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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; January 10, 2006 | |
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align] The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Nadia, Jim O'Brien, and Carlos Kane all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates! [align=center]Wake Up![/align] Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly. [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kennedy spins her body in front of Maclay for a hurracanrana! No, Maclay pushes up on her legs! Kennedy flips out and LANDS ON HER FEET! She leaps onto his thigh and CRACKS HER KNEE OF THE SIDE OF MACLAY'S CRANIUM!!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, *Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…[/align] Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table, Here ya go create another fable![/align] The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!! [align=center]You wanted to! Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! [align=center]You wanted to! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] With Sean on the floor, desperately trying to free himself from the cable, Hype lords over him from on top of the stage, AND YANKS ON THE CABLE, PULLING SEAN OFF HIS FEET AND HANGING HIM OFF THE STAGE!!! Sean dangles there, frantically trying to untangle himself as Hype leans back, pulling Sean higher and higher, hanging him right there for the world to see! [align=center]You wanted to! Why dya leave the keys upon the table?[/align] Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!! [align=center]You wanted to![/align] The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown. [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] Kailey stands, comtemplating her fate before signing her life away to Madison Lee via a TNT contract. [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align] The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit! Dante doesn't get a moment to rest as both women drag the Icon to his feet, they put in a double front facelock before they gazing out among the crowd that know damn well's a good time to boo. The ladies both raise their outside arms to the air before DROPPING DANTE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DOUBLE DDT!!! Kennedy holds Kailey's arms as Nadia rears back and CRACKS KAILEY IN THE FACE WITH A SHUFFLE SIDE KICK! Kailey crashes to the wooden walkway as Kennedy releases her! Kennedy slaps her knee, prepping the crowd for what's to come as Dante begins to slowly recover from the DDT. He climbs to a knee… dun dun dun! Kennedy sprints at him, springs off his knee and CRACKS HIM UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH HER OWN KNEE!! [align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Wake Up! *Whispered* Wake up[/align] Dante gets his balance again then hooks Jim under both arms and locks his hands together BUT DANTE SLIPS OFF THE CAGE!! HIS FEET LAND ON THE TOP ROPE AND HE PULLS JIM DOWN WITH THE UNDERHOOK AND PULLS HIM OVER WITH A SUPLEX BOTH MEN LANDING HARD BACK INTO THE RING!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES! Graver sneering and Bill grinning, but Graver soon charges toward Bill. Bill simply stands there until Graver gets close enough, steps up on his knee, and KURIYAMA KICKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Nadia scoops her opponent across her shoulders. She whips the opponent's legs around DROPPING THEM BACK-FIRST ONTO THE MAT WITH A SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align] Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE! [align=center]Here ya go create another fable! You wanted to![/align] Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to![/align] Out of nowhere, Nadia nails Dante between the legs with a low blow, doubling the Hardcore Icon over. As Dante takes in the sweet, sweet pain, Kennedy BLASTS HIM WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to![/align] Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table You wanted to![/align] Jim hoists Rage up onto his shoulders, the image moves to slow-mo, AS HE DRIVES HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE BURNING HAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align] Max drags Sean up in a gutwrench position before hoisting his deadweight over his shoulder, dropping him down slightly before leaping into the air and DROPPING SEAN ON HIS SKULL WITH THE BLACK TUESDAY!!! [align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align] The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS (For once it’s these guys) GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hype gets in an errant fist that smacks straight off Sean’s nose and staggers him backwards several feet. He teeters on the tray before re-gathering his bearings, and charges at The Hype! He looks to bury his shoulder into Kane’s chest but instinct sets in and Hype hooks his arms around the Knight, throwing him over his head with a Belly To Belly! Sean flies through the air... crashes into the rig, severing it’s remaining connections, sending both The Black Knight and the mass of metal spiralling toward the ground. Sean lands first, the rig, second! Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!! The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen… [align=center] [/align]…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team. JH: Welcome to Tuesday Night Throwdown, ladies and gentleman! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside Thomas Moore. We are live in the STAPLES Center in Los Angeles, California and we've got a great show lined up for you tonight! TM: Get ready for the roof to blow off this building tonight, Jonathan! We've got Kennedy, LA's own, scheduled for an in-ring appearance tonight! JH: That she does, and apparently Carlos Kane is scheduled to arrive here tonight as well. That could get violatile. TM: Only in a sexual sense. I'm telling you. I've kept my ear to the ground all week. Word on the street is that Carlos Kane is ready to forgive Kennedy and give her all the chocolate she can handle, and then some. JH: I hate to tell you this, but your informants suck. We heard from Carlos Kane's own mouth that he is not finished making Kennedy pay! TM: Bah! You wish! But let's move on before I have to smack you. We've got some gold on the line tonight! And two beautiful women wanting it. JH: That's right. Madison Lee has awarded Kailey Lane a Cruiserweight Title shot against April Lynn. Madison has stated that Kailey never received a rematch after losing the belt over a year ago. She'll get it tonight in our main-event! TM: And they aren't the only girls with gold on their mind. Melanie Halstead's getting a contendership match tonight. If she win, she gets to take on her "boyfriend" for his International Championship. JH: The belt Bill Kuriyama won off Onikage, who brought it from Slam!. Bill successfully defended that against Toan at Vendetta. Next week he'll defend it against either his friend-- TM: Girlfriend! JH: Melanie Halstead, Curtis, Alex Evans or Shannon Micheals. Sudden Death tonight. But we've also got Kendra Norton taking on JJ in singles action. Kendra and Jim snagged themselves a victory last week over JJ and Onikage. Now it's one-on-one. TM: But the real danger is gonna be the outside action. Jim O'Brien and Onikage at ringside! JH: And we are kicking things off tonight ladies and gentlemen with a match that proves to be interesting to say the least. TM: Yeah the idiotic Ninja is going to be squashed like a fly by the guy who was his partner just two weeks ago at the Grand Prix. JH: This match was made after Smarty Smark talked his way into Madison Lee’s bad side trying to get his client, Extreme Ninja #2 a shot at the Cruiserweight belt. TM: Hey Maddy just couldn’t handle the fact Smarty is a natural playa, and he certainly has played enough video games to play it well. Now let’s get on with this match. JH: Why in such a hurry Thomas? TM: Because after the show is over Smarty Smark said him and his posse would bring me along as they hit the down. Free booze and boobs bab-ah! JH: Ugh. “Hey Now” hits the speakers and the crowd explode for their favourite silent giant. Strobes search the auditorium before returning to the entranceway to pick out his massive silhouette cast against the entrance. [align=center]I'm a menace to society baby The police wanna relocate me They running with gun up but they can't fade me They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy I ride one in the chamber, gun on cock '6-tre Chevrolet rollin without no top Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop California to Virginia Timmy making it hot [/align] He steps forward onto the walkway, his eyes focused completely on the ring as his partner Remy steps out from his impressive shadow. The two begin their trek toward the ring, Remy bopping to the beat and generally trying to have a good time, Carl remaining as stoic as ever. [align=center]Taking long rides in the G4 plane X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane Yeah! Got the world saying my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, c'mon! Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody[/align] As the chorus kicks in the two Cajuns reach the ring, Remy dropping down to the side and moving to a natural position as Carl steps in over the top rope. He walks across the ring, grabbing a hold of the top set of cables and tugging at them as if to test their integrity. Seemingly happy they can hold his weight, Carl turns back to the entranceway to await the start of his match. JH: Carl has back up in the form of his fellow tag team champ Remy down here tonight. TM: See that shows right there Carl fears the Ninja’s skills. JH: Remy always comes down to the ring with Carl and if I had to guess he might’ve brought him along just in case Smarty tries any thing. TM: I’m telling you Jonathon with Smarty Smark backing Ninja he is going to finally get win #2. JH: So suddenly he’s managed by Smarty Smark and you like the guy? TM: Did you not hear me say Smarty was getting me free booze and boobs? The tune of classic kung-fu music echoes through out the P.A. speaker and soon “Ninja" kicks in. [align=center]"Damn I wish I could be a Ninja" “Damn I wish I could be a Ninja" “Damn it feel good to see people up on it"[/align] As the music continues to play smoke fills the arena and a mysterious cloaked figure walks out. A few of the fans dressed up like Ninjas begin to cheer on their hero. Slowly the cloaked figure raises his head to have the hood fall off and reveal his Ninja mask. The rest of the fans cheer on Extreme Ninja #2 as he pumps his sign proudly up into the air. “Eat your vegetables!" the sign reads as he charges along the entrance ramp before he hops over the top rope. From the back to a few boos Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man walk down the ramp way. Smarty waving to the fans and blowing them kisses to their disgust. When they reach the end of the walk way Paper Bag Man hops off the walk way to the floor. He then gets on all fours by Smarty Smark’s order that then proceeds to use him as a step as he walks down to the floor proudly. After entering the ring Ninja sets his sign in the nearest corner to him and disrobes himself. Awaiting for the match to begin. JH: As much as I like Extreme Ninja and think the kid’s got a lot of heart he certainly is falling in with the wrong crowd. TM: How can you say that? Smarty Smark is a genius and will get Ninja the gold he wants! JH: So far it looks like all he’s brought Ninja is a mountain of trouble in the form of Carl. MA: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Your official for this match is Logan Black. Introducing first weighing in at 338 pounds and standing at six feet and nine inches. He hails from New Orleans, Louisiana…HE! IS! CAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!! Carl cracks his neck while the fans cheer a bit and Remy claps at his partner in the ring. MA: And his opponent…weighing in at 180 pounds and standing at five feet and ten inches. He hails from Detroit, Michigan…HE! IS! EXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRREEEEEEMMMMMMMMMME NNNNNNNNIIIIIINNNNNNJAAAAAAA NUMBER TWOOOOOOO!!! Ninja lifts up his sign and it reads “Hello all you people out there in TV land” to a decent cheer from the crowd as well. Paper Bag Man bowing to Ninja and Smarty Smark clapping while shouting “HE’S THE MAN!” [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] Extreme Ninja #2 and Carl walk towards the center of the ring with two very different approaches. Carl looks cool and calm as he stands casually while Ninja is crouching slightly and looks ready for some chain wrestling. The biggest man on the roster and the smallest man on the roster circle one another carefully. Suddenly like a flash of lightning Ninja lunges forward and tries to club Carl’s legs out from under him. However the bigger man with ease pie faces Ninja sending him tumbling away. JH: The size difference is already coming into play. TM: Hey you know what they say, the bigger they are the harder they fall. JH: Let’s just hope Carl doesn’t fall on Ninja. In mid-tumble Ninja rolls into a ball and continues to roll back up to his feet. He wastes no time to charge Carl to try and to sweep his legs out from under him. But for the second time Carl with ease pushes Extreme Ninja #2 away in a tumbling fashion. Second time Ninja kips up to his feet in mid-roll and rushes even faster towards Carl now trying to spear his legs. Getting a tad bored with this situation Carl knees Ninja right in the face causing him to stumble back. TM: C’mon Ninja don’t do that, he’s just going to keep stopping you. JH: It’s truly frightening at times how much power Carl displays. TM: Yeah but Ninja shows some great speed and endurance. JH: I agree so it should be an interesting match up. Carl’s brute force and rock solid endurance verse Ninja’s speed and will to go on. TM: I just hope if Ninja loses Smarty isn’t in such a bad mood he won’t be paying for me any more… Casually Carl walks over to the dazed Ninja and cups the top of EN’s head with his massive hand. To a gasp from the crowd Carl lifts Ninja right off the ground with one hand as he tightens his hold on Extreme Ninja’s skull. Silently Extreme Ninja #2 writhes in pain as his skull is slowly being crushed by Carl. Even Remy on the outside seems to have a bit of sympathy for the position Ninja is in while Logan tries to get Ninja to submit. Wiggling about in Carl’s grip Ninja is throwing his arms and legs around wildly trying some way to get free from this hold. JH: We could see the end right here! If Carl can get Ninja to submit to this…uh…skull crusher I guess you could call it then it’ll be all over! TM: Oh crap! I know for sure Smarty Smark won’t be in a good mood if his client TAPS! JH: Dear god man! Worry about some thing besides yourself for once, a man’s skull could be crushed! TM: B-b-b-but I’m self-centered and like only caring about my own well being! Stepping in Smarty Smark hops right up onto the apron and starts waving his hands around yelling louder than ever before. Logan Black stupidly turns his back to Carl and Ninja to see what the whole fuss is about. This gives Paper Bag Man the chance he needs as he hops up on the apron behind Carl. Quickly he slings shots himself up onto the top rope and off it performing a perfect ten of a double stomp to the top of Carl’s ample head. Before Remy can get Logan’s attention PBM rolls right out of the ring. Carl stumbles and leans forward enough Ninja kicks him squarely in the jaw causing the bigger man to release his hold as Smarty drops off the apron with a smile of utter glee. JH: Hey! That was cheating! Smarty Smark that…that…that…ASS HOLE distracted the referee while his assistant did the dirty work! TM: All’s fair in love and war, all’s fair. JH: All’s fair my bum. TM: Hey Logan nor Ninja saw it, so what harm can it do? Logan finally turns around to Remy to see what he is on about but by the time he turns around to see the rest of the ring Carl is on the mat and so is Ninja. Slowly Extreme Ninja #2 crawls on top of the massive bulk known as Carl in a pin fall attempt. [align=center]1! 