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Tuesday Night Throwdown; January 31, 2006
Topic Started: Feb 1 2006, 03:42 AM (172 Views)
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align]

The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Nadia, Jim O'Brien, and Carlos Kane all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates!

[align=center]Wake Up![/align]

Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly.

[align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align]

Kennedy spins her body in front of Maclay for a hurracanrana! No, Maclay pushes up on her legs! Kennedy flips out and LANDS ON HER FEET! She leaps onto his thigh and CRACKS HER KNEE OF THE SIDE OF MACLAY'S CRANIUM!!!

[align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,

*Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…
[/align]

Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!!

[align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table,

Here ya go create another fable!
[/align]

The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

Grab a brush and put a little makeup
[/align]

Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
[/align]

With Sean on the floor, desperately trying to free himself from the cable, Hype lords over him from on top of the stage, AND YANKS ON THE CABLE, PULLING SEAN OFF HIS FEET AND HANGING HIM OFF THE STAGE!!! Sean dangles there, frantically trying to untangle himself as Hype leans back, pulling Sean higher and higher, hanging him right there for the world to see!

[align=center]You wanted to!

Why dya leave the keys upon the table?
[/align]

Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!!

[align=center]You wanted to![/align]

The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown.

[align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align]

Kailey stands, comtemplating her fate before signing her life away to Madison Lee via a TNT contract.

[align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align]

The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit!

Dante doesn't get a moment to rest as both women drag the Icon to his feet, they put in a double front facelock before they gazing out among the crowd that know damn well's a good time to boo. The ladies both raise their outside arms to the air before DROPPING DANTE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DOUBLE DDT!!!

Kennedy holds Kailey's arms as Nadia rears back and CRACKS KAILEY IN THE FACE WITH A SHUFFLE SIDE KICK! Kailey crashes to the wooden walkway as Kennedy releases her!

Kennedy slaps her knee, prepping the crowd for what's to come as Dante begins to slowly recover from the DDT. He climbs to a knee… dun dun dun! Kennedy sprints at him, springs off his knee and CRACKS HIM UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH HER OWN KNEE!!

[align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wake Up!

*Whispered* Wake up
[/align]

Dante gets his balance again then hooks Jim under both arms and locks his hands together BUT DANTE SLIPS OFF THE CAGE!! HIS FEET LAND ON THE TOP ROPE AND HE PULLS JIM DOWN WITH THE UNDERHOOK AND PULLS HIM OVER WITH A SUPLEX BOTH MEN LANDING HARD BACK INTO THE RING!!

[align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align]

Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES!

Graver sneering and Bill grinning, but Graver soon charges toward Bill. Bill simply stands there until Graver gets close enough, steps up on his knee, and KURIYAMA KICKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!!


[align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align]

Nadia scoops her opponent across her shoulders. She whips the opponent's legs around DROPPING THEM BACK-FIRST ONTO THE MAT WITH A SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM!!!

[align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align]

Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE!

[align=center]Here ya go create another fable!

You wanted to!
[/align]

Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!!

[align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup

You wanted to!
[/align]

Out of nowhere, Nadia nails Dante between the legs with a low blow, doubling the Hardcore Icon over. As Dante takes in the sweet, sweet pain, Kennedy BLASTS HIM WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!

[align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup

You wanted to!
[/align]

Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!!

[align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table

You wanted to!
[/align]

Jim hoists Rage up onto his shoulders, the image moves to slow-mo, AS HE DRIVES HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE BURNING HAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

[align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align]

With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!!

[align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align]

Max drags Sean up in a gutwrench position before hoisting his deadweight over his shoulder, dropping him down slightly before leaping into the air and DROPPING SEAN ON HIS SKULL WITH THE BLACK TUESDAY!!!

[align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align]

The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS (For once it’s these guys) GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hype gets in an errant fist that smacks straight off Sean’s nose and staggers him backwards several feet. He teeters on the tray before re-gathering his bearings, and charges at The Hype! He looks to bury his shoulder into Kane’s chest but instinct sets in and Hype hooks his arms around the Knight, throwing him over his head with a Belly To Belly! Sean flies through the air... crashes into the rig, severing it’s remaining connections, sending both The Black Knight and the mass of metal spiralling toward the ground. Sean lands first, the rig, second!

Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!!

The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen…


[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team.

JH: Welcome ladies and gentleman to another edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown! The road to Deja Vu continues tonight live in Albuquerque, New Mexico! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside Thomas Moore.

TM: If you think Deja Vu is gonna be big, just wait until our main-event tonight. I'm not even sure these two men will make it to Deja Vu.

JH: That's a very good point. Madison Lee booked Carlos Kane defending his Ultimate Endurance Championship against Dante Coles and she's made it No Disqualifiction!

TM: And with the way Dante's been owning Carlos every week. I'm surprised they've survived to even tonight!

JH: Don't forget Kennedy is also going to be here tonight. She's lucked into number one contendership for the Dual Crown thanks to Dante Coles. And she's planning to call the champion out into that ring tonight. I'm not so sure that's a good idea.

TM: Not if you're Swytch! And speaking of Deja Vu, we're gonna have all our Cruiserweights in a Battle Royal to determine the number one contender. PLUS! Jim and Onikage are both in action tonight.

JH: This night is certainly geared towards Deja Vu and our first match is no exception. Bill Kuriyama versus Remy Barteaux. Bill's gonna be defending his International Championship, that originated on Slam!, against Slam!'s own Hutch at Deja Vu. And Remy Barteaux, along with Carl Lucas, will be defending their FIW Tag Team Championships against either the team of Maggot Korps or S.W.A.T. depending on who wins their tag team match this coming Monday on Slam!.

TM: Let's not waste any time in these two sending a message to Slam! that they're gonna clean house again.

“Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance…

TM: Well, here comes a truly great athlete, ready for a brawl.

JH: I couldn’t agree more, Thomas. Remy Barteaux is one of the best pure athletes in this business.

TM: … wait, isn’t that secret commentator speak for “he sucks”?

JH: What!? No! Of course not!

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

The silent giant, Carl Lucas steps out behind him, shadowing him with that stoic, unwavering expression that he’s made his trademark as the two make their way along the raised walkway. Remy takes in the sights and sounds, the house lights glinting off his championship belt as he reaches the ring and steps through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, this non-title match is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Carl Lucas… from New Orleans, Louisiana… he is one half of the FIW Tag Team Champions and your TNT Fighting Spirit Champion… REMY! BARRRRTOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

[align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering
My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”
[/align]

Carl moves to a neutral position at ringside as Remy drops down from his perch, unwrapping his belt from around his waist as he goes. He kisses his fingers and plants it on the belt plate as he passes it off to the ref, then turns his attention back toward the entranceway. He stretches his legs, cracks his neck from side to side and checks his wrist tape as he awaits the start of his match.

The Jazzy openings to Paul Anka's cover of Nirvana's classic "Smells Like Teen Spirit" hit the speakers as the house lights drop.

JH: I love this new song, and this new attitude of Bill Kuriyama.

TM: I feel like I’m at a freakin’ lounge here. Where’s the guys in the zoot suits?

[align=center]"Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored She's self assured
Oh no, I know... a dirty word"
[/align]

MA: And his opponent… from New York City, New York… your current FIW International Champion… BILL! KUUURIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAA!!!

A spotlight pops onto center stage where Bill Kuriyama has appeared, decked out in his wrestling attire, a lit cigarette clutched between his teeth. He takes a long drag, curling the ash toward him as he smokes it down. Bill takes the cigarette from his mouth and flicks it away as he makes his way to the ring, determination set in his eyes and smoke coiling from his lips. The music reaches its interlude as Bill puts one leg over the middle rope and pauses on the apron to look out over the fans and exhale that last breath of smoke. He winks and grins before stepping into the ring with a flourish and throwing a fist into the air, which the crowd cheers. Bill levels the 'gun fingers' at his opponent before "firing" and relaxing into his corner.

TM: Wow, would you look at the intensity between these two guys, Hitchen? It’s like they hate each other, and this is their first singles match!

JH: Well, I’m not 100% on that fact, Thomas, but these two do seem to be locked in an intense staredown.

Remy hops in place a bit, working out a few kinks in his elbows as he beckons with one hand for Bill to “bring it”. Bill ignores him and pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, puts it to his lips, and flicks open a silver zippo to light it.

JH: Now that’s just disrespectful on the part of Bill. This is a match, dammit, there’s no time for a smoke!

Remy stands up straight and looks at Carl, shrugging as though to say “can you believe this guy?” Bill takes a long drag, pulling the cherry toward his lips, ashes, then flicks the still-burning cigarette and Remy’s chest!

JH: That was low! Lower than I’ve seen Bill Kuriyama go in a long time!

TM: He’s got something’ to prove in this match, Hitchen. He’s seeing Hutch’s ugly mug on Remy’s perfect body, I just know it.

Remy panics and starts swatting the embers from his pecs as Bill charges in, palming Remy’s face and forcing him into the turnbuckle. He lands a STIFF chop across Remy’s bare chest, leaving a thick red welt to rise, then sends an equally stiff shoulder to Remy’s jaw! Bill snaps Remy’s arm stiff and whips him HARD into the opposite turnbuckle! Remy has enough sense to turn around and let his back absorb most of the blow, but that only means the wicked shoulder Bill throws hits him in the nose instead of the back of the head!

JH: Bill Kuriyama is launching a furious assault here!

TM: He’s just luring Bill into a false sense of security, Hitchen. Trust me.

Bill pulls Remy out of the turnbuckle with one arm, but Remy gets a small lunge in and FLOORS Kuriyama with a--

TM: LARIATOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

Barteaux gets up and puts several boots to Bill’s torso and ribs before grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to his feet. Remy sends a STIFF chop across Bill’s nose, and Bill grips it in pain.

Fans: WHOOOO!!!

Bill retaliates with a mean face and an equally stiff chop, RIGHT ACROSS THE NIPS!!

Fans: WHOOOO!!!

Remy SLAPS Bill with his right hand, and comes right back across with a forearm chop to the mouth!

Fans: WHOOOO!!!

Bill reels from the blow and Remy backs into the ropes, gaining some momentum before a STUNNING running chop to the jaw! Bill hits the mat like a sack of bricks! Remy backs up, gets a running start and JACKS A KICK TO BILL’S RIBS!!

JH: AUGH! My ribs hurt just LOOKING at that!

TM: Yeah, Remy’s got his own fair share of aggression to take out, y’know. He’s a little ball of peroxide anger.

Remy drags Bill back up to his feet and NAILS him in the face with a pair of middle kicks for the hips, one from either side. He then follows up with a HARD punch--BUT NO!! Bill catches Remy’s fist and forces it back, grabbing Remy by one of his reeling arms. He swings him around in a short do-si-do and pulls him forward looking for a--IT DOESN’T MATTER!! YAKUZA KICK TO THE FACE!!

TM: MOB HIT!!

JH: Bill sure as hell wasn’t expecting that one!

Remy pulls Bill back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Bill comes off looking for a back elbow, but Remy says “no”, ducking it with speed. Bill hit’s the opposite ropes, and Remy nips up into the air, PLUCKING BILL OUT OF HIS RUN AND ROLLING HIM INTO A HURRICANRANA!!!

JH: Nice footwork by Remy Barteaux!

TM: You ain’t kiddin’! For a flippy floppy freak, that was pretty hot!

Remy drops a knee to Bill’s stomach before stepping up onto it and MOONSAULTING INTO HIS BODY!!

JH: OUCH!!

TM: Wow! Freakin’ neat variant on the Remy-Sault!

Remy ropes Bill’s leg and pins his shoulders to the mat.

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


T
--NO! Bill kicks out and slaps Remy in the back of the head to get him off.[/align]

JH: Too early to pin the International Champion.

Bill pops back up and before Remy has a chance to do ANYTHING, POPS him in the head with the point of his elbow!

JH: That was one HELL of a stiff lariat!

TM: It sent Remy out of his freakin’ shoes!

Remy’s actually still wearing his shoes, but you get the picture. Bill pulls Remy to his feet, and hooks him in a chancerie, YANKING him upward before DROPPING REMY HARD ON HIS HEAD WITH A VICIOUS BRAINBUSTER!!!

JH: DEAR GOD!!

TM: C’mon, Remy! What the hell! You were doin’ a great job of keeping Bill away from those suplexes, where the hell’s all that now!?

Bill pulls Remy back up, but Remy shoves him off. Bill comes back with a stiff chop, but Remy catches his arm and forces it flailing away as he sends a roundhouse kick to Bill’s cranium! Bill staggers but doesn’t go down, CLAPPING HIS PALM AGAINST REMY’S CHIN WITH A THROAT THRUST!!

TM: COME ON! That’s illegal!

JH: Bill is just ruthless, here! I’ve never seen him this violent, not since his match with El Chupacabra!

Remy turns backward with the force of the blow, clutching his throat as he chokes. Bill takes the opportunity to hit the ropes and come back, Remy getting to one knee just when he needs to. Bill steps up and CRACKS REMY IN THE HEAD WITH A SHINING WIZARD!!

JH: KURIYAMA KICKKUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH!!!

TM: DAMMIT!! C’mon, Remy! Don’t let it be the end!

Remy goes down and seemingly out. Bill drags him to the center of the ring and the lights in the arena dim suddenly, a hush falling over the audience. Freddy Mercury's vocals fade in....

[align=center]Tonight, I'm gonna have myself, a real good time,
I feel ali-ii-ii-iive,
And the wooooorld is turning inside ou-out, Yeah!
I'm floating around, in ecstasy..........

So......
[/align]

TM: I know that song! That’s that bastard Hutch’s theme music!

At this point, golden sparks begin to fall from the rafters with a soft "Shhh", the initial stream timed perfectly with the next line.

JH: Well where is he! He’s taking his damn sweet time!

[align=center]Don't..... stop me now....
Don't stop me now.....

Cause I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time!
[/align]

The song continues, Bill hanging on the ropes and staring at the entryway, expectantly… but no one shows. The lights rise and the pyros cease, the music continuing until cutting off abruptly. Bill throws his arms up and looks around for Hutch, but doesn’t look for long as an arm snakes up between his legs and rolls him over!

TM: REMY WITH THE COVER!!!

[align=center]ONE!





TWO!!





THREE!!!




Did he?




Yes?



No?




YES!![/align]

TM: HE DID IT!!

The bell rings as Bill kicks out, Remy sliding out of the ring into Carl’s congratulatory arms. Bill immediately pops up and jabs an accusing finger at Remy, who shakes his head and shrugs, grinning over his victory.

JH: That was dirty!

TM: Hey, it wasn’t Remy who pulled the trick, Hitchen. I think Hutch is tryin’ to psych out our home show hero.

JH: It was still dirty, taking advantage of it like that!

TM: Dirty or not, it got Remy a win, and that’s all that matters, after all.

Bill shakes the ropes angrily before releasing them and moving back to the middle of the ring, brushing his hair back out of his eyes.

JH: My only hope is that Bill gets some retribution at Déjà Vu!

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

JH: Well fans, now's the time for our Gauntlet Match. What do you think Jim O'Brien's strategy is going into the match, Thomas?

TM: Strategy? How can Jim establish a strategy for himself? He's never even heard of who he'll be facing tonight! We could very well see a major upset tonight.

[align=center]The smashing chords of 'Line In The Sand' hammer over the PA, being welcomed by a mixed chorus of cheers & boos. The lights turn to a dark red, almost a maroon. The chorus begins and walking from behind the curtain is 'The Monster Of TNT' Jim O'Brien.

EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY
FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES
CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY


O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards his opponent, then begins his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans booing and cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. O'Brien reaches his destination, climbing over the top rope.

TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I AM

He makes his way to the southeast turnbuckle, climbing the 2nd one, facing the crowd. O'Brien stares a hole through the fans he faces, welcoming their melting pot of energy towards him. Jim crosses his arms, shaking his head slowly.

