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Slam! on Monday; 30th January 2006
Topic Started: Jan 30 2006, 02:37 PM (119 Views)
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[align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys!


Owens staggers over to Matt holding the belt in his arms and drapes it over the new champions chest even though he still doesn’t quite know what has happened yet as he lays blinking his eyes incoherently on top of the completely out Ragin’. He slowly wraps his arms around the belt and Slayer and Manson still fighting on the outside!

Well here's another one (WHAT!)
In the gutter one (WHAT!)
Ghetto runnin em
Troblesome extra double double I come to beat em
The beat em and mistreat em
So what if that I'm cheating.
Every one wanna sound grimey.
Imma show you how come on (ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!)


The crowd burst into boos promptly as Matt raises his arms at the ropes in celebration. Though the boos quickly turn into cheers as Sean Madrox is skinning the cat, he pulls himself back up legs first and wraps them around his former partners head! With all the strength left in him pulls the big man over the ropes and drops him to the floor below! The crowd erupt into cheers as Madrox pulls himself back onto the ring apron and rolls into the ring. SEAN MADROX HAS WON THE REALITY RUMBLE MATCH!!!!

Yeaah, ohh yeaah!
YEAH!
That's how we gotta be
so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that
Think about playin russian roulette with an atuomatic rifle
My ass against the line blast bullets first
On Line


Jack then drags Messiah over next to the life size Ronald McDonald and proceeds to bash their heads together. Messiah leaves a large bloody spot on the white face of the statue and little children are heard screaming as their mothers rush in to cover their eyes. Manson then squats down placing a shoulder under Messiah’s mid section and hoists him up. He then moves toward a set of double doors and rams Messiah through head first and both doors burst open. Just as they get to the other side Manson releases Messiah sending him down several stairs tumbling in what appears to be a painful fall!

Toughest step and a rep and a run packin a weapon its wild
Peace to the brothers on Rycher's Isle
Pumping up a trebble and didn't like he's criminally in buck my eye,
Oh my god I'm so high
Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what does it take
to make you get
Making million children SLAM! Slam!


Fuzz throws two fingers in the air signaling it wasn’t a three count as Toan doesn’t waste time arguing instead he lifts Tommy up to his feet hitting a quick DDT. Suddenly Toan gets a quick idea and wastes no time to do it. Toan takes his thumb and presses it into the jugular artery as if doing a submission hold...SPIDER IN THE BRAIN!!!! Fuzz goes over to check on Tommy King who is in extreme pain as Toan digs his thumb into the throat area where the jugular is. Tommy begins to scream in pain as he tries to escape Toan but within a few seconds, Tommy King just TAPS OUT and Fuzz signals for the bell and Toan releases the hold smiling as he raises his hands in victory.

SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys!


Oni has pulled Nightmare to his feet, firing a sharp boot into Nightmare’s gut before hoisting him into the air for the Flavor of the Month, Nightmare is fighting for all he’s worth and manages to break Oni’s grip, Oni drops to a knee and comes back up, Nightmare CLAMPS A HAND AROUND HIS THROAT! Nightmare hoists Onikage into the air and DRRRIVES him down into the mat! Nightmare raises a fist into the air calling for the Cataclysm and the end of the match, but Tee sees her opportunity and catches Night off guard, spinning him into the ground with the Fallen Dreams!

SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys!


Hutch goes to throw a punch only Ragin’ ducks under it and he goes around Hutch to lock in his arms around Hutch’s waist. The big Russian grins once again as he has Hutch set up for a german suplex! With all the force he could muster at this point Ragin’ tosses Hutch over the top of his head…but Hutch doesn't land on the mat! Fans of Hutch and even ones that weren’t fans of Hutch’s looks on in awe and cheer is happening! In the mid-air throw Hutch has wrapped his own arm around Ragin’s neck and he lands on his feet! The confident smirk returned to Hutch’s lips as he slammed Ragin’ down to the canvas in his FUTURE SHOCK!!!!

I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (Ooohh)
Slickly swift blast of the ghastly stashin fashion
Then I provide I provide the you was cheat.
Beside the getto Vibe
Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE
I come across with no fear
For sure!


Maj Tahal rises to his feet, holding his head. He looks down at Nightmare, and then at Kashmir. Prince is grinning at Maj, who returns the grin back to him. Maj walks over to Nightmare, and grabs his hair. He slowly picks up the larger man. He looks in his face, before lifting up Nightmare onto his shoulder. The ref starts to stir, and starts using the ropes to get himself up. Kashmir then suddenly runs against the ropes, and jumps high in the air, past Maj, and grabbing the head of Nightmare, and bringing it down, along with Maj bringing down Nightmare's body into a flapjack. Kashmir drills the head of Nightmare into the canvas in a bulldog, completing the SATYAMEVA JAYATE!!!!

Un-adult un-rated un-conformed
Digusted, busted you wanna touch it.
To hot! You forgot, you're not ready
You're head could get ruptered.
Hit between the eye
I planned the plan alive
I'm the plonic sonic
UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS


Evan quickly gets into the face of Nightmare wasting no time to let him or the Prince of Pain rest, Evan then sets Nightmare more stable into the corner and begins with the Ric Flair Style Knife Edge Chops as the crowd pays homage to the legend!

The villian (JUU), crooks (UUU),hot midas in confide us.
See the big black picture if you look inside of
My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic
So kill the copy cat because it's al mastered
Directin' it
When y`all least expected it
And thought it was safe ONYX hit you in the face so,


Richard Markone is sat at his desk, he looks up to see the camera approaching and the Slam! Commissioner welcomes his audience. He spins his laptop around and we zoom in on the Slam logo!

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'Slam!' by Onyx continues to blare into the arena as the crowd get pumped up! At the announce desk Kurt Royle, Chip Martin and Dean Venchenzo are all ready to call the action!

KR: Welcome to Slam! on Monday.

CM: This the great Chip Martin alongside my lesser colleagues Kurt Royle and Dean Venchenzo.

DV: Watch it Chip! I might have to go medieval on your ass!

KR: I’ve just been given word, that there is a limo arriving in the parking lot here at the Key Arena.

CM: I wonder who it could be, do we got a camera back there?

DV: Let’s get a god damn camera back there!

We finally cut backstage, as we see a camera running into the parking lot and finally stopping, to see the self proclaimed King of Slam!, Matt Impact, in his usual royal attire, step out of the limo. Matt begins to walk towards the entrance into the Key Arena, as he is stopped by Slam! Interviewer Emma Parr.

Parr: Matt… Matt! I got a few quick questions for you.

Impact: Make them quick, I got a meeting with Richard Markone in ten minutes.

Parr: Alright, first, to reply to the many internet rumors roaming around, is it true you have a major announcement to be made tonight?

Impact: Yes Emma, I do.

Parr: Well then, spill the beans! What is this announcement about, Déjà Vu, the FIW World Championship, please fill us all in.

Impact begins walking into the arena followed by Emma Parr, who has a microphone in her hand.

Impact: It might pertain to that, but I cannot “spill the beans” just yet. I got a big meeting that will discuss these matters with Mr. Markone, and once done, all I can say, is Seattle’s hometown hero, Jack Manson, will be made a fool, in front of friends, and family!

Parr: And, how do you plan to do that?

Impact: Jeez Emma, you’re pretty feisty today. I refuse to release any details yet Emma, but trust me, by the end of the night, things will all make sense, and all the FIW fans will be amazed, because the biggest announcement in recent FIW history, will be made… later tonight.

Parr: But Matt…

Impact stops in front of Richard Markone’s office and opens the door partially before looking back out at Emma.

Impact: I got a meeting to tend to, feel free to wait a while, but I will not give any spoilers out, you’ll just have to wait and see just like everyone else.

Impact goes into the office and closes the door behind him as Emma Parr seems disappointed she couldn’t get any inside scoop.

KR: Impact plans to make a major announcement tonight, in front of Jack Manson’s home crowd of Seattle, Washington, the home of the NFC Champion Seattle Seahawks.

CM: I can’t wait for that.

DV: For what?

CM: Well, for one the big announcement, should be great. But, also the Superbowl, to see the faces on these disappointed fans as the Steelers run wild on them.

Some fans right behind Chip Martin boo him as they hear what he says, as the show continues.

The lights go dim, and a red flood light fills the arena as we hear the familiar voice of Corey Taylor say an all-too-common line.
[align=center]This next song
Is about a girl
In a box…..
…….shhhhhhhhhh……

(On that note, the crowd goes silent)

This song is called….
Purity!
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As the opening drum portion of Purity kicks in, followed by the guitars, we see Taryn pushing a large black coffin up onto the stage adorned with a large red Slipknot tribal ‘S’ logo. She hoists the coffin up so that it's standing on end, then stands beside it, waiting. Then, Corey Taylor speaks again….
[align=center]Alright!
On the count of four…
…I wanna see this place fuckin’ move!
1
2
3
JUMP!
[/align]



As Corey gets to that part, Taryn has the coffin at the side of the ring, and as Corey screams each number, Taryn beats on the lid of the coffin. As Corey gets to JUMP, an explosion comes out of each of the 4 turnposts, and Tommy King bursts out of the coffin. The crowd, seeing this and hearing the word JUMP, starts to do just that. Jump in unison with the music. Tommy stands there, moshing, while red strobe lights blaze all over him, and when the heavy part finally slows down, he drops to his knees, throwing his head back and mirroring Corey's maniacal laugh. On the beginning of the first verse he stands up and starts towards the ring with Taryn.
[align=center]Maze...psychopathic daze...I create this waste
Back away from tangents, on the verge of drastic
ways...can't escape this place...I deny your face
Sweat gets in my eyes, I think I'm slowly dying
[/align]



Tommy reaches the ring, Taryn leading him around to another side close to the fans as he grips his mask, almost looking like he's mouthing the lyrics to himself.
[align=center]Put me in a homemade cellar
Put me in a hole for shelter
Someone hear me please, all I see is hate
I can hardly breathe, and I can hardly take it
[/align]



Upon the music picking up again, Tommy darts into the ring, followed closely by Taryn rounding the outside to his corner as he mounts a turnbuckle, lingering there for a moment before throwing the "Metal" hand gesture to the crowd.
[align=center]HANDSONMYFACEOVERBEARINGICAN'TGETOUT[/align]


He grins madly at the moshing fans as he steps off the buckle, leaning against the corner Raven style waiting for his adversary as Taryn talks to him from the outside, "Purity" finally fading away.


CC: And hailing from Kill-Adelphia… weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds… he is… TOMMY KING!

KR: Tommy King, the number one Maggot, out here tonight with the intention of stopping Kashmir walking according to Orchid.
CM: According to Orchid, Nightmare’s an attractive life prospect.
DV: Touché

A gong sounds, the arena suddenly goes quiet and smoke pours in onto the stage…
[align=center]I believe in God
I believe in destiny
Not destiny in the sense of all of our exerts being pre-determined
But destiny in the sense of our ability to choose
Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be
[/align]


The crowd start to boo as Prince Kashmir enters the arena, walking slowly through the smoke and stands on the stage wearing his long leather trench coat and sunglasses. He taunts on the stage, gazing out into the crowd, then idly stretching his arms and shoulder. Suddenly, some blonde hot woman trots out with him, smiling in her gold feather boa and matching tube top.

