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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; February 28, 2006 | |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 1 2006, 12:02 AM Post #1 |
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Opening to the ringside area of the Verizon Wireless Arena in Manchester, New Hampsire, we find our commentary team for the upcoming match sat behind the Throwdown announce table. Miguel: “Hola, mi amigos. Miguel Vargos and Dominic Stone here at ringside in Manchester, New Hampshire for a Tuesday Night Throwdown dark match spectacular..” Dominic: “Spectacular? How does that figure?” Miguel: “Well, we saw these two teams fight last week and they were pretty impressive, so to have a rematch with all of the issues between them should make it an extraordinary match. Last week, Birch and Oak, The Environmentalists, lost to the team of ‘Driftwood’ Travis Payne and ‘Timber’ Martin DeBourne, better known as The Lumberjacks. After the match, Oak grabbed a chair and whacked both of The Lumberjacks for laying their hands on Fern..” Dominic: “Ah yeah. So basically, the big guys are going to beat the crap out of the tree-hugging gypsies. You’re right; this will be spectacular! A spectacular blood-bath!” We pan away from the announce table to the ring, where announcer Michael Anderson is stood with a microphone in hand, alongside official Logan Black. Michael: “The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit. Introducing your referee for the contest, Logan Black” The PA system roars into life with “Earth Song” by Michael Jackson and the crowd boo as Logan gives a mocking wave, and then turn their attention toward the entrance area and fall silent for the out-coming team. The green-haired Birch bounces through the curtain and begins jumping around on the stage and the dungaree-wearing Oak bursts out, pointing out at the crowd with a big grin on his face, whilst Fern saunters down the catwalk, throwing daisies to the fans in the front row. Michael: “Introducing first, from the underground tunnels of the Brazilian rainforest and weighing in at a combined three-hundred and ninety-seven pounds. They are accompanied to the ring by the beautiful Fern - the team of Birch and Oak; THE ENVIRONMENTALISTS!!” With the crowd remaining silent, Fern climbs through the ropes into the ring and begins waving to the crowd, whilst Birch and Oak make their way down the catwalk, reaching down to try and slap hands with the uninterested fans on the front row. However, before the duo can make it into the ring, the hulking masses of Travis Payne and Martin DeBourne appear from behind and smash Oak across the back of the heads with the handle of their chainsaws, sending him sprawling into the ring ropes, before Travis levels Birch with a stiff haymaker. Miguel: “Dios mio! What horrible shots!” Dominic: “Ha, The Lumberjacks aren’t taking any of their crap! They just beat them over the head with those industrial-strength chainsaw handles! Using the actual blade would’ve been more fun, though..” Miguel: “You’re a sick puppy..” As Birch rolls through the ropes into the ring, Travis and Martin throw their chainsaws down to the ringside mats and split up, with Travis entering the squared circle, whilst Martin pulls Oak up to his feet by his hair and leads him back up the catwalk toward the stage. Reaching the top of the catwalk, Martin grabs ahold of the back of Oak’s head and charges forward, launching him face-first into the steel wall that holds the TNTtron in place, then turns and heads back for the ring as the Environmentalist slowly slumps down onto the stage in a heap. Back in the ring, Travis pulls Birch to his feet and forces him into the corner, then begins firing off brutal right hands to the temple, prompting Logan Black to sound the bell and get the match officially started. [align=center]=====[/align] Miguel: “This isn’t right. The Lumberjacks jumped The Environmentalists and beat their brains in with the plastic casing on those chainsaws, and now Martin just scrambled Oak’s head against the stage, yet Logan sounds the bell and lets the match get started..” Dominic: “He’s an extremely competent official, Miguel. It all happened before the match could get started, so there’s no reason to disqualify The Lumberjacks..” Having reached ringside, Martin positions himself on the ring apron and takes hold of the tag rope, as he watches Travis grab Birch’s left wrist and send him to the opposite corner with an Irish whip, then charge across the ring and flatten the Environmentalist with a brutal avalanching clothesline. As Birch staggers out of the corner, Travis grabs his left wrist and launches him back across the ring with another Irish whip to The Lumberjack’s corner, then charges in and goes for another clothesline, only for Birch to barely get his feet up in time and kick ‘Driftwood’ in the face. Travis quickly shakes off the shot and charges in again, only to get caught with a boot to the mid-section and stagger backward. Sensing an opportunity, Birch catches Martin with a reverse elbow to the face, drawing him into the ring, then charges forward and flips over his opponent, pulling Travis into a sunset flip cradle. [align=center]ONE TWO[/align] Before Logan Black can count the three, Martin quickly stoops down and hooks Birch in a reverse waistlock, then falls backward and executes a modified German suplex, sending the Environmentalist sailing overhead and crashing head-first into the middle turnbuckle pad. Dominic: “Holy moly! What a German suplex! I think Martin would’ve thrown Birch all the way to Germania with that move if it weren’t for the turnbuckles getting in the way!” Miguel: “An extremely nasty stinger of a suplex. Birch’s partner down on the stage and, well, his neck is probably broken from that German suplex.. I think Logan needs to end this now..” Ignoring the referee’s orders, Martin pulls Birch to his feet and viciously clubs him across the back with his forearm, then passes the Environmentalist to Travis, who forces Birch into a standing headscissor. Both Lumberjacks draw their thumbs across their throats to signal the end, then Travis gutwrenches Birch onto his shoulders to set up for a powerbomb, only for Birch to desperately fight back with rights and lefts to the top of Travis’ head, before slipping off his shoulders and landing safely on his feet in between his two opponents. Birch reaches back and catches Martin with a reverse elbow to the face, then ducks down as Travis lunges forward for a clothesline, causing the Lumberjack to floor his own partner. Miguel: “Where is Birch finding this energy from!?” Dominic: “Drugs! He must be smoking the pot!” Travis stares down at his fallen partner for a second, then turns around and walks into a three-quarter facelock from Birch, who attempts to drop down to the canvas for an Ace Crusher, only for the Lumberjack to block the move and shove Birch forward into the ropes. On the rebound, Travis hoists Birch into the air and spins around on the spot looking for a devastating spinebuster, only for Birch to counter with a front facelock and use the momentum to spike Travis on his head with a tornado DDT. Miguel: “Whatever is driving Birch right now, it’s getting the job done, because he just hit the biggest corkscrew DDT I have ever seen in my life! Talk about scrambling someone’s brain..” Dominic: “I’ve seen better. Plus, Birch probably just used up all of his energy on that one move and has yet to take care of Martin. Stupid tree-hugging, pot-smoking gypsy..” Completely dazed, Travis stumbles back to his feet and staggers around in a circle, allowing Birch to run in and throw his legs forward to apply a wheelbarrow bodyscissor on the Lumberjack, then reach back and hook ‘Driftwood’ in a three-quarter facelock, before throwing his legs forward in another attempt at an Ace Crusher, only for Martin to catch his legs across his shoulder and block the move. Before either of The Lumberjacks can follow up, Birch breaks the hold on Travis and swings to the side, executing a hurracanrana on Martin and sending him sprawling across the ring. Dominic: “This.. this isn’t right, damn it! Birch should be getting eaten alive in there! Eaten alive, I say!” Miguel: “The adrenaline must be flowing like crazy for Birch right now; he’s in there alone with both of The Lumberjacks and he’s actually doing a good job of holding his own!” Finally shaking off the effects of the tornado DDT, Travis backs himself into the ropes and rebounds looking to hit a clothesline, only for Birch to catch him with a thrust kick to the jaw, causing ‘Driftwood’ to slump backward to the canvas in a heap. Birch quickly heads to the ropes and slingshots himself to a seated position on the top rope, then springboards off with a back flip and crashes down onto Travis for an Arabian press, before hooking both legs for a pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THRE- MARTIN BREAKS THE COUNT!![/align] Miguel: “That was close! Martin DeBourne barely made the save there, as that picture perfect Arabian moonsault press could certainly have done the job..” Dominic: “You honestly think that fifty pound stick could put away that beefcake Travis Payne with a moonsault? It’s like a fly hitting the car windshield. You don’t feel a thing..” With Fern cheering on from ringside, Martin quickly pulls Birch to his feet and swings a right hand, only for Birch to duck down and score with a Polish hammer to the mid-section, causing ‘Timber’ to double up in pain. Birch quickly fires off a blistering chop to Martin’s chest, then backs himself into the ropes and rebounds with a clothesline attempt, only for Martin to get his left foot up and kick Birch’s arm, causing him to spin around on the spot in a daze. As Birch clutches at his arm in pain, Martin throttles him by the throat with his left right hand and lifts the Environmentalist up for a chokeslam, only for Birch to twist his body and trap Martin in a wheelbarrow bodyscissor. Birch quickly pushes himself up from the mat and reaches back to apply a three-quarter facelock, then throws his legs forward and sits down on the canvas, cracking Martin’s jaw across his shoulder for a stunner, causing ‘Timber’ to sprawl backward into the ropes, before dropping to one knee in a daze. Miguel: “DAZEY CUTTER!! That’s Birch’s signature move!” Dominic: “That was his finisher? How incredibly lame; Martin didn’t even fall over from it.. he’s just out on his feet..” Birch quickly gets to his feet and glances around the ring to check on Travis, then charges at Martin and steps up onto his out-stretched knee, before catching him with an enzuigiri, sending the Lumberjack slumping forward to the mat in a heap. Birch quickly rolls Martin over onto his back and throws his weight onto Martin’s chest for the pin attempt, only for Logan Black to refuse to make the count. Miguel: “Not again! This happened last week at a crucial point in the match! Birch had the match won, just that he wasn’t pinning the legal man and that’s the case this time around, which is heartbreaking, considering that Birch just nailed that Shining Enzuigiri..” Dominic: “There wasn’t anything shiny about that move..” The camera cuts to the catwalk to show Oak slowly staggering toward the ring with a small cut in the middle of his forehead, clenching his fists and muttering to himself as he battles to reach the squared circle. Dominic: “Damn.. I thought he was dead..” The camera quickly cuts back to the ring as Birch forces Logan backward into the neutral corner, desperately arguing the decision not to make the count, then climbs onto the middle rope and continues shouting at the referee. With Logan distracted, Travis slowly sneaks up behind Birch and nails him with an uppercut to the groin, then ducks down and lifts the Environmentalist onto his shoulders into the electric chair position. Travis quickly backs away from the corner and spins Birch around on his shoulders, prompting the Environmentalist to attempt a hurracanrana, only for ‘Driftwood’ to block the move and hold Birch upside down against his chest. With Birch trapped upside down, Travis stumbles forward into the corner and smashes the Environmentalist into the turnbuckles, then snaps backward and lifts Brich back onto his shoulders, before spinning around and driving him down into the canvas with a devastating powerbomb, stacking all of his weight on Birch for the pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THR- [/align] Before the three count can be made, Oak slingshots himself onto the top rope and springboards off with a somersault senton splash, crashing down across Travis’ back to break the pin. Miguel: “Dios mio! What a move to break the count! Oak just threw himself back into this contest with authority!” Dominic: “Wasn’t that a Swindon Bomb?” Miguel: “You mean Swanton, idiota. And yes, it was. A beautifully executed springboard version of a Swanton Bomb by Oak to save his partner..” As Travis slowly gets back to his feet, clutching at his back in pain, Oak runs himself off the ropes and on the rebound, he jumps up and catches Travis in the back of the head with his trailing leg, using it to drive him face-first into the canvas for a modified guillotine leg drop. Oak quickly gets to his feet and turns his attention to Martin, as ‘Timber’ pulls himself up using the ropes, nailing him with a pair of vicious forearms to the jaw, then spinning around and hitting a sharp back-fist, before twisting back the other way and connecting with a brutal clothesline that sends Martin sprawling backward over the top rope to ringside. Miguel: “Oak is on fire! Not literally, but you get the idea..” Slowly, Travis and Birch battle back to their feet and the Lumberjack swings a right hand, only for Birch to duck under and avoid, then jump up to nail a roundhouse kick to the side of Travis’ head leaving him dazed. As Birch backs himself into the ropes, on the far side of the ring, Oak slingshots over the top rope to ringside and crashing down onto Martin with a slingshot body press, knocking him to the mats. Dominic: “Whoa, that was right in front of us!” Back in the ring, Birch rebounds and throws his legs forward into a wheelbarrow bodyscissor, then reaches back and looks for a three-quarter facelock in preparation for the Dazey Cutter, only for Travis to block the move and twist his body around, driving Birch down into the canvas with a uranage slam, before crawling on top for a cover. [align=center]ONE[/align] Spotting the pin attempt, Oak quickly scrambles back to his feet. [align=center]TWO[/align] Desperate to break the count, Oak lunges through the bottom and middle ropes. [align=center]THREE[/align] The crowd give a mixed reaction and the PA hits with “LeatherFace Theme” as Oak falls just short of making the save for his team. Spotting the fresh Environmentalist, Travis quickly gets to his feet and staggers across the ring, falling through the ropes onto the catwalk for safety. Michael: “Your winners, by pinfall, THE LUMBERJACKS!!” Travis gets to his feet on the catwalk and allows referee Logan Black to raise his arm in victory, then stoops down and helps Martin pull himself onto the walkway, then holds up his arm and watches on as Oak tends to his fallen partner. As Fern climbs into the ring to aid her friends, Oak motions to her and she turns around to collect a microphone from Michael Anderson, before quickly handing it over to Oak. Oak: “Hey, you guys..” To make it obvious, Oak points at both of The Lumberjacks, who just look at one another in confusion as the Environmentalist continues to speak. Oak: ”Yeah, you two. Tonight, you got a lucky win ‘cos you took me out at the start of the match and got to lay an unopposed beatin’ on my tunnel-brother. Bet you’re real happy ‘bout it, too. You’re just cowardly boys working for big industry. Last week, you took me out by throwin’ me off the stage and you did it again this week, and to be honest, I’m getting’ a l’il sick of bein’ taken out, so here’s what we’re gonna do. Next week, it’s gonna be me against one of you two. I don’t care which one of you shaved gorillas I get, but I’m getting’ one of you ‘cos the heart is mightier than the machine..” With that said, Oak throws the microphone down and turns his attention back to his partner, helping Birch to sit up on the canvas and get his bearings, whilst both of The Lumberjacks look to one another and begin laughing, before turning and heading up the catwalk for the backstage area. Miguel: “What a match we just saw. The Lumberjacks effectively made it a two-on-one handicap match and still had one Hell of a job to win the thing, which I believe they did under questionable circumstances..” Dominic: “What? There was nothing wrong with the way they won that match..” Miguel: “How about the low blow? Or the cheap-shots with the chainsaw at the start of the match? The Lumberjacks got real lucky tonight and I don’t think they can pull it off next week, if they choose to accept Oak’s challenge..” Dominic: “Of course they will..” |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 1 2006, 12:07 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 to Tuesday Night Throwdown, ladies and gentlemen! We are live within the Verizon Wireless Arena in Manchester, New Hampshire! I'm Jonathan Hitchen. TM: And I'm Thomas Moore! Who's excited to see Kailey's ass-sparagus tonight? JH: Oh well, I don't look away. Err, I mean! She's in competition tonight! Teaming up with Carl Lucas to take on the Dual Crown Champion Swytch! TM: That heartless bastard still has Kennedy! JH: We don't know that for sure. He left Madison Square Garden with her but Swytch hasn't said whether he has her or not. TM: How do you know? I never know what they psycho is going on about! He said he's seen the REAL Kennedy! That sounds like something illegal, if you ask me! JH: Kailey's also said she knows the real Kennedy. That could be anything. TM: Mmmm… Kailey and the real Kennedy… that's the kind of illegal I like! JH: Ugh. We've also got a huge tag team match up tonight with major implications. Alex Evans and April Lynn will meet next week for the Cruiserweight Championship. Tonight they'll meet in a tag team match. And April's teaming with Remy Barteaux! TM: Teaming with the girl you used and tossed to the curb. Awwwwkward! JH: Not how it happens. But regardless, James Barrett will be making his debut in that match as well, teaming with Alex Evans. He's got his sights set on both the Fighting Spirit and Ultimate Endurance Championships. We'll see how he does against the current Fighting Spirit Champion. TM: Speaking of the glorified FSC, it hasn't been defended since December but next week it will be! Graver versus Loon 2.5 will determine who gets the chance. Whatever else is planned gets interrupted as the house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena, emanating a loud pop from the live arena, followed by raging guitar chords the bring about the impending boos this man tends to receive these days. JH: What is this? He is not booked for tonight. TM: That doesn't mean we don't want to see him! Whoo! Dante! "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, his championship wrapped around his sculpted waist. Dressed in black dress pants and a maroon button down shirt that shows he was far too lazy to button the top four buttons, or maybe he just wants to give the ladies a sneak peek at what they can't have. Beside him steps the general manager of TNT, Madison Lee, dressed in a matching maroon dress and black stockings. The two look each other over before heading towards the ring. TM: Even better! It's not just Dante's awesomeness, but Madison as well! This is like the greatest start to TNT ever! JH: Whoopie. TM: That sounded half-hearted, Jonathan? JH: Sorry. It was supposed to be no-hearted. The light stays focused on the pair as they walk toward the ring. Reaching the ring apron Dante walks to the corner then climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arm up to the roaring crowd as Madison climbs in under the middle ropes and retrieves two microphones ringside. Dante hops into the ring and accepts one of the microphones from Madison. Madison: Well, I must say. Never before have I had someone so… stupid on my roster. Madison chuckles, glancing back at an equally amused Dante before opting to carry on. Meanwhile, the crowd is clueless what the GM is talking about but if she's calling someone stupid, odds are it's someone they like. Madison: Last week, what we did to Kailey Lane, was just another of the many incidents in my