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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; January 3, 2006 | |
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| Lita Maivia | Jan 4 2006, 01:12 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 first Tuesday Night Throwdown of 2006! We are live in Sin City! Las Vegas, Nevada! TM: I love this place! You know prostitution is legal here, right?! JH: Every thirteen-year-old in the world knows that, Thomas. TM: Hey! I'm not thirteen! JH: You picked a good night to join us, folks. We have a great show in store for you. Our main-event is a champion versus champion non-title match between the Ultimate Endurance Champion Carlos Kane and the Dual Crown Champion Swytch! I look forward to seeing how this goes without Kennedy stuck in the middle. TM: Poor Kennedy! She should be the Dual Crown Champion by now but noooo! Carlos Kane had to dream of being a Triple Crown Champion. JH: Carlos Kane tried to take advantage of the opportunity given to him, anyone would've done the same. TM: Well Kennedy's gonna be here tonight. I hope she comes out here so I can see her live and in person. JH: Maybe she will, maybe she won't. But we've also got two big tag team matches. First the 2005 Grand Prix Champion Kailey Lane will team up with the runner-up Remy Barteaux for the second time in two weeks. The undefeated Grand Prix Tag Team will take on another undefeated Grand Prix Tag Team in the form of April Lynn and Graver. TM: And that second team doesn't get along. In fact, the first team might not get along. Not to mention Remy finally kicking April to the curb. JH: There's more to that story than meets the eye, Thomas. But we've also got JJ in his first ever match, teaming with his teacher Onikage against a Mystery Tag Team. I can't wait for that. TM: Well, you're gonna have to. Because it's time for the opening match. Shannon Micheals versus Alex Evans. [align=center]The arena goes dark as Waterproof Blonde's "Just Close Your Eyes" plays, on the screen visions of a flaming dragon are seen, cross sectioning with Shannon Micheals' face looking down and him walking through the streets at night. "To see inside my eyes And all I was told I should see Opinons not mine The person they taught me to be When lying in the dark A vision of someone like you And inside the darkness I saw A voice I knew" As the guitar riff starts the lights come on, white lights flash red and back to white as a black clad figure is seen walking the entranceway, his arms visable through the sleeveless trenchcoat. His face hidden under the hood, his long black and red hair wet down his face. "Inside me a light was turned on And then I was alive If you close your eyes Your life will make it to reveal Did you never learn to stop Never heal In the darkness I can take you to the other side Find me waiting there You'll see if you just close your eyes" Shannon gets down to the ring and jumps over the top rope, he flips the hood back and outstretches his arms. [/align] MA: Now coming to the ring from Dallas Texas SHHHHANNNNON MIIICHEALS [align=center]The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers… Your Own Personal Jesus …Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring… Lift Up The Receiver I'll Make You A Believer! …Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin.[/align] MA: "Now coming to the ring from kings beach california...ALLLLLEEEXXX EEEVVVAAAANS" Ding ding As the bell rings Shannon puts out his hand but it gets slapped away by Alex, Shannon shakes his head and shrugs circleing around the ring, the two men stare at each other and lock up. Alex pulls Shannons head down into a headlock, shannon elbows alex in the ribs and pushes him towards the ropes, alex comes off and shannon goes for a hiptoss, Alex springs over onto his feet and reverses it going for a hip toss of his own, Shannon blocks it and hits alex in the stomach, he puts his leg over alex's head and gets flipped around, alex goes for a clothesline but Shannon ducks and pulls alex over in a deep armdrag the both get up and alex does the same arm dragging Shannon, both men stand up and stare at each other as the crowd shows respect TM: Great opening exchange by these two cruiserweights JH: I agree, these two are the future of the company, you know I do have to question Shannon michealsd though, I mean taking Tee back TM: Don't start with the soap opera crap...this is wrestling They lock up again, this time alex slips behind Shannon who grabs Alex's wrists and blocks a suplex attempt, he seperates aelx's hands and pulls him down in a pin but before any count can be registered alex slips out of it, as Shannon gets up Alex chops him in the chest, Shannon holds his chest and leans against the ropes, Alex does it again as the crowd "ooooo"'s, Alex does it again but this time Shannon does one back, the two trade some hard chops before Shannon kicks Alex in the stomach, he whips Alex to the corner but Alex leaps up and stand on the top rope, he jumps back going for the high-spot-o-rana but Shannon leaps up and dropkicks Alex in the face as he comes down, the crowd goes nuts as Alex slides out of the ring holding his nose. Shannon smiles and runs to the ropes, he comes back and throws his body over the top rope flipping down onto Alex TM: OHHHHH JH: A flipping heel-oh over the top rope! TM: HAHA TAKE THAT SLAM!, we got a great deal Both men lay on the outside in a heap, Shannon pulls himself up with the apron breathing deeply. He pulls alex up and whips him into the steel steps, Alex leaps up onto them and turns around, he leaps off and wraps his legs around Shannons head sending him into the ground with an hurricanrana. Alex gets to his feet and pulls Shannon by his hair to his feet he hits a hard chop to the chest and slides shannon back in the ring, Alex pulls shannon to his feet and picks him up in a firemans carry and turns it into a neckbreaker!. Alex goes for the pin [align=center]One two Shannon kicks out![/align] Evans stomps on the back of shannon head before pulling him up, Alex whips shannon into the ropes, as shannon comes back alex goes for a backdrop, Shannon flips over evans' back onto his feet facing away from him, as Evans turns around Shannon flips back with a pele kick!. Alex and Shannon go down but shannon gets to his feet and tries to shake off the necbreaker. He slowly climbs to the top rope and waits for Alex to get to his feet, he comes off with a crossbody but alex hits a dropsault in mid air!, Shannon lands on the mat hard and alex gets to his feet, he pulls Shannon up by his hair and hits a hard forarm to his face sending him down, Alex pulls shannon back up and pushes him into the corner he picks shannon up sitting him on the turnbuckle, he climbs up the ropes and signals for a hurricanrana, he leaps up and wraps his legs around shannons head, shannon however blocks it and pulls alex back up, Shannon stands and goes for a top rope powerbomb but alex throws himself back and reverses it into a hurricanrana in mid air! JH: OHHH wow...I love the cruiserweights TM: Hell yeah the excitement it's astonishing what these daredevils do Alex pulls himself up by the ropes as shannon crawls along the mat, shannon gets to one knee then to his feet, Alex runs up and tries for a step up enziguri, Shannon ducks and Alex lands on one leg he spins around into an enziguri from shannon sending him down, both men lay on the mat exhausted breathing heavily. The crowd claps begging the men to get to their feet, Shannon and Alex both roll over getting to their feet, Shannon goes towards alex and hits a hard right hand, and another and another. Shannon moves back and measures him up for an enziguri, Alex ducks the kick and nips from his knees to his feet before locking Shannon in a fullnelson, he flips shannon back hitting a dragon suplex bridging out of it! [align=center]one two th-shannon just rolls and gets out![/align] Alex sits up shaking his head like he can't beleive it, he kicks Shannon under the bottom rope and walks around the ring running a hand through his hair, Shannon gets to his feet on the outside, Alex runs and jumps up to the top rope leaping off with a shooting star plancha!. Both men lay on the ground outside the ring again in a heap JH: Again alex evans now over the top rope TM: This is an all out arial feast JH: It's awesome Alex gets to his feet first and gets back in the ring breaking the ten count, Shannon slowly makes it to his feet aswell sliding into the ring, Alex goes back on the attack stomping Shannon down hard. Alex then pulls Shannon to his feet and whips him into the ropes, alex goes for a clothesline and Shannon ducks and jumps up on the middle rope, he springs back but alex ducks and runs under shannon who lands on his feet, Alex hits a stiff kick to Shannons midsection, Shannon holds his ribs and fires a kick back, the two get into a kicking contest back and forth, Shannon grabs alex's leg and trips him back sliding his leg through locking in a quick flaming pain(edgucator), he wrenches it in as alex reaches to the ropes, his fingertips touch them but Shannon pulls back harder JH: Shannon micheals with some kind of submission here TM: Can Evans hold on? JH: He's trying.... TM: The kid has heart! Alex finally gets to the ropes and pulls himself to them almost hugging them for comfort. Shannon released the hold and stomps on Alex's back, he pulls him up and whips him into the corner, Shannon sets alex up on the top rope and hits him in the jaw, the referee tells shannon to open his fists, Shannon scales the ropes and stands on them making a spinning motion with his fingers, sure enough he goes for a top rope hurricanrana, but alex flips shannon backwards and leaps off grabbing shannons head bringing him down in an X-factor!, the crowd applaudes as both men lay on the mat breathing hard JH: The crowd is really into this match TM: I'm impressed with both men.... Alex is the first to his feet, he crawls over and pulls Shannon up by his hair. He kicks shannon in the stomach and pulls him up going for the Big Air Driver, Shannon kicks his legs and lands behind Alex, as Evans turns around Shannon leaps up grabbing Alex's head bringing him down in the B.T.H (RKO/Diamond cutter)! JH: The Big Air Driver countered by Bad Things Happen! TM: How did he do that? [align=center]One Two Three![/align] MA: Here is your winner... SHANNON MICHAELS!! JH: Shannon gets a measure of retribution against Alex Evans here tonight! TM: Yeah, but if I know Alex, he's just getting started with making Shannon pay for trying to take the spotlight! The TNT camera cuts backstage to in front of an all too familiar boiler room door. However two unlikely figures step in front of it, Smarty Smark and his assistant Paper Bag Man. They turn their heads and look at one another as PBM's clipboard begins to shake in his hands. Smarty Smark: Well....here we are, the first on the list.... PBM: Yes sir... Smarty Smark: Well....Knock on the door... Paper Bag man turns fully to face Smarty Smark and by his body seems rather surprised. PBM: Me?! Smarty Smark: Yeah bitch, you knock on the door. PBM: Why don't you? Smarty Smark: I'm the l33t leader, I get my assistant which is you to do this crap. PBM: Are you scared? Is that it? Smarty Smark: Noob who you calling scared?! I've faced the Red Dragon before! It doesn't take long for the two to break out into a rather girly slapping contest between the two of them. Paper Bag Man tries to use his clipboard as a shield as he slaps at Smarty. The two cease when suddenly like out of a horror movie the door opens mysteriously. They look at one another and Smarty takes a step into the dimly red lit boiler room. Smarty Smark: Hello?...Umm...Are you in here Mister Swytch? I have some...ermm...business to discuss with you. It's a once in a life time chance. ???: Oooooo, whooooo… The ghostly sounds are followed by an unmistakable giggle. A giggling which could only belong to one person you’d find in the boiler room these days. The giggling fades, turning into heavy breathing emanating from the darkened corners of the boiler room…Swytch. Swytch: Step into my parlor…*whispering* said the spider to the fly. fly. Smarty Smark and PBM at the very same time gulp and slowly step into the boiler room. It is quite apparent a bit of yellow is showing on their stomachs however the two try to act brave. Whispering into his boss' ear as to avoid from the other being in the boiler room from hearing PBM says. PBM: Maybe we should just forget about this and go? Smarty Smark: Don't be a pussy! ....Now you walk ahead of me... Paper Bag Man sighs as he walks in front of his boss and the two make their way over to where Swytch's voice came from. Smarty fixes his collar of his shirt