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FIW Deja Vu; February 12, 2006
Topic Started: Feb 13 2006, 01:03 AM (320 Views)
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This is a Full Intensity Wrestling Production. The FIW logo covers the screen momentarily before fading back out. Through the darkness Mudvayne's "Forget To Remember" comes up through the speakers. As the song plays, the screen runs down how all the matches brought us to this night!

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

Markone: However Keith, what I was going to do before your bitching session aired was inform you that along with 5 others that next week we’re having an Over the Top Rope Battle Royal to determine the new International Championship Number One Contender and that contender will take on Tomoko at Déjà Vu for the her version of the International Title.

Prime shoves XK away from him as he comes at the man full of power. Williams has lifted Starr up to her feet, he blasts her with a knee before lifting her up onto his shoulders...PRIME EXPLODES AT XK WITH A CLOTHESLINE THAT TAKES BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP ROPE AT THE EXACT SAME TIME AS RYLEE HURRICANRANA'S KEITH AND HERSELF OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!

Markone: We will have a new SIC No. 1 Contender determined in a fatal four way when it'll be Xtreme Kitten versus Keith Williams verses Rylee Starr versus Prime!


[align=center]Feeling undone
What have I become?
When I turned my back on you I turned my back on myself
And became this machine
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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: The following contest is to determine the number one contender for the Cruiserweight Championship at Deja Vu!

Alex runs Shannon into the ropes and THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! But Shannon holds on and lands on the apron. 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!

Love 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!!

Graver runs Torrence over the top rope but she grasps onto the ropes, finding safety on the apron. Graver tries to pry her off but Torrence has a firm grasp on them… so Graver grabs her breasts… HARASSMENT! Torrence covers herself as Graver pie-faces her off the apron!

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!

Extreme Ninja #2 drives a knee into Melanie's stomach! He grabs her by the head and SNAPMARES HER OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!
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!

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

Graver celebrates in the ring, pointing at April making that infamous belt gesture with a grin on his face. April stands, removing her headset and picks up the Cruiserweight title, holding it up for Graver to see.


[align=center]Thoughtlessness
Selfishness
Hopelessness
Arrogant
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Kashmir: That's it you ungrateful bitch!

Kashmir suddenly kicks a boot straight into the head of Jayati. She suddenly gets sprawled across the ring. Maj suddenly jumps on Kashmir. He takes his down and starts punching him right in the face. The bell rings.

DING
DING
DING

KR: I never expected this match to be long but this was over before it started! Kashmir is a disgrace! GO GET HIM MAJ!

DV: Calm down, Kurt.

Maj and Kashmir both scramble to hit fists right into the other's face. Sam and the General rush over to check on Jayati, while Princess rolls out of the ring holding her face in pain. Security runs down from the entrance way and straight to the ring. Maj and Kashmir brawl on the canvas, rolling while firing lefts and rights at each other. The security get into the ring, and quickly grab both of the men. They restrain both of them, but Kashmir and Maj both try to get at each other. They quickly take Kashmir out of the ring. They start to pull him back up the ramp, and Princess, holding her face, quickly goes along side. Maj shakes off the guards and grabs a mic.

Maj: KASHMIR! ME AND YOU AT THE PPV! IN JAHANNUM!

Kashmir's eyes suddenly open with shock, as he starts shouting in Hindi at Maj. Maj drops the mic and starts shouting back at Kashmir. Sam and the General help up Jayati, as Kashmir and Princess are taken to the back.


[align=center]I feel it on the inside
Twisting and contorting
Memory has shaped me once again
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Kashmir turns his attention back on Remy…only to turn straight into a HUGE right hand from Carl! The meat hook staggers him backwards, so does the next, and the next and the Prince is on dream street as Carl grabs him by the head and violently shoves him into a Standing Headscissors. He heaves him up onto his shoulders and backs up toward ring centre, with Remy stood by on the apron behind him. Remy leaps up onto the top rope and spins off, CRACKING a Leg Lariat across Kashmir’s jaw as Carl DRIVES him into the canvas with a Sit Out Powerbomb! Carl rolls out of the way and Remy hooks the leg for the cover…

[align=center]One![/align]

Maj crawls back onto the apron and sees what’s going on…

[align=center]Two!![/align]

He slides himself through the ropes and dives for the cover…but Carl drops an almighty elbow onto his back!!!

[align=center]Three!!![/align]

MA: Here are your winners, and the NEW, FIW TAG TEAM CHAMPIOOOOONSS!!! Remy Barteaux, Carl Lucas, THE MERCHANTS, OF, MENAAAAAAAACE!!!!

Nightmare stuns Joseph with a boot to the gut and pumphandles him, going for the Cataclysm, Joseph slides down his back and wraps him up with a rolling clutch pin, sight unseen however Joseph hooks the back of Nightmare’s pants!

KR: REF! REF, HE HAS THE TIGHTS!

[align=center]One!

Two!

Tommy tries to get in to break it up, but a SWAT Soldier pulls him to the outside!

THREE!

*ding ding*
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KR: GOD DAMMIT! Those cheating bastards!

CM: *laughing happily*

The crowd voices their terrible displeasure at the victory as “Hard Times” reprises over the speaker, Joseph scrambling out of the ring to escape the wrath of the livid Maggot Korps, Orion and Stark celebrating once they finally get away.

CC: Your winners and the NUMBER 1 CONTENDERS to the FIW Tag Team Championship at Déjà Vu, SWAAAAAT!


[align=center]Still feel you on the inside
Biting through and stinging
Will I ever forget to remember?
[/align]

The fans go into frenzy as Jim lifts Onikage up onto his shoulders and sets him up. The Monster of TNT walks around with Onikage on his shoulders for a few seconds to allow each side of the arena to see it. He then drives Onikage skull first into the canvas with the Burning Hammer!

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

The fans grow silent as Jim turns and sees JJ is calling for the bell to be rung and is whispering some thing to the ring announcer. Michael looks over at Jim O’Brien and groans slightly to himself before he announces the results.

MA: As a result of a D.Q. your winner of this match…ONIKAGE~!

Jim O’Brien’s eyes are set ablaze with a rage as he hops up to his feet and storms right over to JJ cursing him out the entire time as he points at the tiny man. Before Jim even fully reaches him however…darkness falls over the arena… The lights return…and a gasp echo through out the arena at the sight in the center of the ring. Hanging from a large black X is Jim O’Brien, his body wrapped in barb wire to the odd structure. A barbwire crown resting on his bleeding head that hangs low. Standing on one side of him is JJ who is obviously happy and on the other side looking in even worse shape than before the lights went out is Onikage. It seems as he kneels that Jim had put up quite the struggle being put into the X. JJ hurries over to Onikage and raises his arm in victory.

TM: Onikage and JJ are facing a mystery tag team! It could be anybody!

And emerging from the back it's... Jim O'Brien, bitches. He swaggers about to the middle of the entryway before HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER CONNECTS WITH A DOUBLE BULLDOG ON ONIKAGE and JJ!

JH: KENDRA! IT'S KENDRA! She ran in from the crowd!

JJ charges BUT GETS TAKEN DOWN WITH A FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Kendra then swivels around into the -

JH: NORTON STRETCH!

JJ tries to wriggle free from Kendra's grasp, but to no avail! JJ yelps in pain one last time BEFORE HE TAPS OUT!

Shannon leaps from the top rope onto Onikage ONLY TO BE POWERBOMBED TO THE MAT! Onikage keeps the Bomb applied, lifts, AND SLAMS MICHEALS TO THE MAT AGAIN WITH ANOTHER POWERBOMB!

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

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

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

Oni paces around the ring cockily, but the crowd then absolutlely EXPLODES! Onikage turns only to find that Jim O'Brien is making his way down the aisle! Onikage drops Micheals off of his shoulders and charges at Jim and nails an Elbow right into Jim's jaw! But Jim No sells it and launches an Elbow right into Onikage's temple! Onikage stumbles backwards to the ropes. Jim charges AND CLOTHESLINES ONIKAGE OUT OF THE RING!

O'Brien: Onikage... You listen to me. I'm gettin' awful sick of this. After Deja Vu , our shit's over!


[align=center]Shadows in the sun
Filter through us
Still wrestle the demons that arrested me as a child
Confession rejected
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Toan chuckles to the jeer from the thousands of fans in attendance as he looks up at the ramp and notice is an odd, but familiar person. By god can’t it be! IT’S Tomoko Onamari, and she stares at Toan up and down and Toan can’t believe what he is seeing. He takes a second and rubs his eyes to make sure it isn’t a fluke, but when he opens his eyes again she is gone…?

Markone: The name Sean Madrox is at the heart of the problems, every single one and as of this moment it stops! You will suffer Sean for everything you've done to me and this brand, the great thing is that you're locked into a Slam! contract. I know that you love wrestling and you love performing in front of all those fans out there but to achieve everything you want to...you'll have to play by my rules.

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

Tomoko: I don’t know what you mean.

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

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

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

Toan turns to Tomoko

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

DV: BLACKOUT!!!

[align=center]1!

2!

KR: This is the end of it all!

3![/align]

Charles Cruz: AND THE WINNER OF THE TACTICAL ASSAULT CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT SEEEEAN MAAAADROX!

Markone: So what we are going to have is the first ever Champions versus Challengers tag team match. Toan will team with T-Bird to take on Tomoko Onamari and Sean Madrox with BOTH titles on the line! If Toan or T-Bird pick up the win then BOTH titles will change hands!


[align=center]We grow up
To give up
People step on the cracks for wounds owed paid back
Through the words of surrender
[/align]

RK checks to make sure April is okay, just as Natalya BASHES KAILEY UPSIDE THE HEAD! Kailey stumbles to the side and spins around TAKING A SHOULDER TO THE MIDSECTION THROUGH THE MIDDLE AND TOP ROPES! Natalya pulls Kailey through those ropes, grabbing her in a front facelock and DRILLING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT!!! Natalya pulls Kailey free from the ropes, rolling her back into the ring under the bottom rope before strolling back up the walkway.

Kailey: Poor Nat. I can see why you are so upset with me. Since you are Ragin's manager, you think I am causing your "moneymaker" to think of other things. You dare come into my world and think you, of ALL people, can best me here??? Fine by me. Let's do this thing! Natalya Vladek versus Kailey Lane. No title bout. No contendership. Just you and me, here...

Kailey looks around and spreads her arms out to show the ring. She looks back into the camera, all hints of smiles gone.

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

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. 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.

[align=center]DING-DING-DING[/align]

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

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

Madison: Have you thought about what match you're gonna ask for, Ragin'? Or, actually. Don't think about it. Save it. Because 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. Or maybe you can. I'm not clear anymore which is which to you.


[align=center]Emptiness
Loneliness
Listlessness
Worthless
[/align]

BK hooks up Toan’s leg as Joe Johnson slides to the canvas ready to count up as the fans chant the numbers with him.

[align=center]1…


2…


3…


YES!? NO!?


YES!!!


*DING, DING, DING*
[/align]

JH: HE DID IT, HE DID IT!

CM: NO FUCKING WAY!

Michael Anderson: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE REIGNING INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, AND NEW EXTREME CHAOS CHAMPION, BILL KURIYAMA!!!

Hutch: To be honest Bill Yamaha, I like this stipulation. It could be anything Bill, and if there’s anything I’m good at, it’s unpredictability. The first ever Cages of Destiny Match, no-one knew what to expect. Certainly no-one would have expected that the first pinfall would have eliminated the World Champion, and seen yours truly start his second reign as the Champ. Fair enough, the Champion at the time was Nightmare, so it wasn’t particularly a challenge. Go back even further, and see “The Test”, a multi person battle royale featuring the entire roster…. No-one knew what to expect, and look who won that!

Hutch: My destiny, is to become the first Grand Slam Champion in FIW history. I’ll have held every belt available to me, and my already pretty damn legendary name will be written into the history books, not just a legend, but a God!


[align=center]I feel it on the inside
Twisting and contorting
Memory has shaped me once again
[/align]

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

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

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

Impact charges back and punches Jack Manson in the face knocking him out to the canvas.

DV: What the hell, THAT BITCH SUCKA PUNCHED JACK MANSON!

Impact smiles as the crowd boo. He takes the FIW World Championship, Jack Manson’s FIW World Championship, and jumps on a turnbuckle posing for it, until from behind…

[align=center]CRACK!!![/align]

Jack Manson grabbed a chair from the desk and smashed it into the back of the head of Matt Impact, Jack Manson grabs his belt over a now bleeding Matt Impact, and spits on his robe and crown before grabbing a microphone.


[align=center]Still feel you on the inside
Biting through and stinging
Will I ever forget to remember?
[/align]

Dante boots Carlos in the stomach, applying a standing headscissors and a double underhook. He drives a knee up into Carlos' sternum, followed by a second and a third and a fourth! Dante jumps into the air, falling to his knees and DRIVING HYPE'S SKULL DOWN ON THE WOODEN WALKWAY WITH A SICKENING CRACK!!! He grabs Carlos, dragging his limp form up and throwing him back inside the ring. Kennedy spots her opportunity and scales the turnbuckle. A battle of chants between Kennedy loyalists and Hype fans breaks out. Kennedy reaches the top and SNAPS OFF, LANDING ACROSS CARLOS' CHEST!

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
[/align]

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

Kennedy: I've defeated Monsters, I've defeated Beasts, I've even defeated a few bitches along the way. So I have to ask myself… why am I scared of this one freak? 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.

Swytch’s eyes bore into Kennedy, the distance between him and her closing at an agonizingly slow rate as he saunters down the walkway. 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: Do I look scared to you? Have I ever looked scared to you? I can’t be scared. You know why? Because, I. Am. Fear. 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. If you wanna get in my head, you’re gonna have to try harder than that.

Kennedy: Oh, but you're forgetting… sweetie. I'm already in there.

She stops next to him, tapping the tattoo on his right arm. 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.


[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

Pyros go off all over the stage as the crowd, TNT and Slam! alike, go crazy for the start of FIW Deja Vu. The cameras pan across the capacity crowd as "Forget To Remember" by Mudvayne continues to blare of the speakers long after the fireworks have concluded. The camera settles down at ringside where Slam! commentators Kurt Royle, Chip Martin, and Dean Venchenzo and TNT commentators Jonathan Hitchen and Thomas Moore share the floor tonight.

JH: Ladies and gentleman, welcome to FIW DEJA VU! It's been three long years but we're finally here! I'm Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner Thomas Moore! And we're coming to you live from Madison Square Garden in New York City!

TM: Three long years and what a ride it's been! We've got a huge show tonight and not a lot of time. So we're gonna send it over to the Slam! announce team to kick us off!

As FIW staff gets ready for the first match up of the night suddenly the instrumental version of “Drugs” by Lil’ Kim begins to play over the P.A. system.

JH: What the heck?

TM: Yes! He made it!

JH: I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen we were scheduled to start with a Slam four-way but it appears some one is coming out here.

It doesn’t take the ample figure of the manager of the superstars, the head manager of the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark, Smarty Smark to strut out from the back. Extreme Ninja #2 looking rather mopey and signless is right behind him with Paper Bag Man bringing up the rear. With two home town boys making their way to the ring and the Smark heavy crowd they go nuts for Smarty Smark and PBM.

TM: I was worried due to Paper Bag Man’s crappy driving that they wouldn’t make it in time.

JH: Oh wouldn’t that have been a shame. This man has no place being out here, his client doesn’t have a match tonight after all.

TM: What are you talking about? Listen to this crowd! Smarty Smark is loved here!

JH: And only here.

Smarty Smark still in his Blues Brothers attire is all grins as he continues to do possibly the worst Flair strut ever up the steel steps. Paper Bag Man hops up onto the apron and sits on the middle rope and pushes up the top rope, holding the ropes open for his boss to enter. Smarty spins around in the ring a few times to soak up all the home town cheers he can before taking the micro phone from Michael Anderson’s hand.

Smarty Smark: Hello..........New York City!

While the majority of the fans cheer even more for their home town boy quite a few are laughing as well for Smarty parodying Mick Foley’s infamous cheap pop. Ninja shakes his head in disappointment and sits on top of the far right turnbuckle.

Smarty Smark: You see as much as I love being back here in a town where they're are not only intelligent people, but intelligent fans-(more cheap popping)-I do have some business to attend to while out here.

JH: Oh this should be good.

TM: Don’t make me get the sound guy to cut your micro phone Hitchen.

Smarty Smark: You see I’m out here to discuss a few things, one how Madison Lee has kept you all from witnessing Extreme Ninja #2 in action by unfairly punishing him!

This statement brings the boos full on for Tuesday Night Throwdown’s General Manager. Since if there is one person the crowd loves more than their home town boy, it’s the home town boy’s client.

Smarty Smark: You see Extreme Ninja #2 was preparing himself for a match to take on April Lynn for the FIW World Cruiserweight title. Miss Lee however decided to be “cute” and make it Swytch verse Ninja for the Dual Crown. Now had Ninja been given time to prepare this would’ve been no problem, those belts would’ve been by now around his slender waist. BUT, and this is nearly as big of a but as Brighty’s, he wasn’t given the time to prepare for that match. So instead Ninja was not only robbed of those titles by that psycho midget clown but he was damn near murdered!

A rather mixed reaction from this, on one hand the majority of the crowd likes Swytch, on the other hand they are blindly siding with Smarty and thinking Lee screwed Ninja.

Smarty Smark: Now a normal person would think it would stop there, Maddy had her little fun and now was going to act like a mature adult. Course not, rather than giving Extreme Ninja #2 the valuable time he needed to heal from that she puts him in a battle royal. A battle royal whose winner would be crowned the #1 contender for the Cruiserweight title, some thing Ninja should’ve been to BEGIN with mind you. So not only was he not in the shape to compete but not able to prepare for it allowing Graver to steal the win. Had Extreme Ninja #2 been at hundred percent I can promise you, you would’ve seen him tossing Graver over the top rope.

JH: As much as I like and respect Ninja, I highly doubt that.

TM: Shush you.

Smarty Smark: So because Madison Lee is SOOOOOO petty you all are not allowed to see Ninja wrestle. You who all paid you’re hard earned cash to come here tonight to see him in action. Because let’s face it, the show is lacking star power without him. So I’ll give you folks a treat, my thoughts on this dreadful event.

TM: Quite true, quite true indeed.

JH: Déjà vu which features Kennedy and Swytch, Jack Manson and Matt Impact, Hutch, Bill Kuriyama and Jim O’Brien, Onikage to name a few is lacking star power? Guess I just can’t see it with such a inferior I.Q. than Smarty’s.[/sarcasm]

Smarty Smark: So first off we have that #1 contendership SIC four-way. Which just happens to be a match featuring Xtreme Kitten verse Rylee Starr verse Prime verse Keith Williams. If his name and in-ring ability didn’t make him a big enough of a joke, the fact he has a woman as his manager makes Kitten a laughing stock. There is a reason why the word is manager, I mean you never have heard of a womanager have you? Rylee Starr and Prime if they want to have a relationship should go else where to do it. No one wants to see a woman who resembles a skeleton and a guy who resembles a big muscle be together. And as for Keith...eh...if you ever make the smart move and come to TNT I’ll give you my card. What’s next?

Paper Bag Man pulls out a micro phone from his pocket.

PBM: April Lynn verse Graver for the FIW World Cruiserweight title, though it’s obvious you just wanted me to say it as if you needed to be reminded about it.

Smarty Smark: Ah yes, that match, now I remember quite clearly. April Lynn, the girl that seems to attract all the freaks on TNT…Which reminds me..

Turning around Smarty Smark walks over to Extreme Ninja #2 and shakes his index finger at him with a stern face.

Smarty Smark: Before the attraction even enters your head, NO! Bad Ninja!

Smarty casually turns back around and walks away from the corner.

Smarty Smark: Any ways getting back to April, if Ninja had been given his rightful shot we wouldn’t even be having this conversation about her. Since that FIW Cruiserweight gold would be slung over Ninja’s shoulder, simply as. Graver despite the fact he robbed Ninja of his victory isn’t that bad of a guy, we’ve had a few drinks before. I truly feel for the guy after how April tried to be in denial about how much she loved him.

As for Maj Tahal verse Prince Kashmir...ermmm..let’s skip that as it just makes itself too easy of a target. Besides knowing my luck I’ll end up getting a pipe bomb in my mail from one of those two.


JH: Real classy comments Smarty, rrrrreeeeeeaaaaaaal classy.

Smarty Smark: Which brings us to Merchants of Menace defending the tag straps against S.W.A.T. Remy’s nothing but a dirty smelly thief who punches babies, and that’s a fact. Carl is just all not much talk and no bite to even back it up.

PBM: I think you messed up that saying.

Smarty Smark: Bah, who cares, and as for S.W.A.T. I think the French guy needs to go back to Canada. And Orion I’d almost respect but he has that fat slimey piece of crap Tony Stark as his manager. I mean when you want a manager, you need one with style, with class, like me! Not some guy who thinks it’s stylish to wear a BASEBALL hat with a suit.

PBM: I’ve only ever seen you in a suit five times in the time we’ve known each other.

Smarty Smark: But did I idiotically wear a baseball cap when I did?

PBM: No.

Smarty Smark: My point exactly. Which brings us to Onikage verse Jim O’Brien round two…

Paper Bag Man and him look at one another and stare at one another for several moments. Suddenly the two burst out into laughter and Smarty smacks his hand against his knee.

Smarty Smark: Then there’s this tag match for two titles from Slam’s side. On the one side you have the filthiest and most crude hardcore wrestler ever in Toan. Along with him is T-Bird who...wait...ya know…No…I’m not touching T-Bird…

Smarty Smark shakes his head while his home town jeer slightly at their home town boy backing down.

Smarty Smark: I’m not touching her…because every other man in this arena has at one point or time has had a piece of her! Boo yah!

The crowd erupts into cheers as Smarty grins from ear to ear, Michael Anderson nodding behind Smarty mouthing the words “I have”.

Smarty Smark: And that leaves the team of champions, Tomoko Onamari and Sean Madrox. But you know I’m almost frightened to talk about them as while backstage I saw the most disgusting sight ever. I happened to be walking by the women’s locker room when I saw it…Tomoko’s balls!

Quite a bit of the crowd groans in disgust while some chuckle at Smarty mentioning the internet rumor that at one point Tomoko was in fact a he.

Smarty Smark: And Sean…Well I have some things to say to Slam Management and you, Sean, that it seems our CEO doesn’t have the balls to say….First off ……..N-G-I-Fucking-W!

Once again the crowd erupts and a very loud “N-G-I-Dub” chant breaks out through out the crowd, seems like quite a few NGIW fans came here tonight.

Smarty Smark: Second…..The ARMs Division!

The “N-G-I-Dub” chants only intensify at the mention of one of NGIW’s infamous divisions who’s rules are eerily similar to the stipulations Sean Madrox put on the TAC.

Smarty Smark: And finally…Wightraven!

All of the NGIW chants are dwarfed by the monstrous cheer that echoes out through Madison Square Garden when NGIW’s creator’s name is uttered. Smarty Smark walks over towards the camera and smirks as he stares into it. He playfully winks at it and points at it with his hand in the shape of a gun.

Smarty Smark: Don’t worry Wight, the royalty check for using those names is in the mail as we speak.

Smarty is merely allowing the fans to cheer him on right now, taking a moment to look around him. After all it isn’t every day Smarty is going to get pops for ripping into quite a bit of the FIW roster.

Smarty Smark: Then you have the fairy tale gone horribly wrong, Kailey Lane verse Ragin’.

Extreme Ninja #2 lifts up his head slightly at the mention of his friend’s name.

Smarty Smark: Really you can’t fault Ragin’ here though, the guy was just looking for a one night stand. Not his fault Kailey who makes the world center around her thought more of it. So now she’s trying to destroy Ragin’ just because he didn’t want to live happily ever after with a girl who so easily put out. I feel bad for Ragin’, really I do.

And then there is the International title match between Bill Kuriyama and Hutch. Really all this needs to be said is this is to FIW what a bra and panties match is to a certain other promotion. You ladies out there better be glad that FIW is so willing to give you eye candy too. Which leaves us with…the main events!


The New York crowd cheers for the mention of Jack Manson verse Matt Impact and Swytch verse Kennedy.

Smarty Smark: Yup with Jack and Matt it’s the ultimate struggle, the ultimate struggle of which can take more steroids. I swear it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if one of them dropped dead before the match even got started or they broke out into a fight before the match due to roid rage. Guess Matt can at least have the comfort that he has hair unlike Jack.

And then of course a match I have a great pleasure in…Kennedy verse Swytch. Where we will see Kennedy…….Kennedy give to Swytch what he’s had coming to him for a long while. Then we’ll finally have an honorable and respectable FIW Dual Crown Champion again. Not some freak who you expect to drive out in some tiny car with a bunch of clowns inside! But even with that in mind you can see how this event lacks star power without Ninja.


A rather devilish smirk creeps over Smarty Smark’s facial features.

Smarty Smark: However I promise you all now by the next big event Ninja will be in this ring competing. For you see I have a plan that I shall unveil on the very next TNT. A plan so genius and so brilliant it amaze even me. A plan that will make sure never again will jokes like Swytch soil the prestige of titles. And remember kiddies….sooner or later all your bases belong to Smarty Smark.

With that instrumental “Drugs” plays over the P.A. system once more as Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man, Extreme Ninja #2 make their exit.

JH: Well those were certainly some… colorful words from Smarty Smark, but now we can finally get back to our scheduled programming. I'll send it over to you guys for real this time. Kurt, Chip, Dean?

Charles Cruz: “The following match is scheduled for one fall and is to determine the number one contendership to the Slam! International Championship…”

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

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What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
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Charles Cruz: “Introducing first from Fairfield, Connecticut and weighing in at 137 pounds……RYLEE STARR!!!!”

Rylee slowly walks towards the ring and she begins to walk down the strobe walkway shaking her hips and her hands in the air in the form of an ‘X’. She makes it to the ring and slides into the ring on her knees as she gets up shaking her head to the beat of the music. Rylee climbs the turnbuckle as she raises her hands again as the song dies down and she awaits her opponents.

CM: “Rylee Starr has no place in this match. She is clearly out numbered by much stronger and smarter male opponents.”

KR: “She has proven time and time again that she can beat the best of the male opponents. Such as one of your favorites…Orion Oldriod!”

O Fortuna blasts over the PA, presenting a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. He poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord…

Charles Cruz: “Now making his way to the ring weighing in at 310 pounds and hailing from San Diego, California…..HE IS….PRIME!!!!”

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The grinding hard rock of Princes of the Universe starts to slam over the PA as the arena lights give way to a spectacular and thundering pyro burst and celestial light show. Prime jogs out onto the stage all jakked and ready to destroy. He shouts to some aisle side fans and then bounds to a stop in the center of the stage. As soon as he stands before the capacity crowd, he reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. The moment he stiffens the flex a machine gun pyro effect pops all around him and consumes his body in smoke. Prime then burst from the smoke all pumped up and ready to go, spewing said smoke from his mouth ala Goldberg. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his “Prime pose” once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle. Because it's a PPV, Prime strides across the ring and leaps up onto the opposite turnbuckle to perform another "Prime Pose". This time around Prime pumps the crowd with shouting and pointing at himself ala Triple H. Prime then bounds off the turnbuckle and rolls his shoulders while walking back to his corner. He then bounces on the spot to warm up for the match.

CM: “Prime is going to crush Rylee and leave what is left for Xtreme Kitten and Keith Williams.”

As he bounces in place Prime gives a small nod to Rylee and she nods back to him as if they have a common interest to protect in the match.

KR: “I’m not to sure about that…Either they both have the same neck krink that makes them nod or they have some mutual unspoken understanding.”

DV: “I’m going to go with the latter.”

KR: “Yeah me too.”

CM: “Your both idiots…Its every man for himself and Prime is no exception.”

DV: “Or woman.”

CM: “What?”

KR: “You said its every man for himself…Its every man or woman for themselves.”

CM: “Are you deaf? Rylee doesn’t stand a chance!”

A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel begin hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten stomps the floor in time with the beat of the hammer, he at the entrance stomping until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose.

I clench my teeth and realize
My world is so near its demise
A dying sun in a poisonous sky
Stinging my eyes
Burning with contempt and conflict


The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walk towards the ring as the above verse is performed. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side.

As of now
I am a tool
Of severe impact


Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again stomps with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring towards the announcers table but they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Lucy head up the stairs and along the apron, Xtreme Kitten shadows her on the floor, the two stop in the middle of the side of the ring and look at the crowd and announcers.

I clench my fist and visualize
The blood that is spilled is our own
I open wide my bloodshot eyes
Count the dead
A result of dysfunction


Charles Cruz: “From Shoal Bay, Australia and being accompanied to the ring by Lucy. He weighed in this evening at 255 pounds…..XTREME KITTEN!!!”

Lucy pulls Xtreme Kitten close to the apron and undoes the collar from around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, quickly Xtreme Kitten runs towards the Slam! announce table, he leaps onto it with ease the chorus starts at the same time.

As of now
I am a tool
Of severe impact
Hammer down
Cause and effect
And create a new world


Xtreme Kitten stands in the middle of the Slam! announce table looking down at the announces as he speaks the chorus. Kitten hops down off the table at the as the drums pick up. Xtreme Kitten stands under Lucy and looks up at her. Lucy yells with the verse up until the last line.

Pound, drive, swing, strike
Break down, smash down
Pound and drive, swing and strike
Break it down


Xtreme Kitten quickly responds

I am a tool

Kitten then steps back and Lucy jumps into his arms, Xtreme Kitten lowers Lucy as the music cuts. Xtreme Kitten slides into the ring, stretches his back then stands up ready to start the contest.

DV: “Last and certainly not least….’Mr. Wrestling’.”

CM: “The man to take this whole match. Keith Williams is a living legend and will take this match home tonight!”

KR: “With the amount of crap he’s been talking I wouldn’t give him five minutes with those blood thirsty competitors!”

Without any warning, the following words are blasted throughout the arena:


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Charles Cruz: “From Raleigh, North Carolina and weighing in at 245 pounds….He calls himself ‘Mr. Wrestling’…..KEITH WILLIAMS!!!!”

Suddenly "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson hits the PA system and purple strobe lights begin to illuminate the stage as the fans in attendance automatically begin to boo and jeer because they know who is coming out. The lights turn back on full strength and out walks Keith Williams, who immediately thrusts both arms into the air as he walks out onto the middle of the stage. Purple confetti falls down from the rafters above, covering Mr. Wrestling's clothing in the glittery material, but he merely dusts it off and makes his way to the ring. Along the entrance ramp he taunts the fans and yells out insults, prompting them to do so in response. Once at the ring, Keith walks up the steel steps before proceeding to the middle of the ring apron. He grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands, then springs into the squared circle. Mr. Wrestling mounts a nearby turnbuckle and thrusts his arms into the air once more. As his music begins to die down, Keith steps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the middle of the ring.

KR: “Each of his opponents have their eyes locked in and he is clearly an obvious target.”

DV: “I don’t know about that Kurt. I think any one of the men or woman in that ring are just as susceptible as Keith Williams. Each of them want a shot at the Slam! International Championship just as bad as the next.”

Referee for the match up, Joe Johnson makes his rounds to each of the competitors inspecting them for foreign objects and explaining the rules of the match. Each participant performs their respective prematch ritual as he moves around the ring but one thing that is visible for all to see is that none of those in the ring take their eyes off one of the other three people in the ring. Johnson finishes his rounds and moves to the center of the ring. He points to all four corners giving a warning to each as he prepares to begin the match and then with a wave of his arms the bell rings and this contest gets under way.

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All four wrestlers in the ring break from their corners and go after one of the others in the ring. Xtreme Kitten wastes no time going after Rylee Starr who already has her sites set on Mr. Wrestling. Though the former tag team champion and Ordinary member is cut off by the massive Prime as he makes his way for the female superstar. Williams spots Rylee and turns into her and the two go instantly into a lock up. Prime spins XK around and grabs him by the arm pulling him into a nearby corner. Though with his cat like reflexes he bounds back out from the corner surprising Prime with a quick palm strike to the jaw that sends him back on the heels of his feet and holding his jaw. On the other side of the ring Rylee is on the lesser end of a test of strength as Williams forces her backwards and toward the mat. The superstar then sweeps a leg under knocking his female counterpart from her feet and to the mat where he quickly moves in with a headlock and begins to where the cruiserweight down.

Kitten moves quickly from the corner and to the side of Prime as he drives up with a stiff kick aimed for his mid section. Though the hulking Prime quickly puts his hands out and grabs the leg. He then swings his tree trunk like arm out and slaps the XK in the side of the head boxing his ears and sends him staggering backward dazed. He then bolts forward and levels him with a big clothesline before posing for the crowd and admiring his own biceps. The audience pops but not for long as his opponent is quick to recover and spins a leg along the mat and knocks his feet from right under him. Prime topples backwards cracking his head off the mat. As he reaches for the affected area Kitten pulls himself up into a crab position and lifts a foot before dropping it over the bulging chest of his opponent driving the wind from his body.

CM: “Show him who the man is XK…Don’t take any of his namby pamby body builder crap!”

KR: “Body builders are hardly ‘namby pamby’….Whatever that is…..STARR breaks the rest hold!!”

Rylee manages to bridge her body and wrangle herself free from the rest hold and is back on the offensive as Mr. Wrestling scrambles to catch up with his opponent. Starr though is quick to the air with a beautiful flipping dropkick that sends Keith straight back into the corner licking his bottom lip to see if he is bleeding. He draws his hand up and smiles at Rylee but does not spot any blood and the female superstar keeps her distance as she watches her opponent and awaits his next move. He however does not move back to the attack. Rather he slowly begins to move circles around Rylee who mimics her opponent and the two circle the ring waiting for the prime opportunity to strike. It is both that move in to meet each other in yet another lock up attempt. This time Rylee is quick to think as she hoists Keith over with a rapid arm drag that sends him across the ring and toward the ropes. She moves back to her feet and charges forward with a low dive and drives both feet into his side that turns his roll into the ropes…through the ropes instead and dropping to the matted floor below.

Starr moves into the ropes waiting for her opponent to rise to his feet and grasping onto the top rope as she readies herself to pounce at any moment. Williams takes his time crawling over to the ring apron and pulls himself up to his hands and knees not glancing into the ring for one moment and leading Starr into believing that he does not know she is there. That is when he strikes…hopping up to his feet and grabbing her by the leg and dragging her down to the mat and out of the ring. Once he has her outside he assures she stays on her feet and begins to reel her with a series of stiff European uppercuts.

CM: “What a great tactician!”

DV: “I don’t know about tactician but maybe a good bluffer. He’d be well suited at a game of Texas Hold ‘em.”

KR: “Indeed he would. He was a man of stone and did not let on for one minute that he knew Rylee was there. I have to give him kudos.”

CM: “Finally! Credit where it is due!”

KR: “Don’t cream your pants just yet. I didn’t say he was wrestler of the year or anything!”

