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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; March 7, 2006 | |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 8 2006, 02:11 AM Post #1 |
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We open to the ringside area in the Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, New Jersey to focus on the announce desk, where Miguel Vargas and Dominic Stone are sat, ready to call the action. Miguel: “¡Los saludos, luchando ventiladores! Welcome to Throwdown Blackout here on the world-famous Boardwalk in Atlantic City! My name is Miguel Vargas and with me tonight is your colour commentator, Dominic Stone.” Dominic: “Under the boardwalk, down by the sea.. on a blanket, rubbing lotion all over Madison Lee..” Miguel: “Mi amigo, Madison is a very pretty lady, but please don’t let your fantasies climax on the table. My mother always told me never to sit next to singing perverts, so if you keep it up, I’ll be sending you to the bathroom..” Dominic: “If it weren’t for the fact that Fern was coming out in this next match, I’d take you up on that offer. Just so long as you got me a magazine..” Miguel: “You’re one sick puppy, Dominic. Anyway, that’s enough about you and dirty mind, as we have a match to talk about. Over the last couple of weeks, we have seen two teams duel it out on the Throwdown Blackout tapings, which will be exclusive to DVD, until some little bastard puts them on the internet, and on both occasions, The Environmentalists have been on the losing end. This week, Oak will face one of The Lumberjacks..” Dominic: “And get chopped down like a pot plant!” We pan around to the ring, where Michael Anderson is stood centre stage with a microphone in hand, alongside referee Logan Black. Michael: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following Throwdown Blackout contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty-minute time limit. Introducing your referee, Logan Black!” Before the fans have an opportunity to boo the referee, the PA kicks into life with Michael Jackson’s “Earth Song” as Oak storms out from behind the curtain, dressed in green dungarees with his hair tied back into a pony-tail, and followed closely by his allies, Birch and Fern. As Oak marches along the catwalk straight for the ring, Birch takes time out to slap hands with the interested fans, whilst Fern skips along, throwing daisies into the crowd. Michael: “Introducing first, on his way to the ring, weighing in at two-hundred and one pounds, and hailing from the underground tunnels of the Brazilian rainforest. He is accompanied to the ring by Birch and the beautiful Fern, representing The Environmentalists; OAK!!” Upon reaching the ring, Oak grabs ahold of the top rope and quickly hops over into the ring, then charges across the ring and runs himself into the ropes, before rebounding and dropping to his knees, holding his hands in prayer for an unusual pose. As Oak gets back to his feet and unties his hair, Birch and Fern join him in the ring, motioning to the back for the opponent to show. Dominic: “Was the gypsy tree-hugger just praying?” Miguel: “Quite possibly. These three seem to have strong beliefs and maybe Oak was praying for help from whoever they see as their higher power..” Dominic: “Or maybe he just wants to be sacrificed now to avoid getting messed up by whichever Lumberjack has the pleasure of wrestling him..” With the trio of Environmentalists in the ring, their music fades out and is quickly replaced by the FMW-produced “LeatherFace Theme” and the whirring sound of chainsaws echoing across the arena. Both of The Lumberjacks emerge from behind the curtain, wearing their wrestling gear – ‘Driftwood’ Travis Payne in red flannel trunks and ‘Timber’ Martin DeBourne in black tights - and waving their chainsaws wildly above their heads, before bounding down the catwalk for the ring. Michael: “And the opponent, coming to us from Loggersville, THE LUMBERJACK!!” Travis and Martin throw their chainsaws down to ringside and climb through the ropes, fists raised ready to fight, as they stare across at the trio across the ring from them. Miguel: “Did I hear Michael correctly? Did he say ‘The Lumberjack’? Why didn’t he specify which of these two it is that’s going to be fighting?” Dominic: “Because he’s a frickin’ moron, Miguel..” Following Logan Black’s orders, Fern and Birch give Oak some final words of encouragement, then climb out of the ring and take their positions at ringside, playing to the crowd in a bid to get support for their partner. As Logan turns his attention to The Lumberjacks, Martin slowly makes his way toward the ropes and climbs out to the apron, leaving Oak in the ring with Travis, prompting the referee to signal the bell and get the match officially started. [align=center]=====[/align] Oak and Travis begin slowly circling the ring, staring intensely at one another, then begin to edge toward the middle of the squared circle and look to lock-up, only for Travis to pull back at the last second. As Oak stares at Travis with a look of frustration, Martin quickly climbs back into the ring and blasts the Environmentalist with a clothesline from behind, knocking him to the mats. The two Lumberjacks point at eachother with big grins and high-five, before Travis climbs out of the ring and takes position in his partner’s corner at ringside. Miguel: “¡Vaca santa! What a shot..” Dominic: “One Hell of a clothesline, amigo!” Miguel: “And it was legal, too, I’m guesing. Travis hadn’t made any contact and neither was announced as the official wrestler, so they pulled a switch. Quite smart, considering..” Dominic: “You’re damn right it’s smart. These guys are lumberjacks, Miguel. You need qualifications, degrees and stuff to cut down trees..” With Birch and Fern slamming their hands against the apron in support of their fallen comrade, ‘Timber’ Martin DeBourne pulls Oak up by his hair and rocks him with a stiff forearm to the jaw, then leads the Environmentalist across the ring to the far corner and drives Oak face-first into the top turnbuckle pad. As Oak stumbles backward, Martin slams him face-first into the turnbuckle pad a second time, then quickly spins the smaller man around and connects with a vicious reverse elbow to the side of the head, dazing Oak in the corner. Feeling confident, Martin pulls back on his right arm for a big haymaker, only to fake-out and throttle Oak by throat, blatantly choking him against the turnbuckles, forcing Logan Black to intervene with a five count. Miguel: “How pathetic is this? The last two weeks in a row, The Lumberjacks have brutalised The Environmentalists with their sheer power, yet now, Martin feels the need to choke Oak..” Dominic: “Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat!” Breaking the hold at the count of four, Martin turns his attention to Logan and begins shouting at the referee, prompting Logan to back away and cower in the far adjacent corner of the ring. As Martin focuses back on the match, Oak jams his fingers into the Lumberjack’s face and desperately claws at his eyes, leaving Martin temporarily blinded and allowing Oak to nail a quick series of right hand jabs to the mid-section, before backing up and hoisting himself onto the middle turnbuckle pad. As Martin staggers blindly, Oak dives forward and hooks the Lumberjack in a front chancery, then looks to use the momentum and swing around for a tornado DDT, only for the big man to break the hold and shove the Environmentalist away, sending him sprawling across the ring. Dominic: “Ha, even when he’s blind, Martin can block things!” Oak quickly gets his footing and charges forward at the Lumberjack, only for Martin to side-step the on-coming Environmentalist and shove him forward into the turnbuckles. However, Oak manages to jump onto the middle turnbuckle pad and quickly spring backward with a twist in a cross-body attempt, only for Martin to catch the Environmentalist against his chest and drive him down to the canvas with a fall-forward powerslam, crushing Oak under his weight, before hooking both legs and attempting a pin. [align=center]ONE TWO TH- NO!![/align] Miguel: “A huge reverse fall-away slam by Martin DeBourne, but only managed to earn himself a two count over Oak of The Environmentalists.” Dominic: “Who cares? That move probably broke half of the gypsy king’s ribs and all Martin needs to do is hit another move, breaking the rest of the ribs and effectively killing the greasy little imp.” Opting not to protest the count, Martin gets to his feet and lifts Oak up by his hair, then feeds Oak’s left arm between his own legs and hooks his right arm, before pulling the Environmentalist up from the canvas and driving him down with a pumphandle drop. Rather than go for the pin, Martin quickly stumbles back to his feet and steps over his fallen opponent, then begins scaling the turnbuckles to the top. Martin stares out at the crowd and draws his right index finger across his throat, then pushes off the second turnbuckle pad and falls backward for a splash, only for Oak to get his knees up and drive them into the Lumberjack’s mid-section. Miguel: “What a counter! Martin took too much time on the turnbuckles, playing to the crowd, and it cost him big time!” Dominic: “That must’ve been a low blow? It was, like, illegal..” As Martin staggers around holding his mid-section in pain, Oak quickly stumbles back to his feet and jumps up, nailing a dropkick to the chest of the Lumberjack and sending him sprawling backward into the ropes. The momentum causes Martin to rebound off the ropes, straight into a deep arm drag from Oak that sends the big man rolling across the ring. Martin quickly scrambles back to his feet and charges at Oak, only to get caught with a second arm drag, sending him rolling across to the opposite side of the ring. Again, Martin scrambles to his feet and walks into a third arm drag, this time with Oak managing to hold on to the Lumberjack’s arm, before hooking Martin’s free arm with his legs and pulling him into a crucifix cradle. [align=center]ONE TW- KICKOUT!![/align] Miguel: “Nice cruci-cradle by Oak, using the basics to try and get the win here. Pity it didn’t get the three..” As the two men quickly get back to their feet, Oak ducks down and tries for a double leg takedown, only for Martin to block it and club the Environmentalist across the back with a brutal forearm. Martin quickly applies a waistlock and gutwrenches Oak up onto his shoulders, only for the momentum to carry Oak through and send him over Martin’s head, before pulling the Lumberjack into a sunset flip cradle. [align=center]ONE TW- KICKOUT!![/align] Again, the two men scramble up and Martin looks to drive his knee up into the Environmentalist’s mid-section, only for Oak to flip over the leg and quickly pull Martin into a school boy cradle. [align=center]ONE TW- NO!![/align] The Environmentalist and the Lumberjack both quickly get to their feet, with Oak taking the advantage by applying a side headlock, which Martin manages to counter by attempting a belly-to-back suplex, only for Oak to roll through and land safely on his feet behind his opponent. With Martin confused, Oak applies a reverse waistlock and pushes the Lumberjack forward into the ropes, then uses the momentum to bounce backward and pull Martin into a reverse roll-up, stacking his weight on ‘Timber’ for another pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THRE- KICKOUT!![/align] Using the momentum of the kick-out, Oak charges forward into the ropes and as Martin tries to get back to his feet, the Environmentalist rebounds and scores with a double-footed dropkick to the face, sending Martin sprawling back to the canvas. Dominic: “I.. I think I’m blind.. I just saw this massive great white blur and nothing else..” Miguel: “I told you before, mi amigo, that these Environmentalist kids are lightning quick. Oak showed it there with a combination of pinfall attempts, but failed to get the three count..” Dominic: “Obviously. And like I told you before, the gypsies are flies to the Lumberjacks windshields. Oak’s gonna need to hit Martin a Hell of a lot of times before he can even really daze him..” As Martin slowly stumbles back to his feet, Oak hooks his left arm and drops to the mat for another arm drag, only for the Lumberjack to block the move and pull Oak back up by his arm, before sending him charging into the ropes with an Irish whip. On the rebound, Martin throws a clothesline, only for Oak to roll under and stay down on the mat, then as Martin turns around, Oak rolls backward and pushes himself off the canvas with a handstand onto the Lumberjack’s left shoulder, before flipping over to a headscissor and snapping backward for a modified hurracanrana, sending Martin sprawling throat-first into the middle rope. Miguel: “What a move! I’ve never seen anything like that before in my life and I come from Mexico; the home of insane wrestling move!” Dominic: “Actually, I think I saw that in a porno once. Or was it an episode of Frasier?” With Martin slumped across the middle rope, Oak quickly scrambles to his feet and charges into the far ropes, then rebounds and runs to the right of the fallen Lumberjack, before throwing his legs between the top and middle ropes, and swinging around to kick Martin in the face. As Martin stumbles in a daze, holding his face in pain, and then slumps backward to the mat, Oak slingshots himself onto the top rope and springboards off to connect with a somersault senton splash on the Lumberjack, before quickly rolling into the pin attempt and hooking both legs. [align=center]ONE TWO THRE- NO!![/align] Dominic: “Ha, this gypsy can’t do it! He can’t put Martin away..” Miguel: “Not yet, at least. That was a close three count, at least two and three-quarters! Oak just needs to stay on the offence here..” Oak quickly stumbles up to his feet and pulls Martin up to one knee, then rocks him with a forearm to the jaw, before spinning around on the spot and connecting with a brutal back-fist, leaving the Lumberjack dazed. Oak backs himself into the ropes to gather momentum and rebounds with a forearm smash attempt, only for Martin to throttle him by the throat and begin laughing sadistically. Martin lifts Oak off the canvas for a chokeslam, only for the Environmentalist to break his grip and hook the back of the Lumberjack’s head, then quickly place his feet on Martin’s thighs and fall backward, executing a monkey flip that sends Martin crashing hard to the canvas. As Martin stumbles back to his feet in a daze, Oak quickly scrambles up and backs into the ropes, then uses the momentum of the rebound to throw his legs up into a headscissor and wraps himself around the Lumberjack, trapping him in an Octopus stretch. Dominic: “Jesus Christ, what the Hell is that hippy doing to Martin?” Miguel: “Oak’s got him trapped in a modified version of the manji-gatame, better known as the Octopus hold in this day and age. I believe Oak calls it the Creeping Ivy..” Dominic: “Typical. He would name his move after a girl..” With Birch and Fern calling for the Lumberjack to submit, Martin gallantly fights the hold and slowly shuffles toward the ropes in a bid to force a break, whilst carrying the weight of Oak on his back at the same time. Miguel: “I don’t think Martin DeBourne can last much longer.. he’s desperately trying to stop himself from submitting to the pain of this hold!” Much to everyone’s dismay, Martin reaches the ropes and clings onto them for dear life, prompting Oak to release the hold and drop onto the ring apron, before nailing the Lumberjack with a vicious forearm to the back of the head. As Martin stumbles away, Oak looks to slingshot himself onto the top rope, only for Travis to grab ahold of his foot out of the referee’s sight and prevent the move. Oak manages to kick Travis away and turns back to the action, quickly slingshotting himself onto the top rope and springboard forward for a body press, only for Martin to catch him in mid-air and drive the Environmentalist down onto the canvas with a spinebuster, leaving both men down and winded. Dominic: “My God, what a beautiful powerbomb by Martin! That’s the rest of Oak’s ribs broken, for sure!” Miguel: “Firstly, that was a spinebuster, not a powerbomb. Secondly, I very much doubt that, before that move, any of Oak’s ribs were broken. Thirdly, that wouldn’t even have happened if Travis hadn’t decided to interject himself in the match..” As Logan Black starts to count both men down, Fern and Birch storm around the ringside area toward Travis and look to pick a fight with Travis, prompting the referee to quickly climb out of the ring and intervene in the situation. With the referee distracted, trying to force Birch and Fern back to their corner, Travis quickly slides into the ring and helps Martin to his feet, then turns his attention to Oak and pulls the Environmentalist up