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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; February 21, 2006 | |
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| Lita Maivia | Feb 22 2006, 03:16 AM Post #1 |
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Opening in Boston’s Fleet Center, the PA system kicks into life with Michael Jackson’s “Earth Song” as the arena lights turn to a pale shade of green. The fans remain relatively silent as a trio of people – two men and a woman - emerge from behind the curtain and quickly make their way along the catwalk, throwing daisies into the crowd, before climbing through the ropes into the ring. Michael: “The following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. Your referee for this contest is Logan Black.” Logan looks around at the crowd with a smirk, prompting a few light boos. Michael: “Introducing first, from the underground tunnels of the Brazilian rainforest, they weigh in at a combined three-hundred and ninety-seven pounds and are accompanied to the ring by the beautiful Fern. The team of Birch and Oak; THE ENVIRONMENTALISTS!!” With short, green hair and a pair of torn jean-shorts, Birch throws his arms up to the crowd in response to his name, whilst with dirty-blonde hair, a tye-dye shirt and green denim dungarees, Oak climbs onto the ropes and throws his arms out to the side, as the blonde Fern wearing a flower-pattern dress motions to both of her men. Miguel: “Welcome everyone to the February twenty-first edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown. Miguel Vargas and Dominic Stone at ringside for another unique match for the FIW Dark Match DVD..” Dominic: “Did I hear correctly in that we’ve got a couple of tree huggers in the ring named after trees? If it wasn’t for this chick in the dress, I’d probably be heading to the bathroom right now..” Miguel: “Oh, so now I have to sit here and watch you whack on off, amigo? Please, get that magazine you’re hiding and just go to the bathroom; deal with your business in private.” Dominic: “It can wait..” Suddenly, their music fades out and the PA roars into life with the FMW produced “LeatherFace Theme” and the sound of chainsaws begins whirring around the arena. Two large men wielding chainsaws charge out from behind the curtain and bound down the catwalk, waving their tools wildly around whilst laughing maniacally to themselves. Michael: “And the opponents, weighing a total combined five-hundred and eleven pounds, from Loggersville, the team of ‘Driftwood’ Travis Payne and ‘Timber’ Martin DeBourne; they are THE LUMBERJACKS!!” Upon hearing their names, Travis with a shaved head and wearing red flannel trunks and Martin with a blonde crew-cut and black tights both raise their chainsaws in the air, smacking them together in a sign of unity, before setting them down and climbing through the ropes into the ring. Logan Black quickly checks over all four men, then signals for the bell to get the contest officially under way. [align=center]=====[/align] As Birch and Oak help Fern out of the ring, Travis and Martin take advantage of the situation, striking both of the Environmentalists from behind with clubbing forearms to the back of their head, sending them sprawling into the ropes. Travis and Martin spin Birch and Oak around respectively and nail them with simultaneous right hands to the jaw, before grabbing their left wrists and executing stereo Irish whips. On the rebound, both men duck forward for back body drops, only for both of the Environmentalists to telegraph the move and kick their opponents in the face. As Travis staggers backward in a slight daze, Birch jumps up and scores with a dropkick to the face, sending ‘Driftwood’ sprawling through the ropes to ringside, whilst Oak catches Martin with a drop toe hold, leaving him face-down on the canvas. The two smaller opponents quickly converse with eachother, before Oak backs himself into the ropes and rebounds, allowing Birch to execute a back body drop, resulting in Oak hitting a somersault senton splash across Martin’s back, before rolling him over and making a pin attempt. [align=center]ONE T- KICKOUT![/align] Miguel: “Only a one count off the senton bomb for the Environmentalists. And I apologise now if we fall silent when trying to call this match, because these kids are just so quick..” Dominic: “I blinked and.. missed things..” Miguel: “Trust me, Dom, I saw these guys go at an FIW training camp a couple of weeks back and they’re like lightning. And it’s exactly what they need to be against these giant Lumberjacks..” As Travis pulls himself onto the ring apron and Birch heads to his corner, Oak tries to lift Martin to his feet, only to get shoved away, sending the Environmentalist staggering backward into the ropes. Oak uses the momentum to rebound off the ropes, but Martin quickly lifts him off of the canvas in preparation for a sidewalk slam, only for Oak to flip through and land safely on his feet behind his opponent, before executing a double leg trip and diving forward to the canvas, hooking Martin in a side headlock. Using his power to his advantage, Martin quickly battles back to his feet in the hold and lifts Oak off the canvas as if attempting a belly-to-back suplex, only for Oak to flip through and land on his feet again. In the confusion, Martin turns around and watches as Oak charges past him and swings between the top and middle ropes, catching him in the lower back with a double shin shot. Miguel: “Modified version of that infamous six-one-nine!” As Martin stumbles holding his lower back in pain, Oak slingshots himself onto the top rope and springboards forward with a crossbody to Martin’s back, causing him to sprawl face down on the canvas. Rather than follow with the pin, Oak floats over into a front facelock and reaches out with his left leg, allowing Birch to tag himself into the match. Birch quickly climbs up the ropes as if they were a ladder, then climbs back down into the ring and delivers a vicious stomp to the back of Martin’s head as Oak releases the hold and returns to his corner, as per the instructions of referee Logan Black. Birch quickly pulls Martin up to his feet and forces him into a standing headscissor, then attempts to gutwrench his opponent up from the canvas, only for Martin to overpower his smaller opponent and throw Birch over his shoulder for a back body drop, which the Environmentalist manages to counter into a sunset flip. [align=center]ONE TWO T- KICKOUT!![/align] Dominic: “A two count off that flip pin? How are these two little gypsies beating up this big guy that looks like he eats trees for breakfast..” Miguel: “Their speed is a huge advantage. I’m surprised you don’t know these things from all of your in-ring ‘experience’..” Dominic: “Please, I know a whole ton of things. I just don’t want to make you look stupid..” Birch quickly gets to his feet and tries to pull Martin up, only for ‘Timber’ to grab him by the throat with his right hand and begin choking the Environmentalist on the spot. Martin places his left hand on Birch’s back and lifts him from the canvas, only for Birch to twist his body around and hook ‘Timber’ in a wheelbarrow bodyscissor, then reach back and hook Martin’s left arm, executing an arm drag and sending the Lumberjack rolling across the ring. Martin quickly pulls himself up in the neutral corner and turns around as Birch charges across the ring, before jumping into the air and flattening Martin in the corner with a body press. As Martin staggers out of the corner, Birch grabs his left wrist and looks to shoot him across the ring to the opposite corner, only for ‘Timber’ to counter the move and send Birch crashing into the turnbuckles. Dominic: “Damn, that’s a lot of power behind that whip!” Martin takes a second to get his bearings, then charges the corner, only for Birch to duck out of the way, causing Martin to crash chest-first into the turnbuckles. As Birch staggers away to catch his breathe, Travis charges along the apron and levels Birch with a brutal clothesline, knocking him to the mat. Ignoring Logan’s orders, Travis quickly reaches over the ropes and grabs ahold of Martin, leading him toward the team corner, before tagging himself into the action. Miguel: “Smart move on the part of Travis, saving his partner and tagging himself into the match to get the job done..” Dominic: “Yeah, perhaps this guy will do better against the gypsies..” With Fern slapping her hands on the ring apron in support of her man, Travis pulls Birch to his feet and connects with a swift headbutt, leaving the Environmentalist dazed against the ropes. Travis blasts Birch in the chest with a brutal knife edge chop, then hooks his left arm and leads him away from the ropes, before executing a hiptoss into the centre of the ring. Travis then runs himself into the ropes and rebounds with a jumping leg drop across the Environmentalist’s throat, before making a lateral press for the pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO KICKOUT!![/align] Miguel: “Two count off the leg drop. Say, do you think that if Travis cupped his hand to his ear before hitting the move, he’d have got the three count?” Dominic: “Nah. He needs the fake hip as well to make it more effective..” Not wanting to waste time, Travis quickly gets to his feet and pulls Birch up by his hair, then launches him over the top rope, sending Birch crashing down onto the catwalk. Travis quickly climbs through the ropes out to the catwalk and pulls Birch up to his feet, then forces him into a standing headscissor and attempts to gutwrench the Environmentalist up onto his shoulders, only for Oak to begin clubbing him across the back with a flurry of desperation forearms. Seemingly immune to the shots, Travis releases the hold on Birch and turns his attention to Oak, stunning the smaller opponent with a brutal headbutt. With Oak dazed, Travis hooks his left arm and executes a hiptoss from the catwalk, sending the Environmentalist crashing down on the ringside mats in a heap. Miguel: “¡Ah mi dios!” Dominic: “Yikes! That Lumberjacker just threw the blonde-haired tree hugger from the catwalk!” Seemingly uninterested in the incident, referee Logan Black calls for the two legal men to get back into the ring, whilst Fern quickly runs around the ring to check on her fallen comrade. As ‘Driftwood’ turns and begins yelling to Martin about the move, Birch quickly crawls between Travis’ legs and under the bottom rope into the ring, then jumps to his feet and executes a back flip, nailing Travis in the top of the head with a moonsault kick, leaving him dazed and slumped against the ropes. Dominic: “Some kind of a moonsault that looked botched..” Miguel: “It’s meant to look like that, idiota. It’s a moonsault kick, or as they’re calling it in Orlando at the moment, the Pelé Kick..” Dominic: “Whatever. And what is this idiota thing you speak of? I don’t get your foreign jargon..” Birch quickly gets back to his feet and turns around to charge across the ring, barely managing to duck under a huge clothesline attempt from Martin, before running himself into the far ropes. On the rebound, Birch throws his legs forward and wraps them around Martin’s head, before flipping through and executing a headscissor takedown, causing Martin to stagger forward and collide with his partner, sending Travis staggering backward up the catwalk, before falling to his backside. Now in more of a daze, Martin stumbles around in a half-circle, allowing Birch to jump up onto his shoulders and snap him over with a hurracanrana. Miguel: “Huge hurracanrana! This could be it!” Birch reaches back and manages to hook both of Martin’s legs, stacking his weight up for the pin attempt as some of the excited members of the crowd begin counting to three. However, Logan Black begins shaking his head and pointing up the catwalk toward Travis, insisting that Martin is not the legal man at this time, prompting the Environmentalist to back the referee into the corner and protest the call. Dominic: “Ha, that’s awesome! Logan has just set that kid straight..” Miguel: “Logan is actually doing his job right for once and it couldn’t really have come at a worse time for the Environmentalists. Birch is practically doing this by himself now..” Dominic: “Serves him right..” As Birch turns away from Logan, Martin quickly scrambles to his feet and throttles the Environmentalist by the throat, then hoists him into the air and drives Birch down to the canvas with a devastating chokeslam. With Birch out cold in the middle of the ring, Travis quickly makes his way back down the catwalk and heads to the corner, then pulls himself up onto the top turnbuckle pad and dives off to connect with a brutal elbow drop to Birch’s chest, before hooking the leg for a pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THREE![/align] The crowd applaud lightly for the contest as the PA hits for a second time with “LeatherFace Theme”. Michael: “Your winners, by pinfall, THE LUMBERJACKS!!” Travis gets back to his feet and high fives his partner, before the duo allows Logan Black to raise their arms in victory. As Martin collects their chainsaws, Travis looks down at Birch and begins dusting his hands off, before spitting on the fallen Environmentalist. Miguel: “¡Maldiga! There’s no need for that!” Dominic: “Sure there is. Travis just flattened Birch with that elbow drop and now he’s spitting on him. Best of all, there’s nothing that that tree-hugging gypsy can do about it!” Miguel: “Yes, it was an impressive elbow, but I think it was the chokeslam that did the most damage..” With the match over, Fern carefully slides into the ring and begins checking on Birch, drawing the attention of both Lumberjacks. Much to the disgust of those in attendance, Martin grabs a handful of Fern’s hair and pulls her close, only for Fern to slap him across the face. Miguel: “Good on you, girl! Don’t take that crap!” Looking extremely angry, Martin throttles Fern by the throat with his right hand and prepares the valet for a chokeslam. Suddenly, the crowd actually begin cheering as Oak pulls himself into the ring with a steel chair in hand, staring intently at both members of the Lumberjacks, then slowly gets to his feet behind the two men. Travis turns around in confusion and before he can react, Oak wraps the steel chair around head, causing Travis to slump to the canvas in a heap. Miguel: “¡Mi Dios! ¡Qué un disparo de silla!” Realising the situation, Martin pushes Fern to the mat and swings blindly for Oak’s head with his right fist, only for the Environmentalist to duck under the shot and jab the tip of the chair into the Lumberjack’s midsection, forcing him to drop the weapon and double up in pain. Not wanting to miss the opportunity for revenge, Oak raises the steel chair above his head and brings it down across Martin’s back, causing him to drop face-down on the canvas. Dominic: “That tree-hugger sure can pack a punch when he’s got a chair in his hand. He’s a sore loser..” Miguel: “Whatever he is, well, Oak pretty much won the war here tonight. The Lumberjacks may have gotten the ‘W’ in the record books, but it’s The Environmentalists that left their mark in this match. It’s not something I particularly agree with though..” Dominic: “You never agree with anything good. You’re a wuss!” Miguel: “A wuss? What ar-” Dominic: “A wussy, comprende?” With the crowd applauding and cheering lightly lightly, the PA hits with “Earth Song” as Oak checks on Fern, then helps Birch to his feet. The trio look out at the crowd and Oak gives the fans a salute, then turns his attention to helping his battered partner out of the ring as we fade. We open back at ringside in the Fleet Center to find Michael Anderson in the middle of the ring, along with referee Richard Kelly. Michael: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Your referee for the match; Richard Kelly.” Several of the girls in attendance begin screaming at Richard, as the PA system kicks into life with “Soul Of A Champion” and a large man in green trunks emerges from behind the curtain, stepping out onto the stage. Standing at the edge of the stage, he raises his right above his head, then makes his way down the catwalk toward the ring. Michael: “First, weighing two hundred and forty-three pounds, standing in at exactly six-feet tall and coming to us from Reading, England. He is ‘The Fearless Wrestling Machine’, JON TALOS!!” Jon jogs down the last few feet of the ramp and climbs