CC: And now on his way to the ring… from New Delhi, India, weighing in at an amazing 220 pounds, and standing at the princely height of six feet, accompanied by Princess… he is PRINCE KASHMIR!
[align=center]I was born to reign
Point blank
My name to be etched in stone
My destiny pre-ordained
Tryin’ to live righteous
[/align]


Kashmir moves down the ramp quickly, still ignoring the boos of the fans, he then casts off his coat and the end of the ramp and slides into the ring, he gets up on the middle rope in one of the corners and taunts off it, staring into the crowd and pointing at random individuals, he then drops from the rope and takes off his sunglasses, before handing them to a ring monkey. Princess claps and jumps at ringside, Kashmir grins at her then stretches his legs, waiting for the match.

CM: The Prince on the other hand is the real deal. And I don’t know who he’s with, but I like.
KR: So a cheating, woman-beating bastard is YOUR heart’s dream Chip?
CM: Well, no, his girlfriend is. She’s much better than that bimbo Jayati, where ever she is.
DV: Anyway…

Thank you Dean Venchenzo. On the note of the match the Prince and Tommy King stare each other down in the ring, a few words are exchanged, obviously Tommy hits a nerve as Kashmir gives him a firm right hand slap around the cheek, Tommy turns with the blow, before turning back to stare at Kashmir once again… then to lay him out with a hard right hand to the jaw. Kashmir goes down on his back and King pounces, locking an armbar on his smaller opponent. Kashmir won’t take any of that however, and tries to pull his arm out, prompting King to apply more pressure. Kashmir claws at the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Referee Tommy Owens points this out to King, who grudgingly breaks the hold. Kashmir escapes, rolling out of the ring. King however decides to follow, putting the boot into Kashmir’s side as the Prince crawls away, knocking the Prince flat on his side. King gives the metal symbol to the crowd, who cheer as Tommy leans down and pulls Kashmir up by the hair. Tommy taunts the crowd once again, holding Kashmir, before trying to roll the Prince into the ring, but Kashmir reacts by jumping toward the ring and onto the edge of the apron, before taking Tommy down with a modified bulldog!

DV: Innovative but dangerous from the Prince.
CM: He’s living on the edge Dean! How can you not want to be this guy?
KR: It depends how much you like immigration workers or riding on top of trains.
CM: Was that a comment about illegal immigrants in the channel tunnel?
KR: That or Bollywood movies, your choice.

Kashmir climbs into the ring as Tommy King gets up and quickly slides in after the Prince. Kashmir bounces off the opposite ropes as King gets up to his knees in the ring and the Prince connects with a stiff dropkick into Tommy’s mask, Kashmir quickly gets to his feet as King gets up a bit more slowly. Kashmir backs away, urging Tommy to get up. The Number One Maggot wastes little time, climbing to his feet and diving for Kashmir, catching him in a Lou Thesz Press and unloading punches into the head of the Indian Prince, the crowd chant with the punches.

[align=center]“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...”[/align]

Kashmir finally rolls over, unloading a forearm into King’s face once again. King holds the smaller man down, once again on top of the Prince. Kashmir recklessly pushes out with both legs, knocking Tommy King off him and allowing Kashmir to find his feet.

KR: Looks like your Prince can’t fight a man anymore.
DV: He’s struggling with Tommy King right now.
CM: Biding his time, just biding his time.

King and Kashmir charge each other, King going for a clothesline but Kashmir ducks and both men bounce off the ropes opposite them, they come flying back together and Kashmir jumps, right onto the shoulders of Tommy King! Headscissors by Kashmir… TAKING TOMMY KING OUT OF THE RING BELOW THE TOP ROPE!

CM: This maggot’s run into bug spray, he’s screwed now!
DV: Prince Kashmir just took Tommy King all the way OUT of the ring ladies and gentlemen!
KR: Damn it Tommy, not to him, not to him!

Tommy King climbs to his feet outside the ring, Taryn coming over to give him support, Kashmir climbs to his feet inside the ring and sees the shaken Tommy King and his wife Taryn on the outside. The Prince grins, before bouncing off the opposite ropes and gaining speed as he approaches the ropes nearest Tommy and Taryn… Tommy looks up and shoves Taryn out of the way, just in time, as PRINCE KASHMIR COMES FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A SENTON TO THE OUTSIDE, TAKING OUT THE NUMBER ONE MAGGOT! Both men lie sprawled out on the ground as Referee BLAH begins the count…

[align=center]1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
The two men start to come around…
6...
7...
Both men begin climbing to their feet…
8...
9...
Kashmir ends the count by sliding into the ring…
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Tommy King follows a few moments later and both men stand… before falling onto the ropes. Neither man slips off his feet however. Kashmir tries to whip King but the latter holds onto the ropes, Kashmir turns around… only to be blasted with a HUGE clothesline from Tommy King!

KR: Kashmir just lost his head! And quite possibly the match!
CM: After a clothesline?
DV: There’s been stranger ways.
CM: Naked Mideon?
DV: I was thinking more Mark Henry.

King wastes no time, pulling the smaller man to his feet by the arm and whipping him into the nearest corner, Kashmir stumbles back into the waiting arms of Tommy King who grabs his arms for…

KR: He’s going for the Maggot Lock!

But Kashmir breaks the grip on his arms and pulls Tommy over his shoulder with a snap mare, followed up by a dropkick to the back! That’s one insane move there… [/sarcasm]. Tommy King falls onto his back and the Prince rushes to the ropes, before spring boarding off with a Lionsault… NO! Tommy King rolls out of the way! Kashmir hit’s the mat, hard. He lies flat on his belly, winded. The No. 1 Maggot capitalises, dragging Kashmir up, this time by the hair and quickly suplexing him straight back down. The crowd starts up a Maggot Korps orientated chant as Tommy gives them the metal fingers once more, signalling the end is near for the Prince. Kashmir crawls to his feet, only to be grabbed by one arm and whipped across the ring… Kashmir comes back… to be lifted up into position for a side-effect…

KR: (sic)(Bomb)!
CM: NO!
DV: REVERSAL!

Kashmir jabs a closed fist into King’s face and TK drops Kashmir, who lands deftly on his hands, before rolling away from Tommy King who’s bounced off the ropes and is coming back, Referee Tommy Owens tries to admonish Kashmir but Tommy King flies toward the Prince, who sidesteps the attack and Tommy rebounds off the ropes to meet a…

CM: KESARI!
DV: Huge impact from that sidekick!

Kashmir then grins at the crowd, before imitating Tommy, pulling the Metal fingers, much to the anger of the crowd, before launching himself over with a standing SSP!

CM: Maharashtra!
KR: You what?
CM: It’s what the Prince calls that feat of ingenuity.
KR: I think Standing Shooting Star Press is less of a mouthful.
CM: So does Elton John… BOO YA!
DV: Wait… that doesn’t make sense…

Kashmir drops into the cover, BLAH slides in for the count…

[align=center]1...
2...
KICK OUT BY TOMMY KING!
[/align]

Kashmir motions with three fingers that he had the match won but Referee BLAH won’t have any of it. Kashmir runs a hand through his hair in disbelief before standing and slamming his boot down hard on Tommy’s neck. TK rolls around in a small circle, holding his throat as Prince Kashmir ascends the turnbuckles, looking to finish off the No. 1 Maggot. King drags himself to his feet, but doesn’t see Kashmir and turns, to see Kashmir, grinning… and poised directly behind him on the top turnbuckle, Tommy King reacts instinctively, flinging himself at the nearest set of ropes, Kashmir stumbles… landing on the turnbuckle, his mouth widens into an “O” as the feeling returns to his outer parts, the Prince tumbles forward and lands with a distinct THUD on the mat. The crowd cheer as the cocky Indian’s genitals take a whack, and as he hits the mat.

KR: Well he won’t be beating THAT any time soon!
CM: Maybe he’ll beat you instead!
KR: More than likely it’ll be that girlfriend of his.
CM: How dare you insult the honour of a princess!

Anyway… TK wastes no time, pulling Kashmir to his feet and leaning him up in the corner, King walks back until he has half the ring between him and Kashmir before charging at Kashmir, attempting to ram the smaller man into the turnbuckles. Kashmir, however, has other ideas… namely moving out of the way, letting TK hit the corner hard, he then completes his idea by launching a springboard dropkick into TK’s head before ascending the turnbuckles behind the Number 1 Maggot. Kashmir carefully lifts King onto the top of the corner, going for the Super Styles Clash…

CM: KASHMIR SETTING HIM UP FOR THE TIGRIS!
KR: I’m so excited!
CM: Really???
KR: No.

But Tommy King reverses! He breaks Kashmir’s hold on his legs, then allows them t touch the floor… before pulling Kashmir over his shoulders and slamming him onto the mat, hard. TK then ascends the turnbuckles himself… before leaping off with a huge FLYING BODY PRESS that lands squarely on top of the Prince, in an automatic covering position…

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2...
3...
SHOULDER UP AT 2.99!
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The Prince barely gets out of that one as Tommy King tries to insist he had the match won, once again the Referee has none of it. Kashmir climbs slowly to his feet but Tommy King is waiting… and signalling for the (SIC)(BOMB)… BUT WAIT A MINUTE!

CM: Is that…?
DV: You can’t do that on TV!

PRINCE KASHMIR’S GIRLFRIEND, PRINCESS, SEEMS TO HAVE LOST HER TOP! TOMMY OWENS TRIES TO TELL HER TO COVER UP, AS DOES A CONFUSED LOOKING TOMMY KING, KASHMIR FROM BEHIND WITH A LOW BLOW TO TK! ROLL UP! PRINCESS GETS OWENS TO TURN AROUND…

[align=center]1...
2...
3...
*DING! DING! DING!*
[/align]

CM: Prince Kashmir, using his smarts to win again!
KR: He just stole one, and you know it!

Kashmir scrambles out of the ring and up the ramp as Born To Reign sounds over the speakers, leaving an irate Tommy King screaming after the Prince as he makes good his escape with Princess.


[align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align]

The scene opens up within a random locker room in the backstage area of the building, leading us to believe it is one of Slam!'s wrestlers because there is a Slam! promotional t-shirt thrown over the back of a chair. After a few seconds, Keith Williams walks into the view of the camera as if from out of nowhere. Dressed in his wrestling attire, except with a towel around his neck.

Keith Williams: "You know what gets to me? The fact that I'm treated with such disrespect in a company that I'm making so much money for. Let's face it people, without Mr. Wrestling around there would be nothing worth watching on the Slam! brand of FIW, and for that matter, on the TNT brand of FIW either. But still, Nightmare and T-Bird, the freaks of this federation continue to badmouth my name. The truth is T-Bird couldn't handle to face me one on one, she had to roll me up with a cheap small package in order to get the job done, because if she hadn't she would have gotten her ass handed to her on a silver platter."

He removes the towel from around his neck and uses it to wipe the perspiration off his forehead. Keith throws the towel on the floor and takes a seat in the chair that has the t-shirt draped over it.

Keith Williams: "These last two losses to such sub par talent is not making me look like a competant competitor. I blame these losses on the referees. I didn't do anything wrong, I have all the talent in the world to use against my opponents, but the one thing I can't control is the rate at which these referees administer the three count. They've screwed me out of two matches because of counting the pinfall too quickly! Can't you see? It's not my fault, Mr. Wrestling isn't to blame here, it's because of the officials. Don't lose faith in your hero, fans, I'm still as great as I ever was. These two losses can't be held against me because I'm not to blame. If you want to boo or jeer anyone, it should be the referees that are allowed to call my matches."

Keith takes the shirt from off the back of the chair and slips it on, the Slam! logo on the front of the shirt and clearly visible to those watching.

