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Tuesday Night Throwdown; February 7, 2006
Topic Started: Feb 8 2006, 12:07 AM (125 Views)
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here ya go create another fable!
[/align]

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

Grab a brush and put a little makeup
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Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wake Up!

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

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

JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the final Tuesday Night Throwdown before Deja Vu! We are live in the SBC Center in Dallas, Texas! I'm Jonathan Hitchen--

TM: And I'm Thomas Moore! And I'm so excited for tonight's show! There's a rumor that Kennedy and Madison are BOTH gonna be here!

JH: Thanks for cutting me off. And yes, that is the rumor going around. I'm more interested in seeing an appearance of Madison Lee tonight, if I'm honest.

TM: So you've finally come around to the heterosexual world?

JH: Shut up. I meant because of what transpired last Tuesday as TNT went off the air.

TM: Oh, yes. The greatest moment in TNT history. Let's see it again, please?

Moore's wish is granted as the TNT recap frame fits the screen and takes us back to last week. Dante Coles is standing in the center of the ring, post-match, staring back at Madison Lee, who has a microphone and the UEC belt in her hands.

JH: What the hell is going on here?

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

Madison smiles over at Dante, who surprising grins back, 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!

The shock instilled within the fans intensifies as they watch Madison Lee put the UEC around Dante's waist and raise the man's hand in victory. 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! He sold his soul to the devil for a piece of gold!

TM: Dante is awesome! Madison is awesome! It's a match made in heaven!

JH: A match made in hell!

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 Coles's waist.


JH: That was last week and tonight, we'll hopefully get some answers but that isn't all we've got in store tonight. We've also got--

Again, Jonathan is cut off. But this time it's not by Thomas. It's the house lights fading on him as they're replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that receives a huge pop from the crowd! “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage. No, that's not Dante. As the spotlight focuses on the figure we find ourselves staring at General Manager Madison.

JH: Oh good. Maybe we'll get the answers here and now.

TM: I couldn't care less about answers. I'm just glad Madison's starting us off tonight.

The booing that came over the crowd after the initial pop for a former favorite's theme music only intensifies when Madison Lee graces the Texas crowd with her presence. She steps further out onto the stage and off to the side as she glances back into the entrance way.

JH: Oh, he's gonna make a grand entrance. He's certainly running with Madison now.

TM: What's wrong with making a grand entrance every now and again? He won the second highest title on TNT, he deserves it!

Out from the shadows and into the spotlight steps… Kennedy? Yeah. Still no Ultimate Endurance Champion as the number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship decides to bask in the lack of adulation from the live audience. The two ladies share a smirk with one another before making their way towards the ring.

JH: Kennedy? What is Kennedy doing out here?

TM: As if she needs a reason? She's the number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship! She's facing Swytch this Sunday on pay-per-view! She doesn't need a reason!

JH: But where's Dante? That's his music!

The two women climb into the ring and step center stage to continue receiving praise from a crowd that refuses to cooperate. Madison retrieves two microphones from ringside before rejoining Kennedy in the center of the ring and handing a microphone over to her. Dante's music eventually fades, revealing how much the crowd really does not want to be seeing these two right now.

Madison: Surprise!

Just when the crowd thought they were done booing, they are forced to start up again as Madison tries to gloat over some surprise she has pulled on them. How rude. Wrestling fans are the smartest! They scour the Internet for hours just to find out what's gonna happen next so they can complain it was predictable!

TM: I like when Madison's the surprise. I wanted her to surprise me on my birthday but she wouldn't.

JH: I exhibit no surprise.

TM: Hey!

Madison: I'm sure you're asking yourselves just what surprise I'm referring to? And the easy answer is… all of them! For over two and a half years I have been the general manager of Tuesday Night Throwdown and I have managed to make each and every single one of you so-called "smart fans" look like idiots at every turn!

Again with the insults? First she flaunts a surprise over them and now she has the nerve to say she's smarter than all of them? That's just arrogance. Plain and simple.

JH: Excuse me? That's a bit egotistical.

Madison: Oh, don't pretend for a second that it isn't true. I brought in two of the sickest bastards this company has ever seen in Tier and Swytch. And I brought back legends like Fearod! Brighty! Kailey Lane! I even managed to sneak Slam! elitist Ragin' onto TNT right under all your noses! And I've created some of the most memorable matches in FIW History. Towering Inferno! Double Jeopardy! I presented the infamous Night of Champions!

TM: True, true. All of that is true.

JH: It is true but I don't know if any of that makes her smarter than us.

TM: The fact that she can walk and talk at the same time makes her smarter than you.

Madison: So last week was just another of my many great moments as a General Manager. Carlos Kane was a ticking time-bomb. He liked to talk big and pretend he was the future of this company. But I learned quickly that Carlos Kane was going to destroy my show. *shrugs* So I took care of him. Big deal. I found someone bigger and better than the hype. I found the real deal.

Madison pauses, allowing the crowd to respond in whatever manner they feel the need to. Some cheer for Dante Coles, liking the fact that he's finally getting some recognition even if it's through a partnership with Madison. Most boo Madison for taking away one of the top athletes in TNT.

JH: That's all Madison's opinion, of course.

TM: You don't agree that Dante is a great athlete?

JH: I didn't say that. I was referring to Madison's comments on Carlos Kane.

TM: Pfft! Hype! Who ever liked that clown? Certainly not me.

Madison: Oh, you all don't believe me? That's fine. You're all entitled to your own opinions. I couldn't really care less what you think. Jealousy is a very ugly color on every single one of you. But I'm sure you're all anxious to see Dante tonight. So you can cast your stones at him? Call him a sell-out?

The crowd pop at the mention of the man they thought they were gonna see from the get-go. What they want to see him for is still in question.

Madison: Well too bad! Dante Coles is currently enjoying martinis on a private yacht in the Caribbean's. You see, I reward real talent very well. And after Dante destroyed the publicity stunt that is Carlos Kane and ripped the Ultimate Endurance Championship from Hype's hands, I decided he deserved some time off.

JH: What? Didn't he just get back from time off?

TM: Excuse me! You aren't in charge of assigning people dates to work!

JH: Whatever.

Madison: So Dante Coles won't be here tonight and he also won't be at Deja Vu this Sunday. Sorry to disappoint you… actually, I'm really not.

The crowd boo her some more. Eh, what can a little more hurt?

Madison: However. Someone who will not only be at Deja Vu, but will be leaving as the new Dual Crown Champion… TNT's star player… everyone's favorite… Kennedy!

