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Tuesday Night Throwdown; January 17, 2006
Topic Started: Jan 17 2006, 12:48 PM (134 Views)
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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]Posted Image[/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 ARCO Arena in Sacramento, California!

TM: I love California! 'Cuz they actually treat Kennedy with the respect she deserves!

JH: That they do. But she'll have something more than crowd reactions to worry about tonight! She'll be going one-on-one with Carlos Kane for the number one contendership of the Dual Crown Championship.

TM: She has nothing to worry about. Carlos Kane wants her in a bad way. And by that, I mean a sexual way. He needs some loving from Lady of the Year!

JH: Yeah, right. Keep thinking that all you want. I fear for Kennedy's safety tonight, however.

TM: Blah! Forget you! We've also got the International Championship on the line. I wonder if Alex is gonna bring prestige back to that title tonight!

JH: I'll never understand you. Bill Kuriyama has brought plenty of prestige to the title. He'll be defending it for the first time here on TNT against Alex Evans. And if you want my opinion, Alex is nothing but a bitter man. What he did to Melanie Halstead last week was uncalled for. And I can't wait to see Bill make him pay.

TM: This is real life, Jonathan. Good doesn't triumph because it's good. Awesomeness does. And that's what Alex is. Live with is.

JH: Yeah, whatever. We've also got some tag team action coming up. The Tag Team Champions in a non-title contest against Graver and April Lynn. I may not like Graver but he owes Remy some serious retribution. Not to mention April and the way Remy's been treating her.

TM: Heh. Women just can't take getting kicked to the curb. You'd think April would be used to it now.

JH: Remy just needs to be a man and explain things to April. We could avoid a lot of this mess.

TM: But the mess is what's fun!

JH: I can't keep talking to you. Let's get the show started. Our first match tonight pits the newbie known as Chris Love against two returning stars, The Loon and Torrence Colemen.

TM: Torrence, HA! Where’s Phillip? HA!

JH: You’re hilarious. [/sarcasm]

TM: I’m here all week, try the veal.

"Bleed American" hits the arena as the crowd erupt into cheers and the heavy beat from the PA system rocks out to the crowd. Torrence comes out from behind the curtain and Jumps in the air while using both her hands to blow a kiss to the crowd. She then walks down the walkway and claps hands with the fans and then makes her way into the ring and climbs in. She walks to one side of the ring and holds her arms out and then stretches her arms out.

MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing in Cleveland, Ohio, TORRENCE, COOOOOOOOLEMAAAAAN!!!

JH: Should be a fast paced match with these three, might be hard to keep up.

TM: For you maybe, old man. Yeah, that’s right, I went there.

JH: *sigh*

Endure hits the PA System. Pyro explodes as Chris comes running out. He slaps the hands of fans on as he runs down. He pauses before coming into the ring and takes a deep breath. He slides under the bottom rope and jumps to the top turnbuckle. Pyro shoots from the ringposts as Chris does a backflip off the corner. Chris hops over the top rope resting on top. He stands on the middle rope and points to all the fans before flipping back into the ring. Chris then waits in the corner hopping in anticaption.

MA: Weighing in at 225lbs, from Denver, Colorado, CHRIIIIIIIIIIS, LOOOOOOOOOOVE!!!

JH: A promising young star here in Chris Love.

TM: What kinda name is that? Seriously. What great wrestler ever had the word “love” in his name? Pfft.

JH: Dude Love.

TM: …Ok, but --

JH: The HEARTbreak Kid, Bret HART --

TM: That doesn’t count, it’s spelt differently…shut up!

Cult of Personality bursts through the PA and as the drums kick in, Loon makes his way out, with a big smile. He jumps into the air as red pyros go BOOM! and he runs down the wooden catwalk and over the ropes and into the ring. He climbs up on the upper-right turnbuckle and raises his hands as the crowd roars. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same, to the same cheap pop. He then hops down, loosens his neck, and turns to the stage.

MA: And finally, weighing in at 195lbs, from Milan, Illinois, THE LOON, TWO, POINT, FIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!

JH: And here’s the third leg on our tripod of mayhem this evening.

TM: Tripod of mayhem? Who writes this stuff? Seriously.

Richard Kelly calls all three competitors to the centre of the ring to discuss the rules and whatnot, they nod as he speaks, glancing around at their opponents in anticipation.

JH: Now this is sudden death rules, when one person is pinned it’s over. No eliminations, no second chances.

All three wrestlers back up into their corners as Kelly signals for the bell…

DING, DING!

…and there it is. Loon, Love and Coleman step forward apprehensively, circling each other, their eyes darting back and forth as they search for an opening.

JH: This could be a big first win for Chris, beating not one, but two former FIW stars.

TM: Oh yeah, ‘cos they’re HUGE stars. [/sarcasm]

*SMACK*

TM: Ow.

Torrence makes the first move, looking to take on the new boy as she darts in towards him. He dodges and spins round to face her on the rebound, throwing out his arm for a clothesline that never materializes as she ducks and rolls under it. She hops quickly to his feet and launches into a dropkick, cracking him off the jaw as he turns to face her! Chris is sent back into the near corner and Torrence looks very pleased with her opening offence…until Loon makes his presence felt by charging in and taking her down with a clothesline!

TM: HA! Silly bint should’a paid more attention.

Loon grabs her by the head and drags her back to her feet, dodging a flailing fist that comes his way before shooting her into the far corner. He follows in, hitting the ropes behind her as she ricochets out off the turnbuckles. He grabs her by the head and slams her pretty face into the canvas with a Bulldog! He’s back to his feet pretty quick and turns his attention on the newbie, just in time to see him charging towards him. 2.5 doesn’t have a lot of time to think and so simple scoops Love up and Flapkjacks him face first -- No! Chris fires a right hand into Loon’s head that staggers him enough for the Colorado native to reverse the move…into a DDT!

JH: Nice reversal there from Love. Quick thinking on his part.

Loon’s head is driven into the canvas and Chris rolls up to his feet. He reaches down to scoop his prey back up, but Torrence is back and looking for some action. As Chris is bent over and taking a handful of Loon’s dreads, Ms Coleman hits the ropes behind him and charges in, flipping over his back and taking his head into her arm on the way down, snapping him into the canvas with a Flipping Neckbreaker!

JH: Impressive work from Torrence.

She takes to her feet, firing a few boots into his ribcage before turning her attention on the rising Loon. He pulls himself to a knee, still shaking the cobwebs loose as she moves in and wraps his head into a front chancery. She pulls him to his feet, sweeps her leg out and drops him face first with a quick Evenflow DDT!

JH: Torrence is in control!

TM: What? What the hell is wrong with you guys!?

She regains her verticality and lays a few boots into Loon to keep him quiet before she grabs a handful of dreads and leads him to his feet. She fires another boot, this one to his gut, before taking his wrist and whipping him across the ring. He hits the ropes, rebounds back and Torrence is ready and waiting, leaping onto his shoulders and leaning back into…Chris Love’s arms! With her legs wrapped around Loon’s head and Love wrapping hers into a reverse chancery, Torrence somehow finds herself in rather uncomfortable position.

TM: Sandwiched between two guys hey? Bet that’s not the first --

JH: Shut it!

TM: What?

Takes a few moments for Loon to realise what’s going on, but a nod of the head signals that the two men are now in sync…and they drop Torrence to the canvas, Loon with a Sitout Powerbomb and Chris with a Reverse DDT!

JH: Torrence just got double teamed! Right into the mat!

TM: I bet that’s not the first ti --

JH: Would you stop that?

TM: Never!

Both men go to cover her, and Kelly looks a tad confused at which he should be counting.

JH: They can’t both pin her.

TM: I bet she likes --

*SMACK*

TM: OW, hey.

JH: There has to be one winner here, no eliminating Torrence.

Both men realise the predicament, glancing at each other quickly before jumping to their feet and trading blows!

TM: I bet Torrence likes to trade blo -- *SMACK!* OW! That’s not funny anymore, it really hurts.

Rights and lefts and chops fly back and forth between the two, until Loon ducks a right arm and runbs past Chris to toward the ropes. Love turns to see what’s going on, but all he sees is Loon sporingboarding off the rope towards him!

JH: SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!!

He crashes into Love and pins him to the canvas! Kelly drops to count!

[align=center]One!

Two!

Kickout!
[/align]

Chris throws a shoulder up and Loon rolls off. He sits up and glances to his side, to where Torrence is still down. He throws himself over her!

[align=center]One!

Two!

Kickout!
[/align]

Torrence had a little too much time to rest and throws her shoulder up just before the three! Loon gets to his knees, looking a tad annoyed at the lack of a three count, but doesn’t have much time to think on it as he takes to his feet and feels a hand on his shoulder. Chris Love is back up! He spins Loon round and fires a boot into his gut, doubling him over as he grabs his wrist and whips him into the corner! Love follows in with a clothesline that rocks Loon’s world before he finds himself caught up in a front chancery. The newbie lifts him vertically and sits him on the top rope.

JH: Looks like Chris Love is going up top.

He ascends the turnbuckles, right to the top where he signals to the crowd, before taking Loon’s arm and whipping him off with a…

JH: SUPER ARM DRAAAAAGUUUUGHHH!!!

Torrence barely rolls out of harms way as Loon comes crashing to the canvas, closely followed by his oppressor. Chris Love slowly gets to his feet, shaking the cobwebs loose as he closes in on his prey. He teaches down and grabs a chunk of Loon’s dreads, heaving him up to his feet before firing a knee into his gut. Loony Tunes doubles over in pain and once again finds himself at the mercy of Chris Love, as he signals to the crowd.

JH: I think Chris is looking to end this one.

TM: ‘Bout bloody time.

Chris hooks him into a chancery, heaves him up and drops backwards -- But wait! Torrence has snuck in behind him! As Chris falls back, looking to spike Loon with his Dragon DDT, Torrence wraps an arm around his head and drags him back with a Schoolboy rollup!

JH: DRAGON DEE DEE TEE -- Wait. What the…!?

Loon’s head does indeed get driven into the mat, but Torrence rolls Love through and onto his shoulders! Kelly counts!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Three!!!
[/align]

JH: Torrence wins!

TM: What!?

Both Chris and Torrence roll away, Chris with a look of surprised disappointment etched upon his face, Torrence with a look of surprised joy.

MA: Here is your winner, TORRENCE COOOOOOOOLEMAAAAAAN!!!

“Bleed American” blasts through the speakers as Torrence has her arm raised. Chris Love sits upon the canvas, next to the groggy Loon’s limp body, shaking his head as tonight’s winner heads up the walkway, waving to her adorning fans along the way.

The camera pans to a vending machine because for some reason Kendra Norton is looking over the various treats. Her decision making on what junk food to consume however is interrupted by the most unlikely or perhaps likely of beings.

JJ: Wow a woman who actually eats food and not just plants. Don't see that every day.

JJ's mocking tone brings Kendra's attention to her left side where the small man is standing.

JJ: Then again you don't see every day a friggin' evil woman who tries to break your bones either.

The pupil of Onikage smirks at her and pulls out a flower from the sleeve of his shirt.

JJ: Haven't you ever heard of women being beautiful flowers?

He then quickly smashes up the flower doing his best impressionation of Godzilla.

JJ: Not the thing that damn near kills the flower and breaks a guy's leg!

Onikage: Enough JJ, we aren't here to listen to you complain about your match woes.

Kendra's head cocks to the right and sure enough JJ's master, Onikage is looming over her. Though he seems to be more glaring at JJ than looking at Kendra.

Kendra: Well if it isn't David Koresh's number one fan. What, you gonna try to hypnotize me into eating my own hair? Or maybe sacrifice a goat for the pagan religion you lead?

It seems JJ shares an equal disgust for Kendra as he rolls his eyes.

JJ: Don't hate the playa, hate the game babe.

Onikage: Are you finished?

It seems JJ is some what hurt by the lack of his master backing him up in this argument. Onikage circles around Kendra so the two are facing some what eye to eye. Obviously there is some height difference between the two.

Onikage: Please ignore him; he is young and foolish at times. I've come here to discuss your future Miss Norton or lack there of if you continue on with what you are doing. And I don't mean eatting snacks from a machine that looks like it was made when I was still in diapers.

Kendra: Oh, my future's quite existant, Master Splinter - Seeing to it that you & Junior don't have one.

Kendra's words don't even seem to phase Onikage as he simply shakes his head.

Onikage: It seems my student isn't the only one who is at times foolish in their decision making. Do you honestly think Miss Norton that you have a future with James? What can he possibly give you? I'm not sure if you have noticed but James destroys any thing that gets near him. Of course he seems a bit better now that I've called him out on these actions. But eventually just like every one else that he held dear he will burn you.

The former multi-time tag champ walks over to the side of Kendra facing now the vending machine. His hands resting in a lax position in front of him, one on top of the other.

Onikage: I know you are suspicious of my reasons for coming to you and you have every right to be. Despite what some may think of me I am aware of what most think, think that I am like. However this is me merely not wishing to dirty my hands with those who are innocent. You are not so far gone from saving but I am afraid James will lead you to a destructive path. A path where he will turn on you and leave you alone. That is until I come and slay you both down rather than just James. But if you listen to my warning you will not be touched by any one that is associated with me. I will make sure of this, so what is it that you are doing this for?

Not even giving Kendra a chance to answer Onikage bluntly states.