Back in the ring XK has Prime back on his feet and has managed to corner him in the far corner from the announcers desk and lets out a huge knife edge chop that turns the body builders chest a bright shade of red. Lucy pounds the mat on the outside to encourage XK to continue in on his opponent and he follows the instruction promptly letting out with several more knife edge chops to the same spot on his opponents chest. Though as he lets out the fury of chops Prime seems to be doing alright and puffs his chest out with each strike. He then jolts out both hands grabbing Kitten by the jaw and hurls him into the corner reversing the advantage. The big man then drives in with a massive elbow to the jaw that take XK off his feet and into the sitting position on the mat.

Prime then looks across the ring at Keith Williams who is taking liberties with Rylee and sprints across the ring. As he makes toward the ropes he drops down and slides underneath with a baseball slide. Both feet connect with Williams and send him toppling into the security barrier as Rylee drops down to one knee to catch her breath from his attack. Prime then pulls himself out of the ring and lumbers over to Keith where he grabs an ample amount of fabric on his opponents tights and then pulls him back into him as he drives a massive fore arm into his lower back. Keith cringes in pain and moves away quickly holding his lower back and tries to escape from the big man. Though as he turns to move away Rylee is standing straight in front of him and wallops him with a huge open hand slap that sends him staggering back toward Prime holding his reddened cheek. As he approaches the bulked up big man, he is caught up as Prime scoops down lifting him by the crotch and neck high over his head with a gorilla press. He then turns to the ring as Rylee bounds up the ring post and onto the top turnbuckle.

Williams flops through the middle rope as Prime hurls him back into the ring and Rylee stands perched ready for the attack. Though she is slowed as Xtreme Kitten lunges to the ropes with a kick to the top and sends her off balance and dropping back first to the mat below. XK then turns his attention to the fallen Williams and drives a soccer like kick square into the dead center of his back. Prime then slides into the ring to take care of some unfinished business as he focuses on Xtreme Kitten and moves in from behind for a shoulder block. Again XK is on top of his game and side steps the big man and catches him with a drop toe hold face down to the mat and then follows through moving to his feet and then dropping a hard elbow across the back of his neck.

CM: “What did I tell you? Xtreme Kitten will be the one to win this match up tonight! He has all of his competition down on the mat and could pin anyone of them if he wanted to.”

DV: “You said Keith Williams was going to take it all. Not Xtreme Kitten.”

CM: “No I didn’t. I said XK.”

KR: “It doesn’t matter anyway. None of them are going to win this match this early on.”

XK then begins to move around to each of his opponents planting stiff kicks into their ribs as they lie on the ground. He goes to Prime first as he is the closest and then moves onto Keith Williams who is still suffering from the last kick but slowly moving to his knees. After making sure both of them are down to the mat for a bit he moves into Rylee cocking his leg ready to deliver the same punishment to her. When he extends his leg to kick her though she surprises him by grabbing hold and pulling him off his feet to his back. She then bounces up to her feet and grabs him by both legs and flips her body over so that she is in a bridging position and has him in a pinfall attempt. Joe Johnson is stunned at first by the quickness but gets down to count the fall.

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KR: “We were just moments away from a huge upset victory. Luckily for Xtreme Kitten he was able to kick out.”

DV: “I’m sure that will not be the first of many close calls in this match up!”

Rylee and Kitten both move back to their feet and move to square of though Rylee is quick to the offense as she leaps into the air and wraps her legs around XK’s head and twirls him down to the mat with a hurricanrana. Prime and Keith both are moving back to their feet and Keith moves quickly to go after Rylee while her back is turned. Prime sees this and moves after. Rylee however spots Keith coming from behind and drops down to a push up position and then jolts her legs back with a mule kick that knocks the wind from him and puts him staggering into the ropes. XK then is on the move after her but Prime whose opportunity was taken to save Rylee from Williams, finds this as a suitable replacement and charges forward leveling XK straight over the top rope and to the outside with a huge clothesline. Rylee sprints to the ropes and rebounds off after Keith and jumps to the air with a flying shoulder block that sends her opponent to the outside as well.

The crowd pop loudly as Prime and Rylee stand soaking in the adoration in the middle of the ring. They then realize that they are lone in the ring and give each other a look up and down before heading to the outside of the ring to take care of further business with Williams and Kitten.

CM: “Looks like the every man for himself theory is out. Like any other woman….Rylee has Prime pussy whipped.”

KR: “I do think it is a great sign of respect that he is looking out for her.”

CM: “Nothing but a cock tease I tell you. He won’t even get a wiff of that pussy let alone get some!”

DV: “Aren’t you aware of the sexual harassment rules this company has? She could sue your ass just for making reference to that.”

CM: “But she wouldn’t because she enjoys the attention and wants men to look at her like a sex object.”

DV: “Alright…..It’s been ni…..ah hell….no it hasn’t. Good luck with that!”

Both Starr and Prime move to the outside with Prime going after XK and Rylee moving after Williams. They then both lift their opponents off the ground and roll them under the bottom ropes and back into the ring and follow after. They both then set their opponents up in corners just opposite each other and then look back to see if the other is ready. Then in a sign of teamwork they whip their opponents toward each other hoping for the inevitable collision. That plan however is foiled as XK drops down to the mat and Keith leaps over him and toward Prime who is awaiting his presence. The big man reaches out to grab hold of Williams but Mr. Wrestling quickly moves himself behind and hoists the hulking Prime up and drops him to the back of his neck with a german suplex. Rylee moves in to help out Prime but she is caught off guard as Xtreme Kitten bounces up in front of her and catches her with a devastating throat thrust and then hooks in as she is gasping and pulls her off her feet and down to the mat with a hard spine buster into a pinfall attempt.

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XK grabs Rylee by the hair and begins to pull her back up to her feet as he rises to his. He then moves like he is going to whip her into the ropes and then pulls back with a short arm and spins his leg into the air nailing her with a beautiful roundhouse kick that takes her back down to the mat.

CM: “Hello Kitty Roundhouse!”

DV: “I think he might have taken her head off!”

Kitten stands over his fallen opponent mentally preparing his next course of action when out of no where he is caught from behind. He is bend backwards and then dropped to the canvas himself by none other than Keith Williams. Mr. Wrestling then takes advantage of the situation and dives over top of Rylee to steal the pinfall from XK. Joe Johnson slides into position and begins to slap his hand to the mat.

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While Johnson is caught up in the moment of counting the pinfall, Williams takes liberties of throwing a foot up on the ropes for added leverage and the official does not notice.

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The recovering Prime makes the last second save breaking the illegal pin and saving the match from a cheap victory.

CM: “Damn you, Prime! Mind your own business.”

KR: “That was clearly his business. He wants the victory of this match just as bad as any other person in this ring!”

CM: “He was just trying to secure after match action and you know it!”

Prime then scoops Williams up off of Rylee and blasts him with a hard forearm to the jaw. However he does not allow him to stagger away, rather he grabs hold of him and pulls him in as he prepares for his next line of offense. That next line of offense would be hoisting Keith up into the air into something he likes to call Prime’s Gorilla Press Drop. Once he has Keith in the air he stalls for several seconds and then lowers his opponent down and then presses him back up throwing him up in the air a bit before allowing him to drop down to the mat face first. Williams crumples upon impact with the canvas and curls up into a fetal position. Prime then hooks his opponent from the side and attempts a roll up and a pinfall of his own. Joe Johnson is right there as usual to count the pinfall as Prime holds his opponents shoulders to the mat.

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Just as Joe Johnson is about to slap his hand to the mat for the three XK moves in from behind and hooks his arms into Prime’s breaking the pinfall and sliding him down his back with a backslide pinfall attempt of his own. Johnson spins his weight on the mat and begins to count XK’s pinfall.

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Again another pinfall break up this time by Rylee Starr who moves in and grabs XK up by the legs rolling him onto his shoulders and pressing down on his legs. She then jumps into the air and drops both her legs over his and leans in for a pinfall of her own.

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The pinfall is quickly kicked out of and Rylee rolls away moving to her feet as the rest of those involved do as well and each of the competitors move to their respective corners and a stare down ensues.

KR: “What an exciting series of pinfalls. Each and every participant is hungry for the win and they will stop at nothing to steal it from the other.”

DV: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many pinfalls reversed into other pinfalls. It was interesting to say the least.”

Each individual in the match watch the other and each hesitate when to move. That is until they all move right in the same direction and for the middle of the ring. This is where a massive slug fest breaks out. All four competitors are throwing fists and chops at the one another and the crowd goes crazy at the massive brawl that has broken out. Rylee is the first that manages to break free and pokes XK in the eyes sending him dazed away. She then runs to the ropes and in her sprint back toward her opponent she dives over grabbing him by the head and drives his head hard into the mat.

KR: “Bad GIRL!!!!”

From the other side of the ring Williams is seen bounding off the ropes and comes back with an attack of his own and nails Prime with a massive Roaring Elbow that drops the big man to his ass. He then sees Rylee stepping to her feet and scoops her up off her feet before she realizes what is going on he scoops her up and flips her upside down. He then quickly crosses his legs and drops her with a tombstone pile driver. He then covers her for the pinfall and Joe Johnson jumps into action.

KR; “This match could be over.”

CM: “What did I tell you? Keith Williams to take this match up and he does it with the K-Driver!”

DV: “Only three seconds away from Williams taking the Slam! International Championship number one contendership.”

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As Prime staggers to his feet XK runs toward him and nails him in the head with the Cat Kick. This sends his opponent toppling on top of the pinfall predicament and breaks the pinfall. Williams climbs back up to his feet slapping his hand on the canvas as he does and goes after XK swearing at him for meddling. He then shoves him away and into the ropes. As he returns Keith belts him with a vicious right hand and then attempts to catch him dazed by going for another K-Driver. As he lifts his opponent up he is caught off balance and XK manages to bend him over backwards and then lifts him up draping him over his shoulders. He then manages to flip him over onto his back hooking his leg and neck applying pressure. He then releases Williams legs while throwing his body up into the air and drops him forward while grabbing his torso and driving his head hard into the mat.

DV: “CAT’S MEOW!!!”

Lucy slaps her hands to the mat and then claps her hands over her head as XK hooks Williams up into the pinning attempt. Joe Johnson slides into position and begins to count the fall.

KR: “This one is over. No sign of life from Starr or Prime and Williams is definitely not kicking out of this one.”

CM: “Just as I predicted. Xtreme Kitten wins!”

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Lucy slides into the ring to celebrate with XK as Johnson raises his hands and Body Hammer begins to play over the PA system.

Charles Cruz: “Here is your winner and number one contender to the Slam! International Championship…….XTREME KITTEN!!!!”

As Xtreme Kitten celebrates his contendership victory, the cameras settle at ringside by Jonathan Hitchen and Thomas Moore.

JH: Fans, up next is the Cruiserweight Championship match between April Lynn and Graver. And- Thomas, what are you doing?

Thomas gets a far away look in his eye as he begins to rise from his seat.

TM: Jonathan... Do you hear it?

You can clearly hear the Madison Square Garden crowd as they chant "T - M! T - M! T - M! T - M!" Moore throws off his headset and turns around, slapping as many high fives as he can with the crowd!

JH: Fans, I feel like I'm in Bizarro-Land.

After the chants start to die down and Thomas hits the last of his high fives, he comes back to the announcers desk and throws his headset back on.

TM: *slightly out of breath* Oh my... I'm sorry Jonathan, but my people were calling me! I swear, do you feel the excitement, Jonathan?! We're in Smark country! My kind of town!

JH: I'm aware, Thomas. And it's not gonna make my job any easier tonight. As I've been saying, fans - It's Cruiserweight Title match time. And in a schoking turn of events, Graver has stolen the FIW Cruiserweight Championship!

TM: Oh he did not. They had a match. Graver said so.

JH: 'They had a match' my foot! Graver stole it from her!

TM: Fair and Square!

JH: Oh, so you admit it?

TM: I didn't say a word. In fact, lemme get my laptop out so the Internet Wrestling Community can back me up on this. I know loads of chatrooms and message boards that would make you look like a fool!

JH: Ladies and Gentlemen... Thomas Moore.

[align=center]"One time I saw a filipino cab driver cut out a cancer with a rusty butter knife."[/align]

The ultra-heavy guitars of Rob Zombie's new single "Let it All Bleed Out" rock into our ears as the lights begin to flash white and red in strobe. Smoke pours from the entryway, the drums explode into existanec, and a familiar face comes rockin' out into view.

[align=center]BLEED!
BLEED!

BLEED IT OUT!

YEAH!
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Graver steps past the strobes and fog so that his whole body is visible, getting pelted by boos and... a few cheers?

TM: Hey, Graver's not getting as cold a welcome as we thought! I gotta mention that on the ROH message boards! *types*

JH: Like I said fans, Bizzaro-Land.

He slaps the gold around his waist a few times before raising both hands in a double deuce to his "fans" and making his way to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope after a short running start and pops up with both arms raised in a Stone Cold-style New York salute. Graver moves to the nearest turnbuckle and springs up on top of it, pointing to a fan and mocking him before taking the title off his waist and holding it up by th strap, flipping one last bird with the other hand. Graver hops down and hands the title to the referee, giving very specific instructions as to its treatment while out of his care.

JH: Well fans, of all the degenerates I've seen in my time in FIW, I never seen one quite like Graver. An- Wait, what's Graver doing?

TM: Probably talking trash with an April mark.

Rather, Graver is standing by the ropes where he sees a small crowd of fans with Graver t-shirts, all of which are chanting his name; "GRA-VER! GRA-VER! GRA-VER! GRA-VER!" Graver actually gets a confused look on his face, and then flips them the bird.

JH: Now that's how you treat your fans.[/sarcasm]

But rather, the Graver fans go crazy! So Graver flips them off again!!! And they go wild!!! Confuzzled by this madness, Graver grabs the arm of a nearby Michael Anderson and drags him over to the fans. "Look at this!" Graver screams, then produces a middle finger to those fans at ringside. And they go wild once again!

TM: Bahhhhh! Mark-out moment! I gotta make a thread about this!

Michael Anderson just shrugs his shoulders and walks back to the center of the ring. Graver walks over to the ropes climbs out of the ring, and almost on cue...

The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring. She makes her way up the ring steps, walking along the apron and glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. Dropping her duster off her shoulders, she walks to the opposite side of the ring to drop it through the ropes before turning to await that start of the contest.

JH: Well fans, maybe things aren't as opposite as they seem. Because the crowd was very warm and gave April quite the pop.

TM: And y'know why? Because of three reasons - She's hot, she can cut a promo and she isn't Ashley Massaro.

JH: Well, that's true. But TNT prides itself on having the best promos, the best wrestlers and best wrestling exhibition in the world!

TM: Oh, well, at the ROH Boards, SJMark_1201 and eye<3TNA think otherwise.

JH: Screw 'em then.

TM: Careful Jonathan, they might make a blog about you.

JH: For the love of God...

Michael Anderson, who's been midring the whole time, brings the mic to his lips and does what he does best.

MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall with a Thirty Minute Time Limit! And is for... The FIW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd pops for the belt of course, but wait! The 30 Minute Match fan is in the front row, right next to the Graver marks. He looks quite annoyed at them, then brings his hands above his head. "THIR-TEE MIN-UTES!" Clap, clap, clapclapclap.

MA: Introducing first, the challenger... From DETROIT, MICHIGAN! Standing Five feet, Eleven inches. Weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Ninety pounds... GRRRRRRRRRRAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYVERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!111

Graver... Actually isn't in the ring. He's ringside, looking on at this faction of Graver fans at ringside. He sees a younger, heavyset woman. He reaches over and does the honk-honk treatment to one of her... well, you know! The young, heavy set woman brings a hand up and faints! One of the faction with a Graver T-Shirt on looks over at Graver and pumps his fists in the air! "Graver groped my girlfriend! YEAH!" The fan keeps his hands in the air while the other Graver-ites point at Graver and chant "E-C-W! E-C-W! E-C-W! E-C-W!" Graver just... He doesn't know what to do. So he just shrugs and rolls back into the ring.

JH: Bizarro-Land, I swear.

MA: And the opponent... From Aurora, Ohio. Standing Five feet, Four inches. Weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Twenty Five pounds... She is the recognized FIW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!! APRILLLLL! LINNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!11!ONE!!!!!!

And hey, April gets quite a reaction. She politely waves to her fans, ignoring the "DI-VA!" chants from the Graver army.

JH: It's become a personal feud between these two, fans. What, with Garver playing Mr. Nice Guy in the hopes of getting in April's pants.

TM: Oh come on, you see how she looks ah him. She's so totally into him. Plus I read a bunch of rumors from PW-Torch that they're an item backstage.

JH: Thomas, you work for FIW. Why do you need to read an online dirtsheet about rumors at your own promotion? You can't just ask around?

JH: Don't you think that'd be kinda rude? I'd rather just dig up what dirt I can online.

JH: Again... Ladies and Gentlemen... Thomas Moore.

Michael Anderson makes his exit from the ring while Richard Kelly slides in. Once standing, he signals to Timmy the Timekeeper for...

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

Graver and April leave their corners and begin to circle one another. Garver says some rather, impolite things you can't say on Network TV but can on Pay-Per-View. What he says specifically, use your own imagination. Regardless, it prompts April to charge and both connect with a Collar and Elbow Tie Up. With the obvious height and weight advantage, Graver begins to shove April backwards into one of the turnbuckles. Referee Richard Kelly calls for a clean break... And gets one. Graver backs up, only to charge back in ramming a knee to April's midsection! And another! Graver then nails a HUUUUUGE Right Hand into April's jaw, then another HUUUUUGE Right Hand into April's cheek! And- AHHH! A Stiff Elbow right into her nose!

JH: No! Graver's gonna break April's face!

TM: Come on, her daddy could just buy her a personal plastic surgeon. Nothing to worry about. Though a bre-

JH: Don't you start.

Graver grabs ahold of April's wrist and slingshots her into the opposite turnbuckle. Graver charges April, but April pushes herself up with the ropes and performs a splits across the top rope! Once close enough, April spins downward and connects with a Sunset Flip!

JH: Amazing athleticism!

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TWO!


TH - KICKOUT!
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JH: April really caught Graver off guard with that pin attempt!

Graver gets to a knee but April bolts over to Graver, quickly bringing him to a vertical base. She grasps around his wrist and throws Graver to the ropes. Graver rebounds right into a Leg Lariat by April Lynn! Graver clutches at his collar bones, which took the brunt of the impact while April immediately rolls herself to her feet. Both grapplers make it to their feet at the same time and Graver charges at April, only to be taken to the mat with an Arm Drag! Graver bounces back up and charges only to be Arm Dragged again! Quite pissed off now, Graver charges April and gets taken to the mat with a Fujiwara Armbar!

TM: FUJIWADA AHMBAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

JH: Thomas, we save the "Japanese Announcers" schtick for the later matches on the card.

TM: But we're in smark country! Smark's less than three submission holds!

JH: Okay, one - this whole "smark" thing is getting old and two - what the hell does "less than three" mean?

TM: <3

JH: Oh. Well, that is kinda nifty. Valentine's Day is comin' up, fellas. Remember to get that lady in your life something nice.

Well, Graver got April an early Valentine's Day gift. It's an earfull of "OWWWWWW! THAT FUCKIN' HURTS!" Referee Richard Kelly gets down next to Graver to see if he's interesting in calling it a day, but lets Kelly know he isn't by making it to his knees and rolling out from the Armbar! But Before April can react, she gets a face full of Knee!

JH: Argh! Stiff Knee Drop to April's face!

April cluitches at her b-e-a-utiful face, rolling to a crawling position. To which Graver brings a leg back AND NAILS A KICK TO APRIL'S RIBS! April flies back to the mat, clutching at her side. Graver pushes April so she's flat on her back, looking up at the lights. Graver bounces off of the ropes and connects with a Leg Drop! He swivels himself to a cover...

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!



KICKOUT!
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But Graver stays on April, grabbing a handful of hair and bringing her to her feet. He grabs ahold of April's wrist, tugs her over and connects with a Short Arm Clothesline! But oh no, he still has ahold of April's wrist. He tugs her back to her feet, snaps her over and nails a 2nd Short Arm Clothesline! Graver still has a grip on April's wrist and looks over to Graver Nation in the front row where they chant "ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!" He nods, snaps April over AND CONNECTS WITH A THIRD SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!

TM: That's gotta be it! Graver's gonna retain!

JH: He wouldn't be re- Wait, he goes for the cover!

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!



THR - APRIL GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
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Graver doesn't look too pleased about that. He looks over to Richard Kelly and holds up three fingers. Kelly only holds up two. Graver then holds up one and yells "Two plus one equals three, dumbfuck!" And, well, I'd imagine Kelly's not too pleased in being called a Dumbfuck. But hey - you can't disqualify somebody for making fun of you. Regardless, Graver makes it to a vertical base. He then does the whole "Scratch 'n' Spit" routine, pondering what else he has to do to "retain" the Cruiserweight title. April climbs to a knee BUT GRAVER CONNECTS WITH A SHINING MEAT HOOK OUTTA NOWHERE! Graver makes another cover...

[align=center]ONE!!!



TWO!!!



THRE - KICKOUT!
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JH: Oh my! Amazing resilience on display from April Lynn!

TM: It's called "workrate," Hitchen.

JH: Oh hush with your smark slang.

Graver's not exactly the most pleased individual at this point. As he shoves himself off of April he grabs April by the forearm and hauls her to her feet. He huffs and throws April top the ropes. April rebounds right into a Lariat! NO! April latches around Graver's arm and swings FROM A CRUCIFIX INTO A FRONT CHANCERIE and SPIKES GRAVER ONTO THE TOP OF HIS HEAD WITH A DDT!

JH: OH MY! WHAT A DDT OUT OF NOWHERE! Can April capitalize?!

Referee Richard Kelly looks down on each competitor and begins his KO count. . .

1!


2!


3!



Graver climbs to a knee and clutches at his neck while April is on all fours and crawls to the ropes.


4!


5!


6!


Graver's made it to a vertical base but stands bent over, still grasping at his neck. With the assistance of the ropes, April has made it to a knee.

7!


8!


April, albeit groggily, makes it to a vertical base! Graver sees so and stands straight and quickly approaches April. Graver reels back only to get nailed in the face with April's Forearm! And another! April reels back AND NAILS A STIFF ELBOW RIGHT INTO GRAVER'S MOUTH! Graver doubles over and clutches at his jaw. April blitzes and rotates Graver with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Shaking out any cobwebs that may be left, Kendra quickly gets to a vertical base. As Graver begins to stand, APRIL CHARGES and TAKES GRAVER BACK TO THE MAT WITH A SPINNING HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN!

JH: What heart by April Lynn! To come back after so much offense from Graver!

But Graver doesn't stay down for long as he climbs to a knee. Upon seeing this, April speeds behind Graver and climbs through the ropes to the ring apron. As Graver stands up straight, April leaps, SPRINGBOARDS OFF OF THE ROPES and CONNECTS WITH A BULLDOG!

JH: AURORA BOREALIS!

But Graver's still not staying down! Upon impact, Graver immediately pushes himself to all fours. Suprised, April steps over to Graver. She walks behind him and grasps at his ankles. She yanks his knees out from under him, then turns him on the mat so he's facing the lights. April then places her leg in between Graver's legs, turns 180 degrees over the leg and grasps the other leg, crossing them as she does so and falls to the mat, applying pressure to Graver's crossed legs with her own. Or in other words...

JH: FIGURE FOUR! FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK APPLIED!

TM: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!

Just like Thomas, Madison Square Garden "Woooooooooo's!" along with him! Graver spazzes and flops like a wounded animal as April tries to keep the hold applied. Referee Richard Kelly approaches, only for Graver to grab him but the scruff of his shirt! "C'mon, man! This can't be a legal move! Disqualify her ass!" And then Graver goes to yell something else, but what comes out is "ARGH! OWWW!" Graver looks backwards and sees he's not too far from the ropes. He grits his teeth and moans painfully as he palms his way to the ropes. April tries to stay put and squirm away from the ropes, but is no use. Soon enough, Graver clutches around the bottom ropes. Richard Kelly begins his count on April, to which April finally releases herself from the Figure Four at 2 1/2.

JH: Albeit the Figure Four not being applied for very long, I would imagine it did it's damage.

April approaches Graver, who's made it to his knees. April leans in and starts to bring Graver to his feet but gets nailed in the midsection with a Right Hand! And another! Graver climbs to his feet and nails a knee to April's midsection! April doubles over and Graver takes advantage, ramming April's head into a Standing Headscissor! Graver underhooks both arms, thus giving us the...

TM: VIOLENT PORNOGRAPHY! L-M-A-O! I LESS THAN THREE THIS MOVE!

JH: It never ends with you, does it?

Referee Richard Kelly approaches April in this rather odd situation, seeing if she's interested in calling it a day. Kelly gets the signal "no," or at least he thinks he does. He does want to have to stick his head that close to Graver's bathing suit region. I don't blame him. :p . The MSG crowd starts to get behind April, clapping and cheering quite loudly now. Course the Graver fans at ringside loudly chant "VIO-LENT PORNO!" then clap a bunch of times. And the 30 Minute Fan is still doing the "THIR-TY MINUTES!" and doing some clapping with that. Graver wrenches harder on April's underhooked arms, bringing a smile to his face. "I got this easy!" He yells. But soon he yells for a different reason as April un-underhooks her arms and takes Graver to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown!

JH: Amazing reversal!

April immediately drops an elbow right into Graver's face! And then a vicious Forearm Strike!

TM: Argh! She's gonna break Graver's nose! She better let him use her plastic surgeon when it's all over!

Graver clutches at his face pushes himself to a seated position. April runs to the ropes, rebounds AND NAILS A DROPKICK RIGHT INTO GRAVER'S JAW! She swivels into a cover...

[align=center]ONE!





TWO!





KICKOUT!
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April nods to her adoring crowd, appearantly signaling the end is near! April backs up to a nearby turnbuckle, Graver begins to stir and slowly makes it to his feet as April climbs to the top rope. April leaps AND CONNECTS WITH A BULLDOG! NO! Graver just ducks out of the way and April lands hard on her back!

JH: Bulldog missed!

TM: It's anybody's match now!

But April isn't down for long. She quickly swivels back to her feet and clutches at her back ONLY TOP TAKE A RIGHT HAND FROM GRAVER! And another! But April fires back an ELbow right into Graver's mouth! And another! Three for three times the price! But Graver comes back with a boot to April's midsection! And a Double Axe Handle to her back! Graver then grabs ahold of April's wrist and throws her to a nearby turnbuckle! Graver turns aside and spits out a wad of hemoglobin and as we get another look as Graver, his teeth are stained in crimson.

JH: Looks as if those Elbow shots to Graver's jaw busted him open. But it doesn't deter him any as it looks.

Graver puts his hands on April and thrusts her to the top turnbuckle.

JH: I wonder what we'll see here?

April sits on the top turnbuckle while Graver climbs to the 2nd rope. Graver goes to lock in a Front Chancerie, but gets blasted in the stomach with an Elbow Strike! And another! April reels back and nails a HUUUUUGE Elbow into Graver's face! Graver falls from the turnbuckle and to the mat. But as Graver begins to climb back to his feet April climbs to the top rope!

JH: Another Bulldog attempt?!

Once Graver is at a steady enough vertical base, APRIL LEAPS FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON PN GRAVER!

JH: APRIL SOHWERS!

TM: C'MON GRAVER, GET UP!

APRIL HOOKS THE LEG INTO THE COVER!

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!



THREE!


DING DING DING![/align]

MA: Your winner of this match and STILL FIW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION! APRILLLLL! LINNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

''Don't Cha"Richard Kelly gets ahold of the Cruiserweight Championship and hands it to April Lynn, who's since pushed herself off of Graver to a vertical base. Kelly then raises her hand to the air, getting a roaring ovation from the MSG crowd!

JH: She did it! April retains!

TM: Awww. And I just made a thread on how Graver was the future of wrestling as we know it. He's getting buried, I tells ya! Freakin' glass ceiling in FIW!

JH: *grabs TM's laptop and throws it into the crowd* Enough of the smark talk! Am I gonna havta wash your mouth out with Kayfabe?!

April rips the piece of scotch tape off of the belt with Graver's name on it and flicks it to the ground. She then makes her way to a nearby turnbuckle and raises the belt over her head!

JH: Defiantely a fighting champion, fans. And if there's anyone more deserving of the Cruiserweight Title, I don't know who.

In a segment taped 'earlier today in Madison Square Garden', Full Intensity Wrestling CEO Dr. Schultz is seen in his office. He unzips a pale brown leather satchel and pulls out a few sheets of typed paper. Schultz peers over his reading glasses, checking over the documents before placing the on his desk. Two glasses of water along with a pitcher have been placed on the desk.

Schultz: Ah, good.

He sits down in his leather desk chair just as there is a knock at the door.

Schultz: Come!

The door opens and Slam! Commissioner Richard Markone enters. The two old friends greet each other with a handshake across the desk. Dr. Schultz motions for Markone to take a seat.

Markone: How are you Albert?

Schultz: Not too bad myself, thank you. But we must get down to business.

Markone: Oh, okay. The sooner this meeting ends, the sooner I can start enjoying the Anniversary pay-per-view party I have planned. You got our invitation?

Schultz: I did receive your invitation thank you, however I think I’ll decline. I am going to be busy later.

Markone: I see.

Schultz's tone changes, from a pleasant outlook to a more serious tone as Markone takes a quick glance at his watch.

Schultz: Now Richard, I'm afraid we must talk business.

Markone: Absolutely, the sooner we start the sooner we can start the party!

Schultz: For now, what I’d like is your Review of Slam!.

Markone: A what now?

Schultz: A Review of Slam!.

Markone shifts in his chair, a little uncomfortable about this development.

Markone: Well, how do you mean?

Schultz: I'd like your opinion on the following matters - roster size, ratings and the current situations surrounding the titles on Slam! at the moment.

Markone: The roster size is good, very manageable and there's not many spare slots available on the cards. Ratings as you know have been steadily improving, I think we've made real progress in that department. As far as titles go, the Tactical Assault Championship is coming into play nicely and the International Championship competition is hotting up. We've got S.W.A.T. out for the tag titles later and of course the Jack Manson/Matt Impact World Championship feud continues tonight.

Markone pulls on his collar, feeling a little hot. He picks up the pitcher of water and pours himself a glass, his hand shaking a little and Dr. Schultz notices.

Schultz: Richard, how are you feeling?

Markone: Fine thank you.

Schultz: And the Extreme Chaos Championship?

Markone: Well...

Markone wipes his forehead with a handkerchief from his pocket.

Markone: It's currently held by Orion Oldriod. He's the greatest Extreme Chaos Champion ever.

Schultz: Opinion noted. The creation of S.W.A.T. and your recent decisions have left me a little concerned Richard. There are some among the Slam! audience and even those on the roster such as Keith Williams have suggested that perhaps your time is coming to a close.

The Slam! Commissioner seems shocked.

Markone: What?! No! I'm fine, Slam! is fine...

Schultz: I apologise Richard but from a business standpoint there are some decisions that need reviewing. Such as the Tactical Assault Championship & Slam! International Championship tag team match tonight at Déjà Vu. First of all, I fail to see how Toan earned this opportunity and second of all, why isn't Sean Madrox allowed to use his TAC Stipulation in this match?

Markone: Sean Madrox isn't allowed his stipulation because there are more on the line than his title.

Schultz: Although you agree that it would be a possibly more attractive match with the TAC Stipulation involved?

Markone: Maybe...

There is a pause, as Markone drinks his water hastily and wipes his mouth as Dr. Schultz sips at his.

Schultz: I don't think you are a well man Richard. One of your own members of S.W.A.T. left me a message last week to say that you were competent and having been around you for just a short time I agree. I am advising you to take some leave. You deserve it.

Markone: No! Albert, I am absolutely fine.

The CEO appears disapproving of Markone response. He takes a harsh line.

Schultz: Can you empty your pockets for me?

Richard Markone goers straight to his inside jacket pocket and pulls out a small bottle of pills. He hands them over to Dr. Schultz.

Markone: That what you are looking for?

Schultz studies the bottle.

Schultz: This is strong stuff Richard, you should have consulted me before taking any sort of medication.

Markone: I'm sorry, I should have. But I am perfectly fine, I just need to take one or two a day.

Schultz: I’m sorry Richard, I can’t allow you to continue as you are.

Markone: Please Albert, I need this job.

Schultz: As I said Richard, I can’t allow you to continue.

Markone seemingly begins begging, his hands clasped and his body is leant forward.

Markone: Please Albert, please!

Schultz: I apologise Richard, but my decision stands. As of now you are

Markone is crushed, Dr. Schultz offers a sympathetic expression to his old friend. We cut back to ringside...

KR: Up next, ladies and gentlemen, is no doubt going to be one of the most violent and shocking matches we have ever seen. Maj Tahal goes up against his former partner, Prince Kashmir, in Jahannum. Earlier this week Tahal explained to us about the Jahannum, and we can see the demonic structure above the ring right now. This feud has been years in the making and everyone wanted to see it.

CM: I never wanted to see it.

KR: Do you now?

CM: Only because Maj Tahal is a little bitch now.

DV: Hey, so you two do have something in common!

Charles Cruz has his mic and stands in the ring, as he begins to speak.

CC: This next contest will be the first ever "Jahannum Match"!

A huge pop from the crowd.

CC: The rules and stipulations of this match are on the tron now.

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CC: When both contestants have entered the ring, the Jahannum cell will lower down. The object of the match is to climb a ladder through the hatch in the top of the cell, and to grab the button hanging above the cell, to release gas onto your opponent, still in the chamber. The chamber is built with barbed wire, and is totally surrounded by protective glass. The winner of this match will be the first one to gas his opponent.

KR: Without a doubt, this is going to be one sick match.

DV: I cannot see one thing about this match I don't like.

A gong sounds, the arena suddenly goes quiet…

[align=center]I believe in God
I believe in destiny
Not destiny in the sense of all of our exerts being pre-determined
But destiny in the sense of our ability to choose
Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be
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Prince Kashmir brazenly walks through the entrance way and stops, holding an Indian flag above his head as an ornately decorated Indian throne is carried through the entranceway by four men in traditional Indian clothing, they set it down behind him. Kashmir sits in the throne, the four men pick it back up and carry him down to the ring, where he gets off and enters the ring, the four men carry the throne backstage. Kashmir looks up at the Jahannum as he gets off his throne.

CC: First, weighing 220lbs, from New Delhi, India, PRINCE KASHMIR!

[align=center]I was born to reign
Point blank
My name to be etched in stone
My destiny pre-ordained
Tryin’ to live righteous
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Kashmir hands a ring monkey (who gets booed) the flag and climbs into the ring via the steps, the monkey gives him back the flag above the middle rope, which he takes into the ring and waves, before handing it to yet another random ring monkey and begins stretching, waiting for Maj to come out. Princess is nowhere to be seen. Kashmir looks up again at the Jahannum chamber.

KR: Kashmir stares up at the Jahannum chamber, knowing to well he's going to be taken to hell in that cell.

CM: "Well"? "Hell"? "Cell"? My God, you're so excited, you're actually rhyming.

