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| Slam! on Monday; 9th January 2006 | |
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[align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys! Owens staggers over to Matt holding the belt in his arms and drapes it over the new champions chest even though he still doesn’t quite know what has happened yet as he lays blinking his eyes incoherently on top of the completely out Ragin’. He slowly wraps his arms around the belt and Slayer and Manson still fighting on the outside! Well here's another one (WHAT!) In the gutter one (WHAT!) Ghetto runnin em Troblesome extra double double I come to beat em The beat em and mistreat em So what if that I'm cheating. Every one wanna sound grimey. Imma show you how come on (ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!) The crowd burst into boos promptly as Matt raises his arms at the ropes in celebration. Though the boos quickly turn into cheers as Sean Madrox is skinning the cat, he pulls himself back up legs first and wraps them around his former partners head! With all the strength left in him pulls the big man over the ropes and drops him to the floor below! The crowd erupt into cheers as Madrox pulls himself back onto the ring apron and rolls into the ring. SEAN MADROX HAS WON THE REALITY RUMBLE MATCH!!!! Yeaah, ohh yeaah! YEAH! That's how we gotta be so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that Think about playin russian roulette with an atuomatic rifle My ass against the line blast bullets first On Line Jack then drags Messiah over next to the life size Ronald McDonald and proceeds to bash their heads together. Messiah leaves a large bloody spot on the white face of the statue and little children are heard screaming as their mothers rush in to cover their eyes. Manson then squats down placing a shoulder under Messiah’s mid section and hoists him up. He then moves toward a set of double doors and rams Messiah through head first and both doors burst open. Just as they get to the other side Manson releases Messiah sending him down several stairs tumbling in what appears to be a painful fall! Toughest step and a rep and a run packin a weapon its wild Peace to the brothers on Rycher's Isle Pumping up a trebble and didn't like he's criminally in buck my eye, Oh my god I'm so high Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what does it take to make you get Making million children SLAM! Slam! Fuzz throws two fingers in the air signaling it wasn’t a three count as Toan doesn’t waste time arguing instead he lifts Tommy up to his feet hitting a quick DDT. Suddenly Toan gets a quick idea and wastes no time to do it. Toan takes his thumb and presses it into the jugular artery as if doing a submission hold...SPIDER IN THE BRAIN!!!! Fuzz goes over to check on Tommy King who is in extreme pain as Toan digs his thumb into the throat area where the jugular is. Tommy begins to scream in pain as he tries to escape Toan but within a few seconds, Tommy King just TAPS OUT and Fuzz signals for the bell and Toan releases the hold smiling as he raises his hands in victory. SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys! Oni has pulled Nightmare to his feet, firing a sharp boot into Nightmare’s gut before hoisting him into the air for the Flavor of the Month, Nightmare is fighting for all he’s worth and manages to break Oni’s grip, Oni drops to a knee and comes back up, Nightmare CLAMPS A HAND AROUND HIS THROAT! Nightmare hoists Onikage into the air and DRRRIVES him down into the mat! Nightmare raises a fist into the air calling for the Cataclysm and the end of the match, but Tee sees her opportunity and catches Night off guard, spinning him into the ground with the Fallen Dreams! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys! Hutch goes to throw a punch only Ragin’ ducks under it and he goes around Hutch to lock in his arms around Hutch’s waist. The big Russian grins once again as he has Hutch set up for a german suplex! With all the force he could muster at this point Ragin’ tosses Hutch over the top of his head…but Hutch doesn't land on the mat! Fans of Hutch and even ones that weren’t fans of Hutch’s looks on in awe and cheer is happening! In the mid-air throw Hutch has wrapped his own arm around Ragin’s neck and he lands on his feet! The confident smirk returned to Hutch’s lips as he slammed Ragin’ down to the canvas in his FUTURE SHOCK!!!! I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (Ooohh) Slickly swift blast of the ghastly stashin fashion Then I provide I provide the you was cheat. Beside the getto Vibe Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE I come across with no fear For sure! Maj Tahal rises to his feet, holding his head. He looks down at Nightmare, and then at Kashmir. Prince is grinning at Maj, who returns the grin back to him. Maj walks over to Nightmare, and grabs his hair. He slowly picks up the larger man. He looks in his face, before lifting up Nightmare onto his shoulder. The ref starts to stir, and starts using the ropes to get himself up. Kashmir then suddenly runs against the ropes, and jumps high in the air, past Maj, and grabbing the head of Nightmare, and bringing it down, along with Maj bringing down Nightmare's body into a flapjack. Kashmir drills the head of Nightmare into the canvas in a bulldog, completing the SATYAMEVA JAYATE!!!! Un-adult un-rated un-conformed Digusted, busted you wanna touch it. To hot! You forgot, you're not ready You're head could get ruptered. Hit between the eye I planned the plan alive I'm the plonic sonic UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS Evan quickly gets into the face of Nightmare wasting no time to let him or the Prince of Pain rest, Evan then sets Nightmare more stable into the corner and begins with the Ric Flair Style Knife Edge Chops as the crowd pays homage to the legend! The villian (JUU), crooks (UUU),hot midas in confide us. See the big black picture if you look inside of My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic So kill the copy cat because it's al mastered Directin' it When y`all least expected it And thought it was safe ONYX hit you in the face so, Richard Markone is sat at his desk, he looks up to see the camera approaching and the Slam! Commissioner welcomes his audience. He spins his laptop around and we zoom in on the Slam logo! [/align]'Slam!' by Onyx continues to blare into the arena as the crowd get pumped up! At the announce desk Kurt Royle, Chip Martin and Dean Venchenzo are all ready to call the action! KR: Welcome to Slam! on Monday for the second show of 2006! DV: The Tactical Assault Championship Tournament kicks off tonight with Nightmare versus Rick Proctor and Prince Kashmir taking on Maj Tahal. KR: After what went down between those two last week, that should be full of emotion. CM: And our Main Event is...*snore*...Nightmare versus Proctor. KR: But first of all, we're going backstage... The Slam!Tron lights up with a view of both Joseph Lemieux and Orion Oldriod stood in the Commissioner's office. They are awaiting orders from Markone, who breezes into his office and quickly greets both men. Markone: Hello guys, thank you for being here. What I need from you two tonight is very simple. Jack Manson is somewhere in the building and after what he did to Matt Impact last week, Impact wants him found and brought back to him. That's HIM, not for yourselves to dismantle. Orion and Lemieux nod, although dissatisfied. Both surely plotting getting their own sly licks in. Markone: So we've got eight S.W.A.T. men here tonight, take three each and I'll keep two around here for me... Richard Markone is about to continue when Matt Impact bursts in. Impact: All right, this ain't no fun and games. I want Manson found and neutralised. Bring him back to ME! I'm going out to look for him on my own. Markone: Are you sure you can handle Jack Manson alone? What if you find him? Impact: I can take him, that SOB ain't got a chance against me this time. Markone hands a walkie-talkie to Impact and points out how to use it. He tosses one to Oldriod and one to Lemieux before all three wrestlers leave the office. Markone takes a seat behind his desk and goes deep into thought. Back at ringside we're ready for the first match... KR: What a match to kick off Slam! tonight! DV: The returning Xtreme Kitten meets Hutch, a great contest in the offing no doubt! CC: Our opening contest of the night is a singles match scheduled for one fall! The lights in the arena dim suddenly, and a hush falls over the audience. Freddy Mercury's vocals fade in.... [align=center]Tonight, I'm gonna have myself, a real good time, I feel ali-ii-ii-iive, And the wooooorld is turning inside ou-out, Yeah! I'm floating around, in ecstasy.......... So......[/align] At this point, golden sparks begin to fall from the rafters with a soft "Shhh", the initial stream timed perfectly with the next line. [align=center]Don't..... stop me now.... Don't stop me now..... Cause I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time![/align] Pyro cracks along the stage, starting at the left and the right, and meeting in the middle. [align=center]BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM![/align] As the smoke clears, Hutch can be seen in the smoke, jogging out onto the stage. He grins, and spins in a circle, holding his arms aloft. [align=center]I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping meeeeeeeeee![/align] Hutch struts down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way. He pauses, grinning and pointing out to a "Hutch" sign in the audience, thumping his chest, before spinning around again in a circle. He reaches the ring and pauses, one foot on the apron, one arm holding the middle rope. He leans backward, and looks around again at the crowd, before letting out a "Woo!" and hauling himself up onto the apron. [align=center]I'm burning through the skies Yeah! Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm trav'ling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man of you [/align] Now in the ring, he hops up onto the second turnbuckle, and poses for the crowd, his arms outstretched, and his head tilted back. He grins, and the music fades out on the line: If you wanna have a good time just give me a call!, and Hutch thumps his chest once more, before leaning against the ropes, awaiting the start of the match.[/i] CC: Introducing first, weighing 210 pounds...HUTCH! A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel begin hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten stomps on the metal stage in time with the beat of the hammer, he stays on the stage stomping until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walk down the ramp as the above verse is performed. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. As of now I am a tool Of severe impact Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again stomps with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring towards the announcers table but they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs. I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. CC: And his opponent, returning to the ring tonight and accompanied by Lucy...XTREME KITTEN! Referee Mark Jackson calls for the bell to start this contest off and quickly they lock up in the centre of the ring. XK uses his superior size and power to push Hutch back into the ropes. XK then shoves Hutch back through the ropes and they break the hold. XK goes for a European uppercut but Hutch dodges out of the way! XK comes at Hutch again but Hutch connects with a dropkick to send XK stumbling back through the ropes! He drops down to the apron and falls all the way down to the arena floor beside his manager, Lucy. KR: That jezebel Lucy on the outside, he's brought her back with him too. CM: Something easy on the eye to start the show off! DV: Hardcore Pussy? I can't stand this guy! Good competitor, bad attitude. Lucy coaxes Xtreme Kitten back to his feet and XK slides into the ring but Hutch is ready! He drops down with a double axe handle onto Kitten's back to keep him down next to the ropes. A second sledge follows but XK is fighting through the blows to get up to all fours. Hutch stomps down on his head, then his shoulders before dropping down with a hard elbow drop to the back of the masked head. KR: Xtreme Kitten making his return to in-ring competition, any question of ring-rust here guys? DV: You never know with this weirdo what he's been doing since disappearing from the roster and I ain't gonna go ask him! Hutch lands a clubbing forearm shot across the shoulder blades of XK before pulling him up to his feet and the early Hutch offence has been all about gaining an advantage. Hutch presses Xtreme Kitten back into the ropes and whips him across the ring but XK holds on to reverses! Hutch is shot into the ropes and comes back off able to knock XK down with a hard shoulder block. Hutch then turns 90 degrees and runs at those ropes, coming back to step over the grounded XK. XK then leapfrogs over Hutch on his return. XK sprints at the ropes himself and both meet in the centre of the ring with Xtreme Kitten attempting a knee lift but Hutch rolls beside him to avoid it! Hutch is up to his feet in an instant but Xtreme Kitten is waiting...KAO LOI! KR: The Kao Loi connects, what an impressive manoeuvre! CM: What the hell was that? I mean, I liked it but what was it? KR: That's a switching leg, jumping knee strike and it just connected with Hutch's head. Hutch is down and seemingly hurt as Xtreme Kitten grabs him by his hair. Kitten pulls him up to his feet and shoots him into the nearest turnbuckle. Hutch's back absorbs the impact from the turnbuckle but XK is on him almost immediately as Lucy looks on from the outside. XK goes into the mid-section with shoulder thrusts that have Hutch's feet lifting off the ground each time. He then lights up Hutch's chest with a few loud knife edge CHOPS after ripping his shirt in half. XK then slams his arm across Hutch's chest repeatedly as he lands clothesline after clothesline after clothesline! DV: Hardcore Pussy talking advantage of his knee strike and following it up here. KR: Former Three-time Tag Team Champion it's worth pointing out also. XK pulls Hutch out of the corner and whips him across to the opposite turnbuckle but Hutch is the one who manages to reverse this time! He sends XK into the turnbuckle and then goes in after him looking for a turnbuckle spear...XTREME KITTEN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! HUTCH'S SHOULDER STRIKES THE RINGPOST! KR: Hutch missed and his shoulder went through the ropes into that solid ringpost! CM: Solid steel greeting Hutch on that one. Hutch slowly peels himself off the turnbuckle, assisted by Kitten as the Australian competitor drags him by the top of his trousers. He positions Hutch against the ropes...URAKEN! XK'S SPINNING BACK FIST KNOCKS HUTCH OVER THE TOP ROPE! CM: Yeah! Hutch sent up and over the ropes by XK! DV: Had to be a bad landing on that one! Hutch is indeed down on the arena floor, he has tasted the 'protective' mats and he does not like it to say the least. A few front row fans try to reach down and touch Hutch as he starts to get back up. Referee Jackson restrains Xtreme Kitten as Lucy walks around the ring and buries a kick against Hutch's ribs! Lucy quickly moves away but her chain is making a clanging sound and Mark Jackson turns quickly around. He questions Lucy but she protests her innocence. KR: I told you, I knew she wouldn't be able to stay out of this match! CM: I don't think she did at the request of XK though... DV: She's certainly got a mind of her own. Hutch takes his time in getting back up after Lucy's kick. Mark Jackson begins a count... [align=center]1! 2! 3! 4![/align] Hutch us up and he leans on the barricade for a moment before walking around the ring with his hands on his hips. DV: No reason for Hutch to rush back in here, he can take an 8 or a 9 count and get back in driving seat as soon as he can. KR: That's 100% right there Dean, XK is being held back so there's no reason to make a rash decision. [align=center]6! 7![/align] Xtreme Kitten drops to the mat behind the referee's back and he rolls to the outside. Hutch has his back to XK and Kitten spins him around before flooring the former World Champion with a HELLO KITTY ROUNDHOUSE! CM: Another XK speciality! What's that one Royle? KR: It looked like a short-arm roundhouse kick, landed high on Hutch, but don't quote me on that. [align=center]8! 9![/align] Referee Jackson has continued his count and XK slides in, then out to break it. XK picks Hutch up and slides him back into the ring. Xtreme Kitten follows as Lucy applauds from the other side of the ring. XK picks Hutch up off the mat, he scoops him up and slams him down in a scoop slam. Hutch fights back up to his feet but XK blasts him with an open handed strike. That serves onto to fire Hutch up but he is weakened by a headbutt from Xtreme Kitten. He then irish whips Hutch into a corner. XK pauses for a moment before launching off the mat and landing his Kao Dode knee strike! DV: That Hardcore Pussy is in control and has been for a fair few minutes. CM: Are you talking about Lucy because I had a dream that she had a real Hardcore P...(cut off) KR: Stop that Chip! XK leans in and lands an uppercut elbow on Hutch. Hutch rebounds back into the corner but catches XK as he comes in with a thumb to the eye! Hutch's aim good enough to get through the mask and XK staggers back. Hutch uses the time wisely, recovering in the corner and he starts to step out but XK runs at him...SPEAR BY HUTCH TAKES XK DOWN! KR: XK folded up! DV: Hutch using his cheating ways to gain control of this match and it worked! Hutch kicks XK under the bottom rope, sending him to the outside. Hutch then steps through the top/middle rope to the ring apron. He waits as Xtreme Kitten to start getting back up before he jumps off the apron with a DIVING CLOTHESLINE! XK KNOCKED STRAIGHT BACK DOWN TO THE FLOOR! KR: Hutch taking it to the outside of the ring! CM: Hit a nice clothesline, I'll give him that. Hutch slaps hands with a few fans as he acts goofily at ringside before pulling XK up. He takes the Xtreme Kitten to the steel steps and slams his head down into the top deck. XK rebounds off down to the floor once again, this time Hutch rolls into the ring to make sure referee Jackson isn't thinking about a count before rolling back out. Hutch picks XK up and snaps him back into the ring under the ropes. Hutch follows him in. KR: Bill Kuriyama has to be playing on the mind of Hutch, the man that cost him the Extreme Chaos Championship. Hutch pulls XK up using his neck since he can't get at XK's hair and he sets him up in a single arm. Hutch hoists XK up into the air before bringing him crashing back down...SINGLE ARM UNDERHOOK REVERSE BRAINBUSTER! KR: That's the BKPLEX '04! CM: How did you do that?! KR: What?! CM: As soon as you mention Bill Kuriyama, Hutch comes up with one of his moves! KR: I have no idea! Honestly! Hutch wastes no time in pulling XK up and he catches him with a kick to the gut. This doubles XK over and Hutch applies a double underhook from behind. He lifts XK into the air, drops backwards and drives XK down with a TIGER SUPLEX! Hutch grins at his fans, who are cheering their cheating hero! Hutch quickly snaps out of it and he 'assists' XK back up again. Xtreme Kitten appears groggy as Hutch hooks him up...EXPLODER SUPLEXAAHHHHHHHH!!!! KR: Hutch pops off two Bill Kuriyama moves! DV: As you said Kurt, Hutch has BK on the brain! Hutch drops a leg across XK's face before landing an elbow drop. He stays on top of XK's chest to make a cover! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] CM: The Kitten kicking out, try saying that five times fast! Hutch glances over at the referee, who is holding up just two fingers. Hutch then stands up, he stomps down on Xtreme Kitten's chest for a moment before saluting the capacity Slam! crowd. Hutch goes back to XK but he finds XK ready to pounce! Xtreme Kitten blocks a Hutch forearm and comes back at him with a short-arm forearm of his own! Hutch staggers back but manages to collect himself enough for a shot at XK, which XK blocks for a second time! An Open Hand Chop by XK leaves Hutch reeling and XK positions himself behind Hutch...PELE KICK! XK turns over into a cover! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: Hutch's turn to make a kick out, saving himself from a pin! XK brings Hutch back up as Lucy is shouting at the referee for his slow count. Mark Jackson does his best to ignore the shouts coming from ringside as XK shoots Hutch into a turnbuckle. He then connects with a RUNNING CORNER LARIAT! Hutch stumbles out of the corner, Xtreme Kitten goes downstairs with a kick to double Hutch over and he sets Hutch up...JUMPING PILEDRIVER! KR: Two big moves in succession for XK! CM: And all that is coming after the near fall on Hutch! XK makes the cover! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! SHOULDER UP![/align] Lucy can hardly believe it! She jumps up onto the apron and grabs Jackson by the shirt! Xtreme Kitten tries to persuade her to get down from the apron out of harms way. Jackson is insistent that Lucy get down but all she seems to care about is the 'bad call' in her eyes with the referee not being able to count to three. Slowly behind them Hutch is using the ropes to pull himself up as Lucy finally gets down from the apron, knocking Jackson's hand away from her. CM: This is bad for XK! Look at Hutch! KR: Hutch is up to knee here... Xtreme Kitten turns around and finds Hutch on his heels...SLICE OF FRIED GOLD! KR: OUT OF NOWHERE! HUTCH HAS IT WON! [align=center]1! 2! XK GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE! Lucy screams at the referee to notice it![/align] DV: Hardcore Pussy avoids the loss by a cats hair! CM: You're funny Venchenzo! Hutch slaps the mat in frustration and climbs back up. Hutch leans on the top rope as Lucy bangs the apron with the chain in her hand. XK starts to stir and he turns over onto his stomach. XK pushes up with his arms into a sitting position and swings his leg around to start getting up...HUTCH CHARGES AT XK, LAUNCHES OFF IS KNEE AND ATTEMPTS A KURIYAMA KICK...BUT XK DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY! HUTCH FINDS HIMSELF DOWN ON THE CANVAS HAVING MISSED THE KURIYAMA KICK! CM: He missed! HA! KR: Look at Hutch's face! Hutch can hardly believe it! He is staring at the mat, his eyes wide and he seems to be stood rigid! Hutch puts his hands on his head and could almost be tearing his hair out at his disbelief! DV: Look out Hutch! Hutch is gathering his faculties back and he turns around, XK is up on his feet and sprinting at Hutch...CAT KICK! XK NAILS HUTCH! XTREME KITTEN MAKES THE PIN! [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] CC: Here is your winner...XTREME KITTEN! Mark Jackson starts to raise XK's hand into the air but Lucy pushes the referee away and she herself raises Kitten's hand up! KR: Hutch has BK on the mind and it cost him here! DV: Hutch got off two or three BK moves but when the Kuriyama Kick, he missed it! KR: There is only one Bill Kuriyama and I think he just proved it right there. XK is heading back up the ramp as an annoyed Hutch starts getting up, holding his jaw in the process. Hutch kicks the bottom rope in frustration but he still gets a big ovation from the live crowd! Hutch plays to the fans for a few moments before leaving the ring and he too heads to the back. KR: One of the biggest crowd favourites is Hutch! Backstage Matt Impact is walking down a corridor with a stern expression on his face. He knocks past people and opens a door off the corridor. He sticks his head in and then retracts unhappy. He continues down the hallway, his royal sceptor in hand and he comes across another door. Impact opens it and disappears inside. The camera follows him in to see that it's a locker room, where Rick Proctor is warming up bouncing from foot to foot. Impact: HEY! Proctor turns around, frowning. Proctor: Are you talking to me? Impact: Hell yeah I'm talking to you! Where's Jack Manson? Proctor: I haven't seen him today. Impact squares up to 'The Predator', Proctor doesn't back down as Impact gets in his face. Impact: I don't trust you, don't think I've forgotten about you spilling coffee all over my robes last week. So I'm gonna ask you one more time...where is Jack Manson? Proctor: As I said, I