Onikage: Love? Do you have some thought that a creature like James is able to have this emotion? I'm afraid you once again show your foolishness in your youth Miss Norton. There is no such thing as love any more, it only exists in fairy tales.

JJ: I don't know about that sens-

Onikage: Not now JJ, you see Miss Norton is it a fairly simple matter. While you have thoughts of this love James has thoughts of lust. Thoughts of your body and nothing else but that, he is after all a monster. It is not like he is going to seek a family from you, a nice little white fence in a great big house in the nice side of town. He'll be looking for one night of passionate and sinful love before he burns the very flesh off your heart. Not aware of the damage he truly is inflicting on you, not seeing you for any thing besides a quick fix. It is how his type of people are, always will be and always have been.

Onikage continues to pace slightly with his eyes staring straight into Kendra's. As if trying to look for some thing, any thing, perhaps the slightest weakness and striking upon it.

Kendra: Oh... you think you're so slick & know everything, don't you?

Kendra takes a step forward right into Onikage's face.

Kendra: One - Love has nothing to do with our partnership, merely a respect for the other's abilities. And two...

Kendra gives a grin... an eerie one, at that.

Kendra: Who knows, maybe I'm the one who's lusting here. Maybe I'm the one who's wanting a night of "passionate & sinful love." Maybe he's the one love struck & I'm the monster! You take that into account?!

Kendra pauses & a confident smirk comes across her face.

Kendra: You think you have all the answers & think you know everything... You're dead wrong.

A soft hiss like chuckle escapes Onikage's mouth at Kendra's out burst.

Onikage: It is amusing how so many young people as if it proves any thing will try to disagree with some one else. The truth is quite plainly in sight for those who choose to look closely enough Miss Norton. You may claim you are a monster-

JJ: I'd agree with that...[/mumbling]

Onikage: -but it is not in you yet to be that type of person. James on the other hand it is as clear as your defensiveness over the affection you have for him. I never claim to know every thing or have all the answers. I am merely a man trying to do his part in making this world a better place.

A almost sympathetic expression seems to cross over Onikage's face under the mask.

Onikage: While I do send my apologizes to you for falling for one of the men that happens to be my target there is nothing on that I can do. I in a way pity you for making yourself believe that his feelings of your relationship are purely based on each other's abilities. However I am not your enemy here Miss Norton, whether you choose to believe that is of your own will.

Onikage walks to the left of Kendra over to JJ.

JJ: I told you she wouldn't listen sensei, she's too stubborn for her own good.

JJ glares at the woman who two weeks in a row made him tap out.

Onikage: Never the less I tried and that is what counts JJ.

He tilts his head to the side so out of the corner of his eye he can peak back at Kendra.

Onikage: I have given you my warning Miss Norton. I do not want to but if you leave me with no choice I will bloody my hands with your blood too. There won't be another warning, you understand this I would hope.

Onikage appears rather calm all things considered where as his student JJ looks ready to strike in case Kendra tries to jump either one of them.

Kendra: *with enough sarcasm to fill a 55 gallon drum* Crystal clear, Ghandi.

Onikage: *Chuckles* It was nice chatting with you Miss Norton. Come JJ.

Without another word Onikage begins to walk down the hall way. JJ sticks his tongue out at Kendra before hurrying after his master as we cut away.

[align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align]

We cut right outside a locker room, the little (or not so little for that matter) name plate on the door reads “Carlos Kane”. Two heads walk into the camera’s view blocking the name plate however. Well technically one is a fat head and one is a paper bag covering some thing. As the camera pans out it is to no one’s surprise the manager of the superstars, Smarty Smark and his assistant Paper Bag Man. Once again Paper Bag Man is holding his clipboard with a list of names and is already shaking slightly.

PBM: Remember last time with Swytch and Jim sir?

Smarty Smark: Yeah?

PBM: Well they weren’t angry about any thing when they gave us the responses they did. He has a bit more of a reason to be in a foul mood right now, maybe...maybe we should do this another day?

Smarty Smark turns and faces his assistant glaring at him for several moments in silence. It seems his glare only makes Paper Bag Man more nervous about the potentially lethal situation they are entering.

PBM: ...Please?

His boss remains silent and continues to glare at Paper Bag Man for even longer. Finally he replies by slapping Paper Bag Man upside the head and snatching the clipboard away from him.

Smarty Smark: Fucking coward, I’ll do a solo mission if Mister Noob is too afraid to go along with me.

PBM: *Sighs* I’ll come...

Without even bothering to knock Smarty Smark pushes open the locker room door and the duo enter Hype’s domain. They turn the corner and Carlos looks up from his sitting position on the couch with his UEC around his waist. Not looking his prettiest from the beat down the previous week. Quickly Paper Bag Man pulls out a tape recorder pushing play and a round of applause rings out from it. Casually Smarty Smark lifts up his hands as if he were calming a crowd and Carlos.

Smarty Smark: Greetings Mister Kane, I’m sure you are aware of who I am.

Hype: ...

Smarty Smark: *Cutting off Hype before he can utter a single word* Of course you do, well I am here on some business today with you. I am giving you a once in a life time offer that you couldn’t possibly even begin to think of refusing.

Smarty Smark walks over towards the couch andstops just a little ways from it. He rests his foot up on Hype’s coffee table in front of the couch. While he leans forward and sets his arms on his now lifted knee.

Smarty Smark: Now I know you’ve had some trouble with some other “managerial services” in the past. But that is the past my friend, you need to be looking towards the future. That’s what we do here at the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark. We look to the future and what we can do for our clients and potential clients to get them the future they want. Paper Bag Man, the chart please.

For the first time the camera actually picks up the back pack PBM is wearing as he slides it off. He unzips it and pulls out a large chart and a metal set of tray like legs they set it on. The chart at the top reads “Smarty Smark and Smark’s Chart of Success”. The first and lowest, darkest colored bar shows a picture of Swytch below it. The second slightly higher bar has a picture of Jim under it and is a bit brighter. A third bar which is even higher and brighter than the other two has a picture of Madison Lee under it. The fourth is the biggest and brightest of the first four and has a picture of Extreme Ninja #2 on it. Only one bar remains and it nearly touches the top of the chart and is the brightest nearly a yellow. It reads under it “Insert a Legendary Figure”. Smarty Smark pulls out a thin metal pointer and slaps it across the area between Swytch and Jim.

Smarty Smark: Currently you are just about around here Carlos. But with the help of the managerial services of Smarty Smark and Smark we can take you from that to this.

He quickly moves his pointer along the chart to the tallest bar and smacks the pointer against it a few times.

Hype: You must be out of your god damned mind..

Smarty Smark: Why? Well just look think of what Smarty Smark and Smark can do for you Carlos. Already you are a Ultimate Endurance Championship holder, you’ve competed against some of the top names in this business. With all this potential just going to waste compare that to the potential Extreme Ninja #2 had before we got a hold of the lad. Only one win to his name and was seen as a complete utter joke. Now what is he? On the fast track to being the reigning FIW World Cruiserweight Champion is what.

Hype: So! what your saying is...ME! Carlos Kane Ultimate Endurance Champion! biggest draw in the history of this company! Merchandise flying off the shelves! A bank balance with more O's than a box of cheerios! should just forget about all that...and sign you to represent me because you happen to manage some complete and utter nobody who happens to have won a few matches?

Smarty Smark: That’s my point! If we were able to do that with Ninja think of what we could get you to? We could make you the first ever FIW Triple Crown Champion! We could make ensure your record is a smash hit on the pop charts. I have connections my friend, connections that could get you to the top of the food chain!

Hype: So let me get this perfectly clear, crystal in fact! YOU barge into MY locker room with...with whatever the hell he is one week on from the night Dante Coles returned and planted my head in the middle of the canvas! TWO WEEKS on from Swytch busting my head wide open leaving me a bloodied and battered mess and on tonight a night where I get to rip that whore limb from limb! YOU barge into my locker room? you must be out of your god damned mind!

Smarty Smark smiles but it is quite apparent he is trying to hold back and subside some rage building up towards Carlos. Though honestly it looks like it isn’t worrying Hype too much if Smarty likes him or not.

Smarty Smark: Most importantly Carlos you need some one who has your back. With the alliance that seems to have been made to take you out of TNT I don’t think you can go this alone. But Paper Bag Man and I can help make sure every thing stays nice and fair for you. So what happened last week doesn’t occur to you again. I mean c’mon do you think Kennedy will want a fair fight with you? Do you think Dante will want a fair fight with you?

Hype: Do you even realise where you are right now? Fo' Real? look around! do you even realise where you are? I could give a rats ass what Kennedy and Dante Coles do, it dosen't matter!

It appears Smarty Smark managed to hit a nerve with Carlos since the reigning UEC is steadily getting mad. Being the business man that he is though Smarty tries to smooth things over.

Smarty Smark: You’ll get murdered though if you go it alone, with us you’ll be ensured victory over those two. We are not the type to sell out our clients after all. We are like family with them, like homies. So...are you my nigga?

Smarty Smark smiles brightly while his assistant Paper Bag Man slaps his hand against his forehead area. Slowly Paper Bag Man shakes his head and begins to shake again as Carlos Kane stares at Smarty Smark like he just spoke in gibberish. Calmly Carlos plants his palms against the couch and pushes himself up to his feet. He towers over Smarty Smark and more and more anger replaces the calm in Carlos’ face. With this more and more Smarty Smark’s smile becomes weaker and weaker.

Hype: Why don't I give you a small preview of how Carlos Kane handles his business!

Smarty Smark: Oh shit!

Ducking the ample fist of Carlos Smarty Smark makes a run for the door. Hype tries to chase after him but SS’ assistant thinking fast shoves the chart into Carlos’ way and makes a run for it too. Smarty Smark peaks out from around the corner for one moment and shouts at Carlos.

Smarty Smark: I think your music is loud annoying poem reading crap any ways!

In a fit of rage Carlos tosses his ash tray on the coffee table at Smarty Smark. The manager’s eyes widen and he narrowly avoids it by pulling his head back around the corner. After a few moments the locker room door is heard shutting and Carlos sits back down. Looking to be in an even worse mood than he was to begin with.

Hype: Are you my nigga? That boy is out of his god damned mind.

And with that last comment on this whole ordeal by Carlos we cut away.

[align=center]The arena goes dark as Waterproof Blonde's "Just Close Your Eyes" plays, on the screen visions of a flaming dragon are seen, cross sectioning with Shannon Micheals' face looking down and him walking through the streets at night.

"To see inside my eyes
And all I was told I should see
Opinons not mine
The person they taught me to be
When lying in the dark
A vision of someone like you
And inside the darkness I saw
A voice I knew"


As the guitar riff starts the lights come on, white lights flash red and back to white as a black clad figure is seen walking the entranceway, his arms visable through the sleeveless trenchcoat. His face hidden under the hood, his long black and red hair wet down his face.

"Inside me a light was turned on
And then I was alive
If you close your eyes
Your life will make it to reveal
Did you never learn to stop
Never heal
In the darkness I can take you to the other side
Find me waiting there
You'll see if you just close your eyes"


Shannon gets down to the ring and jumps over the top rope, he flips the hood back and outstretches his arms.[/align]

MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and has a 20 minute time limit! Introducing first, from Dallas, TEXAS! Standing Five feet, Eleven inches. Weighing in tonight at Two hundred and Twenty Five pounds... SHAHHHHHHHHHHNNON! MICHEALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLS!

He gets a polite pop, but there's the fans in the audience who remembers his tomfoolery on Slam, so het gets a boo or two too. I don't blame him. Screwing a married chick? Not cool.

JH: Now this superstar's been awful lucky the last few weeks. Althou a newcomer, he's definately made quite an impact on TNT so far.

TM: That's for sure. With the slot he wasted at the Grand Prix, oh and my favorite - the typos in his name. He probably doesn't even have the mental capacity to spell his name right.

JH: You've never heard of a gimmick, have you? Maybe it's his gimmick to spell things wrong.

TM: Gimmick. . . ?

JH: Stupid mark.

MA: And the opponent...

The TNT’Tron lit up with the text “Mister Ordinary” before images of various Onikage matches flashed across the screen. While it did the opening riffs of Onikage’s theme song began to blast over the P.A. system. Slowly eight young looking men that sported Onikage t-shirts walked out onto the platform each with a flag in hand. They split up into four on each side. From closest down on the right side they hold the American flag, the Japanese flag, the Canadian flag and the German flag. On the left side from closest down they hold the Mexican flag, the Cuban flag, the English flag, and the Chinese flag. Slowly two figures emerged from behind the black curtain. The one in front is slightly shorter and looks like another young man who sported a Onikage t-shirt and waved proudly a flag with the TNT logo and Onikage’s image plastered on front of it. Behind the kid is none other than Onikage himself in his in-ring gear plus a wind breaker black and white jacket zipped up.


[align=center]EVERY DAY I FEEL SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I GET ORDINARY![/align]


Onikage raised his arms up in a X symbol and revealed his black taped up palms and wrists. On the back of the palms with a white marker he’s marked each with two Xs making the straight edge xXx symbol. Then as if it were a awesome display of pyro a few firecrackers are lit and tossed behind the group from the young man in front of Onikage. They go off one after the other and once finished Onikage returned to walking further down the platform with his students carrying the flags in hand.


