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Tuesday Night Throwdown; March 14, 2006
Topic Started: Mar 14 2006, 10:43 PM (146 Views)
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Our March 14th edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown opens up in one of the many white bricked hallways in the Mellon Arena. Off to the right, we can see a door from the outside. And almost the second we notice it, it swings open. Walking in from outside is The Monster of TNT himself, Jim O'Brien.

Clad in a red and black flannel shirt over a grey t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans and black sneakers, he walks with his gymbag under his arm at a steady pace. With thick stubble has grown around his facial hair, Jim looks rather tired. From a long drive? From the mental anguish of Onikage? Perhaps it--

That tired expression immediately turns to suprise as he stops dead in his tracks and spots-


O'Brien: Madison Lee.

Madison graces her way into our sights, followed by what looks like a freakin' army of Security Guards and several Police Officers.

O'Brien: *quite sarcastically* Oh, are we having a party? You should've given me a heads up. I would've brought a pinata.

Madison: Seems like you had enough of a party last week when you went to town on Onikage and Shannon Micheals... again.

O'Brien: Oh yeah. Sorry about that. I forgot my take my Paxil perscription that morning. I can be a little irritable when I forget my meds.

Madison: So you've been off it for a while now, huh?

Madison doesn't even give the Monster a chance to respond to what could be a joke but is said with complete seriousness on the GM's face. She snaps her fingers, prompting a guard to make her way over to them, carrying several chains and shackles in his hands.

Madison: The fact still remains that you're what we call a liability. You cause an unsafe environment and I won't lose my job over you.

Jim looks down on Madison, displeased. The smarmy, sarcastic tone in his voice replaced with agitation.

O'Brien: You can't be serious.

Madison: Little with you ever seems to be, doesn't it? But for the first time in your miserable life, you're a serious problem. You're a threat to my roster and quite frankly... I think you're a threat to yourself. But I'm more worried about me and the money my roster brings in, honestly.

O'Brien: Yeah, well, what if I don't go along with this whole charade?

Madison: You could very well terminate your own contract. I'd enjoy the money I'd receive for your breach of contract. But if you wish to remain on the roster I could always keep you out of championship contention. But more importantly I could refuse to ever sanction a match between yourself and Onikage.

Jim turns his attention away from Madison, sets his bag on the ground and holds his arms out in front of him, then spreads his feet out. Jim grumbles to himself...

O'Brien: God damn, this is embarrassing.

Madison: Yeah, I guess it is. But you're the one who picked out that outfit. But aside from that, I had representatives from several major corporations looking to invest and advertise on TNT. Things were going so smooth and well, but then when they saw you jump Onikage with that barbwire wrapped chair and everyone around him, even Shannon Micheals, they laughed in my face and told me I put on a freak show! You're lucky they saw that the rest of the roster was bringing in high numbers.

The chimes of metal hitting metal enter our ears next as Jim's wrists are shackled together, then his ankles. A chain is then locked around Jim's wrist and ankle shackles, preventing him from being able to run off or bring his arms up to his chest.

Jim brings his head around, facing Madison, giving her a cold, eerie stare.


O'Brien: Then tell me Madison... I don't bring in any merchandise revenue. I'm a threat to myself and to others. And you and I aren't exactly Jack and Jill. Why am I still here?

Madison: I ask myself that question every day. Get him out of my sight.

The Guards and Police Officers that surround Jim begin to take him out of the picture. But before Jim disappears off our screens, he snaps to Madison.

O'Brien: By the way, tell Captain Caramel that "big and dopey sends his love."

Looking even more displeased than she did before, she turns her head from Jim's and crosses her arms over her chest. She soon becomes a distant memory as we begin to follow Jim and his assembly as they make their way out of the hallway and through the building.

O'Brien: So does anybody got any doughnuts?

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

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

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
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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?
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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
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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!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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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]Posted Image[/align]

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

JH: Welcome ladies and gentleman to another edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner Thomas Moore. We are live in the Mellon Arena in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!

TM: You ready for a Two Out of Three Falls, Jonathan?

JH: Indeed I am. What an exciting main-event tonight. Madison Lee has hand-picked a special opponent to take on the Dual Crown Champion Swytch in a Two Out of Three Falls Match that will happen here tonight.

TM: It's gotta be Kennedy! She freed herself from the fiend and is here tonight to get her retribution! Shame it isn't a championship match so she could reclaim what's hers.

JH: I seriously doubt it's going to be Kennedy but... then again, we don't know anything! It could be. But what about the huge Triple Threat match tonight? Ragin', making is in-ring return tonight against Kailey Lane and Dante Coles.

TM: I can't wait to see Dante school those two. They deserve to get taken to the woodshed by the Icon! He owes them in a big way.

JH: Well, Kailey has victories over both men. She defeated Ragin' at Deja Vu--

TM: Thanks to illegal actions.

JH: And she... technically defeated Dante to win Dual Crown contendership a few weeks back.

TM: Yeah, yeah. Dante handed her that victory 'cuz he didn't want it. But that's all later tonight. We've got a lot to get to first!

JH: And we are starting things off with a potentially explosive six-person tag match!

TM: Go Funky Bunch go!

As the slow chords of "The Passenger" starts to play, the lights all throughout the arena go out, save one celestial light that hovers over the stage. When the song kicks in full force, a quick explosion of pyro quickly hide the entering Curtis, but not for long as he starts down the walkway with an evil smile on his face. Watching the fans show their disapproval on both sides only brings more delight to Curtis as he steps into the ring and warms himself up before unleashing utter carnage.

Cult of Personality bursts through the PA and as the drums kick in, Loon makes his way out, with a big smile. He jumps into the air as red pyros go BOOM! and he runs down the wooden catwalk and over the ropes and into the ring. He climbs up on the upper-right turnbuckle and raises his hands as the crowd roars. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same, to the same cheap pop. He then hops down, loosens his neck, and turns to the stage.

"Bleed American" hits the arena as the crowd erupts into cheers and the heavy beat from the PA system rocks out to the crowd. Torrence comes out from behind the curtain and Jumps in the air while using both her hands to blow a kiss to the crowd. She then walks down the walkway and claps hands with the fans and then makes her way into the ring and climbs in. She walks to one side of the ring and holds her arms out and then stretches her arms out.


MA: Introducing first they weigh all together 588 pounds…They are the team that consists of CUUUUUUUUURRRRRRTIIIIIIIISSSSS, LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNN, TOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEENNNNNNCEEEEE~!

The mellow beat of “Drugs” begins to play as the fans in the arena start to jeer and boo wildly, hating what is about to walk through the curtain. Without fail Smarty Smark struts out with PBM right behind him carrying a clipboard. Smarty turns around in mid-strut and points to the curtain and his three clients walk out from the back. Extreme Ninja #2 leading the pack and lifting up his sign as Smarty orders which says “Madison’s Drunk With Power” though it doesn’t look like Ninja’s hand writing. Alex Evans is just a little bit behind Ninja and arrogantly strolls out onto the entrance way. Evans lowers his hands as if he’s going to slap hands with the fans sat near it who are stretching out their hands to touch his hands but quickly pulls them back, getting quite a few threats for doing so. Bringing up the rear is the Canadian Enforcer, Kendra Norton, who’s proudly waving the Canadian flag.

All five members of the managerial firm reach the end of the entrance way, Smarty sits on the middle rope. With Smarty’s assistance Kendra and Ninja enter the ring under the top rope while Alex Evans hops right over it. Kendra walks over to the near left turnbuckle and climbs up it as Alex Evans climbs up the far left turnbuckle and Extreme Ninja #2 climbs up the near right turnbuckle. Spinning around Smarty Smark reaches the center of the ring with a grin on his face as he points to his clients as he spins around. Kendra waving the Canadian flag on top of the turnbuckle and Ninja waves his sign in a lackluster fashion, and Alex taunts the fans. All three wrestlers hop off of the turnbuckles and walk towards the center of the ring, huddling around Smarty as they go over last minute strategies.



MA: Introducing the second team, they weigh all together 536 pounds…They represent the Managerial Firm of Smarty Smark and Smark and they are…Alex Evans…Kendra Norton…Extreme Ninja #2…THHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEE FFFFFFFFFFFFFUNNNNNNNNNNNKYYYYYYYYYYYY BBBBBBBUNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCHHHHHHHHH~!

Before the bell even rings Curtis charges at the trio as Smarty Smark bails from the ring. Kendra and Ninja lift up Curtis in mid-run and connect with a double flapjack, Curtis rolls out of the ring afterwards. Torrence runs right at the trio much like Curtis but is cut off by Alex who delivers a spinning leg lariat, sending her rolling to the outside too. Kendra and Alex both walk out onto the apron leaving Loon and Ninja in the ring, which allows Richard Kelly to call for the bell.

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

Loon rushes at Ninja who side steps him and chucks him towards the turnbuckle. The 2.5 version of Loon hits the turnbuckle with such force he flips right over it and lands on it in a sitting position. Quickly Extreme Ninja #2 hops out onto the apron and hurries over to the turnbuckle. He pushes Loon down so he is lying upside down with his legs hooked on the top rope on both sides of the corner. Extreme Ninja #2 climbs up the turnbuckle and sits there lying in wait for Loon, slowly Loon leans up to look to see what happened to his opponent.