by his hair. Spotting the situation, Birch pushes past Logan and quickly slides into the ring, then charges forward and blindsides Travis with a forearm to the head, sending him sprawling sideways into the ropes. Dominic: “This is ridiculous! That gypsy with the diseased hair is attacking these guys! Disqualify the gypsies and give the match to The Lumberjacks, now!” Miguel: “Birch hasn’t done anything wrong yet; he’s attacking Travis, who isn’t part of this match! Granted, neither of them should be in the ring, but Birch is there to help his friend..” Dominic: “Balls!” As Oak slumps back in the corner and Martin drops to his knees in a daze, Logan Black quickly climbs back into the ring and tries to separate the fight between Birch and Travis, only for Birch to hit a big spear on Travis, sending both men sprawling through the ropes and crashing down hard at ringside. As the referee leans through the ropes to check on the condition of the two corner-men, Fern quickly pulls herself onto the apron and scrambles up the turnbuckles to the top, then dives forward and hooks Martin in a front chancery, before falling backward and driving him head-first into the canvas with a DDT. Miguel: “Dios mio! Fern just interjected herself in the match and nailed a inmenso DDT on Martin DeBourne! She practically drove his head into the canvas like a nail in a wall!” Dominic: “Why is it all the hot chicks are the stupid ones who just have to interfere?” As Fern rolls back out of the ring, Martin slowly pushes himself off the mat, desperately trying to shake off the impact of the DDT and battles up to his knees. As Logan Black turns his attention back to the match, Oak stumbles forward and hoists himself over Martin’s head and onto his back, hooking his legs under Martin’s arms in the process, then leans back and suddenly snaps forward, flipping the Lumberjack into a standing sunset powerbomb and straight into the pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THREE![/align] The crowd cheer lightly in support of the impressive victory as the PA system kicks into life with the strains of “Earth Song” for the second time tonight. Michael: “Your winner, by pinfall, OAK!!” Oak quickly stumbles to his feet and has his arm risen in victory by Logan Black, only for the referee to be pushed aside by Birch, who holds up his comrade’s arm in celebration. As the two men stumble about the ring in celebration, Fern quickly slides back into the ring and embraces the two men for a victory hug, before the trio turn their attention to The Lumberjacks. As Travis slowly pulls himself into the ring to check on his partner, all three of The Environmentalists take their leave and climb out onto the catwalk, then slowly head toward the backstage area. Miguel: “After losing two hard-fought tag battles, Oak finally picks up a win for his stable over The Lumberjacks. Though, I don’t feel this is the end of it all..” Dominic: “What? Oak didn’t pick up a win over The Lumberjacks; he got a lucky win over one of them. Just one; not both. And you’re probably right - for once – when you say this isn’t over..” Miguel: “I cannot see Martin and Travis letting this defeat go, especially considering how it went down. As happy as I am for all three of The Environmentalists, I can’t say I agree with their methods of winning. However, with that said, it may be the only way that they can effectively beat these hulking brutes..” Dominic: “Oh please, Miguel. If those kids would focus more on wrestling than saving the planet, then it’s possible that they’d be able to actually compete with these guys, rather than just running around in circles and jumping on them. I mean, honestly, they’re just jumping beans. Tye-dye jumping beans..” Miguel: “You have your opinion, Dominic. I don’t agree with it, but I don’t have enough time to tell you how much of a moron you are..” As the trio stumble up the ramp for the backstage area, Travis helps Martin to his feet, then points at the three of them from the ring and begins yelling, before we fade out. |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 8 2006, 02:14 AM Post #2 |
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The TNT’Tron flickers to life and on the bottom right hand is a box that reads “Recorded Earlier Today”. Standing in front of the camera with a micro phone is the ever pretty boy Mark Deveraux. On this week’s broadcast he’s decided to wear a black silk shirt with the top three buttons undone and a pair of black dress slacks. By the expression on his face it looks like Mark is quite pleased with himself and might be about to drop a bombshell. Mark: Hello ladies and gentlemen, I am TNT interviewer Mark Deveraux and I have the scoop here tonight. Might not be some thing high profile like finding Kennedy or getting some words from Dante after disrespecting Miss Lee but it is quite the interesting situation. Stepping to the side Mark reveals across the hall way is a door to a conference room, however there is a certain sign on the door now. The sign looks like it is made out of gold with diamonds encrusted in the two letters that make it up, those two letters being “SS”. Mark stares at the door for a few moments before looking back at the camera. Mark: It would appear a closed doors conference is going on at this very moment. However the man you’d be expecting is not here yet in fact, that being Smarty Smark. I wasn’t able to get in the room so hopefully I can get the dirt once the man of the hour arrives. After a few moments the door from the parking lot opens and the camera pans over to the right to catch it. Walking into a arena holding an TNT event for the first time in a little under a month is none other than Smarty Smark. Extreme Ninja #2 and Paper Bag Man are right behind him, with PBM carrying a brief case. Which on one side says “Star” and then below it the SS logo and below the logo “Maker” in gold with diamonds encrusted. And on the other side of the brief case it says “Manager of the” with the SS logo below it and then below the logo “Superstars” in the same design as the other side. Mark hurries over to the trio and sticks the micro phone between Smarty and himself. Mark: Smarty! Smarty! Can I get a few words from you? What is with the conference room, didn’t you say that you weren’t coming back till Miss Lee dealt with Swytch, and what’s in the brie- Smarty Smark waves his hand at Mark silencing the interview and flashes his devilish grin at his fellow man. Smarty Smark: First off allow me to say that I am not here due to a match or any thing involving the TNT product. My presence here tonight is due to my own business deals and nothing else. So there for I am not going against what I said or any thing of the sort before you even bother trying to say it. Mark: But that still leav- The head manager of the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark holds up his index finger. Smarty Smark: Time is money, and my time is very pricey Mister Deveraux. So don’t interrupt me unless you wish to pay me for more of my time. As for your other questions about the conference room and the brief case, don’t worry about it. Like I said it is nothing to concern Madison or you or the ignorant masses for now. Just know that later in the night I shall reveal and explain all. Also if I was a certain FIW Cruiserweight Champion of the World or a certain duo of FIW World Tag Team Champions on the other brand, I’d be watching for it. In a rather artificially nice manner Smarty pats Mark on the shoulder and chuckles his snorting like laughter. Smarty Smark: Take care for now and don’t go getting addicted to Evercrack while waiting. Smarty Smark walks past Mark and opens the conference room door and allows PBM into the room first. Ninja starts to walk forward when Mark Deveraux steps right into his way. Mark: Ninja, we haven’t heard much from you in quite a while. So what is your personal thoughts on the matters that have surrounded you since joining up with the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark? Extreme Ninja #2 starts to write down on his sign when Smarty Smark reaches over and snatches the sign away from his client. Smarty’s expression turns to one of annoyance as he looks over at Ninja. Smarty Smark: Don’t start that crap now, get in here already. With that said EN #2 lowers his head slowly and sighs mutely before walking past Smarty and into the room. Smarty Smark looks towards Mark and grins once again before slipping into the conference room with the door closing nearly immediately. The TNT’Tron fades to black and the camera fades way into the TNT intro. [align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align] The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Ragin', and Jim O'Brien all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates! [align=center]Wake Up![/align] Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly. [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Swytch yanks the steel chair from the referee's hands as Kennedy tries again to reclaim her feet. Tony Clarke moves up on Swytch JUST AS HE BLASTS KENNEDY IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, *Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…[/align] Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table, Here ya go create another fable![/align] The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!! [align=center]You wanted to! Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! [align=center]You wanted to! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Graver moves toward April and plunks her on the top rope in a sitting position before he himself climbs to the second rope, standing her up and grabbing her around the neck. Unfortunately, this “Big BAM!” never happens, as April shoves Graver off and he stumbles to the mat. He turns around, pissed-off, but it doesn’t last as April CAREENS off the top rope and DRIVES HIS FACE INTO THE MAT WITH A BULLDOG!! [align=center]You wanted to! Why dya leave the keys upon the table?[/align] Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!! [align=center]You wanted to![/align] The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown. [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] Alex spins him around, boots Loon in the midsection and DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING KI-KRUSHER MANEUVER! Alex pops back up to his feet, raising his arms in the air [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align] The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit! At the exact same time as Kailey is dodging Natalya, Ragin’ steps between the ropes. Kailey turns quickly almost bumping into Ragin’ and their eyes meet. The steel chair swings, seemingly in slow motion to all who are watching. His eyes never leave Kailey, her face scrunching up to brace for the impact. But it never comes. She opens her eyes as she hears the loud crack and the ‘ohhhhh!’ from the fans. She turns to see Natalya laying flat out moments after the sickening impact. Even with the mask on, you know Oni's gotta be smiling ear to ear with that manuever. He raises a fist to the air, nodding in self appreciation of his work. He grabs ahold of Shannon and brings him to his feet. He scoops Shannon up INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER! Swytch rears back with the steel chair, aiming at Kennedy's head and CRACKS STEEL AGAINST STEEL AS KENNEDY DUCKS ASIDE! The steel chair clatters to the ringside mats as Swytch's hands throb from the impact! Kennedy leaps up onto the steel steps and jumps onto Swytch's shoulders, DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR WITH A HURRACANRANA! [align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Wake Up! *Whispered* Wake up[/align] Dante climbs up to his feet and pulls Ragin’ up, tucking his head between his legs. Kailey is on the floor, screaming at Dante to get back in the ring. Dante looks down at her and that’s a mistake BECAUSE RAGIN’ RISES UP SENDING DANTE OVER WITH A BACKDROP AND CRASHING BACK DOWN THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES! Ninja scribbles on his sign on the top rope before holding it up for all to see… "DANGEROUS~~!!!" The crowd go crazy as Melanie turns around just in time for Ninja perform a SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO HER!! Both crash to the canvas, Ninja on top and Melanie on the bottom! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Dante thinks quickly and drives the point of his elbow between Hype’s shoulder blades!! He rehooks the arm THEN DRAGS HYPE OVER THE LADDER AND DRIVES HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align] Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE! [align=center]Here ya go create another fable! You wanted to![/align] Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to![/align] Once Graver is at a steady enough vertical base, APRIL LEAPS FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON PN GRAVER! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to![/align] Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table You wanted to![/align] Kennedy bounces off the ropes and leaps up and spins around going into a wheel barrow position. She pushes off the canvas and grabs Ragin’ around the head, but he ducks his head out of her grasp and sits out PLANTING KENNEDY FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!! [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align] Kailey runs in and butts the extinguisher into Nadia's stomach, doubling her over! Kailey throws the extinguisher aside before shoving Nadia's head between her legs. Kailey glances out into the crowd before hoisting Nadia up in a Crucifix! Kailey sits out DROPPING NADIA FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CRUCIFIX REVERSE FACE DRIVER!! [align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align] The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snatching Onikage by his leather mask Jim runs his thumb across his throat and shouts out “BURNING! HAMMER!” The fans go into frenzy as Jim lifts Onikage up onto his shoulders and sets him up. The Monster of TNT walks around with Onikage on his shoulders for a few seconds to allow each side of the arena to see it. He then drives Onikage skull first into the canvas with the Burning Hammer! Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!! The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen… [align=center] [/align]…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team. JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Boardwalk Hall live in Atlantic City, New Jersey! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside Thomas Moore for one of the biggest nights in TNT history-- Night of Champions 2006! TM: You feeling lucky tonight, Johnny? I know I am. We're gonna witness a title change tonight, I can feel it. JH: With the challengers lined up, we may witness four title changes tonight. Tell 'em what we got, Thomas. [align=center] [/align]TM: You're not gonna miss tonight's main-event. The Dual Crown Championship is gonna be on the line in Kailey Lane's first Dual Crow Championship opportunity! She could join the ranks of Kennedy as a female competitor holding the top title. JH: It'd be long overdue if you ask me. TM: Anything to see it off that psychopath Swytch! Hopefully we get more news on Kennedy tonight. Something that can give away where that freak is holding that beautiful flower captive. JH: Swytch doesn't seem shy about flaunting the fact that he has Kennedy prisoner. But we've gotta focus on tonight. It's what we're paid to do. We've also got the Ultimate Endurance Championship on the line. [align=center] [/align]TM: This is what I call a battle of Gods. Dante, the most bad-ass God in the history of Gods. Onikage, the most twistedly clever God. It's gonna be the best match of the night, if you want my opinion. JH: It does have the potential to steal the show. But what about the Fighting Spirit Championship defense? [align=center] [/align]TM: This was awesome enough when the guru of awesome Graver was challenging for the title. But since seeing James Barrett in his debut match, I have to say I'm a fan. I can't help it. He's just got skills, Jonathan. And he could walk away as the Fighting Spirit Champion in only his second televised match. JH: He pinned the champion last week, if he can do it again tonight, we will have a new Fighting Spirit Champion. But remember, Remy doesn't have to be pinned to lose the belt tonight. But that's all later tonight. Right now, we've got the Cruiserweight Title up for grabs. [align=center] [/align]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. 