[align=center]STUCK IN A LOOP FEELING SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I FEEL SO DAMN ORDINARY![/align]


Onikage entered the ring and kneeled down as the lights went out. Rather then a big expensive and fancy spot light shown down onto him a few of his students have appeared to have gotten up on the turnbuckles. They quickly switched on their flash lights and shined the rather dim lights down on their teacher. With a flick of his wrist Onikage unzips his jacket and tossed it to the side while he stood up. The lights return back on while the students get off of the two turnbuckles they were on. The main student who carried the Onikage/TNT flag hands it over to the American flag holder while he enters the ring with a micro phone.

JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages and… Miss Madison Lee. Japan, Mexico and the great state of Michigan proudly bring to you a man who is an international superstar. A man who is by all means ordinary and yet has reached levels of sheer greatness beyond the general public’s understand, and Slam’s roster’s. He weighs in at a lean and sexy two fifty. And stands at a massive total of six feet and two inches, plus ten inches if you catch my drift. He is a former two time Extreme Chaos Champion, a former Evolution Champion and a former record breaking three time FIW World Tag Team Champion. HEEEEEEEE! ISSSSSSSSSS! OOOOOOOOONIKAAAAAAAAGE!

Onikage proudly crosses his arms again while his students rather than tossing streamers toss toilet paper instead over his head in a streamer fashion. The fans booed every minute of it while Onikage simply soaked it in.

JH: Well fans, this individual still just downright sickens me. I... I just can't get that image of Jim hanging on that X at Vendetta out of my head. He was being held up, I dunno, ten, fifteen feet of the ground by BARBWIRE. And the fact that he orchestrated it all-

TM: Oh, but all the beatings and lives Jim's destroyed over his run, now that's okay?[/sarcasm]

JH: I'm not denying TNT's Monster has done some horrible, God-awful things on TNT. But he's still a human being. And he's been trying to change his ways. Unfortunately Onikage just doesn't believe in second chances.

Michael Anderson hops from the ring and Logan Black lands in flies and lands in the ring with his Jetpack and signals for Timmy The Timekeeper to...

[align=center]DING DING DING![/align]

Onikage and Shannon charge and Tie Up. With a Standing Switch, Oni quickly swivels to a Rear Waistlock, but as soon as it's applied Shannon reverses with a Rear Wasitlock of his own. Oni breaks the hold and slides down with a Drop Toe Hold on Shannon, sending him face first to the mat. Oni pivots around, then locking in a Front Facelock. Oni underhooks one of the arms and rolls him over for the pinfall...

[align=center]ONE!

T - KICKOUT!
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Shannon kicks out and whirls to his feet. Oni charges with a Haymaker, but Shannon ducks and grabs ahold of Oni's wrist and throws him to the ropes. Oni rebounds right into a Scoop Slam, but Oni slides out of behind Shannon! Oni spins Shannon around and whips him to the ropes. Oni ducks for a Back Body Drop, but Shannon leapfrogs over Onikage. Onikage turns around right into a boot to his midsection from Shannon! Shannon grabs Oni's forearm and whips him to the ropes once again. Shannon ducks but Onikage flips himself over Shannon with a Sunset Flip!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!
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Shannon rolls out of the pinning predictament and then rolls Oni into one with a Jackknife pin!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!
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Both grapplers roll backwards and palm theirselves up to a standoff. The smarks in the first few front rows of the ARCO Arena mark out like crazy (tECKNICKEL wRESLING iz teh aWEZOME, doodz!!!1) while the rest of the arena either politely claps either man's abilities.

JH: So if you're Shannon Micheals, how do you defeat a man like Onikage?

TM: Onikage is a very well rounded wrestler. He can work on the mat, he can brawl with the best of 'em, in an instance like this he could work the power game. And, although it'd displeasure me, he could even work a few arial moves into his repitoire. So if your Shannon Micheals, you need to focus on trying to counter Onikage's moveset and use his speed and spots to his advantage.

Oni and Shannon circle, then Tie Up. Onikage grabs at the wrist and spins out of the tie up, Shannon's wrist in tow, with an Arm Wringer. Shannon rolls through, bypasses behind Onikage and flips Onikage over with an Arm Drag. Oni quickly revolves to a knee ONLY TO GET DROPKICKED OUT OF THE RING BY MICHEALS!

JH: Very impressive early on by Micheals. That's a former International Champion and former Tag Team Champion he's taking to the woodshed.

TM: Hardly, Jonathan. These two have never squared off against one another on TNT, so Onikage is still in the early stages of feeling out Shannon.

K, that wasn't homo-erotic, was it? The whole "feeling out" line? No? Okay, I'll take your word for it. Onikage climbs to his feet speedily, but Shannon meanwhile doesn't just sit midring and let Oni catch his breath. Micheals charges the ropes AND LAUNCHES HIMSELF OVER THE ROPES AT ONIKAGE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!

JH: Wow! Amazing tope from Shannon Micheals! He's really taking it to Onikage right now.

Micheals rolls himself off of Onikage and throws his fists to the air, welcoming in the warm and fuzzy reaction from the crowd. He then leans over and grabs a handful of Onikage's hair and launches a knee to Oni's midsection!, the whips him into the barricade! Shannon approaches Oni who's hung up on the barricade and throws a right hand into Onikage's mush! And another! Shannon then grabs ahold of another handful of hair and rolls Onikage back into the ring.

JH: Micheals working Onikage early on, certainly has the advantage so far.

Onikage rolls into the ring and slowly climbs to a knee. Meanwhile, Shannon Micheals climbs up the turnbuckles. He reaches the top rope while Onikage groggily gets to his feet. With much stirring and murmering from the crowd, Shannon leaps from the top rope onto Onikage ONLY TO BE POWERBOMBED TO THE MAT!

JH: Powerb-

Onikage keeps the Bomb applied, lifts, AND SLAMS MICHEALS TO THE MAT AGAIN WITH ANOTHER POWERBOMB!

JH: Multiple Powerb- NO! THAT'S THE F-BOMB! Jim O'Brien's signature manuever!

TM: And he did it better than Jim too! Ha ha!

Even with the mask on, you know Oni's gotta be smiling ear to ear with that manuever. He raises a fist to the air, nodding in self appreciation of his work. He grabs ahold of Shannon and brings him to his feet. He scoops Shannon up INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER!

JH: No! He's gonna give Micheals the Burning Hammer!

TM: Burning Hammer on free TV?! All right!

Oni paces around the ring cockily, but the crowd then absolutlely EXPLODES! Onikage turns only to find that Jim O'Brien is making his way down the aisle!

JH: Oh my! Business is about to pick up!

O'Brien makes his way to the ring and climbs over the ropes. Onikage drops Micheals off of his shoulders and charges at Jim and nails an Elbow right into Jim's jaw! But Jim No sells it and launches an Elbow right into Onikage's temple! And another! Jim spins and nails a third Elbow right into Onikage's face!

JH: Roaring Elbow!

Onikage stumbles backwards to the ropes. Jim charges AND CLOTHESLINES ONIKAGE OUT OF THE RING!

JH: With authority! Jim's here and... Well, he's pissed!

Onikage clutches at his back as he climbs to his feet. His students crowding around him like his own form of Secret Service. But back in the ring, Shannon Micheals has made it to his feet, and he doesn't look pleased in the least at Jim's appearance. He grabs ahold of Jim's massive shoulder and spins him around! Shannon gets right in Jim's face, yelling and saying things I'm sure his mother wouldn't approve. So how does Jim react? How do ya think?! JIM GRABS AHOLD OF MICHEALS and SCOOPS HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER! JIM THEN DROPS HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE MAT!

JH: BURRRRRNING HAMMAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Jim palms himself to his feet after that Burning Hammer to Shannon Micheals. He then barks for Michael Anderson's mic, to which he recieves and looks over to Shannon Micheals.

O'Brien: First off... Shannon... Don't take that Burning Hammer personal. I just got my ass kickin' boots on today.

Ooh, where can I get me a pair? Onikage might know. As he climbs to his feet and looks up evily at Jim, pondering where he can get a pair of ass-kicking boots.

O'Brien: Onikage... You listen to me. I'm gettin' awful sick of this. Spot this, Kendra that, Daddy blah blah blah. So I'm sayin' this - Deja Vu. You and me. Last Encounter, Final chapter, whatever the hell you wanna call it! Point is... After Deja Vu , our shit's over.

Onikage in response snarls at Jim's offer as he leans against the side of the walk way. Quickly a stage hand rushes over and hands him a micro phone. It takes him a few moments to regain his breath. But after he finally replies in a slightly out of breath voice.

Onikage: You enter my match, cost me a sure victory and then have the gull to challenge me? James, I proved you once before that I am the better over all wrestler....

He stands up straight and spits to the side of him before he resumes.

Onikage: You see, as I told you then I did not even attempt to crush you. I merely out smarted you and that proved to be a far greater impact on your mind. Just like my conversation with Miss Norton seems to have lured you right to the palm of my hand once more.

Jim begins to charge towards the side of the ring but the referee blocks him. Onikage nearly hops right over the barrier until he realizes the referee has Jim under control.

Onikage: But it seems you leave me with no other choice. I accept your challenge, James O'Brien, to teach you yet ANOTHER lesson why I am all around... just... better than you. So choose your poison and you can dance with the devil one more time at Deja Vu.

A eerie smirk crosses over the lips of Onikage as he stares up at Jim in the ring.

Onikage: But remember James, you were the one who wanted this. You were the one who wanted to stare the dark abyss that is your future in the face one more time.

'My Enemy' explodes back over the PA and our camera closes up on Onikage.

JH: Oh my God! Jim and Onikage at Deja Vu!

TM: It'll be the war to settle the score, Jonathan! And no doubt Kendra Norton and JJ are gonna get involved with it as well!

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The TNT camera cuts backstage to the break room where several of TNT’s staff members are sitting around enjoying their drinks or their treats. Also sitting in the break room is none other than TNT superstar Alex Evans. It seems he is enjoying a cup of coffee and a bag of chips from the vending machine. However Alex isn’t getting a chance to enjoy his snack for too long as a duo walk up to the side of his chair. Not looking up from whatever it is he is reading Alex seems to realize some one is there.

Alex: Look I‘m really not in the mood for interviews or whatever the hell you want, so fuck off, ok?

A annoying snorting like laughter rings out enough to bring Alex’s eyes up from the table to who is standing to the side of him. The camera pans out to reveal it is the self proclaimed manager of the superstars Smarty Smark and his assistant Paper Bag Man.

Smarty Smark: No, you see we aren’t fans Mister Evans we are from the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark. We are here to give you the offer of a life time. Mind if I have a seat?

Before Alex can answer Smarty’s question the duo sit down in the seats beside Alex Evans. He seems a tad uncomfortable with this disturbance by Smarty Smark and his lackey.

PBM: *Pointing to the bag of chips* Can I have one?

Alex: You really want me to answer that question?

PBM: Hehehehe...okay forget I asked...

Smarty Smark: Ahem, any ways Mister Evans what I offer you is my managerial skills. You see you are quite the talented fellow; you have the marketable looks and have the charisma to connect with the fans. But as great as you are let’s be truthful here not many consider you a threat here.

Alex: What the hell does that mean, your lucky I don‘t show you why I am a wrestling god.

Smarty Smark: Whoa whoa whoa calm down Mister Evans I am not meaning to insult you. My point is with the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark you’ll be seen as a threat. We’ll ensure you that people will treat you with the respect you rightfully deserve. As well as you will be ensured the championships and championship shots that you rightfully deserve.

Alex: I don‘t or will never need someone‘s help to get title shots, got me?

The snorting like giggle of Smarty Smark rings out once more after Evans’ comments which seems to further frustrate Mr. Highspot.

Smarty Smark: I figured you’d pull that card but allow me to show you the proof to rest your mind at ease. Extreme Ninja #2 I’ve been managing recently and with one match Mister Evans, with one match I’ve taken him from being seen even more lowly than you...to...a man who is a future champion. I’ve made him into some thing that generally people consider a even bigger threat than you. A long way from being made a fool of by you several weeks back, eh?

Alex: Your clients lucky I haven‘t destroyed him after KO‘in me in that match and besides, he hasn‘t even been given a title shot.

Smarty Smark: Yes he isn’t a champion yet but as long as we are by his side I can ensure you that gold will be put around his waist very soon. But then imagine what we could do with you, Alex Evans, Mr. Highspot. A man with even more potential and with even more talent, with even more marketability like yourself. Why with us by your side you’d be soon enough the youngest Dual Crown Champion ever! The money! The power! The women! You’d have every thing you ever could dream of plus much much more. All I ask is you sign this contract on the dotted line...

With the snap of his fingers Paper Bag Man sets a brief case on top of the table. He unlocks it and opens it presenting a contract within it. Quickly he hands it over to Smarty Smark who holds it in front of Alex Evans. Smarty pulls out of his pants with his free hand a pen.

Alex: Hmm, you know your making a point…

At this comment Smarty Smark smiles brightly seeing that this potential client is all in the bag. Evans takes the contract from Smarty and looks it over one time with a smirk. He snatches the pen from Smarty Smark’s hand and looks ready to sign the dotted line. Suddenly he gets a puzzled look.

Alex: Wait I just realized something.

Smarty’s face vaults as Alex’s turns to aggression and he tosses the pen at PBM before he rips the contract in two.

Alex: I Don‘t need your god damn help, got me? I am Alex Evans, I am the future of TNT and guess what? I. DON’T. NEED. ANYONE!

The head manager of Smarty Smark and Smark looks beside himself while he stands up and PBM quickly does so as well. Glaring down at Alex who returns to reading his book Smarty Smark says with venom in his tone.