resumé that involved me fooling each and every single one of you people. And on top of that, it was probably the easiest set-up I've ever pulled off. So I have to thank Kailey Lane for being so stupid and naïve and allowing us to give her a one-way ticket to be murdered by Swytch. Yup. Someone they like. The crowd boo even more now, as Madison lowers the microphone to gleefully take in the response. Dante remains in the background, grinning like an idiot (a sexy idiot, mind you) the whole time. Madison: However, I do have to commend young Kailey. I mean, the way she hides her fear so well by pretending that she wants to face Swytch. But, you see, Dante and I aren't as stupid as all of you people. So we can plainly see the fear in Kailey's eyes. In every quiver. The girl's knocking on Death's door and she knows it. JH: Well, I don't think Kailey's afraid of Swytch. Whether or not she should be is another question altogether but Kailey's a fighter. She'll take on anyone. TM: And if she can't beat them with her skill, she'll just introduce a steel chair into the equation. JH: Hey, that's… TM: The truth! Don't try to deny it! We have video proof! Not that I minded seeing a steel chair introduced to Ragin's skull. I quite enjoyed it, actually. And I'd enjoy the same to Swytch! Madison: So with that, I've set up this little match for Kailey tonight. You see, next week she'll challenge for the Dual Crown Championship at TNT's annual Night of Champions event. But that's not all. She's going to go one-on-one with the only man who knows where Kennedy is. And I know you people couldn't care less about the three-time Lady of the Year but Kailey does. And Kailey wants to find her. And if I can get Kailey to put her neck on the line, and bring Kennedy back to me… well, that's a risk I'm willing to take. JH: Pfft! Risk? She's not risking anything! Kailey's the one at risk! TM: Calm down, Jonathan! Kailey said she wants this! Why do you have to get involved in things that don't involve you. Madison: So tonight Kailey's gonna meet Swytch for… the first time ever, right? Madison glances back at Dante, who nods his head with a look of mild interest for the on-going threat to Kailey Lane's life. Hey, so long as his gorgeous back-side is safe, who cares what happens to Kailey, right? Madison: Of course Kailey will have a tag team partner in Carl Lucas. And I'd say the odds are pretty much in her favor. But looks can be deceiving, can't they? Swytch was able to topple Carl once already and who's to say he won't do it again? And then Kailey… well, Swytch is merciless. So there's a chance that Ms. Lane won't even survive tonight's match. And that would leave me without a Dual Crown contender next week on Night of Champions. And, honestly, I'd have no trouble finding a suitable replacement for her. Madison looks back at Dante once again, a mischievous grin curling on her lips as Dante mirrors the look, raising an interested eyebrow back at the GM. JH: Oh, don't tell me. Dante gets ushered to a Dual Crown Title match? This match with Swytch tonight is starting to make more sense. TM: Ushered? I find it disrespectful that Dante hasn't had one already! Madison: If Kailey Lane does fail against Swytch tonight and is unable to fulfill her requirement next week as the number one contender, the man that will fill her spot is none other than… Madison motions back towards Dante, the crowd already kicking up a fuss about her shifty reward system when suddenly Madison ceases her Vanna White impersonation. Madison: JJ! JH: WHAT? TM: JJ?! Swytch verse JJ! That's a history making match! That's a pay-per-view like attraction! JH: Are you insane?! The crowd are equally as confused as Hitchen and Moore, some cheering for their favorite pupil of Onikage, others booing Madison's choice as they're well aware of the Kailey/JJ connection. Madison: Now, I know Kailey and JJ have had a… "history" or what have you. And that is NOT why I picked JJ as her replacement. I mean, people! If I were to replace her with someone she's not had a "history" with… Swytch would be defending the Dual Crown Title against himself! Am I right? I'm right, aren't I? Madison asks the crowd but she turns to Dante for validation. Dante cringes for the sake of Kailey's reputation and simply nods his head. TM: Haha! Look at that! Dante got some of that ass-sparagus! JH: Oh, stop that! He did not! TM: Oh, I'm sorry, keeper of Kailey's ass-spragus! Madison: So that's done and done. Kailey and Carl vs. Swytch tonight, JJ will replace Kailey if Swytch happens to kill her tonight. It's all good. But that brings me to Night of Champions. That is next week, live here on TNT and EVERY title currently on TNT will be defended. I already covered the Dual Crown, but we will also see the Cruiserweight Title on the line as April Lynn will defend against Alex Evans… The crowd pop for the Cruiserweight Title and it's champ but boos take over the arena as the challenger is mentioned. Guess they don't like Alex. JH: That's gonna be a great match, Thomas. TM: Once Alex wins, of course! Madison: Remy Barteaux will also defend his Fighting Spirit Championship for the first time since December. He will face either Loon or Graver, whoever wins that contendership match tonight. Crowd pop for the FSC and it's champion, as well as it's first challenger. The second challenger is tougher to call. The few Graver marks hoot and holler for the drunk while the rest of the crowd boo the unsavory man. TM: It's gotta be Graver! We need a new champ! One that isn't beating up-standing gentlemen like Riggs! JH: Up-standing? You might wanna look that word up before applying it to Riggs. Madison: So that leaves us with one championship… Madison slowly turns around, her eyes settling on Dante and that gold around his finely sculpted waist. Dante looks up from his own little world, raising a questioning eyebrow towards the GM. He follows her eyes down to his title and then looks up at her with a flirty smile. JH: Oh God. He thinks she's flirting with him? She's talking about your title! TM: Whoa, wait a minute. Maybe she is flirting. I mean, Dante's a good looking guy. JH: Want me to get you a date with him, Thomas? Madison walks over to Dante, circling around him before putting a hand on his UEC belt around his waist. Madison: Dante's Ultimate Endurance Championship. Now, it's no secret he's yet to defend the title since winning it. And that's simply for the same reason he doesn't have a match at Night of Champions yet. Basically, there's no one left in Dante's league! The crowd respond just as you'd imagine. They don't think Dante's in a league of his own. In fact, they probably think less of Dante right now than most people on the roster. Stupid fans. Madison: I've been searching desperately, with no luck, to find a competent contender for Dante's belt. So, unless I can find some nobody that wants to rush into their demise next week, the Ultimate Endurance Championship will be the only title not on the line next week. Madison and Dante exchanging a glance and a shrug as if to say "them's the breaks". She has a point, right? If no one can match Dante's awesomeness, then Dante shouldn't have to defend his belt. JH: How convenient she can't find anyone to challenge Dante. I can think of two or three contenders off the top of my head. TM: Care to share, Mr. Know-It-All? JH: What's the point? Madison: Before I move on and let you all enjoy the show, I have one final announcement to make. And that is the matter of Kennedy. She will be found and returned. That is a promise. Because in two weeks, Swytch will suffer the ultimate ass-kicking of his life when he meets TNT's MVP, the Icon-- DANTE COLES! JH: What?! Dante verse Swytch?! TM: YES! Take that Swytch! That's gonna be awesome! Awesome? The crowd doesn't think so and Dante's now looking at his boss more questioningly than before. He glances around at the crowd, as if asking them if he heard what he thought he heard. Madison: The only way Swytch will be able to end this brutal assault from Dante, is by giving up the location of Kennedy. And then-- Dante: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Any of those flirty smiles and smug grins that had been on Dante’s face are long gone now. He’s looking a little bemused right now having heard Madison’s little declaration. Dante: You want me to walk away from a match so you can send Kailey after Swytch to get beaten like a dog, that’s fine. You want to punish that psychopath carrying the Dual Crown around, that’s fine. You want to get Kennedy back, that’s fine too. But don’t you think for one God damned minute that I’M going to be the one to do it. Madison shoots Dante an annoyed glance and lifts her mic, but Dante cuts her off with a polite raise of his hand. Dante: Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten just what she did to me. That woman humiliated me. She turned her back on me, and when I wasn’t looking, she stuck a knife in my back and twisted the damn thing. I’m sorry she’s stuck, wherever she is, but frankly I don’t care either. Swytch can have her and do whatever he likes to her... The crowd doesn’t enjoy the trip down the Kennedy memory lane, but they don’t like Dante’s disregard for her well-being either. Then again, there’s not a whole lot about this too like. Dante: …now that I think about it, how do you know she doesn’t wanna leave there? He’s probably got her screaming his name by name. She does have a history with the, uh, mentally unstable. Madison smiles one of those "oh no you didn't" smiles as she brings the microphone back to her lips. Madison: Excuse you. But you work for me. That means you do what I say, when I say. And I'm saying that you will be facing Swytch in two weeks and you're gonna-- Dante: Work for you? Listen here, darlin', this is what you call a partnership. That means equal amounts of control. In two long strides, Dante's standing right in front of Madison. He subtly lifts his hand to just above her waist and runs a finger just a few inches up and down her side. Dante: Unless you wanna lose control for awhile. An arch of the brow and the tiniest of steps forward puts him ridiculously close to Madison. JH: Well that's just disgusting. TM: Are you kidding? I swear, it just got twenty degrees hotter in here. Madison looks down at his hand on her waist, bringing her scowl up to look him in the face as she swats his hand away from her. Madison: Partnership? I'm the General Manager of Tuesday Night Throwdown. I'm partners with no one! I'm your boss as in do what I say! This time it's Dante's turn to scowl. Actually, if you looked close enough you might find a hint of a pout in that scowl. But that pouty scowl only lasts a second longer before the anger seeps in. Who the hell does she think she is? Oh yeah, the GM. Dante: You're pushin' it, Maddy. So far things just happened to work that I've been willing to go along. Don't give me a reason to walk away. Madison doesn't like when people try to play hardball with her and that's very evident in her facial features right now. She glares back at the Icon with unrelentling contempt. Madison: If you think you can make it without me... by all means. Madison steps aside, gesturing towards the entranceway in the distance. Madison: But maybe I should remind you of just how well you did without me. It's easy. You were the suck. Dante: You would be the expert on the art of sucking, wouldn't you, Madison. TM: What did he just say? JH: I believe he said Madison's skilled at sucking... TM: SHUT IT! Dante's eyebrows knit together angrily and he glares at Madison. He reaches behind his back and rips open the snaps on the Ultimate Endurance Championship, holding it up clearly for everybody to see. Dante: I don't recall you having a DAMN thing to do with me getting THIS! And just for emphasis, he thrusts the belt toward her, making sure she knows what he's referring to. Without another word, Dante just goes back to glaring at her, striding across the ring and stepping through the ropes. And obviously that was not what Madison was expecting. Panicked she drops her microphone and rushes after Dante, trying to reason with him but the champ's time for listening is over. JH: Well, looks like trouble in paradise. TM: How can you sit back and enjoy this?! I hope they can work this out! JH: I don't! Hopefully Dante realizes the mistake he made and this is the end of it. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] "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. TM: How does she do that, Hitchen? JH: Practice, athleticism and just plain making stuff up. TM: The stuff that people get away with doing in e-feds. JH: *whacks with kayfabe stick* Shhhhh! You can't say that word! Do you want our universe to explode?! TM: What? E-feOWWW! 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. JH: Well ladies and gentlemen, Torrence will have a great test ahead of her tonight as she squares off with that... that battle-ax. That She-devil, Kendra Norton. TM: Oh come now, how could you say that about Kendra? She's one of the finest mat technichians that TNT has ever seen. JH: Oh that's not up for dispute, Thomas. She's an amazing worker in the ring. But come on, you didn't hear her comments in the last week? All this about "Women's Wrestline is dead" and her cheap shots at April Lynn, Kailey Lane and especially Jim O'Brien? TM: She's doing what's best for her career, Thomas. In this day and age it's rare to find someone as dedicated to their work as Kendra is. A real workhorse, this gal is. [align=center]The Loud, Rockalicious chords of Motley Crue's "Looks That Kill" jolt over the PA, to which the crowd responds with a chorus of boos. As Mick Mars wails away on the guitar, the crowds jeers and displeasure intensifies as Kendra Norton makes her way out. NOW LISTEN UP SHE'S RAZOR SHARP With the Canadian flag hung over her shoulder and sunglasses gleaming from the lights, Kendra looks out into the crowd apathetically. Kendra shakes her head in dissatisfaction at the crowd. IF SHE DON'T GET HER WAY SHE'LL SLICE YOU APART Kendra begins to make her way to down the aisleway to much banter and depreciation from the TNT faithful. But Kendra remains cold, indifferent to the fans Soon, Kendra makes it to the ropes and climbs over the 2nd rope and into the ring. SHE'S GOT LOOKS THAT KILL SHE'S GOT LOOKS THAT KILL Kendra faces the public, then prodly waves the Canadian flag to which the crowd boos heavily and scoffs. After a few sways and waves of the red and white, she leans over the ropes and hangs the flag over the turnbuckle. "Looks That Kill" slowly fades out as Kendra removes her sunglasses, which she places in her jacket pocket, then removes her jacket. She leans over and places the jacket under the botton turnbuckle then begins to loosen up; shadowboxing in her corner.[/align] Michael Anderson, who's been midring all along, brings the mic up to his lips and addresses the TNT faithful. MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, thismatch is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a 33 MINUTE TIME LIMIT! "Are you just purposely screwing with me?!" Screams the 30 Minute Match Fan. MA: Introducing first - From Cleveland, OHIO! Standing Five feet, Six inches tall. Weighing in tonight at One hundred and Twenty Nine pounds... TORRRRRRRRRRENCE! COHHHHHHHHHHLEMAN! Torrence looks over her shoulder and addresses the small cheers and whistles from the crowd. MA: Her opponent - From Winnipeg, MANITOBA, CANADA! Standing Five Feet, Eight inches tall. Weighing in tonight at One hundred and Fourty Five pounds... KENDRAHHHHH! NORRRRRTAHHHHHN! And the crowd... Doesn't like her too much. As the boos rain on her parade, she smiles smugly but keeps her focus on Torrence. Michael Anderson makes his way out of the ring while Referee Richard Kelly makes his way on. He looks over to Timmy the Timekeeper, singaling him for the ol'... [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] Torrence begins to circle Kendra whilst Kendra just straight up walks in front of her. She reels back and SLAPS Torrence right in the face! In total shock, Torrence reels back and connects with a slap! No! Kendra grabs her wrist and tosses Torrence over her shoulder and grapevines her legs around Torrence's arm into a- TM: You wanna see my Hitchen impression? JUJIGATAME! TIME TO MARK OUT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *flails* JH: One - That's only for suplexes. And two - Would you stop?! But like Thomas, Torrence flails her way over to the ropes, where her feet wrap around the rope. RK's count reaches four before Kendra releases her hold on Torrence. Kendra swivels to a knee while Torrence pushes herself away from the ropes. As Torrence climbs to a knee SHE GETS A STIFF ELBOW RIGHT INTO HER MOUTH! AND ANOTHER! Kendra then grabs a handful of hair and literally drags Torrence to a corner. As Torrence clutches at her face, Kendra takes a few steps back, charges AND SICKLY SCRAPES HER BOOT ACROSS TORRENCE'S FACE! JH: Dios Mio! What a Face Wash! An-ARGH! KENDRA CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER FACE WASH ON TORRENCE! TM: Yes! Ladies and Gentlemen, Kendra Norton is the perfect wrestler! She's hot! She's technical! She's pissed off! JH: Well, what about Kennedy? TM:She doesn't SUUUUUPLEXAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!1! Rather proud of her dirty work, Kendra looks out into the crowd and points at Torrence. "Is this what you paid to see?!" she yells out. Kendra lowers her right knee pad, leaving her knee exposed. She then makes her way over to Torrence and yanks her out to a vertical base. She ducks Torrence's head under her arm into a Front Chancerie. Kendra reels her leg back AND HAMMERS HER KNEE RIGHT INTO TORRENCE'S RIBS! Kendra reels her leg back AND CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER STIFF KNEE TO HER RIBS! JH: Oh my God! She's gonna break Torrence's ribs! Kendra brings her leg back and SLAMS HER KNEE BACK INTO TORRENCE'S RIBS! Torrence yelps and pleads for Kendra stop, only for Kendra to THROW ANOTHER KNEE INTO HER RIBS! Kendra releases the Front Chancerie where Torrence crumbles to the mat. "Is that all you got?!" Kendra yells to her downed opponent. Kendra bends to her side, placing her knee pad back over her knee. Kendra steps next to the ropes and looks out into not-that-pleased crowd. Kendra begins to shout to the crowd, ONLY FOR TORRENCE TO DUMP HER OUT OF THE RING! JH: Oh my! Just goes to show what happens when you waste time. TM: Wasting time? She was addressing the public. JH: On what? TM: Erm... "Protect The Rain Forest"? Kendra isn't down on the protective padding for long as she immediately gets to all fours. Meanwhile in the ring Torrence stands bent over, clucting at her ribs, trying to catch a breather. JH: I gotta say fans, it might not be in Torrence's best interest to continue the match. She could have a broken rib or a punctured lung. Because I swear, I don't think I've ever seen Knee Lifts like that before. TM: From a woman? JH: From either gender! Kendra makes it to a vertical base and places her hands on her hips, shaking her head in her own dissatisfaction. She glances upward where we find that Torrence is kneeling by one of the corners, still clutching at her ribs, appearantly out in la-la-land. Kendra's pace quickens as she sees this. She gets right behind the corresponding corner's post, reaches in and grabs Torrence's ankles! She trips up Torrence and drags her legs out far enough so that her legs are hanging on the outside of the ring and her groin is right up next to the post. Kendra grabs Torrence's left leg AND SWINGS IT RIGHT INTO THE POST! JH: Oh no! Kendra better watch herself so she doesn't get disqualified. TM: Jonathan, relax. Kendra is a wrestling purist. She's aware of the rules. And nowhere in the rulebook does it say she can't swing her opponents leg into the ring post. JH: Wait, when did we get a rulebook? TM: They were sent in the mail. You must not have gotten it. Kendra grabs ahold of Torrence's ankle and bends it over Torrence's other leg. Kendra then lifts her other leg on top of Torrence's bent foot. Kendra then takes a deep breath before leaping and bringing her other leg around the ringpost! JH: OH MY GOD! THAT'S A FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK AROUND THE RINGPOST! TM: Wooooo! Shades of Bret Hart! Also a great Canadian. Like Kendra! Richard Kelly's count reaches Four when finally Kendra releases the hoold. She gingerly lands on her back but is back up to her feet rather quickly. Torrence pushes herself out from