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. MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FIW Cruiserweight Championship! Introducing first from Aurora, Ohio; she is the FIW Cruiserweight Champion… APRIL LLLYYYNNNN!!!! TM: This is my favorite way to start off the night! With April Lynn! JH: I thought you wanted Alex Evans to win the title tonight? TM: Doesn't mean I don't like seeing April. The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers… [align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align] …Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring… [align=center]Lift Up The Receiver I'll Make You A Believer![/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 the challenger; weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds; from Kings Beach, California… ALEX EEEVVVVAAANNNSSSS!!!! JH: Alex has been looking forward to this night for a long time. Let's see if he can live up to his own expectations. TM: Pfft! That's like asking a ball not to bounce. Of course he's going to! The bell sounds and Alex steps forward, putting his hand towards April in request of a handshake. The crowd gets all over Mr. High Spot's mock respect. You know how they know it's mock respect? 'Cuz he has no respect. April knows this too, her face questioning his sincerity the entire time she doesn't accept his handshake. JH: I don't blame April for not shaking Alex's hand. TM: What?! Alex is trying to be respectful and she won't do the same. JH: Alex doesn't have an ounce of respect in his body. April agrees and whole heartedly SLAPS Alex's hand away! Alex spins full circle before TAKING APRIL'S HEAD OFF WITH A LARIAT! No! April ducks it with ease. Alex spins back to face April, taking a forearm to the mouth! She follows it up with another and another and another until Alex is backed into the rope! She whips Alex off the ropes and lowers her head… too soon! Alex grabs April by the hair and runs through, THROWING HER ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD! TM: Rookie move. JH: April isn't a rookie. TM: I know. But I hear that all the time when other commentators call something like that. JH: Well we're not other commentators. So stop it. Alex wastes little time in stomping down on the reigning champ with boot after boot. April tries to reclaim her feet but only has Alex stomping her back into the canvas each time. Mr. High Spot takes a break, throwing his arms out at his sides, demanding applaud for his work. He doesn't get it, of course. 'Cuz who wants to applaud Alex? JH: Stop wasting time and worry about winning that belt you claim you deserve so much. TM: He DOES deserve it! JH: Well he should prove it. Alex grabs a handful of April's hair, dragging up her back up to her feet. April throws a wild forearm into Alex's stomach but Mr. High Spot doesn't lose his grip on her. April throws another one but Alex shrugs it off, applying a standing headscissors on her. Before April has a chance to do anything, Alex flips her up onto his shoulders and gets taken over with a hurracanrana! JH: April counters a powerbomb attempt! TM: How'd she do that? Alex attempts to scramble back up to his feet but April meets him with a low dropkick, taking him back down. April's back to her feet immediately and Alex wisely rolls out of the ring, out of April's reach. JH: That's the smartest thing Alex has done this whole match. TM: Stop that! Alex argues with fans at ringside who have the audacity to call him a scared-y cat. Deciding that they're retarded and he's too awesome for them, Alex turns around RIGHT INTO A BASEBALL SLIDE FROM APRIL! No! Alex grabs April's feet and drags her from the ring! April splats at ringside, prompting a grin from the challenger. A grin that remains constant the entire time Alex stomps away at the champion! TM: Look at the quick thinking from Alex! Brilliant! JH: That was some good thinking on his feet. Alex continues his riverdance on April as Richard Kelly decides to start his count. Alex pays him no mind, dragging April up and running her back first into the apron before letting her drop back down at ringside! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! TM: And now we see the superior talent in charge. JH: If you say so, Thomas. TM: What?! Look! Alex picks April up, talking some trash into her face before running her back-first into the apron a second time! He doesn't drop her this time, instead snapping her over to the mats with a snap suplex! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! JH: I know Alex better get April back into the ring if he plans to win the Cruiserweight Championship tonight. TM: He will! Calm down! JH: I'm just saying. The title can't change hands on a count-out. Alex pulls April back up whipping the champion back-first into the ring steps! He tries again for the praise he feels he deserves, even motioning to the incapacitated champion as if that's gonna win him any support. When it doesn't, he waves off the people he doesn't like anyways, grabbing April and throwing her back into the ring as Richard Kelly reaches ten. TM: There! Happy now? JH: I'd be happier if he didn't feel the need to use the ring apron and the steel steps as a weapon, but whatever. TM: They weren't weapons. They just happened to be in the way of where Alex threw her. There's a difference. JH: Yeah, but he obviously threw her towards them. Alex ducks back into the ring after April, immediately going into a cover. Richard Kelly drops to the canvas and makes the count! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! NO! April kicks out![/align] Alex growls out with frustration, pushing April back down and hooking the leg this time! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! Kick-out from April![/align] JH: April showing some resilience here! TM: Ah, she's just putting off the inevitable. JH: Alex is looking pretty frustrated though. Alex gets back to his feet, yelling at RK and showing him how to make a three count. Realizing that's not getting him anywhere, Alex drags April back up and lifts the champion onto his shoulders with ease. He screams out at the crowd that it's over and spins around-- April swings out of the hold, landing on her feet right before Alex! She grabs his head as she lands on her feet and DROPS HIM WITH AN EVENFLOW DDT!!! JH: THE LYNNCH-PIN!! APRIL NAILED THE LYNNCH-PIN OUT OF NOWHERE! TM: WHAT?! How'd she do that?! April is in no position to capitalize though! Alex is laid out on the canvas, staring up at the pretty lights as April is always laid out, taking in hard breaths one right after the other. Richard Kelly checks on both competitors before starting up the 10-count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! TM: ALEX! Get up! JH: Alex and April are both feeling the effects of that move. April, still trying to recover from Alex's assault on the outside. TM: Alex just needs to get up and pin her! Neither competitor moves, both using this time to do some major recovery. April tries to sit up but fails, looking over to see Alex is still laid out before giving in to her tired muscles. FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! April forces herself to roll over, throwing an arm over Alex's chest! JH: There's a cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NOOO!!! ALEX KICKS OUT![/align] TM: Alex just kicked out of the Lynnch-Pin! JH: The frustrations gotta be setting in on both competitors now! Both Alex and April forces themselves onto their feet. Alex gets there a split second sooner, forcing April to rush in with a clothesline that Alex ducks! Both spin around and APRIL GETS TAKEN DOWN WITH A FLYING SKYTWISTER FACE KICK! JH: And now that flying kick to the face! April may be out! TM: He's covering! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT!!![/align] Alex slams his hands on the mat in utter frustrations, screaming out at a helpless Richard Kelly. Dude's just doing his job. Alex pulls April by aggressively and throws her back into the turnbuckle. He immediately begins kicking away at her midsection, not stopping even when April is downed in the corner from the assault! RK interjects himself, dragging Alex off of April. TM: Ref! Either award Alex the title by forfeit or let the beat down continue. Alex shoves RK aside and advances back on April, who grabs the middle ropes and uses them to send a kick into Alex's stomach! He stumbles back but refuses to give up, running back into a second kick! April pulls herself up as Alex comes in full speed ahead… to a back elbow from April! JH: Well, you can't say Alex is a quitter! TM: She's got him all flustered now! Tell her to stop! Alex stumbles backwards, dropping down to a knee as spins around with a hand on his jaw. He forces himself back up as April pulls herself up to the second turnbuckle and TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A FLYING BULLDOG! April immediately covers with a hook of the leg! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! NO! ALEX KICKS OUT AGAIN![/align] TM: YES! Yes! JH: At this rate, the match might never end! TM: Oh, Alex'll end it! April pulls the challenger back up-- NO! Alex grabs her by one leg and lifts her up into a flapjack and DROPS HER WITH AN X-FACTOR FACEBUSTER! JH: Evans Opening! Out of nowhere! TM: Alex can hit all his moves out of nowhere! That's why he's the next Cruiserweight Champion! Here comes the pinfall! Told you he'd end it! Alex pushes April over onto her back and indeed makes that cover that Thomas was talking about! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!! NOOO!!![/align] JH: Yes! TM: What?! Who're you for here?! Alex is irate now. Dragging April back up and once again forcing her back into the corner, this time with his hand clamped firmly around the Lady's throat! RK tries to intervene but Alex relinquishes the illegal hold himself, firing a few shots into her midsection before sitting her atop the turnbuckle. Alex climbs up to the second turnbuckle, making the infamous cut-throat sign. TM: Oooh! The Marked Out! Finally the world will see the awesomeness of Alex! But they don't! April shoves Alex backwards, causing the challenger to crash into the canvas… NO! Alex lands on his feet! He rushes in… to April's foot to his face! Alex spins with a dazed look on his face and crashes into the canvas! JH: Now Marked Out today. Unless you're an April fan. And I am! *marks out* TM: You disgust me! April shakes her head clear, climbing to her feet on the top rope as Alex pushes himself up to his feet. He also shakes his head clear before turn around and GETTING TAKEN DOWN TO THE CANVAS BY A SOMERSAULT SENTON!!! JH: The April Showers! She's got the pin! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner… and still Cruiserweight Champion… APRIL LLLLYYYNNN!!! JH: She did it! She did it! TM: I heard you the first time! JH: Stop being grouchy! April gets off Alex, landing on her knees as she takes in a few deep breaths. RK retrieves the Cruiserweight Title and hands it to April, who hugs it close to her chest before having her arm raised in victory! JH: The first match on Night of Champions 2006 is a successful defense by our Cruiserweight Champion! TM: It was supposed to be the first title change in the Night of Champions history! JH: Well, it's the first successful title defense for Night of Champions 2006. And the first successful title defense of the Cruiserweight Championship in Night of Champions 2006. Is that good enough for you? TM: Don't start. April makes her back towards the stage, slapping the hands of a few fans along the way as she holds the Cruiserweight belt against her chest. Glancing back into the ring at Alex, proudly holds her belt into the air to a resounding applaud from the crowd before exiting through the curtain. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] TNT cuts backstage to find Shannon Micheals with Toby Bostock. TB:: "So Shannon Micheals, you asked for this ti--" Shannon takes the mic off of Toby and smiles politely. SM:: "Jim O'Brien....." Shannon smirks and shakes his head SM:: "Jim, I have a few things to say to you buddy. Now, I'm not gonna deny you're an amazing athlete, and hell I may even agree with alot of the things you say, but that doesn't stop the fact you jumped into the ring after my match with Onikage and decided to unleash hell upon me..... Shannon fires up as he stares into the camera. SM:: "Now, Jim I know you've been under a little stress lately, but you taking out your agression on me is wrong. I have done nothing to you and you come out and beat me down like a piece of trash. I'm not asking for much... I'm just asking for a simple one on one match. Just you and me, The Flaming Dragon and TNT's Monster, on next week's TNT." Shannon pauses, then looks set into the camera. SM:: "So what'll it be Jimmy? You accept my challenge or not?" Cutting into the Throwdown broadcast, we open backstage at the Boardwalk Hall to find roving reporter Katie Hudson stood, with microphone in hand, along 'The Gentleman' James Barrett. Both greet one another with a pleasant smile, as Katie wears one of her famous sun dresses, whilst James stands in his wrestling gear with a towel around his neck. Katie: "James, thanks for taking this time out of your busy schedule." James: "My dear, for someone of your beauty, I'd take time from God himself so that I could be with you." Katie: "Sorry, I thought this was an interview segment for a wrestling promotion, not some trashy dating show.." James: "No worries. It's an easy mistake to make." 'The Gentleman' smirks to himself, feeling that he won the exchange of words. Katie: "James, tonight on Throwdown, you have yourself a shot at the Fighting Spirit Championship, going against the defending Remy Barteaux and another challenger in Graver. What makes it more interesting is that this is only your third official match. Now, during the week, you and Graver seemed to exchange a few words in relation to the match and yesterday, Graver issued another promo, to which you failed to respond.." James: "Promos are all well and good, but unless this promotion is going to give away Championships to guys who get the crowd clinging to their every word and can give speeches without having to picture the audience naked, they're not a necessity. Sure, they're fun, I won't deny that. However, I had something more important to focus on and I felt it would be better to just ignore Graver for the time being, until we step into the ring and stare across at one another.." Katie: "What else could be more important?" James: "Personal issues, thank you. I found out yesterday that someone very near to me is extremely ill and with things like that, you tend to forget how to trash talk the lead singer of Nickelback.." Turning to look into the camera, James creates the shape of a gun with his right index and middle finger, then fires a shot, as if scoring a verbal win over Graver. Katie: "Will this personal issue affect your performance?" James: "Certainly not. I have my game face on tonight, which still makes me look remarkably handsome, and I will be walking out of that ring with my arm raised and ten pounds of gold strapped around my waist. There's only one thing that can throw me off and that's.." Voice: "Me?" The camera pans out and James turns around to find Jon Talos lurking behind him, offering a handshake to 'The Gentleman'. James: "Yes, you. Well done, Mister Talos." Jon: "Please, call me Jon." James: "For the minute, Mister Talos, I'd rather not acknowledge you. I have an extremely important match that I need to go and prepare myself for. This match will make my career here in Full Intensity Wrestling and I don't want anything else getting in my way, so if you'll excuse me please.." With that said, James looks to walk past the man, only for Jon to grab his arm and stop 'The Gentleman' dead in his tracks. Jon: "Maxx called me a few hours back and told me that you know everything, so don't play ignorant with me. You know I'm here to help you as a favour to Maxx Anderson, not to screw with you or lead you over to the dark-side, or whatever the Hell you thought I was plotting.." James: "Before you say anything else, I know where this is going. You're going to try and pitch your idea at me. Save your breath, Talos. Right now, I'm not interested. I have a Championship to go and win.." 