EVOLUTION, EVOLUTION

O'Brien hops off the 2nd turnbuckle, which signals the song and lights to cut. He stands firmly behind the turnbuckle he was once standing on, staring at his opponent with dead-aim. Jim then crosses his arms, showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face.
[/align]

JH: Well, regardless you can't say the man isn't driven. The head games from Onikage seem like they'll never cease. Though, in Jim's mind & hopefully for all us, come Deja Vu, they will.

TM: C'mon, Onikage's mind games make for great TV! Mind games = rATINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111ELEVEN!!!!1

JH: Ugh.

Cog's "My Enemy" blares over the PA, but rather than seeing the usual scene of Onikage & JJ, we find two younger men instead. On the left, we see a younger black man. Clad in a tuxedo that'd make Michael Anderson jealous & mohawk atop his head, he holds a mic in his hands & upon coming ito our vision he steps to the side of the TNT stage. On the right, a caucasion with blonde hair & blue eyes, with a blue, two strapped singlet covering his body and heavy taping on his fists & wrists. Black boots also adorn his feet.

TM: Aw jeez, Jim's wrestling the local high school wrestling team? Do I hav'ta sit though this?

JH: Yes.

TM: Awww.

The tuxedo clad student at the stage, who you'll remember as Larry Frederick from Oni's RP, brings the microphone to his lips to announce the first opponent.

Larry: Ladies & Gentlemen... JEFF! ANDERSON!

Anderson approaches the ropes as "My Enemy" begins to fade out. He climbs through & walks to one of the corners, not taking his eyes off of Jim. Jim brings a hand to his fist, cracking his knuckles. Meaning to intimidate? Probably not. Referee Tony Clarke climbs into the ring, signals to Timmy the Timekeeper to-

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

Jeff & Jim begin to circle one another, then Tie Up. Jeff quickly goes for a Headlock, then takes Jim to the mat with a Headlock Takedown. But th tree trunk like legs of Jim's begin to scissor around Jeff's throat, so Jeff immediately releases his hold on Jim & swivels to a knee. Jim rolls to his hands & knees, but Jeff approaches Jim again, then applying a Rear Waistlock. Jim gets to a knee & continues to climb to his feet.

TM: This Anderson seems pretty technically sound, wouldn't you say?

JH: I'd say so. He'd make a good TNT competitor someday, pending he gets away from Onikage.

As both get to a vertical base, Jim breaks the hold, ducks & swivels to a Rear Waistlock of his own. Jim lifts, then slams Jeff stomach first to the mat! Jim then pivots around, applying a Front Facelock on little Jeff Anderson. Jim then underhooks one of Anderson's arms & turns him over for a pin!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

THR - KICKOUT!
[/align]

Turning Anderson back onto his stomach, with the front facelock & chicken wing still applied, Jim drags Anderson back to his feet. But Anderson snaps up, grabs ahold of the wrist & twists Jim's arm with an Arm Wringer. Jim winces in pain & claps at his shoulder. Jim then takes a step back, takes a deep breath and ROLLS THOUGH IT! Jim reverses it into an Arm Wringer of his own, then whips Anderson to the ropes. Anderson bounces back to a Hiptoss- NO! Anderson lands on his feet! Anderson goes for a Lariat, but Jim ducks! Jim rotates behind Anderson AND LOCKS IN THE HELL'S BELLS! JIM THEN THRUSTS BACKWARDS, AND TOSSES ANDERSON WITH A HELLSPLEX!

JH: Amazing Hellsplex! Jim goes for the cover...

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!


THREE!
[/align]

The crowd pops as Jim pushes himself off of Anderson, then looking up to Larry Frederick, awaiting the next step for him to climb.

JH: A quick victory for Jim O'Brien. I would imagine we're gonna see alot more quick matches like this if any of Onikage's other students are like that one.

Anderson begins to roll out of the ring & Larry Frederick brings the mic to his lips.

Larry: Ladies & Gentlemen... KOJI! TENSHEEEEE!

Koji walks from the back, like Anderson not taking his eyes off of the former Dual Crown Champion. He makes his way down the aisle, then reaching the ropes. He climbs through, again his cold eyes not leaving Jim O'Brien.

JH: I'd say this one has ice in his veins. I'm not one to make too bold predictions, but Jim could struggle with this one.

Koji & Jim begin to circle one another; Koji with his dukes up & slightly bobbing from side to side as Jim cautiously approaches Koji, looking to Tie Up. But Jim backs up as Koji's shin smacks right against Jim's knee! Koji then connects with another kick to Jim's side! Jim backs up again, clutching at his side. Jim nods, then also brings his fists up like a Boxer or UFC Fighter. He takes a couple steps closer to Koji, bobbing & weaving.

JH: It's well documented Jim can work on the mat, but can he work this style?

Koji goes for a punch to Jim's jaw, but Jim sidesteps, grabs a Front Waistlock on Kojo AND TOSSES HIM HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING!

JH: The distance Jim threw Koji Tenshi with that Belly-to-Belly Suplex was uncanny!

TM: That's because he's, like, a hundred & eighty pounds. Stupid noob.

JH: I don't like that smart attitude that Smarty rubbed on you.

Koji clutches at his back as Jim makes it to a vertical base & approaches Koji. He drags Koji to the center of the ring & places him to a seated position. He grabs an arm & raises, hops & scissors his legs around Koji's neck!

JH: Trinagle Choke! Jim with a Traingle Choke!

Tony Clarke ducks down & closes in on Koji, seeing if Koji is into that whole 'tapping out' thing. Turns out... He is! Koji taps out!

JH: Another quick victory for Jim. First with a suplex, then a submission hold.

Jim unwraps himself off of Koji, then rises to his feet. Koji clutches at his throat as he rolls from the ring, beginning to make his way to the back. Larry Frederick brings the mic back to his lips & announces the next participant.

Larry: Ladies & gentlemen... Hockage!

The third student, Hokage, runs from the back & down the ramp like a bat outta hell.

JH: My, is this one intense!

Hokage is within a couple yards of the ropes, then leaps to the top rope! HOKAGE THEN SPRINGBAORDS OFF THE TOP ROPE & SNAPS JIM OVER WITH A HURRICANRANA! NO! Jim keeps his hold on Hokage, AND POWERBOMBS HIM TO THE MAT! But that's not all! Jim keeps his hold on Hokage in tact, lifts AND POWERBOMBS HOKAGE AGAIN! EASILY, JIM LIFTS AGAIN & BOMBS HOKAGE TO THE MAT, FOLDING HIM LIKE AN ACCORDIAN!

JH: Argh! Holy hell! He folded him like... like...

TM: Just say it.

JH: Accordian.

Ripoff.

JH: Shut up.

You'd think Jim would go for the cover, but... he doesn't. Rather, he grabs Hokage's arm & drags him close to the turnbuckle. Once at a good enough distance, Jim drops Hokage's arm. Jim then begins to draw near the turnbuckle, then ascends it!

JH: Jimbosault on free TV?!

TM: Oh hell, I hope not.

Jim reaches the top rope, looks over his shoulder AND MOONSAULTS OFF OF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! He makes the cover...

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TWO!


THREE!
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The crowd pops, not only for a Jimbosault on free TV, but hey, he wins again! And that F-Bomb?! Freakin' Sweet. Though, I doubt Hokage thinks so. He grasps around his ribs as he disappears from the ring & from our screen. The camera then switches to Larry Frederick, where he brings his lips to the mic & announces...

Larry: Ladies & Gentlemen... VICTOR! DANIELS!

A man of average height but not so average weight powerwalks from the back. Long, messy black hair emits from his head & black covering his body; as in, a black t-shirt, black jean shorts & black boots. His fists are also heavily taped up. He scowls down at Jim, pointing, yelling that Jim's going down. Jim takes a couple steps backwards & does the "Just Bring It" signal. Victor reaches the ring, climbs through the ropes & comes fists a flyin' at Jim! Victor reels back & connects with a right hand to Jim's jaw! But Jim reels back & connects with a soupbone punch of his own! Right hand from Victor! A right from Jim! Right from Victor! Right from Jim! Victor gains the upper hand & backs the former Dual Crown holder into a corner, nailing furious lefts & rights to Jim's face!

JH: Oh my! Jim's in trouble here!

Victor then grabs a handful of Jim's hair & bangs his skull against Jim's. Jim stumbles back to the corner, but not for long as Victor grabs Jim's wrist & whips him to the opposite turnbuckle with ungodly force! Jim groans in pain as his back connects with the turnbuckle pads. He stumbles out of the corner into the awaiting arms of Victor Daniels AND GETS SIDE SLAMMED TO THE MAT! VICTOR MAKES THE COVER...

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TH - JIM GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
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TM: I told you we were gonna see an upset tonight, Jonathan! Look how close Daniels got!

Daniels, maybe a little too confident in his endeavors, climbs to his feet, bringing the Man In Black with him. He hooks on a Front Chancerie, grabs a handful of Jim's pants AND SUPLEXES JIM! NO! Jim blocks the suplex & connects with a Vertical Suplex of his own! Victor grasps for his back as it's slammed against the mat! Jim sits straight up upon impact, then rotates to a knee, then his feet. He steps over to Victor's head, then raising a fist to the air. He grabs a handful or hair, which was hiding Victor's balk spot a second ago, bringing victor to his feet. Jim takes a step behind the groggy Daniels AND SCOOPS HIM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! Jim takes one step, two steps, three steps AND DROPS VICTOR DANIELS ON HIS HEAD!

JH: I can't hold back the Japanese Announcer in me anymore! BURRRRRRRRRRNING HAMMAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Jim makes the cover...

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Referee Tony Clarke checks up on Victor, who's possibly out cold. Jim diverts his concentration to the stage, awaiting the last entrant. As Big Vic disappears from the ring & our screen, Larry Frederick announces...

Larry: Ladies & Gentlemen... JJ!

JH: Oh my! That certainly does throw a proverbial wrench in the wheel.

And emerging from the back would be that despicabale yet adorable JJ. Well, he doesn't look very adorable. The boy looks to be seething as he makes his way down the enrtance ramp.

TM: I knew it! I told you we'd see an upset tonight!

JJ climbs through the ropes & into the ring & steps to his left. JJ then... climbs through the ropes & to the outside?

JH: Now what's going on here? Is he just scared to climb into the ring with Jim O'Brien?

TM: Of course not! JJ definately has a strategy!

JJ turns to face Jim & begs TNT's Monster to bring it outside. Confuzzled, Jim cocks an eyebrow. But hey, It's just JJ. what's the worst that could happen? Jim climbs over the top rope, then hops to the outside. JJ waggles a finger in Jim's face, taunting the big man. Jim retorts, nearly Chopping JJ out of his boots! JJ falls to his back, clutching at his chest. Jim then makes the ol' cut throat signal & begins to peel back the protective padding on the floor!

TM: Oh my! He's... He's gonna kill JJ!

TM: Bah, Jim doesn't have it in him anymore to kill anybody. He's too big a softy.

With the padding peeled back & the concrete exposed, Jim grabs a handful of JJ's hair. Jim raises a fist to the air, THEN SHOVES JJ INTO A STANDING HEADSCISSOR!

JH: He's gonna F-Bomb JJ onto the concrete floor! I don't like the little bugger, but he doesn't deserve that!

Jim lifts JJ to his shoulders, BUT JJ CLOCKS JIM RIGHT IN THE NOSE! AND AGAIN! Jim immediately crumbles to the floor, and when JJ raises a fist to the air we see why!

JH: NO! Those are Brass Knucks!

Tony Clarke sees the mishap outside & immediately rings the bell!

MA: Your winner, as a result of a disqualification, JIM OHHHHH'BRIEN!

Some of the crowd pops for Jim winning the match, but who wants to see somebody win via DQ? As Jim lays flat on his back & out cold, JJ yells in Jim's face with a great deal of boos from the crowd.

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

TM: Time for the second in the two warm up matches leading into Déjà vu for Onikage and Jim O’Brien. I certainly hope this ends up similar to that gauntlet match, hehe that was great!

JH: That wasn’t great at all, JJ brutalized Jim and made it so he may not be ready come Déjà vu to handle Onikage.

TM: Hey it was JJ showing his loyalty to his teacher.

JH: I suppose that’s one way to look at it.

[align=center]The old, rusted riffs of AC/DC classic 'Shot Down In Flames' drag over the PA as the crowd cheers in anticipation of the pretty new face of Kendra Norton. After the momentum of the siong begins to pick up & the chorus begins, the crowd cheers loudly as Kendra makes her way to the stage.

Out on the town, looking for a woman
Gonna give me good love


Kendra smiles & proceeds to make her way down the entryway. She'll hit a high five or two along her way. She reaches the ring steps & begins to walk up them.

I said 'Baby, what's the going price?"
She told me to go to hell!


Kendra makes her way into the center of the ring, placing her hands on her hips & smiling satisfactorily.

Shot Down In Flames, Shot Down In Flames,
Ain't it a shame, to be Shot Down In Flames?


Kendra raises her fist to the crowd, getting a nice pop. The song begins to fade out as she makes her way to a neutral corner. She takes off her leather vest & places it across the turnbuckle. She then grabs the rope & stretches back & forth, bouncing off of it, preparing for her match.[/align]

MA: Introducing first…Hailing from Winnepeg, Manitoba, Canada. She weighs in at 145 pounds and stands at five feet and eight inches. She! Is! KEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNDRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAA NNNNNNNNNNOOOOORRRRRRRTOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!

JH: Some thing tells me Kendra might just return the favor of JJ’s actions to Onikage.

TM: Right, that evil one is about to get schooled and learn to stay out of other people’s business.

JH: If I was Onikage I wouldn’t be looking past Kendra like she is going to be a cake walk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TM: And here is the man that shall put the final nail in the coffin of Jim O’Brien’s legacy, of his dynasty and of his myth.

JH: Perhaps, but as the old saying goes don’t count your chicks until all your eggs hatch.

TM: What kind of weird English saying is that?

JH: It’s actually American, and it means don’t say that until Onikage actually does so.

Michaela Menendez calls both wrestlers to the center of the ring and both comply. Kendra wastes no time marching right up to the center of the ring with a fiery look in her eyes. On the other hand Onikage casually strolls towards the center of the ring looking rather calm and collected. As the referee explains the rules to the two their eye sight never leaves the other while they stare at the other. Finally once finished explaining and they both acknowledge they under the rules Menendez calls for the bell.

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

Exactly when the bell rings Kendra throws a haymaker only for Onikage to block it and toss a forearm. Moving quickly Kendra ducks it by going behind Onikage before she spins him around to face her. With one flowing movement Kendra stands up and locks in a front katahajime and using the momentum lifts Onikage up into the air. To cheers from the fans Onikage drops straight on top of his head nearly having his entire neck cave in under his weight thanks to a Kendraplex. Before Kendra Norton can manage to follow up Onikage rolls away and then up to his feet creating some distance between the two of them, clutching the back of his neck while looking rather amused.

JH: We start off this match big time with a Kendraplex, and it looks like that was an extra vicious one to boot.

TM: It looked like that bitch was trying to cripple Onikage.

JH: Well Thomas as I’m sure you know Hell have no fury like a woman’s scorn.

TM: Maybe so but good thing Onikage isn’t from Hell, he’s from Parts Unknown. And maybe in this Unknown they have a fury greater than a woman’s scorn; by the look of amusement on Oni’s face I’d say so.

Slowly Onikage pushes up to his feet though Kendra isn’t giving him much of a chance for a breather as she charges forward. Unfortunately for Miss Norton Onikage tilts his head to the side avoiding her lariat while grabbing a hold of her. With a thunderous thud Onikage slams Kendra back first against the canvas with a reversal into an STO. Floating over on top of her Onikage lifts up her head and locks it into a rear naked choke hold. Rolling over onto his back with her on top of him the self proclaimed Mister Ordinary locks in a leg scissors as well.

TM: Ah-ha, Onikage showing just like he said why Kendra is inferior to him at this point.

JH: One reversal and a submission proves that?

TM: Well, yeah.

JH: It’s still early into the match, Kendra could easily get out of it.

