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Tuesday Night Throwdown; January 24, 2006
Topic Started: Jan 25 2006, 12:28 AM (151 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…
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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
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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
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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 US Airways Center in Phoenix, Arizona!

TM: We've got a lot to get to tonight and not a lot of time to get to them! So we don't need to listen to yammer all night, Hitchen. Let's get into our first match!

The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers…

[align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align]

…Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring…

[align=center]Lift Up The Receiver
I'll Make You A Believer!
[/align]

…Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin.

MA: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Kings Beach, California, weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds... ALEX EVANS!

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: His tag team partner, from Milian, Illinois, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds... LOON TWO-POINT-FIVE!

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: And the opponents, first from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds... He is the King of the Cage... CHRIS LOVE!

"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: And his partner, now residing in Cleveland, Ohio... TORRENCE!

We see Alex Evas start off in the ring with Torrence Coleman as Loon and Chris Love get out onto the ring aprons. Evans smirks and cracks his neck as Coleman stretches. They come out to meet and Evans offers to shake her hand, Torrence looks weary but goes to grab Evans' hand, he suddenly whips her into the ropes, she comes back and evans goes to flip her backwards in a back body drop, Torrence however lands on her feet and runs to the opposite ropes, she jumps up hitting a crossbody on evans as he turns around for a quick pin attempt


[align=center]One


Two


kickout![/align]



JH: Nice athleticism from Torrence.

TM: Yeah, too bad she sucks and couldn't get the pin.

JH: She got the pin on Chris last week.

As Evans kicks out he rolls her off him, he gets to his feet and springs forward attacking Torrence with a stiff kick to the midsection, she doubles over as Alex pulls her forward into a powerbomb position, he lifts her up but Torrence wraps her legs around Evans' neck and starts hitting hard right hands, she flips back with a hurricanrana and reaches back hooking evan's legs, before a count starts Evans pulls her forward with his legs so she's in a pinning position, Torrence rolls backwards and gets to her feet dropping down with a low front dropkick to evans chest while he's in a sitting position!

JH: Torrence has an advantage being the lightest participant in this match. She's probably quicker than everyone else.

TM: That's what all her boyfriends say.

Evans rolls to the corner and quickly tags in Loon who leaps over the top rope, he smiles and circles around Torrence, they lock up, Loon hits a knee to Torrence's stomach and grabs her head hitting a fast DDT, Loon gets to his feet and pulls Torrence up by her hair. He whips her into the corner and follows in going for a clothesline, Torrence ducks as Loon crases into the turnbuckle, she does a front roll to the corner and tags in Chris Love, Loon runs at Love who hits a deep armdrag, Loon gets up and runs at him again Love does the same thing, Loon gets up but then stops thinking that it may not be such a good idea, Loon claps showing a little respect as Love plays to the crowd. They come into the center of the ring, Loon and Love lock up, Loon pulls Chris Love into a side headlock and wrentches it in, Love pushes his palms against Loon's face, and then hits a forearm to his ribs, Love pushes Loon into the ropes, Loon comes off and hits a shoulderblock, he runs into the ropes and jumps over Love who rolls under Loon, Love gets to his feet and hits a high hip toss as Loon comes back, Loon rolls to the arena floor and stands outside the ring. Love smirks and runs to the opposite ropes getting some speed before leaping over the top rope down onto Loon sending the crowd into a frenzy.

JH: Chris Love takes to the air!

TM: Still desperate to live up to his brother. Never gonna happen.

JH: You don't know that.

As Love and Loon get to their feet Alex Evans jumps into the ring, he bounces off the ropes and comes flying over the top rope onto Love with a flipping sumersault heel-o taking out his partner in the process! The three men lay outside the ring in a heap, they get to their feet as Loon and Evans start to double team Love. They turn around just in time to see Torrence Coleman come flying over the top rope down onto all three men!

JH: And now everyone's down on the floor.

TM: Torrence driving into a pile of mine. Not a surprise if you ask me. Ow! Why'd you hit me?

Love and Loon the two legal men roll back into the ring at the referee's count of 6, Evans gets to his feet and onto the apron, Coleman slowly crawls along the arena floor before getting to her feet and to her corner, meanwhile Love and Loon are brawling in the ring, Loon getting the slight upperhand. He whips Chris Love into the corner and hits a hard clothesline, Love holds his chest as Loon sits him on the top rope, Loon climbs to the top rope and signals for a hurricanrana, as he comes off Love flips Loons legs off him and sends Loon crashing to the mat head and chest first.

JH: Hurracanrana countered by Chris Love.

Love stands on the top rope waiting for Loon to get to his feet, as he does he leaps off with a crossbody but is intercepted in mid-air by a springboard dropkick by Alex Evans! The crowd goes nuts for the move as Love rolls across the mat holding his stomach. Evans pulls Loon over to the corner and gets on the ring apron, he leans down and tags himself into the match, Chris Love gets to his feet holding his chest, he turns around into a vicious step up enziguri. Torrence gets into the ring to attack Evans, he turns around and hits a dropsault to her flipping back landing on Love! he hooks the leg


[align=center]One


Two


Kickout![/align]




Evans gets to his feet pulling Chris Love up, he whips Love into the ropes and hits a high leg lariat. He points to the top rope and gets to it. Evans goes for the Punked Out! Torrence comes into the ring to break up a count before it happens, out of nowhere Loon kicks Torrence in the stomach and throws her out of the ring between the middle and top ropes! He pulls Love up, getting him into a reverse DDT position hitting the Looner Eclipse! Loon goes for the pin!


[align=center]One


Two


three![/align]



JH: Loon picks up the victory with the Looner Eclipse!

TM: Ha! Love loses two weeks in a row! For some reason, I don't think his brother ever lost his first two matches.

MA: Here are your winners... ALEX EVANS AND LOOOOOOONNNNN TWO-POINT-FIIIIIVVVVE!

Loon jumps to his feet and celebrates the victory but it's short-lived as Alex spins him around, boots Loon in the midsection and DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING KI-KRUSHER MANEUVER! Alex pops back up to his feet, raising his arms in the air as the crowd boo him!

JH: What the hell was that?! You won the match!

TM: Yeah but HE didn't win! All because Torrence and Loon suck!

JH: Loon was his partner! They both got the win!

TM: HITCHEN! Someone as incredible as Alex doesn't NEED a tag partner to get him the victory!

Alex looks down at the two men laying at his feet and a twisted smile comes over the bitter man's face. He drops to the canvas and rolls aside, finding Michaela Menendez helping Torrence up to her feet. Torrence is favor her ankle, possibly having twisted it on the fall to the floor. Alex shoves Michaela aside, before shoving Torrence face-first into the ring-post! Torrence collides with the solid steel and crashes into the mats at ringside!

JH: GET AWAY FROM HER!

TM: I would've thought Torrence liked it from behind.

JH: Shut the hell up! The jokes are old! He just threw that woman's face into solid steel! All because he could pin a rookie like Chris Love!

TM: THAT is slander and I'll thank you not spread anymore around!

Alex lets out a laugh as he watches Torrence unmoving at ringside, the fans in the front row heckling him for his misygonist actions. Alex just shrugs and backs away from her. He moves up the steps and heads backstage, not looking back at the mess of bodies he leaves behind.

JH: Good! Get out of here! This is ridiculous!

Backstage in General Manager Madison Lee's office, we find… of course, General Manager Madison Lee. She is seated at her desk, telephone plastered to her ear as she nods her head to every word spoken.

Madison: That's fine. I'll announce it.

Just as Madison says this, Kennedy makes her way into the room. Madison hangs up the phone, jotting something down on a piece of paper before her. She looks up at Kennedy, folding her hands in front of her as she smiles.

Madison: What can I do for you?

Kennedy: Was that phone call about my tag team partner tonight?

Madison rolls her eyes at Kennedy's self-centered… err, ness.

Madison: No. It was about the International Championship match taking place at Deja Vu.

Kennedy: Oh. Well, can you tell me who my partner is tonight? I'd like to get in some limited strategy planning.

Madison: No, Kennedy, I can't. Your partner will be revealed to yourself and the world at the same time. When they make their way out to the ring for the match.

Kennedy lets out a frustrated sigh, bringing her hands to her hips.

Kennedy: You know, I really don't think this is fair. I've been here all week trying to track down my partner. I couldn't even find Dante Coles to question him. Is it Dante Coles? It better not be.

Madison: Kennedy. I'm not going to tell you. And you have nothing to worry about. Ragin' and Carlos Kane haven't been seen all week. I'm guessing they're not in love with the idea of tagging together. So I think you already have an advantage over them.

Kennedy tries to object but sees Madison's point rather quickly.

Kennedy: I better. Because I am not losing to these two men just because my partner is too incompetent and I didn't have time to prepare for it.

Kennedy turns on her heels and exit’s the room. Madison shakes her head and picks up the phone.

Madison: That girl is gonna drive me crazy.

Madison picks up the piece of paper she jotted the note down on, waiting for the phone to connect with who she needs to inform of these things.

As FIW programming returns to the arena, Onikage and JJ are standing in the middle of the ring. Onikage is resting up on top of the turnbuckle with a micro phone in his hand and JJ leaning back against the ropes with a mic in hand as well. Several fans jeer and boo the duo though it isn’t fazing Onikage who sits quietly. JJ on the other hand is glaring and telling them to respect some one like Onikage, which only further intensifies their jeers. Suddenly Onikage lifts up his micro phone and brings it to his lips.

Onikage: We are out here tonight not because either of us was put into a match, but rather to present and discuss some thing with all of you here in attendance and watching at home. You see James claims to know all there is to know about his opponent, me. However as I am going to show him at Déjà vu, James truly knows very little about me. What he knows is merely the tip of an iceberg that he certainly can not handle.

Jeers ring out from the fans and Onikage simply tilts his head to the side as he listens to them. His hair falling down to the left side revealing his right ear and the right side of his mask.

Onikage: But you see we aren’t here tonight to discuss my past, no, we are here to discuss James O’Brien’s past. Some of it you may know, some of it may be new to you.

The TNT’Tron springs to life with a photo of a child who if you look closely you could maybe tell who it is.

Onikage: Even at a young age there were signs of what James would later become. Known through out his neighbor hood as a bully he constantly picked on others smaller than him. At first it was for simple things like toys and things of that nature. Though like all bad habits and addictions it steadily increased with age. From toys it turned into lunch money and making fools of those weaker than him. Also as long as he had been getting report cards his read...

Pulling out some rather old looking cards from his pocket JJ brings his micro phone to his mouth.

JJ: Does not play well with others.

A raspy hiss like chuckle escapes from Onikage’s lips and he shakes his head slightly.

Onikage: How ironic that those words ring as true today as they did when James was a child. Next.

The photo of kid Jim is replaced by a teen-ager version of Jim with quite a few pimples. JJ turns his head away from the Tron in disgust and brings his micro phone to his mouth.

JJ: Oh my god! Take it away! Take it away! It’s horrible! My eyes! They burn!

Several jeers ring out at JJ’s direction as he chuckles, even Onikage isn’t finding that too amusing by the looks of it. Teen-age Jim is soon replaced by a photo of Jim during his trainee days of wrestling. The main difference between early FIW Jim and this one is his rather thick beard.

Onikage: Trained by a wrestler known by quite a few as Psycho Sam, James had quite the class. Among the students training with him were men who would later go on to become Giant Joe and Some Kind of Monster. Back then by the papers we’ve gained access too even Sam was some what worried over what James may do in the future. But then again with some one even more unstable like Some Kind of Monster he hardly had time to focus on his worries about James at the time. Like during one training session match where...

JJ pulls out a piece of paper and scans it a bit before reading it out loud.

JJ: During his match when another student grabbed his mullet James snapped and began violently assaulting him. It wasn’t until I stepped in even after all the students tried to that James stopped.

Feeling like his performance was so grand JJ bows to the fans and waves to them all the while the fans throw threats his way. A photo of Cerberus with Jim O’Brien standing behind them appears on the Tron.

Onikage: Ah yes, being kind hearted souls Cerberus gave a young rookie at the time like James a helping hand to break in when they made him their bodyguard. However even in his rookie years James longed to be a spotlight hog and so turned on his employers, and in the end waging a war against them. Of course all you fans loved him for this and he went on to gain a bit of momentum. Which led him to the Spirit of Honor Championship...

Replacing the Cerberus photo is a photo of Jim O’Brien holding the SoH shortly after winning it from Silent Rage.

Onikage: His reign lasting only a single month before James proved how dishonorable he truly is. He handed the title over to a drunken piece of filth by the name of Fozzy McQueen, a man who knew nothing of honor.

To a cheer from the crowd at the mention of his name grows a bit bigger when a photo of Fozzy defeating Jim for the title is put on screen.

Onikage: Then James blamed every one for his own failures and after throwing a fit ran off, thought never to be heard from again. If only we were that lucky...

A mix reaction from the crowd creeps out when a photo of Jim in a suit and mullet-less fresh off his return to the ring shortly before his DC title reign.

Onikage: Once again James attempted to be some thing he is not, rather than a happy go lucky man with a mullet he attempted to be a business man. He tried to be a suave and slick ass hole who thought he was better than all those around him. Oh yes it did get him some success in the form of the Dual Crown Championships. But once again his demons from the past in Silent Rage and Fozzy McQueen made jokes of his two reigns.