Keith Williams: "I've even been left off the card for this week's show, which disappoints me. Why would you put these other talentless bums on your card when they don't have the same intensity as me? I portray the three T's of wrestling, damnit! That counts for something, I know it does! And it's getting on my nerves how I haven't been offered one title shot yet. No, they're handed out to other people like Toan, or titles are even awarded to such bitches as Tomoko Onamari. But do you see Keith Williams getting any opportunities to wear some gold around his waist? I didn't think so."

He leans back in the chair, staring at the ceiling for a few moments, letting out a sigh of stress, before looking back down at the camera.

Keith Williams: "While we're on the subject of Tomoko, why don't we discuss that problem a little further? She comes back from a big absence and is just handed a championship. I don't give a crap what technicalities are involved, or what loopholes she managed to find. It's not fair! It's not fucking fair! Why is a whore like her being given gold? I've been competing longer than her and busting my ass longer than her, but yet she's given the Slam! International Championship? She doesn't deserve to even look at that title, let alone wear it around her waist. I demand that I be given a shot at some title, whether it be the Slam! International Championship, the Extreme Chaos Championship, whoever wins the Tactical Assault Championship, or even the Tag-team Championships. It doesn't matter what belt it is, as long as I'm given a match against the champion or champions."

Keith takes a slight breather, then continues.

Keith Williams: "Now if I don't get what I want, then something is going to happen. I'm going to take out one of these "deserving" championship holders, and make sure they can't compete. I'll break both their arms with the Old School Genocide and make Slam! officials wish they had listened to me the first time I had requested a title shot. The choice is yours, either give me what I want, or I'll break the arms of one of your champions. Think about it, give it some time, and then get back to me. I just hope you make the right decision. Now get out of my face."

He shoves the camera's view away from him and forces the camera man out of the locker room. The last thing we see before the feed cuts to blackness is the name tag of, "Keith Williams", on the front of the locker room door.

DV: The show has been great so far, and next up we got…

Dean is interrupted as on the Slam!Tron, we see Matt Impact exiting Richard Markone’s office with a smile on his face nodding his head, as he begins walking away from the office, he is stopped for the second time by Slam! Interviewer Emma Parr.

Parr: Matt!

Impact stops in his tracks, sighs and turns around thinking ‘not this again.’

Impact: What do you want now!?

Parr: Anymore information you can give about what you and Mr. Markone discussed behind closed doors?

Impact: Well Emma, I can’t give all of my info away, but let’s just say, Jack was able to beat me in Canada, as well as his rainy and boring home crowd…

JEERS!

Impact: …but, he will not be able to beat me, where I won the Slam! Stamina Series.

Parr: So, you are saying?

Impact: Yes Emma, I’m saying that FIW is coming back to Madison Square Garden for Déjà Vu III!

Parr: And, you’ll be facing Jack Manson at Déjà Vu for the FIW World Championship?

Impact: Honestly, that’s still not official, but like I said, I still got a major announcement to be made later tonight, and if all goes well, it’s back to the big apple for the King of Slam!.

Impact walks away Emma towards his locker room as we go back to the announcer’s booth.

KR: Madison Square Garden!? Do you think Impact has something up his sleeve, maybe he feels if he faces Jack Manson, he’ll have the ultimate advantage in his hometown?

DV: Maybe, but no matter where Matt and Jack fight, Manson will always out best him.

CM: That’s what you think, but I’m still eager to hear this major announcement.

KR: Well, next up we have the Panthera Maj Tahal, going up against Rylee Starr.

CM: OK, either Richard Markone is toturing me on purpose, or this is just to make sure every goodie two-shoe wrestler on or roster kills themselves before the PPV.

DV: This is the second match in a row Maj Tahal has faced another fan favourite.

KR: And it makes for really great TV.

The arena lights begin to faint into darkness as the bass in the speakers begin to rumble and it jumps into What You Waiting For? as a sexy body walks out onto the stage and raises her hands into the air and strobe lights filter the stage as the crowd begins to cheer.

KR: Here she is, and this is the second time this month that these two have squared off.

DV:
Yes, but that ended controversially as we all remember, with Maj winning, thanks to a DQ after getting attacked by Prince Kashmir.

CM: Finally! We have a great man mentioned!

[align=center]What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for!?[/align]
CC: This match is scheduled for one fall. First, making her way to the ring, at a weight of 137lbs, from Fairfield, Connecticut, RYLEE STARR!

Rylee slowly walks towards the ramp and she begins to walk down the ramp shaking her hips and her hands in the air in the form of an ‘X’. She makes it to the ring and slides into the ring on her knees as she gets up shaking her head to the beat of the music. Rylee climbs the turnbuckle as she raises her hands again as the song dies down and she awaits her opponent. The lights in the arena suddenly turn to a mix of gold and red, as the sound of a helicopter goes over the P.A. system. The crowd erupts into cheers, as the tron starts to show highlights from the career of Maj Tahal. The song "Morning Glory" starts to play, with the build-up of the guitars blasting. Suddenly, out from the curtain walks the Panthera himself, Maj Tahal. The crowd cheer even more, as the song picks up. Behind Maj walks Crazy Sam. Maj grins, as he suddenly runs down the ramp, slapping hands on the way down. Sam follows him walking, smiling, but holding his foam gun close to him.

CM: Here's Kashmir's walking beat-up buffet.

KR: Yes, this is the only place you'll here utter crap like that, ladies and gentlemen.

CC: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by 'Crazy' Sam, weighing 245lbs, from Bombay, India, , MAJ "PATHERA" TAHAL!

Maj slides into the ring, and gets up quickly as he runs to the far turnbuckle. He climbs it and looks out to the crowd, grinning. A stream of camera flashes comes onto Tahal as he stands looking out. He finally jumps down, and hands his jacket to Sam on the outside. Sam takes it, and keeps it safe, as Maj warms himself up in the ring ready for the match.

DING
DING
DING

Both Rylee and Maj stare at each other, neither moving at first. The crowd are pumped for this match, and are cheering both competitors. They both move in towards each other, and suddenly lock up. Maj, the heavier and stronger opponent, quickly pushes Rylee backwards. They go towards the ropes, and Maj pushes her against them, until the ref moves him away. Maj backs away respectfully, showing the side of Tahal we've never seen before in the ring. Rylee gets up from the ropes, and walks to the center of the ring. She nods, to show she's ready, and both of the competitors lock-up again. This time, Rylee takes control, by quickly slipping around behind Maj, and wrapping her arms around his waist. Maj, though, being bigger, quickly powers himself backwards into the turnbuckle, catching Rylee in-between him and the corner. Again, the ref gets in-between them, but as Mark Jackson moves out of the way, Maj suddenly goes backwards and hits an elbow right in the face of Starr. Maj then quickly turns around, and grabs the body of Rylee, before monkey flipping her out of the corner. Her body goes flipping across the ring, and lands in the center, with her back drilling into the canvas. The crowd pop for this, as Maj quickly gets up. Rylee soon gets up, and as she gets to a vertical base, Maj suddenly kicks her in the mid-section. He then punches her with a left, and then a right, before hitting a beautiful spinning heel kick, sending Rylee straight down. Maj rolls himself up, and Rylee quickly follow suit, holding her face. As she does though, Maj knocks her down with a clothesline. As he does, he turns to the crowd and taunts, causing them to cheer him. Crazy Sam, caught up in the moment, cheers with them.

KR: Maj getting off to a good start here.

CM: I need ear muffs. This crowd is getting on my nerves.

DV: I want this match to go as lone as possible now.

KR: Your getting into the swing of it as well, now, are you?

DV: No, but I love how it annoys Chip.

While Maj is distraced though, Rylee quickly gets her arm between Maj's legs and rolls him up for a quick school boy. The ref goes down for the count.

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Maj powers out of the schoolboy, sending Rylee flying towards the ropes. She turns and grabs them, to stop herself. She quickly regains her composure, as she turns to gain some momentum. But she doesn't realise Maj is already up, and as she spins around, Maj is already there. He dropkicks her, sending her flying backwards through the ropes. Rylee lands hard on the floor outside, as Maj gets up. He looks down at Rylee, who trying to get to her feet. He waits, as the electricity in the crowd starts to build. Starr finally stands up, and as she does, Tahal suddenly uses the ropes to slingshot himself over the top rope. He volts his body straight towards Rylee, but this time she's ready. She sidesteps out of the way, and as Maj goes right past her, she grabs his back and pushes him down faster, giving it a flapjack like effect. This extra push makes Maj's landing even more painful, as his face crunches against the floor on the outside. The crowd pop for this, as they can't lose. Crazy Sam screams from this failed attempt. Rylee quickly turns her back to Maj, and suddenly jumps backwards, in a moonsault. She flips in the air, and lands straight down onto the back of Maj, drilling his front into the floor even more.

KR: Collision Course!

CM: Were you talking about that standing moonsault, or Maj's suicide?

DV: Who cares?

Rylee rolls off Maj, and uses the apron to pulls herself up. Maj turns onto his back, clutching his front in pain. Rylee doesn't give Maj time to recover, as she starts to stomp on Maj. He winces in pain, as he tries to roll across the floor to avoid her. He rolls to the steps, and quickly uses them to get to a vertical base again. Rylee stomps on his toe as he does though, as she was still trying to stomp on him. Maj quickly starts jumping around in pain, clutching his foot, in a comic style. As Maj is distracted, Rylee quickly grabs him, and spins him around, so her back is facing the steel steps. Suddenly, she grabs Maj's head under her arm. The blood-thirsty crowd suddenly pop, realising she's going for a DDT onto the steps. She grins sadistically, as she suddenly tries to pull Maj in for the kill. But Tahal resists. She strains to try again, but Maj suddenly grabs her around the waist. He suddenly lifts her up, holding her horizontal in the air. He steps backwards a few steps, and suddenly slides her body into the ring under the bottom rope. She struggles, but Maj suddenly hits an elbow over the back of her head, to stop it. He then quickly climbs onto the apron, with Rylee face down, and her head sticking out over the apron. Maj looks for confirmation from the crowd, and is returned with loud cheers. He suddenly grabs the ropes, and jumps on the middle rope, right above Rylee's head. He bounces off that, and downwards, hitting the knee right to the back of Rylee's head as he falls down back off the ring. He lands on one knee, and Rylee rolls into the ring, clutching the back of her head in pain.

KR: What an incredibly imaginitive move there by Maj Tahal!

CM: I'm sure I've seen that before.

DV: The Undertaker does a leg drop from the apron, but he doesn't bounce off the middle rope and drive his knee into his opponent's head. Stop trying to make Maj's efforts go all to waste. Just some of them...

Maj gets to his feet, and slides into the ring, as he quickly gets on top of Rylee for the pin.

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The crowd both boo and cheer at the same time for the kickout. Maj slowly gets up, with slight disbelief on his face. Crazy Sam meanwhile is screaming at the ref about being part of a conspricy to hold Maj back. Mark ignores Sam, keeping an eye on the action. Maj waits until Rylee is to her feet, to make a runs for a spear. He runs straight at her, head down, but Rylee suddenly doges and hits a drop toe hold. Maj's head crashes straight into the bottom turnbuckle. Rylee quickly starts stomping on the back of Maj's head, which is resting on the bottom turnbuckle. Mark Jackson shouts at Rylee to stop, but she's caught up in the moment. Mark has no choice but to start the DQ count.