TM: Bah, I’m calling it, Onikage is going to choke her out.

Michaela Menendez kneels down beside the two and tries to make sure Onikage’s arms aren’t slipping into an illegal choke on Kendra. However Michaela falls back in shock when Kendra forces both Onikage and herself to roll towards the ropes. Even more surprising is when Onikage forces the two to roll back the other way before they hit the ropes. To a few chuckles and cheers from the fans the duo begins to roll and tumble all around the ring as Kendra tries to reach the ropes. Finally Onikage forces the two to halt in the very center of the ring, even further away from the ropes than they were to begin with.

JH: Jeez those two must be dizzy as all heck after that!

TM: Kendra must be half armadillo.

JH: Though it was equally quite impressive I must admit that Onikage managed to keep a bit of control through that struggle without letting go of the submission hold.

The crowd begins to fall silent as Kendra’s body becomes more and more limp within the rear naked choke hold. Hurrying back over to the two Michaela speaks to Kendra but gets no response and with that signals she’s going to try for the arm. A complete hush is now over the crowd as Kendra’s arm dangles in Michaela’s grip before she lets it go, and it drops for the first time. Grabbing a hold of it once again Michaela hangs Kendra’s limp arm up above the canvas and lets it go, and for the second time it drops.

JH: This doesn’t look very good for Kendra.

TM: True, but it looks VERY good for Onikage!

JH: That may or may not be the case, after all Kendra might just be able to get her arm up for the third time.

TM: Not happening, Kendra’s going down quicker than a stripper on a fat rich guy.

Rumblings begin to break out among the fans in attendance but Michaela holds up a finger to hush them as she lifts up Kendra’s arm for a third time. After taking a deep breathe Michaela Menendez lets go of Kendra’s arm and it begins to fall towards the canvas, Onikage smirking slightly. Just as it’s about to hit the canvas for the third time however it freezes in mid-air and a smile spreads across quickly Kendra’s face. Before any one can even react Miss Norton uses all her weight to roll Onikage and her right into the ropes! The fans cheer realizing Kendra Norton had been playing dead as Michaela gets Onikage to release the hold on Kendra.

TM: That dirty cheater!

JH: How did Kendra cheat?

TM: Because she acted like the submission had K.O.ed her!

JH: I thought it was a rather ingenious move on her part.

TM: Of course you would since you are the leading member of the Kendra Norton fan club with Jim. I bet you two eat Twinkies and drink milk while talking about how great Kendra is every month. I THOUGHT you had been looking a bit chubbier than normal lately.

JH: You’re no one to talk about people liking their sweets Moore.

Onikage is the first of the two back up to his feet and he grabs the back of Kendra’s head as she begins to get up. Relentlessly Onikage begins to unload ankle kick after ankle kick with his left leg right onto Kendra Norton’s face. He begins to change it up with adding in a few right ankle kicks as well to the combination. Opting to stop with the ankle kicks Onikage runs into the ropes and bounces off of them coming back, and connecting with a running knee lift to Kendra. Causing his female opponent to stand straight up and stagger backwards as she clutches at her face.

JH: Deadly aimed ankle otherwise known as Kawada kicks to the face of Kendra!

TM: And he rounded it off with a good ole fashion Mr. Wrestling II knee lift.

JH: But I wouldn’t count out Kendra quite yet, she has shown she wasn’t nearly affected by the rear naked choke as we had thought.

TM: Yeah and it should be noted she has a weird hate for all males which gives her freakish She-Hulk strength.

Keeping the momentum swinging in his direction Onikage charges his dazed opponent and lifts up his leg going for a Yakuza Kick. Except Kendra grabs him by his leg using his own momentum and whips him in a Dragon Screw to the canvas. Nipping back up to her feet Kendra shouts out “Garbage Stomps!” and lifts up her arched leg before performing a garbage stomp right down onto Onikage’s leg. Never stopping with just one Kendra proceeds to perform a second garbage stomp to Onikage’s hurting leg. To cheers for the old school wrestling reference Kendra garbage stomps a third time right onto the back of the knee cap of Onikage’s leg.

TM: See, freakish She-Hulk. Which only further proves my theory that she is apart of the collective!

JH: The collective?

TM: The EVIL collective!

JH: Okay, that’s it, no more aussie indy wrestling for you.

With a bit of difficult Kendra manages to get Onikage up to his feet and whips him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. Kendra looks to be setting up for a shin breaker to further injury Onikage’s leg. Sadly we’ll never know for sure however as when Onikage rushes back he nearly takes Miss Norton’s head off with a running pump kick, which in turn sends Kendra sailing over the top rope. Onikage paces around the ropes and he bends his leg and tries to see how badly damaged it is. Feeling it’s still in decent shape Onikage slides out of the ring to greet Kendra who’s starting to stumble up to her feet.

JH: And now these two have taken the fight to the outside.

TM: Now an area we see Onikage most of the time.

JH: Nor Kendra for that matter.

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Rather easily Onikage lifts Kendra back up to her feet but is met with a elbow strike from Kendra, that rocks the bigger wrestler. Not letting this chance slip by Kendra continues on the offense hitting yet another elbow strike and dazing Onikage. Kendra connects with a knee strike to the mid-section resulting with Onikage doubling over.

TM: Eeeeeeeeevil woman with her eeeeeeeeeeeeevil elbow strikes.

JH: And that right there shows you just how quickly the momentum of a match can swing into your opponent’s favor.

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Grabbing a hold of a handful of Onikage’s dark locks Kendra drags him along at a jogging pace before she throws him back first into the barrier. His lower back arches under the sheer pain of hitting the rather thick barrier back first. Though he isn’t given a whole lot of time to think about his back as Kendra charges him and hits a picture perfect Shining Knee Strike right into the front of Onikage’s mask, slamming the back of his head against the barrier once again.

JH: Shining Knee right into the barrier! Kendra is woman handling Onikage right here!

TM: Ha ha ha, woman handling, gosh gilly gee Jonathon where do you come up with this stuff? It’s just so original.

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Lifting him up to his feet by his under arms Kendra sets him up leaning against the barrier. Taking another handful of Onikage’s long black hair Kendra slams him face first against the top of the barrier. Several of the fans in the front row pat Kendra on the back and take a few pictures as they rally her on to do it a second time. Not one to disappoint her fan base Kendra gives Onikage yet another mouthful of barrier.

TM: Oh right, Miss MMA now suddenly doesn’t mind using the barrier. See Jim is a bad influence on people.

JH: I think she is giving Onikage what he deserves to be honest, and how do you know Jim even inspired this?

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Kendra lifts up Onikage’s head and looks to be going for a third slam against the barrier when Onikage elbows her in the mid-section. Not letting up Onikage elbows again and again till Kendra backs away to try and avoid the offense. Spinning right around Onikage nearly takes Kendra’s head off with a roaring forearm. To add insult to injury Onikage grabs a handful of Kendra’s light brown hair and pulls her forward right into a European uppercut. A dazed Kendra stumbles back and notices Michaela counting the six teen. Trying to not lose her balance Kendra staggers towards the ring getting ready to enter it.

JH: If these two don’t get back into the ring they are going to be counted out!

TM: Eh I don’t mind if Onikage keeps up this punishment on Kendra for trying to make a fool of him.

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With a bit of effort Kendra begins to push herself up onto the apron and her hands are nearly under the bottom rope. However roughly Onikage pulls her right off the apron and locks in the Katahajime! To a series of jeers and a chorus of boos from the fans Onikage arches back on the submission hold. It seems Onikage either doesn’t mind or doesn’t realize both of them are about to be counted out. Falling onto his back Onikage wraps his legs around Kendra’s waist with a leg scissors and wrenches back on the Katahajime.

TM: Hell’s Bells! Hell’s Bells! I love it! Onikage is using Hell’s Bells!

JH: God damn that man, trying to obviously send a message to Jim by using one of Jim’s own submissions!

[align=center]20!

DING DING DING!
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Nearly every fan in the arena are booing and jeering in Onikage’s direction at ringside as he keeps the Katahajime locked in. Michaela hops out of the ring and kneels beside the two trying to get Onikage to release the hold. Grinning from ear to ear behind his leather mask Onikage keeps the hold firmly applied to Kendra Norton. Several officials run out from the back in a near panic as they hop off the walk way and over to the two. Michaela and Richard, and Tony all try to get Onikage to let go as Kendra’s body falls limp.

MA: This contest is a DRAW as a result of a double count out!

As soon as the announcement is made Onikage lets go of the submission and rolls Kendra’s limp body off of him. Slowly Onikage stands up and the officials scatter away from him as he whips back his head flinging the hair out of his masked face. With a large insane looking grin on his face JJ hurries over and lifts up Onikage’s arm as if he just won the match. “My Enemy” begins to blast over the speakers while Onikage and his students leave the ringside area and head backstage. The FIW officials continue to look over and check on Kendra who’s laying on the floor.

TM: I think James just got the message, I wonder if Kendra will even be able to be in Jim’s corner at Déjà vu now.

JH: This is horrible, for a man who speaks of honor he certainly is picky when he wants to show his.

TM: Hey it’s not his fault Jim decided to let his little girlfriend get involved with all of this. What? Did you want Onikage to fight with kid gloves against Kendra just cause she’s a woman?

JH: Whatever, believe that bullshit if you want. All I’m saying is I hope Onikage gets what he deserves when Jim gets his hands on him in the ring.

The cameras cut backstage where we find Toby Bostock outside the office of Madison Lee. Looking more professional than ever, Toby stands tall in his short-sleeve button up pink shirt and clip-on tie.

Toby: Ladies and gentlemen. I'm standing by outside Madison Lee's office, hoping get a word with her on why she made tonight's Ultimate Endurance Championship match between Carlos Kane and Dante Coles and why she made it No Disqualification.

Toby turns and knocks on the door, glance back at the camera with a geeky grin as he waits for a response. After a moment of nothing he once again looks back at the camera, a little worried as she shrugs. He turns back to knock once again but the door is flung open and Dante Coles, with a scowl on his face, pushes his way past Toby as if he wasn't even there.

Toby: Dante! Wait up!

But Dante's fit of anger takes precedent and he doesn't even look back at Toby. Toby waves it off and walks into Madison's open office. Madison is sat behind her desk (as always) tapping away at her laptop.

Madison: What do you want, Toby?

Toby: Miss Lee, why was Dante so mad when he left here?

Madison ceases her work, looking up at the annoying little interviewer.

Madison: Why do you think he was mad, Toby?

Toby: I really have no idea.

Madison: Then it's really none of your business. Did you come here for an actual reason?

Toby: Oh! Uh, yeah. A lot of people have been wondering why you booked tonight's Ultimate Endurance Championship match between Carlos Kane and Dante Coles. Both men you have strong dislike towards in the past. And on top of that, you made it no disqualification. Isn't that a little dangerous?

Madison places her hands on the top of the desk, pushing up out of her seat to stands tall over Toby in her heels.

Madison: Oh, dangerous? You're worried about your precious Hype or Dante getting hurt tonight? Is that it Toby?

Toby: Um, no… well, I don't want to see anyone hurt, yes. But that's not why I--

Madison: Toby, I made this match because for weeks Dante Coles has been interrupting my matches and causing absolute chaos around here. I don't like chaos unless I create it. So I took all the chaos that Dante Coles was causing, and I condescended it into my main-event.

Toby: I see. But, Dante and Carlos hate each other. And under UEC rules, they literally have to beat each other unconscious or force them to tap out from pain. Added on with the no disqualification rule
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The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage, dressed in her casual clothes with her Cruiserweight Championship over her shoulder. She stops to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring.

MA: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the FIW Cruiserweight Champion… APRIL LLLYYYYNNNN!!!

JH: Looks like we're getting ready for the Cruiserweight Contendership Battle Royal as the champion makes her way out here for commentary.

TM: I get to sit next to April! Finally someone I want to sit next to.

JH: What's wrong with me?

TM: Where shall I begin?

She makes her way down the stairs, slapping hands with the fans at ringside as she makes her way over to the announcer's table. She sets the Cruiserweight belt on top of the table before taking a seat, as Thomas and Jonathan stand… because that's a gentlemanly thing to do! She puts on her headset, ready to call the action.

TM: Welcome April. I've been looking forward to this all night!

April: Well, thank you. It should be an interesting match. And I've never seen it from this perspective before.

MA: The following contest is an over the top rope battle royal and it is to determine the number one contender for the Cruiserweight Championship at Deja Vu! Elimination occurs when a competitor is thrown over the top rope and both feet touch the floor!

The tune of classic kung-fu music echoes through out the P.A. speaker and soon “Ninja" kicks in.

[align=center]"Damn I wish I could be a Ninja"

“Damn I wish I could be a Ninja"

“Damn it feel good to see people up on it"
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As the music continues to play smoke fills the arena and a mysterious cloaked figure walks out. A few of the fans dressed up like Ninjas begin to cheer on their hero. Slowly the cloaked figure raises his head to have the hood fall off and reveal his Ninja mask.

MA: Introducing first, being accompanied by Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man; from Detroit, Michigan; weighing in at one-hundred and eighty-pounds… EXTREME NINJA TTTTTWWWWOOOOO!!!!!

JH: This is certainly a good scouting opportunity for you, April. See your opponent in action before Deja Vu.

April: Certainly. Although competition in a battle royal is a lot different than one-on-one but this should be interesting.

TM: Look at this guy. I can't believe we still keep him on the roster. What chance has he got of winning this thing?

JH: A very good chance with Smarty Smarty and his associate at ringside.

April: I was gonna say…

The rest of the fans cheer on Extreme Ninja #2 as he pumps his sign proudly up into the air while Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man walks out as well. “Eat your vegetables!" the sign reads as he charges along the entrance ramp before he hops over the top rope and PBM walks around the ringside area. After entering the ring Ninja sets his sign in the nearest corner to him and disrobes himself. Awaiting for the match to begin.

JH: Well, ladies and gentleman, we need to take a quick break. Who will be named the number one contender in the over-the-top-rope battle royal?

TM: It's next!

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TNT returns live with the ring now filled with Cruiserweights. Extreme Ninja #2 is still in the ring, now joined by Loon 2.5©, Chris Love, Torrence Coleman, and Shannon Micheals. Melanie Halstead is just now making her way into the ring as "I Like The Way" blares through the speakers. She eyes Shannon Micheals for a second before climbing the furthest turnbuckle and thrusting a proud fist into the air! She climbs back down and cautiously eyes the other five competitors already in the ring.

JH: Welcome back live, we've got a ring full of cruiserweights all vying for one spot at Deja Vu.

TM: It is exciting. The Cruiserweight Title's first defense on pay-per-view in a really long time.

JH: May 8, 2004 to be exact. The day Kailey Lane lost the title in a Cruiserweight Challenge and it was renamed the Openweight Championship. Could Melanie continue the tradition of female excellence in the Cruiserweight Division.

April: She'd be a welcome contender, that's for sure. All of these competitors would be a good challenge at Deja Vu.

TM: Pfft! Cut out the sportsmanship attitude, April! You're the champ! You don't have to be a good sportsman anymore. Or sportswoman, whatever the case may be.


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


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

MA: From Kings Beach, California; weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds… ALEX EEEVVVAAANNNSSS!!!

JH: This young man has certainly not endeared himself to many people in this match, or on the roster as a whole, quite frankly.

April: Understatement. I was appalled at his actions towards Torrence Coleman last week.

JH: I think we all were.

TM: I wasn't.

JH: Big shock.

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I'll Make You A Believer!
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…Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and holds his arms out vertically. He then climbs in the ring but back pedals mid-way through as Torrence already makes a move for him. She backs up when Richard Kelly confronts her, warning her to wait until the match officially begins. Alex steps back into the ring, climbing the nearest turnbuckle and posing for the fans just briefly before keeping his eyes on Torrence. Boos still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin.

JH: I think it's safe to say Torrence isn't too happy with Alex right now. No big surprise.

April: Loon and Shannon don't look too happy with him either. Nor does Melanie.