Quite a few jeers are directed at Onikage when a photo of Silent Rage performing the Dragon Suplex on Jim is shown.

Onikage: Then James finally showed you all the real James O’Brien. The one he had been trying to hide away his entire stint in Full Intensity Wrestling. No longer was James trying to be what he wasn’t, he wasn’t going to be the happy guy with the mullet or the ass hole with suits. No longer could he suppress the monstrous entity born out of anger and frustration that lived within him. James O’Brien, the Monster of TNT was born.

A photo of Jim looking rather dark and brooding is put up on the TNT’Tron.

Onikage: James was ruthless as he tried to destroy every thing in his sight. Sadly for James he ended up failing at the hands of one, Dante Coles. Though losing the titles and then losing to Dante, as well as finally letting the beast out of him had its toll. Steadily James’ mental health declined and insanity set into it, and he slid into madness. Blaming of all people the resident Ultimate Endurance Champion at the time, Brighty, for his state of health. In the end due to his mental state he was too unpredictable to predict and the fat man fell to the fat monster.

James smiling sadly with the UEC over his shoulder replaces the image of the Monster of TNT.

Onikage: For the fourth time, fifth if you count his Dual Crown reigns separately, James suffered bad luck with championships. Losing yet another title shortly, this time is was to Carlos Kane. The Monster of TNT was no more, James’ confidence shot down to an all time low.

Finally a more recent photo of Jim O’Brien is put on the Tron. It isn’t too flattering as he is sitting on his couch in his boxers with a tub of ice cream in hand. Tears are freely running down the big guy’s eyes as he watches Episode III.

Onikage: James was in a sense like a dog that had out lived its usefulness. Gone were the days when he could actually get the job done in a big match. And so I took it upon myself to take this duty, to take James out back and put two bullets in his skull.

The fans become furious and let Onikage know it when a picture of a bloody James hanging on the straight edge X wrapped in barbwire is shown.

Onikage: Sadly James is like a old stupid dog too in the sense that he doesn’t realize it’s his time to call it a day. When he should’ve left respectfully and just lay down he decided to try and continue this. To try and get one more match with me to prove he could still go, to show that he was still the Monster. Though I ask you, James, who are you trying to prove of this really? Me?...

The camera zooms in on Onikage as he points to it with a menacing look on his face behind the mask.

Onikage: Or yourself? Since it seems like you are trying to prove to yourself more so than to me or to the fans that you still have it. That you can still go with the younger dogs sort to speak. Wake up James, you’ve put yourself in a dangerous situation that you’ll soon regret being in. This time I’m taking my kid gloves off and am going to beat the truth into you. Since the sad and hard truth of the matter for you James, is that you are inferior to me. You can not beat me, maybe back when you were not the very definition of all the things I loath about veterans, but not now. Bring Miss Norton if it helps give you the courage to go through with this foolish act.

Leaning forward Onikage stares into the camera as some of his hair falls into his masked face. An almost eerie look in Onikage’s piercing dark pupils behind his mask.

Onikage: Remember James as I told you last week, remember, you wanted this. You were the one who forced my hand to deliver a much more precise blow to your heart. So when Déjà vu is over and you can back to your hotel room to try, and ease the pain of this lose. You’ll have no one but yourself to blame, there won’t be a Cerberus or a Silent Rage or me to blame for your failures. It’ll be slowly on you...remember that as it is after all for your own good...

”My Enemy” plays over the P.A. system as Onikage hops off of the turnbuckle. JJ lifts up Onikage’s arm as if he’s already won the match and points to him. Nearly the entire arena jeers and boos the duo as they leave the ring. The TNT cameras cut to a commercial break.

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JH: I gotta say, that was an explosive tag team match TNT opened the show with.

TM: Oh definately. But I'll bet that the upcoming match between Shannon Micheals and Melanie Halstead may possibly be just as, if not, more explosive than that.

JH: May be? C'mon, this is TNT! Best wrestlers in the world, yadda yadda yadda, all that stuff.

TM: Well, if they keep it mat based I'll be in Hog Heaven for sure. But if I see one Hurricanrana or Headscissor Takedown, I'm writing this one off.

JH: Y'know, you never mentioned why it is you hate Cruiserweight matches or moves.

TM: Because I-

[align=center]The arena goes dark as Deathstars "The rape of virtue" 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.


"You fall - so I walk away gone with your children's dreams of pain
And the deeper I reach, I fear not the righteous speech, Did you ever speak that name, a savaged word in vain, Cause I know that you hunger for cold and back"



As the chorus 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.


"As I rape your soul of virtue
I am god of lust and pain
Cold black, As I slay your soul of virtue
You are a slave of flesh and sin"



Shannon walks down the aisle way almost ignoring the fans, he stops at the end and looks into the ring


"You fall - so I walked away and with dying children I play....And deeper we go, you're an actor of a sinful show, Did you ever speak that name, a savaged word in vain, Cause I know that you hunger for cold and back"


Shannon walks up the steps slowly and gets into the ring as he gets in he flips the hood back before taking off his coat throwing it over the top rope to a waiting ring attendant.
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TM: ... which is why I don't like Cruiserweight or High Flying moves.

JH: Ah. Well, y'know it's understandable I suppose. What, with the incident with the Polar Bear and the Helicopter.

[align=center]The moog-a-licious opening to Darren Hayes’ “I Like the Way” hits our crowd and they respond as could be expected. Glitter and low lights set the mood for the arrival of Melanie Halstead as Darren begins singing the opening verse. Melanie waves to her fans (or at least the FIW fans watching her right now) as she walks to the ring and the song approaches its chorus.


Because I like the way you move in the dark...


Melanie gets down on all fours and slinks under the bottom rope as the lights drop to barely let us see her features.


I like the tension, the tension and the spark...


She pops to her feet as pyros EXPLODE from the turnbuckles and bring the lights back up in full. Melanie climbs a turnbuckle and thrusts a proud fist into the air, then climbs back down and awaits the start of the match as her music fades.
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TM: She gets pyro? ALREADY?! How come they don't give either of us pyro when we come to the ring?

JH: Because Madison Lee pinches her pennies 'til they bleed. OH YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! I MADE A SHOOT COMMENT!

Micheal Anderson, who's been midring the whole time, brings the mic to his lips and does what he does to bring home the bacon.

MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for One fall and has a Thirty Minute time limit!

Time limits are so old school. Just like the fan in the firth to top row marking out for 30 minute matches. I missed that guy.

MA: Introducing first... From DALLAS, TEXAS! Standing Five feet, Eleven inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Twenty Five pounds... The Flaming Dragon, SHANNNNONN! MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHEALS!

Shannon gets a polite pop from the crowd, to which he raises a fist to.

TM: Flaming indeed.

JH: Would you stop?!

MA: And the opponent, from Bismarck, NORTH DAKOTA! Five feet, Six inches. One Hundred and Forty Pounds... Melanieeeee HHHHHALLLLLLLLLLSTEAD!

And Melanie wins the war of pops between Shannon and her. She gets a great cheer from the crowd, including a standing ovation from some of her internet fanboys who think she's cuter than Mickie James.

To which I say, I'm sorry. But there are puppies that couldn't outcute Mickie James.


JH: This will definately be a competitive match for sure. Though how much we'll see from Melanie could be a question. She may still be feeling the effects of Micheals pushing her off the walkway from two weeks ago.

Anderson jumps up to the rafters using his super jumping powers and the referee signals to Timmy the Timekeeper for...

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

Melanie and Shannon circle one another, the Tie Up. Mel immediately goes for the arm and rings Shannon arm around with a Top Wristlock. But not long after it's perfectly applied does Shannon roll through it, right into a Rear Waistlock. But Melanie breaks the grip around her waist swivels downward and takes Shannon to the mat with a Single Leg Takedown. Melanie scoots closer and locks in a Side Headlock on the Flaming Dragon. Mel then swivels herself around, facing Micheals and applies a picture perfect Front Facelock. But Shannon grabs ahold of the wrist and twists his way out of the predictament, then looking to Hammerlock. But his attempt is unsuccessful as Melanie rolls through it and then as each grappler quickly gets to a vertical base, Melanie locks in another Headlock. Shannon forces Melanie back a couple steps, then shoves her to the ropes. Melanie bounces back off the ropes and connects with a Dropkick right to Shannon's chin! Shannon rolls backwards to a knee, clutching at his jaw as the sequence gets a good pop from the crowd.

JH: From the looks of it, I'd say Melanie has the technical edge on Shannon Micheals.

TM: Shannon needs to work more power into his game, use those suplexes he knows to his advantage. And keep in mind Jonathan, Melanie's neck can't be 100%. He needs for her to make a mistake, build off of that and use it to his advantage.

Shannon and Melanie circle once again, this time both a tad more cautiously. Both grapplers with their arms a little more extended and lower, as if to go for a Test of Strength. Melanie's right hooks up with Shannon's left, but immediately Melanie takes to the mat, swivels around and sweeps Shannon off his feet! Melanie keeps ahold of Shannon's hand and folds the arm into a Key Lock above Shannon's head. Richard Kelly slides down to see if Shannon's shoulders are on the mat, to which they aren't. Shannon then begins to scissor his legs around one of Melanie's feet, but before Shannon can get anywhere with it Melanie climbs to a vertical base keeping ahold of Shannon's hand in hers. With both grapplers now standing, Melanie nails a huuuuuge toe kick to Shannon's gut! And another! Melanie reels back, but Shannon turns and throws Melanie over his shoulder with a Judo-esque toss! With Melanie's and Shannon's hands still interlocked, Shannon uses it (and Melanie down on her back) to his advantage as he takes to the mat, shoves a leg behind Melanie's neck and his other across Melanie's arm and throat!

JH: Triangle Choke on Melanie! This is the opening that Shannon needs to capitalize!

TM: Cut out that air supply from Melanie's lungs, work on that sore neck... Melanie may be tapping or pass out soon.

Richard Kelly slides to eye level with Melanie, who looks to be feeling the effects of the Triangle Choke. That, or she's high. Regardless, her legs try to wriggle her body closer to the ropes. As she inches closer to the ropes, the legs around her throat and arm tighten. She's only now inches away from the ropes before she begins to slow down, and then stop. Kelly grabs ahold of Melanie's free hand, raises it up and it drops to the mat! Kelly does it a second time, and gets the same results!

JH: One more drop from Melanie and Shannon wins the biggest match of his TNT run, I'd say.

Kelly grabs ahold of Melanie's wrist, raises it...

AND IT FALLS!




BUT SHOOTS RIGHT BACK UP!

Melanie begins to squirm like a worm, and manages to scissor her feet around the ropes! Kelly orders Michaels to release to hold, to which Michaels obliges. As Micheals swivels himself off of Melanie, he drags her from the ropes and goes for the cover!


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!



THR - KICKOUT!
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Shock is painted across Micheals face as he holds up three fingers Richard Kelly's way. Kelly returns with two fingers of his own, which only frustrates Micheals. Micheals climbs to a vertical base and grabs a handful of Melanie's hair, bringing her to a vertical base as well. He throws a knee to Melanie's midsection, locks her in a front chancerie and snaps Melanie back with a Snap Vertical Suplex! Micheals rolls into the cover...

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!



THREE!


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JH: What an amazing display of intestinal fortitude by Melanie Halstead!

TM: But it's gonna take it's toll on ol' Melly, Jonathan. The more Micheals works on that neck of Halstead's, the more the match swings in his favor.

Micheals pounds the mat in disheartment, then climbs to a vertical base. He grabs ahold of Melanie's elbow and brings her back to her feet as well. He shoves Melanie's back to the ropes, then whips her to the ropes in front of her. She bounces back to a kick to a gut, then Micheals SETS UP MELANIE FOR A DIAMOND CUTTER!

JH: B-T-H!

BUT MELANIE SHOVES OUT OF IT! Micheals runs back to the ropes while Melanie paces her way towards the corner. Micheals sees that Melanie's near the turnbuckle and clutching at her neck. Micheals charges Melanie and NAILS MELANIE WITH A SPEAR! NO! Melanie leapfrogs over Micheals! MICHEALS GOES HEAD FIRST RIGHT INTO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE! Melanie swivels behind Shannon and rolls him up with a School Boy!

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



But Shannon shoots a shoulder up!
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JH: Is it... Is that it?!

Richard Kelly springs to his feet and signals to the Timekeeper that the match is over!

MA: Your winner of this match... MELANIEEEEE! HALLLLLLLLLLSTEAD!

'I Like The Way' explodes over the PA and referee Richard Kelly approaches Melanie Halstead, then raises her hand to the air!

JH: I gotta say, that was one of the closest pinfall victories I ever seen. But great quick thinking by Melanie. To go for that roll up right after Micheals went head on with the turnbuckle.

Melanie walks over to one of the corners and climbs the 2nd turnbuckle, welcoming in the warm reception from the TNT faithful. Meanwhile, Shannon Micheals rolls from the ring and wipes his forehead to check for blood. To which, that's a negative.

JH: But you gotta give Shannon Micheals credit, folks. He laid it all on the line tonight, just found himself on the short end of the stick again.

TM: Yeah, but could'ves, would'ves or should'ves won't win any gold, Jonathan.

We cue back to the ring, where Melanie's still taking in her recption from the fans, then we fade out.