haven't seen him. And if I had, I'd probably not tell you anyway until you learn some manners. Impact starts walking backwards, he seems calm and collected. Rick Proctor returns to his warm up, stretching on the bench AS IMPACT ATTACKS PROCTOR WITH HIS SCEPTOR! KR: Oh come on! DV: He said he didn't know where he is! MATT KNOCKS PROCTOR DOWN WITH A HARD BLOW ACROSS HIS SKULL BEFORE CONTINUALLY LANDING SHOTS ON HIS RIBS! PROCTOR TRIES TO FEND OFF IMPACT BUT THE FORMER WORLD CHAMPION IS RELENTLESS IN HIS ASSAULT! Impact: I know you know! Where is he?! IMPACT KEEPS SMACKING PROCTOR AROUND WITH HIS SCEPTOR AND THEN PICKS UP A STEEL CHAIR FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LOCKER ROOM! HE SLAMS IT DOWN ACROSS PROCTOR'S HEAD BEFORE LEAVING THE LOCKER ROOM! KR: I don't believe what I've just seen! Impact has lost it! CM: It's Jack Manson's fault! Proctor spilled coffee on him last week! KR: You can't blame Jack Manson for that and last week was an accident, you know that! DV: I've got a question, does this raise concerns over Proctor's match later on? EMT's rush into the locker room as blood can be seen splattering on the floor from a cut on Proctor's head after either the chair shot or one of the sceptor blows. We then cut to a different part of the backstage area... Lemiuex: Orion, qu'avez-vous trouvé? Orion: Erm...nothing. Orion over elaborates at his French-speaking teammate. They have met up down in the parking lot with the S.W.A.T. guys in tow. Orion: Where have you been? Lemieux: Nous avons vérifié en dehors du bâtiment. Orion: Outside? Lemieux: Oui. Orion looks around, putting his hands on his hips. Orion: All right, you go around the Media Studio and I'll search upstairs. Lemieux: Je comprends. The two groups split up with Orion and Joseph Lemieux at the head of their respective parties. We watch them leave and the camera pans around to see JACK MANSON stood in the background between two trucks listening and watching! At ringside Chip Martin is going mad! CM: Where's my cell phone?! I need to call Matt! Matt! I need to call him! KR: It's a shame that he's busy isn't it?! CM: Wipe that smug look off your face Royle! I need to tell him, my leg is caught! KR: Next up, ladies and gentlemen is another match in the Tactical Assault Championship Tournament. CM: Who? KR: You've got a match card right in front of you, can't you for once announce the next match? CM: FINE! The next match is... DV: Maj Tahal vs. Prince Kashmir CM: Hey! KR: This will be one of the most controversial matches in the last few months. Last week we saw none other than Prince Kashmir attack his own partner Maj Tahal, and this week we'll see some sweet revenge. DV: We still don't know why Kashmir did it. CM: Why else? He's cleary great. Maj Tahal was a joke and Kashmir put him in his place. KR: Last week, you wouldn't have believed you'd said that. A gong sounds, the arena suddenly goes quiet… [align=center]I believe in God I believe in destiny Not destiny in the sense of all of our exerts being pre-determined But destiny in the sense of our ability to choose Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be[/align] The crowd starts to boo as Prince Kashmir enters the arena and stands on the stage, he looks left and right, grinning, and then steps onto the ramp. [align=center]I was born to reign Point blank My name to be etched in stone My destiny pre-ordained Tryin’ to live righteous[/align] Kashmir moves down the ramp quickly, before climbing the steps and entering the ring. It’s about this time we notice that Kashmir isn’t wearing his wrestling attire, but is instead wearing a snazzy, expensive, and more than likely made from some very rare cloth. He is carrying a bottle of champagne. He grabs Charles Cruz’s microphone before the flustered announcer can even introduce the Indian. He grins around at the crowd, who boo louder. He raises the microphone to his lips. KR: What's he doing dressed like this?! CM: He's the Prince! Don't you disrespect him! Kashmir: Hello Denver! The crowd boo more, a lot more, as Kashmir cockily looks around, then noticing Charles Cruz banishes him from the ring with a clenched fist. Kashmir: Now, FIW fans in Denver, right now you’re experiencing the biggest thing to hit Denver in 50 years. Prince Kashmir, right here in Colorado. Now I know what you’re thinking… the playoffs are so much bigger than you, you stupid Arab! But you see, you’re wrong, just as sure as that after this week you’ll want to forget all about the Broncos, the NFL, and anything that doesn’t feature Prince Kashmir. The Denver crowd boos and a few start up a half-hearted “Broncos” chant, unsurprisingly this soon fades into obscurity. Kashmir looks around once more, still grinning. Kashmir: I mean, I’m royalty. Not like your Camilla Parker Bowles, or your Prince Charles, but me… I’m a whole new breed. Not bred for weird shaped ears, or for a face like a horse, but for physical and mental perfection. Perfection that I was born with, the Prince of Kashmir. But as of late another has been stealing my thunder, his name: Maj Tahal. In an experience hardly ever heard of the crowd pops on the mention of Maj’s name. Kashmir doesn’t look daunted however, and carries on brazenly. Kashmir: Maj Tahal. The only man I ever called brother, the only man whose respect I tried to earn, pushing my physical perfection to it’s limits to impress him. But that wasn’t returned. No, Maj Tahal felt he was above me. He felt that I was his sidekick. Well, royalty is a sidekick to no one. I wasn’t going to take that from anyone, especially not a son of a whore from the slums of Bombay! The crowd boos once more, Kashmir hitting a chord, I don’t know why, how many Indian whores can there be in one American city? KR: First attack him from behind his back, and then come to insult his upbringing and family. CM: He's royalty! Don't insult him! Kashmir: So last week I acted. I took Maj’s head off with my boot. Then I soared, showing him why pushing me to my limit would backfire on him and his precious BISTO! And then his little crew came out to defend him. And I took out one of them too. But let me explain it some more, while Maj thought he could escape his protégé because the brilliant young man tied down to him was out injured, Prince Kashmir decided that it was time for a miracle. And that he received, Ali Cashmire was miraculously transformed into the real Prince Kashmir. The pinnacle of perfection, of evolution, of the twenty-first century. Hell, the most perfect of all time! Well, the man’s not modest. But if you were a rich, attractive, Indian young man, would you be assuming you were the opposite? Some people might be. Bastards. Anyway… Kashmir: But now I can’t face him once more, because it appears I did my job too well. You see Maj isn’t here tonight. He’s running scared. He’s hiding. Because this time the Tiger’s about to pounce. So where is the famous Maj Tahal? In hospital? In a hotel room? In his mother’s hotel room? It doesn’t matter. I’ll get another chance, I’ll get to fight him again. But no Maj, means no match. It also means no BISTO, which is slightly irritating. But now to introduce, the love of my life… Miss Jayati Sita! Jayati totters out onto the stage, wearing long, high-heeled leather boots, a leather mini skirt, a bikini top and copious amounts of make-up. She staggers down to the ring, nearly tripping up a few times. A close-up reveals why she’s wearing too much make-up, she looks haggard and tired. KR: This is disgusting. Look at Jayati, she's a wreck, and Kashmir is flaunting her about like she's his possession. CM: Do not question the Prince's choices! KR: Oh, give it a rest. Kashmir: And here she is, the lovely Jayati. As I’m sure you can see she isn’t pregnant. And how does that make you feel Maj? Your precious sister… she gave up her baby, let it die, just so she could be with me! Jayati tries to go back up the ramp, in tears, but Kashmir gets out of the ring and grabs her by the arm, holding her in place. He smiles and speaks once more. Kashmir: So Maj, don’t question what I’ve done against you, you already know. I’ve taken your sister, your place in the hierarchy… and your place in the next round! You failing to show up counts as a forfeit… and thus a win for me and yet another loss for you! Kashmir pops the cork on his champagne, spraying it all over Jayati and himself, then drinking some before handing Jayati the bottle and walking back up the ramp, grinning to himself as Jayati struggles along behind him. KR: So Kashmir attacks his former best friend, takes his sister and forces her into abortion, and then comes out here just to gloat on why he's done this? CM: And that he's beaten Maj Tahal to advance in the Tactical Assault Championship Tournament. KR: He never beat Maj! Maj just didn't turn up after a vicious attack last week by who he thought was his most trusted friend! God knows what must be going through his head now. CM: Allah knows. He knows that Maj realises he's been holding Kashmir down and that Kashmir isn't going to take it anymore! DV: You two stop now. It's like watching a married couple argue. CM: DIBS BEING THE MAN OF THE RELATIONSHIP! DV: Shut up! All I know is that Maj is going to want some serious payback after this, and don't think that Kashmir will get away with this like everything is A-OK. KR: I hope not. [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] The crowd is cheering beyond recognition as Sean Madrox stands in the middle of the ring he has a microphone in hand and he doesn’t look like he is a happy camper. He wipes his goatee from the sweat that runs down his face. DV: I want to know why Sean is out here tonight… KR: He clearly has something to say that he needs to be in the ring tonight. Sean: I decided tonight that I should come out here and address a few things that I felt that need to be touched on. Something that I think needs to be said because as a Slam! superstar I have the right to voice my opinions on certain people actions. CM: What the hell is be flapping his gums about? KR: If you take the time to listen to him maybe you will know… Sean: This past year has been a bumpy road for myself, I came out strong with redebuting in a match against Orion Oldriod for the World Heavyweight Championship, but the odds got the better of me when Ragin’ ran down that very ramp and cost me the match, granted I did have Orion at my feet. But I’m going to throw all the things that happened this past year out of the window because I have my mind set on one thing and that’s winning the World Heavyweight Championship this year, if I have to fight every man and woman on this roster to grant my shot then so be it because I come out here as a man with a mission. Sean nods to his very words as he slowly spins around in the ring looking at the cats out there that are behind him. Sean: I know many people doubt me, but I’m not going to let those very self-centered people get to me, I’m going to show them all that Sean Madrox deserves to sit on top of this brand with the World Heavyweight Championship. CM: He thinks that he is going to win the World Heavyweight Championship, that has to be the funniest shit I have heard tonight. DV: I guess this is his New Year Resolution? Sean: I could go on all night and say how I can beat the very man at top of Slam!, but where is that going to get me? Nowhere because on Slam! you don’t simply rant and whine until you get your shot at the title…you have to earn it and by god I’m going to earn my match for the belt, hell it can be next week or I’ll have to wait until five months from now. I know that one thing is certain and that’s Sean Madrox will indeed have his chance at the World Heavyweight Championship and that I will be walking away with it strapped around my waist. Sean raises his voice as if he was preaching to the crowd and they respond with cheers. CM: Is he done yet, I can’t help but get sick every time I hear his voice, it’s like a recording… DV: So Sean is deciding to fill everyone in on his actions? Sean: So if all of my cats out there are with me I want to see ten thousand fists in the air, the Madrox Militia has begun, this will be my year no matter what anyone thinks, no matter what anyone says…the militia will grow! The crowd gets on their feet as Sean raises his fist in the air. KR: Strong words from Sean lets see what he has in store for Slam! this coming year… CC: The following contest is a Qualifying Match for the Tactical Assault Championship Tourmament. O Fortuna blasts over the PA, presenting a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. He poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… The grinding hard rock of Princes of the Universe starts to bellow over the PA as the arena lights give way to a spectacular pyro bursts and celestial light show. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung. A soon as he stands before the capacity crowd, he reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect pops all around him and consumes his body in smoke. Prime then burst from the smoke all pumped up and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the while time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his “Prime pose” once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. Charles Cruz: Introducing first, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds, hailing from San Diego, CA. He is PRIIIIIIIIIME!!!! KR: Prime certainly has revenge on his mind this week. In his mind, he was screwed by Toan last week. CM: That’s complete crap! Toan got the in last week.. DV: By cheating. CM: A win is a win. Prime needs to stop complaining and do something about it. The tunes of “No Time To Cry" by Sisters Of Mercy sends the crowd into a frenzy as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Deathmatch Bastard, the Crimson King…whatever you want to call him he walks threw the curtains… Charles Cruz: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds…he is THE DEATHMATCH BASTARD HIMSELF!….. TOOOOAAAAN!!!!! KR: Lets not forget that Tomoko Onamari showed up last week. But she disappeared just as quickly as she appeared. You've got to wonder, what was her agenda? CM: She probably walked out, saw some real competition in Toan, then thought the better of it and retreated. KR: That’s not it, if I know Tomoko, things are about to get interesting. He stands on the top of the walkway before doing his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the stage to erupt! Toan pulls a carriage behind him full of goodies and toys that he will use this match. They then die down before Toan walks down the walkway, slapping hands with his adoring fans.. Toan slides into the ring and immediately the two men begin trading blows. Joe Johnson quickly calls for the bell and the match is on. DV: Wow these two aren’t wasting any time getting it on here. Toan gains a slight advantage, nailing Prime with stiff right hands backing him into the corner. Toan garbs Prime and Irish whips him hard into the opposing corner. Toan follows up with a stiff running forearm and follows it up by taking Prime down with a bulldog! Prime gets up but Toan takes him back down with a scoop slam. Toan then nails him with a couple of hard kicks before raising him up off the mat. He grabs him in a face lock and drills him to the canvas with a DDT! KR: Toan is certainly gaining the early advantage here. CM: Yeah, for all his whining Prime isn’t doing much! KR: Give him time, it’s early in the match! Toan raises Prime up and whips him off the ropes he goes for hard clothesline but Prime avoids it and lifts Toan up with a gorilla press. DV: You were saying Chip? KR: Awesome display of power here by Prime! Prime holds him up for a few seconds then lets him drop face first onto the mat. Toan staggers up towards the ropes. Prime charges but Toan ducks sending him flying over the ropes! CM: See how Toan can come back? Never count out a death match bastard. Prime should have stayed well away after last week! Toan then steps out onto the ring apron, and as Prime is rising he nails him with an asai moonsault! KR: Great move by Toan! DV: Yeah, you can tell how important this match is to Toan when you se him taking to the air. Toan slides back into the ring. While Prime is getting to his feet, he climbs to the top rope, ready to perhaps execute another spectacular dive but Prime thinks the better of it and retreats a back a few steps. KR: Smart move by Prime backing off. CM: A cowardly one if you ask me. Frustrated, Toan hops back down and follows Prime out of the ring. Prime charges and goes for a clothesline but Toan ducks and takes him down with a clothesline of his own! He then picks Prime up and body slams him onto the floor! DV: hard slam on the floor! Toan nails Prime with stiff forearms. CM: Stiff, stiff forearms by Toan. I guarantee you prime’s pretty face is gonna’ be pretty swelled after this match. Almost as much as his head! Toan backs up and charges at Prime but he’s taken over with a quick power slam! KR: Great resourceful move by Toan. Toan must be feeling that impact! Prime then rolls Toan back into the ring and follows him in. He gets behind Toan, picks him up and drills him to the mat with a sidewalk slam! Prime stomps away on Toan, then drops a hard elbow to his chest. He gets to his feet and follows it up with another elbow. He flexes for the crowd then drops yet another hard elbow. DV: Hard elbows by Toan. They’re not easy on the ribs. Prime is doing a good job of wearing down Toan Prime backs Toan into the corner and stomps him down, he then rains down hard rights onto the head of Toan. Prime waits for Toan to get up, then takes him back down with a hard clothesline. He looks around smiling at the crowd, then kisses his bicep. KR: Kiss this! CM: Well it’d make a change from you kissing Prime’s ass every week. KR: And you NEVER kis anyone's ass Chip? CM: *pause* I give credit where it’s needed. KR: Whatever. Prime then locks Toan in a sleeper hold wrenching his bicep around the neck of Toan. DV: Toan wrapping those biceps around the neck of Toan, that can’t feel good. CM: The referee needs to take a closer look, that looks like a choke! KR: Oh, it’s a legal sleeper and you know it! Toan slowly gets to his feet and elbows his way out of the hold. He then nails Prime with a stiff shot to the gut. he takes Primes head and rams it hard into the turnbuckle. He grabs Prime in a face lock but Prime quickly punches his way out of it. DV: Toan perhaps going for the Razorblade Kiss there, and prime certainly didn’t want any part of that! Prime kicks Toan in the gut, and grabs him in a two handed choke.. Just before he’s lifted off the canvas Toan quickly knees Prime in the gut.. KR: Toan knew what was coming, The Authority Bomb, if he hit that it would have been over. CM: Please! Toan could easily kick out of that. He’s one of the most resilient athletes I’ve ever seen! KR: Now who’s ass kiss..? CM: *quickly interrupting* Toan quickly following up here. He takes Prime down with a double leg takedown and nails a kick right to Prime’s groin. Prime gets up and Toan nails him with stiff knife edged shots backing him into the corner, and chopping him down. he backs off and charges in nailing Prime with a stiff knee to the face! DV: Brutal knee! Toan again backs off and rushes in with a second knee to the face! He picks Prime up and leaps onto his shoulders taking him over with a great hurracanrana! He goes for the cover ; [align=center]1, 2, No! Prime gets his shoulder up![/align] KR: Prime just about kicking out there. he was perhaps caught of guard. DV: That’s one of Toan’s strong points. One minute he’s brawling with you, the next he pulls off a spectacular Lucha move like a hurracanrana. Toan backs off and allows Prime to rise, he charges at Prime and takes him over the top rope with a clothesline causing both men to crash to the floor! KR: Great momentum move there by Toan, taking both men over the top rope. Both men slowly rise. Prime knees Toan in the gut, grabs him by the head and rams him into the guard rail! DV: Prime showing Toan that he’s not the only one that can brawl. He follows up by whipping Toan into the steel steps. Toan slowly rises and Prime charges, perhaps looking for a clothesline but Toan counters with a quick drop toe hold sending Prime face first into the steel steps! KR: Prime crashing into the steel steps! can Toan take advantage? DV: Ermm Kurt, look up there. The camera cuts to the Slam! Tron, where it shows none other than Tomoko Onamari!! * HUGE pop from the crowd! * CM: Oh great what does she want? KR: I think we’re about to find out. Tomoko: Hello boys!.. Toan, you look surprised, aren’t you going to welcome me back?. *smiles* Toan just looks on puzzled Tomoko: Oh I’ve been keeping my eye on you Toan, but not in the way you’d probably like. Death match bastard? From the matches I’ve seen you in, I think Death wish bastard would be more appropriate! CM: That’s uncalled for! The crowd pop and begin chanting: TOMOKO- TOMOKO-TOMOKO Tomoko waits for the crowd to die down before continuing Tomoko: Since you’re having a break from getting your ass whipped, I thought I should inform you of something... Toan still looks puzzled at the Tron. The camera pans out to reveal the Slam International Championship over Tomoko’s shoulder! KR: Wow! that’s the SIC! Tomoko: Yes that’s right. This is the Slam International Championship, a title that I’ve never lost! I can reveal that this Title has been officially reinstated to Slam! by Richard Markone! DV: Major news! *huge cheer from the crowd* Tomoko: Well, after your pathetic efforts against TNT, he probably didn’t have much choice. Now if you’ll excuse me... Toan just shakes his head at the screen Suddenly Prime nails Toan from behind! KR: Huge announcement from Tomoko but let’s not forget, we still have a match here. Toan is pressed up against the ropes now and Prime runs at him, a clothesline takes both men over the top rope! Referee Joe Johnson leans through the ropes to check on both men due to the nature of their landing, he retracts once satisified and begins to count... [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] Toan is up first and drags Prime up to his feet also. He slams a knee into Prime before smacking Prime's head against the ring apron. KR: Fighting outside the ring! DV: You'd think Toan would have the advantage with that hardcore background. [align=center]4! 5![/align] Prime is reeling, propped up against the ringpost and Toan charges at him but Prime moves out of the way! Toan's shoulder collides with post! [align=center]6! 7![/align] Prime grabs him by the hair and drags him along the ringside area, only stopping to get a few hard shots in Toan. He rams Toan's body into the steel steps before pounding on him with clubbing blows across the back. CM: These guys are still on the outside, the ref's counting! [align=center]8! 9![/align] KR: So engrossed in their match that they haven't heard the count! DV: Happened to me all the time. Soon as I started pounding somebody's face with a cheese grater I lost all sense of what was happening around me. Prime and Toan are brawling in the entrance ramp now, Toan has gained the advantage and tries to send Prime's head into the barricade but Prime uses his strength to block and he sends Toan's head into the steel barricade! [align=center]10![/align] Referee Johnson calls for the bell as Prime walks back to the ring asking what happened. CC: This match has been deemed a DRAW! Prime is frustrated as Johnson informs him of the result. Prime turns around and heads back up the ramp, making sure to get a last parting gift of a headbutt on Toan before leaving. DV: Both men so wrapped up in each other, they failed to get back to the ring. KR: Nothings really been settled here between these two.. CM: And Tomoko certainly didn’t help! KR: Markone will not be happy about this! If Tomoko wins then she gets a free pass to the semis! CM: Same for Madrox! |