TM: Woo hoo! Funky Bunch are cleaning house!

JH: I may not like Kendra and Alex, but I must say Smarty’s team is quite impressive so far.

TM: Ah Hitchen, you are finally seeing the light that I’ve been talking about since day 1 that Smarty appeared.

JH: You’ve only been with him because he PAYS you to like him and his clients.

TM: And he does indeed do that well…I mean erm! Shut up bandwagon fan!

JH: Sorry but I still don’t like Smarty or two of his clients, so I’m not quite a bandwagon fan.

TM: That’s too bad you can’t get on the next big thing.

JH: Oh shush and just go back to counting your money.

As soon as Loon is able to look over his body and the buckle Ninja shoves his sign into Loon’s face, it reads “PEAK-A-BOO!” While Loon is startled by the sign Extreme Ninja #2 hops off the turnbuckle and connects with a double stomp to Loon’s chest. Like a lifeless sack of potatoes Loon falls down onto the canvas right in front of the turnbuckle. Ninja picks up Loon and whips him into the Funky Bunch’s corner, Extreme Ninja #2 runs after Loon. At the last second EN #2 leaps up into the air and delivers a knee to the side of Loon’s face before he tags out to Kendra, who once in hits a roundhouse kick to Loon’s head.

JH: From what I’m told that combo is known as the Super Smash Partners.

TM: It truly is a fitting name.

JH: It certainly is different, that’s for sure.

TM: Also it shows just why Kendra is such a powerhouse of a woman.

JH: She does have quite a lot of ability and her strikes are vicious, however I don’t care much for her new attitude.

TM: You are just a sexist pig Jonathon, thinking all ladies should be little flowers who the big gentlemen guys take care of.

JH: Pot, meet kettle, you are both chrome.

TM: Look at what Kendra is doing!

Kendra Norton scoops up Loon in a electric chair position and takes a few steps back from her corner. Extreme Ninja #2 climbs up the turnbuckle and leaps off, taking Loon right off of Norton’s shoulders with a diving lariat. Quickly Ninja rolls out of the ring and back onto the apron while Kendra stomps away at Loon. Lifting up Loon’s lifeless body Kendra sets him up and then delivers a thunderous Teardrop Suplex! Staggering up to his feet Loon is met by Kendra once more, this time with a front waist lock, she then proceeds to throw him right over the top rope with a belly to belly suplex!

TM: Damn! Ninja just took Loon’s head off nearly!

JH: Well it makes sense that we would see the Dooms’ Day Device since we saw the Double Flapjack earlier.

TM: …Why?

JH: Seriously?

TM: Yeah.

JH: Those were the staples of the Midnight Express’ moveset as a tag team. Thus Ninja and Kendra are showing shades of them by using said moves.

TM: Midnight who?

JH: You’re kidding me, right? Midnight Express, one of the most legendary and influential tag teams in wrestling history.

TM: Really? Tha- OH MY GOD! BELLY TO BELLY! OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!

JH: DAAAAAAANNNNNNGERRRRRROOOOUUUUSS~!!!

While Loon soars through the air Torrence hops up onto the apron and slaps the side of him, signaling a tag before Loon crashes and burns on the outside. Torrence charges at Kendra to try and redeem herself from last week, but gets a Kendraplex for her troubles! Norton calls in Evans who gladly hops over the top rope and gets in the ring. Instantly Richard Kelly tries to get Alex out of the ring as Kendra and he lift Torrence up to her feet. Each one wraps their arms around the back of Torrence’s neck and grabs a hand full of tights on each side, lifting her up over them before driving her down with a double brainbuster!

JH: Torrence just saved her team from potentially being counted out! As I think after that Loon wasn’t going to be fit to compete for the rest of the night!

TM: And she gets spiked on her head with a Kendraplex for her troubles! Ah-ha!

JH: Miss Norton is certainly showing off her suplex talents here tonight.

TM: Alright! Kendra is calling in Alex for a double team!

JH: Kelly! Kelly do some thing! Don’t let the illegal man stay in the ring that long!

TM: Oh stop moaning just because your favorites are losing.

Evans gets up to his feet and pulls Torrence Coleman up with him to her feet while Kendra gets up to her feet behind Torrence. The Canadian Enforcer remains kneeling behind Torrence while Alex let’s go of her as he jumps into the air. Almost exactly at the same time Alex Evans connects with a jumping leg lariat while Kendra Norton delivers a from behind sweep kick to Torrence. Getting fed up with this Richard Kelly gets in Alex’s face and tells him to leave the ring while Smarty Smark berates the referee for doing so. Mr.Highspot acts as if he is going to pull a punch on Richard making the referee flinch, Alex chuckles as he shows he was just messing with the ref as he exits the ring.

TM: Legend of Ownage! Legend of Ownage! Legend of Ownage!

JH: This is disgusting how these two keep taking advantage of a two on one situation!

TM: I think it’s brilliant!

JH: Finally! The referee manages to get Alex out of the ring!

TM: Bah, Kelly is just a party pooper.

JH: No, he is just enforcing the rules.

TM: Hey, Kendra is an enforcer and I don’t see her being such a party pooper.

JH: I don’t think she’s the same kind of enforcer as Richard is.

Just to stick it to Richard, Kendra strolls over to her corner and high fives Alex tagging in one of her partners. Alex casually walks over to Torrence who’s starting to get up to her feet; he playfully slaps her a few times. As soon as she gets to her feet Alex grabs her and drives her back down into the canvas with a hammerlock DDT for her troubles. Mr.Highspot slaps his hand against his chest and show boats a little bit before he flips into the air and delivers a vicious standing shooting star press to Torrence Coleman. Lazily Alex Evans lays over Torrence and hooks the furthest leg from him.


[align=center]1!


2!


Thr…wait…no?
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JH: What the hell?!

TM: Ha ha, Alex is gold.


While Kelly’s arm was going down for the three Alex pulled Torrence’s shoulder up, forcing her to kick out. Evans gets up to his feet and calls in both Kendra and Ninja, who enter the ring while he exits it. Kendra and Extreme Ninja #2 lift up Torrence to her feet and look to be setting her up for a double backdrop; however they both hook one of her legs each lifting her up into the air. Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man both pull out of their pockets rubex cubes and point them towards Alex on the apron. Mr.Highspot laughs and taunts to the fans before he spring boards into the air and all three members of the Funky Bunch take Torrence Coleman down, hitting the Rubex Cube! Alex Evans sits down on top of Torrence and hooks one of her legs, turning his plancha into a pin fall attempt.

TM: Rubex Cube! Rubex Cube! What an amazing move!

JH: Darn it! I’d hate to admit it but this could be it!

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During the pin fall attempt Curtis whose finally come to at ringside slides into the ring. He charges towards Alex but Ninja and Kendra head him off, rolling him right up into a double single leg Boston crab also known as the International Bonus!

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TM: Now Kendra and EN have the International Bonus locked in too on Curtis!

JH: That was probably the happiest I had ever been to see Curtis, shame that his rescue back fired.

Richard Kelly watches both situation and as he slams his hand down against the mat for the three Curtis taps out as well.

[align=center]3! TAP OUT!

DING DING DING!
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MA: Your winners…THE FFFFFFFFUNNNNNNNNNNNNKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNCH~!

TM: Woo hoo baby! Smarty Smark’s team shows why they are the most dominant force on TNT today!

JH: It’s a darn shame, Torrence and Loon & Curtis all tried their hardest but it just wasn’t their night.

While “Drugs” plays over the sound system Smarty is barking orders at all three members as they shove Torrence out of the ring. All three members drag Curtis into the center of the ring and then run to a turnbuckle each. Instantly at the same time the three hop up onto each turnbuckle and turn around to face the ring. Richard Kelly tries to tell them to stop but Paper Bag Man grabs hold of Kelly’s leg and pulls him right out of the ring. Once again all at once the trio leap off of the turnbuckles and Kendra connects with a elbow drop while Ninja connects with a swan dive headbutt and Alex delivers a 450 degree leg drop! The Three Headed Boos of Doom!

TM: Three Headed Boss of Doom! Ha! Looks like we won’t be seeing Curtis walking around in that ring for a while!

JH: This is disgraceful, I hope Smarty is happy with himself, I really do.

TM: I’m sure he doesn’t care about your opinion, he’s too busy counting the money those three are making him.

JH: Which is a damn shame.

Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man greet the team out on the walk way with hugs and pats on the back, celebrating their win. Richard Kelly tries to now back in the ring check on Curtis and Loon, Torrence who are laid out at ringside. The camera cuts back to the Funky Bunch as Smarty Smark, Kendra and Alex all are grinning from ear to ear and laughing sinisterly as they make their way with Ninja and PBM to the back.

Immediately after the six-person tag team match the camera cuts backstage to Katie Hudson near the gorilla position.

Katie Hudson: Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is Katie Hudson and I’m in a moment about to get an interview with the Funky Bunch after their first win since forming last week!

Almost on cue all five members of the Funky Bunch walk out of the gorilla position and over to Katie. Alex Evans is leading the pack and celebrating over the win they just picked up. Kendra smirks confidently and is walking slightly behind him side by side with Extreme Ninja #2. Smarty Smark is praising all three members to high heaven over the win while Paper Bag Man takes up the rear of the group. Smarty Smark swerves to face the camera with a grin on his face as the rest of the members circle around Katie and him.