and clears his throat. Smarty Smark: Mister Swytch I am the infamous manager within the world of professional wrestling, Smarty Smark. I have managed some of the very best and I have watched your career closely. I even watched your short lived stint on that other promotion down south. Smarty paces around in a circle looking towards he thinks he sees Swytch sitting at. Smarty Smark: What I am offering is to give you my managerial services for a small fee and percent of your merchandise profits. But what you get easily makes up for this Mister Swytch. Now you are the reigning Dual Crown champion and more power to you. However imagine this; some of the very greatest have held the top titles several times. They consider men like these legends within the business. What would they consider you then if you continued to hold the Dual Crown? If you never lost it, you wouldn't be a six teen or a ten time World Champ. You'd be a one time and longest reigning as well as last ever Dual Crown Champion. Under the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark you'd be able to do just that. Never lose those belts you care so much about. So what do you say? Sign the dotted line? Extending his hands that holds the contract and the pen towards the shadows. Though he is nervously sweating bullets Smarty manages to produce a rather fake looking smile. Swytch: Hold onto my titles forever? Why do I need your help? I WILL hold them forever. His voice seems to have traveled in the darkness. From one corner to another, hiding in a different shadow is the TNT Dual Crown Champion. Swytch: Maybe you need my help. Maybe you need a real talent in your corner for the world to take you seriously. Is that the case, stumpy little man? His voice grows increasingly louder as if he were moving closer and closer to Smarty Smark and PBM. Smarty Smark: You have confidence, that's one of the things I like about you Swytch. Perhaps Smarty's ego is so ample much like he's gut that Swytch's words don't even faze him. Or perhaps a weasel like him knows when he should be careful what he says in front of a thing like Swytch. The nasty smell of fear lingering on both men as Smarty continues and PBM starts looking towards the door. Smarty Smark: However there are powers that be that have and will try to derail you. If you were in a fair fight I'd agree with you Mister Swytch. But you fail to realize this isn't a fair world or a fair fight. You need to play the numbers game just like they are trying to do to you. It doesn’t matter whether it is Kennedy or another one in a similar mold to her. They will in the end find you with your guard down and steal those titles away from you. It seems like Smarty is actually starting to get on a roll as he looks around him. Still trying to figure out where exactly Swytch is hiding in the boiler room. Smarty Smark: Though I can stop that, I can make sure your titles are never stolen from you .That they stay right on your shoulder where they belong. Now doesn't that sound like an ideal situation? Doesn't that sound like a tempting offer? All you have to do is sign this contract making me your manager and I'll take care of the rest. You can continue sitting in here with your titles... Smarty Smark looks around at the floor with a bit of disgust at how filthy it is. Smarty Smark: ....Doing whatever it is you do in here... Laughter. Raspy, heavy laughter fills the air. It seems to come from all around, bouncing off the concrete walls of the dank under belly of the arena. Swytch: You speak of odds and numbers. You forget who you’re talking to. I have friends, many friends. Cold, steely, and sharp, they all love me and I them. Together we stick, and sometimes they stick to my enemies, when I bury them deep enough in their flesh. The laughter resumes, more so a chuckling this time, more amused than evil. Swytch: You sound desperate. Or is that sound the chatter of teeth and knocking of knees from your scared little friend. I see you peering at the door. Think you can make it in time? The dark air is quiet, the only sounds heard are the labored breathing from Smarty’s hefty gut and the fearful short gasps from PBM. The silence is broken suddenly by an odd sound. It takes a few seconds before either realizes what just happened. The sound being a loud splatter, the sound of a liquid hitting the face of PBM, a liquid like…blood? Swytch: Sign your contract with that. Paper Bag Man looks ready to scream when a scream similar to a high-school girl's echoes out from Smarty Smark's mouth. The large man races out of the boiler room probably quicker than he races to the all-you-can-eat buffets. His assistant isn't far behind him though PBM runs right into the wall beside the door. Smarty's hand comes back in and grabs PBM by the shirt pulling him out of the boiler room racing off. As the two shrieking men make their exit, a figure finally emerges from the darkness. Swytch stands, basking in the crimson light of the room. A grim smile plastered on his face as he holds his hands out to his sides, something drip, drip, dripping from his fingertips. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Shortly before the first tag team contest of the night we cut backstage into a locker room. Sitting slightly to the side of the camera is JJ as he laces up his wrestling boots. While he is doing this task it seems like his eyes are staring off at some thing. Slowly the camera pans around to reveal a picture of Kailey he has taped to the inside of one of the lockers. The camera zooms in on the picture until... BAM! The locker’s door suddenly slams shut and the camera pans up. Revealing it to be a fully ready Onikage glaring down at JJ who quickly looks down at his boots to avoid eye contact with his teacher. Onikage: What did I tell you? Get your thoughts off of other matters as tonight you are in a match. Even if this isn’t some thing more than it seems like I am suspecting I don’t wish you to embarrass yourself or me out there. Let alone cost us the win tonight. JJ shakes his head slightly and his smile slowly disappears as he continues to look down away from Onikage. JJ: Are you still worried over this match? We have this thing in the bag sensei, trust me. There is no way we are walking out of the arena here tonight the losers. It’ll just be yet another win put to your record and be the first win on my debut. Onikage: Don’t act with such arrogance, you are still a rookie. It could be the very thing that costs you our match or a match in the future. Your skills have yet to develop to their fullest potential which comes with time in the ring actually wrestling. It seems Onikage’s words hit a tender area as JJ’s expression starts to turn to frustration with maybe even a bit of anger. JJ: Don’t worry about me, I’ll show every one out there tonight why I am some one that shouldn’t be just seen as your student or lackey. JJ snatches up his robe and throws it over his shoulder as he heads to the door. His expression nearly a 180 from at the start of the segment as he mumbles to himself. JJ: Whoever it is they are going to regret the day they got in the ring with me... Onikage’s student walks off camera and the locker room door opens and then slams shut signaling he has left. As an eerie silence falls over the locker room a soft noise creeps into the camera’s micro phone as Onikage pushes open JJ’s locker door. His eyes nearly glaring daggers at the picture of Kailey Lane. Onikage: Your venom may be coursing through his veins... Gently Onikage’s finger tips run over the photo before his finger nails slowly begin to dig into it. Onikage: But if you try to sink your fangs in deeper...I will leave you with more than just bruises like I did last week... A horrible sound engulfs the locker room as Onikage digs his thumb’s nail into the neck area of the Kailey in the picture. Going slightly through it and scratching his nail against the metal locker door. Onikage: I will remove your head from the neck it rests on... With that Onikage removes his hand from the picture and closes the locker door as the camera cuts to else where. The camera cuts backstage in front of a locker room door. Once again we see Paper Bag Man and Smarty Smark standing outside of it. PBM: Are you sure we can't just go back to our locker room?... Smarty Smark: No and don't be such a pussy or I'll have to start calling you Puss Bag Man. PBM: Hey I'm not a pussy it's just that the clown guy didn't go for it, why do you think he will? And at least with the clown he was crazy enough not to get violent right away. This guy will probably cripple us! Smarty Smark: You're such a tool. Smarty Smark pushes open the locker room door to find it completely dark. Just barely Jim O'Brien's ample figure can be made out in the darkness. For one reason or another despite him not having a match tonight it sounds like Jim is taping up his hands. PBM: Ahem...Sir, my boss and head of the managerial firm Smarty Smark and Smark would like to discuss with you a chance of a life time. O'Brien: I don't want to order any cookies, now run along girl scout. Paper Bag Man turns around and looks ready to run right out of the locker room when Smarty snatches him by the back of his collar. Smarty walks through the door way and into the locker room. Standing with PBM clinging to him only a few inches away from Jim O'Brien. Smarty Smark: We are here to discuss business with you, O'Brien. O'Brien: I'm not interested in cookies, Chubbsie. But if your Brownie scout is selling Encyclopedias- Smarty Smark: We are not selling cookies you fat oaf! Smarty Smark's eyes widen when he realizes out in a fit of anger he blurted out. It seems he isn't the only one as Jim has stopped taping up his hands and sits now in a eerie silence. Smarty Smark: I apologize for my out burst but I am not one to take as lightly as you seem to be taking my offer and me O'Brien. My goal was to come here and extend the olive branch of sorts to you. Here to offer my services as a manager for a reasonable fee. In exchange I will grant your wildest dreams and get you any thing you want. O'Brien: *slyly & in Jim fashion* A Never-Ending Gobstopper, I've always dreamed of having one of those. Oh, and I would love Paper Bag like he *points to PBM* has. Jim resumes taping up his hands as Smarty Smark thinks over his options left to him. A small smirk creeps over the edges of Smarty's lips as he takes a step forward speaking in a near whisper. Smarty Smark: But I think those two belts, the Dual Crown Championships are something you've dreamed of having, aren't they? Jim O'Brien: You... Get me the Dual Crown? Smarty Smark: Mr. O’Brien I could get you any thing you possibly could wish for. If you wanted money then I would make sure you were the most well paid superstar in FIW. Or maybe it was women you were after whether for a good fucking or for a relationship. I may not look it but I can make sure you get that special woman for you. But above all else if it was gold that you wanted...Well just say the word and I could get those titles back around your waist. Wouldn't that be some thing?... With a rather shocking grace Smarty Smark moves to Jim's right shoulder and says in a near whisper as he waves his hand in front of them. Smarty Smark: Jim O'Brien the record breaking... Quickly Smarty Smark moves to the left side and once again waves his hand in front of them. Smarty Smark: THREE time FIW Dual Crown Champion... Chuckling softly Smarty Smart takes a few steps back and stands up straight. Smarty Smark: Not only that but I could ensure you never lose them. Others have turned down this very offer Mr. O’Brien but I know you are different. You are a man of vision, you are a business man whether you look the part or not. You know better than any one on the TNT roster that money talks in ways the human tongue can not. What do you say? In a much more confident fashion Smarty Smark starts to chuckle again. Soon Jim joins in with a soft chuckle of his very own. Well it starts out soft but soon grows louder and louder. Soon it is drowning out Smarty's and becomes more of a mocking laugh. Jim O'Brien: A man of vision? Me?! You must have me confused with a brain dead futty-dutty like Hype who's tricked by Kennedy's big, masssive, robust, lavishing set of... words. Slowly Jim O'Brien stands up and a bit of the light from the open door shines down onto him. Carefully he walks over his stool he was sitting on and walks right up to Smarty. He leans down so the two of them are face to face. O'Brien: Just because a man is a monster doesn't make that man stupid. Many, many times I've heard such promises that yopu're making. And the fact of the matter is what you think you can do and what you are actually able to do for me are two totally different things. Now please... *smiling & gesturing towards the door* Exit my locker room before I cripple you. Smarty Smark: I see...well...very well Mr. O’Brien if that is your choice. Just remember this day as the day you had the chance for greatness but turned your bac- O'Brien: EXIT! Smarty Smark grudgingly obeys and storms out of the locker room. He left Paper Bag Man shivering on the floor in front of Jim. In a moment of idiotic courage PBM stands up and faces Jim. PBM: Will you at least think the offer we gave you over? Jim grabs a hand full of PBM's head and bag and... Appearantly thinks it over. O'Brien: Well... NO! With that, Jim shoves Paper Bag Man right out of the door. JH: Well fans, now it's time for Onikage & his padawan learner JJ to square off against- TM: The Road Warriors. JH: What? TM: The Pitbulls. JH: Th- TM: The Fabulous Ones. JH: Exc- TM: Owen Hart & Yokozuna. JH: Stop it. TM: C'mon, you don't know that they came out of death to wrestle tonight. Jonathan just... shakes his head. |