Madison smirks as she motions towards Kennedy as if she were a prize on Wheel of Fortune. And she just might be as we all know none of you could afford her without winning a game show. Anyways, the crowd doesn't really care how expensive she is. They don't like her attitude. Regardless, Kennedy steps forward, a proud smirk on her own face.

Kennedy: Thanks Maddy. You know, I've been having so much fun with Swytch these past couple of months. Maneuvering myself in and out of his head, playing the scared little lamb that gets him all excited in the bathing suit area and then throwing some deadweight in his path just to make sure he's that much more frustrated.

Kennedy's mouth takes on a flirty pout as she speaks about getting Swytch aroused. That is what she's doing, right? Sounds like it. And when you're this high on yourself, it's not hard to believe she believes that's how it goes down. She flashes a smirk over at Madison, who also seems to be enjoying how this is going down.

JH: Oh please. Swytch is anxious to get his hands on Kennedy, but it's not in the way she thinks.

TM: Oh, you think for Swytch now? You know what he wants? That's some power you got there, retard.

Kennedy: So, right now, I wanna bring Swytch down here so that I can have some more fun with him. Plus, I have a very special surprise for him.

Whoo! The crowd pop hardcore for Kennedy's idea. See? They like her. Or, wait. I think they like the idea of Swytch coming to eat her liver. Kennedy and Madison both turn their attention towards the entrance stage.

Kennedy: So Swytch, sweetie pie, can you pleeease come down to the ring right now?

The crowd cheer Swytch on, hoping to bring him to the ring for another encounter with the number one contender. Especially considering how she narrowly escaped a beating from him last week.

JH: Yeah, that's a good idea. I'd love to see Swytch down here right now.

TM: Do you really think Swytch would pass up the chance to be close to Kennedy?

After waiting so long that the crowd get tired of cheering, Kennedy and Madison exchange a look with one another. The corners of their mouths tug into smiles before they both share a laugh.

Kennedy: Oh, that's right. The other man you were all hoping to see tonight also isn't here.

The crowd is irate as they rain down on Kennedy with more heat than before. Believe it or not, people don't really like being made to look stupid. They also don't like being disappointed.

Kennedy: It seems Swytch finally realized that I had gotten inside his head. Deeper than any brain cells could exist inside him. Looks like he's hoping to distance himself from me in hopes of gaining back some type of psychological advantage. But you know what? Unless he can drill me out of his head in less than a week, he's got a huge problem on his hands. Because Deja Vu is this Sunday and if he doesn't show… well, that'd be like forfeiting the title, wouldn't it? And don't give me that bull about a title needing to be won by pinfall, submission or knock-out. Because we all know, Swytch is a "special" champion. So he gets "special" rules.

Madison takes this opportunity, despite the crowd's liking of Kennedy's rant, to step back into the conversation.

Madison: That is correct. Swytch is special. And seeing as how Swytch decided to no-show the event tonight, I'm forced to take action against him. I mean, I can't have Swytch no-showing at Deja Vu and ruining the event for everyone who's going to pay to see it. So therefore, if Swytch does not show at Deja Vu for his Dual Crown title defense, he will be STRIPPED of the title and I will personally award it to the very deserving number one contender-- Kennedy!

JH: She can't do that!

TM: I keep telling you, Hitchen. She's the boss! She can do what she wants. Besides, the way Swytch no-showed tonight, this punishment is very lenient compared to what she could do.

Kennedy beams with pride as Madison sings the praises of her in not-so-many words, the whole while the crowd is letting Madison know how much they hate that idea. Kennedy's expression turns harsh as she brings the microphone back to her lips.

Kennedy: You hear that, Swytch? That is, if your mind is capable of comprehending anything that isn't about you perceiving yourself some kind of fear incarnate. At Deja Vu, those Dual Crown titles, the ones you never earned! They're going to be mine. Whether you show up to take the ass-kicking you deserve, or if you decide to run and hide like the little mistake you are… I will get what is mine! At Deja Vu, a REAL champion is going to take over! Reality bites, doesn't it?

Kennedy throws her microphone down to the canvas, feedback screeching over the speakers as 'Lies' cuts over the system. Kennedy promptly leaves the ring, her expression cold and hard as she ignores anyone else around her. Madison slowly follows behind while the crowd boo them both more intensely now.

JH: That's ironic, Kennedy talking about reality. While she sits in her delusional world where everyone wants her.

TM: It's not delusional! It's reality! Stop thinking with Swytch's brain!

JH: Whatever. All I know is that in five days, Kennedy's gonna get in that ring with Swytch and she's either gonna have to face him like the woman she claims to be, or she's gonna have to give up her dreams of the Dual Crown and run like the sane woman she should be.

TM: You don't think Kennedy can take Swytch?

JH: You're damn right I don't think she can! I'm man enough to admit that.

As the ladies exit through the curtain, the TNT’tron flickers to life. It would appear that a camera is some where within the parking lot. Smarty Smark shuts the trunk of a car while Extreme Ninja #2 stands beside him. Tonight Smarty Smark is wearing a black suit with a white t-shirt and a black tie and to top it off a black hat, looking rather professional for once. Walking onto the screen is Smarty Smark’s assistant, Paper Bag Man, who Smarty greets with a devilish grin.

Smarty Smark: Is it?

PBM: It’s all set and ready to go.

Smarty Smark: Excellent, next step Déjà vu.

Carefully Smarty Smark takes off his glasses and pulls out another pair that he sets on his face. He flicks the second pair of shades attached to the glasses down so they now are sun glasses.

Smarty Smark: As the great duo known once many moons ago as the Blues Brothers once said, let’s hit the road.

Smarty Smark rushes over to the driver’s side and can be heard opening the door off camera and getting in. Paper Bag Man looks over at Extreme Ninja #2 who is staring and has been straight at the floor and sign less. Though it seems like some thing is making Smarty Smark’s assistant rather uncomfortable.

PBM: Look Ninja I tried to te-

Not letting Paper Bag Man finish Extreme Ninja #2 slowly walks to the back door on the driver’s side and gets in. Paper Bag Man lets out a soft sigh and looks at the ground much like Ninja was a moment ago.

PBM: Next step, Madison Square Garden I suppose..

Paper Bag Man kicks at the air lazily before turning around and walking towards the door of the car as the tron stops transmission.

The Tron crackles to life as white static fluctuates across a black screen as if someone were trying to adjust the picture. Black and white images fade into view of the kneeling females that line the walkway honoring Ragin' as he enters the arena.