teh comner, wimpering like a puppy, clutching at her legs. JH: The Figure Four hurts enough; it applies pressure to seven different parts of the leg. Seven different pressure points. But around the ring post?! It's disasterous! Kendra rolls back into the ring and quickly climbs to a vertical base. Kendra approaches Torrence who's in a seated position. Kendra lunges forward and wraps her arm under Torrence's throat to apply a Dragon Sleeper and grapevines her legs around Torrence's waist! JH: Grapevined Dragon Sleeper applied. A hold made famous by Dan Severn, which he called it the "Beast Choker." TM: And it's doing just that - choking Torrence out! Torrence's arms flail about trying to find a way out of the hold while she tries to plant her feet on the ground. But her flailing soon begins to slow down and shortly Torrence goes limp in Kendra's arms (*sings* "I just diiiiiiiiiiiiiiied in your arms tonight!"). Richard Kelly swivels around and grabs Torrence's left arm. He raises it to the air... ... ... ... And it falls! Kelly raises it again... ... ... ... And it falls a second time! But as RK brings it up a third time, Kendra releases the Dragon Sleeper on Torrence but keeps her legs grapevined around her. JH: Now why wo-ARGHHHHH! KENDRA NAILS A STIFF ELBOW INTO TORRENCE'S RIBS! Kendra reels back AND CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER STIFF ELBOW STRIKE TO TORRENCE'S SIDE! Torrence immediately wakes from her near unconsciousness and yelps in pain! JH: Come on! This is going too far! Kendra would've won this match several times already but she keeps prolonging Torrence's suffering! TM: Kendra's not looking for a win, Jonathan! She's looking to make an example out of Torrence Coleman! Kendra releases her grapevine around Torrence's waist and climbs to her feet, bringing Torrence along with her. Kendra whips Torrence to the ropes. Torrence rebounds off the ropes RIGHT INTO A KENDRAPLEX! JH: Amazing. Picure perfect Head and Arm Suplex popularized by former ECW Heavyweight Champion Taz but known in FIW as the Kendraplex. TM: And did you see how Torrence landed? Right on the top of her head! That's how you compress six vertabrae into three. Torrence lies face down on the mat, clutching at her neck while Kendra sits up, looking rather proud of her dirty work. She swivels around and makes the cover... [align=center]ONE! TWO! THR - TORRENCE GETS HER FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE![/align] JH: Oh my! Torrence is still in this thing, gang! TM: Oh please. Torrence wants her suffering to be prolonged? I'm sure Kendra would have no problem with that. Agitated, Kendra gets back to her feet, taking Torrence along the way. Kendra moves and stands behind and to one side of Torrence Coleman. Kendra wraps one arm around Torrence's waist and grabs the back of her near leg with her other arm. Kendra then LIFTS TORRENCE ON TO HER SHOULDER AND FALLS BACK, DRIVING TORRENCE INTO THE MAT AT A HIGH ANGLE! JH: LEG HOOK SAAAAAAAAAAIIIIITOHHHHH SUUUUUPLEXAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!1!1!!!!!!one!!!!eleven!!!!!! TM: Shades of Shawn Michaels, and even Silent Rage, with that Teardrop Suplex! Kendra then rolls Torrence onto her stomach and locks in the Norton Stretch! JH: Norton Stretch! Will Torrence- Tap out? Yes she does! Torrence hand slaps the mat in submission! RK signals to the timekeeper! [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] MA: Your winner... KENDRAHHHHH! NORRRRRTAHHHHHN! 'Looks That Kill' cranks back over the PA bringing a chorus of boos from the TNT faithful. Kendra releases the hold on Torrence then swivels to a vertical base. She lets them know they're #1, then gets her hand raised by a displeased Richard Kelly. JH: Fans, this was just one of the most brutal women's matches I've ever seen. I've never seen such a mean streak in a female grappler before. TM: I know! Ain't it great?! JH: Well, we're going to have a few replays for you now... In slow motion, we revert to when Kendra grabbed Torrence's wrist and tossed Torrence over Kendra's shoulder and floated into a Jujigatame. JH: Now I've seen some reversals in my day fans, but never one this quick before. TM: Then why's it so slow looking? JH: It's called "Slow Motion," idiot. Anyway, it started off as an over the shoulder Arm Drag. In Judo, it's called the Ippon Seoinage. And it was worked right into a Cross Armbreaker; a Jujigatame. Great display of technical wrestling, if I may say so. The scene switches to when Kendra (slowly, cause it's slo-mo) dropped Torrence with a Teardrop Suplex. JH: Here, a new move nrought into Kendra's repitoire of manuevers. The technical term is Leg Hook Saito Suplex, but former WWE Champion Shawn Michaels popularized the move, calling it the Teardrop Suplex. TM: A very dangerous belly-to-back suplex variant. JH: Indeed. The scene then reverts to Kendra locking in the Norton Stretch and Torrence tapping out (in slo-mo, mind you). JH: And here's how the match was won - a very painful hold, the Norton Stretch. TM: The technical term would be Deathlock STF, but I don't think anyone is going to argue with Kendra on that. JH: Oh I highly doubt it. And as our replays come to an end, we find Kendra Norton standing tall and proud at the top of the walkway, soaking in her jeers and boos. Meanwhile at ringside, several trainers are looking Torrence Coleman over. TNT cues back to the gorilla position, where Kendra Norton makes her way into the picture, pushing the curtain aside. One of the Backstage Hands approaches Kendra, handing her a towel and a bottled water. BH: Good match out there. Kendra: *taking the towel and placing it behind her neck, then smiling sweet and innocently* Thanks. Kendra begins to drink some of her H2O but is interrupted as Toby Bostock makes his way into the picture, standing to Kendra's right (our left). TB: Kendra, if I could get a few words. Was there need for such brutality? I mean, Torrence isn't exactly the best wrestler but come on. Don't you think you went a bit too far? Kendra's relaxed and tired state shifts to suprise as she turns her attention to Toby. Kendra: Too far? Brutal? Toby, this is how I compete. You know that old saying "It's not how big the dog is in the fight, but how big the fight is in the dog?" Well, in just a session or two with master Onikage, I've learned that there's alot more fight in me then I ever thought. Moreso than most of the roster. And I'd love for someone to tell me otherwise. Toby's eyes to double wide and jaw drops to the floor as he backs up a few steps. TB: *pointing over Kendra's shoulders* Well... Um... He might have something to say about it. Kendra: Oh yeah? Who? Kendra turns around right into Jim O'Brien. Kendra gasps in suprise and brings a hand up to her chest as she tries to catch her breath. Jim stands before Kendra in a black suit and tie and white shirt underneath. His head is lowered to the ground but his eyes are dead set on Kendra's. For several seconds, Jim remains quiet. Calm. Though Jim smashes the silence between them like a hammer to a pane of glass. O'Brien: You're better than this. Kendra takes several steps forward and gets closer to Jim. She looks up into Jim's eyes, both eyes matching with great pain whereas Kendra's were so full of confidence only seconds ago. Kendra: It's you, Jim. You're the one who needs to change. With all of what you've to to yourself and to others and your addictions and that you need pills to keep you on your own two feet and... Kendra breaks her eye contact from Jim, then looks back up at him. Her eyes filled with excess liquid. Kendra: Jim... You're breaking my heart. You're going down a path that I can't follow. Jim raises his head high, looking down on Kendra. Not looking sympathetic in the least. O'Brien: Because of Onikage. . . ? Kendra: Because of what you've done. What you plan to do. I can't sit back and watch your downward spiral. And I'm not going to let you drag me down with you. I have too much respect for myself. Kendra steps closer to Jim, her face now only inches away from his face. Kendra: And although things are the way they are now, I'll still hope that one day you can begin to respect yourself too. That you'll stop hiding behind your excuses and your pills. *leaning in closer* Real men don't hide behind drugs, Jim. Jim ponders this over for a second, breaking eye contact with Kendra. He bites his lower lip, then looks back up at Kendra. O'Brien: When you get the chance, make sure to tell Onikage that... We've only just begun. Jim turns, then steps past Kendra and out of the picture. 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We come to a shot of what appears to be a shot of some inner city. It is night time but the street lights keep the dark alley light up. We see Chris Love wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a hooded sweatshirt sitting on top of his Dark Blue Jeep Laredo. His hood is pulled up and it appears to be a cold night as we see his breath. In the background we see several hobos huddled around a steel barrel set ablaze. Suddenly a Forest Green Ford Blazer pulls up. Brandon Bellmore gets out of the Blazer as Chris hops down off of his Jeep. Chris: God Damn it Brandon. Why the hell are we here? You said we were going to train. Is there a gym or something around here or what? Why the hell are we in the middle of freaking nowhere freezing my ass off? Bellmore: See that is your problem kid. You grew up living up upper middle class. Gym? No no kiddo. We ain’t going to no stupid gym. We are going to make you hard. You need to toughen up and you need to toughen up now. Chris: Toughen up? What the hell do you mean “toughen up”? I am plenty…………… Chris doesn’t get to finish his sentence as five thugs suddenly jump Chris. Two of them have steel pipes, one has a baseball bat, another with a slapjack and the final man has what appears to be a leg of a table. They beat Chris down to the ground as Brandon watches on. They continue to lay in a bunch of shots as Chris lays in the defensive position on the ground. Chris grabs the legs of the man with the bat and takes him to the ground with him. He elbows one of the men with a pipe next to him right in the gut. He grabs the pipe and whacks the other guy with a pipe in the ribs with a sickening CRACK. He turns to attack another of his assailants but instead receives a clubbing blow from the man with the slapjack upside his skull. Bellmore: This is what I am talking about. You were raised in a happy home. You want to be a winner? You need to get an edge and you need to get it now. You think that guys get tough in a gym somewhere in the valley with protein shakes and a personal trainer? No my dear boy you get it here, in the streets. The three men that Chris took out are back on their feet and seem content to loom over the broken body of Chris. Two of them left him up and pull him to his knees in front of Bellmore. Bellmore: Welcome to the school of hard knocks. This is only the first phase of your training. Your brother has already called me to make sure that I toughen you up. Welcome to a winner’s world. Brandon stares down out Chris as he coughs up blood. Bellmore hands the biggest man an envelope and then gets into his car. As Bellmore drives off the man counts the money inside before delivering a final kick to Chris before walking off. JH: Up next is Curtis verse Extreme Ninja #2, neither man had a good week last week. Curtis lost to the then debuting skull cowboy and Ninja’s match resulted in no contest. TM: Ahem *Straightens his C.A.B.C. badge* Actually Smarty Smark declared the reason for such and gave our so called Dual Crown Champion a verbal lashing. JH: Will Smarty and you ever get over that match? TM: Never. 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. 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. MA: Hailing from Parts Unknown he weighs in at 264 pounds and stands at six feet and two inches…HEEEEEEE ISSSSSSSSSSSS CURRRRRRRR- ”Ninja” by ICP interrupts Michael Anderson in the middle of his announcing Curtis to a decent amount of cheers and equally as many jeers. The lights dim and smoke begins to fill up the entrance way and walk way. Quite a few of the front row fans dressed up like Extreme Ninja #2 jump up and down in excitement over their hero’s entrance. However after a few moments it becomes apparent Extreme Ninja #2 isn’t arriving at this time. Curtis is pacing around the ring getting angrier and angrier with having to wait for his opponent. Suddenly the TNT’Tron springs to life with Smarty Smark’s grinning face. It seems he is so hated Smarty’s face alone can generate a negative reaction as nearly the entire arena begin to jeer. The camera pulls back revealing that Smarty Smark looks to be out in a field with Extreme Ninja #2 and Paper Bag Man. But by the golf club in his hand and PBM carrying his bag of clubs it seems they are at a gold course. Smarty Smark: Hello ignorant masses it is I, the manager of the superstars, the leader of C.A.B.C., and the head of the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark, Smarty Smark. We’re recording this at one of my many private golf courses just outside of New York City. So yes, we aren’t there tonight for this so-called match against Curtis. All the fanboys and the few fangirls who like their men mysterious of Extreme Ninja #2 jeers intensify at Smarty Smark denying them to see their hero in action. Though he obviously doesn’t hear any of them as he gives a few practice swings in the air with his gold club. Smarty Smark: Now I could discuss with you all that clown who makes a joke out of the Dual Crown, but instead I’ve decided to target another bad champion. A champion who is vile and disgusting, a champion who lacks talent and skills, just getting by with the connections they have and luck. PBM: Dante Coles? Smarty Smark turns from his practice swinging and walks over to his assistant, and then proceeds to smack PBM on top of his head with the golf club. Smarty Smark: Course not, despite his horrible taste in women Dante is actually one of the few champions right now that is respectable. Paper Bag Man rubs his head and leans down slightly to avoid any more hits from the golf club. PBM: So…you actually agree with Madison on some thing? Smarty Smark glares at his assistant as if he just said god was a big cat and Jesus Christ was really a hippo. Smarty Smark: No! That idiotic woman only sees Dante as some boy toy, where as I see the actual talent Dante has. You see unlike her I don’t use people like they are tissue and when they are all used up toss them to the side. Which actually is yet another piece of proof that shows she has inferior intelligence compared to your leader. Turning back around Smarty Smark turns his sights back onto his golf ball. He spreads his legs apart slightly and gets a good footing as he looks between the ball and where he wants to hit it. Smarty Smark: No, the champion I’m speaking of goes by one name and one name only… Smarty brings his arms back and swings, connecting with the golf ball and sending it soaring quite far. His eyes wander over to Ninja and he clears his throat getting his client’s attention who then looking rather sad as he does so claps for Smarty’s shot. Smarty Smark: April Lynn. PBM: Well this won’t end good. Smarty Smark: Shush, I’m trying to be dramatic. Not paying attention at all to Smarty Smark or Paper Bag Man Extreme Ninja #2 continues to clap slowly. The manager of the superstars looks towards his client and clears his throat getting his attention once more and Ninja ceases his clapping. He returns to looking down at the ground in a rather depressed fashion. Smarty Smark: So I’m sure you are asking me why I think April is a bad champion. Well let’s see how she originally came into Full Intensity Wrestling. By being Sean James’ arm eye candy and then even used her…let’s say talents…to lure in that Rick guy as Sean’s muscle. She tried to use such talents to do any thing in her power to give Sean James the advantage in his matches. While that is admirable in a weird kind of slutty yet faithful girlfriend way; it doesn’t set a good example for the little girls who are the fans of FIW. As they look up to women in the ring and what are they to think of when they see April doing this? Not to mention what about some of those girls getting into a near obsessive state thinking they need to fit a certain image just because April looks and dresses a certain way? That’s not a good role model for the women and girl fans out there. PBM: What about Kennedy? Smarty Smark: What about that innocent little flower? She has nothing to do with April Lynn, heck they are nothing alike. PBM: I wish I could live in that world of yours with that tinted glass you look through the world on. Smarty Smark: Would you like to have to use a straw or tube to eat for a while? Remember, I’m the one with a steel golf club here noob. PBM: Noted, please continue on this April is a whore rant. Smarty Smark: So what happens when Sean James is put up into a hospital bed by that damn thug whose name I won’t even acknowledge? Why she starts to get “friendly” with a certain slimy little shiny headed Cajun. Yeah yeah yeah, they had history in another promotion but that’s beside the point. PBM: Actually I think that’s a pretty important fact. Smarty Smark: I swear I’ll make it look like an accident, just say one more thing. Just one more single word and it’ll turn uglier than Madison Lee’s teeth. There is a long awkward pause as the two look at one another, well Paper Bag Man is actually looking at Ninja but seems to be acting like he should be looking at Smarty intensely. Smarty Smark: That’s what I thought, so she gets friendly and all lovey dovey with Remy while still with Sean. Remy and she would be just friends when she was around Sean James. When they were alone it would be all Remy and her being passionate lovers. Eventually Sean saw the light and decided to break it off before she further broke his heart. Showing how logical she is she then takes it out on Remy, blaming the Cajun for all her problems. PBM: I don’t recall it going that way… Smarty Smark: That’s it! In mid-way swing Smarty spins around and swings for Paper Bag Man’s head only for his assistant to duck and then run away off camera. Smarty Smark: At least he’ll shut up…So then when Remy and she were on the rocks she ran into the arms of Graver. She let him get his hopes up and think that there was more than there was between them. Then when he finally tried to admit how he felt and the solution to her problems with Remy her going with him instead she breaks his heart. Graver had every right to steal that cruiserweight belt and do what he did to April for acting like a tease. Though it’s not just her personality and outside the ring adventures that make her a bad champion. He snaps his fingers and Ninja bends down and sets another golf ball on the tee before standing back up. Smarty Smark: In-ring the most success April’s ever had was in either a match where Sean or Rick or Remy or Graver had her back or when there were so many opponents they could beat on each other, then she could get the easy win. I mean just look at the battle royal to crown the champion to see the second example. And the only time when it wasn’t one of those two examples was when she defended her title against Graver. Graver at the time was suffering from emotional trauma and was in no shape to compete. Also it’s been quite apparent she is afraid of Ninja, a man who could make a Cruiserweight Champion that could be respected. She’s given nearly every other cruiserweight a shot at her EXCEPT for Ninja. Smarty pulls back extra hard and does a even stronger swing, sending the golf ball even further than the rest. He clears his throat getting Extreme Ninja #2 to applaud his shot. Smarty Smark: It’s quite apparent that April is using Madison’s dislike for Ninja and me to her advantage. As she knows if she ever had to face Ninja one on one even if it wasn’t for the belt she’d be made a fool of, and be shown just why she’s so truly inferior to my clients. That is why the next step of the C.A.B.C. will soon begin and soon whether April wants it or not she’ll be losing her title to the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark. Because to be frank I always get what I want, and in this little game I want that title which isn’t good for Lynn. She’s not going to be able to hide behind her slutty nature or boy toy of the month. Casually Smarty Smark turns and faces the camera grinning ear from ear, he pushes his glasses up his nose