JH: After he played a part in Melanie's neck sprain, it's no surprise. I think Chris Love is the only person in the match at this point without an invested interest in seeing Alex Evans lose.

TM: Jealousy. It's sickening to my stomach. Alex versus April at Deja Vu. That's buyrates!

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


[align=center]"One more goddamn day when I know what I want
And my want will be considered tonight. Consider tonight.
Just another day when all that I want will mark me
As a sinner tonight. I'm a sinner tonight, yeah!"
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Graver enters the arena and throws up some metal, throwing it so damn hard he goes back on one foot, then leans forward, free hand on his knee, shows the horns to a fan and turns it into a middle finger. Graver laughs and makes his way to the ring, pointing to fans and doling out well-deserved 'fuck you's.

MA: And finally, making his way to the ring from Detroit, Michigan; weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds… he is GGRRRRAAAVVVEERRRRR!!!

JH: Interesting ring-walk from Graver. Not too endearing to the fans.

TM: Hey! Don't talk about April's boyfriend like that with her sitting here!

April: He is not my boyfriend. He's a friend and well… I can't really back him up on that entrance.

TM: It's okay, April. No one is gonna look down on you for dating Graver. In fact, I think it'd raise your standings in a lot of men's eyes. Especially after those disasters dates like Sean James and Remy.

Graver enters the ring and ignores everyone else's existence as he bee-lines to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope and flipping off the fans once more before dismounting and turning around to face the seven other competitors.

TM: This is crazy. There's barely room for anyone to move in there.

JH: That's what makes a battle royal so unpredictable. Gotta have eyes all over the place.

TM: Or just plain skill. Come on Alex! Come on Graver! One of you have to win this for me!

JH: For you?

DING-DING!

And they're off! Before anyone realizes what's happening, Torrence tackles Alex with a leaping Lou Thesz Press, powering him down to the canvas and opening up with a flurry of rights hands! Melanie picks up where she left off on Shannon last week, backing him into a nearby turnbuckle with some punches, throwing in a knee to the midsection to shake things up. Loon and Chris Love pair off in another corner, both attempting to pressure the other out of the ring but both with a firm stance on the mat. That leaves Graver and Extreme Ninja left to stare down one another. EN2 grabs his sign and scribbles on it before holding it up for Graver and the world to see. It reads: "Hands off my personal areas, got it?"

TM: Eww! Extreme Ninja has always fancied himself a sex symbol. I don't know where this comes from. But Graver has standards.

JH: I think Ninja's seen a few of Graver's earlier matches against our female talent. But look at the ladies go in this bout.

TM: Ha! Yeah, it's funny watching Loon and Love embrace each other over there.

JH: I was referring to Torrence gaining a measure of retribution on Alex Evans or last week and Melanie still making Shannon pay for overlooking her two weeks ago.

April: Everybody likes an aggressive female.

TM: Except Remy. Otherwise he wouldn't continue to push you away.

April opts to ignore that comment, or at least not respond to it, as the match continues to unfold. Graver grabs the chalkboard out of EN2's hand, startling the ninja long enough for Graver to CRACK him over the head with it! The chalkboard clatters to the mat (still in one piece) as Graver HAULS OF AND… pokes Ninja in the masked eyes! ARGH! Cloth pressured in the eyes! Graver uses Ninja's "painful" situation to NAIL HIM WITH A STUNNER!

TM: BAM! I love that move!

April: Interesting set-up for a stunner, I haven't seen that one before.

JH: Graver certainly isn't taking Ninja too seriously and you can see Mr. Smark isn't happy with that. He wasn't even happy about this match to begin with.

April: His face is all red. And that vein protruding out of his forehead can't be healthy.

Loon and Love continue their battle for supremacy against the ropes, until Loon sinks his teeth into Love's forearm, getting a loud howl from the rookie! Loon backs up and dropkicks Love back into the turnbuckle. He scrambles back to his feet and RUSHES INTO A BACK ELBOW FROM LOVE! Love pulls himself onto the second turnbuckle and leaps at Loon SNAPPING HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH AN OVERCASTLE NECKBREAKER!

JH: Nice flying neckbreaker from Chris Love! He said he was gonna show the world he's here to stay. Gotta respect someone who doesn't let a couple losses get them down.

TM: I believe we call those people stupid.

April: I call them a fighter. But you can do whatever you want, Thomas. It's not like you have a girlfriend to get in the way or anything.

TM: Hey! I do so have a girlfriend! She's just away on business!

While Loon suffers from Love's aerial assault, Alex manages to block one of Torrence's strikes and shoves her off of him. He wipes his face, assuring himself Torrence didn't bust him open, before climbing to his feet. He screams to Torrence to try it again… so she does! Torrence rushes Alex but changes her tactics in mid-advance, ducking Alex's attempted clothesline and grabs him in a waistlock. Alex fires a stiff elbow shot right into her nose before backing into the turnbuckle and SQUASHING TORRENCE WITH HIS BODY! He spins around and FIRES A SHOULDER INTO HER MIDSECTION! He continues to drive his shoulder repeatedly into the woman's abdomen, letting out all his aggressions on her!

TM: Alex is drilling Torrence in the corner and if my guess is right, I'd say she--

JH: Thomas! Enough with the sexual insults! Say all you want about Torrence and she STILL wouldn't sleep with you!

Melanie finishes her strike-fest on Shannon, grabbing his leg as she tries to lift it up over the ropes. Shannon fights back, shoving Melanie back a step. She moves back in, kicking Shannon in the mid-section before trying the same elimination maneuver as before. Shannon, frustrated, uses his position against the corner to throw a stiff kick upside Melanie's ribs with the other foot! He quickly moves up to the second turnbuckle and gets a punch to the stomach, driving all the air out of lungs! Melanie begins to climb up to the top rope, perhaps looking for a hurracanrana but finds herself caught as Alex grabs a handful of her hair and SLAMS HER DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!

JH: Some rough tactics there by Alex. Utilizing Melanie's hair to slam the back of her head into the canvas.

April: Alex never was a gentleman. Why do you think you only see him with cheap women?

TM: Hey! Those girls are not cheap! He pays a pretty penny for every one of them! Err, I mean… they just want him!

Alex turns around to deal with Shannon and GETS SHOT BACKWARDS WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK FROM THE FLAMING DRAGON! Shannon is back up, TAKING A LOUD CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST! Torrence nails a second one to his exposed chest before hooking him up in a chancery position! She swings her leg and PLANTS SHANNON WITH A SPIKE DDT!

JH: That hard-hitting Spike DDT from Torrence just put Shannon down!

TM: That's what he gets for wasting his time with flippy-floppy stuff like that dropkick!

April: It took Alex down. And that DDT was very impactful.

JH: I wonder how it'd measure up to the Lynnch-Pin. If she can win this battle royal, we might see!

Torrence gets back to her feet, talking some smack to Shannon. She turns around and GETS ROCKED WITH A RUNNING STO FROM GRAVER! The back of Torrence's skull cracks into the canvas on impact and Graver springs back to his feet! But he walks right into a boot to the midsection from Chris Love! Love applies a front facelock and DROP GRAVER WITH A SIT-OUT IMPLANT DDT!

JH: The One Second Collapse to Torrence! And now a Dragon DDT from Chris Love!

TM: Another DDT finishing maneuver. We may see a battle of DDTs at Deja Vu no matter who wins this thing!

April: Both Torrence's and Chris's looked really good in there. But that STO from Graver certainly can't be fun.

Love is back up, celebrating his Dragon DDT, only to find himself pulled backwards into an inverted facelock and SPIRALED DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A NECKBREAKER! Now Loon's the one celebrating, moments before the crowd is going crazy! Ninja drops his reclaimed sign, which reads: "I STEP ON YOU!", before running at the ropes behind Loon, springing off and STOMPING ON HIS BACK AND HEAD! Ninja holds his arms out at his side (probably mouthing a silent scream under his mask) as he's the only one standing! On the outside, Smarty is leaping up and down with excitement, feeling the Cruiserweight Title already in his grasp.

JH: Extreme Ninja #2 picked his spot well. Waited until everyone but Loon was down before making his move.

TM: And I Step On You doesn't seem like it'd be that deadly. But it's those crazy ninja feet.

April: And not EVERYONE is down.

Favoring the back of her head for a moment, Melanie approaches Ninja from behind. She grabs one of his outstretched arms, spinning him around and planting a boot into his midsection. She applies a quick arm wringer before hooking her leg over his arm and PLANTING HIM WITH A DDT!

JH: The Tension And The Spark on Extreme Ninja! We've just about seen everyone perform their finisher in this match except… uh oh.

Yeah. Alex is also back up from the jarring missile dropkick. Melanie turns into him and instinctively fires an elbow strike upside his face! Alex stumbles back but fires a boot into her abdomen. Melanie doubles over before getting scooped up onto Alex's shoulders. He spins around before sitting out and SPIKING MELANIE INTO THE CANVAS!

JH: The Big Air Driver on Melanie. She just suffered a minor neck sprain a couple weeks ago.

April: I'm sure she's fully recovered from that. But that move right there isn't gonna do her any favors, that's for sure.

TM: That's why Alex rules and Melanie drools.

JH: Did a five-year-old teach you that, Thomas?

Now Alex is the only one left standing. Wait a minute. Yeah, Alex looks around to find a couple competitors stirring but no one has fully recovered from the attacks they've suffered. Alex grabs a handful of Shannon's stringy black and red hair and pulls him up to his feet. Alex runs Shannon into the ropes and THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! But Shannon holds on and lands on the apron. He ducks down and fires an elbow into Alex's midsection! Shannon runs along the apron, quickly climbing the turnbuckle! He leaps off-- NO! Alex recovers and sprints towards the turnbuckle DROPKICKING SHANNON OFF THE TOP ROPE AND DOWN TO THE FLOOR BELOW!

JH: SHANNON'S ELIMINATED! Alex dropkicked Shannon off that top rope and down to the floor below! Looks like he may have hurt his leg on the fall.

TM: I hope so! Boo! Tony Clarke says he's okay. But he's still eliminated! That's what he gets for trying that flippy-floppy stuff! It doesn’t pay off in matches like this!

April: It's Shannon's forte, can't fault him for attempting what he does best.

Alex grins over the ropes at Shannon as he watches Tony Clarke check to make sure that Shannon didn't injure himself. The smile fades slightly when he finds out Shannon's A-OK. Turning back to the match, Alex finds Graver, Torrence and Chris Love already getting back to their feet while Loon, Ninja and Melanie have retreated to the safety that lies under the bottom rope while they lick their wounds. Alex rushes Torrence, who low bridges him causing Alex to tumble over the top rope!

TM: NNOOOOOOO!!!!!

JH: Torrence out-smarted Alex there and almost eliminated him!

TM: Thank God he held on!

Alex "skinned the cat" as JR would say, as he flips himself back into the ring. Torrence responds with a cracking chop across this chest! Alex growls his frustration before sending a kick upside Torrence's thigh! He hooks her up and suplexes her out onto the apron! Alex attempts to knock her off with a right hand but Torrence blocks it and fires an elbow strike upside Alex's face! She runs up the turnbuckle and sails into him with a front dropkick to his face!

Meanwhile, Graver and Love have chosen to square off with one another. Love calls for a tie-up, which Graver moves in for. At the last second, Graver RAKES Love's eyes! Graver slings Love into the turnbuckle and unleashes a flurry of elbows and body splashes and knees!

JH: After that string of finishers, looks like we're back to some the chaotic setting of a battle royal.

TM: I can't believe Alex hasn't eliminated anyone else yet!

April: Graver's really going to town on poor Chris over there.

That he is, and without any rules in a battle royal there's no one to stop the assault. Unless Loon counts. Loon grabs Graver's blonde locks and pulls him off Love! Loon grabs Graver in a front facelock and springs off Love's chest in the corner before planting Graver with a Tornado DDT! Chris Love meets Loon as he stands NAILING HIM WITH A STANDING DROPKICK!

JH: A unique Tornado DDT from Loon, using Chris Love to kick off of.

April: And a beautiful standing dropkick from Love.

TM: A dropkick. Pfft! How lethal is that?

Torrence makes a move for Love now that the coast is clear but finds herself tripped up by Melanie! Melanie pulls Torrence back up by the arm, applying an arm wrench in the process. Once applied Melanie SNAPS Torrence back to the canvas with a lightning quick arm drag! Ninja gets back to his feet, looking rather confused with what's going on before he finds Chris Love advancing on him! EN2 holds up his sign, which strangely already reads: "Yipes!" Ninja ducks the clothesline attempt from Love and turns around to find Chris Love laid out on the canvas.

JH: Hey! Get Smarty Smark out of there!

TM: What'd he do? I didn't see anything!

April: Oh, he only tripped Chris Love.

Ninja has no idea what happened but picks Love back up off the canvas… or he would if Alex didn't snatch him up and TOSS HIM ON HIS HEAD WITH A RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX! Alex is back up just as Melanie advances on him… But Alex lifts her for a flapjack and ROCKS HER BACKWARDS WITH A DROPKICK!! Torrence growls out at the man who tried to break her face last week before leaping on his back and trying to choke him out with a sleeper and body scissors!

JH: Alex was looking really good there for a second but now Torrence has got him in a precarious position.

TM: Look at her mount him. And that animal in heat scream she let out.

JH: *sighs*

Chris Love has Loon over his shoulders and is now trying to dump him out of the ring. Loon his holding onto the ropes as he tries in vain to keep from being eliminated. Love manages to get Loon out onto the apron, who is still clinging to the ropes as if his life depending on it. Love is using all his weight to try and push Loon off the apron to no avail.

JH: There's quite a war going on over there between those two.

TM: Loon beat Love last week. He's probably wanting some closure by beating Loon tonight.

Loon ducks back into the ring under the bottom rope, infuriating Love. He drags Loon back up and slaps an open-handed chop on his chest. He applies a standing headscissors on Loon and flips him up onto his shoulders… NO! Loon stands and THROWS LOVE OVER THE TOP ROPE IN THE PROCESS!!

JH: Chris Love was just eliminated by Loon!

TM: Haha! Irony! That's twice Love has been bested by Loon.

April: Aw. You gotta feel sorry for the guy. He's trying really hard.

Love gets up onto his knees and stares at Loon in disbelief as RK and Clarke tell him he has to leave ringside. Alex grabs Torrence by the hair and snapmares her off his back and onto the canvas! He goes to pick her up, only to find himself pulled backwards by the hair! Melanie leaps up onto Alex's shoulders, spins around to his foot and PLANTS HIM WITH A HURRCANRANA!!

JH: A spinning hurracanrana by Melanie! Alex seems to be finding himself the target of everyone now.

TM: Just the ladies. But he's used to that.

April: Ew.

Graver pulls Torrence in since Alex isn't able to do it. Graver runs over the top rope but she grasps onto the ropes, finding safety on the apron. Graver tries to pry her off but Torrence have a firm grasps on them… so Graver grabs her breasts… HARASSMENT! Torrence covers herself as Graver pie-faces her off the apron!

TM: Haha! Copped a feel and eliminated her!

JH: Interesting elimination tactic, that's for sure.

April: Yeah, that was… interesting's a good one.

Melanie whips Graver around and fires a punch upside his face! Loon steps in and CRACKS Graver with a knife-edge chop! Melanie grabs the top rope and fires a couple kicks to his midsection. Loon and Melanie team up, whipping Graver across the ring together! He rebounds as both lower their heads… LOON GETS A KNEE UPSIDE THE FACE!! Melanie raises up… only to get shoved back down into a standing headscissors, her head locked between Graver's thighs!

TM: YES! VIOLENT PORNOGRAPHY!

JH: This move is disgusting!

April: It is! I speak from personal experience.

Graver either hears April or remembers she's nearby. He looks over at her and grins nervously before flips Melanie onto his shoulders and POWERBOMBING HER INTO THE CANVAS!

JH: That's odd. Graver not performing his famed Violent Pornography and instead powerbombing Melanie.