through the ropes into the ring, then charges across the ring into the opposite ropes and rebounds with a slow jog, before raising his right arm in the air and slumping back against the ropes, whilst waiting on his opponent. Miguel: “Wow, how about this? Jon Talos here in FIW working a dark match. He’s a well respected individual in England and had an extremely bloody war with the man that trained James Barrett, Maxx Anderson..” Dominic: “Any relation to Michael Anderson, our ring announcer?” Miguel: “No, none whatsoever. But still, the last I heard of Jon Talos was that he retired a couple of years back at the age of thirty-seven, so by my guess, he’s either thirty-eight or thirty-nine. Maybe even forty..” Dominic: “Great, so he’s come here to die? Lousy Brits can’t even die in their own country anymore. Just like all the old people invading Florida..” The PA kicks into life with the opening strains of "Layla" by Eric Clapton and James Barrett saunters through the curtain into the arena, receiving a small chorus of boos. Standing atop the stage, James looks out at the fans with a smirk on his face and flicks his head from side to side, then makes his way down the catwalk for the ring, pointing and shouting at the fans who show their distain for him. Michael: “And, weighing in at two-hundred and forty-seven pounds, at a height of six-feet and three inches, and hailing from Earl’s Court, London, England. He is ‘The Gentleman’, JAMES BARRETT!!” Upon reaching the apron, James wipes his boots on the apron and motions for the referee to hold the ropes apart, before stepping into the ring. James gives a sarcastic wave to the booing fans and runs to the far side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes into a slow jog, before backing up and stretching as he stares across at Jon with a smirk on his face. Miguel: “James Barrett looks extremely confident and comfortable in that ring right now as he gets ready to make his in-ring debut for FIW..” Dominic: “Both of these guys are making their debuts.” Now that both men are in the ring, Richard quickly checks them over for any foreign objects, then signals for the bell to get the match started. [align=center]=====[/align] With the match officially under way, the two men edge toward the centre of the ring and James extends his hand for a handshake, which Jon promptly accepts, before the duo back away from one another and begin circling around the ring. Miguel: “A nice sign of respect between these two British-born grapplers - James Barrett wearing the red tights and Jon Talos in the green trunks. Should be an interesting contest..” Dominic: “With a handshake? This is going to be as boring as a night in with you..” The two men slowly make their way toward one another and look to engage in a collar-elbow tie-up, but at the last second, James rolls forward and pulls out Jon’s left leg, sending him sprawling to the canvas for an ankle pick takedown. James quickly gets to his feet and applies an anklelock, using the hold to roll Jon onto his back, before pushing up on his left leg, causing Jon to roll head-over-heels and back to his feet. Before Jon can react, James rocks him with a brutal European uppercut to the jaw that sends Jon staggering backward into the ropes, before stumbling forward in a daze, allowing James to clamp on a side headlock. Jon quickly nails James with an elbow to the mid-section and backs him into the ropes, then looks to shove ‘The Gentleman’ forward into the ropes, only for James to drop to one knee and smash Jon in the forehead with a closed fist. Miguel: “Illegal closed fist.. so much for the respect, I guess..” Dominic: “Cheating is an integral part of life. Someone has to do it..” Ignoring Richard Kelly’s interrogation into the closed fist, James reaches around and hooks Jon’s left arm, before going behind to a hammerlock. James quickly extends Jon’s left arm and ducks forward it to go in front of his opponent, then grabs the right wrist and releases the left, before wrenching the right arm around and pulling Jon back into a side headlock. James quickly spins around and switches to Jon’s left side for a headlock with his right arm, then reaches back and hooks Jon’s left arm, wrenching it around into a wristlock. Keeping the arm out-stretched with his right hand, James ducks under the arm to go behind and uses his free arm to apply a hangman’s noose on Jon, before releasing the left wrist dropping to his knees for a modified neckbreaker. James manages to maintain the hangman’s noose and quickly spins around on the spot, forcing Jon to turn around and get himself trapped in a front facelock, before hooking both of Jon’s arms to twist him into a backslide cradle and dropping to his knees, pinning his opponent to the mat. [align=center]ONE TW- KICKOUT!![/align] Miguel: “Only a one off the backslide, and a very unique way to even go about getting that backslide..” Dominic: “I tell you, this is just the tip of the iceberg..” The two men quickly get back to their feet and James hooks Jon’s head, snapping him down to the canvas with a side headlock takedown and continues to apply the hold, only for Jon to wrap his legs around James’ neck, trapping him in a grounded headscissor. As Jon slaps his right thigh to temporarily increase the pressure of the hold, James quickly rolls onto his knees in the headscissor and lifts himself up onto his feet, then begins jumping up from the mat and manages to push himself into a handstand, before falling forward onto Jon’s chest for a jackknife bridge. [align=center] ONE TWO[/align] Using all of his strength, Jon manages to break the pinning predicament by lifting James’ weight on his stomach and bridge up from the canvas, before using the waistlock hold to quickly spin around on the spot and force James into a standing headscissor. Jon looks to gutwrench James up from the canvas for a piledriver, but James manages to block the move and breaks free from the headscissor by wrenching Jon’s left arm around into a wristlock. Before James can follow up, Jon rolls through the hold and kips up to his feet, before wrenching James’ left arm around and pulling him into a side headlock of his own. Dominic: “See? All that nonsense for a headlock..” Battling the side headlock, James quickly backs himself into the ropes and uses the momentum to shove Jon forward into the opposite set of ropes, then catches Jon with a reverse elbow to the chest on the rebound, sending him sprawling to the canvas. As Jon quickly scrambles back to his feet, James scoops him up into the air, before throwing Jon down hard onto the mat for a brutal body slam. Rather than follow up with a pin attempt, James leans forward and pulls both of Jon’s legs up, hooking them by the back of the thighs and rolling Jon into a wheelbarrow hold, before lifting him from the canvas as if going for a wheelbarrow suplex, only to set Jon back on his feet and trap him in a full nelson. James quickly switches to a half nelson and spins Jon around into a front facelock, then throws his right arm across his shoulder and executes a vertical suplex into the centre of the ring, before rolling through to a mount position and using the facelock to trap Jon in a front choke sleeper. Miguel: “Front choke expertly applied by James Barrett, using that suplex to set the move up. Very crisp in-ring skills being displayed by both men..” Dominic: “Especially by James though. He’s whooping butt in there!” With the hold still intact, James gets to his feet and pulls Jon up in the front facelock, then hooks his left and snaps backward, driving Jon into the mat with a Fisherman suplex. Instead of bridging for the pin, James opts to roll through to a mount position and gets to his feet, still holding onto Jon’s left leg, then drops forward onto Jon’s chest and hooks his head, looking as though he has just hit a Samoan drop. Holding onto Jon’s head and left leg, James pushes his feet against the canvas and barely manages to roll head-over-heels onto his stomach, with Jon’s weight on his back, then battles to his feet and keeps Jon across his shoulders for a standing fireman’s carry. Dominic: “Wow, what strength!” Before Jon can react, James suddenly flips forward and crashes hard on the canvas for a rolling fireman’s carry, then uses the momentum to roll through to his feet and looks around with a smirk on his face. Ignoring his opponent, James heads to the ropes and extends his arms out to the side, then takes a mocking bow, drawing boos from the fans in attendance. Miguel: “What is he playing at? James Barrett just hit an absolutely killer combination of moves in succession and rather than go for the pin, he opts to taunt the fans here in the Fleet Center..” Dominic: “It was extremely impressive; he deserves a couple of minutes to pose for the fans..” Miguel: “Not in the middle of the match, though. And especially not when someone like Jon Talos, a twenty-year veteran of British wrestling, is your opponent..” With a big grin on his face, James turns his attention back to his opponent and looks to pull Jon up from the canvas, only for Jon to hook his head and pull him into a small package, pinning James’ shoulders to the mat. [align=center]ONE TWO THREE NO!! KICKOUT!![/align] The two men quickly rush back to their feet and Jon looks to take advantage of the situation, only for James to lunge forward and level him with a brutal clothesline. Dominic: “Did you see that clothesline!? It nearly decapitated Jon Talos!” Miguel: “I saw it. But did you see Jon practically win the match with the inside cradle? That must’ve been the closest three count I’ve ever seen in my life. Barrett got that shoulder up with barely a millisecond to spare..” James quickly shakes off the shock pin attempt and pulls Jon up to his knees, then places his right shin against the side of Jon’s head and pushes his leg down, causing the laces to rake at Jon’s left eye. As Jon tries to cover his eye up, James lifts him to his feet and applies a three-quarter facelock, before executing a snapmare and leaving Jon seated on the canvas in the centre of the ring. James drops to one knee and drives the other knee into the back of Jon’s neck, then hooks his hands under Jon’s chin to apply a reverse chin lock, prompting Richard Kelly to check on Jon’s condition. As Jon looks to lift himself off the canvas in a bid to counter the move, James releases the hold and gets to his feet, only to drive his knee into Jon’s neck a second time, and then flip forward over his opponent, snapping Jon’s head forward with a neck whip. As James uses the momentum to roll to his feet and runs himself into the ropes, Jon battles to up to one foot whilst holding the back of his neck, only for James to rebound and hit him in the side of the head with a running knee lift, before dropping to the canvas and making a cover for the pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THR- NO!![/align] Miguel: “Two and a half! That was one Hell of a knee lift that Jon just took..” Dominic: “He shouldn’t be kicking out of things like that. James has been beating the tar out of this guy; he ought to just give it up before he loses his motor skills..” Rather than get back to his feet, James wraps his right hand around Jon’s throat and begins choking him against the canvas, forcing Richard Kelly to intervene with a five count. James breaks the hold and quickly gets to his feet, then pulls Jon up and rocks him with a brutal forearm to the jaw, causing Jon to stagger away in a slight daze. With Jon dazed, James hooks him from behind for a belly-to-back suplex, only for Jon to roll through the move and land on his feet, then duck forward and lift James onto his shoulders, then fall backward to the canvas for an electric chair suplex, leaving both men down and out as the referee starts counting for a double knockout. [align=center]ONE -- TWO[/align] Miguel: “Jon Talos may have just swung the momentum of this match into his favour with that fall-back bomb move..” Dominic: “That’s if he can get back to his feet before the count of ten..” Miguel: “Good point, Dominic. Jon has taken a lot of punishment and James just didn’t expect that. We could have ourselves a no contest from a double knockout!” [align=center]THREE -- FOUR[/align] The crowd begin clapping their hands, trying to get behind both men and force them back to their feet so that they can finish the match. [align=center]FIVE -- SIX[/align] Slowly, the two men begin crawling around on the canvas, desperately trying to push themselves to their feet. As Jon pulls himself to the ropes, James manages to get to his feet and staggers around, trying to find his opponent. Dominic: “They’re back up! Jon should’ve stayed down, though..” As Jon stumbles toward the centre of the ring, James runs himself into the far ropes and rebounds looking for a big haymaker, only for Jon to block the shot, then lift James off the canvas and drop him across his out-stretched knee for an inverted atomic drop, causing James to sprawl backward into the corner. Jon quickly finds his bearings and charges at the corner, crushing James with an avalanching clothesline, then quickly hooks in a headlock and leads ‘The Gentleman’ across the ring to the opposite corner, slamming him face-first into the top turnbuckle pad. As James turns around and slumps against the turnbuckles, Jon nails him with a brutal forearm to the jaw and follows with a blistering knife edge chop, then hits a second forearm and a second chop, before hitting a third forearm and finishing with a third chop to the chest, leaving James dazed. James slowly staggers out of the corner and looks to slump into his opponent, only for Jon to nail a bionic elbow to the top of his head, sending James sprawling back into the turnbuckles. Dominic: “Bionic Elbow!? Who does he think he is..” Miguel: “I don’t think it matters. What’s important is that Jon Talos is on the offensive with chops, forearms and elbows!” With James dazed, Jon hits another blistering knife edge chop, then hooks James’ arm and leads him out of the corner, before lifting him up with a side gutwrench and dropping him across his out-stretched knee for a backbreaker. Jon stumbles back to his feet and swings his left arm around, before falling to the canvas and hitting an elbow drop, straight into the pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THRE- KICKOUT!![/align] Dominic: “Ha.. only a two count!” Miguel: “Jon Talos hits a backbreaker and follows it with a big elbow drop, but like you said Dominic, it only got a two count. Jon needs to keep this offence up, though..” Jon slowly gets to his feet and he looks to Richard Kelly, waving three things at the referee, then pulls James up from the canvas, only for ‘The Gentleman’ to jam his thumb into Jon’s left eye. With Jon dazed, James backs himself into the ropes and rebounds looking for a clothesline, only for Jon to surprise him and execute a hiptoss into the centre of the ring. As James stumbles back to his feet, Jon spins around on the spot and attempts a discus clothesline, only for James to duck under and go behind to a reverse waistlock. James tries desperately to throw Jon overhead, but gets caught with a pair of reverse elbows to the face and Jon executes a standing switch, only for James to follow him around and stay behind, before reaching between Jon’s legs and pulling him to the canvas for a school boy cradle, holding the trunks for extra leverage. [align=center]ONE TWO THREE![/align] As the PA suddenly hits with “Layla”, the crowd begin booing and James gets to his feet, dusting himself down, before mockingly waving to the fans in attendance. Michael: “Your winner, by pinfall, ‘The Gentleman’ JAMES BARRETT!!” Richard tries to raise James’ arm in victory, only for ‘The Gentleman’ to pull away and continue mocking the crowd by waving, before bowing to a chorus of boos. Miguel: “An impressive outing and debut for James Barrett, ruined only by his method of winning the match. There was no need for that sort of thing..” Dominic: “Obviously there was, because it won him the match..” Miguel: “But still, James calls himself a gentleman, yet used the tights to get himself extra leverage on the pin and stole the victory.” James turns his attention away from the crowd to Jon as he stumbles back to his feet, then walks up to James and begins shouting at him, only for James to shrug and walk past Jon toward the ropes, before climbing out of the ring and stepping onto the catwalk. As James saunters up the catwalk with his arms in the air, Jon turns to Richard and argues the decision, only for the referee to point to his eyes and shrug, insisting that he never saw anything. Miguel: “Jon got screwed.. big time..” Dominic: “Ah well. It doesn’t matter really, seeing as he isn’t contracted and won’t be hanging around..” |