Smarty Smark: Give me that!

Smarty snatches the micro phone away from Katie Hudson’s grasp. Katie tries to protest but before she can Kendra grabs her and throws Miss Hudson off camera.

Smarty Smark: What all you ignorant masses just witnessed was just a small peak at the destructive power the Funky Bunch has! E-Funk, A-Funk and K-Funk just went to town on three losers who never will amount to any thing. But to them inside that ring that wasn’t three losers, it wasn’t Loon and Torrence and Curtis. No, you see in that ring to my clients that was April Lynn and the tag team champions! It was a message sent to each and every one of them! There are some new kids on the block baby and they play a whole different game.

All the members except for Ninja laugh while Alex and Kendra high five each other, Paper Bag Man pats Ninja on the back.

Smarty Smark: So April Lynn this is what I want you to do, I want you to polish that championship belt that you wear around your waist. Then watch as many matches as you can find of all three of my clients. Oh and hit the gym, train like you’ve never trained before April. Because even doing all of this will not stop Mr.Highspot or the Canadian Enforcer or The Crown Jewel of Smarty Smark and Smark from taking that title away from you! As I’ve said before it doesn’t matter which one, but they WILL be coming from that title that doesn’t belong to you. Consider yourself like some one that house sits, merely keeping it in decent shape until one of my clients wins it! Oh and this is the most important thing April...

Smarty Smark walks up to the camera and gets right into it’s view, blocking every one else from it.

Smarty Smark: Your bases will soon belong to Smarty Smark...

Suddenly Smarty Smark steps to the side revealing the rest of the Funky Bunch.

Alex Evans & Kendra, PBM: And the Funky Bunch!

Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: And the Funky Bunch!

Smarty Smark: Alright, let’s go have a night on the town!

Alex and Kendra, PBM all cheer in agreement to that while Ninja nods his head and the group wanders off camera as we fade out.

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TNT’s camera cuts backstage where we find the scene is a locker room. This semi-lit locker room that looks rather bare can only belong to one man on the TNT roster; sadly, he isn’t in it right now. Rather his pupil, JJ, is sitting inside the locker room in a more sobering state than he normally is. Onikage’s head pupil rubs his hand against his some what sore back after his encounter with Dante last week. But besides the pain there seems to be some thing else bugging JJ by his expression. However before any answers are revealed there is a knock at the door, JJ looks up towards the door.

JJ: Come in.

Slowly the door creeps open and Kailey’s figure slips in past the door, which as soon as she is in sight JJ sets his hand back at his side acting as if he hadn’t been rubbing his back. He smiles weakly and his gaze shifts between Kailey and the other exit or entrance (depending on how you were using it) in the locker room.

JJ: Oh hey, Kailey, didn’t expect you to come visit me with it getting so close to your match. Are you okay by the way? After last week and all with Swytch I mean.

Kailey: Oh yeah, I'm good. It takes more than a guy in a mask .. even a painted one... to wear me down. I even took the car for a spin Saturday. How are you though? I was worried that Dante had mistaken you for a martini, all shaken... not stirred.

JJ chuckles slightly and looks away from Kailey, shaking his head slightly.

JJ: Don’t worry about me Kailey, honest, I’m fine. Though...

His expression changes to some what depressed with maybe even a hint of anger.

JJ: I guess you were right after all Kailey, I am can’t handle being in the ring with guys like Dante and Swytch.

Kailey: Hey! You did a great job in my opinion. You hung in there with the big guy and got some good moves in on him. Plus, you're still breathing.

JJ shakes his head and waves it off, getting up to his feet and walks over towards the door.

JJ: Don’t worry about it Kailey, you were right with what you said. I shouldn’t have tried to kid myself otherwise, any ways I probably should go meet up with sensei. Good luck with the match, maybe we can talk to each other later if we catch each other after the match.

Reaching for the door knob JJ pauses for a moment when he feels Kailey’s hand against his shoulder.

Kailey: JJ, don't beat yourself up. You did good.

For a few moments JJ continues to stand there, he nods slightly but remains silent. Without another thing said JJ opens the locker room door and walks out of the locker room leaving Kailey Lane alone in it as the camera cuts else where.

We fade over to a really beautiful scene of the sun setting, the clouds around are wonderful shades of purple and pink. The kind of sunsets that you just don’t see everyday.

“Goddess forgive me, I’ve strayed too far from my path.”

There is no one in our camera shot, but you can clearly hear someone speaking. For a few of you, the voice sounds familiar…but just out of reach for the memory banks.

“I’ve been heading full force toward something that is not meant for me. I’ve been running at someone else’s end instead of my own.”

The wind picks up a bit, so for the space of a few seconds all we can hear is the rush of wind in the crappy camera speakers.

“I took a year and a day, and I tried very hard to change to suit the needs of someone else. I thought I was doing it for love, only to remember that we are supposed to be loved for who we are not who we can be changed into.”

An odd sound is heard now, seeming from behind the camera. Could be a knife of some sort scraping the ground…could be something metal blowing across a field…it’s really quite hard to tell.

“I ask that you forgive my mistake, and that you will take me back to where I’m supposed to be.”

Just then the camera spins around to show a night sky, full of stars and a smattering of clouds, but still not a soul in sight.

“The darkness has been calling, and until now I’ve ignored it, but the time has come again for me to take it all in, to become part of it.”

The camera moves down a bit to show a pentagram done on the ground in tea lights, and for the first time we see a person! Well…a part of a person…it’s legs covered in jeans and we can see that she’s barefoot. She stands so that she’s facing the sunset, and whispers something we can’t quite hear. There’s a pause as she stands there…a wet sound strikes our ears as blackness closes in on the scene.

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The camera cuts backstage to a hall way in the arena; a figure is seen walking towards the camera. As it gets closer it becomes obvious just who it is, Onikage. He is wearing his black windbreaker jacket and a pair of black cargo shorts with military boots on. A few bandages cover parts of his mask and head from the last two attacks from Jim O’Brien. By the way Onikage is nearly jogging down the hall way and what can be seen of the expression on his masked face, he is in quite the foul mood.

Toby Bostock: Onikage! Onikage! Onikage, it’s me! Toby Bostock! Can I get a few words with you?!

Toby runs into the picture and towards Onikage who is nearly right up to the camera now. The TNT interview runs along side of Onikage with his micro phone in the Straight Edge Savior’s face.

Toby Bostock: What do you think of Jim’s attack las-

Onikage: Not now Bostock.

Toby Bostock: –Gah!

Without much warning Onikage shoves Toby to the side, sending him right through a door on the left side of the hall way. Quickly Onikage walks right past the camera disappearing behind it as female screams are heard.

???: You pervert!

Toby is flung out of the locker room as Katie Hudson in just her underwear and Michaela Menedez in just a towel storm out of the locker room. The female duo kick and stomp on Toby who curls up in fear as the camera cuts else where.

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

Once again the camera crew finds itself backstage in one of the more open spaced areas of the backstage arena setting. JJ walks slowly and casually through the setting, he sighs slightly and runs a hand through his hair. It is apparent that his run in with Kailey didn’t go as well as he had hoped it to. With a rather blank expression he stares at his palm as he strolls along.

Onikage: Where have you been?

JJ’s eyes widen and he spins on his feet, turning around to come face to face with his teacher who’s standing just about two feet away. Onikage’s student for a few moments looks like a deer caught in headlights. However he quickly changes his expression to a blank one and sticks his hands in his pockets.

JJ: Nowhere sensei, I just felt like going for a walk and getting some fresh air maybe.

Onikage scoffs slightly but besides that shows no signs of not believing JJ in expression or otherwise.

Onikage: Is that so?

Casually Onikage slinks to the side and JJ not really wanting to stand too close to his mentor at this time begins to walk in the same direction. Making it so the two are slowly circling each other.

Onikage: Then you would have no idea why I smelled the scent of a woman’s perfume in my locker room, the place where I last saw you, would you?

JJ: Nope, don’t know where that smell came from.

Onikage: I see…

The teacher and pupil continue to circle one another Onikage’s expression shifts to a thoughtful one upon hearing JJ’s answer. JJ’s expression while trying to keep his cool is obviously getting more nervous and a bit tense.

Onikage: Perhaps…Perhaps I should go talk to that friend of yours as I recall when standing next to her at the hotel her having the same kind on.

JJ: No!

Both JJ’s and Onikage’s eyes widen at the sudden out burst from JJ, neither one really expecting it. However JJ’s expression seems to become even more on edge while Onikage’s turns to amusement, which is quite odd considering the tone of his voice sounds almost the opposite.

Onikage: What…did you just say to me?

JJ: Uh, I just don’t think it would be a good idea to bother her right now sensei. She has a lot on her plate right now-

Onikage: That she herself put on said plate to begin with.

JJ: I mean she just got done with that brutal match against Swytc-

Onikage: Which she brought upon herself.

JJ: Also she’s trying to help find Kennedy-

Onikage: A friend that abandoned her and that has made it a point to show she no longer cares about Miss Lane.