The crowd begins to boo for the man they love to hate. As the images flicker on and off like an old silent movie, a voice rings out in a narration of sorts.

"Gluttony...Extravagance marked by overindulgence, misplaced sensuality, and a deprivation of others."

Various fans in the crowd look at one another wondering if they just heard who they thought they heard. The rest continue booing, still assuming this is something from Ragin'. What they get is a surprise though, as the screen cuts off with a loud *thud*.

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

The Tron snaps to life again showing the same white static criss-crossing the screen as earlier in the show.

"Greed..."

The screen flickers into showing various entrances in which Ragin' is taking off his shirt before the match. Each and everyone of his "shirts of many colors" are opulent and expensive. Some silk, some in fine linen, others satin, all providing the look of wealth and stature that Ragin' so lovingly employs. Once more the voice reaches out to those who will hear.

"To crave more and more, be it wealth or power."

One by one, the fans begin to recognize that Kailey Lane is performing the voice-over. The boos change to whispered murmors as they wonder aloud what is going on. Pictures flick on and off revealing Ragin's mansion and various cars. Once again, the screen suddenly goes black accompanied by a loud *thud*.

[align=center]Melanie Halstead vs. Curtis
Melanie Halstead defeated Curtis with the Tension and the Spark.[/align]

The cameras cut backstage to take us inside the personal locker room of Cruiserweight Champion April Lynn. She hangs her title up on a hook in one of the open lockers before taking a seat on her white couch, slipping on a pair of black knee-high boots. She stands, straightening her skirt just as a knock comes at the door, startling her slightly.

April: Come on in.

The door opens, revealing Graver with one hand shoved into the pocket of his acid-washed jeans. He waves a salute and shuffles in.

Graver: Hey. My car needs new hubcaps... fuckin' Texans. Can you give me a lift to the theater?

April: Oh. Sure.

April grabs her coat out of the locker, slipping it on as she turns back to Graver.

April: So did we pick a movie already? I'm having trouble remembering.

Graver scratches his hair a bit, shrugging slightly.

Graver: Eh, I think we were gonna pick when we got there. Y'know. Should be somethin' good playin' soon.

Graver takes a few more steps into the locker room, looking around.

Graver: Nice place you got here.

April also glances around, as if she's forgotten what the room looks like.

April: Thanks. Rich dad and all that. Plus, obviously, being the champion doesn't hurt.

Graver takes a few steps closer, still looking around, nodding. He's definitely in April's personal space right now, not even a foot of air separating them.

Graver: Rich dad, that's cool. My dad's rich, too, actually. Runs this wrestling promotion somewhere. S'not a bad place, but... y'know.

He shrugs.

Graver: You're not in it.

It seems as though Graver meant that to be a "what do you care, you're not in it", but the inflection it came out with made it an "I'm not in it because you're not there" sorta thing. His face ticks with the Freudian slip, but he maintains his composure. April nonchalantly backs her upper-half away from Graver, unable to step back thanks to the sofa being in her way. She chuckles nervously at what's currently transpiring.

April: Hmm. That's really… neat. Did you want to get going? Movie starts at… oh, well, we haven't picked one yet. But it probably starts soon.

Graver: Yeah... soon.

He looks down, then takes his hands out of his pockets, smoothing them against his jeans.

Graver: You ever... uh... wanna do somethin' you know you shouldn't? Y'know? Like... somethin' you think might make someone important mad... but you just... y'know. You just wanna do it anyway? Just to do it? 'Cuz you, like... need to?

More nervous laughter comes from April as she's seemingly unable to control it now, moving a couple steps to the side as that she can put some space between herself and the guy she's going to see a movie with that isn't a date.

April: No. No, I can't say that I ever have. But if I did, I probably wouldn't do it.

Graver nods and looks down, but then perks his head back up.

Graver: But... don't you ever wonder what you'd've missed? Y'know, the rush... the... ... happiness? I mean... y'know. Say you found yourself in this situation, right? And... and you don't take advantage, y'know? And it's like... what if? Right? For the rest of your life.

April slowly nods her heads, looking as if she's concentrating really hard on what Graver's saying. So hard that she's possibly trying to analyze it here and now.

April: Advantage. Not always a good thing to take. Because, you know, there are consequences. And consequences are not always good. In fact, they're traditionally known to be bad. So… you then realize that you made the right choice by not taking the advantage.

April nods her head yet again. This time, however, it's more strict as she attempts to convince Graver of her point of view. Graver smiles, just a little bit. The smallest of laughs escapes in a breath.

Graver: C'mon, now. You're tellin' me you've never taken advantage of a good situation?

April stands more rigid now, seemingly becoming irritated over this delay in plans.

April: No. I think emphatically not. Wait…

And we're waiting as confusion comes over April's angered demeanor.

April: What situation are we talking about?

We'd be seeing a thin sheen of sweat on Graver's forehead right now, but he are not a sweaty man. Instead, he raises an eyebrow.

Graver: What situation do you THINK I'm talking about?

From worried to irritated to confused and back to worried is the rollercoaster of April's disposition.

April: Well, one would get the impression we're talking about something illegal… and--and I'm not as weak as I look. I'm, in fact, quite strong for my size. I believe you discovered that first-hand when I won that championship by pinning you.

Back to angered is the look April wears on her face. Unfortunately the thin mask of anger gives way to the fact she's still worried.

April: And you know what? I don't think we should go see a movie tonight. I've changed my mind. I've got other plans. So… I think you should leave.

April stands her ground, albeit a little shaky but it's her ground she stands. Graver looks around like a nervous groundhog, then settles his eyes on April.

Graver: Dude... what the hell are you talking about? What, do you think I'm trying to sell you drugs or something? Jeez, you try to tell a girl--

Graver shakes his head.

Graver: No, y'know what, forget it. Forget I ever tried.

He waves his hands in dismissal as he turns to make for the door. Feeling like a complete idiot now, it takes April nearly his entire departure to muster up the courage to go after him. But she does, getting to him just as he gets a hand on the doorknob.

April: I'm sorry. Wait. I don't know what I just did back there.

Graver hesitates, looking back over his shoulder to see if there's anything else she has to say.

April: I'm an idiot. I thought that… well, I think we both know what I thought and it's stupid and I'd rather not say it out loud.

She sighs, shaking her head in complete humiliation.

April: I don't have any other plans tonight. So, if you still want to see that movie… it can even be my treat. I've suddenly got an extra $400 to burn.

Graver: We both know a lot of things, huh? Like we both know we've been having a good time. On our dates. And you can call 'em that. It's not like everyone else in the world doesn't know what's goin' on.