TNT switches gears backstage, where we find that despicable yet adorable JJ. A cocky grin painted across his mouth, he turns down one of the many corridors into a Cafeteria, where he (and we) find a cook behind the counter. Though the Cook's back to us, the only thing worth of any notice besides the white robe and white hat on their head is the dark brown ponytail sticking out from under the hat. JJ smuggly approaches the counter and barks to our cook.

JJ: Hey... Get me a turkey sandwich.

With their back still turned to JJ, the cook replies in a high, femimine voice with an italian accent.

Cook: It's-ah on the way-ah.

JJ pauses for a second, hamsters running in their wheels in his mind. That voice sounds familiar... but from where? Ah well, JJ doesn't care a whole lot. He approaches a nearby pop machine. With one dollar put into the machine, with the push of two buttons, JJ gets two pops. As JJ pulls his sodas from the Machine and then a bag of chips from a shelf by the soda machine, we hear the Cook speak-ah again-ah.

Cook: It's-ah four ninetah fiveah.

JJ: Four Ninety five? The wrestlers get their food for free.

JJ approaches the counter, finding that the Cook still has their back to him. This only angers JJ moreso than before.

JJ: Hey, are you even listening to me? I said the roster eats free!

The Cook immediately stops what they're doing. The Cook then grabs ahold of the hat on their head and tosses it aside, turns and faces JJ. Turns out this cook is no cook at all! It's-

Kendra: Would you like to speak to my manager?

JJ's jaw drops to the floor as he sees his counterpart in Jim O'Brien and Onikage's affairs. But the only thing breaking the deafenince silence would be the slow clapping from someone behind JJ.

That someone... Jim O'Brien.

Jim smirks an evil smirk and takes several steps closer to JJ.


O'Brien: That was quite a show Onikage and yourself assembled earlier. Interestingly enough, me and Kendra can put on quite a show ourselves. We do a mean 'Punch and Judy.' And we've been told that we do the 'Who's On First' routine better than Abbott and Costello did. Who was on first, Kendra?

Kendra walks out from behind the counter and adjusts the fingerless gloves on her hands.

Kendra: I believe Who was on first.

Jim takes several more steps closer to JJ, where JJ's face is only inches away from Jim's chest. Behind him, Kendra approaches and stands right behind JJ. JJ looks around frighteningly; in front of him a man who's made his track record by destroying peoples lives and behind him a woman who's made her track record by twisting wrestlers like pretzels.

O'Brien: Do you know who's on third, JJ?

JJ: I... uh.... I don't know.

Jim ducks down right into JJ's face. He grits his teeth and growls...

O'Brien: He's on second.

And like that JIM GRABS JJ BY THE THROAT and TOSSES HIM RIGHT INTO THE POP MACHINE! JJ folds like an accordian upon impact and lands in the fetal position. Jim menacing steps over to a prone JJ, grabs a handful of hair and brings Onikage's student to a wobbly vertical base.

O'Brien: I tell ya... That was one of the best fucking tributes I ever seen, JJ?! I tell ya how much it touched me inside?! Cause y'know what? IT FUCKING DID! But no good deed goes without reward, JJ! And I'd like to give you yours.

Jim then drags JJ by one of the tables and Jim pushes himself into a standing headscissor! Jim wraps his arms around JJ's gut, lifts AND POWERBOMBS JJ THROUGH THE CAFETERIA TABLE! JJ splatters through the table, his bag of chips exploding under him! Jim takes a couple steps back from the wreckage, takes a deep breath and looks over to Kendra. he speaks in a rather delighted tone...

O'Brien: Look! Chips!

Jim takes a quick step over to the mashed potato chips across the floor, then swipes one off the ground. He tosses it into his mouth and chomps away.

Kendra: That was on the floor, y'know?

O'Brien: Nah, it landed on his shirt. And even if it did... haven't you heard of the five second rule?

Jim gets back to vertical and walks to the counter where JJ's turkey sandwich awaits. Jim picks the top piece of bread off it it and just spits the most disgusting loogey you ever seen onto it. He smashes the peice of bread back onto it, then throws it at the downed JJ.

O'Brien: Tell your master Kendra made the sandwich and I made the sauce. He'll get a real kick out of it, I'm sure.

Kendra folds her arms across her chest and begins to walk out from the Cafeteria, with Jim not too far behind. As Kendra steps out from the Cafeteria, a light bulb turns on above Jim's head. Figuratively speaking, I mean. he mumbles...

O'Brien: Have fun and forget about this place for awhile...

Repeating the advice from Kailey Lane once from his lips, but dozens of times in his head he approaches Kendra as they walk out of the Cafeteria.

O'Brien: Hey Kendra...?

Kendra stops in her tracks, allowing TNT's Man In Black to catch up and say whatever the he heck he's gonna say.

O'Brien: Listen... I know, helluva time to mention it, but... A few days before Deja Vu, I'm gonna be staying at my ranch. Get focused and concentrated on the match in a surrounding that's literally thousands of miles away from anything Onikage or even Wrestling. Find inner peace, that kinda stuff. And if you're not busy...

"Jim and me? Alone on a farm? This could end up really good or really bad." wanders through Kendra's mind as she ponders it.

Kendra: Well... Is it just gonna be-

O'Brien: Oh, um, well, Monster said he'd come by. And Joe said he'd fly in, despite his fear of heights. And-

Stopping Jim from his ramblethon would be Kendra's index finger, pressing against his lips. She smiles.

Kendra: I may have plans... But I'll let you know soon. Kay?

Kendra brings her finger back from Jim's mouth, where he replies.

O'Brien: *trying not to sound too excited, but c'mon, you know he's gotta be* Oh. Sure. No problem. It's all good.Don't worry about it. Take your time. I got nothin' but time.

Kendra: You should substitute some of that time for functioning brain cells.

Jim rolls his eyes, but can't help but smile at kendra's sarcasm. They turn their backs to the camera, walking down the corridor and away from all us. Jim can be heard saying... something. I dunno, he must've stuffed another twinkie in his mouth.

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Cutting backstage the camera focuses in on four eyes, well two eye balls and a pair of glasses to be exact. Pulling out the camera reveals the eyes and glasses belong to Smarty Smark, who just so happens to be walking some where with a contract in hand. Turning around a corner he enters the all too familiar locker room area. Not wasting time looking around he marchs right up to one and pushes open the door. Female screams ring out and insults fly as several females storm out of the locker room, a certain referee and two interviewers to be exact. It would appear Smarty has entered the oh so talked about and mystical, women's locker room. Not even letting their words phase him Smarty walks through the set of lockers to the other side of them. Suddenly he stops finding his target, Kailey Lane. His normal rather fake looking smile spreads across his lips as he advances towards Miss Lane.

Smarty Smark: My my my, if it isn't Miss Grand Prix herself. The most famous female wrestler who's name starts with K.....besides Kennedy Summers of course.

Taking a bow in mid-walk Smarty tries to turn on his "charm".

Smarty Smark: What a pleasure it is to finally meet you and do I have some thing special for you.

Suddenly looking as if the worst smell ever just hit her nostrils, Kailey rolls her eyes toward the ceiling and then hangs her head. The towel in her hands muffles the words that reflexively spring from her lips. Her head is shaking almost violently to and fro when she raises it again, and she chucks the towel down on the bench.

Kailey: No.

Smarty's smile falls flat into a frown as he looks Kailey over trying to figure out his next course of action.

Smarty Smark: Now now Miss Lane, that is no way to treat some one. I haven't even revealed what I have for you.

Casually he walks over to the other side of Kailey holding out the contract.

Smarty Smark: What I have here for you is a contract, that if you sign will mean you'll be maaged by the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark. I would not take this offer lightly or reject it so quickly if I were you. You've already seemed to have made quite a few enemies here.

A much more delightful smile creeps over Smarty Smark's face as he thinks of what he is about to say.

Smarty Smark: Ragin' and Nadia, Kennedy, and Dante as well as Onikage to name a few. More and more you are finding the walls closing in around you Miss Lane. It is times like these that you need friends to aid you. Friends who can help even out the numbers of those who wish to harm you.

Care freely Smarty Smark strolls a bit away from Kailey Lane, though his back turned to her she can hear the happiness at playing this card in his tone.

Smarty Smark: I'm also quite certain Ninja would be happy to have his friend with him under my command. After all what kind of a friend would leave their own friend high and dry? What kind of friend wouldn't do all they could to make sure their friends are happy?

Tilting his head to the side only the corner of his eye is visible to Kailey, a joyful twinkle in it. The corner of his mouth visible to the FIW Diva is grinning evilly cheerful.

Smarty Smark: If they wouldn't be willing to do these things, they don't sound like the type of friends I'd want my clients to associate themselves with.

Kailey looks at Smarty as if he has lost his mind, not that he has much of one to lose. Her eyes narrow as her lips curl into a sarcastic grin.

Kailey: Oh, you've got it down, don't you. Your schpeel is amazing. Simply amazing.

Smarty seems rather pleased with himself and bounces on the balls of his feet, awaiting the good word he expects to hear.

Kailey: I'll tell you what, Mr. Smark, why don't you get out of here...

Kailey pauses for a second for effect.

Kailey: ...before I MAKE you get out of here.

The infamous snort like laughter rings out, echoing in the women's locker room. Spinning around on the heels of his shoes Smarty looks rather amused.

Smarty Smark: Here I thought you had manners, but silly me it seems like nearly all the idiotic brutes I've dealt with you are no different. I suppose wrestlers with actual manners and common sense are a rare thing in this day and age. But please Miss Lane, strike me down if you wish, heck bloody me up some. Why? Well look over there..

Smarty points to the very top of the far left corner wall.

Smarty Smark: And don't forget right here.

Smarty this time points to the camera and it's user.

Smarty Smark: These cameras would catch on film your assault of me, and oh trust me when I tell you I could make your life hell for it. All any judge on the American Justice System would need is to see the footage and you'd be in quite a bit of trouble Miss Lane. You seem to forget I'm not a wrestler, there for you strike me and you break the law.

As gracefully as he can Smarty Smark walks over to Kailey and leans forward so they are face to face.

Smarty Smark: I came here to extend my hand for Ninja, and Ninja alone. Personally I don't like you, I think you like to put ideas that should never enter into his skull into Ninja's head. But since he likes you and considers you a friend I was willing to humor the man. Maybe if you signed with us he'd be more well behaved at times. You see I don't care about any thing besides if my product, my clients are happy and making money. Because when they make money, I make money. More often than not it's when they are happy that they make money too.

Taking in a deep breath Smarty stands up and takes a few steps away from Kailey again.

Smarty Smark: If you even try to come in contact with my client again Miss Lane I will make sure you'll regret it. Leave him to those who know what's best for him and we'll leave you to continue to do whatever it is you do. Which by the looks of it is swim in your own self-pity of all the idiotic choices you made in life.

Confident that last part hit her where she lives, Smarty turns on his heel to pace across the room. After reaching his destination a few feet away though, he notices that the room is very quiet. Wondering why she is taking so long to say anything, he turns to look at Kailey. Just then, the sound of the spring on the door hits his ears and he looks over as it closes behind one Kailey Lane as she

Smarty Smark: Flawless Victory.[/booming voice]

Whistling happily Smarty struts towards the door, seeming quite pleased with himself. Looking up at the ceiling Smarty Smark releases a happy sigh.

Smarty Smark: And yet another piece of this game falls into place just as I predicted.

Going back to whistling Smarty pulls open the door and leaves the women's locker room. The camera zooming in on the door for a few moments before cutting else where.

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.

"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!"


JH: Well, this has been an interesting journey. Graver and April Lynn, not only teaming together, but winning, a lot. And now they’re got themselves a tag team championship shot.

TM: Can you imagine if they win? They’ll be a proper team, with gold and everything.

Graver enters the arena and throws up some metal, throwing it so damn hard he goes back on one foot, then leans forward, free hand on his knee, shows the horns to a fan and turns it into a middle finger. Graver laughs and makes his way to the ring, pointing to fans and doling out well-deserved 'fuck you's. He enters the ring and bee-lines to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope and flipping off the fans once more before dismounting and turning around.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the FIW, TAG, TEAM, CHAMPIONSHIPS. Introducing first, weighing in at 190lbs, from Detroit, Michigan, HE, IS, GRAAAAAVEEEEEEEEER!!!

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.

JH: April could leave here tonight a double champion.

Dropping her duster off her shoulders, she tosses it aside before removing her Cruiserweight Championship and raising it in the air for all the fans to see. She turns holds it up for the opposite side of the arena and then passes the belt off to the ref. She backs into her corner, doing some last minute preparations for the forth-coming contest.

MA: And his tag team partner, Aurora, Ohio, she is the FIW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIOOOOON, APRIIIIIIIIL, LYYYYYYYYYYN!!!

"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.

“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”


JH: This is an important match for the M.o.M., they need this win…

TM: Or Remy gets his legs broke.

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

“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering
My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”


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.

MA: And their opponents, from New Orleans, Louisiana, at a combined weight of 530lbs, They are the FIW TAG TEAM CHAMPION, Carl Lucas, Remy Barteaux, THE MERCHANTS, OF, MENAAAAAAAAACE!!!