JJ: As well as tonight that triple thre-

Onikage: Against a fool of a man who refuses to even acknowledge his past and that she forced his hand to turn his back on her. Oh…and the Russian…

JJ twitches in anger slightly at the mention of Ragin’ while a small pleasant smirk creeps over Onikage’s lips.

Onikage: The man that simply used her and tossed her to the side like a piece of garbage...

Onikage and JJ continue to circle one another but JJ isn’t even looking at Onikage anymore, rather the ground as anger begins to creep over his appearance.

Onikage: The man that with one single night of sinful passionate love got inside her little head. A night that made her obsessed with finding out his true feelings about her, whether she was just a toy for him to play with or some thing more. Then when she found them out making it her life goal to destroy him when to him she was nothing more than a girl who would put out.

JJ: Stop it...

Onikage: You must speak up JJ, I can’t hear you when you mumble.

JJ: I said stop it sensei...You don’t know the full story, you are making assumptions on a lot of it.

The Straight Edge Savior laughs at JJ’s response only for his pupil to tighten his fists in frustration.

Onikage: What? And you know the whole story more than me? Did she tell you it? I bet she did and I bet you like a fool bought every single word that woman stated, as if they were the facts. The fact of the matter is that woman creates her own problems but tries to tell the rest of the world otherwise, she is nearly as bad as her opponents, the Russian and Mister Coles, when it comes to using people.

Even you my dear pupil she plays like a fiddle, but you are too blind by a foolish emotion to see it. She is attempting to make you think about things that are nothing more than foolish. Such things like that she’d actually care about you more than at best a friend. Or that she herself could ever stop thinking about the Russian for one second to think about other men.

You saw her reaction to you being announced as her sub if she couldn’t face Swytch just like I did. She wasn’t worried about you because you might have been harmed; she was worried because she wouldn’t get her chance at Swytch and knew in her mind you were too pathetic to face him. Not only that but every chance she has gotten she’s tried to fill your mind with lies about me, trying to get you to turn against me. Trying to make it so all those around her can’t be happy, just like how she isn’t happy either.


JJ: Shut up! Shut up right now!

JJ finally looks up and looks quite a bit pissed off at his teacher right now, while Onikage’s amused expression remains on his masked face. The pupil lunges forward and punches Onikage right across the face; Onikage staggers back one step from it. Slowly it sinks into JJ’s skull what he’s just done and that he actually connected. Calmly Onikage stands up straight and wipes his now slightly bloody lip.

Onikage: I will not punish you for striking me JJ, as I will simply take it as a side affect of the woman’s ravings getting into your mind. However if you ever try to stand against me or strike me again, I will crush you like a bug between my index and thumb fingers.

Instantly the calmness so evident on Onikage’s masked face shifts to anger.

Onikage: Understood?

JJ: Yeah...

Onikage: Good, now come with me we have some one to speak to.

Without even a second glance Onikage turns around and heads towards the staff section of the backstage area. JJ looks down at his fist that he had slugged Onikage with and then back up to his teacher. A soft sigh escapes his lips as he follows after Onikage while the camera cuts to else where.

TNT cues backstage, where seated on a steel chair with the white brick walls beof the corridor behind him is the TNT's Man In Black, Jim O'Brien. He slouches in his chair, the chains still around him. Standing at his sides are two, quite large and buff members of security. On our left (Jim's right) is a younger looking man, mid 20s perhaps. A thick, black goatee covers his face while his head is bare. Several tattoos can be seen on his forearms. On our right (Jim's left) is a somewhat older man, mid 30s maybe. Short, black hair emits from his head as his face is left bare. But if it wasn't mentioned before... Damn, these guys are buff.

Jim turns his head to face the older looking guard and asks.


O'Brien: Hey, I would imagine my match is coming up. And I need to get ready. Y'know, get my gear on, prepare a strategy. That stuff.

Right Guard: We have orders from Madison Lee not to let you out of our sight, Mr. O'Brien. And that you are to remain here until your match is scheduled to begin.

Jim sighs, annoyed as he slouches back in his seat. He then looks over to the younger guard.

O'Brien: Hey junior... I gotta take a leak.

Left Guard: We have our orders, Mr. O'Brien. You must remain right here.

TNT's Monster goes from annoyed to pissed. He then grumbles....

O'Brien: My throat's gotten dry from all this excitement. Can I at least get a drink out of the water fountain?

RG: We've told you twice already, Mr. O'Brien. We have strict orders from Madison Lee not to let you out of our sight.

O'Brien: So... You're telling me I can't get dressed and get ready for my match, I can't take a piss and I can't get a drink from a water fountain? You two are lucky I'm chained up.

The Guards look to one another cautiously as Jim continues.

O'Brien: First I'd beat you both to the point that your noses would be so broken and crooked, they'd be upside down. And I'd bloody you both up so much that you'd both need transfusions the likes of which are reserved for someone on their deathbed. And then as your beaten and battered bodies bleed profusely on the floor, I would urinate in the both of your noses so that the stench would forever be stained into your sinuses. Once that's done, I'd stick my right index finger in your eyes, so that you both would have a black eye and pink-eye. Then I'd wash my hands and go about my business.

The Guards look over to one another, looking a little pale. Dare I say... scared? The Guard on the right takes a deep swallow and says...

RG: Dan... Find the man a bathroom.

LG: Yeah... Yeah. Right this way, Mr. O'Brien.

Jim gets up from his seat and follows the Left Guard, a devilish grin over his face. The chains and shackles clank on the floor as he takes his steps out of the picture. Leaving the Right Guard by himself, he mumbles in shock.

RG: Oh my God... He's gonna kill Dan. *pauses* Better him than me.

Suddenly heavy static enters our ears and the Guard's as well. He reaches behind his back and yanks out a walkie-talkie.

RG: This is Halford, over.

"O'Brien's match is up next. You, Danielson and Mr. O'Brien report to the Gorilla position ASAP."

Halford: Ten-Four.

The scene fades out, then switches to ringside where we find Jonathan Hitchen and Thomas Moore. And the both of them look a touch worried.

JH: Well fans, up next is an encounter that has had a history that leads back to January the 17th. It was on that TNT, Onikage wrestled Shannon Micheals in what would be a no contest due to interference from Jim O'Brien.

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Onikage grabs ahold of Shannon and brings him to his feet. He scoops Shannon up INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER!


JH voiceover: After Onikage has performed O'Brien's finishing manuever, the F-Bomb, he scooped Shannon Micheals onto his shoulders looking to make it 2-for-2 with the Burning Hammer. But Jim O'Brien made his presence known when he fought Onikage out of the ring.

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Shannon Micheals has made it to his feet, and he doesn't look pleased in the least at Jim's appearance. He grabs ahold of Jim's massive shoulder and spins him around! Shannon gets right in Jim's face, yelling and saying things I'm sure his mother wouldn't approve.


JH voiceover: Even though Jim had basically saved Shannon Micheals from a Burning Hammer from Onikage, Micheals took it personally and made it known that he wasn't too pleased with Jim's interference.

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JIM GRABS AHOLD OF MICHEALS and SCOOPS HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER! JIM THEN DROPS MICHAELS HEAD FIRST INTO THE MAT!


JH voiceover: And Jim answered back with a Burning Hammer. Now, let's fast forward to the February 28th edition of TNT. On this edition of TNT, Onikage and Shannon Micheals fought once again.

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Jim O’Brien crawls out from under the apron, but he isn’t alone as he has a steel chair wrapped in barbwire!


JH voiceover: And once again, Jim O'Brien made his presence known. This time with a barbwire wrapped steel chair.

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The Monster of TNT slides into the ring while Onikage tries to untie himself from Shannon to try and defend himself. However Jim isn’t having any of that as he slams the steel chair down against Onikage’s skull before he can even get to his feet.
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JH voiceover: Once again, Onikage was Jim's target, focusing most of his offense onto Onikage. But Shannon Micheals...

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Jim whips right around and clubs Shannon who was getting up in the side of the had with his chair.[/i]


JH voiceover: ... once again found himself on the wrong side of a Jim O'Brien chairshot. Not once.

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Shannon Micheals tries to get up but once again is met with a steel chair shot from Jim, which ends up busting open Micheals too!
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JH voiceover: But twice. The second chairshot gave Shannon, to coin a phrase, quite a crimson mask. All of which, Jim O'Brien showed as little remorse as we've ever seen from him. So it was on the March 7th edition of TNT, Shannon had this to say.

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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."


We cue back to ringside as our montage comes to an end.
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JH: Well that week is here, gang. This is the first official meeting between these two--

TM: And odds are, it'll be the last. I may not like and praise Jim as much as I used to, but c'mon, Shannon Micheals must have a death wish if he's wanting to wrestle Jim now.

JH: Well he wanted to show the world that he had heart and that he wouldn't back down from any challenge. Well, he made this bed. Now it's time for him to sleep in it.

[align=center]The openning strains of Coheed and Cambria's "Eelcome home" starts over the PA, the lights already darkened, as the acoustic guitar gives way to an electric pyros explode, the camera view switches to behind the entrance way where we see Shannon Micheals standing in the entrance way wearing his long sleevless hooded trenchcoat. As the heavy riff starts Shannon walks out of the entranceway, he walks down the entrance almost ingoring the fans slowly. His face covered by his long hair. As he gets down to the ring he looks into it then looks around the arena lifting his hood slightly. Shannon then gets onto the ring apron as the lyrics begin.