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| Lita Maivia | Feb 22 2006, 03:20 AM Post #2 |
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align] The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Ragin', and Jim O'Brien all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates! [align=center]Wake Up![/align] Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly. [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Swytch yanks the steel chair from the referee's hands as Kennedy tries again to reclaim her feet. Tony Clarke moves up on Swytch JUST AS HE BLASTS KENNEDY IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, *Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…[/align] Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table, Here ya go create another fable![/align] The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!! [align=center]You wanted to! Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! [align=center]You wanted to! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Graver moves toward April and plunks her on the top rope in a sitting position before he himself climbs to the second rope, standing her up and grabbing her around the neck. Unfortunately, this “Big BAM!” never happens, as April shoves Graver off and he stumbles to the mat. He turns around, pissed-off, but it doesn’t last as April CAREENS off the top rope and DRIVES HIS FACE INTO THE MAT WITH A BULLDOG!! [align=center]You wanted to! Why dya leave the keys upon the table?[/align] Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!! [align=center]You wanted to![/align] The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown. [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] Alex spins him around, boots Loon in the midsection and DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING KI-KRUSHER MANEUVER! Alex pops back up to his feet, raising his arms in the air [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align] The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit! 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. 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! 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! [align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Wake Up! *Whispered* Wake up[/align] Dante climbs up to his feet and pulls Ragin’ up, tucking his head between his legs. Kailey is on the floor, screaming at Dante to get back in the ring. Dante looks down at her and that’s a mistake BECAUSE RAGIN’ RISES UP SENDING DANTE OVER WITH A BACKDROP AND CRASHING BACK DOWN THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES! Ninja scribbles on his sign on the top rope before holding it up for all to see… "DANGEROUS~~!!!" The crowd go crazy as Melanie turns around just in time for Ninja perform a SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO HER!! Both crash to the canvas, Ninja on top and Melanie on the bottom! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Dante thinks quickly and drives the point of his elbow between Hype’s shoulder blades!! He rehooks the arm THEN DRAGS HYPE OVER THE LADDER AND DRIVES HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align] Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE! [align=center]Here ya go create another fable! You wanted to![/align] Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to![/align] Once Graver is at a steady enough vertical base, APRIL LEAPS FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON PN GRAVER! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to![/align] Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table You wanted to![/align] Kennedy bounces off the ropes and leaps up and spins around going into a wheel barrow position. She pushes off the canvas and grabs Ragin’ around the head, but he ducks his head out of her grasp and sits out PLANTING KENNEDY FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!! [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align] Kailey runs in and butts the extinguisher into Nadia's stomach, doubling her over! Kailey throws the extinguisher aside before shoving Nadia's head between her legs. Kailey glances out into the crowd before hoisting Nadia up in a Crucifix! Kailey sits out DROPPING NADIA FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CRUCIFIX REVERSE FACE DRIVER!! [align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align] The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snatching Onikage by his leather mask Jim runs his thumb across his throat and shouts out “BURNING! HAMMER!” 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! Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!! The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen… [align=center] [/align]…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team. JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Tuesday Night Throwdown! We are live in the FleetCenter in Boston, Masschusetts! I'm Jonathan Hitchen, alongside Thomas Moore! TM: That bastard Swytch better bring Kennedy to the arena tonight! JH: Uh, okay. Swytch is in action tonight. We haven't heard from Kennedy since Deja Vu and Madison Lee has booked Swytch against Carl Lucas as punishment. TM: Carl is gonna beat the freak's face in! And then he's gonna tell us where Kennedy is! And then he's gonna be arrested for kidnapping! Why hasn't he been arrested already?! JH: Apparently walking out with Kennedy isn't enough to convict him, Thomas. I don't know, I don't understand your crazy laws over here! TM: Whatever! He's gonna get his ass beat tonight! I can't wait. JH: Also tonight, a new Dual Crown Contender will be named. Kailey Lane vs. Dante Coles! Dante's first appearance since his apparent alliance with the General Manager Madison Lee. You have to wonder if Madison wants Dante to help her get Kennedy back. TM: That'd be ironic! Dante rescuing Kennedy? But he's definitely someone that could get it done! JH: The opener of the evening is Skull Cowboy vs. Curtis. TM: No! Idiot! It’s pronounced… the skull cowboy. JH: What’s the difference? TM: It’s been Wight-A-Fied dammit! JH: And your point? TM: If you want your baby eaten don’t push it. [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 the skull cowboy lumbers onstage as Rammstein's familiar thundering guitars kick in. He stands with his legs shoulder width apart and his head bowed. MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE OPENING MATCH OF THIS EVENING IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! HAILING FROM ANGEL FIRE, NEW MEXICO, USA, WEIGHING IN AT THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE POUNDS AND SIX FEET ELEVEN INCHES… THE SKULL COWBOY!!!!!! A caw is 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 cheer both ways on either side of 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, setting them in his corner and staring a hole through his opponent with his nothing eyes. JH: God, the guy‘s massive. TM: Yep, he’s gonna kill everyone in the roster in my thoughts. JH: So who you want him to kill first? TM: …You. As the slow chords of "The Passenger" starts to play, the lights all throughout the arena go out, save one celestial light that hovers over the stage. MA: HIS OPPONENT… HAILING FROM SOMEWHERE, SOMEPLACE, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FEET TWO INCHES… CURTIS!!!! When the song kicks in full force, a quick explosion of pyro quickly hide the entering Curtis, but not for long as he starts down the walkway with an evil smile on his face. Watching the fans show their disapproval on both sides only brings more delight to Curtis as he steps into the ring and warms himself up before unleashing utter carnage. JH: The out spoken Curtis has been saying a lot recently, quite abruptly too TM: Freedom of expression Mr. Hitchen. JH: Not when you are name calling our fans. TM: It’s his choice what he believes in. Curtis and cowboy stay in both there corners, cowboy and Curtis both staring at one and another though, Michaela looks quite nervous as she calls for the bell. Curtis and cowboy both slowly walk out there respected corners, they stand center of the ring, suddenly Curtis smashes skull cowboy with a vicious right haymaker, skull cowboy stands there just staring at Curtis. Curtis then fires yet another shot, this time cowboy moves his face back a bit, he then turns back toward Curtis, obviously we can’t see his expression but I bet he isn’t happy. Curtis looking extremely frustrated already, goes nose to nose, well almost, more like chin to nose with skull cowboy, he then shouts “HIT ME!” skull cowboy not being one to deny, smashes him in the face with a BIG right hand punch, the impact sends Curtis down on a knee. JH: Can you hear those god damn shots. TM: Hell yeah, one of these guys is gonna lose a tooth. JH: You’d love that… TM: No, I’d love one of them to beat your head in, but we can’t have everything in life. JH: You have your tongue up Madison’s ass, you’re pretty set. TM: Jealousy, such a futile thing. Skull cowboy grabs Curtis up, he then drives his skull into Curtis’s head with a vicious head butt, it staggers Curtis a bit who reels into the ropes, cleverly though, he uses the momentum to come back and drive a stiff knee into skull cowboy’s gut making him reel over too. Curtis drives some heavy forearms down on skull cowboy’s back, trying to keep him down so he can build some momentum, he then tries to throw cowboy into the corner, but cowboy reverses sending Curtis into the corner. JH: Cowboy’s power is just way too much for him. TM: I agree for once and only once. JH: Curtis better keep Cowboy on his back or he has no chance. Curtis stands in the corner, cowboy walks up to him but doesn’t expect a kick to the gut, Curtis leaps up and over skull cowboy with help from the ropes. He goes for a sunset flip which works, but he doesn’t go for a pin he rolls it in too a beautifully executed leg lock, he wrenches away but nothing seems to even faze cowboy as he slowly begins to stand up with his other leg. Incredibly cowboy manages to get up to his feet, he then without a care in the world, drives his knee down hard into Curtis’s chest breaking up the leg lock. TM: That’s a way of breaking the submission up… JH: He could have broken Curtis’s ribs! TM: That was what he was aiming for. JH: I don’t like this guy at all. Cowboy reaches down for Curtis, he then lifts him up to his feet with both his hands, he then drives a hard punch into Curtis’s gut, dropping Curtis too a knee, cowboy then goes to the ropes he comes back to get taken clean off his feet with a low dropkick, the impact sends skull cowboy to his chest. Curtis getting to his feet quickly begins driving Elbow’s down over cowboy’s back, the quicker and harder he can the better, he then drives a few knees into his ribs before standing up and stomping one last time on his head. Curtis then tries for a cover… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NO SHOULDER UP![/align] JH: Curtis becoming just as vicious as skull cowboy. TM: That’s because he’s possessed. JH: I know that. TM: Like you know your shoes are untied? JH: They are? *looks down* TM: One-nil, Mooremeister wins again. Curtis dives back onto the assault though, he sits on skull cowboy’s back as he wrenches in a camel clutch, but he then starts throwing forearms and vicious strikes into skull cowboy’s face. Curtis then stands up, he stomps on skull cowboy’s head again, then he moves over toward the corner and looks set to hit something as he waits for cowboy to get to his feet. Cowboy does indeed stand up slowly though, Curtis then runs toward cowboy looking for a clothesline, but cowboy takes it, he then smacks his chest, something tells me he’s pissed. JH: This match is not gonna end fast… TM: That’s because there huge, cowboy does look pissed though. Curtis starts punching toward cowboy, bashing him in the chin harder and harder, trying to make cowboy reel but it doesn’t work, Curtis then again tires to Irish whip him into the corner, this time it works though. Cowboy halts into the corner, he then turns to drive a boot into Curtis’s gut, he places Curtis’s head between his legs and then hoists him into the air, he then turns 180 and throws Curtis into the corner hard with a Powerbomb, squashing Curtis down onto the canvas. JH: Lazy pin there. TM: Hell about the pin, that was hellacious! JH: It was a sick Powerbomb into the corner. TM: That was the point. Cowboy looks down at Curtis, he lifts Curtis up with two hands, he then holds him up for a few seconds before driving him back down with a hellacious two handed chokeslam, he then points to the sky, before signaling the end with a cut throat taunt. Cowboy lifts Curtis up to his feet and places his head between his legs… JH: I’ve heard of this move… TM: It’s gonna hurt Curtis for sure… …Cowboy lifts Curtis up into a Powerbomb, he then let’s his right arm go and with a almighty power, DRIVES Curtis down into the canvas with a one-armed Powerbomb, the impact almost making Curtis’s body bounce off the canvas, cowboy then drops to a knee and places a hand on Curtis’s chest, Michaela drops down to make the count… JH: Bombamuerte TM: Yeah… what he said! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE![/align] The bell sounds as cowboy stays on his knees for a second staring down at Curtis, he then climbs to his feet staring at Michaela then at the fans… MA: YOUR WINNER AT A TIME OF SIX MINUTES AND SEVENTEEN SECONDS… THE SKULL COWBOY!!!! Cowboy makes his leave from the ring as Michaela checks on Curtis, the camera then cuts to the commentary desk. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] JH: Ladies and gentlemen up next we have a scheduled segment featuring Onikage and Kendra Norton. TM: This is going to be great! Can’t wait to see what they say about what happened at Déjà vu! JH: In either case before then we have a video package with the song being Right Where it Belongs by Nine Inch Nails off their newest album, With Teeth. The TNT ‘Tron flickers to life and the soft melody of a piano is heard over the P.A. system. Our scene happens to be a bathroom that is dimly lit solely by a small over head light bulb. What we can see is the bathroom is rather filthy and aging, as if it hasn’t seen itself clean in some time. Sitting on the floor against the wall is Jim O’Brien, his head hanging so we can not see his face. [align=center]See the animal in his cage that you built Are you sure what side you're on? Better not look him too closely in the eye Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?[/align] A black and white montage flashes with various images of Jim O’Brien through out his TNT career. The last image it freezes on being a rather sinister looking Jim standing over a fallen Silent Rage. [align=center]See the safety of the life you have built Everything where it belongs Feel the hollowness inside of your heart And it's all Right where it belongs[/align] Footage of Jim O’Brien winning the FIW Dual Crown Championship is shown in black and white. Several moments of Jim dominating in matches during his Dual Crown reigns are shown. However it then in slow-mo shows Silent Rage delivering the Dragon Suplex on Jim and dethroning him, the film on the referee’s count of three burning through. It fades into a frame with a picture inside it of Jim O’Brien and a woman, his ex-wife. [align=center]What if everything around you Isn't quite as it seems? What if all the world you think you know Is an elaborate dream?[/align] The camera pans to the side and into darkness for a second till it arrives back in the bathroom. The Ultimate Endurance Championship is resting in the Monster of TNT’s lap when suddenly the light begins to flicker, during it O’Brien’s eyes widen in surprise. When the light seems to fix itself and begins to work right again the championship is now missing from his lap… [align=center]And if you look at your reflection Is it all you want it to be? What if you could look right through the cracks? Would you find yourself Find yourself afraid to see?