and bee-lines to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope and flipping off the fans once more before dismounting and turning around. TM: Ah…Look at it Jonathon, whenever Graver makes his entrance it’s like watching…a…a…a…a wrestling god enter the ring. JH: Yeah except we aren’t on Fridays and our product didn’t peak in 2002. TM: Nor does Graver wear that wicked ten gallon hat. The moog-a-licious opening to Darren Hayes’ “I Like the Way” hits our crowd and they respond as could be expected. Glitter and low lights set the mood for the arrival of Melanie Halstead as Darren begins singing the opening verse. Melanie waves to her fans (or at least the FIW fans watching her right now) as she walks to the ring and the song approaches its chorus. [align=center]Because I like the way you move in the dark...[/align] Melanie gets down on all fours and slinks under the bottom rope as the lights drop to barely let us see her features. [align=center]I like the tension, the tension and the spark...[/align] She pops to her feet as pyros EXPLODE from the turnbuckles and bring the lights back up in full. Melanie climbs a turnbuckle and thrusts a proud fist into the air, then climbs back down and awaits the start of the match as her music fades. JH: Earlier here tonight Onikage and her took out her very own boyfriend and Curtis to make it to the finals. TM: Right her “boyfriend” she beat, further proving my theory Kendra and her are some evil surge of lesbians. Oh and look, I think Graver has a chubby. JH: I’m not sure which comment was more disturbing, the fact you think there is some alliance of homosexuals that are evil on TNT. Or the fact you were staring at Graver’s groin long enough to see that. TM: Aw come on first off Graver is just so awesome that you can’t help but look since his awesomeness can make even the straightest men like myself think of going gay. And two there is an evil collective of lesbians and other evil things secretly working behind the FIW scenes. JH: I think you’ve been listening to that aussie indy wrestler you like a little too much Thomas. The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage with her Cruiserweight Championship around her waist, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring. She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. Dropping her duster off her shoulders, she tosses it aside before removing her Cruiserweight Championship and raising it in the air for all the fans to see. She turns holds it up for the opposite side of the arena and then passes the belt off to the ref. She backs into her corner, doing some last minute preparations for the forth-coming contest. JH: I truly feel bad for April, her Holiday Season hasn’t been too good so far. TM: No kidding. JH: Why Thomas I’m glad you agreed with me. TM: Well yeah any girl that is dumped by some bleach blonde Cajun and then is in such grief she turns down Graver must be having a shitty Holiday Season. JH: Well maybe she can change her luck around by becoming the first ever women’s Grand Prix winner. TM: That’s about as likely as Extreme Ninja #2 becoming Dual Crown Champion…or him winning any title for that matter. “Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance… [align=center]“Coming around my senses torn Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed As long as you see it as long as you know As long as you fake it nobody knows”[/align] The silent giant, Carl Lucas steps out behind him, shadowing him with that stoic, unwavering expression that he’s made his trademark as the two make their way along the raised walkway. Remy takes in the sights and sounds, the house lights glinting off his championship belt as he reaches the ring and steps through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation. [align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] Carl moves to a neutral position at ringside as Remy drops down from his perch, unwrapping his belt from around his waist as he goes. He kisses his fingers and plants it on the belt plate as he passes it off to the ref, then turns his attention back toward the entranceway. He stretches his legs, cracks his neck from side to side and checks his wrist tape as he awaits the start of his match. JH: And here he is ladies and gentlemen! The one of the two new FIW World Tag Team Champions! Remy and Carl brought the gold back home to TNT last week at Vendetta! TM: Yeah but he still has become such a pussy since he let April get into his head. Man Remy…you let me down homes…I use to look up to you! Now you are a disgrace to all playas out there. JH: Homes? TM: Ya wanna make some thing of it vato? JH: I seriously think you brain has been for a while just goo. "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 her corner to psyche up. TM: Speaking of people who are screwed up now a days… JH: Did you ever like Kailey to begin with? TM: Well…you see…uh…no? JH: Thought so. Personally folks I feel Kailey could pull out the win in this. She is the veteran of the ladies and even of the male wrestlers in this. Then again you’ll have to excuse me as unlike my partner I think any of the final six could win this thing. TM: Yeah but you aren’t realistic like me who can see suckiness when it’s in front of him. The TNT’Tron lit up with the text “Mister