Smarty Smark: I hope Bill Kuriyama cripples you as you’ll never amount to any thing besides a pathetic loser. Bad move Alex, bad move indeed.

Before he goes Smarty Smark pulls out a 20 sided dice from his jacket’s pocket and tosses it onto the table. The dice slowly stops rolling as it nears Alex’s bag of chips. Both PBM and Smarty Smark wince at the results in a mocking fashion.

Smarty Smark: Well looks like the almighty di proves me correct in my hopes for what Bill has planned for you. G’day Alex.

With that said Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man take their leave leaving Alex Evans all alone once again. Once they are out of sight Alex looks up from his book and gazes at the 20 sided dice. In silence he stares at it for several moments before he picks it up and tosses it away scoffing slightly at it. The camera cuts else where after that.

"Shatter" tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT's Cajun sensations, the Tag Team Champions, The Merchants of Menace. Both appear as shadows silhouetted against the entrance, one slim and athletic, one gigantic and broad.

[align=center]“Coming around my senses torn
Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed
As long as you see it as long as you know
As long as you fake it nobody knows”
[/align]

MA: The following non-title contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, at a combined weight of 530 lbs…

The lights pick out the glinting gold that adorns their bodies as they make their way along the raised platform, Remy smiling that cocky smile as he glances about the arena, Carl focused on the ring with his usual calm stoicism.

MA: Carl Lucas and Remy Barteaux… the MERCHANTS! OF! MMMMMENAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!

As they reach for the ring the smaller of the two steps through the ropes and darts to a far corner, ascending the turnbuckle and throwing his arms out to the crowd as Mr Lucas steps over the top cable and moves toward ring centre.

[align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering
My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”
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Remy drops down, having absorbed enough love for one night, and joins his partner in the middle of the ring where both men remove their belts, hand them to the ref and ready themselves for the upcoming battle.

TM: Well, whaddya think, Hitchen? The hot chick and the cool dude, or King Kong and Gambit?

JH: Well, the Merchants are obviously a power in tag-team competition, as evidenced by those titles they just handed Richard Kelly, but April and Graver have also experienced tag-team success. Who knows? They could also be some tough competitors for the Merchants.

The tribal, pounding drums of Disturbed's "Ten Thousand Fists" thunder over our audience and the house lights drop black with blue lazers cutting through the darkness. Thin fog roils from the entryway as the guitars pick up and David Draiman SCREAMS "Survivor", then flows into the first verse.

[align=center]"One more goddamn day when I know what I want
And my want will be considered tonight. Consider tonight.
Just another day when all that I want will mark me
As a sinner tonight. I'm a sinner tonight, yeah!"
[/align]

Graver enters the arena and throws up some metal, throwing it so damn hard he goes back on one foot, then leans forward, free hand on his knee, shows the horns to a fan and turns it into a middle finger.

MA: And their opponents… first, making his way to the ring, from Detroit Michigan… he weighs in at 190 lbs… he is… GRRRRRRAVERRRRRRR!!!

Graver laughs and makes his way to the ring, pointing to fans and doling out well-deserved 'fuck you's. He enters the ring and bee-lines to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope and flipping off the fans once more before dismounting and turning around, likely to ogle April during her entrance. The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage with her Cruiserweight Championship around her waist, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring. She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope.

MA: And his tag-team partner… from Aurora, Ohio… she is your TNT Cruiserweight Champion… APRIL! LYYNNNN!!!

She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. April starts to drop her duster off her shoulders, but Graver sidles up beside her and “gentlemanly” removes it from her person, folding it and handing it to RK. April gives the whole situation an odd look before giving Richard her championship strap as well, and shrugging. Remy shoos Carl out of the ring with one hand and the big man steps over the ropes to balance on the apron. April looks at Graver and shrugs, leaving him in the ring to start. The bell rings, Remy hopping a bit on his toes, throwing a few practice punches at the air. Graver does a little shuffle, too, though it honestly looks like the bastard child of Eddie Gurerro’s titty dance and the robot. Remy has a good laugh, which causes Graver to become upset and charge the lithe Louisianan.

JH: Graver readying what looks to be a forearm smash…

TM: Oooh, no dice. Remy’s just too quick!

Indeed, the ragin’ cajun is behind Graver. He gives him a playful tap on the shoulder as Graver turns around, and WALLOPS him in the jaw with a right-hand chop! The force stumbles Graver the half a foot back into the corner, and Remy takes full advantage, grabbing Graver’s wrist and wrenching it around before hopping up onto the bottom rope and spring boarding some velocity into a hook kick that just BARELY sweeps above Graver’s head as the bleach-blonde body rocker uses Remy’s added momentum to shove him up, over the ropes, and out of the ring!

TM: Ingenius!

JH: On whose part? Remy for thinking of a springboard hook kick, or Graver for reversing it?

TM: YES!

Graver shrugs at his fortune and runs to the opposite end of the ring before rebounding off the ropes and running back, SAAAAILING over the top rope to CRASH into Remy who was just rising on the floor!

JH: DANGEROUS suicide dive into Remy!

Carl doesn’t seem too pleased by this action and drops off the apron. He grabs Graver by the shoulders of his shirt and FLINGS him into the ring, ripping off most of his shirt in the process. Graver FLOPS against the mat like an old rag doll.

JH: What strength! What SHEER POWER!!

TM: I’m tellin’ ya, Hitchen, that’s why the Merchants are the tag champs. Graver and April might be awesome, but Carl is the enforcer and the X-factor in this match.

JH: I can’t argue with that, for once, Thomas.

Carl plucks Remy off the mats and dusts him off, nodding at him to make sure he’s OK. Remy nods back and smiles, hopping neatly into the ring and planting a foot on Graver’s chest as a pinfall. RK drops…

ONE!

TW--Nope, Graver rolls out from under Remy’s foot.

JH: Not really surprised by that disgraceful pin not working.

TM: It was an insult, Jonathan. You think Remy honestly thought he could win so early in the match, and with just a boot on the Minister of Awesomocty’s chest?

Graver gets to his feet just in time to get a harsh chop across the chest from Remy. Fed up with getting beat up, Graver sneers and rakes his fingers across Remy’s eyes. RK immediately gets in Graver’s face like a good strapping young ref, but Graver just flips him off and claims Remy deserved it.

JH: More unsavory tactics… y’know, I think I’m beginning to understand what you’re always complaining about when you’re not interested in matches, Thomas.

TM: HOW THE HELL IS THIS MATCH NOT AWESOME!?

JH: *rolls eyes* Americans…

Remy blinks the sting out of his eyes and takes off his feet to DRIVE his leg into Graver’s throat!

JH: Stunning leg lariat from Remy Barteaux!

Remy and Graver both scramble back to their feet and collide again, but this time Graver takes the advantage by grabbing Remy by his pretty hair and SLAMMING him head-first into the mats!

JH: And of course, met with more unorthodox tactics from Graver…

TM: He’s the man, Johnny! He gets it done!

Graver then proceeds to stomp on Remy’s chest and shoulders before reaching back and tagging in the lovely April Lynn! The crowd pops as Graver holds open the ropes for her. April shakes her head and steps through, instantly snapping her focus back on the match at hand. Her mouth screws up and her eyes squint with disgust for Remy as she gives him a good stomp as well before lifting him to his feet. Remy’s head lolls, and April sends him to the ropes where he not only runs back-first into Graver’s knee, but gets caught on the rebound with a STUNNING back body drop!

JH: April Lynn just LAUNCHED Remy skyward!

TM: Yeah, well, you can’t keep a good man down, Hitchen.

JH: You can try awful hard, though, like Remy’s boss is trying--

TM: WELL Remy’s back up again. Lookit that.

JH: Yeah, it looks Like Remy’s been dropped on his chest one too many times. He’s favoring those ribs.

Indeed he is. Remy doesn’t seem too inclined to continue with his ribs hurting bad enough to clutch. He slaps his hand across Carl’s. The big man looks at him and sighs. Remy shrugs and Carl shakes his head, entering the ring.

TM: Talk about David vs. Goliath. Except in this story, David is a chick with boobies.

April exhales in psych-up, and SPLITS into a charging dash that clips Carl across one of his big legs.

TM: What the hell!? That was, like, some kind of Mega Man shit! Dash attack! Quick! Unleash Drill Man’s weapon!

Carl seems annoyed by the slide into his leg and grabs April by the back of her shirt, jerking her to her feet. He shakes his head and DECAPITATES April with the quickest clothesline you’ve ever seen a big man throw.

JH: What an incredibly stiff move from Carl Lucas, April could certainly be injured.

Both Carl and Remy visibly wince at the force of the blow, Carl himself shaking his head. He picks April up and sighs, whipping her to the corner. April takes it all in the chest and hugs the buckle. Carl approaches from behind, but gets JACKED IN THE JAW BY A SUPERKICK FROM APRIL!!

JH: DAMN! What a kick! Way to play opossum, April!

Carl turns around from the force of her foot to his jaw, and April hops up onto the second rope, then jumps off and DRIVES Carl face-first into the mats!

JH: Top rope bulldog! April’s got a full head of steam, folks, and she isn’t giving up yet!

Looking to continue the punishment on Carl’s legs, April attempts to wrap them up in a figure 4. However, it seems a bit difficult due to the sheer thickness of his thighs.

JH: Looks like April’s having some trouble with that figure 4.

TM: It’s an intricate hold, Hitchen, and Carl’s legs are anything but intricate.

April finally gives up and dashes to the side before back flipping square into the space of canvas Carl recently occupied.

JH: Oooh, missed that moonsault.

TM: Yeah, that was kinda rookie, Jonathan. I mean, April’s no rookie. I think she’s flustered about something. Probably all the hot sex she and Graver are going to have.

JH: They are NOT having sex.

TM: They are in THIS peep show, baby! *points to head*

I use that joke WAY too much. Anyway, Carl pulls April up off the mat before hoisting her up onto his shoulders and pressing her upward. April struggles and wriggles, but Carl does a superior job of keeping her from reversing the showoffy gorilla press.

JH: Y’know, April’s got guts and skill, and Graver’s a nasty cheat, but I think you’re right, Thomas. I just don’t know how either of them can really hope to stand up to Carl’s sheer power in full force…

Carl drops April back to his shoulders and falls backward, crushing her with a NASTY Samoan drop.

TM: BAM! April just took a little trip down to Old Town! I hope she picks up some of their fashion sense.

Carl folds April up for the pin, and Richard Kelly drops to give the ring a few high fives.

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TWO!!

TH--NO!
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April kicks the majority of Carl’s big body off of her. April doesn’t pop right up, though, and Carl is free to pull her to her feet. He makes a fist with her neck in it, and TWANGS her through the air, SQUARE into Graver!

JH: IMPRESSIVE choke toss by Carl Lucas!

TM: Taking out two birds with one sexy stone, Hitchen!

April, of course, hit the inside ropes, but the force knocked Graver off the apron and down to the mats. Graver hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring, furious, but RK stops him. Graver argues that the physical contact between himself and April counts as a tag, and RK can’t argue, so he allows Graver to press on. Unfortunately for Graver, Carl was waiting for just such an instance, and he PLOWS into Graver with a DEADLY clothesline!

JH: STIFF lariat with more power behind it than we’ve seen all match!

TM: Carl is REALLY gonna wanna lay into Graver, especially after all those gay jokes Graver makes about him and Remy.

JH: Like the ones you always make about me?

TM: What’s that? You use a bidet to clean your vagina after you use the bathroom? What an interesting fact, Hitchen.

JH: You’re obscene.

Graver scrambles back to his toes, looking for a… … well, anything really. He gets nothing, though. Carl is too much of a giant ass-kicking man-monster and has far too many lariats to dispose upon Graver. A second one seemingly bounces Graver back up to his feet, only to get taken down by a THIRD stiff arm across the chest. This time Graver stays put, and Carl heaves a breath of accomplishment.

TM: Well, Graver just got painted into the canvas.

JH: We’re gonna need a pretty high-power stain remover for that.

Carl grabs Graver by the arm and yanks him to his feet before scooping him up and spinning him in the air, then FLATTENING him back against the mat with a heavy-duty power slam!

JH: Carl’s just making Graver his whipping boy in this match.

TM: I don’t like Graver and April’s chances, Hitchen. Carl’s got a mean streak about poor Graver.

JH: Who doesn’t!?

Carl rolls Graver up again, but the little man manages to get both fists wrapped around the bottom rope before RK even drops to his knees. He points this out and Carl sighs, grabbing Graver by his legs and pulling his body up off the ground. Graver refuses to let go, but the pain of stretching is too much and he finally does, WHUMPing against the mat a few feet away. Carl rolls him up again, and RK drops.

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

THRE-NO!
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JH: He’s determined to stay in this thing, is Graver. It’s rare to see him care about something so much, when it isn’t boobies.

TM: Ahhh, Hitchen, but he’s helping out April! And April has boobies!

JH: Way to defeat any ounce of merit Graver ever had.

Carl shakes his head at Graver’s resolve and plucks him off the mat. He forces him between his legs and swings him upright, but Graver manages to wriggle in mid-air so that he does not end up with his legs around Carl’s neck, but instead appears to be getting carried bride-style by the chocolate giant. Carl narrows his eyes at this tomfoolery as Graver grins and waves his fingers at him, when all of a sudden… CRACK!!