"You could've been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would've endured my world"


Shannon leaps over the top rope and pulls back his hood outstrecthing his arms. He then slaps his chest and points to the crowd.

"Well you're just as I presumed
A whore in sheep's clothing
Fucking up all I do
And if so here we stop
Then never again
Will you see this in your life"


Shannon removes his coat and throws it over the top rope bouncing on the balls of his feet.[/align]

JH: This young man from Dallas, Texas will be facing his gravest challenge tonight, fans. He will be going one on one with a former Spirit of Honour, Fighting Spirit, Ultimate Endurance and Dual Crown Champion. He'll be going toe-to-toe with one of the most violent individuals to have ever graced FIW. He'll be going face-to-face with one of the most miserable men walking the planet as we know it. He'll be facing Jim O'Brien.

TM: Truer words have never been spoken, Jonathan. That dark side of Jim O'Brien that he thought he had put to rest is very much alive inside of him. And because of that, we may very well be seeing Shannon Micheals last match as an active wrestler.

[align=center]The smashing chords of 'Line In The Sand' hammer over the PA, being welcomed by a chorus of cheers. The lights turn to a dark red, almost a maroon. The chorus begins and walking from behind the curtain is 'a chained and shackled Jim O'Brien, surrounded by 8 security guards.

EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY
FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES
CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY


With guards surrounding him and in being chained up, his usual entrance routine is a rather hard one to pull off. Nonetheless O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards Shannon Micheals. As he walks on down the aisle, the fans cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. O'Brien then reaches his destination, the end of the rampway.

TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I AM

Two guards come around, one unlocking the shackles on Jim's wrist while another unlocks the shackles on Jim's feet. Once freed of the chains and shackles, the Guards cautiously back off.

EVOLUTION, EVOLUTION

Jim clutches at his wrists, flexing them. He then grabs ahold of the top rope and climbs over it into the ring. 'Line In The Sand' slowly fades out as Jim keeps his focus on Micheals.
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JH: This man, ladies and gentlemen, is a wreck. He's been on such an emotional roller coaster, not just since the whole mess with Onikage started, but for the last year. It was Anarchy In the UK 2005 where Jim lost the Dual Crown Championship. After which, he experienced a downward spiral the likes of which never seen by anyone on TNT before. He didn't only hit rock bottom once, but twice in a six month span. And right when things were starting to improve for Jim, Onikage made his presence known and turned his life that was already in shambles, upside down.

Michael Anderson, who's been midring all along, brings the mic to his lips.

MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and has a 30 minute time limit!

Jim breaks his focus from Shannon Micheals breifly as he unbottons his flannel shirt, revealing a grey t-shirt underneath. Shannon meanwhile keeps his eyes on TNT's Monster. Micheals takes several deep breaths, psyching himself up.

MA: Introducing first... From Da-- AH SHI--*feedback*

MICHEALS CHARGES, SHOVES MICHAEL ANDERSON OUT OF THE WAY AND STARTS LAYING LEFTS, RIGHTS, ELBOWS and FOREARMS INTO THE BACK OF JIM O'BRIEN'S HEAD!

JH: Oh my! Our match is already off to an explosive start!

Logan Black immediately rolls into the ring and we hear the ol'...

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

Jim manages to turn himself around in his corner ONLY TO TAKE AN UPPERCUT ELBOW SHOT TO HIS JAW! And a HUUUUUGE Right to his cheek! Shannon reels back and nails another HUUUUUGE Right fist into Jim's mouth! Shannon backs out of the corner and runs to the ropes behind him. As Jim begins to staggar from the corner, Shannon rebounds off of the ropes and Dropkicks Jim right in the mouth AND OUT OF THE RING!

TM: Holy Cow! He's really taking it to Jim! I thought Jim would've killed him by now!

Jim isn't down for long as he climbs to a knee and shakes out any cobwebs. He touches his mouth to check for crimson, to which there isn't. Meanwhile Shannon Micheals climbs to the apron. He looks down at Jim, springboards AND CONNECTS WITH AN ASAI CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!

JH: OH MY GOD! I've never seen anything like that before! Shannon Micheals is in the driver's seat tonight, and we could very well see the biggest upset in TNT history!

Shannon is quick to his feet, immediately grabbing Jim's massive forearm. And with all the strength he has in his body HE SLINGSHOTS JIM RIGHT INTO THE STEEL RINGSTEPS! Jim's head bounces off the steps like a basketball as he falls to the floor!

TM: This is exactly what Shannon Micheals needs to do if he has any hopes of defeating Jim O'Brien tonight. He needs to stay on him, keep his attacks swift and quick. He's gotta use his speed advantage as much as he physically can. You can't get in a power or suplex war with Jim.

Shannon approaches once more and grabs a handful of Jim's hair and smashes his head back into the ring steps! As Jim brings his head from the steps, we can see blood slowly starting to expel from above his left eyebrow and even a little bit from his botton lip. But Shannon keeps on the former Dual Crown Champion, dragging him to his feet. Shannon walks Jim over and nails another vicious Right Hand into Jim's face and then smashes him face first into the Announcer's Desk! Shannon grabs another handful of hair and smashes Jim's face! NO! JIM REVERSES and plants Shannon Micheals face first into the Announcer's table! Jim takes a few steps back, catching any breath he may have lost. Jim then comes back, grabbing Shannon's elbow and walks him away from the announcing position ONLY TO THROW SHANNON HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING POST!

JH: And the execution begins.

Jim slowly picks Shannon up off of the floor and rolls him into the ring. He touches the cut above his eye and the second he sees his own blood, it's like a bomb goes off inside of him. Jim immediately rolls himself to the ring and as Shannon Micheals has climbed to a knee JIM NAILS A STIFF YAKUZA KICK INTO SHANNON'S FACE! Shannon collapses like a sack of potatoes to the mat below him. Jim then speedily climbs atop Micheals, raises his head up with one hand, reels back AND NAILS A STIFF ELBOW RIGHT INTO SHANNON'S FACE!

JH: Arrrgh! Jim's gonna deform Shannon Micheals!

Jim reels back and nails a Right Fist into Shannon's mouth! Logan Black steps into the picture and grabs Jim's shoulders, trying to tell Jim to take it easy on those Elbows. But rather than heed what Logan's saying, Jim climbs off of Shannon and takes a few steps towards Logan Black. Black then back up several steps, brings his hands up and yells "I don't want any trouble! Just take it easy!" Jim just grumbles and growls as he turns his attention back to Shannon Micheals. Jim grabs a handful of Shannon's hair, bringing Shannon to his feet. Jim, literally, now grabs Shannon by his face and shoves him into a nearby corner. Jim reels back and nails a HUUUUUGE Soupbone into Shannon's jaw! And another! Three for three times the price! Jim takes a step back and nails another monstrous Elbow into Shannon's jaw! Jim rotates and connects with a Roaring Elbow! Shannon directly falls to his haunches upon impact.

JH: Good Lord! I can't recall the last time I saw Jim O'Brien this relentless and this merciless!

TM: Yeah! Hopefully he pushes aside those emo tendencies of his and he can come back to wrestling like this.

JH: Like a madman?

TM: Hey - this is the best I've seen out of Jim since this whole mess with Onikage started. Y'know, before he went all pussy on us?

JH: I would hardly consider Jim O'Brien that.

Jim backs up to the center of the ring while Shannon sits groggily, trying to grab at the ring ropes and pull himself up. But before he even gets the chance to, Jim blitzes and connects with a Knee Strike right into Shannon's face!

JH: Shannon Micheals is gon--NO!

Jim charges once again and slides his boot right across Shannon's face!

JH: Holy hell! Shannon's gonna need plastic surgery once this match is over.

TM: Well, Jim's already conducting plastic surgery. The Face Wash was for Shannon's already chubby cheeks. And the Elbows and Punches to Shannon's mouth were to remove his cavaties.

JH: Will you stop?

Jim leans in and with both paws grabs Shannon by his throat. And with ease, brings him to his feet and tosses him across the ring!

JH: Just freakish strength display by Jim O'Brien. You wouldn'tve thought that with Jim being somewhat unprepared for this match would hinder him, and early on it did, as as time goes on it goes in more in Jim's favor.

TM: Unprepared? How so?

JH: Well he's wearing his street clothes. He didn't get a chance to prepare himself mentally. And it didn't help much when Pittsburgh's division of the National guard escorted Jim to the ring.

Luckily for Shannon, he landed near the a corner. He slowly starts to pick himself up with the help of the ropes. Shannon finally climbs to a knee and suddenly to his feet! How'd he climb up so fast? Why from that jolly ol' Jim O'Brien of course. Jim raises Shannon to his feet and shoves him into the corner. Jim then steps back to mid ring then charges AND CONNECTS WITH A CORNER CLOTHESLINE!C NO! Shannon leaps over Jim, twists AND TAKES HIM TO THE MAT WITH A SUNSET FLIP!

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!


THREE!




NOOOOO!
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JH: Jim just kicked out at 2.999999994! Shannon got that close to committing the biggest upset on TNT history!