Both teams reside themselves to their corners. April glares across the ring but Remy avoids her eye contact as he discusses strategy with his silent compadre. Graver steps forward past April, ready to start the match but soon changes his mind as he sees Remy stepping out onto the apron. He taps April on the shoulder and quickly steps through the ropes, leaving his “partner” on the canvas with the 338lb Carl Lucas.

JH: Oh come on.

TM: Hey, alls fair in love and title matches.

Carl turns back to Remy, not wanting to start things off against Miss Lynn, but the smaller Cajun shoos him toward ring centre. He reluctantly complies, moving forward to where Logan Black is waiting. April steps forth too, steely determination behind her eyes as she glares up at the big man.

JH: This should be…interesting.

Logan does the whole explaining the rules thing, but neither seem to be taking any notice as they’ve heard it all before. He calls for the bell…

DING, DING!

…and the match is on. Much to Carl’s surprise, April puts her hands up, motioning for a test of strength. He seems reluctant at first but she insists, and so the two lock up. But before he can do anything April fires a stiff boot into his gut! And another, and another, slowly folding the big man in two as she pummels his ribs with her foot! He’s almost doubled over as she lets go of his hands and runs to the ropes behind her. She rebounds, charges back into him and grabs him around the head, spinning him round and planting him with a Tornado -- NO! As she spins him round, Carl pushes her off and she lands on her feet on the other side of the ring!

JH: That wasn’t a very hard counter, I think the big fella might be holding back a tad.

TM: And it’s stuff like that that’s gonna lose them the titles. Remy knows how it works, that’s why he sent the big guy in there against her in the first place.

April seems more pissed by Carl’s half-arsed effort then she does about being countered. She steps right up to him and gets as close to in his face as she can, but all the smack talking seems to be only a distraction…as she drives a boot into his knee cap!

TM: Ouch, that looked nasty.

JH: April ain’t messing about here.

Carl flinches as he reaches down to grasp his knee, but she hits it again, and again before running to the side and rebounding off the ropes, and flying back in with a low dropkick that takes the big man down to a knee!

TM: She got him down!

With him kneeled, April runs once more at the ropes behind him, ricocheting off them and returning with a Spinning Wheel Kick that takes her over his back and drives her ankle into the back of his head! He staggers forward but doesn’t go down, instead he tries to rise! Only to find himself in perfect position for April to come charging into him and hook his head into a chancery, before dropping him with a…

JH: DEE DEE TEE!!! April’s felled the big man!

She drops down and tries to roll him over onto his back for a pin, but it’s slow going due to his sheer size. She gets him about half way before he comes back to his senses and pie faces her away! She rolls back but manages to scamper to her feet as Carl slowly takes to his. She runs in, but stops dead as he rises to full height and glares down at her.

TM: I think she pissed him off.

She swallows her fear and charges in anyway, but her moment of hesitation costs her as she runs straight into a massive palm that wraps it’s huge fingers around her throat! She claws at the hand, trying to pry it off her as she flails her legs about, but to no avail. Carl hoists her up into the air.

JH: SILENCE IS GOLDEN!!!

He moves back toward ring centre and -- Wait! One of her flailing legs inadvertently strikes him in the gonads and he drops her back to the canvas! She lands on her feet but staggers backwards, right into her corner, and right into a blind tag from Graver! April looks a little annoyed, but is grateful for the chance to catch her breath. She regains her bearings as her partner enters the ring, but instead of exiting, she moves around to Carl’s side…and hits a Dropkick to that knee! Carl is down to one knee again as Graver runs in, steps off it and clobbers him with the…

JH: SHINING MEATHOOOOOOOKAAAHHHH!!!

Carl flops backwards, Graver covers!

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Two!!

Thr -- NO!!![/align]

Carl pushes Graver off and sends him across the ring!

TM: Wow. That was a close one, and some great team work from April and Graver.

JH: I’m shocked to say it but yeah, it was some good teamwork there. And it very nearly got them the gold. Only problem now is that I doubt Carl’s gonna hold back on Graver like he did with April.

Carl rolls over and slowly begins to get to his feet, as does Graver. The reject finds his verticality quicker then the Cajun and charges in, but Carl lurches forward and takes his head off with a HUGE Clothesline that sends him crashing back into the canvas! Carl backs up into the ropes and a takes moment to gather his senses after that meat hook, as Graver rolls about on the mat.

JH: Huge power from Carl. If he can keep the advantage then he can keep those titles.

Carl lumbers forward and grabs Graver by the back of his neck, dragging him to his feet. He leads him towards the nearest corner and shoves him shoulder first into the turnbuckle! He drags him out, whips him across the ring and awaits his return with a raised boot!

JH: SOOOOUL -- NO!

Graver slides under Carls leg and out of the ring! Before the big guy can even turn round, Graver grabs one of his legs and yanks it out from under him…or at least, he tries, but Carl’s standing firm. He yanks his leg forward, dragging Graver into the apron and knocking him to his ass on the outside. The Detroit native seems less then impressed and is quick to get to his feet, only for Carl to reach through the ropes and wrap a wrap a big old hand round his neck! He hoists him off his feet and pulls him back into the ring!

TM: Arh, come on! That’s gotta be illegal.

Logan has a word with Carl about the choke, but he doesn’t seem to care. He pulls the Grave one off his feet and brings his free hand to join the other round his throat.

JH: He’s setting him up for some Silent Treatment!

Carl holds him dangling there for a moment, then -- gets his eye thumbed! Graver drops to his feet, then staggers backwards as he tries to suck in some precious 02. Apparently good old Logan didn’t see the how exactly Graver managed to escape the hole, and doesn’t seem to care too much either.

JH: I think Logan needs his eyes tested.

TM: I think Carl does, HA!

With the big man temporarily blinded, Graver makes his move -- but he’s staggered to close to the Cajun’s corner where Remy reaches over the top rope, grabs a hand full of hair and slams Graver down into the canvas! Logan protests, but Barteaux, like everyone else, doesn’t give a crap. He calls to Carl who stumbles toward him, close enough for Remy to take to the top rope, reach out and make the tag, before dropping down, knees first, into Graver’s chest!

JH: Finally Remy makes his presence known.

Remy is quick to his feet, and dragging the winded Graver with him. He whips him across the ring and stands his ground, waiting for him to come back to him so he can fling him into a neutral corner with an angled Hurricanrana! Graver rolls to a seated position, propped up against the turnbuckles, as Remy charges in and glances a low Dropkick right off his jaw! He hops to his feet and begins to stomp away on his downed prey.

JH: He’s really unloading here.

TM: It’s all that pent up frustration, ya know, from not getting any.

JH: But you don’t get any and you don’t go Hulk Smash on everybody.

TM: Yeah but…HEY!

Remy grabs himself a handful of Graver hair and pulls him back to his feet, slapping him about his moosh before hauling him up onto his shoulders, Samoan style. He spins his legs onto the top rope, takes a moment to glance at April, and then drops into a Stunner!

JH: CAJUN SPICAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!

Remy covers! Logan counts!

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Two!

Th -- NO!
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Remy is forced off the pin as April Lynn tears into the ring and dropkicks him right in the back!

TM: OoOoOoOoO!!!

Remy rolls off and into a sitting position, just in time to see April backing out of the ring. He rises to his feet, his eyes locked on April’s the whole time.

JH: You can feel the tension between these two.

Remy moves toward the opposing corner, but Logan actually does his job for once and gets in his way, holding him back and pointing to Graver as if to say, that’s the legal man, go hit him. Remy pauses, staring past Logan and right at April, who holds his stare…until Graver throws his arm between his legs and doubles the Cajun over!

TM: HA! Keep your mind on the game, ya idiot.

JH: How could Logan not have seen that?

Graver gets to his feet and spins Remy round, before placing a boot into his gut and…

TM: BAM!!!

JH: Stunner from Graver!

Remy crashes to the canvas and Graver rolls to his knees, still shaking off the cobwebs from the Cajun’s Stunner. He looks up to see April leaning over the top rope, hand outstretched. He gets to his feet, takes a quick glance toward Remy, then tags April in.

JH: This should be interesting.

April reaches down and pulls the groggy Remy back to his feet, placing a boot in his gut as she does so. She grabs him by the wrist and whips him into a neutral corner. He crashes back first into the buckles and April charges in after him, hopping onto his thighs and grabbing his head as she flips him back into the centre of the ring!

JH: Nice Monkey Toss there from April.

Remy dizzily tries to get to his feet, but April’s on him. She fires a knee into his gut to keep him doubled up and then heads for the ropes. She rebounds, grabs a hand full of his hair and swings him down to the canvas with the…

JH: POWERFUL FACEBUSTAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

TM: Does exactly what the name suggests.

Remy bounces onto his back from the impact and April scrambles to her feet. She moves back over to her downed opponent and kicks her leg into the air, catching it by her head before dropping it down across his throat!

JH: SPLIT DECISIOOOOOOOON!!!

TM: Enjoy it while it lasts Remy, that’s the closes your ever getting.

April reaches down and peels Remy off the canvas, pulling his head into a front chancery as she signals for the end -- But here comes Carl! He charges in and swings a tree trunk like arm right at April’s head -- NO! She drops Remy to the side and dodges out of the way just in time. The big guy spins round to see where she went and finds her opposite him, taunting him to bring it on. He seems set to do just that…until Graver launches himself off the turnbuckle and onto his back!

JH: What the hell is he doing?

TM: Choking the big guy out by the looks of things.

That he is, as Graver wraps his arms around Carl’s neck and squeezes as hard as he can. The big fella staggers around but can’t seem to shake him. As he starts to fade, Remy starts to climb to his feet. He reaches verticality and shakes the cobwebs loos from his noggin, just in time to see April launching herself off the top rope towards him!

JH: APRIL SHOWEEE -- NOOO!!!

Remy catches the incoming April and sits out, powerbombing her into the canvas!

JH: We were so close to having new tag team champions!

Remy rolls to his feet and quickly glances around the ring, still not quite with it after Ms Lynn’s attack. He sees Carl fading fast as Graver continues to choke the life out of him. The big man’s down to one knee, which gives Remy an idea. He charges forth, steps off Carl’s knee and swings his ankle into the back of Graver’s head!

JH: BOURBON STREET BLUUUUUUUUUUES!!!

Graver flops to the floor and Remy tends to his team mate, as April slowly pushes herself back off the canvas. The Cajuns take a moment to regroup and Remy points Carl toward Ms. Lynn. He stalks up behind and leans down, scooping the dazed diva onto his shoulders as Remy steps out onto the apron in front of her! He leaps up onto the top rope and…pauses. He just sits there for a moment, staring at April’s dazed and confused face…before leaping off with a clothesline!

JH: THE ASSASINS BLAAAAAAADAAAHHHHHHH!!!

Remy moves straight into a cover!

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Two!!


Three!!!
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JH: That’s it! M.o.M. retain!

MA: Here are your winners, and STILL the FIW Tag Team Champions, Remy Barteaux, Carl Lucas, THE MERCHANTS, OF, MENAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!

Remy rolls from the ring and snatches the title belts from the time keeper, tossing one to Carl as he leads his team up the side of the walkway.

JH: He seems in a hurry to get out of here.

TM: Can you blame him? Probably doesn’t wanna be around when April comes to.

Graver rolls up to his ass and looks out toward the entrance, visibly pissed that the Cajuns once again walk off with the gold, as April slowly starts to stir within the ring.

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JH:Tonight we have a match with rather interesting bed fellows.

TM: I didn’t know Swytch swung that way, makes sense why I’ve never seen him with a chick though. I mean honestly even one of those fat goth chicks you think he’d be able to get with.

JH: What? No, I’m referring to how we wouldn’t see every say Swytch defending his titles against-

TM: MY MAN!

JH: –Extreme Ninja #2.

TM: Wooo! Go Ninja!

JH: I take it Smarty gave you your weekly bribe money then?

TM: Hells yeah.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen your next match is scheduled for one fall with a one hour time limit. And it is for the Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championships!

The tune of classic kung-fu music echoes through out the P.A. speaker and soon “Ninja" kicks in.
[align=center]"Damn I wish I could be a Ninja"

“Damn I wish I could be a Ninja"

“Damn it feel good to see people up on it"
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As the music continues to play smoke fills the arena and a mysterious cloaked figure walks out. A few of the fans dressed up like Ninjas begin to cheer on their hero. Slowly the cloaked figure raises his head to have the hood fall off and reveal his Ninja mask. The rest of the fans cheer on Extreme Ninja #2 as he pumps his sign proudly up into the air while Paper Bag Man walks out as well. “Eat your vegetables!" the sign reads as he charges along the entrance ramp before he hops over the top rope and PBM walks around the ringside area. After entering the ring Ninja sets his sign in the nearest corner to him and disrobes himself. Awaiting for the match to begin.

JH: So since Ninja has decided to go Smarty Smark-less into this match are you going back to hating him?

TM: Hey now, I am a man of my word as long as that price is right. So since Smarty paid me to whore out Ninja, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

JH: In either case this is going to be a true test of character for Extreme Ninja #2.

The house lights drop and smoke billows out onto the stage as the opening chords to "The Outsider" are strummed out into the arena. A dim glow peeks through the smoke and begins to pulse with the beat.

[align=center]"Help me if you can
It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired
So could you please..."
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The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a figure appears on the stage amidst the smoke and pulsing lights. The figure wades through the smoke and stops at the top of the walkway causing the crowd to cheer for the painted man before them...Swytch.