'The Gentleman' grabs at Jon's hand and removes it from his arm, then smirks at Jon. James: "Seeing as you're here for the long haul, I'll catch up with you later in the week so that we can discuss your proposal in private. Knowing that Maxx has faith in you helps me a lot, Talos, so I'm willing to at least listen to what you say.." Jon: "That's all I want, James." James: "Good. Now, I'm off to win gold.." With that said, James turns and smiles to Katie whilst nodding, then looks to the camera with a smirk, before walking forward and disappearing from our screens. Jon watches James walk away with a slight smirk of his own, then looks at Katie and chuckles to himself, before walking away in the opposite direction to 'The Gentleman' as we fade. We come to a shot of Chris Love in what appears to be a Catholic Church. Chris is sitting in front of the alter with his a tight sky blue shirt and a pair of fitted jeans. The church seems to be closed and only the flickering glow from the prayer candles provide any light at all. Chris seems anxious and appears to be waiting for something. Suddenly the camera spins around to the front door as Brandon Bellmore bursts though the large oak doors sending an a loud “THUD” echoing though the empty cathedral. Chris: You got a lot of stones calling me up Bellmore. I get a call from my brother, “ Hey Chris I am sending Brandon down to help train you.” I think alright cool. But instead of getting trained I get my skull smashed in by a couple of thugs that hired to knock me around worse than a piñata at drunken fiesta. I have no idea why I agreed to meet your crazy ass. I ought to clean your clock right now. Bellmore: You just don’t get it do you kid? You just aren’t getting those gears shifting in that thick skull of yours? You think that I have some childish grudge with you? That I had you roughed up for my amusement? (Bellmore shakes his head disapprovingly. ) I did that to teach you humility. To teach you that simple truth that you are weak. That you are not as great as you think you are. No matter what training you have, what skill or in-born talent that you are only a human being. One man in the midst of humanity. In that humble nature you needed to come to the conclusion that you can be beaten no matter how strong you think you are. Chris: Alright fine. I get the point. School of hard knocks and all that. I guess that I can live with that. So then why the church? Are some priests going to jump out and knock me around with crosses? Perhaps I am here to confess my sins and beg for the strength to fight on to win the Cruiserweight title. Is that it Bellmore? Bellmore walks up past Chris by the alter. He walks around the alter stroking the cold marble as he goes around. On the other side Bellmore centers himself in the middle of the alter. Bellmore: Still cocky and brass. Full of piss and vinegar. Perhaps another lesson in humility would probably be necessary. However that is not the reason we are here today. To achieve the greatness you seek you need to find that extra strength. That belief in something greater than you is what will lift you up when you have nothing left to give. When everything seems set against you and you need to find the will to win in the face of defeat and darkness. It is that knowledge that someone is looking out for you will give you the courage to defeat your foes when you are a bloody lifeless heap. It is a magic little thing known as faith. On the alter is the communion chalice and platter. Bellmore grabs one of the communion crackers and places it in his mouth. He makes the sign of the cross before grabbing the cup and taking a sip. Chris: Faith. I was never that religious but hey why not right? Chris walks over to the communion plate to snatch up when of the crackers. He flips it up to catch in his mouth. Bellmore however snatches it out of the air and places it back on the plate. Bellmore: You still just don’t get it. Everything is a game to you. That is why you will forever fail. You were foolish enough to jump right into the fire without even checking it out. You think that you are some great gift to wrestling? You have raw talent I will give you that. But you are unrefined. You are soft like a lump of clay. These men and women in FIW that you step into the ring with are already battle tested and warrior proven. If you want to step toe to toe with them you need to give up these foolish intentions. Time to step out of your boyhood shadow and into the light of manhood. Chris stays silent and is reflecting on Bellmore’s words. He seems to be seriously weighing Bellmore’s words with a look of confusion on his face. Bellmore with chalice still in hand throws the rest of the wine back down his throat. He peers in the cup and seems disappointed when he finds it empty. He sets it back onto the alter and then turns around to face the cross hanging overhead. He seems to be a trance as he stares up at the image of Jesus hanging above. Bellmore: I know that this won’t be an easy transistion. But it must be done. You must find the strength to walk down this path of daggers to find the true soul of the warrior within. Listen closely to the pipers at the gates of dawn as they play a song to grant you courage. Chris sighs and then kneels down in front of the cross next to Bellmore. The two men begin to prayer as the scene fades out. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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[align=center] [/align]JH: Well up next on this night of champions we have a triple threat full of Fighting Spirit. TM: Can if you imagine if Gentleman Jim wins the FSC tonight? JH: He’s been in this federation all of five minutes, if he wins it’ll go down in the record books. TM: And we’ll have an actually gentlemen as our Fighting Spirit champion, instead of some scumbag thief. JH: Well, erm, yes. But let’s not forget Graver. Him and Remy have had some tussles in the ring before. He’s beaten Remy, Remy’s beaten him. Lot of history there, lot of experience of the Cajun and how he thinks, something the “gent” has none of. 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. TM: *sings* Reeemeee, he’ll have you on your knees, Remeee, you’ll be begging him please. JH: Oh God stop. Never do that again. TM: You’re just jealous of my dope rhymes. 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. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a SUDDEN DEATH, Triple Threat Match for the FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIONSHIP! In the ring, from Earl’s Court, London, weighing in at 247lbs, GENTLEMAN, JAAAAAAMES BARREEEEEEEETT!!! The usual booing occurs but it’s water off a ducks back to the Gentleman as he simply smiles snidely at his “fans” [align=center]"One time I saw a filipino cab driver cut out a cancer with a rusty butter knife."[/align] The ultra-heavy guitars of Rob Zombie's new single "Let it All Bleed Out" rock into our ears as the lights begin to flash white and red in strobe. Smoke pours from the entryway, the drums explode into existanec, and a familiar face comes rockin' out onstage. [align=center]BLEED! BLEED! BLEED IT OUT! YEAH![/align] TM: *sings* Graaveeeer -- JH: What did I just say!? MA: And his opponents. First, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 190lbs, THIS. IS. GRAAAAAAVEEEEEEER!!! 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. He 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. He heads toward ring centre, eyeing his opponent up as Gentleman Jim does the same TM: Whaddya think ol’ Jimmy boy makes of Graver? JH: He doesn’t look too impressed, that’s for sure. That he doesn’t. The Gent eyes his raggedy opponent with much disdain, screwing his face up as if he were about to puke. Graver responds with a smirk…and a raised middle finger. TM: How rude. Barrett takes exception to the gesture, and with a look of disgust etched on his face he responds in the correct, British way…by throwing him the V, and not the peace loving one either. Graver looks a tad confused by the gesture but takes it as an insult based on the context of their “conversation”. He takes a step forward, prompting Bennett to take on a defensive stance, but both men stop in their tracks as “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] The silent giant, Carl Lucas steps out behind him, shadowing him with that stoic, unwavering expression that he’s made his trademark as the two make their way along the raised walkway. JH: And here comes the champ. What a horrible position for Remy to be in, he doesn’t even have to be pinned here tonight to lose that belt. TM: Looks like Graver and James have put their own differences aside to focus on Remy. MA: And finally, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 225lbs, he is the FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIOOOOOON, REMYYYYYY BARTEAUUUUUUUUUUX!!! Remy takes in the sights and sounds, the house lights glinting off his championship belt as he reaches the ring. He stops at the ropes, glaring in at his two opponents, both of which are eyeing that shiny belt wrapped around his waist. JH: Both these men are hungry for that gold, and they’ll tear through Remy to get it. TM: Sweet. Michaela steps between the tree men and signals for Remy to step into the ring and remove his belt. He stoops through the ropes and reaches round his back, unbuckling the leather and gold and passing them onto the ref. She shows it to both men, not that they need to be shown what it looks like, before holding it up for the whole arena to see. She passes it off to some unknown ring monkey before calling for the bell. [align=center]DING! DING![/align] As the first chime rings out both Bennet and Graver charge Remy’s position, but the Cajun ducks back out through the ropes and pops up on the catwalk. TM: What the hell? Get back in there you wuss! The champs shoots a cocky grin their way as both contenders glance at each other briefly. They head for the ropes, stooping through them…as Remy runs toward them and rolls leaps back into the ring, right over their heads. He hits the canvas running and rebounds off the far ropes, hurtling back toward his opponents as they bring themselves back into the ring. He takes to the air and lands a dropkick to Graver’s head that sends the metal head crashing back through the ropes and onto the walkway, leaving the Cajun with the gentleman. JH: Remy’s trying to even the odds a little here, not a bad plan if he plans to leave here this evening with his title reign in tact. He springs back to his feet and leaves them again as he fires off another dropkick, this one aimed at James Barrett, but the Brit has the forethought to deflect his incoming boots and the Cajun drops to the canvas, quickly followed by James as he drops an elbow into the top of Remy’s back, then shows off his superior mat skills by mounting the champ and slapping his head a few times. TM: Ha! Jim pwnz ju! JH: A man ought’a show a champion more respect, especially if said man has yet to earn his stripes here. TM: He’s in this match ain’t he? That’s stripes enough. Jim switches again into a chin lock, wrenching back on Remy’s neck, but being so close to the ropes means the champ has an easy escape. Michaela insists Jim break the hold, and being the consummate gentleman that he is he does so…by exchanging the chin lock for a sleeper hold. He yanks Remy back off the ropes, even pulling him to his feet as he tightens his grasp around the champions throat. Barteaux fires a few mule kicks back into the Gent’s shins as he tries to slip his fingers up between his throat and his oppressors arm, but he finds himself distracted as he spots Graver stepping back into the ring. As he steps through the ropes, Remy swings his leg forward and catches him right in the nose! TM: Oooh, that’s gonna hurt. Right in the nose, if Graver weren’t so damned manly it might bring tears to his eyes. The Detroit native pulls himself up, checking his nose for blood as he glances at the choking Cajun. A smile curls his lips as he reaches back and lunges at the champ, throwing his arm across his face -- Or not, as Remy manages to slip out of Jim’s grasp and drop out of the way, just in time to let the Brit take the full force of the… JH: LARIOTOOOHHH! TM: That slippery little weasel. Graver follows through the move and finds himself on the canvas, peering over at Jim with a confused look on his face. He glances around and spots his true target coughing and hacking across the ring from him, and quickly gets to his feet. He marches across the ring, but as he reaches for the Cajun he finds himself tripped back to the canvas! Remy startles and spins round, pulling himself to his feet and backing into the corner for a breather as he watches Gentleman Jim holding onto Graver’s ankle. Jim drags him back and little toward centre and rolls up and over his back until he finds himself perched next to his scruffy head, from where he applies a side headlock and starts grinding at the nasty man’s skull. TM: Graver’s got no chance on the mats with the likes of Jim Barrett. JH: Too true, he brings a technical game to the table, whilst Graver brings -- TM: Hungry, Hungry Hippos! JH: … Graver begins fighting his way back to his feet, throwing elbows into the gut of his oppressor as he tries to loosen his grasp. Both men find verticality and look up…to see Remy smiling at them from the corner. He pushes himself off the mat and throws another dropkick…into thin air as both Graver and Jim part company and split off. Remy scrambles back to his feet just in time for both men to charge him back into the turnbuckles with a double shoulder block! With the wind well and truly knocked out of him, his opponents take an arm each and fling him full pelt across the ring to the complete opposite corner, but as Barrett runs in after him, Graver turns on his make shift partner and takes him down with a running Bulldog! TM: Et tu, Graver. JH: A little naïve of James to turn his back on Graver, that’s where his lack of experience come into play. Not of wrestling mind, he’s got plenty of experience there, but of his opponents here tonight. As Jim pulls himself up to his hands and knees, Graver hops on his back and starts slapping him in the back of the head and waving his arm around as is if he’s a cowboy on his steed. TM: Oh come on! This guy’s a gentleman, you can’t do that to him. He’s from England. JH: So? So am I. TM: You don’t count. I’ve never once seen you drink tea. Graver ends his game of cowboys by slamming his knees together…on either side of Barrett’s head! The Gent flops to the canvas and Graver backs off, pointing at the dazed Remy in the corner as he waits for Jim to once more struggle to all fours. Once there, Graver runs in, steps off his back and comes at Remy with a modified… JH: SHINING MEAT HOOOKAAA -- NOOO!!! Remy again slips out of the way and Graver’s fist finds nothing but turnbuckle pad. TM: Damn he’s slippery tonight. Did he get buttered up before the match or something? …I just gave myself a horrible mental image. JH: Did it involve Carl? TM: OH GOD! Graver hugs his fist, shaking out the pain as he turns to see Remy, shrugging and smiling that annoying cocky smile. Graver’s obviously had enough of it as he charges out at the arrogant Cajun, only for Jim Barrett to pop up between them and catch Graver into a… JH: NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEXUUUGHHH!! He’s got the bridge! Michaela drops into a count… [align=center]One! Two!! Th -- NO!![/align] Remy dashes in and steps off Barrett’s exposed stomach, flipping in the air and crashing back into him with a… JH: REMY-SAAAAULT!!! The wind is driven right out of James and into the lighting rigs as Michaela is forced to abandon her count. The FSC champ is keen to keep her busy by quickly jumping Graver and hooking his leg! [align=center]One! Two -- NO![/align] Graver manages to kickout and Remy rolls off, quickly glancing over to the winded Brit before jumping on him and pinning his shoulders to the white! [align=center]One! Two -- NO![/align] He barely gets past two before Graver drags him off by the leg! JH: Remy’s desperate to keep that title, he’s taking any opportunity he can get. TM: Can you blame him? He got himself into this mess last week when he saved April’s firm yet supple ass, now somehow he’s gotta make it out with that belt still wrapped around his waist. JH: …How do you know April’s ass is supple? TM: I assume. Remy spins round in Graver’s grasp and kicks himself free. He scrambles back to his feet and turns back round into -- JH: BAM! TM: STUNNER! It’s just that damn quick! Remy snaps back to the canvas and Graver is quick to pounce into a pin! [align=center]One! Two!! Three -- NO!!![/align] JH: NO! Gentleman Jim with a falling axe handle to the back of Graver’s head! Another close pin fall, these guys are relentless! Graver and Jim roll in opposite directions and slowly pull themselves to their feet. They eye each other warily before advancing, but they’re attention is drawn downward as their feet kick against the stirring corpse of Remy Barteaux. The glance at each other, then at Remy, then back to each other and apparently decide to once again put their differences aside as they both reach down and drag the champ to his feet. They take an arm each and whip him across the ring into the corner, but Jim’s a quick learner and this time avoids running in first. With one arm tucked behind his back he motions to Graver “After you.” The Detroitian (it’s a word…now) nods and charges in, throwing himself onto Remy’s form with an avalanche splash and quickly following up with a barrage of forearms and elbows! JH: IN THE PITAAAHHHH!!! Remy is trapped in the corner and forced to endure the punishment. Jim sees his chance and charges in, but Graver telegraphs it and dodges out of the way, leaving the FSC to take the full brunt of a rather gentlemanly forearm shot! Graver waves a finger at Jim as if to admonish him for trying to jump him from behind, and Jim responds with a straight fist to his nose! TM: Graver’s disrespect has forced the Gent into fisticuffs. What a horrible to-do it is. JH: Why are you talking like that? TM: Verily one must talk proper like when in the presence of such a gentleman. In fact, I think I should put on a monocle. JH: *sigh* Jimmy boy fires a few straight shots into the nose of Graver before taking him by the arm and whipping him across the canvas. He rebounds and finds the Gent awaiting his return with outstretched arms, not the welcoming kind, the getting your spine meshed into the canvas kind. JH: ROTATING SPINBUSTAAAHHHHH!!! Shades of Arm Anderson. TM: Quite. JH: …Is that a monocle? Jim leaves his prey ring centre for now and heads for a vacant turnbuckle. He steps out onto the apron and ascends the corner, perching atop it as he waits for his quarry to rise to his feet. He does so, and the unsuspecting Graver turns groggily round to find the Gentleman, and find him he does, flying off the top rope with a… JH: HIGH SOCIE -- NO!! Graver drops and rolls out of the way, causing the gent to hit canvas and roll through to the ropes. Graver hops back up, shaking the cobwebs away as he moves back in on Jim, but instead finds Remy coming at him with the… JH: MOB HIII -- NO!! TM: You should probably wait till it actually hits to shout out the name. *snatch -- crack!