Ordinary” before images of various Onikage matches flashed across the screen. While it did the opening riffs of Onikage’s theme song began to blast over the P.A. system. Slowly eight young looking men that sported Onikage t-shirts walked out onto the platform each with a flag in hand. They split up into four on each side. From closest down on the right side they hold the American flag, the Japanese flag, the Canadian flag and the German flag. On the left side from closest down they hold the Mexican flag, the Cuban flag, the English flag, and the Chinese flag. Slowly two figures emerged from behind the black curtain. The one in front is slightly shorter and looks like another young man who sported a Onikage t-shirt and waved proudly a flag with the TNT logo and Onikage’s image plastered on front of it. Behind the kid is none other than Onikage himself in his in-ring gear plus a wind breaker black and white jacket zipped up. [align=center]EVERY DAY I FEEL SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I GET ORDINARY![/align] Onikage raised his arms up in a X symbol and revealed his black taped up palms and wrists. On the back of the palms with a white marker he’s marked each with two Xs making the straight edge xXx symbol. Then as if it were a awesome display of pyro a few firecrackers are lit and tossed behind the group from the young man in front of Onikage. They go off one after the other and once finished Onikage returned to walking further down the platform with his students carrying the flags in hand. [align=center]STUCK IN A LOOP FEELING SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I FEEL SO DAMN ORDINARY![/align] Onikage entered the ring and kneeled down as the lights went out. Rather then a big expensive and fancy spot light shown down onto him a few of his students have appeared to have gotten up on the turnbuckles. They quickly switched on their flash lights and shined the rather dim lights down on their teacher. With a flick of his wrist Onikage unzips his jacket and tossed it to the side while he stood up. The lights return back on while the students get off of the two turnbuckles they were on. The main student who carried the Onikage/TNT flag hands it over to the American flag holder while he enters the ring with a micro phone. JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages and… Miss Madison Lee. Japan, Mexico and the great state of Michigan proudly bring to you a man who is an international superstar. A man who is by all means ordinary and yet has reached levels of sheer greatness beyond the general public’s understand, and Slam’s roster’s. He weighs in at a lean and sexy two fifty. And stands at a massive total of six feet and two inches, plus ten inches if you catch my drift. He is a former two time Extreme Chaos Champion, a former Evolution Champion and a former record breaking three time FIW World Tag Team Champion. HEEEEEEEE! ISSSSSSSSSS! OOOOOOOOONIKAAAAAAAAGE! Onikage proudly crosses his arms again while his students rather than tossing streamers toss toilet paper instead over his head in a streamer fashion. The fans booed every minute of it while Onikage simply soaked it in. TM: If Graver isn’t going to pick up the win in this match I’m calling it, Onikage will. As though Graver is the King of Awesomocity Onikage isn’t too bad himself. JH: Awesomocity? TM: Yes Awesomocity, the Religion of Graver. JH: The thought of Graver having actual followers to this “religion” frightens me and makes me worry for our world’s youth. TM: Well the website already has over five thousand hits total. MA: Give me back my damn micro phone ya creepy little freak *snatches mic from JJ*…Ahem…Any ways ladies and gentlemen I present to you the Finals of the Grand Prix 2005 Tournament. It is a six-way dance with eliminations being the name of the game cats. When one person whether female or male are left they will be declared the winner. Which means they get a Holiday bonus or some trophy or a fruit basket or some damn thing…I don’t know, what do I look like to you people? Table of Context for the Grand Prix? The fans mumble among one another as MA fixes his tie while he clears his throat. MA: Wrestler number one hails from Detroit, Michigan…He weighs in 190 pounds and stands at five feet and eleven inches…*Looks to JJ* This is how you do it junior…HEEEEEE ISSSSS GRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAVERRRRRR!!! Graver parades around the ring waving at the fans with a big ole grin on his face as they boo the living hell out of him. MA: Wrestler number two hails from Bismarck, North Dakota. She weighs in at 140 pounds and stands at five feet and six inches…SSSSSSSHEEEEEEEE ISSSSSSS MMMMMELLLLLANNNNNNNIIIIIIE!!! To quite a few cheers Melanie gives the thumbs up to the fans. MA: Wrestler number three hails from Aurora, Ohio. She weighs in at 125 pounds and stands at five feet and four inches…She is your FIW World Cruiserweight Champion…SSSSSSSSHEEEEEEEEEE ISSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAPRRRRRRRILLLLLLL LLLLLLYYYNNNNNN!!! The announcement doesn’t even seem to faze April who seems to be in a cross between sad and trying to stay focus. The fans clap and try to rally April’s sprits but to no avail. MA: Wrestler number four hails from The French Quarter, New Orleans, Louisiana. He