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Nightmare is seen in his locker room taping up his fists when the Slam! Commissioner barges into the room! Markone appears stressed out, his tie has been loosened and his sleeves rolled up. Nightmare gives him a sideward glance. Nightmare: What do you want? Markone: Did you see that? All Sean Madrox has to do is beat Tomoko Onamari next week and he has free passage to the semi-finals! Nightmare smirks at the 'misfortune' that has befallen the Commissioner. Nightmare: That's a real shame. Markone: You know what else is a real shame? Matt Impact has given Rick Proctor a concussion and he won't be able to compete tonight. The Prince of Pain stands up, one of the S.W.A.T. guards advances but Markone motions for him to step away. Nightmare: What impact does this have on our match? Markone: Well it's not going to happen is it?! But don't you worry, you'll still have to qualify for the next round. Nightmare: Bring anybody you want to, I intend to win this tournament so I don't care how many people I have to beat to do it. Markone: Good, that's exactly what I wanted to hear. Remember Daydream, all you have to do is win and you advance. If you lose then Proctor advances. You got that? Nightmare: Sounds fair to me. Richard Markone leaves with a smile on his face as Nightmare goes to back to preparing for his match, now with a different opponent...one he doesn't know. KR: The following match that we have scheduled for our card is Tommy King vs. T-Bird… DV: This is the qualification and advancement into the Tactical Assault Championship. CM: They both clearly don’t deserve this kind of shot. KR: Well …lets get this match started already. Charles Cruz: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it’s for the advancement in the TAC Tournament…first to the ring weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds…he is TOOMMMY KIINNG!!! The lights go dim, and a red flood light fills the arena as we hear the familiar voice of Corey Taylor say an all-too-common line. [align=center]This next song Is about a girl In a box….. …….shhhhhhhhhh…… (On that note, the crowd goes silent) This song is called…. Purity![/align] As the opening drum portion of Purity kicks in, followed by the guitars, we see Taryn pushing a large black coffin up onto the stage endorsed with a large red Slipknot tribal ‘S’ logo. She hoists the coffin up so that it's standing on end, then stands beside it, waiting. Then, Corey Taylor speaks again…. [align=center]Alright! On the count of four… …I wanna see this place fuckin’ move! 1 2 3 JUMP![/align] As Corey gets to that part, Taryn has the coffin at the side of the ring, and as Corey screams each number, Taryn beats on the lid of the coffin. As Corey gets to JUMP, an explosion comes out of each of the 4 turn posts, and Tommy King bursts out of the coffin. The crowd, seeing this and hearing the word JUMP, starts to do just that. Jump in unison with the music. Tommy stands there, moshing, while red strobe lights blaze all over him, and when the heavy part finally slows down, he drops to his knees, throwing his head back and mirroring Corey's maniacal laugh. On the beginning of the first verse he stands up and starts towards the ring with Taryn. [align=center]Maze...psychopathic daze...I create this waste Back away from tangents, on the verge of drastic ways...can't escape this place...I deny your face Sweat gets in my eyes, I think I'm slowly dying[/align] Tommy reaches the ring, Taryn leading him around to another side close to the fans as he grips his mask, almost looking like he's mouthing the lyrics to himself. [align=center]Put me in a homemade cellar Put me in a hole for shelter Someone hear me please, all I see is hate I can hardly breathe, and I can hardly take it[/align] Upon the music picking up again, Tommy darts into the ring, followed closely by Taryn rounding the outside to his corner as he mounts a turnbuckle, lingering there for a moment before throwing the "Metal" hand gesture to the crowd. [align=center]HANDSONMYFACEOVERBEARINGICAN'TGETOUT[/align] He grins madly at the moshing fans as he steps off the buckle, leaning against the corner Raven style waiting for his adversary as Taryn talks to him from the outside, "Purity" finally fading away. KR: Tommy looks determined as he takes on his fellow team member in this match. CM: Maggot Korps is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard of… Charles Cruz: And the opponent…weighing in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds…she is TEEEE BIIIRD!!!! [align=center] "I've felt the hate rise up in me... Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves... I wander out where you can't see... Inside my shell, I wait and bleed... " "Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot hits the speakers as T-Bird comes out from the back almost crawling. Her hair is pulled up into a tight pony tail with a lime green ribbon. She wears a white Maggot Korps t-shirt that is very loose on her body. She is also wearing a pair of baggy black jeans. Paint covers all of her face and her arms also. She reaches the end of the stage bouncing but getting down on her knees. "GOODBYE!" Red pyro hits all around her as she pops out of it landing not to far away. T-Bird throws her arms up getting the fans to cheer even louder than they are now. Some go to their feet as she takes her dash down the ramp letting her hair down and throwing the ribbon into the crowd. A few people fight over it but the others just keep cheering as she slides into the ring sitting up on her knees throwing her arms up. "I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time Everything is 3D blasphemy My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up This is not the way I pictured me I CAN'T CONTROL MY SHAKES!..." T-Bird gets up on her feet running over to the turnbuckle and stepping up. She grabs the edges of her Maggot Korps shirt throwing it off into the crowd letting the fans fight over it again. She is left with just her black bikini top and her body painted the same as her face and arms. She jumps off heading to the opposite turnbuckle and greets the fans over there. Hopping off of there she bounces a little bit getting ready for her match to come.[/align] CM: This is going to be a dead match. KR: These two are friends…team members… The referee signals for the bell like he does in every match and both men…wait I mean opponents charge at one another and Tommy quickly goes for a knee kick and kicks T-Bird and she buckles down to the mat. Tommy is quick to jump and stalk his opponent as T-Bird begins to get up to her feet and once she reaches up, Tommy comes charging towards the diva and goes for a clothesline, but T-Bird ducks the clothesline and as Tommy turns T-Bird takes him down with a drop toe kick. T-Bird quickly jumps on the back of Tommy and she beginnings to yank at his neck and Tommy rolls over on top of her and she wraps her legs around his waist and applies pressure. CM: Damn this match seems more like a porn video than anything else….PULL OFF HER TOP!! KR: Calm the hell down they just rolling around that’s all. DV: I got the popcorn. Both opponents release the holds from each other and begin to rise up to their feet and Tommy takes the lead as T-Bird charges towards Tommy. Tommy grabs T-Bird by the arm and flips him right over him and still holding his arm for an arm lock. T-Bird sits on the canvas in pain as Tommy is pretty much twisting her arm until she can’t feel any of her fingers. The referee looks at T-Bird waiting for a signal of giving up. T-Bird begins to fight back as she gets up and as she twists out of the arm lock, Tommy swings his arm around T-Bird’s neck and plants her down on the mat with a hellacious DDT. KR: Tommy doesn’t care that T-Bird is a Diva he has one thing on his mind and that’s to advance. CM: Tommy needs to undress T-Bird! Get some sort of excitement in this match. DV: Tommy delivered a very well DDT on T-Bird. T-Bird is on the canvas and she grabs her forehead in pain, but shakes it off and gets back up into the match and she grapples with Tommy. Knowing that he is a stronger man and is pretty much going to win the grapple T-Bird finds the weakness and she capitalizes with her knee shoved far into Tommy’s crotch and all that is heard is a yelp from Tommy and he falls down to the canvas. T-Bird chuckles as Tommy holds himself and rolls on the floor. T-Bird jumps on Tommy and she begins to choke the life out of him, but the referee grabs T-Bird by the waist and pulls her off of him. DV: T-Bird is going to make sure that Tommy doesn’t walk away winning. KR: Yeah by making the man unconscious… T-Bird pushes the referee back out her way and Tommy is getting up to his feet and She kicks him in the gut as he gets up and he doubles over and T-Bird runs and rebounds off of the ropes and takes Tommy down to the canvas with a bulldog. T-Bird grabs Tommy by the hair and lifts him up to his feet and she suplexes him right onto the canvas and he clenches to his lower back. T-Bird then begins to climb the turnbuckle as Tommy still on the canvas. T-Bird reaches the top and she quickly leaps off the turnbuckle for the 450, but Tommy moves out of the way and she lands squared in the ring with no one to break her fall. KR: Damn a near perfect move and Tommy moved out of the way at the last minute and T-Bird suffered a hurtful aftermath. CM: That’s it end the match…ring the bell already. T-Bird begins to kick around at how excruciating the pain is and she holds her ribs as they begin to turn black and blue. This leaves time for Tommy to recuperate and get up to his feet as T-Bird hurts in the middle of the ring. As he rest T-Bird gets up holding her ribs and she grabs the ropes and exits onto the apron and leaps on over landing inside the ring on Tommy who isn’t aware of what she was doing. Again she hurts herself, but pins Tommy for the count. [align=center]1![/align] KR: T-Bird isn’t going to give Tommy an easy win she is hardcore and wont give up to no one. [align=center]2![/align] [align=center]KICK OUT![/align] Tommy gets his shoulder up and pushes T-Bird’s body off of him and she rolls over grabbing her ribs, but doesn’t draw to much attention it because she has one thing on her mind and that’s to kick ass and win…wait that was two things. She gets up and waits for Tommy to make it to his feet and after a few seconds longer Tommy is up and he is ready for action. Tommy charges at T-Bird and knocks her into the corner and begins to chop her across the chest and T-Bird’s eyes widen and she once again goes for a low blow and Tommy is back on the floor. DV: He shouldn’t have touched her breasts….wrong thing to do buddy. KR: For crying out loud that’s a technical move that has been practice here on Slam! for years now. The referee goes to T-Bird and he warns her for the last time and she argues back to defend herself and this leaves Tommy enough to time to heal and get back into the match. Tommy comes back strong this time and he blasts T-Bird with a clothesline and she gets up only to be scoop slammed to the mat. T-Bird gets up off of the mat quickly and as she spins around to look at Tommy, he eye rakes her and she is can’t see, she swings her arms trying to hit him, but every attempt is nothing more than a miss, Tommy on the other hand enjoys it and finally takes her out with a spinning clothesline. KR: This where the match is doing the turning point…Tommy is taking control of the match now. DV: I just hope that T-Bird can stick in there with those ribs being bruised. KR: T-Bird is all about kicking ass and winning her ribs are the least of her worry at the moment. T-Bird lies on the canvas coughing as she catches her breathe from that clothesline and Tommy grabs her by the hair and picks her up to her feet. Tommy swings T-Bird into the turnbuckle and he charges at her for a spear and T-Bird dodges the move and Tommy meets the turnbuckle post with his shoulder and the crowd rings out a tune in shock of what he just did to himself. CM: Damn that had to hurt…hitting your shoulder into exposed steel like that can take you out of a match quickly. KR: In his sake it doesn’t look too bad, but T-Bird is the one displaying injury as she has taken some time to shake off the cobwebs. T-Bird holds onto the top rope as she takes a few breathes in and goes back into the match with Tommy who is trying to relax his while getting up. T-Bird takes Tommy’s arm and she twists it behind his back and Tommy tries to get out of the move but he can’t and T-Bird squeezes his arm and Tommy screams out in pain. T-Bird pushes Tommy right back into the corner and Tommy holds his arm as T-Bird comes charging and she delivers a turnbuckle clothesline. DV: Tommy is going to have a tough time now with