with his index finger. Smarty Smark: Soon enough April Lynn, all your bases will belong to Smarty Smark. And with that the Tron cuts to black and Curtis is nearly losing his mind in frustration over not being allowed to have a match this week. Michael Anderson shrugs his shoulders and puts the micro phone back up to his mouth. MA: Ladies and gentlemen due to Extreme Ninja #2 not being in the building…THIS IS A NO CONTEST! JH: Yet another threat laced segment by Smarty Smark about our champions. TM: Some thing big is soon to happen Hitchen, just wait and see. JH: I think you know some thing…any ways let’s go to the backstage area. ”Look.” It was the only word spoken. Ringing out from the darkness in the quietest of whispers, but it still seemed to boom in the small room. The familiar static of a television came into view and standing beside it was the source of the whisper. Swytch was leaning, one elbow on the TV, the other flipping a remote in his hand. His face was stretched with a wry smile as he looked at something out of view. Three short steps and he now stood in front of that something. From behind, it looked to be a person. They were seated in a chair, unmoving as Swytch crouched low in front of them. A strategic shift in angle and it soon became very clear who this person was. Auburn hair falling around her shoulders, eyes read and puffy and cheeks stained with tears, Kennedy sat in the oversized wooden chair. Reaching up, Swytch ran his fingers over her arm, bound to the chair with thick, white nylon rope. She flinched on instinct, despite being unable to move her arms. His small smile grew into a full-fledged grin as he looked at her. Her chest heaved with her gasping sobs, none of which could escape the strip of duct tape around her mouth. Lifting his arm, Swytch pointed the remote to the television behind him. His thumb twitched against one of the buttons and the screen soon came to life with an image replacing the black and white static from before. The sudden infusion of moving picture again caused her to flinch, but soon her eyes were riveted to the television set. A slight smile curled his lips as he regarded her attention to the scenes unfolding before her. Her eyes widened and a whimper fought the silvery strip of tape against her lips. His smile only grew as he circled around her chair, slipping a hand through her hair and brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. She merely turned her head the other way at the sensation and he dropped his hand to her shoulder, giving it a squeeze before walking off. Certain that he was gone, her emerald eyes returned to the television. They again widened and a gasp tried to push past her tape-covered lips. The horror was now evident on her face as the scenes unfolded before her. She tried to flinch away, but her eyes betrayed her and she found herself watching intently as horrific scene after horrific scene played. The view shifted to over her shoulder and the television came into view. Her strangled gasps and whimpers more prominent as we watch over her shoulder. Images of a monk kneeling in the streets, his body set ablaze by his own hand. Another image replaced it of a horrendously mutilated man in a car accident. Another image showed a badly beaten woman with one side of her face swollen to grotesque proportions and blackened beyond belief. It was followed by some scenes that were more familiar to her. This time an image of a fiery cage with two men and a woman was shown, one of the men was marred by the flame while the other hurriedly put the fire out with an extinguisher. The next image was of a man tangled in a mass of barbed wire. The spurred metal ripping the flesh from his leg as another man beat on him. A startled gasp was forced from her lips when the next image displayed showed a woman hanging from a tree with her innards spilling out onto the grass beneath her feet. The next image hit closer to home as she saw herself being held roughly, a knife to her throat. The scene played longer than the rest, showing her beaten with a microphone and then her skull impacted into a metal folding chair, not once, but twice. She winced at this image, not wanting to watch it. Again, though, she was betrayed by her eyes as they fluttered to the screen. This time she was greeted by the sight of her captor’s grinning face. The image grew dark and what appeared to be blood had washed over the man’s image. Her cheeks pinched behind the tape, but she tried to smile anyways, finding some satisfaction in the image. The horror returned to her features, color draining from her soft cheeks as she saw herself being beaten with a chair. A stifled chuckle in the background brought the color back to her face. Reddened in anger, she glowered at the screen, breaths coming in shallow rasps against the tape on her lips. ”Look.” The word was harsher now, almost a growl. She didn’t have to look to know he was close. She looked at the television and the image this time was softer. It glowed softly in the darkness, A young girl, maybe 17 or 18 was shown smiling. It made her smile a little, not quite reaching her eyes, when the image flashed and something disturbing was shown. It was a body. The image vanished just as quickly as it appeared and the smiling girl was shown again. Her image flashed once more and Kennedy’s eyes twitched with the sudden assault of light. This time the image was the body lying on a metallic table, concealed from neck to toe by a white sheet. The image flashed again to the smiling girl. Confusion was evident on Kennedy’s face as she watched and the image flashed again. This time it lingered, the girl was ghostly white, a hint of blue tinting her lips. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful except for the bruises and cuts on her face. The image flashed again to the smiling girl and relief became visible on Kennedy’s face until the words burned into the screen. A name. A name that Kennedy was now quite familiar with. The last name shared by the man standing behind her. He was close again, she could feel the heat from his body warming her neck and shoulders. She tried to look away but her head was grasped in his hands. His fingers splayed on her cheeks held her face steady, forcing her to watch. The scene blinked and faded away, replaced by static. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] TM: Oh my God! Did you see that before the break?! Swytch really DOES have Kennedy! JH: I did see that. It was distrubing, to say the least. TM: Someone gather the police! Arrest that sonofabitch! JH: I'm sure Madison's got a plan. In fact, she's requested some time now to speak with us. Maybe it's about this! TM: Let's hope so! The cameras cut backstage, taking us into the office of General Manager Madison Lee. Seated behind her desk, Madison is facing the camera with a stern expression upon her face. Madison: Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm sorry for interrupting the show but I have a very important announcement for everyone. Madison pauses for that dramatic effect, brushing a stand of hair behind her ear before folding her hands before her on the desk. Madison: Earlier tonight I reported that Dante Coles had no competition for his Ultimate Endurance Championship and would most likely not be defending it at next week's Night of Champions. However, being the exceptional general manager that I am, I was able to wrestle up an opponent for Dante. Madison pushes her chair back, standing up from her desk. She makes her way around the desk as she talks, taking a seat on the edge right before the camera. Madison: Since Dante made it so clear that he doesn't want to face Swytch in two weeks, I felt Mr. Coles should display his skills next week in our Night of Champions event. After all, he IS a champion. So I've looked through my roster and found the perfect candidate for Dante's opponent next week. A confident smile finds its way over Madison's lips, that devilish glint in her eyes saying that she loves the power she holds and loves enforcing it even more. Madison: This man is more than worthy of an Ultimate Endurance Championship match. After all, he has defeated a former Ultimate Endurance Champion on two occasions. So next week, it will be the Ultimate Endurance Championship on the line between Dante Coles… and Onikage! Madison pauses once more as the crowd respond to one of the most hated men in FIW going one-on-one with… one of the most hated men in FIW. Meanwhile, Madison just smiles at her own genius…y? Madison: Good luck, Dante. TM: WHAT?! She didn't even mention Kennedy! Or that psychopath Swytch! JH: Well, regardless of that fact, it looks like Madison and Dante haven't patched up their problems just yet. TM: This is the worst day in TNT history! [align=center]"One time I saw a filipino cab driver cut out a cancer with a rusty butter knife."[/align] The ultra-heavy guitars of Rob Zombie's new single "Let it All Bleed Out" rock into our ears as the lights begin to flash white and red in strobe. Smoke pours from the entryway, the drums explode into existence, and a familiar face comes rockin' out onstage. TM: Man, I love Graver’s new entrance. It’s good to see him back in action! It's the one bright spot in this day. JH: Back in action? He had, like, a week off! TM: The man was injured, Hitchen! Have some respect! [align=center]BLEED! BLEED! BLEED IT OUT! YEAH![/align] Graver steps past the strobes and fog so that his whole body is visible, getting pelted by boos and a few pieces of garbage. He merely raises both hands in a double deuce to his "fans" and makes his way to the ring. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the Fighting Spirit Championship contendership! Introducing first, on his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan… the Reject of TNT… GRRRRRRRRAVERRRRRR!!! JH: When the hell was Graver injured!? TM: A broken heart, you boob! Poor Graver just wanted to make sweet music with April, and she blew that all out of the water. JH: You’re an idiot. TM: But I’m paid well! Graver ducks under the top rope, raising both arms to New York salute everyone behind him, Stone Cold-style. Graver moves to the nearest turnbuckle and springs up on top of it, pointing to a fan and mocking him before flipping one last bird and hopping down. Cult of Personality bursts through the PA and as the drums kick in, Loon makes his way out, with a big smile. TM: Now here’s someone who deserves to be castrated in front of a live audience. JH: Well, as much as I like the plucky little kid’s spirit, you might find that pleasure tonight, Thomas. Loon’s going into this match with no training, no practice, and only his heart to guide him. TM: Ha! If we’re gonna be frank, do you think Graver trained for a squash like this!? The man wouldn’t waste his time so long as there’s beer to be drank. Still, Loon’s getting smushed. Loon jumps into the air as red pyros go BOOM! and he runs down the wooden catwalk and over the ropes and into the ring. MA: And his opponent, from Milan, Illinois… THE… LOOOOOOOOOOOON… TWO! POINT! FIIIIIIIIVE!!! JH: Ladies and gentlemen, don’t forget the Loon’s name is a copyright of The Shuh Factory, which is a subsidiary of Sporkco. Studios and ‘Mo Betta Inc. Stealing is wrong. Loon climbs up on the upper-right turnbuckle and raises his hands as the crowd roars. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same, to the same cheap pop, and that cheap pop is followed by some equally cheap heat as Graver dashes in behind Loon, grabbing him by the shirt and yanking him off the turnbuckle! [align=center]Dingdingding![/align] JH: Well that was respectful! TM: Dude, it was the awesomocity that is Graver. Why did you expect any less? Loon gets off his back and onto his feet, and Graver grins at him, begging him to come get some. Loon, of course, charges Graver, but the Reject slaps him on the shoulder and feints to the side, causing Loon to collide with the ropes. Loon takes the rebound and Graver readies his arms to hook around Loon’s neck, but it’s quite a bit too early. Loon sees the telegraph and CONNECTS HIS BOOT TO GRAVER’S HEAD!! Loon 2.5©: I KICK YOU!!! Loon turns and smiles at the fans, raising his arms in victory. Loon 2.5©: I am a badass motherfucker, am I not? TM: You are not. Loon bends down to pull Graver to his feet, but the Reject has other ideas as he SCORES A LOW BLOW ON LOON!! JH: That was despicable! TM: It was effective! Kee! Michaela shuffles around Loon, trying to catch Graver in any incriminating position, but Graver’s a bit quicker on the draw than usual today. He stands up and shrugs, as though Loon’s current state of testicular suffering were an act of God and completely not his fault. TM: Would you look at that? I bet Loon paid off the referee! She’s trying her damnedest to disqualify poor Graver! JH: That’s because he deserves it! Graver brushes Michaela off and grabs Loon by the shoulders, hauling him vertical. He throws a punch for Loon’s forehead, but Loon darts a palm up and catches it! Loon fires off a punch of his own, but Graver catches that! The two grit their teeth and push on each other, vying for an upper hand! JH: This could get interesting! An impromptu test of strength between two very small opponents, though with five pounds and one inch on Graver, I think Loon MIGHT have the advantage. Indeed, Graver slides his foot back as Loon begins to force him downward. He panics a bit, and really tries to slather on the muscle, sweat breaking out on his forehead. TM: What the hell!? Since when can LOON overpower anyone!? JH: Since he’s faced anyone his size, Thomas! Graver is just ripe for a great cruiserweight match with Loon, if only he’d play by the damn rules! Speaking of which, Graver releases Loon’s hand suddenly and FLICKS HIM IN THE EYE!! JH: GOD DAMMIT! COME ON, Michaela! Loon holds his eye and recoils, but Graver doesn’t have a chance to capitalize as the responsible ref gets between them and points an accusing finger in Graver’s face. Graver shrugs, feigning innocence once again. His eyes dart behind Michaela for just a split second as a pop-eyed Loon rises and charges. Graver goes wild-eyed and points to the charging Loon, then SHOVES MICHEALA IN HIS PATH!! Loon JACKKNIFES Michaela and the two crash into a pile. TM: WITHIN A MILE OF HOME~! Ha-HA! I’ve never marked for that move before. Loon’s totally gonna get disqualified after Michaela re-learns how to breathe. JH: Loon!? Are you KIDDING!? Graver used her like a human shield! He’ll get disqualified for SURE!! None of that really matters right now, as Loon has risen to a sitting position and realized his error. He moves to check on the referee, but gets a boot to his face for his troubles! TM: There ya go, Graver! Punish that dirty cheater! Loon rolls onto his back, then quickly pops to his feet to avoid any more stomps. Loon takes a short charge for the Reject, looking for a side elbow strike, but CRACK! Gets a fist in his face for his troubles! Loon skids and goes down on his ass as Graver holds his palm and flexes his fingers in pain. TM: That punch of Graver’s could knock down a brick wall! JH: Yeah, but you notice he always babies his hand afterward. That kind of bare-knuckle impact against someone’s skull has GOT to be doing damage to his fist. Graver watches Loon write for a second before sliding out of the ring and throwing up the apron. Out comes a steel chair with Loon’s name on it… no, really, the word “LOON” is painted on the seat of the chair. TM: What the hell! What have the ring monkeys told Loon about leaving his damn seatery under the ring! JH: Seatery? Graver nods and holds the chair in the air with one hand, pointing at it. He gets booed, of course, which causes him to give a few fans the deuce. Graver clutches the chair two-handed and turns back toward the ring, AND GETS STEEL DRIVEN INTO HIS FACE VIA BASEBALL SLIDE FROM LOON!!! TM: ARGH! What the hell!? This isn’t some NGIW garbage match, Loon! You’re in FIW now, where people behave like adults! JH: And what exactly was Graver going to do with that chair in the first place, Thomas? TM: Return it to Loon. Clearly it was his. Graver was being responsible, and I think he’d be offended if he heard these cruel things you’re saying about him. Hitchen shakes his head in dismay as Loon grabs Graver by the hair and RAMS HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE RING POST!! Graver stumbles wobbly and falls on his ass. JH: Graver looks SHELL-SHOCKED! This could turn the tide of this match! Loon digs under the ring just as Graver did, pulling out… A TABLE!!! TM: GAH! He really DOES think this is NGIW! Or ECW! JH: Michaela Menendez is still down, folks, and that means anything goes! Loon grabs Graver and rolls him onto the table, positioning it equidistant from the apron and the barricades. Loon then takes a deep breath, kips up onto the apron, then SPRINBOARDS OFF THE SECOND ROPE WITH A CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!!! JH: LOOONSAAAAUUUUULT!!!-- NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Loon goes CRASHING through the table, sending pressed wood chunks and splinters everywhere as he lands on the “protective” mats. JH: Loon went for EVERYTHING on that move, and Graver had enough in him to roll out of the way! This is bordering on tragedy, here! TM: Oh, shut your dick hole, Brokeback Hitchen. Lookee, Graver’s up and this match is still going! Graver is indeed up. He pulls Loon out from the wreckage and rolls his limp carcass into the ring, noticing Michaela stirring as he does. Quickly he kicks the chair and most of the broken table pieces back under the ring as though nothing had happened, and slides in himself! JH: Would you look at that? Covering up all his dirty tricks! TM: Hey, it was your precious Loon that brought out that table, Hitchen, not Graver. The Reject makes his way to Michaela and helps her up, shaking her to make sure she’s awake. She, of course, slaps him across the cheek and bitches him out. Graver rubs his face, then points to Loon and presses a foot on his chest. Michaela glares at him and drops to count… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] NO!! If the long space wasn’t any clue, Loon SHOULDERS OUT!!! JH: Loon is still in this game, and Graver just can’t believe it! Indeed he can’t. He pulls his foot away with a look of complete shock on his face. That look soon turns to rage as he lifts Loon up and shoots him into the corner. Graver runs in behind him, but Loon grabs the ropes as he finds the turnbuckle and leapfrogs backward over the incoming Graver’s head. He throws his hands up to brace himself for impact against the ropes, but that does nothing to protect him from the WICKED TRIANGLE DROPKICK LOON FEEDS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!! JH: Loon is well-known and well-respected for his skill at pulling off springboard maneuvers, and this instance is no different! TM: Jesus, Hitchen. Can’t you just say “DROPKICKUUUGHHH!” like the rest of us? Loon quickly grabs Graver by the hand and skitters up to the top rope like a spider monkey. Maintaining the hold on Graver’s hand, Loon rope-walks carefully to the center of the ropes! JH: Now THAT, Thomas, you have to appreciate! That a man can have the balance to position themselves on the damn rope! TM: Pffft. Undertaker does it better. Much like Jeff Hardy does all of Loon’s other moves better. JH: Is that before or after the drugs? TM: Shut it, Hitchen. Loon LEAPS off the top rope as cameras flash behind him, elbow poised to strike Graver right in the sternum, but the quick-thinking Reject rolls forward onto his face and carries Loon with him, sending the Immortal Mr. Shuh HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING with a modified arm drag! JH: Dear Jesus! Was that a wrestling move from GRAVER!? TM: I’m as shocked as you are, Hitchen. I think all this TNT air must be getting to him. Next thing ya know he’ll be talking about how he’s gonna out-suplex his opponent! Graver scrambles over to Loon and moves to pick him up, AND LOON BITES HIM ON THE FOREARM!! TM: WHAT THE HELL!? Is there a zombie virus going around!? First Swytch lunches on Remy, and now this! Michaela, disqualify that little babstard! But Michaela, it seems, is “too busy” checking her nails to notice. TM: Ohhhh, that’s dirty! Pay attention to the damn match! JH: Heh. Think of it as payback, Thomas. Payback for all the dirty behind-the-ref’s-back tricks Graver has pulled! Loon pulls the arm-cradling Graver to his feet, delivers a boot, and yanks him around into a rear chancerie! JH: Folks, this is truly excellent! It looks as though Loon’s gonna pull out a victory over Graver here on TNT after all! And what a well-deserved one it is! Loon rotates around for the neckbreaker, but Graver SHOVES him violently away! Loon grabs the nearby ropes to keep himself from falling, and turns to see Graver’s hair standing up on his head and his body rippling with muscles!! … okay, maybe not, but he is extending two mighty middle fingers toward Loon and yelling-- Graver: DOUUUUBLLLEEEE DEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUCEE!!! --yeah, that. Loon looks more than a little confused, but that doesn’t last for long as Graver snatches both of the Loon’s wrists, crosses his arms in front of his chest, and locks him in a chancerie. TM: Reject Driver! REJECT DRIVER!! Graver LIFTS Loon skyward and SPIKES his head against the canvas before the wry little cruiserweight can wriggle away! TM: RRREEEEJECT DRIIIIVAAAAAAAA-- JH: Chop to the throat! TM: --AAAA--*GACK!!