The lights in the arena suddenly change to a mix of gold and red, as the sound of a helicopter goes overhead. The crowd, recognising this, erupt into cheers. The tron starts to show highlights from the career of Maj Tahal. The build-up guitars of the song "Morning Glory" starts to blast over the P.A. system. As the guitars build-up, the atmosphere gets more excited, as suddenly out from the curtain walks Maj Tahal himself. He suddenly reaches his arms out in a taunt, as an explosion of gold either side of him appears, at just the time the song picks up. The crowd cheer even more, as Maj suddenly looks out and grins. He starts to walk down towards the ring.

CC: And the opponent, making his way to the ring, weighing 245lbs, from Bombay, India, , MAJ "PATHERA" TAHAL!

Maj slaps hands on his way down to the ring with out stretched arms of the audience. Maj finally gets to the ring. He slides into it, and walks over to the far corner, where he climbs the far turnbuckle. He looks out to the audience and grins, causing a torrent of camera flashes to drown him. He stands there in his own glory, absorbing the energy, until he suddenly takes off his jacket on the turnbuckle, and throws it out to a member of the audience in the front row. The ecstatic member of the crowd jumps up and down after catching it, while Maj grins and climbs down. He suddenly turns and faces Kashmir. His grin fades away. Both men stop what they were doing, and just stare into each other's eyes with pure hatred. There is noticeably no referee in the ring. Suddenly, the glass, steel and barbed wire chamber starts to lower. The crowd's excitement builds up, while Maj and Kashmir do not take any notice of the lowering chamber, to busy with their stare-off. The chamber lowers in place, and above it's roof is seen a small control dangling from the ceiling. There is a platform of steel grid between the ring and the walls of the chamber, similar to WWE's Elimination Chamber. On here, surrounding the ring, are assortments of weapons including chairs, tables, ladders, kendo sticks and every other weapon. The chamber is finally in place.

KR: It is an awesome sight to behold.

CM: That's one badass chamber alright.

DV: Weapons everywhere, barbed wire surrounding them, gas canisters under the ring, it's like a Hardcore Heaven of violence.

The bell rings to signal the start of the match.

DING
DING
DING

Maj looks at Kashmir straight and the two men stare each other down for a few moments, before Kashmir turns away, a look of disgust on his face… Maj takes this… but when Kashmir turns around Maj takes him down by the legs and starts beating on Kashmir’s head with both hands. Kashmir uses his arms to protect his face. When your face is insured for a million dollars you’ll understand why. Kashmir desperately thrashes out trying to escape until Maj stops trying to beat on him, then standing and letting his former partner get up, taunting at him to bring it on. Kashmir gets to his feet hurriedly and runs at Tahal who leapfrogs him. Kashmir comes back off the ropes and slips between Maj’s legs and stands up behind him… only to be clotheslined to the mat by the bigger Indian, this time Maj wastes no time and picks up the Kash Machine and kicks him in the midsection. The winded Prince doubles over as Maj lifts him up into a powerbomb position, then tries to drop him…but Kashmir’s got his legs locked behind Maj’s neck, Kashmir dangles in front of Maj… who improvises by crushing Kashmir’s head into the mat with a piledriver.

DV: Ouch. Simply put.

Maj stands up and taunts off the second rope while the Prince climbs a little unsteadily to his feet. He sneaks up on Maj who keeps taunting to his fans to the cheers… before grabbing Maj’s arms and pulling him over with a huge second rope German Suplex! Maj clasps his hands around the back of his head as Prince Kashmir heads outside the ring.

CM: Kashmir wasting no time in going after Toan’s toys.

KR: So where’s the butt plug?

CM: Shut up Royle. I don't know what you're trying to insinuate there.

DV: Simple queer comments too confusing for you, Chip? Strange, you're usually at the end of most of them.

Kashmir picks up a trash can, and in true WWE style hurls it over the rope into the ring, along with a chair and Kashmir slides a table in under the bottom rope. Tahal gets to his feet as Kashmir enters the ring, bearing with him another chair, and Kashmir charges toward Maj with the chair, swinging it wildly, he misses as Maj ducks, before sticking out a leg and sweeping Kashmir’s away, landing Kashmir’s face into the metal of the chair. The crowd pops as Maj does some damage to the Prince’s features.

KR: Finally… something shuts Kashmir’s mouth.

CM: Shut up Royle.

DV: You’ve said that twice in well… not long.

Maj takes a turn at going for a weapon, picking up the trash can, and empties it for good measure… revealing it’s lid, how it fits inside I don’t know. But it does. Maj goes back for Kashmir. But where is he? Well actually he’s spring boarding off the ropes with a dropkick to the chest of Tahal! Maj goes backwards but rolls backward and gets to his feet, Kashmir gets up and goes for a spear on Maj, but Maj lifts him up onto his shoulders in a position similar to that of a dominator, but Kashmir grabs his head and shifting his weight drops Maj with a reverse DDT straight onto the can! Kashmir bounces and springboards off the second rope with a moonsault straight to the chest of Maj Tahal!

CM: Some great and innovative offense there by the Kash Machine.

KR: Kash Machine? So he spews out money as well as bullshit?

CM: Well slum-rat Tahal doesn’t have royal blood like the Prince. He can spew out bullshit occasionally if he wants.

Kashmir takes this as his opportunity and gets out of the ring and over to the ladder, but it’s stuck in the barbed wire of the cage. Kashmir keeps trying to pull the damn ladder down, but the Prince finally gives up on it and turns around... INTO A HUGE SPEAR FROM TAHAL INTO THE LADDER! Maj holds on though… hitting a Northern Lights Suplex onto the steel grating!

KR: And what were you saying about Maj Tahal earlier?

CM: That he’s scum from a slum.

DV: Well, at least Chip’s consistent…

Maj doesn’t press his advantage, since, you know, he hit his back on that steel too, you know? Kashmir keeps rolling around on his back, in some rather evident pain. Maj climbs to his feet and goes after Kashmir, trying to pick him up by the legs… but Kashmir isn’t as damaged as Maj thinks as Kashmir grabs his arms and pushes his legs into Maj’s stomach hitting a…

DV: MONKEY FLIP INTO THE LADDER!

CM: I told you I was right, Royle.

KR: That was a very impressive move there from Prince Kashmir. It’s a shame his conduct doesn’t match it.

CM: What do you mean? He’s a wonderful man. Kind, gentle, loving and he’s so good to his woman.

KR: What? Is this the same guy we’re talking about?

Maj hits the ladder and drops to the floor, onto his head, an ominous thud barely audible over the crowd's reaction to the Prince's taunt, which Kashmir instantly stops, before jumping onto the ladder, turning around and jumping off with a leg drop... but no Maj! Kashmir hits the steel - hard and falls backward... his back going into the barbed wire... Kashmir roars and gets to his feet, clutching his back only for Maj Tahal to take him out with a missile dropkick from the top rope. Maj rolls into the ring and starts setting up the table, then he goes out and drags Kashmir up by his hair and throws him over the top rope and into the ring.

CM: Opportunist! Parasite!

KR: A costly mistake from Kashmir, Dean?

DV: Oh, surely. I mean for one it's gonna hurt when he next pees. That's for sure.

CM: I worry about you Venchenzo.

DV: Coming from the man that calls opportunists parasites, just because you can't use the opportunity of a prostitute when it arrives.

Kashmir slowly tries to pick himself up, with assistance from the ropes. But as he does, Maj suddenly lays a punch straight to the face of Kashmir. He then grabs Kashmir's head, and brings him over to the table. He suddenly slams his head straight into the table, before rolling Kashmir on it. The Prince lays across it, holding his face. Maj goes back to the ropes and makes his way out of the ring again. He walks over to the ladder, which is still stuck in the barbed wire. He tries, like Kashmir before him, to pull it out, with minimal success. Maj sighs, as something suddenly catches his eye on the floor. It's some wire cutters. They must have been left there when the cell was being assembled, as Maj picks them up and quickly cuts the barbed wire that's holding the ladder in place. Maj now finally has the ladder free, and sets it up right by the inside edge of the cell. He then scales it, and looks in the ring. To his shock though, Kashmir is standing on top of the table, grinning sadistically. Maj's eyes open in shock, as suddenly the Prince jumps off the table, onto the ropes, and springboards off them. He's hurling towards Maj, who stands on the top but one rung of the ladder. Tahal suddenly dives off the ladder, to avoid getting hit. Kashmir meanwhile, suddenly crashes into the ladder. It's a sprawled mess, as the ladder falls backwards into the barbed wire inside of the chamber. Kashmir falls into too, and as the ladder falls to the floor, Kashmir's boot gets stuck in the barbed wire. Kashmir's top half falls, and he's left dangling upside down. His foot caught up in the barbed wire, he just hangs their, eyes distant.

KR: SUICIDE, ROYAL STYLE!

CM: I'd prefer to see "Royale's style suicide".

DV: He's hanging their now like a slaughtered pig.

KR: Leave him to die!

CM: He gets more worked up than me. He's supposed to be the non-biased one as well.

Maj gets up, and sees that Kashmir is caught up in the barbed wire. Maj grins as he walks over to Kashmir. he looks down at the steel grating below Kashmir's head to see some barbed wire that had been cut off. Maj bends over and picks it up. He wraps it around his fist, and suddenly hold his fist up in the air. The crowd go crazy with excitement, as Maj suddenly goes down to Kashmir's head level. He's heard shouting something at Kashmir.

Maj: TRY THIS, YOU BASTARD!

Maj suddenly punches Kashmir right in the face with the barbed wire covered fist. Kashmir suddenly start flailing, as his arms try to defend his face. Maj starts to repeatedly fire fists into the face of Kashmir, not stopping. As he finally pulls away, across the right side of Kashmir's face are many small gashes. Blood starts to come out, and go down Kashmir's face. The crowd cheer for Maj, as Tahal turns his back to Kashmir. He then suddenly quickly spins around, and stomps Kashmir right into the chin. His neck snaps backwards, and his boot suddenly slips free. His body collapses head first onto the steel, and he lies in a heap on there. Maj seems satisfied, as he looks around for yet another weapon to torture Kashmir with. His eyes suddenly fall upon a sledgehammer. Tahal nods his head as he walks over to the weapon of mass pain. He bends over, and picks it up, before walking back over to Prince Kashmir. Kashmir is starting to show signs of life on the floor. Tahal lays the sledgehammer down onto the floor by Kashmir. Maj then grabs the head of the Prince, and lifts him to his feet. Kashmir does not know where he is, as Maj suddenly puts him underneath his right arm, and lifts him across his back into the gory special position. The crowd build up in anticipation, recognising that Maj is calling for the “Lotus”. Maj walks over, with Kashmir on his back, right in front of the sledgehammer, with the head of the sledgehammer facing Maj. Tahal then suddenly grabs the head of Kashmir, ready to swing him over to hit a piledriver straight into the end of the sledgehammer.

KR: OH MY GOD, MAJ IS GOING TO HIT A LOTUS STRAIGHT ONTO THAT SLEDGEHAMMER!

CM: NO! STOP HIM!

DV: PLEASE, SOMEONE STOP THESE TWO SHOUTING!

Kashmir, regaining his sense suddenly, starts to struggle. Maj cannot keep hold, and has to let Kashmir go. Kashmir falls behind Maj, and stumbles forwards a bit. He turns around, as Maj does as well. Tahal suddenly has a burst of speed, and runs straight at Kashmir. He dives at him, going for a spear, but Kashmir dodges. Maj almost loses his balance, but does not, and instead turns around, and walks straight into…

CM: KESARI!

KR: What a superkick from Kashmir!

DV: That was so powerful, Maj’s family felt it.

Maj falls to the floor holding his jaw, as Kashmir turns to face the fans with a look of evil on his face. The crowd’s boos are heard loud and clear through the glass, as Kashmir turns and grabs the ladder. He throws it into the ring, and then grabs Maj. He picks up the IMD, and throws him over the top rope. Tahal lands hard on the canvas, and groans. Kashmir gets into the ring, and sets up the ladder right beneath the hatch in the ceiling. He suddenly starts to climb it, looking up at the hatch.

KR: Kashmir is going to the hatch already here.

CM: Go on, show them how royal you are, Prince.

He makes his way to one of the top steps, when suddenly, the hand of Maj grabs the boot of Kashmir. Kashmir tries to continue his way up, but is held back by the Panthera. The Kash Machine turns around on the ladder, and sits on the top. Maj suddenly starts to climb the ladder himself. He goes straight up towards Kashmir, until his feet are only a few rungs below Kashmir’s. The two are face to face on the ladder, as Kashmir sits down on the top, while Maj stands. Kashmir though, is the one with his hands free, and suddenly takes advantage by hitting Maj with a few lefts and right. Maj tries to defend himself, to no avail, with one hand. Kashmir suddenly kicks up one of his legs into Maj’s mid-section. He then quickly places Maj’s head in between his legs, and lifts Maj up, so he’s in a Styles Clash position on the ladder! Kashmir stands up, holding Maj in the styles clash position, as he looks down to the table is set up right below the ladder. Kashmir grins, as he suddenly jumps him and Maj off, and hit’s a Super Styles Clash straight through the table, off the ladder!

KR: OH DEAR GOD! A TIGRIS OFF THE LADDER AND RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!

DV: That is so dangerous.

CM: Kashmir paid a price a Prince shouldn’t.

DV: This is so bad, it’s sent Chip into doing alliteration.

A “Holy Shit” chant echoes through the arena, after the most devastating Tigris ever pulled off. Both men lay out in the broken pieces of wood. Neither men move, and FIW decide to show an action replay on the tron while both are down. On the tron shows Kashmir jumping off, and crashing Maj face first into the table set up. Both men are then driven into the canvas, and are now sprawled amongst shards of wood. The crowd start to bang their chairs and clap their hands to will Maj up, as both men start to stir. Maj tries to get on all fours, to no avail, while Kashmir uses the ropes again. He gets himself up finally, and starts to stumble backwards into the corner. Maj lays down on the floor again. The crowd boo because of Kashmir’s success at getting up. The Prince looks around, seemingly dazed, until he shakes his head and gets himself at full alert again. He notices Maj is down, surrounded by the pile of wood, and grins. He suddenly turns around, and climbs the turnbuckle that he was leaning on. He climbs to the top, and starts to shout at the crowd when he’s there.

Kashmir: THIS IS IT!

Kashmir suddenly jumps straight off the turnbuckle, twisting to hit his Phoenix Splash. He comes flying towards Maj, when Tahal suddenly grabs a piece of wood left over from the table. As the Prince comes to land on Maj, the IMD suddenly lifts up the piece of wood and smashes it across the head of Kashmir. Kashmir’s momentum is stopped, and he falls backwards, as the wood snaps over his forehead. The Kash Machine falls to the canvas, as the crowd pop for Maj’s unusual reversal.

KR: What a great reversal by Maj there, utilising that shard of broken wood!

CM: Notice how he had to use a weapon to stop Kashmir hitting his Linneaus.

DV: You couldn’t no matter what you had.

Both men are again down, as the crowd start a “Maj Tahal” chant. Maj starts to roll onto his front, and tries to get on all fours again. This time, unlike before, he’s successful, and soon is followed by him getting to both feet. But Kashmir is not far behind, after getting on his knees, and then feet as well. Both men turn to face each other, blood still pouring down the right side of Kashmir’s face. Maj suddenly has another burst of speed, and heads straight at Kashmir. The Prince sees this, and tries to knock down Maj with a clothesline, but Maj ducks underneath. As the Panthera quickly gets behind Kashmir, he turns around and suddenly sweeps Kashmir’s feet away from underneath him. Kashmir lands face first onto the canvas, and suddenly Maj, as quick as lightening, locks Kashmir in an STF. He hooks the leg and then grabs the neck, applying the pressure. Kashmir suddenly starts to scream in pain. The crowd start to cheer again, as it’s locked in.

KR: Just like that, Maj locks in his “Daravana” STF!

CM: What’s the point?! He can’t win by submission!

DV: But he can wear down Kashmir as long as he wants and there’s no way out for your Kash Machine.

Dean is right, as Kashmir’s screams slowly start to fade. Maj grits his teeth, as the crowd are cheering for this submission still. The blood starts to cover Maj’s forearm. The pressure is continually applied, send jolts of pain through Kashmir’s leg and neck. Maj finally though, lets go, deciding that enough damage has been done. He unlocks it, and gets up, looking around. The crowd are purely behind Maj. Tahal looks down at Kashmir, and looks to the outside of the ring to see what else there is in the way of weapons. He suddenly looks upon a steel chair on the outside. He grins, as he spots it, and starts to make his way out of the ring. He climbs out through the ropes, and grabs it. He holds up in the air, and the crowd cheer with approvement.

KR: Why do I have the feeling that Maj has some evil intentions with that chair.

CM: Because he can’t just simply wrestle Kashmir, he has to use weapons.

DV: I think torturing Kashmir more than wrestling him is on Maj’s mind.

CM: I’m surprise he can hold a thought.

DV: Yeah, especially since you can’t.

CM: Shh, quiet. What was I saying?

Maj suddenly climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. As he gets to the top, he keeps a hold of the chair and stands up on the corner. Kashmir meanwhile is getting up in the ring, when he suddenly turns around, holding his leg with one hand and neck with the other. Maj sees he’s turned around, and suddenly jumps off the turnbuckle, and starts to pull off a spinning heel kick. As he does, he holds the chair by his feet, and as he hits Kashmir with the flying spinning heel kick, the chair crunches against his face. Both men go down, and Kashmir spasms on the floor, holding his million dollar face.

KR: FLYING SPINNING HEEL KICK WITH A CHAIR!

CM: Why won’t Maj leave Kashmir’s face alone?!

DV: I can see that you jealous that Maj is giving Kashmir all those “facial” moves. I’m sure you’ve always dreamt of doing that with the Prince.

Maj gets to his feet and holds the bloodied chair up and roars to the delight of the crowd. He then throws the chair straight back down and signals that Kashmir's end is near by giving the crowd a cut-throat gesture, Maj turns around and grabs the Prince by his hair, pulling him up to his knees, then up slightly higher, but Kashmir hits a low blow!

CM: No more "facial moves" for Tahal!

Maj drops to his knees and Kashmir swiftly dropkicks him in the face, Maj falls backward and Prince Kashmir gets out of the ring, looking for another hardcore implement, before settling his eyes on what looks like a garden hose, only it's a lot wider, and has a gas flame in front of the nozzle.

KR: That's a flamethrower!

DV: Maj Tahal may very soon become Human Tika Masala!

Kashmir hefts it up and grins cruelly at the crowd, then turns and sees the recovering Tahal climbing to his feet in the ring shoots a jet of flame searing in front of him, before suggesting that Maj should "bring it". Maj does so, charging the ropes and diving straight through them, taking out his former partner! Maj and Kashmir both roll away in different directions, the flamer instantly forgotten as both climb to their feet, Maj charges at Kashmir, but Kashmir sidesteps and slams Maj into the barbed wire. Maj bounces off, and Kashmir dropkicks Maj back into the barbs. Then Kashmir picks up a chair as Maj slowly turns around, his chest bleeding, only to be met with a huge chair shot!

DV: And Maj is busted wide open.

CM: That’ll teach the bastard to get royal blood on his hands!

KR: There’s a lot of hatred in this match.

CM: Well… duh.

Maj flops forward and lands, oddly, on his back, blood leaking from a cut on his left eyebrow. Kashmir looks at Maj, then at the ropes, then places the chair on Maj’s chest and enters the ring.

KR: What now?

Kashmir runs against the opposite ropes and bounces off, coming back toward Maj and as he reaches the ropes he grabs them and uses them to propel his body over them and onto the chest of Maj Tahal, crashing right on top of the chair! Kashmir rolls away, holding his back; his face contorted by pain as Maj just looks flat, his breathing slow. FIW decides to show a replay at this time with both men most definitely down.

DV: More pain caused to Tahal. He’s taking a beating here.

KR: He’s dished out plenty too.

CM: And yet who’s the man flat on his back?

KR: Well according to an article in this interesting magazine, it’s you Chip.

CM: Hey! Let me see that!

Kashmir gets to his feet, shaking and with a hand on his back; he slides the chair off Maj’s chest with a prod from his boot. Kashmir looks around, looking for another useful piece of hardcore equipment, and not the type Owen sees on “certain” websites. And at last he finds them, handcuffs.

KR: What’s he gonna do with them?

CM: Keep them for Princess, what else?

KR: Pervert.

DV: Well...duh

CM: That's my line!

Kashmir advances on Maj, looking down into Maj’s closed eyes… that suddenly open! Kashmir takes a step back in fear as Maj climbs slowly and unsteadily to his feet, Kashmir pulls himself together and goes for Maj, attempting a clothesline, but Maj ducks it and hits a neat sidekick into Kashmir’s back that sends him into the barbs. Kashmir falls down into a sitting position, his back slumped against the barbed wire, Maj looks down and picks up the discarded handcuffs, an evil grin on his face, the crowd cheer, knowing what’s going to happen, Kashmir tries to stand and Maj responds by slamming a boot into his face, knocking him back into his previous position.

CM: I don’t like the look of this.

KR: What Kashmir handcuffed? I thought it would turn you on.

DV: Owned.

Maj puts the handcuffs on the Kash Machine, one around his right wrist and the other to the barbed wire as high as Kashmir’s wrist will go. Maj signals something to the crowd and shouts something in Hindi as the crowd cheers him on. Maj walks over to the turnbuckle as Kashmir realizes where he is. He struggles to get up but is held in place by the handcuffs… he looks around and sees the wire cutters Maj used earlier just in arm’s reach. Kashmir struggles to get hold of them and does so, just as Maj reaches the top of the turnbuckle, Maj sees Kashmir break the handcuffs with the wire cutters and roars in anger, before leaping off straight at the Prince.

DV: This isn’t going to end well!

Kashmir reacts instinctively, swinging the wire cutters into the side of Maj’s head, but to no avail as Maj’s body comes smashing into his and both men collapse forwards. Maj is prone but Kashmir is crawling slightly, toward the ropes, his eyes fixed on a stack of tables on the other side of the ring. Blood oozes from a large cut on the side of Tahal’s head.

KR: We need an EMT here! Maj Tahal may be dead!

DV: There’s no way in Kurt, not with the “protective glass”.

CM: And thank God for that.

Kashmir enters the ring, under the bottom rope and finally pulls himself up, using the ropes, he staggers out of the ring on the opposite side, still heading for the stack of tables. Kashmir takes one and pushes it over the top rope and into the ring. Then another. Kashmir fi
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Prince Kashmir then begins setting up the tables, two next to each other and the third on top of the other two. Then Kashmir sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring, not far from the tables. Suddenly a voice screams out…

Maj: KASHMIR!

Maj is suddenly in the ring! Wielding the flamethrower! He fires a jet at Kashmir and the Prince barely scrambles up the ladder in time as the jet ignites the tables!

CM: HE COULD HAVE KILLED HIM!

KR: Damn!

Maj looks up at Kashmir, on top of the ladder, and throws the flamer down. Maj starts climbing the ladder, on the opposite side to Kashmir, Kashmir watches in shock as Maj climbs all the way to the top. Kashmir tries to punch his former friend, but Maj blocks it! Before launching one of his own which takes Kashmir off the ladder… straight through the burning tables!

CM: OH MY GOD!

Kashmir looks broken, his fall seeming to have put out most of the fire… Maj looks around grinning, then climbs up to the top of the ladder… BEFORE LEAPING OFF WITH A 630 SENTON!

KR: OH MY GOD! THAT HAS TO BE IT!

CM: THAT IS BLATANTLY SUICIDE!

DV: This is the most violent match of the year no doubt.

CM: Especially since this is one of the first PPV matches of the year.

The loudest "Holy Shit" chant ever heard echoes through the arena. Kashmir is no doubt knocked out, as Maj rolls on the floor, holding his back in intense pain. The fire dies out on the tables, as the crowd's chants slowly starts to die out. The tron shows another action replay, of first Kashmir getting pushed off the ladder, and through the three flaming tables. Then it shows Maj's Bombay Nights finisher straight onto Kashmir off the ladder. The tron then cuts back to Maj, who's slowly getting up. He's very dazed, and as he gets to his feet, he waits just to regain his balance. He looks down at Kashmir, who still is not moving. He slowly makes his way to the ladder, and tries to start climbing it. He very slowly makes his way onto the next rung up, over and over, until he's near the top. When he finally gets there, he reaches up, and starts to reach up to the hatch. He slowly turns the wheel, to unlock it, and finally it swings open. The crowd pop with excitement, as Maj slowly lifts himself through the hatch. As he does though, Kashmir is seen rising on the canvas. He gets to his feet, bleeding, with his back burnt. He looks around for Maj, confused, and suddenly looks up to see Maj pulling himself through the hatch. Kashmir's eyes open in horror, as he quickly starts to climb himself up the ladder after Maj. Tahal gets on the ceiling of the cell, and picks himself, but as he does, his ankle is grabbed by Kashmir. He turns to see Kashmir is grabbing his ankle, from the top of the ladder, with his torso through the hatch. Maj is shocked, and quickly kicks Kashmir. Kashmir holds on, but the pain causes his legs to kick about, knocking the ladder down from beneath him.

KR: Kashmir is hanging from that hatch!

CM: PRINCE!

DV: Soon to be the artist formerly known as.

Kashmir, though, quickly scrambles his legs up through the hatch, and climbs through. He gets to his feet, but as soon as he does, Maj suddenly runs straight at him. Kashmir looks up, just to be hit by a...

KR: SHAKTI!

CM: You mean STO.

DV: Same thing.

Kashmir is driven down onto the glass ceiling. As he does, the glass cracks with the weight and strength. The crowd pop for this, as Maj slowly gets up, he gets up and looks down at Kashmir. He grins, as he suddenly spits onto Kashmir. The crowd cheer for this, as Maj turns to reach for the remote control that hangs above his head. He lifts up his arm, but suddenly stops, as Kashmir is trying to get hismelf up using the back of Maj's pants as leverage. Maj turns around, and Kashmir gets on one knee, letting go. Maj suddenly grabs the head of Kashmir and lifts him to his feet. Then suddenly, Maj throws Kashmir right to the open hatch. Kashmir cannot stop, and runs straight into it. He falls through, but grabs onto the edge of the opening with one hand. The crowd gasp in shock, as Kashmir hangs 20ft above the ring, holding on with one hand. Maj walks over, seeing he's in control. He has the remote with the button on it in his hand. He looks down at Kashmir, and then back at the button. He repeats this a few times, as if deciding. The crowd cheer for Maj. Kashmir, knowing he's in trouble, shouts at Maj.

Kashmir: PLEASE MAJ! NO!

Maj looks down at Kashmir, and shakes his head. He shouts something back to Kashmir.

Maj: SATYEMEVA JAYATE!

Maj suddenly stomps on the hand of Kashmir. Kashmir lets go, and falls through the hole. He body falls and crashes down into the ring below. His body spasms as he does. The crowd go crazy with cheers, as Maj suddenly shuts the hatch and presses the button. The bell rings to signal the end of the match.

KR: TRUTH ALONE TRIUMPHS! WHAT AN ENDING! WHAT A MATCH!

CM: That is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. Prince Kashmir was defenceless.

DV: He got what he deserved.

CC: Here is your winner of the first ever Jahannum, MAJ TAHAL!

In the chamber, a yellow tint starts to appear in the air. "Morning Glory" starts to blast from the PA System, as Maj falls to one knee. The crowd roar for Maj, as he raises his hand up in victory. Blood streams down his face. Below him in the ring, Kashmir lays, in a pool of his own blood, surrounded by the weapons used. He does not stir. Maj slowly gets up, and raises both hands in victory. He looks down at Kashmir, and nods, as if to say "Now we're even".

KR: That was violence to the extreme, and a feud that could only be settled in that way.

CM: I have to give it to these guys, even if Maj did win...

KR: Never happy. We'll be back after these commercials, and this ring is cleared.

DV: Not to mention have these two taken to hospital.

The cameras cut backstage to find the Cruiserweight Champion April Lynn as she makes her way down a corridor, still recovering from her match. She comes to an opening at the end of the corridor, various people going about their business but she's not able to join them as a voice detains her.

???: April Lynn.

She spins around, spotting the Merchants' good old friend Riggs sat atop an equipment box. He lowers his chin to gaze over his sunglasses as he takes in the sight of the woman before him.

Riggs: Great match, luv.

Riggs slides off the box, causally stepping towards April as he removes his sunglasses and hooks them in his coat pocket.

Riggs: Name is Riggs. You may have heard of my boss, Stefan?

April eyes him with a pure lack of interest as the spy moves closer towards her.

Riggs: Y'know? Big guy. Usually got a cigar and a cane. Remy's boss.

April most certainly isn't following this, either that or she just so doesn't care. Which is a very strong possibility. Riggs just shrugs his shoulders and presses on.

Riggs: Doesn’t matter. Point is, I heard about Remy. And I just wanted to say, good for you. Type of guy like that, not worth the time of a lovely woman such as yourself. I never trusted Cajuns meself, tricksy little hobbitses they are. No luv, what you need, is an English gent.

Riggs pats his own chest, visually letting April know that she has an English gentlemen right in front of her that's ready and willing to… distract her from his boss's money makers? It's highly possible.

Riggs: So, I was thinking that maybe after the show, you and I could --

April: Any part of you that touches me, you're not getting back.

April's stern tone is enough to cause the Cajun to back step just as he attempts to move in for the kill.

Riggs: Message received.

April rolls her eyes at the nuisance before her and then turns around to continue to her locker room. Unfortunately for her, just making their way through the open area is the current FIW Tag Team Champions, preparing for their upcoming match.

Remy spots April at the exact same time she lays her eyes upon him. Awkward moment. Eye contact. And then it's over. Remy turns back to Carl as if he didn't even notice April there, continuing his conversation with his tag team partner.

April glares out at the blonde Cajun. If looks could kill, S.W.A.T. would be facing the silent giant alone tonight. But her expression softens as a small smile comes across her lips. Spinning on her heels, she approaches the smarmy Riggs, her voice much louder than it should be.

April: Riggs, was it?

Startled by the woman's approach, Riggs glances around to make sure he's the only Riggs in the area. Sure enough he is. But that's not all, Remy and Carl's eyes are also drawn to the woman's approach on their boss's eyes and ears.

April: What were you saying about after the show?

Riggs: Uh… um… you and me. Maybe a bit of celebration.

April giggles flirtatiously as she brings a hand up onto the man's shoulder. Her head cranes just enough to make sure that Remy is indeed watching… and he is. This brings a smile to the blonde girl's face and she returns her attention to a clueless Riggs.

April: Why wait until after the show? Let me a grab a shower and get changed and I'll be back.

Riggs raises an eyebrow as if to question whether or not she's serious. At this point, I don't think he really cares if he's being used or not. He just nods his head with an arrogant smirk on his face.

Riggs: I'll be right here, luv.

April: Don't move.

April runs her hand along his chest as she turns back towards Remy. Paying him no more attention than a passing stranger, she strolls past the champs with a grin on her face. Riggs saunters over to M.o.M. with the superior grin still plastered on his face.

Riggs: Damn. You boys ready? You're up next and tonight's a good night. I can feel it.

He moves to pass them but finds his arm caught in the vice like grip of Remy’s hand. The Cajun pulls him back, glaring at him with vicious intent.

Remy: Dhat better be all you’re feeling tonight.

A sly smirk dawns on Riggs’ face as he snatches his arm away from Remy. He straightens the ruffled sleeve and pats down the rest of his suit jacket.

Riggs: Watch the material, mate. You had your chance, ladies made her choice. ‘Course, you wanna put the poor damsel in distress you can run up after her, try and get her back.

Remy holds his ground, face screwed tight as he fights to control his urges. Fights to stop himself from bolting after April, and from flooring the smarmy git before him. He stands fast. Riggs smiles.

Riggs: That’a boy.

He straightens his lapels as he saunters off, leaving Remy to simmer in his own rage for a few moments before he too storms off for his match.

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

TM: Well, this is great, eh Kurt? Two former wrestlers chattin’ it up for one hell of a tag match?

KR: When the hell did you ever wrestle? You look like a twinkie in a suit!

TM: Don’t you dare mock my delicious cream filling!

[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”
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag-team match and is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana… at a combined weight of 530 lbs… they are your current FIW TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS… Remy Barteaux and Carl Lucas… the MERCHANTS! OF!! MEEENAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!

The lights pick out the glimmering gold that adorns their bodies as both men step out onto the floor and take to walking. Remy smiles that cokcy smile as he glances about the arena, Carl focused on the ring with his usual calm stoicism. As they reach for the ring the smaller of the two climbs onto the apron and rolls through the ropes before darting to a far corner, ascending the turnbuckle and throwing his arms out to the crowd. Mr. Lucas on the other hand takes his time. Taking the steps to the ring and stepping over the top rope.

TM: This is the team that’s gonna win, Kurt. I don’t know why you Slam!mers can’t realize that. It’s, like, science.

KR: How d’ya figure?

TM: I calculated it on this abacus here. It’s quite interesting really. Something your feeble Texan mind couldn’t understand.

KR: Boy, I will gut you and use your spine for a belt.

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

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

[align=center]RESPECT THE LAW AND ORDER

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YOU’LL SERVE HARD TIMES[/align]
KR: Now, as much as I hate to say it, it’s THESE two that are going to win, and bring those titles back home to Slam!

TM: Home? You say that like TNT hasn’t had any awesome tag-teams? What about Cerberus?

KR: Whippet and his retarded friend? Plus Jim O’Brien’s “I’m a gimp” gimmick?

TM: Er… well… what about The Dragon Assassins?

KR: Way better on Slam!

TM: The Purists! The Revolution! The Rejects!

KR: Purely crap, revolutionized the way crap was perceived, and were rejected because they were… ummm… let’s see… crap.

TM: I hate you.

“Hard Times” sounds throughout the arena and the S.W.A.T. entrance video begins to play. The S.W.A.T. squad members emerge through the curtain and form a guard of honour as Slam! Commissioner Richard Markone, Joseph Lemieux, Orion and Samantha Parker walk out into the arena.

MA: And their opponents! Weighing in at 442 lbs… SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAATTT!!!

They lead the entire entourage towards the ring with Markone at the head. It seems as if there is an entire army as they reach ringside and two S.W.A.T. members jumps onto the apron. They sit on the ropes, holding them open as the two wrestlers walk up the ramp and enter the ring. The seconds and Commissioner Markone take up a position in front of the announce table as the S.W.A.T. squad surround three sides of the ring. The music dies out as Oldriod and Joseph remove their entrance attire and hand them down to ringside.

TM: Well, regardless of our differences of opinion, you gotta admit this match is gonna rule all kinds of ass.

KR: Personally I’d have rather seen Maggot Korps in that ring as opposed to Oldroid… but any Slam! team with the titles is better than a TNT “team”.

A seemingly lost Remy steps out onto the apron, allowing Carl to begin the match. Biggest man versus biggest man seems like the best idea, but either Lemieux isn’t that bright or he’s just got a set of two-ton balls because he’s in the ring, readying himself for the match. Since both men are in the ring, the bell is rung, and Lemieux is the man to set things into motion! He charges at Carl with a running flipping dropkick to Carl’s chest!

KR: And Lemieux takes things to the first level with a sternum-shattering dropkick!

TM: Why is everything about shattering with you? If you see an old guy fall down in the street, do you scream “THAT WAS A DIGNITY-SHATTERING FALL!”?