2! Thr-No! Kick out![/align] Remy jumps up in joy while Smarty Smark smacks PBM upside the head for not getting Ninja the win there. Both men clutching their head start to stagger up to their feet to cheers from the fans. As Carl is on his knee Ninja hurries forward and drop kicks his knee causing Carl’s knee to buckle and him to drop down once again. Perhaps Carl’s submission hold knocked a few screws loose because EN climbs up on top of Carl’s back and puts Carl’s arms over his knees before wrapping his hands around the bottom of Carl’s chin. With all the force his little body can produce Extreme Ninja #2 pulls back locking in the camel clutch. TM: Hey you don’t see one of those every day now a days. JH: True and it can be a rather effective submission hold. Though I don’t know how effective it’ll be in this situation. TM: Why do you say that Hitchen? JH: Because Ninja to reach the mat while sitting on top of Carl is on his tippie toes. TM: Oh hey you’re right, heh. Rather than weakening the big man the submission only seems to stir him as he blinks a few times. Almost in an odd casual manner Carl pushes himself up onto his feet and stands up straight while Ninja with blind hope still tries to wrench back on the clutch. Aggressively Carl elbows EN in the ribs making him loosen his hold on Carl. The bigger man pushes Ninja up onto his shoulders before he slams back with a Samoan Drop! Carl rolls over and doesn’t even bother to hook the leg with how splat looking Extreme Ninja #2 looks under him. [align=center]1! 2![/align] Suddenly Paper Bag Man runs into the ring and looks ready to strike Carl but seems to be stalling for some reason. Logan seeing this gets up to his feet and turns around to face PBM with an annoyed look. Carl turns and faces PBM while the referee explains PBM needs to get out of the ring. With every one distracted Smarty Smark slinks over to where Carl and Ninja are and picks up from below the apron and sets Ninja’s foot on the ropes before he ducks back down slinking off to where he was. JH: Ref! Ref! Look damn you! Smarty just put Ninja’s foot on the ropes! TM: Hehehe even that rat Remy didn’t see it. That was perfect. JH: Once again Smarty Smark and his idiotic sidekick cost Carl the win! TM: Hey are you trying to imply the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark were cheating? JH: What would you call it? TM: Advising a client. Paper Bag Man thanks Logan Black for telling him how the rules of the match worked and left the ring. Logan shrugs and turns around to resume the pin fall count with Carl returning his attention to his pin fall attempt as well. [align=center]Thre-No! Foot on the ropes![/align] Carl’s expression is a look of disbelief as he looks over to the foot Logan is pointing too. Remy eyes Smarty Smark who whistles innocently on the outside grinning a rather ample grin for some one who’s client nearly lost. Without double checking with the referee Carl sits up and grabs Ninja by the mask picking him up along with him as he stands up. Carl throws Ninja’s arm over his head and grabs a hand full of Extreme Ninja #2’s tights. He falls back and spikes Extreme Ninja #2 right on his head with a vicious backdrop driver. JH: Too many of those and Ninja might not remember who he is. TM: What? Do you mean like a concussion? JH: …Yes Thomas…a concussion. TM: Oh sweet! Wait…no, not sweet. As concussion equals mad Smarty Smark. Slowly Ninja rolls away from Carl trying to create some distance between the two of them. Carl is up rather right away while Extreme Ninja pulls on the middle rope to get him up to his feet. The two men look towards one another at the exact same time and both get the relatively same idea. Both move like a bolt of lightning towards each other with means of harmful intent for the other. At the exact same moment Carl nearly takes Ninja’s head off with a lariat Ninja nearly kicks Carl’s head off with a jumping back brain kick. To Remy’s and Smarty Smark’s dismay both men drop to the canvas like a ton of bricks. The fans are divided in who they rally behind to get up first. JH: It’s now any one’s ball game! Both men are down! TM: C’mon Ninja! Your win is my free ticket to booze! JH: I think I see Carl moving! TM: No! Stay down big black monster! A bit tipsy looking like he’s had a few too many to drink Extreme Ninja #2 is the first to his feet to quite a few cheers. His head darts in the direction of the fallen Carl and then at Smarty Smark who is cheering him on, and then to the ropes. To cheers from the fans Ninja marches over to the corner and picks up his sign before he runs right towards the ropes. Slowly Carl presses his knuckles against the canvas as he pushes himself up to his feet not yet noticing Ninja. JH: It looks like Ninja is going for his finisher to end it right here. TM: Be careful Ninja! Carl is getting up! JH: Carl might just be able to reverse it. Seeing that Carl is starting to get up Paper Bag Man takes action as he hops up onto the apron. But Remy is there to meet him when he hops up onto the apron too. The two begin to argue which sadly actually only aids PBM’s plan since Logan turns his attention to the two trying to break up the argument. Smarty Smark seeing his chance clubs Carl’s leg out from under him having him fall to one knee. The big man extends his hand out past the ropes to try and grab a hold of Smarty when Ninja comes racing towards him with his sign that reads… TM & JH: I STEP ON YOU!!! TM: Yes!!! JH: Ninja didn’t even notice what Smarty did to allow him to hit it! TM: Who cares! This match is done, stick a fork in it! Remy getting fed up with PBM and SS throws a punch at PBM only for him to hop off the apron avoiding it. Logan orders Remy to get off the apron and the smaller of the two Cajuns obeys. The referee turns around to see Extreme Ninja #2 on top of Carl in a pin fall. Missing every thing that transpired Logan does what he thinks is the right thing and starts the pin fall. [align=center]1! 2! 3!!!![/align] The bell rings while Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man rush into the ring to meet Ninja head on. His manager and his manager’s assistant lift him up onto their shoulders in celebration while some fans cheer and some fans boo due to the shady way he won. Extreme Ninja #2 looks as happy as can be unaware that he’s been aided in this win. Ninja’s music begins to play as Smarty Smark and PBM set him down only for Remy to enter the ring. The FSC charges right for Smarty Smark who isn’t any dummy and pushes PBM in the way to act as a shield. Giving Smarty Smark enough time to exit to the walk way as Ninja continues to play to the crowd over his win. MA: Your winner by pin fall…EXXXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRREMMMMMMMMMME NNNNNNNNIIIIINNNNNNJAAAAAAA NNNNNUMMMMMMBERRRRRR TTWWWWOOOO!!!! JH: I cannot believe Extreme Ninja just won this match! TM: Haha! When Smarty Smark promises something, he delivers! Ninja gets a title shot now! JH: Don't jump to conclusions! Madison Lee said IF Ninja wins, she'd take it under advisement. She MIGHT give Ninja a title shot. TM: Oh, after tonight's HUGE victory, it'd be a miracle if she didn't reward him! The camera fades into a hallway where JJ is walking down, already in his ring gear. It seems like JJ is looking for some thing or some one. Though now in just his ring gear it's quite obvious that a few bruises from the "spar" Onikage and him had earlier are still remaining on his body. Finally he walks past a door which is almost half way open and it seems Kailey Lane is inside. JJ stops and backs up a bit looking into the room spotting Kailey who is stretching a bit. His eyes linger on her a bit as his hand reaches for the door knob. A few moments pass as his eyes stare down at the door knob and whether or not he should make his presence known. Putting her hands to her hips, Kailey tries to get her mind off of April and Remy... and other things... as she bends and turns her torso, warming up for her match. It just so happens that in the last twist, she spies JJ peeking in at her. She straightens quickly and motions for him to come on into the room. She has been meaning to talk with him. JJ looks slightly flustered over her realizing he was standing out there. Now he has no excuse to leave and not confront her. Slightly slowly he pushes open the door and walks into the locker room. A soft smile on his face as he gets near to Kailey. JJ: Hey I've been meaning to talk to you. Sorry I didn't get to talk to you last week just sensei decided he wanted to take a trip. Kailey: Oh is that what happened? I have wanted to talk to you, too. Simultaneously: Oh, well, see.... Simultaneously: No, you go... They both laugh, the laughter a mix of embarrassment and irony. Kailey looks away then back again to find JJ nodding to her. JJ: Seriously, you go ahead. Kailey does indeed seem to get serious because her brows furrow a bit as she looks him in the eye. Kailey: I want to thank you for taking care of me at the Christmas party. JJ starts to wave off her thanks but Kailey is persistent. Kailey: No, really, JJ. You went out of your way for me and didn't.... well, you were a perfect gentleman. Not everyone would have been. I really appreciate it. JJ's eyes widen and, if anyone was paying close attention, they might notice his cheeks getting a little more colorful. He grins then smiles full-blown at Kailey. JJ: Well, it was obvious you were not in your right state of mind and a bit tipsy Kailey. I may think you are quite the looker but I couldn't take advantage of such a nice person like you. He smirks and adds in a joking tone... JJ: Though, if someone like Kennedy or Madison is that out of it on the other hand...weeelllll... Kailey can't help but let out a laugh at that. JJ grins sheepishly and she laughs even more. Her sincere laughter and subsequent smile takes him a bit off guard. Kailey: I can't see you doing that... even then. JJ chuckles a tad awkwardly as the two of them fall silent. It seems quite apparent the two are thinking at least a few things over in their head. He scratches the back of his head in a some what embarrassed manner before he suddenly remembers why he wanted to talk to her. Simultaneously: Kailey the reason actually I wanted to talk to you was... Simultaneously: There was one other thing I wanted to talk to you about... The two's eyes widen and JJ laughs at their luck of having that happen twice now. Though unsure how to precede Kailey takes it upon her to start first again anyway. Kailey: Umm... I ... Have you checked your locker lately? 'Cause if you haven't, you might want to do that. This comment's so odd that it strikes JJ for a loop, it takes a few moments before it dawns on him what she means. Poor JJ however takes it in quite the different way while he flashes a smirk at her. JJ: Did you leave a love letter or a note in my locker Kailey? That's cute and sooooo high school of you. Kailey's eyes widen again and it dawns on her that JJ really has no idea what is going on. She sighs and shakes her head in the universal "no" gesture. Kailey: No, I didn't. But I think your sensei did. Faced with his totally blank stare, Kailey proceeds. Kailey: Seems Onikage doesn't like me much, JJ. I don't know how or when exactly that happened, but it is true. She looks away then back again her eyes not totally focusing on JJ. Kailey: Here I have been wanting to help him help you.... To help you get into the *she puts up her fingers to make the quotation sign* martial arts frame of mind.. and now this... JJ not quite sure how to handle it moves slightly awkwardly towards Kailey and pats her on the shoulder. He flashes her a reassuring smile to try and help comfort her over this. JJ: Hey listen don’t worry about it, I’ll try and talk to my sensei about it. Maybe I can straighten things out between you two. But if I can’t, I’ll make it clear to him I won’t choose between the two of you or something like that. I mean he may be my teacher but I care about you, too. He winks at her and his typical rather overly confident smirk appears. JJ: But yeah the reason I wanted to talk to you was to make sure you were okay. Since I hadn’t seen you in a bit and you seemed a tad drunk like I said earlier when we last saw each other........ Trailing off slightly JJ then produces one of the fakest coughing fits ever and says in between coughs “And maybe that kiss you gave me on the cheek”. Kailey was thinking of an answer to his first comment when he coughed out his second. She gives him a half grin. Kailey: Yes, I remember the kiss. You deserved it for putting up with me that night...AND for being a gentleman. As to the drunk part, that had to have been more than just wine in those glasses. I had one, then ordered one right before you got there, right? Yet I was a gonner. Maybe I am just being paranoid. A worried look crosses Kailey's face as she wonders who would even think...She closely watches JJ's reaction to her next comments. Kailey: I only wonder who put the drug in my drink and why. Did you happen to see anyone around that was intently watching me for some reason or see anything else that might have been suspicious? JJ stops in his tracks, suddenly aware of what Kailey has been trying to say. One, Kailey keeps saying that she hadn't drank enough to be sloppy drunk, and two, that means that.... JJ: Hey, I hope you don't think was me!!! Kailey: No, I don't. If it had been you who had done it, you would have made sure I drank the rest of the wine, if not more, and you certainly wouldn't have stopped at the hotel room door. If you do think of anything that was out of the ordinary, tell me, ok? JJ: You know I will! Kailey: Thank you, JJ. You are good for a girl to have around. Much to JJ's shock and surpise, Kailey leans in and kisses him on the cheek again, letting him know that she is still grateful for his actions, and lack there of of bad, toward her that night. Kailey: Now, if you dont mind, I kind of need to get back to this. I need to be all "in the zone" before I head out there. Oh, and don't you choose anyone over your Sensei. He is a Master for a reason! Good luck tonight! JJ jerks away from wherever his mind went and turns a sheepish grin to her which soon changes into his cocky smile. JJ: Good luck to you, too. And yeah, I am sure sensei will be angry with me, yet again. I was supposed to meet him 5 minutes ago. Kailey throws a worried look to JJ over getting Onikage mad yet again. But her expression soon changes and she grins back at this guy who so doesn't wanna be charming but can't quite help himself. She waves at him to shoo him from the room. JJ takes the clue and starts to back out of the room, knocking his hip on a table. Kailey cringes and he puts on his best Superman imitation. JJ: I'm good, I'm good. Kailey watches him as he leaves then begins stretching again. Kailey: I sense the Force is strong in that one..... the force of what is the question. Kailey's laughter is heard a bit louder as she comes closer to the doorway and can still be heard, though more faint, even after she slams the door in front of the camera lens. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] [align=center]And now... A Public Service Announcement brought to you by... The managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark.[/align] The camera fades into a scene much like some thing out of Masterpiece Theater even with snooty classical music playing. Slowly the camera pans around an ample stack of books in this study to a chair. In the chair sits Smarty Smark wearing black silk PJ pants and slippers with a nice robe covering his top half. Rather than his stylish glasses he is sporting an older style of glasses and has a pipe that blows bubbles in his mouth. The self proclaimed manager of superstars is reading as if he was reading a classic piece but is in fact reading an issue of a comic book, X-men to be exact. Smarty looks up with a hint of surprise on his expression as if he just now noticed the camera crew. Carefully he sets his comic book down on the table beside his chair and crosses his legs. Smarty Smark: Oh well good evening I didn’t see you all come in, have a seat please. It seems the camera guy is either a bit tired or lazy as he takes Smarty’s offer and sits in the seat across from Smarty Smark’s. Smarty Smark: Greetings ladies and gentlemen of the TNT roster by now I am quite sure you are aware of who I am. But just in case you haven’t had the pleasure of seeing my works I am Smarty Smark the extraordinary manager to the superstars of wrestling. I asked for this time here today not to talk to the fans but to chat with you, the wrestlers. You see I am looking for clients here on TNT, big or small, fat or skinny, it simply doesn’t matter. If you have any ounce of wrestling talent in you it is enough for me to mold you into a star. In a oddly charming manner Smarty Smark smiles at the camera while he snatches up his glass of wine. Gently he spins the glass in his hand allowing the wine to swirl in it. Smarty Smark: Love, money, fame and glory can be yours with my guidance. Not to mention you will be see as an international star and titles will fall into your lap. All I ask is for a small percentage of your merchandise income and a tiny fee to justify my services. Quite the deal, wouldn’t you say? Smarty Smark chuckles finding his own comments quite amusing and finding this quite the deal. Smarty Smark: I’ve already attempted to discuss this business chance of a life time with two of TNT’s biggest names. However they decided to turn down this kind and quite good offer. When I come knocking at your door I hope you do not share the same attitude they did just like Vader turning on the Emperor after he kindly took him under his wing. Smarty Smark nods his head in a bowing fashion to the camera as he blows a few bubbles out of his pipe. Smarty Smark: Good day and remember all your bases belong to Smarty Smark sooner or later. The camera fades to black as a message reappears on screen and the announcer who sounds an awfully lot like PBM reads it. [align=center]That was a Public Service Announcement brought to you by... The managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark. Eat Smarty Smark Smores.[/align] The scene cuts backstage to find BK's Crew of Shake, Matlock, and Lee occupying a room with a few computer terminals set up. Shake is sitting in the middle, constantly glancing over to see what Matlock and Lee are doing. JH: Ladies and gentleman, while we have a moment, we'd like to remind you that the 2005 End-of-the-Year voting is currently going on at FIW.com. The deadline for voting is January 31, 2006 at midnight, that's Eastern time. TM: Yeah! There's all kinds of categories that you can vote on. Tag Team of the Year, Pay-Per-View of the Year, and of course Superstar of the Year! JH: Voting is on FIW.com! As Hitchen and Moore finish plugging the awards, we finally get a clearer audio feed from the voting room where Shake seems to having a problem with something Matlock has decided to choose. Shake: Matlock, what you doin'!? Dawg, she is TOTALLY more fine than her! Back up, I got this! Shake gets up from his spot and pushes Matlock's chair aside to do his thing. Matlock: WHAT!? Man, dat ain't cool! This my vote! Wait yo turn, asshole! Matlock tries to push his way back in as Shake is voting away under Matlock's name. Shake: Nah, homie, I GOT this! Matlock: Would you--! A couple beeps later and both men freeze in their spot, glancing at each other before looking back at the computer screen. Shake jolts upright and looks around to make sure no one witnessed whatever just happened. His gaze comes back upon Matlock as Shake shakes (hehe) his head condescendingly. Shake: Man, why you freeze up the computer, dawg?! Furreal, that shit's just not cool. You need to learn respect! And with that, Shake exits the room while everyone but Matlock (oh, and us) is oblivious to what just transpired. But wait. Graver makes his way past the screen, the camera deciding to follow him to one of the unoccupied computers. He takes a seat, looks over the FIW.com voting page before typing something into the address bar. A black box covers the computer screen a split second after you see boobies. Graver just grins. Graver: Score! [align=center]VOTE AT FIW.COM[/align] We find ourselves staring at something not in the arena. No indeed, we are looking at the balcony porch to Bill Kuriyama's lush loft apartment. The man himself is dressed in one of his rumpled suits, a maroon silk shirt underneath the jacket and tie, unbuttoned most of the way down with the black tie hanging loose. He holds a cigarette between his forefingers as he leans on the black wrought-iron railing, nodding in gretting to the viewers. BK: 'Sup? There's a pause before he continues speaking. BK: It's been a while since you've heard from me, sure. Hell, since that idiot Hutch ran in and fucked my chance at winning this year's TNT Grand Prix, right? Let's talk about that. Bill straightens up and takes a hit off the cigarette before continuing. BK: I don't know who the fuck this guy thinks he is. Runs into the middle of my match to snag my title, only to lose it again to some other Slam! jacknob piece of trash. Real classy, kid. Bill takes another hit off the cigarette and sighs, exhaling a cloud of smoke. BK: Now, I ain't dumb. I know this is all part of an elaborate plot to try and have me put my title on the line so you can 'win it back for Slam!'. And that's great. It's good to have goals, really. 'Cept you've set your sights too high. Proven that you can only toast Bill Kuriyama when he's already had most of a match. I took that title from the "greatest champion" your crappy show could produce. Clearly, Hutch, you're below the cut. I ain't quite sure what fluke hope you're goin' for here, but I'm game. Bill pulls the cherry down to the filter and flicks the butt off the balcony and into the street below. He puts both hands in his pockets and looks directly at the camera. BK: Yeah, that's right. I just answered the challenge Hutch issued the second he put his dirty mitts on me. You and me, Hutch. One on one. I'll even put my strap on the line, if ya want. I've already talked it over with Maddy, all that remains is that you get whatever General Manager you have this week to signs some papers and I can welcome you to a world of hurt. I'll tell ya one thing, though. Bill looks out over the night sky at the impressive New York City skyline. BK: We'll do it clean. I already told my boys that I don't need 'em ringside every match anymore. Support is nice, but Bill Kuriyama can clean house on his own, thanks. So I not only expect, but I STIPULATE that you do the same. Just you and me, one on one. No Slam! butt-buddies, no TNT allies. Hell... Bill shrugs. BK: Let's make it interesting, Hutchie. Let's put you and me in a steel cage. Howzabout that? I proved that I'm the king of pure wrestling to Toan's greasy ass, I can prove to you that Bill Kuriyama can hold his own in a more dangerous match. Whaddya say? Bill stops as though waiting for a response, then smiles and shrugs. BK: Doesn't matter. Can't hear ya. I already know your answer anyway. You're jealous of Bill Kuriyama. Jealous you couldn't accomplish what he did. Jealous that his star's on the rise and yours is fallin' down. Jealous of his sexy physique and in-ring talent. So bring your jealousy and all your pent up angst and anger, Hutchie. We'll dance. He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, smiling ever-so-slightly. BK: Can you fancy that? The scene fades on his borrowed expression and we're returned to ringside. JH: Well, Bill Kuriyama is not afraid of Hutch or Slam! in the least. But first Bill has to make it to Deja Vu as the champion. Because up next we've got a Fatal Way to determine the number one contender! Someone's gonna face Bill next week for his International Championship! Curtis, Alex Evans, Shannon Micheals and Melanie Halstead when we get back! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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JH: On November 15th, Bill Kuriyama won the International Championship from Onikage on TNT. He successfully defended the title at Vendetta against the, uh…best…Slam! had to offer. TM: That’s right, and tonight we’re going to find a number one contender. JH: Alex Evans and Shannon Michaels, two men who have had some heat with each other as of late will be facing off in this match along with Curtis and Melanie Halstead. TM: Fatal 4-way action, sudden death style, you’ve got to love it. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall. The winner will be named the number one contender for the INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! As the slow chords start up, the house lights in the arena slowly turn off to allow total darkness to consume the arena. As the song starts to pick up, a shadowy figure enters the stage area and stops just before the walkway. He only pauses for a moment, as he starts down the walkway a few moments before the song really starts to pick up bringing the houselights back on. Paying the crowd no mind, whether they cheer or boo, Curtis climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes. With no flashy in ring antics, Curtis just does a quick warm-up as he awaits the start of the match. MA: Introducing first standing at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighing 264 pounds. He is… CUUUUUURRRTTTIIISSS!! JH: We haven’t heard or seen much of Curtis lately. TM: He was probably flogging himself in some dirty hotel room somewhere. JH: And just how would you…no, no, I don’t want to know how you know that. The moog-a-licious opening to Darren Hayes’ “I Like the Way” hits our crowd and they respond as could be expected. Glitter and low lights set the mood for the arrival of Melanie Halstead as Darren begins singing the opening verse. Melanie waves to her fans (or at least the FIW fans watching her right now) as she walks to the ring and the song approaches its chorus. [align=center]Because I like the way you move in the dark...[/align] Melanie gets down on all fours and slinks under the bottom rope as the lights drop to barely let us see her features. [align=center]I like the tension, the tension and the spark...[/align] She pops to her feet as pyros EXPLODE from the turnbuckles and bring the lights back up in full. Melanie climbs a turnbuckle and thrusts a proud fist into the air, then climbs back down and awaits the start of the match as her music fades. MA: And his opponent from Bismarck, North Dakota. She is… MEEEEEELLLAAANNNIIIEEE HAAAAAALLLSSSTTTEEEAAADDD!! JH: Yet another person we haven’t heard from lately. TM: BK probably had her tied up in some dirty hotel room fu… JH: THOMAS!! TM: What? You were thinking it too. The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers… [align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align] …Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring… [align=center]Lift Up The Receiver I'll Make You A Believer![/align] …Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin. MA: And their opponent, standing in at 6 feet and 211 pounds. He hails from Kings Beach, California, he is… AAAAAALLLEEEXXX EEEEEEVVVAAANNNSSS!! Alex takes one look at Curtis THEN RUNS RIGHT THROUGH HIM WITH A LARIAT! Melanie goes after Alex, but he cuts her off with a STIFF elbow to the face. Alex grabs her by the pants and the hair, swings her around, and sends her flying through the top and middle ropes out onto the walkway. JH: It looks like Alex Evans is a man on a mission here. TM: That mission being to get rid of everybody else so he can focus on kicking the crap out of Shannon Michaels. [align=center]The arena goes dark as Waterproof Blonde's "Just Close Your Eyes" plays, on the screen visions of a flaming dragon are seen, cross sectioning with Shannon Micheals' face looking down and him walking through the streets at night. "To see inside my eyes And all I was told I should see Opinons not mine The person they taught me to be When lying in the dark A vision of someone like you And inside the darkness I saw A voice I knew" As the guitar riff starts the lights come on, white lights flash red and back to white as a black clad figure is seen walking the entranceway, his arms visible through the sleeveless trench coat. His face hidden under the hood, his long black and red hair wet down his face. "Inside me a light was turned on And then I was alive If you close your eyes Your life will make it to reveal Did you never learn to stop Never heal In the darkness I can take you to the other side Find me waiting there You'll see if you just close your eyes"[/align] MA: And the final competitor, standing at 5 feet and 11 inches and weighing 225 pounds. He hails from Dallas, Texas, he is… THE FLAAAAAAMMMIIINNNGGG DRAAAAAAGGGOOONNN SHAAAAAANNNOOONNN MIIIIIICCCHHHAAAEEELLLSSS!! Michaels makes his way down the walkway where Melanie Curtis happens to be getting to her feet. Michaels walks past Melanie, SHOVING HER OFF THE WALKWAY!! Melanie lands on the floor, her head SMACKING off the ringside barricades. JH: OH MY GOD! Melanie just went head first off the walkway to the floor and she isn’t moving. She may be out cold. TM: Aw, that’s too bad. Ah well. Get some janitors out here to clean the mess up. Medics come down to check on the unconscious Melanie and remove her from ringside area. Back in the ring, Curtis is getting to his feet and takes a STEP UP ENZUIGIRI FROM ALEX!! Curtis stumbles forward right into A SUPERKICK FROM MICHAELS!! JH: A kick to the face to match the one to the back of the head for Curtis. TM: That’s good. Let’s hit the crazy person in the head. Do people not realize the danger of that? It’s like giving a pyromaniac a book of matches. It’s only going to lead to bad things. Alex is on his feet after kicking Curtis. He starts after Curtis, but Michaels has the same idea, both men grabbing Curtis by the hair and hauling him up to his feet. Alex has a few words for Michaels who has some of his own. Michaels yanks Curtis away from Alex and pulls him into a front face lock. Michaels grabs Curtis by the tights and starts to lift BUT TAKES A CRESCENT KICK RIGHT TO THE FACE! He stumbles backwards into the ropes, bouncing off them right into a DROPSAULT FROM ALEX SENDING MICHAELS OUT OF THE RING! JH: Alex Evans is on fire with those kicks. TM: He just sent Shannon Michaels to the floor after a kick to the face and a dropkick to the chest. I don’t think he’ll be so quick to jump back in there just yet. Alex grabs Curtis by the hair, pulling him into a front face lock then snaps him over with a suplex then floats over into a cover. JH: Snap suplex and a cover by Alex. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! Alex pulls Curtis’ shoulder off the canvas![/align] JH: What the hell is he doing? TM: I don’t think Alex is done after just one suplex. You heard him, didn’t you? He told Madison Lee he was going to be more vicious. JH: That may be so, but there are other ways to do this. Alex climbs to his feet, pulling Curtis up with him. He puts Curtis in a front face lock again, hauls him vertically then snaps downward, drilling Curtis’ head into the canvas! JH: BRAAAAAAIIINNNBUUUSSSTTTAAAHHH!! Alex sits up, nodding to the crowd with an arrogant smile on his face. He scoots over and leans lazily back on Curtis for the cover. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT BY CURTIS![/align] JH: A lazy cover by Alex and Curtis kicks out at two! Alex’s cockiness may very well be his downfall in this match. Alex pops up to his feet. He gets in Tony Clarke’s face, yelling that he got the three. Tony Clarke motions with his shoulder saying that Curtis got the shoulder up and holds up two fingers. Alex shoves TC and TC shoves him right back! He points to the TNT logo on his shirt as if that’s some sort of kryptonite to Alex. TC bitches about being shoved then drops down to the mat! JH: CURTIS WITH A ROLL UP!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THR—NOOO!! KICKOUT BY ALEX![/align] TM: Whew! That was too close. Stupid Clarke almost cost Alex this match. JH: Well Evans is going to have to worry more about his opponents than the referee. Alex gets to his feet just as Curtis is getting up to his knees. Alex pulls Curtis up then DRILLS HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT!! He goes for a cover but gets dragged out of the ring before TC can even get to a one count. Alex spins around on the floor RIGHT INTO A SPINNING WHEEL KICK FROM SHANNON MICHAELS!! JH: Shannon Michaels picked a prime spot, pulling Alex off the cover and dragging him out of the ring. Alex gets to his feet first and runs at Michaels who is still getting up. Michaels sees Alex coming AND DROPS HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS WITH A DROP TOE HOLD! He gets back to his feet and slides into the ring, leaving Evans laid out on the steps. Curtis is slowly dragging himself back to his feet only to get taken back down with a high dropkick right to the head! JH: Michaels got some serious air on that dropkick, driving his boots right into Curtis’ face! TM: Why doesn’t anybody listen to me? He’s only going to set something off in Curtis’ head and make him go all “possessed” or whatever it is he does. JH: That could be, Thomas. Curtis isn’t exactly the most normal person on the roster. TM: Then again, looking at the whack jobs that are part of TNT, maybe he is a model of normality. Michaels gets to his feet and springs up to the top turnbuckle and flips off with a moonsault CONNECTING HARD WITH THE CANVAS!! JH: ALEX PULLED CURTIS OUT OF THE WAY!! TM: GENIUS!! Not only does he keep Curtis from getting pinned, but he puts a hurting on Michaels at the same time. Shannon Michaels writhes on the mat, clutching at his midsection. Alex leaves Curtis on the floor at ringside and reaches back into the ring. He grabs Michaels by the leg and drags him out of the ring to the floor. Michaels lands hard on his back but grabs the barricade and tries to pull himself up. Alex helps him to his feet and takes a back elbow to the face. Michaels spins around and smacks another elbow off Alex’s face. He grabs Alex by the wrist and sends him into the side of the ring, but Alex thinks quick and leaps up onto the apron. TM: Arrogant, good looking, and athletic. Alex Evans is the complete package. JH: Did you just call him good looking?...and say something about his package? TM: What?! NO! Alex spins around THEN LEAPS OFF THE APRON WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS AND CATCHES MICHAELS AROUND THE HEAD DRIVING HIM INTO THE FLOOR WITH A DDT!! JH: OH MY GOD!! TM: HIGH SPOT DEE DEE TEEEEEUUUUUUHHHH!! Alex gets back to his feet. He kicks Michaels in the ribs for good measure before seeing Curtis crawling back into the ring. He pulls Michaels to his feet then RAMS HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS!! Alex leaves Michaels in a heap at ringside and slides back into the ring. TM: That’s payback for the drop toe hold, bitch! JH: I think Michaels might be busted open after that. First he has his head driven into the floor and then he’s thrown right into the ring steps. Alex gets to his feet as Curtis is pulling himself up with the ropes. He grabs Curtis by the arm and sends him across the ring with an Irish whip. Curtis rebounds and gets pressed high into the air THEN HAS HIS FACE DRIVEN INTO THE MAT WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!! TM: ARRRGGHHH!! EVANS OPENING! He just drove Curtis’ face right into the canvas! JH: He should be going for a pin here, what’s he doing? Alex is on his feet, that arrogant grin back on his face. He grabs Curtis around the head and hauls him to his feet. He scoops Curtis onto his shoulders, does a full spin THEN SNAPS CURTIS OFF AND DRIVES HIS HEAD AND NECK INTO THE MAT WITH A KI-KRUSHER!! TM: BIG AIR DRIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVUUUUUUUUHHHHH!! JH: Alex is covering! [align=center]ONE!! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and number one contender for the INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP… ALEX EEEEEEVVVAAANNNSSS!! Alex gets back to his feet and Tony Clarke raises his hand. “Personal Jesus” plays over the arena speakers as Alex Evans celebrates his win. He looks at Tony Clarke and points to his wrist. TC rolls his eyes and raises Alex’s hand again. JH: There you have it folks. This match was scheduled to be a fatal 4-way, but Melanie Halstead was taken out of it early on. Curtis seemed to be completely out of it, taking beatings from Alex Evans and Shannon Michaels before Evans finished him off for the three count. TM: And now we’ve got somebody to take that ridiculous title off Bill Kuriyama. Alex begins to leave the ring when he notices Shannon Micheals, glazed look over his eyes, trying to crawl back into the ring. A twisted girn finds its way over Mr. High Spot's face before he sprints and NAILS MICHEALS IN THE FACE WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE! Micheals flies backwards, his back bending against the announcer table as he falls into it! JH: What the hell is that?! The match is over! TM: Shannon Micheals had that coming, if you ask me. TC yells at Alex to stop his post-match fighting but Alex is oblivious as he sneers out at the crowd "There's your goddamn ratings" he mutters to anyone without earshot, finally taking his leave from the ring as Tony Clarke heads out to check on Shannon Micheals. BOOM! POW! SMASH! No, this isn't a Batman rerun. Kendra's quick fists are what we cue to. Then as we pan outward, we find the young fighter shadowboxing. Kendra! Kendra turns around & making his way into the picture would be none other than the Man In Black, Jim O'Brien. O'Brien: Alright, we're up next. You got any questions? Kendra: Nope. O'Brien: Prepared? Kendra: Yep. O'Brien: Ready? Kendra: Yeah. Jim slides a hand into his back pocket & pulls out a... O'Brien: Twinkie? Kendra: No, I'm good. O'Brien: Y'sure? It has cream fiiiiiiiiiiling. Kendra: *smiles* Yeah, I'm sure. Jim removes the twinkie from its plastic cover & proceeds to just ram the whole damn thing in his mouth. O'Brien: *bear in mind, he has a flippin' twinkie in his mouth* Uhhye, oh ih ouw. Kendra: *turns away, but can't help but smile* That's disgusting... What did you say? Jim swollows his beloved twinkie, then replies. O'Brien: Well, what I meant to say was... Choke him out. Kendra nods in agreement as the scene cuts to the locker room of Onikage and his student JJ. JJ looks a bit weary of his master after his conversation with Kailey Lane earlier. Who happens to be standing right behind him while JJ sits on the bench taping up his hands. Onikage: You are focused, correct? JJ: Yes sensei. Onikage: You are thinking of nothing besides this match, correct? JJ: Yes sensei. Onikage: You will eliminate Miss Norton for her interfering in affairs that are of no matter of her’s, correct? JJ: Yes sensei. Onikage: Good. JJ continues to seem to be thinking of some thing else as Onikage paces around the locker room behind his student. It seems Onikage might not be that confident in his pupil’s ability to win the match. JJ: Hey...sensei? Onikage looks up from his thoughts and seems some what startled by JJ suddenly speaking. Onikage: Yes? JJ: Were you the one that messed with that photo of Kailey I had in my locker in here? Onikage: Yes, that was me. Onikage being so blunt with his honesty seems to almost sting his pupil. Taking a deep inhale JJ sighs and continues taping up his hands. It almost looks like JJ might drop the subject but now his master is the interested one. Onikage: You told me you’re head was solely focused on this match. JJ: Yeah...eh it is sensei...[mumbling]It’s just my heart that is the problem...[/mumbling] Onikage: What did you say? JJ: Nothing, nothing at all sensei just talking to myself about plans for the match. In a slow eerie gliding movement Onikage moves from behind JJ to in front of him. He leans down as the camera pans around to see the teacher and pupil nose to nose. Onikage’s expression quite serious and maybe a little angry while JJ’s is a tad nervous. Onikage: Did you go see that woman today? The day of your match that is key to our plan. Onikage stares down JJ who tries not to make eye contact with him. JJ: ...*sighs* No, I didn’t go see Kailey Lane today sensei. Onikage: Good, you can go see her when she won’t cloud your mind when we need it clear. JJ: Hai sensei... JJ lowers his view even more to try and hide his eyes from Onikage who walks back behind the bench. A few drops of sweat run down the side of JJ’s face after just lying to his teacher over whether or not he had seen Kailey today. The camera fades. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] The TNT’Tron lit up with the text “Mister Ordinary” before images of various Onikage matches flashed across the screen. While it did the opening riffs of Onikage’s theme song began to blast over the P.A. system. Slowly eight young looking men that sported Onikage t-shirts walked out onto the platform each with a flag in hand. They split up into four on each side. From closest down on the right side they hold the American flag, the Japanese flag, the Canadian flag and the German flag. On the left side from closest down they hold the Mexican flag, the Cuban flag, the English flag, and the Chinese flag. Slowly two figures emerged from behind the black curtain. The one in front is slightly shorter and looks like another young man who sported a Onikage t-shirt and waved proudly a flag with the TNT logo and Onikage’s image plastered on front of it. Behind the kid is none other than Onikage himself in his in-ring gear plus a wind breaker black and white jacket zipped up. [align=center]EVERY DAY I FEEL SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I GET ORDINARY![/align] Onikage raised his arms up in a X symbol and revealed his black taped up palms and wrists. On the back of the palms with a white marker he’s marked each with two Xs making the straight edge xXx symbol. Then as if it were a awesome display of pyro a few firecrackers are lit and tossed behind the group from the young man in front of Onikage. They go off one after the other and once finished Onikage returned to walking further down the platform with his students carrying the flags in hand. [align=center]STUCK IN A LOOP FEELING SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I FEEL SO DAMN ORDINARY![/align] Onikage entered the ring and kneeled down as the lights went out. Rather then a big expensive and fancy spot light shown down onto him a few of his students have appeared to have gotten up on the turnbuckles. They quickly switched on their flash lights and shined the rather dim lights down on their teacher. The lights return back on while the students get off of the two turnbuckles they were on. The main student who carried the Onikage/TNT flag hands it over to the American flag holder while Onikage joins his other students on the outside, leaving his pawawn learner in. MA: Ladies & gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall & will have a thirty-three minute time limit! [align=center]The old, rusted riffs of AC/DC classic 'Shot Down In Flames' drag over the PA as the crowd cheers in anticipation of the pretty new face of Kendra Norton. After the momentum of the siong begins to pick up & the chorus begins, the crowd cheers loudly as Kendra makes her way to the stage. Out on the town, looking for a woman Gonna give me good love Kendra, joined by TNT's Monster, smiles & proceeds to make her way down the entryway. She'll hit a high five or two along her way, as does Jim. She reaches the ring steps & begins to walk up them. I said 'Baby, what's the going price?" She told me to go to hell! Kendra makes her way into the center of the ring, placing her hands on her hips & smiling satisfactorily. Shot Down In Flames, Shot Down In Flames, Ain't it a shame, to be Shot Down In Flames? Kendra raises her fist to the crowd, getting a nice pop. The song begins to fade out as she makes her way to a neutral corner. She takes off her leather vest & places it across the turnbuckle. She then grabs the rope & stretches back & forth, bouncing off of it, preparing for her match. Jim yells out a couple pointers & wishes good luck to his student.