* TM: MY MONOCLE!!! Graver ducks the boot and Remy spins to confront him, only to take a boot to the gut for his trouble. The champ finds himself thrust between Graver’s legs, not a happy place to be for any living thing, his arms hooked up and his head slowly being crushed by the… JH: … TM: Nnnnnnnnn-Now! JH: VIOLENT PORNOGRAPHEEEEE!!! Graver squeezes as tight as he can as Remy struggles to break free, to no avail. Jim composes himself across the ring and looks up to see the match moments away from being won. That just won’t do, so the Gent heads over to his two opponents and…scoops Remy’s legs into a Boston Crab!!! JH: Double submission! Graver’s got the head, James has got the legs, Remy’s being pulled and squeezed and torqued in all directions! TM: But if he taps out, who wins the match? Good question, one that even confounds Michaela as she does her best to do her job. He, reluctantly, positions herself by Graver’s ass so that she may ask the Cajun if he submits. He shakes his head, well he would had he the room, but he answers in the negative, even as his body is squeezed and twisted in ways it really shouldn’t be. JH: This is a hell of a lot of pain Remy’s in right now, I don’t know how much longer he can stick this out. Graver clamps his thighs around Remy’s head as hard he can -- I’m sorry, there’s just no way of putting it that makes it sound not gay -- as the Gent wrenches his legs back. Jim looks up and arches an eyebrow as he spies the silent giant, Carl Lucas, smiling at him from ringside. TM: What the hell’s he smiling about, Remy’s seconds away from losing -- hey! What’s that? Carl pulls something out of his pocket and the camera angle quickly changes to try and pick it up. JH: It’s a small, tube like container. What’s that label read? Cajun…spice? Carl holds his palm out flat as he taps the contents of the container into it, creating a small mound of reddish brown powder. Jim’s eyes widen as he shakes his head. Carl nods in response, and tosses the powder right into his eyes! TM: Hey! My God what was that stuff? JH: Looked like some sort of spice to me, pretty hot one from the way James is reacting. The Brit howls out in pain as the powder stings his eyes, bucking back and forth and inadvertently pulling Remy out of Graver’s grasp. Michaela moves to check on the ruckus and finds James rolling out of the ring, feeling around blindly as he moves toward the fan barricades. With Michaela suitably distracted, Remy fires a forearm up into little Graver! TM: Oh come on ref! Graver staggers back, but as he does so finds himself scooped up onto Remy’s shoulders. He heaves himself to his feet and… his legs begin to buckle, still smarting from the double submission, and he collapses back to the canvas with Graver in tow! JH: Remy looking for his own touch of Cajun Spice, but with his legs and neck killing him he just couldn’t take Graver’s weight. Both men hit the canvas and Graver rolls off to the apron, dropping himself out of the way as he tends to his bruised manhood. On the other side, Jim has snatched a bottle of water from some fat kid in the first row and is using it to wash the pain from his eyes, leaving them with a lovely red ring around them. He blinks half a dozen times a second as Michaela tries to check on him, but he swats her away and leans back on the barricade to regain his bearings. Back in the ring, Remy pulls himself up with the help of the ropes and signals to his silent partner. TM: Hey what’s he doing? Hey! Get your hands of him! He’s a gentlemen! Didn’t you see the monocle!? Much to Michaela’s protests, Carl grabs the blinded Brit by the scruff of his neck and tosses him back into the ring. He struggles to his feet, still wiping away at his eyes as he turns right into the… JH: MOB HIIIIIIIIT!!! Barrett snaps into the canvas and Remy…Remy falters, those legs fading beneath him. JH: That double submission still taking it’s toll on Remy’s legs. TM: Stupid Cajun, what a dumbass move to use when -- HEY! Remy moves in on his prey, but Graver slides in from behind and rolls him up! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] JH: HE DID IT!!! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and the NEW Fighting Spirit Champion, GRAAAAAVEEEEEEEEER!!! “Let It All Bleed Out” barely has time to hit the speakers before Graver has rolled from the ring and snatched up his shiny new title belt. Remy scramble to his feet and looks around in shock as the new champion backs up the side of the walkway, holding his title high in the air and celebrating as he makes a rather quick getaway. TM: Out of nowhere. We could have had a respectable, gentlemanly champion, but no, we get… THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS GRAVER! You gotta admit, that's better then a Frenchie thief. JH: Remy’s reign is over, and it looks like he’s none to happy about it. Remy’s hands run through his hair as he looks up the walkway after his disappearing hunk of gold. He kicks the ropes in frustration as curses in French, curses in English, hell he’d curse in Klingon if he knew how. TM: Say goodbye to Remy’s kneecaps. JH: I wouldn’t like to be in his shoes right now. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Backstage we join a very ragin’ Cajun as he storms through the corridors of the arena, his loyal compadre, the silent Carl Lucas, following him diligently. Remy’s brow creases with anger as his eyes fall on a familiar figure up ahead, propped against the wall with an arrogant smirk tattooed on his face. He speaks as they approach, that east end of London accent, tinted with faux sympathy, grates on Remy’s nerves like nails on the chalkboard of his soul. Riggs: Remy, Remy, Remy, what can I say? Bloody shame that. Personally I was rooting for that British bloke, what’s his name. Always nice to see someone from the motherland and all tha-aaaAAGHH!!! Riggs finds himself cut off from both his sentence and supply of oxygen as Remy forces his forearm into his throat, lifting him a few inches off the ground at the same time. He locks eyes with the frightened Englishman, a deathly serious glare erupting behind his baby browns. Remy: One more word, mon ami, Ah sweah. Jus’ give me a reason. A giant palm lands on his shoulder and eases him away. Remy breaks his hold, shrugging away his friend’s grip while keeping his eye line fixed. Remy: Ah’ll get it back. Riggs: See that you do, else -- *SMACK* -- AAARGHH!! Riggs instinctively cups his hands around his nose as Remy pulls his fist back. Remy: Dhat was five, wanna try for dha sentence? The slimy limy keeps his tongue as the blood trickles through his finger. Remy moves off, holding eye contact until the very last second before turning and calling back… Remy: Ah’ll get it back, don’ you worry. Carl moves to follow and the pair continue their journey, the now former champion muttering to himself as he walks. Remy: Ah’ll get it back. While the stage hands clean up the ring and get it ready for the next contest the TNT’Tron springs into action. Mark Deveraux is standing with Smarty Smark who’s now holding the brief case from earlier; it would appear the duo is just a foot or so away from the conference room door. Both men are looking quite smug with themselves, that is apparent. Mark: So since you came out of the room I take it the business meeting is over, and by the look on your face it went well. Could you now shed some light on what exactly is going on? Smarty giggles his snorting like laughter and holds up the brief case, with his free hand slapping it against the side of the steel brief case. Smarty Smark: I’ve the last few weeks have been mentioning my clients, not client, in TNT. This was the final step in them joining with the man who can make them superstars. Inside this brief case much like Ninja’s is a binding contract for my new clients. Also it should be noted this is yet another step in the C.A.B.C. which by the way is gaining steam. The ratings for TNT have taken a nasty hit since my client has not competed and concerned parents are flooding the TNT management’s office with mail and e-mails…Course I was the one to hand out Madison Lee’s personal e-mail address for them to send these complaints to. Mark glares slightly at Smarty Smark who looks like as pleased as can be with himself. Smarty Smark: You see it’s quite simple Mister Deveraux, Ninja and even these new clients are the tip of the iceberg for the firm of Smarty Smark and Smark. More will continue to roll in and more and more Madison will find herself with less and less wrestlers allowing her to use her idiotically biased judgment. From day one my goal was to reshape TNT into a better product and to bring all the gold into the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark. And with these new clients I am confident with them and Ninja it is only a matter of time. Only a matter of time until horrible role models like that clown and April are a thing of the past. Only a matter of time until the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark is the number one dominant force in not only TNT, but the entirety of Full Intensity Wrestling. Mark: And who are these new clients? Smarty Smark: Well here they are now… The camera pulls back to reveal both Kendra Norton and Alex Evans wearing t-shirts with Smarty Smark’s logo on it. Extreme Ninja #2 and Paper Bag Man are right behind the duo out of the conference room. Alex Evans walks over and stands on Smarty’s right side and Kendra stands on his left side. Paper Bag Man standing off to the side while Smarty Smark calls Extreme Ninja #2 into the middle of the group with him. Smarty Smark: That’s right ladies and gentlemen; allow me to introduce the two newest associates of Smarty Smark and Smark…Mr.Highspot himself, Alex Evans! And the Canadian Enforcer…Kendra Norton! Alex Evans is the most revolutionary man in the ring today with his high-flying and high-impact offense. The man is a sex symbol world wide and is talented in various fields. He is young, determined and ruthless when it comes to his goal of succeeding in this business. From now on you will see him representing us every Tuesday Night as he continues his hunt for the Cruiserweight title. Which by the way to Miss April Lynn, he would’ve won had he not been suffering emotional pain. It is a little known fact but Alex’s dog, Sparky, just passed away on Monday. Mark gets a rather confused expression on his face as Smarty Smark and Alex both nod sadly. Alex acting as if he might cry over this imaginary death of a imaginary dog. Smarty Smark: So you got lucky once again April by the mere fact that the man’s dog died. And then you have… Smarty Smark turns towards Kendra and smirks as she looks rather imposing with her arms crossed over her chest. Smarty Smark: The woman who’s bringing back the SPORT of professional women’s wrestling. Miss Norton is a wrestling machine in that ring who can take apart her opponent in various ways. She knows bones in parts of the body most people don’t even know they had parts to, and because of that fact she is able to dislocate every single one of them on her opponent’s body. She knows which way to bend the bones and which submission holds to use to add pressure to said bones. The arguably most dominant female wrestler when put in that ring against an opponent. Not only is she re-defining technical know how and brute force but she is a smart business woman. She instantly knew she needed the backing of one man and one man only to ensure her dreams of success came true. Sadly for April Lynn much like Alex Evans here and of course the Crown Jewel of Smarty Smark and Smark, Extreme Ninja #2, Kendra is looking for that Cruiserweight belt around her waist. Smarty Smark, Kendra Norton and Alex Evans all share a chuckle at the thought of taking the belt away from April Lynn. Smarty Smark: However we here at the managerial firm of Smarty Smark and Smark are not overly greedy. We don’t care who wins the belt as long as it is taken off the waist of April Lynn and as long as it is held within our camp. So to April Lynn and any one else trying to take the Cruiserweight belt be warned as you’ll have to deal with all three of my clients to get it or in April’s case to keep it. But the Cruiserweight title isn’t the only belt we are looking to gain in the near future. Extreme Ninja #2 and Kendra Norton representing the firm as a tag team are looking to bring the tag straps not only into the Smarty Smark and Smark camp but back to TNT. Unlike a certain Cajun duo too they won’t lose to a French man who’s carried by his partner who has a massive nose. As well as soon enough start going after the Fighting Spirit Championship and put that slimy lil’ thief known as Remy out of his misery. Alex Evans chuckles and flexes his arms while Kendra Norton pats Ninja on the shoulder. Smarty Smark’s grin shifts more into a smirk as he turns to face the camera directly. Smarty Smark: And I’m sure there will be those who try and say Alex & Kendra have sold out. No no no no, you see this is why you are the ignorant masses that you are. Alex and Kendra have not sold out, they have merely bought in ladies and gentlemen. To sell out is to give up your morals for the sake of money, neither of them gave up their morals in these contract deals. They bought in and have become part of the greatest movement the FIW has ever seen. Whether you love us or you hate us, learn to like it as we are going to be here for a long long time. So until next time remember…sooner or later all your bases will belong to Smarty Smark…AND THE FUNKY BUNCH~! The camera takes one last look at the newly dubbed alias for Smarty Smark’s firm representatives who are now all laughing with Smarty, except for Ninja of course. All five of them walk off screen as Mark stands there still glaring at them for their hating on Madison. The TNT’Tron fading to black as the camera cuts back to ringside for yet another match. The camera cuts to the backstage area where Onikage is seen walking down a hall way. While he is passing a door it slowly begins to creep open silently as to make sure Onikage isn’t aware of it. Suddenly the giant figure of Jim O’Brien walks out from behind the door way with his steel chair wrapped in barbwire in hand. Without warning Jim charges Onikage and smashes the steel chair right over the unsuspecting head of Onikage. Quickly tossing his weapon to the side O’Brien begins to lay in the boots to the sXe savior. One after another after another Jim stomps the holy crap out of his foe. Onikage tries to crawl away to safety; he gasps and winces only to be stopped when Jim soccer kicks Onikage right in the ribs, knocking his rival over onto his back. Jim soccer kicks Onikage right in the side repeatedly trying to destroy his kidney or ribs. The Monster of TNT pauses only to press his massive foot against Onikage’s throat and starts to choke him right there. Onikage gropes at Jim’s foot and tries to push it off to get in that valuable air. Growing bored of choking him Jim releases his foot choke on Onikage and grabs him by a hand full of his hair. With quite a bit of force Jim charges towards the wall with Onikage in hand and slams Onikage head first into the wall. Onikage’s head bounces off of the solid wall