* Graver rolls over Loon and hooks the leg. Michaela slides in to count! [align=center]ONE![/align] Loon’s eyes flutter open. [align=center]TWO!![/align] He looks around and see’s the position he’s in, and prepares to kick out! JH: Come on, Loon! BUT GRAVER HAS HIS FEET ON THE SECOND ROPE!!! [align=center]THREE!!! DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] JH: NO! DAMMIT!! How did Michaela not see!? MA: Your winner, by pinfall… GRRRRRRRRAVERRR!!! Graver quickly tears his feet down and kneels, raising hands like that was the most hard-fought victory of his life! JH: That little bitch! That bastard! TM: That bastard, Hitchen, is gonna be our new Fighting Spirit Champion. Can you taste it? TNT comes back from commercial to find the camera is backstage filming inside a locker room. Onikage is sitting down on the bench and pulling his knee pads up onto his legs and over his taped feet. Mister Ordinary sits in silence for a few moments getting the knee pads on when the locker room door opens up. His head student, JJ, walks through the door and seems to have a rather mixed look on his face. Though Onikage wouldn’t know as he doesn’t even turn to acknowledge the fact some one has entered his locker room. JJ: Hey sensei… Onikage: What do you want JJ? JJ opens his mouth to say some thing however closes it and gets a thoughtful look, like he isn’t sure if he should say it or maybe having trouble wording it. Once again for a few moments silence falls under the locker room as Onikage grabs his boots and bring them over to near him. After sighing it seems JJ channels the courage to say what he was wanting to say. JJ: So um...where’s her? Onikage: Who? JJ: Her. Onikage: Miss Sommers? JJ: No, …Kendra. Onikage: She is in her locker room, though she was in here earlier and said she might come back with a drink to share between us before my match. By JJ’s expression asking where Kendra’s where abouts was not the thing he was trying to channel courage to ask. His eyes wander down to his hands which limply stay at his side. JJ: So aren’t you worried at all Jim might be up to some thing tonight? Onikage: No, I taught James a lesson he’ll not soon forget so I highly doubt he’ll try and continue on our war. After all I declared last week it was officially over any ways. It seems Onikage’s answer doesn’t exactly comfort JJ’s worry about Jim O’Brien trying to pull some thing tonight to get revenge. JJ turns to the left and stares at the corner of the locker room and the few lockers set up against the wall. He balls his hands into fists and lets out a sigh. Onikage finishing up with his boots grabs his jacket and walks past JJ and exits the locker room. JJ: So sensei…why didn’t you tell me about your plan for Déjà vu? Why was it I was left out of the loop too? I mean what’s so great about Kendra any ways? I can do any thing she can do better and even more than what she can do. I’m a better all around wrestler and I don’t have some weird obsession with hating guys or women just because they are prettier than me. So why…why…why make her take my spot? …Also wasn’t it going a little far to do this to Jim? I mean I don’t like the guy! Don’t get me wrong! I hate him just as much as you do…But…I don’t know… JJ’s fists tighten and he lowers his head slightly as he stares at the corner of the locker room. JJ: I just think maybe you went a bit too overboard with doing what Kendra and you did. It’s one thing to try and fight him to see who’s the better fighter or warrior or whatever you want to call it. But…to give that man hope that some one embraces him, some one loves him and then rip it violently away from him just doesn’t seem cool at all. I know you may be angry with me for saying all this so it’s okay if you want to punish me, wouldn’t be the first time eh? JJ chuckles slightly and turns around expecting a furious Onikage to stand before him. However he just now notices Onikage walked out of the room, his eyes widen and then return to normal and he sighs. Walking over to the bench he snatches up his rolled up flag and picks it up. JJ: Guess it’s show time then... Onikage’s head student sighs and rests the flag pole against his shoulder to carry the flag as he walks out of the locker room while we fade out. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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[align=center]The following PREVIEW has been approved for ALL AUDIENCES by The Motion Picture Association of America www. Filmratings.com www.mpaa.org --------------------------------------------------------- Walt Disney Pictures --------------------------------------------------------- Jerry Bruckheimer F I L M S --------------------------------------------------------- Thunder strikes in the night sky as Will Turner is awakened from his slumber. He turns to the sleeping beauty at his side and whispers... Will Turner: Elizabeth .....did you hear that? Elizabeth Swan’s eyes flutter as she softly replies. Elizabeth Swan: It was only thunder will, go back to sleep. Will Turner: No, someone Is here. Will crawls from the covers and picks up his rapier sword and edges toward the balcony. The moment he steps outside he feels cold steel against his neck. A raven-haired woman wearing a low-cut, white frilly shirt and tight leather pants holds a thin, but sturdy blade to his neck. A shadowed figure steps into the light and familiar voice breaks the silence. Jack Sparrow: ‘allo Will, oh, how rude of me, allow...me...to introduce you. Jack motions to Will. Jack Sparrow: Ruby, Will. Will, Ruby...... my wife. The woman removes her blade from Will’s neck and give his a slight nod. Fade out. --------------------------------------------------------- THIS SUMMER --------------------------------------------------------- Jack, Will, Elisabeth and Ruby stand around a table, a large map spread out on it. Ruby: Have you ever heard of the Treasure of the Pirate Queen? Elizabeth: My father used to tell me stories about a Lady Pirate that ruled over these waters years ago...but that was only legend. Ruby: No, my dear, the Pirate Queen was quite real....I should know. Ruby fumbles around her neck and pulls out a medallion hanging on a golden chain. Ruby: Because she was my Great-Great-Grandmother. Ruby places the medallion on top of the map’s ornate compass guide and a path illuminates. She leans far over the table. Ruby: we set sail on this heading, and we find the chest. Jack and Will stare at the still leaning Ruby. Jack: Well, it’s not hard to find when you do that luv. --------------------------------------------------------- ALL IS FAIR --------------------------------------------------------- Jack and Will talk privately Will: Why would you cut us in? Jack: Oh, Will, you know you an Elizabeth are like family to me.... ...whats mine is mine and whats yours is mine, right? Will stares at Jack. Jack: .......right, I need your boat. Will rolls his eyes. --------------------------------------------------------- IN LOVE... --------------------------------------------------------- (Jack to Will and Elizabeth about Ruby) Jack: Isn’t she somethin’! Elizabeth: I don’t trust her. Jack leans over to Will... Jack: It’s a girl thing...they’re like animals..VERY territorial. Elizabeth: UM...I’m sitting...RIGHT HERE. Jack turns back to Will: See What I Mean? --------------------------------------------------------- AND WAR. --------------------------------------------------------- Jack, Will, And Elizabeth are died together, and Standing on a plank. Ruby paces in front of them. Ruby: I’d like to thank you all for suppling me with a ship, now, I’ll supply the crew. Ruby’s eyes glow bright white as the sea around the ship begins to bubble and churn. Skeletons dressed in sailors begin to rise from their watery grave and pull themselves onto the ship’s deck. Ruby: I’m afraid, my darling husband, I’ve lied to you....you see...My Great-Great-Grandmother was not the Pirate Queen. I.......am the Pirate Queen....for decades I have waited, ageless, ....and now, thanks to you, soon I will take back the waters that were once mine. Elizabeth: Would this be a bad time to say... ”I Told you so?” --------------------------------------------------------- JOHNNY DEPP --------------------------------------------------------- Jack Sparrow: I guess the Honeymoon is over, then huh? --------------------------------------------------------- ORLANDO BLOOM --------------------------------------------------------- Will Turner: Time for Plan B. Jack Sparrow: What’s was plan A?! Elizabeth Swan: I’m fairly sure it didn’t involve being tied to you. --------------------------------------------------------- KEIRA KNIGHTLEY --------------------------------------------------------- Elizabeth: One Will: Two Elizabeth: THREE! (Elizabeth and Will break from the ropes using daggers hidden in Elizabeth’s Sleeves) --------------------------------------------------------- and NADIA KASSLE --------------------------------------------------------- Ruby: KILL THEM! Ruby raises her rapier blade and the army of the dead leap toward the trio. --------------------------------------------------------- PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN THE TREASURE OF THE PIRATE QUEEN --------------------------------------------------------- JULY 2007 PIRATES.MOVIES.COM --------------------------------------------------------- WALT DISNEY PICTURES in association with JERRY BRUCKHEIMER films JOHNNY DEPP ORLANDO BLOOM KIERA KNIGHTLEY NADIA KASSLE “PIRATES OF THE CARRIBBEAN: THE TREASURE OF THE PIRATE QUEEN” a MACFILMS production music by HANS ZIMMER visual effect and animation by INDUSTRIAL LIGHT & MAGIC executive producers MIKE STENSON CHAD OMAN BRUCE HENDRICKS MADISON LEE based on WALT DISNEY’S PIRATES OF THE CARRIBBEAN and characters created by TED ELLIOT & TERRY ROSSIO and STUART BEATTIE and JAY WOLPERT produced by JERRY BRUCKHEIMER written by TED ELLIOTT & TERRY ROSSIO directed by GORE VERBINSKI[/align] JH: This next match is going to pit a man hoping to rebound off of his recent not too great of luck Shannon Micheals taking on- TM: Taking on a guy who’s a genius and helped get rid of that loser, the Pussy of TNT Jim O’Brien. JH: You do remember Jim was seen earlier, right? TM: Yeah, but like now that he’s been de-balled he’ll be coming to try and face Onikage. MA: The next match is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit… The arena goes dark as Deathstars "The rape of virtue" plays, on the screen visions of a flaming dragon are seen, cross sectioning with Shannon Micheals' face looking down and him walking through the streets at night. [align=center]"You fall - so I walk away gone with your children's dreams of pain And the deeper I reach, I fear not the righteous speech, Did you ever speak that name, a savaged word in vain, Cause I know that you hunger for cold and back"[/align] As the chorus starts the lights come on, white lights flash red and back to white as a black clad figure is seen walking the entranceway, his arms visible through the sleeveless trench coat. His face hidden under the hood, his long black and red hair wet down his face. [align=center]"As I rape your soul of virtue I am god of lust and pain Cold black, As I slay your soul of virtue You are a slave of flesh and sin"[/align] Shannon walks down the aisle way almost ignoring the fans, he stops at the end and looks into the ring [align=center]"You fall - so I walked away and with dying children I play....And deeper we go, you're an actor of a sinful show, Did you ever speak that name, a savaged word in vain, Cause I know that you hunger for cold and back"[/align] Shannon walks up the steps slowly and gets into the ring as he gets in he flips the hood back before taking off his coat throwing it over the top rope to a waiting ring attendant. MA: Introducing first…Hailing from Dallas, Texas he weighs in at 225 pounds and stands at five feet and eleven inches…HEEEEEEEEE ISSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSHHHHHAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNONNNNNNNNNNN MMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIICHEAAAAAAAAAAALS~! The TNT’Tron lit up with the text “Mister Ordinary” before images of various Onikage matches flashed across the screen. While it did the opening riffs of Onikage’s theme song began to blast over the P.A. system. Slowly eight young looking men that sported Onikage t-shirts walked out onto the platform each with a flag in hand. They split up into four on each side. From closest down on the right side they hold the American flag, the Japanese flag, the Canadian flag and the German flag. On the left side from closest down they hold the Mexican flag, the Cuban flag, the English flag, and the Chinese flag. Slowly two figures emerged from behind the black curtain. The one in front is slightly shorter and looks like another young man who sported a Onikage t-shirt and waved proudly a flag with the TNT logo and Onikage’s image plastered on front of it. Behind the kid is none other than Onikage himself in his in-ring gear plus a wind breaker black and white jacket zipped up. [align=center]EVERY DAY I FEEL SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I GET ORDINARY![/align] Onikage raised his arms up in an X symbol and revealed his black taped up palms and wrists. On the back of the palms with a white marker he’s marked each with two Xs making the straight edge xXx symbol. Then as if it were a awesome display of pyro a few firecrackers are lit and tossed behind the group from the young man in front of Onikage. They go off one after the other and once finished Onikage returned to walking further down the platform with his students carrying the flags in hand. [align=center]STUCK IN A LOOP FEELING SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I FEEL SO DAMN ORDINARY![/align] Onikage entered the ring and kneeled down as the lights went out. Rather then a big expensive and fancy spot light shown down onto him a few of his students have appeared to have gotten up on the turnbuckles. They quickly switched on their flash lights and shined the rather dim lights down on their teacher. With a flick of his wrist Onikage unzips his jacket and tossed it to the side while he stood up. The lights return back on while the students get off of the two turnbuckles they were on. The main student who carried the Onikage/TNT flag hands it over to the American flag holder while he enters the ring with a micro phone. JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages and… Miss Madison Lee. Japan, Mexico and the great state of Michigan proudly bring to you a man who is an international superstar. A man who is by all means ordinary and yet has reached levels of sheer greatness beyond the general public’s understand, and Slam’s roster’s. He weighs in at a lean and sexy two fifty. And stands at a massive total of six feet and two inches, plus ten inches if you catch my drift. He is a former two time Extreme Chaos Champion, a former Evolution Champion and a former record breaking three time FIW World Tag Team Champion. HEEEEEEEE! ISSSSSSSSSS! OOOOOOOOONIKAAAAAAAAGE! Onikage proudly crosses his arms again while his students rather than tossing streamers toss toilet paper instead over his head in a streamer fashion. The fans booed every minute of it while Onikage simply soaked it in. JH: This could be the match Shannon Micheals has been waiting to jump start his career. TM: Ha ha…no. JH: Why do you feel it won’t be exactly? TM: Uh because Shannon’s nothing more than a spot monkey who’s way out of his league here? Logan Black explains the rules to both men however each one is keeping their distance from one another. Once he is done explaining the rules of this match the two men nod acknowledging that they understand the rules. [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] At the sound of the bell Shannon charges Onikage looking to catch the more experienced wrestler off guard. However Onikage reverses his momentum right into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Shannon gasps for air as he is driven the middle of his spinal chord first against Onikage’s arched knee. Onikage plants his palms against the bottom of Shannon’s chin and lower half of his torso, pushing down on each end. Black circles the make shift submission situation as he tries to see if Shannon is willing to give up. Shannon is nearly in a complete C shape bend thanks to Onikage as he applies more pressure to pushing both sides down on each side of his knee. TM: What did I tell you? Shannon tries to be some young gun doing that flippity stuff and gets his back almost split in two for his troubles! JH: Gah, that submission looks down right painful to be in. I’m amazed and it shows you just how well trained these wrestlers are that Shannon hasn’t submitted yet. TM: See? Even you think it’s the end for the Flaming Fag. JH: It’s Flaming Dragon, and no I just am amazed at how much pain wrestlers like Shannon can be put through. TM: Flaming Fag, Flaming Dragon, same diff. JH: Not quite Sherlock. Trying his hardest to do so Shannon shakes his head no to show Logan Black his will to stay in this match. After a few more moments Onikage lifts Shannon Micheals up off of his knee and stands up. The former International Champ takes a few steps before he drives Shannon’s body back down against his knee with a pendulum backbreaker before tossing Shannon off of his knee. Not letting up Onikage floats over on top of Shannon who’s lying on his stomach and begins to drive his knees viciously right into Micheals’ back. Planting his hands against Shannon Micheals’ shoulder blades he uses Shannon’s own body to push himself up into the air and brings down his right knee right into the middle of Micheals’ back as if he was trying to rip through his opponent’s flesh with a blade. JH: Onikage is currently still in control but don’t count out Shannon yet, that kid has a helluva lot of heart. TM: Yeah but how good is heart if you have no brains to go along with it? JH: You really are getting enjoyment out of Onikage destroying this kid’s back, aren’t you? TM: Hells yes, it means I could potentially see a move that causes an injury. That is always sweet to see live. JH: I can’t believe you take such joy in this, even in those I don’t care for on this brand I wouldn’t wish a back injury upon. TM: But that’s why you are a wuss and why I’m king. Possibly to rub it in his face a bit he’s not in control at the moment Onikage pushes himself up to his feet by pressing his hand against the back of Shannon’s head (and squashing his face into the canvas by doing so). Onikage grabs a hand full of Shannon’s locks and pulls him up to his feet before sticking his head under one of Micheals’ under arms. He wraps his arms around his foe’s waist and lifts him up, in mid-way turning him around and dropping down to one knee to hit a Backdrop Backbreaker driving his knee once more into the Flaming Dragon’s back. As he looks down at Shannon who’s lying on the canvas once again he hops up into the air driving his elbow down onto Micheals’ back. In the arena the Shannon Micheals fans and most of the fans in general jeering at Onikage. TM: Shush people, they don’t know talent when they see it right before their eyes. JH: Well you can’t blame them, Onikage seems to be just toying with Shannon. TM: Did Onikage force Micheals to get into the ring? What’s that? Oh, no huh? Well then it’s his own damn fault that he’s getting his ass kicked. JH: He may not have forced him into the ring but most wrestlers don’t be quite so vicious with their attacks. Onikage may follow a code of honor but he