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TM: Onikage & JJ are facing a mystery tag team! It could be anybody! 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. JH: JJ seems extra confident, tonight. Though ever the opposite of his student, Onikage more cautious. TM: I don't understand why. There's nothing- [align=center]OWWWWW!!!!! YEAH, WE DID IT! It's on fire! LOUDAH! YEAH, WE DID IT! It's on fire tonight! We are ready to rock this! Ready to rock this! SCREAM! YEAH, WE DID IT! Uh huh! Uh huh! We got Metallica! In here! YEAH, WE DID IT! Ja Rule, Swizz Beatz, the Monstah! LET'S GO[/align] The pairing of Ja Rule's rapping & Metallica's rocking flows over the PA system in 'We Did It Again.' To which is recieves a... well, confused reaction. JH: Who could this be? TM: I KNEW IT! NEW JACK & MUSTAFA! THE GANGSTAS! [align=center]JUST WHEN YA THOUGHT IT WAS OVER JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS DONE JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE MAN, WE DID IT, DID IT AGAIN[/align] And emerging from the back... JH: IT'S...! IT'S...! Jim O'Brien, bitches. He swaggers along with the funkalicious grooves & gets about to the middle of the entryway before he brings a microphone from his pants pocket, prompting to cut the music. He grins and brings the mic to his lips as Onikage & JJ watch on in sheer shock. O'Brien: Well, well, well. Onikage & JJ. It's just been too long since we last got together. We need to start hangin' out more, fellas. You two, me, the students, we'll have a grand party! WIth loadsa beer and pot & sex sex sex! I'm just guessing here, but I would bet Onikage looks like he's gonna throw up. And JJ - Wowsers, he looks like he's gonna explode in joy. "Can we?! Really?!" he's heard screaming out, which gets quite a distasteful look from Onikage... I think. O'Brien: No JJ, I'm sorry. You have to finish your Pre-Algebra homework. But that's okay, cause it can be me & Onikage partying. Us and... my tag team partner. But before we can even get the opprotunity to even think about who it could be, THAT TAG TEAM PARTNER CONNECTS WITH A DOUBLE BULLDOG ON ONIKAGE & JJ! JH: KENDRA! IT'S KENDRA! She ran in from the crowd! JJ immediately rolls to the outside, clutching at his face while Onikage also grabs at his mask, but doesn't stay grounded for long as Kendra grabs a handful of Onikage's hair & brings him to his feet. Logan Black charges into the ring and right when Kendra nails a HUUUUUGE Elbow into Onikage's mush, we hear the ol'... [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] And the match is officially underway. Onikage stumbles drunkenly and right into another HUUUUUGE Elbow Strike! Before Onikage can even fall, Kendra grabs Oni's wrist & whips him into a neutral turnbuckle. Kendra charges, hops AND NAILS A KNEE RIGHT INTO ONIKAGE'S FACE! JH: Argh! teh sTIFFXORZ!!!1!one Noticably proud of her work, Kendra grabs another handful of Oni's hair (to much disapproval from Logan Black) & brings the sensei to his feet. Kendra reels back a Right but gets a HUUUUUGE... Thumb to the eye. Kendra turns to her side & grabs at her eye while Onikage quickly tags in his student JJ. JJ's eyes go wide as he starts to shake in sheer excitement. "I'm in?! I'm in!" JJ shouts out, but not without reprimandment from Onikage. He stares down on his student & pulls his head aside, whispering instructions into his ear. JH: Y'know it wouldn't kill Onikage to lighten up a little bit. JJ got excited about being tagged in. So what? It's his first match. JJ recieves his instructions & climbs through the ropes & begins to circle Kendra. Kendra, who's well recovered by that Thumb to her eye by now, also begins to circle the rookie JJ. The charge for a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. But as quick as the wind, Kendra ducks & takes JJ down with a Double Leg Takedown. She grabs his legs & flips over with a Jackknife Pin. [align=center]ONE! TW - Pin reversed by JJ! ONE! TW - KICKOUT![/align] Kendra rolls to a knee & JJ sits up but goes back down after a Forearm Strike from Kendra! As JJ stares up at the lights, Kendra swivels around & grabs ahold of JJ's arm & applies a Key Lock. Playing to JJ's advantage is that he's near the ropes. JJ manages to wriggle himself close enough so that his foot raises & rests on the bottom rope & Logan Black notifies Kendra the news. Kendra obliges in releasing the hold on JJ and as soon as she does, JJ immediately clutches at that bottom rope like it's his mommy. After Kendra's backed up far enough, JJ lets go & begins to climb to his feet. Onikage shouts for JJ's attention which he accomplishes & barks out orders to JJ. A sly grin comes over JJ's face as he circles Kendra & raises open fists to the air. JH: Quite arrogant of JJ to go for a Test of Strength, wouldn't you say? TM: Arrogant? It's a good idea. Kendra's a girl, she wouldn't win a test of strength against a man. Kendra begins to raise a hand, but looks over her shoulder to her tag team partner, the Man In Black. Jim nods & shouts encouragement towards Kendra's way. Kendra turns her attention back to JJ & her left hand clasps with JJ's right. BUT KENDRA QUICKLY SNAPS OVER JJ WITH AN ARM DRAG & LOCKS HER LEGS AROUND JJ'S ARM, APPLYING A - JH: JUJIGATAME! TM: Told you she wouldn't win a test of Strength against JJ! She had to go & reverse it into a submission hold. Stipid submission-hold-knowing-girl. Logan Black quickly approaches JJ to see if he wants to call it a day, but doesn't get an answer as Kendra gets booted in the back of her head by Onikage! Logan reprimands Onikage & he quickly gets to steppin' back to his corner. JJ gets the opprotunity he's needed to capitalize as he gets to his feet. Kendra clutches at the back of her head, but isn't grounded for long as JJ brings Kendra to her feet & drags her over to his corner. He nails a SMAAAAALL jab to Kendra's jaw & quickly makes the tag to master Onikage. Onikage climbs through the ropes & charges Kendra, applying a Rear Waistlock. Kendra tries to go to one knee & grabs at Onikage's leg, but to no avail. JH: Onikage has a much wider Vertical base compared to Kendra's, so he's got that advantage going for him. Kendra finally manages to break Onikage's hold & reverses with a Hammerlock. But with unforseen speed, Onikage quickly reverses the Hammerlock into a Top Wristlock. Kendra goes to a knee as Onikage wrenches it in right above her head. But Kendra grits her teeth & bears it, rolling through the Wristlock & reverses it with a Wristlock of her own. But Onikage rolls through & kips up through Kendra's Wristlock & reverses it with a Wristlock of his own! But Kendra is quick to reverse as she reverses the Wristlock into a Hammerlock, and then into a Full Nelson. But Onikage reverses that, but connects with nothing as Kendra floats over & locks in a Side Headlock, but is quick back to the Hammerlock. Onikage reverses the Hammerlock with a Hammerlock of his own, then to a knee & takes Kendra down with a Double Leg Takedown! Onikage goes for the cover... [align=center]ONE! TWO! KICKOUT![/align] Kendra kicks out & is quick to her feet, but Onikage swings an arm under Kendra's knee & takes her to the mat. Onikage goes for an Elbow Drop, but misses. Kendra goes for an Elbow drop & also misses. Both competitors swivel to a standoff, which gets a great ovation from the crowd. JH: Well, I hate to give Onikage credit for anything, but he & Kendra but on an amazing display of mat work right there. Onikage did get the better of Kendra through that for the most part, but she certainly held her own against the former International Champion. Onikage & Kendra circle once again & Tie Up. Onikage nails a Knee to Kendra's midsection, then connects with a thunderous Right Hand. Kendra stumbles backward to a neutral corner where Onikage connects with a Knee to Kendra's sternum! Two! Three knees to the sternum! Kendra doubles over, but Onikage grabs Kendra's wrist & locks in a Top Wristlock. Onikage forces Kendra out of the corner & Onikage walks to the corner & steps up the bottom, middle, then top ropes! Onikage then walks on the ropes, jumps AND DROPS A LEG ONTO KENDRA'S ARM! TM: Onikage dropped that leg from the moon, Jonathan. With all the work Onikage is doing to Kendra's arm, it'll be awful hard for her to connect with any suplexes. Onikage puts another knee into Kendra's side, then quickly makes his way to his corner & tags in JJ. Ever the opprotunist, JJ charges the downed Kendra & grabs ahold of Kendra's weakened arm & twists it around his leg. TM: That's like a Spinning Toe Hold, but rather a Toe it's the arm. JH: Perhaps not the best idea to go after Kendra's arm. With the kicks she can throw & how quick she is, it'd be wiser to go after the leg. But Jonathan's comments don't deter JJ any. After one more spin, JJ grabs Kendra's other arm & brings it under Kendra's folded arm. JJ then falls to the mat & brings his other leg on top of Kendra's folded arm, applying an interesting looking Figure Four. JH: Figure Four Armlock?! I can't say I've seen one of those before! Kendra's face becomes a picture of pain as she tries to wriggle from JJ's grasp. Though, I wouldn't be too comfortable knowing my hands are just inches away from JJ's crotch either. :p Jim starts to pound on the turnbuckle, getting the crowd into the match as they clap in unison with Jim's turnbuckle banging. Logan Black checks up on Kendra if she wants to tap out, but she's not too interested in that idea. Kendra then musters her leg strength together & begins to push off the ground! Kendra gets one foot on the ground & one knee, putting JJ in a pinning predictament! [align=center]ONE! TWO! TH - KICKOUT![/align] JJ gets the shoulder up but Kendra still has that leverage. Kendra finally gets to her feet, getting a loud ovation from the crowd! Unfortunately for her, that Figure Four Armlock is still applied. "Turn 'em over!" Jim can be heard yelling, which Kendra attempts. Soon enough, Kendra has JJ turned over in a modified Boston Crab, but JJ still has that Armlock applied! Both grapplers look to be in a great, great deal of pain as told by their facial expressions. JH: Oh my! Who's gonna tap out first?! TM: C'mon Jonathan, nobody taps out on TNT. JH: Now that's not true. Plenty of victories have been scored via submission. TM: Who was the last one to? JH: Um... I, uh... TM: Exactly. We're at a stalemate, folks. Neither participant is ready to call it a day. Though Kendra, she sure as hell looks like she wants to. And JJ... Well, his face is buried in the mat. But you know he's gotta be in pain too. Kendra looks over to Jim, hoping for some pointers. But Jim, being a strange guy, smiles really big & points to his mouth. TM: What the hell kind of instruction is that? "Don't worry, be happy"?! Kendra looks over the painful pickle she's in; she looks over at Logan Black, at Onikage, now JJ. Kendra reels her head back, opens up real wide AND BITES RIGHT INTO JJ'S CALF! JJ screams like a little girl "She's biting me! She's biting me!" Then screams some more. Logan Black quickly reprimands Kendra & orders her to stop biting & to break the hold. Kendra does so & right when she releases JJ from the Toothlock, JJ releases the Figure Four around her arms. JJ clutches at his leg & yelps in pain while Kendra stands bent over, clutching at both arms. JH: Having that Figure Four Armlock applied while putting JJ in a Boston Crab, plus having been in that hold definately had to take alot out of Kendra Norton. TM: Well JJ about had his leg bit off by that cannibal! Imagine the pain he's in! In Hot Tag Time fashion, Kendra slowly stumbles her way to her corner where Jim makes a blind tag! JJ sees that Jim's been tagged in & immediately rolls over to his corner & tags in