[/align] MA: Introducing first... From Lansing, MICHIGAN! Standing Five feet, Seven inches tall. Weighing in tonight at One hundred & Seventy Five pounds... JAY JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Boo, hiss. The LA crowd doesn't like him a whole lot. But he's a ninnymuggins anyway. What, I was watching Elf! And yes, I know Christmas is over! MA: And the opponent... From Winnipeg, MANITOBA! Standing Five feet, EIght inches tall. Weighing in tonight at One hundred & Fourty Five pounds... KENDRAHHHHH! NORRRRRRRRRRTAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHN! A very good sized pop for Kendra. Course, it helps when she's got a two-time Dual Crown Champion in her corner. JH: When these two encountered one another in last week's tag team match, Kendra made JJ tap out. Could we see a repeat of that, or could it be the whole other way around? Michael Anderson makes his exit from the ring & Michaela Menendez climbs through the ropes & signals to Timmy the Timekeeper to - [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] Kendra & JJ circle one another, then engage in a Collar & Elbow Tie Up. Kendra is quick to grab the wrist & lock in an Arm Wringer, but JJ reverses into an Arm Wringer of his own. Kendra rolls through it & puts JJ back in an Arm Wringer. JJ winces, but with his free arm takes a leg out from Kendra. Kendra falls to her back & JJ wraps an arm around her head, applying a Side Headlock. Referee Michaela Menendez checks to see if both shoulders are on the mat... to which they are! [align=center]ONE! T - Kendra gets her shoulder up![/align] But Kendra begins to climb to a vertical base, the Headlock still intact. Kendra finally makes it to her feet & reverses the Headlock with a Hammerlock. JJ goes to Snapmare, but rather opts to reverse with a Hammerlock of his own. But Kendra reverses into a Drop toe Hold. Kendra swivels around into a front Facelock on JJ, but JJ immediately reverses it with another Hammerlock. But his other arm, JJ applies a Half Nelson & rolls Kendra onto her shoulders! [align=center]ONE! KICKOUT![/align] Kendra swivels out of the pinning predictament, as does JJ to a standoff. The crowd pops massively for such great display of technical ability from either competitor. JH: What ability these grapplers have. TM: Yeah, you won't find wrestling of such caliber on that Monday show. Onikage calls JJ over, to which JJ comes over & sticks his head between the ropes. Onikage barks out several orders (hopefully for Pizza, I could use some) to JJ, to which JJ nods & begins to circle Kendra. But before JJ can even Tie Up, Jim calls Kendra over. Then, you can easily hear Jim yell "Blah blah blah blah blah!" mocking Onikage. Oni sends a frightening glare over Jim's way. To which, Jim can only give a chesire cat grin. JH: I'd say it's safe to say Jim's gone over quite a transformation over the last few months. He's smiling, laughing, having a good time. It's a side of Jim we haven't seen since 2003. TM: Course, you remember how bad Jim sucked in 2003? JH: I would hardly call a competitor who got victories over Cerberus & SIlent Rage, along with giving the likes of Chris Maclay a run for their money one that sucks. Jim might have found himself on the short end of the stick more than a few times three years ago, but he at least had a good attitude about him. And now that he has the experience & good attitude, there's no doubt he'll be Dual Crown bound again. Kendra & JJ circle once again & Tie Up. With the weight advantage, JJ pushes Kendra back into a corner. Michaela calls for a clean break, to which JJ obliges by taking a couple steps back. JJ then turns his back & faces the crowd, fists in the air. And I'll tell ya - the LA crowd is sour on that. As is Jim & even Onikage. JH: There's an old term I once heard - "Blind arrogance." And nobody personifies it as much as JJ does. TM: Arrogant? JJ is just confident in his abilities. JH: There's a difference between confidence & arrogance, Thomas. For example, Kendra is confident in her abilities. JJ is just arrogant. Once again the two grapplers circle & Tie Up, but this time it's Kendra who pushes JJ into the corner. Michaela literally has to squirm between Kendra & JJ for Kendra to make the clean break. Kendra backs up & shoots a shocked look over JJ's shoulder. She points & yells "Look! It's Kailey!" JJ looks over his shoulder & gets nailed in the gut with a vicious Toe Kick! Then Kendra swings & nails a Forearm to JJ's jaw! Kendra grabs ahold of JJ's wrist & whips him to the opposite corner. JJ rushes in, grabs ahold of the ropes & launches himself backward behind a charging Kendra! Kendra turns around into a Dropkick from JJ! No! Kendra grabs ahold ofJJ's feet & slingshots him into the turnbuckle! BUT JJ LANDS ON HIS FEET ON THE 2ND TURNBUCKLE! JJ then leapfrogs behind Kendra. Kendra ascends to the 2nd turnbuckle, but JJ locks in a Rear Waistlock & gets dragged off the buckle & back to the middle of the ring. Kendra throws ONE! TWO! Elbows back into JJ's face, then goes for a Lariat, but JJ ducks it! JJ hits a boot to Kendra's midsection, then whips her to the corner. JJ charges & connects with a Monkey Flip! NO! Kendra lands on her feet & yet we find ourselves at another standoff. JH: Just amazing athleticism brought on by both competitors, fans. You won't see it on Slam, WWE, TNA, even Ring Of Honor. Only on Tuesday Night Throwdown. Kendra & JJ circle once again and Kendra lunges to Tie Up. But JJ nails a Forearm to Kendra's jaw! And another! Then a Martial Arts Kick to her Shoulder! JJ grabs a handful or ponytail & drags Kendra to the corner. He lifts Kendra's head back but gets an Elbow to the gut! Kendra then slams JJ's face into the top buckle! JJ staggers backward, then charges Kendra. But Kendra lifts & Back Body Drops JJ to the outside! NO! JJ lands feet first on the apron! Kendra approaches and gets a Right Hand to the mush! JJ grabs another handful of ponytail & goes to throw Kendra face first into the turnbuckle! But Kendra gets a foot on the middle buckle, grabs JJ by his locks & slams him face first back into the turnbuckle! JJ staggers backwards on the apron, off in la-la-land (You think they call them la-la-llamas there? Just curious). Kendra then steps towards the ropes, SPRINGBOARDS, TURNS IN MID AIR & DROPKICKS JJ OFF OF THE APRON & TO THE FLOOR! JH: Holy Toledo! We're so used to seeing Kendra being mat based & working a submission style. Rarely does she ever take to the air! A "Kendra" chant happens to start up by the fans at ringside as Kendra climbs out of the ring. Several of JJ's buddies huddle around JJ to see if he's okay, as does Onikage. But their pow-wow gets interrupted as Kendra makes her way over. Several students have some not-so-nice things to say to Kendra, to which Kendra tells them to do things to theirselves that you can't say on primetime network television between the hours of 8-11 pm. Kendra grabs ahold of JJ by the elbow, lloking to bring him to his feet. But JJ grabs the front of her tights & yanks her into the barrier! Kendra's mouth smacks right into the top of the barrier. She falls to a knee, clutching at her jaw. All the while, one of the students slides a chair into the ring. JJ rolls himself into the ring as well. Michaela looks down on Kendra to see if she can tell her condition, just as well continuing her ring-out count. Meanwhile JJ gets up & sets up the chair in the center of the ring. JJ charges the ropes, jumps to the chair, JUMPS TO THE ROPES & LEAPS OFF THE ROPE WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS! JJ LANDS ON KENDRA & THEY BOTH SPLAT ON THE FLOOR! JH: OH MY GAWD! TRIPLE JUMP SHOOTING STAR PRESS! I've never seen that before! TM: I have... in my nightmares. JJ rolls to his knees, trying to catch his breath. Kendra lays in the fetal position, still clutching at her jaw. Onikage approaches JJ, to much protest from Referee Menendez, and scolds the hell out of him for not only using a chair to his advantage, but for taking to the air when he should be wrestling the way Onikage wants. Jim stands on the other side of the ring, concern painted across his face. Michaela's ring count reaches 7 or 8, so JJ quickly gets to his feet & drags Kendra along with him. JJ grabs Kendra & rolls her back into the ring, staring up at the lights. JJ climbs up to the apron, leaps AND CONNECTS WITH A SPRINGBOARD HILO! JJ quickly goes for the cover... [align=center]ONE! TWO! KICKOUT![/align] JJ grabs a handful of ponytail & brings Kendra back to her feet. He goes to whip her to the ropes, but Kendra reverses, sending JJ to the ropes. JJ bounces back, looking to leapfrog Kendra but Kendra shoves him over her head into the ropes! BUT JJ LANDS ON HIS FEET ON THE TOP ROPE! JJ Moonsaults off the ropes & lands on his feet, then Dropsault's Kendra to the mat! JH: I know this isn't your bag, Thomas. And I don't like JJ much, but y'gotta respect his high flying abilities. It's been a long time since I've seen an exchange like that! With Kendra down on the mat, JJ charges the ropes, leaps AND NAILS A LIONSAULT ON KENDRA! He pins... [align=center]ON3! TWO! THR - KICKOUT![/align] JJ holds 3 fingers up at Michaela, frustrated with not being able to pin Kendra. JJ quickly gets to his feet and charges the ropes as Kendra gets to a knee. JJ bounces back AND NAILS A STIFF DROPKICK TO KENDRA'S JAW! Kendra plops to her back & JJ goes for another cover. [align=center]ONE! TWO! THRE - NO! KENDRA KICKS OUT![/align] JJ looks up at Michaela Menendez with shock in his eyes, his hands on his hips. JH: What heart Kendra has! A load of guts this kid has, I'm tellin' ya! TM: Well, yeah. But we all do. Kendra spits a wad of crimson out of her mouth, revealing a row of blood soaked teeth as she catches her breath. Internal bleeding? Nah, just from her going mouth first into the barricade earlier on. JJ rolls Kendra onto her stomach & locks in a Front Facelock, then yanks Kendra's arms back with a Double Underhook. JJ pushes himself to his feet, bringing Kendra along the way. JJ takes Kendra a couple steps forward and the tosses her with a Butterfly Suplex! But JJ keeps the Double Underhook applied, pushes himself up, and then connects with anouther Butterfly Suplex! JJ rolls Kendra to her back & goes for the cover... [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE! NO![/align] JH: WHAT HEART! WHAT HEART BY KENDRA! Jeremy Jacobs, JJ, has thrown nearly everything he has at Kendra & Kendra has kicked out of it all! JJ punds the mat in frustration, then looks over to his master. "What do I do, Sensei?!" JJ can be heard yelling to his master. Onikage yells out more instructions, to which JJ answers by charging the turnbuckle & speedily climbs to the top rope. But at ringside, Jim O'Brien exchange words with JJ which probably aren't words Jim's Mom would want to hear her baby boy say. JJ yells several words back, shouti- NO! KENDRA CHARGES THE ROPES, LEAPS & CONNECTS WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX TO JJ FROM THE TOP ROPE! JH: OH MY GOD~!!!!!!!!!! Where did Kendra muster the stamina to do that?! TM: I'll give credit where credit is due, Jonathan - I was not expecting that out of Kendra Norton. She must've really dug deep to pull that out. Both competitors lie parrallel to one another, neither stirring. Michaela Menendez begins her knock out count... 1 2 3 JJ pushes himself off the mat while Kendra crawls to the ropes. 4 5 6 7 Kendra pulls herself to a knee whith the help of the ropes, JJ pushes himself to his knees. 8 9 JJ CLIMBS TO HIS FEET! 1- KENDRA MAKES IT TO HER FEET! The two competitors approach eachother gorggily. JJ reels back & nails a stiff Forearm Shot! Kendra then reels back & nails an Elbow Strike to JJ's jaw! Forearm Shot! Elbow Strike! Forearm! Elbow! Forearm! Elbow! Elbow! Elbow! Elbow! Kendra reels back & nails one more stiff Elbow, then shoves JJ back into the ropes. Kendra whips JJ to the ropes - No! JJ reverses the Irish Whips Kendra to the ropes. Kendra bounces back & runs under JJ's legs as he leapfrogs Kendra. Kendra rebounds off of the ropes into a Monkey Flip from JJ! BUT KENDRA LANDS ON HER FEET! JJ charges Kendra & Kendra takes JJ over with an Arm Drag! JJ is quick to his feet & charges Kendra again BUT GETS WRAPPED UP BY KENDRA & TOSSED WITH AN URANAGE! JH: URANAGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kendra goes for the cover... [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE! NO![/align] As the LA crowd rises to their feet & pops loudly (and I mean when Kennedy was Face in LA loudly) in appreciation of the abilities of each grappler, Kendra sticks to JJ, bringing Jacobs to his feet. Kendra nails a HUUUUUGE Forearm against JJ's nose, then pushes him back to the corner. Kendra backs up 10 or so steps, then charges JJ! But JJ sees Kendra coming & tosses Kendra to the air! BUT KENDRA LANDS ON THE TOP ROPE! KENDRA FLIPS BACKWARDS ONTO JJ, BUT JJ CATCHES HER! JJ takes a couple steps backwards, AND NAILS A SNAKE EYES ON KENDRA! NO! KENDRA ARM DRAGS JJ TO THE MAT! JJ quickly swivels to his feet to which Kendra charges JJ ONLY FOR JJ TO HURRICANRANA KENDRA TO THE MAT! JJ ROLLS FOR THE COVER! [align=center]ONE! TWO! KENDRA SITS UP & REVERSES THE PIN! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT![/align] JJ gets to a knee & as Kendra begins to make it to a vertical base, JJ takes her over with a Small Package! [align=center]ONE! TWO! KENDRA GAINS LEVERAGE & PUTS JJ'S SHOULDERS TO THE MAT! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT![/align] Speedily, each competitor reaches their feet. Kendra charges JJ, but JJ falls to the mat. Kendra hops over JJ & bounces into the ropes. Kendra rebounds back RIGHT INTO A SPINNING HEEL KICK! KENDRA GOES AIRBORNE, LANDING RIGHT ON TOP OF HER HEAD! Blood begins to ooze from her mouth once again as JJ climbs to his feet & shoots his fists in the air, shouting down at Kendra "I got you, Bitch! I got you!" Right when the crowd actually starts to pop for JJ for his skill, they piss all over him. JH: After that sequence of wrestling, I'm damn near speechless. TM: Well if you look at ringside, maybe what's going on between Jim O'Brien & Onikage will be worth mention! Onikage & Jim, who've been giving eachother sadistic glares all match long, have appearantly decided to give up on the staring & start with the trash talk. Jim & Onikage exchange words which I'm sure both of their Mother's would wash their mouths out with soap for. JJ looks over the ropes down at his master, then the Man In Black. JJ then even sides with his master, exchanging negative verbage with Jim. All the while, Kendra slowly gets to her feet. JJ leans over the top rope & yells at Jim once more, then turns around RIGHT INTO A KENDRAPLEX! JJ lands damn near on the top of his head, but Kendra doesn't allow JJ the chance to recover! Kendra rolls JJ onto his belly, floats over AND LOCKS IN A KATA-HAJIME! JH: HELL'S BELLS! HELL'S BELLS! The longtime trademark submission hold of Jim O'Brien's is now locked in on JJ by Kendra Norton! JJ flails like a wounded duck in Kendra's arms, trying to wrigle from her grasp. Kendra then locks in a body scissor around JJ's waist & rolls to her back, JJ looking straight up at the lights! Michaela Menendez approaches JJ to see what his call is. JJ still tries to wriggle free from Kendra's clutches, but it's no use! JJ TAPS OUT! JH: JJ taps! The match is over! The ring bell dings & 'Shot Down In Flames' explodes over the PA! Kendra releases the hold on JJ & rolls to her feet, where Michaela Menendez raises her arm in the air, prompting the LA crowd to cheer like no tomorrow! MA: Your winner of this match... KENDRAHHHHH! NORRRRRRRRRRTAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHN! Jim climbs to the apron & rolls into the ring as JJ rolls under the ropes to the apron, clutching at his throat. JH: Fans, you can say what you want about either competitor, but you cannot deny their drive for victory. It's been a long, long time since I've seen a match as technically sound, as fast paced & with as much psychology as this one tonight. TM: I'll drink to that, Hitch. JJ may be a flippy flopper & Kendra is obviously all over Jim's "plums," but they put on a spectacle tonight. Jim holds his arms out wide, mouthing "What the hell?" Kendra takes the initiative & gives a big ol' hug back to TNT's Monster. After their embrace, Jim holds Kendra's arm to the air, getting another pop from the Los Angeles crowd! The Tron springs to life with an image of Swytch and Jim O’Brien. Suddenly a announcer’s voice very similar to PBM’s rings out over the P.A. system [align=center]"Don’t be like Swytch or Jim O’Brien and go it alone."[/align] A huge red X appears over the images of Jim O’Brien and Swytch as PBM continues. [align=center]"Be a winner and hire the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark."[/align] The images of Swytch and Jim O’Brien is replaced with a image of Smarty Smark grinning and giving the thumbs up. [align=center]"We’re the friends you need when trying to make it to the top. We’ll get you the bases YOU deserve!"[/align] Smarty Smark’s grinning face is replaced by a message that was seen in an earlier segment as well. [align=center]That was a Public Service Announcement brought to you by... The managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark. Eat Smarty Smark Smores.[/align] Once again the scene takes us back to the FIW Voting room. Kailey Lane and April Lynn are seated side by side at two of the computer terminals, the one next to them containing a garbage bag over the monitor. It's the one Matlock broke. Or was it Shake? I think it was Matlock, at least that's what Shake said. JH: Once again, ladies and gentleman, we want to remind you about voting in the 2005 End of the Year Awards. Deadline is January 31, 2006 at midnight Eastern time zone. Winners will be announced in February, FIW's anniversary month. TM: In addition to the categories I announced earlier we've got Feud of the Year, Best Finisher and of course my favorite, Lady of the Year! Plus more! So go vote at FIW.com! Kailey and April finish their voting as Jonathan and Thomas talk, the audio feed amplifying to full audio as they head towards the door. Unfortunately any talking comes to a halt as the ladies reach the door just as Remy Barteaux makes his entrance. TM: Oh hey! It's the lovebirds, Jonathan. All is silent as April and Remy lock eyes with one another. Both their faces are expressionless as they just share a small staredown. It's ended, however, when Remy brushes past her to cast his vote on FIW.com. April doesn't even bother looking after him as Kailey shoots the difficult man a look before putting a hand on April's shoulder. Kailey: Let's get out of here. The plan is evidently decided upon as the ladies pull the door back open, only for Kailey to come face to face with Kennedy, igniting the biggest pop of the night thus far! A smirk comes across Kennedy's face as she spots who fate ran her into. Both ladies look one another down, neither intimidated by their former friend's presence. As humorous as Kennedy's smirk denotes she finds this, she brushes past Kailey in the same fashion Remy did with April. Kailey rolls her eyes as she mumbles under her breath. Kailey: Miss High and Mighty now… Finally Kailey and April make their way out of the room, both feeling a little crowded in there at the moment. TM: Oh wow. That's tension you could cut with a knife. JH: Indeed it is. TM: Sexual tension! Unfortunately that kind was all between Remy and April. Heh. [align=center]VOTE AT FIW.COM[/align] [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Out of nowhere a video package begins to play. We are taken to a stadium. We have a faraway shot of a man running up the stairs. The camera shot switches to allow the viewers to see a Asian American covered in sweat with a look of determination on his tan face. The sweat runs down his toned muscles and seems to add form to them. The man finally reaches the top of the stairs. The man pulls a blue towel from the back of his black shorts. Man: Hey folks. Whoo. Sorry. Let me introduce myself to all of you. My name is Chris Love. Many of you recognize the name. Yes I am related to Drake Love. That is irrelevant though, Drake isn’t here in FIW but I am. I recently signed a contract to go to TNT. Chris takes a seat in the stadium chair on his left. He puts the towel behind his neck and kicks up his feet. Love: Now I have been looking around and I see a lot of talent in the locker room. But honestly that is what I want. My trainers told me I was jumping in over my head by starting my career in FIW. They said I wasn’t ready for such a commitment, that I would end up washing out. Well the truth is that they may be right. However I have never backed down from a challenge and I will be damned if I start now. Chris stands up and walks around the side of seating area. There is a escalader heading downward that Chris then steps on. The camera follows him with a shot looking down. Love: Now for all those who have doubts let me clear them up. I am coming to TNT to make a impact. I will silence the rumors that say I will never live up to my brother. All the statements that say I am not good enough will be ended. I will show the world that I am the Genuine Artifact. Chris gets to the bottom of the escalader and then takes off running. An image slowly fades in of a rather dirty looking back alley way where a bum with a luchador mask is sitting. From off camera PBM’s voice can be heard. [align=center]”Hey mister what’s wrong?”[/align] Bum Luchador: My wrestling career has bombed worst than a movie featuring Hobbits. [align=center]”Well I have some good news for you!”[/align] Bum Luchador: Really? What? Did my wife come back to me? Is she bringing the kids? [align=center]”Noooope! Even better! You’re the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark’s newest client!”[/align] Through bad editing the camera cuts to a beach where now the bum in the luchador mask is all cleaned up and well clothed. Hanging off of him on both sides are three women wearing bikinis all grabbing at the title belt around his waist. Though the title belt around his waist clearly looks like a kid’s UEC toy belt that you can buy at K-mart. He looks all around him in surprise and then does a over done grin at the camera. Successful Luchador: Wow! Thanks Smarty Smark! Now I can finally be a productive member of humanity! The camera cuts to Smarty Smark sitting behind a desk in a office that seems oddly familiar. A big ole grin on his face as well as he gives the luchador the thumbs up. Smarty Smark: My pleasure client! My pleasure! With a dual screen feature it shows both the luchador and his girls along with Smarty Smark laughing before a message appears on the screen. [align=center]That was a Public Service Announcement brought to you by... The managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark and Madison Lee’s office. Eat Smarty Smark Smores.[/align] |
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The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage with her Cruiserweight Championship around her waist, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring. JH: You ready for this one, Thomas? Like I don't know the answer to that question. TM: Well, it's hard to say. Got two hot women like April and Kailey in this match, but it's for the Cruiserweight Championship. That's flippy-floppy crap. JH: Doesn't have to be. Both Kailey and April are experienced in submissions. TM: Eh, let's see what they bring to the table tonight. She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. Dropping her duster off her shoulders, she tosses it aside before removing her Cruiserweight Championship and raising it in the air for all the fans to see. She turns holds it up for the opposite side of the arena and then backs into her corner, awaiting her opponent for the night. JH: This is April's very first Cruiserweight Title defense. And Madison couldn't have found a more daunting challenger, in my opinion. TM: Kailey was the first-ever woman to hold the Cruiserweight Championship. April's the second. I guess you could say this match will determine the Undisputed Female Cruiserweight Champion? JH: You could but if April or Kailey want to be the Undisputed Cruiserweight Champion, they'd have to take on all comers. TM: April did win it in a Six-Person Battle Royal. That was impressive but Kailey defended against the likes of Sakubara Kanemoto. Not to mention she won it from the Majesty Cole Summons! "Defy You" begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then moves to her corner to psyche up. April applauds her opponent and Kailey returns the favor. TM: I miss Saku. JH: Uh, that's a pretty out of the blue thing to say. Especially when you should take this time to discuss Kailey. TM: We already did that and I miss Saku! Oh wait! I have something to say about Kailey. I miss the chaps! JH: Amen. The two ladies remain within their corners, eyeing one another from across the ring, finishing their warm-ups as Michael Anderson takes center ring. He brings the microphone to his lips and does his thing as only JJ can't (that's right! I said can't!) MA: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is our MAIN-EVENT and it is for the FIW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! *crowd pop* Introducing first, the challenger! From Nashville, Tennessee… she is a former Cruiserweight Champion… KAILEY LLAAAANNNNE!!! The crowd cheer for the current Grand Prix champion, Kailey raising an arm into the air to acknowledge her peeps. Once again, April shows her respect by applauding her opponent. JH: There's a lot of respect between these two tonight, Thomas. Not just as athletes but Kailey and April, I think, helped each other out personally this week. TM: That's so hot, keeping talking about it. MA: And the champion! From Aurora, Ohio… she is the FIW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION… APRIL LLLYYYYNNNN!!!!! The crowd pop for the champion, not quite as much as Kailey but what do you expect? April also acknowledges her peeps by raising the belt into the air. Kailey once again returns the respect by applauding for her opponent. JH: More respect being shown between these two ladies. We don't have enough matches like this. TM: Go back to talking about them helping each other out personally. Richard Kelly takes the Cruiserweight title from April, raising it into the air for all to see before showing it off to Kailey. Finally he hands it off to Anderson who takes the title with him to ringside. RK calls the two ladies to the center, laying down the law before signaling for the bell! DING-DING! Kailey and April shake hands, showing more respect. Tired of that yet? Well, too bad. Don't read face vs. face matches. Err, except this one! Yeah, keep reading this one! Kailey and April back off slightly, circling around each other. They move in to lock up when "A Perfect Lie" by the Engine Room hits the speakers. Both ladies halt their progress, staring off towards the entrance ramp in confusion. JH: What the heck? TM: Who's music is that? The answer to Thomas' question is revealed as Natalya Vladek makes her way out onto the entrance stage. A smirk places itself along the ruby lips of the Russian seductress as Kailey glares back at her. TM: Wow. First April and Kailey, now Natalya? This is great. JH: I have no idea why Natalya is out here. I haven't even seen Ragin' since Vendetta. TM: Maybe the scum is here. JH: I believe it's standing on the entrance stage. Don't get your hopes up for Ragin'. Jonathan Hitchen was just calling Natalya scum. April moves over towards Kailey, sharing some words with her opponent as she glances up towards Natalya. Kailey never takes her eyes off of Natalya, shooting daggers towards her unofficial enemy. RK gets between April and Kailey, reminding the ladies that they have a match-up they need to be getting on with. TM: Yeah, let's see some wrasslin' ladies! JH: This is quite the interesting turn of events. I think April's just earned some extra footing here in this contest because Kailey's mind cannot be solely on April at the moment. Not with Natalya standing up there. TM: My mind isn't even solely on April with Natalya standing up there! She's looking hot! Why can't she dump the excuse for a man and come give me some lovin'? JH: Because she has eyes? They may not work well, but apparently well enough to keep her from you. Kailey, reluctant as ever, finally pulls her eyes off of Natalya and returns it on April, who also seems slightly distracted by Natalya's appearance. The two wrestlers slowly circle one another, moving in for a collar and elbow tie-up. Kailey immediately falls back and throws April over with a unique double arm throw. Kailey is back on her feet when April gets to one knee. Kailey doesn't advance, rather glancing to make sure Natalya hasn't moved any closer. JH: There you see it firsthand. Natalya's presence weighing on Kailey's mind. April gets back to her feet, drawing