Graver thumbs toward the omnipresent cameraman, now having turned to face April in full.

Graver: Hey, all I'm sayin' is I'm diggin' you... and I think you're diggin' me too. But I don't want you to do this out of pity or anything. I want you to do it 'cuz... 'cuz y'know. It's something you want to do. Something fun you might wanna take advantage of.

He makes sure to stress those last three words. Like a deer caught in the headlights, April stares back at Graver. Glancing nervously at the camera before settling her gaze back on Graver.

April: Whoa. Um… thanks. I appreciate it. But there's nothing going on for anyone to know. I mean, you're really nice, Graver. As a friend. But not… THAT way.

Again, April glances over at the camera for a brief second, possibly wishing right now it wasn't capturing this awkward moment in her life. Graver sighs and shurgs.

Graver: All right, bitch. Wanted to do this the easy way, but you gotta go and be difficult.

Graver rams both hands into her shoulders, knocking April back against her sofa, catching her by surprise. He quickly pounces on top of her, holding her against the white leather. Ignoring her squirming and fighting, Graver utters three words;

Graver: One!... Two!... Three!

April winces, waiting for the worse as he reaches "three", but instead he hops up, snatches her Cruiserweight Championship belt off the hook, and runs for the door.

Graver: It's been fun, sweet cheeks.

And with that, he's gone, slamming the door behind him.

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"Lust..."

The black and white film now shows Natalya Vladek, Ragin's manager, carressing Ragin's body as they make their way to the ring. Individual shots of the barely-clothed women that bow around them blink on and off like a slideshow.

"I don't think I need to explain that one, do I Ragin'?. Keep it up... IF you can."

The snide little giggle that follows seems unlike our girl, but she has reasons, or so say some of the fans who are arguing amongst themselves. Their arguments are rudely interrupted by another loud *thud* as the screen goes black once more.

The TNT cameras cut backstage where Onikage is sitting with what appears to be a photo album tucked under his arm. Sitting in the rather comfortable looking chair in his locker room Onikage stares into the camera. Unlike most of the time he isn’t in his ring gear ready for battle. Rather he is besides his mask wearing a tight black tank top with a skull on the front, some what similar to the one the Punisher bears. His pants by the looks of it are a black martial arts gi style pants.

Onikage: It’s a feeling all of us encounter at least once in our natural born lives. Just one of those things in life that is unavoidable at all costs. Even if you never wanted to feel this way you have at some point in your life. Perhaps it was sitting and eating at your favorite place when you saw some one there you knew. Or maybe it was driving along in your car and you saw some one or some thing.

Onikage leans forward slightly and gazes rather calmly yet eerily intense at the camera.

Onikage: It is the feeling that you’ve had this happen before or that you’ve seen this thing before. Yet you just can’t put your finger on when or where exactly for most. For most it isn’t until much later that they realize, oh yes, that was why it seemed so familiar to me. This is the feeling of Déjà vu, the memories of the past trying to cling to your mind to remind you of another time. Whether it happened exactly like that before or it was just some thing similar, Déjà vu occurs.

Mister Ordinary rests the book in his lap and folds his arms over the leather bound album. His head tilting to the left side causing all the hair on his right to fall down towards the left. Gently his finger tips run across the pieces of leather crudely sewed together to make up his mask.

Onikage: However this moment shall occur for one James O’Brien next Sunday. At first he shall find it only oddly familiar but won’t be able to put his finger on it. But soon enough when he lays on the canvas a shattered and shamed man, it will come to him. Suddenly his mind will be rushed by memories of the bell ringing like it is and then memories of the music playing like it is. Just like that…

In the blink of the eye Onikage snaps his fingers in front of the camera.

Onikage: Just, like, that it’ll come back to James where he remembers this. A bitter sweet taste flooding his senses as he looks up and I look back down at him. The realization that for the second time you’ve been defeated at my hands…

Remember James...remember...you were the one who asked for this match, you were the one. It is after all...for your own good that you remember that...


And with that said the camera cuts else where...

[align=center]Chris Love vs. Loon 2.5
Chris Love drew Loon 2.5 via double count-out.[/align]

TNT cues to... Black? Blargh, somebody tell the director to cue to commer-

No, no. Wait a second. As we begin to pan to our right, four or five candles look to be lit; the small flames dancing atop their wicks. As we continue our pan rightward, albeit dimly lit, we make out former Spirit Of Honour, Fighting Spirit, Ultimate Endurance & Dual Crown Champion Jim O'Brien. Decked out in his wrestling attire but sans the black tanktop, his head lowered sloemnly, he leans his back to the wall behind him. His only movement the rising & lowering of his chest as he breathes. But soon, the raising & lowering of his jaw and the vibration of his vocal chords join in his movement.


O'Brien: I confess to you, Almighty God... And to all my brothers & sisters... That come Deja Vu, I will sin through Onikage's fault.

Jim then brings a hand up & taps a closed fist against his chest, his heart. As he says with an eerie calm in his tone...

O'Brien: In his thoughts & in his words... In what he's done & what he's failed to do, ultimately ridding me of TNT; And I ask blessed Mary, ever virgin... All the angels & saints... All my brothers & sisters to pray for me to the Lord our God... As I rip the flesh from his frame. Break every bone in his body. Crush his beating heart with my bare hands.

Jim pauses & inhales the air, the atmosphere, the hatred that surrounds him. But he breaks that deafening silence.

O'Brien: May almighty God have mercy on me, for I know I will not show it to Onikage. Forgive me of the sins I will commit at Deja Vu, & empower me to bring everlasting pain & suffering unto Onikage.

Jim's head tilts upwards & stares dead set into the camera. Emptiness, malevolence behind his eyes.

O'Brien: Amen.

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"Sloth... A disinclination to action... "

A quick scene of Ragin' carting Natalya away from "Ms. Lane" after the first time they meet again after two years.

"But that didn't last long, did it? Envy..."

The scene switches to a shots from the Halloween party as a glaring Ragin' watches Kailey dancing and laughing with Remy. This is quickly followed by the scene of Ragin' standing at Kailey's back, whispering something in her ear, only to leave the party alone. Once again, the Tron goes blank, and this time a few fans join in making the sound of the *thud* along with that from the speakers.

The camera pans from ringside to a locker room where all of Onikage’s students from the previous show are relaxing, all except one that is. JJ is pacing around the room around the rest of the other students who lazily watch him.

Hokage: Dude...what’s your problem? Relax.