JH: And down he goes! April Lynn just ran in and chop blocked Carl’s knee right out from under him!

Carl topples backward to the mat, and Graver’s positioning allows him to draw a leg across Carl’s massive neck as he goes. The impact causes Carl to cough loudly. Graver takes this as a sign and throws his body over Carl. RK drops, eyeing April, but she’s well on her way out of the ring, via an OVER THE TOP ROPE CROSS-BODY TO REMY!! They both tumble to the floor as RK counts!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!


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MA: Here are your winners… by pinfall… April Lynn… and! GRRRRAVERRRRRR!!!

JH: I can’t believe that little runt pulled it out!

TM: Yay, Hitchen! YAY! Graver and April have proved they kick all kinds of flavors of ass! It’s excellent!

The camera, like it seems to like to do, cuts to the office of TNT general manager Madison Lee. With her lazily tapping her pen on a piece of paper it seems she's waiting for some one. Suddenly the cup of water on her desk begins to shake. At first it is subtle, however it steadily grows till even Miss Lee notices it. Then she hears it, at first it's faint but it steadily increases. It sounds like.... music? To be more exact the Imperial March song from Star Wars. The bass on whatever is playing it is so loud now her entire desk is shaking. One of her plants tip over as her door is kicked open. Shaking violently as he holds a boom box is none other than PBM. Indeed the boom box appears to be the source of this evil tune of bassnesss. He marches forward in front of Madison's desk and sets the boom box on it. Causing her desk to shake worse than it was to begin with. Thankfully Paper Bag Man presses stop on it and the music ceases. However to Madison's dismay he pulls out a microphone from his pants' pocket.

PBM: He is the manager of superstars and the head manager of the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark....HEEEEE ISSSSSS SSSSSSMMMMMMMMAAARRRRRRTYYYYYYYYYY SMMMMMMMARRRRRRK!!!

Smarty Smark hops through the door way wearing his typical gear besides a pair of sun glasses. He looks upward and snatches his glasses off. His gut expands as he takes a large inhale.

Smarty Smark: …SMARK!

PBM pulls out the tape from the boom box and flips it around before putting it back in and pushing play. Applause now rings out from the stereo while Smarty Smark bows to a imaginary crowd.

Madison gives the boom box a nudge, causing it slide off the desk and sail into the floor, ceasing any sound as we're left wondering if it's still operable.

Madison: Gee, thanks so much for making an appointment this time, Mr. Smark. Now my next favor is to stop entering my office in such a manner. It's not only annoying but it's tacky.

Smarty Smark shakes his head at what he seems to think is the ignorance of Madison.

Smarty Smark: Now now Miss Lee it's called having style, I know, a much foreign concept to one who use to get laid by a meterosexual whiner jobber like Max Corona. But yeah I made a appointment simply because I figured you'd need time to prepare a contract for Ninja's Cruiserweight title shot. Since not every one can be oh so gifted to have a genius level I.Q. like myself. See? I try to think of you inferior beings too.

PBM claps quickly for his boss at being oh so kind. However he slowly turns his head seeing Madison's expression and his applause ceases.

Smarty Smark: So where is it Miss GM?

Madison: Oh. You want to know when Extreme Ninja #2's Cruiserweight Title match is. Um… right after Extreme Ninja #1 gets his shot.

Without even giving Smarty Smark a chance to be confused by Madison's comment, she continues.

Madison: You see, oh Wise One. While we're talking about inferiority. Do I need to remind you of your lack of listening skills? I very plainly stated that IF your client won his match, which he did. Although it required major assistance from you. But whatever. I said I'd take a title shot under advisement and that I MIGHT give him a title shot. There was never a guarantee, Mr. Smark. But I can see how someone of your… "genius level" might hear it differently.

If there is one thing Smarty Smark hates more than being told he's wrong, it's being PROVEN he is wrong. The self proclaimed manager of the superstars looks like a cherry in the face. He forces a very sour smile on his ample and now red face.

Smarty Smark: A win is a win Miss Lee though I have no idea of these things you claim. Yes I helped my client by advising him but any thing besides that could be seen as slander on your part. I however could see how some one of your intelligence level could mistake me merely advising my client as major assistance.

Paper Bag Man looks at the wall and nods his head at it, still staring at it he adds.

PBM: Yeah there is quite the difference indeed, after all Smarty Smark never hit Carl in any sort of way. You got nothing on him Miss Lee, nothing at all.

Smarty Smark: To your left moron.

PBM: Oh...

Paper Bag Man turns to his left now facing Madison and points at her.

PBM: Nothing.

Rolling his eyes at his assistant Smarty Smark returns his full attention to Madison Lee. He walks a bit closer to her desk with still the sour smile on his face.

Smarty Smark: Though how you can possibly deny Ninja a title shot at the Cruiserweight title is beyond me. He single handedly despite you trying to drag his good name through the mud beat Carl Lucas, the biggest man on TNT. Much bigger than any cruiserweight and as you know April Lynn also beat Car Lucas. To my knowledge they are the only two cruiserweights ever to defeat him single handedly. That means they could be relatively on the same level and above all other cruiserweights.

Smarty's once sour smile turns into a rather arrogant smirk as the wheels in his warp mind begin to turn.

Smarty Smark: Further more Ninja did it with such ease compared to April that one could even go as far as to say he is better than her. So with these facts staring you in the face how can you simply deny Extreme Ninja #2 the right to a title shot he so justly earned?

PBM: Earned ON his own just in case your mind decided to slip into that silly idea we some how illegally aided him too.

Madison eyes the two smug gentleman standing before her. Or at least Smarty Smark's smug expression. I'd guess PBM has one too but who can tell?

Madison: Somehow? Mr. Smark never hit Carl? That's a very interesting take on what happened. And while, yes Ninja and April are the only Cruiserweights to pin Carl… shall we refer to video proof of just how Ninja was able to topple his large foe?

Madison produces a remote control that more than likely controls the television set just a few feet from this conversation.

Madison: You see, I know you're the kind of man who only responds to facts, Mr. Smark. So I prepared the closing moments of Ninja's match last week, just in case it was needed. You understand, right? Shall we?

Madison motions towards the television set, waiting for Smarty Smark's go ahead before pressing play. Paper Bag Man quickly looks towards a painting on Madison Lee's wall. But by his expression it looks like he was trying to look at his boss. Smarty Smark's smug features fail for a moment but he quickly appears smug once more.

Smarty Smark: We don't need to see it once more Miss Lee. We are quite aware of the events that were in the closing moments of the match. So then the rather simple question is if you are not giving Ninja his title shot, why did you follow through with seeing us? I can't possibly think of any other reason for you to want to have this chat with us besides your obvious crush on me.

PBM: Uhhh...maybe it was those Public Service Announcements sir?

His eyes shift to the side staring at his assistant and sighs with frustration.

Smarty Smark: I know noob, I was being sarcastic with that comment. Keep up here.

Madison: Oh. Thank you so much for reminding me… um… Bag Man. Public Service Announcements. First of all, I never approved such a thing. Mostly because they were… um, what's the word I'm looking for? Stupid. Dumb. Retarded. Waste of time. Second of all, you took away time from TNT's sponsors to run those. And believe me, you will be paying for the money I lost. I already talked it over your Daddy Dearest.

It's Madison's turn to be smug now. Having friends in high places is a very good thing. Especially when one of them is your arch-nemesis' daddy.

Madison: But now, onto your question. I've decided that Extreme Ninja #2 will receive his title opportunity. But just not for the Cruiserweight Championship. Having defied the odds and beaten someone the size of Carl Lucas is a rather impressive feat. I think I'd like to see him defy the odds once again. So I'm thinking next week… oh yeah. I can see it.

Madison holds her hands out before her, as if portraying a marquee for Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man.

Madison: Extreme Ninja #2 versus… SWYTCH! For the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP! That's ratings. That's ticket sales.

Paper Bag Man winces and seems to feel rather sympathetic for the fate that most would claim awaits Ninja come next Tuesday. His boss on the other hand looks for the first time ever with a look of determination on his face. He leans forward over the desk so Madison’s and his faces are inches apart.

Smarty Smark: I agree for once with you Miss Lee, that is indeed ratings. You know what will rack in those ratings even more? When my client takes the Dual Crown titles from that circus freak you call your champion. If you thought Carl was some thing impressive, just wait till next week Madison. I will guarantee you some thing very...VERY special. Swytch will regret the day he punched this gift horse in the face and you will regret the day when you decided to try and to out play me at my own game. Tuesday, all your bases will belong to Smarty Smark...

He snaps his fingers and PBM picks up the boom box carrying it out of the office. Slowly Smarty Smark walks towards the door way and stops when at it adding.

Smarty Smark: Smark.

And with that the duo is gone from Madison Lee’s sight.

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We see Chris walking backstage with a towel over his head. He looks tired and warn out from his match. He walks with at a slow somber speed. He has his head stooped down as he goes in his own world, clearly dwelling on his earlier lose. Toby Bostock . stops Chris in the hallway.

Toby: Chris, Chris. Can I have a word please?

Chris’ head comes up out of his daze. He has to take a moment to let the question soak in before he starts to pay attention.

Chris: Huh? Yeah umm sure.

Toby: Disappointing loss here tonight. A lot of hype went into your debut here in FIW. Brother of the legendary Drake Love, schooled under the tutelage of Brandon Bellmore, and of course we have seen several videos of you training for this day. You had a lot of people watching this match, do you feel that you let them down?

Chris: Well………..yeah. I got to say that I am pretty bummed out. This isn’t the way I wanted it go. I was really hyped about making my wrestling debut and well…….what can I say, I just didn’t deliver.

Chris sighs heavily as he dwells on his defeat.

Toby: Like I said very disappointing night for you. What is next for you now?

Chris: I dunno honestly. I had such big hopes but I guess I need to figure things out first. Maybe this isn’t my thing. I just wanted to be a star you know? I thought that it would be so easy. It’s a lot different once you get in that ring.

Toby: Well I hope that you decide to stick with this. Now what are………….

Out of nowhere walks Loon into the scene. He pushes Toby out of the way sending him down the hall with a kick to the rear end.

Loon: Don’t listen to that clown. You want to get better than you need to get over this whole woe is me crap. How about you stop worrying about what people think about you and this whole brother crap. Live up to your own standards and do what you need to in the ring. And you need to eat more buffalo wings.

Chris: Buffalo wings?

Loon: Uh nevermind. Just add peanut butter and you will be fine. Well maybe a little bit of corn syrup. Anyways moving on. Do what you have to in the ring and stop focusing on living up to your brother.

Chris: Yeah true.

Loon: Come on let’s talk. I will give you some pointers kid. And we can get some sardines on the way.

The two walk off talking to each other as we fade.

JH: In this next title both men have quite a bit to prove. On one hand you have Bill Kuriyama who has had shall we say troubles as of late with the Slam side of FIW. As well as last week having his girlfriend, Melanie Halstead taken out by Shannon Micheals and the man he’s facing tonight, Alex Evans.

TM: On the other hand you have my boy Alex, who’s been unfairly called a joke by many here in this brand. After coming off a rather ample losing streak he has shown quite the mean streak. The reason for it to show each and every one who dismissed him before that he can hang with the best of them. Here tonight he has a chance to do that very thing by winning a title that has been held by quite a few big names in this business.

JH: And I’m sure a certain Slammer by the name of Hutch wishes he was one of them.

TM: Wouldn’t surprise me if that little rat was watching this at home praying that whoever wins their opponent ends up nearly injuring them. After all it’s pretty obvious he can’t handle any one on TNT when it’s one on one and a fair fight. He has to bring rejects like Toan or sneak attack to do any good.

JH: I wouldn’t say that Thomas, Hutch is quite the impressive wrestler even if I think he’d be better off on TNT. He’s no push over that’s for damn sure.

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…
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…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!
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…Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, and 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.


JH: I was never a fan of this man’s arrogance before hand and now his new found meanness has made me even less of a fan of his. Though I attempt to be unbiased in my opinions I hope Bill gives Alex what’s coming to him tonight.

TM: And that’s the TNT International Championship.

JH: That’s not exactly what I think Bill or me had in mind…

The Jazzy openings to Paul Anka's cover of Nirvana's classic "Smells Like Teen Spirit" hit the speakers as the house lights drop.
[align=center]"Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored She's self assured
Oh no, I know... a dirty word"
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A spotlight pops onto center stage where Bill Kuriyama has appeared, decked out in his wrestling attire, a lit cigarette clutched between his teeth. He takes a long drag, curling the ash toward him as he smokes it down. Bill takes the cigarette from his mouth and flicks it away as he makes his way to the ring, determination set in his eyes and smoke coiling from his lips. The music reaches its interlude as Bill puts one leg over the middle rope and pauses on the apron to look out over the fans and exhale that last breath of smoke. He winks and grins before stepping into the ring with a flourish and throwing a fist into the air, which the crowd cheers. Bill levels the 'gun fingers' at his opponent before "firing" and relaxing into his corner.

TM: *Beats on bongo drum* The champ is here! *Beats on bongo drum* The champ is here! *Beats on bongo drum* And he’s gonna get beat!

JH: Nice save from a copyright infringement lawsuit by RoH.

TM: Oh, they do that to? With who?

JH: A guy called Samoa Joe?

TM: Never heard of him, is he related to that guy on the bubblegum wrappers?

JH: Unbelievable…

MA: The next match is a Tuesday Night Throwdown International Championship match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing fir-Yikes!