weighs in at 225 pounds and stands at six feet and two inches…He is one half of the FIW World Tag Team Champions…HEEEEEEEEE ISSSSSSSSSS RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMY!!! A large population of the arena cheers of the young Cajun however Remy’s eyes are focusing in on Graver. A few times his eyes straying from Graver to look at April who is on the other side of the ring. MA: And finally wrester number five hails from Nashville, Tennessee. She weighs in at 137 pounds and stands at a grand total of five feet and eight inches. She is a former FIW World Cruiserweight Champion…SSSSSSSSSHEEEEEEEEE ISSSSSSSSSS KAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEY LLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!!! The fans’ reaction to Kailey dwarfs all three of Remy’s and Melanie’s, and April’s cheers. Modestly Miss Lane waves to the fans but still tries to pay attention to the happenings of the ring. MA: Oh and that Onikage guy…stupid little brat trying to steal my job… Richard Kelly gets all the wrestlers aside from two to exit the ring and calls for the bell. [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] Graver turns around to find April staring at him from the other side of the ring. Which causes a even larger grin to spread across the disgusting lips of the Detroit native. Quickly Graver walks towards his opponent only for a slap to ring out. Graver and April, and the fans all turn to look at Remy who standing behind April on the apron tags himself in. April begins to argue with Remy over him tagging himself in but Richard quickly breaks it up and makes April leave and let’s Remy enter. Though the bigger story is Graver who similar to how a toddler would is throwing a fit as he jumps up and down while wildly punching his fists in the air in front of him. TM: Awww weak, Remy screwed us out of some entertainment. JH: How would Graver trying to feel up a woman be entertainment? TM: Duh, because he’d be feeling up their ass or their boobies. JH: Well in either case Graver is certainly taking this…”maturely”. As Graver throws his fit Remy wastes no time to slug Graver right in the face causing him to stumble back a few steps. The Cajun brought his brawling shoes it seems as he throws lefts and rights one after another. Each one sends Graver’s head bouncing about on his shoulders like some pin ball. Graver backs away from Remy trying to create some distance between the two. However Remy isn’t having any of this and follows right after Graver and walks right into a thumb to the eye by Graver. JH: What a no good low down dirty trick by Graver! TM: Hey you do any thing you can to win Jonathon. That’s the name of the game. JH: I thought the name of the game was wrestling, guess I missed a course or two. TM: Maybe in the 50s or whatever that was the case, but not in this day and age Jonny boy. The goal is to win, even if it means you gotta bend the rules here or there. JH: That wasn’t Graver “bending” the rules Moore, that was Graver cheating. No matter what cheating is against the rules too, plain and simple. Richards tries to warn Graver about cheating but he isn’t listening whatsoever and flips Mister Kelly for his troubles. To the fans jeers from his cheap shot and flipping the bird to the referee Graver pounds his hand against his chest grinning. Remembering he is still in a match Graver grabs Remy by his platinum locks and throws him down back of his head first against the canvas. Kneeling down beside the fallen Cajun Graver begins to choke the very life out of him with both his hands wrapping around Remy’s neck to several more boos. The referee tries his hardest to get Graver to let go by starting his count and pleading with Graver. JH: C’mon ref! Do some thing! That’s a damn choke! TM: What’s got you so rallied up? JH: Graver is choking the very life out of Remy! TM: So?..... JH: So you dummy that’s illegal! Just as Richard is going to open his mouth to announce the five Graver let’s go of Remy and innocently gets back up to his feet. He backs away from Remy a bit to show he isn’t going to try any thing before he kicks Remy right in the ribs. Kelly warns Graver again before he kneels down beside Remy and makes sure he’s okay to compete still. His answer comes to him in the form of Remy shoving him off of him and storming up to his feet. Graver’s expression shows quite loud and clear what he is thinking “Oh shit”. Before Remy can get his hands on the sneaky drunk Graver rushes over and tags right out to Melanie. JH: Well so much for Graver’s game plan, seems all he managed to do was end up angering Remy. And if there is one thing you don’t want angry at you, it’s a Cajun who bleaches his hair folks. TM: This match just got incredibly boring, wake me up when either Onikage or Graver manages to get into the ring. JH: Yeah I’ll keep you updated your highness. Remy isn’t too pleased over Graver tagging out as he marches right past Melanie and to Graver on the apron. Graver quickly hops off the apron and takes several steps back in worry that Remy might just come out here after him. Luckily for Graver Richard Kelly stands in between the ropes and Remy to bring his attention back to the match at hand. Remy turns around to find Melanie grab a hold of the co-tag champ and try to lift him up. Even