Onikage! The crowd pops largely as this is the part of the match they've waited for! "Bring it on down, Motherfucker!" Jim yells to Onikage, prompting Mr. Ordinary to charge Jim AND CONNECTS WITH A LARIAT! NO! Jim ducks the Lariat locks in a Rear Waistlock. Onikage gets one Elbow, two Elbows, three Elbows to Jim's mush & breaks Jim's hold. Onikage goes behind Jim, tucks his head under Jim's arm, lifts & goes for a Backdrop Suplex. But Jim falls behind behind Onikage ON HIS FEET! Jim grabs Onikage AND TOSSES HIM BACK WITH A TAZMISSIONPLEX, FOLDING ONIKAGE UP LIKE AN ACCORDIAN! JH: HELLSPLEXAHHH!!!!! Onikage lands close enough to his own corner that JJ slaps Onikage's boot & tags himself in! Groggily, Onikage yells to JJ "What the hell are you doing?!" "I'm gonna defend you, Master!" JJ yells to his sensei as he climbs through the ropes. Jim watches on & places his hands on his hips, a confuzzled look over his face. Slowly, Onikage climbs to his feet & goes to exchange some very negative verbage with JJ, but Logan Black ushers Onikage out of the ring. Jim takes a couple steps forward & stares down on JJ menacingly, but JJ doesn't back down an inch. JH: Fans, Jim O'Brien is a foot taller & nearly twice JJ's body weight. I think it's safe to say that JJ has more guts than brains. TM: What about the old saying "the bigger they are, the harder they fall?" JH: Well, how in the hell is JJ gonna get Jim O'Brien to fall down? Jim stands still looking down on JJ while JJ starts to circle The Monster of TNT. JJ charges Jim, ducks & goes for a Single Leg Takedown. Key words - goes for. Jim doesn't budge an inch. JJ yanks & tries to trip Jim over, but to no avail. Jim turns his attention over to Onikage & shouts "Is this some sorta joke?!" Jim turns back to JJ & clobbers JJ right into his cranium! JJ rolls off of Jim & clutches at the back of his head. But as soon as JJ rolled away from Jim, JJ charges back & connects with a stiff kick to Jim's leg! And another! Three kicks to Jim's leg! JJ backs up & reels back and nails another kick! NO! Jim catches JJ's leg and JJ NAILS AN ENZIGURI! Jim falls to the mat & clutches at the side of his head while JJ basks in the glory of taking Jim O'Brien off of his feet. And as if Onikage was in enough of a foul mood, this worsens it. Onikage brings his hand out as far as it can over the ropes, ordering to be tagged in. But JJ ignores his master's orders as he nails a kick into Jim's sternum! And another! Jim climbs to his hands & knees, barely selling those kicks to his sternum. JJ sends an Clubbing Blow to the small of Jim's back, but Jim shoots an evil glare JJ's way! Scared to death, JJ panics & sends a Forearm to the back of Jim's neck. But Jim no sells & gets to a knee! JJ sends a HUUUUUGE Right Hand to Jim's jaw, but Jim shoots another glare at JJ! About to piss himself & nearly out of ideas already, JJ charges & bounces off of the ropes. JJ charges Jim& gets plucked up onto Jim's shoulder! With JJ on his shoulder in a Powerslam predictament, Jim charges his corner & drops JJ on the turnbuckle face first! JH: Snake Eyes! JJ clutches at his faceas he bounces off of the turnbuckle. He stumbles to about midring when Jim bounces off of the ropes, getting slapped on the back by Kendra in the process. Jim rebounds AND NAILS A BIG BOOT ONTO JJ! JJ falls back like a sad sack of potatoes! Jim looks into the crowd & slashes his thumb across his throat! Jim grabs a handful of JJ's hair & brings him to a vertical base. Jim kicks JJ in the stomach and pushes JJ into a Standing Headscissors, getting a monumental reaction from the crowd! JH: Jim's droppin' the F-Bomb! TM: But wait! Is Jim still the legal man?! Jim brings his arms around JJ's waist, lifts him off of the ground AND F-BOMB'S HIM TO THE MAT! NO! JJ REVERSES THE F-BOMB WITH A HURRICANRANA! JJ ROLLS ONTO JIM'S SHOULDERS, PINNING HIM! [align=center]ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!![/align] KENDRA JUMPS & SPINGBOARDS OFF OF THE TOP ROPE AND CONNECTS WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK TO JJ! JJ flies off of Jim's shoulders, 9/10ths KO'ed. Kendra goes for the cover... [align=center]ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!! TH - ONIKAGE BOOTS KENDRA INTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD![/align] Onikage grabs Kendra & pushes her into a standing headscissoor! But Jim is quick back to his feet & nails Onikage ion the face with a STIFF Elbow Strike! Another! Jim spins AND CONNECTS WITH A THIRD ELBOW STRIKE! JH: Roaring Elbow! Onikage stumbles off of Kendra, the only thing holding up are the ropes behind him. But Jim charges AND LARIATS ONIKAGE OUT OF THE RING WITH SO MUCH FORCE THAT JIM FALLS TO THE OUTSIDE WITH HIM! JH: Cactus Clothesline! Now all that remain in the ring are Kendra & JJ. Both get to their feet about the same time. JJ charges BUT GETS TAKEN DOWN WITH A FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Kendra then swivels around into the - JH: NORTON STRETCH! Onikage sees the chaos happening midring & climbs up on the apron. But Jim tugs Oni off the apron! Oni turns to his right & sees Jim! Jim grabs Onikage & LAUNCHES HIM INTO THE RING STEPS WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! TM: Ahhh! Onikage! Get up! Back in the ring, JJ tries to wriggle free from Kendra's grasp, but to no avail! JJ yelps in pain one last time BEFORE HE TAPS OUT! JH: The match is over! Jim & Kendra win! The bell rings & Kendra releases the hold on JJ & 'We Did It Again' explodes back over the PA! MA: Your winners of this match... KENDRA NORTON AND JIM OHHHHH'BRIEN! Referee Logan Black raises Kendra's hand in the air, just as Jim climbs over the ropes. He makes his way over to Kendra & raises her other arm in to the air! JH: TNT's first tag team match of 2006 was absolutely explosive! What a victory for Jim O'Brien & Kendra Norton! TM: But there's no way this is over, especially now that Kendra's made her way into the equation. Jim takes a couple steps behind Kendra, then lifts her off of the ground & places her sitting on his shoulder, getting a bigger pop from the crowd! Jim smiles & gives a thumbs up while Kendra raises her fists to the air happily. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] We cut backstage to find one half of the FIW tag team champions making his way through one of the many winding corridors that lace the arena. His usual cocky swagger has been shrouded by his melancholy mood, his eyes trailing the floor instead of looking straight ahead, and that’s probably why he gets taken by surprise. ???: Long time no see. The voice rings a faint bell in the back of Remy’s mind as he lifts his head and looks around. His head cocks to the side as the recognition slowly dawns on him, followed closely by a frustrated sigh as he spies April’s life long friend, Jesse Martin. Remy: Merde. Jesse: So I gotta know. Happy coincidence, or did you follow her here? Remy: Ah ain’t got time for dhis. He brushes past this little annoyance and attempts to continue on his not-so-merry way, but of course, Jesse’s not done with him yet. Jesse: Oh that’s right, ya got a match…against her. Not enough to hurt her emotionally, now you wanna get a few kicks in while she’s down. Remy comes to a stop, biting his bottom lip and holding back the urge to Mob Hit this guy. He spins round to confront Jesse, moving back into his personal bubble as he speaks. Remy: An’ where you bin, preppy? While all dhis here shit been going down? Where’s the BFF bin? Waiting in the wings? Waiting ’till she all down and vulnerable ’fore you to ride in on yo’ white steed? Happy coincidence? Jesse’s eyes flare with anger, the painful truth perhaps? He hides his nerves well and clenches his fists as Remy steps up into his face. Jesse: You keep away from her. You and your mute, you hear me? A twisted little smile begins to draw itself across Remy’s face, amused as he is at Jesse’s threat. Remy: April know you messing wit’ her affairs? ‘Cos Ah don’t t’ink she’d be too happy. She a big girl now, all growed up, mmm-hmm. The implications of Remy’s dirty grin are almost enough to detonate Jesse’s head. He holds back though as he leans forward into Remy’s face. Jesse: You’re scum. May have taken her awhile, but she finally figured that one out. You’re below her, Cajun, she’s too good for you. She doesn’t want you. The words douse Remy’s cocky expression, forcing his tone to take a more serious route. Remy: Maybe so…but she don’t want you either. With those words lingering in the air, Remy turns and continues his journey as Jesse burns a hole into his back with a stern gaze. The TNT cameras cut backstage to inside Madison Lee's office. She is like she is most of the time when in her office sitting behind her desk. However she is in for a big surprise as her office's door is nearly kicked down. Stepping in after kicking open her door Paper Bag Man walks right into one of her plants she has in her office. After a few moments of struggling to get free from it PBM looks to the right as if he was facing Madison and her desk but in reality is facing a wall. Quickly he rolls out a scroll and clears his throat. PBM: Hear ye hear ye, the man with the most l33t managerial skills in this galaxy and even one far far away is making his entrance. All stand for the greatest manager, even better than Zod, Smarty Smark! PBM pulls out of his pocket a small tape recorder which he pushes play on and a recording of clapping begins to play. Smarty Smark casually in a arrogant fashion walks into the office. Smarty Smark: Why hello there Madison Lee, I am not sure if you recall but we chatted shortly at the Christmas Party. Madison rolls her eyes at the geekish fanfare she's just witnessed, before returning back to her work as if it never happened. Madison: Every nightmare I've had since then reminds me. Now perhaps you could explain why the hell you felt the need to nearly break down my door, for which you will be paying for any damages caused from that little exchange. The self proclaimed galaxy's greatest manager merely chuckles and shakes an index finger. In a care free manner he pulls out a roll of bills and tosses them onto Madison's desk. Smarty Smark: That should cover any damages my assistant caused to your door and your plant life with some interest. Maybe you can go buy yourself a new dress, I hear women like to do that. But as to the reason I am here sadly it isn't because I couldn't spend another day without seeing that beautiful face again. Smarty winks at Madison and smirks in a rather sly manner like he is had just been smooth with the general manager. Smarty Smark: No I'm here on business for a client of mine, Extreme Ninja #2. Maybe that little extra green I gave you will also help your mind remember just how deserving Ninja is of...say....oh I don't know....a FIW World Cruiserweight title rematch? After all my client has proven that he is gold for your ratings. Better ratings means better business than your rival brand, which means the CEO might stop hounding your methods. Madison: As flattered as I am… not…. Madison grabs the roll of bills, tossing them back at Smarty Smark. Madison: I'll bill you. As for the matter of your client, Extreme Ninja #2 is quite the entertainer, however he has yet to prove he's worthy of a title opportunity. And no amount of your daddy's money is going to change that, Mr. Smark. I suggest you stop wasting my time and yours, and go prep your client for his match next week. Granted, it won't be a title match but if your client is successful in his match next week, then maybe I'll take your request under advisement. I might give him a title shot, huh? Quickly Smarty snatches up the roll of bills and grumbles lightly to himself. It seems he is ready to throw a fit but is trying to reframe to while in Madison's presence. Smarty Smark: Very well but allow me to enlighten you just a bit Madison Lee. My father is the owner of one of the companies that sponsors TNT. How else do you think I got in here before I had signed a contract with FIW? It is also the reason why I came to FIW rather than another promotion. If you were to make me angry Madison I may have to have a chat with my father, who is friends with allll your other sponsors too. One small phone call and I could have every last sponsor ditch you and go to another promotion...or maybe another brand, I hear Slam could use a few sponsors. With you losing that precious income some thing tells me it be very hard for you to keep this ship a float and keep your workers happy.... Smarty Smark rests his palms on Madison's desk and leans forward glaring at her. Smarty Smark: I can be as the old saying goes Miss Lee either your best friend or your greatest foe. The choice would be up to how you decide to treat me, now one last request before I let you get back to whatever it is you past the time doing. Who is Extreme Ninja #2's opponent by chance? Paper Bag Man leans in and tries to whisper some thing to Smarty who shrugs him off. Smarty Smark: Not now, let the lady speak and we'll deal with that matter later. Madison smiles wryly at Smarty Smark, impressed with Mr. Smark's sleazy methods. Madison: That's interesting that your father is friends with allll of TNT's sponsors. But what's more interesting, Mr. Smark, is that your father is very good friends with me as well. In fact, it was your father that helped fund my college business project. Which, in turn, was an independent wrestling federation that helped get me noticed for the position I'm currently in, that being the general manager of Tuesday Night Throwdown. So I'd appreciate it if your Daddy's Little Princess routine was brought to a screeching halt here and now as it will get you nowhere. Okay? As for Extreme Ninja #2's opponent for next week… Madison makes a show of thinking that over, bringing a finger to her lips in a toying manner. Madison: Carl Lucas. Now shoo, fly. Paper Bag Man seems to wince at this announcment but his boss seems quite the opposite. A rather large smile on his face at hearing the news of Carl being EN's opponent, maybe SS cracked under the pressure. Smarty Smark: That's it huh? Carl? Well it looks like next week just like last week Carl will find himself with his shoulders on the mat being pinned. Just make sure April Lynn keeps that title warm for when my boy, Ninja, takes it from her. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go prep my client for his match. With that Smarty turns his back on Madison and walks out of the door. PBM tries to follow after his boss but runs right into the wall causing him to stumble back. Shaking it off PBM hurries out of the door way as the camera cuts to the ringside area. JH: Ready for some more tag team action, Thomas? TM: April, Kailey, Remy and Graver? Hell yeah! 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 handing it off to Michaela Menendez. The Cruiserweight Champ then backs into her corner, doing some last minute preparations for the forth-coming contest. MA: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Aurora, Ohio… she is the FIW Cruiserweight Champion… APRIL LYYYNNNNN!!! JH: April's got a bit of a different demeanor this week, wouldn't you say? TM: Yeah. She asked me out on a date earlier tonight but I'm already busy. Really ruined her night. JH: Yeah, right. If you've been paying attention, you'd know that April's life has been pretty tumultuous lately. Apparently she and Sean James are one big question mark and she's washed her hands of Remy Barteaux. TM: A big question mark. I haven't seen that position in my Karma Sutra book. JH: Ugh! 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 to face April. He makes a kissy face to his tag team partner, utterly repulsing the Cruiserweight Champion. MA: And her tag team partner, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at one-hundred and ninety pounds… GRRRAAVVERRR!! JH: Graver is certainly not April's first choice for a tag team partner. TM: Why would you say that? Graver is the one who broke Remy's undefeated streak. Who better to take into battle against Remy? JH: That's a fair point but to put it plainly… Graver's a jackass! TM: Hey… well, yeah okay. That's fair. “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 towards April Lynn. The two angst-y kids share a look, April cold and determined, Remy as if looking right through her. He stretches his legs, cracks his neck from side to side and checks his wrist tape as he finally takes his attention off the girl who was his friend. MA: And the opponents… introducing first being accompanied by one half of the FIW Tag Team Champions Carl Lucas, from the French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds… he is the FIW Fighting Spirit Champion as well as one-half of the FIW Tag Team Champions… REMY BAAAARRTEEAAAUXXXX!!!! JH: Did you see that, Thomas? Did you see that? TM: I saw April being totally heartless to this poor guy. That's just a shame to see. JH: What? Heartless? After everything Remy's done to her. He interfered in her match, lied to her about it and now on top of that he won't even tell her why he's pushing her away. Instead he's trying to be a big man about it and pretend he doesn't want anything to do with her! TM: Oh, he wants something to do with her. It's just not what April wants. Heh heh. JH: Ugh! I give up. "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. MA: And finally his tag team partner. From Nashville, Tennessee… she is the 2005 Grand Prix Champion… KAILEY LAAAANNNE!!! JH: This woman is indeed the 2005 Grand Prix Champion. First-ever female to win the Grand Prix! In fact, if I'm not mistaken, this is the first year any woman have competed in the Grand Prix. Ground-breaking for Kailey, April, Melanie and Kendra this year. TM: Not to mention, Kailey was also the first-ever female to hold the Cruiserweight Championship. And April's now the champion. Wonder if there's any animosity between the two. JH: I seriously doubt there is, Thomas. Kailey even congratulated April on the championship victory. TM: Yeah, in public. But if there's one thing I know about woman, it's that they're naturally enemies. April steps out of the corner, selecting herself to start the contest. Graver shrugs and exits to the outside, deciding it's better to watch a woman wrestle than to let her watch him. Kailey looks towards Remy to find out who's gonna start only to find Remy already backing to the apron. April holds her hands out, calling for Remy to get back into the ring. Kailey just plays witness to the lover's quarrel as Remy looks the other way, pretending he doesn't even hear what's going on. JH: April wanting to start the contest out against Remy. But as you can see, Remy is taking Stefan's words to heart. TM: Look at her. She already wants to get her hands on him. It's the Cajun charm. JH: Puh-leeze! April wants to take out her frustrations on him. TM: That's what I just said. Kailey steps towards April, motioning for a tie-up as April shakes her head in Remy's direction. The two ladies engage in a collar and elbow tie-up. Kailey quickly takes advantage of her smaller adversary, countering behind April with a hammerlock. April struggles with her arm held behind her back, trying to reach around and get a hold of Kailey to no avail. April goes to plan B, throwing her left leg behind Kailey's and taking her down with a modified drop toe hold! April quickly floats over into a side headlock with Kailey immediately fighting back up into a vertical position. A few elbow into April's midsection loosens the hold before Kailey sends April into the ropes. April rebounds and gets throw over with a hip toss from Kailey! JH: Some nice mat work there from the ladies. Kailey takes advantage with a hip toss, nice elevation. TM: I don't know what April's doing out there. Kailey is thee mat wrestler out of all the TNT ladies. April doesn't want to get Kailey down on the mat. She wants to keep this thing fast paced, Cruiserweight style. I can't believe I just said that. JH: Whether you love the style or hate it, that is what April needs to use to her advantage. Kailey hasn't wrestled the Cruiserweight style in over a year. April is the current Cruiserweight Champion. The sportswoman that Kailey is, backs off April, allowing her opponent to regain her footing. They once again more into the circle dance wrestlers love to do. April shoots a nasty look in Remy's direction, who still is paying as little attention on the match as necessary. The girls move in for another tie-up but April ducks behind this time into a waistlock, no Kailey reverses into a waistlock of her own before lifting April up and dropping her on her stomach with a belly to back sideslam. Kailey floats over into a front facelock before pulling April up, sending a clubbing blow across the reigning Cruiserweight Champion's back! Kailey throws April's arm over her neck and SNAPS her over with a suplex! JH: More proof of what you said, Thomas. Kailey with superior technical skills. TM: Right but we can't forget about April's submission background. And Kailey's no slouch in that area either. Obviously, April's trying to go for a battle of submissions here, which could be quite interesting. JH: That's right. April won the ICW Heavyweight Championship nearly a year ago with one of her submission moves, the April Fools. TM: There's some history for everyone. This time Kailey isn't so nice to April. This is a match, after all. The former Cruiserweight Champion is on April as she gets to her feet, sending a stiff forearm shot upside her head! Kailey takes April by the wrist and sends her into the far turnbuckle… No! April counters and sends Kailey into the turnbuckle. Kailey grabs the top ropes using them to vault herself over April who's attempting to rush her from behind! Kailey lands on her feet behind April just as the champ spins around and runs at her with a dropkick to the knee! JH: April taking Kailey down to one knee! That was quick thinking on her part. TM: Kailey thought she was in control and just like that April takes it. That's why she's the champion. April shakes her head clear before moving into a raise-up roundhouse kick from Kailey with enough force to send the Ohioan down to the canvas! JH: And that is why Kailey is the Grand Prix Champion! Kailey grabs a handful of hair to bring April up vertically. She stings a chop off April's pectoral muscles, garnering a "Woooo!" from the crowd! She grabs April by the wrist and sends her out of the corner… No! April twists out of it, pulling Kailey into a toe kick! April sprints off the ropes and GETS TAKEN DOWN WITH A SPINEBUSTER FROM KAILEY!!! Kailey rolls into the cover, hooking April's leg as she does! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! Kick-out from April![/align] JH: Kailey gets a two count off the spinebuster. I don't know what April was going for but Kailey had it telegraphed. TM: Like you said, that's why she's the Grand Prix Champion. April was in that final, she should've gotten an up-close view of what Kailey can do. JH: Kailey obviously used that match to scout April. Kailey gets to her feet first, waiting for April to do the same. Kailey stalks her opponent, throwing a roundhouse kick as April's head… NO! It's caught! April sweeps Kailey's other leg out from under her, flipping over into a bridge! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! Kick-out from Kailey![/align] TM: Well, maybe we were wrong. JH: April learned real fast how to counter Kailey's kicks. That's a vital part of her offense. TM: And if April's smart, she'll try to take those legs apart. Both ladies are back on their feet, April rushes Kailey with a clothesline that's ducked! Kailey spins around with lightning speed and sweeps April's legs out from under her! Kailey grabs April's leg but finds herself kicked away as April backs into the ropes, prompting Michaela to holds Kailey off. JH: There you see the ring presence of April. Knowing full well that Kailey's adverse in submissions. TM: She's obviously got the right idea about taking out April's legs. April can't flip and flip that way. April slowly makes her way off the ropes, prompting Kailey to move back in. But April ducks and picks Kailey up, DROPPING HER THROAT FIRST ACROSS THE TOP ROPE! Kailey springs off the ropes and crashes into the canvas on her back. April rushes to Kailey's legs, throwing the right one over her own neck before dropping to the canvas and wrapping her legs around Kailey's throat! TM: The April Fools! She is trying to take out Kailey's leg! JH: This is the move April won her ICW Championship with! Kailey screams out as April bends her at an ungodly angle, torquing away at Kailey's neck and leg! Michaela gets down in the trenches, asking if Kailey wants to give up but she's tougher than that. But is April tougher than Remy? Why do you ask? Because he just came into the ring, dragged April off of Kailey and FLUNG HER ACROSS THE RING! JH: Look at that! First off, that's cheating! Second of all, he just threw April aside like she was yesterday's trash! TM: Not to be a jerk or anything, but to Remy she kind of is. And to be fair, Remy has to win this match. If Stefan doesn't get the green stamps, Remy loses his legs. And if Stefan doesn't get the green stamps because of April, well then April loses her pretty legs. JH: That's the sad reality of this. Graver makes his way into the ring, making a B line RIGHT INTO REMY'S FOOT!! JH: The Mob Hit on Graver! Remy anticipated that one! TM: Poor Graver. Now what girl's gonna date him