JJ: My problem? My problem goes by two names, Jim O’Brien and Kendra Norton.

Victor: Don’t worry about it, the boss has this one taken care of. Jimmy boy won’t know what flew at him when he is done.

JJ turns and gives Victor a rather disgusted look as if Victor is the dumbest man in the world or some thing.

JJ: Jim isn’t who I’m worried about, I mean yeah I expect he’ll want some payback for last week but whatever. Sensei can easily handle him solo; after all he’s proven that already. What I’m worried about is that demon spawn called Kendra Norton will decide to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong. After all she wouldn’t want to see her precious hero Jim loses like even she knows he will alone to sensei.

Jeff: Sensei told you to just stand at ringside and stay out of this, so don’t bother with trying to hatch some plot.

JJ: I am though but not with Jim, I’ll let sensei handle Jim all to himself. However if that evil woman tries to interfere I’m going to set her back down a few notches. Teach her not to try and get involved in a battle of honor like sensei and that Hobo are having.

Larry: This wouldn’t have any thing to do with the fact she made you tap twice and helped Jim kick your ass, now would it?

The head student turns his attention to the newest who is grinning like a man just let out of jail after fifty years. JJ them smirks and scoffs a bit at Larry trying to brush it off.

JJ: Huh? Oh, those, I had nearly forgotten about all of that stuff. No, don’t be ridiculous Larry, like I’d hold a grudge like that. Kendra just better be ready come Sunday...

His smirk widens as he punches his right fist into his left palm, Larry and Jeff shaking their heads at JJ.

JJ: Because the kid gloves come off.

Hokage: Dude...lame..

And with that the camera fades to black.

It's dark, quiet, even a little creepy. No, this is not the boiler room of the SBC Center. Currently we are 350 miles west of Dallas, somewhere in Odessa, Texas standing on the front porch of a dilapidated house.

"It's still standing, just barely."

It's then that a figure moves out of the shadows, a stark white puddle that is Swytch's face pouring from the darkness.

"It's been nine years, nine long years since I left this place. Funny, it doesn't look much different, not in the dark, but I know this place is falling apart."

He grabs the door handle in front of him, twisting it and pulling it and not surprisingly the handle pulls right off the door, much of the wood around it crumbling away. The door slowly swings open being freed of the doorknob's latches. Walking through the door it's clear the interior of the home isn't any better than the exterior. Immediately to the right is a set of stairs leading to a second floor.

"Home, sweet home."

He looks around the small room, a beat up old couch sitting on one side, it's upholstery rotting away to nothing so the springs show through. To the left of it is a recliner that's in just as bad a shape as the couch. Swytch is done taking in the scenery and heads for the stairs. He grabs the railing that leads up the wall, taking careful steps so as to not fall through the weak stairs. He reaches the top of the stairs to the landing. There's two rooms on this floor, one to the right and one to the left. He opts for the room on the right, grabbing the handle and turning then pushing the door open. It swings open with an elongated creak that would just put goosebumps on the back of your neck.

Swytch walks into the room cautiously. Looking around it we can see a bed against the wall, the mattress covered in dirt and dust. Against another wall is a dresser, also covered in dust, a couple drawers missing. Across from the bed is the closet, the door long removed from it's hinges and leaned up against the wall. In the closet there is a few empty hangers and hanging from the ceiling a light whose bulb is broken.

"My room, hmm, seems the same."

With that, Swytch turns and leaves the room. He walks from one doorway to the other, the opposite room having no door to obstruct him. He walks into the room and the atmosphere is much different. There are stuffed animals strewn about the floor, all of them moldy and dirty from the years. The walls in this room still had a bit of paint left on them, a pale pink it looked to be in the moonlight.

Swytch's demeanor has changed greatly since entering this room. He's visibly more uptight, his fists clenching at his sides, his jaw clenching tightly, his muscles coiling tightly all over his body. He strides across the room where a small desk sits. Swytch pulls out a wooden chair and sits at the desk, looking down at a few papers scattered across it's surface. He looks at different things sitting on the desk, an odd little rubber monster much like one you'd find in a quarter gumball machine. He flicks it across the desk to the floor with a small grunt. On the other side of the desk something catches Swytch's attention. It's small, white, and shining in the moonlight flowing in through the broken window. Swytch picks it up, holding the object in his palm. It's a scaled down, porcelain replica of those two masks associated with theater, one smiling and the other frowning. An exasperated sigh flows up from his chest and out of his mouth.

"She loved art."

He studied the surface on the porcelain, stark white faces, black around the eyes and lips. He ran his finger over the surface then turned it over in his palm. The back was nowhere near as glossy as the front, but it was just as white and it's own contrasting black markings. Upon closer inspection, Swytch read what it said.

"Katrina Miller."

Instinctively he reached his left hand to his right arm. His fingers ran over his bare arm, goose bumps rising on his inked flesh. Swytch looked from the porcelain figure in his hand to his own arm. His eyes were glassy and unmoving as they stared down at his own marked flesh.

"I'm sorry."

Barely even a whisper from his painted lips. He closed his eyes tight, breathing in sharply and started rocking in the chair. Swytch started mumbling to himself as he rocked, his mumbling growing louder and louder until actual words were starting to become clear.

"It was my fault, my fault, my fault."

His hand gripped more tightly to the trinket. His other hand that had been rubbing his arm was now furiously scratching at the inked skin threatening to turn it raw.

"I'm sorry, Katrina. I'm sorry."

CRUNCH

And just like that he snapped out of it. Swytch uncurled his fingers and looked down to see shattered chunks of porcelain in his hand. A sliver of the material must have embedded itself in his skin because after a few seconds, the white fragment was engulfed in red liquid as it flowed from his finger. Swytch watched it intently, following it as it weaved it's path through the contours of his fingers and into his palm where it clung to other chunks of the broken masks.

"Blood. So red. She was bleeding."

His words were soft and quiet, inhaling deeply he started again.

"They made her bleed."

This time his tone was harsh and angry. He was grinding his teeth now and his eyes were wide with rage. His breath was more ragged on the inhale and a hiss on the exhale.

"I was too small. I couldn't stop them. There was too many."

Swytch's words again were soft. He shivered, closing his eyes again like he was remembering something. His eyes slowly opening and he started breathing more calmly, trying to get things straight in his head.

"There were five of them. They were following us home from school. They always teased me ‘cuz of how small I was, but she was there. She was always there. She stuck up for me."

He closed his eyes again, breathing in deeply. Swytch let the breath out and opened his eyes. They seemed calm, almost serene as he began to speak.