his shoulder and arm being pretty much useless to him. CM: T-Bird sure did a number on it. Tommy stays in the corner and T-Bird jumps up onto the second rope and grabs Tommy by his arm and she takes him down to the canvas with a tornado arm drag and T-Bird slams Tommy’s arm into the canvas and Tommy endures more pain. T-Bird is kind of winded too and both begin to get up to their feet. T-Bird makes it first and follows Tommy. T-Bird comes charging once again and Tommy takes her down with a flapjack. Tommy then rolls her into a boston crab, but T-Bird prevents him from locking the move and pushes him away from her. CM: This match is actually going on longer than I expected it too. KR: What you thought that T-Bird was going to go into the match and easily win… Tommy falls back and he quickly gets up as T-Bird takes her time a little. Tommy grabs T-Bird and he kicks her in the gut and plants her with a swinging DDT. Tommy sits up on the canvas and looks at the turnbuckle and gets up and begins to climb the damn thing. Tommy makes it to the top and the crowd is roaring for him and he looks down at T-Bird and does his leap for a…PLANCHA…smacked down and Tommy pulls the move off and T-Bird lies under Tommy hurt and out of it. Tommy himself is hurt as he dived off of the turnbuckle due to his shoulder and he rolls off of T-Bird for a few seconds holding his arm and then he rolls back over and makes the pin on T-Bird. KR: This might be the end of it folks…after two hundred and twenty-five pounds falling on T-Bird who is much lighter…I declare Tommy the winner already. [align=center]1![/align] KR: I think that this is going to be the end. [align=center]2![/align] [align=center]KICK OUT![/align] T-Bird miraculously kicks out of the move right when the referee was going to slam his hand down for the third count. Tommy gets up off of T-Bird and T-Bird rolls over to the ropes and she begins to pull herself up because she doesn’t have the strength in her to do it herself. She gets up to her feet and as she makes it up Tommy grabs her and slams her back down with a sidewalk slam. Tommy grabs T-Bird by the hair roughly and places her head between his legs and he picks her up for a powerbomb and she nails her with punches to stop him, but he slams her down on the mat. KR: Tommy delivers a hellacious powerbomb on T-Bird…this could be the end for her. Tommy gets up off of the canvas pulling T-Bird up with him, he blasts T-Bird with a few hard rights before he grabs her arm and sets her up for an irish whip as Tommy whips T-Bird he stops and wraps T-Bird up into a sleeper hold. Tommy holds on tight with the sleeper hold and as T-Bird tunes out of it, Tommy drops down to one knew holding the sleeper hold in even tighter. T-Bird takes the opportunity in the move and she fights back and tries to flip Tommy over her, but she is too weak and Tommy falls back on the floor with her. T-Bird is out and the referee grabs her arm to begin the count. [align=center]1![/align] [align=center]2![/align] [align=center]ARM UP!![/align] T-Bird gets her arm up in the air and elbows Tommy in the face and he lets go of the sleeper hold. T-Bird grabs her throat coughing and she gets up to her feet and so does Tommy. She swings at him with a right, but he grabs her arm and twists her into an arm bar. T-Bird elbows Tommy in the face once again trying to get him off and he takes her down with an arm drag and in the process of the move T-Bird kicks the referee in the face knocking him back down. KR: Tommy isn’t going to let T-Bird walk all over him. DV: Yeah, but Tommy’s move might cost him the match in general because the referee is out after that arm drag. KR: What do you mean by that? T-Bird gets up and Tommy grabs her by the arm and he irish whips her into the ropes and she rebounds with a neck breaker, but Tommy counters the move and he wraps his left arm around T-Bird’s neck and he executes a cutter and T-Bird crashes to the mat and she is out of the match all together. Tommy rolls over T-Bird and he is quick to hook the leg. Tommy waits a few more seconds and looks up and the referee is still lying down on the canvas out cold after the kick. KR: Tommy needs a referee to make the count… Tommy goes over to the referee and begins to pull him up trying to revive him, but to no avail. As Tommy keeps on trying T-Bird gets up to her feet with the use of the ropes holding her neck and she sees the opportunity to capitalize. Tommy turns around and T-Bird wraps her hand around his neck and looks at him one last time before dropping him down with a twisted spiral! DV: T-BIRD COMES BACK!!! CM: The referee is coming around. The referee finally wakes up from his dream and he sees T-Bird covering Tommy the referee begins to make a count slowly. [align=center]1![/align] [align=center]2![/align] [align=center]3!![/align] The referee calls for the bell and it is rung and T-Bird is awarded the win over Tommy. T-Bird gets up looking into the crowd as she advances into the next bracket for the Tactical Assault Championship! Charles Cruz: And the winner of the singles match…..TEEEEE BIIIIIRRRD!!! [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] On the Slam!Tron Sean Madrox is seen approaching 'Mr. Wrestling' Keith Williams at a food table in the backstage area. Madrox: Oh look who it is, Mr. "I need a bye because I suck". 'Mr. Wrestling' turns around, he is obviously not impressed by the presence of Mr. Phenomenal. Williams: As a matter of fact Sean, Mr. Markone has recognised my WRESTLING ability and therefore I don't need to wrestle in any first round. Keith is about to continue when he sees Richard Markone approaching at speed. Markone puts his arm around Williams and leads him away from Madrox, who sticks around to get himself some food from the table. Markone: Keith, I need you tonight. Williams: Who could it be? Markone: You've heard about Rick Proctor? Impact attacked him and he's out of the main event. I need you in there to take on Nightmare. Williams: Not a problem boss. Markone: Good, good. There's something else... Markone looks at Madrox, then starts whispering in Keith Williams' ear and Williams nods. They then shake hands and Markone is on his way. The Commissioner turns a corner and comes across Matt Impact shouldering a door open. Markone: Matt! Matt! Have you not found Manson yet? Impact: Son of a bitch is hiding somewhere in this arena. Matt Impact pulls out his walkie-talkie from his back pocket and struggles to work it before shouting into it. Impact: Orion! Lemieux! Have you found that bastard yet?! A few moments pass before a crackling sound is heard. Orion: Sorry Matt, can't see him. Another few moments pass... Lemieux: Je trop mat, aucune chance. Impact looks over at Markone. Markone: I think that means no. Impact kicks the wall, creating a dent. Impact: You know what I'm going to call out Jack Manson. In the centre of the ring. Markone: Good idea Matt! He won't be able to resist something like that! Impact and Markone walk off together in one direction and the camera slowly pans around the opposite way to reveal JACK MANSON stood watching them head off! Manson has heard everything they said! [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] The lights go out, leaving the crowd in a blanket of darkness as these words echo through out the arena: [align=center]MR. WRESTLING![/align] Suddenly "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson hits the PA system and purple strobe lights begin to illuminate the stage, outlining the figure of Keith Williams dressed in a hooded sweatshirt. After a few seconds he spins around with his arms held outwards to the side. The lights in the arena return to normal as he makes his way down the entrance ramp, yelling out abuse at the fans he passes by. Upon reaching the ring, Keith hops on to the ring apron and using the top rope, he springs in, quickly making his way to one of the nearby turnbuckles. He immediately steps up on to the middle rope and thrusts both arms into the air, yelling out at the crowd, "MR. WRESTLING!" With that said, Keith steps down from the turnbuckle and makes his way to the middle of the ring. CC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing 245 lbs, here is MR. WRESTLING, KEEEEEEITH WILLLLLLIAMS! KR: This guy disgusts me after what he and SWAT did to the Maggot Korps in front of their leader’s hometown. What a punk. CM: I’ll tell him you said that, Kurt! He’s talented, technical and terrific, y’know, and he’ll rip your arms right outta your sockets? KR: Hah. With Nightmare in the ring with him? I’d love to watch that. The lights cut suddenly as two blood-red spotlights focus on the titantron where the Slipknot tribal S has appeared in front of the Neverwinter Eye, both in interchanging purple and red. After a few moments we can hear a familiar voice arrive over the titantron.. [align=center]MONDAY NIGHT SLAM... WE ALL.. GOT LEFT... BEHIND..[/align] The crowd absolutely erupts as "Left Behind" begins to pound the speakers, the vicious tribal beat of the drums being accompanied by pulsing red and purple strobes all over the stage as the titantron now shows clips of a certain purple-clad wrestler's acheivements here in FIW, making the fans all the more rabid to see their hero. Smoke has now filled the stage as well, and here comes the first verse.. [align=center](I've known) Faces that have disappeared in time Find me wrapped in glass and slowly soaked in lime (All my) Friends have pictures made to make you cry I've seen this and wondered what I've dont to CALCIFY!![/align] Finally, Nightmare steps out of the smoke onto the stage alongside Orchid, to a thunderous cheer, staring down the rampway toward the ring with a firey look of intensity in his deep green eyes. Both are illuminated by the purple and red strobes until Orchid whispers something into Nightmare's ear which starts their trek towards the ring, Nightmare's coat flowing behind him. CC: His opponent, from Portland, Oregon, he represents The Maggot Korps and is in the company of Orchid! Weighing 275 pounds, The Prince of Pain, NIIIIIGHTMAAAARRE!!!! [align=center](I IGNORE YOU) As I close my eyes I FEEL IT ALL SLIPPING AWAY! (I COME TOWARD YOU!) We all got left behind WE LET IT ALL SLIP AWAY![/align] Once they reach the ring, Nightmare grabs the top rope and easily hoists himself onto the apron, then reaches a hand down to help Orchid onto the apron. They enter the ring together, Nightmare going to one corner and raising the devil horns to the crowd to a very loud response as per usual, he repeats this taunt on all four corners with Orchid cheering him on till he gets to the center of the ring, handing her his coat, and getting some last minute instructions from her and a hug in return before she exits to the outside, leaving Nightmare to await the bell in the center of the ring with the same fire-like intensity in his eyes as "Left Behind" fades away. KR: We have Nightmare and Keith Williams in the ring ready to go! CM: Mr. Wrestling is going t...what's this? Sirens begin to wail in the arena and words begin to appear on the Slam!Tron… [align=center]RESPECT THE LAW AND ORDER ![]() YOU’LL SERVE HARD TIMES[/align] “Hard Times” blares out through the arena and eight men dressed in S.W.A.T. attire emerge from the entrance. They form a guard of honour for the Slam! Commissioner Richard Markone as he walks onto the stage. Markone does not wave to the crowd as usual, he stops at the top of the stage with a microphone in hand. Markone: Nightmare, earlier tonight I said that the Main Event of the evening would be Nightmare versus Keith Williams only what you failed to hear was that I didn't finish there. What I actually said was that it would be Nightmare versus Keith Williams...and Joseph Lemieux! KR: Wait a second, a handicap match? DV: Looks that way to me. Nightmare looks up the ramp at the surrounded Richard Markone, he mouths the words "Bring It On!". Markone: As I said before, you win Nightmare and you advance. You lose and Rick Proctor advances. The lights in the arena go completely dark until the drum beat kicks in of “All About Us” by T.A.T.U. kicks in and at that very second, the entrance way, the ring, and the stage leading to the ring lights in a dark red color as Samantha Parker