Kailey's attention as she moves in for another collar and elbow tie-up. This time April drops down, throwing Kailey over with a standard arm drag! It's Kailey's turn to be impressed by April's quickness. Again the ladies move in for that tie-up you always see. Kailey immediately wrenches in a side headlock on April! Without hesitation, she throws April over onto her back, keeping the arms locked around April's head and forcing her weight into the hold. JH: A headlock takeover, and Kailey's got April grounded already. TM: But April's fighting back. She won't stay down that easy. JH: 'Course not. She's the champ. April brings a leg up around Kailey's throat, dragging her down into a headscissors and forcing a break on the headlock! Kailey fights over onto her side, then onto her knees, her head still lodged between April's legs… and the men can now drool. Kailey pushes off the canvas, flipping over April and holding her down with a bridge! [align=center]ONE! TWO!![/align] April bridges up, forcing both women back to their feet. April twists herself and Kailey around, getting back vertical, just as Kailey pulls her into a short-arm… arm drag. Yeah, that's what it is. Pulls April into an arm drag! April gets back to a knee, once again impressed by Kailey's quick skills. Kailey smirks, forgetting about Natalya for a moment. JH: Some great mat wrestling by these two TNT Ladies. Showcasing just what the women in this company are capable of. TM: Yeah. People seem to think that women's wrestling is all about slaps and cat fighting but that isn't what the Ladies of FIW do. Once again, the two ladies lock up in that collar and elbow tie-up… CAN YOU DO NOTHING ELSE? Oh, sorry. They tie-up again. This time they both stand there ground, attempting to lobby for position but neither succeeding. They push and pull for any kind of leverage, maneuvering themselves right towards the ropes and TUMBLING TO THE OUTSIDE!!! JH: Oh! The ladies just spilled to the outside. A tough collar and elbow tie-up that neither could gain any momentum from. TM: I love when the ladies spill out. JH: Good God, you're starting to sound more and even MORE like Jerry Lawler. Natalya starts to make her way down the walkway, peaking over the ring to spy on what the ladies are doing. They're laying there… duh! RK checks on them before utilizing his count. 1 2 3 4 They ladies are already climbing to their feet, both using the apron for assistance. 5 6 7 First Kailey ducks in under the bottom rope, quickly followed by April. JH: They're back in the ring now and I notice Natalya is inching her way closer with every passing minute. TM: She was until Kailey caught her in her gaze. Indeed she did. Kailey glares out at Natalya, forcing the Russian woman (and I use that term loosely) to halt her progress, casually watching the contest unfold. April is comes up behind Kailey, grabbing her wrist and turning her around as she sends her into the turnbuckle… No! Kailey reverses, sending April into the turnbuckle! April hits back-first and stumbles back out. Kailey grabs April by the upper arms, turning herself and April, pulling April's shoulders down to the canvas in a backslide! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! April kicks out![/align] Both ladies are back up by April gets the jump on Kailey, hitting her with a kick to the midsection, April sends Kailey off the ropes but it's countered again! April rebounds and Kailey lowers her head too soon, taking a sunset flip from April! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! Kailey pushes up off her back, holding April's legs in a pin! ONE! TWO!! April uses her legs to turn Kailey over onto her shoulders! ONE! TWO!! NO! Kailey again counters back into her pin! ONE! TWO!! NOO! April counters again! ONE! TWO!! Kailey somersaults backwards out of it![/align] TM: Look at those counters! JH: One right after the other. But neither woman would stay down. Kailey rolls backwards onto her feet, rushing April as she stands. She takes April down with a double leg and then uses a slingshot to land April throat-first across the middle rope! April hit’s the ropes throat and chest-first, being propelled backwards onto the canvas! Kailey takes no more than a split second to make sure Natalya is no longer advancing and then sits April up, driving a knee into her back! Kailey applies a chinlock, wrenching April back into her knee! JH: A modified surfboard here by Kailey. Driving her knee right into April's spine. TM: Looks like the gloves have come off, Jonathan. JH: It's a match for the Cruiserweight Championship. Both ladies know what's at stake here. Friends or not, they both want to walk away the champion. Kailey changes things up, grabbing April's arms and still keeping her knee in place. Kailey brings the other knee up to assist in the pressure, falling to her back as she drags April on top of her, her knees arching April's back! RK gets right up to April, asking if she wants to quit. April screams out, shaking her head as Kailey balances April's body on her knees. JH: A submission maneuver. That's got to be extremely painful on the back. TM: Let me drive my knees into your back and we'll see if it's painful. JH: I don't think so. Kailey catches Natalya, out of the corner of her eye, moving closer to the ring. Kailey lets April fall to the side, climbing back to her feet and screaming for Natalya to try and bring it into the ring. As if Kailey isn't even talking, Natalya stops and strolls back a couple steps. Kailey shakes her head at Natalya's cowardice, dying to get her hands on the Russian. ROLL-UP BY APRIL!! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NOOO!!! KAILEY KICKED OUT![/align] TM: Oh my gosh! April's gloves are out the window now! JH: April is in the same mindset as Kailey. Win. Kailey springs back to her feet, a little surprised at the roll-up but ready and willing to bring the fight back to April. April goes for a clothesline that is ducked by Kailey. April turns around and takes a boot to the midsection! She takes April into a front facelock and SNAPS her over with suplex! Kailey is already back to her feet, assuring herself that Natalya's got that advancing idea out of her head, and then pulls April up to her feet. She whips April off the ropes, April rebounds and nails Kailey in the shoulder with a feint step-up kick to the shoulder! April runs through, grabs Kailey by the a DRIVING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINNING FACEBUSTER! JH: What a big-time face buster by April! That could do it! But April doesn't go for the cover. She has other plans in mind. She makes her way onto the apron, climbing up to the top rope. She waits, perched up top as Kailey slowly but surely recovers from that face buster. Shaking her head clear, Kailey spots April on the top rope. April stands and FALLS BACK ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE AND KAILEY RUSHES IN AN KNOCKS HER LEGS OUT FROM UNDER HER! JH: Oh, my goodness! I think April was readying herself for the April Showers but it was more like a storm. TM: I seriously doubt she's wearing a cup either, Hitchen! Kailey begins to ascend opposite April. She gets to the second turnbuckle, grabbing April in a front-facelock before climbing to the top rope and pulling April up to her level. Pulling with all her strength, Kailey throws April over her head and falls back CRASHING TO THE CANVAS WITH A TOP ROPE SUPLEXPLEX!!! JH: A superplex! My goodness! Two beautiful women, crashing and burning! All for the sake of the Cruiserweight title! RK checks on both women before going to that all famous KO count! ONE! TWO! THREE! Neither woman is moving, still attempting to recover from the high-impact suplexplex. TM: I think this is about more than the Cruiserweight title, Jonathan! I think these two are out to prove who really is better! JH: Maybe but I'm not gonna speak for them. TM: There's a lot of jealousy pitted in this friendship. They say keep your friends close but you're enemies closer. I'm seeing some similarities between these two. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Kailey recovers first, shaking her head clear as she rolls onto her side, trying to will herself to her feet as the crowd clap for both ladies. JH: Care to share your founded similarities? TM: Well, they've both been Crusierweight champion. They've both got tangled up with the wrong men. And… and… they're both blonde! JH: Ingenious connections, Thomas. [/sarcasm] TM: The first two are good! SEVEN! EIGHT! Nope! Kailey is up to one knee, breaking the count. April spots this and realizes any time for recuperating is over. If she wants to win, she's got to get up! She fights to her feet, getting there a split second after Kailey. April thinks on her feet and rushes in with a clothesline… but it's ducked! Kailey turns around and THROWS A ROUNDHOUSE KICK AT APRIL'S HEAD!!! But it's ducked! April takes Kailey's legs around from under her with a low dropkick to the knee! JH: Both ladies showing that they've got the other scouted! Quick evasive maneuvers. April doesn't hesitate to throw Kailey's leg over her head in a stretch muffler position. She then throws her own legs around Kailey's throat, synching in her submission maneuver! Kailey screams out, her leg getting bent over April's neck while her back in forced in an arc as April locked in the headscissors! JH: The April Fools! April's submission trademark! TM: She got this on Kailey last week in that tag! But there's no Remy to save her this week! JH: That's exactly right! RK asks Kailey if she's giving in, but Kailey has no intentions of calling it quits just yet. She stretches her arm out towards the ropes, only a couple inches away but it might as well be miles as Kailey is folded up! Using her free leg, Kailey attempts to push herself and April along the canvas. April senses this but refuses to break the hold! JH: Kailey is inching closer and closer to that bottom rope but that superplex took a lot out of her. TM: It took a lot out of both ladies. It was the first big thing in this match, believe it or not. I don't think either has fully recovered from it. April wrenches in the hold on Kailey who's fingertips are barely grazing the bottom rope. Just a little more and Kailey GRASPS THE BOTTOM ROPE! RK immediately commands April to relinquish the hold, which she does. April grits her teeth in frustration as Kailey pulls herself into the ropes, hugging on them as she tries to work the kinks out of her back. JH: Kailey should great resilience in holding on as long as she did with that maneuver. TM: I wish April would put that on me. JH: What is unsettling, however, is that Kailey is hugging the ropes near the walkway and Natalya is moving in. Natalya is indeed hoping to get a better view of the action as she progresses towards the ring. Kailey pulls herself up with the use of those ropes, oblivious to the fact that Natalya is approaching the ring. April moves in on Kailey, who moves aside and pushes April into the ropes! April rebounds backwards right into a back suplex from Kailey! No! April flips out, able to land on her feet and grabs Kailey in a side headlock! April runs at the ropes, springboards off and GETS THROW INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING!! JH: Kailey countered that springboard bulldog attempt by April! TM: Things for the champ aren't looking so good at the moment. RK checks to make sure April is okay, just as Natalya BASHES KAILEY UPSIDE THE HEAD! Kailey stumbles to the side and spins around TAKING A SHOULDER TO THE MIDSECTION THROUGH THE MIDDLE AND TOP ROPES! Natalya pulls Kailey through those ropes, grabbing her in a front facelock and DRILLING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT!!! JH: HEY! Natalya just DDTed Kailey on the walkway! TM: Oh my goodness! Kailey's legs are caught up in the ropes and her face is implanted in our walkway! I can't believe Natalya did that! JH: WHY would Natalya… well, that's not even a sentence worth finishing! This bitter woman… she's not even a woman. I can't say what I want to call her! TM: A bitch, Jonathan! That's what she is! A conniving, calculating… beautiful, sexy bitch. Mmmm. Natalya pulls Kailey free from the ropes, rolling her back into the ring under the bottom rope before strolling back up the walkway. Fortunately for her, RK spends more time than he should checking on April. I wonder if refs wear earpieces and get told when to not be paying attention. Naaah! RK finds Kailey laid out and looks at Natalya questioningly who's already got a good distance away from the ring, accompanied by an innocent look on her face. JH: Yes! It was Natalya, obviously! Who else is out here? TM: Maybe he thinks Kailey is too exhausted to continue. Don't judge Richard Kelly, Jonathan! JH: Well, I know he can't call it if he doesn't see it but… dammit! April makes it back to her feet, finding Kailey laid out. She turns her attention on Natalya, pointing fingers and not being as generous as RK to give her the benefit of the doubt. April ducks under the middle rope and heads after Natalya… or, she would if RK didn't stop her. He tells April to keep it in the ring and finisher the match. April argues with RK, telling him that Natalya did whatever it is April believes she did. JH: April now arguing with Richard Kelly, telling him that Natalya stuck her nose into this contest. TM: How does April know? She doesn't? She's just trying to be a nuisance. Kailey begins to make it to her feet, using the ropes to do so as she tries to shake her head clear from the DDT on the wooden walkway. April spots this, hesitates as she looks off in Natalya's direction. Against her better judgment, April grabs Kailey in and applies a front facelock, DRIVING KAILEY DOWN WITH AN EVENFLOW DDT! TM: AH! What kind of friend is that?! JH: As you said, Thomas, she doesn't know what Natalya did and this IS a match. April pushes Kailey onto her back, glaring out at Natalya with disgust as RK makes the count. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] "Don't Cha" reprises over the speakers as Natalya grins and retreats backstage. April shakes her head in disappointment as she sits up on her knees and glances down at Kailey. RK raises April's hand into the air as she climbs up to her feet. MA: Here is your winner and STILL Cruiserweight Champion… APRIL LLYYYNNNN!!! JH: And April gets the victory but much like Kailey last week, she doesn't look too pleased with it. TM: What's she not pleased with? Keeping the belt? Beating Kailey? Winning a match? JH: She knows Natalya did something. Kailey counted the springboard bulldog and when April got up, Kailey was out. Come on! It doesn't take a rocket science! TM: That's not April's fault. JH: Neither April or Kailey wanted to win this match on anything but their own merits! April takes her title belt from RK, kneeling back down next to Kailey as she revives. April takes Kailey by the arm and helps her to her feet. Kailey, dazed and confused, shakes her head clear. April apologizes as Kailey comes to, remembering what happened. She checks for Natalya and finds no sign of her. She lets April know that it's okay before the two women share a hug with each other and raise one another hand up. JH: More respect between these two. April did what she had to do, I think Kailey understands where April's coming from. Or I hope. TM: I don't understand that. I think April's a greedy pants. And she should take them off! JH: Ugh. Nothing can be serious when you're around! Well, folks, don't go anywhere! The show is not over. When we come back, we've got an in-ring appearance from the hometown girl Kennedy! And Carlos Kane is in the building! TM: Kiss and make-up time. Whoo-hoo! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] 'Lies' hit’s the speakers, bringing Kennedy out onto the stage to a huge ovation from the Los Angeles crowd! She stands center stage and raises both hands into the air as she greets her hometown fans before making her way towards the ring. JH: Not the usual reaction Kennedy is used to. TM: Now wait a minute. Not the usual reaction Kennedy has been getting! She used to get reactions like this all the time! JH: Back before she stabbed Dante Coles and Kailey Lane, among others, in the back. TM: Well, it's good to see a crowd that recognizes talent. Kennedy climbs into the ring over the middle rope and rushes to the furthest turnbuckle, raising an arm into the air as she takes in the ever popular photo op. She drops back to the mat and rushes across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. MA: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome… LOS ANGELES' OWN… KEEENNNNEEEDDDYYY!!! TM: You know, this might be the first night of Kennedy getting her well earned respect. JH: I wouldn't hold my breath on that. At least until we hear what she has to say here tonight. Speaking of which, Kennedy takes the microphone from Michael Anderson as the ring announce exits the ring. Kennedy gazes out at the 19,000+ in attendance with a smirk on her face. That might have something to do with the crowd still cheering and starting up the recently-absent "KEN-AH-DEE" chants. She raises an arm back into the air to acknowledge the true Kennedy fans. Kennedy: Well, I have to say… it's nice to be in a place where a true athlete is given the respect she deserves! You had to know something within that context was gonna come out of here. And of course, the crowd pops like a can of Pringles for getting their props. Kennedy: It is great to be back home and listen to a REAL audience for a change. JH: Some nice cheap pops there for Kennedy. TM: Cheap?! There's nothing cheap about Kennedy. This is true honesty. Kennedy: But I didn't come out here to praise this LA crowd, no matter how awesome you guys are! Heh. Another cheap pop before she gets down to business. Kennedy: My subject tonight… is subject I've been covering for the past couple of weeks. That being… Carlos Kane. A horrendous BOOOOOOOO cascades through the live crowd as the man trying to kill their precious Kennedy is mention. It's almost as if John Cena is performing live in NYC. It ain't happening with the crowd's approval. JH: Unique response for the Hype. TM: I think the Hype's reactions lately have rivaled a certain former World Champion in another promotion. People just don't know what to make of him these days. Kennedy: For weeks since Vendetta came to a close, Carlos Kane has seen fit to blame me for his inability to capture the Dual Crown Championship. And who can blame him. Speaking candidly… no one likes to accept their own faults, especially when they're as obvious as Carlos Kane's. Haha. Did you think she was gonna admit that she screwed over Carlos Kane at Vendetta? No? Good on you. But I think you lied. The crowd like what Kennedy had to say though. But that's a given. Kennedy: I did my part. I screwed up Swytch's mind beyond belief, even more so than it started. I had him mentally battered and beaten by the time Vendetta rolled around. Carlos Kane… Carlos could barely keep himself standing on the road to Vendetta. So what makes him think he honestly stood a chance of taking that Dual Crown from Swytch? Don't answer that because I already know! Carlos Kane… he used me! That's right. I said it before and I'll say it again! Carlos Kane used me to get the Dual Crown. But his abilities… or lack thereof, were the deciding factor in his loss at Vendetta! But my problem is that Carlos Kane's loss at Vendetta… it resulted in MY loss at Vendetta. Booooo! Big time boos on Carlos Kane. How dare he cost Kennedy the Dual Crown Championship?! Kennedy shakes her head in disappointment at Hype. Kennedy: But enough of that, on to last week. Last week, I was the bigger person. I rose above all the jealousy, I rose above all the manipulations, I rose up above all this petty vengeance-seeking bullcrap! And I did Carlos Kane a favor. I offered him a second chance. I gave him something he wasn't even worthy of the first time around! I gave Carlos Kane a second Dual Crown Title opportunity! The crowd isn't happy to be reminded of that. Or more so, they aren't happy to be reminded of Carlos Kane getting another title shot ahead of Kennedy. Kennedy: Carlos Kane… well, he got his ass beat! And he got his ass beat good! Way more than he got his ass beat at Vendetta. So comparing the two… at Vendetta he faired decent… last week he didn't fair at all… Only thing I can say is… Carlos Kane is SAD when he doesn't have me at his side! Whooo! The LA crowd loved those shots at the man trying to destroy their hometown hero. Kennedy: So I can see why Carlos Kane would still be upset with me. It's obvious that Carlos figured I should interject myself into his SINGLES opportunity for the Dual Crown to hand him the belt on a silver platter. But that ain't how it works here on TNT. You want something, you go it ALONE! And Carlos Kane just can't cut it. Kennedy takes a moment to reveal in the crowd lingering on and agreeing with her every word. But as she brings the microphone to her mouth in an attempt to speak again, she's abruptly cut off. [align=center]We fade to black as static comes over the PA followed by a raio styled voiceover as the intro to "We Major by Fort Minor" hits the PA AND NOW FOR OUR FEATURE PRESENTATION The TNTtron flickers into life, first with static but before we know it we are hovering over the skyline of a huge modern styled city HISTORY IN THE MAKING, MOST INCREDIBLY We swoop down at break neck speed towards the ground ducking and diving in between the various modernly styled buildings that litter this urban metropolis LADIES AND GENTLEMAN We burst passed building after building glass shattering and falling to the floor as we accelerate towards the end of the road YOU ARE NOT READY We screech to a grinding hault as were met with a massive crowd they stand defiant in front a giant wall of monitors that presents a visible representation of the lyrical smackdown that's being beamed to the live audience. COZ THIS RIDE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN At the very front of that massive crowd stands one man, head bowed hands raised high above his head, a deafening base shudders through the PA live in the arena. SIT DOWN AND BUCKLE IT IN Slowly the man lifts his head to reveal that trademark smirk, the wall of monitors behind him burn the retinas of all those within distance. FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT WANNA KNOW WHAT WERE ALL ABOUT Explosions shoot up from behind the wall of monitors engulfing everything in flames. IT'S LIKE THIS YALL Flames engulf the monstrous wall of monitors as it displays that unmistakable logo, that representation of the best that's ever done it. ![]() The crowd go absolutely mad with boos as "There They Go by Fort Minor" shakes the arena to it's very foundations! Forget about all the things you heard before 'Bout time that we're kicking down the door Everybody's gonna hit the fuckin' floor Please Hype don't hurt them anymore The TNTtron still displays the logo as smoke billows from the stage and then it happens there aren't enough decibels discovered that can describe the boos as the "number one draw" the "main event soldier" the "Hype" steps out onto the stage his stage. He stands for a moment, no title belt with him this week, staring straight ahead at Kennedy. A few moments pass before he proceeds across the catwalk that connects the stage to the ring, impervious to the deafening boos that are ringing around him. So just listen up there powder-puff Better believe I'm not playing You can love, you can hate But don't mistake it everybody's saying it Carlos ends his journey on the catwalk and steps right onto the ring apron. His eyes remain locked on Kennedy who tries to remain calm in the ring, a little unnerved but more so pissed off at his presence in her city. Carlos steps through the middle and top rope and walks right towards Kennedy who brings the microphone back up to her lips.[/align] Kennedy: Carlos! Hold up! This is MY city and you can't-- Boos ring throughout the STAPLES Center as Carlos snatches the microphone out of Kennedy's hand, startling the woman. TM: Uh-oh! It looks like the Hype's got something on his mind that doesn't involve Kennedy speaking. JH: The look in Carlos Kane's eyes is disturbing, to say the least. TM: It's the calm exterior that's disturbing. Carlos raises the mic to his lips, the crowd booing at full force in an attempt to keep whatever he has to say from behind said. But that's okay because the Hype is just toying with the anti-Hype crowd. He throws the microphone to the mat, a loud feedback screeching over the boos. Shotgun, starter, Kennedy's off! She bolts through the ropes… or would have if Carlos didn't catch her around the waist and flung her back into the center of the ring! JH: Uh-oh! This cannot be good for the hometown girl! TM: What's he gonna do?! Have "hot torrid sex" with her in the middle of the ring?! JH: You have got to stop watching that show with the shit champion. Kennedy tries to scramble to her feet but Carlos Kane is already stalking over her, causing her to scoot along the mat with her hand out, pleading for Carlos to back off! But the cool, calm exterior completely contrasts with that disturbing look in his eyes that Hitchen alluded to. He's got devious thoughts going on as he gazes down at his helpless victim. TM: He’s trying to sexually assault her! SOMEBODY STOP HIM! The arena speakers come to life with the sound of music. The crowd buzzes quietly wondering what’s going on. JH: What the hell is this? [align=center]You Can Hate Me Now But I Won't Stop Now 'Cuz I Can't Stop Now You Can Hate Me Now[/align] TM: OH MY GOD! IT’S SEAN JAMES! SEAN JAMES IS BACK ON TNT!! Onto the stage rolls a wheelchair. In the chair is a man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with “Black Knight” emblazoned on the chest. JH: What the hell business does he have here? He’s in a wheelchair for God’s sake, he shouldn’t be out here. TM: He’s in a God damned wheelchair because of that bastard, Carlos Kane! Sean James wheels the chair to the edge of the walkway. He stops there now garnering Kennedy and Hype’s attention. Hype’s calm look has given way to shock and now anger. He looks up the walkway at the man he put in the wheelchair, leaning on the top rope and yelling up at Sean. JH: These two have tried to end each other’s careers. TM: HYPE DID END SEAN’S! HE’S A BASTARD! NOTHING BUT A SON OF A BITCH! Sean kicks the foot pedals out of the way and stands on his own! The crowd is shocked, they can’t believe Sean James just got out of his chair! TM: OH MY GOD! I DON’T BELIEVE IT! SEAN CAN WALK! JH: This doesn’t look good for Hype. Slowly Sean walks down the walkway. He keeps his hood up, his hands in his pockets, his steps slow and purposeful. TM: I bet if you pulled that hood back, oh boy, the look on Sean’s face, the police would be arresting him for murder. Hype steps through the ropes and starts walking up the walkway. His pace quickens until he’s close enough TO THROW A HAYMAKER…BUT IT’S DUCKED! Hype gets caught with a HARD right hand to the face!! He staggers back into the ring ropes AND GETS ANOTHER RIGHT HAND!! TM: Sean James is taking it to the Hype! Kennedy is back on her feet and backing her way into the corner. She keeps her distance, unsure of just what the hell is going on. Sean grabs Hype by the head and pulls it down RIGHT INTO A KNEE LIFT! With Hype doubled over, Sean shoves him between the ropes into the ring and steps through them himself. Hype is on his feet and catches Sean with an elbow to the face, but Sean isn’t phased, throwing another stiff right hand connecting with Hype’s jaw. JH: I just can’t believe what’s going on. Sean James shows up out of nowhere. He gets out of his wheelchair, and now he’s trading blows with Carlos! Sean boots Hype in the midsection. He underhooks both arms then lifts Hype AND DRIVES HIS HEAD STRAIGHT DOWN INTO THE CANVAS!! JH: ARRRGGHHH!! Hype’s head just got drilled into the mat! Sean James gets back to his feet, standing over Carlos Kane. He reaches his hand up and pulls the hood back and the crowd EXPLODES!! They blow the roof off, cheering like mad folk. JH: That’s… TM: THAT’S DANTE COLES!! It wasn’t Sean James! It was all a trick!! It’s Dante!! The LA crowd cheers wildly for the hometown guy. Dante stands over Hype, looking down at him blankly. No emotion on his face, his eyes showing no fire, just a blank stare at Hype’s downed body. He looks across the ring where Kennedy is standing in the corner and she gets the same blank expression. Dante pulls the hoodie off and drops it on Hype’s body. TM: Carlos Kane talked all that trash, he’s called Dante out time and time again, and now he’s got what he had coming to him! Dante steps through the ring ropes and out onto the walkway, making his way toward the back. He stops on the stage looking back at the ring where Kennedy still doesn’t know what’s going on and Hype is flat on his face in the middle of the ring. JH: What a night! Dante Coles has returned and he brought it to Carlos Kane! TM: But... did he save Kennedy? Or was... JH: Luck was on Kennedy's side tonight, if you ask me! Ladies and gentleman, that's all the time we have for you tonight. Next week we've got an International Championship bout, Bill Kuriyama defending against Alex Evans. And, God! There's got to be some explanation for what we just saw! TM: You wouldn't dare miss it! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Extreme Ninja #2 def. Carl Lucas via pinfall after interference from Smarty Smark International Contendership Sudden Death Fatal 4 Way Alex Evans def. Curtis, Melanie Halstead, & Shannon Micheals by pinning Curtis Kendra Norton def. JJ via submission FIW Cruiserweight Championship April Lynn def. Kailey Lane to retain via pinfall after unseen Natalya Vladek interference |
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