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Rylee suddenly drops an elbow straight to the back of Maj's head. Maj's head bounces off the turnbuckle, and he turns around, going up to sit against the corner, holding his head and cringing in pain. Rylee turns around, standing up. Mark Jackson tries to talk to her, but she ignores him, as she walks over and grabs Maj by the hair. She pulls him up, and suddenly grasps his head in a cutter position. The crowd pop, as they know she's calling for the Starr Struck. She goes to pull Maj down, but Maj grabs the ropes either side of the corner. She tries again to pull, but Maj again holds on with all his strength. Rylee suddenly catches Maj off guard by going to one knee, and snapmaring him straight over. As she does, she stays hold of the neck, and suddenly locks him in a rear chinlock, driving one knee into the back of Maj. His eyes suddenly open wide, as the pain jolts through his body. His arms flail about helplessly, as Rylee slows down the pace of the match, wearing down Maj. Mark goes down, and checks on Maj to see if he wants to tap. Maj justs grits his teeth and struggles more, as Rylee tightens the grip. Sam shouts support to Maj, but Tahal's efforts slowly and surely start to dim.

KR: Rylee using that hold to drain away Maj's strength.

DV: It could be effective, but slowling down the match is not the style of wrestling that Rylee should be looking for. She's more deadly in fast-paced match-ups.

CM: They're just prolonging the agony.

Sam starts to hit his CUNT (gun) on the apron, repeatedly. Soon, the crowd follow suit clapping. They start to cheer for Maj, as he leg starts to hit the canvas also in time. Rylee shakes her head, trying to deter the crowd, but they are too much filled with excitement. Maj starts to get to his feet, while Starr still holds on. Tahal finally gets up, and suddenly hits two elbows into the Rylee, before backing off into the ropes. As they get there, is suddenly fires her off into the other ropes. He walks to the center of the ring as she bounces off the ropes. He goes for another clothesline, but she ducks, and runs towards the other ropes. Maj turns around in shock, as Starr rebounds off the ropes again, and suddenly hits Maj with a devastating unorthodox style Deja Vu. The crowd pop for another of Starr's trademark moves. Maj gets slammed into the mat, as Rylee quickly gets up, still pumped from the adrenaline rush.

CM: WTF?!

KR: Hey, finally you called a move it's proper name for once.

DV: Even I'm suprised.

CM: No, I was just asking what the hell that was!

KR & DV: *sigh*

Rylee covers again.

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Kickout just before the three count. Rylee cannot believe it, as she gets to her feet again. Crazy Sam is doing, what can only be described as, some sort of Irish Jig in joy of Maj kicking out. Rylee catches a glimpse of this strange display of dancing, but then is back into the fray. Maj is groggily getting to his feet, holding his head, as Rylee suddenly kicks him in the stomach. He clutches over, as she turns and runs off the ropes. She comes back towards Maj, but Tahal suddenly looks straight up and hits her with his Shakti STO. He drives her straight into the canvas, causing another loud pop from the audience. He quikly turns her over, and suddenly locks in his trademark STF, which he calls Daravana. He gets her leg wrapped in, and pulls back her neck, but he doesn't realise her other leg is right by the ropes. Almost immediately as the hold is locked tight, she puts her free foot on the rope. Mark Jackson sees the foot there, and starts to use the DQ count, to warn Maj to let the hold go. Tahal is still oblivious to the fact the foot is on there.

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Mark Jackson starts to pull Maj off, and Tahal breaks the hold. Maj stands up, and Mark starts to warn Maj. Meanwhile, Rylee, holding her leg, starts using the ropes to get up. Maj looks past Mark, and sees this. He goes towards Starr, but she suddenly pokes him in the eye. He stumbles backwards, holding his eye, as Rylee suddenly bounces herself off the ropes. She seems like she's ready to go for her "Bad Girl" maneuver, but suddenly, Maj looks up, and hits his "Bhaia" Spear. He drives straight into her, and crashes her into the canvas. The crowd pop for this, as does Sam. Maj slowly gets up, before looking at the corner. He grins, as he makes his way to the turnbuckle. The crowd realise what he's doing. Maj gets on the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle. He gets to the top, and grins, as he looks down at Rylee Starr. She doesn't move, as he suddenly fires himself off the turnbuckle. He curls up and starts spinning dramatically. He spins 180. Then 360. Then 450. He keeps spinning, as bulbs from camera flash all around the arena. Suddenly he hits his 630 splash finisher, driving into Rylee. The crowd got nuts as he does this, and Crazy Sam does a backflip in celebration. Maj slowly turns over, and covers Rylee. Mark Jackson goes down to start the count.

KR: BOMBAY NIGHTS!

DV: An impressive and difficult finisher.

CM: At least this is finishing...

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CC: Here is your winner...MAJ TAHAL!

Maj gets up, as Sam gets in the ring. Tahal is barely to his feet, when Sam raises Maj's arm in victory. Maj grins, as the two then make there way out of the ring, being cheered by the crowd, and as Oasis' "Morning Glory" plays loud over the P.A. system. Rylee slowly makes her way to the back to after.


[align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align]

Some classical like music comes on. A man is shown in a recliner with a beer in hand. Then “And now, A word with Brad.” is said in a British accent. The man now known as Brad is looking around with a disgusted face.

Sweets: Who the hell put on this flippin music. And what’s with the British dude? Ah hell with it! Anyway like the guy said I’m Brad. Well “Big Baby Sweets” Brad Guinup to be more specific. Some of ya’ll may know me from other feds but I don’t feel like bringing that here. For those of you who don’t know me you’re in for a treat. I have wrestled from coast to coast and have tangled with the best of ‘em. I was looked up by the good folks here in the FIW and they asked me to join. How could I say no? So the next few weeks you folks are gonna get the opportunity to know me better. Then when I debut it won’t be so weird. So for now I bid you far well. Hey retard in the back. Play my damn theme song this time. And I want some redneck or homeless guy doing my outro. Stinkin’ lazy ass teamsters.

Rose Of Sharyn comes on the speakers as the screen fades. Then a homeless guy says “Umm ya that was a word with Bread. What’s that??? Oh his name is Brad. Guess I messed that one up. Oh well. Hey do I still get my 20 bucks???” Then “Sweets is coming!!!” flashes on the screen. Followed by “CUZ THAT’S HOW I GET DOWN!!!

CM: And now a word from our Commissioner, Mr. Markone.

In the office of the Slam! Commissioner, Richard Markone is sat at his desk. Beside his laptop computer is a glass of water and a small bottle of headache pills. Markone motions us closer.

Markone: Keith Williams huh? Just tell me who in the hell you think you are?! You use my show to promote your own misguided beliefs? I don’t think so! Listen to me boy, you’re not bigger than this promotion or this brand and you’re not bigger than me! I want you on our shows because you are ‘Mr. Wrestling’ but allow me to make this perfectly clear…I might want you but I do not need you! Instead of bitching, moaning and complaining about getting a title shot why don’t you do what everybody else does and earn one!?

Markone pauses, he is not in a good moon tonight and it seems like Keith has antagonised the Commissioner even further.

Markone: You want to whine about Tomoko Onamari being reinstated with her SIC belt? Fine, cry about it all you want because it won’t make a difference to me. Matter of fact, you can cry all the way to the dole queue! So you want a shot at some gold? If my memory serves me rightly Keith, you had your shot in the TAC Tournament and you BLEW IT! And your idle threat to injure my champions have been noted, it also has been noted by my 8 S.W.A.T. guards, who are ready to pounce on you as soon as you even go near one of the Slam! Champions. You've only been here a damn month boy, how dare you demand a shot at anything. The only shot you've got is getting one of my men to ram their foot down your throat.

Richard Markone’s S.W.A.T. men come into view as they surround the Commissioner. He smugly continues.

Markone: However Keith, what I was going to do before your bitching session aired was inform you that along with 6 others that next week we’re having an Over the Top Rope Battle Royal to determine the new International Championship Number One Contender and that contender will take on Tomoko at Déjà Vu for the her version of the International Title. Now, onto the Tag Team Championships…

Suddenly Markone grimaces and clutches the side of his head. A few moments later and he shakes it off, ready to continue.

Markone: Some may say that the Maggot Korps are our only team left on Slam! after the break up of the Arabian Knights. The Maggot Korps might have been our only viable option but that has all changed. As of this moment next week two of the Maggot Korps must take on a team handpicked by myself to crown the tag team contenders to take on the reigning FIW Tag Team Champions, TNT’s Merchants of Menace. In addition to this, I spoke to Orchid earlier and she requested that the T-Bird versus Nightmare match tonight be made no interference. I have no problems with that, S.W.A.T. and the other Maggot will not be allowed at ringside. But she also gave me an idea, no DQ and falls count anywhere. Enjoy yourselves! This concludes my announcements.

The Commissioner picks up the bottle of pills on his desk and shakes them, no sound. He tosses the bottle aside and stands up to walk off, surely in search of something to cure his headache.
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KR: Up next we have a battle of two Maggot Korps members.

DV: It's Nightmare vs. T-Bird and it's for a spot in the finals of the Tactical Assault Championship Tournament.

KR: Two wins away from the newest title on Slam!, the TAC.

CM: I'm tagging out for this one, I can't be bothered commentating with you two girls on an-all MKF match.

KR: MKF?

CM: Maggot Korps Freaks.

Chip Martin removes his headset and picks up a book he's brought out to the announce table. He begins reading it as Kurt and Dean look on in disbelief.

KR: Well, in any event we just heard moments ago that this match is now a no DQ, falls count anywhere.

DV: Orchid has stirred Richard Markone into making sure this match is no interference too.

CC: The following contest is a Semi-Final match in the TAC Tournament and is a Falls Count Anywhere match with no interference permitted.

The lights cut suddenly as two blood-red spotlights focus on the titantron where the Slipknot tribal S has appeared in front of the Neverwinter Eye, both in interchanging purple and red. After a few moments we can hear a familiar voice arrive over the titantron..

[align=center]MONDAY NIGHT SLAM...
WE ALL..
GOT LEFT...
BEHIND..[/align]


The crowd absolutely erupts as "Left Behind" begins to pound the speakers, the vicious tribal beat of the drums being accompanied by pulsing red and purple strobes all over the stage as the titantron now shows clips of a certain purple-clad wrestler's achievements here in FIW, making the fans all the more rabid to see their hero. Smoke has now filled the stage as well, and here comes the first verse..

[align=center](I've known)
Faces that have disappeared in time
Find me wrapped in glass and slowly soaked in lime
(All my) Friends have pictures made to make you cry
I've seen this and wondered what I've dont to
CALCIFY!![/align]


Finally, Nightmare steps out of the smoke onto the stage alongside Orchid, to a thunderous cheer, staring down the rampway toward the ring with a firey look of intensity in his deep green eyes. Both are illuminated by the purple and red strobes until Orchid whispers something into Nightmare's ear which starts their trek towards the ring, Nightmare's coat flowing behind him.

CC: On his way to the ring, in the company of Orchid, he hails from Portland, Oregon and weighs 275 pounds...THIS! IS! NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTMAAAAAAARE!

[align=center](I IGNORE YOU)
As I close my eyes
I FEEL IT ALL SLIPPING AWAY!
(I COME TOWARD YOU!)
We all got left behind
WE LET IT ALL SLIP AWAY!
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Once they reach the ring, Nightmare grabs the top rope and easily hoists himself onto the apron, then reaches a hand down to help Orchid onto the apron. They enter the ring together, Nightmare going to one corner and raising the devil horns to the crowd to a very loud response as per usual, he repeats this taunt on all four corners with Orchid cheering him on till he gets to the center of the ring, handing her his coat, and getting some last minute instructions from her and a hug in return before she exits to the outside, leaving Nightmare to await his opponent in the center of the ring with the same fire-like intensity in his eyes as "Left Behind" fades away.

KR: Nightmare is in the ring, he wants that TAC title belt no doubt.

DV: But so does his opponent.