though she is quite strong for a woman it is quite apparent Melanie isn’t going to be able to lift Remy’s weight up for the power slam she intended. The Cajun elbows her on the side of her head causing her to stumble back slightly from the blow to the head. TM: That rift raft Remy is insane, trying to lay his hands on Graver even after he tags out. JH: Remy was just worked up over what Graver had done was all. Though looks like Remy might want to watch out and focus on Melanie at the moment. TM: Why? She doesn’t seem to be any threat to Remy. JH: Perhaps she didn’t think quite as wisely as she could’ve for her move of choice. However she is still relatively new to the big time so mistakes are bound to occur. But still she is by no means a push over for Remy to take lightly. TM: Oh I know Jonathon, she is pure evil. JH: Okay Satan is pure evil and Michael Jackson is evil, even the boy bands are evil. But Melanie Halstead is not pure evil, at all, so shush about that. TM: It’s in the eyes, look at the eyes Jonathon. I’m telling you pure EVIL! JH: Okay whate- TM: EVIL!!! The affects of the elbow only last momentarily as Melanie rebounds with a punch to Remy. Like the first fire a war breaks out between the two wrestlers as they brawl. Remy obviously being the bigger of the two’s punches having more power behind them. However Melanie manages to use her speed to her advantage and avoid quite a few while laying in a few herself. Trying to regain some control over the match Remy whips Melanie towards the ropes and bounces off the pair behind him. As the two are inches from colliding Remy lifts up his leg to hit the Mob Hit only to come up short when Melanie kicks his grill with a dropkick! JH: And just as quickly as you can say tea time Melanie Halstead is back in this thing! TM: C’mon Pemy! Kick that evil’s ass like you are some crazy and witty vampire who gets his soul back for his love! JH: Pemy? TM: Pussy plus Remy equals Pemy. JH: Lovely. Melanie points out to the fans in the arena in an act of show boating a bit which gets them pretty behind her. Running back into the ropes she bounces off of them and rolls in a ball before hopping up to her feet with her back facing Remy. She only stays on them for a mere moment however as she quickly flips backwards and hits a standing phoenix splash. With ease she hooks Remy’s leg as she goes for the pin fall. [align=center]1! Tw-No! Kick out![/align] TM: Yes! Pemy is still in this thing! JH: I can’t believe that wasn’t three, Melanie has certainly been putting a hurting on Remy. Then again it also seems like Remy hasn’t brought his A-game with him. TM: Wait…Pemy is part of the A-TEAM?! JH: No, A-game and A-team are two very different things. TM: I pity the fool who thinks that. Remy looking to catch his wind rolls right out of the ring as he tags in the nearest person on the apron. The fans aren’t too happy about it either as it is Onikage. Melanie waits for Onikage to get into the ring and probably is cursing her luck for her opponents just seemingly get bigger and bigger or maybe she’s thinking of what to buy when she goes to the super market. Onikage ties up with Melanie and with relative ease pushes his female opponent back into the turnbuckle. Richard Kelly of course hops over to beside the two and calls for Onikage to let Melanie out of the corner. Slowly Onikage unlocks and backs a few steps off from the turnbuckle…before he side kicks Melanie right on her knee cap causing her to fall to one knee. JH: Onikage certainly doesn’t seem to be showing much gratitude for Melanie helping him get here to the finals. TM: Bah, right, Onikage carried her ass to the finals and now he’s getting rid of the dead weight, the EVIL dead weight. JH: If any one in this match is evil it’s Onikage. TM: What about Graver? JH: He’s just an ass hole, not evil. The referee tries to warn Onikage but to no surprise it doesn’t seem like Onikage is listening as he snatches Melanie by her long locks and drags her out of the corner. Forcing her back up to her feet Onikage releases her which causes Melanie to nearly fall back down without the support. That might’ve actually been a good thing considering Onikage begins to unload with kicks and knee strikes to Miss Halstead. Having not quite the experience in martial arts that her opponent does Melanie does her best to try and block the attacks while getting away from Onikage. But the self proclaimed Mister Ordinary isn’t allowing that as he follows after her. Onikage leaps into the air and rocks Melanie with a knee to the side of the head causing both to fall to the canvas. JH: These strikes are simply vicious! He could do some serious bodily harm with them and no one deserves that. Let alone a rather new star in the making like Melanie! TM: Well maybe he’s letting off some steam on her. After all he could’ve seen Xtreme Kitten’s return to that other show and not been too pleased with what he heard. JH: All those things were true but it’s still no reason for him to assault Melanie in this manner! TM: Hey it isn’t like she was forced into this ring Jonathon, she knew the risks coming into this match and coming into this company. Not every one here is here to make friends and dance on rainbows while they sip tea on unicorns’ backs. JH: What are you even rambling on about? Onikage