KR: Boy, I can hurt you 21 ways without getting up out of this damn chair, do you REALLY wanna press it?

Carl takes two steps back from the impact, his man-boobie muscles jiggling a bit, but he doesn’t go down. The chocolate giant instead wraps his hand around the rising Lemieux’s headpiece and lifts him to his feet. Lemieux chop-slaps him a cross the nips--

Audience: WHOOOOO!!!

--but Carl just slaps him right back, in the cheek, with a big skillet-sized palm!

TM: HA! Did you see that? Lemieux’s cheekbones just got broken in half by that slap!

KR: I doubt it. Mt. Hershey there is gonna have to do better than a slap to knock this kid off his feet.

Spittle flies from Lemieux’s mouth and he raises a hand to tend to his stinging cheek, but quickly arcs the other arm into a retaliatory chop!

Audience: WHOOOOOO!!

Carl makes a mean mug not unlike his personal entrance theme and BITCH SLAPS Lemieux across the other side of the face!

TM: HA! TWO slaps! How’s them apples?

Lemieux is staggered back a bit, but he quickly recovers and with a JUMPING lariat that manages to take Carl to the mat! Lemieux maintains the arm around the silent man-mountain’s neck and begins tattooing knuckles across his shiny head!

KR: They taste just fine, Moore. How’s the ones you got there?

TM: Shut the hell up.

A fierce shove sends Lemieux off Carl’s body, but the high flyer seems to have been expecting it as he springboards off the second rope with a corkscrew double leg drop!

KR: And that’s what it’s all about! Being quick in the ring can definitely overcome the largest of adversities!

TM: Pfft! Being flippy-floppy only means you’re gonna land on your head before the night’s over!

The French-Canadian pops up off Carl’s torso to skirt over to his corner and tag in partner Oldroid. Orion takes his time getting into the ring as Carl uses the ropes to raise off the mats, unwisely leaving his back to the good doctor. Oldroid charges in behind him and lays a boot to the backside of Carl’s knee, sending him back down to kneel at the mat!

KR: Attacking a man from behind isn’t exactly fair tactics, but taking out Carl’s legs is really your only bet when facing a big guy like that in a match. Take out his foundation and he’s got nothin’ upstairs.

Another stomp finds itself in Carl’s ribs, followed by two more as the usually towering giant is damned to the mat. Orion grabs one of Mr. Lucas’s massive legs and drags him a few paces toward the center of the ring before taking hold of both ankles and attempting to sit on his back!

TM: HA! Some “mat tactician”! That fool Oldroid is trying to pull a Boston crab on THOSE tree trunks? He’ll never do it!

Orion struggles to maintain the hold on those powerful legs, but he eventually finds some leverage and locks in the hold!

TM: What the hell!? Where are physics today!? SCIENCE! Science, dammit!

Carl pounds the mat with his fists, teeth gritted as he commands his leg muscles to throw Orion off. That seems to be a no-go, so Carl reaches in vain for the ropes, falling short by a good foot.

KR: Carl better wish for some luck, or some leverage, or some intestinal fortitude, ‘cuz the Oracle has that hold locked on tight!

TM: Nothing’s too tight for Carl! He’s too damn big! No matter how tight, he’ll force it!

KR: Really? So all them rumors I been hearin’ about he and Remy are true?

TM: Er… what? Wait, what did I just say?

He pounds his fist again, growling, before he manages to FLIP Oldroid off his back with his legs! Freedom gained at last, Carl quickly (as quickly as he moves, anyhow) pulls himself up with the ropes and leans on them for a moment, waiting for Orion to rise. He does, turning RIGHT INTO A RUNNING BIG BOOT FROM CARL!!

TM: SOLE BROTHER!! Right about now, check it out now! *dances*

KR: Jesus, you’re like a trained monkey, aren’t you? Dance little monkey, dance!

The boot seems to have taken its toll on Carl’s already hurting leg, so he makes his way to the corner and tags in Remy. The formerly spacey Cajun seems to have some focus on what he’s doing, taking to the top rope. Orion makes his way to his feet, and Remy CATAPAULTS off the top rope, with an elbow aiming for Orion’s head! However, the Slam! icon seems to notice some hand signals from Lemieux and rolls forward out of the way, giving Remy a golden opportunity to kiss canvas.

KR: That’s somethin’ you’ve gotta be on the watch for; if you’re not used to anticipating the way SWAT communicates, you’re just gonna find yourself missing all your big moves.

TM: Oh yeah? Well… well… Remy and Carl have PSYCHIC POWERS!

KR: Oh lord… *rolls eyes*

Orion chuckles to himself as he pulls the wounded thief to his feet and NAILS him with a nasty European uppercut. He then shoots Barteaux into the ropes and LIFTS him off his feet with a spine buster that rotates before PLANTING Remy deep into the mats! Orion shakes his head and tags in his partner, retiring to the apron for a nice breather.

KR: Another smart move; keep both members fresh and you can find the advantage in a match much more quickly.

TM: Remy’s just playing opossum. TNT superstars do that a lot. Because they’re sneaky! Merchants of Menace will steal this victory yet!

Lemieux seems more than happy to return to the game, and as though wishing to show Remy how it’s done, hops up on top of the turnbuckle! He steadies himself, but then gets CLOTHESLINED OFF THE TOP ROPE BY A CHARGING CARL LUCAS!!

TM: HA! HUUUUGE lariat, Carl just hopped that turnbuckle, ran along that apron and BLASTED Lemmy to the floor!

KR: Wow, it’s a good thing I know my shit. I’d hate to see you as a play-by-play commentator.

TM: What? I thought I WAS the play-by-play guy?

Orion gets in Carl’s face and shoves his chest! Carl shoves back, and Orion JAMS both palms into his chest, causing him to plummet to the mats outside. Of course, the SWAT team take this opportunity to get a few good shots in on Carl’s all but helpless form, kicking him in the ribs and jabbing at him with batons!

TM: HEY! What the hell, they’re CHEATING!

KR: I… well, I can’t argue with that. SWAT takes every advantage they can get, but unless your moronic referee does anything about it--

Carl manages to choke one and toss him away before Logan Black’s shouting voice orders them to stop, or the match will be ruled a disqualification! Orion ROARS at the shorn-headed referee, but his jaw stays firm, and he points to the back to illustrate his command. Reluctantly, the SWAT team retreats to the back of the arena.

TM: Good! Now maybe we can continue this match and let Remy and Carl take their titles back to TNT.

KR: I wouldn’t bet on a fair fight. They’ve still got Markone out here in front of the announce table…

TM: Meh, he’s just like a hood ornament or something.

The retreat gives ample time for both Lemieux and Carl to get up. The latter returns to his corner while the former slides in under the ropes and NEARLY catches Remy unawares. Fortunately his spider-senses (or thief powers or whatever) alert him to the presence of his foe of similar lineage, and he dodges under a spinning wheel kick. Lemieux MIRACULOUSLY lands on his feet--

KR: What agility!

--and keeps charging to the opposite ropes! He rebounds, but before he can THINK about setting up another high-impact move, Remy SNAPS into a hurricanrana that sends Lemieux halfway across the ring! The TNT marks in the crowd pop as Remy darts to Lemieux’s position, hops onto his back and MOONSAULTS back down, planting him firmly against the mats!

TM: BAM! Remy-Sault! Heh. I haven’t seen any of your precious Slam!mers do any cool signature moves yet.

KR: Maybe that’s ‘cuz they don’t NEED to use them to win?

TM: Um… well y--… uh.. you’re gay! STEERS AND QUEERS!!

KR: Oi…

Remy grabs Joseph by the leg and starts dragging him to the center of the ring, but the wily Canuck kicks him away and swivels to his feet. He feigns a chop to Remy, and then quickly applies a shoulder grapple! Remy tries to overpower him and gain control of the hold, forcing Lemieux to begin squatting toward the mat, but after finding some better footing, Lemieux forces himself back upright and catches Remy’s arm to vault him toward the turnbuckle!

KR: I’m not sure if it’s good ring presence or just dumb luck, but Lemieux just sent Remy into his own corner!

TM: Hey, Remy’s a thief, right? He’ll sneak out of there!

KR: Will you stop saying that!?

Orion enters the ring and JAMS Remy in the face with a closed fist before hauling him to sit on the top rope. He pounds him in the mush a few more times before Logan Black attempts to pull him away.

TM: Oh, c’mon! You’re not the legal man, Orion, get outta the ring!

Orion doesn’t care what Logan OR Thomas say, and shoves Logan back, getting into position as Lemieux comes a-charging inward, taking air off of Orion and WHIPPING INTO A HURRICANRANA THAT TAKES REMY OFF THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE MATS-- BUT OH!! Both men COLLIDE with Logan and the three topple into a mess on the canvas!!

KR: THAT is how it’s done!

TM: What the crap!? The ref’s down!? Now you stupid Slam!mers have the advantage! How is that fair!?

Indeed, even after Remy and Joseph remove themselves from the mess, Logan appears to be out cold. Both men look down and notice this before Orion takes hold of Remy’s arms, holding him in place! Lemieux laughs a frenchy laugh and takes a couple cheap chops to the chest of Remy before getting NAILED IN THE HEAD FROM BEHIND BY CARL!!

TM: WHOO! Advantage: TNT!

Orion angrily releases Remy by throwing him out of the ring and CHARGES for Carl! Carl charges as well, hoping to catch a lariat, but TAKES ONE ON THE CHIN AS ORION ROCKS A SUPERKICK TO HIS JAW!!!

KR: HA! How ‘bout that? THERE’S your signature move, Moore!

Carl staggers backward, knocked highly off-balance by the kick, RIGHT INTO THE WAITING ARMS OF LEMIEUX!! Carl is suddenly LIFTED OFF HIS FEET and DRIVEN INTO THE MATS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!

KR: THAT was a damn feat!

TM: How the HELL did that little 190-pound WEENIE just take over CARL like that!?

KR: His center of gravity was off! It was too easy! PHYSICS, Moore! It was SCIENCE!

TM: NOOOOO! Why has science failed me!?

Logan starts to rouse and Orion quickly ducks out. Lemieux moves in to cover Carl, and Logan counts!

[align=center]ONE![/align]

TM: WHAT!? NO! Carl’s not even the legal man!

[align=center]TWO!![/align]

KR: This is it! The titles are coming back home to Slam!

[align=center]THREE!!!












NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Carl ELBOWS Lemieux in the head and forces him off his body![/align]

TM: YES!! Carl sticks it out! Screw you, Lemieux! … hey! That rhymes!

Carl gets to his feet as quickly as he can, but it’s seconds too late as Lemieux is already tagging in the fresher Orion! Carl looks to the apron for his partner, BUT NOBODY’S HOME!!

TM: NOOO!!!

KR: Remy has been taken out of this equation, and the match is in SWAT’s hands now!

Carl gets hit with some adrenaline and makes a fist with Orion’s neck in it! The Oracle is caught in wide-eyed surprise, but as Carl starts to lift him, FIRES an EXPLOSIVE palm strike into Mr. Lucas’s face! Carl drops the Oracle as he LAUNCHES into a flurry of jabs, knee strikes, chops, and elbows! Carl is backed up against the ropes, and still Orion delivers a devilish onslaught of attacks!

TM: Aw, c’mon! Five count! Rope break! COME ON!!

Logan moves to interrupt the assault, but just as he goes to grab ahold of Orion’s arm, the ECC stops and ducks forward, nicking Carl’s arm and grabbing his leg, WRENCHING THE MAN-GIANT OVERHEAD IN THE SLOPPIEST DAMN ANGLE SLAM YOU’VE EVER SEEN!!!

KR: ORACLE SLAM!!! THIS IS IT!! IT’S OVER!!

TM: NO! NO! NONONONONONOOOO!!!

The ring SHAKES with the impact and Orion flops over, hooking the leg and putting Carl’s shoulders to the mat! Remy gets up, spying the situation from the apron!

[align=center]ONE![/align]

Lemieux finds his way to the top rope as Remy slides into the ring!

[align=center]TWO!![/align]

TM: KICK OUT, CARL, KICK OUT!!

Remy pushes upward but is distracted by the CASCADE of flashing lights as Lemieux launches a PICTURE-PERFECT shooting star press that SQUASHES Remy against the canvas!

[align=center]THREE!!!










DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen… your winners, by pinfall and the NEW! TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS… Orrrion Oldroid and Joseph Lemieux… SSSSSSSSWAAAAATTT!!!

Orion pulls Joseph to his feet and the two stand in celebration as Logan Black reluctantly hands them the titles. Oldroid snatches both and holds them aloft, making menacing faces to the crowd as he displays his prizes.

TNT cues to the gorilla position, where we find both Jim O'Brien & Kendra Norton standing by, awaiting their cue. Kendra, looking amped as ever while Jim looks... a bit nervous actually.

Kendra: Hey... You okay?

Jim's attention shoots back to Kendra from where it was before, wherever the heck that was. An unsure smile comes over Jim's face.

O'Brien: Oh. Yeah. I'm okay, just usual prematch jitters I guess.

Kendra: Don't worry. You'll be fine.

O'Brien: I know. It's just-

But Jim gets cut off as Kendra makes her way closer to Jim, bringing her arms around Jim's broad shoulders.

Kendra: Trust me.

Kendra pulls Jim closer down and softly plants her lips against his.

Jim brings his arms around Kendra's back, pulling her closer to him as their kiss intensifies in passion.

After a 7 or 8 second eternity, both Jim & Kendra release their liplock on one another. A pearly white grin comes over Jim's mouth.


O'Brien: I could get used to that.

Kendra: Oh really?

O'Brien: Yeah. Think I could get one of those before each of my matches from here on out?

Kendra smiles & pats Jim's chest.

Kendra: If you win, sure.

O'Brien: If? Whaddya mean, if?

But before Kendra can explain herself, a voice from behind them interrupts.

"O'BRIEN! KENDRA! YOU'RE UP!"

Jim releases his hold on his new-found love & stands back up straight.

O'Brien: We're up. You ready?

Kendra: Yeah. You?

O'Brien: Of co-

"AND GET A FREAKIN' ROOM NEXT TIME! MY KIDS ARE WATCHING THIS, FOR GOD'S SAKES!"

Jim's eyes dart over to the direction of the Gorilla Position attendant, his smile sinking to a small (probably playful) frown. He raises a fist up to where the attendant is seated.

O'Brien: I'll punch him. So help me, I'll punch him.

Kendra: Shut up, you will not.

O'Brien: I will too...

Jim continues on with his punching spiel as Kendra begins to make her way out of the picture with Jim not too far behind.

JH: The next match of the evening is in fact a rematch from a match these two had at Vendetta last month.

TM: Yeah and if history has taught us any thing is that it always repeats itself. So expect the same results from Jim/Oni one as you will get here with Jim/Oni two.

JH: I wouldn’t be too sure if I were Onikage or you Thomas, Jim seems to want blood tonight.

[align=center]OWWWWW!!!!!
YEAH, WE DID IT!

It's on fire!
LOUDAH!
YEAH, WE DID IT!

It's on fire tonight! We are ready to rock this! Ready to rock this!
SCREAM!
YEAH, WE DID IT!

Uh huh! Uh huh! We got Metallica! In here!
YEAH, WE DID IT!
Ja Rule, Swizz Beatz, the Monstah!
LET'S GO[/align]

[align=center]The pairing of Ja Rule's rapping and Metallica's rocking flows over the PA system in 'We Did It Again.' To which is receives a good sized reaction. But the pop grows even louder as Kendra Norton makes her way to the stage![/align]

JH: I never thought I'd say it, fans. But Jim O'Brien has seen the light. Finally, he has seen the wrong in what he's done and has changed his ways. And he could not have done it without the assistance of this young woman, Kendra Norton.

TM: Seen the light? Spare me, Hitchen. If at all, this is a sad day in FIW. Jim's become as fierce and as monstrous as a wad of cotton. And we have Kendra to thank for that!

[align=center]JUST WHEN YA THOUGHT IT WAS OVER
JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS DONE
JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE
MAN, WE DID IT, DID IT AGAIN[/align]


[align=center]Kendra raises a fist to the air, then turns her attention to the curtain. And struttin' and swaggerin' from the back to the funkalicious grooves of 'We Did It Again' with a huuuuuge ovation from the NYC crowd is The Monster Of TNT, the Man In Black, the 2x Dual Crown Champion Jim O'Brien! Jim salutes the MSG faithful as he.... Oh my God... busts a move with his bad self at the entryway.[/align]

TM: DEVIL WOMAN! LOOK AT WHAT SHE'S MAKING JIM DO! He's losing his credibility with the tick of each second!

JH: Well, I'm not exactly the best dance judge but his dancing isn't exactly doing any favors. But you know what? I doubt he cares. We're finally seeing that side of Jim we haven't seen in over two years, where he liked to have fun and beat the competition along the way. And I, for one, welcome it.

[align=center]Jim and Kendra begin to make their ways down the aisle, slapping a few high 5's with the fans. Kendra continues her way to the ring as Jim begins to rap along with the song and does the ol' Eddie Guerrero shimmy.[/align]

TM: I could vomit, I really could. This is one of the saddest days of my life. Jim O'Brien... Face.

JH: *whacks with kayfabe stick*

[align=center]Jim and Kendra have since climbed into the ring and are now standing on the 2nd turnbuckles, opposite one another. Kendra gleefully raises two fists to the air while Jim has his arms crossed and looks into the crowd, gladly accepting the positive energy; positive energy he hasn't experienced in over two years.[/align]

JH: It's incredible. This crowd hasn't been this electric for Jim O'Brien in years.

[align=center]'We Did It Again' then cuts out, prompting Jim and Kendra to hop off of their turnbuckles. Kendra walks over to Jim, standing firmly behind him as Jim crosses his arms over his massive chest, showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face as he looks to the entryway, awaiting Onikage.[/align]

MA: Introducing first accompanied by Kendra Norton…Hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio he weighs in at 310 pounds and stands at six feet and seven inches…HEEEEEEEEEEE ISSSSSSSSSS JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMM OOOOOOOOOOO’BRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIENNNNNNNN~!!!

[align=center]The lights fade out and a two young men can be seen walking out from the back with bags of ice. They silently rip them open and with mini-fans begin to blow on the ice. Creating a bit of smoke like fog around the entrance way as the Tron flickers to life.
"And now we present to you a Ordinary production..."


The words flicker away and are replace....
"In association with Rejec-

Graaaaaaaaaaa

Zeeeeeeeeeeer


Before the words could fully appear on screen it seems like some one cut the feed and the sound for that matter as now static fills the speakers. Several fans in the arena look around in confusion as to what exactly is going on, and they aren’t the only ones. Jim O’Brien marches over to the ropes facing the entrance way and leans over them yelling what is going on. Suddenly the static over the P.A. system cuts out and dead silence falls over the arena. That is until a hiss like chuckle creeps over the sound system and covers Madison Square Garden.

Tonight James you won’t be facing me…you’ll be facing some thing different. But if you know me as well as you claim to then this should be no problem for you…

The fans begin to jeer a bit over this announcement Onikage’s made while a new song begins to play over the sound system. Jim is storming around the ring in a furious manner waiting who this opponent is. Quite a few fans begin to recognize the song that is playing as an instrumental version of “Battery” by Metallica, and an even smaller amount of the ample population of “smart” fans in attendance figure out who this mystery opponent is. [/align]

JH: What the hell is Onikage up to? I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen but it seems like the scheduled event between Jim O’Brien and Onikage won’t be happening because Onikage is too cowardly to face him.

TM: Not cowardly Jonathon, Onikage obviously has a plan.

JH: Oh great and now JJ is coming out from the back, don’t tell me this is who’s facing Jim.

[align=center]To a rather mixed reaction JJ struts out from behind the curtain and is grinning rather confidently. He points up to Jim and mouths “You’re in deep trouble now”. Gracefully JJ spins around and points with both his index fingers to the curtain as Jim sneers at JJ’s back. A masked man standing at roughly six feet and two inches walks out from the back. Though this man certainly doesn’t look like Onikage, wearing a silver mask with luchalibre designs and a gold robe as well as silver tights (Click Here). The mystery man lifts up the steel chair he is holding with his right hand that has painted on the back of the seat “Sombra” which actually seems to get some cheers.[/align]

TM: Who the hell is this?

JH: It’s Onikage.

TM: Uh, last I checked Onikage wasn’t Mexican.

JH: No, but what little I know about Onikage’s past is that while in Mexico he wrestled under the name Demonio De la Sombra.

TM: Why did he wrestle under that name?

JH: Well it’s the Spanish translation of his normal Japanese ring name.

[align=center]Jim certainly doesn’t seem to have this information as he looks over the luchador making its way to the ring. Sombra stops mid-way to the ring and unfolds his steel chair setting it down on the ground. Quickly he hops up onto it and strikes a Crucifix pose causing a light silverfish blue pyro to go off all along the sides of the walk way, showering the fans in the front row with weird almost confetti like substance. Hopping off the chair Demonio De la Sombra folds the chair back up and tosses it out into the crowd before he charges the ring and jumps right up onto the apron. Sombra pulls back on the top rope and flips himself right into the ring beside Jim O’Brien.[/align]

MA: Uh…right…well…Hailing from-hey! What are you doing you midget?!

Before Michael can say any more JJ snatches the micro phone away from TNT’s resident ring announcer. Kendra holds back Jim who seems to be losing his patience with this whole ordeal.

JJ: And ladies and gentlemen introducing now…Hailing from the Dark Abyss of Mexico he weighs in tonight at 250 pounds and stands at six feet and two inches… Eeeeeeeeeeelllllll eeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNIOOOOOOOOO DEEEEEEEEEEEEE LAAAAAAAAAA SSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA~!!!

JH: Seems like it is yet another mind game from Onikage, I’m curious however to see if this is all outer show or if there is more to this than Onikage has shown so far.

TM: Are you nuts?

JH: What?

TM: That’s not Onikage, didn’t you hear JJ? It’s Demonio De la Sombra.

JH: Oh brother.

JJ and Kendra both give some last minute words to their friends/teachers before exiting the ring. With caution Jim O’Brien walks towards the center of the ring however he is cut off when Sombra runs right across the ring and nearly takes off Jim’s head with a spinning leg lariat! Menendez tries to tell the two to settle down and let her explain the rules but Sombra kips up and runs into the ropes, bouncing back he stops for a moment to wave to the crowd (which gets quite a few boos) before he performs a 450 degree leg drop to the throat of O’Brien. Michaela gives up trying to get these two under control long enough to explain the rules and calls for the bell.

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

Sombra while getting up grabs a hold of Jim and lifts him up to his feet as well. The alter ego of Onikage whips O’Brien into the ropes and when he comes rushing back towards him Sombra leaps up into the air, and wrapping his legs around Jim’s neck. Demonio De la Sombra nearly spikes the Monster of TNT right on his head with a hurricanrana and grabs Jim’s tree trunk legs for a cover.


JH: And this Demonio De la Sombra just spiked Jim right on top of his skull!

TM: Good maybe it’ll knock some sense back into Jim’s head.

[align=center]1!


2!


Thr-No! Kick out!
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Jim manages to regain his bearings a bit and kicks out before he staggers up to his feet. But he doesn’t stay on them for too long as Sombra charges forward and leaps into the air taking O’Brien back down to the mat with a head scissors takedown. Sombra keeps the head scissors on as the two crash to the canvas which results in Michaela hurrying over to the two to see if Jim might submit. Kendra slams her hands against the apron trying to rally the fans behind Jim as Sombra wrenches back on his head scissors. Jim tries to roll the two of them off their sides but Sombra plants his palm against the mat and keeps them steady.

TM: Sombra is forcing Jim and him to move so fast it’s hard even keeping up with the action!

JH: It certainly is a side of Onika-

TM: Demonio De la Sombra!

JH: Fine, it certainly is a side of Demonio De la Sombra that we have never seen before in Full Intensity Wrestling. With that in mind I’m not sure how Jim will be able to counter this difference in styles to what he was expecting.

Michaela leans even further forward trying to ask Jim if he submits and O’Brien replies by waving his hand to signal a “no”. To the cheers of the crowd the Man in Black of TNT begins to rock back and fourth slightly. Steadily the cheers increase for O’Brien and his rocking grows stronger and stronger while Sombra still forces control of the hold. Suddenly in a burst of strength Jim throws the two of them back sending Sombra down onto his butt in a sitting position. With a slight panic to his mannerisms Demonio De la Sombra tries to wrench back on the hold as Jim calmly places his palms against the top of Sombra’s legs. In an eerie fashion Jim simply pushes his head out from between Demonio’s legs and glares at his opponent before calmly standing up.

JH: Jim showing just why he is one of the strongest men in FIW, let alone the TNT brand.

TM: Run Sombra! Run! Get away from him! Do you think he only understands Spanish?

JH: What? Look like I told you that’s Onika-

TM: You’re crazy with your crazy lies, that’s Demonio De la Sombra, didn’t you hear them announce his name? Besides Onikage wears around a leather mask, not some luchalibre mask.

Quickly Demonio De la Sombra follows Jim’s lead and gets up to his feet as well. Jim grabs hold of the smaller man and whips him into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. In mid-run towards the ropes Sombra leaps up into the air and lands on the top rope. He spring boards off of the top rope and in mid-air turns to take O’Brien down with a flying cross body. Jim however greets Sombra in mid-air in the mid-section with a lariat causing Onikage’s alter ego from being hit with such impact to flip right over Jim’s arm.

TM: Why must Jim be so rough? What has Sombra ever done to him?

JH: Oh I don’t know, how about after beating him trying to hang him up on an X and try to play various mind games with him?

TM: Are you blind? Seriously, I’m going to say this for the last time Hitchen. That in the ring is Demonio De la Sombra, the one you are talking about is Onikage. They aren’t the same person.

JH: You know some times I really wonder if your all there in the head.

Staggering up to his feet Sombra is met with a left stinging jab from Jim that dazes him. Not to let that jab feel lonely O’Brien plants a second jab straight to Sombra’s masked kisser, and a third. Much like Roddy Piper once upon a time did Jim winds back his right fist and spins it around in circles before connecting with a massive haymaker sending Sombra crumbling to the canvas. JJ hops up and down on the outside in fury over his teaching being laid out by Jim’s combo of punches while Kendra claps. A few chants of “Mullet” ring out in the arena showing respect to Jim’s former hair style.

JH: Jim peppered Sombra with some left jabs and then nearly knocked his block clean off with a right haymaker!

TM: Bah that’s nothing, the old Jim would’ve just ripped off his head and ate it. That is before Jim went soft with Kendra and got all lovey dovey.

JH: I truly doubt that it would be humanly possible for Jim O’Brien to rip off Sombra’s head.

TM: I saw him do it once, are you calling me a liar?

JH: Yes.

Pushing himself up Sombra is to his hands and a knee when Jim casually lifts up his leg, and in a toying fashion lazily scrapes his boot against the back of Demonio De la Sombra’s head. Sombra’s body trembles slightly for the brief moment it is under the 310 pounds of weight that make up the Monster of TNT. Jim grabs Sombra by the back of his head and lifts him up to his feet tossing him right over the top rope. Luckily for Demonio he grabs a hold of the top rope managing to stay standing on the apron. However unlucky for him is that Jim rears back with an elbow trying to knock him off of it, but Sombra manages to duck it. In between the top and middle rope Demonio De la Sombra connects with a shoulder thrust to the side of Jim’s mid-section causing the big man to stumble back.

TM: Well looks like Jim’s playing around back fired on him.

JH: Jim could easily get right back in control of this thing.

TM: Do you always have to ruin my hopes that people I detest will lose?

JH: When you don’t use logic, then yes I do.

With a bit of effort the alter ego of Onikage pulls the top rope back and sling shots over it back into the ring. Just as Jim O’Brien turns around to face the ropes he finds Sombra landing on top of his shoulders and sending the two down to the canvas with a plancha. Michaela drops down to her knees when Demonio De la Sombra grabs hold of one of Jim’s legs while sitting on top of him.


TM: Yes! This could be it!

JH: I have to admit that was quite the plancha!

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Both men get up to their feet at relatively the same time and rush at one another with O’Brien getting the advantage when he delivers a roaring forearm. Getting a bit of air himself Jim jumps up and hits a jumping knee drop to the back of Sombra’s head. He rolls the smaller man over and presses his forearm against Demonio’s masked face, and begins to roughly rub it against the fabric and flesh. After Menendez warns Jim the Man in Black pulls his forearm away and grabs a handful of Sombra’s mask, lifting him up with him as he stands up. Trying to fight back Demonio De la Sombra unleashes a back hand chop across Jim’s chest.

JH: Neither man is really gaining a clear advantage at this moment. Sombra started to have things swing back in his favor with the plancha however Jim’s brawling has given him the edge once again.

TM: And it looks like Sombra is going to show us some of his brawling skills too.

JH: While that chop looked pretty darn nasty if there was one thing you don’t want to do, it’s get into a brawl with Jim “The Man in Black” O’Brien.

TM: Bah now that the evil woman has her claws dug into him he’s nothing but a big pussy cat.

O’Brien staggers slightly from the chop and then a bit more from a second back hand chop from Demonio De la Sombra. To respond to Sombra’s chops Jim unloads a palm chop across Sombra’s bare chest causing the littler man to falter for a moment. Sombra responds with three right in a row back hand chops tearing Jim’s shirt a bit. Once again Jim responds with his own three back hand chops right in a row, turning Demonio’s chest a bright red. Psyching himself up Sombra lets out a primal like roar before he in rapid fire connects with five back hand chops right across Jim’s chest, sending the bigger man stumbling into the ropes.

TM: Look at those two’s chests! They are turning ten different shades of red, this is great!

JH: After all these chops these two men’s chests are beginning to resemble ground round more than human flesh.

TM: That reminds me I still need to get burgers for my post-Déjà vu party.

JH: The fact that red and purple human chest flesh reminded you to do that is some what disturbing.

Rocking back against the ropes a small smirk creeps over Jim’s lips before he bounces off the rope and at a very fast pace begins to fire off back hand chops, and then when bringing his hand back open palm chops. In a matter of moments Sombra and Jim are nearly to the opposite side’s set of ropes as he unloads with chop after chop on Onikage’s alter ego. To a few cheers from the crowd amazingly Sombra starts firing right back with back hand and open palm chops at the same lightning fast pace Jim is going, the two looking like they were almost set on fast forward they are moving so quickly with their chops. Jim’s poor black tank top can barely handle the abuse Sombra is putting on it, and Sombra’s poor chest is not handling Jim’s vicious strikes much better. Both JJ and Kendra on the outside are rallying for their mentor of sorts as the two seem to be in a equal battle even now between their chops.

JH: This is incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jim O’Brien move this fast!

TM: I have, when he learned that the vending machines now had Twinkies in them! Ha! I crack myself up.

JH: In my opinion it’s a true testament to just how much Jim wants to defeat Onikag-

TM: You mean Sombra damn you.

Neither man’s body can handle any more of the abuse or the strain of the speed they are going at, as they chop each other at the same exact time the two of them fall to their knees. The sole reason both men manage to stay on their knees is the fact that they are limply leaning against each other while on their knees. Both stomachs are quickly moving up and down, up and down looking to get that precious air into their systems. After a few moments the two men’s eyes wander around and meet one another and then it dawns on them both exactly what the other is doing. Instantly they both lean back and start off where they left off, exchanging haymakers at a very slow pace while on their knees still.

TM: Both men were so drained from that chop exchange they didn’t even realize they were using one another to support themselves up.

JH: And as soon as they did they returned right back where they ended, this time with haymakers instead of chops.

TM: I gotta hand it to them, they are both quite the machines in the ring.

JH: Yes it seems like both have an iron will and refuse to give up to the other.

A right haymaker from Sombra shakes O’Brien and he looks ready to tip over but manages to regain his footing, and comes right back with a right haymaker of his own. The masked man supposedly from Mexico’s body twitches and looks like it might crumble to the mat but instead comes back with another right haymaker rocking Jim. Sombra seems to think that O’Brien is dazed enough that he climbs up to his feet and moves towards the ropes, bouncing off of them he runs as fast as he can towards Jim. He leaps into the air and looks like he might leap right over the Monster of TNT, however in a burst of energy Jim stands up and grabs hold of Sombra in mid-air driving him down with a spine shattering spine buster! Taking up all the energy he had Jim dazedly just falls on top of Demonio De la Sombra for the cover.

JH: Spine buster! Spine god damn buster! Jim drilled Demonio De la Sombra straight into the mat!

TM: No! Darn it! Arn Anderson some where is rolling over in his bed!


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In a dazed set Jim manages to lean up slightly while on top of Sombra and asks Michaela if that was a three, to which the referee clearly points out the foot on the bottom rope. Obviously the strain of the match beginning to take affect Jim gets up to his feet and struggles to bring Sombra up to his. Roughly O’Brien pushes Demonio De la Sombra sending him back peddling right into the corner. Sombra begins to realize where he is once again pounds away of Jim’s back trying to weaken the bigger man. Michael Menendez hurries over and tells Jim to let his opponent out of the corner before she begins to count.

JH: I thought for sure after that spine buster Jim had this match in the bag.

TM: Yeah well he didn’t, Sombra is proving why he was an ideal choice made by Onikage to face O’Brien here tonight.

JH: Yes some thing tells me Onikage has a front row seat to this match.

TM: And wouldn’t it be grand if Jim lost it by being an idiot and not letting Sombra out of the corner?

At the count of five Michaela begins to try and reason once again with Jim to let Onikage’s alter ego out of the corner. Sadly for Michaela there isn’t much in the way of force she can do to make him listen to her. Perhaps growing tired of her nagging Jim cautiously starts to back out of the corner, but then lunges forward for a shoulder thrust! However Jim had granted Sombra enough space that the luchador leaps up over Jim’s ample frame and stands on the second buckle. In the blink on an eye Demonio De la Sombra dives over O’Brien’s body grabbing him by the waist of his pants and rolling him up with a corner sunset flip!

TM: Yes! Yes! Yes! Sombra out smarted that brute! This could be it!

JH: No! It may be Jim’s own fault for going for a rather un-sportsman like move but it can’t end this way!


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To quite a ample cheer from the crowd Jim manages just barely to roll out of the pin fall attempt as Michaela’s hand was coming down for the three, on the outside JJ is gripping the apron as he flings about in outrage (looking like he’s having a heart attack). Mean while on the other side of the ringside area along with the fans in the front row on that side Kendra begins to chant “Jim’s gonna kill you! Jim’s gonna kill you! Jim’s gonna kill you!” Both men gingerly get up to their feet at the same time and Sombra advances on the Monster of TNT only for him to duck. Or at least it would’ve appeared he ducked however Jim sticks his head under Sombra’s arm before locking his arms around Demonio De la Sombra’s waist and quickly spinning around. In an instant Jim snaps Sombra back sending him neck first onto the bottom buckle with a northern lights bomb/driver.

TM: Gargh! Spike Suplex! Darn it!

JH: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOUUUUUSSSSS~~!!! Spike Suplex onto the turnbuckle~!

TM: Suppose it shouldn’t be any surprise, Jim does seem to like to try and cripple people if he can’t actually beat them.

JH: I highly doubt Jim was trying to cripple him, but if he was you can’t blame him after the grief he’s been through lately thanks to that man.