[align=center] "I've felt the hate rise up in me...
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...
I wander out where you can't see...
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed... "


"Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot hits the speakers as T-Bird comes out from the back almost crawling. Her hair is pulled up into a tight pony tail with a lime green ribbon. She wears a white Maggot Korps t-shirt that is very loose on her body. She is also wearing a pair of baggy black jeans. Paint covers all of her face and her arms also. She reaches the end of the stage bouncing but getting down on her knees.

"GOODBYE!"

Red pryo hits all around her as she pops out of it landing not to far away. T-Bird throws her arms up getting the fans to cheer even louder than they are now. Some go to their feet as she takes her dash down the ramp letting her hair down and throwing the ribbon into the crowd. A few people fight over it but the others just keep cheering as she slides into the ring sitting up on her knees throwing her arms up.

"I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time
Everything is 3D blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not the way I pictured me
I CAN'T CONTROL MY SHAKES!..."


T-Bird gets up on her feet running over to the turnbuckle and stepping up. She grabs the edges of her Maggot Korps shirt throwing it off into the crowd letting the fans fight over it again. She is left with just her black bikini top and her body painted the same as her face and arms. She jumps off heading to the opposite turnbuckle and greets the fans over there. Hopping off of there she bounces a little bit getting ready for her match to come.[/align]

CC: And the opponent, weighing 138 pounds...T-BIRD!

Referee Mark Jackson, who has been assigned this contest, calls for the bell to signal the start of this match. Nightmare and T-Bird come to the middle of the ring together, neither competitor trash-talking. They lock up quickly in a grapple, Nightmare establishes his power advantage and pushes T-Bird down to the canvas. She rolls over her shoulder back up to her feet. She finds herself in a corner and the Prince of Pain charges in but T-Bird ducks underneath a right hand attempt. She now has Nightmare backed up into the corner and she goes downstairs with a couple of stiff kicks to the upper leg before jumping as she nails Nightmare with two hard right hands of her own.

KR: T-Bird has to hit and run here in my opinion, try and keep Nightmare off balance.

DV: She's got to take chances in this one, keep Nightmare on the back foot.

The fans are pretty much split 50-50 as Nightmare blocks a punch to grab T-Bird and reverse her into the corner. Nightmare looks to unload with a haymaker of a right but he finds only turnbuckle as T-Bird evades the attempted shot. Again Nightmare finds himself with his back to the corner and T-Bird adjusts her attack to deliver shoulders into her former husband's gut. After three shoulders, she steps back to build up some more momentum for a charging shoulder but she gets BLASTED with a big boot from Nightmare! Nightmare's foot cannons into T-Bird's face and she drops down to the canvas holding the impact area.

DV: Nightmare looking for a knock out shot with the haymaker but T-Bird managed to avoid it.

KR: Look for T-Bird to take to the air in this match, she can fly with the best of them on her day.

Nightmare comes out of the corner and drops an elbow across T-Bird's head before staying on top for a cover...

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KR: T-Bird too close to the corner, only a 1 count.

T-Bird knew where she was in relation to the ring, got her foot on the ropes nice and early. Nightmare gets up, T-Bird also getting back up to her feet and Nightmare whips her hard into the opposite turnbuckle. Nightmare charges in after her but T-Bird gets both feet up in his face! Nightmare staggers back into the centre of the ring as T-Bird jumps up onto the top rope. She turns around so she's facing her opponent and LAUNCHES OFF TO CONNENT WITH A HIGH CROSS BODY!

DV: She's got a cover on Nightmare!

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KR: Nightmare threw her off him there, showing his power.

T-Bird of course is on her feet first and waits for a moment as Nightmare also begins to stand up before catching him with a swift kick to the shoulder. She backs into the ropes and comes at him with a HURRICANRANA! T-Bird holds on for a pin!

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DV: Three quick pinfalls in succession!

Nightmare sits up after kicking out of the pinfall attempt, he has to shake away the cobwebs but hardly gets a chance as T-Bird drives her shin into his spine! She aims downwards and connects with an elbow to the shoulder before pulling him up. T-Bird applies a standing side headlock, keeping Nightmare stooped into her arms despite his height advantage. He tries to lift her off the canvas but each time she kicks her feet and lands back down. We see a replay of the high cross body block into a pin from T-Bird as Nightmare again fights against T-Bird's headlock.

KR: As elementary, as simple as you like is the headlock but she's keeping it on and keeping control of this match.

DV: We all can see that Nightmare is taller, weighs more and is stronger but if T-Bird can cut that down with moves like this then there's no reason she can't leave a winner here tonight.

Nightmare rears back and manages to lift T-Bird up off the mat, he then walks slowly to the ropes and places her on the top rope. T-Bird has the rope straddled as she loses her grip on the headlock and Nightmare nails her with a big boot to knock her down from the top rope to the apron and then she drops to the floor. Nightmare steps through the ropes and also drops down to the arena floor but unlike his Maggot Korps team-mate, he's on his feet.

KR: You can talk about Nightmare being almost a foot taller, 125 pounds advantage in his favour but you can't measure heart.

DV: T-Bird's got a bunch of it, we've seen that time and time again.

The Prince pulls T-Bird up by her hair and he turns her around before SLAMMING her head into the steel steps! He then drags her around the steps, he lets her go and then catches T-Bird with a hard right hand to knock her back to the ring apron. Nightmare then scoops her up onto a shoulder with relative ease. He aims for the ringpost, looking to send her like a dart into the post but T-Bird slips off the shoulder and pushes Nightmare into the post! Stunned, he turns around into a ROUNDHOUSE KICK from T-Bird up around his head to send Nightmare stumbling away.

DV: Gotta wonder just what Tommy King's thoughts are on this match, his two MK partners getting it on.

KR: I'd say he's rooting for Nightmare, purely because it was T-Bird who eliminated him in the Qualifying Round.

T-Bird follows Nightmare, catching him with a punch to the head and then a hard chop to the chest. T-Bird continues keeping Nightmare off balance with a kick to the midsection, still on the outside as T-Bird lands a second roundhouse kick that leaves Nightmare leaning against the barricade and groggy. T-Bird steps back before running at him and clotheslining Nightmare over the barricade into the crowd!

DV: Taking it into the crowd now!

KR: Falls Count Anywhere, no DQ remember!

T-Bird salutes her fans before climbing onto the barricade. She balances herself before jumping towards Nightmare, he slams a fist into her gut to block the attack and she flips over onto the floor. Nightmare peels T-Bird off the floor and brings her through the crowd, slapping a few hands as he does. They come to another barricade and Nightmare positions T-Bird against it, opening her up before nailing her with a hard punch. Nightmare goes for another but T-Bird blocks! She comes back with a straight kick to the bread-basket stalling Nightmare's offence. She looks around, jumps on the barricade before launching off with a moonsault taking Nightmare down to the floor! She stays on for a cover and Referee Mark Jackson makes the count...

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KR: These two Maggot Korps team-mates are holding nothing back.

DV: It's really tough luck that they are close, this is a Tournament Final on the line! And if you don't want titles then you really don't have a pulse on this roster.

KR: You never know what to expect at an FIW event, you never know just who will be right next to you as these two are still in the crowd.

At ringside Orchid is clapping for Nightmare but she has been left there as T-Bird lands an uppercut to send Nightmare sprawling back. Still leading away from the ring, Nightmare catches T-Bird with an uppercut of his own. She staggers back and Nightmare grabs her to whip her into a piece of guardrail! T-Bird sails over it but the steel guardrail falls on top of her! Nightmare places a boot on the guardrail while leading the fans in a cheer for himself. He then pulls T-Bird up onto her feet, pulling along to a technical area through the fans. A straight right hands sends T-Bird reeling back into the large cases of equipment behind her.

KR: Nightmare playing to his strengths, he knows that he can't match pace with T-Bird.

T-Bird is on her knees as Nightmare hammers down with a sledgehammer blow to her head. He then turns around to examine what he can use behind him and Nightmare picks up a steel chair. He folds it up straight and smacks it against the side of the entrance stage for effect, leading the fans to react. He brings it at T-Bird, lifting the chair above his head but T-Bird has prepared and SPRAYS THE CONTENTS OF A FIRE EXTINGUISHER AT NIGHTMARE'S FACE!

DV: Great move by T-Bird, it's not even a move but it's very effective!

KR: T-Bird using whatever he had to hand just like Nightmare did by picking up that steel chair.

Nightmare staggers away hardly able to see, he wildly swings and T-Bird patiently waits for her chance before burying that fire extinguisher into his gut. She then springs into the air and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick! T-Bird then looks around and picks up a steel trashcan conveniently placed nearby. She raises it up and RAMS it down across his head! Nightmare's eyes are glassy as T-Bird runs back to entrance ramp. She jumps up on it before sprinting to the stage, where Nightmare is below and to the right.

KR: What's she doing here?!

DV: Looks like another high flying move...

T-Bird takes a run up and FLIES OFF THE STAGE WITH ANOTHER CROSS BODY ONTO NIGHTMARE BELOW!

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3...NO!

KICK OUT!
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T-Bird is hurting now too, the cross body has taken a lot out of her and Nightmare only just managed to kick out. T-Bird begins to get up, holding her stomach as Nightmare uses the cases around him to pull himself up.

KR: No count outs here remember, anything goes!

T-Bird follows Nightmare out of the technical area towards the back but T-Bird grabs his head and sends him into a wall! Nightmare needs some distance and he pushes T-Bird away before he heads up a flight of stairs. T-Bird keeps close, following Nightmare and they emerge just behind the Slam!Tron. They emerge onto the stage and T-Bird has picked up a trashcan lid. She nails Nightmare in the small of his back with it, dropping Nightmare to his knees before kicking almost through his head to knock him all the way down.

DV: At least we can see them now, we lost them when they went backstage.

KR: Orchid moving closer, that might not be a good idea with all these weapons around.

T-Bird takes a run up and jumps into the air before dropping a leg drop across Nightmare's head/chest. She moves into a cover with Referee Mark Jackson right on hand.

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2!

KICK OUT!
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Nightmare rakes the eyes of T-Bird as she gets off the cover. She walks away holding her face as Nightmare also gets back up. Nightmare catches T-Bird with a headbutt to knock her down. He then stomps down on the back of her head. Nightmare picks her up, all the way up onto his shoulder as he did earlier and aims her at part of the Slam! set...CRASH! T-Bird sent like a dart into the Slam! set!

KR: Nightmare a former ECC, he knows what this all about using the surroundings.

DV: But T-Bird has won titles, most notably in NGIW!

Nightmare drops to his knees, the former World Champion suffering the effects of this match already. He stands up as T-Bird is also slowly getting up and he nails her with a running clothesline! T-Bird is knocked back down hard to the staging and Nightmare disappears through the curtain backstage. Referee Mark Jackson calls him back and Nightmare does return, with a steel chair in hand! Nightmare gets ready to strike with it but T-Bird catches him in the gut with a spinning kick. Nightmare drops the chair and doubles over. T-Bird takes him down with a bulldog!

KR: Bulldog on the staging!

DV: We may need an ambulance by the time this over!

Nightmare crawls into a sitting position beside the Slam! set, the metal behind his head as T-Bird is up...BASEMENT DROPKICK BY T-BIRD! NIGHTMARE'S HEAD SNAPS BACK AGAINST THE SLAM! SET!

DV: A double whammy!

T-Bird has the cover on!

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2!