[align=center]Help me understand why
You've given in to all these
Reckless dark desires
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Swytch raises the SoH and GHC titles into the air, staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes and his murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin. He treads down the walkway to the ring, stepping along the apron to the corner where he starts to climb. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle once again raising the titles into the air.

[align=center]You're lying to yourself again
Suicidal imbecile...
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He steps over the ropes and drops down into the ring, falling backwards against the turnbuckles. Swytch sits on the middle pad lazily, his head twitching slightly as he waits for the match to start.

TM: I hope Ninja kicks Ronald’s ass.

JH: While I respect and like both men it doesn’t look like Swytch is going to let Extreme Ninja #2 leave the arena tonight without a few trophies if you will for this match.

TM: He’s just jealous because he realizes how stupid of a mistake it was to turn down Smarty Smark’s services.

JH: Some how I don’t think that’s it.

Both Extreme Ninja #2 and Swytch walk towards the center of the ring where Tony Clark is awaiting them. As Mister Clark explains the rules of the match to them Swytch clutches his titles near him and Ninja simply nods. Clark attempts to take the SoH and GHC from Swytch who keeps his death grip on the titles while his head begins twitching violently.

MA: Introducing first, the challenger…he hails from Detroit, Michigan and weighs in at 180 pounds. Standing at five feet and eleven inches he issss…EEEEEEXXXXXXTRRRRREMMMMME NNNNNNNIIIIIIIINNNNNJA NNNNNUMMMMMMBERRRR TWOOOOO!!!

Ninja lifts up his sign which reads “Cheap Pop” to of course the crowd cheers for like wild. Swytch taking a moment away from his struggle over the belts with the referee to snarl at his opponent’s fanfare.

MA: And introducing the reigning champion…he hails from Odessa, Texas and weighs in at 230 pounds. Standing at six feet and one inch he isssss…SSSSSSSSSSSSSSWWWYYYYYYYYYYYYYTCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHH!!!

Ripping the belts right from Tony’s grip Swytch lifts his treasures into the air happily. The reaction being mostly of respectable clapping and cheering for the reigning champion besides a few odd fans who hate Ninjas. Seeing his chance with Swytch distracted Tony Clark snatches the belts out of Swytch’s hands and holds them up for all the fans to see before handing them over to the time keeper.

JH: Swytch certainly didn’t seem happy that Tony took his belts away from him.

TM: Yeah because they are Swytch’s only friends, no one else wants to hang around that freak.

JH: That’s not the case, I just believe it’s the fact that the titles mean so much to Swytch after all the work he’s gone through to get them.

TM: Right, he hardly knows half the time where he is let alone knowing all he’s done to get those belts that he DIDN’T earn.

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

Extreme Ninja #2 extends his hand in front of him offering Swytch it to shake. The reigning DC champ tilts his head to the side and looks over the gloved hand with much curiosity. Slowly a demented grin spreads across his black lips and he accepts the hand shake to cheers from the fans.

TM: Cheap shot him! Cheap shot him while you have the chance Ninja!

JH: Quiet you, it is nice to see a bit of sportsmanship between these two men who are competing for the greatest prize a FIW wrestler can dream to have.

TM: This is gag worthy.

JH: Yes I know having honor is a foreign concept to you but would you please shut up already.

Releasing the hand shake the two men circle the ring from one another, getting their heads into the right mindset for the match in front of them. Without warning Ninja rushes forward and goes for a lariat only for Swytch to duck it. Bouncing off the ropes Extreme Ninja looks to try a second time only for Swytch to nearly spear him right out of his slipper like Ninja shoes. Taking him down to the mat Swytch throws wildly haymakers, jabs and nearly any other type of punch down onto his fallen opponent. On the outside Paper Bag Man slams his hands against the apron trying to rally the fans behind EN.

JH: Vicious strikes our Dual Crown champ is delivering to his challenger.

TM: See this is bull crap, it’s bad when guys I like bend the rules but oh it’s okay for Swytch to try and commit murder.

JH: Murder? Stretch the truth much?

With a spring in his step Swytch hops off of Ninja’s beaten body and grabs it by the top of his mask. He throws Extreme Ninja in front of him and wraps his arm around his head before cheers begin to build for what’s coming. Lifting him up Swytch seems to be taking in quite a bit of pleasure of delivering Mind Fuck. However perhaps he took a bit too much of his sweet time as Ninja wiggles around in mid-air and manages to slide right behind Swytch. Pushing the Dual Crown champion into the ropes before Ninja hops up and connects with a jumping back brain kick taking both men down.

TM: Yes! Ninja is still in this!

JH: I think Swytch might’ve been thinking too lightly of his opponent this time. Since Ninja managed to have the strength needed to get out of that dangerous situation.

TM: I’m telling you Jonathon, it’s his uber duper super secret Ninja skills.

Staggering up to his feet Swytch is caught off guard when Ninja grabs a hold of him and whips him into the turn buckle. Charging forward Extreme Ninja #2 nearly takes the champ’s head off with a missile dropkick. In a very bad move Swytch slumps down into a sitting position against the turnbuckle trying to recover. Ninja rolls over to nearly the complete opposite side of the ring before rolling up to his feet. Like many men before him Extreme Ninja takes a running start before he leaves his feet hitting…

TM: CANNON BALL IN THE CORNER!

JH: Or what some could call a standing tope con hilo into the corner.

TM: Take that Swytch, a mouth full of Ninja butt.

JH: I actually think it was more Ninja’s back that hit Swytch.

TM: Yeah but it’s grosser to say butt.

Not realizing it Ninja has set himself up perfectly for Swytch who suddenly springs to life and rolls his opponent right up into a jack knife pin. Tony Clark making sure Swytch or Ninja don’t have their legs on the ropes before dropping down and starting the count.


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TM: Kick out kick out kick out kick out kick out!

JH: This certainly could be it!


[align=center]Tw-No! Reversed![/align]

Extreme Ninja #2 grabs hold of the bottom rope and uses it to push the two of them right over. Quickly snatching up both of Swytch’s legs Tony is left with nothing to do but start another count.


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TM: Yes! Please don’t kick out please don’t kick out please don’t kick out please don’t kick out!

JH: Impressively Ninja has reversed the pin fall into yet another pin fall attempt!


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JH: I think Swytch’s mind must be racing with this sudden reversal.

TM: He’s probably too stupid to kick out.


[align=center]Thre-No! Kick out![/align]

Scrambling right out of the pin and away from Ninja, Swytch looks like a man who was just shot at. His eyes darting around the ring and ringside area as he pulls himself back up to his feet with the middle rope. The expression on his face tells the story that he hadn’t expected that to occur. In an instant his expression contorts into anger over that embarrassment by his foe. Not letting Extreme Ninja #2 even get back up to his feet he nearly beheads the smaller man with a low yakuza kick.

TM: Oh lookie, it seems Swytch is ready to throw a fit because Ninja is giving him a challenge.

JH: Well to be fair Ninja is certainly showing much more spirit and skill than he has in any other match before this one. Though that is good for him since it means he might just survive this exchange. But for Swytch it doesn’t do any favors for.

TM: Just admit it, Swytch fears the Ninja.

JH: How about no?

Trying to get back up to his feet Ninja’s greeting is a spinal side kick from Swytch. Shuffling on his knees away from the champ Extreme Ninja #2 holds up his sign which reads “Holy Smokey the Bear!” Delivering yet another spinal kick Swytch licks his lips starting to enjoy himself once again. As Ninja tries to get back up to his feet again Swytch looks to go for a spinal kick causing his foe to flinch. However Swytch merely was faking and delivers a shuffle kick to the side of EN #2’s skull.

JH: Dear lord! Those are vicious! Listen to the sheer smacks those are making!

TM: Talk about an echo affect.

JH: Wouldn’t surprise me if Ninja came out of this with some welts.

TM: But the pain will all be worth it if he walks away with those two belts around his waist.

JH: That is quite true Thomas.

Kneeling down on one knee Ninja forces himself through the pain to stand up to quite a few cheers from the fans. However this act of bravery only furthers to enrage the Dual Crown champ as he connects with a side kick to the kidney area of the challenger. The end results being that Extreme Ninja #2 falls back down to one knee and now is clutching his side in pain. Giving himself a running start Swytch hurries forward before leaping right over Ninja and in mid-leap grabbing his head. Ninja’s head snaps back sickeningly in a modified leaping over neckbreaker.

TM: C’mon Ninja, get back into this thing. I know you can do it!

JH: I think your free booze ticket may pun intended dry up if EN can’t pull off the win.

TM: Don’t even joke about such things.

Picking up the lifeless lump called Extreme Ninja #2 Swytch seems to now be in a great mood. Wrapping his ankle behind Ninja’s and wrapping his arm around the front of his neck. Evil intentions in Swytch’s mind when he slams back first against the canvas delivering the One Second of Insanity. Rolling the near corpse looking body of Extreme Ninja #2 over onto his back and lays on top of him for the pin, hooking the far leg.


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JH: One Second of Insanity could be all that it takes to put Ninja away. He put up a good fight but no one could fault the man for falling at the hands of the FIW Dual Crown Champion.

TM: Damn it! Do some thing PBM!


[align=center]T-No! Kick out![/align]


JH: What in the world…

TM: Oh yes baby! Ninja is still in this thing!

JH: I’m utterly speechless at what just transpired here.

Swytch sits up with his happy mood disappearing as quickly as a can of beer at an AA meeting with Steve Austin and Sandman at it. For no real reason Swytch begins to bug Tony Clark over the kick out. Tony doing just his job holds up one finger showing that Ninja kicked out before even the two was fully counted. This doesn’t set quite well with Swytch who grabs Clark by his shirt pulling him right over EN’s body. It appears as Swytch holds up three fingers that he disagrees with the referee’s call but Tony Clark still tries to talk sense into the champion.

TM: You strike that official and your D.Q.ed you stupid freak!

JH: Swytch would never lay a hand on Tony in that way.

TM: Right, are we talking about the same Swytch here?

JH: I think he is just worked up because he thought that would be it.

While the arguing between Swytch and Clark continues on Extreme Ninja #2 begins to stir back to the land of the living. On weak legs Ninja pushes himself back up to his feet and steadies himself. Swytch finally becomes aware of his opponent’s revival when EN grabs him and tries to whip him. Dropping Tony Swytch reverses the whip into the ropes on Ninja sending the challenger rushing into them. Before Extreme Ninja #2 even hits the ropes he hops right up into the air landing on the top. Performing a picture perfect corkscrew he spins back towards Swytch and sends the monster tumbling down to his knees with a corkscrew shining wizard off the top rope.

JH: DAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNGERRRRRRROUSSSSSSSSS~!!!

TM: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCHHH~!!!

JH: Ninja just damn near caved Swytch’s head in!

TM: Pin the man! Pin him! Pin him! Pin him god damn it!

As if he mentally got Thomas Moore’s command Extreme Ninja #2 rolls up Swytch into a modified small package. The fans erupt into cheers when Tony drops down to one knee and begins to count along with him.


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JH: Wouldn’t it be some thing if Extreme Ninja #2’s first taste of gold was the FIW Dual Crown Championships?!

TM: And oh lordy what a celebration after party Smarty would hold for that!


[align=center]2![/align]


JH: Do you ever think of any thing else besides booze?

TM: Why yes, such things as women and good technical wrestling to name a few things.


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No!

Kick out!
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Ninja’s body language tells the story of his frustration beginning to sink in over this title match. Grabbing him by his short black locks EN pulls Swytch right up to his feet. Batting Extreme Ninja’s arms away like flies Swytch hits yet another spinal kick to the back of his opponent. Venting some of his anger Swytch connects with yet another spinal kick that causes Extreme Ninja #2’s entire body to tremble under the force. To make it a hat trick Swytch connects with yet another spinal kick resulting in Ninja falling back into the ropes.

JH: These martial art kicks that Swytch has been targeting Ninja’s spine through this entire match are down right disturbing.

TM: That idiotic clown thinks this is all fun and games too.

JH: At this rate he will end up crippling Ninja.

TM: Well maybe we could get him a job here with us then, he could be our own Dean minus the steroid rage.

Wasting no time Swytch runs forward and gets ready to take EN #2’s head off with a lariat only for the smaller opponent to bend forward. That sends Swytch flying right over Ninja and onto the apron, even managing to land on his feet. Rearing back Ninja hits Swytch with a elbow before he turns around to face him. Carefully he wraps his left arm around Swytch’s neck and grabs a handful of Swytch’s pants with the right hand. Pulling him up onto the top rope EN balances him up on it before he pulls back drilling Swytch head first with a spiked DDT.

TM: Ha, looks like Ninja just crowned Swytch!

JH: That really was just a horrible movie.

TM: Indeed and was very not funny.

Bringing Swytch back up to his feet Ninja pushes him into the middle rope which and wraps Swytch’s arms around the middle rope. Taking a few steps back he then proceeds as fast as lightning to run at the champ and slips right over the middle rope. Stopping himself from falling by wrapping his arms around Swytch’s left arm and swinging his legs around and wrapping them around Swytch’s right arm. Instantly Swytch comes back to as he roars in pain as Ninja using his legs and arms wrenches back on both of Swytch’s arms twisted into the middle rope.