Jim rolls right up to his feet and Sombra grabbing a hold of the middle rope begins to pull himself up. Standing behind the wrestler from the Dark Abyss Jim runs his thumb across his throat in a beheading movement and signals for the Hellsplex. Quite a few fans begin to go nuts as Jim positions himself so that when Sombra turns around Jim is sending Onikage’s alter ego right over the top rope to the outside. Not wanting to wait any longer the Man in Blavk grabs hold of Sombra and whips him around to face him. Though rather than a Hellsplex Jim is the one who is greeted, with a moonsault dropkick from the masked luchador sending O’Brien tumbling to the outside.


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JH: It looked like Jim was going to try and finish this with that last move though it looks like his patience got the better of him, and in this case cost him.

TM: Wonder how Jim’s neck feels after that.


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JH: Could you even feel a bit worried that some thing might be harmed on O’Brien’s body? At least even pretend you do?

TM: Sorry, no, I don’t care about sell-outs like Jim’s become.


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Michaela tries to keep both JJ and Kendra from getting too close to Jim on the outside as both edges towards him. The referee is so busy handling the two on the outside she like most of the crowd isn’t paying Demonio De la Sombra any mind in the ring. With quite a bit of effort Sombra charges towards the opposite side of the ring’s ropes and launches off of them rushing towards the other side’s ropes again. In mid-run Sombra leaps up into the air and lands perfectly on the top rope. To perhaps the biggest cheer Onikage’s gotten since joining TNT Sombra spring boards off the top rope and performs a picture perfect shooting star press dropping all 250 pounds of himself straight on top of Jim who’s getting back to his feet, or was as the case is with both crashing and burning on the outside.

TM: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH~~!!!

JH: Dear lord! Sombra fell nearly face first onto the guard rail!


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TM: Not only that but he almost crashed Jim’s upper body under his body weight!

JH: These two men have shown through out this match that neither man will be content until their opponent doesn’t walk out of this arena tonight.
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Despite Michaela telling Kendra otherwise Miss Norton rushes across the ringside area and towards the car wreck that was once her boyfriend and his sworn enemy. Not allowing unfairness to take place Michaela Menendez hops through the bottom and middle rope to the outside, getting in front of Kendra’s path. Though Kendra tries to talk Michaela into letting her go see Jim the referee isn’t hearing any thing of it. Sadly for Kendra her discussion with Miss Menendez is distracting her enough she doesn’t notice JJ casually stroll up to the two fallen warriors. Onikage’s student kneels down beside Sombra and tries to talk to him to make sure he is alright, and then proceeds to help his mentor back up to his feet.

JH: What the hell? God bless her I know she means well but Kendra Norton is only causing more problems for Jim! Thanks to this distraction JJ is being able to help his teacher up!

TM: JJ is just being a good citizen and helping his own man.

JH: It looks like he’s trying to make sure the momentum doesn’t swing back into Jim’s favor.

TM: Yeah but you need to wear glasses to read, so you obviously can’t see that well so it looks differently in reality than how you perceive it.

A few fans in the front row flip off JJ and try to get his attention by shouting rather nasty insults at the young man. It takes a joint effort from a fresh JJ and a some what tired Demonio De la Sombra to pick up all three hundred and ten pounds of the former Dual Crown champ and toss him in under the bottom rope. Quickly JJ races back over to his corner as Sombra claps his hands to get Michaela’s attention. Kendra tries to point out how JJ aided his sensei but it goes on def ears as Michaela slides into the ring along with Sombra. JJ smirks smugly at his mortal rival (in his mind any ways) and sticks his tongue out at her to which Kendra marches towards his corner, JJ not wanting to meet her face to face at this moment begins to shuffle down to the other side of the ringside area.

TM: Thank goodness they are back in the ring.

JH: Why Thomas, I’m impressed, I never would’ve thought you’d say that.

TM: Well yeah I don’t want those two competing on the outside, this isn’t Slam after all, and besides Sombra can only win if he pins Jim in the ring.

JH: Figures that’s the only reasons why you were grateful they got back in the ring.

To test the waters of sorts and see how bad of a way Jim is in Onikage’s alter ego nudges Jim’s head with his boot. After getting no response Sombra decides it’s safe and grabs a hold of O’Brien and lifts him up to his feet. Quickly Demonio De la Sombra wraps his arm around the Monster of TNT’s neck in a front facelock however he turns it over setting it up for a neckbreaker. In quite a cryptic fashion the man who started all of this points towards the nearest turnbuckle to the duo.

JH: While I’m not certain I do think I have some idea what Demonio De la Sombra is calling for.

TM: And that is for us who don’t follow stuff in Mexico from several years back?

JH: Well his finisher, Conclusión Trágico, which is the best way to describe it a tornado neckbreaker out of the corner.

TM: Woo, well it has a sweet name if nothing else.

Charging at full speed Demonio De la Sombra scales up the turnbuckle rather effortlessly and walks to the right side while up on it. Sombra sours through the air with Jim’s head still wrapped tightly around his arm. However as he turns to face away from the corner O’Brien leans his body back with force causing his foe to swing right back around towards him. Jim wraps his right arm around Demonio De la Sombra’s neck and after shifting them to be behind his head wraps his left arm around Sombra’s legs. As the fans are going utterly mad for Jim O’Brien’s reversal of one finisher into another Onikage’s alter ego is wiggling around for dear life on Jim’s shoulders.

TM: No! Impossible!

JH: Hey Moore do you smell some thing burning?

TM: You are so lame even if you try to act so cool.

JH: Aw come on, don’t be a sore loser.

Chants of “Grizzly” being an ode to Jim O’Brien’s former gimmick breaks out among the arena. With the energy of the crowd Jim begins to catch his second wind and paces around the ring with Sombra on his shoulders. After pacing to the center of the ring the Monster of TNT decides to finally end this and lifts up Demonio De la Sombra, and dropping him with the Burning Hamm-

JH: Oh my God! The lights went out again! It's the second time in as many matches between Jim and Onik- Get your hand outta my pocket!

TM: I don't know wha-

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JH: WHAT WAS THAT?! It... It sounded like a chair! Onikage is back to his cheating ways!

TM: How can you be sure?! It's darker than night in here! And it’s Sombra! Demonio De la Sombra not Onikage!

The lights flash back into our eyes, where in the ring we see...

JH: NO! OH MY GOD, NOOOOOOOOOOO~!

Kendra Norton with in her left hand a steel chair and her right hand clasped around Onikage's wrist, YANKING ONIKAGE'S CARCASS OVER JIM O'BRIEN'S! The MSG crowd EXPLODES WITH BOO'S! Jim’s forehead is split nearly right from where his hair starts to his eye brows as blood flows freely.

JH: This can't be happening!

TM: AHHH! THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY IN THE HISTORY OF OUR SPORT! KENDRA HAS JUST SAVED HERSELF!

JH: Oh put a sock in it, Schiavone!

[As Michaela Menendez gains her barings, Kendra slides on out of the ring and hides her equalizer. Menendez makes her way over to Sombra and Jim and begins to make her count. JJ like the rest of the arena utterly stun by what is going on.


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“Battery” explodes back over the PA, the crowd fuming in anger at the abomination they just witnessed! The boos and jeers are infinite, nearly drowing out Onikage's alter ego’s entrance theme. All the while Demonio De la Sombra begins to come to, pushing himself up to his hands and knees, shaking out any cobwebs while JJ rolls himself into the ring quickly to see if his sensei needs any aid.

MA: Your winner of this match... DDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMOOOOOOOONNNNIOOOOOOOOO DE LLLLLAAAAAAA SSSSSSOOOOOOOMMMMMMBRRRRRRAAAAA~!!!

Demonio De la Sombra climbs to a vertical base with assistance from JJ, then Menendez unaware of what’s happened raises Onikage's fist to the air, declaring him the victor, spawning even more boos and heat from the crowd!

JH: This is just... Just fucking bullshit! I don't mean to be so colorful fans, but... God dammit! I just can't believe this! I... I just don't understand. What would prompt Kendra Norton to do such low acts?!

TM: LOW?! She's just saved her career is what she did! You think she was gonna make it anywhere with a softy like Jim? That they would've been "happy" together?! Jim would've just screw it up, like he screws up everything else in his life!

Kendra now slides back into the ring tossing her steel chair to the side and walks over to the victory. JJ tries to move to be in between the two of them and looks ready to defend Onikage from Kendra. Miss Norton simply walks past JJ and snatches Onikage from his grasp, helping him stay on a vertical base.

JH: Argh! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

To a chorus of jeers Kendra moves Onikage over to near the fallen and bloody Jim O’Brien. JJ stares in bewilderment at the two of them with Onikage yelling "You wanted this, James! You brought this upon yourself!" Kendra just stares at Jim's battered body. “My Enemy” now starts up, cueing the grapplers to make their exit. Onikage, who's still possibly a bit woozy from the match, staggers his way to the ring ropes, then holding them open for Kendra. A smile replaces her smug look, as she pats Oni's arm and climbs out between the 2nd and 3rd ropes, then hops to the arena floor.

JH: Oh yeah. Real classy, Onikage. Real classy. [/sarcasm]

TM: For the last time you English fool, it’s Demonio De la Sombra not Onikage.

Onikage immediately follows his new found ally, and in probably the only thing that could be seen comedic, closes the ropes on JJ. A "WTF?" look comes over JJ's face, then climbs out of the ring and hops from the apron himself. Onikage and Kendra have since made it halfway up the aisle back to the entryway, Onikage speaking in a very congratulatory manner, likely grinning a Cheshire cat-like grin under his mask. JJ lingering back a bit on the entrance way, his gaze darting between Demonio De la Sombra and Kendra Norton and then back over to Jim in the ring with a leery look.

JH: Jim O'Brien changed for her. He reformed his life for that woman. He turned away from his path of destruction and of evil... for her. Jesus Christ, Jim gave his heart to Kendra! And she betrays him!

TM: Yeah! Makes for great TV, don't it?!

JH: Oh screw you, Thomas. Wrestling is a tough business, without a doubt. But when you toy with a man's emotions - Jim O'Brien's emotions - You damn well know there'll be hell to pay.

We cue back to the ring, where Jim starts to push himself off of the mat, his blood soaked face now more apparent. He stares up at Onikage’s alter ego, at Kendra, at JJ. "Why?" Jim mouths to Kendra... then his eyes rolls up into the back of his head and falls in a heap to the mat.

JH: This is downright disgusting.

TM: This is justice, Jonathan! Need I remind you Jim O'Brien kidnapped and brainwashed Silent Rage's son, Ben? Or slept with Rage's wife? How about Powerbombing his best friend Matt Matthews - who happens to be paraplegic - off of the TNT stage? Or when he Tombstoned his tr-

JH: I get the idea, Thomas. And frankly, yes Jim has done plenty of wrong in his FIW tenure. But the fact that he's acknowledged his mistakes and has shown remorse for them... Doesn't that matter? And hell, you were firmly behind Jim when the kidnapping and powerbombing of Matthews took place.

TM: Hey c'mon... Don't we got a vignette or interview to cue to?

We cue back to the entryway, where we see Onikage, JJ and Kendra Norton before switching to...

Backstage the successful team of S.W.A.T. are celebrating in their locker room! The champagne is flowing and good times are being had! Jeff Noon is on hand for a Déjà Vu exclusive report.

Jeff: Orion, Orion! How do you feel?

Orion: I am the King of the World! Look at me Jeff! I am a double champion! I am what I deserve to be that is successful!

Jeff: You said you'd create history and you have, any words about the former Commissioner Richard Markone?

Oldriod's expression alters drastically from one of elation to one of confusion.

Orion: Former Commissioner? What's that about?

A voice is heard from behind Orion, he turns around sharpish. Richard Markone confronts Orion.

Markone: Didn't you hear Orion? I've been forced to step down as Commissioner, for the near future anyway.

Orion: I didn't know, what happened?

Oldriod's confused look is met with a look of pure hatred from his former boss.

Markone: Let me tell you what happened you little bastard! You ratted me out to the CEO! That's what happened!

Orion: Hey! I had to do what was right!

Markone: Well I hope you enjoy yourself in the next two months, two months I have been told to take off. Because there will be no Commissioner watching your back and making sure you're all right. I've just been told that in those two months, the General Managers each week will be superstars from the Slam! roster and not one of them is you!

Markone pokes Orion in the chest. Orion knocks his hand away and MARKONE PUNCHES ORION IN THEW FACE! ORION IS KNOCKED DOWN TO THE FLOOR!

Markone: So you enjoy yourself. You son of a bitch!

Markone spits on Orion before turning and leaving. Orion grabs his title belts and grabs Jeff Noon to help him back up.

KR: And now we come to a double championship tag team match entitled Champions vs. Challengers.

CM: Richard Markone decided that there would be NO special TAC stipulations attached, which takes the advantage away from Sean Madrox.

KR: Whichever team wins this match, their team leaves the pay-per-view with set title belts. So if T-Bird pins Tomoko Onamari for example, T-Bird wins the TAC and Toan the SIC.

DV: But if the Champions team win then both title holders retain their championships.

CC: The following contest is the CHAMPIONS VERSUS CHALLENGERS TAG TEAM MATCH FOR THE SIC AND TAC TITLES!

The tunes of “Nymphetamine” by Cradle Of Filth sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Deathmatch Bastard, the Crimson King… whatever you want to call him he walks threw the curtains…

He stands just outside the curtains of the entrance way, looking out at the people in attendance with a crazed grin… Toan raises his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the entranceway to erupt!

As they then die down before Toan lows his arms and walks down the aisle, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur…

Toan reaches the apron before sliding into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure.

Toan then hops down and leans in his corner for the match to start.


CC: Introducing first, weighing 225 pounds...TOAN!

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Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...
I wander out where you can't see...
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed... "


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

"GOODBYE!"

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

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


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

CC: His partner...T-BIRD!

The arena lights dim, as Korn’s here to Stay begins to play.

[align=center]This time, taking it away
I've got a problem, with me getting in the way
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Tomoko strolls out to a huge ovation from the crowd. She stands in the middle of the entrance way, she looks around at the crowd and smirking slightly. She then raises both arms in a powerful pose.

She walks slowly towards the ring, looking intensely focused.


[align=center]This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating.
Anticipating, all the f**ked up feelings again.
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She steps into the ring and walks to the centre and holds up both arms to a huge pop from the crowd.. She walks to the corner and steps up on the middle turnbuckle and raises her arms. She steps down and stand on the spot, looking focused, awaiting her opponent.

CC: Introducing the Slam! International Champion...TOMOKO ONAMARI!

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

[align=center]This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill[/align]
The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the fog and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s pleasure as he begins to taunt the crowd with his infamous ‘X’.

[align=center]Fifteen percent concentrated power of will[/align]
He begins to walk down the ramp admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ once again, soaking in the adrenaline.

[align=center]Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain[/align]
The ladies in the audience go wild as he reaches the apron of the ring and climbs the stairs and he struts himself into the ring; he removes his leather trench coat and climbs the turnbuckle and poses as flashes hit his body.

[align=center]And a hundred percent reason to remember the name![/align]
He then removes his semi-transparent shirt and throws it off as his flexes for the crowd a bit demonstrating his roguish looks as he waits for the match to start.

CC: And her partner, he is the Tactical Assault Champion...SEAN MADROX!

Amy Spencer, dressed in her custom-made referee’s striped shirt, calls for the bell to start this match off as T-Bird and Toan discuss strategy. It's Tomoko to start for her team, she wants Toan in to start with her but 'The Deathmatch Bastard' shakes his head and T-Bird steps forward. T-Bird and Tomoko circle each other, the crowd begin a "TOMOKO" chant as they lock up.

KR: New Slam! referee Amy Spencer officiating the double tag title match.

CM: She's our newest referee and may I add, one of our hottest!

DV: One of? Are you a little partial to a bit of Mark Jackson? Or maybe Tommy Owens?!

CM: What? I meant she's the hottest ever all right Venchenzo?

Tomoko uses her height and slight weight advantage to force T-Bird back to the ropes. She then pulls T-Bird back inside a little before shoving her through the ropes! Toan drops off the apron, he and T-Bird go into conference with Toan instructing the former NGIW Flycore and NGIW Tag Team Champion. Tomoko tries to climb out of the ring but Amy Spencer holds her back. After their discussion, T-Bird slides back into the ring and the two female competitors circle each other again. This time T-Bird ups the pace and Tomoko ends up close to the Toan/T-Bird corner, Toan slaps her on the back of his head!

KR: Cheap shot by Toan!

CM: This is a powder keg waiting to explode! Some feel as though Tomoko has targeted Toan since her return.

Tomoko turns around and grabs Toan's head, she is about to pound him but T-Bird attacks from behind! T-Bird lands forearms to the back of Tomoko, weakening her down before making a quick tag to Toan. Toan comes in and the partners team up to set Tomoko up into a DOUBLE VERTICAL SUPLEX!!!!

CM: Great teamwork!

KR: Toan and T-Bird working together to leave Tomoko down.

Toan taunts Sean Madrox, begging him to come into the ring against the two of them as T-Bird tries to tell Toan to lay off. Sean is playing it cool, he simply points behind them where Tomoko is back up already! They turn around and Tomoko knocks both down with a double clothesline! Tomoko grabs them both by the hair and pulls them up for an old meeting of the minds, knocking their heads together!

DV: Toan has to keep his cool here and not resort to his former hardcore tactics or he could have his team disqualified.

CM: How can you not think about Tomoko and hardcore in the same sentence????

Tomoko pulls Toan to his feet as T-Bird exits the ring, Tomoko has a grin on his face that he's getting her hands on Toan in an official match. She lands a series of right hands, teeing off on Toan's face and referee Spencer interjects to warn about the use of the closed fist. Tomoko whips Toan across the ring and then catches him with a spinning wheel kick! Toan goes down and Tomoko places her boot on Toan's face before raking it across the bridge of his nose.

CM: Tomoko's Slam! International Championship is on the line in this match, in addition to Madrox's newly won Tactical Assault Championship.

KR: Tomoko is warming up at this moment, not doing anything too over-ambitious.

Toan is picked up and Tomoko strikes him with a HARD chop that sends Toan staggering towards Sean Madrox, who also nails Toan with a punch! Toan stumbles into a waiting Tomoko, she catches Toan with a roundhouse kick to send him back to Madrox! Toan is like a ping-pong ball as he goes back and forth, finally getting knocked down by a spinning back fist from Tomoko. Toan is pulled to his feet and taken into a corner, his head slammed into a top turnbuckle.

KR: Toan has not got out of the blocks just yet.

CM: Oh he will, no doubt.

DV: Toan knows what he's doing, don't worry about that. Longest reigning Extreme Chaos Champion in Slam! history and he's ready for the step up tonight.

Tomoko unloads on Toan in the corner - punches to the face, kicks to the stomach and chops slapped across the chest! Toan appears weak as Tomoko snatches at his arm and whips him across the ring! Toan's back smacks into the turnbuckles before he gets blasted with a turnbuckle clothesline! Sean Madrox puts a boot on the top rope for Tomoko to slam Toan's head into and then they make a tag!

CM: In comes Sean Madrox, who won the Tactical Assault Championship on last week on Slam!.

KR: That was of course against T-Bird and due to her performance in the TAC Tournament, Commissioner Markone gave her this rematch!

Madrox comes in and immediately irish whips Toan across the ring. Toan bounces back off the ropes straight into a back body drop! Sean then performs a moonsault splash across Toan's chest! Madrox wastes no time in pulling Toan up, he then runs against ropes before performing a flying headscissors takedown! Toan is sent sprawling across the mat towards a corner and Madrox pushes him back to the turnbuckles. Madrox then mounts the second rope for a 10 punch!

KR: These two going at it for the first time in this match.

DV: I can't remember too many matches between Madrox and Toan, this is new action presented at the anniversary Pay-Per-View!

Toan starts to come in the ring, drawing Tomoko in too and the inexperienced referee restrains Tomoko! The distraction allows T-Bird to run along the apron, he grabs a handful of Madrox's hair and yanks him down across the top rope! Sean rebounds into the ring, holding his throat. Madrox starts to get up but Toan is waiting and he takes Madrox back down with a DDT!

CM: Later on in the main event Jack Manson defends the World Championship against Matt Impact. Dean, do you have any inside information?

DV: What am I? A fountain of knowledge?

KR: Dean Venchenzo for our new viewers, of course a very good friend of the World Champion.

Toan grabs Sean by the hair, drags him towards the Toan/T-Bird corner and makes a tag to the outstretched hand. Toan holds Sean Madrox open for T-Bird to get a couple of quality shots into the gut before Amy Spencer manages to get Toan out of there. T-Bird stomps down on Sean's chest before dropping to her knees and landing a succession of right hands to the face. T-Bird then begins choking the life out of Madrox!

DV: This is good from T-Bird. She's showing the desire to be the Tactical Assault Champion!

T-Bird pulls Sean Madrox up and rams him back down with a spinning neckbreaker! T-Bird then floats over into a cover...


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Kick out by Madrox![/align]


KR: First cover of the match is T-Bird's, he gets a two count.

T-Bird sits Sean up and locks in a sleeper from behind, Madrox quickly realises what's happening and tries to stand out of it but T-Bird simply adjusts her feet to keep te pressure on. She slams Madrox down with a variation of a reverse DDT! T-Bird drags Madrox along the mat to a corner and then T-Bird steps up onto the second rope. She watches Madrox, who isn't moving yet, before stepping all the way up onto the top rope. T-Bird launches off with a TOP ROPE SPLASH...MISSED!

CM: Nobody home for the splash!

KR: Sean Madrox has a chance for a tag now after moving from under T-Bird's high risk move!

Madrox begins crawling towards his corner, T-Bird grabs his ankle to stop him but Madrox manages to get up onto his free foot to land an ENZIGURI!!!! Toan comes into the ring and Sean ducks a clothesline attempt to take him down with a neckbreaker. Madrox then launches himself into a tag to Tomoko!

KR: He makes the tag!

DV: This match has taken a big turn into Sean's and Tomoko's favour.

Tomoko blocks a right hand from Toan and knocks him down with a dropkick! She then stops an onrushing T-Bird, knocking her down with a SPEAR! Tomoko is on fire, Toan is caught with a knee driven into his gut and then a SNAP SUPLEX leaves him laying also. Tomoko picks Toan up and whips him across the ring, on his return Toan is taken off his feet with a high drop-sault to the face!

KR: She is a house on fire!

CM: She's always on fire!

T-Bird is then whipped into the ropes and she goes for a second drop-sault...this time T-Bird ducks under the kick! T-Bird comes back with a dropkick of her own the back of Tomoko's head to knock her down! T-Bird drags Tomoko along the mat and places her throat across the middle rope. T-Bird presses down on the back of her neck to choke Onamari before Spencer pulls her away. The referee starts admonishing T-Bird as Toan produces a metallic object from his tights...he STABS IT INTO TOMOKO'S ARM AS IT HANGS OVER THE ROPES!

KR: HEY! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

DV: It was a fork! He stabbed Tomoko with a fork!

Toan quickly walks away as blood is coming from the wound on her upper arm/shoulder! The crowd are all over Toan, vicious heat being generated as the referee sees the blood. Immediately she suspects Toan and she wants to check his waist. Toan shakes his head and turns around, facing the crowd and he begins shouting at them while sneaking the fork from his tights into his mouth! Toan then turns around to allow Spencer to check his waist. She checks him and seems confused that there is no weapon there. She has a quick look around ringside to see if the 'Deathmatch Bastard' has tossed it away.

DV: Amy Spencer showing her inexperience there, many fans are shouting that it's in his mouth!

KR: Toan has just lost all respect he ever had, trust me.

T-Bird is just as confused, she can see the open wound on Tomoko's left arm but Toan protests his innocence. T-Bird pulls Tomoko up to her feet, still with an eye on her own tag team partner. Tomoko is groggy but manages to catch T-Bird with an uppercut, she then hoists T-Bird up into her arms...TOMOKO DRIVER ON T-BIRD!!!!

KR: TOMOKO DRIVER!

CM: It's over if she makes the cover!

DV: Tomoko has put many a wrestler down with that very move!


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TOAN PULLS TOMOKO OFF T-BIRD!!!!
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CM: Saved by Toan!

Tomoko grabs Toan, blocking kicks to his body and then she tosses Toan over the top rope to the outside! Tomoko turns back to T-Bird, T-Bird is up to a knee and gets a thumb to the eye of Tomoko. Tomoko staggers back to the ropes, where Toan has returned to the apron. She hangs Tomoko up on the top rope and Tomoko turns into T-Bird, who sends Tomoko to the outside through the middle/top ropes.

DV: Pretty hit and miss tag team work here between T-Bird and Toan.

KR: They are manipulating Tomoko between them but I don't think T-Bird was in on Toan's fork activities.

On the outside Toan drops off the apron and slams Tomoko's head into steel barricade, before whipping her against the ring apron. T-Bird exits the ring, rolls Tomoko back in. T-Bird follows him under the bottom rope and gets into a mount position, she then rains down with hard rights to the head. T-Bird then kicks her in the stomach before making a quick tag to Toan.

KR: They are singling out Tomoko between them.

CM: This is what they have to do if the titles are to switch hands here tonight in Madison Square Garden.

Toan takes over, picking Tomoko up and throwing her into a corner. Toan blasts Tomoko with a succession of back elbows before continually burying his shoulder into Tomoko's gut. Toan then taunts Madrox, Spencer's attention is distracted and Toan stabs the fork into Tomoko's arm for a second time! Toan quickly hides the fork and brings Tomoko along the ropes into the Toan/T-Bird corner where he makes the tag to T-Bird. The two then team up to deliver kicks to her stomach. Toan exits to the apron as T-Bird again begins choking Tomoko, this time in the corner.

DV: Look at the strategy, cutting off the ring and that's a classic tactic that we know works.

KR: It certainly does, look at the history of teams like the Legion of Doom and the Hart Foundation among others who have excelled at cutting off the ring.

T-Bird taunts the man she was in the ring with earlier, Sean Madrox, and that draws Sean into the ring. The referee stops Sean coming any further, Tomoko manages to knock T-Bird down with a back elbow which gives Toan the opportunity to get a hammerlock on Tomoko and he stabs the arm again! More blood is coming from the wound on Tomoko's arm while T-Bird stands back up to lay into her with stiff kicks to the stomach as Toan holds onto the hammerlock. The ref is back on the plot and conveniently Toan is back on the apron in a heartbeat. T-Bird tags in Toan, they both take Tomoko into a neutral corner and whips him across the ring. Toan runs in for a big turnbuckle clothesline but Tomoko MOVES!!!! Tomoko knocks down T-Bird with a hard forearm smash but then turns around to find Toan rushing at her...DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!!

DV: Both go down!

KR: Tomoko and Toan both had the same idea there and now neither competitor has an advantage.

Tomoko begins edging along the mat towards a waiting Sean Madrox with both Toan and T-Bird down. Tomoko MAKES THE TAG!!!! Madrox comes in as Toan is getting back up, Sean knocks him down with a running clothesline! He then gives the same treatment to T-Bird as the crowd is getting right behind him! Madrox pulls Toan to his feet before whipping him across the ring and taking him down with a HUGE FLAPJACK!!!!

CM: Come on Toan, you can beat this punk!

KR: Leave it out Chip! This 'punk' is all over both Toan and T-Bird!

Madrox now whips T-Bird into the ropes and POWERSLAMS her down on the rebound! Toan is slowly using the ropes to get up, until he gets a helping hand from Sean Madrox. Toan is taken into a corner, Madrox steps back for a run up and drives his shoulder into Toan's gut with a running spear in the turnbuckle! On the other side of the ring T-Bird is also in a corner and Sean Madrox runs at him...RUNNING TURNBUCKLE SPLASH!!!!

DV: 'Mr. Phenomenal' Sean Madrox is controlling this match.

CM: It won't last!

Toan staggers out of the corner into the centre of the ring and Sean jumps up into a HURRICANRANA!!!! Madrox holds onto the legs for a cover!


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Saved by T-Bird![/align]


KR: T-Bird doesn't want to see her title shot disappear because of Toan!

Tomoko is back up, trying to put the stabbing of her arm behind her and she knocks T-Bird through the ropes with a SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK!. Amy Spencer exits to the outside to check on T-Bird and Sean Madrox prepares for a spear! Toan is slowly making his way up and Sean sprints towards him...Toan dives to the mat and Sean spears the second turnbuckle! Sean then turns around and Toan goes for his Razorblade Kiss!

CM: The end is near now!

KR: Sean Madrox went for all in that spear and he found nothing but turnbuckle!

Toan lifts Sean up for the Razorblade Kiss but Madrox escapes! Madrox lands on his feet but Toan clocks him with a running headbutt! Madrox goes down and Toan finds himself in the ring with Tomoko! The referee is still on the outside and Tomoko has a steel chair...SHE SWINGS FOR TOAN BUT HE DUCKS! TOAN NAILS TOMOKO WITH A FOREARM SMASH AND HE PICKS UP THE CHAIR!

KR: Any weapon is dangerous in Toan's hands!

TOAN UNFOLDS THE CHAIR AND TURNS AROUND TO FIND TOMOKO COMING AT HIM...DROPTOE HOLD INTO THE CHAIR!

CM: Toan's Razorblade Smile!

The chair is picked up and tossed out of the ring by Toan, Toan then pulls out his fork which still has Tomoko's blood on it. He then stabs Tomoko in that arm again! The fans are jeering Toan out of the building! Referee Amy Spencer returns to the ring after checking on T-Bird and she questions Toan again as she notices more blood on Tomoko's left arm. Toan challenges the referee to check his boots and hands, which she does.

KR: Amy Spencer is going to bust Toan right now!

Toan backs into a corner, he turns around once more to insult the fans behind him and he sneaks the fork under his armpit. Toan then spins around and Amy Spencer checks his hands, then his boots before declaring him clean. Toan finds Madrox back up and the two exchange right hands!

CM: It's a fist-fight!

T-Bird slides back in the ring with a chain in her hand wrapped in barbwire and covered in broken pieces of glass. SHE SWINGS HER WEAPON AT MADROX BUT MISSED AND CATCHES TOAN IN THE HEAD!

KR: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT????

DV: She nailed Toan with that TAC weapon she talked about earlier this week!

T-Bird drops her weapon as Amy Spencer is confused about what to do, does she call for a disqualification and if so who does she award the match to? T-Bird looks over at the referee and is then clotheslined over the top rope by Sean Madrox and Madrox goes over with her! Spencer is letting it go as her attention is caught by T-Bird and Sean Madrox on the outside. Tomoko is slowly getting back up, the wound on her arm still bleeding and Toan has picked up T-Bird's chain...TOAN LASHES TOMOKO IN THE SHOULDER WITH THE CHAIN!

KR: Turn around ref! There's a mugging going on behind you!

Toan then picks Tomoko up, all the way up onto his shoulders...RAZORBLADE KISS!


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CC: Here are your winners and NEW Slam! International and Tactical Assault Champions respectively, TOAN AND T-BIRD!

Toan is handed his new title belt by the referee and he immediately clutches it like a newborn child. On the outside of the ring, T-Bird receives her belt and she celebrates in adulation! Sean Madrox is asking Charles Cruz on the outside what happened.

KR: Thanks to the orders of Richard Markone, Sean Madrox has lost his title without ever debuting his stipulations!

Toan heads up the ramp as Tomoko is stirring, his newly won title belt slung over his shoulder. T-Bird leaves the ringside area and Madrox slides back into the ring. He explains what has happened to a recovering Onamari before helping her up and the losing team make their way to the back also.

KR: Toan used a fork, he took advantage of the inexperienced referee and then used T-Bird's weapon to pick up the win.

CM: It's not how you win that matters Kurt!

DV: I got to agree with Chip on this one, Toan did everything he could to win that SIC and he has!

**Roll up, roll up, it's time for my trademark crappy videos. Because videos in words suck. If they were actual videos, I'm sure they would rock your world, dig? Here we go then.. Abandoned Pools "L.V.B.D". Enjoy.**

[align=center]Welcome to the world

The video begins with Kailey on Rising. Those first days of wrestling, of FIW, and competing on the now defunct company training show.

My little virgin baby doll

Her first encounter with then temporary Rising GM, Ragin' is shown. He's all nice to her. We know better.

Can you save me?

Flash forward some time to their future encounters. Awww.. they're getting close. How cute, she's brought out the goodness in the bastard. They disappear into the night together.

I set you off

Bang! Feature Remover to Kailey! And again! That monster! Ragin' stands over the downed Kailey. The cuteness is gone my friends.

With the tip of my tongue

Now for the shots fired between the two over time, words thrown out between the two shows, TNT and Slam! PPV encounters, interference..

Spinning

The video gets faster, out of control, flicking back and forth between the two of them.

Never coming back

The scene freezes back with a picture of them together, before the fighting, caring for one another. It shatters.

I wanna dig for gold

We see Ragin' holding the titles won on Slam! at various times. It flickers briefly to TNT and the new objectives that lie there...

Wear the crown of forever lost souls

Ragin' stands atop the turnbuckle as he does before every match, arms aloft.

I'll be nothing... Forever

The picture splits into two, one side showing Kailey, one showing Ragin'. It has so many meanings. How I enjoy the ambiguity.

Jill went up the hill

Now we see Kailey's triumphant return to TNT, to help her friend. Okay, it wasn't quite so triumphant, but she's back.

And gave herself the will

Kailey's encounters with Kennedy, Madison and others are shown as things go sour upon her return. It looks bleak for the blonde bombshell.

To kill her fear

Yet she defies them all and continues on as a superstar of the TNT roster. Her encounters with Ragin' also materialise at this point, rather ominously connected to the words in the song.. perhaps..

Now she's unstoppable

We see Kailey battling in the ring, taking crap from no-one and kicking ass herself.

Indestructable

Cunningly, the video now shows Ragin' battling in the ring, overcoming his first obstacle in particular, the talented Dante Coles.

The incorruptible

Back to Kailey. Are you dizzy yet? The video slows, focusing on one shot of Kailey standing in the ring. Like in one of those heroic pose shots you see in the movies.

Forever lost soul

Now the exact same kind of shot, but this time of Ragin'. Plus, he's more supervillian than superhero, so he's looking suitably arrogant.

I'll be nothing... Forever

The two images are shown side by side, the colours fading from them. Kailey is shown as white surrounded by black, Ragin' as darkness surrounded by white. It's kind of pretty. It again cracks and falls apart.

Just a mercy kiss

The video returns in slow motion and black and white, once again showing them together.. happy. A gunshot sounds over the music.

Born of emptiness

Still in black and white slow mo, we see the betrayal. The hurt. The anguish. The battle. Another gunshot rings out.

I'm so sick of this...

It ends with a shot of them, head to head, toe to toe. A third and final gunshot and the words 'Déjà vu' slowly fade into view...[/align]
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JH: This next match up has such a long and storied history. Two competitors that have been interlinked since one of them first set foot in this company. Kailey Lane and Grigoriy Manamyk, aka Ragin’, will be adding yet another page to their personal novella here tonight.

TM: And man is Kailey pissed, after the set up Ragin’ and Natalya put on a couple of weeks ago. Gotta admit it was genius though.