with a messed up face? JH: What girl would've dated him before. Graver rolls from the ring as April shakes her head clear before staring up at Remy, more shocked than pissed over Remy's actions against her. Remy just stares down at her for a moment, his face entirely void of emotion as he retreats back to the apron. Kailey rests in the ropes, watching the FIW's version of the OC play out in her match. Kailey stands, testing her leg to find it's good to go and… tags in Remy? With a quite aggressive slap on his shoulder. TM: Wha? Why would she do that?! Doesn't she want to win? JH: I don't think Kailey was too impressed by the ungentlemanly way Remy put his hands on April and then ran away from her. Seems Kailey is gonna force her tag team partner to face the music. TM: But he saved her from losing! He did HER a favor. JH: He did her a favor while helping himself out. Say it like it is, Thomas. Remy just stares at Kailey, shaking his head with regret as he forces himself to step into the ring. April steps out of the corner, nodding her head as she's all about getting some physical interaction with Mr. Barteaux. Remy sighs and motions for a test of strength. JH: Oh, you gotta be kidding me! TM: What? Is April scared? JH: A test of strength? He's got a 100 pounds on her! Still, April plays along with Remy's game. She reaches a hand out, locking fingers with Remy. Slowly the two bring their other hands up, locking fingers on those hands as well. Aww, they're holding hands, how sweet. Until Remy begins to power her down. April fights against his strength but it's useless as his 100 pound advantage gets her down to her knees in a matter of second. TM: Heh heh. What a position. Remy's probably had her like this before. JH: You're a crude little man. If April's been in this position before her blonde hair is obviously natural as she headbutts Remy in the stomach and I don't think that's what you're supposed to do in that position. At least not in the one Thomas was masturbating to. Throwing him off his game for just a second, April rolls backwards to her feet, twisting both their arms up and bending Remy's fingers back. His mouth falls open as his finger joints are stretched in the wrong direction. April eases the pain by dropkicking him in his chest and sending both competitors in the opposite direction! JH: April just outsmarted Remy! TM: No she didn't! JH: She did too! Remy thought he was gonna be clever with a test of strength and April just won with a battle of wits. TM: I know you aren't calling Remy stupid! Remy and April both scramble to their feet, Remy immediately holding his hands out as he tells April to just wait a minute. April looks out at the crowd, as if asking them whether or not she should oblige. If she is, they're telling her to kick his ass. JH: Remy's now trying to talk his way out of this. A little too late, Remy. TM: Aw, come on. You talk about him now communicating with her. He's trying to now. JH: He's in a match. Time for talk is over. April agrees with the crowd, throwing a stiff kick into Remy's midsection! She whips Remy into the corner but he counters, sending her back first into the turnbuckle! Remy runs in, getting April's foot against his face! April pulls herself to sit on the top rope, grabbing Remy in a front facelock and spinning off with a Tornado DDT-- NO! Remy holds on and THROWS APRIL OUT OF THE RING, SNAPPING HIS OWN NECK ACROSS THE TOP ROPE! JH: Oh my God! Remy just disposed of April on the outside. Thank God she landed on her feet. April spots the opportunity and quickly jumps onto the apron before climbing to the top rope. Remy makes it back to his feet, rubbing his sore neck as April leaps off the top rope, taking him down to the canvas with a crossbody! She gets back on her feet only to kick her leg into the air and DROP IT ACROSS REMY'S THROAT IN A SPLIT LEG DROP!!! JH: The Split Decision on Remy! That's some unique athleticism. TM: I've never seen that one before. But I like it! JH: I'm surprised you didn't make a comment about… Nevermind. I don't want to encourage you. April floats over, covering Remy but only getting a one count as the Cajun powers out of the pin! April gets back to her feet, charging at Remy who does a somersault roll to avoid her. April runs through into the ropes and Graver makes a blind tag on her! Michaela stops April before she can do anything else, telling her that Graver is now the legal competitor. April puts up fight, refusing to leave when she's finally got Remy in the ring. JH: Graver just made a blind tag to April. And I don't think April was through with Remy. TM: I think Remy's through with her. Come on, he's a gentleman. He doesn't want her hurt her. He just wants nothing to do with her. JH: He doesn't want to hurt her? Is that why he dumped her over the top rope? TM: Uh! She landed on her feet! She's like a cat! Graver comes into the ring and picks up with April left off, charging full force at the ragin' Cajun! Remy tries to prepare himself for the on-coming attack but Graver is already stepping up off Remy's thigh and SMACKS HIM WITH A HAYMAKER!!! TM: A nice Shining Meat Hook from Graver! Look at him defending April's honor in there! JH: I seriously don't think that's what he's doing. Graver pulls Remy back up and GETS A CHOP ACROSS THE FACE FROM THE CAJUN! Graver swears loud enough for us to hear without him even needing a microphone. Then he retaliates with a HARD RIGHT HAND that takes Remy back down to the canvas. And again Graver swears as he cradles his hand. TM: Look at the power of the punches, Jonathan! Graver's really doing a number on the FSC! JH: He hurt himself! He can't even capitalize. TM: Doesn't need to just yet. He's just luring Remy in. Dazed from the two strikes to his noggin, Remy starts to get back to his feet. Graver spots his and sprints off the ropes. He meets Remy just as he reclaims his feet and NAILS A RUNNING STO ON THE FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION!!! TM: AND NOW THE ONE SECOND COLLAPSE! I told you Graver didn't have to capitalize on those right hands! Graver makes a cover on Remy! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! GRAVER DID IT!!!! Oh wait. No he didn't. No one is counting. Graver looks up to see Michaela still arguing with April, who has no idea what's going on in the ring. She just wants to put more of a hurting on Remy. How inconsiderate. TM: APRIL! You blonde moron! Graver ceases his cover, making his way over to Michaela, ready to slap her on the ass to get her attention. But it doesn't happen as Remy NAILS the Detroit native with a LOW BLOW FROM BEHIND!! JH: Hey! A low blow, that's illegal! TM: Where? I didn't see it. But more importantly, neither did Michaela. Indeed she didn't. Thanks to April's putting up her little fight to challenge Remy, Michaela's attention was not where it should be. But with April grudgingly leaving the ring, she's now fully focused on the match just as Remy rolls Graver up with a schoolboy pin! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! REMY AND KAILEY WIN IT!![/align] TM: Well, it's a bittersweet ending for me. April got what she deserved, Remy picks up a victory but… well, poor Graver. JH: Graver's hurting more than his pride right now, that's for sure. MA: Here are your winners… KAILEY LANE AND REMY BARTEAUX!!! 'Shatter' reprises over the airways as April is clueless over why Graver was unable to kick out. She makes her way into the ring, desperate to find out what the hell happened. But Remy's certainly not interested in explaining himself at all. He snatches his title belts out of Michaela's hands and exits the ring, his eyes evading April with every step. JH: And look at that. He cheats to avoid wrestling her and now he won't even look at her. That's a real man. TM: Jonathan, that's not fair! You know there are circumstances surrounding this that are out of Remy's control. Carl follows Remy up the walkway, his silent ways making it difficult to tell what he's thinking. But judging from the look on his face, I'd wager he'd say something like "Dats not cool". Then he might bite an apple and spit in Remy's face. Kailey hesitates on the apron a moment, also stunned and confused as to how she's supposed to react to this outcome. JH: It doesn't look like anyone's loving Remy these days. Not even himself! TM: Oh, come on Kailey! He won you that match. First he saved you, now he got you a second victory. You know, this makeshift duo of Remy and Kailey is still undefeated, thanks to Remy both times! I bet Kailey could stand in for Carl anytime he can't defend the tag titles. JH: I'm not so sure Kailey's gonna be eager to jump at the chance of tagging with Remy. Kailey slowly makes her way up the walkway, glancing back at April who stands in the ring putting all the pieces together. Kailey gives a half-hearted salute to the fans before retreating backstage while April gathers up her Crusierweight title and allows Michaela to help Graver to his feet. If he wasn't in so much pain, he'd probably ask Michaela to tend to his battle scar. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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TNT shifts gears backstage, where we find ourselves in one of the bazillion hallways of the Thomas & Mack Center. We see a sign on a door, reading "Women's Locker Room." And standing right next to the door, fresh off his tag team victory earlier tonight, TNT's Man In Black, Jim O'Brien. His head lowered & his hands at his hips, he paces by the door anxiously, his reasons unknown at this point. Now also making their way into the picture would be TNT Referee Michaela Menendez. Looking tired after reffing a grueling match, she notices TNT's Monster. Michaela: Hey Jim. Jim turns up & looks to see Michaela. Michaela: Erm... You need help with something? O'Brien: Yeah. Could you do me a big favor & see if Kendra's in there? I wanted to talk with her real quick. Michaela: Sure, no problem. O'Brien: *smiling* Thank you. Michaela opens the door & walks on in. Jim strokes his goatee & places a hand on a hip & the other he brinsg ovedr, as if to read the time on a watch. Course, there's no watch on his wrist. He then taps the top of his wrist. O'Brien: *to himself* The battery must be dead. I'll have to get a new one. Jim brings his wrist back to his ear, checking for any ticks from his "watch." "Bad timing?" Jim glances upwards & sees... Something I would imagine the IWC would be dreaming about. We find Kendra with a white towel clutching around her body like an anaconda around its prey. Another towel is wrapped around the top of her head, covering her soaking hair. Jim's eyes go bug-eyed & he freezes still in shock. Kendra tilts her head at Jim, cocking an eyebow. She then raises a hand right up to Jim's face & snaps her fingers. Thankfully that snap unfreezes Jim from his catatonic state. Jim quickly stands back up straight & shakes any cobwebs out of his head. He stammers out... O'Brien: Oh... um, uh, broken watch. *points to his wrist* See? Kendra can't help but smile at Jim's ridiculously stupid joke. Kendra: That one's about as bad as the ventriloquist act with the dictionary. O'Brien: Hey, I did that bit at Monster's last birthday & it tore the place down. Kendra: I would imagine's Monster's family doesn't get out much. O'Brien: Well, yeah. That's true. Kendra: Anyway, it's a good thing you came by. I was meaning to talk to you. O'Brien: Really? Do tell. "Can't make... eye contact... Eyes... too dreamy. Will get... lost in them. Butterflies... will fly rampant in stomach. Legs... Will turn... to jelly. Will feel... warm & fuzzy all over." The gist of what Kendra's thinking about now. Kendra turns & looks a little lower to see those chisled pecs of Jim's trying to battle their way from behind his Cactus Jack t-shirt. Kendra turns her eyes away from that to his feet, which really aren't anything to get all goosebumpy over. Unless you're Gene Snitsky. Kendra: I, uh... I just wanted to thank you for your help out there. I haven't been doing too great lately & I wasn't feeling too good about my chances earlier on. But with you out there, it really boosted me up. "Can't stare... at boobies. Would be... impolite. Should ask... for twinkies." Is the gist of Jim's thoughts at this point, as read by Captain Kirk appearantly. O'Brien: Oh, it's no problem. I wouldn't want anyone else out there. Unless it's, like, Robocop or Lemmy Kilmister. But you're in good company. Kendra: Oh, I'm so honred. *pauses* So, what did you need? O'Brien: I was just gonna say the same thing, pretty much. Thanks for havin' my back through this Onikage fiasco. It's been pretty wild & it's only gonna get more crazy. Kendra: Don't worry about it. Not like I have anything else better to do. O'Brien: Yeah... Ooh, awkward pause time. Kendra looks down and sees that she's standing in a tiny puddle of water, a puddle she created with all the water that's tripping off of her. Kendra: I should probably head back in. The AC's on & I only have a towel on. Plus I'm still wet. O'Brien: Yeah, I get'cha. You, um, wanna go somewhere after the show? This is Las Vegas, y'know. Loadsa tourist attractions. Kendra: Yeah... I'd like that. O'Brien: Great. Come on by my room when you're ready. To go. Kendra: Okay, I'll see ya. O'Brien: Bye. Kendra: Bye. Kendra turns on back around & back into the locker room, closing the door behind her. Upon closing, Jim groans & wipes his hands over his face. Jim grumbles... O'Brien: Madness, I swear... "Lies" cuts over the speakers, bringing the crowd to their feet. Unfortunately for Kennedy, they're brought to their feet in hatred for the woman. With her music nearly drowned out by the boos, Kennedy makes her way through the curtain, prompting an even louder reaction. She couldn't care less as she strides towards the ring. JH: Wait a minute. I thought we were gonna see Swytch versus Carlos Kane right now. TM: Who cares? This is better! JH: That's one man's opinion. Kennedy climbs into the ring under the middle rope and requests Michael Anderson's microphone, which he kindly relinquishes for the Lady. See? Michael Anderson isn't so bad. He just wants a little respect. Kennedy steps into the center of the ring, waiting for the crowd to calm down. When they don't, she raises a hand into the air to call for their attention. Kennedy: Shhhh! I have a very important announcement to make. And it involves the upcoming Champion versus Champion match. JH: Non-Title Champion versus Champion. TM: We all knew that. That gets everyone's attention. The crowd finally quiet down as they wait to hear the important announcement concerning Swytch and Hype's match. Kennedy: I know everyone is aware of the current situation between myself… and Carlos Kane. The crowd cheer, some boo. They don't really know what they want these days. Kennedy: I'm out here tonight to admit that I was wrong. JH: What? TM: She's admitting she was wrong, Jonathan! Listen up! The crowd is just as confused as Jonathan Hitchen. A quiet murmur spreads through the crowd like wild-fire as they hear Kennedy's words. Kennedy: I played Carlos Kane going into our match at Vendetta because I wanted to get my hands back on the Dual Crown Championship. However, what everyone fails to realize is that Carlos Kane used me as well! He used my superior intelligence against someone like Swytch, so that I could get into his mind and make him a mentally weakened opponent. What Carlos Kane didn't do, was he didn't RESPECT ME! Boos. She lost them. They don't like her anymore. But more importantly, they don't respect her anymore. Kennedy: No! You people don't even know! He is already the Ultimate Endurance Champion! And if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have even had an opportunity at the Dual Crown Championship! Is it too much to ask to let me, the one who did all the work, the one who has worked hard for three straight years, to just let me do my thing and take what belongs to me? She holds her arms out to her sides, beckoning an answer to her question but it's only greeted with more disrespect at the TNT Lady. She shakes her head at the response, not letting it bring her down. JH: I don't agree that she's the ONLY reason Carlos Kane was considered for the Dual Crown Championship. TM: I do. We haven't even seen him all week, Jonathan. How can someone be considered for a title match if they don't even show up? I'll tell you how, Kennedy throws them a bone! Because she's just a nice person. Kennedy: No, you know what? That's fine. Because Carlos Kane is just like all of you people. And by that, I mean he sits on his ass and waits for people to hand him things. The crowd try to boo the shot at them and Carlos Kane but Kennedy continues to talk, not interested in listening to them anymore. Kennedy: But I, however, am not like all of you people. I am not like Carlos Kane. Because I am a good person. You thought the booing for insulting them was loud? That's nothing compared to how these people react to a liar. Kennedy: What? No! I am. This coming from a crowd of people who live in… SIN CITY! Whoo! Hometown pop. Kennedy: You people are filthy whores that gamble away your money before it's even earned. It's no wonder you people can't respect someone like me. You can't even respect yourselves, and who could? Please. Don't grovel for my respect. It's too late. But just because I can't respect you people and just because I can't respect Carlos Kane doesn't mean that I'm not a nice person. I'm still going to go ahead and give Carlos Kane a gift. To prove that I am indeed the bigger person and that I don't want to play these schoolyard games. So Carlos, why don't you come on out here? I need to do this face to face. Kennedy steps back, eyes on the TNTtron as she waits for Carlos Kane's entrance. JH: She's calling out Carlos Kane to the ring? I'm surprised by that. TM: Why are you surprised by that? JH: Well, Carlos Kane wants to rip her head off. TM: True. But there's also a good possibility he didn't even show up. Have you seen him all week? JH: Yes. We had a debate on Triple H. [align=center]We fade to black as static comes over the PA followed by a raio styled voiceover as the intro to "We Major by Fort Minor" hits the PA AND NOW FOR OUR FEATURE PRESENTATION The TNTtron flickers into life, first with static but before we know it we are hovering over the skyline of a huge modern styled city HISTORY IN THE MAKING, MOST INCREDIBLY We swoop down at break neck speed towards the ground ducking and diving in between the various modernly styled buildings that litter this urban metropolis LADIES AND GENTLEMAN We burst passed building after building glass shattering and falling to the floor as we accelerate towards the end of the road YOU ARE NOT READY We screech to a grinding hault as were met with a massive crowd they stand defiant in front a giant wall of monitors that presents a visible representation of the lyrical smackdown that's being beamed to the live audience. COZ THIS RIDE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN At the very front of that massive crowd stands one man, head bowed hands raised high above his head, a deafening base shudders through the PA live in the arena. SIT DOWN AND BUCKLE IT IN Slowly the man lifts his head to reveal that trademark smirk, the wall of monitors behind him burn the retinas of all those within distance. FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT WANNA KNOW WHAT WERE ALL ABOUT Explosions shoot up from behind the wall of monitors engulfing everything in flames. IT'S LIKE THIS YALL Flames engulf the monsrous wall of monitors as it displays that unmistakable logo, that representation of the best that's ever done it. ![]() The crowd go absolutely nuts as "There They Go by Fort Minor" shakes the arena to it's very foundations, chaotic scenes as fans rush the event security trying to get as close as they can to the upcoming greatness, the security buckle and sway under the intense pressure but being the good lil steel barriers they are they stand firm. Forget about all the things you heard before 'Bout time that we're kicking down the door Everybody's gonna hit the fuckin' floor Please Hype don't hurt them anymore The TNTtron still displays the logo as smoke billows from the stage and then it happens there aren't enough decibels discovered that can describe the noise as the "number one draw" the "main event soldier" the "Hype" steps out onto the stage his stage. He stands for a moment title belt held loosely in his hand by his side, staring straight ahead at Kennedy. A few moments pass before he proceeds across the catwalk that connects the stage to the ring, chants of "HYPE HYPE HYPE" puncture the deafening base. So just listen up there powder-puff Better believe I'm not playing You can love, you can hate But don't mistake it everybody's saying it Carlos ends his journey on the catwalk and steps right onto the ring apron. His eyes remain locked on Kennedy who remains calm in the ring. Mind you, Tony Clarke is already in the ring. Carlos steps through the middle and top rope, he drops the UEC and walks right towards Kennedy, who pulls Tony Clarke between the two.[/align] Kennedy: Hey! What kind of gratitude is that?! Tony Clarke struggles to keep Carlos Kane back, yet he succeeds in keeping the Hype from attacking Kennedy. Kennedy: I don't get all this hostility, Carlos! But I'm not going to let that corrupt me. I'm not gonna let people like you turn me into a bad person! Because I'm such a caring and giving individual, I went to Madison Lee prior to this match and I did you a favor! That's right. A favor! Carlos Kane finally halts his attempted assault on Kennedy, peaked with intrigue over Kennedy's favor. From the look in his eyes, it's obvious he's expecting a "favor" and not a real favor. Kennedy: What I did for you, and I did for all of these people here is… I got this match CHANGED! That's right. It will now be Carlos Kane versus Swytch… for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP! Crowd pop for… what exactly? Carlos? Swytch? The Dual Crown? Kennedy's favor? It's hard to tell. But the crowd pops so that's a good thing. TM: Look at that! Kennedy is giving Carlos Kane another opportunity at the Dual Crown Championship! JH: That is big news. But I can't help but wonder if Kennedy's doing this just to keep Carlos Kane from killing her. TM: What does it matter? Carlos Kane gets what he wants. He should be grateful to Kennedy! [align=center]The house lights drop and smoke billows out onto the stage as the opening chords to "The Outsider" are strummed out into the arena. A dim glow peeks through the smoke and begins to pulse with the beat. "Help me if you can It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired So could you please..."[/align] JH: Dare I say it? Business is about to pick up. TM: Your damn right it is. Carlos Kane is about to become the first ever TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION! JH: That’s highly doubtful. The odds may be against Swytch, but the way Kennedy is getting out of the ring, I don’t think she wants any part of this. [align=center]The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a figure appears on the stage amidst the smoke and pulsing lights. The figure wades through the smoke and stops at the top of the walkway causing the crowd to cheer for the painted man before them...Swytch. Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires[/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!! [align=center]Swytch raises the SoH and GHC titles into the air, staring down at the ring from behind his blackened eyes, his murky lips twitching and quivering into a demented grin. He lays the SoH Championship on the stage and then the GHC alongside it. You're lying to yourself again Suicidal imbecile...