drags Melanie back up and lifts her up for a backbreaker however as he lifts her up he seems to have lifted her too high. As Melanie manages to wiggle her way into a twirl sending the majority of her body behind Onikage as she wraps her arm around his head and slams him head first down with a reverse DDT! The fans try to clap along with one another to rally support for Melanie to get back into this thing as both April and Kailey call out for the tag from their corners. She pulls Onikage towards the turnbuckle though it isn’t going too well as she can barely pull him along let alone pick him up. Once they arrive at the turnbuckle she bends over to try and make a attempt at lifting him up when… TM: FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS! JH: Oh no! Onikage has it locked in! TM: Yes! Please let her pass out! That would be so sweet to see in this match! And hell I’d even not mind April or Kailey or Pemy winning the match if that happened. JH: You are a horrible man! TM: Yeah…you are just figuring this out now after all these years working together? Pulling Melanie down to him Onikage manages to wrap the leg scissors around her waist as he fully locks it in. The fans try to still cheer Melanie on hoping there is some way she can get out of it. While Richard Kelly being more realistic starts checking Halstead to make sure he doesn’t miss it if she submits. In a last ditch effort to try and save herself Melanie pushes her weight back pinning Onikage’s shoulders to the mat. [align=center]1! 2! Thr-No! Shoulders up![/align] Saving himself from that embarrassment Onikage rolls the two of them onto their side. Melanie thinking of any thing to try reaches out for the bottom rope. Her fingers tips are inches from the bottom rope as the fans are going crazy for her to grab it. She…can’t hold out any longer and taps very quickly to the hold. Onikage keeps it locked in for a few more moments then needed before he releases it. MA: Eliminated by submission…MELANIE HALSTEAD! TM: Better luck next time evil creature. JH: You can’t blame her, she had nothing left she could do to escape. It was either pass out or tap out. I think she made the right choice in the end as she avoids serious injury this way. TM: Don’t try and justify that quitter’s submitting. JH: I wouldn’t call her a quitter Thomas, she has loads of heart. TM: Yeah but where does that get ya when you have no skill to back it up? HA! Man…whew… I crack myself up. April enters the ring while Graver nearly falls right over the top rope in excitement as he tags himself in. Onikage seems mildly annoyed with being denied his chance to continue competing but obeys the referee’s orders. Graver grins at April as he to show how “great” he is tries to step over the top rope…only for his foot to get caught in it. The Michigan native to several laughs wiggles and curses as he tries to free his foot from the top rope. April rolls her eyes and mutters “men” before she walks over to Graver. Graver smiles brightly and seems to expect April to try and get him out of the ropes as he stops trying him allowing her room to work. Instead April Lynn grabs Graver by his head and gets him out of the top rope by dropping him right on his head with a spiked DDT. JH: Well that’s certainly one way to get your opponent out of the top rope. TM: That witch might’ve just given Graver a concussion! JH: Good, maybe it would knock some sense into “Edmond”. TM: Yo! Don’t call Graves that name! The name is Graver and don’t you forget it, you English bitch! JH: I’m not the one who whores myself out to all the people with attitude problems on TNT Moore. She seems rather calmly confident as she lifts Graver’s lifeless but still grinning like a dork’s body up to its feet. To wake Graver up a bit April unleashes a flurry of open hand slaps right across the two slimy and dirty cheeks that belong to Graver’s face. This seems to be all he needs as he stumbles about cursing up a storm in typical Graver fashion before he realizes who hit him. Trying to play it off Graver walks up to April casually only to slap her right back before striking a pose. Like any one who’s just been slapped April’s first reaction is to try to tie up with Graver. However he quickly slides behind April and locks her in a half nelson. Right before Graver throws her back in a half nelson suplex though he takes this chance to feel up April’s ample chest before he drops her on her head. TM: That Graver, god bless him, he’s such a kind man. JH: What’s kind about feeling up a woman?! That man is a pervert! TM: Yes but he is the perverted Minister of Awesomocity. JH: Oi… Graver hops back up to his feet as he grins and pounds his hand against his chest to show just how manly and bad ass he is. Carefully he kneels down beside April’s fallen body and looks over it with an oddly loving look. Gently his hand runs over her long blonde hair right before he roughly snatches a hand full and pulls her forcefully back up to her feet. He tosses her arm over his neck and lifts her up into the air…only for April to push forward and springboard herself off the ropes dropping Graver face first with the Aurora Borealis! JH: Yes! April reversed it! TM: No! Minister of Awesomocity! Gaining a bit of confidence April waves to the crowd who cheer her on as she lifts Graver up and whips him into the ropes. It appears she is going for the Lynnch-Pin to take Graver out of this match once and for all. However as Graver rebounds he grabs hold of her and slams her down with… TM: ONE SECOND COLLAPSE! WOO! JH: April looks to be in serious trouble ladies and gentlemen! TM: I know! It’s great! Graver so worn out he just falls right down with April but by luck manages to fall on top of her. Richard Kelly has no other choice but to call it for what it is, a pin, and start the count. [align=center]1! 