[align=center]1![/align]


TM: That’s pretty damn innovative, what would you call that?

JH: Well if I were to guess I’d think it be called some thing like Crucifix Stretch.


[align=center]2![/align]


TM: Why call it some thing generic like that?

JH: I meant more of a technical term for it as Ninja has himself wrapped around Swytch like some one would when they are about to perform a Crucifix Bomb or Pin.


[align=center]3![/align]


JH: It’s almost a shame that it’s an illegal submission move as it is quite impressive.

TM: Yeah and by the look on Swytch’s face quite painful. Which when it comes to Swytch being in pain is always a good thing.


[align=center]Fou-Broken up![/align]


To claps from the fans for that interesting move Extreme Ninja #2 releases the submission hold on the Dual Crown champ. As Swytch staggers forward Ninja pulls back on the top tope and sling shots himself over it looking for a flying forearm. Sadly Swytch connects with a side kick to the kidney area of EN causing him to drop to the canvas on his knees. Growling at his challenger Swytch almost K.O.s Ninja with a low side kick to EN #2’s skull making him fall limply to the mat. Without much effort Swytch pulls Ninja up by the back of the top half of his tights and whips him towards the turnbuckle. The sheer force behind Swytch’s whip sends Ninja flying up to the top of the turnbuckle, facing the crowd.

JH: Some times the power Swytch can display for a man of his size is truly frightening.

TM: *Sighs* Come on Ninja! Don’t give up now! You can still win this thing!

JH: I think Ninja has shown much more will to keep fighting than any of us thought he had in him.

Hopping up onto the second buckle Swytch climbs carefully up onto the top of the turnbuckle. Many mumbles of confusion ring out of the crowd as he sits down behind EN who is sitting as well on top of the corner. Wrapping his arm around the front of Extreme Ninja #2’s neck he pulls the two back till they are both hanging upside down. Tony Clark hurries over to the turnbuckle and checks of the hanging dragon submission hold. Due to it being in the ropes thus technically being illegal Clark has no choice to begin his five count.


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TM: That’s so stupid and so 2002 to use illegal submission holds.

JH: How is it different than Ninja’s one he used just a few moments ago?

TM: Because Ninja’s was innovative, Swytch is just trying to be Low-Ki.


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JH: In either case while he can’t keep it in for too long it will take it’s toll on his opponent.

TM: Bah, I think Swytch just thinks he’s back in his childhood days playing on monkey bars.


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TM: I mean just look at the child like grin on his face, obviously he is having a flash back.

JH: For some reason I don’t think Swytch played on monkey bars when he was a kid.


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TM: Hey, I might just like this submission after all. I mean it wouldn’t be too bad if Swytch idiotically kept a hold of it till he was D.Q.ed.

JH: I doubt Swytch would allow himself to be D.Q.ed like that though.


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Tumbling down onto his stomach Extreme Ninja #2 drops from his hanging upside down position. Gently Swytch unhooked his own legs and pushes himself off the turnbuckle going over Ninja and landing on his knees. Slowly EN #2 gets up to his knees and begins to break out into a coughing fit. Quickly the referee checks on him as the coughing intensifies and then suddenly the crowd goes eerily quiet. Tony tries to get Ninja to stay still but the challenger forces himself back up to his feet and as he turns the camera picks it up, a rather large red stain on the mouth area of his mask and dripping down out of the mask to his top half of tights.

JH: Is that?...

TM: I think I’m going to be sick…

JH: It looks like after all the damage from the kicks and now the hanging dragon Ninja is having internal bleeding.

TM: *Gags* Ugh that is disgusting, what is wrong with that guy. He should be staying down not getting back up for more.

Slightly taken back by the blood Swytch tries to get up to his feet only to be met with a haymaker by Extreme Ninja. The punch rocks the Dual Crown and a second haymaker almost tips him right over. Returning the favor Swytch throws a vicious haymaker sending EN’s head twisting back and a big blop of blood flying through the air and splattering over the camera’s lenses. Quickly we cut to another ringside camera which shows Swytch delivering another haymaker and another blop of blood flying off of Extreme Ninja #2 as he continues to bleed by the buckets. Despite the bleeding Ninja tries to get Swytch back with another haymaker only to have it caught and Swytch connect with yet another haymaker.

TM: This is bloody and thank you lord is it beautiful!

JH: Ladies and gentlemen watching at home I suggest you may want to turn the channel or send the kids watching out of the room. It doesn’t look like this match is going any where but down hill.

TM: Down hill? This is great!

JH: How can you say a man being an actual blood fountain is great?

TM: Well granted I wish it was Swytch and not Ninja, but beggars can’t be choosers.

As these two men trade blows suddenly a mellow song begins to creep over the P.A. system, to be exact an instrumental version of “Drugs” by Lil’ Kim. The two men turn to the entrance way as to a chorus of boos and jeers, and a few “You suck”s Smarty Smark strolls out with a grin on his face. Tony Clark walks up to the side on the entrance way and tries to question Smarty who is trying to enter the ring. Not liking this much either Extreme Ninja #2 walks forward trying to see what is up. Seeing his chance Swytch grabs Extreme Ninja #2 from behind wrapping his arm tightly around his foe’s neck and lifts him up hitting…

JH: MIND FUCK!

TM: No!

To cheers from the fans Swytch rolls over the bleeding Ninja and hooks the leg for the pin. All the fans in attendance count the pin fall but sadly it doesn’t matter as Tony isn’t. Instead Smarty is still busy chatting it up with the referee. After about a twelve count Swytch pushes himself up to his feet and storms towards Clark and Smarty. Seeing his cue to end this conversation Smarty Smark drops off the walk way and struts around ringside to Paper Bag Man.

TM: There he is, the man of the hour, too sweet to be sour, the manager of the superstars, Smarty Smark bab-ah!

JH: I don’t believe this, not only did Smarty nearly cost his own client the match but he screwed Swytch out of the win.

TM: Which are you more mad about?

JH: I’m not quite sure yet, give me a few moments to register this.

Not letting that just be the end of it Swytch against Tony’s orders hops out of the ring. Smarty Smark is in near shock when Swytch charges towards Paper Bag Man and himself. Going for the Boot to the Head Swytch ends up hitting PBM rather than Smarty when SS’ assistant leaps forward, taking the bullet for his boss. Like an animal that has its prey cornered Swytch slowly stalks towards Smarty Smark. Dropping down to his knees Smarty Smark pleads with Swytch to show him mercy while inside the ring Extreme Ninja #2 climbs up to his feet. Looking around Ninja soon realizes what the situation is and begins by his body language to look divided on what to do.

JH: Oh no…No Ninja, don’t do this, you aren’t in any kind of state to take this. And besides that Smarty isn’t worth saving but possibly killing your own career!

TM: Do it Ninja! Do it! You have your sign now do it! Save Smarty!

JH: Please listen to reason Ninja! Listen to common sense!

TM: Don’t you know Jonathon?! Ninjas have no common sense! It’s honorable to them if they die on the battle field!

Lifting his sign into the air it reads “Air mail addressed to Swytch!” before he races towards the ropes and jumps right over them. The fans and Tony are in awe as Ninja jumps at least three feet above the top rope and flips in mid-air. Back first he crashes down onto Swytch saving his manager, Smarty Smark, for doom. Clark rushes out of the ring and checks on the two men who look like they were just in a car crash.

JH: Tope Con Hilo to the outside! Tope Con Hilo to the outside! Tope Con Hilo onto Swytch! Good god Ninja might be dead!

TM: I think what the fans are chanting says it all.

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Interjecting Smarty Smark grabs Tony Clark and begins berating him for allowing his client to take such a risky move. While Clark is once again busy with Smarty Smark, Paper Bag Man takes off his tie and wraps the ends around his hands. Creeping up on Swytch the Dual Crown Champion never even saw the strangle hold coming. Like a snake suddenly striking PBM wraps the tie around Swytch’s neck and begins to choke the life out of him. Swytch kicks and groans as he tries to push the tie away from his neck but to no avail.

TM: Ah-ha! This is great! Smarty and PBM are back to working like a well oiled machine!

JH: I honestly can’t believe we are seeing this crap in a Dual Crown Championship match, these two common street thugs and yes that’s what they are and don’t let them or Moore tell you different ladies and gentlemen are disgracing those titles! Those honorable and prestige championships that have been held by some of the greatest wrestlers of our time!

TM: There is nothing common about Smarty Smark, he is damn near royalty he’s so rich!

Grabbing tightly onto the tie Swytch pulls forward at the same time he leans forward sending PBM rolling right over him. Now sitting right in front of Swytch PBM tries to shuffle away and beg the champion off. Not wanting to bother with such small fry Swytch grabs hold of Tony and spins him around to get his attention. As he does so slowly pushing himself out of the small puddle of his own blood on the floor Extreme Ninja #2 comes back to his senses. Without wasting time Swytch grabs Ninja and roughly tosses him back into the ring before sliding in after him.

JH: Well at least now they are back in the ring thank goodness.

TM: Aw poo, I just hope that Smarty and PBM can still ensure victory.

JH: I’m sure they hope that too.

Rolling EN #2 into the center of the ring Swytch hooks both legs as he lays back into a pin fall attempt.


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JH: After all the abuse Ninja has taken this could be it.

TM: Okay okay, even I’ll admit EN put himself through quite a lot and this could be it.


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JH: There is no shame in losing this way after the fight he’s put on during this match.

TM: Yes there is, it’s called an angry and disappointed Smarty Smark. Neither are good things to have.


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TM: This guy really is insane.

JH: I can’t believe it! I simply can’t believe it! What will it take to put this young man away?! I almost wonder if Ninja doesn’t even realize that he is competing anymore!


Swytch throws his arms up in frustration over the kick out and tries to reason with Tony Clark that it was a three. Clark shakes his head and continues to insist Extreme Ninja #2 kicked out of the pin fall. On the outside Smarty Smark smiling smugly claps for the toughness of his client as Paper Bag Man tries to rally the fans to clap with Smarty. Perhaps it does some good as EN #2’s body begins to twitch and show signs of life. To the fans’ amazement Ninja pushes himself back on his wobbly legs and brings his fists up as if challenging Swytch while blood pours freely from under his mask down to the mat.

JH: This man can’t be mentally well in the head, there is just no way he can be.

TM: To use a term you like to use a lot, it seems like he has a lot of heart just not enough brains.

JH: And that’s all well and good but seriously, this man is losing and has lost a tremendous amount of blood here tonight. For all we know he could have serious internal injures yet he keeps going.

TM: Why though?

JH: If I were to guess it is what he said to Smarty, to prove himself. But it won’t do him a lot of good if he proves himself and then can’t compete ever again!

Before Swytch can even respond Extreme Ninja #2 marches forward right at him and stick his head under Swytch’s arm in a tackling fashion. Without even a second thought Ninja pushes the Dual Crown champ further and further back until the turnbuckle stops them. Pulling back slightly EN #2 then begins to ram his shoulder right into Swytch’s mid-section over and over again with shoulder thrusts, being rather relentless. Taking several steps back EN #2 whips Swytch out of the corner and into the ropes quickly chasing after him. As Swytch rebounds off the ropes Extreme Ninja #2 goes airborne with a spinning head scissors takedown sending the champ tumbling to the outside.

JH: Unbelievably it looks like Ninja might just be getting his second wind!

TM: Ninja, now listen very closely, just think of all the booze and women Smarty will get us if you win this match. So with that in mind win this match, win it for all guys like you and m…well like me who dream of free booze and free women.

JH: You’re making jokes even after these two have put out such a strong effort to defeat one another?

TM: Who says I was joking? I’m lonely Jonathon, lonely and sober to boot.

Tony Clark bends down onto one knee and checks Ninja, seeing if maybe he wanted to throw in the towel. Violently EN #2 shakes his head no causing a bit of blood to splatter onto Clark’s referee shirt. Mean while on the outside Smarty Smark whistles innocently over to the fallen Dual Crown Champ. With Tony Clark and Ninja busy Smarty takes this chance to lay the fists into Swytch’s back pummeling the demented champ. Casually and slowly Swytch pushes himself up to his knees and begins to stand up ignoring Smarty’s blows like they were flies. Realizing he is in big trouble Smarty’s blows become softer and slower as the dark orbs that are Swytch’s eyes pierce into the eyes of Smarty Smark.

TM: No! Run Smarty! He’s going to try and set your head on fire too!

JH: Get that damn fat piggy! Roast his ass Swytch!

TM: How can you possibly encourage Swytch acting out violent actions on a innocent soul like Smarty Smark?

JH: Smarty is about as innocent as Ragin’.

TM: Well I did hear back in Russia they were going to knight him and make him Saint Ragin’.

JH: To be knighted isn’t the same as becoming a sai…you know what? Never mind, keep thinking that Moore.

Shaking in fear Smarty begins to sweat bullets as he just can’t seem to take his eyes off of Swytch’s who glare a hole into Smarty Smark’s head. Gracefully like a wave aiming to smack the shore line Swytch moves forward to Smarty who looks like he is about to meet his maker. He hisses at Smarty who continues to tremble in the very place he stands. To the cheers of the fans Swytch throws a punch only to quickly have it turn to disapproval as Smarty ducks the punch. Screaming like a pre-teen catholic school girl Smarty runs faster than when he hears about an all-you-can-eat buffet hopping right over the barrier and running out into the crowd. Casually Swytch turns his head towards the direction of the corner where PBM stands hunched over and trembling. Not wanting to waste his time Swytch simply utters “boo” resulting in Paper Bag Man jumping up into the air out of fright and crawling right under the ring to hide from him.