"She always did, ‘I'm your big sister, it's my job' she told me. I'd pretend to be annoyed by it, but I really didn't care. She was the only family I really had. Our mother was dead and our father, well, he was drunk half the time he was awake. The other half he was passed out in his recliner."

He shook his head quickly as if to refocus on what he was saying.

"This time they weren't just following us and teasing me, teasing us. We were nearly home, just another few hundred yards and we'd be home and that's when it happened. I hit the dirt. I was confused, a little shocked, and my head hurt like hell. She kneeled down beside me and checked on me. I was bleeding. They'd thrown a rock and hit me."

His voice started to waver, but he managed to keep himself calm with another deep breath.

"Katrina yelled at them. I could here her cussing at them like a sailor. Fiery temper she had. That's when one of them shoved her out of the way and two other ones picked me up by the arms. Another one punched me right in the stomach and all I could do was throw up on him. That only made him mad. He punched me again and again and again."

Swytch's muscles tensed again. His hand clenched in a fist around the broken shards of the porcelain figurine.

"Katrina bolted up off the ground and jumped on him and rode him to the ground. She was screaming bloody murder pounding his face into the gravel and I couldn't help but smile, as much as it hurt. That's when the two who weren't holding me went after her. They grabbed her arms and yanked her off the other guy and threw her to the ground. She kicked at them and screamed and flailed her arms. The other guy got up and the three of them surrounded her when she tried to get up."

His voice was growing harsher and raspier. Swytch's grip tightened so much blood began to trickle from his palm to his wrist.

"They started kicking her first, in the ribs, in the stomach, in the head and in the back. She was screaming still, but it wasn't angry like before. It was full of pain. I watched, and I couldn't do anything, not even when she called my name. I couldn't do anything."

A loud growl roared up from Swytch's guts and burst out through his lips. His eyes were wide, the whites bloodshot and his nostrils flaring with every breath.

"I watched them beat her until she stopped moving. The two that were holding had let me go and were grabbing their friends, pulling them away. When the three that beat her had seen she wasn't moving, they panicked and the five of them ran off. I fell to my hands and knees and crawled over to her. She was breathing, barely. She was a mess, her faced was battered, dark bruises were already forming on her arms and neck, and the blood…God, the blood."

A deep snarl from Swytch, as he stared out the window, anger having taken over him. He stared and stared, his breath short and shallow as he fumed retelling the story.

"She was covered in it, all her own. I crawled up besides her, reaching my hand out and taken hers. She winced in pain and I knew why, I heard the crunch of her bone when her arm moved. I would have let go, but she gave my hand a squeeze and she…she smiled. Bright as day, like she'd always done, she smiled at me."

Swytch's eyes moved to his hand now and he saw the blood dripping from his clenched fist. He uncurled his fingers and saw the pooling crimson fluid in his palm.

"It was weak, barely even a whisper, but I heard it. She was saying my name. I leaned in closer to her, turning my ear to her lips and I felt it. Unmistakable, even in her condition, in this situation, she'd kissed me on the cheek and said it was ok. I looked down at her and I'd tried to say the words, but all that came out was air. My mouth formed the words and she knew what I'd say, because she told me again that it was ok, it wasn't my fault…but it was."

Swytch slammed his palm down on the desk, blood and porcelain fragments spraying out from beneath his calloused flesh and across the wooden desk.

"It was my fault."

He breathed in deeply again, closing his eyes as tight as he could. In the moonlight, a single line on his face shimmered in the light. His painted face was glossy just like the porcelain figure he'd once held, where that streak stretched from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth.

"That day is what drives me. It's what drives me now. It's what I base my actions on. It has nothing to do with you, Kennedy and I warn you to tread lightly on the matter."

Swytch turned away from the window, standing up from the chair.

"Everything is personal with me, because I have nothing but myself. But you…you dare cross the line and that is not acceptable. You, so conceited and self-centered, you think this is about you, but it's not."

Swytch runs his hand over the tattoo gracing his arm.

"This is my family. And if you dare mess with that, then you…you're a sicker individual than me, Kennedy. I'm warning you now. Don't take it there, Kennedy. You'll regret it…I promise you that."

There's a calmness on Swytch's face, in his eyes. He looks on for a brief moment then turns his back and walks through the door of the room.

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"Arrogance..."

The scratchy black and white film begins again and now shows Ragin' on stage as the smoke billows, his head bowed low in mock humility. The hate/hate relationship he has with the fans does not seem deter his act of righteousness in the least.

"'An impression of superiority manifested in an overbearing manner. An excessive appreciation of one's own worth or virtue."

A collection of scenes fly rapidly across the screen of Ragin' with different wrestlers from TNT and Slam!, showcasing his blatant disrespect for the men, his twisted attempts to manipulate the women, and ends with his gloating face after his meeting with Madison.

"The way I see it, Ragin'... the more you underestimate me, the better off I am..."

The screen cuts to solid black but only for a moment. Abruptly, disjointed video in black and white flashes on the screen showing Ragin's chair shot to Natalya. The film switches between slow motion and regular timing, over and over, and from many different angles.

"...'Cause then you'll never know what hit you!"

When the slideshow ends, it appears as if movie film has spun off of its reel. Immediately the screen is back to full color and narrowed in on some peach-colored spot. That spot is instantly filled with the silver tip of a dart causing a loud
*thud* to reverberate through the speakers. The earlier thuds are now explained as we cut to Kailey holding a dart in her hand.

"You think much to highly of yourself, Grigoriy. I KNOW I have faults. I KNOW I am not perfect. See for yourself..."

Pushing up the sleeve of her red sweater, she turns to eye her target. She flings the dart and everyone in the arena hollers "Thud!" as the dart hits its mark yet again. As the camera pans out, it becomes clear that Kailey's target is a picture of Ragin'. There are so many darts hanging out of the picture that it looks like some kind of odd pin cushion. The camera shows Kailey again, who smirks as she tilts her head.

"How's that for Wrath?"

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


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

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


[align=center]Lift Up The Receiver
I'll Make You A Believer!
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…Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin.

The arena goes dark as Deathstars "The rape of virtue" plays, on the screen visions of a flaming dragon are seen, cross sectioning with Shannon Micheals' face looking down and him walking through the streets at night.


[align=center]"You fall - so I walk away gone with your children's dreams of pain
And the deeper I reach, I fear not the righteous speech, Did you ever speak that name, a savaged word in vain, Cause I know that you hunger for cold and back"
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As the chorus starts the lights come on, white lights flash red and back to white as a black clad figure is seen walking the entranceway, his arms visable through the sleeveless trenchcoat. His face hidden under the hood, his long black and red hair wet down his face.