comes out from the entrance slowly followed by her boyfriend and client Joseph Lemieux. As the crowds’ boos grow loudly, Joseph stops in the entrance looking up through his S.W.A.T. gear helmet to the ceiling as the words from the song kicks in. [align=center]If… they… hurt… you… They… hurt… me… too…! So... we'll… rise... up… Won't stop, and it's all about, it's all about…[/align] Right before the chorus hits, Joseph Lemieux continues looking up through his helmet as white spark-pyros shoot from the top of the entrance way down to the ground, similar to Randy Orton’s entrance. Joseph continues to look up as the white sparks shoot down right in front of his face and Samantha Parker claps in front of the pyros on the stage. As the pyros commence, Joseph Lemieux finally looks forward and toward the ring as he begins to walk at a slow and steady pace to the ring and meets up with Samantha. As Joseph walks his baton sways back and forth in his hands, as does the rest of his riot gear that he is wearing. [align=center]It's all about us, all about us! It's all about, all about us! All about us, There's a theme that they can't touch cause you know (us)! It's all about us, all about us! It's all about, all about us! All about us, We'll run away if we must don't ya know, It's all about us (it's all about us)! It's all about us (it's all about us)! And no one can touch, it's all about us, it's all about us![/align] With the red lights still on in the arena, Joseph continues his way down the ring followed by Samantha. As he reaches the ring, Joseph slides under the bottom rope, and then stands up running toward the opposite ropes as he jumps up and down on them Edge style, and points to the crowd with his baton to draw some jeers. Then, Joseph goes back over to the ropes where he came into the ring, where Samantha Parker is standing, and he, in such a cool and fashionable way, whips his baton around, as the lights come back on in the arena. Joseph then gives his baton, helmet, vest, pants, and any other riot gear to his girlfriend . He then jumps around, getting pumped up for his match in the ring, no longer wearing his riot gear, but wearing what was under it all, his black wrestling shorts that say “SWAT” on them, his kneepads, boots, and the white tape wrapped around his wrists and hands. He then leans in the corner near Samantha, and plays with his shoulder length hair until the match begins. KR: So now we've got Nightmare versus Williams and Lemieux?! This is not fair! CM: Fair, smare! DV: Nightmare with a mountain to climb here but we've seen him do the impossible before. The match looks sets to start with Keith Williams and Nightmare in the ring but there are more developments as Markone attempts to leave the stage… The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entry ramp the first few rifts of “Remember the Name” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the flames filled stage. KR: Thank god, fans! Mr. Phenomenal is on his way to the ring to back up Nightmare, and more importantly to electrify his cats here in San Diego! [align=center]This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill[/align] The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the flames and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s pleasure, he has a microphone in his hand and raises it as he’s walking past Richard Markone with his theme music still playing. SM: You know something Markone, I couldn’t help, but think that your little plan is to simply take out Nightmare in the handicap match. I think that you should be man enough to put me in this match to show my cats what happens when an opportunity is thrown my way. He drops the mic taunting Markone with the infamous X as the crowd as Markone stamps on the stage in frustration, storming behind the curtain. [align=center]Fifteen percent concentrated power of will[/align] He begins to walk down the ramp admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ once again, soaking in the adrenaline. [align=center]Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain[/align] The ladies in the audience go wild as he reaches the apron of the ring and climbs the stairs and he struts himself into the ring; he removes his leather trench coat and climbs the turnbuckle and poses as flashes hit his body. [align=center]And a hundred percent reason to remember the name![/align] He then removes his semi-transparent shirt and throws it off as his flexes for the crowd a bit demonstrating his roguish looks as he waits for the bell. DV: Looks like the sides are even now! Nightmare shrugs, obviously happy about the sides being evened, and steps to the apron, allowing Mr. Phenomenal to begin the match against Keith Williams. Keith looks about ready to complain to the referee about this, but Tommy Owens won’t hear any of it as he rings the bell, and Keith Williams locks up with Sean Madrox as the crowd cheers this new development. KR: This should be an epic main event, gentlemen! DV: That’s true, although given the attitude of Joseph Lemeiux and Keith Williams as of late, they are amazing athletes nonetheless and this should be a fine contest, with the addition of Sean Madrox to the mix! KR: And definetly do not count our Prince of Pain out. Keith gets the advantage on the lockup and applies a standing side headlock, grinding Sean Madrox down to a knee as he grins, applauding his own efforts even though the crowd is booing him. He shouts “MR. WRESTLING!” out to the crowd, then gets backed up into the ropes but continues to wrench this headlock in on Madrox, impeding his progress. Keith continues to lay in the pressure and throws a couple insults in Nightmare’s direction which gives Madrox time to fire a couple hard elbows into Keith’s midsection, making him break the hold, and Sean STINGS Keith with a knife edge chop! KR: I heard that one all the way up here! He follows it up with a couple punches, backing Keith into the ropes, Sean sends him off and prepares for a move but Keith throws a hard clothesline which Sean manages to duck under, Keith stuns Sean with a boot to the gut and hooks him up for a Russian Leg Sweep but Sean elbows his way out of it, ducks another clothesline and pops up, dropkicking Keith right in the chest and sending him spilling to the outside! Keith collects himself and quickly backs away when he sees Sean charging the ropes ready to fly, but Sean very intelligently stops himself. Keith clutches a forearm to his chest on the outside, gathering himself, while Tommy Owens starts the 10 count to count Keith out. But, about the time that the ref reaches ‘4’, Lemeiux comes in sight unseen and CLOCKS MADROX IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH AN ENZUIGIRI! He rolls to the outside, the fans horrendously booing his efforts as Tommy now gets an earful from Nightmare about keeping an eye on their opponents. CM: He’s badgering the referee! That should be a disqualification. KR: Come on, Chip! Nightmare is merely telling Tommy to keep his eyes on Joseph Lemeiux next time so that that kind of downright cheating doesn’t happen again! Keith now has rolled into the ring and picks up the dazed Madrox, sending the Phenomenal One into the ropes and connecting with a rotating spinebuster! He follows it up with a knee drop right to the chest, and then pulls Madrox over to the corner so he can tag in Joseph Lemeiux to another round of boos. They send Madrox in together but Sean ducks a double clothesline, jumping onto Keith’s shoulders and snapping him down with a hurricanrana, popping up out of that to pepper Joseph with right hands, Sean sends Joseph into the ropes and looks for another hurricanrana but does not expect Joseph springboarding up onto the ropes and coming back with a tornado DDT, sending Sean skidding across to the center of the ring! KR: This match is picking up right from the outset! DV: Already these men are pulling out some excellent offense, that just goes to show you the kind of talent Slam! has! But the thing is, Madrox has to make the tag to Nightmare soon, he can’t take these guys by himself! CM: What the hell good is Nightmare going to do? Stand around and growl at random people? KR: Considering the look on Night’s face, once he gets that tag he’s going to tear Lemeiux’s head off and cram it up his.. CM: Hey, watch it! The FCC is breathing down our necks here! Lemeiux meanwhile has picked up Sean Madrox and shoved him into the neutral corner, lacing him with a brutal knife edge chop as Orchid cheers on the Phenomenal One on the outside, Lemeiux lays in another chop before sending Madrox to the opposite neutral corner, however Madrox uses the top rope to elevate himself up, wrap his legs around Lemeiux’s head and headscissor him into the turnbuckle! KR: Headache! This may be the break the Phenomenal One needs! Madrox, feeding off the wild cheers of his cats, stumbles to his feet tapping his foot on the mat, ready for the Blackout, but for some reason Samantha Parker jumps onto the apron screaming at the referee, Tommy goes over to detain her which gives Keith Williams ample opportunity to sneak in and connect with an unseen low blow! Nightmare is almost livid with fury, reading Keith Williams the riot act as he grins mischeviously, rolling back outside to the apron as Lemeiux connects with a DDT, rolling Madrox over into a pin. [align=center]1! 2! MADROX KICKS OUT![/align] KR: Sean Madrox is showing us great tenacity, a trademark of Mr. Phenomenal! CM: Ah, forget that, Kurt! Sean just doesn’t know when he’s beat! Lemeiux, electing not to argue with the referee about the speed of the count, instead wrenches Sean Madrox into a triangle submission hold in the center of the ring, cranking back with as much strength as he can muster, Madrox’s cats cheering him on with stomping and clapping, Orchid leading ‘MAD-ROX!’ chants on the outside. Lemeiux only tightens his grip on the triangle hold, Tommy Owens kneeling over Madrox asking for the surrender but Madrox refuses. CM: Surrender already and save us the trouble, Madrox! KR: He won’t quit! A guy like Madrox doesn’t even know the meaning of the word ‘quit’, that’s what makes him Phenomenal! Madrox starts to come alive thanks to the energy created in the stadium, he starts fighting to his feet, Joseph trying to drive him back down but Madrox rolls up onto his feet, trying to get his foot over onto Joseph so he can step on his face, Madrox succeeds breaking the hold to a raucous cheer, both men come up to their feet but Joseph cuts off any forthcoming offense with a poke to the eyes! Joseph hooks Madrox in a front facelock and brings him up for a vertical suplex, but on the way over Madrox lands on his feet and drives Lemeiux down with a reverse DDT! Both men down! KR: DDT! DDT! DV: This is no time for heroics, Sean HAS to tag out to Nightmare if he wants a chance to win, Sean has been physically dissected by Team SWAT up to this point, getting a fresh man in would switch the tide of this battle! CM: Samantha! Do something! Madrox is crawling ever closer to Nightmare who is coiled, poised, ready for the tag, Joseph regains his bearings just as Madrox is almost there, Joseph grabs his boot trying to pull him away but Madrox makes one final leap and GETS THE TAG! KR: HERE COMES THE PRINCE! Nightmare leaps over the top rope and beckons for Joseph to bring it on before laying into him with a series of hard right and left hands! Nightmare sends Joseph off into the ropes and connects with a high back body drop, the crowd eating up every minute of this exchange! Lemeiux comes up holding his back and gets a boot to the gut, Nightmare sends him off again but Lemieux springboards up and moonsaults back at Nightmare, overshooting him just enough to lock in a reverse facelock but Nightmare turns himself around in Lemeiux’s grip before he has a chance to DDT him, and hurls him overhead with a release Northern Lights suplex! DV: Hell of a suplex by Nightmare, dodging the proverbial bullet there! KR: How do you like flying now, Lemeiux? CM: You can’t do that to the Kiss of Death! He’s cheating, Goddammit! Nightmare floats over into the pin.. [align=center]1! 