like it was a pin ball before his entire body collapses. Kneeling down beside the man who’s caused him so much pain for the last few months Jim unloads fist after fist to the stitches Onikage has at the start of his hairline from last week’s attack. After each punch Jim is hitting Onikage’s skull so hard he shakes his hand, trying to shake off the sting of them. Slowly but surely Onikage’s stitches give way to Jim’s fists and the sacred crimson flows once more from Onikage’s skull. But Jim isn’t happy with just reopening the wound; rather he continues to punch at it to open it even more. Soon the cut looks almost twice as big as it did the week before and Jim’s fist is nearly soaked in Onikage’s blood. ???: Stop that moronic retard! At the sound of the all too familiar voice Jim’s head looks up and finds security guards surrounding him. The security guards force Jim a few steps back from Onikage and lock him into handcuffs. Jim grins at the one who made the order as she walks onto screen, TNT General Manager Madison Lee, who isn’t looking too thrilled. Madison: What a big surprise. Jim O'Brien is attacking someone. Y'know, you've seriously gotta see someone about this problem. If you aren't trying to get into Kendra's pants, you're beating someone into the ground; usually the security. Madison smirks at her cheapshot over how Jim spends his free time. Looking him over, far from impressed, Madison rolls her eyes and gives her head a shake. Madison: Get him out of my sight. With their orders the security guards pull Jim who tries to stay where he’s standing away from the scene. O’Brien uses his pure strength being bigger than all the guards to stop them just long enough to say. O’Brien: Can’t I at least accept that challenge Shannon Micheals made?! Madison: Like I care. So, whatever. If it'll keep you out of my hair for one week, you can face him next week. Jim laughs in a rather eerily pleasant fashion as the security guards pull him away and off camera. Quickly EMTs rush onto the screen and begin checking on Onikage while Madison Lee stands over him and looks rather unhappy with the situation she is left with. Madison: Great! Who the hell's gonna wrestle Dante now? Not like it wasn't hard enough to find him to challenge in the first place. As the EMTs continue to check on Onikage and take care of him JJ walks onto the scene. His expression turns to utter shock upon seeing his mentor in such a horrible state. Instantly he looks over at Madison Lee for some kind of answer. JJ: What the hell happened? Madison: Oh, it's so horrible![/sarcasm] Jim O'Brien's sexual frustrations over Kendra... let's say, changing her preferences... has caused him to do the only thing he knows how to do. Beat up people. Luckily it wasn't security again but now what am I supposed to do about the Ultimate Endurance Championship match that promised everyone? There is an arena full of people who paid me good money to see Dante Coles in action and I am not giving it back to them! Madison’s explanation, along with her words on the match that had been scheduled, ring through JJ’s mind. His eyes drift back down to Onikage who’s getting taken care of and then back up to Madison. A look of determination appears on his face and he takes a step closer to Madison. JJ: Miss Lee, let me take the place of my sensei in the match tonight. You said I could sub for Kailey if she wasn’t in competing shape, but since she is let me be the one to sub for my teacher. Madison: Well, that is an interesting prospect. I guess, technically, you are the next best thing to Onikage challenging. Afterall, you are his student. Fine, you can take the spot. But hurry. The match is next. With the decision made JJ nods his head and heads back off camera to get ready for his match. Madison Lee with a hint of frustration on her face looks back down at the slightly cleaned up Onikage. Madison: I hate dealing with this crap. That said we fade to advertisers. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] [align=center] [/align]The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a frenzy. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage with his championship in hand. The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Reaching the ring apron he walks to the corner then climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arm and championship belt up to the roaring crowd. Dante hops into the ring and hands the title off to the ref, then waits for the match to start. JH: Well there he is, Ladies and Gentlemen. FIW's Ultimate Endurance Champion. TM: And a damn fine one too, might I add. This guy's gonna revolutionize the UEC as we know it. Hell, this is the guy that's gonna make the Ultimate Endurance Championship and give it the prestige it deserves. JH: Dante hasn't even defended the belt yet. How can you be so sure of yourself? TM: Who are you to doubt Dante Coles? JH: Ugh... [align=center]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 one figure emerged from behind the black curtain. That figure would be none other than JJ. EVERY DAY I FEEL SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I GET ORDINARY! JJ raises his arms up in a X symbol as he makes his way down the aisle, a somewhat confident look on his face. Soon enough, JJ reaches the apron. STUCK IN A LOOP FEELING SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I FEEL SO DAMN ORDINARY! JJ steps over the 2nd rope and under the 3rd as he makes his way into the ring. "My Enemy" fades out as JJ makes his way to a nearby corner, prepping himself for the match.[/align] JH: Now here's a young man with quite an opprotunity ahead of him. If JJ could dethrone Dante Coles from his throne as the Ultimate Endurance Champion, it'd be possibly the biggest upset in TNT history. TM: Well that's a big if, Jonathan. Pound for pound, Dante Coles is probably the best pure athlete in FIW. And to coin a phrase, he's the total package. And it's a crime that he hasn't held the Dual Crown yet. JH: Well, as it stands Dante may be facing Swytch at next week's TNT. Whether the belt is on the line or not in unknown, but it'll certainly be a hellacious match. Michael Anderson, who's been midring all along, brings the mic to his lips and does what he does best. MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for One Fall and is for the FIW ULTIMATE! ENDURANCE! CHAMPIONSHIP! Yay! MA: Introducing first, the challenger. From LANSING, MICHIGAN! Standing Five feet, Seven inches tall. Weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Sixty Five pounds..... JAY! JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYY! Boo, hiss. TNT's faithful isn't too fond of him. But God knows all the pre-pubescent girls mark the hell out. Kinda like Jeff Hardy. Poor guy... to be put in the same league as that guy. MA: And the opponent. From LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA! Standing Six feet, Two inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Fifty Five pounds..... HE IS THE FIW ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION! DANTAYYYYYYYYYY! COHHHHHHHHHHLESSSSSAH! Dante gets smattered with a mixed reaction, consisting of chants "YOU SOLD OUT!", "N-G-I-DUB!", and... Well, not so much chants. But the screams of pre-pubescent girls all around the arena. Moreso than JJ. TM: Dammit, is it Kids Night or something? JH: Well with the NGIW chants, I would've thought it was Smark Night. TM: Nah, the only time its ever Smark Night is when we go to New York, Philadelphia, Chicago or anywhere in Canada. JH: I'll be sure to jot that down and prepare for more Bizarro TNTs in the future. Michael Anderson makes his way out out of the ring while Logan Black climbs in. Black looks over to Timmy the Timekeeper and signals for the ol'- [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] JJ and Dante begin to circle one another, then Tie Up. With the obvious height, weight, experience and awesomeness advantage, Dante pushes JJ into a nearby turnbuckle. Referee Logan Black wriggles between the two wrestlers and calls for a clean break. Dante backs off THEN NAILS A RIGHT HAND INTO JJ'S FACE! And then a Forearm Smash! Dante grabs JJ by the wrist and slingshots him into the corner ahead of him! JJ's back smacks off of the turnbuckles and he snaps face first to the mat! TM: Holy moly! You see that power from Dante Coles?! Absolutely incredible. JH: Well yeah. Of course he's gonna look tough throwing somebody that's 90 pounds less than he is. Dante approaches JJ and grabs a handful of hair, bringing Onikage's padawan to his feet. He grabs JJ's wrist and throws him to the ropes. JJ rebouns off the ropes and gets launched into the lights above with a Back Body Drop! JJ falls and smacks HARD onto the mat upon landing! JH: I can already tell fans, this is gonna be an ugly match. TM: Well it would've been decent had Jim not beaten the crap outta Onikage earlier. Then we'd have a good match. JH: Well, I don't exactly condone Jim for taking out his frustrations against Onikage earlier tonight but I also don't condone alot of what Onikage has done over the past several months. TM: Well, what do you condone that Onikage has done over the past several months? JH: To the best of my knowledge, Onikage recycles. Dante stays on his opponent; while JJ begins to push himself off of the mat, Dante applies a Side Headlock. Referee Logan Black approaches JJ to see if he wants to call it a day, but c'mon. It's a Headlock. But JJ starts to fight back as he pushes himself to his feet, then shoves Dante to the ropes. Dante bounces off of the ropes and runs under JJ's feet as he leapfrogs over Dante. Dante bounces off of the ropes and runs RIGHT INTO A LEG LARIAT FROM JJ! Dante doesn't stay down for long as he swivels to a knee, clutching at his jaw. But JJ answers back, sculpting Dante's face with his own fists. JJ then nails a HUUUUUGE Uppercut on Dante! Dante falls to the mat upon impact! JH: Well, it's a little more even than I thought. TM: Bah, Dante's just putting him over. Giving him a bit of a rub. JH: *smacks TM with kayfabe stick* Shhhhh! You're not supposed to use insiders terms! JJ sticks on his man as he outstretches Dante's arm. He lifts himself up AND PLANTS A KNEE ON THE INSIDE OF DANTE'S ELBOW! JJ pushes himself up again AND PLANTS ANOTHER KNEE INTO DANTE'S ELBOW! JH: Great strategy by JJ. Dante's forte is suplexes, and he can't throw JJ around with one arm. TM: And you know who taught him such strategies? Onikage. JH: *grumbles* Dante shoots off of the mat as he clutches at his elbow while JJ keeps an eye on Dante, plotting what to do next. JJ then approaches Dante and cautiously brings the former Rising Evolution Champion to his feet. He grabs Dante's wrist and begins to wrench Dante's arm around, then nearly yanks it out of socket! With a grip still on Dante's wrist, JJ begins to back up to a nearby turnbuckle. JJ then cautiously steps up to the bottom buckle, them middle, then top. And with amazing balance, JJ walks across the ropes! TM: WOW! Amazing balance by JJ! And he learned it from Onikage too! *sticks tongue out at JH* After reaching about mid-length of the ropes, JJ leaps from the ropes AND LEG DROPS DANTE COLES' ARM TO THE CANVAS! JH: I have to say, I'm quite suprised at how even this bout has been so far. TM: That'll change soon. As much as I like JJ, Dante is gonna overcome. He always has, always will. Dante quickly rolls to his side and to his knees, clutching at his arm. Finding his opprotunity to win, JJ swivels Dante around and plants him chest first to the mat with gripping at his arm with a Fujiwara Armbar! Referee Logan Black approaches Dante, seeing if wants to tap. JH: JJ first with a submission hold, a Fujiwara Armbar! TM: I'll betcha he learned it from Kendra Norton. They're alot tighter than they lead on, honestly. JH: How would you know? TM: We hang out together. All the time. JH: *sneezes* Sorry, I'm allergic to Bullsh- BUT DANTE ROLLS OUT OF THE ARMBAR! Dante quickly rolls to his feet, bringing JJ along with him who still has a firm grip on Dante's arm. Dante swings his arm around AND LARIATS JJ OUTTA HIS FREAKIN' BOOTS! Dante backs up a bit, catching any breath he may have lost and felxes his arm, trying to get feeling back and get blood circulatiing back into it. TM: Sometimes, it only takes one move to completely change the pace of a match. And it looks as if the pace for this one did with that Lariat by Dante. Dante then approaches Dante, shaking his head. He grabs a handful of hair and raises JJ to his feet. Dante nails a HUUUUUGE knee to JJ's midsection, then whips him to the ropes. JJ rebounds RIGHT INTO A SPINEBUSTER BY DANTE COLES! Dante immediately shoves himself off of the mat and signals for Logan Black to begin his 10 Count. [align=center]1! 2! 3! 4![/align] JJ begins to shove himself off of the mat. Frustration obviously painted all over Dante's face, he approaches JJ and drags him to his feet. Dante then applies a Front Chancerie (with his good arm), then underhooks one of JJ's arms. Dante lifts, pops his hips AND TOSSES JJ WITH A HALF HATCH SUPLEX! TM: HALF HAAAAAAAAAATCH SUPLEX! And what fortitude, too! With an ailing arm, Dante connects with an impressive Half Hatch Suplex. The TNT faithful begins to turn sour on Dante, with "YOU SOLD OUT!" beginning to echo throughout the Boardwalk Hall. Dante looks out into the Atlantic City audience, unappreciative of their remarks towards him. TM: This "selling out" nonsense is getting rediculous. Saying Dante Coles sold out is like saying Metallica or Green Day sold out. JH: More like The Offspring or Blink-182. TM: Well... At least Green Day got better after they sold out. Blink-182 could learn a thing or two from them. JH: But you just said that Green Day, as well as Dante Coles, the idea of them selling out was ridiculous. TM: I know what I said, Hitch. No need to be a stickler. Dante approaches JJ once more and brings him back to his feet. "It's over!" he shouts as he puts JJ in a Standing Headscissors! Dante brings his arms around the waist of JJ AND LIFTS HIM TO HIS SHOULDERS! But DANTE HESITATES IN LIFTING JJ HIGHER! JH: Dante's having difficulty in trying to elevate JJ! TM: It's that ailing arm of his! JJ looks to have shaken the cobwebs loose as he realizes where he is. JJ reels a fist back and connects with a Right Hand against Dante's cranium! And another! JJ THEN FLIPS DANTE OVER WITH A HURACANRANA! JH: Oh my! Dante gave JJ too much time to recover. Dante climbs to his knee as JJ bounces off of the ropes. JJ rebounds towards Dante AND CONNECTS WITH A SHINING HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN! JH: Holy crap! I've never seen that before! TM: Which means, odds are you'll be seeing it Monday night on USA. Oddly enough, the crowd does start to get behind JJ. WTF?! JJ looks over at Dante, then to the closest turnbuckle. JJ slowly charges the corner and begins to scale the turnbuckles. Facing the crowd, JJ finally reaches the top turnbuckle ONLY TO BE GIVEN A ONE HANDED FALL FROM GRACE STRAIGHT TO HELL BY DANTE COLES!!!!1!!1! JH: OH MY GOD! ONE HANDED FALL FROM GRACE! TM: Let's get an instant replay of that! The screen then splits, with the right side showing Dante Coles clutching at his arm with JJ splattered in the ground. On the left, we watch that One Handed Fall from Grace in slow motion. What Dante did was insert himself under JJ and with his right arm, his good arm, grabbed the back of JJ's tights, lifted him off the turnbuckle and slam him to the mat with a Fall From Grace. Normally Dante grabs the sides of his opponents tights and elevates them that way, but he tried that earlier. Didn't work. TM: Like I said earlier, Jonathan - It takesonly one move to change the pace of the match. And the momentum is back in Dante's favor. Logan Black begins his count... [align=center]1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7![/align] JJ actually begins to stir. [align=center]8![/align] JJ shoves himself off of the mat and tries to crawl to the ropes. [align=center]9![/align] JJ grabs ahold of the ropes and starts to pull himself off of the mat! [align=center]1--[/align] JJ'S MADE IT TO HIS FEET! JH: I'll give credit where it's due - JJ's shown an amazing display of tenacity in this match tonight. TM: I'll say. It's just too bad Onikage's eyes are too swallen shut to see his student at work. Upon seeing this, Dante is as shocked as a squirrel chewing on a power line. Dante curses under his breath as he approaches JJ, who's on spahgetti legs. Dante nails a HUUUUUGE Toe Kick to JJ's midsection and shoves him into another Standing Headscissors! Dante then underhooks each of JJ's arms, lifts AND SPIKES JJ ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! JH: ARRRRRGH! The Thrill Ride! A modified Brighty Bomb! Whatever you wanna call it, it just put JJ out! Dante backs up from JJ's corpse as Logan Black begins his count once again... [align=center]1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8![/align] JJ BEGINS TO STIR! [align=center]9![/align] JJ begins to shove himself off of the mat, prompting Dante's jaw to drop to the mat! And just as Dante was shocked, anger sweeps that shock away as he stomps toward JJ. He grabs JJ's legs AND FOLDS HIM WITH A LION-TAMER! TM: DANTE'S INFERNO! Logan Black squats down and approaches JJ to see if he's into that whole "tapping out" concept. JJ begins to whimper in pain AND THEN SLAMS HIS OPEN PALM AGAINST THE MAT! OVER and OVER AGAIN! JH: That's it! JJ taps out! [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] 'Downfall' explodes back over the PA, prompting a chorus of boos from the Boardwalk Hall. Dante pushes himself of JJ and walks towards the center of the ring. MA: Your winner AND STILL FIW ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION... DANTAYYYYYYYYYY! COHHHHHHHHHHLESSSSS! Referee Logan Black raises Dante's arm to the air, but Dante quickly snaps it back from LB. It was the bad arm that Black raised. Dante's then handed the UEC, which he accepts and walks over to the closest turnbuckle. He climbs to the second buckle and raises his right arm to the air, his left around the Ultimate Endurance Championship. JH: Well fans, Dante Coles' first defense of the U-E-C didn't go as smooth as he probably thought. JJ certainly did give him a run for his money tonight. TM: Yeah. It was probably one of the better squash matches I had to sit through. Though JJ shouldn't be disappointed in losing, he really showed he can be a real contender someday. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 8 2006, 02:20 AM Post #4 |