[align=center]"As I rape your soul of virtue
I am god of lust and pain
Cold black, As I slay your soul of virtue
You are a slave of flesh and sin"
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Shannon walks down the aisle way almost ignoring the fans, he stops at the end and looks into the ring

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

Shannon walks up the steps slowly and gets into the ring as he gets in he flips the hood back before taking off his coat throwing it over the top rope to a waiting ring attendant.

Shannon and Alex both come to the center of the ring, Evans smirks and trash talks as Shannon ;looks increasingly pissed off. Evans suddenly slaps Micheals. The crowd "oooo"s as Shannon whipes his mouth and looks at Alex, Shannon then slaps Evans back. Evans smirks and whipes his mouth to, Evans goes for a straight right, Shannon moves back and grabs Evans' arm pulling him down in an arm drag, Evans retaliated with on of his own, Shannon sweeps evans legs out from under him and goes for a quick cover, Evans kicks out and rolls Shannon off him, Evans goes for a dropsault as Shannon gets up, Shannon puts his hands up and flips Evans back, as Evans lands Shannon hits a kic to the midsection, he whips evans into the corner, Evans slingshots over Shannon who runs in, Shannon springs up and off the top rope backflipping into the center of the ring, Evans runs under and springs off the middle turnbuckle into a crossbody, Shannon catches evans and rolls back into a cover, again evans rolls shannon off him the two standing straight in a standoff

JH: Both of these men are great in ring performers, they rely on their speed and technical ability

TM: Whatever......THROW A PUNCH THIS IS BORING!

JH: See this is why I hate you.....

They walk around the ring on opposite sides staring at each other, they lock up in the center, Evans slides around the back and goes for some kind of german suplex, Shannon blocks, he pulls Evans down in a headlock takedown, Evans scissors shannons head, Shannon rolls out of it and flips himself over Evans. Evans bridges up and turns around Shannon tries lifting Evans up, Evans kicks his legs and slides down the back of Shannon going for a sunset flip, Shannon rolls back and hits a front dropkick to Evans' face, Micheals gets to his feet as does eevans who holds his cheek, the two stare at each other Shannon bowing infront of Evans who shakes his head in disgust

JH: I love Shannons ability but....god he's cocky....

TM: He should be...I love that little bow hahaha

Evans runs at Micheals who dodges out of the way, Micheals smirks as the two lock up again, this time evans buries a deep knee into Micheals midsection, evans then hits a loud cracking right hand. Evans pushes Shannon into the ropes and whips him across the ring, as Micheals comes back Evans ducks going for a back body drop, Micheals rolls his back over evans and then pushes him into the ropes, Shannon goes down for a backdrop, evans leaps up and balances on micheals back, as micheals stands up evans wraps his legs around his head and hits a hurricanrana sending micheals out of the ring to the floor. Micheals stands up not knowing where he is, he turns around just in time to see Evans come fying over the top rope with a diving crossbody

JH: WHOA!...evans over the top rope down onto Micheals...high impact high risk

TM: Thats why he's called "Mr High spot" he flies high baby woo

JH: Two bad his actions are so low....

The two lay outside for a moment, evans getting to his feet, he stomps on the back of Shannons head and then grabs a handful of hair. He goes to ram Shannons head into the stairs, shannon puts his foot on the steps to stop himself, he shoves evans away and turns around, evans comes at Micheals and goes for a clothesline, Shannon ducks and locks his hands around evans, he goes for a T-bone exploder, Evans blocks knowing he'll get thrown onto the steps, he elbows Shannon in the side of the head to get him off, shannon lets go and stumbles back, Evans comes runnging and goes for a yakuza kick, Shannon moves and watches as Evans' leg crashes against the ring post, Shannon hits a stiff kick to the thigh, evans cries out in pain as Micheals rolls into the ring to break the count

JH: OUCH!...the pain

TM: I haven't seen this side of Shannon micheals...it's vicious

JH: Not very sportsman like

TM: I like it.....

Shannon rolls back out of the ring as Evans shakes his leg out trying to get the feeling back in it. Shannon grabs Evans' arm spinning him around so he faces him, Shannon hits a hard knife edge chop that send evans back to the ring apron, Shannon hits another devestating chop, evans covers his chest and moans in pain. Shannon rolls evans bac int the ring and follows, Evans runs at Micheals who ducks under a clothesline, they both turn around at the same time, Shannon leaps into the air stepping on Evan's thigh before hitting an enziguri, The crowd goes nuts as Evans slides out of the ring. Shannon plays to the crowd smiling arrogantly and pointing to himself, Shannon waits for Evans to get to his feet and runs full speed at the ropes, he leaps over the top rope with a no handed flipping plancha landoing on evans outside the ring

JH: Oh Micheals over the top rope down onto Evans!....see may Shannon should be called "Mr High spot"

TM: And maybe you should be called "SHUT YOUR FAT FACE!"

Shannon slowly gets to his feet as Evans crawls across the protective mats. Shannon leans down to grab evans who falls back grabbing Shannoins belt pulling him face first into the steel steps. The crowd boo as Evans laughs, he gets to his feet and hits a stiff kick to Micheals ribs, Shannon rolls across the floor holding his midsection. Evans pulls shannon to his feet and rolls him into the ring. As Shannon gets to his feet in the ring Evans springboards off the top rope hitting DDT. Shannons head bounces off the canvas as the crowd shows their appreciation, Evans covers


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TWO!!


kickout!!!!
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JH: Oh so close there!

TM: He should have hooked the tights....

JH: What?....

TM: I said I can't sleep some nights.......

JH: Oh....

Evans looks a little frstrated as Micheals crawls along the mat to the corner. He pulls himself up as Evans hits a stiff kick to the chest. Shannon holds his upper body obviously in pain. Evans whips Micheals to the opposite corner. He runs in for a clothesline, Micheals ducks out of the way, as evans turns around Micheals hooks Evans' arm and pulls him down in a fujiwara armbar. Micheals wrentches it in causing evans to scream in pain and reach to the ropes. Micheals starts screaming "tap tappp". Evans screams back "NO!" and latches onto the bottom rope with his free hand, the referee calls for the break. Micheals does so and gets to his feet as Alex holds his shoulder. Micheals starts climbing to the top rope, but evans who springs to his feet meets him, the two men battle on the top rope with rights and lefts, shannon loses his balance and crotches himself on the top rope, evans who is still standing on the turnbuckle leaps off and hits a hurricanrana from the turnbuckle off the ropes to the outside!, Shannons body lands with a loud thump on the mats

JH: Oh good god did you hear that?