2! WILLIAMS WITH THE SAVE![/align] Keith Williams stomps Night in the head to break up the pin and continues his assault with a couple more stomps, afterward slapping his hands together to make it sound like he and Joseph made the tag while Samantha Parker has Tommy Owens distracted yet again. Keith clubs Nightmare over the back of the head with a forearm, then he picks Nightmare up off his knees and goes to throw another but Nightmare slaps it away, stunning Keith with a Mongolian chop and turning him right into Sean Madrox who blasts him with a right hand, Keith goes stumbling back into a brutal elbow strike from the Prince sending him down, but Joseph Lemeiux scores with a dropkick on Sean Madrox sending him flailing to the outside! Joseph then scores with a kick to the gut on Nightmare and hooks him up for the Baiser De La Mort, but Nightmare widens his vertical base using his strength advantage, and backdrops out of it! Joseph comes back up with a clothesline but Nightmare ducks and dashes forward, DRIVING HIM INTO THE MAT WITH THE END OF DAYS! KR: He got him! End of Days to Joseph Lemeiux! Nightmare could have his revenge right here! Nightmare pops up to his feet, taunting the fans but doesn’t see Keith Williams who charges in, barreling Nightmare down with a hard elbow to the back of the head, quickly trapping Nightmare’s arms and flipping over into the Old School Genocide! Samantha finally lets Tommy be and focuses his attention on the submission hold in the middle of the ring, as Nightmare is refusing to give up which only makes Keith pull harder at the Prince of Pain’s arms! CM: HAHA! It’s over right here, Royle! Say goodbye to your hero’s TAC hopes! KR: Come on Nightmare, ya gotta counter! Nightmare makes one desperate effort and uses his strength to try to break one of the arms from Keith’s grip, he pulls with all his might…LEFT ARM COMES FREE! Nightmare immediately reaches out with the free arm before Keith can trap it again and pulls his leg back, collapsing the bridge and putting Keith onto his knees, allowing Nightmare to scoot up to a sitting position, Nightmare wraps his free arm around Keith William’s neck and pulls Keith’s other arm back with his other arm, falling back into the Cure for the Itch! KR: Tremendous counter! CM: How the fuck did he do that!? DV: I don’t know but Nightmare has the Cure for the Itch on! Nightmare squeezes with all his might on the sleeper hold, Joseph coming in to try to break it but gets CLOCKED by a Blackout from Sean Madrox! Joseph goes down like he’s been shot, and Madrox backs up to the corner as Tommy asks for the submission, Keith flails around valiantly trying to get to the ropes, but can’t get there.. KEITH TAPS OUT! *ding ding ding* KR: THEY DID IT! “Left Behind” hits the speakers as Nightmare relinquishes the hold, Sean Madrox holding up his infamous ‘X’ in victory as Orchid comes in to congratulate the two men, Joseph being attended to by Samantha Parker. CC: Here are your winners, NIGHTMARE and MISTER PHENOMENAL, SEEEEEAN! MAAAAAAAAADROX! Nightmare gets up to his feet, holding his arm in pain after the Old School Genocide but elated about his victory, he looks Sean Madrox in the eyes, nodding, knowing the two men are now on the same page and shakes Sean’s hand to a tremendous cheer, then exits the ring with Orchid as Sean continues to celebrate with his cats. KR: What do you think now, Chip! Mr. Talented, Technical and Terrific just tapped out to the deadliest submission move in the game today, the Cure for the Itch! Oh, think of the excuses Keith will come up with for this one! CM: That was a choke! It was a god-damned choke! DV: The best ref on the show said that was a sleeper hold! What a main event and what a victory for Nightmare, that means he advances in the Tactical Assault Championship tournament, much to the chagrin of our esteemed GM! The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a red spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to boo for the two time former champ, self proclaimed King of Slam!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact as the crowd go up in even more boos. CM: It’s Matt Impact! DV: Impact said he was coming to call out the World Champion. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd. Matt just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he points to the ropes of the ring and forces ring announcer Charles Cruz to open the ropes between the top and middle into the ring, and as he does so, Matt walks up the steel steps to get into the ring and with ease goes over the middle rope into the ring. [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his scepter into his chest as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle. He does the exact same thing on the other two turnbuckles, before hoping to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way flicks his robe off of his body as it falls to the ring, and Impact comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the turnbuckles shoot up red and gold sparks, and once the pyros commence, the lights turn on as Charles Cruz begins to talk... CC: Please welcome to the Pepsi Center…(Cut off) Impact: No time for that tonight! Jack, last week you knocked me out with your cast. This week you’ve been pissing me off hiding out in the back so now it’s time for you to get a good ass whuppin’…JACK, GET IT DOWN HERE! Like a caged animal Impact paces back and forth along the ropes facing the arena entrance anticipating the arrival of his rival. KR: Impact has stood up to be counted. CM: The question is now…will Manson have the balls to show up? Impact: Come on Jack, we’ve only got a few minutes left! GET OUT HERE! Impact is about to continue when… KR: Is he here???? The lights in the arena dim and drums beat from all around as strobe lights begin to flicker about the stage. A just audible whisper comes over the PA system which beckons the attention of everyone to the top of the stage. [align=center]Can you feel that? Oh, Shit…[/align] DV: That’s the music of Jack Manson! Guitars kick in as the strobe lights get faster and smoke begins to fill the stage. By now the crowd is fully aware of who is going to burst onto that stage and they begin to cheer. Suddenly, David Drainman screams and pyros explode all over the stage and ramp. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] KR: Jack Manson has answered the call! Jack then bursts through the curtains from backstage and through the thick smoke from the pyros and fog machines. He makes a beeline for the ring, a determined look on his face. Jack stops at the bottom of the ramp for a moment to make sure his cast is on securely. KR: Are we gonna see these two get it on?! CM: Not if Manson’s got a brain cell! Manson turns his head sideways for a moment; he looks at the fans who are begging for violence…Manson slides into the ring! KR: Hold onto your hats folks! DV: Both men in street attire, this is just going to be a brawl plain and simple! Impact is all over Jack with stomps on his back, not even allowing the World Champion to get to his feet! Impact lays into him with the boots and drops elbow after elbow after elbow after elbow across Manson’s back! CM: Impact is all over Manson like flies on shit! KR: He’s not even letting Manson get up to his feet! The old commentator’s curse strikes as Impact leans down to pull Manson up to his feet. He lands a few hard punches to the head and body as he pins Jack up against the ropes! Impact continues striking and he has Manson reeling! Impact irish whips Jack across the ring but he holds on reverses! KR: Impact shot into the ropes! Impact bounces back off at speed and gets knocked out of his shoes with a smashing clothesline! Manson stomps on Matt Impact now! Manson drags the King of Slam! up and takes him into a turnbuckle, slamming his head into the top ‘buckle! Jack Manson drags him along the ropes and takes his head into a second turnbuckle! CM: Matt, fight back! DV: I think he’s a little busy getting his ass kicked right now! Again Matt is taken across the ring and his head connects with the third top turnbuckle! Manson asks if the fans want the last one and they respond with a cheer. Manson brings him along the ropes and SLAMS his head into the turnbuckle! Manson turns him around and begins kicking away at him; Impact slumps down in the corner but catches Jack with a LOW BLOW! CM: Well done Matt! KR: Impact with a low blow! That’s gained him some rest bite! Impact rolls out of the ring as Manson drops to his knees. Impact grabs a steel chair from the front row at ringside and folds it up. He brings it back in the ring where Manson is still on his knees. He looks up at Impact as Matt raises the chair above his head, not backing down or begging… KR: Impact’s going to nail him with the chair! CM: What the hell? Is that Proctor?! The fans around ringside all stand to look at the arena entrance, where ‘The Predator’ wearing a bandage around his head and sprinting to the ring! Impact turns around and Proctor slides into the ring…IMPACT WRAPS THE CHAIR AROUND PROCTOR’S HEAD! KR: CONCUSSION CITY! DV: He already suffered a concussion tonight at the hands of Matt Impact! Impact stands over the fallen Proctor and shouts at him, Manson however is getting back up and he kicks the chair out of Matt’s grip! Manson and Impact lock onto each other, delivering punches to their rival! Again, the fans interest is swayed by the sound of ‘Body Hammer’ by Fear Factory… CM: Who’s this now?! Xtreme Kitten and Lucy come through the entrance onto the stage, Lucy with a chain in her hand connected to a collar on XK’s neck. They stand on the staging looking down at the ring as Impact has the advantage over Manson! KR: What are they doing out here? CM: The ‘problem’ must be in the ring but who is it? Manson or Impact? DV: Could be Proctor! He’s still in the ring. Impact slams his knee across Manson’s gut and he looks up the ramp to see Lucy leading Xtreme Kitten down the entrance ramp. Impact is distracted and that gives Manson the chance to reverse him into the corner! XK is slowly making his way to ringside with Lucy, she then takes her time in removing his collar as Manson is also distracted for a moment. KR: Xtreme Kitten’s presence is certainly un-nerving Manson and Impact… DV: So who’s he here for?! CM: Ask Lucy! I really don’t know! Manson keeps control of Impact, lashing away at his chest with hard chops as XK, again slowly, walks up the steps to the apron. He stoops through the ropes and enters the ring. Xtreme Kitten glances at Lucy, who orders him forward. XK makes his way over to the corner where the two men are going at it. Manson has now mounted the second rope and is hammering down on a promo Impact as Xtreme Kitten grabs him and pulls him off the ropes. XK is staring at a dazed Impact as Manson steps forward and spins XK around! KR: Xtreme Kitten wanted some of Matt Impact but Manson is taking exception! DV: This isn’t smart Jack, leave them to fight! XK listens as Manson is telling him something and pointing at Impact. Lucy shouts at XK and the Kitten ignores Jack, turning around to face Impact once more. He rubs his hands together before walking forward. Manson is stood shaking his head as XK reaches Impact…AND TURNS AROUND CLOCKING THE WORLD CHAMPION WITH A FOREARM SMASH TO THE FACE! DV: HEY! KR: Xtreme Kitten was after Jack all along! MANSON HAS BEEN ROCKED BACK AND XK FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO HIS FACE! MANSON STAGGERS BACK TO THE ROPES AND XK IS ON HIM WITH SUCCESSIVE EUROPEAN UPPERCUTS! KR: Xtreme Kitten is taking it to Jack! DV: This has come out of nowhere! We knew XK had a problem but nobody guessed it would be Jack! MANSON LASHES OUT WITH A KICK TO XK’S STOMACH, THEN A STRAIGHT PUNCH TO THE FACE! MANSON STEPS AWAY FROM THE ROPES AND IRISH WHIPS XK BUT HE REVERSES! MANSON GOES INTO THE ROPES AND LUCY TRIPS HIM WITH XK’S CHAIN! KR: Look at that woman getting involved! MANSON TURNS AROUND TO GRAB HER BY THE HAIR BUT LUCY AVOIDS HIS REACH! JACK TURNS BACK TO GET SOME OF XK…MANSON GETS NAILED WITH A CAT KICK! CM: CAT KICK! CAT KICK! MANSON DOWN! THE SHOW COMES TO A CLOSE AS RICK PROCTOR IS DOWN AND BLEEDING, IMPACT LEAVES THE RING AFTER SEEING MANSON LEVELLED AND XTREME KITTEN STANDS ABOVE THE FALLEN CHAMPION! CM: What does this all mean? 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