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It’s dark. Night time usually is. The skull cowboy stands at the end of a sidewalk, staring at the door to a large manse. A caw is heard in the distance, and the crow that constantly follows him flaps into view, lighting neatly on his shoulder. The crow has something small and white in its beak. He drops it into the cowboy’s hand. He holds it tight, not squeezing, but to keep it from squirming away. Skull Cowboy: ¿Dónde usted encontró esto? The crow caws again, and the cowboy turns back to the little white furball. Our camera moves in and we can see that it’s some sort of rodent, fervently trying to escape the cowboy’s grip. A perky little head sniffs at the air around him, but he seems completely serene. Skull Cowboy: No soy un parque zoológico, usted entiende. The crow makes its signature noise once more, flapping its wings before settling. Skull Cowboy: Muy bien. Él puede permanecer. The cowboy unsnaps a pocket to his duster, and lets the little white creature crawl inside. His voice comes in a harsh, but comforting whisper. Skull Cowboy: Estancia allí para ahora. Sus ojos son demasiado inocentes ver tal violencia. Slowly he walks toward the house, stopping at the door. The skull cowboy raises the knocker and raps three times. A moment passes, and the door opens revealing a man in his mid-thirties with a shorn head and a sleepy expression in his blue eyes. He squints at the cowboy, and his eyes widen in shock. He blinks a few times, squints as though double-checking, then screws up his eyebrows in wonder. Man: What the fuck are you? What’re you doing here? Skull Cowboy: You were once known as TCA, sí? TCA: Yeah, I was. What, do you want an autograph? Some training or something? Well fuck off! Y’know, at least of you fan boys have the common decency to wait until daytime! You come to my house, interrupt my sleep, and--GACK! A leather-clad fist squeezes itself around TCA’s throat, his eyes bulging with the sheer force of the grip. Skull Cowboy: I have a message for you. The cowboy throws TCA inside with quite a lot of force, knocking him on his ass. He passes the threshold and lays a harsh kick to the former GHC’s abs. The crow squawks and the cowboy pauses to remove his coat and hat, politely hanging them on the hook by the door. The small rodent pokes his head out of the coat pocket, sniffing the air so full of new sensations. TCA gets to his hands and knees and begins crawling toward a phone, but the cowboy jams a boot into his tailbone before hoisting him up by the shoulders. He delivers a FIERCE headbutt to TCA’s face, and supports his weight as his vision goes double. Skull Cowboy: You were once a champion. Several times a champion, in fact. Not only in FIW, from where I come, but in NGIW as well. Both times your arrogance and your laziness were a downfall. For TNT, tonight is a night of champions. It is for that reason I come to you tonight-- TCA: Shut up! Shut UP! I don’t wrestle anymore! I don’t want any part of this! I-- SLAP! goes the cowboy’s hand across TCA’s cheekbone. He drops him to his feet and grips his jaw in one large hand, pointing a finger in his face. Skull Cowboy: Silencio. You will listen to your message, TCA. TCA: I-I don’t--! The cowboy releases TCA’s face and JAMS A FIST INTO HIS THROAT!! The former NGIW Champion goes down hard, coughing loudly. The cowboy presses a boot to his ear and bends down close to his face. Nothing is heard but the soft hiss of his whisper, no words clear. The cowboy washes his boot across TCA’s ear and turns for the door. He pauses, spotting something out of the corner of his eye. Skull Cowboy: ¿Donde usted le piensa va, el pequeño? Carefully, he bends down to pick up the small white rodent from the floor. He holds it close to his face. His expression, of course, doesn’t change, and he clutches the creature softly in his palm. The cowboy reclaims his hat and coat, glancing at the crow perched on a neighboring hook. Skull Cowboy: Usted me trajo un hámster pequeño muy loco. The crow cocks its head and caws again as the cowboy leaves. It hesitates, then follows him out into the night. [align=center] The arena’s lights slowly dim so that all eyes can focus on the big screen. The first chords of The Living End’s “No Way Out” starts to play to the accompaniment of a video. Will we ever get back home? A blurred object comes into focus, it is a large FIW logo. Will we ever get back home? The FIW logo morphs, with the colours running and darkening to form the logo of Slam! Will we ever get back home? Once more the colours of the scene psychedelically change, lightening to show an imposing shot of the TNT logo now. Will we ever get back home? The three logos comes together in a blink of a eye before they all disappear, the shot now showing an empty arena, specifically the deserted squared circle. To the place, is it the same as when we left? A quick run down of a number of stills of TNT’s superstars, Graver, Swytch, Kennedy, Extreme Ninja #2 and the rest. Has anything really changed? The same superstars are now shown in very brief, but less proud moments – being beaten down, pinned to the mat, or bearing looks of anguish. That kind of thing. Did they forget? – If so, we'll never know The TNT cards for the last few weeks flicker by on screen, all holding a noticeable absence. Well, it’s noticeable for me at least. If we never get back home! The cards are all blown away by a strong gust of wind. In a truly beautiful cut, they now reveal the same lonesome wrestling ring, with a silhouette standing at it’s centre. I can't see no way out, my time is running out Zooming into the ring now, the scene changes. The seats fill up, the lighting changes and suddenly there is a match going on. Kailey Lane has just defeated the Master of the Rage. I feel I’m breaking down Zooming further, we see the pained, shocked expression on Ragin’s face. Stop what your doing get out, get out. Darkness now. Familiar faces fly by like ghostly apparitions. Most notably are Jack Manson, and Kailey herself. Come back. The apparitions disappear, and the shot changes to something cinematic. It’s hard to make out what’s going on at first, but then you see it’s a weird shot of someone walking – and you can only see the thump of the shoes on the hard floor. They are surrounded by an unnatural darkness. Stop what your doing get out, get out, The shot flickers upwards, the same man, still walking is shown but now we see his fist and lower arm. The same apparitions float by, but now the hand flies out at swats them away. The scene starts to lighten. Come back… Back once more to the heavy shoes continuing to walk. Suddenly they stop, pause and step out into a dazzling light. Home. Ragin’ steps out onto the stage of a TNT arena. Around him pyros go off and there is the buzz of thousands of screaming fans. Will we ever get back home? Now Ragin’ stands in the middle of the ring once more, but no longer is he alone. Now he faces of against an opponent – any opponent. Will we ever get back home? Various cuts of Ragin’ in action. Throwing punches, performing holds. You know, Wrasslin’. Will we ever get back home? Bang! Feature Remover. And other! And once more! It continues like this… you get the point. Will we ever get back home? Ragin’ stands hand held aloft. Natalya stands beside him striking a victory pose. A wide grin is spread across his face. Will we ever get back home? The final shot in the series show Ragin’ with the World Heavyweight Title, it zooms in on his hand clutching the belt. Do you see what I’m signifying? I can see the way out now As the last scene fades out another fades in – Ragin’ stands on the stage once more, head bowed and surrounded by the smoke of the pyros. He takes a step and begins to walk down to the ring. This starts to fade to the background, becoming semi-transparent so that something else can appear on screen. What are they? Numbers. What numbers? 14.03.06 … (Or 03.14.06 if you’re American.)[/align] The familiar surroundings of a dank, dirty basement room serve as our setting. The lights are much brighter now than they have been. Gone is the red haze that hung low in the darkness, replaced by a bright, white bulb. From our vantage point, we can see our usual occupants. Kennedy sits quietly in her chair, arms bound as they usually are. A few feet away from her stands Swytch and to his left is a full size dummy. “Learn.” The dummy is suspended from the ceiling by to thing wires, one leading to each shoulder. He reaches behind the leather of his wide belt and produces a large knife. Kennedy’s eyes widen in shock and fear as she takes in the sight of a blade that looks much like the one Swytch held to her throat so many moons ago. He grabs the dummy by the back of the neck, squeezing the fleshy material to show Kennedy how life like it is. “A devastating wound, but not mortal.” With a flick of his wrist, the knife is buried to the hilt in the dummy’s stomach. He gives it a quarter turn to the left, then jerks the blade upward. “Twist, pull to the ribs, and don’t hit a major organ.” He cocks his head as he watches Kennedy’s face. The horror evident in her features as she watches a strange red liquid flow over Swytch’s fingers from the wound in the dummy. He looks from her face to his hand gripping the knife and smiles. “Pig’s blood.” And with a startling jerk, he rips the knife out. He wipes the blade across his pant leg, cleaning the blood from it’s silvery surface. “Mortal wounds. Slow death.” Just as his words leave his mouth, the blade is buried into the throat of the dummy until a crunch is heard. “Avoid the jugular. Go for the center, leave them gasping and voiceless.” Slowly Swytch pulls the knife from the dummy’s throat and more of that red liquid flows. He flips the knife in his hand then stabs the dummy in the chest and drags the knife downward to it’s navel. “Sternum to belly. Slower, deliberate, avoid the lungs and heart.” He pulls the blade from the dummy’s splitting torso. This time he doesn’t bother to wipe the blood off, instead driving it into the side of the dummy’s stomach, then pulling across to the opposite side. He slips the knife out and watches as the torso splits open and from the inside of the dummy spills the contents of one adult pig; intestines, stomach, liver, etc. “They’ll live long enough to see their guts spill to the floor and they won’t be able to say a thing about it.” Now he wipes the blood from the knife with a swipe across his vest. He looks at Kennedy’s face, several shades paler than normal, eyes wide in disbelief. Her entire body is trembling with fear and her mouth is slightly agape, but nothing is coming out but quiet breaths. “Next, is even slower. Gives you time to watch them die and enjoy it.” He jams the knife into the dummy’s torso, serrated edge up. “Just below the ribs.” Swytch pulls the knife up then stops when he meets resistance. “Pull up between the ribs until you feel the sternum crack. Shred the heart from below, but not enough to completely stop the blood flow.” Swytch rips the knife from the dummy’s gaping, mutilated chest and with a quick pull, drags the serrated edge across the dummy’s throat, splitting it open even further. “One pull across the throat and they choke on their own blood.” He looks back to Kennedy, grinning from ear to ear. She, however, looks as though she’s just seen a ghost. Her expression blank, eyes glazed over, and lips parted and dry as she looks at the scene before her. Swytch just stands there, blood covering his arm, a knife in his hand, and a dummy falling apart before her eyes. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] [align=center] [/align]TM: Did you see that promo from Swytch?! He’s torturing Kennedy! Poor, defenseless Kennedy! She needs help, my help!! JH: Will you get a grip, man! There’s nothing you can do for her and as far as I can tell, Swytch hasn’t laid a harmful hand on her. If anything, he’s been as much as a gentleman as he can be. TM: Gentleman?! You’re sick, twisted, you’re just as screwed up as Swytch is! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the TNT DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!! "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd before moving to her corner to psyche up. MA: Introducing first, she stands at 5 feet and 8 inches and hails from Nashville, Tennessee. She is the number one contender… KAILEY… LAAAAAANNNEEE!! The crowd pops the roof off for the 2005 Grand Prix Champion and former TNT Cruiserweight Champion. Kailey raises hand and acknowledges the love from the crowd. TM: For the love of all that is holy, let Kailey beat Swytch tonight. JH: As much as I’d like to see Kailey hold the Dual Crown belts, what good would it do? TM: What are you talking about? If he loses, he’ll have to give up Kennedy! JH: Why? Nothing says he has to. You think he’d just up and let Kennedy go if he lost his titles? That might push him over the edge and Kennedy could really get hurt then. TM: I didn’t think of that. In that case, I’d just like to say… WHOO! GO SWYTCH!! [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..."[/align] MA: And her opponent, standing at 6 feet and 1 inch, weighing 230 pounds. He hails from Odessa, Texas and is the DUAL CROWN CHAMPION! He is… SWYYYYYYTTTCCCHHH!! [align=center]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. Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires[/align] JH: The crowd doesn’t seem to be affected by the re-emergence of Swytch’s darker side. TM: They’re stupid! They don’t know better, that’s why. If they could only see the pain in Kennedy’s eyes, then they’d know. I see it, though. Poor Kennedy. JH: Of course. You probably don’t even know what color Kennedy’s eyes are. I’m surprised you even know she has a head. [align=center]Swytch raises the SoH and GHC titles into the air, staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes and his murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin. He treads down the walkway to the ring, stepping along the apron to the corner where he starts to climb. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle once again raising the titles into the air. You're lying to yourself again Suicidal imbecile... He steps over the ropes and drops down into the ring, falling backwards against the turnbuckles. Swytch sits on the middle pad lazily, his head twitching slightly as he waits for the match to start.