[/align] Stumbling up to his feet Jim stands up and walks over to the sink in the bathroom. He turns the knob and some rather brown water pours out of the sink, he cups his hands under it and splashes it on his face. Once again the light begins to flicker resulting in having Jim lift up his head due to it. Staring at his reflection in the mirror the light goes out longer than normal, and when it comes back on by barbwire Jim is tied to an X in front of the sink. The camera pans over to behind Jim to show in the reflection is a bloody Silent Rage tied to a cross. Once the lights start working proper again the X seemingly disappears as does Rage. [align=center]What if all the world's inside of your head Just creations of your own? Your devils and your gods All the living and the dead And you're really all alone?[/align] Cutting away from Jim a montage of pictures appear on the Tron. First Silent Rage hugging his son Ben and then it is replaced with Onikage & Kendra Notron both smiling from Déjà vu. Which soon is replaced by Fozzy McQueen with the SoH title and finally a photo of Jim’s father appears on screen. [align=center]You can live in this illusion You can choose to believe You keep looking but you can't find the woods While you're hiding in the trees[/align] Previous segments of Jim O’Brien and Kendra Norton is shown, focusing on both smiling and seeming so happy together. The final piece of footage is from the segment right before the match at Déjà vu and the two sharing a kiss. [align=center]What if everything around you Isn't quite as it seems? What if all the world you used to know Is an elaborate dream?[/align] Without warning the film of Jim and Kendra kissing burns through to reveal Jim lying on the canvas. Standing over his fallen body is Kendra Norton with a steel chair in her hands with a emotionless expression as she stares down at the bloody Man in Black. [align=center]And if you look at your reflection Is it all you want it to be? What if you could look right through the cracks Would you find yourself Find yourself afraid to see?[/align] A third time the light over Jim’s head in the bathroom begins to flicker and between its flickering suddenly Kendra is in the bathroom as well. The Canadian native is to the side of Jim, hugging him in a loving manner. However surprisingly this only seems to enrage O’Brien further, to the point he punches the mirror causing it to crack. The camera once again pans to behind Jim as the light stops flickering, after the last moment of darkness Kendra is suddenly missing and Jim is bleeding from his forehead. In the reflection however is Kendra with Onikage standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her neck loosely, both smiling at Jim as the Tron fades to black… Before the fans can respond to the video package fully “My Enemy” begins to play over the P.A. system. To quite a few jeers Onikage who’s noticeably JJ-less tonight walks out from the gorilla position. Pushing the curtain to the side Kendra Norton isn’t too far behind the man who faced Jim O’Brien a little over a week ago. Obviously Onikage isn’t going to compete here tonight as he’s coming out with a black hoodie (with the TNT logo on the front above the pouch), and slightly baggy black track shorts that go a little bit past his knees on. Even with the hood up the features of Onikage’s leather mask are unmistakable. Kendra tonight is wearing a red hoodie with a white Canadian maple leaf on the front (with her hood down) and red track pants. A few fans flip off Kendra as she walks down the walk way along side Onikage. Onikage walks along the apron till he is on the far left side of it and sits down on the middle ropes and pushes up the top rope, allowing Kendra to enter the ring first. Kendra leans back against the far left turnbuckle as Onikage strolls towards the center of the ring, pulling a micro phone out of his hoodie’s pouch. Onikage: Just about hundred and ninety two hours ago was the event FIW called Déjà vu. At Déjà vu many things occurred, new champions were crowned; champions retained and even…a member of FIW won a #1 contendership. But we are not here to discuss how the piece of trash veteran known as Hutch won a championship. Or how Swytch further disgraced the honor and prestige of the championships he holds. Or even… Onikage falls silent and lowers his head while Kendra tilts her head to the side, her expression showing a bit of concern. Onikage: How he, Xtreme Kitten won a shot at the International Championship… The former fans of the Ordinary cheer this and a few loyal Slam followers in attendance boo it. Just mentioning that name of his former ally seems to bother the sXe savior. Onikage: No, we are here tonight to discuss in front of all of you another match. That match saw the round two of sorts between James O’Brien, a fool of a man that is blinded by his own pride, verse myself. James was so sure of himself, that he was some valiant hero from a fairy tale that was going to slay the sinister villain. However unlike a villain from a fairy tale I do not reveal my plans until they are occurring, and occur to James they did. Onikage turns his head to the right towards the camera man standing on the apron getting the shot. His hoodie shields his face even more so than his mask normally does, but just barely a smirk can be made out. Onikage: James believed he knew all there was to know about me that he had me figured out, that he had my number. Déjà vu taught him that what little he knows of me and understands of me is merely the tip of the iceberg. Once again I attempted to teach James that his pride would merely lead to his downfall. The first time we faced he over looked me, thought it was going to be a walk in the park. But what happened? I strapped him to an X and made an example out of him. And then the second time around James thought he had every thing figured out, what happens? I showed him one of the many sides of myself and showed him to expect the unexpected. As well as some thing else...I revealed to the world yet another part of my plan, this part being put together the night of Vendetta. You see I am not a fool, I realized after the Vendetta match that James more than likely would be coming back looking for revenge. So I got in contact with one woman, one woman who I knew could be the ace in the hole sort to speak. A woman that was fed up and frustrated with the position in FIW she had, and with the fans’ treatment of her. I will allow her to comment further on this and to finally vent some things she’s been forced to hold back for quite a few months now. Kendra pushes up off of the turnbuckle and walks over to the center of the ring, a rather smug look on her face. Onikage hands over the micro phone to the female wrestler and takes a step back, allowing her the floor to speak her mind. Kendra: Sacrifice... Now think about that word for a second. In this business, it's a term widely used. Everyone in that locker room has had to make sacrifices in order to be where they are today. Sacrificing time... Family... Friends. Relationships. Each wrestler in the back has given up more than any of you could ever imagine just for a spot on TNT's roster & for opportunities to give you fans a good show. Kendra lowers the mic & begins to slowly pace to the camera side of the ring. She leans on the ropes & looks into the crowd, a crowd that's not showing her too much love honestly. Kendra: Now... Let's go on a time warp or two. Around early October, I was approached by Onikage about this plan he had come up with about taking out the then Ultimate Endurance Champion, Jim O'Brien. Something about him being a "cancer on this world" or "going down a wrong path," something that didn't make much sense to me at that time. So I blew him off. Also because I had a great appreciation for Jim's work and honestly, still do to this day. So- But Kendra gets cut off by the TNT faithful as they speak their mind, along the lines of "KEN-DRA SUCKS! KEN-DRA SUCKS!" Kendra: So I still went about my business, befriending April Lynn & Kailey Lane as well as Jim. I was starting to get myself noticed on TNT, though... Honestly I should have been noticed & received praise long before I started to. Does anyone even remember that I hold a victory - a submission victory - over a former World Heavyweight Champion in Orion Oldriod? Anyone at all?! *pauses* Of course none of you do. As far as you fans were concerned, it was going to be a squash match so you took the opportunity to buy yourself popcorn & use the restroom. Do you people have any idea how disheartening it is that every time I push that curtain aside & make my way down the aisle, only to see people walking out? And hell, the only people that stick around are the perverts that yell for me to show a little more cleavage or a little more leg! Kendra doesn't look too pleased at this point. Onikage crosses his arms over his chest & shakes his head in disappointment. Kendra: But I've since come to realize that the American fans simply don't appreciate Women's Wrestling. They really don't. *pauses for boos* Y'know... In Japan, a fighter of my caliber could main event a card at the Kerokuen Hall or the Sumo Palace? That in Canada, I could sell out the entire Sky Dome on my name alone? But yet in America, I'm nothing more than a "blue chipper" stuck in curtain jerking hell, surrounded by wrestlers I know for a fact that I am better than. Kendra backs up from the ropes & paces back to the center of the ring. Kendra: Which goes to show how unappreciative American wrestling fans are. To the male audience all women's wrestling is, is an excuse to use the restroom or an excuse to see scantily clad girls roll around on top of one another. In America, Women's Wrestling has become nothing more than a perverted sideshow. And d'ya know who's leading the way? April Lynn! *crowd pops*Kailey Lane! *crowd pops again* Torrence Coleman! It's them & their likeness why I can't be taken seriously in this country! Kendra storms to the front of the ring that's facing the entryway, fire in her eyes. Kendra: You hear me back there?! It's because of you, April Lynn, why I can't be respected! It's because of you, Kailey Lane, why I can't be taken seriously! It is you & your likeness why Women's Wrestling as we know it is dead! The boos have gotten quite loud at this point, but there's actually several purists in the crowd & even several women that cheer! Course, they're drowned out. Or Editing nixed them cheering. Cause she's a heel & you can't cheer a heel. Kendra makes her way back to the center of the ring, facing the crowd on the camera side. Kendra: Now, I'm aware that April & Kailey were my "friends," but they were the total opposites. They did nothing but expose and exploit my innermost feelings & emotions. In my times of peril, where were they for me? After I had been assaulted by Orion Oldriod & his Louisville Slugger & faced internal injuries, where were they for me? After I had been sexually harassed & humiliated by Graver, where were they for me? On December 13th of last year in my home country of Canada, when I got squashed in the Cruiserweight Battle Royal, where were they for me? Nowhere. Friends are people you can trust, you can rely on for anything & will always be there for you. April Lynn & Kailey Lane... They're no friends of mine. The crowd boos, then erupting are dual chants for April & Kailey. Like Kendra wasn't displeased enough as is, this only agitates her more. Kendra: And if I'm going to talk about "friends," I guess I have to mention Jim O'Brien. And the FleetCenter erupts in exuberance, cheering the big man. And with Swytch going off the deep end & Dante "selling out," they gotta cheer for somebody established. Kendra: Now... I will be totally honest... Turning on Jim was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, especially after all that went on between us. But it's like what I said about sacrifice earlier... Having any sort of relationship with Jim would've done nothing for my career & would make me come across as one of those "divas" that I despise. And I am so, so thankful that my Sensei not only accepted me back in my moments of ignorance but for him enlightening me on these issues & so much more. Waving her over Onikage takes the micro phone from Kendra Norton before the sXe savior starts to pace around the ring at a slow pace. Onikage: And so the plan without much effort, while I’d have rather her not use a steel chair on James I suppose it couldn’t be helped. After all if I was forced to stay so close to James for that length of time, I would’ve probably done the same. You see I showed the world that pride was not the only emotion that was James’ weakness that it didn’t have to be his pride that led to his down fall. I literally ripped the still beating heart of the Monster of TNT and watched it slowly die within my hands. Love, a very powerful emotion it can be but not for the reasons most believe. An almost amused smile creeps over Onikage’s masked face. Onikage: So many believe that with love you can beat any thing, with knowing that there is some one out there that cares about you. This is much like James’ opinion of this situation merely fictional. No, love is powerful because your opponent can use it to his or her advantage. Love is powerful because of the sheer pain it can because you can be far greater than that of a match. To all of us, even to Kendra, that chair shot was simply a chair shot. But to James O’Brien it was so much more, to James O’Brien that was his very world coming apart at the seams. That was James O’Brien coming to the realization that I wasn’t the Devil he tried to make me out to be. No, as I told you James I’m not your Devil…She however… Onikage turns to face Kendra who smiles brightly as the fans fall into an eerie silence. Onikage: She however very much was and is the Devil to you. You forgotten a beautiful piece of writing James, the greatest feat the Devil ever did was make Mankind think it didn’t exist. We did just that, we allowed you to think, to believe in your little warped mind that you were chasing the Devil. When in reality the whole time it was standing by your side, I guess you aren’t as well versed in the Bible you worship as it would seem. As if you were you’d realize the Devil was many things however it was not a being that would face you down. No, it would lead people, just lead them to their downfall rather than their success. The combination of your pitiful emotions like pride and anger, and love made it so easy to do so. I only have one last thing to say to you James and it’s the very thing I told you through out this entire ordeal you put yourself into, you wanted this…no one else but you are responsible for what’s happened. The fans’ jeer and boos intensify as Onikage slowly tilts his head back and allows himself to be drowned in them. Onikage: Allow this to be a word of warning to all the veterans that linger within the ranks of TNT. That would mean you Miss Summers and Miss Lane, the Russian and Dante Coles. If you continue down each and every one of your poisonous paths I will step in and even if I have to go to extremes I will beat my lesson into you. Even if it takes me destroying your very emotions and going to extremes most would never dare touch, I will do it. I am going to make this brand a better brand for every one. Not just those who have been here for a while longer thus think they can get by merely on their names and not their talent. Kendra is a example of the many members of this roster that are rejected and shunned in favor of the veterans, and those many members who are tired of it occurring. Onikage turns to leave but Kendra says some thing to him and he chuckles slightly before turning back around to face the crowd and the camera. Onikage: James since I’m quite sure you are watching some where out there, allow me to say it, this war between you and me is officially…over. Just not in the way you imagined it would be. ”My Enemy” begins to play once again and the fans with various hate-filled chants and jeers make their dislike for both of them known. Once again Onikage sits on the middle rope and pushes up the top rope to allow Kendra to make an easy exit. A few fans near the walk way throw some cups and pop corn buckets at Onikage and Kendra as they make their way to the back while we cut else where. The cameras cut backstage where we find the Cruiserweight Champion April Lynn inside her locker room. A nice crowd pop comes as we get a nice