JH: Looks like Smarty Smark and his assistant will now be non-factors in this match.

TM: Swytch is lame, trying to copy Sting and Vampiro.

JH: Some thing tells me Swytch didn’t have a television growing up, nor is he the type of man to copy some one.

TM: …Uh…hello…Tier?

JH: You are the type who doesn’t live by the “forget and forgive” expression I take it?

TM: No, I remember all and loath all.

JH: Now you are starting to sound like that aussie indy wrestler again you like.

TM: LIES!

Rolling back into the ring Swytch’s greeting just happens to be a knee lift from Extreme Ninja #2. Stumbling backwards Swytch doesn’t even see the spinning leg lariat from EN #2 coming when it knocks him down. With his entire body trembling from being so weak Ninja forces it to continue on as he gets up to his feet. To quite a few cheers Extreme Ninja #2 points towards the nearest turnbuckle before running his thumb across his throat signaling for the end. Marching over to it he grabs each side of the ropes near it pushing himself up and spring boards off of the bottom rope connecting with a moonsault on Swytch.

TM: Yes! One of EN’s finishers! This is going to end it!

JH: I’m not sure if from a health stand point if forcing his body to continue is the wisest move for Ninja.

TM: C’mon, he shouldn’t quit when so near having those two titles over his shoulders.

As Ninja forces himself up to his knees his body gives out dropping back down to the canvas. Trying for a second time Extreme Ninja #2 manages to get himself back up to his feet and staggers over to the turnbuckle. Pushing himself up once again up onto the middle rope he spring boards himself off of it flipping through the air, hitting moonsault number two. Rushing back up onto his feet Ninja tried so suddenly his body nearly buckles under his own weight once again. Clutching his head he wanders over to the turnbuckle and begins to climb up onto the first buckle. Through the pain he obviously seems to be going through Extreme Ninja #2 climbs up onto the second buckle.

JH: Looks like Ninja’s body is finally reaching limits that even it can’t go on in.

TM: So the spirit is willing but the flesh soft and weak?

JH: More or less I suppose.

TM: It’s the damned collective! This is their doing!

While trying to climb up to the top EN #2 slips but manages to catch himself before he falls. Pulling himself back up onto the second buckle he slowly crawls up to the top of the turnbuckle. Many of the Ninja fans in the front row are going on almost a riot in cheers over seeing their hero maybe one move away from the win. Taking a moment Extreme Ninja #2 waves out to all the fans who cheer on the underdog. Though it seems he took too long as Swytch nips up to his feet. Scaling the turnbuckle in one fluid movement and clubbing Ninja on the back of his head. Swytch’s challenger begins to lean outward to the gasps of the fans but the champ grabs a hold of the back of him bringing him back on a steady vertical base.

TM: What is that fool going for now?

JH: I don’t know, perhaps another hanging dragon?

TM: If that was the case why isn’t he trying to get Ninja to sit down?

The crowd falls silently as one by one by one they realize what Swytch is doing. Leaning Extreme Ninja #2 back against him Swytch wraps his arm around the front of Ninja’s head. Shocking the crowd and the announcers Swytch lifts EN #2 up into the air and leaps off the turnbuckle! Extreme Ninja #2 is driven head first into the canvas with a Mind Fuck! All the fans in attendance are starting a near rioting in freaking out over what Swytch has done. Our Dual Crown champ quickly sits up grinning rather insanely. Realizing technically Extreme Ninja is the only one on their back Mister Clark begins his count.

JH: DAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNGERRRRRRROOOOOOOOOUSSSSS~!!!

TM: No! You fucking insane bastard! He killed him! He fucking killed Ninja!


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JH: Well in theory Swytch didn’t get the job done with a normal Mind Fuck earlier, so he one upped himself with a Super Mind Fuck.

TM: Yeah but now Ninja is fucking dead! Look at him! His neck is twisted in a way no human’s neck should be twisted!


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JH: While I don’t think he’s dead I certainly don’t think Ninja is going to be getting up any time soon.

TM: He was so close to it too Hitchen, he was so close.


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JH: And whether Smarty Smark thinks so I think Ninja proved some thing tonight.

TM: What? That his neck can bend oddly?


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JH: No, that it isn’t the size of the dog it’s the size of the fight in the dog. As well as he proved at least in my opinion that he is willing to give every last ounce of energy he has to pleasing these fans.

TM: Oh, sounds like a loser’s excuse to me.


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JH: Well Extreme Ninja #2 will never be a loser to me.

TM: I think the history books will say differently.


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TM: No way…

JH: Stay down kid…stay down…

Swytch’s eyes widen much like the rest of those watching as Extreme Ninja #2’s hands begin to twitch and shake. Weakly they slip their palms against the mat and push his head up off of the canvas. A mist of blood blows out through Ninja’s mask as his head looks even too heavy for him to lift up all the way. Against all common sense EN #2 plants his arm in front of his body and drags his limp figure forward. Quite a few of the EN #2 fans cheer him on as he plants his other arm in front of him too and crawls towards it.


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JH: He’s going for the ropes!

TM: But can he actually reach them in time?

Dragging his body along towards the ropes Extreme Ninja #2 looks some thing like a snail with the blood trail his body leaves across the mat. Quickly Swytch stumbles up to his feet and watches with much curiosity over Ninja’s actions. It seems even the unpredictable champ is a tad unsettled by EN #2’s movement. Several fans at the front row dressed up like the Ninja underdog hold up their signs reading “Go! Go Ninja! Go Ninja! Go!”


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JH: Some one stop him damn it, he obviously can’t handle anymore. Do your job and ring the damn bell Clark!

TM: Rules are rules Jonathon, he can’t ring it till Ninja can’t get up at a ten count.

Defying all the odds Ninja continues to drag himself forward now only roughly a few feet from the ropes. All the fans are at the edge of their seats watching Extreme Ninja #2 slowly make it towards the ropes. Tony Clark hurries over to the side of the space in between Ninja and the ropes making sure he can see if EN #2 reaches them. Finally Ninja makes it close enough and begins to extend his hand out for the ropes.


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TM: These Ninja really is a freak of nature.

JH: Swytch has taken Ninja to his very limits, limits until tonight we had no idea that young man had. I think it’s safe to say Ninja didn’t do too bad at bringing the fight to Swytch either.

The fans begin to chant “Reach! Reach! Reach!” as Extreme Ninja #2’s hand is only a few inches from the ropes. His finger tops run against the bottom rope and begin to wrap around it into a fist. With his hand around the bottom rope all Ninja needs to do is pull himself up to grab the middle rope. Suddenly though Extreme Ninja #2’s to the shock of all the fans head drops against the canvas slipping into unconsciousness.


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MA: Your winner by knock out and STILL Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion…SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWYYYYYYYYYYTCH!!!

A Perfect Circle slithers out of the speakers as Clark raises Swytch’s hand up in victory. The fans clap and cheer their champion as he continues to grin insanely. Surprisingly his grin some how grows even wider when Tony presents him with his titles once again. Cradling them near his chest Swytch stumbles past his fallen challenger and exits the ring. Lifting the titles up above his head to cheers from the fans as he walks down the walk way.

JH: This title defense may be forgotten with time but some thing tells me neither man, Swytch or Extreme Ninja #2 will never forget this day. The day an underdog took the fight to the champion and nearly was crowned the new Dual Crown champ.

TM: Sadly I think Swytch might just end up being one of the most dominant Dual Crown Champions of all time.

JH: He possibly could be though that may not happen if he can’t walk out of Déjà vu with those titles.

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TNT comes back live, the camera situated on Jonathan Hitchen and Thomas Moore at the announcer's table, "Forget To Remember" by Mudvayne playing in the background.

JH: Welcome back, ladies and gentleman. We've got a main-event match to get to momentarily but first we'd like to take a moment to talk to you about Deja Vu.

TM: That's the official theme of Deja Vu you hear playing. That's "Forget To Remember" by Mudvayne. And Deja Vu comes to you live February 12th, from Madison Square Garden in New York City!

JH: Perhaps the biggest event in FIW history, Deja Vu will mark FIW's three year anniversary and the card is already shaping up to be incredible.

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JH: You heard the challenge last week. Jim O'Brien challenge Onikage to a Vendetta Re-Match, Onikage accepted the challenge and we'll see the re-match at Deja Vu.

TM: And there you see JJ and Kendra Norton will be in the corners of Onikage and Jim, respectively. Those two have never gotten along.

JH: And I doubt they ever will. But with Kendra at ringside, Onikage and JJ won't be able to pull any of their tricks. This match should be where Onikage finally gets what he has coming to him.

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JH: This match just announced. Hutch alluded to it last night on Slam! And said we'd get the announcement tonight and there you see it. The International Championship will be decided in a Lion's Den Match.

TM: Haha! Hutch is gonna get killed! This match is so fitting for Bill. He's a walking weapon.

JH: I'd say it's pretty neutral ground. Hutch proved last night that he can strike from anywhere. I can't think of a more fitting battleground to end this rivalry over the International Championship.

TM: End it with Hutch laid out in the Lion's Den and Bill still holding their belt! Ha!

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JH: And, the main-event. Kennedy won contendership last week over Carlos Kane. Of course, it wasn't without controversy but she is the number one contender none-the-less.

TM: And don't forget how much Swytch is in lust with Kennedy. He's been sniffing around her for months.

JH: I don't recall that but okay. Kennedy has done everything in her power to make the last few months hell for Swytch. At Deja Vu it's finally going to be one-on-one and I hope Kennedy can run fast.

TM: Hey! Don't put down Kennedy's abilities! She's gonna finally get back those belts that she should've had all along. No more Carlos Kane to get in her way.

JH: We have the interesting main event for you tonight folks. Kennedy is set for tag team action against Ragin’ and Carlos Kane.

TM: Unfortunately for her she doesn’t know who her tag team partner is.

JH: But fortunately for her, Carlos and Ragin’ haven’t been seen much and the chances of them making a good team aren’t looking good right now.

TM: And Madison did say that Kennedy had nothing to worry about. It’s all about trust here, Jonathan.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and for the benefit of those who don’t already know, the match has a 30 minute time limit.

With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the TNTtron and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the stage and starting to move down the ramp. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the sides of the elevated ramp where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on each side and kneeling. They position themselves like the religious worshipper before their God.

JH: Ragin’ is making his way to the ring, but not before his usual, uh, worshipping.

TM: Normally I’d spit in the guy’s direction and call him a pansy, but he’s teaming up with Hype tonight and you’ve got to like their chances.

The words, ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say”, are the prompt for a flash of light and a series of explosions around the stage and TNTtron and two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down through the press of females on the elevated ramp, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step.

MA: Introducing first, he stands at 6 feet and 3 inches and weighing 277 pounds. He hails from Russia, he is… RAAAAAAGGGIIIIIINNN’!!

As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring.

JH: Hype and Ragin’ could prove to be one hell of a team if they don’t crumble under the weight of their combined egos.

MA: And introducing his tag team partner standing at 6 feet and 6 inches and weighing 235 pounds…

A ring monkey comes scurrying down the walkway. He’s got a clipboard in his hand, an official TNT polo shirt on, and a serious look on his face. He gets to the ropes and calls Michael Anderson over. Leaning over the ropes, he says a few things to Anderson who’s got a hand over the mic so the crowd can’t hear. Anderson nods his head and the ring monkey scurries off to the back.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen this match has been changed from a tag team contest to a singles match. Introducing Ragin’s opponent, she hails from Los Angeles, California, she is… KEEEEEENNNNNNEEEEEEDDDYYY!!

The house lights cut out, images on the TNTtron flickering as broken guitar chords screech over the static-filled speakers. Soon after, the hard-hitting beats of Evanescence's "Lies" blares through the speakers, accompanied by images of the new Kennedy Amy Lee's voice carries over the speakers as Kennedy makes her way out onto the stage, the crowd responding with a mixed reaction for the former crowd favorite. Kennedy shrugs them off, taking the dislike in stride as she sets off for the ring. Climbing in under the middle rope she enters the ring, shooting a look back at the drunks that dare whistle at her entrance. She makes her way to the far corner, turning her nose up in disgust at the ringside fans as she turns her back on them, leaning back into the turnbuckle to awaits the start of the match.

JH: This doesn’t look to stand in Kennedy’s favor. She could very well be out matched here against Ragin’.

TM: Don’t be ridiculous. She’s stood toe to toe with the likes of Chris Maclay, Swytch, and Carlos Kane. Ragin’ is no different from them.

JH: And what about when Madison told Kennedy to trust her?

TM: This is all part of the plan. I’m sure of it. I think.

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Richard Kelly calls for the bell and the match is underway. Ragin’s valet is making herself comfortable at ringside and Kennedy’s telling her where exactly she can stick a bottle of fine Russian vodka. Slightly distracted is just how Ragin’ likes his women, rushing in AND KILLING KENNEDY WITH A CLOTHESLINE…NOOO! She ducks under it, he spins around, AND KENNEDY TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!

TM: JFK! JFK! Five seconds into the match and she hits the JFK!