JH: It was conniving and manipulative, pure and simple. I’d expect no less from those two.

Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to emit over the PA system as darkness encloses the arena. The Tron shows the familiar static that’s starts the opening of Ragin’s video. Beneath the shadows of the dark, figures walk out into the arena and begin to align themselves on sides of the floor between the entranceway and ring.

An eerie red mist starts to spray out from the sides of the entrance, slowly and shortly at first but getting longer so that the eye candy kneeling all the way to the ring in various positions of ‘worship’ can be made out. The words ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say’ are followed by drums that announce the first spark of explosions all around. Gold flows down around the Tron and barely visible amongst the smoke Ragin’ and Natalya stand near the entrance. Two spotlights beam down from either side of the arena, weaving and dancing as they follow the movement of the Russians


JH: I don’t trust Natalya being at ringside. Why Madison didn’t ban her is beyond me.

TM: She’s Ragin’s manager, she has every right to be out here.

They walk through the mist, passing by near each young woman, mini explosions accompanying the passing of each scantily-clad young lady. Once they reach the ring there is one final explosion that heralds the end of the darkness and the lights going back up. The unnamed women depart silently with no fanfare and Ragin’ hauls himself up to the turnbuckle, with Natalya walking to the steps.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following grudge match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Natalyaaaaa. Weighing in at 227lbs, from Bogorodskoye, Russia, HE. IS. RAAAAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIIIIN’!!!

He walks along the apron, the top rope slipping through an opened fist and he ascends to a position on the turnbuckle. Natalya steps into the ring and flaunts her assets to the watching fans. Meanwhile, Ragin’ raises his arms into the air, a half smile spreading across his face, his dead eyes staring out across the assembled audience.

He drops to the mat and walks to Natalya, they talk briefly as he takes his shirt off and hurls it toward one section of fans who scramble to grab it. Natalya slips out of the ring and Ragin’ flexes and twists his muscles before the match.


JH: Ragin’ looking cool and calm here tonight, it’s a little unnerving. Especially when you consider what he’s up against here.

TM: Hell hath no fury like the vast robot armies of a woman scorned.

JH: …What?

TM: Exactly.

As the first riffs of "Defy You" begin to play, smoke begins to billow from the stage. Kailey's silhouette slowly becomes visible through the smoke then, when the lyrics begin, she pushes through the smoke and takes her first steps toward the ring, waving to the crowd. When at the ring, she slides in between the top and middle rope, then takes a walk around the ring, waving to the fans before taking her corner.

TM: Hitchen! Look!

JH: What?

TM: CHAPS! I missed those.

MA: And his opponent, hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, SHE. IS. KAAAAAAILEEEEEEY LAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!

Ragin’ seems quietly calm as he leans into the corner, staring out at his long time nemesis, trying to keep a stoic expression which proves hard to do when he sees her in those old familiar chaps. Kailey too keeps her cool, though the fire blazing behind her blue orbs betrays her true feelings, and she knows it too. Natalya stands at ringside, arms folded across her chest as she notices the sparkle in Ragin’s eye as he looks Kailey up and down. Did I mention the chaps? She glares across at the southern belle, but her daggers go unnoticed to Kailey. She’s only got one person on her mind right now. Richard Kelly decides against calling both competitors together in the middle of the ring, not wanting to get in the middle of that particular blood feud, and instead reels off the rules with them situated in their respective corners.

JH: You can sense it. As soon as she hears that ding, ding…

TM: Like a greyhound after a hare.

Both competitors nod their understanding of the rules and, satisfied, Kelly backs up and signals to Timmy, keeper of time.

DING, DING!

Kailey bursts out of her corner and charges the Russian, though her actions are as predictable as Moore and Hitchen speculated as Ragin’ darts forward and out of her path, letting her plough into the turnbuckles. She catches herself just a second too late and spins round, just in time to see her opponent barrelling in towards her. He throws out and arm and crushes her into the buckles with a clothesline, dazing her enough for him to take her by the wrist and whip her across the ring, back to where she started.

With the same calm demeanour that he started the match with, Ragin’ bolts across the ring and looks to mirror his actions on the other side of the ring. Kailey, however, has other ideas. She rolls forward, ducking his clotheslining arm and letting him carry on into the turnbuckles. She doesn’t allow him time to turn around though as she quickly scrambles to her feet and launches a dropkick to the back of his head! His face ricochets off the top pad and he stumbles backwards, leaving enough room between himself and the ropes for Kailey to throw herself off them and use their momentum to launch herself onto Ragin’ with a Lou Thesz Press! She mounts the Russian and offloads some of that anger through her clenched fists!

JH: There it is! There’s some of the pain she’s caused him, some of that vengeance, that karma, unloading itself all over Ragin’s face!

TM: Hey, Ragin’s been through all this too, but do you see him going all primal? No, ‘cos he’s got a little something called dignity.

JH: Oh don’t give me that. Nothing you can say will convince me that he’s felt even half of what Kailey’s been through.

Ragin’ manages to block a lot of Kailey’s frantic blows, but they come so thick and fast that he barely has the time. Richard Kelly steps in, trying in vain to pry the enraged southern belle from her prey but she’s having none of it, until that is, Natalya makes her presence felt.

JH: Oh here we go.

Ragin’s valet reaches into the ring and grabs Kailey by the foot, tugging on it as much she can to try and at least draw her attention off of Ragin’ and give him the moment he needs to make a break for it. It works. Kailey lunges out and grabs Natalya’s wrist, the ice queen’s face the very picture of shock and panic as she tries to yank herself free. Were it not for Ragin’, Kailey may have dragged her into the ring and dealt out some of that sweet revenge, but she finds herself thrown off her opponent as he uses the distraction to break free.

JH: Didn’t take long did it, for that bitch to get herself involved.

TM: She was protecting Ragin’, you’d do the same for your man.

JH: I…hey.

Ragin’ rolls to a knee and checks his lips and nose for blood. He finds none, but still must take a moment to gather his bearings after the onslaught. Kailey finds herself on the other side of the ring, shaking away the confusion as she glances up and sees her nemesis free from her clutches. Her eyes dart to Natalya for the briefest of moments as she snarls at the valet for her interference, before pulling herself back to her feet. She charges in once more, but Ragin’ is up! He dashes in to meet her and spears her backwards, all the way into the corner where he crushes her between his shoulder and the turnbuckles!

TM: Ooh! Do they have American football in Russia? ‘Cos damn!

With the Nashville native suitably winded, Ragin’ cracks a couple of chops off her chest, before dragging her out and tucking his head under her arm. He flips her up and over and crashes her into the white with…

JH: NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEXUUGHHH!!!

Ragin’ carries through and flips over into a mount position, looking down on the groggy Kailey. He reaches round the back of her head and grabs himself a handful of those golden locks, bring his face down to meet her own as he pulls her head up. A sick, menacing smile creeps along his face as he removes his hand and PIE FACES her back into the canvas!

JH: Ugh! What sick bastard would enjoy this so?

TM: That one there.

He grabs her by the head once more and takes to his feet, pulling her up with him. He takes her wrist and shoots her off into the ropes, bouncing off the opposite set as she hurtles back towards him. He throws his arm out.

JH: LARIOTOOOOOH!!!!

The back of her head once again meets the canvas hard and she instinctively raises her arms to comfort it, as if that would stop the pain throbbing through her skull.

Ragin’ moves around her, stooping to pick her up once again, this time shoving her head under his arm in a reverse chancery. He gives a fleeting look to Natalya, smiling eerily before he snaps his prey back into the canvas, Kailey’s head meshing with it’s solid frame once more.

TM: He’s picked a part and he’s wearing it down. He’s gonna knock this chick out.

JH: He’s going to cause some serious damage if he’s not careful. Kailey needs to get back in this, get the advantage back before it’s too late.

TM: Newsflash Hitchen, we’re past too late.

Ragin’ nonchalantly covers Kailey…

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Two!

Th - Kickout!
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Kailey throws her shoulder up, breaking the three with no real danger of a loss on the horizon. Ragin’ seems un-phased, obviously not expecting it to be over quite so soon. He takes her by the head once more and hauls her up to verticality, this time opting to drag her over to the nearest corner. He pushes her back first into the buckles and steps out onto the apron, signalling to all his fans that he’s about to do something awfully impressive. He scales the outside of the post and perches himself on the very top, where he takes his knee and positions it behind Kailey’s already beaten and bruised head.

JH: We’ve seen this before, and frankly it’s the last thing Kailey needs right now.

With a confident smirk he pushes off, his knee firmly placed behind Kailey’s head as he drives it -- no! Kailey holds on tight to the top ropes either side of her, holding her back as Ragin’ sails through the air and crashes unceremoniously into the canvas in front of her!

JH: Yes! Nice counter from Kailey, can I buy her the time she needs to recoup?

TM: I doubt.

Ragin’s rolls over, balled up and clutching his knee as Kailey droops back into the corner for a well earned rest. She shakes the cobwebs loose as Richard Kelly moves to check on the downed Ragin’, who seems concerned over the state of his knee.

TM: Oh oh, see what Kailey did? This match could end now if Ragin’ isn’t fit to go on.

JH: He’s fine. He’s just stalling Kelly so Natalya can get the jump on Kailey.

Sure enough, the ice queen has scaled the ring side and is making her way along the apron toward the southern belle. As Kailey takes a few steps out of the corner, Natalya reaches into the ring and grabs her by the hair, dragging her back into the turnbuckle before wrapping her arms around her neck and applying a makeshift sleeper!

JH: Might as well be a damned handicapped match out there.

TM: Hey, if Kailey chooses to work alone that’s her problem.

JH: Can you blame the girl? After working here she’s got to have trust issues.

Natalya tightens her grip around Kailey’s throat as our heroin tries to shake her off. She claws at her forearms in a vain attempt to loosen her grip, but in the end finds it easier to simply throw an elbow back into the bitch’s temple! The grip loosens, Natalya stumbles back and wouldn’t ya know it, Ragin’s feeling better. He pushes past Kelly but only rises as far as his knees before Kailey drives two feet into his face and sends him snapping back to the ground with a hard and fast dropkick!

JH: She’s back in control!

Ragin’ rolls over onto his front and pushes himself up to all fours, only for Kailey to move in and grab him by the leg. He kicks back at her, rolling onto his back and pulling her in before shoving her backwards hard enough so that she looses her grip and falls back toward the ropes. He takes the opportunity to kip back up to his feet…only for Kailey to bounce back from the ropes with and take him back down with a…

JH: SPINNING WHEEL KIIIIIIICHUUUGHH!!!

He crashes back to the floor and once again flips over to his stomach, no doubt from instinct, but it doesn’t save him from his tormentor as she runs into the ropes to his side and uses the momentum to launch herself into the air and drive her knees deep into his spine! His back arches in pain but she’s not done just yet. She pushes her knees against his back and grabs him by the head and legs, tilting backwards until she’s holding him above her, her knees pushed into his back as she stretches him across her like a bow.

JH: BACK STABBAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!

Kailey yanks him down across her knees as hard she can as she forces them into his spine, and forces him to screech in pain. She jerks him up and down as she tries to snap him in twain, his arms flailing about as he desperately tries to reach for the ropes, but they’re just out of reach.

JH: He’s got nowhere to run, and Kailey’s got no reason not to snap him in two.

TM: She can’t, she doesn’t have that killer spirit in her. She’ll be afraid of doing any real damage and drop him any sec now….any minute…you watch.

Kailey shows no sign of letting up as she continues to torture the Russian. Richard Kelly gets all up in his face, asking if he wants to surrender but of course he most certainly does not. With his back in serious danger, Natalya steps in to save her man. She grabs the bottom rope and forces it inwards toward Ragin’s outstretched arm, both it and the cable stretched to their very limit. He pushes out his fingers, desperately trying to shift himself ever closer…he’s done it! Kelly looks up as Natalya backs away, pointing and shouting at the ref to break the hold. He’s a little suspicious, but what can he do?

JH: Every time Kailey has the advantage, that bitch snatches it away from her.

TM: That’s what good managers do, Hitchen. Do you really expect her to just stand about while her charge is being decimated?

Kailey is forced to relinquish the hold, pushing Ragin’ off her as she rolls to a knee. She spots Natalya’s mischievous grin at ringside and narrows her eyes in suspicion. No time to interrogate her now though, Ragin’ may be free of the hold but his back is in serious need of a chiropractor. He grabs a hold of the ropes and begins to heave himself up, only to find himself helped along the way by his old friend. Kailey pulls his head into a reverse chancery and drags him back into the centre of the ring, before dropping him down and snapping his back across her knee!

JH: Oooh, she’s working that back like he worked her head. Little taste of his own medicine there.

She drops into a cover, Kelly moves into count!

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Two!

Th -- Kickout!
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Ragin’ throws his shoulder off the canvas, breaking the count but at the same time stretching out his back more then he’d like. He groans in pain as Kailey takes him by the head and pulls him back up to his feet. She grabs his wrist and shoot him off toward the ropes. She spins her leg out and swings a beautiful Roundhouse Kick…through the air! She steadies herself and looks to find Ragin’, only to see him clinging onto the ropes for dear life. She scrunches up her face and charges in, pushing him into the ropes and whipping him -- NO! Ragin’ ducks and hoists her up and over, throwing her from the ring! She crashes into the apron and Ragin’ stumbles forward for a much needed rest.

JH: Ragin’s smart. His back is paining him, so he gets rid of the cause of that pain, for a few moments at least, giving him a chance to rest up before continuing his assault.

Kailey shakes the cobwebs loose and glances round to see Ragin’ leaning into one of the far turnbuckles, favouring that back of his. As he sees her taking to her feet he steps out of the corner and makes his way across the ring to meet her at the ropes. The two come together and he reaches over to grab a hold of those golden locks, but takes a snapping boot to the gut for his trouble! He staggers backwards, clutching his gut as Kailey grabs the top rope and springs herself over! She hooks her arm around Ragin’s head and spirals him into the canvas with -- NO! Ragin’ stops himself from being ploughed head first into the canvas and moves both himself and Kailey toward the corner, where he drops her face first into the top turnbuckle pad!

TM: EAT ‘BUCKLE, KAILEY!!!

She stumbles backwards and Ragin’ just has enough time to wrap his arms around her waist and launch her over his head with a…

JH: GERMAN SUPLEXUUUUGHHHH!!!

He drives the back of her head in the mat and releases his grip, rolling off to the side to once again take a short break. Kailey’s hands return to her aching head as she tries to keep her grey matter from spilling all over the white. Ragin’ gather his bearings and reaches over to Kailey, taking her by the head and leading her back to her feet as he takes to his own. He fires a knee into her gut and hooks her up, before snapping her over lighting quick with a Snap Suplex! But he doesn’t stop there, he keeps the hold and twists them both back to their feet. He lifts her vertically again but this time drops her across his shoulders, before dropping her to the side and driving her head into the canvas!

JH: DEATH VALLEY DRIVAAAAGHHHHH!!!

He immediately switches into a pin!

[align=center]One!

Two!

Thre -- NO!
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Kailey somehow manages to kick out!

JH: Her head must be fit to split, but the girl just won’t give up.

TM: If you ask me, she should just take the pin and go get checked out. It’s the safest, smartest thing.

JH: I can’t even imagine a day when Kailey would lay down for anyone.

Sensing that the southerner is starting to fade, Ragin’ decides it’s time to put her out of her misery. With her hair wrapped around his fist he pulls her close, that menacing grin once again flashing across his face.

Ragin’: Come to daddy.

The camera mics pick up his words as he shoves her head between his legs and then hauls her up onto his shoulders!

TM: It’s over now.

He reaches up to grab her head…but Kailey snaps back to reality! She grabs the back of Ragin’s head with one hand and pummels his forehead with clenched rights! He staggers about, trying to block the shots or swat her off or something. She loses her grip, falters slightly, but manages to bring her fists together and crack him in the crown with a double axe handle!

JH: A modified Kailey Klub! She’s fighting her way out of The Feature Remover!

Ragin’s stumbles backwards and is set to topple, when Kailey wraps her legs tightly around his head and throws herself back, dragging him down to the canvas with a Hurricanrana that tosses him across the ring! He slides toward the ropes and quickly looks up across the ring, right into the eyes of his enemy. She flashes a cocky smile toward him.

Kailey: Who’s your daddy now?

Ragin’ grits his teeth and bolts at his tormentor, but his momentary rage clouds his judgement and runs straight into a spinning kick from Kailey. He twirls around like a dazed ballerina and Kailey pounces! She wraps her arms around his neck and squeezes with all her might!

JH: SOUTHERN DISCOMFOOOOOOOORT!!!

Ragin’ flails about, trying to reach for the ropes but Natalya can’t help him this time as Kailey drags him back toward centre. Kelly’s in his face asking if he wants to give but, once again, he declines the offer. He tries to throw an elbow back at Kailey but can’t make it connect, and she simply tightens her hold in response.

TM: Come on, Ragin’, you’re better then this.

JH: He’s fading. If he doesn’t get out of this hold soon then this match is over.

Ragin’ tries to shake Kailey off, twisting and turning and sending Kelly scampering into a nearby corner to avoid the flailing. Not he best hiding place though, as Ragin’ decides to get the monkey off his back by putting her into reverse and forcing her back into the turnbuckles! Kelly is sandwiched between the buckles and Kailey, Kailey between Kelly and Ragin’! Her head cracks off the ref’s and her grip loosens enough for Ragin’ to scramble free. Kailey staggers along the ropes, holding onto the top one with one hand as she tends to her aching head with the other. Richard Kelly, being a referee and therefore far weaker then any normal human, flops forward and face plants on the canvas. Natalya smiles menacingly.

JH: I don’t like this. Ragin’ and Natalya out there, with Kailey, and no referee.

TM: Game over, man, game over.

Natalya marches around the ring and yanks the chair out from under Timmy the Timekeeper without even giving him a chance to stand up. She moves to the apron and slides it into her man, mirroring his devious smile with her own.

JH: After all her valiant efforts, it’s going to end like this.

Ragin’ bends down to pick up the chair…and gets cracked in the nose by Kailey’s boot! He bolts upright and get sent into the corner by a Roundhouse kick! Kailey looks from Ragin’ to the chair…and stoops to pick it up.

JH: Phew. That was close. Now this match can end in a fair and…what’s she doing?

TM: I tell you what she’s not doing, getting rid of the chair.

She holds it tight within her grasp, looking it over, eyebrows arches in anger as she contemplates her next move.

JH: You’re better then this Kailey, better then them. Drop the chair and finish it your way.

TM: Don’t listen to him. Strike him down and the circle will be complete. Embrace the dark side, Kailey! Embrace it!

Ragin’ looks up past the cartoon birdies and the blurred vision and spies Kailey standing central in the ring. A cocky smirk appears on his face, so sure is he that her goody-two shoes nature will never allow her to use a weapon. He saunters toward her, sweat from the match sparkling in the lights as it trickles down his face.

Ragin’: You don’t have the --

CRACK!

JH: My God…

Ragin’ collapses to the canvas. Natalya looks on in utter shock. Kailey too freezes in place as she looks at the result of her actions. She notices Richard Kelly stirring out of the corner of her peripheral vision and quickly discards the chair. She drops into the cover and hooks Ragin’s leg.

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JH: I can’t believe what we’re seeing.

[align=center]Two![/align]

TM: I see why she was so attracted to him now. They’re so alike.

[align=center]THREE!!![/align]

The bell rings out and the crowd cheer. Ragin’ got the beating he deserved, that’s all they care about. However, it’s not so black and white for our Kailey.

JH: Well, there’s no doubt she deserved the win, but…

TM: Rise, Darth Kailey.

JH: Alright already, we get it.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, KAILEEEEEEEEEY LAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!

She takes to her feet and backs away from the unmoving body of her nemeses as Natalya rushes in to be by his side. She glares up at Kailey as she cradles his head, as if she were the villain in all of this. Kailey turns and steps through the ropes, walking quickly up the aisle without even so much as a glance back in the direction of the ring.

Interrupting the Pay-Per-View mega event that is Deja Vu, we open backstage in the hallowed and historic halls of Madison Square Garden, slap bang in the middle of New York City, and find ourselves staring at a large version of the Union Jack, which covers the entire wall in our shot. We continue staring at the flag as a smartly dressed man walks into the shot. Wearing a dark grey suit and with his dirty blonde hair slicked back, this new face to Full Intensity Wrestling greets us with a smirk through his goatee.

Man: "America, home of the free and the brave."

A strong British accent lets us know that this man is not a local. And, that's all I have to say on that matter. Obvious, really.

Man: "More like the home of the cheap and the gun-toting obese. My name is James Barrett and most people call me 'The Gentleman', for reasons that you will soon learn. I carry myself with an air of dignity and respect, something which I've failed to see since arriving in this blasted country just four weeks ago.."

The man, who we now know is called James Barrett, shakes his head and looks to the floor, clearly disgusted. Or possibly disappointed. Maybe distain. Either way, he doesn't look impressed.

James: "Before any of you ignorant morons begin one of your patriotic chants and try telling me to get out of your flabby country, let me tell you that I would absolutely adore the opportunity to leave. However, it's well known that the biggest exposure in this business can be found in the United States and as they say; no pain, no gain. I come here from London, England by fluke, no less. An associate of mine was unable to make a series of bookings for a promotion down south and I was offered as a substitute. It's not something I'm necessarily proud of, but it got me the foot in the door that I needed to make a success of myself. And now, after that joke of a promotion crumbled around my feet, I find myself here in Full Intensity Wrestling. The infamous FIW.."

A sly smirk crosses James' face as he pauses.

James: "Don't think I'm here to tell you how brilliant I am in the ring or to preach about how wonderful England is, because that's the least of my concerns. Of course, I am brilliant and England is wonderful, but I know for a fact that none of you will appreciate what and I say, and that you'll all look upon me as the anti-American outsider. Well, pat yourselves on the back and go queue up for that cigar, because you're right. I don't like you people. Your attitudes are terrible and your eating habits are disgusting. It's a wonder so many of you can actually fit in a grand arena such as Madison Square Garden. But, that's not the point. You see, James Barrett is here to make an impression on the wrestling industry and to win as many Championship belts as possible. And if I have to maim people on my way, so much the better, which brings me back to the pain-gain issue.."

With nothing better to do, James nods slowly.

James: "Yes, you have to suffer some pain in order to gain in life, but at the same, if you inflict pain, you essentially push something aside. If I were to injure a number one contender, that would effectively put me one step closer to becoming a Champion. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is something that I intend to do several times. Losing the belts won't be an option either, but we'll save that for when management recognise my abilities and give me the opportunity. After all, pushing to the front of the queue is considered to be bad manners.."

Enjoying his little joke, James chuckles to himself.

James: "So now all of you out there in the world of Full Intensity Wrestling know who I am and what I'm about, I think it's time I answer the big question. See, whether I really want to admit it or not, FIW is my new home and with every home - or at least the ones made of bricks and mortar, rather than the cardboard boxes you people live in - there is a garden. And my garden is split in half with a great fence right down the middle. On the left, the grass is red from blood stains, and there are sharp knives and barbed wire just laying around, whilst to the right, is tranquil blue grass being enjoyed by midgets and women alike. If you hadn't guessed, people, I'm referring to the two different shows here in FIW. And I know everyone is trying to figure out which side of the fence I'm going to be playing on.."

For suspense, James pauses and lets everyone think it over.

James: "Well, I can say now that the likes of Jack Manson, Tomoko Onamari and Sean Madrox can all sleep easy in their beds tonight, because 'The Gentleman' has signed on the line with Madison Lee and is going to do what he does best on the Tuesday Night Throwdown side of things. And besides, let's be honest, Richard Markone just isn't as easy on the eyes.."

Again, James chuckles at his own joke.

James: "But Madison isn't the only reason that I signed with TNT. She's a damn good reason, but not the only reason. I've checked out a few shows as of late and TNT is most definitely the place to be if you know the difference between a wristwatch and a wristlock, which, unsurprisingly, most Americans do not. Still, with the Ultimate Endurance and Fighting Spirit Championships calling out my name, how could I refuse? Belts that seemingly mean something, rather than just claiming to be the best in the world or being the latest person to commit an assault in the ring with a foreign object. So Remy Barteaux and Dante Coles had better watch themselves, because one of them are going to become my first stepping stone as I begin to climb the ladder in this promotion. Maybe they'll both get lucky and create themselves a little stairway for me to climb as I take their Championship belts."

The sly smirk on James' face returns as he motions to his waist where a Championship belt will most likely sit in the future. As the smirk fades, James motions to the cameraman with his right index finger, prompting the camera to zoom in on his face.

James: "I don't claim to know much and I certainly don't know when I'll be making my in-ring debut, but I do know this. James Barrett's wrestling debut for TNT will be explosive!"

With that said, James begins laughing to himself, then turns and stares at the Union Jack with a proud smile on his face. After a few seconds, James turns back to the camera and raises two fingers on his right hand - the index and middle fingers - for everyone to see, then smirks to himself and walks off-screen as we fade out.

Southern rock melodies play as the house lights drop, the legendary drums beating in time with the swaying of the crowd. The only thing lit up is the ‘tron screen as that unmistakable twang of Lynard Skynard's Freebird rocks our ear holes.

JH: Hey, whose music is Freebird?

TM: There’s only one guy I know that’s used that song recently, but it couldn’t be. He said he’d never show his face in FIW so long as lovely Madison was GM!

[align=center]If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now, 'cuz there's too many places I've got to see.
But, if I stay here with you, girl, things just couldn't be the same.
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now... and this bird you cannot change!
Ohhhhhhhhhhh, and this bird you cannot change.
And this bird you can not change!
Lord knows, I can't change!
Lord help me, I can't chaye-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-eange!
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The song obviously skips quite a ways ahead as Skynard kicks it into overdrive and we rock up with flashing red lights in time with the beat. The lights come up and TIER is standing at the entryway, steel chair in hand!

TM: IT IS! IT’S HIM!!

He raises it high and nods along with the music before darting off for the ring. He hops up and slides in on his stomach, then kips to his feet, moving to each turnbuckle in turn and raising the chair. He moves back to the middle of the ring, and SLAMS the chair against the canvas!

Tier: BLOOD!!!

Audience: SWEAT!!! TIER!!!

Tier grins and unfolds the chair in the center of the ring as the music fades away, but the fans aren‘t done. They start stomping their feet and chanting loudly.

Audience: BLOOD! SWEAT! TIER! BLOOD! SWEAT! TIER!

Tier grins and moves to the turnbuckles again, hitting them with both fists raised in the air and drowning in the adoration of the fans he made his home with.

JH: This audience is sure excited to see the Immortal, Eternal Red back in the ring!

TM: Eh, he’s not so much with the red now, Hitchen. And where the hell’s his mask? I barely recognized him!

They finally calm down as Tier accepts a mic from a ring monkey. He turns it on and sits in the chair, grinning ear-to-ear. He puts the mic to his lips, but a chant starts again.

Audience: TIER! TIER! TIER! TIER! TIER! TIER!!

Tier shakes his head and smiles, but the chant dies down and he speaks.

Tier: Madison Square Garden!

Merely the announcement of the arena they’re in sends the fans wild, and they cheer loudly, cheap pop style.

Tier: God DAMN it’s been too long since I’ve been between these ropes! I gotta tell ya… I gotta tell ya, though; I ain’t stayin’ for long.

The crowd half boos, half makes a disappointed “AWWW” noise. Tier holds up his hand for silence, shaking his head.

Tier: Hey, take what you can get, kids. I’m an old man now, thirty years old… Christ!

Tier makes the chicken neck look with his lips drawn back in a grimace, but smiles it away.

JH: Thirty is hardly “old”.

TM: Are you kidding? He’s ancient! He’s about to crumble into dust right before our eyes! The man farts cobwebs!

JH: You’re an idiot.

Tier: No, but seriously. This place has come a looooooooong way since the last time I stepped through these ropes. Most noticeably, my two TNT protégés accomplishments. Bill Kuriyama against the REAL Slam! main event, Hutch! In a Lion’s Den match for the International Championship! Can you believe it? That’s history right there, folks. You aren’t gonna see this every week.

Tier shakes his head and gets up, too full of the crowd’s energy to stay seated. He folds up his chair and leans it in the corner, hovering there for a moment as he continues to speak.

Tier: And Swytch… Swytch! Yeah, his ass and my foot are gonna meet for a tango one of these days, you keep watchin‘ your TV sets... But for all the jackassy things he’s done to me, he’s found himself in the TNT MAIN! EVENT! Dual Crown Championship, the belt even I couldn’t get my hands on… and it’s on his waist.

Tier shakes his head, sighing.

Tier: So! To my point. In case you haven’t been paying attention, about every year I bring someone in here, or tutor someone, and they manage to find their way to stardom. Well, it’s a new year, kids. It’s high time someone gets their shot at Tuesday Night Throwdown.

The fans cheer, very much liking where this is going.

Tier: So I talked to my old buddy Wightraven--

Boos.

Tier: --former owner of NGIW--

Cheers!

Tier: --and he talked to his friend Madison Lee--

Boos.

Tier: --whom you all CLEARLY know well.

Tier rolls his eyes and gets a small laughter pop.

Tier: Anyway, all this talking went down and we rounded up a few young bucks from all over the place, Wight does what he usually does and threw a bunch of money into the pyrotechnics and music acquisition funds, and tonight is their shot. Tonight you’ll see a couple young wrestlers walk down that walkway, step into this ring, and wrestle ME for a chance at a TNT contract, and hell, even the loser gets to say they got their ass kicked by Tier on THE FIW pay-per-view.

Some more pops of the cheapish variety, which Tier grins at.

Tier: All right, enough of my gum-flappin’, let’s get this show on the road. Who’s first?

The muted opening chords of Staind's "Fade" hit the speakers, the fans brewing, waiting to see the first man enter the arena. The heavy line hits and a scruffy young man walks out to a decent amount of cheers. He smiles a bit, then his face goes back to its default emotionless setting. The young man shakes the stress out of his wrists and walks to the ring, stepping through the ropes and walking straight up to Tier.

Tier: Hey there, kid. What’s your name, where ya from?

Tier points the mic in the young man’s direction.

Fade: I’m Fade, I’m from Salem, Massetchusets.

Tier: All right, cool, cool. Got anything to say before you “take me down”?

Fade shakes his head.

Fade: Nope.

Tier shrugs.

Tier: Well, all right then. Go easy on me, now. I’ve got a little ring rust.

Tier smiles sarcastically as the bell rings and he hands the mic off to the ref. Fade wastes no time, and as soon as the mic leaves Tier’s fingers, he charges the legend with a shoulder block! Tier is jarred, but he stands upright and smiles at Fade.

JH: This kid looks like he just bit off WAY more than he can chew!

Tier suddenly springs into a jumping calf kick that CRACKS Fade in the jaw and sends him to the mats.

TM: OUCH! Tier keeps stuff like that up and Fade won’t be able to chew ANYTHING!

Tier pulls Fade up and shoots him into the ropes. Fade comes back on the rebound, but ducks around Tier’s jumping leg lariat, swiveling behind him. Tier barely gets his footing and locks in a hammerlock! Tier jumps a bit with the initial shock of pain, but then works on moving away from Fade’s body to escape the hold. Fade isn’t having any of that, however, and the two move in a little circle for a moment.

TM: What the hell!? Who is this guy? Who uses a fucking hammerlock anymore!?

JH: It’s a breath of fresh air if you ask me.

TM: Y’know, you say that a lot. “If you ask me”… and no one does, Hitchen. No one does.

Fade eventually releases the hammerlock, only to snare both of Tier’s arms and YANK HIM OVERHEAD WITH A TIGER SUPLEX!!!

JH: What a stunning tiger suplex from this youngster! He could really add to TNT’s technical roster!

TM: Hey, I like technical masterminds as much as the next guy. Probably MORE than the next guy. But this kid looks like Ashton Kutcher… and that I cannot condone.

Tier goes vertical from the impact of the suplex, then falls face-down. He pushes himself to his feet with little effort, and gets charged once again by Fade. Fade leaps into the air with a flying knee, but Tier catches him! The hardcore legend of hardcore legends swings Fade around and PLANTS him into the mat with a scoop slam!

JH: That was an impressive counter! Tier has lost some weight since we last saw him, Thomas, but his strength still remains.

TM: Yeah yeah yeah. Since when were you such a huge Tier fan?

JH: Uh… hey, look! Tier’s steppin’ on his face. Mmm, you like those hellish tactics, right Thomas?

Tier does indeed step on poor young Fade’s face, probably for that dastardly suplex he was given. Tier then plants his own butt on the mat and locks in a triangle chokehold around Fade’s neck and arm!

JH: Fade could be in trouble here. Triangle chokes are NOT comfortable holds!

TM: You would know, Thomas. I hear you go down to that club, The Triangle and CHOKE on stuff every night.

Tier locks the hold in a bit tighter, pulling on the arm and squeezing his thighs. Fade’s cheeks begin turning red, and he finally taps his hand against the mat, signaling defeat. The bell rings and Tier releases the hold. He stands up and exhales, then grabs Fade by the hand, pulling him up to his feet. Fade coughs as some of the redness drains from his face, and Tier pats him on the back before raising his arm. Fade makes his way to the back with some healthy cheers by the fans.

JH: See that, Thomas? That’s how ALL wrestling matches should end. With the victor congratulating the loser on a great match.

TM: Oh sure, maybe in gumdrop land where you live, Hitchen, in your blueberry muffin house with the chocolate frosting rain. But here in the real world everybody hates everybody, the rain is God taking a mighty piss on us from the skies, and I fuck your mom on a nightly basis.

[align=center]"Hey amigos . . ."[/align]

Rich mariachi music begins to play, scintillating the crowd with the promise of something spicy. However, nothing spicy this way comes as the lights cut and the entryway is illuminated a dusty yellow. The giant shape of what can only be described as a skull cowboy lumbers onstage as Rammstein's familiar thundering guitars kick in. He stands with his legs shoulder width apart and his head bowed, a tan duster scraping the floor. A sharp caw is suddenly heard and a huge raven flies down from the rafters, lighting on the cowboy's left shoulder. He dredges toward the ring with methodical slowness, paying no mind to the fans as they watch him. He steps below the top rope, the raven giving another cry before it flaps to the near turnbuckle. The cowboy removes his hat and coat, revealing a scarred, tattooed body and a VERY realistic skull mask under the nest of silky brown hair. He sets his effects in a corner and stares a hole through Tier with his nothing eyes.

TM: Holy SHIT! Would you look at that hoss, Hitchen!? He’s gotta be, what? Seven feet tall?

JH: He’s near it if he isn’t, Thomas. That scary boy is BIG.

Tier seems to have reclaimed his mic, but is pretty much unphased by the big skull guy. I mean, c’mon. NGIW. He was there, dammit. Tier cocks his head to the side and chuckles once, then clears his throat.

Tier: All right, so what’s your--

The man SNATCHES the mic from Tier’s grasp. Tier’s eyes go wide as the foam is pressed against the rubber/plastic teeth of the mask.

Skull Cowboy: Make up your fucking mind.

A voice thick with a Mexican accent and deep as the great sunken city R’lyeh springs forth from the mask, startling Tier a bit as he’s talking WAY too close to the mic.

Skull Cowboy: You’re wasting so much time, amigo. Playing manager to your little Sam, tending to your PIGS.