view of the champ's cleavage. Hmm, is Kendra right about her? A knock at the door interrupts her preparation. April: Come in. April glances in her full length mirror, straightening her custom referee jersey as the door opens and allows the entrance of Riggs. Stefan's eyes and ears makes his way over to the woman. He leans in and casually kisses her on the cheek, prompting a startled reaction from the champ that goes unnoticed by the Brit. Riggs: Hey honey. He glances down at that exposed cleavage I mentioned earlier, giving it a couple seconds to occupy his eyes before looking back up at her face. All the while April is staring at him with complete confusion over his presence and, perhaps more importantly, his actions. Riggs: Nice shirt. Listen, I know you got this refereeing assignment tonight and that's cool. But I made us reservations at Meritage at 10. So, is it okay if we take off as soon as you're done? April continues to stare at him in utter disbelief at what the heck is going on. Riggs is oblivious, simply waiting for her to answer his question. April: What the hell are you talking about? Riggs opens his mouth to respond but it's obvious she lost him somewhere. Riggs: The… what do you mean "what am I talking about?" April: What… You… April struggles to verbalize how many things are wrong with this conversation. She stops to gather a proper response to him, all while Riggs waits patiently for her to explain herself. April: You come in here and call me honey? You kiss me on the cheek? And you made us reservations? Riggs: Right. Did I forget to do something? April: What makes you think I would go out with you tonight? Without any notice, at that. Riggs: Well… baby, a second date is kind of necessary if this relationship is gonna progress any further. Riggs shrugs his shoulders respectfully, hoping he didn't insult her intelligence. He didn't. Mostly because April is looking at him like he's a moron. April: Uh… Riggs? We don't have a relationship. We haven't even had a first date to even think about a second date. Riggs: Well, I know our first date didn't get to actually happen. But I figured it still counted. I mean, you did ask me out so I thought-- April: No. Riggs. Look, I'm really sorry but I was just using you to make Remy jealous. Because he's been a total jerk lately. I'm sorry but I really have no interest in you. I just got out of a crappy relationship, on top of that Remy's been… well, I don't even want to go there. Me and men just aren't mixable things right now. Riggs's brow furrows in confusion as April explains everything to him in detail but that's all changes when we last line leaves her mouth. The sly Brit raises and eyebrow as he looks at her with a strange fascination. April: Uh, no! I'm not a lesbian. Riggs shrugs his shoulders, taking the news pretty calmly for someone who just got rejected. Riggs: Ah well. We'll always have the memories, eh luv? Riggs turns on his heels and exit’s the locker room as quickly as he entered, April just staring after him incredulously. April: Ah-yeah. Those are fantasizes you have, buddy. April resumes preparing for the up-coming match as the camera fades out. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Feb 22 2006, 03:21 AM Post #3 |
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The house lights fade, being replaced with fuchsia strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage, clad in a custom referee jersey, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring. MA: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome your special guest referee for the up-coming contest. She is the Cruiserweight Champion… APRILLL LLLYYYNNNN!!! JH: Here comes the Cruiserweight Champion! Ready to referee this up-coming match. TM: How did she score this job? She's not a referee. JH: The number one contender for her Cruiserweight Title is competing. I guess Madison thinks it'll be good scouting opportunity for her. TM: Ah well. With that referee shirt, I'm not complaining. She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. She stands center ring and does a little twirl to show off her referee shirt, to a flash of cameras from the crowd. She backs off to the side, waiting patiently for the competitors. JH: Kendra Norton had a few choice words earlier tonight about how our Cruiserweight Champion dresses. TM: I wonder if that's why April's referee shirt is so revealing? I think Kendra's just jealous that no one but Jim wants to jump her bones. JH: Kendra is a very attractive woman. TM: Really? Here, try these bifocals. I've seen better faces on gargoyles. Endure hits the PA System. Pyro explodes as Chris comes running out. He slaps the hands of fans on as he runs down. He pauses before coming into the ring and takes a deep breath. MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds; from Denver, Colorado; he is the King of the Cage… CHRIS LOOOOOVVVVEE!! JH: Chris Love is still looking for his first victory here in FIW. TM: Shame he won't be finding it tonight. JH: You don't know that. TM: He's facing Alex Evans. I do know that. He slides under the bottom rope and jumps to the top turnbuckle. Pyro shoots from the ring posts as Chris does a back-flip off the corner. Chris hops over the top rope resting on top. He stands on the middle rope and points to all the fans before flipping back into the ring. Chris then waits in the corner hopping in anticipation. JH: Chris Love has head a run of bad luck lately. Hopefully he can break it tonight. TM: I'm telling you! He's facing Alex Evans tonight. He won't break his losing streak. The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers… [align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align] …Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring… MA: And the opponent, weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds; from Kings Beach, California; he is the number one contender for the Cruiserweight Championship… ALEX EVVVAAAANNNSSS! JH: I have never seen anyone so proud of such small accomplishments as this man right here. TM: Small? Nothing about Alex Evans is small! JH: Sorry. I'm assuming you have insider's perspective. TM: Yeah! I mean, no! [align=center]Lift Up The Receiver I'll Make You A Believer![/align] …Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin. JH: Well, if he wants to be the next Cruiserweight Champion, he's gotta prove himself here and now. TM: Piece of cake. Get ready for the shortest match in TNT history! The two men step into the center of the ring, eyeing each other up as April calls for the bell! Both men go into a collar and elbow tie-up as soon as the bell sounds out, both jockeying for leverage. Alex senses Love's slight strength advantage and floats behind Love, going into a waistlock. Love locks his foot around Alex's, preventing any suplex attempts. Alex spins in front of Love, snapping him down to the canvas with a lightning quick snapmare! JH: Alex is showing his speed in there. TM: Speed? How about amazing reversal skills? JH: He didn't really reverse any moves, Thomas. Well, I guess we don't know what Love had in his mind. TM: Exactly! Alex immediately drives a knee into Love's spine, locking his arms in a bow and arrow lock. April gets down to a knee, asking Love if he quits but Chris shakes his head no, fighting up to his feet rather quickly. Back to a vertical base, Alex drives another knee into Love's spine, dropping the man back to his knee! Alex sprints off the ropes and CRACKS A DROPKICK IN THE BACK OF LOVE'S HEAD! JH: Alex is taking his match full-force, obviously. Not giving Chris Love even a chance to recover. TM: He's showing April how he's gonna be in their Cruiserweight Championship match. JH: That match has been signed for March 7th. That is gonna be Night of Champions 2. TM: That night is gonna be so great. Every championship on TNT on the line. And a new Cruiserweight Champion to top it off! Alex grabs Love by the head, dragging him up to his feet only to SNAP him back down onto the back of his head with a reverse DDT! Alex gets back to one knee, holding his arms out to his side, asking for the crowd's praise for such a beautiful move. Was it really that beautiful though? I'll let Thomas answer that question for you. TM: Look at that beautiful reverse DDT from Alex Evans! The execution of a future Cruiserweight Champion! JH: It was a nice move, Thomas. But it was just that, a move. Alex waves off the fans that are not impressed with him, floating over into a cover on Love! [align=center]One! Two!! Kick-Out by Love![/align] Alex stays on Love, yanking him into a front facelock before blasting him upside the neck with a clubbing forearm. He then SNAPS Love over with a suplex but doesn't release the front facelock. He drags Love back up, motioning to the crowd that it's already time for the end. TM: Oh! Oh! Watch this! Snap Piledriver! Alex told me he was gonna nail this tonight! JH: He better hurry. But he didn't. And Love takes advantage of it, throwing right hands into Alex's midsection to fight out of the front facelock. Love CRACKS Alex across the chest with a knife-edge chop! Alex tries to fight back with a right hand but Love catches it and WHIPS Alex down to the canvas with a snapping arm drag! JH: Love may be getting back into this match! Alex bounds back to his feet but Love is already there and DROPKICKS ALEX BACK INTO THE ROPES! Alex tumbles through the top and middle rope, smacking the apron on his way down to the mats at ringside! He hesitates briefly to shake his head clear before getting back up and TAKING A BASEBALL SLIDE TO THE FACE! TM: Ah! Let him up you flying squirrel! JH: He's just doing what Alex does! Can't give the opponent a moment. TM: But when Alex does it, it's cool! Alex is propelled backwards, smacking into the ring barrier before dropping back down to the floor. April tells Love to back off as she looks down to check on Alex. Alex slowly recovers, fighting back to his feet. April glances back at Love and ducks aside as he comes barreling at her, springboarding off the top rope and NAILING ALEX WITH A PLANCHEA!!! JH: OH MY GOD! A springboard into a suicide planchea! TM: That idiot took Alex and himself out! April exits the ring, checking to make sure both men are okay before rolling back inside. Apparently both men are still conscious as April begins the 20 count-out. ONE! TWO! THREE! TM: Okay, okay, April! We know you're large and in charge by slow it down! JH: I think she knows how to count, Thomas. TM: You give her more credit than I do. Love uses the audience barricade to drag himself up to his knees, glancing back to see Alex still unmoving. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Alex pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, glancing over to find Love taking the moment to rest up against the audience barricade. SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Love spots Alex reviving and pulls himself all the way up, running over and planting a boot on his opponent's back! Alex collapses back to his stomach before Love drags him up and throws him in under the bottom rope, breaking the count. Love leaps onto the apron before scaling the turnbuckle, poised and ready. JH: Looks like Chris Love isn't done with the high-risk offense. TM: He's an idiot! You can't out-fly Alex! No one can fly like Alex! JH: Not even your precious Kennedy? TM: *weeps* Why did you have to remind me? Poor Kennedy. Alex stumbles to his feet, looking around for his opponent. He spins around as Love flips off the turnbuckle, wrapping his legs around Alex's head and GETTING PLANTED WITH A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!! Alex holds onto Love's legs, yelling at April to count! [align=center]ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT BY LOVE![/align] Alex yells out in aggravation as he throws Love away from him. He jumps to his feet and yells at April, slapping his hands as he complains at the Cruiserweight Champion for counting too slow. April argues back that it was only a two count. So Alex shoves her back! JH: Uh-oh. Probably not a good idea there, Alex. April is stunned for a moment but shoves the number one contender right back.. INTO A ROLL-UP FROM LOVE! JH: A roll-up! TM: Hey! She can't do that! April is stunned for a moment, surprised to see the quick roll-up out of no where. A second or two later she remembers she's the ref and makes the count! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! ALEX KICKS-OUT![/align] JH: A near-fall on Alex! TM: All because of stupid April! That's no way a ref should act! JH: Still, if April hadn't hesitated. That might've been a three count! Alex hurries back to his feet, and Love does the same.. RUNNING WITH INTO A HARD LARIAT FROM ALEX! Alex immediately drags Love across the bottom rope, forcing his throat across the cord as April yells at him to get out of the ropes! Alex grabs the top rope and steps on Love's back, choking him out on the ropes! JH: Come on! Get him out of the ropes, Alex! TM: Look at this. Poor officiating by the Crusierweight Champion. No wonder Alex hasn't won yet. Incompetent referee! April begins her count but Alex is oblivious to it! One… two… three… four… Alex steps off of Love, raising his hands in the air in defense. He grabs Love and hoists him up to his feet, now forcing the man's throat across the top rope! Again April count! One… two… three… four… Alex grabs the top rope and yanks it backwards, causing Love to be propelled onto his back on the mat! JH: You know, Alex is actually a very proficient wrestler. I don't know why he feels the need to lower himself to these tactics. TM: Because being a good wrestler didn't get him anywhere with these people! Sometimes you have to force people to take notice! April chastises Alex for his tactics but the number one contender pays her no mind as he climbs up to the second rope. Facing the crowd, he asks for their approval and scowls at them as he gets his usual reaction of contempt from the people. He climbs all the way to the top and drops into the splits, corkscrewing into a somersault senton INTO THE CANVAS!! JH: Love avoiding the split-legged corkscrew senton! TM: The bastard! JH: Watch your language! Just 'cuz we're on cable is no excuse! Love uses the ropes to regaining his footing, shaking the cobwebs loose as he spots Alex writhing in pain on the canvas. Love tries the same route as Alex, moving out to the apron and up to the top rope. JH: Both these men use the high risks. Now it looks like Love is gonna try it again. Alex looks up and sees Love perched on the top rope. He springs up and throws himself at the top rope, causing Love to lose his balance and crash on the turnbuckle in a very tender spot. Gents, you know what I'm talking about. TM: Look at that! Alex has such ring presence! JH: It was a last ditch effort from Alex, I reckon. Alex moves to the corner, grabbing Love by the head and dragging the self-proclaimed King of the Cage across his shoulders. Alex steps out of the corner and spins around in a 360 before SNAPPING LOVE DOWN HARD ONTO HIS HEAD AND NECK!! JH: There's the Big Air Driver! This one has to be over! TM: The B.A.D.! 'Cuz Alex is bad to the bone! Go ahead, count the fall, April. Alex makes the cover, driving his forearm into Love's face as he glares over at April. April drops down, glaring back at Alex before counting. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING-DING-DING![/align] MA: Here is your winner… ALEX EVVVAAANNNSSS!!! TM: Now THAT is what a true Cruiserweight Champion looks like! JH: April? I know. That's how I'm looking at. TM: What?! She can hold the belt for Alex after he beats her for it! I'm sure Alex wouldn't mind having her hang around him. Alex raises up to his feet, holding his arm out towards April with a cocky grin on his face. April shakes her head and raises his hand in victory for no more than a split second. She turns to leave but Alex grabs her arm and spins her back around. They stare each other down for a moment before Alex makes the infamous belt gesture. JH: That's what it's all about. Alex wants the Cruiserweight Championship. TM: Once he wins that, he'll finally get the respect he deserves. JH: IF he wins it. He's gotta go through April and thus far no one has been able to do that. April shakes her head at Alex, telling him that it ain't gonna happen but Alex's confident smile never fades as he backs into the corner before raising up to celebrate his victory with a mass of people that aren't into celebrating this event. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Cutting backstage at the Fleet Center, we find ourselves in a private room, where TNT new-comer James Barrett is sat on a wooden bench in front of a wall-mounted rack, removing the black tape wrapped around his left wrist. Wearing a pair of dark red tights and a blue t-shirt, 'The Gentleman' greets the camera with a smirk as he throws the wrist tape to the floor, then sits back against the racks and takes a deep breathe, before speaking to those viewing this segment. James: "Thunderbolts and lightning - very, very frightening me" The sly smirk fades from James' face and he leans forward, resting his arms on his knees. James: "Never has a truer phrase been spoken by a man. Or, rather as is the case, sung by a man. Back in his day, Freddie Mercury was the ultimate performer and no-one could out-do him on that stage. Now, twenty years down the line, James Barrett is the new ultimate performer and a force to be reckoned with here in Full Intensity Wrestling. Just like Mickey said in one of those Rocky films, I eat lightning and crap thunder - and if anyone pays heed to Freddie Mercury, the talent of Tuesday Night Throwdown ought to be very, very frightened.." 'The Gentleman' chuckles to himself and sits upright again. James: "You may all be wondering why I'm sat here in my wrestling gear, talking to you about thunder and lightning. Well, how about someone ask Jon Talos about it? Those in attendance here in the Fleet Center know exactly what I'm talking about, because earlier tonight, I wrestled a man called Jon Talos and showed everyone exactly what James Barrett can do in that ring. If you don't believe me, I suggest you acne-infested kiddies log onto your internet and rather than look at the naked ladies - or men if you're inclined that way, which most of you Americans seem to be - you go and look up one of your little wrestling 'insider' sites and get the scoop on James Barrett working the dark matches of the show. Whether they want to admit it or not, these Boston morons were on their feet applauding.." Suddenly, James trails off and turns his head to the side as Toby Bostock - the scrawny, backstage interviewer - steps into the shot, wielding a microphone in his hands. Without the interviewer having said a word, James' mood sours and he gets to his feet, staring at the small man with a microphone with a look a distain on his face. James: "Please, tell me you're lost.." Toby: "Uhm.. no.." James: "Then you must be here because you're an idiot looking for an interview with a future Quadruple-Crown Champion." Feeling awkward and slightly confused, Toby glances down at the floor, then quickly looks around the room, before settling his eyes on James' face as 'The Gentleman' stares impatiently. Toby: "I'm.. uhm.. I'm here for an interview, Mister Barrett. I heard you talking about things from outside your room and I thought I'd come in here to get the scoop. Straight from the horse's mouth." James: "Straight from the horse's mouth? I hope you're not suggesting that I look like a bloody horse, sunshine. I don't know who are or why you think I'll even give you the time of day, but that won't stop me from slapping you into next week, lad. You didn't even knock on my bloody door before barging in here like you're the Arch Bishop of Canterbury. You Americans have no manners whatsoever. Absolutely ridiculous.." As James shakes his head in despair and sighs to himself, Toby looks to the floor again and tries to subtly hold out the microphone, only for James to snatch the amplifying device away from the small interviewer and raise it to his mouth. James: "You want a scoop? You want James Barrett to forget the clever, witty story he had lined up for the ignorant viewers and jump straight to the point as if I were an angry young man that wants to rant at the world? How about this, then? I'm pissed off. Not a very gentlemanly thing to say, I know, but when I have to practically beg for air-time on this blasted broadcast and have it interrupted by a little rat-boy wanting to get some brownie points, I think I have the right to use a couple of curse words to get my point across. To make matters worse, I have to play second fiddle to some prick of a cowboy that is suddenly a big name in this back-water promotion because he battered some legend on the Pay-Per-View? Whilst the skull cowboy is lapping it up in the ring in official competition, I get relegated to the lowest of the low leagues and have to prove myself over an old guy that no-one has ever bloody heard of in this God-forsaken country!" Pausing for breathe, James stares intently at Toby as the interview looks back to the floor again, then turns his attention back to the camera and continues with his 'scoop'. James: "Whilst Madison Lee admires herself in the mirror and lets a bunch of untalented clowns run around in the ring, James Barrett has to prove himself off-screen and rely on these little interview segments to make a name for myself. That just isn't on. It's not kosher, people. I guarantee you that if I went and played for the red team, Richard Markone would put me on a Slam broadcast, knowing that the ratings would increase ten fold. Richard Markone recognises talent, I'm sure of it. But instead, I get drawn to the side that endorses pure wrestling, yet overlooks the best talent in the whole bloody promotion! Last week, I warned Dante Coles and Remy Barteaux that they would be my stepping stones to success in this organisation, yet both men fail to mention me in their promos this week and whilst Dante is off looking to add another Championship to his temporary collection, Remy is relegated to nothing more than a valet.." Again, James shakes his head in despair and sighs. James: "Maybe I made a mistake, or maybe I'm not being forward enough. Maybe I have to go out in that ring and beat someone black and blue, until I get recognised as a talent and receive the opportunities that I duly deserve. Or maybe, I have to get a lady in my corner so that people actually know I'm here. I don't know what it is, but whatever I need to do to get myself ahead in this promotion, I will do it. I know that I haven't even been here for two weeks yet, but with my reputation and my abilities, I shouldn't be hidden away from the fans. And I intend to make sure that it doesn't happen for two weeks in a row. Next week, I'll face - and beat - anyone that Madison Lee can throw at me. If needs be, I'll even make an example of this kid right here.." Suddenly, 'The Gentleman' throws the microphone to the floor and throttles Toby by the throat with his left hand, then looks to deliver a big right haymaker to the jaw, only for James' attention to be drawn away from the interviewer as a man wearing only a green pair of wrestling trunks walks into the shot. Man: "Leave the kid alone, Barrett." James: "Oh, brilliant. Jon Talos is here. Still hung up over me beating you earlier tonight?" Before Jon can answer, James turns to the camera with a smirk on his face. James: "For all of you out there in television land, this is the guy that I stretched in the ring in that little dark match I spoke about.." Laughing to himself, James releases his grip on Toby and pushes away, then turns his attention back to Jon Talos as he stares at 'The Gentleman'. James: "Come on then, get it over with. Maxx always said that you bitched and held unnecessary grudges against him for months on end. Please, whilst I'm letting you, get it over and done with so that I can continue with this.." Jon: "Ha, Maxx Anderson is a senile old coot, James. He doesn't know what he's talking about. But I'll say this much; he trained you well. The whole trunks-grabbing thing, just a minor issue with me to be honest it. It shows me that you're willing to do whatever you can to get the victory and after hearing your little promo, I want to make you an offer you can't refuse.." James: "Really? Well, how about you take your little proposal and stick it where the sun doesn't shine, because I don't want to hear your crap, old man." Jon: "Seriously, James.." Rather than listen to Jon's idea, James opts to ignore him and turns his attention back to Toby. James: "Which way to the canteen, lad?" Answering the question without saying a word, Toby points with his right arm in a northernly direction, prompting James to nod. James turns toward the door and glares at Jon for a split second, before making his way out into the corridor and heading in the direction of the canteen. As James disappears out of view, Jon stares at Toby and takes a deep breathe, then opts to follow James out of the room into the corridor. With both men gone, Toby begins looking around on the floor for his misplaced microphone whilst rubbing at his throttled neck whilst we fade out from the scene. JH: And we just keep on rolling on, next up is Torrence Coleman taking on- TM: –Taking on the greatest cruiserweight of all time who was robbed in the FIW awards and who has the greatest manager of all time. The future Dual Crown Champion, Extreme Ninja #2! JH: Is that actual a script? Did Smarty give you that? TM: *Puts piece of paper under the announcing table* I have no idea what you’re talking about. MA: The next scheduled match is one fall to a finish and has a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first… "Bleed American" hits the arena as the crowd erupt into cheers and the heavy beat from the PA system rocks out to the crowd. Torrence comes out from behind the curtain and Jumps in the air while using both her hands to blow a kiss to the crowd. She then walks down the walkway and claps hands with the fans and then makes her way into the ring and climbs in. She walks to one side of the ring and holds her arms out and then stretches her arms out. MA: Hailing from Toronto, Canada and now residing in Cleveland. Ohio. She weighs in at 129 pounds and stands at five feet and six inches…SSSSSSSSSSSSSSHEEEEEEEEEEE ISSSSSSSSSS TOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEENNNNNNNCE COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLEMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAN~! TM: She’s going to meet her doom this week. JH: While she hasn’t been having too much good luck with her matches I think this could be where she changes that. Not to take any thing away from Ninja but him losing would make Smarty sad, and the more Smarty is sad the happier the fans along with me are. TM: That’s so cruel and horrible, you are a bad man. JH: Maybe, but it’s the truth. ”Ninja” by ICP begins to play over the P.A. system to a mixed reaction from the crowd, due to some loving Extreme Ninja #2 and some hating Smarty Smark. However the fans in attendance become confused when there is no sign of Extreme Ninja #2 or Smarty Smark, not even Paper Bag Man. Torrence walks over to Michael and asks him if he knows any thing but the ring announcer shakes his head “no”. Suddenly the ‘Tron springs to life with a image of Smarty Smark grinning from ear to ear which gets quite a few boos. As the camera pulls back we see Smarty is sitting in a chair with Extreme Ninja #2 standing beside him and Paper Bag Man behind him. Torrence walks over towards the ropes as Ninja’s music ends. Smarty Smark: I’m sure all of you fans are wondering why we are up here and not out there. Well truth be told we are still in New York City and this is previously recorded. Several of the fans in the front row and a few through out the arena dressed up like Extreme Ninja #2 are now furiously booing at Smarty for this news. Smarty Smark: I assume you fans are upset for not being able to see me live and my client. Well quite frankly that’s not my problem, its Madison Lee’s and I’ll tell you why. It all started with Extreme Ninja #2’s match against Carl Lucas. I realized that TNT and FIW as a whole is an unsafe work place for my clients. After all who represents TNT as a whole? Who is the man waving the ship’s flag? Swytch. A psycho clown who dresses like he’s a cross between a hill billy and a S.W.A.T. team member. Swytch gets a rather mixed reaction after the main event at Déjà vu’s aftermath. Smarty Smark: So unless Madison Lee does some thing about her champion soon you won’t be seeing us live, oh but we will be heard. I mean after all it could be any wrestler that could end up like how Ninja did at the hands of that freak. Or maybe even worse, maybe next time Swytch won’t be so tired out and have a K.O. count to save his opponent. Maybe he’ll try and murder them in cold blood right in front of the fans, wouldn’t put it past him. Or maybe he’ll decide to add to his collection and steal yet another TNT superstar like he did to that poor innocent flower known as Kennedy. Smarty Smark sniffles slightly and looks like he might just cry over the fact Swytch kidnapped Kennedy. Paper Bag Man pats him on the back and miraculously Smarty Smark is fine once again. Smarty Smark: Is that the kind of behavior we want a role model for the youths to have? So when little Jimmy of age twelve kidnaps a girl he liked but was too good for him he can just point to his hero, Swytch, and say it’s okay since Swytch did it? Or what if the school bully Duke beats a kid several years younger than him into a bloody pulp where he’s in a hospital bed for days, it’ll be okay since his hero Swytch did it? That is why I’ve formed the C.A.B.C. PBM: For those of you who aren’t mind readers it stands for Community Against Bad Champions. Smarty Smark: So until this is taken care of like it should be her job to do by Madison Lee I’m not going to any arenas. Paper Bag Man isn’t going to any of the arenas. Extreme Ninjas #2 refuses to even compete until some thing is done about that villain. Extreme Ninja #2 lifts up his index finger to add some thing or perhaps in protest but Smarty Smark simply continues. Smarty Smark: Not now, and I plan on revealing my other clients soon enough who’ll be doing their part to rid this problem from TNT. Since it seems like our General Manager refuses to acknowledge the problem. Till that day occurs remember…all your bases belong to Smarty Smark! The fans jeer once again as Smarty Smark grins once more and Extreme Ninja #2 lowers his head in sadness as the Tron cuts out. Torrence Coleman turns back to Michael who looks around and tries to figure out what to do. MA: Uh…well…I guess due to the opponent not being able to make it this match is…A NO CONTEST! JH: What a bunch of utter bull crap! TM: Finally! *Puts on C.A.B.C. badge on jacket* I was wondering when I could put this bad boy on. JH: Oh for goodness sake. TM: What? It’s the pwnzage. JH: Great Smarty is rubbing off on you, go to commercial. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] [align=center]I WANNA SEE YOUR PUSSY! SHOW IT TO ME! LET ME SEE YOUR PUSSY! SHOW IT TO ME! SHOW ME YOUR PUSSY! SHOW IT TO ME! I WANT TO SEE YOUR PUSSY! SHOW IT TO ME![/align] The bass-driven techno of Lords of Acid and that infamous chorus are all we hear as we fade in on Graver and his boy, Kenny. Graver is holding up the stereo belting this particular melody, “Say Anything…”-style at the locker room door of one April Lynn. Kenny leans over and shouts to be heard past the music. Kenny: I DON’T THINK IT’S WORKING! Graver: YEAH, YOU’RE RIGHT! Graver lowers the boom box and switches it off, sighing. He leans his head on the door. Graver: Come on, April! We know you’re in there! We followed you here all the way from that saloon! Kenny: Um… that was a salon, Mr. Graves. Graver perks and furrows his brow with this information. Graver: So that’s why the sarsaparilla tasted funny… Graver hits his chest and belches, shaking his head at the memory before slanting himself against the door again. Graver: Apriiiiiiiiil! C’mooooooooooon! He turns so his forehead rests against the offending piece of wood and pounds on it with his fist. Graver: Come oooooooooooooooon!! Pleeeeeeeeease? No response, of course. Graver: Would it help if I said I was ss-- Graver coughs and makes a nasty face. Kenny, ever-helpful, holds the boom box up again. Kenny: Want me to play this again? Graver: No, Kenny. It’s time to unleash the ultimate weapon… Graver begins pounding on the door with both hands, kicking it with one foot, and whining at the very top of his lungs. Graver: AAAAPRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLL!!! PLEEEEEEEEASE LET ME IN! I PROMISE I WON’T STICK IT THERE AGAIN, JUST OPEN THE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR! A stagehand looks confused and slightly frightened of Graver, who turns and gives the stagehand the wink-and-gun. The door finally opens, a furious-looking Mz. Lynn casting smoldering glares Graver’s way. Graver: Hey there, April. How-- April: Shut the hell up, Graver! Look, I want NOTHING to do with you! It wouldn't bother me one bit if you fell off of a cliff in a drunken stupor! You know why? Because men suck! Especially men like you! You can't be human beings. It's bad enough you're already a crude and obnoxious individual, but you have to take it one step further and deceive people so that you can try and steal what you can't get on your own. Well, I'm sick of being lied to by people that I already don't like. I'm sick of being deceived by people who aren't worth my attention in the first place. I'm sick of you, I'm sick of Sean, and I'm sick of Remy. Men are dicks! And you, Graver, are the biggest dick of them all! With that, April slams the door shut in Graver’s face before he has a chance to get a word out. However, instead of looking defeated, he turns to Kenny with a grin. Graver: Pay up. Kenny: Wha? Graver: I said pay up. You bet me she didn’t really have sex with me, and this proves she did! Kenny: What? How do you figure? Graver: She JUST said I was the biggest dick out of all of those guys! Meaning, y’know. Out of all the cocks she’s been slapped with, mine was the mightiest! So, pay up! Kenny sighs, unable to argue with that logic and digs in his pocket as we fade elsewhere. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will determine the number one contender for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!! TM: Kailey’s going to have her work cut out for her tonight. JH: Don’t be so sure about that, Thomas. She may have had her biggest test at Déjà vu. This is just another bump in the rocky road of her life. TM: Could you be any lamer? MA: Introducing first, standing at 5 feet and 8 inches from Nashville, Tennessee. She is… KAILEY…LAAAAAANNNEEE!! "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd before moving to her corner to psyche up. JH: As usual the crowd is behind Kailey. TM: Pffft. Until they find somebody else to latch on to. Leaches, that’s what they are. They bleed you dry and move onto the next hot thing. JH: *rolls eyes* Of course. MA: And her opponent, standing at 6 feet and 2 inches from the City of Angels. He is the ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION… HE IS… DANTE… COOOOOOLLLEEESSS!! The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a chorus of hateful boos. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage with his championship in hand and company in the form of TNT general manager, Madison Lee. TM: It looks like Madison is going to be supporting Dante from ringside tonight. JH: Oh joy of joys, we are so lucky to be graced by her magnificent presence. TM: Damn right we are. It couldn’t get any better than this! The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring, Madison trailing only a few steps behind him. Reaching the ring apron he sits on the middle rope and pushes the top rope up allowing Madison easy entrance into the ring. Once she’s inside, Dante swivels around and slips through the ropes himself. Dante hands the UEC belt over to Madison and she happily hoists it into the air for the crowd. Dante stands in front of Madison, dropping a knee to the canvas and posing with flexed arms turning the heat up more on the duo. JH: I should have realized sooner that it was only a matter of time before Madison would get her hooks into another promising talent. TM: All Madison did was point Dante in the right direction. Don’t start your little conspiracy theories again on how he sold out for the gold. Madison gives Dante a word or two of encouragement before taking his belt and slipping back out of the ring. Dante stands in the nearest corner and loosens his arms up, grinning over at Kailey and giving her a nod. She shakes her head in response and narrows her eyes on her opponent. [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] The bell rings at Tony Clarke’s command and the match begins. Dante saunters out of the corner and extends his hand to Kailey. She looks down at it with a cautious glance then back up to Dante’s grinning face. TM: See that? Dante’s trying to do the honorable thing and shake her hand and she’s refusing. JH: Can you blame her? The man flat out told everybody he thought it was her fault he lost to Ragin’ in their last confrontation. TM: Well technically it was, but let’s not dwell on that. I know it’s hard for you. Kailey shakes her head again and waves at Dante to come on. He retracts his hand and shrugs then charges at Kailey with a clothesline she’s able to duck. Kailey spins around before Dante and catches him with a lightening quick kick to the shoulder that sends him stumbling chest first into the turnbuckles. Dante whips around and grins at Kailey, nodding his head. Kailey takes a step back to the center of the ring allowing Dante to follow. He takes a step toward her and charges again, and again Kailey is able to avoid any contact by side stepping. JH: Oh and two for Dante so far. Kailey’s got the right idea but using quick feet to stay out of the way. TM: She’s just scared. Of what, I don’t know. Dante wouldn’t hurt her, despite the fact she stabbed him in the back and twisted the knife. JH: And if she did, he should be used to it. After all, Kennedy did it first. TM: She did no such thing! She just recognized that at that point in her career she needed better things and Dante was just holding her back. At least he finally came to his senses. JH: And conveniently it happened when Carlos Kane fell out of good graces with Kennedy and Madison and now Kennedy is missing. TM: Can we not talk about that? It still pains me to know she’s in the clutches of that psychopath, Swytch. Kailey and Dante stand a few feet away from each other, circling around the ring. Kailey stays alert and on her toes ready for whatever her bigger opponent has in store. Dante seems to be more nonchalant about it all, his steps a little more relaxed and still sporting that damned grin on his face. The expression fades and he lunges again. Kailey sees it coming and immediately steps forward and to the side. Her eyes grow wide in shock when she realizes her mistake and that’s when the elbow CRACKS the back of her head. TM: HA! Suckered her in this time and she paid the price with a back elbow to the head. JH: Pretty clever on Dante’s part, but it’s far too early to be that confident. Kailey doubles over and clutches the back of her head. Dante swings around and hooks her into a front face lock. Grabbing her chaps he lifts her up and brings her down with a vertical suplex. Quickly floating over, he’s on his feet in no time and quickly planting his boot in the middle of her chest. JH: How cocky can you get? TM: From what I’ve heard, pretty cocky. Hitchen doesn’t quite catch the inflection of Moore’s voice on the first syllable because he’s too busy being angry at Dante’s arrogant cover. TC hits the mat and slaps the canvas for a one count before Kailey effortlessly throws her shoulder up. JH: Barely even a one count, but what would you expect after a cover like that. TM: He was being a gentleman. Do you just expect him to sprawl himself all over Kailey? JH: Well if he wants to win this match he’s going to have to do it sometime. TM: You’re such a pig sometimes. JH: ME?! Dante looks down at Kailey, circling around then booting her in the face, except luckily for her she rolled to safety. Grabbing the ropes she pulls herself to her feet and ducks another incoming strike in the form of an elbow. Dante’s chest bounces off the ropes and he spins around…BAM!...right into a roundhouse kick. Dante staggers back into the ropes with a look of shock on his face that’s quickly replaced by the look of Kailey’s boot in his face. JH: Two kicks to the face and Dante is reeling. TM: She’s attacking on the ropes! That’s illegal! Where’s the count? Where’s the disqualification? JH: Shut up, will you. TM: I will not! First she’s using chairs and now this! JH: Blow things out of proportion much? TM: NEVER!! The crowd quickly rallies behind Kailey drowning out the incessant canvas beating of Madison. She shoots a nasty look at Kailey, but the Tennessee native is too busy stalking after Dante. He peels himself off the ropes and she strikes with a stiff kick right across his midsection. Dante doubles over gasping for air and drops to a knee after Kailey DRIVES her elbow into the base of his neck. JH: You’ve got him down, Kailey, now keep him there. TM: Some professionalism, Hitchen. You’re supposed to be impartial. JH: Impartial my eye. Why should I be impartial when Kailey’s going up against the odds every week? TM: Nobody held a gun to her head and made her come to the arena. Kailey runs to the ropes as Dante starts to rise to his feet. She rebounds just as Dante gets a steady base and whips him around with a swinging neckbreaker. Kailey gets back to her feet with Dante flat on his back and manages to slip out onto the apron. She grabs the top rope, leaning back and using the cord to slingshot herself back into the ring crashing her shoulders right into Dante’s abdomen. Kailey leans back into the man and hooks his leg. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!![/align] JH: Kailey showing off some of that cruiser ability with a tope atomico that nearly got her a three count. TM: As if you could win a match with that ridiculous flippy floppy crap. JH: You don’t seem to mind when Kennedy does it. TM: That’s different. She actually knows how to do it right. Kailey heaves herself up to her feet and the split second she wasn’t looking was all he needed to grab her ankle and twist his leg around her own and force her to the mat. Kailey crashes in a heap next to Dante. He swivels his hips under himself and leans up to his knee, adding just a bit of pressure to Kailey’s own bent leg before he releases it. TM: Dante is a master of all martial arts. JH: Really? I didn’t know that. TM: Not really, but you shoulda seen the look on your face. Idiot. JH: Sod off. Dante is back to his feet and leering down at Kailey who’s clutching at her once painfully twisted knee. He grabs her hair and pulls her to her feet in one swift motion. Dante leans Kailey against the ropes and outright slaps her across the face. JH: What the hell!? How can he just disrespect her like that? TM: It’s easy. *slaps Hitchen* JH: *flails* QUIT IT! Dante smirks then whips Kailey across the ring with some force. She rebounds off the ropes right into Dante’s uplifted knee. She doubles over his leg, gasping for air at the sudden blunt trauma to her abdomen. He grabs her around the head and SNAPS backwards suddenly, driving her head into the canvas!! TM: DEE DEE TEEEEEUUUHH!! Dante nips up to his feet much to Madison’s delight. She gives him an approving nod, clapping her ands as Dante takes a second to strut around Kailey. He kicks the woman in the ribs once or twice, just hard enough to toy with her and be annoying. Kailey swats at the intrusive boot angrily only to have it return harder in her ribs. JH: This is just ridiculous. Is he going to wrestle the damn match or play these annoying games all night? TM: It’s called strategy, Hitchen. Get a clue. Dante grabs to fistfuls of Kailey’s hair, ripping her backside off the canvas and up to her feet. He forces her to back pedal quickly then throws her into the turnbuckles back first. She’s stunned just enough not to catch the elbow cracking her in the side of the jaw. JH: For crying out loud, she’s in the corner. Break it up, ref! TM: You want them to wrestle the damn match, now you don’t. Make up your mind. JH: He could at least acknowledge the basic rules. Dante turns his back on Kailey, holding his arms out to the side and nodding his head. The fans shower him with adoration, you know the kind where they wish for your sudden death and actually hiss at you. Anyways, Dante plays up to the crowd’s disapproval long enough to finally win them over. They roar to life, cheering madly...BECAUSE KAILEY’S OUT OF THE CORNER AND HAS DANTE LOCKED IN THE SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT!! JH: SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT!! She’s got it locked in!! TM: Dante’s too big, she can’t get a good lock. And just as Kailey starts to get Dante completely into the hold, he whips forward, bending at the waist and sends Kailey flying overhead. Dante drops to the canvas and rolls under the bottom rope to the floor. He looks back into the ring, staring wide-eyed at Kailey as she’s getting back to her feet. Madison is quickly in Dante’s ear with some important bit of strategy or something. TC sees fit to do his referee thing and start a count on Dante. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! TM: See, I told you. And smart move by Dante. Not only did he fend off Kailey’s finisher, but he’s regrouping on the outside and getting some helpful advice from Madison. I don’t need to you how helpful she can be. JH: Right. She’s all knowing and wise and whatever inane thing she comes up with, it’ll be exactly what Dante needs to win this match. After having shared a wonderful discussion about whatever, Dante and Madison are both looking at Kailey. She’s leaning over the top rope telling Madison some of the more colorful words she knows. Madison starts around the ring, climbing the steps onto the apron and stepping around to the walkway. SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! JH: Uh oh. She’s got something planned. The evil bitch, I knew Madison couldn’t keep her nose out of this! And that plan involves Dante joining her on the apron, looking at Kailey in the ring, Dante and Madison start to…OH MY GOD!! THEY’RE…backing their way up the walkway? TM: Wait, what the hell? JH: Are they leaving? Kailey looks up the walkway in confusion. She sends her gaze over to TC when she hears the referee counting… ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! Madison and Dante stop somewhere around halfway up the walkway, grinning back at Kailey. JH: What the hell game are they playing? TM: *gasps* Maybe Kennedy’s gonna jump Kailey from behind!! I can’t wait!! OH OH!! Maybe it’ll be Nadia!! The pair on the walkway resume backing up the walkway until they’re nearly to the stage. SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN! TWENTY! DING! DING! DING! The bell rings at TC’s request and the fans, Hitchen and Moore, and most of all Kailey, look on in complete shock as Dante and Madison stand on the stage now. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP… KAILEY… LAAAAAANNNEEE!! JH: I don’t believe it, Kailey’s the number one contender. That means… TM: *grinning like an idiot* That means she gets to step into the ring with Swytch! BRILLIANT! Madison you little vixen, you’ve outdone yourself again. JH: WHAT?! TM: Don’t you get it, Hitchen? Ugh, I don’t have time to explain this to you. I’ll draw you a diagram later. “Defy You” blares over the arena speakers as TC raises Kailey’s hand in victory. She still can’t quite grasp what the hell just happened, but at least she doesn’t have to see Dante and Madison’s smug grins anymore as they’ve left behind the curtain. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Feb 22 2006, 03:23 AM Post #4 |