2! 3!!![/align] MA: Eliminated by pin fall…APRIL LYNN! Slowly Richard helps April out of the ring while Graver starts to come to and figures out what happened. Instantly he jumps up to his feet and starts pumping his fists in the air and acting like he just won the tournament. This isn’t the best idea at the moment however as Remy takes it upon himself to deem him the legal man. Coming right up behind Graver he rolls him up to which Mister Kelly quickly takes notice of. [align=center]1! 2! 3!!![/align] MA: Eliminated by pin fall…GRAVER! TM: Hey! Pemy just had a hand full of pants! That’s cheating! JH: I thought you didn’t have a problem with people cheating? TM: Well…yeah as long as they are cool, and Remy is for sure not cool. And that elimination? *Bites apple* Dat’s not cool. JH: Where’d you get that apple? TM: *shrugs* Props department. Richard Kelly never sees the hand full of tights and thus demands Graver leave the ring now that he is eliminated. The Detroit native looks ready to throw yet another fit over Remy screwing him like that. The Cajun on the other hand seems now quite happy that he was able to vent some anger by screwing Graver. His happy moment isn’t for long as Onikage twirls him around and nearly takes his head off with a lariat to a chorus of boos and jeers. Mister Ordinary for good measure puts a few boots into Remy’s back side too. JH: We are down to the final three ladies and gentlemen, only half of the original number of wrestlers remains. TM: And Kailey has yet to get into the ring. JH: Well she certainly doesn’t seem to have much luck, every one is tagging out to other people. When some one is eliminated another person has run right in before she could enter. TM: I think it’s her plan, to try and stay as fresh as she can so she can blow by the remaining one person after all the other four are gone. JH: I think you are mistaking Kailey for a coward, like Graver. Remy manages to pull himself back up to a vertical base by using the middle ropes. This isn’t going to last long however if Onikage has his way as like a train full of steam he charges forward at the smaller Cajun. It seems fate is smiling down on Remy though as he ducks and pulls down the top rope sending Onikage sailing to the outside. Not wasting this chance to inflict punishment and please the fans Remy hops right up onto the top rope. Carefully he balances himself up on it as Onikage turns right around to come face to face with the Cajun. Remy sling shots him off the top rope and performs a picture perfect topei con halio taking both men down. JH: Talk about adding some luchalibre flavor to your match! TM: Blargh, I think I’m going to be sick after seeing that flippity flopper stuff. JH: It certainly has taken out Onikage, that’s for sure. [align=center]1![/align] TM: You seriously lack faith in Onikage, like he’d be taken out by some petty move like that. JH: Oh I think Onikage is quite talented, I just don’t like his views and methods. Much like most of the people on the TNT roster I don’t care for. TM: Right, I bet you think he’s some kind of freak. [align=center]2![/align] JH: Well…he isn’t as ordinary as he seems to think he is, that’s for sure. TM: Oni is a role model for all! He is so gifted yet so ordinary at the same time. Unlike that dirty Remy who is a filthy little thief. JH: Remy may bend the rules a tad but he certainly doesn’t try to deny he does either. [align=center]3![/align] Slowly Onikage pushes Remy off of him as he tries to get up to his knees. Much like his opponent Remy is a tad out of it and having trouble getting to his feet as well. Carl starts to walk over in hopes of helping his alley up but Richard Kelly warns the big man not to interfere. [align=center]4![/align] It’s Remy who is the first to stand by pulling himself up on the apron skirt and with a subtle and almost not noticeable “nudge” Carl pushes Remy into the ring. [align=center]5![/align] Finally Onikage makes it up to his feet but even now his legs look a tad on the spaghetti legs side. The masked oddity rolls into the ring breaking up the count out. JH: Thank goodness, while I wouldn’t mind Remy and Kailey being the final two I truly wouldn’t want this to end by count out. TM: Oh come off it, you were counting down the seconds till you didn’t have to see Onikage again for tonight. JH: That’s not true at all and you know it. TM: Bah like any one cares about the truth, folks Jonathon was counting down the seconds till he didn’t need to see Onikage again till next week. And honestly that’s all you need to know. As Onikage gets to his feet he is met with Remy drilling him with the Mob Hit kick. Causing the bigger man to stagger back and lean against the ropes which left him wide open. Remy seeing his chance rushes forward and throws as many