Jim rolls out of the pinning situation and to his feet, as does Shannon Micheals. Jim charges with another Lariat BUT Shannon ducks! Shannon rebounds off of the ropes AND NAILS A SPINNING HEEL KICK TO JIM'S JAW! With an opening in front of him, Shannon climbs between the ropes and onto the apron while Jim O'Brien slowly climbs to his feet. Once at a vertical base SHANNON LEAPS and SPRINGBOARDS OFF OF THE ROPES!

JH: Oh my God!

SHANNON MICHEALS WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND JIM'S HEAD and SNAPS HIM TO THE MAT! NO!!!!! Jim SLAMS SHANNON TO THE MAT WITH A POWERBOMB! Jim keeps the hold applied, lifts AND SLAMS SHANNON BACK INTO THE MAT! Jim growls a monstrous roar AS HE LIFTS SHANNON A THIRD TIME AS POWERBOMBS HIM TO HELL!

TM: TRIPLE F-BOMB! *marks out*

JH: This one is over. But... Why isn't Jim making the cover?!

Rather than go for the pin, Jim huffs and puffs as he stares down at the carcass of the Flaming Dragon, surveying the destruction he's caused to the young Texan. Jim growls as he steps walks away from Shannon, amidst much confusion.

TM: What the hell is he doing? He's got the match won!

Jim climbs between the ropes and hops from the apron to the floor. He then crouches down and lifts up the ring apron. An ecstatic grin comes over his face as he yanks out a BARBWIRE WRAPPED CHAIR!

JH: Jesus Christ! Somebody get that thing away from him! Jim's gonna kill somebody!

Jim rolls back into the ring where Logan Black puts his hands up and tries to block Jim's path only to get shoved away! Jim the raises his chair high AND SLAMS IT DOWN ACROSS MICHEALS' BACK! Referee Logan Black signals to the timekeeper and Michael Anderson AS JIM SLAMS HIS CHAIR ON SHANNON MICHEALS AGAIN!

[align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING![/align]

MA: Your winner as a result of a disqualification... Shannon! Micheals!

Jim raises his chair again AND SLAMS IT ON THE BACK OF SHANNON'S HEAD!

JH: Enough is enough! Somebody stop him!

Security charges down the rampway and into the ring AS JIM CRACKS THE CHAIR AGAINST SHANNON'S BACK ONCE AGAIN! Jim turns and sees that he has company and nails a Guard in the head! And another! Three for three times the price! But the numbers game catchs up as the ring is literally swarmed by Security! Jim raises his chair above his head again only for somebody to snacth it from his hands! Jim turns only to be sprayed in the face with Pepper Spray! Jim roars in pain as he collapses to his knees, clutching at his eyes. With him down, the Guards take the opprotunity to get Jim's massive arms behind his back, handcuffing his hands together.

JH: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm appalled at what's just happened. Jim O'Brien had seemingly had the match won but rather than make a pinfall, he went for his chair and battered Shannon Micheals.

TM: Not to speak for Jim, but I doubt he cares about wins and losses at this point. Jim used Shannon Micheals of what he's capable of doing and what he'll do to Onikage once he gets the chance.

We cue to trhe ramp, where the giant mass of Guards hauls Jim up the rampway, before our scene comes to a close.

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

Interupting the broadcast and opening backstage in the Mellon Arena, we find James Barrett sauntering down the corridor, looking extremely confident as ever, only for Toby Bostock to jump out of the shadows with a microphone in hand, prompting James to stop dead in his tracks.

James: "Don't tell me.. it's Halloween?"

Toby: "No sir."

James: "Then, why are you jumping out at me, dressed like someone that got hit by a transit van and wearing that hideous mask?"


As Toby looks down to the floor, feeling insulted, James begins laughing.

James: "Don't look so down; I'm only playing with you, sunshine. Apologies if I hurt your feelings. But, if you want an interview, make it quick.."

A big, excited grin crosses Toby's face as he looks back up at 'The Gentleman'.

Toby: "Well, thank you, Mister Barrett. Firstly, this is the first time we've seen you on the TNT broadcast feed since competing in the triple threat last Tuesday night. Where have you been all week?"

James: "I've been here and there, mostly there, though. I came into Pittsburgh last Wednesday, contacted the office and found that I hadn't been booked again. Obviously, this didn't sit with me too well, but unlike last time, I couldn't be bothered to sit and rant about not being provided with a match, especially seeing as I'm still undefeated in this promotion. Four matches now - three if you don't count the earlier undercard contest - and not a single pinfall, submission or disqualification to my name. My record is as perfect as it can be right now. So, rather than complain, I opted to get in some rest and relaxation.."

Toby: "What about this meeting with Jon Talos we heard about?"

James: "We postponed it. That means we changed the date, for those who don't know. Infact, it's tomorrow night. I contacted the office this afternoon and managed to get myself a match on the undercard, just to keep the gears oiled and such, which is why I even came here. If Madison Lee won't get me on mainstream television, then I'll just keep getting myself matches and coming on with this little promos, slowly hacking away at her subconscious.."

Toby: "What about Graver?"


Cutting Toby an intrigued glance, James raises an eyebrow at the interviewer, prompting Toby to expand the question without even being asked.

Toby: "Well, Mister Barrett, you promised to win the Fighting Spirit Championship and whilst you never officially lost last Tuesday, you certainly didn't win.."

James: "I didn't want to have to do this, but seeing as you've brought it up, I'll address the situation.."


'The Gentleman' pauses to take a breathe and turns away from Toby to face the camera, staring confidently into the lens and, essentially, our eyes.

James: "Last week, Graver, you captured a belt. The Fighting Spirit Championship. You captured yourself a Championship belt; you captured the hearts of a few stupid fans; you probably even captured a few wild animals as a child whilst you lived in your trailer. But, one thing you failed to capture was my respect. You spent the build-up to our match cussing and trying to insult English beer, thinking it would have a negative impact on the way I performed. It didn't, and I don't really know what you were trying to proce, nor do I actually care. What bothers me is that you won the match, without actually beating me. You pinned that half-wit of a French Champion, and you didn't even do it with class.."

Toby: "He stole it."

James: "Precisely. You stole it, Graver, like a common street thief. I may seemingly have been left off the radar this week, but don't think it's made me change my plans. After all, I promised, guarenteed, crossed my heart and hoped to die that I would be capturing that Fighting Spirit Championship and using it as a stepping stone to the Dual Crown. And unless I'm the mystery man in tonight's main event, then I still intend on taking your strap, Graver. Forget the Ultimate Endurance Championship right now, because Dante Coles hasn't done anything to me. To be honest, Remy Barteaux hadn't either. Whereas you, Graver, have. You stole a Championship, not from me, but from the man I was planning on taking it from. It'd be like going grave-digging, only to find someone has already robbed the corpse.."


In disgust, Toby screws up his face, prompting James to laugh slightly.

James: "Graver, keep the belt warm. I'm off for dinner and a brandy, then back to my hotel room for a sleep. When I wake up tomorrow morning and phone the office to check my bookings, I expect to see my name across from your's, Graver. And if it isn't, then I suggest you grow eyes in the back of your head and develop a severe sense of paranoia, Graver, because I'll be everywhere you turn and in everything you see. I'll get so far under your skin, you'll put that belt up in a match just to get your hands on me and make it all stop.."

Toby: "Are you saying that you're going to start playing mind games with Graver?"

James: "Tony, my dear boy, shut up."


With that said, James pats Toby on the shoulder and smiles pleasantly, then makes his way down the corridor and disappears around the corner, leaving the interviewer by himself, looking slightly confused.

Toby: "My name isn't Tony.."

The camera fades into a pair of luscious lips that are forming a smile however the sound of a door opening makes them shift into a rather indifferent look. Slowly the camera man pulls out to reveal the lips belong to TNT General Manager, Madison Lee. And the reason for her change in mood is standing right in front of her desk, Onikage and JJ. Madison Lee looks over Onikage and then quickly returns to watching whatever it is she is watching on her lap top.

Madison: What do I owe the displeasure of having the likes of you two in my company?

A soft raspy hiss like chuckle seeps out of Onikage’s mouth as he places his arms behind him.

Onikage: Now now Miss Lee, no way to talk to a man whose done so much for the better of the product. After all you asked for it, and I brought you the International Championship, not my fault Bill Kuriyama failed to prove his worth. I took care of one disgrace to the luchalibre name that went by Max Corona if you recall correctly. I’ve been also taking care of one potential parasite on your roster, James. Not even mentioning I put up with that fool Graves for the short time we were together by your orders when you paired us together. So if I had one minor request I don’t see how that could be so hard for you give me.

Madison: No, I don't suppose it would be. Considering you've done a fine job of handling all your minor problems lately. Like making sure that Jim O'Brien's always out-numbered whenever the two of you step into the ring. If you want to mess with Jim's head, that's quite fine. But at least have the balls to follow through with your promises on your own. Because I'm tired of answering requests involving you two that are nothing more than backdrops for your games.

Onikage: I suppose then it is a good thing for both of us I’m not here to request some thing.

Now after pulling her in like that Madison Lee is quite obviously losing her already small amount of patience for Onikage.

Madison: Why don't you cut to the chase already? I'm a very busy person and your needs are not at the top of my priorities right now.