[/align] Swytch takes one step over the titles then makes a beeline for the ring. Hype steps through the ropes onto the walkway and GETS KICKED INTO THE ROPES BY SWYTCH! Hype’s body snaps against the ropes and crashes face first onto the walkway. JH: Swytch hit a front dropkick on Hype sending him into the ring ropes and he did not land gracefully. TM: That’s an understatement. What the hell is wrong with Swytch? This match hasn’t even started yet, the bell never rung. JH: I don’t think that matters to Swytch right now. You heard what Swytch said to Hype. He’s going to punish the Ultimate Endurance Champion until he taps out or he’s knocked out. TM: This isn’t UEC rules, damn it. This is a Dual Crown Championship match. JH: Pin fall, submission, or knock out, Thomas, those are the way you win matches here. Swytch gets to his feet quickly with Hype trying to peel his own face off the walkway. Swytch grabs Hype by the head and pulls him into a front chancerie. He hooks his arm under Hype’s exposing his midsection then DRIVES his knee into the UEC’s ribs. Hype tries to break free, but takes another knee to the ribcage that drives the air out of him. The Franchise fights to get the air back into his lungs but Swytch drives it right back out with another HARD knee into Hype’s ribs nearly lifting the man off his feet. JH: Vicious knee strikes and the Ultimate Endurance Champion is struggling for a fresh breath. TM: What the hell is Clarke doing? Why isn’t he ringing the bell? Swytch should be disqualified! JH: Do you really thing that’ll stop Swytch? He’s on a mission. The man is possessed. Look at his eyes, he’s enraged and he’s had enough of Hype and Kennedy. Swytch unhooks his arm from Hype’s, looks out to the crowd, then over at Kennedy, AND SNAPS BACK DRIVING HYPE’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS COVERED WALK!! The crowd is at a nonstop roar, cheering on the Dual Crown Champion. JH: That DDT was hellacious!! Folks, that walkway has no give in it and Carlos Kane’s head was driven straight into it. TM: No, no, no! Hype is fine, this is nothing, he can pull through. Swytch will wear himself out and Hype will be ready to take advantage of it, you’ll see. Swytch gets back to his feet. He grabs Hype around the head and pulls him to his feet, dragging him to the ring ropes and forcing him through them. Swytch steps into the ring and Tony Clarke finally calls for the bell. [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] JH: This match is officially underway, but you’ve got to believe the damage is already done. The dropkick into the ropes, the knees to the body, the DDT on the walkway, Hype is hurting and it’s showing. TM: This is ridiculous. The match should be over. Swytch should be disqualified. JH: For what? Huh, Thomas? For what, tell me. TM: For stuff that’s…err, illegal. JH: So far it seems Kennedy’s gift for Carlos Kane hasn’t turned out how she expected. Kennedy watches on from outside the ring, ignoring the heckling fans behind her. She grabs the bottom rope and starts to lift her leg onto the apron, but she’s halted immediately by a look from Swytch. She lets the rope go and backs away from the ring, shaking her head. Swytch snarls and turns back to his opponent AND GETS A RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE!! TM: HA! I told you! I told you Hype was coming back! But Swytch no sells the strike! He lifts his head, gives Hype one look then boots him in the gut. Hype doubles over and gets pulled into a front chancerie. Swytch grabs the tights and lifts Hype’s feet off the mat and twists quickly, pulling Hype back down to the mat. JH: That right hand wasn’t enough to even stun Swytch. He took the shot and delivered one of his own in the form of a twisting suplex. Swytch pops up to his feet and drives his boot into Hype’s ribs. He sends in another boot, and another one, and one more that sends Hype rolling under the bottom rope out onto the floor. JH: Several kicks to the midsection and Hype is out on the floor. TM: That’s a good place to be. Kennedy can protect him out there. JH: She’s doing a swell job of that clear on the other side of the ring. Swytch walks to the center of the ring and turns around, crouching down and just glaring at Kennedy. She looks from Swytch, across the ring to Hype, and back to Swytch again. JH: She wouldn’t dare make a move, not if she knows what’s good for him. TM: Wait, wait, wait. Are you suggesting that Kennedy would get involved in this match? JH: Yes, I am. If she’s smart, she’ll keep her nose out of it and if she doesn’t, well I can’t say I’d blame Swytch for anything he does to her. TM: I can’t believe you’re saying that. Kennedy is just an innocent little girl. She’s been tormented by Swytch and these stupid fans and that big oaf, Carlos Kane, for weeks now! Speaking of Carlos Kane, he’s pulled himself onto the ring apron and is starting to poke his head through the ropes. Kennedy’s eyes immediately go to Hype who’s leaning through the ropes. Swytch jumps to his feet and spins around, running at Hype and SNAPPING A ROUNDHOUSE KICK OFF HYPE’S HEAD!! Hype’s head snaps to the side, his body goes limp and he falls through the ropes into the ring. JH: ARGH!! Sickening roundhouse kick right in Hype’s temple!! He’s out, he has to be completely out! TM: He’s just playing possum. It’s a new feature this year, like in Smackdown vs. RAW 2006. JH: What the bloody hell are you talking about? TM: I, I don’t know anymore. Swytch grabs Hype by the head and drags him to his feet. He leans Hype back against the ropes then POPS an elbow off Hype’s jaw. Swytch drags Hype into the corner, SLAMMING his head off the top turnbuckle. He lifts Hype onto the top turnbuckle, smacking another elbow off his face. Swytch hooks Hype around the neck then looks around at the crowd. JH: His eyes are filled with evil intentions. I don’t like where this is going for Hype. TM: You don’t like it? Look at Kennedy! She’s distraught! JH: She looks pretty indifferent to me. Swytch holds his free arm out to the crowd and they respond with cheers. Swytch then SNAPS BACKWARDS, DRILLING HYPE’S CRANIUM INTO THE CANVAS!! JH: OH MY GOD!! That DDT earlier was nasty, but this one, holy hell, this one was just sickening. Hype just landed square on the top of his head and had his entire body compress down into his neck. TM: Swytch is evil! He’s trying to break Hype’s neck! You saw that, the crowd saw it, he wants to end Hype’s career. Why isn’t Madison out here stopping this? Why isn’t Tony Clarke stopping this? Why did Madison make this match? JH: I believe she did it for her friend, Kennedy. Swytch gets to his feet and pops up onto the top turnbuckle. He spins around and perches himself on the top looking down at Hype and yelling at him to get up. Hype drags himself along the canvas, getting up to his knees. Swytch waves his hand, motioning for Hype to get to his feet. Hype slowly pulls himself up vertically, standing shakily. He wobbles around and turns just as Swytch leaps off the top turnbuckle and DRAGS HYPE OVER WITH A HURRACANRANA!! JH: A Swytchcanrana on Hype! TM: Oy! It’s a hurraKennedy, not a Swytchcanrana! JH: Regardless, it was an impressive move from the Dual Crown Champion. Swytch gets to his feet and throws his arms out to his sides. The crowd is loving every minute of it, cheering like mad. Hype is back on his feet, shaking his head clear. He sees Swytch there with his arms out to his sides and charges at the painted man. Swytch spins around and ducks a clothesline attempt. Hype stops near the ropes and turns only to get clotheslined over the top rope!! Hype spills out onto the floor at Kennedy’s feet. She looks down at Hype and makes her way around the ring where it’s less crowded. JH: Hype’s been dumped out onto the floor and not surprisingly, Kennedy quickly moves to the other side of the ring. TM: She’s not running away. She’s just keeping her nose out of this match. See, I told you she wouldn’t get involved. Hype grabs the fan barricade and hauls himself to his feet. He leans against it for support, trying to take advantage of the separation from Swytch. JH: Looks like Hype is in need of a serious breather. TM: No, you know what this is? Hype is just baiting Swytch, that’s what he’s doing. Hype pulls himself off the barricade, standing with his own strength now. He turns back to the ring JUST AS SWYTCH SPRINGS OFF THE TOP ROPE, TWISTING IN AIR AND CRASHING DOWN ON HYPE!! JH: AAAAHHHH!! CORKSCREW BODY PRESS!! Hype’s head just smacked into the barricade! TM: Both men are down. Swytch might have hurt himself. That retard had this match in control and he’s just given it away pulling off that stupid move. JH: So now you admit he was owning Hype. TM: What? No, never. The crowd is on their feet ready to blow the roof off. Tony Clarke is leaning through the ropes calling out to both men. Swytch starts to move first, peeling himself off Hype and getting to his feet. He shakes his head clear and grabs Hype around the head. Tony Clarke uses his ring out count trying to get both men back into the ring. 1 2 3 4 5 Swytch has Hype on his feet. 6 7 8 9 He grabs Hype by the arm THEN WHIPS HIM INTO THE RING POST!! TM: Oh come on! Disqualify him! Hype leans against the ring post, hanging onto it to stay on his feet, his arm hanging limply at his side. 10 11 12 Swytch grabs Hype’s head AND SMACKS IT OFF THE RING POST!! JH: ARGH!! Swytch may have just busted Hype’s head open! Hype falls to the floor, holding his head in pain. Swytch yanks Hype’s arms away and kicks him in the face. JH: He did! Hype is busted open! Oh God look at that blood flow! Hype is becoming a bloody mess. 13 14 15 16 Swytch looks up at Tony Clarke. He rolls under the bottom rope back into the ring, breaking the count. Swytch rolls back out onto the floor, shooting a grin at TC as if he just got away with steeling a cookie from the cookie jar. JH: Clever move by Swytch. He broke the count and is back on the floor to dish out more punishment to Hype. TM: Clever and Swytch in the same sentence. Never thought I’d hear that. Swytch grabs Hype by the head and hauls him to his feet. He drags Swytch over to the announce desk and SMACKS his head off it. Hitchen and Moore jump back in their cheers avoiding any blood splatter. Swytch scoops Hype up and drops him onto the announce desk. He climbs up onto the desk himself and pulls Hype to his feet. Swytch holds Hype there, the UEC barely standing under his own weight. Swytch says something to Hype then rolls him over and pulls him into an inverted face lock. A grin crosses Swytch’s lips. JH: Don’t do it, Swytch. Not this, don’t do this. TM: No, no, no, no, no, he’s trying to destroy Hype on our announce desk! SWYTCH SNAPS BACK DRIVING HYPE’S SKULL INTO THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH AN INVERTED EVENFLOW DDT!! JH: AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!! MIND FUCK!! MIND FUCK!! MIND FUCK ON OUR DESK!! TM: NOOOOO!! HYPE!! Swytch slowly gets to his feet, his maniacal grin growing wider with the second. He grabs Hype by the head and hauls him to his feet. JH: I don’t think Swytch is done. TM: Yes he is! You had your fun, you son of a bitch! Uh oh, Swytch didn’t like that comment. His grin fades and his eyes shoot down toward Moore. Thomas takes one look at Swytch and jumps from his chair. He scurries over to the timekeeper’s table and looks to Timmy the Timekeeper for protection. JH: Well folks, my announce partner is seeking refuge in the arms of Timmy the Timekeeper so it looks like I’ll be flying solo for the time being. Swytch drags Hype off the announce desk. He drags Hype over to the ring, pulling him up onto the apron. Swytch drapes Hype over the top rope and slips through them back into the ring. He reaches over the ropes and pulls Hype halfway into the ring. With Hype laying across the top rope, he underhooks his arms in Hype’s. JH: Swytch has a double underhook on the Ultimate Endurance Champion. Could he be going for a suplex here? Swytch pulls Hype a little more into the ring THEN ROTATES A FULL CIRCLE BEFORE PLANTING HYPE’S FACE INTO THE CANVAS!! JH: OH MY GOD!! ELEVATED MISERY CHORD!! Swytch just drove Hype’s head into the canvas! Swytch gets to his feet, looking down at Hype. His faced already bloodied and battered oozes more blood out onto the canvas. TC takes one look at Hype and waves his arms in the air. [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] JH: Tony Clarke has called for the bell! He’s ended the match! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by referee stoppage and STILL DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… SWYYYYYYTTTCCCHHH!! TC checks on Hype, trying to help the man to his knees to get him out of the puddle of blood forming on the mat. Swytch stands at the far side of the ring watching the referee helping his opponent. Swytch growls out then runs at the two, jumping into the air and wrapping his legs around Hype’s head!! HE PULLS HYPE’S ARM THROUGH AND STARTS TO CHOKE THE MAN OUT!! JH: AARRGGHHH!! The match is over! Oh my God! Somebody stop him, it’s over! Swytch squeezes tighter, trying to pop Hype’s head right off his neck. The blood flows more, pouring from the gash in Hype’s forehead, his face a bloody mess. TC tries in vane to pry Swytch off Hype. TM: See that! Do you see that?! Swytch is a God damned monster! He’s trying to kill Hype! JH: And what about Hype and Kennedy? Haven’t they done their share to Swytch? This is going to far, but the man was pushed this far by those two. They brought this on themselves! Hype’s body lies limply on the canvas. His entire head is covered in blood, Swytch’s pants are covered in blood, the canvas is covered in blood, and Tony Clarke’s hands are covered in blood. Swytch refuses to break the hold and at ringside, Kennedy just stands there, watching. Referees and security pour out from the stage. They hurriedly run to the ring and immediately try to rip Swytch away from Hype. After several attempts, they drag Swytch away from Hype kicking and screaming. The security pins Swytch against the far ropes while the referees and some EMTs tend to Hype. JH: Swytch sent a message to Hype and Kennedy and anybody else trying to take away his Dual Crown. Hype is a bloody mess, Swytch is still the champion. Tune in next week, folks to see the fall out from Swytch’s actions! TM: You wouldn’t dare miss it! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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