SHOULDER UP!
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Nightmare is quickly up to his feet but he's groggy and stood against that Slam! set as T-Bird goes for a third Roundhouse kick...but misses! Nightmare collapses to the floor as T-Bird's foot smacks into the set! She tries to get up but Nightmare has that chair and SLAMS it down across her back! Nightmare picks T-Bird up and signals to the fans for his Cataclysm!

KR: Here it comes!

DV: This match is over! Cataclysm on the stage!

He lifts T-Bird up in the pumphandle and twists her around so her head is in position to go down for the tombstone but T-Bird kicks her legs! She does her best to escape and she slips out of Nightmare's hands! She arches her back and lands on her feet, Nightmare charges at her but T-Bird locks her arms around Nightmare and twists...FALLEN DREAMS!

KR: The Twisting Downward Spiral!

DV: On the stage!

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2!

3!
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CC: Here is your winner and advancing in the Tactical Assault Championship Tournament...T-BIRD!

DV: T-Bird has done it!

KR: Got to be an upset in my eyes!

T-Bird has her arm raised in the air by Referee Mark Jackson. She then drops to her knees to check on Nightmare with the referee. She and Jackson helps Nightmare up.

KR: This might have got hardcore, but the respect still exists.

Nightmare raises T-Bird's hand himself before holding his stomach. The two Maggot Korps members shake hands and hug before they exit off the stage together. Referee Mark Jackson goes about clearing the weapons from the staging.

The camera cuts to show Gary Steele sitting backstage.

GS: Tonight I have the pleasure of bringing you an exclusive interview. This is a superstar that everybody has attempted to question, but yet nobody has gotten any actual answers. Well that’s all about to change. Ladies and gentleman, my interviewee for this evening, the reigning Slam International Champion...Tomoko Onamari!

Huge pop from the crowd:

GS: Tomoko, first of all thank you for agreeing to this sit down interview, a lot of people want to know what’s on your mind.

Tomoko: No problem. I feel it’s time to let the fans know what’s going on in my mind. it’s been a long time.

GS: It certainly has. The last time we saw you before your big comeback was July 29th 2004. You announced that you suffered a serious injury and could no longer compete. What was going through your mind at that time?

Tomoko lets out a sigh

Tomoko It was..tough, real tough. I was on a roll at the time. I was finally getting the respect I deserved. I had won my first championship here in FIW. After being in FIW from day one, it was a year and a half before I won my first title so that was a hell of a big deal. I had just come off the greatest series of matches in my entire career, with Dark Magus. It was..

Tomoko shakes her head

Tomoko: It was just the worst possible time for this to happen. I was well on my way to main event status here after so much hard work....Of course you could say when is a good time to be injured? But that still doesn’t make it any easier to take.


GS: You still seem pretty troubled about being taken out of action, and rightfully so..

Tomoko nods

GS: ..Does that mean that we’re going to be seeing an angrier Tomoko in ring wise?

Tomoko: Well I think you’ll agree that I’ve always been one of the most intense competitors in FIW...

Gary nods:

Tomoko: Is my previous injury going to make me even more intense? That’s hard to say...look I’m not one to cry over spilt milk. Injuries in wrestling happen all the time. You just have to deal with that and try to move on. I did try to use my time of wisely. I tried to turn a negative into a positive. I had a chance to study my tape library, I got to keep a very close eye on Slam! I would say in that respect I have a better idea of the strengths and weaknesses of my future competition. But still..if I’m being honest, yeah there’s still anger in me. Who wouldn’t feel anger at being taken out of the game during their greatest success?

Tomoko slowly clenches her fist.

GS: Okay, perhaps we should move on. It’s rumoured that as you got closer to your return, you were in negotiations with not only Slam! but also TNT...

Tomoko: There was offers made from both sides, yes.

GS: Bearing that in mind, did you ever think of perhaps, returning to TNT?

Tomoko: I’d be lying if I said the thought didn’t cross my mind. But, not to put TNT down, I didn’t feel it was the right place for me to go. I still have unfinished business, and goals that I want to achieve. And I want to achieve them on Slam!

GS: That’s understandable, what are the goals you want to achieve here?

Tomoko: Obviously as the Slam International Champion, I want to establish myself as a great champion. The last time I was here, I did have a good reign but I still don’t feel I established myself as the dominant champion I wanted to be.

GS: Some people would argue the opposite. During your reign you made Dark Magus, one of the best technical wrestlers of all time, tap out twice. You also defeated three other men in a fatal four way match. You could say, what you title reign lacked in length it made up for in sheer quality.

Tomoko: *nodding* Yeah, you could say that, but I’m a perfectionist. I always want to improve on what I did before. You can’t live on past accomplishments.

GS: While we’re on the subject of future goals, is there anyone on Slam! that you would especially like to lock up with?

Tomoko: There’s certainly some great talent here...Prime, Sean Madrox, Hutch, Matt Impact... while I might not like some of them, personality wise, there’s no denying that they can get it done in the ring and I look forward to competing with them

GS: There’s a couple of names that you left off that list that I want to ask you about..

Tomoko: I think I know where you’re going here..

GS: To cut right to the chase, you seem to have an issue with Toan...

Tomoko gives a surprised look

Tomoko: I beg your pardon?

GS: Toan...you seem to be targeting him for some unknown reason..

Tomoko: I don’t know what you mean.

GS: Really? I think Toan would disagree with that. You seem to have him quite frustrated.

Tomoko smirks

Tomoko: Yes, I’d imagine he’s frustrated alright, but probably not in the way you mean...

GS: Okay..erm..right...but Toan..

Tomoko interrupts..

Tomoko: Sorry but I have nothing more to say regarding Toan.

GS: Okay.. well one man that does have something to say is Orion Oldriod....

Tomoko sighs heavily

Tomoko: I’m going to make this brief, because I don’t want to waste my interview time discussing that ass hole. He’s made insulting comments towards me...big deal, I could care less. I‘m here to achieve success in the ring, not to shoot my mouth off,, I’ll leave that to Orion and his circle of ass kissers. So if we could move on..

GS: Certainly, who would you say has been your favourite opponent in FIW thus far?

Tomoko: Interesting question..it’s hard to pick just one.. obviously Kennedy’s on the list, we both had our first major feud with each other, and some awesome matches. It’s be interesting to lock up with her again, seeing as we’ve both come so far since our feud. But right now obviously I’m doing my thing and she’s doing hers.

Another opponent I enjoyed wrestling was Dark Magus. I feel those were the best matches of my career, and chances are he‘d say the same..despite our feud, I'd like to think we had a level of respect for each other. You never stop learning in this business, and I learnt a lot from working with him.

GS: Well this has certainly been an insightful inter..

Suddenly a nearby door bursts open catching everyone by surprise as none other than the Deathmatch Bastard himself enters the room looking not the least bit pleased.

He briefly looks at Gary before turning his contemptuous stare to Tomoko…


GS: Erm… Toan, would you mind telling us why you’re here?

Toan turns his head to Gary with a surly glance at the aged interviewer

Toan: I think it’s quite obvious why I’m here… just like it’s quite obvious that in the past few weeks somebody made it their New Year’s Resolution to screw with the Crimson King… wouldn’t you agree, Tomoko?

Toan turns to Tomoko

Toan: You know, you’re right… I am a frustrated individual. I’m frustrated at the fact that it seems like nearly everyone on this product who I promised I’d stand by threw thick and thin suddenly decided that I wasn’t worth as much as they’d previously valued… that I was wasn’t as deserving of anything that I’d achieved in not only Slam but in the whole of Full Intensity Wrestling.

Toan arrogantly scoffs

Toan: And it would seem as though the time I’ve spent paying my dues and earning my stripes in every promotion I competed in would seem to have been wasted time in regards to how I’ve been treated as of late.

Toan pauses, still visibly upset

Toan: And to top things off… this slant-eyed bitch has been driving me fucking insane for the past month for no fucking reason!!

Gary gets out of his seat and puts his hands up in the non-threatening motion

GS: Toan… Toan, just calm down-

Toan suddenly lashes out, shoving Gary straight back into his seat before Toan jabs his finger towards him

Toan: You shut your goddamn mouth! There is no shit you’ve set straight the time you’ve been here… so you keep your fucking mouth closed or I’ll tear out your eyes and skull-fuck you!

Toan then storms over to Tomoko’s seat and grabs it by both arm rests, sneering straight into the Tokyo native

Toan: As for you, you little maggot… you better not fuck with me again, because playing games with the Deathmatch Bastard is like playing with matches or the jagged edge of an army combat knife… sooner or later, Tomoko, you’re going to get hurt… OK?

Toan gets back up before storming back out the way he came…


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CM: Now it's time for Matt Impact's major announcement!

KR: Impact has promised us all a huge announcement to shake the very foundations of this company.

CM: I have insider knowledge and I assure you two that it's BIG!

KR: Much like Matt Impact's ego if you ask me but this is his time as requested.

DV: Guys, that's not Impact's music...

The lights in the arena dim and drums beat from all around as strobe lights begin to flicker about the stage. A just audible whisper comes over the PA system which beckons the attention of everyone to the top of the stage.

[align=center]Can you feel that?

Oh, Shit…[/align]

KR: Heck no its not….

Guitars kick in as the strobe lights get faster and smoke begins to fill the stage. By now the crowd is fully aware of who is going to burst onto that stage and they begin to cheer. Suddenly, David Drainman screams and pyros explode all over the stage and ramp.

[align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah
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Jack then bursts through the curtains from backstage and through the thick smoke from the pyros and fog machines. He stops at the top of the ramp and raises the double bird as fans cheer him wildly.


[align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah
Oah Oah

Oah Oah

Oah Oah
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Manson then heads down the ramp as the lyrics to the song begin to play. He slaps his hand out at nearby fans as they lean over the guard railing trying to score a touch of the former GM.

[align=center]Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
Will you give in to me?
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
Will you give in to me?
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Manson slides into the ring and staggers around the ring flipping everyone in sight off as he makes his way around all the ropes. Jack then raises his arms in the center of the ring and belts out loud growling scream.

[align=center]Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon…..

IN ME!!!!!!
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KR: That is Jack Manson!!!!

DV: Looks as though Jack has something to say to Matt Impact…

Jack paces back and forth in the ring like an angered lion and then reaches over the ropes to Charles Cruz who is holding out a ring mic for him. He takes the microphone and swaggers to the middle of the ring and then pulls the mic to his lips with a brief pause as the fans in attendance go wild for him.

Manson: “MATT IMPACT…..”

The crowd boo loudly at the mention of the self proclaimed King of Slam! and then begin to chant wildly in disrespect to the former champion.

[align=center]”IMPACT SUCKS!!!

IMPACT SUCKS!!!

IMPACT SUCKS!!!”
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The chanting goes on for several moments as Jack moves about in the middle of the ring acknowledging the audience and egging them on in their chant. A wide smile is drawn across his face but that smile fades away quickly as he gets down to business.

CM: Your ruining Impacts moment. This is his time right now. Get out of the ring!

KR: “He is the World Champion you know. He is the highlight of this show!”

Jack draws the microphone back up to his lips and begins to speak.

Manson: For over two months you have been a thorn in my side. Complaining about how I screwed you out of the title and going on trying to make yourself feel better by calling yourself the greatest of all time and the king….

Jack pulls the microphone from his lips and steps into the ropes and lowers the mic momentarily as he stares up the ramp toward the Slam!tron.

Manson: I’m going to have to agree with you though….

The crowd boo loudly at Manson’s comments but he is quick to assure them that there is no reason for their dismay in his words.

CM: It’s about damn time someone shows respect to the King of Slam!

DV: I really don’t think that is what Jack is getting at.

KR: Far from would be my guest.