April: Strength obviously not an issue for him against her.

TM: And it won't be against you either if he wins this.

Ninja has a thing or two to say about that. It's on his sign, in fact. "Bust a move!" it reads. Ninja break dances his way towards a confused Graver before waving a hand in his face "You can't see me" style and then POPS the confused Graver in the face with a somersault kick!

JH: Well, talking about unique…

TM: We were talking about odd. And this man IS that.

April: That's one move I've definitely not seen before. And from the looks of it, neither did Graver.

Graver climbs back to his feet, shouting at Ninja that he's an idiot! Ninja shrugs and continues to break dance his way right into a ONE-PUNCH KNOCKDOWN! Ninja drops like a sack of potatoes as Graver howls out a string of obscenities, cradling his hand in the process.

TM: Damn that Ninja! He hurt Graver's hand!

As Graver cradles his hand between his thighs, Alex leapfrogs over him, grabbing Graver's head and dropping him with a bulldog. He springs back to his feet as Ninja runs on and gets SNAPPED OVER WITH A POWERSLAM FROM ALEX!

TM: Haha! Look at that stupid Ninja. He hits like one move and then gets pummeled!

JH: Smarty Smark isn't like it too much.

April: Smarty's gonna have a deal unless he wants to drop his gut and get in the ring.

Smarty slams his hands on the mat, yelling for Ninja to get up. But Ninja's out of it and Alex is the only one standing. Expect for Loon. Loon's up again. He runs at Alex and screams "I KICK YOU!" as he… err, kicks Alex upside the head with a karate kick! "I AM A BADASS MOTHERF***ER, AM I NOT?!" Loon screams out through FX censorship. But the crowd is pointing behind him. He spins around and strikes at his oncoming opponent, only for Melanie to duck behind him, catching him in a hammerlock. Still holding onto his wrist, Melanie swivels back in front of him, kicks his legs out from under him and DROPS HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!

JH: A beautiful hammerlock DDT from Melanie.

April: The Whipscorpion, I believe that's called. We're seeing lots of DDTs in this match.

TM: 'Cuz DDTs are awesome!

Graver meets Melanie back up, running at her and getting taken over by a surprising hip toss from Melanie! She scrambles back to her feet and dropkicks Graver in the face during his attempt to reclaim his feet! She meets Alex getting to his feet and ducks a clothesline, running through and rebounding off the ropes. Alex spins around just as Melanie twists up his body and throws him over with a headscissors takedown! Loon uses the ropes to climb back to his feet, trying to shake his head clear as Melanie ducks underneath him and dumps him over the top rope!

JH: Melanie just eliminated Loon!

TM: No she didn't! He's holding on!

Loon's got both hands clamped on the top rope, his feet swinging wildly as he tries to get them up on the apron before they touch the floor. Melanie is oblivious as she already turns back to spot Alex and Graver both climbing to their feet in a daze. Melanie runs at them taking them both back down with a double clothesline before they realize what's happening! Melanie gets back up just as Loon gets both feet up onto the apron. He breathes a sigh of relief, turning back to the ring and GETTING CRACKED IN THE FACE BY A ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM MELANIE!

JH: And now Loon really is eliminated!

TM: Ah well. Can't win 'em all Loon.

JH: He's only won one match.

TM: Right. And now he's lost this one. He can't win them ALL, Jonathan!

Melanie finally takes a break, trying to catch her breath after going wild bunch on everyone left in the match. She backs into the corner, leaning against it as she catches her breath. With sneaky ninja… um, sneakiness. Extreme Ninja pops up next to her, standing on the apron. He holds a sign up that reads "Sorry!" Melanie startles but Ninja grabs her head and SMASHES the back of it into the turnbuckle! Melanie stumbles forward, holding the back of her head as Ninja scales the turnbuckle.

TM: What the hell?! How did Ninja get out there?!

April: Ninja sneakiness, I think.

Ninja scribbles on his sign on the top rope before holding it up for all to see… "DANGEROUS~~!!!" The crowd go crazy as Melanie turns around just in time for Ninja perform a SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO HER!! Both crash to the canvas, Ninja on top and Melanie on the bottom!

JH: OH MY GOD! Ninja just performed a star press bodyblock on Melanie!

TM: Eh. It was flippy-floppy crap. Anyone could do it!

April: I'd love to see you do that. That was awesome.

Smarty leaps up and down at ringside, yelling for Ninja to get up! Ninja does get up but so does Alex and Graver. They both grab Ninja before arguing over who gets to beat him up. Eventually the two men throw the ninja aside and throw strikes at one another. Ninja crawls away from the fray, scribbling on his sign "Whew!". He grabs Melanie and sits her up on the top turnbuckle before checking to make sure Graver and Alex are still oblivious to him.

JH: Look at Graver and Alex. Their egos are so big they won't even work together to eliminate Ninja.

TM: Every man for himself, Jonathan! Besides, when you're as awesome as Graver or as cool as Alex, you don't need anyone's help!

JH: Just professional kind.

Ninja climbs up to the second turnbuckle but gets shoved off by Melanie! Ninja lands on his feet and runs back INTO A BOOT TO THE FACE! Melanie leaps off the 'buckle and takes Ninja's legs out from under him with a double leg takedown! She falls backwards and catapults Ninja over the top rope with a slingshot! But like others before him, Ninja uses his agility to land on the apron. Again, Ninja holds up the sign that still reads "Whew!".

TM: Whew, indeed. You almost got eliminated by a girl!

Melanie finds him on the apron still and runs in! Ninja moves aside and drives a knee into Melanie's stomach! He grabs her by the head and SNAPMARES HER OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!

JH: Look at that move! Ninja just snapmared Melanie right out of the ring!

TM: That's an elimination! She went over the top rope and both feet hit the floor!

April: She was doing really good too! Thought she might win it.

TM: Never can tell in one of these matches!

Ninja watches Melanie for a moment, scribbling on his sign "She's ooookay!" he holds it up for everyone to see. Just in case they can't tell the RK has informed us she's not injured. Meanwhile, in the ring, Alex shoves Graver aside and runs full force at Ninja! He throws a leg up and CRACKS NINJA IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A YAKUZA KICK! Ninja flies off the apron and crashes into Melanie at ringside!

JH: And now Extreme Ninja is eliminated!

TM: No! He didn't go over the top rope, did he?

JH: He did. Melanie put him out there!

Alex smirks at his handiwork as TC and RK both rush to check on the two competitors that collided at ringside. Alex talks some trash down to them about how this is his ring and all that jazz. Graver runs up behind Alex dumping over the top rope and onto the floor!

JH: Graver eliminated Alex! He won!

TM: Alright Graver! Poor Alex!

April: That's what Alex gets for wasting time.

Graver falls against the ropes, holding both his hands up in victory! Alex bounds back to his feet, eyes wide as he stares at Graver in the ring. TC and RK both notice the elimination and signal the end of the match.

DING-DING-DING!

MA: Here is your winner and the number one contender for the Cruiserweight Championship… GGGRRRRRAAAVVVVVEERRRR!!!

JH: So it's Graver and April at Deja Vu. That's going to be interesting.

TM: Yeah, April. You gotta fight your boyfriend.

April: What? He's not my boyfriend!

TM: Yeah, yeah. I just hope you can take him in the ring like you can in the bed.

April: Seriously now. I'm gonna have to hit you.

Graver celebrates in the ring, pointing at April making that infamous belt gesture with a grin on his face. Alex continues to throw a huff at ringside, he heads back into the ring but RK and Clarke are both there to make sure Alex stays at ringside.

JH: Well, Graver's ecstatic but Alex is not happy. I'm not sure how you feel about this April.

April: It was a good match. Should be a good match at Deja Vu too.

April stands, removing her headset and picks up the Cruiserweight title, holding it up for Graver to see.

JH: Well, it's April versus Graver at Deja Vu. You have to wonder just what is the relationship between these two and what will happen in their match.

TM: April'll lay down for Graver like in the bedroom.

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The FIW camera cut backstage to Extreme Ninja #2 slamming open his locker room door and then slamming it shut behind him. He storms over to his bags and begins packing up random items of clothing and his other belongings. The door suddenly slams open and Smarty Smark looking rather angry walks through.

Smarty Smark: Where the hell do you think your going?!

Ninja stands up and turns to his so-called manager, stopping for the moment his packing.

Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: I’m leaving Smarty.

A puzzled look crosses Smarty’s face as Ninja resumes packing his things.

Smarty Smark: Where are you going to?

Ninja let’s out a silent sigh and stops packing for a second time and returns his focus to his so-called manager.

Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: I don’t know, any where but near you Smarty. I’m done with you and all of your crap. It’s your fault I am being punished for things that you are doing. Like that match against Swytch and this battle royal, when I do get a title shot again I want it on my own terms.

Smarty Smark: What?! You agreed to this battle royal!

Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: Yeah only because at the time I was high on drugs, I don’t even remember agreeing to do this!

Extreme Ninja #2 puts the last of his things in his bags and zips them up. Picking them up he starts to head towards the door when suddenly Smarty pulls out a piece of paper.

Smarty Smark: Stop right there!

Casually Ninja turns around and looks down at the piece of paper with curiosity.

Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: What’s that?

Smarty Smark: I didn’t want to have to use this; I thought maybe if you behaved we could continue to act friendly. Remember you forced my hand in this matter Ninja, it’s all about surviving in this game.

Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: What do you have in your hand Smarty?

Smarty Smark: It’s a contract to have the services of the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark. A contract which allows the manager that is managing you to have control over nearly every thing you do or say. A contract...signed by you.

Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: What the hell are you talking about? I never signed any contract!

The all too familiar devilish grin spreads across Smarty Smark’s chubby lips.

Smarty Smark: Ah but you did, don’t you remember? The trip we took to Italy? That club we went to? That bottle of...Vodka I gave you? Yes Ninja, that was and yet wasn’t Vodka I had you drink. I put what most cliché’ comic book villains would call drugs in it. Then when I feared I was losing control over you and you weren’t going to keep me around got you to sign this contract. It insures that I would have a job here and have you under my control for a very long time.

Finally the realization of what this means hits Extreme Ninja #2 and he drops his bags. A snorting like laughter rings out from Smarty as he nods his head.

Smarty Smark: That’s a good boy, now come here we have strategy to discuss for what’s next.

Obeying his new manager Ninja in a sad manner walks over to Smarty Smark who wraps his arm around EN #2’s shoulders.

Smarty Smark: I told you I’d own all your bases.

Another fit of snorting like laughter erupts from Smarty Smark’s mouth as the camera cuts else where...

We go to the backstage hallway to see a dejected Chris walking down with his head hung low. Victoria Lee runs up to the depressed Chris.

Victoria: Chris; Chris. Can I have a word with you about your crushing loss?

Chris looks up almost coming out of a daze. He looks around slightly confused before focusing onto Victoria. He seems almost surprised to see Victoria standing in front him.

Chris: Not right now. I need to I need to. *Sigh* I don’t know what I need to do but an interview isn’t going to help.

Victoria: Well I wouldn’t want to talk about losing too after all that huff and puff you were putting forth. I mean this has to be one of the most humiliating moments of your entire life.

Chris finally shows a spark of life as his eyes spark for a moment. He opens his mouth to retort but the light dies out in his pupils and instead he swallows whatever statement he was about to make. He shakes his head in disgust and trudges towards his locker room as Victoria’s humiliating laughter follows him down the hallway. He walks in and stops dead in his tracks. There is a middle aged man sitting in Chris’s locker room. The man is a fair sized individual with broad shoulders and the muscular build showing through his shirt. He has the look of a once impressive man that is only now beginning to feel the effects of time. His hair is just starting to show gray on the edges of a still full head of hair.

Chris: Wha……what…….How…..Where……..you………..I……..uhhh………but……………

Man: Close your mouth, Chris. I may be getting old but I’m not dead. Well not yet anyways.

Chris: But why are you here? How did you get in my locker room, and what are you doing….I mean it’s just……….

Man: Why am I here? Chris you haven’t won a match since you came to FIW. You have shown the world how to lose in a variety of matches. You shown them how to lose in a straight Single’s Match. Then you showed the world how to blow a tag team match. If that wasn’t enough you went ahead and blew the CW Battle Royal.

Chris: Ok I get it!! What do you want me to say? Things haven’t been going exactly liked I planned.

The man stands up and smiles at Chris. He picks up a glass that was setting on a table and walks towards the bar.

Man: Excuses. So what’s next? You want to lose in a blindfold match or perhaps embarrass yourself by jobbing in a Bra and Panties match.

The man tosses a few ice cubes into the glass as Chris stares on still frozen in the doorway.

Chris: So you came all this way to humiliate me even more? I already feel like a letdown. You don’t need to rub it in.

The man pours some whiskey into the glass and starts to sip on it on his way back to his seat.

Man: Yes I do. You have been living in a dream world. You came and watched your brother tear apart guys. You saw that and suddenly you thought you could mimic him without any real training, without ever getting in a fight your entire life. Everything you ever got in your life Chris was given to you on a silver platter. Well the times have changed and now the time has come for you to stand on your own feet. Without mommy, without daddy and without big brother. You need to shut up and simply put up. I didn’t come here to mock you, I came here to train you. Someone needs to because it’s clear a stop-payment got put on your reality check. Close that door and let’s review what went wrong tonight.

Chris looks baffled on what to say but obliges by closing the door behind him.

All around the arena the lights dim so that blue and red lights can take over the role of illumination. They flash and weave while The Engine Room’s “A Perfect Lie” hits the PA system. Natalya walks out onto the stage and strikes a pose.

TM: Ya ever notice? The further east you go the hotter the women get.

JH: …Quite. Natalya making a solo appearance here tonight. She’s been told in no uncertain terms that she must defeat Kailey fair and square. That means no Ragin.

She gives a nervous glance toward the ring itself before hesitantly starting to walk down the elevated walkway. Trying to remain focused on the job in hand she ignores the distractions all around her and climbs through the ring ropes. Shaking off her nerves Natalya stands in the centre of the ring and raises her hands in the air, showing of her curvy body.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from St. Petersburg, Russia, NATAAAAAAAALYAAAAAAA!!!

JH: She’s looking a tad nervous tonight.

TM: Who could blame her? She’s not a wrestler, this is wholly unfair. Kailey’s nothing more then a bully.

JH: You’re deluded.

"Defy You" begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners. She pauses as she reaches the tops to look upon her opponent with a confident glare.

TM: Look at her, she knows Natalya’s not trained. She’s loving this.
Natalya’s terrified and Kailey’s enjoying it!

JH: You know what? I think she has a bloody right to enjoy every last second of it.

Kailey steps through the ropes and heads to her corner, her eyes never breaking with that of her competitor’s. Natalya glares back, though with less confidence then the Southern belle.

MA: And her opponent, from Nashville, Tennessee, KAILEEEEEEEEE
LAAAAAAAANE!!!

Tony Clarke draws both women into the centre of the ring to explain them the rules. Kailey’s heard them all before, and Natalya doesn’t seem to care. They just stare.

TM: *whispers* Kiss her.

JH: *sigh*

Clarke pulls away and the bell rings, and Natalya decides to make the first
move. She strikes out at Kailey, throwing her forearm toward her face only to have it deflected off Kailey’s own. Nat fires another, and another but can’t seem to penetrate the westerner’s defences, not before receiving a boot to her abdomen. The Russian finds herself doubled over and slightly winded, as Kailey takes a handful of those thick, black locks and yanks her back straight. She glares into those deep, dark orbs, before cracking a European Uppercut off her jaw!

JH: Kailey’s venomous tonight.

TM: Ya think Natalya will let me suck out the venom?

JH: I don’t know, ya think Ragin’s watching?

TM: I said nothing!

Natalya finds herself knocked to her ass by the blow and instinctively checks her mouth for signs of blood. There are none and as she looks up she sees her arch nemesis moving slowly toward her. She kicks her feet and backs her way toward the ropes, reaching back and locking her arms around them as if they were the last life preserver on the Titanic. Clarke halts Kailey’s advance, as per the rules.