Kennedy looks a little surprised by that, then realizes she’s got a stunned Ragin’ leaning against the ropes. She sprints across the ring, bouncing herself off the ropes and back across the ring then hits a FLIPPING NECKBREAKER, SNAPPING RAGIN’ THROAT FIRST ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!!

TM: The girl is hot and she’s on fire.

JH: Let’s try to keep your pants on and call the match, ok.

TM: No promises.

Kennedy struts around at ringside quite proud of herself. Ragin’s flat on his back and clutching at his throat. Kennedy’s little self-celebration is interrupted when Natalya comes slinking around the ring. She doesn’t get within four feet of Kennedy when the catfight words start flying. Richard Kelly is quick to slip through the ropes and get between the ladies before the claws come out and Natalya gets even hotter at that, screaming at the referee that he should be counting Kennedy out.

JH: RK better watch himself, he may lose an eye if these ladies start going at it.

TM: I’d love to be him right now. I mean, it’d just be one eye, right? You only need one. Then you could get a glass eye with a smiley face for the pupil.

JH: You’ve lost your mind.

TM: Nah, Natalya’s skirt just has my blood flowing south.

JH: And I didn’t need to hear that, thank you.

RK gets the fiery Russian beauty to back off much to Kennedy’s delight. Unfortunately for her, Ragin’ has long since recovered from the early attack and is on the floor. He stalks his way up behind Kennedy, but with a tingling Spider-Sense, she spins around ONLY TO GET LEVELED BY A CLOTHESLINE!!

TM: CHEATER! He cheats! Disqualify him!

JH: What?

TM: I don’t know, I’m just reaching for anything here.

Ragin’ grabs a handful of Kennedy’s hair and hauls her to her feet. Conveniently Natalya has RK’s attention around the other side of the ring. Ragin’ pulls Kennedy along around the ringside area, leading her by the hair to the ring steps. He gives her a stiff punch right in the gut to knock the wind out of her. He hooks her leg up, lifts her into the air THEN DRIVES HER OTHER LEG STRAIGHT DOWN INTO THE RING STEPS!!

JH: ARGH! Ragin’ just drove Kennedy’s leg right into the ring steps. That’s got to be painful on the knee and lower leg.

TM: Did you see that? He was grabbing her ass! Dirty Russian pervert!

JH: I hardly think he has copping a feel on his mind right now.

TM: Sure you would take his side. You wanna cop a feel just as badly as he did!

Kennedy writhes painfully on the floor, clutching at her leg. Ragin’ stalks around her, smirk working in full on his face as he drives his boot right into the base of her spine. He grabs her leg, twisting it around his own and adding torque to the knee. Kennedy screams out in pain feeling the ligaments and tendons stretch obscenely.

JH: Ragin’ seems to have the right idea here, but there’s a problem.

TM: What’s that? That he’s former Slam scum?

JH: Ok, two problems. He has to get Kennedy back in the ring.

TM: Yeah well if Natalya wasn’t putting the moves on RK right now.

Good thing RK is used to having women all over him, or something like that, because he’s warning Natalya now that he’ll have her removed from ringside.

JH: I don’t know what RK told Natalya, but she seems to listening because she’s backing off.

TM: Probably told her about the Brazilian wax he had done this weekend.

JH: And you’d know about that how?

TM: I, uh, hey look Ragin’s doing, er, something.

He’s applying a spinning toe hold to Kennedy, increasing the pressure on her knee. Ragin’ twists Kennedy’s leg, stepping over it and twisting, and getting a boot in the ass sending him stumbling into the side of the ring. Kennedy rolls backwards and gets to her feet, favoring her right leg. She limps toward Ragin’ and grabs the back of his hair, yanking it back and applying an inverted front face lock then drops the bottom out, driving the back of Ragin’s head into the floor.

JH: I don’t know how protective those mats are, but they can’t feel that good when you’re having your head driven into them.

RK makes his way over to where Kennedy and Ragin’ are after successfully dealing with one feisty Russian vixen. Kennedy is climbing to her feet, spying RK out of the corner of her eye she wisely slides under the bottom rope into the ring. RK notes that Kennedy is in the ring and Ragin’ isn’t, therefore he must start counting, as is the way of the referee.

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JH: Kennedy may luck out after all if Ragin’ gets counted out.

TM: What’s luck got to do with it?

JH: Don’t make me hit you.

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Ragin’ is up to his knees.

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Ragin’ slides into the ring breaking the count.

JH: Ragin’s back in the ring and Kennedy is back to work.

Kennedy drives her boot into the back of Ragin’s neck, again into his shoulder, again into the back of his head. RK warns Kennedy to back off with Ragin’ in the ropes. The Russian gets up to his feet and finds a boot in his gut. Ragin’ doubles over and Kennedy hits the ropes, bouncing off AND DROPPING HER LEG ACROSS THE BACK OF RAGIN’S NECK…NO!! Ragin’ catches Kennedy in mid-guillotine face driver AND HEAVES HER BACK WITH A SUPLEX!!

JH: DAAANNNGGGEEERRROOOUUUSSS~!!!!11!!1!1!

TM: Kennedy’s neck! Kennedy’s head! Oh my God, she needs mouth to mouth!

JH: Will you sit down!

TM: NO! SHE NEEDS ME!

JH: She needs you like she needs an ass rash.

Kennedy flops onto her stomach and her hands clutch the back of her head in pain. Ragin’ grabs the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. He circles around Kennedy, grabbing a handful of hair as she starts to get to her knees. He yanks her up to her feet, pulling her into an inverted front face lock. Ragin’ grabs Kennedy’s pants and lifts her vertically, stalling there for seconds, THEN DROPS HER BACK FIRST ACROSS HIS KNEE!!

TM: Oh my God, Kennedy’s back just completely wrapped around Ragin’s knee. The spine is not supposed to bend that way.

JH: Maybe it bends that way ‘cuz she’s spineless.

TM: Are you calling Kennedy a coward?

JH: Hey if the yellow stripe fits. I’m sure Carlos and Swytch would have something to say about it.

Ragin’ keeps Kennedy draped over his knee, pressing her chin back and her legs down, forcing her back to bend at an ungodly angle. RK drops down in front of Kennedy’s face asking if she wants to give up, but she shakes her head no. Ragin’ only forces her head back farther, bending her neck back along with her back. RK persists on asking Kennedy if she wants to continue, ‘cuz it’s like his job and stuff, but Kennedy still refuses. Ragin’ doesn’t seem too interested in making her give up just yet though, hooking his arm around her and lifting her as he gets to his feet. Ragin’ swings around then drops Kennedy to the mat with a sidewalk slam.

JH: Ragin’s working her back over…he’s got the leg hooked.



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TWO!!



KENNEDY KICKS OUT!!
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TM: Only a two count for the so called Master of Rage.

JH: He doesn’t seem to upset about the two count either. I think he’s got a mind to toy with Kennedy right now.

Ragin’ is getting to his feet slowly, his eyes staying on Kennedy and giving her time to get to her feet. She gets back to a vertical base and gets doubled over with a stiff punch under the ribs. Ragin’ grabs her wrist and sends her across the ring with an Irish whip. Kennedy bounces off the ropes and leaps up and spins around going into a wheel barrow position. She pushes off the canvas and grabs Ragin’ around the head, but he ducks his head out of her grasp and sits out PLANTING KENNEDY FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!!

JH: Kennedy tried to hit that wheelbarrow bulldog but Ragin’ had it scouted and countered it perfectly.

Ragin’ rolls Kennedy over and hooks a leg, leaning back into a cover. RK hits the mat and counts the fall…



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TWO!!



THREE!!



NOO!! KENNEDY KICKS OUT!!
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JH: Again just a two count for Ragin’.

TM: Well what do you expect? Kennedy isn’t Natalya, she’s not going to just lay on her back for Ragin’.

JH: I certainly wouldn’t expect her to just lay down…but she might want to start thinking about running.

TM: What? Are you kidding?

JH: I’m not, and I don’t think he’s here to tell any jokes either.

Moore looks to the walkway about the same time as the crowd does to see Carlos Kane making his way to the ring. He’s pulling a glove tight on his hand, looking worse for wear with a large blood stain leading from his brow down the front of his shirt. Wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, he’s definitely not dressed for battle, but seems to have been in one hell of a fight.

TM: What the hell is he doing here?

JH: Uh, he was part of the match.

TM: The match was changed!

Hype gets halfway down the walkway WHEN HE’S KNOCKED DOWN FROM BEHIND!

JH: What the hell is going on?

TM: Dante Coles is gonna kick Hype’s ass, that’s what’s going on!

Hype hits the canvassed walk face first and tumbles toward the ring. Dante licks his lip and spits off the walkway, sending a mix of blood and saliva to the floor. Hype pulls himself to his hands and knees and takes a stiff kick right in the ribs knocking him off the walkway to the floor. Dante drops off the walkway where Hype is, grabbing him by the head and leading him around the ring to the stairs AND SLAMMING HIS FACE OFF THE COLD STEEL!

JH: From the looks of it these two have been brawling in the back and it looks like they’ve brought their fight out here.

TM: I wonder if Dante was Kennedy’s tag partner.

JH: Yeah, I’m sure he’d gladly partner with the woman who stuck a knife in his back.

TM: Geeze, you make it sound like she did it literally.

Ragin’ is on his feet and leaning against the top rope. He’s taken notice of his supposed tag partner getting his ass beat on the floor. Ragin’ says something to Natalya and she scurries away from the two oncoming men. Ragin’ calls RK over, pointing down at the two men at ringside and starts grilling RK about what the hell the deal is. RK is just as confused as Ragin’ but does his best to explain it…of course by now you should know that Natalya has skillfully plucked a chair from under the ring and is wiggling her tight Russian arse under the bottom rope.

JH: Wait a damn minute. Was this planned? Hype comes out here with Dante trailing behind him, Ragin’ seems distracted by them, but Natalya is getting into the ring and she’s got a chair.

TM: Mmmm, look at that wiggle.

JH: Thomas! Pay attention!

TM: I am. *drools*

Natalya is on her feet. Kennedy’s clearing her head and clutching the middle rope as she drags herself up. A wicked grin crosses her lips when she retrieves her chair. Kennedy is on her feet.

TM: Can’t she trade her chair in for a tub of hot oil?

JH: I’m sure she’d rather have the cha…what the hell?

Natalya raises her chair high, aiming it for Kennedy’s head and she takes a home run swing…except she has no chair.

JH: KAILEY! IT’S KAILEY!

Standing on the apron in position of Natalya’s chair is Kailey Lane. Natalya looks at her empty hands and spins around AND TAKES A STIFF RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW!! Natalya drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring clutching her face. Ragin’ shoves RK out of the way sending the poor referee to the floor at the feet of Dante who happens to be wiping Hype’s face across the announce desk.

TM: Kailey’s timing has never been better. Remind me to personally thank her for saving Kennedy’s lovely face.

Dante straightens Hype up and smacks a right hand off his already split brow. Hype drops to a knee, blood drizzling from the gash. Dante pulls Hype up to his feet and starts dragging him over toward the timekeeper’s table. He tosses Hype onto the table and climbs up himself. Dante pulls Hype to his feet, he hooks his arm across Hype’s chest then lifts him and DRIVES HIM DOWN THROUGH THE TABLE!

JH: Dante just put Hype through the time table!

TM: There’s blood all over our desk. There’s blood all over Hype. These two have been fighting long before they came out here. You saw the gash on Hype’s brow, you saw the blood.

In the ring, Ragin’ is crossing the ring. A swift boot to the ribs knocks Kennedy out of his way and clears a path right to Kailey. She turns her attention from Natalya back to the ring AND GETS SHOVED OFF THE APRON SENDING HER RIGHT INTO THE RINGSIDE BARRICADE!! Kailey’s head smacks the barricade and snaps back. RK immediately dives out of the ring and checks on Kailey’s condition. Ragin’ seems quite proud of his work and turns back to Kennedy only to find a sizeable black leather boot in the middle of his stomach. Ragin’ doubles over, his arms are put into a double underhook and he’s lifted up THEN HAS HIS HEAD DRIVEN INTO THE CANVAS!!

JH: Ragin’ just shoved Kailey off the apron and he paid severely for it getting his head drilled into the canvas by Dante!

TM: What the hell is going on here?!

Dante slips out of the ring and grabs RK by the neck. He leads the referee to the ring and shoves him under the bottom rope where RK finds Kennedy covering Ragin’.



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!!





THREE!!





DING! DING! DING!
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“Lies” hits the arena speakers as RK gets to his feet. Kennedy is up as well having her hand raised by the referee.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match… KEEEEEENNNEEEEEEDDDYYY!!

TM: Kennedy beat Ragin’!

JH: With the help of Dante Coles.

TM: Whatever you say, English. She still beat Ragin’.

Dante backs up the walkway, a broad grin on his face as he looks back to the ring. Kennedy is looking Dante’s way, Kailey is on her feet and she’s trying to figure out what’s going on. Hype’s out of it lying in a pile of what used to be the timekeeper’s table. Natalya is checking on Ragin’ and still rubbing her jaw from that sucker punch from Kailey.

JH: That’s all the time we have for now. Hopefully next week we can find out just what the heck is going on.

TM: You wouldn’t dare miss it!

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