The cowboy spits the last word as boos begin to mount from this sheer disrespect.

Skull Cowboy: You’re retired, “viejo”. You gave up the rich life of pride and tradition. You gave up wrestling… … but here you are again with a twenty minute Tough Enough so you can pad your wallet and maintain your fan base? I don’t think so, esse. I accept your little challenge, but not because I need that TNT contract. That's just some sauce on the enchilada. It’s because I want to put a stop to your damn wishy-washy love/hate relationship with wrestling. Because I… have a lesson to teach. I have… a message for you.

The cowboy holds the mic aloft and LITERALLY CRUSHES IT IN HIS BARE HAND!! Broken plastic and bent metal fall to the mat as he opens his mitt, then FIRES A HELL-DRIVEN HAYMAKER INTO TIER’S FACE!!

JH: And it’s on!

Tier staggers backward, wheeling his arms to regain his balance. He does and charges the cowboy with a STIFF back heel kick that catches the hulk right in the jaw! It’s the newcomer’s turn to be staggered, but like Tier he maintains his feet and charges forth to GRAB Tier by the FACE and walk forward, dragging Tier’s head into his kneecap!

JH: OUCH! What an unorthodox maneuver!

Tier hits the mat and starts to make to his feet, but the giant cowboy boot attached to the skull guy’s leg JAMS itself into Tier’s ribs, sending him back to the floor. The cowboy positions his boot on Tier’s chin, and WASHES it across, scraping the sole against his flesh! Tier cries out in pain and holds his chin, moving quickly to find his feet before the skull cowboy can continue his attack.

TM: This guy is just relentless, Hitchen! I LOVE it! Since when has Tier gotten OWNED like this?

JH: Not in a long time, Thomas. But you’ve gotta imagine ring rust has a lot to do with it, and that stiff tiger suplex from Fade not long ago.

TM: Oh, stop making excuses, Hitchen. Next thing you’re gonna say jet lag caused this.

JH: Texas to New York IS a long flight…

Tier rubs some more pain out of his chin, then sets his jaw and glares at the cowboy. He drops into his low stance and charges the cowboy, seemingly attempting a spear. However, the cowboy doesn’t go down, and Tier doesn’t seem to be trying to get him there. Instead, Tier uses the momentary stun from a shoulder to the gut and reaches up for the cowboy’s head, dropping him straight down into a DDT!

JH: That was a dangerous DDT variant, but Tier got the point across; he’s not just going to be walked on like that!

Tier puts the boots to the cowboy for a moment, working in some rib pain to keep him on the mats. The hardcore legend then gets some momentum from the near ropes and DROPS a knee into the cowboy’s cranium! Tier wastes no time there and THRUSTS his open palm at the cowboy’s neck, choking the life out of him!

JH: Oh come on! Why resort to illegal tactics?

TM: Uh, hate to shit on your parade, Hitch, but do YOU see a ref anywhere? ‘Cuz I sure as hell don’t.

Cowboy doesn’t seem to be responding to the chokeage, and suddenly both of his hands shoot up and wrap around Tier’s cranium, knuckles going white at the sheer effort put forth into the squeeze!

JH: Dear God!

TM: He’s gonna pop his head like a pimple!!

Tier doesn’t relinquish the chokehold, in fact adding HIS other hand to the equation to try and force the monster off of him through pain. Pain doesn’t appear to be getting through though; it must have a bad connection or something. Tier finally is forced to let go and begins trying to pry the giant glove-covered fingers from his skull. Tier’s efforts aren’t much good, as he can’t seem to get more than one finger off at a time, but as he tries the cowboy rises, eventually FORCING Tier backward into the turnbuckle!

JH: The sheer strength of this man! This… fiend!

TM: Oh come on, JR. Yeah, he’s strong. Yeah, he’s a hoss. We get it. Shut up, already.

The cowboy stalks toward Tier, launching into a short-range clothesline out of NOWHERE, and SQUASHING Tier against the turnbuckle! Tier slumps, but forces himself back up into a fighting position, CRACKING the cowboy across the chest with a knife-edge chop!

JH: Tier is fighting back!

Tier lays another hard chop, and this time the fans keep up with a “WHOOOOOO!”. The cowboy is driven further back with ANOTHER knife-edge chop, and another “WHOOOOOO!!!”. Tier rears back for a real chest-splitter, but gets a fist around his throat for his troubles!

TM: HA! The cowboy didn’t look like he much enjoyed being pushed back like that!

JH: Chops like that, you know they’ve gotta sting. That guy’s gotta be feeling it!

TM: Well if he is, Hitchen, he’s sure as hell not showing it!

Tier works on removing the cowboy’s fingers from his throat, but doesn’t have much time as he’s PLUCKED into the air and SLAMMED back against the turnbuckle! The ropes shake with the impact, and once more with the subsequent running lariat that sends Tier OFF HIS FEET before he falls back into place! Tier heaves breath into his punished lungs as the cowboy places the legend on the top of the turnbuckle. At this point, Tier begins to fight him off with a few hard elbows to the sternum and abs. The cowboy slips off the ropes, but PUNCHES TIER SQUARE IN THE THROAT!!!

TM: THAT’LL ice your coffee!

Tier coughs and spurts, spitting up a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth as the cowboy locks Tier’s ankles around the top turnbuckle’s bolt. Moving to the outside, the cowboy takes hold of Tier’s chest and guides him downward so that he’s hanging upside down, facing the outside!

JH: Dear God! It’s like some kind of tree of woe!

Standing face to upside-down face with Tier, the cowboy begins pummeling him in the chest with shoulder strikes and fists. Tier throws back a few wild punches, one catching the cowboy just under the pec and forcing him to back up a bit, but this doesn’t last and he CHARGES the turnbuckle, CRUSHING TIER’S DIAPHRAGM WITH HIS ARM AND FLATTENING HIS SPINE AGAINST THE POLE!! Tier’s legs come unlocked and he DROPS head-first onto the protective mats outside!

JH: What sheer brutality this young man exudes! I don’t think Tier was expecting this!

TM: Yeah, well, he got it, Hitchen! Call it ring rust, call it jet lag, call it being unprepared, call it whatever you want. Tier is getting his ass handed to him by this freak!

That “freak” is now rolling Tier back into the ring, stepping up onto the apron himself and following. Tier army-crawls to the corner where he laid his chair and takes it up in his hands!

JH: This is just about to get WAY more violent!

The cowboy barely gets both feet into the ring and Tier WAFFLES HIM IN THE BRAINCASE WITH THE CHAIR!! The cowboy is staggered to a knee, and Tier takes another sideways shot, knocking the skull cowboy down! He screams out, words loud enough not to need a hand mic.

Tier: You overzealous bastard! Who the FUCK do you think you are!? You wanted to make a name for yourself? Well here’s the name you’re gonna make--

The cowboy suddenly snakes Tier’s leg and pulls it out from under him, tripping up the former GHC. The cowboy rises, shaking some of the cobwebs out as Tier gets up, chair in his fists!

TM: This is intense!

JH: Tier seems pissed. I think this little contest just went horribly pear-shaped.

Tier SWINGS the chair and the cowboy counters it with a hard chop to the chair! It goes flying out of Tier’s grasp, and the cowboy follows with ANOTHER FIST INTO TIER’S THROAT!! Tier hurks and coughs before being grabbed by the hair and forced between the cowboy’s legs. He then pulls Tier up into a powerbomb, letting one hand drop limp at his side to exhibit his strength before CRASHING into the mat full-force! Tier lays in the ring, breathing heavy but motionless.

TM: Jesus!

The cowboy flexes his shoulder muscles and cracks his neck before kneeling beside Tier. He gets down close to his ear, then stands back up, Rammstein’s “Te Quiero Puta!” playing over the loudspeakers.

TM: What the hell!? Did he just whisper something to Tier?

JH: I would assume so, Thomas… but what?

TM: Hey, he just kicked Tier’s ass! Does this mean he’s got a contract on TNT?

JH: Only time will tell. For the sake of our superstars… I sure hope not.

The skull cowboy raises a fist in the air and lurches toward the back.
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CM: Up next an inter-brand match, calling the action for Slam! I'm Chip Martin and I have to suffer through the commentary of the man next to me, Jonathan Hitchen.

JH: Suffering from envy that is folks.

Charles Cruz is in the ring, mircophone at the ready.

CC: The following match is for the International Championship and is a Lion's Den match, to win you must make your opponent submit or knock them out.

The lights in the arena dim suddenly, and a hush falls over the audience. Freddy Mercury's vocals fade in, as a gold spotlight races through the audience.

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......


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

Don't..... stop me now....
Don't stop me now.....

Cause I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time!


Pyro cracks along the floor near the curtain, starting at the left and the right, and meeting in the middle. As they meet, a single huge explosion is let off, and the crowd cheer.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
BOOOM!!!!


As the smoke clears, Hutch can be seen in the smoke, jogging out onto the stage. He grins, and spins in a circle, holding his arms aloft.

I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping meeeeeeeeee!


Hutch struts the floor, slapping a few hands along the way, singing along to his music as he goes. As he goes, little golden sparklers fire up symmetrically out of some pyro contraptions along the way, only rising to about knee height. He pauses, grinning and pointing out to a "Hutch" sign in the audience, thumping his chest, before spinning around again in a circle.

CC: Introducing first from Newcastle, England, he ways in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is.... HUTCH!

He reaches the den and pauses, one foot on the stairs, one arm holding the chain link wall. He leans backward, and looks around again at the crowd, before letting out a "Woo!" and hauling himself up onto the top step

I'm burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man of you


Now in the den, he poses for the crowd, his arms outstretched, and his head tilted back. He grins, and the music fades out on the line:

If you wanna have a good time just give me a call!

Hutch thumps his chest once more, before sitting down, Raven style on the opposite side to the door, awaiting the start of the match.

CC: And his opponent

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

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

A spotlight pops onto centre of the entrance way where Bill Kuriyama has appeared, decked out in his wrestling attire, a lit cigarette clutched between his teeth and the International Championship belt around his waist. He takes a long drag, curling the ash toward him as he smokes it down.

CC: Hailing from New York City, New York.

[align=center]CHEAP POP![/align]

CC: He weighs in at two hundred and fifty nine pounds, he is the Sex Machine Gun... BILL KURIYAMA!

Bill takes the cigarette from his mouth and flicks it away as he makes his way to the den, determination set in his eyes and smoke coiling from his lips. The music reaches its interlude as Bill puts one leg on the top step and pauses at the door to look out over the fans and exhale that last breath of smoke. He winks and grins before stepping into the den with a flourish and throwing a fist into the air, which the crowd cheers. Bill levels the 'gun fingers' at Hutch before "firing" and relaxing against the cage wall.

CM: Well now Slam! official Mark Jackson will make sure that Bill has no foreign objects on him.

JH: Being a Slam! official he'd know all about foreign objects but it's more likely he'd find one on Hutch: a Slam! roster member, then Bill Kuriyama: a TNT roster member.

Mark Jackson pats down Bill after taking the belt from him and finds nothing, he pats down Hutch and finds nothing. Jackson fold the belt up and shows it to the two competitors before displaying it to the crowd, he finally hands the belt to someone the outside of the cage. The den's door is shut and locked into place. Mark Jackson goes over the rules and calls for the start of the match.

[align=center]DING!
DING!
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The two slowly move towards the middle of the ring, they share equal pacing until Kuriyama rushes forward and knocks Hutch back with a front kick to the mid section. Hutch gains his balance and steps forward but Bill kicks low at Hutch's left leg knocking it out from under him but Hutch manages to maintain his balance but not for long as Bill ducks down with front sweep, Hutch falls to his face. Hutch rushes to his feet but Bill is quicker as he only needs to stand not make it to his feet. Hutch is just about fully upright when Bill throws a left elbow, blocked, Bill throws the right and it is blocked again Hutch, Hutch pokes Kuriyama in the eye then spins and throws out his arm for the clothesline but Bill side steps and kicks Hutch across the lower back.

JH: Kuriyama off to a nice start.

CM: No, a nice start would have been Bill grabbing the referee and begging for him to end the match because he quits the match, that would have been a nice start.

JH: For Slam!

CM: Only brand that counts.

Hutch stumbles away due to the kick to the back, Bill quickly moves so that he is in between Hutch and the centre of the ring. Hutch turns into an elbow smash to the sternum, Hutch bends forward a bit from the impact and Bill rises up with a forearm smash that connects under Hutch’s jaw. Hutch stumbles away holding his chin and Bill looks on with a cocky smile, Hutch spins around quickly and takes Bill to the mat with a single leg takedown.

CM: Excellent it's only seconds before this is over and the championship comes back to it rightful home.

JH: Bah, Bill has been in control of the centre and the match from the bell.

Hutch keeps hold of the leg and quickly performs a spinning toe hold, Bill squirms in pain, Hutch spins again and keeps the hold on tight. Hutch teases going for the figure four by picking up Bill's right leg but he drops it and prepares to spin again, Hutch spins but is met with a kick to his left side: just above the hip, Hutch takes a step back but keeps his balance, with the kick loosening the hold Bill tries to break it with a second kick but it is blocked by Hutch, Hutch drops both of Bill's legs and hops over to Bill's left, Hutch only lands on his right foot, his left foot stays in the air a moment longer before landing on Bill's face, Hutch keeps his foot on Bill's face for a sort time while he poses, Hutch raises his foot up again and drives his foot down again. Mark Johnson signals to Hutch to knock of the stomps.

JH: Is there one Slammer that doesn't cheat?

CM: Probably but I wouldn't know about them, anyway that's not cheating since when has stomping been illegal?

JH: Since this is a Lion's Den match, a match based on mixed martial arts competition, where it is in many cases illegal to stomp people.

CM: You lie.

Hutch pivots, scraping his boot on Bill's face then scrapes it across Bill's face: over the eyes, and onto the mat, Hutch then picks Bill up and knees him in the face as he gets to the half way point, Hutch sets Bill up for a suplex while he is kneeling.

JH: This could be a bad idea where Hutch is concerned, bring suplexes into play while facing Bill.

CM: Bah, Bill might be the master of suplexes on Throwdown but on Slam! He'd only be in Nightmare's league.

JH: That'd be because Nightmare's the only person on Slam! That throws more then three suplexes.

CM: Not true.

Hutch snaps up bring Bill up to his feet, Hutch doesn't waste time, he lets out a “woo” as his lifts Bill's feet from the mat and brings him up straight for a vertical suplex. Hutch floats through the landing and rolls down Bill to his legs, Hutch lays on top of Bill's left leg and hooks his legs and left arm around it as he rolls them both over, Hutch has the reverse crucifix kneebar in tight, Hutch leans back and pulls on the leg trying to get Bill to tap out or hyperextend it if he wont.

CM: TAP! He's gonna tap Hitchen, TAP!

JH: Bill's too arrogant to tap this early, which isn't a good thing, he could suffer an injury.

Bill struggles in the hold showing obvious and very vocal signs of pain, he attempts to roll the hold back over to make it hard for Hutch to apply pressure but gives up due to the extra pressure he is putting on himself, Bill kicks back blindly with his free leg, the kick connects with Hutch's right shoulder, the hold loosens a bit, Hutch sits up to re-tighten his grip but ends up with the sole of Bill's boot against his face, Bill had taken a look back when the hold was relaxed and made sure Hutch wouldn't get the hold back on.

JH: Bill escapes the knee bar!

CM: Hutch was only softening him up, by working the leg Hutch makes it harder for Bill to throw that Kuriyama Kick or anything else for that matter.

JH: I'd have said he was weakening the leg for the Hutch Clutch.

CM: That too Hitchen, that too.

Bill gets up and hops away from Hutch before seeing how much damage has been done, Bill puts his leg down and weight on it, there is some discomfort but not enough to stop the Sex Machine Gun or the match. Hutch gets up slowly after the kick to the face, Hutch watches Bill test his leg before charging, Bill steps forward as Hutch charges and throws a belly to belly over head suplex to counter whatever Hutch had planned, Hutch hits the cage while upside down, luckily he hits the chain link and not one of the solid uprights, unluckily though he lands on the back of his head when he slide down the wall, Hutch ends up lying in a heap on the mat.

CM: OOOOUUUUUCCCCCHHHHHH!

JH: HUTCH THROWN INTO THE CAGE WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!

Bill gets up and goes after Hutch but Jackson stops him and tells him to back up, Mark checks to see if Hutch is able to continue with the match. Bill heads to part of the cage near fans and has a chat with them while he waits. Hutch wants to continue, he gets up without the aid of the cage or Mark Jackson, Bill mockingly claps and applauds Hutch for making it to his feet.

JH: Oh great, mocking.

CM: I like mocking, mocking is good and if he spends enough time doing it, it'll be very good.

JH: Since it'd lose him the match and the championship

CM: Exactly

JH: Fortunately I don't think Bill will be doing that much mocking, Hutch is a skilled professional and I'm sure he knows that

CM: No you hope he does but he doesn't.

Hutch moves towards the middle of the ring as does Bill. Hutch kicks Bill in the midsection then hits him with an elbow smash to the side of the head followed up by a European uppercut, as Bill jolts up from the uppercut Hutch fires of a quick chop then a second, followed by a third, forth, fifth, he gives a woo with each one and the crowd do too.

CM: Hutch is a chop machine gun!

Bill is backed up from all the chops, Hutch stays on him and lays in two more quick chops pulling back and firing off a powerful chop, alas, Bill ducks the chop and delivers a reverse exploder.

CM: No!

JH: REVERSE EXPLODAAAHHHH!

Bill stands up rubbing his reddened chest, he kicks Hutch in the head as he gets to his tries to make the transition from all fours to standing. Hutch falls over onto his back, Billy drops an quick elbow, he stays on the ground and batters Hutch with elbows the head, Hutch begins to bleed but from where on the face we can not tell as the elbow blows spread the blood out quickly. Bill hooks Hutch's head and stands up, Hutch is limp, Bill lifts him up so he is on his feet, Kuriyama hoist Hutch up partially before spinning dropping quickly, Hutch lands on his head and shoulders. Bill doesn't waste time he gets back up and brings Hutch to his feet, Bill applies the chancery, lifts and stalls Hutch vertically, his left leg in pain under the added weight, Bill drops down delivering a powerful delayed brainbuster DDT.

JH: Brainbuster!

CM: Come on Hutch be awake, get up, bring the title back.

Bill gets up leaving Hutch on the ground and he tells Mark Jackson to check him, Mark checks on Hutch, he stands up and starts a count.

CM: Come one Hutch get up, get up and I'll not doubt you again

[align=center]1!

2!

3!
[/align]

Hutch starts to move.

CM: He lives!

JH: Hutch is tough, one of the benefits of being on Slam! but given time Bill will put him out cold.

[align=center]4![/align]

CM: Time is the one thing Bill wont have.

[align=center]5!

6!

7!
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CM: He's up!

Hutch reaches reaches his knees, Jackson stop the count.

JH: Does this mean you like him now.

CM: In comparison to Bill Kuriyama? Very much so.

Bill moves is quickly, he slaps Hutch across the right side of his face, Bill steps back, he kicks Hutch on the left side of his head but Hutch stays on his knees he then gives him a stiff front kick to the face, Hutch falls back. Mark Jackson checks on Hutch and starts another count is administers another count.

JH: He's out, ring the bell for his safety.

CM: Mark has to make sure, wouldn't want to makes the wrong call.

Bill goes to the cage, he isn't chatting with the fans now but waiting to see if Hutch will get up.

[align=center]1!

2!

3!

4!

5!
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Hutch starts to move, he rolls over onto his stomach, Bill moves around the wall to stay in front of Hutch.

CM: What is he planning?

[align=center]6![/align]

JH: You already know

CM: I hop Hutch has something planned to end this match.

JH: Losing counts as something, correct?

[align=center]7![/align]

Hutch is ready to get up but is staying down, likely to rest.

[align=center]8!

9!
[/align]

Hutch pushes up to one knee, the crowd cheer wildly as they know what is coming.

JH: Can you feel it Chip? And Still International Championship

CM: Shit it.

Bill rushes charges in the cheers get louder, he's only a few steps away.

[align=center]CLIMATIC POP![/align]

Hutch only a split second away from receiving the Kuriyama Kick launches himself up, twisting on the way up, Hutch wraps his arm around Bill's head while in the air and brings him crashing down with a

CM: SLICE OF FRIED GOLD...AAAAHHHHHHH!

JH: Amazing, Hutch with his finisher from no where.

CM: He warned Bill about that, didn't warn the camera man though.

Bill bounces from the mat and flops over onto his back, he lies spread eagled, Mark Jackson is in shock but does his job, he checks on them both, they appear to be conscious, Mark starts a count.

[align=center]1![/align]

JH: Can this match end with a double T.K.O?

CM: Better question what happens if it does? Round two?

[align=center]2![/align]

JH: The title goes home

CM: *cutting Hitchen off* to Slam!

[align=center]3![/align]

JH: No, it goes home with Bill Kuriyama.

CM: Ah damn, get up Hutch!

[align=center]4![/align]

Both are on the move.

[align=center]5!

LETS GO BILL

6!

LETS GO HUTCH
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Hutch is up to a knee, he grabs Bill and gets up dragging him to his feet, Hutch sets up for a suplex and goes to lift but is it is blocked, Bill hooks Hutch's leg with his arm and fires back with a fisherman suplex. Bill and Hutch are each slow to get up after the suplex, but they are always moving so Jackson doesn't make a count. Bill grabs Hutch by the hair, raises his head up and delivers a forearm to the face, Hutch fires back with his own forearm, Bill and Hutch trade forearms back and forth

[align=center]BILL

HUTCH

BILL

HUTCH

BILL

HUTCH

BI-THUMB TO THE EYE
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Bill is about to deliver another forearm when Hutch pokes him in the eye, Hutch then spins and tries for the clothesline but as he spins Bill kicks him in the croof of the knee, Bill applies the chancery then the underhook and lifts Hutch into the air, there is no delay as Bill drops right back, delivering his signature reverse brainbuster

JH: BKPLEX OH FOUR!

It looks like Hutch is out he isn't moving, Bill gets up slowly as he watches, Mark Jackson check on Hutch, Jackson stays kneeling next to Hutch and starts a count.

[align=center]1!

2!
[/align]

JH: Hutch looks out cold.

CM: No he doesn't, he looks like he's taking a breather.

[align=center]3!

4!
[/align]

Bill stands up

[align=center]5![/align]

Bill moves towards Hutch: who is barely moving, and picks him up, seemingly having enough the counting and wanting to make sure Hutch is out. Bill sets up for another Bkplex but Hutch counters out before the chancery is fully applied, Hutch tries for the Slice of Fried Gold but Bill shoves him away before he can deliver it, Hutch stumbles, Bill turns him around, Hutch shoves Bill back and then goes low with a dropkick to the left leg. Bill rolls on the mat holding his leg in pain.

CM: Get on him, end it!

JH: Bill could be injured

CM: Good this wont take long then.

Hutch gets up mocking Bill's pain, Hutch looks at the crowd with a smile and then calls for Bill to get up, Hutch keeps on the move so he can hit his finisher as soon as Bill gets up, Bill gets to a knee, Hutch tries to stay out of sight, Bill gets to his feet and Hutch tries for a

CM: Slice of Fried

JH: *Cutting Chip off* GERMAN SUPLEXAAAAHH!

Hutch is countered as Bill quickly latches his arms around Hutch's waist and flings back with a German suplex the crowd that were on the edge of their seat for Hutch's finisher, pop big, Bill rolls and brings Hutch back up for the second German but Hutch blocks it, breaks the grip, he grabs the near arm, sweeps the leg and rolls to bring both himself and Bill to the mat, Hutch spins on the mat and applies the HUTCH CLUTCH

JH: Hutch counters into the Hutch Clutch!

CM: It's over. TAP! The gold is coming back to Slam. TAP! TAP!

Whether it be by Chip's influence or not a chant of “Tap” begins, it's a minor but loud group of people, some near the cage itself. Bill fights the hold he tries using his leg strength to force his way out but to no avail, he tries rolling it but Hutch has control, Hutch adds as much pressure as he can and gives a woo before joining in the chant of “Tap”

CM: TAP! He's tapping. TAP! Ring the bell. TAP!

JH: It aint over yet Chip, Bill hasn't given up.

CM: TAP! He will. TAP!

Bill screams through clinched teeth, he slams his head down on the mat and holds the back of it as screams into the match, Hutch releases some pressure then slowly forces it back on, Bill can not take it any longer he slaps his hand against the mat.

CM: He TAPPED!

Hutch keeps the hold on unable to hear the Bill's hand against the mat due to the crowd, Mark Jackson calls for the bell.

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

Hutch lets go of the hold and rolls away, he gets up, Mark Jackson goes to grab him but Hutch moves away towards Bill.

JH: What the hell is this?

CM: Something for everyone on Slam!

Hutch lifts Bill off the mat and shakes his hand.

CM: What the hell is that? Lay him out!

JH: Hutch said this was a professional matter and he just showed he can be a class act, which is a shock to the world.

Bill moves away from Hutch and toward the door.

CC: Here is your winner by way of submission... HUTCH!

Mark Jackson raises the hand of Hutch high in the air as a person rushes the championship in, he hands the belt to Mark Jackson, who in turn places it around Hutch's waist.

JH: Hutch has done it he has became Slam!’s first ever Grand Slam Champion.

CM: Not in my eyes, the Tactical Assault Championship was established before Hutch won the International, he’s got one more to go, ONE MORE! Now back to our regular colleges

JH: Thankfully.

Bill heads to the back as Hutch celebrates with the fans, Hutch looks extremely pleased having achieved this goal, he heads to the back not too long after Mark Jackson.

Deja Vu switches backstage, where we find ourselves in a dimly lit enviornment. Alls we can see is the bottom of a pair of black boots. But as we begin to pan upward, we see a larger looking man, his back to us. His hands are pressed against the wall, holding himself for support.

We're drawn closer to this man, then move left, getting a side shot of who this man is.

Jim O'Brien.

His face still bloodsoaked as we last saw it, his head is lowered. His eyes shut. He inhales... exhales... inhales... exhales... Then turns to face the camera, his eyes opening. His mouth opens and quietly speaks...


O'Brien: Hey, um... I'm not really in a mood for cameras or press or anything. So I would appreciate it if you would respect my privacy and leave me be.

But rather than exit, we begin to close up on Jim's face. After the side of Jim's face consumes our screens, we stop. Jim lowers his head shuts his eyes again. Thinking? Praying? God only knows.

Upon the shutting of Jim's eyes, a small bead of liquefied pain treads down the side of Jim's cheek. We then start to close in on Jim's tear until that tear is all we see.

For several seconds, this small droplet of water that contains so much emotion... so much distraught... so much hurt... so much pain... is our focus.

We then begin to back up, yet still focused on this discharge of suffering. Now finding ourselves in an entirely new setting, where light is appearant but most notably, we no longer find ourselves concentrated on the tear of Jim O'Brien. Rather, the aqueous agony of a young woman.

Kendra Norton.

Her upper body appearant now, her arms are crossed over her chest. She brings a finger up to wipe her tear away. But her attention is turned from herself as Onikage walks into the picture, standing before her.


Onikage: You did good, Kendra. I'm proud of you.

Kendra raises her head to face Onikage, taking a deep breath before she replies.

Kendra: I know... Sensei. I know.

Onikage: This is only the beginning for you, Kendra.

Onikage turns and exits from the picture, leaving Kendra to herself. She lowers her head once again... Thinking? Praying? God only knows.

KR: And now it is time for the big one as far as Slam! is concerned.

DV: We've seen Jack Manson and Matt Impact go at it before, they go at it here tonight with the World Title at stake.

CC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FIW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

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

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

Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the ground level walkway to jeers and negative chants from the crowd. Matt just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he points to the ropes of the ring and forces ring announcer Charles Cruz to open the ropes between the top and middle into the ring, and as he does so, Matt walks up the steel steps to get into the ring and with ease goes over the middle rope into the ring.

[align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away!
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice!
To change myself, I'd rather die!
Though they will not understand!
I will make the greatest sacrifice!
You can't predict where the outcome lies!
You'll never take me alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
[/align]
Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his scepter into his chest as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle. He does the exact same thing on the other two turnbuckles, before hoping to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way flicks his robe off of his body as it falls to the ring, and Impact comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the turnbuckles shoot up red and gold sparks, and once the pyros commence, the lights turn on as Matt grabs his dropped robe and hands it to a ring official along with his crown and scepter.

CC: Introducing first: He is the self-proclaimed KING OF SLAM!...MATT IMPACT!

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

[align=center]Can you feel that?

Oh, Shit…[/align]
Guitars kick in as the strobe lights get faster and smoke begins to fill the aisle and entrance. By now the crowd is fully aware of who is going to burst onto through the curtain and they begin to cheer. Suddenly, David Drainman screams and pyros explode all over the entrance and aisle.

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

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

Oah Oah

Oah Oah
[/align]
Manson then heads down the aisle as the lyrics to the song begin to play. He slaps his hand out at nearby fans as they lean over the guard railing trying to score a touch from the former general manager.

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

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

IN ME!!!!!!
[/align]
Explosions burst from all corners of the ring in a domino effect starting from the announce booth side and then cascading up the aisle and from left to right on the entrance. As the smoke clears the crowd chant loudly as Manson prepares for the match.

CC: And Introducing his opponent, the, FIW WORLD CHAMPION, JACK MANSON!!!

KR: And we're ready to go here.

CM: Make a pick at home, toss a coin if you have to!

The bell rings. Neither man makes a move, instead choosing to stare each other out. They walk ever so slowly towards each other, both men talking trash. Eventually they lock up, but both men shove each other off. Manson and Impact return to staring intently at each other. They circle each other without taking their eyes off each other. They lock up again and Impact locks in a side headlock, Manson shoots him off the ropes but Impact takes him down with a hard shoulder block.

KR: Big time shoulder block from Impact.

DV: Impact and Manson are very similar in size, weight and strength.

CM: That's what makes this match so interesting.

Impact gives a cocky look to the crowd but turns around into a right hand by Manson! Manson follows up with another, then another, backing Impact into the ropes. Impact retaliates with a kick to the gut and nails Manson with a stiff forearm smash, Manson tires to retaliate with a punch but Impact blocks it and nails Manson with a couple of swift uppercuts backing him into the corner. He whips Manson to the opposite corner and follows up with a clothesline. Impact grabs Manson and slams him to the mat.

DV: Impact in control, that's exactly where he wants to be.

CM: He'll stay in control for this entire match I am sure!

Impact stomps on the head of Manson and raises him up and hits him with a knife edge chop followed by a clubbing blow to the head. He whips Jack off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Manson ducks and comes off the ropes again but Impact quickly takes him down with a spear! Impact gloats to the crowd as Jack uses the ropes to pull himself up. Impact charges but Manson ducks and sends Impact flying to the outside with a back drop!

KR: So much for Impact having control throughout this match!

CM: The commentators curse strikes again.

Manson follows him to the outside. He waits for Matt to get to his feet and takes him down with a spear of his own! Jack rains down on matt with stiff right hands as the crowd roar their approval. Manson looks around and grabs a ringside cable, he wraps it around the neck of Impact choking him until the ref forces him to release the hold.

DV: Manson keeping that cable on Impact as long as he possibly can.

KR: Good strategy in my book!

Manson rolls Impact into the ring and follows him in. he whips him into the corner and follows up with a running elbow. Manson again hits impact with stiff shots, the ref admonishing him all the while. he grabs Matt by the head and rams him into the top turnbuckle. He looks around at the crowd and again rams Impacts head into the turnbuckle repeatedly as the crowd count along,

[align=center] 1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

7!

8!

9!

10! [/align]
Manson then nails Impact with stiff shoulders to the gut, he stomps away at Impact stomping him down. Manson then rains down on Impact with stiff closed fists. The ref warns him but Manson ignores him.

CM: Listen to the referee Jack! Listen to him!

Manson continues pounding and the ref begins to count, 1, 2,3, 4 , Manson just ignores the counts forcing the ref to attempt to pull him off Manson. Manson angrily shoves the ref off and continues pounding.

CM: Disqualify him!

DV: Um...Chip? That'll mean Impact doesn't win the title.

CM: Wait, no don't disqualify him!

Manson raises Impact up and whips him to the opposite corner. He charges but Impact takes him down with a desperation boot.

KR: Impact coming back strong, he wants to be the World Champion just as much as Jack Manson wants to retain I have to believe.

Impact mounts Manson and nails him with stiff punches followed by a choke. As the ref counts, Manson releases the choke and gets to his feet. He waits for Jack to get up before nailing him with a blistering chop to the chest! Impact rams Manson head first into the corner and stomps away at his mid section. he grabs Manson in a face lock and takes him down with a DDT. he makes a quick cover and the ref counts:

[align=center]1!

2!

No, Manson kicks out!
[/align]
Impact argues briefly with the ref before coming off the ropes and dropping a knee to the head of Manson. He grabs Manson’s head and drives his knee into the back, wrenching in a reverse chin lock. He doesn't get to hold it in long as Manson instinctively fights out. He gets to his feet and nails Impact with right hands. Impact quickly knee’s him in the gut and throws him through the middle rope to the outside.

DV: Impact slams that knee in and Jack Manson is out here on the outside once again.

KR: Don't get them anywhere near where we are!

Impact steps out onto the apron. he waits for Manson to get to his feet and jumps off delivering a clubbing blow to the back of Manson. Impact wraps both hands around the neck of Manson and squeezes tightly. He releases his grip and rolls Manson back into the ring. As Manson attempts to get to his feet, Impact nails him with a crushing kick to the ribs. He raises him up, grabs him in a face lock, and with all his strength lifts Manson up and crotches him on the top rope. He nails Manson with stiff shots to the face before slowly climbing up himself. Manson attempts to fight back but Impact silences him with a couple of quick head butts .He face locks Manson and slowly stands up on the top rope, in a great display of power he takes Manson over with a huge superplex sending both men crashing to the mat!

KR: SUPERPLEX!

KR: And a beauty!

Both men lay on the mat in agony as the crowd shout for Manson to get up. Incredibly it’s Impact who rolls over onto Manson and makes the cover, the ref counts:

[align=center]1!

2!

No, Manson gets his shoulder up!
[/align]
Frustrated, Impact again hooks the leg,

[align=center]1!

2!

Manson kicks out again!
[/align]
Impact raises Manson up, kicks him in the gut and follows up with stiff clubbing blows. Impact whips Manson to the corner and charges but is met with a boot to the face! Manson nails Impact with brutal right hands. He whips Impact off the ropes and takes him over with a big back body drop! Manson, with an intense look on his face waits for Impact to get to his feet, before taking him down with a stiff clothesline. Impact quickly gets to his feet but is taken down by another hard clothesline from Manson.

DV: Jack's building momentum!

KR: The tide of this match is turning!

Manson goes to whip Impact off the ropes but Impact reverses and goes for a clothesline of his own but Manson ducks, comes off the ropes and goes for a big diving clothesline but Impact drops down avoiding the contact sending Manson crashing to the canvas!

CM: Nobody at home!