Manson smiles and brings the microphone back up to his mouth.

Manson: In fact Matt I do think you are the greatest of all time and even the king…..*large smile* of whiny ass cry babies but SURE AS HELL NOT SLAM!

The crowd pop loudly at the insult made by Manson and begin to chant again.

[align=center]”CRY BABY!!!

CRY BABY!!!

CRY BABY!!!”
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CM: Now that was just uncalled for!

KR: No that was just darn hilarious. Matt Impact is a cry baby indeed!

Jack turns from the ropes and moves to the middle of the ring before turning back facing up the ramp and points to the curtain.

Manson: “It is now time to put up or shut up, Matty….I want you in this very ring at Déjà vu so I can shut your mouth once and for all. Now get your ass down here and accept my challenge that is if you have the balls…”

Just as Manson finishes issuing his challenge…in fact just before he finishes a familiar entrance theme begins to rumble across the PA system and Jack stares up the ramp in anticipation of Matt’s arrival.

The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a red spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to boo for the two time former champ, self proclaimed King of Slam!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as Matt Impact emerges onto the stage with his King of Slam! robe, crown, and scepter as the crowd go up in even more boos.

[align=center]Never again will I be dishonored,
And never again will I be reminded,
Of living within the world of the jaded,
They kill inspiration,
It's my obligation!
To never again, allow this to happen,
Where do I begin?
The choices are endless,
Denying the sin,
My art, my redemption,
I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align]

Forget his normal slow walk down to the ring, he storms down the entrance ramp removing his robes as he does and pointing with his sceptor at the World Champion.

[align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away!
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice!
To change myself, I'd rather die!
Though they will not understand!
I will make the greatest sacrifice!
You can't predict where the outcome lies!
You'll never take me alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
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Impact slides into the ring and snatches the microphone out of Jack’s hand.

Impact: How dare you!? This was my time for my announcement! You’ve ruined it! You’ve ruined it!

KR: Wow, Impact is spitting his dummy out here.

CM: Manson has just poured cold water on his parade! He’s every right to be upset.

Impact: I was going to challenge you, you can’t challenge me! I was going to make the Déjà Vu match and go on the offensive; this wasn’t the plan Jack…my plan.

Manson: You know what Matthew? I couldn’t really give a shit about your plan. But now if you want to make something of it, I’m standing right here…

Manson motions for Impact to fight him and Impact nails Jack with his microphone!

DV: They’re getting it on!

Impact takes Jack back to the ropes and whips him across the ring, Manson bounces back off the ropes and ducks a clothesline to take Impact down with a flying shoulder block! Jack stays on Impact, pulling the self-proclaimed King of Slam! to his feet and he hurls him into a corner!

CM: Leave the King alone!

KR: He started this!

Jack has blood trickling down his face in a line from a small cut above his right eye where Matt struck him with the microphone as he picks Matt up and hurls him into a corner! With a hand on the top rope to keep his balance, he unloads on Impact with vicious blows to his head and body!

KR: The World Champion all over his Déjà Vu challenger!

Impact is reeling and fading, slumping down in the corner as Manson now stomps the life out of him! Jack pulls Impact up and brings him along the ropes. Jack irish whips Impact across the ring, he goes for a clothesline on his return but Matt manages to duck underneath and he grabs onto the ropes for safety! Manson sprints at Impact but the King dives through the ropes to the outside!

KR: Impact now decides that he doesn’t want any!

CM: All he’s saying is that there’s a time and place, that is Déjà Vu!

DV: Impact has Jack Manson’s blood on his hands but he wants the title, you can be certain of that.

Matt Impact retreats up the ramp, picking up his robes as he does. He points at Manson and at the World Championship belt as Jack places it on his shoulder. Jack holds the ropes open, beckoning Impact back in but the self-proclaimed King of Slam! shakes his head and points to his head signalling that he’s too smart for that.


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DV: “The Tactical Assault Championship Tournament is heating tonight as we move into the semi finals in a fifteen foot high steel cage!”

KR: “There will be no escaping through the door, no climbing over the top….the only way to beat your opponent is to pin their shoulders to the mat or make them tap out in that very ring!”

The cage begins to lower around the ring as the house lights dim down and Charles Cruz takes his position in the center of the ring staring up at the unforgiving chain link structure as it slowly descends. The fans in attendance pop loudly for the evenings main event as the ring announcer begins to announce the evenings top match up.

Charles Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen…..tonight’s main event is scheduled for one fall and is a Tactical Assault Championship semi final match up…”

Sirens begin to wail in the arena and words begin to appear on the Slam!Tron…

[align=center]RESPECT THE LAW AND ORDER

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YOU’LL SERVE HARD TIMES[/align]

[align=center]ORION ORION ORION[/align]

Charles Cruz: “Entering the cage first from the City of Angels, USA and weighing in at 248 pounds……HE IS THE EXTREME CHAOS CHAMPION……..’THE ORACLE’ ORION OLDRIOD!!!!”

The fans instantly jeer as 'Orion' by July of Kings begins to play. 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod emerges from the entrance wearing his wrestling attire and a black Slam! t-shirt. He stands in the centre of the staging, looking out at the capacity crowd before placing his hands on his hips leading to a subtle smirk on Orion's face as four members of the S.W.A.T. squad appear behind him.

[align=center]ORION ORION ORION[/align]

The group heads down the entrance ramp and makes their way down to the bottom of the ramp avoiding the reach of the fans. Orion walks around ringside to the announce desk to feign a strike on Kurt Royle with his bat. Oldriod makes his way up the ring steps and through the cage door. He walks across to the opposite side of the squared circle where he stands in the centre of the ring, raising his arms in the air to draw even more jeers and gold coloured fireworks shoot up from all four corners! The pyro dies down and he removes his t-shirt before tossing it aside while the S.W.A.T. men take up positions in each of the four corners of the ring at ringside. The music fades out and the lights return to normal as Charles Cruz prepares to make his announcement.

Charles Cruz: “And his opponent….”

The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entry ramp the first few rifts of “Remember the Name” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the flames filled stage.

[align=center]This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill[/align]

The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the flames and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s pleasure as he begins to taunt the crowd with his infamous ‘X’.

Charles Cruz: “From Fairfield, Connecticut and weighed in this evening at 240 pounds…..’MR. PHENOMENAL’ SEAN MADROX!!!!”

[align=center]Fifteen percent concentrated power of will[/align]

He begins to walk down the ramp admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ once again, soaking in the adrenaline.

[align=center]Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain[/align]

The ladies in the audience go wild as he reaches the apron of the ring and climbs the stairs and he struts himself up the ring steps and into the cage; he removes his leather trench coat and climbs the turnbuckle and poses as flashes hit his body.

[align=center]And a hundred percent reason to remember the name![/align]

He then removes his semi-transparent shirt and throws it off as his flexes for the crowd a bit demonstrating his roguish looks as Orion watches on waiting for the match to begin.

CM: “If they don’t belong in the ring get them out of there! This is the match I’ve been waiting for all night!”

KR: “Nice of you to wake up and join us Chip!”

DV: *laughs* “Welcome back, Chip….We didn’t want to disturb you from your little nap. Good thing you could join us for the main event.”

CM: “Very funny…I had a late night last night and just took a quick power nap during the commercial break.”

KR: “Would you like me to get you a pillow?”

CM: *sarcastically* “No I don’t want you to get me a pillow. I’m wide awake now and I’m ready to see Orion beat Madrox’s ass in front of all his *makes finger quotes* cats *rolls eyes*

One by one the S.W.A.T. members file out of the cage and take their positions on the outside of the ring to watch on as Orion takes on Sean Madrox. Charles Cruz follows behind them and pushes the cage door shut behind him as Tommy Owens wraps a thick steel chain around the door and padlocks it so that it is secure.

CM: “No chance of Sean Madrox running from his ass kicking now!”

DV: “Or S.W.A.T. interfering on Orion’s behalf.”

Owens explains the rules to either participant and then calls for the opening bell as Madrox stretches in the corner.

[align=center]DING

DING
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Before Madrox has a chance to finish stretching, Orion bolts across the ring an nails in from behind with a huge axe handle. Sean turns himself into the corner and attempts to fight back but Oldriod is unrelenting with huge rights and lefts to the mid section that keep his opponent subdued. He then grabs Mr. Phenomenal around the neck and flips him over into a sitting position with a snap mare. A big boot follows to the middle of the back and then Orion moves down to the mat where he grabs both of Madrox’s arms and plants a knee into the center of his back as he applies pressure with his knee. Shortly after he releases the arms and wraps his arms around Sean’s head and hooks in a reverse chin lock pulling back the head of his opponent.

Madrox writhes as he tries to free himself but cannot seem to find a way to reverse or escape from the wear down hold. His cats then begin to cheer him on in an attempt to fuel his energy to escape. A flailing arm finds its way across the nearby middle rope and Sean holds on with all his strength to break up the hold. Tommy Owens moves in and advises Orion to release promptly in which the Extreme Chaos Champion does. Though releasing the hold does not prevent him from keeping the advantage as he lets a fist fly and connects square to the base of Madrox’s neck. This causes the former World champ to slump over to the Mat as Orion moves to his feet and quickly drops an elbow across the same area he just punched.

CM: “I’m a little confused….”

DV: “A little?”

CM: “I didn’t thing there were rope breaks in a cage match. Its anything goes!”

KR: “I’d like to see you remember all the rules in every match if you had Tommy Owens job.”

Orion pulls himself off of Sean and lifts him up to his feet and drags him toward the middle of the ring. Madrox fires off with a right hand to the gut on Orion but this leaves the ECC unaffected as he clubs down with a blow of his own to the side of Madrox’s head. This sends his opponent spinning around holding his jaw but does not take the fight out of him as he recoils back with a huge uppercut to Orion that sends him staggering in shock. Orion stomps back forward and throws a punch but Madrox is now on fire as he blocks the blow and fires off with another hard right hand that connects with the butt of Orion’s jaw. Oldriod takes exception and clobbers back with a hard right of his own and the two begin to exchange blows back and forth to see who will back down first.

KR: “Its like an old fashion Texas street fight in there!”

[align=center]RIGHT BY ORION!!!!

RIGHT BY MADROX!!!!

RIGHT BY ORION!!!!

RIGHT BY MADROX!!!!

RIGHT BY ORION!!!!

RIGHT BY MADROX!!!!

BOOT TO THE STOMACH BY MADROX!!!!
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DV: “Sneaking that boot in was the wise thing for Madrox. This gives him an opportunity to capitalize as Orion is doubled over!”

With Orion now doubled over, Sean sprints to the ropes behind Orion and rebounds off toward his opponent with a high knee to the face that sends Orion up straight and staggering away from him. Sean then sprints past Orion and up to the top ropes right in front of him. As Orion moves into striking distance, Madrox leaps off the top rope with a well placed missile drop kick that takes the Extreme Chaos Champion off his feet and on his back on the mat. Once back to his feet Madrox sets his sights on Oldriod and then moves into action flipping backwards with a standing moonsault.

CM: “He got the knees up!”

Just as Madrox lands over Oldriod the ECC manages to get his knees up knocking the wind from his opponent and gaining enough time to recover himself. Madrox rolls about on his hands and knees holding his stomach as he sucks in air that was knocked out of him on the failed high risk maneuver. Orion pushes up off the mat and begins to look around the ring as if he is plotting on how to blow it up. Rather he is actually calculating his next move carefully as to not be at the same fate of Sean Madrox was only moments ago. This planning proves to be effective as Sean gains his wind and moves back to his feet, Orion takes a side step into the ropes and bounds off. Just as his opponent stands to his feet he leaps into the air with a high knee lift that catches Madrox in the temple and drops him like a sack of dirt to the canvas.