He innocently rises his hands up as if to show he isn’t up to any thing by bringing his presence before Madison.

Onikage: I merely wanted to applaud you for what you’ve done this week. James is not in a right state of mind to be allowed to roam freely through out the backstage area. He has shown the last two weeks when he attacked not only me but another member of the roster and my students. So it was a brilliant business move on your part to ensure he does not end any one’s careers. Let alone those who, at least when it concerns this matter, are innocent by-standers.

Madison: Innocent? By-standers? Do I need to remind you of the little stunt you pulled so many months ago? Special Guest Referee ring any bells? When your student JJ got the honor of refereeing the first encounter between yourself and Jim? Yeah, very convenient for you, that was. Then again, you and I both know convenience had nothing to do with you filling that tumbler with just JJ's name.

Onikage’s expression sours a little bit at the revelation that Madison Lee found out about what he had done before Vendetta. JJ however looks utterly shocked and looks between Onikage and Madison.

JJ: You did that sensei?

Madison: Oh yeah, your "sensei" did that. Put you right in the line of fire with Jim O'Brien. Just fills you with that warm protected feeling. Nothing like having your own teacher not watching your back. So here's what's gonna happen. You had your fun, now it's Jim's turn. Next week, you'll have two matches. Yes, count them-- two. And Mr. James O'Brien will select both of your opponents. I think that's a nice, fair way to even the score between you two.

JJ is still slightly shocked while Onikage looks like there may just now be a hint of annoyance in his pleasant expression. His fists tighten at his sides as he considers the weight of the situation Madison Lee has put him in come next week. Mean while JJ snaps out of his shock and walks a bit closer to Madison.

JJ: Miss Lee I don’t mean to question you, but was it exactly fair to book this three-way? I mean Kailey just came off of two draining matches against Swytch, one even for the Dual Crown. Now you are placing her in there with that big Samoan and the Russian Frankenstein doesn’t make it exactly an even playing field, does it?

Now it is Madison Lee’s turn to show annoyance, but this over JJ questioning her booking. But her annoyance is nearly matched by Onikage’s anger over his student worrying more about the situation Kailey is in this week than what he is in next week.

Madison: Excuse me? Are you in someway suggesting that Kailey Lane is not as capable as some of the other superstars here to compete on a weekly basis in the main-event environment? Perhaps you'd find it fair if I took Kailey out of the triple threat and made her Swytch's surprise opponent in that Two Out of Three Falls match tonight. I could do that. Is that what you want? Or you can just leave now.

JJ: Eh heh heh…Right, going now.

Onikage: Come JJ.

And without even acknowledging Madison Lee’s announcement about next week to her Onikage turns his back on the GM. He storms over to the door and out it with JJ quickly behind him as the camera cuts back to ringside.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!

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.

MA: Making her way to the ring, from Aurora, Ohio… she is your TNT Cruiserweight Champion… APRILLLL… LYYYYYYYYYYYYYYNN!!!

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.

TM: Y’know, April’s lucky she even HAS that championship. First she wins it back from Graver at déjà vu, then last week she had to defend against the superior Alex Evans!

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.

JH: Well first of all, Thomas, I think you’ll find Graver never actually held the Cruiserweight title, and I believe you’ll also find that Alex Evan’s is a half-cocked sod bag.

TM: Excuse your English, Mr. Tea and Crumpets. I think you just alienated everyone here in the Mellon Arena, not to mention about 90% of our viewing audience.

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

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

MA: And her opponent! From Detroit, Michigan… he is your TNT Fighting Spirit Champion… GRRRRRRRAVERRRR!!!

[align=center]BLEED!
BLEED!

BLEED IT OUT!

YEAH!
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TM: And there we just won ‘em right back!

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 slaps the gold around his waist a few times before raising both hands in a double deuce to his "fans" and making his way to the ring.

JH: Yeah, everyone really seems smitten with our Fighting Spirit Champion tonight. Giving him gifts of stale beer and popcorn, even.

TM: Hey, at least the fans give him SOME reaction. I’ve never heard ‘em make a peep for you, Hitchen.

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 taking the title off his waist and holding it up by th strap, flipping one last bird with the other hand. Graver hops down and hands the title to the referee, giving very specific instructions as to its treatment while out of his care.

Michaela points to both superstars (like refs tend to do) and signals for the bell. It does the ding thing that everyone else totally ripped off of me *cough* and we’re underway. Well, most of us, anyway. Graver sees fit to just lean against the turnbuckle, thumbs hooked into his pockets.

JH: Well, Graver certainly seems jazzed for this match.

TM: What can ya do, Hitchen? The man kept having his beauty rest interrupted for some stupid required promo! How crap is that?

April doesn’t seem to care that Graver’s feeling a bit slumberous, and charges toward him.

JH: April not having this match slowed down--

Graver suddenly springs to life and steps up on her charging knee, BLASTING APRIL IN THE MOUTH WITH A CLOSED FIST!!

TM: SHINING MEAT HOOK!! Graver’s not slowed down either! HA!

The Reject of TNT gives a slight grin as he shakes his hand a bit. April quickly gets back to her feet, barely missing a kick Graver throws casually her way. She steps toward him again, looking for a tie-up, but Graver catches her fists and forces her arms away. He makes for a right hand, but April blocks his forearm with hers, finally hitting a move with a long-legged toe kick!

JH: A nice counter game being played by April and Graver, there.

The fans even seem impressed, with a small pop and some applause. April turns and drops to a knee, digging her fingers into Graver’s poorly-washed blonde tresses and THROWING him over her shoulder, spine-first into the mat!

TM: Whoa, what the hell! Flag on the play! Illegal finger-follicle contact! Disqualify her, Michaela!

Graver rolls away, massaging the pain from his scalp as Michaela grants April a stern warning.

JH: April getting the standard warning for bending the rules…

TM: Bending my pimply left ass cheek! That was blatant disregard for the time-honored rules this federation has adhered to since it’s foundation!

JH: Wow, you just used up a whole roll of word-a-day toilet paper in one sentence. Congrats, Thomas. I didn’t know you had it in you.

TM: It’s your mom’s cooking. Gave me the shits like you wouldn’t believe.

Graver clambers to his toes and April is right on him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and SWEEPING him backward to the mat once more!

JH: Impressive Russian leg sweep by April Lynn! She’s really busting out the offense here early in the match.

TM: Yeah, right Jonathan. Keyword : EARLY. Graver’s got plenty of time to win this one, just you sit back and watch.

Seemingly impressed by herself, April decides this is the perfect time to pin. Michaela drops…

[align=center]ONE!

TW--
nope. Graver kicks out rather violently.[/align]

JH: Only two.

TM: Not even two! Do you even know how to count? No, wait, don’t tell me. You limeys use a different system for measuring seconds or something, right?

Graver and April both get to their feet around the same time. April starts to push her toes off the mat, but Graver simply lunges in her general direction with a down-swinging twin fist! He connects sharply with her knee before landing on his face, and a loud POP springs from April’s leg-bender!

JH: THAT didn’t sound good!

TM: April being crippled? Sounds fine to me.

JH: I think that was the same knee Graver stepped off on earlier. If he’s smart he’d pick up on that and maybe start working the knee to his advantage. But he’s not, so there’s still a very strong chance April will pull out this victory.

TM: Oh, har-har.

Graver gets back to his feet as April drops to the mat, holding her patella. The FSC shoves the hair backward out of his eyes and gives April a good dose of the deuce before hopping into the air and landing a nice elbow-drop to April’s stomach.

TM: BAM! I bet that forced the air right out of her!

JH: I think not, Thomas. That blow was more to the stomach, to knock the wind out of her, Graver’d have to go for the diaphragm.

Graver pulls both himself and April up (by her hair, of course) and proceeds to whip her toward the ropes. Before she gets far, however, Graver manages to grab hold of her locks once more, and pulls her backward and down onto his knee!

TM: DIE BY THE RULZ!!!

JH: Oh, shut up. He’s long gone.

TM: Yeah, but that’s still an awesome move!

JH: April does seem to be a bit stunned by the blow.

Graver gets a stern set of words from Michaela about hair-pulling and such, but he simply smiles and makes a kissy-face at her. The Reject pulls April back up, forcing her head between his legs…

TM: All right! Here it comes!

He underhooks one arm, then the othe--NO! STIFF PUNCH TO THE KIDNEYS!!

JH: And a jet stream of blood just shot out of Graver’s dickhole!

TM: YEOUCH! I’d hate to be Graver, there!

He releases the initial underhook, and April lets fly with fists to both of his sides. The Awesome One backs off toward the ropes to catch a short breather, but NO DICE as April SPEARS HIM IN THE GUT!!

JH: GORE!! SPEAR!! GORE!! SPEAR!!

April doesn’t let a second past before mounting Graver’s abs and pummeling him in the mush with a series of angry fist-balls. The Reject grabs the bottom ropes with both fists, but April doesn’t seem to notice, and starts laying into him with both hands swinging. Michaela practically has to pry her up off Graver before she stops and lets the Fighting Spirit Champ get back up.

JH: April is LIVID tonight!

TM: Yeah, how much you wanna bet that asshole Remy has something to do with it?

JH: Are you sure it isn’t just all the misery Graver’s put her through?