punches as he possibly can to Onikage’s gut. Which results in by the end Onikage nearly falling out over the middle rope. He pulls Onikage out from the ropes and wraps his arm around the back of Onikage’s neck and throws Oni’s over the back of his. JH: Do you think it’s coming? TM: God I hope not…it’s such an annoying move. JH: More like a series of moves. TM: Whatever, still hell’a lame. To the shock of quite a few fans Remy manages to lift Onikage up into the air and drives him down head first into the canvas with a brain buster. Quickly Remy rolls over onto his stomach and pushes the two of them back up to their feet. For the second time he lifts a man who weighs 25 more pounds than him up above him. And just like last time drives him head first into the canvas with a brain buster #2. The Cajun is calling for the third one as he floats over and brings the two of them to their feet. However his strength falters on him just long enough for Onikage to turn the tables as he hooks Remy’s leg and lifts him up into the air. Onikage drops Remy down onto the mat head first with a Fisherman DDT. He tries to push himself up to his feet but it seems like the brain busters took too much out of Onikage as he falls to his knees. JH: Onikage reversed Remy’s Une, Deux, Trois with his move he calls the Canvas Smash! TM: C’mon Oni! Pull yourself together! You can take that idiotic Pemy out right here and now! JH: It looks like the abuse he’s taken at the hands of Remy is just took much for him to handle Moore. TM: No! No! No! This isn’t fair! First Graver and now maybe Onikage! Damn it! I want the winner to be some one I like! Some one I like ya hear me?! This is all the time Remy needs to start his crawl towards a certain corner to a certain wrestler who hasn’t wrestled yet in a certain match. The fans cheer like crazy as Remy tags out to Kailey who walks right in. It seems Kailey tagging in is enough to get him to push himself up to his feet. An odd sort of anger almost seems to be over coming Onikage as he recklessly does a mid-high side kick to Kailey. She is so caught off guard by the kick she nearly gets a few cracked ribs for her trouble. The kick is enough for Kailey to get her game face on which seems to only further annoy Onikage as he unleashes another side kick which Kailey meets with one of her own neutralizing his. TM: I wonder what’s got Onikage so fired up all of a sudden. JH: I don’t know either. TM: Hey you don’t think it’s that his little idiot of a student likes Kailey, do ya? JH: I didn’t even think of that, that very well could be. Onikage didn’t seem too happy to see those two interacting with one another. TM: Well whatever the reason I like it and I hope he kicks Kailey’s face in. Kailey tries to counter with a palm thrust which Onikage catches with his left hand and pulls her in. He wraps his right arm around her arm just shy of the shoulder forcing her to stay where she is. With his left arm he begins to repeatedly ram his elbow into the inner side of Kailey’s elbow. Miss Lee gasps and groans but tries to get herself free by sweeping his legs out from under him with a sweep kick. Onikage doesn’t allow himself to stay for too long off his feet as he gets back up to them in a hurry. Once again except this time many more right in a row Onikage performs side kick after side kick with both legs. Mixing in a few high ones and a few low ones to try and confuse his opponent. Amazingly Kailey seems to manage to block and even dodge a few of them. She counters when she sees an opening with a round house kick nearly taking Onikage’s head off. JH: Both of these wrestlers are highly skilled martial artist and it is showing off quite clearly here. TM: Pffft Kailey can barely keep up with Onikage, what match are you watching? JH: Actually it seems like Kailey was and is bidding her time and taking any opening she sees. Unlike Onikage who seems to be just wildly attacking her right now. If I were to make a guess if he doesn’t try and clear his head he might just end up tiring himself out and giving Kailey an easy elimination. Onikage stumbles back but isn’t down quite yet which results in Kailey running in to finish the job. Though to some degree it seems Onikage was playing dead as he snatches her arm and quickly gets behind her locking in For Whom the Bell Tolls! Kailey tries to keep her running pace right into the ropes to make a quick break but Onikage isn’t having any of that. Richard Kelly circles around the two making sure every thing is legal and Kailey hasn’t submitted. JH: God damn Oni! Kailey’s got to hold on! I’m sure she can find some way to fight out of it! TM: Ha ha it’s over for Kailey Jonathon, say good night since in a matter of seconds she’ll be walking to the back eliminated. JH: I don’t believe that, Kailey has been in stickier situations than this before. TM: Oh the mountain of jokes I could make out of that statement…But eh since kids are watching I’ll leave it be. Remy apparently not wanting Kailey to get eliminated either starts clapping his hand against the turnbuckle rallying the fans for Kailey. Soon nearly the entire arena is clapping along with Remy trying to channel power for Kailey to get out of the hold. However ironically with each passing moment it seems like Kailey is looking more and more lifeless in the