[/align] JH: Swytch as usual is relaxed as ever before the start of this one. TM: He should be on his toes especially after what happened when he faced Kailey and Carl last week. JH: Well he doesn’t have to worry about Carl this week and I have a feeling he won’t have to worry about any games from Kailey. This might be a straight one on one fight between these two and if that’s the case, I don’t know if I like Kailey’s chances. TM: She’s got all that Bruce Lee, hi-yah, Karate chop stuff to her benefit. JH: And Swytch is one of the toughest bastards to step foot into an FIW ring. [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] JH: The match is under way and Swytch is springing from the corner with a lariat!! Kailey quickly ducks the attempt and spins around with a lightening quick kick that catches the back of Swytch’s skull. His momentum sends him into the far corner chest first and he hangs on the top buckle limply. TM: Well if she keeps that up, she won’t need to play any mind games with Swytch. JH: Swytch isn’t moving, I think Kailey caught him with a stiffer kick than even she thinks she did. With Swytch still in the corner and his back to Kailey, she cautiously makes her way to her opponent. She starts to reach a hand out, but thinks better of it and backs away. Tony Clarke checks on Swytch, leaning in close and jumps back when Swytch turns around and snarls at Clarke. JH: I think Swytch was trying to draw Kailey in but got our referee instead. TM: He sure looks pleased about it too. Kailey smirks at her opponent, tapping her temple as she backs away from Swytch. He snarls at Kailey in return and starts circling toward her. Bouncing on her toes to keep away, Kailey dances backwards around the ring with Swytch stalking her down. He lunges into the center of the ring, catching Kailey a little off guard and making her change directions too fast for her feet to follow. She stumbles, but catches herself in the turnbuckles setting her up nicely for Swytch and a HUGE… JH: CLOOOOTHESLIIIINE!! Kailey got caught in the corner and Swytch nearly took her head off! He grabs a handful of her golden locks and yanks Kailey out of the corner, leading her to the center of the ring. He pulls her into a front face lock then hooks his outside arm under hers and locks his hands. He hoists her into the air and walks slowly around the ring then drops toward the side SPIKING KAILEY’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!! TM: ARRGGHH!! JH: MODIFIED BRAAAIIINNNBUUUSSSTTTUUUHHH!! TM: What the hell is he trying to do to her?! First he kidnaps Kennedy, now he tries to crush Kailey’s head, what’s next? Is he gonna drag Nadia off her next movie set and give her a bad perm?! JH: Uh, right, what? Shut up, Thomas, you’re not making sense. Swytch keeps Kailey’s head and arm locked up, bringing his knees up under himself. He cranks on Kailey’s head and neck, then pushes up to his feet and keeps her head down so he can DRIVE A KNEE INTO HER FACE!! JH: Vicious knee strike from Swytch to Kailey’s face! TM: GAH!! Another knee strike to the face!! JH: Three knee strikes!! TM: Four knee strikes!! JH: FIVE!! FIVE KNEES TO THE FACE!! Swytch finally drops Kailey, letting her fall to the mat. He pushes her over with his foot so she’s on her back and drops down into a mount on her. The camera moves in overhead and picks up a significant red splotch high on Kailey’s cheek under the corner of her eye. JH: Those knee strikes opened a small cut on Kailey’s cheek. TM: Ironic, if you ask me. A little reminiscent of the red tear she adorned this past week, but this one is au natural. JH: Those little mind games worked last week, but they may come back to haunt Kailey this week. Swytch looks down at the growing crimson blossom on Kailey’s cheek and licks his lips, grinning menacingly at her. He rubs his thumb over the swelling bruise and wipes off a tick of blood, bringing it to his lips and licking it off THEN SMACKING A FOREARM OFF THE WELT!! TM: For God’s sake! That sick freak, first he molests Kailey and then he assaults her! JH: Well this is a wrestling match, Thomas. As for the blood tasting thing, that’s uh, that’s just wrong, I’ll agree there. Swytch rains down an elbow into Kailey’s jaw, a second to her cheek, a third to her eye socket, a fourth to her jaw, and a final one connecting the point of his elbow right into the growing bruise. He gets to his feet and walks over Kailey, kicking his boot back into Kailey’s face, grinding the tread into her face. A few fans jeer the disrespectful action, but Swytch throws them a menacing glare to show he doesn’t care. JH: I think Swytch is out to her Kailey and badly if I do say so. TM: Thanks for the analysis Captain Obvious. Swytch turns back around to look down at Kailey. He kicks the top of her head with the tip of his boot, grinning at her. Swytch raises his boot above Kailey’s face THEN STOMPS DOWN!! BUT KAILEY TURNS HER HEAD AWAY IN TIME!! TM: Oh my God that was close! JH: Too close. Swytch could have done some serious damage. Kailey thinks quick, kicking her legs back as she grabs hold of Swytch’s leg. She hooks her leg behind his knee and pulls down, dragging Swytch over with a leg takedown. JH: Kailey’s martial arts background is coming in handy here. TM: You’re insane. All she did was bring Swytch to a knee and dangerously close to herself. Kailey lets go of Swytch’s leg and he quickly gets his feet under himself, standing at Kailey’s head. Kailey’s eyes go wide as she looks up at her attacker, then brings her legs up and kicks into the air SMACKING TWO BOOTS INTO SWYTCH’S JAW AS SHE NIPS UP TO HER FEET!! JH: She’s got the champ staggered, but can she capitalize? Kailey swings around and SNAPS A SPINNING HEEL KICK OFF SWYTCH’S JAW!! She lands on her kicking foot and whips around with lightning speed and JAMS HER KNEE INTO SWYTCH’S FACE TAKING HER AND THE CHAMP DOWN!! TM: Holy crap! First a kick out of nowhere and it was followed by a knee to the face. JH: If we didn’t see them coming, Swytch surely didn’t have a chance. He looks dazed and confused out there. TM: Well having your head jarred like that, even if it’s Swytch’s head, will do that to you. Kailey hops up to her feet, springs onto the middle rope and snaps off, spinning in air and dropping a leg across Swytch’s throat. Kailey finds her feet again only to have them pulled out from under her DROPPING KAILEY THROAT FIRST ACROSS THE MIDDLE ROPE!! JH: Speaking of lightning speed!! Swytch literally pulled Kailey’s feet out from under her and guillotined her on the second rope. TM: He’s still sucking wind after that hellacious leg drop from Kailey though. Swytch gets to his feet, rubbing his throat while he sucks in some much needed oxygen. He staggers back to the center of the ring, doubled over, but he catches sight of Kailey hanging limply on the middle rope. He gathers himself and hits the far ropes, rebounding across the ring and jumping into the air CROTCHING HIMSELF ON THE MIDDLE ROPE AS KAILEY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!! The male portion of the audience groans in pain for poor Swytch while the females applaud Kailey’s ring prowess. JH: Ooooh, Swytch isn’t going to be happy about that. TM: Pffft, the thing probably doesn’t even work anymore. You know if you don’t use it, it’ll rot and fall off. JH: Wha…? TM: Nothing, nothing. Swytch falls through the ropes onto the apron, curling into the fetal position and clutching his manhood in pain. Kailey starts toward the ropes, but Tony Clarke cuts her off. TM: Wait, wait, wait. What the hell is Clarke doing? JH: I believe he’s telling Kailey to back off since Swytch is caught up in the ropes, and technically that’s the right thing to do. TM: He does know this is Swytch out there, right? I mean, how many times has Swytch assaulted TC or shoved him or made nasty faces at him? JH: I really couldn’t tell you, but the man is just doing his job, ok. Kailey seems to be a bit miffed with our senior referee and lets him know that she is. Swytch uses the ropes to start pulling himself to his feet while he’s got some unintentional help from the referee. Once he gets to his feet, Kailey breaks away from the referee and heads straight for the ropes. She throws a high kick at Swytch that he ducks causing Kailey to spin around in a full circle. He ducks under the top rope and launches his shoulder into Kailey’s midsection doubling the Nashville native over. JH: Swytch benefiting from the accidental distraction by the referee and he’s got Kailey reeling. TM: That dirty ref just cost Kailey the match! Is this thing fixed or what?! JH: Hardly, Thomas. TM: Lies!! Swytch ducks through the ropes and grabs Kailey by the hair, pulling her torso through the ropes. He backs up along the apron, putting some space between himself and Kailey, then runs forward and DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO KAILEY’S HEAD!! Swytch backs up another step then delivers a STIFF KICK TO HER CHEST!! JH: Swytch is just brutalizing Kailey on the apron! TM: Where’s the damn referee now?! Why isn’t he trying to stop Swytch from attacking Kailey when she’s nearly in the same damn predicament he was in?! JH: You’ll have to bring that up with Tony Clarke, but I’m with you on this one. Kailey’s body snaps up into the top rope then back down into the middle rope after the kick to her chest. Swytch hooks Kailey around the head and presses his heels into the apron, rocking himself backwards until Kailey’s body slips over the middle rope. He kicks off the apron and yanks backward dragging Kailey out of the ring and DRIVING HER HEAD INTO THE FLOOR MATS FROM THE APRON!! JH: OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! TM: SOMEBODY CALL NIIIIINE OOOOOONNNNE OOOOOONNNEEEE!! JH: SICK DDT!! Swytch ripped Kailey from the ring and just DDTed her from the apron to the floor!! The crowd shares a shocked gasp as they see Kailey’s head planted into the thick rubber mats at ringside. Swytch rolls onto his knees and pulls himself up by the ring apron. He looks down at Kailey, grinning ear to ear, paying no attention to the crowd or to Tony Clarke screaming at him to get back in the ring. TM: Look at him. He’s enjoying this! He’s enjoying every single freaking second of it! JH: He takes pleasure in these grotesque displays of human nature and until somebody stops him, he’ll keep enjoying it. TM: Human nature?! He’s a God damned animal! He’s a rabid dog that needs to be put out of it’s misery! JH: You don’t hear me arguing, do you? The referee pleads with Swytch to bring Kailey back into the ring, but his words still go unheard. TC is forced to count them both out if for no other reason than to protect the women in Swytch’s clutches. ONE! TWO! THREE! Swytch scoops Kailey up by the head and arm. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! He drags her over to the ring steps and drapes her over the top of them. SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Swytch climbs up the steps and ascends the outside of the turnbuckles in a quick leap. TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! He snaps backwards, twisting his body in the air and CRASHES BACK FIRST ONTO KAILEY!! The crowd is ballistic as Swytch crushes Kailey into the steps then bounces a few inches into the air like a rubber ball. TM: AAARRRGGGHHH!! JH: A CORKSCREW MOONSAULT ONTO KAILEY!! TM: ON THE DAMN STAIRS!! JH: I think Swytch might have banged his head on one of those steps. He’s looking a little out of it. TM: He ALWAYS looks a little out of it! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! Grabbing at his back and twitching around, Swytch rolls off Kailey and grabs her by the arm. SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! He drags her body off the stairs, towards the ring, and manages to shove her under the bottom rope, rolling himself into the ring after her. JH: That’s cutting it a little close, but he managed to get Kailey back into the ring. TM: Yeah but I can’t imagine he’s up to capitalizing after that stunt off the top rope. JH: I wouldn’t be surprised if Swytch managed to break his ribs along with Kailey’s after that move. Swytch grabs the ropes and drags himself up to his feet. He staggers backwards where Kailey is laying face down in the ring, rolling her over and dropping down into a cover. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THR—NO!![/align] JH: KAILEY KICKED OUT!! TM: And Swytch doesn’t look too pleased. JH: I think that’s actually pain you’re seeing on his face and the way he’s clutching his ribs, I’m guessing they’re the culprit. Swytch hauls himself to his feet and grabs two handfuls of golden hair, dragging Kailey to her feet. He snarls at Kailey THEN HEADBUTTS HER RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!! TM: JESUS!! Did he HAVE to headbutt her?! JH: Nobody HAS to do anything in the ring. TM: Well, damn it, somebody tell him to stop! He’s gonna mess up the ass…sparagus. JH: Did you just say Kailey has an ass face? TM: What?! NO! You’re an assface…shut up. Swytch pushes Kailey’s head down and steps over into a standing headscissor. He grabs Kailey around the waist and pulls her up onto his shoulders then SLAMS HER DOWN…NOO!! KAILEY FALLS BACK AND SENDS SWYTCH OVER WITH A HURRACANRANA!! Kailey reaches back and snags both of Swytch’s legs and holds on for the cover… TM: Kailey countered into a hurracanrana!! JH: And she’s got the cover!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! SWYTCH KICKS OUT!![/align] JH: NO! NO! SWYTCH KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!! TM: Lucky son of a bitch. I think TC counted that one a little slow. Somebody should check him for drug and alcohol use, I think he’s impaired. Kailey gets to her feet first, but Swytch isn’t far behind. He lunges at Kailey with a straight punch to the face, but she ducks under it, grabbing Swytch’s arm and yanking him forward then driving her fist into Swytch’s ribs. The champ winces in pain, grabbing for his ribs. Kailey lurches up, hooking her arm over Swytch’s chest then SNAPS BACKWARDS DRAGGING HIM DOWN WITH A REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!! JH: ONE SECOND OF INSANITY!! TM: She stole Swytch’s own damn move! Ha! Take that, paint boy! Kailey rolls Swytch onto his back and goes into a mount, but the Painted Wonder quickly bucks her off and gets to his feet. He staggers to the ropes, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand, glaring through narrowed eyes at Kailey. She’s on her feet and looking to make a move on the champ. Swytch shakes the cobwebs out and Kailey strikes. She runs in and leaps into the air, extending her leg BUT SWYTCH JUMPS AT THE SAME TIME AND TWISTS IN MIDAIR CRACKING HIS ANKLE OFF KAILEY’S FACE!! JH: GAAAAAMMMMEEEEEEENNNNNGGGGGIIIIIRRRRIIIIII!! TM: KAILEY’S NOSE!! Is she bleeding? Did he break her nose?! OH GOD DID HE BREAK HER FACE?! JH: WILL YOU CALM DOWN?! TM: I CAN’T BE CALM AT A TIME LIKE THIS!! JH: Look, look, she’s ok. Just a little dazed. Swytch climbs to his feet and Kailey isn’t far behind, but she’s worse for wear, checking her nose for any blood. Swytch rushes in throwing a fierce elbow right into Kailey’s face…BUT SHE DUCKS IT!! Swytch spins around and gets LEVELED BY A ROUNDHOUSE KICK…NOOO, SWYTCH DUCKS THE KICK!! He pops up behind Kailey and grabs her into an inverted front face lock THEN SNAPS HER BACK WITH AN INVERTED EVENFLOW DDT!! JH: MIIIIIIIIND FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK!! TM: NOOOOOOO!! Swytch sprawls his body over Kailey’s and hooks her leg… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! DING! DING! DING![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and STILL DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… SWYYYYYYTTTCCCHHH!! The Outsider blares over the arena speakers as Swytch gets to his feet. He glares down at Kailey, gritting his teeth, lips twitching with a snarl as his eyes burn right into her. He’s finally snapped out of it when TC nudges Swytch with the Dual Crown belts and raises his hand. But the Outsider screeches to a halt as Toxic takes over, drawing the champion's attention to the stage just as Madison steps through the curtain. JH: Swytch kept the Dual Crown yet again and from the look on the GM's face, it's obvious she's not happy. TM: And with good reason! Toxic abruptly cuts off as Madison brings the microphone to her lips, gritting her teeth as she speaks directly at Swytch. Madison: So you survived another week, huh Swytch? Well it'll be the last time. Because next week, I've got a VERY special surprise for you. It involves a hand-picked opponent of my choosing. But I'm not gonna tell you who the opponent is, not that preparing would do you any good. Not with this opponent. But I think you should be more worried about the fact that it'll be a two out of three falls match. Good luck. Toxic reprises as Madison smiles proudly with Swytch snarling back at the tormenting woman. JH: A 2 out of 3 Falls Match between Swytch and an opponent of Madison's choosing? TM: I hope it's Kennedy! That'd be awesome! JH: Don't get your hopes up. After what we saw tonight, I'm beginning to doubt we'll ever see Kennedy in person again. TM: If Madison's hand-picked opponent succeeds next week, we will! You wouldn't miss it! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: FIW Cruiserweight Championship April Lynn def. Alex Evans via pinfall to retain Fighting Spirit Championship Graver def. Remy Barteaux and James Barrett by pinning Remy to become the new champion! Ultimate Endurance Champion Dante Coles def. JJ via submission to retain Dual Crown Championship Swytch def. Kailey Lane via pinfall to retain |
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