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“Hey Now” hits the speakers and the crowd explode for their favourite silent giant. Strobes search the auditorium before returning to the entranceway to pick out his massive silhouette cast against the entrance. [align=center]I'm a menace to society baby The police wanna relocate me They running with gun up but they can't fade me They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy I ride one in the chamber, gun on cock '6-tre Chevrolet rollin without no top Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop California to Virginia Timmy making it hot [/align] TM: Man, Hitchen, y’know what this entrance music reminds me of? JH: I don’t think I care. He steps forward onto the walkway, his eyes focused completely on the ring as his partner Remy steps out from his impressive shadow. The two begin their trek toward the ring, Remy bopping to the beat and generally trying to have a good time, Carl remaining as stoic as ever. MA: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana… being accompanied to the ring by Remy Barteaux… CARRRRRLLLLL… LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCAAAAAAASSSSS!!! [align=center]Taking long rides in the G4 plane X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane Yeah! Got the world saying my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, c'mon! Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody[/align] TM: HYPE! WORD ON THA STREETZ, WORD IN THA HOUSE! THE C-A-R-L IS BACK IN AXXXION, MOTHAFUCKA!! JH: Do that again and I’ll hang you using your own penis. TM: Don’t playa hate, Hitch-Bitch. Mothafucka gets it done, word! As the chorus kicks in the two Cajuns reach the ring, Remy dropping down to the side and moving to a natural position as Carl steps in over the top rope. He walks across the ring, grabbing a hold of the top set of cables and tugging at them as if to test their integrity. Seemingly happy they can hold his weight, Carl turns back to the entranceway to await the start of his match. [align=center]The house lights drop and smoke billows out onto the stage as the opening chords to "The Outsider" are strummed out into the arena. A dim glow peeks through the smoke and begins to pulse with the beat. "Help me if you can It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired So could you please..." The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a figure appears on the stage amidst the smoke and pulsing lights. The figure wades through the smoke and stops at the top of the walkway causing the crowd to cheer for the painted man before them...Swytch. TM: Why the hell does the crowd cheer this guy!? I mean, he’s a kidnapper, a psychotic, and plus I hear he pees sitting down! JH: Well, I can’t condone kidnapping, but I also think Kennedy learned her lesson in messing with the poor bastard. Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires MA: And his opponent! From Odessa, Texas… he is your DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… THISSS!!! ISSSSS!! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSWWWWWYYYYYYYYYYYYYTCHHHHHHH!!!! Swytch raises the SoH and GHC titles into the air, staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes and his murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin. He treads down the walkway to the ring, stepping along the apron to the corner where he starts to climb. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle once again raising the titles into the air. You're lying to yourself again Suicidal imbecile... He steps over the ropes and drops down into the ring, falling backwards against the turnbuckles. Swytch sits on the middle pad lazily, his head twitching slightly as he waits for the match to start.[/align] [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] Swytch gets a running start right out of the box but Carl catches him and THROWS him into the ropes more than whips. Swytch catches the top rope and nearly goes over, but gets a little help as Carl comes in from behind, DRILLING SWYTCH OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! JH: What an explosive start to this match! TM: You got that right! And Carl’s already running the show! HA! Swytch is dumped over the top rope by that notorious fiend gravity. Remy picks him off the floor and gives him a pat on the back before shoving him back into the ring. TM: Man, Remy’s a great guy with great manners, y’know? Always willing to give a whelping hand. Carl pulls Swytch to his feet, and swats away a retaliatory toe kick before FORCING Swytch against the ropes and RIPPING open his S.W.A.T. vest and laying the SLAP down across his man-tit! JH: Dear Christ! I heard that one from all the way over here! TM: ‘Course ya did, Hitchen. There’s a mic under the ring-- JH: KAYFABE. A red hand glares at Carl from Swytch’s chest, which just encourages him to lay ANOTHER fierce palm across the Dual Crown champ’s pecs. Swytch finally manages to force Carl away with a low kick. Carl fires back with an overhead fist that HAMMERS him back against the ropes, but keeping Swytch down is like trying to control problem acne. He pops up and CRACKS a fist across Carl’s jaw! JR Bot: RIGHT HANDS!! RIGHT HANDS!!! RIGHT HANDS FROM THE CHAMP!!! Carl doesn’t take kindly to that and shows him how it’s done with a hateful fist of his own! TM: See there, Carl’s showing Swytch how to get it done. With big giant meatfists. JH: Meatfists? Swytch’s eyes go a bit googly before Carl grabs him by the throat, YANKS him off his feet and tosses him away like an old toy. Carl gets a running start and lands a VIOLENT stomp into Swytch’s ribs! Swytch pushes himself off the mat, but Carl grabs him by the shoulders and forces Swytch’s head onto the second rope. Carl then proceeds to sit on Swytch’s head, grabbing the top rope for extra leverage (as though he needs it) and FORCING downward upon Swytch’s neck! TM: HA! Carl’s assaulting Swytch with that bear hung of his we hear so much about. JH: That’s just sick. The DC throws some angry punches at Carl’s ribs and abs, but it’s the referee’s five count that eventually forces Carl to retire the move. Remy seems pleased, clapping and whistling from the outside at this fine spectacle Carl is putting on. Carl walks back toward the ropes where Remy is and gives him a grin and nod as if to say “check me out, I’m the shit”. Swytch gets to his feet and TEARS after Carl, but the big ‘ol golem just turns and raises a boot-- TM: SOLE BROTHER!!! --that MISSES SWYTCH’S HEAD BY INCHES AS THE CHAMP TAKES CARL TO THE MAT!!! JH: SPEAR!! Swytch begins laying in fierce and furious punches to Carl’s face, despite Logan Black’s protests. The decently fit referee finally is forced to pull Swytch away from Carl. TM: WHOA! I can’t believe Swytch just did that! Logan’s got a set of balls on him! JH: Oh, you know it’s just because of Madison’s orders that this is to be a physical punishment for Swytch kidnapping Kennedy. Logan Black’s a snake and a coward like pretty much everyone associated with Madison! TM: How DARE you say that!? Madison is a saint! A paragon of virtue! A… a…. she’s a POPE! Swytch turns to Logan with fire in his eyes, but he backs up, hands in a submissive gesture. Swytch starts to turn back around, but doesn’t have time as he’s COLD-COCKED by a big hamfist! TM: HAMfist. That’s the word. Heh. “Meatfist”. What the hell were you thinking, Hitchen? JH: *sighs* Swytch goes down to the mat, temporarily knocked loopy. He shakes it off and gets pulled up and into Carl’s arms in a tight bear hug! Carl puts the squeeze on, Swytch kicking and squirming to get out of the giant’s grasp. JH: Carl’s got a mighty tight bear hug locked in on Swytch, there. I wonder if the champ can take the pressure? TM: Are you kidding? Of course he can’t! It’s a good thing this isn’t a title match, or else Swytch’d be losing those pretty precious belts of his! Logan asks Swytch if he wants to submit, to which Swytch replies with a string of obscenities. Swytch flails his legs a bit more before one lands -WHACK!- right in the jewels of the bayou! TM: NO! The bear hung! JH: You seem awfully concerned for Carl’s nether-regions tonight, Thomas. Something you want to tell us? TM: Yeah. I bone your “mum”. JH: Touché, salesman. A tear wells in Carl’s eye as he releases the hold and stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Swytch wastes no time recovering and mounts an offense, kipping onto the second rope and pounding fists into Carl’s cranium! [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!! FIVE!! SIX!! SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! NINE!!! TEN!!!! ELEVEN? TWELVE!?!?![/align] Once again, Logan Black pulls Swytch down off the ropes. Swytch doesn’t even pay attention to him and RAMS a knee into Carl’s abs! He holds onto both ropes and JAMS another leg under the ribs of Carl, knocking the wind right out of him! JH: Swytch is all ferociousness and ferocity tonight, fans! This man is livid at… at the WORLD, and he’s taking it all out on Carl here. TM: Oh please. Like the measly world could get Swytch this angry. There’s only one girl with that kind of talent, the sadly still-missing Kennedy! Swytch runs off while Carl sucks in some O2, dashes back and SCRAPES A YAKUZA KICK ACROSS CARL’S CHEEKBONE!! He gets back up on the second ropes and hooks a chancerie around Carl’s noggin. Swytch drops back-- JH: This is gonna be one HELL of a DDT!! NO!! Carl has a tight hold around Swytch’s waist as he powers out of the corner and FLATTENS the Dual Crown champion to the mat! TM: HA! Or one HELL of a spine buster! Check out that power! That strength! Carl stands tall and mighty before stepping to Swytch’s side and DROPPING A GARGANTUAN ELBOW ACROSS HIS STERNUM!!! Carl holds the position and Logan drops to count! [align=center]ONE! TWO--NO! Swytch kicks out![/align] JH: I’m not really sure what Carl was thinking, there. Covering with an elbow drop rarely wins matches above midcard talent… TM: Oh, NOW who’s breaking kayfabe? Carl picks Swytch back up and throws him into the opposite corner, shaking the ring with the impact. He BLASTS Swytch in the face with a right hand and JAMS a shoulder into his jaw! White paint mars Carl’s shoulder now, but Carl doesn’t seem to give much of a shit as he grabs Swytch by the short and spikies, dragging him back to the center of the ring. Swytch breaks free and throws a kick Carl’s way, but Carl catches it and forces Swytch backward before CLOTHESLINING THE SNOT OUT OF SWYTCH ONCE MORE!! TM: LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-- JH: Chop to the throat! TM: --OOOOOOO--*GACK!* JH: NO! No lariat! No indeed! Swytch ducks under the meaty forearm and hits the ropes, coming back with an--IT DOESN’T MATTER!! Swytch flies at Carl but is caught YET AGAIN in a bear hug! TM: *coughs* I TOLD you, Hitchen! This match is gonna end on a submission, *hack* mark my words! Carl doesn’t have Swytch’s arms this time, though, and Swytch WAILS on his Milk Dud head until Carl breaks the hold. JH: Well it certainly wasn’t that submission-- The champ drops to his feet and leaves them just as quick, spiraling into a leg lariat that FORCES Carl to the mats! JH: LEG LARIAT!! Swytch is taking everything he’s got to Carl tonight! TM: Because he NEEDS to, Hitchen! Swytch has gotta give 110% if he hopes to defeat this manolith! JH: “Manolith”? Swytch rolls away and collects his breath as he rises. Carl is (for once) quick to rise as well, and the two COLLIDE with each other in the center of the ring! They lock horns, and Carl quickly finds the upper hand, pulling Swytch up into a gorilla press! TM: Swytch is Goin’ Down to Old Town! Carl hoists the madman sky high, but Swytch slides out of grasp and down Carl’s back to yank him down into a reverse chancerie!! JH: MIND FUCK!! NO! Carl shoves Swytch off, but in the process gets dropped to the mat. Carl rolls to his stomach and pushes up, only to get a RUNNING KNEE IN THE FACE BY SWYTCH!! JH: Swytch with the stiffest kick I’ve seen in AGES!! I’m surprised Carl isn’t bleeding! TM: Carl ain’t got TIME to bleed, Hitchen! He’s too hard-as-nails! Remy suddenly hops onto the apron, grabbing Swytch’s attention. Swytch isn’t looking at him for a NANOSECOND before Remy throws a FISTFULL OF GLITTER INTO SWYTCH’S EYES!!! JH: Oh, WHAT THE BLOODY BUM FUCK WAS THAT!? TM: I think you’ll find it was glitter, Hitchen. JH: I bloody well KNOW what it was, I mean how can Remy pull that off without getting disqualified!? TM: I don’t think Logan saw it. JH: Don’t think he saw it my shiny metal ass! Swytch claws at his own face and stumbles backwards. Carl climbs to his feet as Swytch scrapes the shiny pretties from his vision, but not in enough time! Carl forces Swytch’s head between his legs and pulls him up for a huge powerbomb! TM: THE HARD GOODBYE!!! BUT WAIT!! Swytch grabs onto Carl’s head like there’s no tomorrow and pulls his leg free from Carl’s shoulder! He releases his head and half-standing on him, swings it around to circle his arm and wrap around his head!! JH: HOLY BLUE HELL!! SWYTCH JUST LOCKED IN A STANDING TRIANGLE CHOKE!! Of course, that fiend gravity steps in, sending them both CRASHING to the mat, but Swytch maintains the hold!! Logan seems to be too distracted “yelling” at Remy to ask Carl if he wants to give up, and the big man looks to be in pain. Carl bangs his fist on the mats, trying to divert his nerves’ attention so he can find a way to break free. JH: The triangle choke is a deceptively painful move. It may look simple, folks, but that’s a TON of pressure around Carl’s neck, and just the angle on that arm must be causing SO much agony right now… Swytch torques the arm and Carl growls in pain, but realizes he’s too far away from the ropes to reach them, even with his outstretched hand. Realizing their proximity to the ropes behind him, Carl loosely attempts to hook a leg over the near bottom rope, but Swytch scoots himself around so that it’s just impossible. JH: Great ring presence by Swytch! TM: Swytch!? What about CARL!? Carl was gonna get the bottom rope! He KNEW it was there! JH: But Swytch recognized the threat and countered it. TM: Then he doesn’t have great ring presence, he’s got counter-ring presence! JH: Oh, shut the hell up! Not beaten, Carl rolls sideways onto his stomach, but Swytch curls his body to avoid a simple rollover counter. Carl gets his free hand under him, and PUSHES UP OFF THE CANVAS!! JH: MY GOD!! IS HE STANDING UP!?! WITH SWYTCH STILL YANKING ON HIS HEAD AND ARM, CARL STANDS THE FUCK UP AND TRUDGES TOWARD THE ROPES!! TM: HE IS!!! HE IS!!! CARL’S GONNA BREAK FREE!!! Swytch gyrates and fidgets wildly, cranking the arm in ways it shouldn’t be pulled and cutting off even more oxygen to Carl’s brain. The big man staggers… he falls to a knee! AND GOES DOWN!! TM: NOOOOOO!!! Logan can’t help but take notice of this and, sighing, checks on Carl. He lifts the massive arm once… … nothing. Twice! … it falls again. Shaking his head and taking a breath, he lifts it a third time! AND IT FALLS!!! [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by submission…. SWWWWWWYYYYYYYYYYYYYTTTTCHHHHH!!! JH: Well you were right, Thomas; the match finished by submission! TM: Shut up! Just shut up! Swytch refuses to release the hold, pulling and going crazy on Carl’s arm. Logan attempts to pull Swytch off, but just can’t get the leverage. TM: Hey, some champion! Get the hell off of poor Carl, Swytch! The match is OVER! Remy slides in as well, concerned for his obviously forced-into-sleep partner, assisting Logan in removing Swytch. The two pull jointly on the maniac, but Remy stops as SWYTCH BITES HIM ON THE ARM!! TM: OH COME ON!! That’s all KINDS of illegal! How can you condone a champion like that, Hitchen!? JH: Desperate times call for desperate measures, Thomas! TM: That wasn’t desperate! He fucking BIT Remy! That’s VAMPIRISM! CANNIBALISM!! They finally pry him loose, but before they could even attempt to control him, Swytch shrugs them off, THEN CRASHES INTO LOGAN LIKE A WILD ANIMAL!! TM: AND NOW HE’S ATTACKING POOR LOGAN BLACK!! JH: I said it before, Swytch is LIVID!! He wants to make everyone feel his suffering, and Logan Black is his next target!! Swytch grabs Logan by the head and begins DRIVING knees into it, SMASHING and CRACKING his legs against the poor referee’s head. Blood blossoms crimson on the white mats, and a herd of security and backstage officials once again flood the ring to pry Swytch away! TM: This is ridiculous!! This is INSANE!?! How can Madison let this happen!? RK checks on his fallen comrade as the burly security guards hold Swytch back, BUT THE PAINTED FREAK BREAKS LOOSE!!! He slides out under the ropes and turns, spittle flying from his lips as he shouts at his enemies. TM: HIDE ME, HITCHEN!! JH: Well Madison's plan backfired. Carl Lucas was not able to stop Swytch tonight. I don't know if anyone can stop this man! TM: Dante will! I know the Icon'll stop this crazy freak! He wouldn't let us all down! JH: Well that remains to be seen. Ladies and gentleman, that's all the time we have! Join us next week. TM: Hopefully Kennedy'll be back! You wouldn't dare miss that! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: skull cowboy def. Curtis via pinfall Alex Evans def. Chris Love via pinfall Extreme Ninja #2 drew Torrence Coleman via forfeit Dual Crown Contendership Kailey Lane def. Dante Coles via count-out Swytch def. Carl Lucas via knock-out |
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