TM: That sounded brutal

Evans pulls shannon up by his hair throwing him back into the ring. Shannon holds his back in pain as Evans seems to almost stalk him, Shannon pulls himself upp into a corner, Evans gets to the ring aprong and climbs to the top rope pulling Shannon to the top rope by his hair. Evans gets to the turnbuckle and stand holding Micheals in a one arm slam position, he signals for the "marked out"(one arm slam to complete shot). The crowd goes nuts but shannon fights evans off with elbows, Shannon then throws Evans off the top rope and almost losses his balance as Alex hits the center of the ring. Breathing heavily holding his back wincing in pain Shannon micheals gets to his feet on the top rope. He launches off with the "flaming spiral"(Spiral tap). Evans moves and Micheals crashes and burns!

JH: Oh Shannon Micheals crashes and burns!

TM: Thats why those moves are called high risk ladies and gentlemen

Both men lay on the mat breathing deep, neither man really moving. The crowd gets into the match clapping in unison willing Shannon and Alex to get up. Suddenly at the same time both men nip up from their backs and stare at each other in amazment. Alex walks upto shannon and starts talking trash again. Shannon shakes his head and pushes Alex into the ropes, Alex comes back with a right hand as the match turns into a fist fight. Both men throwing and connecting, Shannon ducks a right from Evans and moves behind him, Shannon wraps his arms around Evans' stomach and lifts him up in a release german suplex, somehow Evans flips back and lands on his feet, Shannon beleiving Evans is folded up behind him gets to his feet facing away, Evans comes from behind and pulls Shannon into a full nelson before hitting a dragon suplex!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THR-kickout!!!!
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As Shannon kicks out Evans sits up looking frustrated and surprised. He starts climbing to the top rope. He measures Shannon up for something, Evans leaps off with a crossbody, Shannon meets him in midair with a dropkick!. Evans rolls around holding his ribs as Shannon struggles to suck in air. Shannon pulls himself up on the ropes as Evans gets back to his feet still holding his ribs. Evans starts walking towards Shannon who launches out with a superkick, Evans catches Shannons leg and tries to flip him on his head, shannon kicks up and flips forward landing on his fee, he turns around right into a hard impact clothesline from evans. Evans starts climbing to the top rope again, he leaps off with what looks to be a splash, Shannon moves and Evans aborts the splash at the last minute rolling across the ring to the opposite corner.

JH: Oh evans just thought aganst the splash and saved himself

TM: Amazing ring presence..what are you looking at Johnathan?

JH: You talking about ring presense...it makes me feel...dirty

Evans swings wildly with a clothesline, Shannon ducks and hits a hard superkick, Micheals then locks in a single leg crab wrentching it back on evans who tries to grab the ropes. Shannon pulls back as evans reachs back and grabs Shannons leg, he gives it a pull causing Shannon to lose his balance and fall forward, Evans pulls his leg out and limps a little to the ropes. Shannon runs at Evans who drops down and pulls the bottom rope down causeing Shannon to fall to the floor. As Shannon gets to his feet Alex shakes his leg out. Shannon starts to get back in the ring but Evans hits a fast baseball slide dropkick sending Shannon back over the barricade into the crowd. Evans smirks and climbs to the top rope. He measures up shannon and springs off launching into the crowd with a swan dive onto Shannon!, the crowd goes nuts as the camera men struggle to get the shot. Evans and Micheals are seen laying in a pile of chairs in amongst the fans

JH: Are they dead?

TM: Oh man..what if they are dead?...oh no.....WE'RE GOING TO JAIL

JH: Oh shut up.....

Evans slowly gets to his feet and pulls Shannons lifeless body up by his hair. Both men get over the barricade as Evans slides shannon into the ring stopping the referee's count. Evans covers


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


KICKOUT!!!
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Evans can't believe it and stands up before signaling for the B.A.D he pulls shanon up to his feet, shannon however fights out of it and hits evans with a closed fist, he fights evans back to the corner and starts unleashing, the referee hooks shannons arm and pulls him back, shannon tries to go back at Evans who pokes shannon hard in the eye the referee not seeing, Evans then simply lifts micheals up for the B.A.D(big air driver aka spinning ki krusher), he hook the leg


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TWO!!


THREE!!!
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JH: An amazing athetic contest cheapened by Alex Evans cheating

TM: Hey he won......guess he was right...Micheals is full of crap

JH: Micheals trained hard and he fought hard in this contest. Evans used a very opportunistic poke to the eyes to end it quicker than it should've been, if you ask me.

TM: Micheals is lucky it went on this long. Alex could've pinned him at the bell if he wanted to. He was just toying with Micheals. And now he's gonna get a shot at the Cruiserweight Championship! I'd love to see Graver vs. Alex in a one-on-one match. Awesomeness versus Mr. Cool himself. It'd be amazing!

JH: Graver has to get through April Lynn first. And after that stunt he pulled earlier tonight, I worry just how April's gonna respond at Deja Vu.

TM: Yeah. She's probably bitter he only took her title and she didn't get anything in return.

JH: I highly doubt that. But that's not all we're gonna see at Deja Vu. The International Championship is on the line once again between brands. Bill Kuriyama defending against Hutch in a Lion's Den Match! And as we learned last night on Slam!, Merchants of Menace will defend their Tag Team Titles against S.W.A.T.

TM: Finally, Slam! gives us a real team to defend against. You know, I heard a rumor that Maggot Korps was gonna win. I was too busy rolling on the floor and laughing at them challenging for anything that I didn't even realize S.W.A.T. had won until you told me.

JH: Jim O'Brien and Onikage are gonna meet one more time. And after strong words from both men tonight, I can't wait to see Round 2 at Deja Vu.

TM: What about Round 1 of Kailey Lane and Ragin'! These two have been on again-off again for two years at least. And this is their first ever one-on-one match! Ragin' thought he pulled a quick one on Kailey last week, but it was Madison with the last laugh when she booked this match. I hope Ragin' knows what a wildcat Kailey really is. And I don't mean in the sack!

JH: And then, the big one. The Dual Crown Championship will be on the line. We've heard from the challenger, and as painful as it was to listen to, we got the real story behind Swytch. I hope to God Kennedy's compassionate enough to not mess with this but if she is, God help her at Deja Vu.

TM: It's this Sunday on PPV! You wouldn't dare miss it!

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