KR: “Orion is one of the most ring savvy wrestlers in this business. He may be a nasty S.O.B. but at the end of the day he knows this sport better than most that step between those ropes.”

CM: “Does that include you, Kurt?”

KR: “My day is past, Chip. I guess we’ll never find out.”

DV: “Could you imagine it…’Spine Shattering’ Kurt Royle versus ‘The Oracle’ Orion Oldriod? I would buy a ticket…That is for damn sure!”

Oldriod then moves over his limp opponent and promptly puts the boots to him. Madrox covers his head but this does not deter Orion as he just switches his focus to the ribs and mid section of his opponent before scooping down and grabbing hold of one of Madrox’s legs that is attempting to fend him off. A toe kick to the back of the leg causes the reaction of Madrox pushing Orion with his free leg to free himself but this does nothing more than fuel Orion’s fire and has him grabbing both legs and tucking his opponents feet in his arm pits. Then with a swift fall backwards Orion sends Sean catapulting into the air and colliding head first into the chain link cage.

Sean drops back down to his feet and groggily staggers past Orion who seems very pleased with his handy work. He then follows after Madrox grabbing him by the back of the hair and dragging him quickly to the other side of the cage where he lifts him from his feet and head first into the cage yet again. The same result presents itself as Sean drops back down to his feet and staggers past Orion in the direction he just came from. Not wanting to stray from that which is proving effective Orion goes after Sean grabbing him by the hair again and proceeds to attempt to lift him off his feet for another head collision with the cage. Though this time Sean plants his foot firmly into the cage halting the momentum and with nothing but pure instinct wraps his arm around grabbing Orion’s neck and hurls him forward into the cage. He does not stop here however he begins to grind Oldriod’s face back and forth on the cage as the fans in attendance leap to their feet and cheer on the leader of the Madrox Militia as he regains the momentum of the match up.

KR: “One serving of your own medicine coming right up!”

DV: “Highly unlikely it will teach that asshole, Orion anything though!”

CM: “You guys whine way too much!”

KR: “Oh quit kissing Orion’s ass, Chip!”

Oldriod staggers away from the cage holding his forehead as Madrox fires up his Militia by flashing the infamous X and then moves into action leaping up and wrapping his legs around Orion’s head and twisting his body so that he hurricanranas the Extreme Chaos Champion right off his feet and tumbling across the mat. He ends up in the far corner from Madrox stalling in a sitting position as he crashes into the corner. Madrox scurries to his feet and charges across the ring and diving feet first into the turnbuckle and connecting with a well placed low drop kick to the chest of his opponent. Orion flops in pain after the impact and squirms down to the mat as Sean stands to his feet pumping his fists to the cheer and excitement of the audience rallying behind him. He then moves to the legs of his opponent and hooks his feet up much like Orion had done to him earlier on and then drops back slightly bringing the bat wielding champion up into a face first introduction to the bottom turnbuckle.

DV: “Sean Madrox is one smart wrestler! He pulls out all the stops when its required and he gets the job done every time! I can definitely see him as our new Tactical Assault Champion after this tournament.”

CM: “Pfft…Yeah like that will happen. This will be like any other championship attempt by Madrox. He’ll fall flat on his face and this time Orion will be the one assisting him in that face plant!”
KR: “Your so caught up in Orion’s crap your starting to smell!”

CM: “Tell me you can’t see Orion capturing the Tactical Assault Championship to make him a double champion. Then its on to Jack Manson to take the World…there is no stopping the Oracle!!!”

Sean then pulls the ECC from under the turnbuckle as he agonizes over the assault brought on by Mr. Phenomenal. Into the middle of the ring is where Sean drags his opponent and then squares him up for a couple well placed kicks to the ribs to add insult to injury. He then bounds over his opponent and up to the top rope where he moves quickly airborne and flips through the air with a beautiful corkscrew moonsault that makes its mark right on the midsection of Oldriod. Sean rolls through the high flying tactic and up to his knees where he turns and scrambles to cover Orion while hooking a leg for the pinfall as the cats in attendance cheer him on. Tommy Owens dives to the mat slapping his hand as he counts the pinfall out loud.

[align=center]…1

…2

…KICK OUT!!!
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As Orion shoots his leg free of Madrox’s hook up for the pin, he bursts his upper body upward sending Sean to his knees. Madrox shoves him back to the canvas and begins to pummel at his head but Orion rolls out of the way quickly sending the fan favorite in pursuit. Just as Madrox catches up with Oldriod he is starting to pull himself up on the ropes. Sean reaches in grabbing him by the neck to assist him up and keep the advantage but his plan backfires as Orion draws an arm up between his legs and nails him in the balls with a huge low blow.

KR, DV, & CM: “OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Sean collapses to the mat on his knees as Orion uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. He then reaches down grabbing Sean by the hair and pulls him up level with him and measures out huge elbow that is dropped into Madrox’s head. As Madrox staggers away from the bionic elbow, Orion moves in from behind hooking his opponent up and drops backward with a quick Russian leg sweep. He then moves to the ropes bouncing off and moving back toward Sean as he leaps into the air and drives a hard, high knee into the chest of his opponent. The Oracle moves to his feet now with Madrox in tow and makes a sprint across the ring and hurls the high flyer straight into the cage head first. The chain link wall nearly folds in half as Madrox connects his forehead with the steel support that runs up the middle of the cage wall.

DV: “Madrox is busted open!”

CM: “Orion has him just where he wants him!”
KR: “The steel cage is unforgiving…It does not take much to get busted open in the fifteen feet of steel!”

This time as Madrox recoils from the cage he lands on his feet with blood trickling down his forehead and Orion is right there to intercept him. As Sean turns toward Orion he is met with a huge super kick that snaps his head back and he collapses to the mat into a heap.

CM: “ORACLE SMASH!!!”

As Sean drops to the mat Orion dives on top of him and hooks the leg while leaning his whole body back for added pressure on the pinfall. Tommy Owens slides across the mat and into position as he slaps his hand down for the count.

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…2

…2.9999999999999999

…LAST SECOND SHOULDER UP!!!!
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In an attempt to keep himself alive in the match Sean shoots his shoulder up with nothing but instinct to fuel it and breaks the pinfall. Tommy Owens holds up two fingers and Orion quickly argues that he thought it was three and gets in the refs face to argue the call. Though he quickly determines he will not get his way and turns back to Madrox and lifts him up off the mat and quickly hurls him into a nearby corner. He then charges in after with a running clothesline that nearly beheads his opponent. Madrox begins to stagger out from the corner but Orion is right there to stop him and shove him back into the corner. He then hoists Madrox up and sets him a top the third turnbuckle and climbs up after lifting Madrox onto his feet as he prepares for something high risk.

KR: “This does not look good for Sean Madrox!”

DV: “If Orion performs anything from that top rope we may as well consider this match over!”

CM: “This match was over before it started. Orion is the best ever to grace our presence!”

Oldriod moves to hook his arm over Sean’s neck to prepare for the ORA-sault but is caught with a surprise elbow to the side of the head that knocks him backwards off the ropes and to his feet looking up at Madrox who groggily maintains his balance on the top turnbuckle. He measures up Orion in attempt to get himself back into the match but before he has a chance to react Orion dives forward slapping the ropes and knocking his balance causing him to drop down crotch first over the turnbuckle support. Orion climbs back up the turnbuckles lifting Sean again with only one thing on his mind….ending the match. He now hooks his arm around Sean’s neck and prepares the ORA-sault as he hooks now Sean’s arm around his neck. Though with the will to fight still left in him Madrox unhooks his arm from around Orion’s neck and fights back even harder than his prior attempt causing Orion to release him from his grasps but both men continue to hold onto the cage and stage perched upon the top turnbuckle. Sean reaches up as the blood gushes down his face and grabs hold of the supports and the top of the cage and lifts himself up onto the interference barrier. Orion grabs at his legs in an attempt to keep him from getting too far from him but this only leaves him in a sticky predicament as Sean wraps his legs around Orion’s neck from his sitting position at the top of the cage and then takes a mighty dive.

DV: “HOLY SHIT!!!!!!”

[align=center]”HOLY SHIT!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!”
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With that amazing leap by Madrox he twists his body pulling Orion by the neck down to the mat with an outstanding hurricanrana. Both men drop to the mat with Orion taking the brunt of the fall and lay out on the mat neither moving as Tommy Owens stands wide eyed over looking the situation. He moves in checking on both men as neither move but does not seem to concerned after his check in as he allows the match to continue.

KR: “That was a phenomenal move by Sean Madrox!!!”

CM: “Who’s kissing who’s ass now?”

DV: “Just calling it as he sees it. That was a phenomenal move by Madrox!!!”

CM: “One to suck his dick while the other jiggles his balls!”

DV: “Don’t try to use us in your homo fantasies!”

Several moments go by with the crowd pumped at the performance by Sean Madrox and they chant him on as he begins to crawl across the ring toward Orion who is still laying out on the mat just next to him. He manages to pull himself over Orion’s body but does not hook a leg due to a lack of energy and Owens drops in for the count.

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…2

…FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!!
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Sean continues to lay upon Orion and Tommy taps him on the shoulder and holds up two fingers. Madrox rolls off and stares up at Tommy in disbelief and shakes his head. He then pushes slowly up to his feet and staggers into a corner where he rests himself as he awaits Orion to get to his feet. He rests in the corner as Oldriod moves in a daze on the mat barely lifting his head and then pushing up with his arms looking about as to find out what might have just happened to him. He looks up and only sees the crowd as Sean is behind him and slowly moves up to his feet slightly aware as he is regaining his sense from the time he spent on the mat. The Oracle turns as he rises to his feet and Madrox is all revved up and ready to go as he charges forward lifting his leg for his finishing super kick.

KR: “He’s going for the Blackout!!”

Just as he moves in to nail Orion with the boot to the jaw the Oracle ducks under and hooks Sean’s leg and goes for his finisher in a reversal.

CM: “NOOOOO…..ORACLE SLAM!”

DV: “Appears Orion was playing opossum.”

As the crowd gasps in fear that Orion has pulled a quick on Madrox, he twists his body only for Sean to shift his weight and drop back down to his feet. Orion quickly turns but only to be grabbed by the throat from his opponent. Sean squeezes tightly and hoists his victim above his head by the neck and then drops him hard to the canvas with a massive choke slam.

KR: “LIGHTS OUT!!!!”

Sean quickly drops over Orion’s body and hooks a leg for the pinfall. Tommy Owens slides around and slaps his hand to the mat.

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…2

…3
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Clearly after the three is counted Orion shoots his shoulder up but it is too late. Tommy Owens is calling for the bell, declaring the match to be over.

[align=center]DING

DING

DING
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KR: “Sean Madrox advances on to face T-Bird in the finals of the Tactical Assault Championship!!!!”

CM: “No Orion had his shoulder up before the three. You all saw it! Fight for what is right!”

KR: “You need glasses. The three count was complete.”

DV: “Yeah sorry. Hate to burst your bubble!”

Tommy raises Sean’s hand as he wobbles to his feet smiling through his crimson mask and poses for the crowd and begins to celebrate his victory in the new championship tournament.

Charles Cruz: “Here is your winning and advancing in the Tactical Assault Championship tournament…….’MR. PHENOMENAL’ SEAN MADROX!!!!!!”

KR: Next week it will be Madrox vs. T-Bird in the final!

DV: That’ll be a great match but this show is over…

KR: We’ll see you next week!

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