Jack staggers to his feet, and Impact charges taking him back down with a vicious running knee. Impact motions for Manson to get up and grabs him. He lifts him up in preparation for the Impact Drop but no, Manson slips out and knees Impact in the gut and grabs him in a face lock, he goes to lift him for Pain but Manson quickly punches him in the gut causing him to release his grip. Impact goes for a powerbomb but Manson counters by back dropping Impact over the top rope to the outside.

KR: These two can't keep it in the ring!

DV: Must be the third or fourth time they've been out here.

Manson collapses to his knee and tries to catch a breath while Impact lays on the outside. The ref looks at Manson then at Impact and has no choice but to begin counting

[align=center]1!

2!

3!

4!

5!
[/align]
Impact begins to struggle to his feet.

[align=center]5!

6!
[/align]
Impact crawls up on the apron and re-enters the ring, but as he’s stepping between the ropes Manson charges at him, and delivers a stiff boot to the side of the head!

Impact falls to the canvas holding his head. Manson makes the cover:

[align=center]1!

2!

No! Impact gets his foot on the bottom rope!
[/align]
KR: Another near fall!

Both men slowly gets to there feet, Manson charges at Impact looking for another one of his hard clotheslines by Impact ducks and takes Manson down with a hard reverse DDT!

Impact makes the cover:

[align=center]1!

2!

No! Manson just gets his shoulder up!
[/align]
Impact gets up and Kicks Manson hard into the spine. He picks Manson up and drops him onto his knee with a backbreaker. As Manson holds his lower back, Impact drops a hard elbow right onto the area in question. He comes off the ropes and drops another hard elbow onto the back of Manson.

CM: Matt Impact has pegged Manson back now, he's in the driving seat!

KR: That's here he has to be!

Manson attempts to get up but Impact drops yet another hard elbow onto the back. The crowd sensing Manson’s distress begin to chant his name,

MANSON, MANSON, MANSON!

Impact sneers at the crowd, drops to his knees and delivers stiff fists to the head of Manson. Manson crawls to the ropes but Impact won’t let up, stomping him onto the bottom rope then using his foot to force Manson’s neck into the rope.

DV: That's a choke ref!

CM: The title is on the line here, he'll do whatever he has to win this match just like Toan earlier.

The ref attempts to stop this illegal choke but Impact ignores him, the ref counts, 1 , 2, 3, 4 Impact quickly takes his foot off Manson, but this is only to breaks the count as he quickly places his foot on the back of Manson’s head choking him again, to huge heat from the crowd. The ref again makes his count 1,2 ,3 ,4 Manson again releases the hold as the ref severely admonishes him.

KR: Referee Tommy Owens not putting up for any shit from either competitor.

DV: You've got to respect that from the Senior Official.

The crowd heat is at fever pitch now. They loudly chant

IMPACT SUCKS! IMPACT SUCKS! IMPACT SUCKS!

Impact just looks at the crowd and laughs, flexing his muscles to taunt the crowd further. He comes off the ropes towards Manson but Manson counters with a desperation clothesline taking both men off their feet!

KR: The crowd let Matt Impact know exactly how he feels about him.

DV: And so did Jack Manson with that clothesline!

The crowd pop huge as both men lay on the canvas exhausted. Neither man tries to get to their feet. The ref begins counting.

[align=center]1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!
[/align]
Both men struggle to their feet. They stagger towards each other and exchange hard right hands. Manson gets the advantage hitting Impact with one stiff shot after the other. He rears back and nails Impact with a big punch sending him down to a huge pop from the crowd. Impact gets up but Manson getting his second wind charges and takes him down with a shoulder tackle. He whips Impact off the ropes and takes him over with a power slam! He raises Impact up, goes behind him and takes him down with a back suplex.

KR: So many great Champions we've had here on Slam! including the likes of Ragin', Jack Manson, Brighty and Orion Oldriod.

CM: And Matt Impact!

KR: If you say so...

Manson looks at the roaring crowd and back down at the falling Impact, he comes of the ropes and leaps up looking to deliver a crushing elbow drop but No! Impact rolls out of the way avoiding the contact! Impact quickly lifts Manson up and drapes him over his shoulders, he spins around, taking Manson down with the Head on Collision!

CM: THERE IT IS!

DV: Impact hits his finisher!

Impact makes the cover,

[align=center]1!

2!

3...?

But No! Manson got his shoulder up!
[/align]

Impact can’t believe it, and stomps Manson repeatedly. Impact gets a crazed look on his face and climbs the ropes, looking for a possible moonsault!

KR: How did he kick out?!

DV: I have no idea!

But Manson gets to his feet and crotches Impact on the ropes! he climbs up behind him on the second rope, grabs impact and falls back taking him down with a super back suplex!

DV: Big time move!

Manson drapes his arm over Impact,

[align=center]1!

2!

NO! Impact kicks out!
[/align]

Manson can’t believe it and expresses his anger to the ref. He grabs Impact but Impact nails him with a quick low blow undetected by the referee!

KR: LOW BLOW!

CM: Owens didn't see it!

Impact hoists Manson onto his shoulders and delivers the Impact drop! Impact hooks the leg as the ref counts:

CM: Get that belt ready for Matt Impact! The King of Slam!

[align=center]1!



2!



3!


NO!! Impact breaks the cover himself!
[/align]

KR: What is he doing????

CM: Matt!? What was that?

Impact looks at the crowd laughing and picks Manson up, locking him in a face lock and hooking his leg in preparation for Manson’s own move Pain!!

DV: Oh he's rubbing it in!

KR: Talk about bad taste...

But suddenly Manson knees impact in the cut, grabs Impact, lifts him up and delivers his own Pain! The crowd go wild, and Manson makes the cover,

KR: It backfired!

[align=center]1!


2!


3!
[/align]

CC: Here is your winner and STILL FIW WORLD CHAMPION...JACK MANSON!

CM: I don't believe this!

KR: Impact's own ego just cost him!

Manson rolls out of the ring, he collects his title belt and raises it in the air to the delight of the fans! He walks around ringside slapping hands with the happy fans as the referee checks on Matt Impact. Impact is stirring and shoves the referee's hand away from him. He turns over onto his stomach to see Manson walking away from the ring with the belt in his hand.

DV: That image has got to kill Impact!

CM: You can bet that it strikes him in his very soul.

KR: And we're going to hand over for the final match at Déjà Vu to Thomas Moore and Jonathon Hitchen.
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JH: Ladies and gentleman, it's not time for the main-event of the night. The Dual Crown Championship is on the line in a… very emotional encounter.

TM: Emotional for Kennedy. With the way Swytch has been these past few months.

JH: Swytch has been showing signs of more instability as usual but Kennedy isn't without fault. We're gonna send it back to our colleague Toby Bostock who's going to give us an update on Swytch. Toby?

The cameras cuts backstage to find Toby standing alone in a TNT interviewing area. Which is basically a TNT backdrop in a random area. It gets the job done.

Toby: Thanks guys. There've been officials all day keeping an eye out for the champion and unfortunately there hasn't been any sights of Swytch as yet. And of course we all know Madison Lee's ruling that if Swytch doesn't show up--

Toby is abruptly cut off as Kennedy, grin on her face, steps into the shot and finishes his sentence for him.

Kennedy: Then I will be awarded what is so rightfully mine. The Dual. Crown. Championship.

Toby looks around uneasily, not at all prepared for an interview with the number one contender right now.

Toby: Kennedy. This is quite the surprise. Firstly, thank you for letting me interview you before such a big match.

Kennedy glares over at the incompetent interviewer.

Kennedy: Don't talk, Toby. It's much harder to ignore you when you do.

Toby: I'm sorry.

Kennedy returns her attention to the camera, her smile retaking shape.

Kennedy: Yes, people. The rumors are true. Your beloved Swytch has no-showed yet again due to the overwhelming fear of facing yours truly. And I can't say I'm surprised. I warned you all of this. But have no fear, New York City. Because I am here, and you will be graced with the presence of a goddess.

Kennedy smiles proudly into the lens as she turns to the side and walks off the camera, leaving Toby left alone to stare after her.

Toby: Um, that's the number one contender Kennedy and… back to you guys?

JH: Thanks, Toby. And there you have it. No one's spotted Swytch at all today but we know from experience you don't always have to see Swytch for him to be here.

TM: Don't give these people hopes! You're just gonna disappointment them more than Swytch already has. But now, let's just enjoy the goddess that is Kennedy!

The house lights cut out, images on the TNTtron flickering as broken guitar chords screech over the static-filled speakers. Soon after, the hard-hitting beats of Evanescence's "Lies" blares through the speakers, accompanied by images of the new Kennedy. Amy Lee's voice carries over the speakers as Kennedy makes her way out onto the stage, arm out-stretched to take in the adulation from her fans. However, the fans are anything but happy to see the number one contender. Kennedy rolls her eyes at their stupidity, setting off for the ring.

TM: Whoo! Here comes the three-time Lady of the Year! And guess what! It's da birthday girl!

JH: I can honestly say I'm speechless when it comes to this woman.

TM: Takes your breath away, doesn't she?

JH: For all the wrong reasons. I can't believe she tried to accuse Swytch of using his sister's death to gain sympathy! Repulsive!

TM: Yeah, what Swytch did was pretty repulsive.

She hops her rear onto the apron, turning onto her hands and knees to crawl underneath the bottom rope, casting a look back at those who don't have a shot with what they're looking at. She climbs to her feet, heading to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up for the photo op. Dropping back down to the canvas, she backs into one of the corners furthest from the entrance, awaiting her opponents.

JH: I don't know what was going through her head this past week when she visited Katrina's grave but I was sickened the minute I saw where she was.

TM: The girl can't pay her respects?!

JH: She showed no respect for anyone! Just like she never does!

TM: When you're that hot, it's respect enough.

JH: Oh okay. As long as she's dolled up like a slut, it doesn't matter?

TM: *gasp* She is anything but a slut!

Kennedy does a few last minute warm-ups as Michael Anderson takes center stage with his trusty microphone.

MA: The following contest is the Deja Vu MAIN-EVENT! It is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Dual Crown Championship! Introducing first; from Los Angeles, California; she is the number one contender… KEEENNNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!

The crowd respond with their normal boos and hatred for the California native. Kennedy glares out at them, mouthing off a few choice words that the microphone doesn't pick up. I wonder if it was profanity.

JH: The crowd is obviously not too enamored with Kennedy either.

TM: When has the crowd ever shown intelligence. Why start now?

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

JH: And here comes the champion! This is gonna be good.

TM: Kennedy's not scared!

MA: And the opponent! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds; from Odessa, Texas; he is the Dual Crown Champion…. SSSWWWYYYYYTTCCHHH!

[align=center]"Help me if you can
It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired
So could you please..."
[/align]

The crowd murmurs in anticipation but no one comes through the curtain right away. They continue to cheer anyways, hoping that they won't be disappointed as they gaze into the deep fog. But no sign of Swytch. Wait! Is that him? No.

TM: Ha! He didn't even have the guts to show up tonight!

JH: He's here!

TM: You've seen him?

JH: …no.


[align=center]Help me understand why
You've given in to all these
Reckless dark desires
[/align]

As the song continues to blare out over the speakers, the light come back on much to Kennedy's delight. A smile comes onto her face as she lets out a good a light, much to the crowd's dismay. Anderson glances around and shrugs before bringing the mic to his lips as the music dies out.

MA: Ladies and gentleman, as a result of a forfeit…

JH: Dammit!

MA: …your winner and NEW Dual Crown Champion… K--

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

JH: What? Is he here?!

TM: Not a chance!

[align=center]"Help me if you can
It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired
So could you please..."
[/align]

The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a figure appears in the entry way amidst the smoke and pulsing lights. The figure wades through the smoke and stops causing the crowd to cheer for the painted man before them...Swytch. The lights reflect off the Dual Crown belts, making them sparkle in the mass of light and smoke as Swytch's gaze is locked on one person-- Kennedy.

JH: He is here! And he's got his attention on one person!

TM: But the match is over! Michael Anderson--

JH: Didn't finish his announcement!

[align=center]Help me understand why
You've given in to all these
Reckless dark desires
[/align]

Staring out at Kennedy from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented snarl as Kennedy freaks out in the center of the ring, demanding Michael Anderson to finish his announcement. Swytch treads down the aisle and a few feet from the ring, he tosses the GHC and SoH belts into the ring for the referee to take care of. He breaks into a sprint that last couple of feet and slides under the bottom rope into the ring and makes a made dash for Kennedy as the fans cheer louder!

JH: Swytch full speed at Kennedy!

But Kennedy wisely ducks under the bottom rope and exits the ring in a hurry! But Swytch is right behind her! Kennedy shoves the photographers out of the way as she sprints around the ring, Swytch hot on her heels! She rolls back into the ring and gets to her feet just as Swytch dives in GETTING A BOOT UPSIDE HIS HEAD, officially starting the contest!

DING-DING!

TM: Haha! Oldest trick in the book and Swytch fell for it!

JH: Swytch is angry and I doubt he's thinking much beyond ripping Kennedy to pieces.

TM: Well right now he's getting all his pieces stomped on by Kennedy.

Kennedy continues the assault down on Swytch, stomping on his back, arms, neck, head, anything she can try and cause damage to in order to slow the crazed maniac down. But she fails miserably as Swytch seems unfazed by the majority of the blows and fights up, TACKLING KENNEDY DOWN IN THE PROCESS!

JH: Swytch takes Kennedy down! He's a man possessed tonight!

TM: Someone help Kennedy. HE CHOKING HER!

Both hands clamped around Kennedy's throat, Swytch is indeed choking the life out of Kennedy as she grasps at his hands, trying to relieve the pressure on her throat. Tony Clarke grabs onto Swytch's arms, tugging to break the illegal hold as the life is drained out of Kennedy! Tony Clarke succeeds, however, in ripping Swytch's hands off Kennedy's throat. And he isn't happy about it!

TM: Uh-oh. Big mistake Tony!

JH: He did the right thing but… I don't like the look in Swytch's eyes.

Swytch glares out at the ref, huffing out breath after breath as he backs TC into the turnbuckle. Swytch growls and makes a move that TC prepares for JUST AS KENNEDY LOW BLOWS SWYTCH! She promptly rolls him up in a schoolgirl!

JH: A low blow by Kennedy that goes undetected by the referee!

TM: He was asking for that.

Tony Clarke stops whimpering like a little schoolgirl long enough to notice the schoolgirl pin Kennedy has Swytch!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


Kick-out by Swytch!
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Kennedy scrambles back to her feet, anxious to beat Swytch there. Not a problem as Swytch is busy tending to his… err, tender area. Kennedy grabs him by the hair, driving a knee into his face before jumping backwards and sitting out, DRIVING HIS FACE INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN X-FACTOR FACEBUSTER!!

JH: Kennedy's got an extreme advantage now.

TM: She just evened the odds up. Swytch is a ruthless psycho and now he'll never reproduce. Thank goodness.

Happy to see Swytch down on the canvas, now holding his face in pain, Kennedy rises to her feet with a smirk on her face. The crowd boo as she raises a hand into the air to signal she's going up top… which she does. Exiting out to the apron and ascending to the turnbuckle, Kennedy calls for Swytch to stand.

JH: Kennedy's taking it up top now. This is what she's known for.

TM: Her amazing aerial ability is gonna own Swytch!

JH: You hate "flippy-floppy" moves.

TM: Not Kennedy's. She's like an angel when she flies.

Swytch gets to his feet, checking his sore nose and then giving the "boys" another check. He glances over his shoulder… and in a flash he's climbing the turnbuckle! Kennedy startles at his speed, nearly falling from her perch but Swytch is there to grab her arm and THROW HER DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!

JH: A top rope arm-drag from Swytch!

TM: How the hell did he get up there so fast?!

JH: Kennedy said Swytch wasn't as fast as her. She may be surprised to find that a false fact.

Kennedy climbs back to her feet, hand on her back as she turns to find Swytch barreling at her! Swytch spears her down to the canvas and floats over into a mounted position! He rears back a big right hand and CRACKS HIS KNUCKLES INTO THE CANVAS as Kennedy dodges a near face-pounding! Swytch howls in pain as he instinctively cradles his hand. Kennedy takes the opportunity to buck Swytch over her hand and onto his back!

JH: Lucky for Kennedy she avoided that right hand. Swytch isn't pulling any punches tonight.

TM: He gets off on pain. I hear it makes him hard.

JH: WHAT?!

TM: It makes him feel hard! Like a big, strong man. Geez, Hitchen! Stop being dirty!

Kennedy flips backwards, landing on Swytch in a mounted position. She's back to smiling as she hauls off and pastes a right hand against Swytch's face! Or, she would have, if Swytch didn't reach up and clamp a hand around her throat once again!

TM: That dirty bastard! He's trying to kill her!

JH: That appears to be his intent.

Swytch climbs to his feet, never releasing Kennedy's throat as he pulls her up. He backs her into the turnbuckle, all while TC is again trying to save Kennedy from suffocation! Swytch just hisses at him, causing TC to back off for fear of his own safety. In the distraction, Kennedy SLAPS the tattoo on Swytch's arm, causing the champ to rip his hand off her throat as he rubs grabs his arm.

JH: That was dirty!

TM: He's a schizo, she should use it!

With a small distraction, Kennedy gouges the eyes of Swytch! Using his temporary blindness, Kennedy grabs onto the ropes on either side of her, using them to dropkick Swytch in the chest and back him off of her! She quickly pulls herself up to the second turnbuckle and, without hesitation, FLIES OFF WITH A TORNADO DDT ON SWYTCH!!

TM: TATSUMKI DDT!! What is a Tatsumki, anyways?

JH: I believe it's Japanese for tornado.

TM: COVER!

Kennedy does go into the cover, hook Swytch's far leg and grapevining the other!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!



KICK-OUT BY SWYTCH!!
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JH: Another nearfall by Kennedy there. She's certainly doing well at taking advantage of the situation tonight.

TM: Kennedy doesn't need to take advantage of anything!

JH: Whether she needs to or not, she's using Swytch's emotions against him tonight.

Kennedy huffs a complaint but is well aware that she needs to stay on top of things unless she wants to be choked again. She drags Swytch up by the hair, kneeing him upside the head in the process. She grabs him in a headlock and calls for the end, much to the crowd's disapproval. She runs with Swytch, springing off the top rope and LANDING AT RINGSIDE AS SWYTCH COUNTERS THE BULLDOG!

JH: Swytch just threw Kennedy down at ringside!

TM: What kind of man does that?!

JH: A man possessed. That's who!

Swytch drops to a knee, shaking the ringing from his head before fighting back to both feet, growling down at Kennedy laid at ringside. Swytch ducks through the top and middle rope, finding Tony Clarke pulling him back inside and telling him to keep the fight in the ring. Swytch hisses at Tony and shoves him away, making his exit to ringside.

JH: Once again, Swytch puts his hands on Tony Clarke.

TM: He should be disqualified!

JH: It is grounds for disqualification but you gotta believe Tony Clarke is showing lenience tonight due to the situation surrounding this match.

TM: Pffft! It's not Kennedy's fault Swytch is a whiny attention whore.

JH: I strongly disagree with that.

Swytch lands at ringside, grabbing a handful of Kennedy's hair and dragging her into an upright position. He holds Kennedy's face inches from his own, growling lowly under his breath before THROWING HER BACK-FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!

JH: Oh my God! Swytch is looking to inflict pain on Kennedy. Opting to use the steel steps to his advantage.

TM: That's illegal!

JH: Technically, it's inverted.

TM: Tony Clarke's trying to count them out!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


Swytch glares out at Tony Clarke, possibly wondering why he is even bothering to try and make this a regular contest when defending his Dual Crown is the last thing on his mind.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!


Swytch marches over to Kennedy, grabbing her by the hair and SLAMMING THE BACK OF HER HEAD INTO THE STEEL STEPS! And he does it again! And again!

JH: Look at Swytch! He's just ramming the back of Kennedy's skull into that steel!

TM: That's not inverted at all! Why isn't Tony Clarke disqualifying him!

JH: Good question.

That's because Tony Clarke has decided to end his twenty count and exit to the outside, pulling at Swytch and demanding he stop his cranial assault on Kennedy! Swytch does indeed relent, marching off away from the scene as Tony Clarke checks on Kennedy's consciousness.

TM: About time! Show some authority, Clarke!

JH: Kennedy appears to be okay, despite Swytch's tactics. I don't know how coherent she's gonna be and what's Swytch doing over here?!

TM: He's got a steel chair!

Swytch snaps up a steel chair from ringside and makes his way back over to Kennedy and TC. Tony Clarke, ever the man he is, gets in between Swytch and Kennedy, threatening disqualification on Swytch. But again, Swytch grabs Tony by the collar and throws him down to the ground, causing him to go unconscious due to the weakened individual referees are.

TM: What is that?! Tony Clarke is letting Swytch get away with murder tonight! Literally!

Swytch rears back with the steel chair, aiming at Kennedy's head and CRACKS STEEL AGAINST STEEL AS KENNEDY DUCKS ASIDE! The steel chair clatters to the ringside mats as Swytch's hands throb from the impact! Kennedy leaps up onto the steel steps and jumps onto Swytch's shoulders, DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR WITH A HURRACANRANA!

JH: Thank goodness Kennedy was able to move. Swytch was looking to finish Kennedy for good with that chairshot!

TM: Yeah, but Kennedy is always one step ahead of Swytch! And even with the vicious tactics from Swytch, she was able to pull off an incredible HurraKennedy! That's my girl!

JH: She's not your girl and it looks like it took an effect on her.

Kennedy gets back to her feet, stumbling against the ring apron as she holds onto her head, shaking it clear. She moves back over to Swytch, kicking him in the ribs and backing him into the audience barricade. She grabs onto the barricade, using it to steady herself as she begins stomping a mudhole into Swytch!

JH: Kennedy's letting out all of her aggression here and now!

TM: And I, for one, am praising her courage to stand up to this monster!

JH: Kennedy's the reason Swytch is in this state!

TM: She didn't kill his sister!

Unfortunately for Kennedy, Tony Clarke has thankfully revived (he's like a cat!) and is there to pull Kennedy off the champion, commanding she take it back into the ring. Kennedy holds her hands up in surrender, until TC backs up and then sends a soccer kick into Swytch's face!

JH: That was dirty! He's already down! You drive his head into the mats at ringside and then stomped a hole into him!

TM: And Swytch rammed her head against the steel stairs before trying to smash her head with a steel chair! I think she's the lesser evil right now!

JH: That's a new place for Kennedy.

Kennedy rolls back into the ring as Tony Clarke admonishes her for her actions. Kennedy shrugs them off and tells Tony Clarke to start counting Swytch out. TC obliges, re-starting his twenty count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


TM: Wait a minute! Kennedy can't win on a count-out, can she?

JH: No, she can't. But it was Kennedy who told Tony to count.

TM: Maybe those special rules apply here as well.

Swytch stirs slightly at ringside, liking seeing double of everything as his glazed-over eyes start up into the bright lights, the fans smacking the barricade to try and revive him.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!


Swytch rolls from the barricade, getting on all fours before pushing himself up to his knees. He struggles to get back both feet, dropping back to one knee before making a move for the apron.

JH: I think Swytch has realized what's happening here!

TM: It's gonna be too late. He can barely stand!

JH: He doesn't need to stand to choke the life out of Kennedy!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!


Swytch swings a leg up onto the apron and GOES FLYING BACK INTO THE AUDIENCE BARRICADE AS KENNEDY NAILS HIM WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE!

JH: Come on! That wasn't fair!

TM: Obviously there are special rules otherwise Kennedy just cost herself the Dual Crown!

JH: Either that or she doesn't want to fight Swytch in this state of mind!

Tony Clarke admonishes Kennedy once more for her actions but Kennedy's smile says it all. She's enjoying herself now, regardless of any rules or honor. TC checks to make sure Swytch is still stirring and continues his count.

ELEVEN!

TWELVE!

THIRTEEN!


Swytch grits his teeth as he tries to claw his fingers into the mats, desperate to get a grip as he pushes himself back up. Swytch crawls over to the ring apron, grabbing it and using it to pull himself back up.

JH: Now keep her back this time, ref!

TM: Don't tell the Tony how to do his job!

But he listens to Hithcen, Tony Clarke commands Kennedy to stay back as he continues his count on Swytch, being prompted by Kennedy to go faster.

FOURTEEN!

FIFTEEN!

SIXTEEN!


And Swytch swings rolls himself back in under the bottom rope, breaking the count much to Kennedy's dismay and the crowd's excitement! But it's short-lived as Kennedy runs at him, dropping a leg across the back of his neck! She promptly backs off, stalking Swytch eagerly as he tries to struggle to his feet, hand on the back of his head.

JH: What is Kennedy gonna do here? Go for the Shining Wizard?

TM: It'd be smart. Finish him off!

Swytch uses the ropes to get back to his feet, squeezing the cords between his fingers as he grits his teeth in annoyance. He spins around and walks RIGHT INTO A ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM KENNEDY!

JH: Dammit! The JFK! Swytch can't seem to get his head back into this!

TM: Kennedy's is owning him! And soon she's gonna own the Dual Crown Championship!

Kennedy grabs Swytch by the leg and drags him away from the ropes before rolling into the cover, hooking Swytch's leg as she does!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!


NO! SWYTCH KICKS OUT!
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JH: YES!

TM: WHAT?!

Kennedy is stunned as the crowd explode for the kick-out from the champ! She
shakes her head, going into a lateral press, driving a forearm into Swytch's face as she hooks the leg tighter!


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!!



NOOO! SWYTCH KICKS OUT AGAIN!!
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TM: Impossible!

JH: Kennedy cannot believe it but Swytch has kicked out of the JFK!

She slams her hands on the canvas before getting back to her feet. She moves an appropriate distance from Swytch, slapping her knee and commanding the champ to his feet. He obliges, albeit very slowly.

JH: That look in Swytch's eyes is very unsettling.

TM: The lights are on but nobody's home!

Swytch climbs up to a knee and Kennedy's off! She springs off his knee--NO! Swytch growls out the minute Kennedy's within reach and TACKLES HER DOWN THE CANVAS WITH A SPEAR!!! Again, Swytch finds himself wrapping his hands around the throat of Kennedy, new life breathing throw him as he attempts to squeeze Kennedy's from her!

TM: This guy won't stay down! And he won't stop trying to kill Kennedy! Someone arrest this bastard!

JH: Swytch is once again choking Kennedy, blatantly!

Tony Clarke is right on Swytch, pulling at his arms as he attempts to save Kennedy from another choking. Swytch is oblivious to Clarke's existence as the muscles in his arms bulge from the pressure he's putting on Kennedy's throat! Clarke screams in Swytch's face as he attempts to count him out!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!


Swytch rips his hands off Kennedy's throat and is now very aware of Clarke's existence. One might say that's all he's aware of at the moment. Swytch is on his feet, glaring down at the referee as he backs the man into the turnbuckle, a low growl rumbling.

JH: Apparently anything Kennedy's done during this match hasn't deterred Swytch from his original goal here tonight.

TM: Yeah but Tony Clarke has been pissing Swytch off all night long. And now he might get it!

Swytch lunges at TC, squashing him in the turnbuckle as Kennedy hits a clothesline splash across the back of Swytch's neck! TC crumbles to the mat in the corner as Kennedy rubs her sore neck just long enough for Swytch to recover from the attack. But Kennedy grabs him around the throat and drops back, pulling her knees up into Swytch's back!

JH: Kennedy has once again taken advantage of the distraction! And now a backcracker to Swytch.

TM: This is what happens when you get so emotional in a match. Leaves you open for these kinds of attacks.

JH: Kennedy's just lucky Tony Clarke was able to get Swytch off her.

As Swytch rolls over onto his side, Kennedy steps into a soccer kick across his back! Swytch grunts in pain and gets onto his hands and knees, only to get a soccer kick into his ribs, sending him spiraling along the mat! He grits his teeth as he holds his ribs and pushes back up to his knees and one hand. But Kennedy is there again CRACKING Swytch in the face with a soccer kick, sending him sailing onto his back!

JH: Good God. Kennedy is keeping on Swytch with those vicious kicks. Basically punting Swytch in the face!

TM: The Seahawks could've used Kennedy last week, huh?

JH: No doubt.

Kennedy has a good chuckle now that she's breathing fine and Swytch is laid on the canvas, staring up the bright lights above the ring. She glances around and notices Tony Clarke laid out in the corner. She gets a twisted grin on her face before exiting in the ring and snatching up the steel chair from earlier.

JH: Hey, wait a minute now.

TM: Uh-oh. Poetic justice, this'll be!

JH: What are you talking about?

TM: Swytch tried to take Kennedy's head off with that chair, and now Kennedy's gonna show him how that cold, hard steel feels.

Kennedy slides the chair into the ring and follows inside as Swytch gets back up to his hands and knees, pushing himself up to one knee, only for Kennedy to take him back down with a low dropkick! She grabs the chair and sets it down in the center of the ring, calling for the end.

JH: What is she gonna do here?

TM: I dunno but it looks like the end.

JH: But for who?

Kennedy grabs Swytch by the hair and drags him up to his feet. Grabbing him in a front facelock, Kennedy drags him over to the chair. She swings her leg and-- Swytch twists out of the chancery and PULLS KENNEDY INTO A ROUNDHOUSE KICK that sends her crashing into the canvas!

JH: A short-arm roundhouse kick! Kennedy looks laid out!

TM: Where did he pull that from?! How did he pull that off!

Swytch stumbles backwards, holding onto the ropes as he shakes his head clear. When he finally focuses, his eyes settle on the steel chair laying in the ring as dark clouds roll into his eyes. Swytch steps over to the chair, staring down at it as the crowd go crazy for him to pick it up!

JH: Don't do it, Swytch! Just pin her and end it! Put this whole mess behind you!

TM: Yeah! Don't pick it up you sick freak!

Swytch's eyes travel over to Kennedy, still laid out from the roundhouse kick to the head, back to the steel chair. Swytch scoops it up to a loud pop from the New York crowd!

TM: This is so wrong! This match should've been over long before he got his hands on that chair!

JH: I tend to agree with you for once.

Kennedy slowly comes to, rolling over onto her side as she tries to determine what's going on. But that's not all. The referee with more lives than a cat revives once again as well, using the ropes to get to his feet as he notices Swytch holding the steel chair in his grasp. Swytch rears back with the chair and gets it plucked from his hands by Tony Clarke! Swytch spins around, growling at the gnat in his ear!

TM: Tony! Didn't you learn your lesson the first hundred times tonight?!

The two men get into a verbal war as Swytch screams in Tony Clarke's face, as the referee threatens to disqualify the champion if he persists. Yeah right. He would've done it by now, you'd think. Kennedy makes her way back to her feet and grabs Swytch by the arm, spinning him around and GETTING CLOCKED IN THE FACE WITH A RIGHT HAND BY THE CHAMP!

JH: Oh my God! That was a straight right hand that took Kennedy down!

TM: I can't believe he struck her?

JH: You can't?!

TM: Okay… maybe I can. But still!

Tony Clarke watches in awe at what Swytch just did. Swytch yanks the steel chair from the man's hand as Kennedy tries again to reclaim her feet. Clarke moves up on Swytch JUST AS HE SMASHES KENNEDY IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!

DING-DING-DING!!!

JH: OH MY GOD!

TM: He disqualified Swytch!

JH: Swytch just pancaked Kennedy with that steel chair!

MA: Here is your winner, via disqualification--

But Michael Anderson is cut off as Swytch tosses the chair aside and drops into a mounted position on Kennedy, striking with everything he has at the woman! The crowd is in complete awe as Swytch continues to take out all his anger on Kennedy as the bell rings continuously, as if Swytch will respond to it!

JH: Swytch is completely snapped here!

TM: Kennedy's bleeding!

JH: Is that from the chairshot or those right hands!

Tony Clarke grabs Swytch's arms and drags him off the challenger with all the strength he has! But Swytch easily breaks the hold, diving back onto Kennedy and continuing his assault as she attempts to recover, a glazed look in her eyes as blood runs from her nose, mouth and God knows where else.

JH: Someone get some help down here!

TM: This man really is a monster!

Officials flood the ring, everyone grabbing at Swytch and succeeding in dragging him off of Kennedy as EMTs rush down to ringside. They surround Kennedy as Swytch is held back by a wall of officials. The champion struggles with everyone, playing a little game of Red Rover with the officials as he tries to get at Kennedy, with no avail.

JH: I cannot believe the lengths Swytch went to tonight!

TM: He's a monster! Plain and simple, Kennedy was right!

JH: I thought this was about the Dual Crown Championship and while that was true on Kennedy's part, it was about a whole lot more for Swytch.

TM: Of course it is! Look at him! He wanted to kill Kennedy tonight! And that's not an exaggeration. That's been used as an exaggeration before but tonight is a different story!

Swytch's battle with the officials seems to cool down as Swytch catches a glimpse of his unconscious tormentor a bloody mess in the middle of the ring. The crimson liquid (possibly?) seems to calm the aggressive champion, just simply staring down at Kennedy's unmoving form, a curiously calm expression written on his white face while the black eyes seem to not even blink.

JH: Perhaps justice has been accomplished in Swytch's mind. Hopefully.

TM: Hopefully? You think this is justified?

JH: Well, no, I don't think this was justified. But hopefully Swytch feels it's over and this is truly over!

EMTs load Kennedy onto a gurney at ringside as Swytch continues to watch the scene unfold through the wall of officials. The crowd watches with an awed hush over them, wondering and waiting for what could possibly happen next. Security relaxes as Kennedy is wheeled backstage, the crowd giving her a generous reaction, Swytch still unmoving from his spot. Tony Clarke hands Swytch his Global Heavyweight and Spirit of Honor Championship, perhaps relieved to be done calling such a match.

JH: A nice positive reaction for Kennedy. She may have done some things that we can't condone but she endured hell tonight. And I can't say she deserved it all.

TM: She didn't deserve any of this! All she wanted was those titles! Everyone does! It's not a crime! Look what happened to her on her birthday of all days! Swytch is a monster! I can't say it enough!

Swytch pushes past the officials, rolling from the ring and taking off down the aisleway and SHOVING THE EMTS OUT OF THE WAY! He gazes down at Kennedy, simply staring at the unconscious woman laying on the stretcher. Security rushes after him, only for a hissing growl from the champ to frighten even a man with a gun!

JH: Swytch! Let it go!

TM: Hell yes! Let it go! You've got her wheeled out of here on a stretcher!

Swytch makes a dash for the security advancing on him, only for them to run like scared little girls to get as far away from the seething monster as possible. Swytch growls at any EMTs that might wanna be brave but they haven't moved from their grounded position since being pushed aside. Swytch storms back over to Kennedy, still staring down at her with an expressionless face.

TM: This security seriously needs to grow a pair and stop him!

JH: You wanna do it?!

TM: Hell no I'm not going near that crazy mofo!

Swytch grabs Kennedy off the stretcher and throws her over her shoulder before scooping up both his titles off the floor and walking off the down aisleway. Security, EMTs, the crowd, and everyone can only sit and watch as Swytch makes his way threw the curtain with Kennedy.

JH: What the hell?! Swytch just walked out of here with Kennedy!

TM: Someone stop him!

JH: That's all the time we have here tonight, ladies and gentleman--

TM: No! No! Someone stop Swytch!

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