MA bails from the ring as Bill doesn’t even wait for the ring announcer to finish his introductions before he charges towards the challenger. Bill nails Evans right across his mug with a roaring forearm that causes his opponent to stagger slightly. Alex responds by lighting up Kuriyama’s chest with three in a row knife-edge chops. It is enough for an all out war of strikes to break out between the two. Before one can even retract his arm the other one hits them. The champ tries to back Alex into the corner but he stands his ground not budging back even an inch.

JH: Bill has so much hatred for Alex Evans he couldn’t even wait through the introductions, he’s taken the fight to the challenger!

TM: And as you can see Jonathon Alex is bringing the fight right back to Bill. If you ask me so far it looks like Bill is taking the worse of it, his chest is bleeding from Alex’s stiff chops!

JH: It certainly is starting to look like ground round but at the same time Alex’s jaw looks like a grape with how purple it’s getting! Not to mention there looks to be some swelling as well.

A small stream of blood trails down Bill’s chest from the last set of chops which cause him to stumble back. Seeing his chance Evans winds back and hits a spinning knife-edge chop. With the added momentum it results in sending the TNTIC further back and allowing Alex more room to move around. Trying to regain some kind of a advantage Bill drives a elbow right into the nose of Evans nearly crushing it by the looks of it. Even with the damage done to his nose Alex isn’t stopping as he is relentless with his chops across Bill’s chest.

TM: Woo! Alex is getting on quite the roll with these chops! Bill is going to regret trying to jump Mr. Highspot like some common street thug.

JH: I don’t think charging your opponent head on is considered “jumping” them. Though you are right about one thing, Alex Evans is starting to build the match into his favor.

TM: I’m telling you Hitchen, you are looking at the new champ in the ring right now.

JH: I’ll save my applause for his reign when he actually pins or makes Bill submit.

It seems the bigger of the two men gets weary of this strike exchange as Bill shoves Alex with force back. The smaller of the two men tumbles backwards in a ball by the sheer power Kuriyama put behind it. As Michaela checks on Alex Bill paces around the ring rubbing at his bright red and slightly bleeding chest, trying to regroup and rethink his plan of action. He certainly isn’t given long as Alex hops right back up to his feet and rushes at Bill. Thinking fast or maybe he had this planned Bill side steps Alex and grabs him by the back of his head sending him sailing over the top rope to the outside.

JH: It looks like Bill is starting to think a bit more clearly and not letting his anger control him.

TM: We’ll see how long that lasts.

JH: In either case your “boy” Alex Evans didn’t look too good right there, Bill dumped him to the outside like a chump.

TM: Evans just let Bill do that, you see he’s making him fall into a false sense of security and then when he least expects it…BAM! B.A.D.! Match is over and Bill now hurt goes home to cry on the shoulder of his hurt girlfriend. Both saying how manly and sexy Alex is and Bill telling her she needs to be with a real man like Alex, one that loves her rough like he never can. The type of man he’d be into if he was gay but he really isn’t.

JH: Okay then…Why don’t we get back to calling the match?

TM: Sure.

JH: Mmmkay then.

A few fans in the front row laugh and mock Alex who sits up to his knees. His face contorting slowly into frustration and rage as the fans’ insults ring in his head. He pounds his right fist against the floor and then quickly stands up hopping up onto the apron. Bill walks right up and goes to snatch Alex who ducks and shoulder thrusts Bill’s mid-section between the top and middle ropes. With Kuriyama doubling over in front of the ropes Alex sling shots himself over the top rope and connects with a sling shot leg drop to the back of Bill’s neck! With relative grace Alex Evans pushes Bill over onto his back and hooks the leg.

TM: It’s over, done, finished, however you want to put it. After nearly beheading Bill it’s Alex’s for the taking.

JH: I don’t think it’s done quite yet Moore.

TM: Well that’s you, you silly English man.


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JH: Could the trend of sorts continue with the International belt? It seems like the last few champions haven’t had many defenses before they lost the belt to the next champion.

TM: I told you I called it, Alex Evans is kicking off the first big moment of January by becoming the new TNT International Champion.


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TM: Cooooooome ooooooooon *Prays* Please let Alex pick up the three, I swear I will go to church every Wednesday and Sunday. I won’t ever have those one night stands any more.

JH: Whoa better not make too many promises you can’t keep Thomas.

TM: Shush, he *points upward* doesn’t know I won’t keep to them.


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TM: Damn it! How?!

JH: Bill is still in this thing! Bill is still in thing thing! Oh my god Bill is still in this thing!

TM: Calm down there Styles, this isn’t a Bingo Hall and I’m not some fat Jewish guy with a skullet or some big nose guy talking about “the network”.

Not noticing Kuriyama’s foot Alex sits up thrusting his hands in the air thinking he had just won Bill’s and his match. However much to his dismay Michaela Menendez points out the champion’s foot is on the ropes. Pushing himself back up to his feet and using quite a bit of struggle he pulls Bill up to his feet. Alex goes behind Bill and wraps his arm around the front of the champ’s neck going to hit a reverse DDT. But Bill jams his elbow into the side of Evans’ stomach causing the challenger to falter. It is just enough for Kuriyama to get out of it and get behind Alex wrapping his arms around his waist and tucking his head under Alex’s arm. With a vicious amount of force Bill lifts up the potential heir to his title and drops him down shoulders first with a backdrop suplex against the canvas.

JH: Bill drops Alex with a backdrop suplex, that is certainly to make a few stars spin around his head.

TM: If our champ had any thing resembling intelligence he’d bridge over and attempt to get the pin fall right here. Then again this is the guy who tried to go toe to toe with that psycho Toan, so not too many brain cells should be in that skull.

JH: It looks like keeping hold of the waistlock he has on Alex and picking him back up.

Indeed Bill shaking a few cobwebs out of his head yanks Alex by the waist back up to his feet with him. This time Bill opts not for a backdrop suplex but rather a snap german suplex nearly dropping Evans right on his head. Once again Bill keeps hold of his vice like grip on Evans’ waist. This time he releases it partly to lock in a half nelson and connect with a half nelson suplex. Rolling right back right over on top of Alex he floats over with the half nelson still intact.

TM: What is this?! Bill is cheating!

JH: How? By wrestling?

TM: No every one knows you can only do multi in a row hits of either a vertical or a german suplex. Not this fancy all a bunch of different ones like he’s doing, ref do your job and D.Q. this man.

JH: Some thing tells me the referee isn’t going to listen to you Thomas.

TM: It’s all one big screw job to make sure Alex loses! There was a shooter on the grassy knoll! Elvis lives! Godzilla is Japan’s secret weapon of mass destruction!

Alex tries his hardest to try and escape the half nelson by thrusting his elbow back into Bill’s face multiple times. Sadly for Mister Evans though Bill fights through the strikes and pulls him back up to his feet. In a last ditch effort to escape Alex mule kicks Kuriyama right where the family placed their jewels on him. Loosening his grip on Alex Bill staggers back as Michaela gets in Alex’s face. She tries to warn him about doing that again and he’ll be D.Q.ed but he merely blows her off. Too bad he wasn’t at the time paying attention to Bill who locks in a back chicken wing to lift Evans up and drop him with a tiger suplex!

JH: Bill is fighting through the pain, even after blows to the face and a illegal low blow he wants to teach Alex a lesson! This is a matter of respect! Of honor! And of love!

TM: You sound like the advert for a chick flick.

JH: Well it’s the truth, Bill wants to make sure Alex isn’t the same man when he walks out of this that he walked in as.

TM: Yeah about that, shame Alex is going to win.

Rolling over for the second time over Evans Bill scoops him up from between his legs and up onto his feet. The fans cheer as Bill shouts out for the end for Alex when he removes the chicken wing and locks in a full nelson on Evans. Not even letting Alex have a second to think about it he pulls him up over his head and drops Alex right on top of his skull with a dragon suplex. Kuriyama pulls him back a bit onto his shoulders as he bridges the suplex into a pin fall attempt!

JH: Looks like Bill opted to end his suplex combination with the dragon suplex, smart move as that was the finisher of the legendary Silent Rage. He took out many of enemies with that very move.

TM: Damn it! Kick out Alex! If you are worth any thing you’ll kick out NOW!


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JH: You know both men seriously need this win at this point in their career besides their own personal problems with each other. Bill is going towards a one on one meeting with Hutch some time in the near future. A win here could carry over into momentum going into that match and ensure the victory.

TM: Also Alex has had his problems with that little flyer Shannon recently. A win here and gaining the TNT International Championship could very well prove to every one that Evans is indeed the better man between Shannon and him. As well as prove to Madison why Alex should’ve had Shannon’s spot in the Grand Prix.

JH: Oh don’t start with this again, Alex just can’t seem to want to shut up about that matter.


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TM: Why? He certainly has a right to as he was robbed of a chance to further his own career. Just being in the Grand Prix alone can do wonders for people’s careers as they may compete against people they may normally never compete against.

JH: I seriously can’t believe you trying to even have this conversation with me.

TM: The truth is out there Scully! You just need to open your eyes! Open your eyes damn it!


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TM: Just when you think Alex Evans can’t take any more he manages to pull out the energy to continue! God bless that man.

JH: *Rolls his eyes* Yes he’s a real saint among men.

TM: Isn’t he though?

JH: Well if your prediction is to come to life Alex will certainly need a way to fight back into this thing.

Looking like frustration is starting to overcome him Bill rolls up onto his knees and looks up at Michaela. The two discuss whether it was a two count or a three count for the pin fall. Miss Menendez holds up two fingers and refuses to further debate the matter with Kuriyama. Bill grudgingly gets up to his feet and turns around to see Alex back up to his feet slightly out of it still. Thinking fast the champ grabs hold of the challenger and whips him right into the ropes. When heading into the ropes Evans hops right up onto the middle rope and springboards off it with a twisting cross body taking Bill down to the mat. He uses his momentum to roll right back up to his feet clapping to get the fans behind only for the fans to further jeer Alex.

TM: A beautiful take down by Alex Evans!

JH: As much as I don’t want to I have to admit Alex is showing quite a bit of heart in this match. But I don’t think his showing off to the crowd will work much.

TM: Aw come on, can’t you hear ‘em? They love alex, more so the ladies.

JH: Are you hearing the same crowd I am?

Alex rolls his index finger up above his head several times as he stands over the fallen Bill Kuriyama. Without warning Alex leaps into the air and performs a near picture perfect standing 450 degrees splash right onto Bill. Pushing himself off Bill’s fallen body he drops right back down with a falling head butt to the champ’s skull. Kipping back up to his feet Alex Evans hops up and connects with a double stomp on Bill’s forehead. Gaining a bit of confidence Alex struts around his foe on the canvas.

JH: If I was Alex I wouldn’t after the attacks Bill had put me through waste time like this.

TM: Hey it’s not his fault Bill is just so darn inferior compared to Mr. Highspot.

JH: He wasn’t too inferior to drop Alex on his neck several times with a suplex combo earlier.

TM: Like I told you before Jonathon it was to put Bill in a false sense of security. Seems it worked quite well too, doesn’t it?

JH:

TM: Oh looks like the cat has your tongue now, HA!

It seems Alex is ready to end it all as he points to the corner calling for the Punked Out. Walking out onto the apron the potentially future International champ is grinning ear to ear in delight. Pointing out to a section of kids wearing Bill Kuriyama t-shirts (that you can get for a affordable price at FIWshopzone.com) and shouts “This is how a REAL champ does it!” Slowly Mr. Highspot climbs up onto the first buckle and scales up to the second one with relatively ease. To further show off his skills Alex rather than just climbing up hops up onto the top of the turnbuckle. Alex lifts up his arms and summons the crowd to applause him which once again only further fuels their boos at him.

JH: Once again Alex wastes his precious time by showing off.

TM: Well if you were as great as Alex too Jonathon you wouldn’t be able to help yourself with showing off a bit too.

JH: I was told Alex stares at himself for two hours a day in a mirror, any way you cut that that’s not normal.

TM: That’s not true.

JH: It isn’t?

TM: No, it’s five hours, I just checked his blog.

JH: Tremendous.

Without any more distractions Alex leaps off doing a top rope corkscrew 630 degree splash down aiming for Bill. However unfortunately for Evans his taunting gave the champ enough time to rest up and have the strength to roll away from the move. To a cringe of every one in attendance Alex Evans crashes and burns in the most painful looking way possible. But that cringe soon turns into cheers as Bill Kuriyama a tad drowsy gets back up to his feet. Perhaps with more bravery than brains Alex does so as well not to be out done. Both men look like a strong breeze could blow by and knock the two over.

JH: And now after that disastrous results of Alex trying to pull off his finisher both men are back up to their feet.

TM: Bill looks pathetic right there, panting and sweating and such.

JH: And what about Evans?

TM: What about him?

JH: He doesn’t exactly look at his best either.

TM: Are you nuts? He just has a mild sweat going on, he’s still on his first wind where as Bill looks like he’s on his tenth or so.

JH: I don’t think they are so unevenly matched as you seem to think Thomas.

The will is willing but the flesh seems to want to take a break as Bill tries to rush forward as fast as he can at this point to Alex. This time around the roaring elbow is avoided when Alex ducks out of the way and spins Bill back around. A kick to the mid-section and Kuriyama is doubled over right in position. Evans grabs hold of him and after making sure he has a hold of him with a tad struggle Alex lifts Bill up over his head. Instantly the entire arena begins to jeer for Alex’s other finisher he is setting up for.