certainly doesn’t show much mercy in the ring. TM: That just shows how much of a better wrestler Onikage is than the rest of the shmucks like Shannon. It’s called being a winner and being able to get the job done. JH: Why don’t you go tell that to Shannon to his face after this match? With a bit more roughness to it Onikage forces Shannon up to his feet by his black and red hair. Grabbing hold of Micheals’ wrist Onikage whips him right across the ring into the ropes and looks ready to further punish Shannon. Charging back towards Onikage Shannon seems to be moving quicker than he was going into the ropes. Shooting his hand out Onikage wraps his hand around Shannon’s throat but not even before he can finish doing so Micheals brings his body into the air and wraps his legs around Onikage’s head. To a few cheers from the fans Shannon Micheals performs a head scissors takedown sending Onikage right onto his back on the canvas. JH: Head scissors takedown! If Shannon can capitalize he could swing the momentum of the match into his favor! TM: Darn it! Stupid kid with his diving board at the local pool tricks! JH: Even you can’t deny there was quite a bit of skill behind that head scissors takedown. TM: Oh no? Watch me. That Head scissors takedown sucked. Alex and Graver, and Kennedy do it all better. JH: Has Graver ever even used that word? TM: That’s beside the point Hitchen, stop trying to get us off track. Kipping up to his feet Shannon grabs his back and lays in a few stomps to Onikage for payback to the abuse he was put through. Running though obviously in pain Micheals bounces off the ropes and leaps into the air connecting with a flipping senton splash on Onikage. The less experienced wrestler clutches at his back as the move hurt him as well as the self proclaimed Mister Ordinary. After nursing his back a bit Shannon throws his arm over Onikage’s chest to make the cover. [align=center]1! Tw-No! Kick out![/align] TM: Ha like only those puny moves alone could put away his opponent that easily. JH: Shannon might’ve been able to get the win had he hooked the leg. But he seemed too much in pain at the moment to think about that. TM: Yes, that’s what happens when you have an offense that consists of moves that hurt yourself and your opponent. REAL smart move is to use it when you’ve already been hurt a bit. JH: Can you say any thing positive about high-flyers, ever? TM: No. JH: I probably should be but after three or so years I’m not surprised by that answer. Rolling off of Onikage Shannon Micheals sits up and tries to clutch at his back again while he winces slightly. When he notices Onikage starts to get up Shannon stumbles up to his feet as well. Upon getting to his feet Onikage is met with a picture perfect dropkick from Shannon Micheals, sending both men back to the mat. Shannon grabs a hold of Onikage by the top of his mask and pulls him up to his feet. Micheals try to get Onikage set up for a suplex however Onikage once again grabs hold of the lighter man by the throat, this time he manages to lift Shannon up into the air and connect with a Choke Slam Backbreaker driving Micheals by the throat onto his knee back first. JH: Onikage displaying a bit of the strength that comes with a two hundred and fifty pound frame. TM: Wouldn’t surprise me if by the end of this Onikage ended up just breaking the Flaming Fag in half with these backbreakers. JH: I have faith Shannon can get back into this, as he’s shown it could be the smallest thing that allows him back the advantage in this match. TM: Yeah well I think Onikage has shown countless times that you don’t want to get into the ring with him, as he’ll destroy and break down your entire body. Onikage stands over Shannon Micheals and just watches as he allows him get to his feet. When back up on his feet Shannon tries to get back into the match by throwing a punch which Onikage simply blocks by lifting up his forearm. Suddenly Onikage unloads a flurry of open hand slaps peppering Micheals’ face and knocking all the sweat right off of it. In a dazed state Shannon Micheals staggers back in the mist around his head that once was his sweat. Wrapping his arm around Shannon’s nearest arm and his neck Onikage lifts him up for a Sambo fashion only to drive him back first down onto his knee performing a Sambo Backbreaker. TM: Buwhahaha talk about brutal. JH: Dear god, the smacking sound those open hand slaps made make me think Onikage has a built in micro phone in his hand or some thing! TM: Yeah, let’s hope Japan doesn’t try to call and complain about the noise. JH: You are like a pig in the mud right now, aren’t you? TM: Happy as can be? You betcha. JH: And yet another form of the backbreaker from Onikage which at this rate might make the move hold true to it’s name. Forcing himself to get up to his feet Shannon is on spaghetti legs at the moment and Onikage isn’t looking to help matters. The bigger man throws a forearm strike only for Micheals to duck it and connect with a lariat. Onikage rushes right back up to his feet and is met with a second lariat from Shannon knocking him off his feet. Now with a bit of frustration Onikage stands back up for yet another lariat by Shannon Micheals to take him back down to the canvas. For a fourth time Onikage gets up to his feet but this time Shannon hits a snap kick to his mid-section before grabbing hold of him and spiking him right on his head with a DDT! JH: Lariat after lariat after lariat! Shannon is getting his second wind! TM: Stupid emo song singing, MySpace poem blog posting, Flaming Dragon. Don’t you realize that Onikage is supposed to kick your ass? JH: I think some one might’ve forgotten to give Shannon that memo. TM: Aw and look! He’s using the DDT! There goes a move I can never enjoy again as it’ll always remind me of this flippity flopper now, gee, thanks Shannon. JH: From a pig in the mud to a kid whose birth-day cake was eaten. TM: Oh be quiet you charming yet also witty English stereotype. Shannon is getting the fans behind him as he gets Onikage up to his feet and whips him right into the far right turnbuckle. To a few cat calls from the female fans Shannon charges towards the corner and leaps up looking for a avalanche splash in the corner. Sadly for Shannon Onikage wraps his arm around Micheals’ arm and neck and puts his ankle behind Shannon’s leg. With a thunderous reversal Onikage hits a STO out of the corner of his cruiserweight foe. Logan Black hurries over to near the corner to make sure the action keeps going by the rule book. TM: Yes! And just like that the pendulum swings back in favor of Onikage baby! JH: It looked like Shannon might’ve been show boating a bit too much to the fans and that cost him that precious time needed. Though I suppose that is to be expected from a less experienced wrestler. TM: I think I know what you are looking for, the term is Rookie Fuck-up, and Shannon just made a massive one. JH: Nice, bet the censors are happy with that type of language. TM: Think I care? JH: Probably not. The sXe savior grabs a extra full hand full of Shannon’s hair as he tosses him over onto his stomach. Quite a few fans are mumbling among one another wondering what Onikage is up to as he forces up Shannon’s legs to bend. Wrapping his own legs around Micheals’ he then slaps Shannon’s sides, which as a pure reflex Shannon reaches for and Onikage snatches his arms. Onikage throws the two of them back into a sitting position version of the Mexican Surfboard Stretch. He lets go of Shannon’s arms and rather clasps his hands together under Shannon’s chin, and begins to pull back. Micheals and Onikage are nearly looking each other in the eyes Onikage’s pulled back so far on him. JH: A modified Surfboard Stretch, a submission which targets the back. TM: And tell them Johnny what area of the body has Onikage been working over the entire match? JH: The back, but my name’s not Johnn- TM: DING DING DING! You are correct sir! Tell the lovely lady what she’s won! JH: What? TM: I was acting out my own imaginary game show, all the cool kids are doing it now a days Hitchen. Logan Black kneels down beside the duo in the ring and asks Shannon is he wishes to submit. Many of the fans now realize why Onikage locked in the submission right here, because Shannon Micheals is mere inches from the ropes. His finger tips are nearly touching the middle rope yet thanks to Onikage’s grip it is still so far out of reach. As if he read Shannon’s mind, just as Shannon tries to force himself to reach the middle rope Onikage pulls even further back. Thanks to all the working over the back the pain of the submission hold is just too much, and Shannon Micheals taps out. [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] TM: Ha ha yes! This is great! Shannon is tapping like Graver taps the asses! …Of women I mean! JH: He really did try his best, but in the end it just wasn’t enough I guess. But he still has time to improve and grow as he is still in the very first steps of his career. TM: Bah, I sa-Holy shit! Quite a few in the first few front rows on the left side begin to shout and cheer like crazy as Jim O’Brien crawls out from under the apron, but he isn’t alone as he has a steel chair wrapped in barbwire! The Monster of TNT slides into the ring while Onikage tries to untie himself from Shannon to try and defend himself. However Jim isn’t having any of that as he slams the steel chair down against Onikage’s skull before he can even get to his feet. None the less Onikage tries to push himself up to his feet when Jim hits him a second time with the steel chair. The sole reason Onikage isn’t on the canvas being that his hair actually gets dangled in the barbwire! JH: Lord almighty! Jim O’Brien warned Kendra Norton earlier in the programming and I suppose it was him being quite serious! TM: Get that weapon away from him! Jim’s already shown he can’t handle Onikage without it! JH: There’s no one to sneak attack Jim this time, wonder how Onikage likes it! TM: Shush! JJ! Do some thing! The other students! You guys get in the ring! Like they heard Thomas’ command the eight students of Onikage slide into the ring and rush Jim. However after shaking their teacher’s head off of his chair O’Brien goes to town with the students. One after another with sickening chair shots they drop like flies, all the while JJ continues to stand on the outside and watch the chaos. As one by one they drop Jim looks to the outside at JJ and the two men share a look for a moment. Jim looking rather insane and JJ looking rather emotionless given the situation. It doesn’t last long as thinking it was Onikage Jim whips right around and clubs Shannon who was getting up in the side of the had with his chair. TM: Yes! Jim actually did some thing good, he hit that idiotic Flaming Fagon! JH: Fagon, how original. TM: I know, but any ways JJ! Get in there damn it! Save your master and his other students! JH: It is rather odd he isn’t helping out. The fans warmly welcome Jim as he hugs the steel chair wrapped in barbwire near him and smiles brightly at it, in a psychopathic kind of way. However the smile fades when he sees Onikage whose entire body is shaking and looking ready to give out on him stands back up. The two men who met at Vendetta and Déjà vu look at one another, and Onikage looks at the carnage around him. His eyes then fall upon JJ who is still standing on the outside watching this mess and before he can do any thing else Jim slams the chair against the top of Onikage’s skull. Onikage staggers back but manages to stay on his feet to quite the angry look from O’Brien, the Man in Black of TNT slams it against Onikage’s skull a second time and this time manages to bust open Onikage’s scalp on the start of the hairline. JH: This is chaos! Some one needs to get in there! TM: See! I knew it! I knew you were secretly an Onikage fan! JH: I’m not by any stretch of the imagination, but this is getting out of hand. All of Onikage’s students are bleeding and now so is he! Even with a second shot Onikage manages to stay on his feet and even taunts Jim to give him another. O’Brien who at this point wants to down right kill Onikage happily does so and drives the tip of the steel chair into the masked forehead of Onikage. The sXe savior staggers back and manages to solely stay up by leaning on the top rope. Jim now getting furious swings his steel chair with such force it would even make the Babe himself blush. To a sickening thud Onikage’s head wobbles on his shoulders before he just completely collapses onto the canvas. A second time Shannon Micheals tries to get up but once again is met with a steel chair shot from Jim, which ends up busting open Micheals too! TM: Well…erm…Maybe Jim’s…not…quite as soft as I thought he was. JH: Back peddling out of fear now Moore? TM: Shush. Jim stares dreamingly at the blood that is now soaking his steel chair and like a kid with his candy licks the blood off of the steel chair. Though due to the barbwire actually makes O’Brien end up cutting his own tongue. With now a bloody smile literally Jim O’Brien exits the ring as “Lines in the Sand” blasts over the P.A. system and the fans rally on Jim. JH: I think the message Jim sent here was sent loud and clear, and that message was and is that this war between Onikage and him is FAR from over. TM: Poor Onikage… MA: *To the time keeper* Is it save to come out now? Damn crazy psychos with weapons, don’t pay me enough for this shi…Oh…erm…ahem…YOUR WINNER BY SUBMISSION…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAGE~! The camera focuses in on the bloody pile of bodies left in Jim O’Brien’s wake, focusing in on the bloody Onikage particular before it fades. Interrupting the Throwdown broadcast to cut backstage at the Verizon Wireless Arena, we find Toby Bostock with a microphone in hand stood alongside 'The Gentleman' James Barrett, who is dressed in wrestling gear of black boots, red tights and a black singlet (which goes under the tights, for those who are interested), topped off with a dark blue towel slung around his neck. Whilst James stares in the distance, Toby greets the camera with an awkward smile and a half-cocked wave, before raising the microphone to his mouth. Toby: "I'm Toby Bostock and I'm here backstage with James Barrett.." Upon hearing his name, James turns to look at the camera and smirks. Toby: "Mister Barrett, you have a match in just a short while. Would you like to say anything regarding any of the comments your opponents have made coming into this tag contest?" James: "No, not particularly." A confused and slightly shocked expression crosses Toby's face as James yanks the microphone toward his mouth. James: "My opponents are, right now, of no concern to me. You see, just a few short minutes ago, something registered in my brain that I hadn't considered during the week. At this particular moment in time, I am an unknown entity in this promotion. I have yet to make a mainstream debut, where I go into the ring on television and expose my signature moves. Even last week when I competed on the un-televised under-card, I didn't actually use any of my key manoeuvres, not that it really matters. Considering the lack of attention that I've been paid this week by my opponents and partner alike, I very much doubt that any of them saw my match with Jon Talos. Infact, the only people to have really seen me compete are those who were in attendance back in Boston.." Voice: "And me." Upon hearing the strong British accent come from behind, James' eyes bulge slightly and he slowly turns around to find Jon Talos stood with a half-smile on his face, staring at 'The Gentleman'. Jon: "I saw you compete last week, James. After all, I was your opponent.." James: "Jon? What're you doing here?" Jon: "I'd like to say I was visiting a relative and that I was in the neighbourhood, but that's not the case. Last week, James, I tried to make you an offer and you wouldn't even listen to me, so I'm here to try again. To try and convince you to listen to what I have to say. Forget what Maxx said about me for just a minute, James.." 'The Gentleman' stares at Jon for a few short seconds, looking rather impatient. James: "I told you last week, Jon, I don't want anything to do with you. For all I care, you could walk out into traffic or hurl yourself off the edge of a cliff. I don't care what your little proposal is, because you were always a big fish in a small pond, Jon. You always focused on the little things, trying to get one-up on anyone that came near you, rather than trying to be a big fish in a big pond. I'm here to capture Championship belts, not to embarrass everyone on the roster one-by-one. Now, if you don't mind, I have myself a match to get to.." Jon: "James, just listen to me for a second. Maxx is a biased old fool.." Again, James watches Jon with an impatient stare, then pushes past him and marches off down the corridor, leaving Jon alone with Toby. As James disappears out of sight, Jon glances down at the floor and sighs, then looks up and stares at Toby as the interviewer extends his hand. Toby: "Hey, I'm Toby Bostock. Thanks for helping me last week.." Jon stares at the extended hand for a couple of seconds, then slaps Toby across the face, knocking the scrawny reporter to the floor in a heap. Jon takes a deep breath and sighs again, before walking off after James as we fade. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] TNT returns backstage where the Cruiserweight Champion is doing some pre-match stretches for her up-coming tag team contest. No, she's not the doing the Trish Stratus (stolen by Ashley Massaro) cleavage shot stretching. She's doing normal stretches that would prepare you for a match. A shadow looms over her, halting any further preparations. April: Hey. What are you doing here? I thought you'd be getting ready for your match. Insert major crowd pop here as the camera pulls back to reveal the Dual Crown Number One Contender Kailey Lane. Kailey leans against the wall and nods to April. Kailey: Yeah, I was, but everything seems ready, so it seemed the perfect time to come looking for you. April: Oh yeah, sorry about not getting back to you about that e-mail. It's been a crazy few days. Kailey: That's okay. I just really want, no.. make that.. NEED to talk to you about Remy. It isn't what you think. Actually, he is... The two women are interrupted as a stagehand pokes his nose into their business, getting some last minute instructions fed through his ear-piece. Stagehand: April, you're up now! And that quickly he's gone. April and Kailey both glance after him before turning back to one another. April flashes Kailey an apologetic smile before picking up her duster and belt from a nearby equipment trunk. April: I'm really sorry. We can talk later, okay? And with that, the champ rushes off towards the gorilla position, leaving her friend to sigh and stare frustratedly after her, keeping her highly important Remy discussion to herself for the time-being. The PA kicks into life with the opening strains of "Layla" by Eric Clapton and the crowd begin booing as James Barrett saunters through the curtain into the arena. Standing atop the stage, James looks out at the crowd with a smug grin 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 are showing their distain for him. MA: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and forty-seven pounds; from Earl's Court, London, England… JAMES BAAARRRREEETTTT!!! JH: And here comes an arrogant young fellow. TM: Well, he is from England. All you Brits are a lost cause as far as I'm concerned. Except Chris Maclay. Oh, how I miss the Essex Beast! JH: Excuse me? TM: You heard me. 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 waits for the match to get underway. JH: James Barrett signs his contract about two weeks ago and had himself a little whine-fest because he hadn't been booked yet. TM: Really. You'd think he was some internationally known superstar. But he's just a selfish Brit that thinks he's bigger than he is. JH: Well, he got his wish. Hopefully he can wow us, for his sake. TM: It won't be hard. Mostly 'cuz I'm not expecting much! 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… JH: Speaking of arrogance, this guy here takes the cake. TM: Cake? There's cake?! JH: No! I was referring to the fact that Alex thinks he's better than he is. TM: It's not possible to think you're better than Alex really is. [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. MA: And his tag team partner, weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds; from Kings Beach, California; he is the number one contender for the Cruiserweight Championship… ALEX EEEVVVVAAANNNSSS!!! JH: Despite how good you or he thinks he is, we can't deny that he's the number one contender for the Cruiswerweight Championship. He'll meet April Lynn next Tuesday in this ring with the title on the line. TM: Did we have any title changes last year at Night of Champions? JH: I don't think we did, no. TM: Well, get ready for a first then. 