JH: Not so high and mighty now is she.

TM: The night’s still young.

Kailey argues her point with Tony, which is just the opportunity Natalya was hoping for. She takes to her feet with remarkable speed and charges into Kailey, spearing her to the canvas and pinning her there as she unloads fists and forearms into the blonde American.

TM: Ha! Who’s on top now?

JH: I’m guessing these are the kind of tactics we can expect from her tonight.

She pounds away with her limbs, some connecting, some blocked, but all of them in a flurry that prevents Kailey from breaking loose. With her arms busy deflecting the incoming blows, Ms Lane finds herself another solution…and raises her knee into Natalya’s spine! The Russian yelps and arches her back in pain, letting up her assault long enough for Kailey to reach up, grab her temples and bring their heads together!

JH: Oooh! Jeeze, a thundering headbutt from Kailey.

TM: Well that’s not very lady like.

She pushes Nat off and rolls off to the side to gather her bearings, both women suffering the effects of that ill advised attack. Kailey recovers first and takes to her feet as Nat attempts to take to hers, only to find herself at the end of Kailey’s boot. Her hand is grasped by her opponent and Natalya finds herself slung across the ring and into the far ropes. She impacts and rebounds, right into a Spinning Wheel Kick from Kailey! Both women hit the canvas and Kailey makes for the early cover.

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Two!

Thr -- No!
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Natalya reaches out and grabs the bottom cable, just before Clarke can count the three.

TM: What great ring presence she has.

Aggravated, Kailey takes to a knee to argue the count, before pushing herself back to verticality. She reaches down to pry Nat from the canvas, but the Russian is quick to rake a thumb across her eye that sends Kailey back peddling across the ring. Tony Clarke inspects the scene but is as inept as the rest referee for calling such a sneaking manoeuvre, and Natalya manages to steal some time to rest.

JH: So much for beating Kailey fairly.

She takes to her feet after a few moments and glances across at the partially blinded Kailey, still rubbing the effected. Natalya charges in, pushing the unsuspecting Southerner onto the ropes behind her and bouncing her off. She flies across the ring and returns to a cold, hard knee from the brunette. Double over, Natalya hits the ropes to the side and comes charging back in, raising another knee into her opponent’s face that sends her reeling back. She moves in on the groggy Ms Lane and gets right into her face, uttering some unheard curse, before balling her fist and shoving it straight into Kailey’s nose.

TM: Oooh, that’s gonna sting! A straight right hand from the ice queen.

She pushes Kailey back into the ropes again, this time with an added knee
pressed into her gut as she goes, before whipping her out and into one of the far corners. She connects with a hard thump against the turnbuckle pads as Natalya charges in and throws herself at Kailey with a Clothesline! She steps back, surveying her work for a moment before launching a kick toward Kailey’s -- no! Kailey catches it and pushes forward, shoving Natalya onto her back as she captures up the other leg. Kailey takes her position, leans back and tosses Nat into the turnbuckles!

JH: TARA TAKEDOOOOOOWNAAAAHHHH!!!

Natalya’s head ricochets off the top buckle and she flops to her side. Kailey takes a moment to catch her bearings before pulling herself up to her feet. She glances around at Natalya and move in, scooping her up by her thick, black locks and firing a set of knees into her ribs. She takes her by the wrist and whips her across the ring, waiting for her to return before spinning into a Round House that sends Natalya crashing into the canvas and rolling out of the ring.

JH: By the full and manly beard of Chuck Norris! What a kick!

Natalya slumps to the mats on the outside, completely dazed by the quick and brutal attack. As Kailey hones in, the Russian begins to crawl her way toward the announce desk. She pulls herself up against it and clutches her knee to her chest, throwing her palm out and yelling “Wait”.

TM: Oh-oh, I think she’s hurt. Hang in there Natalya. MEDIC!

JH: Oh please.

TM: Hey! She’s not a trained wrestler, she doesn’t know how to take a fall. She fell out the freaking ring, she’s injured here. MEDIC!

Kailey moves to step out of the ring, but Tony Clarke stops her, asking her to wait while he ventures out to check on the apparently injured Natalya. He drops down to ringside and moves into investigate.

TM: I don’t know if the camera’s are picking this up, but Natalya’s
telling Clarke that she thinks she’s damages her knee, no doubt when that blonde bully shoved her out of the ring.

JH: I’m having a hard time believing this.

As the ref fusses about with the Russian, Kailey gets tired of waiting. She
rolls her eyes and steps through the ropes, dropping to the mats and shoving Tony Clarke aside. Natalya throws her hands up, pleading with the southern belle to take mercy on her but it would seem that her pleas fall on deaf ears. Kailey takes a handful of her hair and yanks her up…only for Natalya to come alive and grab the back of Kailey’s head, slamming it into the announcers desk!

JH: Just as I thought.

She pulls her off and slams her pretty face once more into the desk, before dragging her off and whipping her back first into the ring apron!

JH: Well that leg seems to have recovered.

TM: Probably just cramp, it happens, easy to mistake it for a twist or sprain.

JH: Thank you Doctor Moore.

Kailey’s back is arched in pain as she checks both her spine and nose for signs of damage. Natalya moves in, throwing a knee into Kailey’s gut and pushing her even more into the ring apron. She grabs her goldey locks and brings her toward the ring steps, before melding her face into the steel -- NO! Kailey blocks with her foot and fires an elbow back into Natalya’s beautiful face. She clasps her nose and staggers backwards, but has enough wits about her to crack a quick boot into Kailey’s spine to keep her off her tail. Ms Lane’s back once again arches to the pain and she turns too slowly to face Natalya, who grabs her by the wrist and shoots her across the mats, causing her to bounce unceremoniously off the parallel ring post! She spirals to the floor as the bitchy ice queen slowly
approaches her prey, but something else catches her eye.

JH: Hey, what’s she doing?

TM: Giving Kailey what she deserves.

She shoves Timmy from his perch and scoops up his chair, turning back to her downed opponent with the steel clasped between her hands. She moves in on Kailey with a twisted smile on her face…only to finds her fun cut short as Tony Clarke intervenes.

JH: Good, get that chair away from her.

TM: Hey, she hurt her knee, she needs to sit down.

JH: Yeah, I’m sure that was her intention.

Natalya argues with the ref, a rookie mistake as it gives Kailey the time she needs to rest her back after that quick yet vicious attack from her nemesis. She pulls herself round to the side of the ring, out of sight as the Russian flutters her eyes and runs a finger down Clarke’s chest, hoping that a little female attention will persuade him to bend the rules. Perhaps if he was Logan Black he would, but he’s not, and he doesn’t, much to Natalya’s chagrin.

TM: Oh man, what I wouldn’t give to have Natalya look at me like that. How can he resist?

JH: He’s a professional.

TM: Is that a slang word for gay?

JH: What? No, jeeze. Not all men are ruled by their genitalia.

TM: Alright, alright…gaaaaaaay.

JH: *sigh*

Clarke finally rests the chair from Natalya’s hands and returns it to poor,
cowering Timmy. She turns back to her prey, muchly disappointed at her lack of steel, and soon realises that Kailey’s gone. She glances around confused as she tries to pinpoint her location, only to find her perched high on the nearest turnbuckle. Kailey flies off and cracks a flying Double Axe Handle right off Natalya’s bonce!

JH: KAILEY KLUUUUUBAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Natalya crashes to the (un)protective mats, Kailey landing alongside her, the fall not doing her aching back any favours.

JH: And now both women are down.

TM: Ohhh yeah, giggidy, giggidy, giggidy.

JH: Quiet you.

Kailey is the first to get rouse. She takes to her knees and looks over at the twitching Natalya as Tony Clarke begins his count.

One!

Two!

Three!


Kailey pulls herself to her feet and moves over toward Natalya. She reaches down and drags her up by the head.

Four!

Five!


Kailey brings her to the apron, cracking her head off the ring before tossing her back inside. Tony Clarke breaks his count as the blonde follows in. She stalks around her prey for a moment before grabbing the back of her pants and pulling her up to her feet, before yanking her back into a Cobra Clutch!

JH: SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT! This has to be it! Even a trained wrestler would have trouble fighting out of this one!

Kailey tightens her grip around Natalya’s head, choking the life oxygen from her as she kicks and wriggles in a vain attempt to free herself. She throws a boot back into Kailey’s knee, but the southern lass seems unfazed, and just yanks the hold tighter.

TM: She’s choking her out! That’s cheating! Cheating!

JH: It’s a legitamate hold, one that Natalya won’t be able to resist for much longer.

Tony Clarke is in Natalya’s face, asking if she wants to give. She shakes her head but can’t hold out much longer, so she does the only thing she can do…she kicks out with her legs and wraps them round Tony Clarke!

JH: What the bloody hell?

TM: Clarke you dog.

A surprised, and slightly terrified, Tony Clarke finds himself caught in the
pincer like grasp of Natalya, while she herself is being chocked out but the
vice like grip of Kailey Lane, who looks equally bemused by the state of events, but refuses to release her hold. Tony wriggles about, moving back and forth across the ring as best he can as he tries to shake the Russian from his pelvic region.

TM: Tag me in, Tony, tag me in!

JH: Sit down!

Tony swings around and finds himself near enough the ropes to reach out and grab them. He wraps his arms around the top cable as he tries to pulls himself free, but inadvertently draws Natayla with him. She unwraps her legs from Clarke and throws them round the middle rope, treating them to the same vice like grasp that Tony received. He rolls away, taking a few moments to gather his bearings, before he realises what’s happened. Slightly annoyed, and probably slightly aroused, Clarke calls for Kailey to break the hold, which she reluctantly does, by slamming the Russian back first down into the canvas.

TM: Ingenious.

JH: It’s certainly the most unique counter to a hold I’ve ever seen.

Natalya quickly rolls to the apron to catch her breath, wrapping her arms round the bottom rope as Clarke tells Kailey to back off.

Suddenly, around the two competitors erupts a mixed reaction of cheers and boos, and all eyes turn to the ramp where Ragin’ walks down to the ring holding a steel chair.

Natalya, Kailey and the Tony Clark all stare at him with a look of confusion, they’re all fully aware of Madison Lee’s ruling and he’s not exactly being subtle.

JH: You’re kidding me.. what is he doing out here?

TM: Maybe he wants to watch. Look! He brought his own seat. Now, that’s thinking.

Looking to at least take advantage of the distraction the Master of the Rage has caused, Natalya springs forward, trying to knock Kailey down, but slowed by being locked in a painful submission, Kailey is nimble enough to evade it.

At the exact same time as Kailey is dodging Natalya, Ragin’ steps between the ropes. Kailey turns quickly almost bumping into Ragin’ and their eyes meet. The steel chair swings, seemingly in slow motion to all who are watching.

JH: No! What the Hell..!

TM: Does that count as touching Kailey? I mean it’s not TECHNICALLY Ragin’, it’s the chair.

His eyes never leave Kailey, her face scrunching up to brace for the impact. But it never comes. She opens her eyes as she hears the loud crack and the ‘ohhhhh!’ from the fans. She turns to see Natalya laying flat out moments after the sickening impact.

The referee looks on in amazement, pulling the chair from Ragin’s grasp and calling for the bell. Ragin’s gaze is still focused squarely on an astonished Kailey, and he smiles.

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MA: And your winner, as a result of a disqualification… NATALYA VLADEK!

TM: She did it! She beat Kailey! This is unbelievable. Talk about giant-killing.

JH: She won by disqualification, you idiot. Does this mean Ragin’ gets a match of his choosing? What a downright sick individual.

Ragin’ moves over to Natalya, picking her almost lifeless body up, trying to get her to stand on her own two feet. She slumps forward unable to properly do so and he holds her steady, raising her arm in the air. Natalya moves her hand to her head, and with the assistance of Ragin’ starts to exit the ring, still very groggy. Perhaps notably, it is Ragin’s theme music, Local H’s ‘That’s What They All Say’, that plays as they exit and not Natalya’s own music as they make their escape.

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Backstage, Natalya is sitting on a chair clutching her head and groaning. She looks up as Ragin' passes her some aspirin and a bottle of water. Natalya throws the two tablets into her mouth and knocks back the water, swallowing and giving Ragin' a weary look. He puts a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

Natalya: "W-what happened, comrade? I remember.. being in the ring and then.. ouch.."

Ragin' pushes back a strand on her hair, revealing a bruised area on Natalya's head. He doesn't seem to care too much though.

Ragin': "You won, Natalya. You beat Kailey Lane. You earned me a match of MY choosing. Now, that's what I call being a manager. The BEST manager there is. But of course.. Kailey couldn't handle that..."

Ragin' gestures the action of hitting someone with a chair and grimaces. Natalya's pain-filled expression quickly displays one of anger. Ragin' crouches down next to her and raises his hand to her cheek softly.

Ragin': "It's over now. There's no need to dwell on it, okay? We got we wanted, fair and square. Now it's our time.."

The door swings open without so much as a knocking warning and Madison Lee breezes her way into the room, a smirk on her face as she eyes the two Russians in a seemingly romantic moment.

Madison: Don't let me interrupt. Wait, let me interrupt. I've got other things to do. Somehow, I doubt she's gonna be hitting the town tonight. Not with that shiner, anyways.

Natalya looks up and groans, though this time it might not be purely down to the pain. Ragin' however actually looks a bit worried, reaching out an arm and trying to sheperd the General Manager away from Natalya.

Ragin': "Ms. Lee.. Natalya isn't quite ready for visitors. What can I do for you?

Madison's smile seems to grow wider as she realizes exactly what Ragin' is trying to do. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize he lied to Natalya about what happened.

Madison: Oh, there's nothing I need from you, Mr. Manamyk. I simply just wanted to congratulate you on your astonishing ability to bend the rules in your favor. I've never seen anyone work that so well before in all my time here on Tuesday Night Throwdown. I bet your pretty proud of that, aren't you? The way you swindled yourself any match of your choosing.

Ragin' gives her a wry smile and shrugs his shoulders. He glances back at Natalya, who looks a little puzzled, and is now listening a little harder to the conversation between Madison and Ragin'.

Ragin': "I'm always proud of myself. I have alot to be proud of after all. Was there something you wanted?"

Ragin' sneers his words impatiently, not wanting Madison to ruin his night. Behind him, Natalya pushes herself up and walks beside the pair of them.

Natalya: "What did she mean..., comr-"

Ragin' waves her away with a hand, his eyes burning a hole through Madison. Madison just continues to smile, seemingly feeding off of this little moment.

Madison: Wow, it's getting tense in here, huh? Have you thought about what match you're gonna ask for, Ragin'? I mean, you could face ANYONE. You could face the Dual Crown Champion.

Madison doesn't hesitate a moment, assuring herself Ragin' doesn't get another word in.

Madison: Or, actually. Don't think about it. Save it. Because you're gonna have a lot more to deal with. I've thought up the perfect match to sign at Deja Vu. It'll be Ragin' taking on... Kailey Lane. And this time, you can't escape by hitting your girlfriend.

No sooner than that last sentence leaves Madison's mouth does she smiles and let out a short chuckle.

Madison: Or maybe you can. I'm not clear anymore which is which to you.

Madison turns on her heels and leaves, grinning from ear to ear. Watching Madison leave, Ragin' grits his teeth. Natalya stands beside him, looking even more confused. She ponders something and finally asks a question.

Natalya: "Hitting your girlfriend...?"

Ragn' ignores her completely and to moves to leave. Muttering one last thing under his breath as he stomps away furiously.

Ragin': "I think i do have someone in mind for that match..."

'Lies' blasts onto the speakers, bringing about a chorus of boos from the Albuquerque crowd. It intensifies only when Kennedy makes her way through the curtain and into the spotlight in the center of the stage. She raises her arms out at her sides to take in the adulation of the crowd. Adulation that is neither considered nor given to the number one contender.

JH: Darn. I was hoping she'd forgotten that she wanted to come out here.

TM: Why would you hope for that?! She looks awesome tonight.