TM: Here it comes! The B! A! D!

JH: C’mon Bill! Get out of this!

TM: Bad! Ass! Driver bab-ah!

JH: Look again!

TM: What?!

It would appear the spinning was too much for Alex’s body to handle combining it with the strain of holding Bill’s body weight above his own and the crash landing earlier. All at once Alex Evans drops Kuriyama with a thud in front of him and stumbles back. His legs shake slightly as they buckle and give out dropping him down to the canvas. Shaking his head and blinking a few times Bill realizes some thing went horribly wrong in Alex’s plan to dethrone the champ. Now much quicker Bill pushes himself up and rushes forward to Alex climbing up his knee and drilling him in the side of the head with the Kuriyama Kick!

TM: No!

JH: Yes!

TM: But can he take advantage and get the cover?! Ha! It looks like he tired himself out and used up all he had left with the kick!

JH: Let’s go Bill! You have this in the bag, just roll Alex over and make the cover!

The entire arena are clapping and trying to rally Bill Kuriyama some strength to make the cover. Slowly Bill rolls out of the heap of human body that Alex and him made up after he connected with the Kuriyama Kick. His eyes wandering around and looking at the crowd as it takes a few moments to catch up with what they are telling him to do. Shuffling over to Alex’s lifeless body he forces his shoulders down and hooks both legs.


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Michaela calls for the bell before she snatches the International Championship. She walks over to the mess that is Bill Kuriyama and Alex Evans, and raises Bill’s hand in victory. Taking the title belt from the referee Bill with his free hand lifts it up above his head in celebration.

MA: Your winner by pin fall…and STILL Tuesday Night Throwdown International Champion…BIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL KUUUURRRRRRIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

TM: Alex was robbed!

JH: It was quite the impressive display from both men but the reigning International Champion in the end proved to be the better man. Maybe this was also Bill sending a message to Hutch.

TM: It’s times like these when I almost wish Hutch would kick Bill’s ass.

JH: In either case Bill has avenged the assault on his girlfriend, Melanie Halstead, from last week. Maybe Alex will think twice before he harms a lady like that again.

BK walks up the ramp to the back holding his International title up as Evans is helped to his feet, he goes to leave but the lights suddenly shut off. When they return Evans is in the center of the ring, the fans erupt as Shannon Micheals comes from the crowd and slides in the ring. Evans turns around as Shannon explodes into him with a spear!

JH: IT'S SHANNON MICHEALS!

TM: I guess he wasn't lying when he said it wasn't over between himself and Evans!

Shannon stands above Evans and smiles before leaning down talking some trash, Micheals climbs out of the ring as Waterproof blonde's "Just Close Your Eyes" hits, leaving Michaela to check on Alex who is once again down in the canvas thanks to a sneak attack.

TM: I'd like to see Shannon do that when Alex hasn't already been through a tough match!

JH: Like in his debut singles match.

TM: Shuddup! Let's see him do that in a re-match! That's what I meant! Dumb luck can't always be on Shannon's side! Alex proved tonight he can hang with the best. Shannon didn't!

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The camera that had followed Kailey silently turns on and begins to film in a pitch black, empty arena. A bright light clicks on, highlighting the center of the ring. A figure slowly moves out of the shadows to stand in the middle of the ring. The white of her sports top, shorts, and chaps seems even brighter under the glare of the brilliant single light. The highlights of her hair shimmer as she begins to pace. The space is small though and, the intervals of her steps are short.

Kailey: So many interruptions... Too many times.

Kailey looks into the camera as it slowly zooms in.

Kailey: One time too many...

The view narrows even further to give Kailey a close up. She looks straight into the camera. Her face is like stone.

Kailey: Natalya Vladek. Or, as I like to call you, "Nat, the gnat".

Kailey glances around just in front of her and her hand raises to fan in front of her face, as if swatting at something. Her hand lowers, her point being made, and she grins smugly.

Kailey: Yep, I'd say that describes you PRIT - ee-darn-well. Small and insignificant, yet irritating as hell !!

The view changes to a full view of Kailey as she turns and takes a step then abruptly turns back to the camera. It zooms in again.

Kailey: Actually, I think this is a deeper issue. I think that.. well... let's just say, you have other reasons for your actions.

Kailey motions up and over to her right, and the tron comes to life, showing a Kailey from happier times.

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Kailey takes the mic from Kennedy with a "gee what do I say?" look on her face.  The crowd gains her attention and she has to grin, amazed at the noise they are making. She allows them to cheer a moment longer, collecting her thoughts.  She smiles again and raises a hand motioning for the volume to lower. 

Kailey: I have watched ANE on SLAM! since they became a tag team.  I have to admit, I am a fan.

Kennedy shoots Kailey a puzzled look. She watches Kailey with curiousity. 

Kailey: *paces a bit*  Now, that may sound strange under the circumstances... but to my way of thinking, it will prove  advantageous.  *paces back* See, that means... that I have watched how they move...

Kennedy's face shows an ease of worry, now understanding Kailey's earlier comment.  Kennedy begins to nod in approval with the comments, a satified smile growing on her features. 

Kailey: ... I have watched their routines.. I have paid attention... to what they do... how they work together.  Do I think we have a chance at this Tag Team Championship?  You bet we do!

The crowd cheers as Kailey paces back and forth like a preacher in a pulpit. 

Kailey: Ragin'?  Last time we met, you "helped" me win. *raises an eyebrow*  Care to go for two?

Those in the crowd who followed Rising laugh along with Kailey. 

Kailey: Maybe I'll just say what I said back in Rising when you took over for a bit. .. "Bring it"

Kailey looks over and catches a grin from Kennedy. 

Kailey: Better yet, let me quote one of the Masters, Bruce Lee, who once said, "Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind."

Kailey looks back to Kennedy and winks. 

Kailey: So tell me, are you stiff, ANE?"

Kennedy covers her mouth in an attempt to keep from bursting out laughing.  Kailey just grins as the crowd laughs, lays the mic down on the matted flooring of the ring, then raises the top rope for Kennedy.  Kennedy high fives Kailey before exiting the ring, then two make their way backstage, waving at the cheering fans. 


The tron briefly shows static then clicks in with something else.

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Kailey raises her arms hoping Ragin' will take them and dance with her.  He looks down at her arms, then away, then at her face.  He leans in and whispers in her ear.  She nods, still holding her arms out.  He raises an eyebrow then takes her hands.  Kailey moves his hands to her shoulders then puts her arms about his waist and begins moving from one foot to the other. 

Kailey leans her head against his chest and Ragin' pulls back reflexively, unsure of the circumstances.  Kailey just pulls him close again and lays her head on his chest, swaying to the music, holding the big man tightly. 




The tron goes black and the camera again looms before Kailey.

Kailey: Yeah, that would tick me off, too, Nat. I may call you, Nat, yes? How about this?

Once more, the tron flickers on and video plays.

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Kailey slowly makes her way back to the courtyard to see if Ragin' is there. Either way, she could stand a breath of fresh air again so she pushes the door open and steps out into the night.

She strolls over to the fountain and looks at the reflection of lights in the pool.  Leaning over farther, she looks at her own reflection.  She thinks to herself, how did you get this way? When did this..

A figure appears along side her in the reflection and she jumps back, startled. Hands reach out to her shoulders to steady her.   


Voice: It's ok, it's just me.

The hands stay resting lightly on her as she turns to face Ragin'.   

Kailey: I was looking for you.

Ragin': You seem to have found me.

Kailey looks down, hoping Ragin' doesn't see her shy grin. He lifts a hand from her shoulder and raises her chin, looking her in the eye. He smirks, liking what he sees there, and leans toward her. Kailey's heart races as she realizes what is coming.


The camera cuts back to show Kailey once again.

Kailey: Poor Nat. I can see why you are so upset with me.

She turns away from the camera nodding in understanding. She glances back up.

Kailey: Since you are Ragin's manager, you think I am causing your "moneymaker" to think of other things. You believe I am bothering your "bread and butter". Your cow is having trouble giving milk...

Kailey shakes her head as if in sympathy then suddenly faces the camera with attitude, a gleam in her eye.

Kailey: You dare come into my world and think you, of ALL people, can best me here???

Kailey looks away and nods slowly, as if taking that idea into consideration. She glances back to the camera then away again, a sideways grin playing on her face. She looks to the camera as if looking Natalya straight in the eye.

Kailey: Fine by me. Let's do this thing! Natalya Vladek versus Kailey Lane. No title bout. No contendership. Just you and me, here... *Kailey looks around and spreads her arms out to show the ring*

She looks back into the camera, all hints of smiles gone.

Kailey: Care to step into the Fast Lane... Nat?

The cameras cut back to ringside, where Michael Anderson is stood centerstage, preparing for the main-event.

JH: Some strong words from Kailey Lane, aimed right at Ragin's no-good advisor. I'd love to see a response.

TM: So would I! Catfight! Rawr!

The house lights cut out, images on the TNTtron flickering as broken guitar chords screech over the static-filled speakers. Soon after, the hard-hitting beats of Evanescence's "Lies" blares through the speakers, accompanied by images of the new Kennedy Amy Lee's voice carries over the speakers as Kennedy makes her way out onto the stage, the crowd responding with a mixed reaction for the California native. Kennedy chooses to take in the good and ignore the bad. Taking the cheers in, she sets off for the ring with her hands out at her sides. Climbing in under the middle rope she enters the ring, making her way to the far turnbuckle to take in the crowd's adulation. Dropping back to the canvas, she leans back into the turnbuckle to awaits the start of the match.

MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is to determine the number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship at Deja Vu! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California… KEEENNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!

JH: We're learning a lot about Deja Vu tonight. First Jim O'Brien vs. Onikage and now the winner of this match will go on to challenge for the Dual Crown. As I say that, you can't help but notice the mixed reaction for Kennedy. Not quite the ovation she received last week in Los Angeles.

TM: Yeah, this Sacramento crowd isn't as bright as the fans in LA. It looks about half and half.

JH: After the things this woman's done over the past couple of months, I can't imagine why anyone would cheer for her.

TM: I can.

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AND NOW FOR OUR FEATURE PRESENTATION
The TNTtron flickers into life, first with static but before we know it we are hovering over the skyline of a huge modern styled city
HISTORY IN THE MAKING, MOST INCREDIBLY
We swoop down at break neck speed towards the ground ducking and diving in between the various modernly styled buildings that litter this urban metropolis
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN
We burst passed building after building glass shattering and falling to the floor as we accelerate towards the end of the road
YOU ARE NOT READY
We screech to a grinding hault as were met with a massive crowd they stand defiant in front a giant wall of monitors that presents a visible representation of the lyrical smackdown that's being beamed to the live audience.
COZ THIS RIDE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN
At the very front of that massive crowd stands one man, head bowed hands raised high above his head, a deafening base shudders through the PA live in the arena.
SIT DOWN AND BUCKLE IT IN
Slowly the man lifts his head to reveal that trademark smirk, the wall of monitors behind him burn the retinas of all those within distance.
FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT WANNA KNOW WHAT WERE ALL ABOUT
Explosions shoot up from behind the wall of monitors engulfing everything in flames.
IT'S LIKE THIS YALL
Flames engulf the monsrous wall of monitors as it displays that unmistakable logo, that representation of the best that's ever done it.
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The crowd go absolutely nuts (half cheering, half booing) 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 noise as the "number one draw" the "main event soldier" the "Hype" steps out onto the stage his stage. he stands for a moment title belt held loosely in his hand by his side. A few moments pass before he proceeds across the wooden catwalk that connects the stage to the ring, chants of "HYPE HYPE HYPE" puncture the deafening base.

So just listen up there powder-puff
Better believe I'm not playing
You can love, you can hate
But don't mistake it everybody's saying it


Carlos ends his journey on the catwalk and steps right onto the ring apron, he walks to his left that unnerving aura of confidence exhumes from every pore, he stands defiantly on his ring apron smack talking his fans. He steps through the middle and top rope and into the ring he proceeds over to the nearest turnbuckle fans chanting his name, Carlos bows his head and raises his fists in the air title belt billows down and shown in all it's glory as "There They Go" begins to fade, leaving only the crowd and there deafening noise.[/align]

MA: And the opponent… from Detroit, Michigan… weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds… he is the Ultimate Endurance Champion… CARLOS "THE HYPE" KKAAAAANNNNNE!!!

TM: Ha! See that? The reaction for Carlos Kane isn't much better. What do you think of that?

JH: Nothing like the Hype received last week when he was on the end of a Dante Coles sneak attack. Dante, whom we haven't seen or heard from since that attack.

TM: Eh. It was the coolest thing Dante's done in a long time. Except when he kicked Ragin's ass all over the arena.

The two vying for contendership eye one another from across the ring. Tony Clarke takes Carlos' Ultimate Endurance Championship belt, passing it off to Michael Anderson.

DING-DING

Shotgun, starter… Carlos takes off for Kennedy, who promptly drops to the canvas and rolls from the ring. Not exactly to safety as Carlos Kane is exiting the ropes as soon as her feet hit the mats. Startled, Kennedy takes off around the ring, Carlos Kane in hot pursuit! Kennedy dives back into the ring, Carlos right behind to take a boot to the back. Yes, it's the oldest trick in the book and tends to start a lot of matches but then again so are collar and elbow tie-ups.

TM: Look at the brilliance! Kennedy just out-smarted the Hype!