'Cuz Alex will be leaving Night of Champions as just that, a champion! I'm betting money on him! And Alex, Jonathan, is a money guarantee! The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage with her Cruiserweight Championship around her waist, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring. JH: Well, if he wants to walk out as a champion, he has to get through this young woman right here. TM: As much as I like April, Alex would be a far better Cruiserweight Champion. And if April needs consoling afterwards, I'd be there for her. JH: I think April's had enough bad man in her life. She doesn't need you to be number five. MA: And the opponents, introducing first from Aurora, Ohio; she is the FIW Cruiserweight Champion… APRIL LLLYYYNNN!!!! She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. Dropping her duster off her shoulders, she tosses it aside before removing her Cruiserweight Championship and raising it in the air for all the fans to see. She turns holds it up for the opposite side of the arena and then passes the belt off to the ref. She backs into her corner, doing some last minute preparations for the forth-coming contest. TM: Are you calling Remy a bad man? JH: I… well, no. Remy and April's relationship is complicated. I sympathize for Remy's situation but I also see where April's coming from. TM: It's not even really a relationship. It was just Remy getting what he wanted and getting out. I can respect that. JH: What world are you living in? In this one, Remy and April didn't get that far. Heck, they didn't even have one date. “Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance… [align=center]“Coming around my senses torn Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed As long as you see it as long as you know As long as you fake it nobody knows”[/align] MA: And her tag team partner, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds; from the French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana; he is the Fighting Spirit Champion… REMY BAAARRRTTTEEEAAAUUUXX!!! TM: You know as much as I don't like Brits, thanks to you, James Barrett did make a nice point. The Fighting Spirit title hasn't been defended in a long time. JH: Remy's been busy representing TNT with the Tag Team Championships. TM: Which he subsequently lost at Deja Vu. I was so disappointed. How could Remy let me down like that? JH: He is now down to one title but that one has seen an extreme lack of competition as late. Remy dominated the division and now Madison has had to delve into the Cruiser ranks to find Remy an opponent for Night of Champions. Remy makes his way along the raised walkway, taking in the sights and sounds, the house lights glinting off his championship belt as he reaches the ring and steps through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation. [align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] Remy drops down from his perch, unwrapping his belt from around his waist as he goes. He kisses his fingers and plants it on the belt plate as he passes it off to the ref, then turns his attention back toward the entranceway. He stretches his legs, cracks his neck from side to side and checks his wrist tape as he awaits the start of his match. TM: I cannot wait for Night of Champions, Jonathan! JH: Why's that? TM: Not only is Alex gonna get his first belt when he takes the Cruiserweight title from April, but Graver is challenging for the Fighting Spirit Championship! It will be so awesome to see Graver with some gold. JH: They've both got some tough opponents ahead of them if they want to win championship gold. And we're gonna see both champions in action right here and right now. DING-DING Remy doesn't even give April a glance as he steps forward, choosing himself to begin the match. April shakes her head and exits out onto the apron. Alex walks up to Remy, pointing at April to demand a tag. Remy shakes his head and SLAPS Alex across the face! Richard Kelly forces James Barrett onto the apron as Alex throws an elbow upside Remy's head! Both men back off, glaring at one another as they both hold the sides of their face. JH: Alex wanted to face April, but Remy apparently has other plans. TM: He just bitch slapped Alex! I'm appalled! JH: And Alex had a stiff elbow in retort. Both men move forward again, locking up into a collar and elbow tie-up. Remy forces Alex's face downward DRIVING A KNEE INTO FACE!! Remy continues to batter Mr. High Spot's face with a flurry of knees into the face! Alex is trapped as Remy has a good ole time bashing his kneecap into Alex's nose, mouth and eye sockets! Remy pushes Alex's face upright and TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A LEG LARIAT!! JH: Oh my goodness! Remy starting off with some hard knees to the face and then an incredible leg lariat! TM: And he's already going for a cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT![/align] Alex scrambles up to his feet, staring at Remy wide-eyed. He shakes it off and advances with a clothesline that Remy ducks with ease. Remy catches Alex's arm and pulls him into a front facelock and SNAPS him onto his back with a suplex! Alex scrambles back to his feet, moving his upper half through the top and middle rope, calling Remy off! RK gets between them, forcing Remy to back off. JH: Alex using the ropes to his advantage. Kind of cowardice in my opinion. TM: I call it brilliant. Remy's entirely too vicious tonight. What's gotten into him? Remy backs off, a bit disgruntled about it. April steps on the bottom rope and SLAPS Remy on the back! The Cajun startles and turns his annoyed expression on the girl that used to be his friend. April steps in under the bottom rope and calls Alex back in, not acknowledging Remy in the least as RK forces the FSC from the ring. JH: A blind tag there from April. And now it looks like the champion and challenger will face off. TM: I cannot wait to see the look on April's face when Alex takes her to school. Alex pulls himself free from the ropes, a confident grin on his face as he saunters over to the woman he'll meet next week in Night of Champions. April calls for a tie-up and Alex just shrugs, moving in… and then backing off, tagging in James Barrett! JH: What? He wanted to start the match with her, and now he doesn't want to face her? TM: What's the problem? April's fresh. Alex about got raped by Remy in the opening of the match. That's not fair! Besides, April got to scout Alex last week. Now it's his turn. JH: Hey wait! Who's that? A spotlight rushes up the walkway, resting on the stage where an unidentified man now stands, just curiously watching the ring as Alex shrugs his shoulders and exits the ring, pointing towards Barrett as he climbs into the ring. Barrett confidently moves over to April, eagerly joining her in the collar and elbow tie-up! JH: That's Jon Talos! The man that confronted James Barrett last week. TM: And just earlier tonight! He must still be trying to pitch his proposal to James. Barrett expertly counters into an arm wringer, using his strength to wrench on her arm! April rolls forward, nipping up to her feet… only for Barrett to grab a handful of her hair and DRAGS HER DOWN TO THE CANVAS! JH: Come on! That's uncalled for! TM: Yeah. You don't grab her hair! Not when there's other things to grab. JH: Oh, for the love of God! Barrett drops an elbow across the chest of April, swiveling behind her as he pushes her into a seated position to apply a reverse chinlock! April grits through the pain, trying to fight to her feet immediately. RK gets down in position, asking April if she wants to give up but the Cruiserweight Champion fights up to one knees before pushing up to a vertical position. Barrett switches into a bow and arrow lock with her arms, driving a knee into her spin to takes her back down to her knees. JH: Nice tactic by James Barrett. April's a cruiserweight. Keeping her grounded is the best tactic. But that doesn't last long as Remy comes barreling into the ring, cracking Barrett upside the head with a right hand! RK springs up to his feet, trying to cut Remy off as Barrett is forced to release April! Remy doesn't let up, cracking Barrett across the face with a chop! RK pushes between Remy and Barrett, forcing Remy back into his corner! JH: And there you see type of relationship between Remy and April. Remy couldn't stand seeing Barrett's assault on her. TM: Yeah, right. Remy can't lose this match or he loses his legs. Remy was trying to save his own backside. JH: Well, I guess it's just a matter of opinion at this point. With RK's back turned, attempting to force a feisty Remy from the ring, Barrett takes the opportunity to clamp his hand around April's throat, blatantly choking her! Remy finally exits the ring, allowing RK to witness the choking. Barrett ceases the illegal activity as it if never happened, dragging April to her feet and whipping her into his corner! Barrett then turns his attention to Remy, taunting the Cajun! JH: Obviously James Barrett has no morals! TM: Please! Like Remy's full of moralistic values? Barrett returns his attention to April and catapults himself at her with an avalanche clothesline! NO! April elbows Alex off the apron and dives aside, causing Barrett to land face-first on the top turnbuckle! April grabs Barrett in and inverted facelock and DROPS HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A REVERSE DDT! JH: April avoided the clothesline in the turnbuckle! But now she's gotta make the tag to Remy! TM: She's crawling! April makes her way back to the corner, diving and making the tag to Remy! Remy comes in just as Alex dives in under the bottom rope! Remy takes Evans down with a clothesline! He's there and waiting as Alex gets back to his feet. Remy plants a boot into Alex's midsection and whips him off the ropes! Alex rebounds and gets caught in a Rock Bottom-style bearhug by the FSC before Remy throws him over with a Sambo-esque suplex! JH: Sexy Awesome Suplex by Remy on Alex Evans! TM: You think that's sexy? Awesome, sure. But sexy? JH: It's the name of the move, Thomas! Remy spots Barrett revives and helps the Brit up to his feet, placing a boot into his stomach! Remy scoops Barrett onto his shoulders and swings the man's feet across the top rope before DROPPING IN A STUNNER! JH: And now the Cajun Spice! Remy's on a roll! TM: He should have eyes in the back of his head! Because Alex comes up behind Remy, locking his arms up and TOSSING HIM OVER WITH A RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX! NO! Remy fights out, blasting Alex upside the head with elbows before shoving him off! April climbs to the top rope, unbeknownst to a dazed and confused Mr. High Spot in the ring. At least until he turns around and gets taken to the canvas by a diving crossbody! Remy spots Barrett using the turnbuckle to assist his climb back to his feet and grabs Alex off the canvas, whipping him right into Barrett in the corner before dropping on all fours! April falls in line and leaps off Remy's back, CRUSHING BOTH OPPONENTS WITH A FLYING TURNBUCKLE CLOTHESLINE! JH: Nice teamwork by Remy and April! I have to say I'm surprised! TM: They're really turning it up! Alex! Do something awesome! Remy scurries aside as April drags Alex from the corner, leaping onto his thighs and throwing him over with a monkey flip! She climbs back to her feet, allowing Barrett to lunge from the corner, grabbing two handfuls of her hair and DRAGGING HER DOWN ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD! Remy is back in place, CRACKING Barrett across the face with a right hand! He battles Barrett back into the ropes and then lunges at him with a clothesline, taking both men down to ringside! JH: And Remy and James crash at ringside! They were the legal men! Weren't they? TM: I think so! I can't even remember! Richard Kelly has lost so much control of this match! JH: It's just turned into chaos! April gets back to her feet, holding the back of her head as she spots Alex also getting back to a vertical position. She spins him around and sends a kick into his gut, grabbing him in a front facelock and DRILLING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN EVENFLOW DDT! April immediately goes into the cover! JH: The Lynnch-Pin! April's going for the cover! But Richard Kelly is pre-occupied with the squabble outside the ring between Remy Barteaux and James Barrett! April relents the pin cover and makes her way over to Richard Kelly, arguing with him to make the count. Alex gets back to his feet, more ditzy than Ashley Massaro in a wrestling match, and spins April around, finding his right hand attempt block! April cracks a forearm off the side of his face and pulls him into a headlock before running and springboarding off the ropes… NO! Alex lifts April and dumps her at ringside!! JH: Oh my God! April just crashed and burned here at our feet! TM: That was a pretty dangerous fall! Alex lucked out with that move. Alex drops to one knee, trying to catch his breath and clear his head. He spots April fighting to her feet, dazed and confused. He runs off the ropes, rebounding and sailing over the top rope with a corkscrew plancha ONTO REMY AS HE SHOVES APRIL OUT OF THE WAY!!! TM: AAHHH! YOU HIT REMY, ALEX!! JH: Remy just sacrificed himself to save April from the plancha! TM: I can't believe he did that! Barrett makes his way over to the mess at ringside, pushing his own partner aside to drag the FSC up to his feet. Barrett shoves Remy back into the ring before making his way over to April. He grabs her by the shoulders, pulling her to her feet and then THROWING HER BACK-FIRST INTO THE AUDIENCE BARRICADE! JH: HEY! She was already down! Barrett dives back into the ring, dragging Remy up before lifting the Cajun and DRIVING HIM BACK AND NECK FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BACKDROP DRIVER! Barrett doesn't a waste a second before covering! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING-DING-DING!!![/align] MA: Here are your winners… ALEX EVANS AND JAMES BBBAAAARRREEEETTTTT!!!! JH: James Barrett just pinned the Fighting Spirit Champion! Barrett bounds to his feet, throwing his arms up in victory as the crowd boo and jeer him with pure hatred! He didn't really do anything wrong, except be a bitter and arrogant newbie that just beat two of their favorite superstars. TM: I never thought I'd say this about anyone from your country but Chris Maclay, Jonathan. But I believe that the hype is real! JH: An amazing debut match for James Barrett. A pinfall victory over the Fighting Spirit Champion. Barrett continues to celebrate his victory as Jon Talos nods his head approvingly before making his way back through the curtain. Barrett catches only a glimpse of him before he disappears behind the black curtain, just enough to peak the Gentleman's curiosity. He waves it off and scales the nearest turnbuckle, eager to take in the adulation from the fans. Adulation that he's not receiving from this crowd. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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”Listen.” We’re back to the mysterious room. The red haze is still present, yet a bit dimmer. The glow once emanating from the television is no longer there, adding to the darker feel of the room. The outline of two figures stands out despite the lack of light. One is standing, Swytch, and one sitting, Kennedy, just as they had been before. ”Close your eyes. Focus on the sounds.” Hesitantly she obeys his command, her eyelids fluttering shut. She inhales sharply, a new wave of fear washing over her. She can feel him approaching, hear his light footsteps along the grainy dirty coating of the floor. She fights the urge to snap her eyes open, giving into the fear of what may happen if she does. He smiles at her, content with her obedience. ”Good. He removes the tape and she’s free to speak, if she bites again he will not be pleased.” Her body trembles violently as he reaches his hand to her face. A knuckle over her soft cheek and he picks the corner of the tape, slowly peeling it away from her moist lips. She inhales a sharp breath, whimpering on the exhale when she feels his fingers lingering near her lips. Her breath is hot against his digits causing them to curl reflexively. ”Good, good. Keep them closed.” His hand reaches up, fingertips grazing lightly over her closed lids. Her eyes twitch wildly behind them at his touch. Another whimper drips from her lips and he smiles at the little sounds. She jerks in her chair when she feels the sudden absence of his fingers on her face. Listening carefully she hears his soft steps leading away from her. Kennedy turns her head to the left, the sounds from across the room funneling into her right ear. [align=center]CLICK[/align] She listens more intently as the sound of soft static fills the air. She rights her head, the static growing louder and then a brief silence… [align=center]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!![/align] …she jumps as much as possible in her restraints after being assaulted by the blood curdling scream. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, her nostrils flaring wildly as she breathes in raggedly. Her ears are tingling long after the scream has faded and just when she thinks it’s over… [align=center]NO! OH GOD, NO!![/align] …four words, all one syllable, and all so full of pain. She flinches again, but not from the painful screams ripping through the air. There’s something new, something different… [align=center]SSSCCCRRREEEAAATTT[/align] …the distinct sound of scraping metal. It’s not coming from what she assumes is a recording. This sound was real, it was live, it was no more than a few feet from her. ”Listen.” The sound of something cutting through the air, a gasped breath, the unmistakable sound of something tearing, but it’s not cloth. An eerily quiet splatter as something spills on the floor, another gasped breath, a spluttering, and then a heavy thud. It was at her feet. She could feel the warmth from it, whatever it was. Instinctively she drew her feet back and her shoes slid across the floor like butter across a hot pan. The panic rose inside her but she keeps her eyes closed, breathing harshly through her nose, keeping her lips tight as she squirms in her chair. The sudden burst of giggles oddly calms her nerves and she slumps back down into her seat. Still she keeps her eyes shut tight, afraid to see just what may be at her feet as the giggling continues until the scene fades away. JH: A rematch of sorts coming up next. Last week, the big man, Carl Lucas failed to get the job done and render Swytch into little bitty pieces. This week he’s got back up. TM: Oh yeah, Kailey Lane, that’ll help. That near 400 pound man monster couldn’t get it done, so throw in the hillbilly weighing less then a buck fifty. Watch out Swytch! Pfssh. Pfssh I say! JH: …Are ya done? TM: Yeah. "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides out onto the stage. She smiles and looks about the arena the crowd cheers and a Mexican wave of flashbulbs shoots around the auditorium. She glances back to see her tag team partner for the evening, all six foot nine of Cajun muscle, Carl Lucas. JH: These two have been strategising, could they have a plan to put Swytch down here tonight? TM: It better be a freakin’ good one. They set off along the walkway toward the ring. Kailey moves to enter but feels a large hand on her shoulder, holding her back. She looks puzzled as Carl waves his hand and steps forward, grabbing both the middle and top ropes and pulling them apart so that his partner can enter more easily. JH: What a gentle giant he is. TM: Which is why he got his ass handed to him last week. What a disappointment he’s turned out to be. JH: Oh quiet you. Kailey ducks through her specially made entrance and pops up on the other side, nodding her thanks to the big man who releases the cables and swings a tree trunk like leg over the top one as he enters himself. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Handicap Match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 475lbs, the team of CARL LUCAS, AND KAAAAAILEEEEEEY LAAAAAAAAAANE!!! The crowd pops like they do as the odd couple glance around at them from their vantage point of centre ring. Their attention is drawn to the stage as… [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. JH: There he is folks, our Dual Crown Champion, experiencing a little déjà vu here tonight. Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires 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. TM: I hope to God these two can make good on whatever scheme they’ve hatched. If they can’t, we may never see Kennedy again. JH: And what a big loss that would be. [/sarcasm] TM: We’d never again see her wrestle…in little shorts, or tight tops, touching and fondling other women in the ring. We’ll never see her ample chest or tight, firm buttocks *sobs openly* JH: Oh for… 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] MA: And their opponent, from Odessa, Texas, weighing in at 230lbs, he is the FIW DUAL CROWN CHAMPIOOOOOOOOON, THIS. IS. SWYYYYYYYYYYYYTCH!!!! Kailey and Carl hug their corner as the southern belle talks last minute tactics with her silent partner. Swytch simply stares out at them as his belts are collected, his head convulsing from side to side on random occasion, garnering worried, or maybe just freaked out, looks from his opposition. Tony Clarke informs both teams of the rules and waits for one of the tag team to step out onto the apron. Kailey takes the backseat for now as the big man steps out, rotating that shoulder that Swytch damn near tore off last week and cracking his head from side to side as he glares a hole through Swytch. Tony steps back and signals for the bell. DING, DING!! Swytch pulls himself up and slowly steps out into the centre of the ring, Carl eyeing him suspiciously as he does so. As the freak circles him, Carl obviously gets tired of waiting for something to happen and lashes out for him, but Swytch is a split second too quick and dodges the approaching forearm. He ducks under it and comes up to Carl’s side, and launches himself off his feet with a STIFF jumping kick to Carl’s shoulder! JH: Ooh, that’s the arm he wrenched on last week, now he’s back to finish the job. Carl favours it certainly, but seems only slightly effected by the attack. He spins round but the speedy Swytch is already behind him, hitting the ropes and coming back with a Spinning Wheel Kick right back into that exact same spot! Carl falters this time, yelping in pain a little but is undeterred as he turns to face the painted one. But Swytch is just too quick and has again hit the ropes behind him. He barrels into the big man and -- No! Carl dodges out of the way and Swytch carries on to the opposite set of ropes! He rebounds, straight into a Big Boot from -- No! Swytch ducks and rolls and pops back up behind him, straight into a dropkick placed right on that shoulder blade! And the big man is taken down to a knee by the pain shrieking through his upper back. TM: Urgh, see? Barely a few minutes in and Carl’s already on his knees. JH: The match only just started, give him time. TM: At 338lbs you don’t need time. You hit things, they die, that’s how it should work. Swytch sees his opportunity and charges in. He steps off Carl’s knee and swings his ankle toward his temple! TM: NOT AGAIN!!! Nope, not again. Swytch looks for that Shinning Triangle but Carl sees exactly what he’s trying to do. The big man pushes Swytch forward as he himself stumbles back in a desperate attempt to not go through that particular hold again. Swytch flies back first onto the canvas and Carl takes a moment to gather his wits. A moment too many though as Swytch kips back to his feet and glances menacingly at the Cajun sitting opposite him. He runs the ropes behind him and comes back with a Front Dropkick right into -- thin air as Carl rolls to the side to avoid the impact!. Swytch lands back first again on the canvas and this time it’s Carl who manages to scramble to his feet first, though not far in front of his quicker adversary. Carl grabs him by the arm and shoots him off toward the ropes, but Swytch thinks fast and as he comes back he twists up Carl’s body and wraps his legs round his head, throwing him over with a Headscissor -- No! Carl catches the slippery freak and drops to his side, SLAMMING the Dual Crown Champion into the canvas with a HARD -- JH: SIDE WALK SLAM!! TM: Finally, some offence. Keep on him ya big idiot! Swytch’s back arches in pain as Carl sits by his side, once again having to regain his marbles before pushing himself back to his feet. He scoops down and peels Swytch off the mat, and thrusts his hand into the DC’s throat, wrapping those huge fingers around it! Tony Clarke is quick to admonish him for the blatant chock, but Carl ignores and throws his prey into the nearest corner with tremendous force! Swytch is rocked and looks to stagger forward, but a HUGE right hand upside his head sends him ricocheting back in! Carl curls up both his ham like fists and begins driving them into Swytches chest and gut, using him like some sort of painted human punching bag! TM: That’s it! Work the body, pound that freak! JH: The power of those fists is unimaginable. Can you imagine being in Swytch’s place right now? The pressure on his rib cage, damn. With his prey sufficiently tenderised, Carl drags him out of the corner and scoops him up into a Gorilla Press! JH: He’s gotta be about seven feet in the air! TM: Gravity can be a cruel mistress. Indeed it can as Carl unceremoniously tosses Swytch across the ring and sends him CRASHING into the canvas! Carl drops down and loosely covers the champ. [align=center]One! Two -- No![/align] Swytch throws a shoulder up and no one’s too surprised. Carl drags him to his feet and leads him back to his corner where his tag team partner is waiting patiently to be tagged in -- No! Swytch places a kick to Carl’s knee which draws the big fella’s attention back to his not-so-groggy victim. He turns to face him but finds his leg swept from under him as Swytch pulls him down to the canvas in… JH: ONE SECOND OF INSANITEEEEEEEEE!!! TM: Argh! And that’s all it took, one freakin’ second to pull a fast one on Carl. Both men crash into the canvas and Swytch rolls back toward his own corner, when he rests for a few moments to catch his breath as Carl lays dazed and confused across from him. JH: It may have taken one second, but it’s bought Swytch a butt load of ‘em to recover. TM: A “butt load” being the standard measurement for a period of seconds. Swytch sits himself up and glances across the ring to see Carl doing likewise. Wasting no time the DC champ hops to his feet and grabs Carl by his oversized novelty head. He heaves him up, first to his knees, then to his…actually, he doesn’t get him past the knees as Carl shoots a big ol’ Louisiana fist into Swytch’s gut! The champ doubles over and backs up, leaving Carl with the room he needs to pull himself to his feet. He looks to his corner and sees Kailey ready to make the tag. JH: Kailey’s eager to get in there, but is she fully prepared for what she’ll find within those ropes? Carl heads for his corner, but Swytch has other ideas! He grabs the big man by the arm and whips him round, cracking a few clenched fists off his surprised jaw and racking him back further into his own corner…allowing Kailey to get a blind tag! Blissfully unaware, Swytch heads for the far ropes and comes back with a leaping straight kick to Carl’s face! JH: BOOT TO THE HEAD! Carl is slumped back into the corner, but he’s not the legal man! Swytch moves in to finish him off but feels a delicate hand placed on his arm. It spins him round, but he’s ready with a clenched fist and…hesitates. TM: What the…? Swytch cocks his head to the side as he gazes at the odd marking on Kailey’s face. JH: What the hell’s he looking at? Can we get the camera in there? We switch to a better vantage point, and see quite clearly the little red tear painted on her cheek. TM: What the hell is that about? JH: I’m not entirely sure, something to do with Tier perhaps? TM: But why? Swytch takes entirely too long being transfixed by the little tear. He doesn’t notice the smirk curling Kailey’s lips and barely sees the clenched fist coming at his nose until it’s too late. His head snaps back with the impact and suddenly he finds himself being whipped across the ring! JH: She’s trying to get inside his head, throw off his game, and by the looks of it it’s working. Swytch hits the far cables and is ricocheted back toward Kailey, but she dodges out of the way and the DC champ finds himself floored by the… JH: SOLE BROTHAAAAAAA!!! Kailey drops into a cover as Carl steps back onto the apron… [align=center]One! Two! -- NO![/align] Swytch kicks out, pushing Kailey off him and rolling to the side in a sudden burst of adrenaline. His eyes gaze wide eyed at the lighting rigs, brow furrowed as he wonders what the hell these two are playing at. JH: Well if getting inside his head was their plan it seemed to work, for a moment anyway. TM: That was sneaky of Kailey, devious even. I’m starting to like her. JH: Perhaps Ragin’ really did tap into her dark side. Swytch rolls onto his front and pushes up onto his hands and knees -- only for Kailey to drop a leg across the back of his head and splat him back into the canvas! She reaches down and drags him back up to his feet, before chopping him across his chest. The crowd “Whooo!” as they do and the champ staggers backwards, giving Kailey the space she needs to spin into a Roundhouse Kick that strikes him right in the temple! Swytch falters backwards and Kailey sets herself up for another devastating kick! She swings -- No! Swytch catches her and scoops her up, holding her as if he were about to carry her over the threshold, but instead sits out and dumps her back first into the canvas with a sloppy ass sitout bomb! He leans forward into a pin… [align=center]One! Two -- NO![/align] Kailey gets a shoulder up and Swytch pushes her away, taking a moment to gather his bearings before carrying on. TM: If they’ve got anymore little tricks up their sleeve then now would be the time. He takes to his feet then goes about bringing Kailey back to hers. He grabs a hand full of those golden locks and drags her up to -- No! She swings out brakes his grip! But Swytch fires a boot into her gut and once again she’s compliant. He takes her wrist and whips her into the ropes, leaping into a Spinning Wheel Kick…that sails over her head as she ducks and rolls along the canvas! But Swytch manages to land on his feet! He spins round to see Kailey lunging at him, but he ducks her attack, pops up behind her and reaches an arm back around her throat! He flips her forward onto her face and stomach before she even knows what’s going on! JH: SUN DOESN’T RISE FOR KAILEY!!! He flips her over and drops into a cover! [align=center]One! Two! Thre -- NO![/align] Swytch is dragged off by Carl! The furious champ quickly scrambles to his feet and swings a fist at the big man, but Mr. Lucas blocks it and thrust his hand into Swytch’s throat! He squeezes at his windpipe before shoving him across the ring and causing him to crash into the canvas! TM: HA! That’s where the numbers game is gonna getcha! Clarke tries to persuade Carl to leave the ring, but you don’t tell a man like that what to do, you just make helpful suggestions. Carl ignores him and tends to his partner, helping her to her feet and checking that already existing bruise on her jaw. They smile softly at each other, but Swytch seems determined to spoil the moment. He rushes in, takes to the air and splits his feet between his two opponents, cracking them both in the face -- NO! Carl shoves Kailey aside at the last moment! Swytch’s left foot finds air, while his right cracks into Carl’s face and sends him tumbling to the canvas! TM: What a moron. If he saw it coming he should have saved himself, or at least used Kailey as a human shield. JH: …You kinda sicken me. Carl rolls to the apron and drops down to ringside, watched all the way by Swytch as he gets back to his feet. He turns to confront Kailey…and she Spears him to the ground! Once there, she mounts him and begins firing rights and lefts into his painted face! He tries to block but most get through, smacking off his cheeks and jaw until he finally manages to push her off and switch places! Now he’s on top, but instead of laying into her he grabs her by the throat and pins her to the mat! JH: Oh come on, he’s gonna choke her out. Tony Clarke is right in Swytch’s face, “suggesting” that he let her go. But he doesn’t, and instead takes his right hand and…licks his thumb…and begins rubbing the tear of her face? TM: I guess it was bugging him. He takes a moment to admire his work, smiling proudly at the red smudge on her cheek before getting off and dragging her up by her throat. She tries to fight him off but he tosses her into a nearby corner and quiets her down with a STIFF chop across her throat! Followed by another, and another, and another before he grabs her wrist and whips her off across the ring. She rebound, straight into a Spinning Wheel -- NO! She ducks and carries onto the opposite side, catching herself on the ropes to stop her momentum as Swytch recomposes himself from that missed kick! He glances around and barrels into her, jarring her into the ropes before whipping her out -- No! She reverses and sends him careering into her own corner, but he manages to get a foot up on the bottom turnbuckle and stop himself from crashing into the corner. He looks up…and comes face to face with Tier! Or his mask at least, wrapped around the top buckle pad. TM: Where the hell did that come from!? JH: My God, Swytch looks like he’s just seen a ghost. He stares slack jawed and bug eyed at the eyeless face staring out of him. The face of his ex-master, his tormentor, the man who made him everything he is. He glances briefly from the mask to the man stood behind it, and takes a HUGE right hand right to the nose from Carl! Swytch is knocked back, straight into a Schoolgirl Rollup from Kailey! [align=center]One! Two!! Three -- NO!!![/align] Swytch kicks out with furious anger and shoves poor Kailey across the ring! He scrambles back into a seated position, looking from Kailey to Carl…to that mask, his eyes welling with confused anger. JH: Kailey and Carl need to be careful here. They’re throwing Swytch off his game, getting inside his head…but do you really want to be inside that man’s mind? TM: Hell no, but it’s working ain’t it? They’re getting to him, that’s twice now they’ve nearly had him. It’s a mind fuck, Swytch, how’s it feel? Kailey is quick to retake her feet and turns to her opponent, who bolts out of the blocks and tackles her hard into her own corner! TM: Think they pissed him off? The winded Kailey is taken by surprised and sandwiched back into the turnbuckles. Carl reaches out to swat Swytch away but misses as the DC champ backs up, hops up onto the middle ropes and DROPKICKS him upside the head! Carl stumbles to the mats and Swytch is left alone with the Southern belle. He wraps a fist around her throat and raises his right hand, only to hesitate as he sees that mask staring out at him from behind her. He switches his grasp to her hand and wings her across the ring to the opposite corner, returning to the mask momentarily to RIP it from it’s moorings. He stares at, fingering the leather as his mind harks back to his time under the legend’s tutelage. He looks up, glaring at Carl as the big man re-gathers himself at ringside, “Nice try” He utters as he tosses the mask to ringside and turns…right into a Spinning Round House Kick from Kailey! He falters and she comes back with a Crescent Kick that knocks him back into her corner! JH: TORNADO ALLEEEEEEEAAHHH!!! With the champ dazed, Kailey throws a few forearms upside his head as she waits for her giant partner to pull himself back onto the apron. As he does so he holds his hand out for the tag and Kailey…finds herself shoved out of reach by Swytch! He pushes forward and charges her back first into the turnbuckles to Carl’s right, and all he can do is watch as she’s pushed further and further from his reach. She cracks into the corner and Swytch lays a couple of fists to her gut, before spinning her around and drawing her head back. The crowd lean forward in anticipation of a Mind Fuck, but instead he fires a STIFF European Uppercut right into the back of her skull! He takes a hold of her and hoists her up onto the top rope, sitting her on the very top before following her up. JH: Only one thing he’s looking for up there, and it ain’t a better view. He wraps his legs around the ropes and his arm around Kailey’s neck, wrenching in a Dragon Sleeper, before dropping them both backwards and hanging her up in the… JH: HANGING DRAGON CLUTCH!!! Kailey tries to fight back but finds herself all wrapped up by the crazy man, plus she’s upside down, that doesn’t help. Swytch wrenches and torques her neck as if he’s waiting to hear that snap, and the devilish anger flashing in his eyes after Kailey and Carl’s little trip down memory lane may have pushed him just that far. Lucky for Kailey the move is in the ropes and therefore illegal, something with Tony Clarke tries to inform Swytch of before breaking into the ol’ five count. [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!! Four!!!! Fi -- NO!!!![/align] Carl shoves the ref out of the way and grabs a hold of the hanging pair. TM: Idiot! He was about to break the hold anyway. JH: Was he? The mood they’ve put him in can you honestly say he would have followed the rules and broken the hold? You think he gives a crap about being DQed in some non-title handicap match set up by the boss to crush him? TM: …Yeah. JH: Then you’re an idiot, and should be treated as such. Carl heaves both his partner and his opponent back up into a seated position on top of the buckles and CLUBS Swytch in the back! He fails to release his hold of Kailey and so Carl lays another forearm to his spine, and another, and another until he has no choice but to relinquish the hold and arch his back in pain! Carl scoops him up and drags him off the top rope, stepping backwards and dropping him with a HUGE Backdrop -- NO! Swytch throws an elbow back into his face and flips himself over and down Carl’s back. He sticks a knee into his spine causing it to arch in pain and giving Swytch the opportunity to hook the big fella into a reverse chancery and -- NO! He twists out of it and grabs Swytch by the arm! He whips him off the ropes and raises his boot for…Swytch to duck under it! He takes to the air and dropkicks Carl right in the back of the head, dropping the big man to his knees! The champ reaches down and grabs that big bald melon, pulling the big man up and into -- NO! Kailey sneaks in from behind and rolls him up! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] TM: They did it! JH: Well it took two people and some rather questionable tactics but they finally beat the champ. Swytches pushes Kailey off and rolls to the apron as the southern belle jumps to her feet in near shock. She heads over to the rising Carl and lays a big ol’ hug on him as he lifts her off her feet. MA: Here are your winners, CARL LUCAS AND KAILEY LAAAAAA -- Michael finds himself cut off as Swytch tears back into the ring and CRACKS a steal chair off the back of Carl’s head! JH: What the --!? The match is over already. TM: He’s a freakin’ maniac! JH: Carl and Kailey may have pushed the wrong buttons tonight. Carl is felled to his knees as Swytch raises the chair once more and brings it CRASHING down on his bald crown, sending him face planting into the canvas. He raises it again…only to find it yanked from his grasp by Kailey Lane! He spins round to face her, but before she can react he fires a sharp Yakuza Kick into the steel, knocking it back into her face! JH: Oh for God’s sake. TM: I don’t think he’s got anything to do with this. Swytch stands over his downed opponents, seething with anger as aptly titled “The Outsider” blares out through the arena speakers. JH: Well Kailey and Carl may have won the match, but you wouldn’t know that to look at this scene. TM: And we’re still no closer to finding where Kennedy is! JH: What about those pre-recorded segments that aired? TM: Did they tell us WHERE she is, Hitchen? NO! That bastard has her and that's worse than not knowing where she is at all! This is a dark day! JH: Join us next week folks, it's Night of Champions. Maybe we'll have more news then. But for sure, every title in TNT will be on the line! TM: You wouldn't dare miss it! But Kennedy might! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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