JH: You say that every time we see her. It loses it's effect after awhile.

Kennedy makes her way down the walkway, her confident smile soured as a fan at ringside hurls an insult in her direction. Kennedy stops to talk some trash at him before feinting a backhand. She giggles at the fan's flinch as she resumes her walk to the ring. Climbing in over the middle rope, she crosses the ring and takes a microphone from the ever-present ring monkey.

JH: Hopefully she just gets on with this and doesn't waste our time with incessant rambling.

TM: Kennedy does not ramble. She educates. There's a difference.

Kennedy steps into the center of the ring, the fans' boos dying down as her music cuts off. She brings the microphone to her lips, a few fans deciding to boo so more but she carries on.

Kennedy: Last week, I defeated a Slam! Legend in Ragin'…

A few crowd pops either for those ornery fans that cheer the mega-heels like Ragin' or those fans that hate Ragin' so much they love Kennedy beating him. Either way, those few people liked it.

Kennedy: The week before, I destroyed the biggest propaganda in sports-entertainment history! I've defeated Monsters, I've defeated Beasts, I've even defeated a few bitches along the way.

TM: That last one has to be Kailey.

JH: What the?! Shut up! It is not.

Kennedy: So after all that, I have to ask myself… why am I scared of this one freak?

That gets the crowd worked up. They boo the fun-poking at Swytch's expense.

TM: Ha! True.

JH: Yeah, alright. We get it. Enough.

Kennedy: No, hear me out. Swytch isn't that big, people. He's actually quite small compared to the people I'm used to putting down for the final count. And he's certainly not faster than me.

JH: Yeah, but that's just locker room talk.

TM: Hey! Now if I have to be nice, so do you!

Kennedy: So I've come to realize that all this time I've spent being scared of Swytch and running from him… it's all just pointless. What is Swytch really gonna do to me that I couldn't do to him first? Absolutely nothing! So that's why I'm out here. I want to say this to Swytch… face to face!

JH: Talking big is one thing but calling Swytch out? This woman is crazy.

TM: She's not scared of him! Who would be?!

JH: You.

Kennedy turns to face the entrance way, waving a hand for Swytch to make his way out there with her.

Kennedy: So Swytch, I know you're in the building so why don't you come on out here? Unless, you're too scared to be in the same ring as me.

The tantalizing chords of “The Outsider” play into the crowd’s ears. The air vibrates with the beat of the drums and the crowd’s growing anticipation. Their eagerness reaches a peek and explodes into cheers when TNT’s Dual Crown Champion emerges on the stage. With his GHC and SoH belts snapped together and draped over the back of his neck, he stands on the stage, eyes fixed firmly on lethal Lady in the ring.

JH: Run now, Kennedy, while you still can.

TM: Didn’t you hear her, moron? She’s not scared of him. But if she is, she can hide behind me. I’ll protect her.

JH: Sure you will.

Swytch’s eyes bore into Kennedy, the distance between him and her closing at an agonizingly slow rate as he saunters down the walkway. All the while, the crowd cheers frantically for Swytch as he finally reaches the ring. He lifts one leg and slips it through the ropes, eyes still set on Kennedy, he steps through the ropes and walks to the center of the ring. Swytch digs into his pocket, pulling out a conveniently placed microphone and a hush falls over the crowd.

Swytch: Scared, Kennedy? Do I look scared to you? Have I ever looked scared to you?

TM: Let’s see, every time he faced Maclay, every time he faced Hype, every time he faced Brighty, every time he faced Vinj, when he faced Tier, and damn well every time he’s in the ring with Kennedy.

Swytch: No. I’m not scared, Kennedy. I can’t be scared. You know why? Because, I. Am. Fear. I’m the one everybody is afraid of. I’m the one nobody WANTS to get in the ring with, because in the pit of their stomach, they fear they just might not step out of the ring. No, Kennedy, I’m not scared. Not one bit.

Kennedy looks around at the crowd, nodding her head as they cheer the man claiming to be fear. Kennedy looks down for a moment before walking directly in front of Swytch. So close that she has to hold her microphone to the side to avoid hitting Swytch with it.

Kennedy: Well, good for you, Swytch. So no one here's scared. The fear you claim to be has no effect on me anymore. You have no effect on me anymore.

Kennedy smiles, a gleam in her eyes as she looks up at Swytch. But she backs off a couple steps, giving Swytch his personal space back.

Kennedy: But I didn't call you out here to see who's got the bigger set. I came out here to congratulate you, believe it or not.

JH: What?

TM: You heard her.

The murmur that spreads through the crowd so often in my promos re-emerges as Kennedy reveals her reason for calling Swytch out to the ring.

Kennedy: That's right, Swytch. I want to congratulate you on last week's title defense. It was exhilarating, wasn't it? That thrill of nearly losing the titles you worked so hard for. The excitement of being taken to your limits…

Kennedy's voice deadpans in an instant, lowering her head to stare directly ahead into Swytch's eyes.

Kennedy: Finally back to wrestling people in your skill range.

The crowd fire up with boos but Kennedy's expression remains still as can be on Swytch.

JH: That is uncalled for.

TM: No it's not! Swytch is back to battling with jobbers. I phrase comes to mind, "Home sweet home".

An eerily wide grin lays stake on Swytch’s face. His eyes narrow to compensate for the tooth bearing grin, but you know through the slivers of his eyelids he’s still looking at her.

Swytch: You, you’re so right, Kennedy. Thrilling, it was. Most certainly the best competition I’ve had in a while, at least since you’ve been chasing the Dual Crown and set your precious little dog, Carlos, after me. How’s he doing, anyways? Face healing nicely, I hope.

The grin breaks and his normal scowl returns. His eyebrows bunch together above the bridge of his nose causing his expression to harden just a bit more.

Swytch: You’re not scared, Kennedy? How appropriate for you, lying to yourself. Do you really believe it? You spent your time hiding behind somebody, letting them take the beatings for you. You only showed your face to have me jumped from behind. So here you are, facing me again, but your little lapdog is nowhere to be seen, not anymore that is.

He eyes Kennedy up and down, then looks down to the titles draped around his neck, and once again back to Kennedy.

Swytch: Go on then. Show me how brave you are. Take them, Kennedy.

He steps closer to her, closing the distance in a few steps. This time he invades her personal space, a little more than she had his. In fact it’s too close and quite eerie, more so with the way he’s looking at her.

Swytch: I dare you.

His words more of a snarling growl than they were words at all.

Kennedy eyes him, refusing to step down no matter the fear she may or may not be feeling. Eventually a grin spreads across her face, a short laugh escaping her lips as she stares fear in the eyes. Again, she brings the microphone up to her lips, careful to avoid the closeness of Swytch.

Kennedy: You dare me, huh? Swytch, I know you'd like nothing more than for me to take you. Work you over so much that you can't catch your breath and then leave you spent, laying flat on your back.

Despite the inability to do so, Kennedy somehow manages to move even closer to Swytch. Personal space is long since lost as the two get right up on each other. Kennedy looks down at the space that's not between them, but more importantly the GHC and SoH pressed between their bodies.

Kennedy: Is that what you really want?

Swytch’s lips draw into a thin line. Slowly they peel apart, hot breath washing over Kennedy’s features. The corners of his mouth perk a little, but he fights off the grin, instead choosing to keep his amusement to himself.

Swytch: I think it’s what YOU want. That’s why you’ve been hiding. What would the other girls say, Kennedy? You, making eyes at the freak, oh how they would talk.

The humored tone fades from his words, replaced by a calmer one. His words are flat and even as he speaks and his face still as can be.

Swytch: Come on, Kennedy. If you wanna get in my head, you’re gonna have to try harder than that.

Kennedy flashes him a coy smile, neither admitting or denying the "freak's" claims.

Kennedy: Oh, but you're forgetting… sweetie.

Kennedy steps back a pinch, just enough to walk around him. She stops next to him, tapping the tattoo on his right arm.

Kennedy: I'm already in there. And at Deja Vu, I'll give you everything you want and then some.

Kennedy smirks as she walks past Swytch to exit the ring. Swytch’s calm expression falters and cracks beneath the pressure of a sudden rage. He grits his teeth, eyes narrowed, and a rumbling growl burns up through his chest. He spins around, ready to rip into fleshy bits of Kennedy’s body, but she’s already out of reach. He’s resigned to leaning against the top rope, scowling at her as she makes her way up the walkway.

JH: Well, I don't know how much Kennedy is in Swytch's head but I do know she made a very bad mistake in pissing him off.

TM: She does it all the time! He's not gonna do anything about it.

JH: Not tonight, no. But Deja Vu it's Swytch versus Kennedy and there's no where she can run.

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

JH: It’s been quiet on both sides of this impending battle but you’ve got to believe that all the talking will come to an end tonight.

TM: Hey if we’re lucky maybe we’ll finally see the end of Carlos Kane. Christ, what a waste of talent. But you know, the guy lives up to his name.

JH: How do you mean?

TM: He’s been nothing but hype.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall. It is an ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPIONSHIP match with NO TIME LIMIT and has NO DISQUALIFICATIONS! This match can be won only by submission or knock out.

TM: Knock out or submission, that’s how the UEC battles go. I’m kind of torn. I mean, I’d love to see Hype squeal like a little girl having one of his limbs bent horribly in the wrong direction, but then again seeing him knocked out like a little ho wouldn’t be too bad either.

MA: Introducing first, standing at 6 feet and 6 inches and weighing in at 235 pounds. He hails from Detroit, Michigan and is the current ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION! He is… CARLOS… THE HYPE… KAAAAAANNNEEE!!

[align=center]We fade to black as static comes over the PA followed by a raio styled voiceover as the intro to "We Major by Fort Minor" hits the PA
AND NOW FOR OUR FEATURE PRESENTATION
The TNTtron flickers into life, first with static but before we know it we are hovering over the skyline of a huge modern styled city
HISTORY IN THE MAKING, MOST INCREDIBLY
We swoop down at break neck speed towards the ground ducking and diving in between the various modernly styled buildings that litter this urban metropolis
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN
We burst passed building after building glass shattering and falling to the floor as we accelerate towards the end of the road
YOU ARE NOT READY
We screech to a grinding hault as were met with a massive crowd they stand defiant in front a giant wall of monitors that presents a visible representation of the lyrical smackdown that's being beamed to the live audience.
COZ THIS RIDE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN
At the very front of that massive crowd stands one man, head bowed hands raised high above his head, a deafening base shudders through the PA live in the arena.
SIT DOWN AND BUCKLE IT IN
Slowly the man lifts his head to reveal that trademark smirk, the wall of monitors behind him burn the retinas of all those within distance.
FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT WANNA KNOW WHAT WERE ALL ABOUT
Explosions shoot up from behind the wall of monitors engulfing everything in flames.
IT'S LIKE THIS YALL
Flames engulf the monsrous wall of monitors as it displays that unmistakable logo, that representation of the best that's ever done it.
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The crowd go absolutely nuts as "There They Go by Fort Minor" shakes the arena to it's very foundations, chaotic scenes as fans rush the event security trying to get as close as they can to the upcoming greatness, the security buckle and sway under the intense pressure but being the good lil steel barriers they are they stand firm.

Forget about all the things you heard before
'Bout time that we're kicking down the door
Everybody's gonna hit the fuckin' floor
Please Hype don't hurt them anymore


The TNTtron still displays the logo as smoke billows from the stage..and then it happens there aren't enough decibels discovered that can describe the noise as the "number one draw" the "main event soldier" the "Hype" steps out onto the stage his stage. he stands for a moment title belt held loosely in his hand by his side. A few moments pass before he proceeds across the wooden catwalk that connects the stage to the ring.[/align]

JH: Carlos is making his way to the ring. He looks quite confident clutching his UEC belt. The airwaves have been quiet between Dante and Hype, but I don’t see how you could get a word out either way with as much tension that’s been in the air.

Hype stops midway down the walkway and thrusts his title up over his head. The crowd is a mix of boos and cheers for the Franchise Player and the volume finds another notch WHEN HYPE IS NAILED WITH A FOREARM SHIVER FROM BEHIND!!

TM: Dante Coles isn’t waiting for any bells. This match is starting now and with no rules to follow, this could get dangerous.

The music screeches to a halt just as Hype’s body tumbles forward into the ropes. Logan Black snatches the UEC belt off the apron and passes it off to a ring monkey who takes it to the appropriate place.

JH: Dante is taking the fight to Carlos for the second week in a row.

TM: The difference is, this time it counts for a lot more than just pride.

Dante runs up and plants a hard kick right into Hype’s ribs. Hype flies up against the ropes, clutching his gut immediately and sucking in some air only to get it driven out with another boot to the ribs. Hype rolls under the bottom rope into the ring and scrambles on his hands and knees to the right side ropes.

JH: Carlos has to get on his feet and regain his bearings if he hopes to fight off this initial attack.

TM: Or you know, he could quit pretending to be a professional wrestler and just go home.

Dante steps through the ropes and Logan Black calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

JH: Well the match has officially started now, with Logan Black calling for the bell.

Hype pulls himself to his feet but is grabbed immediately by the scruff of the neck and swung around the ring and sent shoulder first right through the turnbuckles to the ring post!! Carlos drops to his knees, clutching at his shoulder while his face twists up into a painful grimace. Dante steps across the ring into the far corner then sprints across the canvas toward Hype and DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO HYPE’S KIDNEYS!!

TM: Oooh, he’ll be pissing blood in the morning.

JH: Thomas! That’s disgusting.

TM: Hey, it’s true. A shot like that to the kidneys cannot feel good.

Hype is on his side on the mat, reaching for his back when he takes another hard boot in the ribs. Dante grabs Carlos by the leg and drags him away from the corner. Dante backs into the corner and pushes himself up onto the second buckle then jumps off and drives his knee right between Hype’s shoulder blades. Hype immediately arches back and lets out a noiseless scream as all the air is expelled from his lungs.

JH: It looks like Dante’s found a part of the body to work.

TM: Boy does he pick them too. He’s not just going after Carlos’ back, he’s specifically trying to destroy the man’s kidneys.

Dante gets to his feet and quickly bounces himself off the ropes for some momentum then runs in and drives the toe of his boot right into Hype’s back. Dante grabs Hype around the head and pulls him up to his knees. Hype can barely stay upright, hunching over from his kneeling position. Dante sprints across the ring into the far ropes, bouncing off and back across the mat then driving his knee RIGHT INTO HYPE’S FACE!!

JH: Painful running knee right into Hype’s face.

TM: And after the beating his face has taken from Swytch and Dante these past few weeks, I wouldn’t be surprised if that gash above his eye is busted open again.

JH: No, not yet, but it could at any second. That gash he received a few weeks ago hasn’t had a chance to heal yet and it’s become a familiar target for his opponents.

TM: Yeah, but with Dante in the ring with him, I think Hype’s got one giant bulls eye on him.

JH: It’s certainly no secret these two do not get along.

TM: Understatement of the year, Hitchen.

Dante circles around Hype, grabbing him around the head and pulling him to his feet and unloading a STIFF forearm shiver to Hype’s jaw. The “FIW MVP” is rocked back on his heels leaving him open for a JAW RATTLING UPPERCUT THAT TAKES HYPE CLEAN OFF HIS FEET!!

JH: WHOA! That was an incredible uppercut from Dante that sent Hype down in a heap.

TM: Not only that, but I think he knocked some teeth loose because Hype’s got a nice crimson sheen across his bottom lip.

Dante moves across the ring and slips through the ropes the drops down to the floor. He throws the skirt up and digs under the ring for something nifty to play with.

JH: Dante’s taking advantage of the no DQ clause for this match.

TM: Not that he needs to. I’m sure he’s got plans to thoroughly punish Hype.

JH: I can’t argue with that, Thomas. The blood between these two is definitely bad and I think Dante means to let it run cold on the canvas tonight.

Hype pulls himself to his feet and leans against the ropes. He uses them to move along the ring and finds Dante getting to his feet outside. Hype reaches down over the top rope for Dante’s head AND GETS CREAMED WITH A STEAL CHAIR TO THE HEAD!!