JH: I'm sure if Hype wasn't currently out for blood, I doubt he would've fell for that.

TM: That's what Kennedy does. She makes men want her so bad that they can't think straight.

JH: I'm gonna half agree with that. But only because she does have a tendency to make men want to hurt her so badly they can't think straight.

Kennedy rains down on Carlos with stomps, but of course he attempts to fight to his feet. Kennedy gives up and sprints off the ropes, Carlos rises up just as Kennedy returns… and gets lifted into the air and SLAMMED BACK DOWN WITH A POWERBOMB!!

JH: The H-Bomb! First move out!

TM: That's not supposed to happen!

Hype doesn't go for the cover at all, instead grabs Kennedy's legs and ties her up… no, Kennedy scrambles free of his hold, anxious to escape any submission move that he might be planning to execute. Kennedy rolls to her feet, the two sharing a stand-off.

TM: Kennedy recovered from that H-Bomb really well, don't you think?

JH: I think she knows what she's up against with Carlos and is well aware she needs her A game if she wants that Dual Crown Title from Swytch.

TM: Oh! So now you're just gonna write Extreme Ninja #2 off? He gets first shot, ya know? He might be who Kennedy has to face if she wins.

JH: That's true… I didn't really think…

TM: That's right! Geez!

The two move in for that collar and elbow tie-up I mentioned up there but Kennedy drives a boot into Kane's gut. Grabbing his wrist she applies an arm wringer but Carlos pulls her in TAKING HER DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE! He drags her back up by the arm and pulls her back in, but she ducks. Carlos sends back an elbow into the face of Kennedy!

JH: Carlos isn't pulling any strikes here tonight.

TM: He should! Kennedy's a woman!

JH: She's a vixen but more importantly she's a wrestler. She's not in there to take it easy.

Carlos spins around, grabs Kennedy in a headlock and then uses his legs to sweep Kennedy over her feet and drag her over to the canvas! Now grounded, Carlos uses his weight in the grounded headlock. But Kennedy throws brings her leg up, wrapping Kane's throat up in a leg scissors, causing him to release his hold on her to fight out of her hold!

JH: Some nice mat work there. Didn't entirely slow either down, however.

Both competitors get back to their feet and have the same idea of rushing in! Carlos ducks a clothesline from Kennedy, grabs her in a waistlock and THROWS HER OVER WITH A BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!! Kennedy hit’s the canvas and rolls from the ring.

TM: Wow. You weren't kidding! Carlos isn't pulling anything here. Full on strikes and he's just tossing Kennedy around like a rag doll!

JH: Luckily for Kennedy she rolled outside.

Carlos springs to his feet, the Sacramento crowd chanting his name while Kennedy lays at ringside. Will she recover? We'll let you know right after this break! Oh wait, I'm kidding! We're still here and Kennedy's climbing back to her feet, holding her back with a stunned look on her face. Kennedy doesn't make any attempts to get back in the ring and Carlos isn't falling for her trick twice. He just stares through the ropes at Kennedy, who shakes her head no at TC's requests for her to get back in the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


JH: Referee Tony Clarke is counting out Kennedy now. Utilizing his twenty count.

TM: Kennedy shouldn't have to get back in the ring yet! She was just thrown out of the ring!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!


TC yells for Kennedy to get in the ring but she shakes her head feverishly, wanting nothing to do with this contest.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!


JH: Kennedy's got about ten seconds to get back in there if she wants to become the number one contender for the Dual Crown.

TM: Hey, wait a minute. Look who it is.

Someone in production realizes what's happening and the camera rushes towards the entrance as Dante Coles saunters out onto the stage, to a nice ovation from the California crowd.

TEN!

ELEVEN!

TWELVE!


JH: Tony Clarke doesn't notice Dante, but Carlos Kane does.

TM: So does Kennedy!

Confusion ensues as Kennedy spots one of her former best friends making his way out to the ring. Carlos moves to the ropes, pointing at Dante and calling him to get into the ring. Obviously, Kennedy is smart enough to use this to her advantage. She slides into the ring and rolls Carlos up with a school-girl!


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TWO!!


KICK-OUT!
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Carlos springs back to his feet, shooting a single angry glance towards Dante before returning his attention to Kennedy. Meanwhile, Dante watches on from the stage with a half-interested look on his face. Kennedy sends a kick into Kane's gut before whipping him into the corner… no! Carlos reverses and sends Kennedy into the corner! Carlos rushes in and… gets Kennedy legs wrapped around his head!

TM: Oh! Carlos is so lucky!

Not so much as Kennedy whips her body out of the corner, throwing Carlos over with a hurracanrana that spikes his head into the canvas! Carlos fights back up to his feet, almost. Kennedy runs in, SWINGING HIM DOWN WITH A NECKBREAKER! Kennedy jumps over Hype's body and MOONSAULTS INTO THE CANVAS AS CARLOS ROLLS ASIDE!!

JH: Standing moonsault splash misses as Carlos rolls aside!

TM: Oh yeah! That you call! What about that HurraKennedy out of the corner and that swinging neckbreaker?

JH: Impressive but Carlos just slowed the pace of Kennedy.

A tad more interested, Dante starts to wander towards the ring at a slow pace. Carlos spots this, shooting a warning look towards Dante before grabbing Kennedy and dragging her up to her feet. Kennedy fires a forearm into Carlos' stomach but gets a knee buried into hers! Carlos underhooks Kennedy's arms and SNAPS HER OVER WITH A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX! But he doesn't release! Carlos rolls throw, mounting Kennedy and keeping the double underhook locked in!

JH: The Detroit Riot! Carlos has the Detroit Riot applied!

TM: Ah! Kennedy can't tap out to him! It's unthinkable!

JH: It's possible!

Even more so interested now, Dante advances with a quicker pace but stops dead in his tracks as Carlos releases Kennedy and storms to the ropes! Dante holds his hands out in a defensive stance, letting Carlos know that everything's cool (bites apple). TC points at Dante warningly, making sure any outside interference stays just there, outside. Carlos turns back INTO A LOW BLOW FROM KENNEDY!

TM: Whoo and hoo! Take that!

JH: A low blow to Carlos! She should be disqualified!

TM: Oh… I didn't see it…

Kennedy slides up onto Carlos' shoulders, whips herself around and SLAMS CARLOS FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT! She raises a hand into the air, actually getting a pop from the crowd (hey, it's California!) and moves for the turnbuckles… but Carlos is already pushes up onto his hands and knees. Kennedy rolls her eyes and NAILS Carlos with a soccer kick to the ribs!

JH: It looked like Kennedy was going for the moonsault but Carlos won't stay down.

TM: After a low blow? I gotta question what's not down there.

JH: I thought you didn't see the low blow!

TM: Oh… err…

Kennedy grabs Carlos by the head and lifts him up… NO! Carlos ducks underneath Kennedy and lifts her across his shoulders! Kennedy tries to squirm out but Hype THROWS HER AROUND AND DROPS HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN F5-LIKE MANEUVER!

JH: The H5! Carlos just nailed that out of no where and he's back into this thing!

TM: Geez. It's like you just read his profile.

JH: I did read his profile. Don't you read the wrestler's profiles?

TM: Oh… sure! Of course!

Carlos covers Kennedy, hooking her leg and Dante restarts his journey towards the ring.


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!




DANTE BREAKS IT UP!




NO, HE DOESN'T!




KENNEDY KICKS OUT!
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Carlos sits up in a huff, shooting a glance out to make sure Dante is still not within damage distance. Dante paces back and forth midway up the walkway while Carlos gets to his feet. He moves to the ropes and points at Dante, daring him to try something. Hype moves back to Kennedy, dragging her limp body up and throwing her back across his shoulders.

TM: Uh-oh. Why would you do this again? It didn't get the job done the first time!

JH: Double impact.

Carlos throws Kennedy around… NO! Kennedy drops in front of him, landing on her feet. She grabs his head, kicks her leg and DROPS HYPE ON HIS HEAD WITH A VERTICAL DDT!

JH: Oh my God! Carlos looked like an exclamation point!

TM: Out of nowhere! And even better than Carlos' H5!

JH: I don't know if it's better but it was done just as quick! And as a counter to the H5!

TM: Exactly! Countered his equal move so it's better! Because I said so! Ha!

Kennedy throws an arm over Carlos' chest, too out of it from the H5 to hook a leg!


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TWO!!



THREE!!!
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TM: YEESSSS!!!

JH: NO! CARLOS KICKED OUT!

Indeed. Carlos' shoulders are off the canvas and Kennedy is slamming her hands into them in frustration. She gets back to her feet, pulling Carlos off and firing right hands off the side of his face! She sprints off the ropes and Carlos surges forward, ducking behind Kennedy and grabbing her in a waistlock THROWING HER OVER HIS HEAD WITH ANOTHER BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!! NO! Kennedy locks her leg around Hype's, preventing the suplex. Carlos switches up, grabbing Kennedy in a half nelson and GETTING DROPPED WITH A MODIFIED JAWBREAKER FROM KENNEDY!

TM: Kennedy counters the Franchise now! She's remarkable!

JH: Impressive but it's gonna take more than that to finish Carlos!

Kennedy is back on her feet, stalking Carlos. He holds his jaw and walks RIGHT INTO A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE FACE!!! Kennedy jumps over Carlos' body, runs to the ropes, springing of the middle one and NAILING A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT! She hooks his leg this time!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!



NOOOOOOO!!!!
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JH: Carlos kicks out again!

TM: WHAT?! This is ridiculous!

Kennedy slams the mat in frustration again, mounting Carlos and nailing right hands upside his temple! Carlos pushes up, bridging out of Kennedy's mount position! Kennedy gets back to her feet an open-closed fist to the midsection that doubles her over! Carlos hooks Kennedy up in a chancery, hooking her leg as well as he lifts her vertical before CRASHING HER HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!

JH: THE TAKEOVER! CARLOS KANE JUST TAKE KENNEDY OUT WITH THE TAKEOVER!

TM: There's no way Kennedy can kick out of that! No way!

Carlos is well aware and makes the cover! Tony Clarke… doesn't count. Carlos gazes around to find Dante trying to make his way into the ring as TC battles it out with him, trying to keep Dante out of the contest! Carlos gets up and drills Dante upside the head with a right hand! Dante stumbles back and glares Carlos, advancing on him but TC pushes Carlos out of range. Carlos growls and THROWS TONY CLARKE DOWN TO THE CANVAS!

JH: Carlos! Don't do this!

TM: He's an idiot! He just knocked the ref out!

JH: Breathing knocks Tony Clarke out.

TM: Fair enough.

Carlos exit’s the ring only to meet a right hand from Dante! The two exchange blows back and forth, back and forth, back and forth… you get the message. Carlos sends the tip of his knee into Dante's stomach and Dante battles back with a European uppercut! Dante boots Carlos in the stomach, applying a standing headscissors and a double underhook.

JH: This is what Dante did to Carlos last week!

TM: And he's gonna do it again! This time on wooden walkway!

Dante drives a knee up into Carlos' sternum, followed by a second and a third and a fourth! Dante jumps into the air, falling to his knees and DRIVING HYPE'S SKULL DOWN ON THE WOODEN WALKWAY WITH A SICKENING CRACK!!!

TM: SWEET! Did you hear that crack? I think he might've fractured Hype's skull!

JH: You never know! I just hope Carlos can get up.

Dante doesn't give Hitchen the opportunity to see. He grabs Carlos, dragging his limp form up and throwing him back inside the ring as Kennedy comes to, using the ropes to stand. She looks around, spotting Dante back up the walkway with a smile on his face. She holds her hands out, asking him what the hell he's doing but Dante pays no attention to Kennedy's existence.

JH: Even Kennedy isn't happy to see Dante's involvement.

TM: I don't think she's upset that he interfered. More so that she doesn't know WHY he interfered.

JH: Oh, well I thought he still had a crush on her. Wasn't that Nadia's analysis?

TM: KADIA! Can't you listen?

Kennedy spots her opportunity and scales the turnbuckle, the California crowd seemingly split at this point on who to cheer for. A battle of chants between Kennedy loyalists and Hype fans breaks out. Kennedy reaches the top and SNAPS OFF, LANDING ACROSS CARLOS' CHEST! She hooks the leg as TC shakes the cobwebs clear. He crawls over… slllllooooowwwllllyyy.

TM: COME ON! COME ON!!


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TWO!!







THREE!!!
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TM: YES! Yes, yes, yes!

JH: Dammit!

TM: HEY! Who are you for here?

MA: Here is your winner and number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYY!!!

'Up Here' reprises over the speakers as Kennedy jumps to her feet, ecstatic at the announcement of being the number one contender. Tony Clarke tries to raise her arm but Kennedy takes off and scales the nearest turnbuckle, celebrate her HUGE win. Yeah, okay. Get over it. She's happy!

JH: Well, Kennedy is now the number one contender. She'll face Swytch… or Extreme Ninja #2 at Deja Vu...

TM: Thank you.

JH: But what has gotten into Dante? What's this fascination with Carlos Kane?

TM: Hype had the fascination with Dante LONG before Dante decided to give Hype the time of day. Well, Carlos has Dante's attention now. I hope he's enjoying it. I know Kennedy's reaping the benefits of it.

The cameras close in on Dante's face, a smile on his face as he spies Carlos' laid out form on the canvas, blood seeping from a wound on his forehead that was liking caused by Dante's efforts on the walkway. TNT closes on Dante's face.

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