middle of the ring. Soon she is leaning on Onikage and looks out right on her feet. Onikage being the gentleman that he is orders Richard to check Kailey to which the referee obeys. Richard bends forward getting only inches away from Kailey when…suddenly her eyes spring open as with her free arm she grabs hold of Onikage’s head and jumps down hitting a one arm stunner! Onikage releases his hold and nearly falls right backwards. TM: You’ve got to be shitting me… JH: Kailey escaped the hold! Kailey escaped the hold! TM: Weak… Kailey get right back up to her feet as Onikage in his dazedness turns his back on his opponent. This is all Kailey needs to come right up to Onikage and lock him in the Cobra Clutch! Much like Kailey was moments ago Onikage tries to race towards the ropes. Luckily grounding her weight Kailey manages just barely to stop Onikage from reaching the ropes. His arms are waving around wildly in front of him as Onikage roars and yells in agony from the hold. It leaves Mister Ordinary with nothing to do but to tap, which he does to a thunderous cheer from the fans. MA: Eliminated by submission…ONIKAGE! JH: It’s Remy and Kailey! Kailey and Remy! One of these two will be crowned the 2005 Grand Prix winner! Remy enters the ring and comes face to face with Kailey who is trying to recover a bit still from the affects of Onikage’s submission. As she clutches her neck suddenly the duo is in the center of a rain storm that looks like a weird rainbow. All of the first row fans are showering the two in streamers as the fans clap in appreciation over both of theirs hard work. Remy looks over at Kailey and smirks while Kailey smiles and the two shake hands. As soon as both retract their hands they begin pace around the ring. TM: Gah this is horrible, first all the cool people are eliminated. Then the fans go puro on us and shower the two losers with streamers and the two have a hand shake. This is the most disgusting display of honor and respect I’ve ever seen. JH: I thought it was quite the touching moment. TM: You would, any ways luckily both of them are a tad tired out so this shouldn’t and better not last much longer. Kailey extends her hands to tie up and Remy gladly accepts the offer. As soon as the two are tied up Kailey pushes forward trying to send Remy straight down to his knees. The Cajun being a bit more rested of the two however manages to hold out a bit though it certainly looks like he is in a bit of pain. Thinking fast Remy hops up and drop kicks Kailey right on the chest causing her to release the tie up. Rushing back up to his feet Remy is met with a drop kick by Kailey. This time around both rise to their feet at the exact same time and stare down one another. JH: Both seem to be quite handy when it comes to the drop kick. TM: … JH: Don’t you have any thing to say? TM: No, I’m boycotting this main event ever since Graver and Onikage were eliminated. So to me this match ended when Graver defeated all five and is now the Grand Prix Champion. JH: Oi… Remy grabs hold of Kailey and whips her right into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Bouncing off the ropes the Cajun charges towards her looking for the Mob Hit however Kailey flies through the air and snatches onto Remy with a Head Scissors Takedown only to float right over into… JH: KAILEY-GO-ROUND! TM: *Burps* Ah I feel better now. JH: You really killed that dramatic moment, you know that right? Kailey rolls Remy’s lifeless body over and hooks both legs as Richard Kelly starts his count. [align=center]1! 2! 3!!![/align] JH: That’s it! I can’t believe it! It ended so quickly, guess that shows just how deadly Kailey’s finisher can be! MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN HERE IS YOUR WINNER…AND 2006 GRAND PRIX WINNER…KAAAAAAAIIIIILLEEEEEEEEY LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEE!!! JH: Kailey is the first ever woman to win the Grand Prix too! My oh my this is quite the win for that woman who was once just a small southern girl with a dream! TM: This soooooo sucks. Kailey sits up smiling and looks to be nearly in tears as Richard Kelly raises her hand in victory. The fans clapping and cheers, and just generally going ape shit over this win for one of their favorites. JH: Well that’s it folks, he’s Thomas Moore. TM: Meh. JH: And I’m Jonathon Hitchen! From all of us here at TNT and FIW, Happy New Years! We’ll see you next year! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Grand Prix Tournament Round 1 Tag Team Contest April Lynn & Graver def. Carl Lucas & Extreme Ninja #2 when April pinned Carl Grand Prix Tournament Round 1 Tag Team Contest Onikage & Melanie Halstead def. Bill Kuriyama & Curtis when Melanie pinned Bill after Slam!'s Hutch ran in Grand Prix Tournament Round 1 Tag Team Contest Remy Barteaux & Kailey Lane def. Shannon Micheals & Kendra Norton when Remy pinned Micheals after Alex Evans ran in Kennedy def. Jim O'Brien via pinfall Grand Prix Tournament Final Six-Pack Challenge Onikage eliminated Melanie Halstead via submission Graver eliminated April Lynn via pinfall Remy Barteaux eliminated Graver via pinfall Onikage eliminated by Kailey Lane via submission Kailey Lane eliminated Remy Barteaux via pinfall to become the 2005 Grand Prix Champion! |
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