JH: ARRRGGGHHH!!

TM: That was a wicked chair shot!

JH: Oh my God, look at the dent in that chair! Dante just wrapped that steel around Hype’s head!

TM: And he opened that cut. Carlos Kane is bleeding from the brow.

Dante tosses the chair into the ring and slides in after it. He pops up to his feet and grabs the chair, setting it up in the center of the ring. Dante grabs Hype around the head and pulls him to his feet driving a stiff right hand into that open cut. Dante whips Hype across the ring. Hype rebounds off the far ropes back to Dante who catches him in a belly-to-belly LIFTING HIM AND SWIVELING BACK DRIVING HYPE INTO THE OPEN CHAIR!!

JH: SUUUUUUUUUUPPPPLLLLLLLEEEEXXXUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!

TM: ONTO THAT OPEN CHAIR!! Christ! The force of Hype’s body just crumpled that chair like a tin can!

Dante gets back to his feet, looking at Logan Black.

Dante: Count the fucker out!

Dante screams at the referee quite angrily.

JH: Oh, uh, some colorful language from Dante.

Logan circles around Hype to make sure he is out of it and indeed he looks to be. Logan raises his hand with the start of his count and the crowd counts along with him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Hype starts to stir.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Hype is on one knee.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

He’s up with the help of the ropes!!


TM: Lousy slow counting son on a…

JH: Bet’cha Dante is not happy about Hype getting to his feet.

TM: Gee, ya think? Was it the scowl on his face that gave it away or the face he’s under the ring looking for something else to break with Hype’s body?

JH: Shut up, Thomas.

Dante pulls a table out from under the ring and slides it under the bottom rope. Dante slides back into the ring and gets to his feet. He sets the table up in the nearest corner and goes back after Hype. Dante hauls him to his feet and backs him into the corner opposite the table, landing a few well placed elbows that only open the gash above Hype’s eye. He grabs Carlos by the wrist and whips him across the ring, but Hype squats down and reverses it pulling Dante out of the corner, but Dante counters that LEVELING Hype with a lariat!

TM: LAAAAAARRRIIIAAAAAATTTOOOOOOHHH!!

JH: And Carlos is once again flat on his back. He’d serve himself well to get the hell out of the ring or continue to suffer the beating he’s getting.

TM: You’d think it was that easy.

JH: I’m not saying it would be, but he’s not even putting up a fight.

Dante grabs Hype by the head and pulls him up to a kneeling position AND GETS LOW BLOWED BY CARLOS!!

JH: Not quite how I expected Hype to create an opening, but it works.

TM: The hell it does, that was a blatant low blow!

JH: And by all means legal in this match.

Dante slowly crumbles to his knees, clutching his junk with both hands, a pained look on his face. Hype grabs the back of Dante’s head and forces it down RIGHT INTO A KNEE LIFT!!

JH Sickening knee lift by Carlos Kane! You could hear the sound of knee on face from clear over here.

Dante clutches his face in pain but goes into a guard when Hype drops into a mount. Hype picks his spots and rains down rights and lefts trying to break Dante’s guard.

JH: Hype has Dante in a precarious situation. The MMA fighter is right at home in the mount and any one of these blows could put Dante down for the count.

TM: You’re falling into the trap like everybody else. You think Hype is some kind of big bad mixed martial artists when he’s nothing but a publicity stunt. Does the name Saku ring a bell? Supposedly a great MMA fighter and where is he? He’s probably in Japan doing commercials for some laundry detergent manufacturer.

Hype gets in one, two, three successive punches to Dante’s face. He goes for a fourth, but Dante’s guard forces Hype to hesitate just a second looking for the right spot and that’s when Dante pops his hips and flips Hype over head.

TM: HA! I told you. Where are those great skills now? Carlos thought he could sit there and wait all day.

JH: And it looks like Dante’s reversed into a mount of his own.

But Dante doesn’t hold it, instead swiveling around and pulling on Hype’s arm as he works his legs around Hype’s head. He locks his ankles over Hype’s chest and cranks back on the arm forcing a painful scream from Hype’s chest.

TM: TRIANGLE CHOKE!! He’s gonna choke Hype out.

JH: Dante’s playing Hype’s own game here. I would have banked on Hype being the better submission wrestler, but it looks like Dante’s got a few tricks of his own.

Dante keeps the pressure on, making sure to crank back on the arm every chance he gets. Hype tries to drag himself to the ropes, reaching for them with an outstretched arm.

TM: Look at that retard. The ropes can’t save him.

JH: I think it’s more a case of Hype wanting to use the ropes as leverage to get up, not to have Logan use his rope break.

Hype’s fingers curl around the middle cord and he starts pulling, trying to muscle up the right side of his body with Dante hanging off the left side, pulling like a maniac on Hype’s arm.

JH: Carlos is up to a knee…

TM: And Dante’s still got the choke locked on.

JH: Carlos is getting his feet under him now.

TM: Which is just plain dumb because now he has Dante’s entire weight hanging off his neck.

Hype spins around quickly and arches his back painfully to get Dante’s shoulders onto the top rope. He uses his free arm to break Dante’s hold on his other and works frantically to free his head from the grasp of Dante’s legs.

JH: Hype has his arm free, but the real danger is the lack of oxygen he has to be suffering from now.

TM: It’s hard to say, but I think Hype is primed to tap out.

Hype manages to move Dante around and force him up onto his shoulders. He grabs the back of Dante’s pants and staggers around a bit before running full on toward the corner AND POWERBOMBING DANTE THROUGH THE TABLE IN THE CORNER!!

TM: NOOOO!!

JH: POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!! Hype’s getting up! HE’S BACK ON HIS FEET!!

And just as quick as he’s up, he’s through the ropes and down to the floor. Hype throws the ring skirt up and starts digging through the goodies.

TM: This is a mistake on Hype’s part. He’s got Dante laid out in the corner with pretty much his first big offensive move of the night and he’s letting him get back up.

JH: But if he can get his hands on something and even the score with Dante after that earlier chair shot, then Carlos could turn this match in his favor.

TM: Yeah, except Dante is pulling himself out of the table wreckage right now and that moron Carlos Kane is dragging a ladder out from under the ring. What the hell is he gonna do with a ladder?

Dante is back on his feet. He sees Hype pulling a ladder out from under the ring and breaks into a run for the far ropes. Hype starts to slide the ladder through the ropes then looks up. His eyes go wide when Dante’s boots connect with the end of the ladder sending the other end right into Hype’s face!!

JH: OH MY GOD!!

Hype flies back into the ringside barricade and slumps down to his ass. The cut above his brow is a full inch longer and deeper, crimson liquid cascading down his cheek.

TM: Hype’s gonna pass out from blood loss before he can even get back in the ring.

JH: If Dante lets him back in the ring.

Dante is on his feet again, clutching the top rope with both hands. He has his boot poised on the end of the ladder and with one hard kick, sends the butt of the ladder flying out through the ropes and SMACKING RIGHT INTO HYPE’S HEAD!!

JH: AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!

TM: I think that was just the start of this little exchange. Dante is going out to the floor right now.

As soon as his boots hit the floor, he runs forward and drives his knee right into Hype’s battered and bloodied face. Dante grabs Hype around his blood slicked head and pulls him to his feet. He drives a knee into Hype’s midsection then swings around behind him and grabs a rear waist lock before HEAVING Carlos over and dropping the back of his head onto the floor. Dante jumps to his feet, throwing his arms out to his sides and looking at the crowd getting a good sized pop for his effort.

TM: GEEEEEERRRMMMAAAAAANNNUUUHHH!!

Dante pulls Hype to his feet and grabs his arm. He whips Hype toward the ring steps, but Hype counters pulling Dante in and onto his shoulders THEN SWINGS DANTE’S LEGS OUT AND FALLS BACK DRIVING DANTE’S BODY TO THE FLOOR!!

JH: H-FIIIIIIIIIIVE!! THE H5!! HYPE HIT IT FROM NOWHERE!!

TM: Ah crap, that’s not good.

Neither man is moving except for the violent full body twitch from Hype, no doubt caused from the beating his been taking. Dante is motionless on his stomach.

JH: If Hype gets back in the ring, then this could be over. He could retain the title right here.

TM: That’s a big “if”.

JH: Not as big as you’d think, because he’s starting to get back up.

TM: Shit.

Hype is clawing at the apron and manages to drag himself onto it. He grabs the ropes and gets both feet under him finally standing again. Carlos starts to step through the ropes but Dante pulls Hype’s leg out from under him causing Hype to smack his face off the apron!!

TM: I hope Hype got his movie done because after this I don’t think too many people are gonna want to put his face on TV or film again.

JH: It’s a movie about his life so it doesn’t matter and it’s not like…ewwwww, is that a tooth hanging off his lip?

Dante slides back into the ring, getting to his feet and yelling at Logan to make the count. When the referee refuses, Dante raises his fist, but he gets spun around by a hand on his shoulder.

BOOM!!

CARLOS CRUSHES DANTE WITH A STIFF RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW!!

JH: THE BIGGEST RIGHT HAND IN THE WORLD™!!

TM: DANTE’S STILL STANDING!! HE’S STILL STANDING!!

Dante’s head snaps to the side, but he brings it up slowly, sending a wad of blood and spit into Hype’s face. Hype’s expression is in full anger mode when…

BOOM!!

ANOTHER STIFF RIGHT HAND TO DANTE’S FACE!!

JH: AAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!

TM: OH MY GOOOOOOD!!

JH: THE BIGGEST RIGHT HAND IN THE WORLD™…AGAIN!!

This time Dante’s legs buckle and he drops to a knee. Hype smells the end of the match coming. He rears back and sends another punch hurdling toward Dante’s head…

JH: A THIRD TIME!!

BUT DANTE’S HAND FLIES UP AND CATCHES THE FIST!!

TM: HE CAUGHT IT!! HE CAUGHT THE PUNCH!!

Dante rises up, bending Hype’s fist backward. Hype’s knees start to weaken under him but he finds a quick burst of energy, burying his shoulder under Dante’s ribs and driving him to the ropes SENDING BOTH MEN THROUGH THEM AND TO THE FLOOR!!

JH: Dante had Carlos crumpling to his knees but Hype’s quick burst seems to have saved him in a last ditch effort.

Dante scrambles to his feet on the floor and Hype is right behind him. Dante moves in first and gets taken down by a drop toe hold that crashes him down onto the ladder. Hype gets back to his feet, kicking Dante off the ladder. He picks the ladder up and sets it up on the floor. Hype grabs Dante by the head and pulls him to his feet, smacking his head off one of the ladder rungs.

JH: Hype is making use of that ladder but now I’m starting to wonder just how good an idea that really is.

He positions Dante back first on one side of the ladder, moving around to the other side he climbs a few steps and grabs two handfuls of Dante’s hair.

JH: Hype’s got evil intentions in mind, whatever he has planned.

He climbs one side of the ladder, pulling Dante by the hair up the other side. Nearing the top, Hype hooks in a chicken wing on Dante and helps him the rest of the way up.

TM: Oh no. He’s not gonna do that from the ladder?

JH: Carlos Kane is setting up The Franchise, at least from the looks of it. If he hits that from the ladder, this match is definitely over.

Once at the top, Hype goes for a half nelson, but Dante fights him off with a back elbow to the head!! Dante fires another back elbow, but Hype ducks it and Dante spins around nearly losing his balance and falling off the ladder. Hype comes up and lands a hard elbow to Dante’s jaw that would knock him off but Dante wisely grabs hold of the top of the ladder.

JH: They’re just brawling on top of that ladder now.

TM: Hey it’s better than Hype taking Dante off it with The Franchise.

Hype rears back and throws a punch, but Dante sways to the side to avoid it. He grabs Hype by the head and smacks his face off the top of the ladder. Dante steps up the ladder and quickly pulls Hype into a double underhook. The crowd starts to go wild BUT HYPE STARTS TO STRAIGHTEN UP AND DANTE’S FEET COME OFF THE LADDER!!

TM: NO! NO! NOOOO!!

But Dante thinks quickly and drives the point of his elbow between Hype’s shoulder blades!! He rehooks the arm THEN DRAGS HYPE OVER THE LADDER AND DRIVES HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE FLOOR!!

JH: OH MY GOD!!

TM: SOMEBODY CALL NINE ONE OOOOOOONE!!

Dante bounces off his knees and falls backwards doing a reverse somersault and getting his legs under himself shakily. The crowd is wild with cheers, chanting “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Logan Black is on the floor immediately checking on Dante who’s propped up by the timekeeper’s table. Dante shoves the referee away telling him to check on Hype. Logan Black checks on the Franchise Player and waves his hands in the air.

DING! DING! DING!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by knock out and NEW ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION!! DANTE!! COOOOOOLLLEEESSS!!

The crowd doesn't get a chance to respond as 'Toxic' immediately hits the speakers. Dante and everyone else looks towards the entrance way as Madison Lee makes her way out onto the stage. Her eyes are locked on Dante as she storms towards the ring. Logan Black hesitates with the UEC belt, watching the boss strut towards the ring.

JH: What the heck is Madison Lee doing coming out here?

TM: She's gonna reverse the decision! Excessive rough-housing!

JH: Don't be stupid!

Madison climbs into the ring under the middle rope and walks past Dante, the two never breaking eye-contact the whole time. Madison snatches the UEC from Logan's hands and demands a microphone, which he promptly retrieves for her. Madison moves back around Dante, holding the UEC in one arm and raising the microphone to her lips. But she doesn't speak. Instead the boss just glares over at Dante who has the same disgust in his eyes as he looks over in Madison's direction.

JH: What the hell is going on here?

TM: I'm telling you! She's gonna reverse the decision!

Madison's scowl, however, slowly transforms into a smile as she continues to stare down Dante. As surprising as it may be, Dante's lips also form a grin, letting out a laugh as he points over at Hype's fallen form and says something to Madison that isn't picked up by any microphones.

TM: What... she... he... they're happy?!

JH: I... I'm as confused as you, Thomas.

Madison: Ladies and gentleman, allow me to introduce to you someone who's more than hype... TNT's REAL MVP and NEW Ultimate Endurance Champion... THE ICON-- DANTE COLES!

Shock. Disbelief. Incredulity... yes, it's a word. It all washes over the masses as they basically ask "Say what?!" Their shock intensifies as they watch Madison Lee put the UEC around Dante's waist and raise the man's hand in victory. The man she hates. The man she helped Kennedy screw so many months ago. The shock turns to anger as they watch their "babyface main-eventer" siding with the biggest enemy in the free world.

JH: I cannot believe this! Did Dante... did he...

TM: Don't say it! Don't steal the cliché.

JH: He sold his soul to the devil for a piece of gold!

TM: Ugh! You said it! I don't get the big deal. Dante is awesome! Madison is awesome! It's a match made in heaven!

JH: A match made in hell! And you hate Dante!

TM: I do not!

Madison continues to hold Dante's hand up in victory as the two celebrate his UEC win. They're interrupted however, as Logan Black and Tony Clarke help Carlos Kane out of the ring and try to escort him to the back. Dante makes a move for him but Madison holds him back before bringing the microphone back to her lips.

Madison: Oh, and Carlos, when you regain consciousness, hopefully one of your "many fans" can inform you that... you're... FIRED!

Sick, twisted grins come across both the GM and UEC's faces as they watch Carlos Kane escorted backstage, completely out of it and unable to realize what's going. Madison raises Dante's arm back up before the Icon moves to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up to celebrate his victory with the millions and millions... err, all the people in attendance.

JH: I don't believe this! Dante and Madison... those things with Kennedy weren't coincidences!

TM: Gee, you're quick!

JH: And now Carlos Kane is fired?! Can she do that?!

TM: She can do what she wants. She's the boss! And with people like Kennedy and Dante in her camp, you better like it!

The camera closes in on the UEC, still reading "Carlos 'Hype' Kane" but now wrapped around Dante's caramelicious waist. Yeah, I said it!

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