TM: Totally. Nothing bad that ever happens is Graver’s fault.

Graver uses the ropes to help him find some verticality, and as soon as his fingers leave the ropes, April lunges forward. Quickly, he wraps both arms around them, and Michaela tells April to back off. Graver hides a smirk as he holds up both arms, pulling away from the ropes, and at the slightest flinch from April, he hugs them once more.

JH: Oh, Christ. Sometimes he’s just ridiculous, I swear! Some fighting spirit!

TM: *laughing* He’s just havin’ a good time, Hitchen!

JH: He’s a coward! An outright coward, that’s what he is!

Graver says “for real, now” and lets go of the ropes. April grabs a wrist before he can pull it away and whips him HARD into the closest turnbuckle. She follows up with a charging clothesline that melts into a harsh bulldog!

TM: The Iron Cross!!

JH: Blimey, 2 Dope, Tier, what’s next? Calling out some heel-era Chris Maclay signatures?

TM: You’re just jealous ‘cuz Wight doesn’t care about any of YOUR favorite wrestlers’ old signature moves.

JH: … what?

TM: … er… nothing.

April kick-scoots Graver over onto his back, positions herself near his head and fires a leg skyward. She grabs it and LEVELS it across his neck, not bothering to take a pose after her leg drop.

JH: Split Decision! How’s that for a signature move?

TM: Eh, she ripped it off someone WWE fired. If that shit-hole won’t take ‘em, the move can’t be that good, now can it?

April marches to the turnbuckle, grabbing the ropes and springing to the top. She turns around to face Graver as he wobbly makes it to his feet. He flails his arms a bit, finally finding a steady base. He straightens, looks around and doesn’t see April.

JH: Go ahead and turn around, Graver! She’s waiting right behind you.

… but he doesn’t. Graver simply shakes his head and points to his temple, too smart for that. He folds his arms and stands in admant refusal to turn around.

JH: Oh come ON!

TM: What, Hitchen? Mad Graver won’t pull off the old stand-by of “turn around and die”?

JH: He’s delaying a perfectly good match, once again with his cowardice!

TM: Cowardice and intelligence are frighteningly close for you, eh Hitch?

April shrugs and decides to hop toward Graver anyway, somersaulting in the air. The crowd pops, and Graver decides something awful is about to happen, so he DARTS forward and slides head-first out of the ring. April lands PAINFULLY heels-first, then drives her ass into the mat as Graver scrambles to his feet on the outside, laughing hysterically at her misfortune!

TM: HA! Graver is so smart! So awesome! If he were a beautiful supermodel chick, I might ask him to marry me.

JH: And you call ME gay…

TM: Only because you take it up the chocolate freeway.

April flops around a bit, struggling to find a position to favor her wounds that doesn’t hurt by default. She gives up on that, simply deciding to stand. No sooner does she find her soles flat on canvas, than they get KNOCKED CLEAN OUT OF HER BOOTS as Graver LEAPS off the top rope with a flying clothesline!!

JH: DEAR GOD!!

TM: Some RARE high-flying action from Graver here, folks! Hope ya smuggled your digital cameras in!

Graver sits up, raising both arms in victory while Michaela checks on the closed-eyed April. Graver gets to his feet and--

JH: Hold the phone a second, what’s this?

Remy Barteaux vaults over the barricade, slides into the ring, and FLOORS Graver with the Mob Hit! Graver goes down like a stack of pancakes at a fat farm, and Remy slides right back out of the ring just as Michaela looks up.

TM: MORE CHEATING!! Jesus! What string does April have to pull before that dumb ref will finally disqualify her!?

JH: I don’t think April meant for that to happen, Thomas.

TM: LIES!!

April and Graver both lay motionless on the mats, and Michaela has no choice but to start the ten count.

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!

THREE![/align]


April begins to stir, her lips parting and eyes opening.

[align=center]FOUR!!

FIVE!![/align]


She rolls over onto her side, but it doesn’t seem she’s ready to rise yet from that brutal clothesline.

[align=center]SIX!!

SEVEN!!!
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TM: Come on, Graver! Get up!

JH: I’m sure there’s some fight left in both of these superstars, Thomas.

[align=center]EIGHT!!![/align]

April grabs the bottom rope and pulls herself standing. She sees the laid-out Graver and not taking a chance on performing a finisher, slides overtop him and hooks the leg for a pin! Michaela drops…

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

THRE
--NO!!![/align]

JH: I don’t believe it!

TM: YESS!!!

At the last possible second, Graver shoulders out of the pin, and both wrestlers lay there in disbelief.

JH: April just can’t believe Graver’s still in this!

TM: Heh. Neither can Remy! Lookit him!

Remy is indeed on the apron, bitching and pointing at Graver. Michaela finally notices him and trots over to give him a few pieces of her mind. April looks up to see where Michaela has gone, sees Remy, and rises herself. She stomps over to him and starts yelling and pointing at Graver on the mat.

JH: She is heated!

TM: Hell hath no fury, like they always say. Let’s hope she stays furious and we steer clear of any more mushy-gushy lovey-dovey promos, hmm?

Remy spies something over the ladies’ shoulders and tries to get them to turn around, but neither Michaela nor April will have it. This, of course, gives Graver ample opportunity to slide outside, snatch his title from the title holding personnel at ringside and slide back in.

JH: Don’t tell me he’s going to try what I think he’s going to try!

TM: I’m sure neither Graver nor myself have any idea what you’re talking about, Hitchen.

April finally turns away from Remy, possibly remembering she has a match. Of course, that’s when Graver strikes, BARRELLING the title into her face before winging the metal-and-leather out of the ring and rolling into a cover.

JH: Damn him!

Michaela hears the thud and turns around to find Graver’s back pressed tight against Aprils’ shoulders, leg hooked. She drops for a count…

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!
[/align]

Michaela rises and signals the bell ring. Graver quickly slides away, picking up his FSC as Michael Anderson’s voice rings out.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall… GRRRRRAVERRRRR!!!

Graver grins, holding his title aloft while walking backwards. He turns and makes his way past Remy, now off the apron and glaring menacingly at him. Graver stops, smiling at the Cajun, dusting off his lapels and patting him on the shoulders. JUST as Graver starts to turn away, he takes a FURIOUS fist to the cheekbone!

JH: And Remy Barteaux just sent Graver an invitation to the dance!

Graver responds with a backhand BITCH-slap, but Remy LUNGES at the Fighting Spirit Champion, knocking him to the ground and bashing his face in with furious street-trained fists!

TM: Somebody get that maniac off of poor Graver!!

JH: Graver deserves everything he’s getting right now!

Referees and security quickly make their way to ringside and pull Remy off of Graver. He shouts obscenities at the downed Reject in French as the remaining officials pull Graver up and restrain him, leading him to the back. Graver shakes the cobwebs from his head and returns the insults in vivid, bleeped-out English.

JH: There’s still a LOT of anger welling in Remy over his Fighting Spirit Championship loss!

TM: What can you do, Hitchen? Remy pulled that old trick on Graver how many times, and he finally got his just desserts!

JH: I’ll tell you one thing, I can’t WAIT to see these two meet in the ring!

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

The TNT cameras cut backstage to find an irate Cruiserweight Champion storming down the corridor. Toby Bostock rushes after her, the camera crew hot on his heels as he calls out after her.

Toby: April! April, wait up!

The woman does indeed stop, quite abruptly, causing Toby to nearly topple into her. Thankfully he manages to stop before there's a corridor collision.

Toby: April, do you have anything to say about what happened out there? I mean, with Remy and Graver?

April stares Toby down, a menacing glare in the blonde's eyes. She snatches the microphone from Toby, turning her attention onto the camera.

April: I do have something to say. I am sick and tired of dealing with Remy Barteaux. I am sick and tired of everything I do getting messed up because Remy ends up getting in the way.

April lowers the microphone, her anger still seething through her gritted teeth.

April: I know the truth now, Remy. Kailey told me everything and I saw the truth for myself. And I wasn't sure what I was going to do with this information. Until just now. When you went out there and did what you did just now.

Toby watches cautiously, fighting himself off as he burns to ask the obvious question that April left hanging.

April: I'm challenging you, Remy Barteaux, to a match with me. I don't care when and I don't care how. But I want Remy in that ring, one-on-one.

April shoves the microphone into Toby's chest, which he instinctively grabs as April releases it and marches off.
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With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the TNTtron and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the stage and starting to move down the ramp. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the sides of the elevated ramp where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like the religious worshipper before their God.

JH: Looks like we're ready for the Triple Threat match, Thomas.

TM: I cannot wait to see Dante school this Slam reject one more time.

JH: Thomas, he's been on TNT for over three months now. I think we can acknowledge him as a TNT superstar now.

TM: You do what you want. But he's still Slam scum to me!

The words, ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say”, are the prompt for a flash of light and a series of explosions around the stage and TNTtron and two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down through the press of females on the elevated ramp, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step.

MA: The following Sudden Death Triple Threat is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and seventy-seven pounds; from Bogorodskoye, Russia; being accompanied by Natalya Vladek… RRAAAAGGGGIIINNNN'!!!!

JH: Ragin' didn't seem entirely too concerned with tonight's match earlier in the week.

TM: Of course he didn't. He just sat around and talked about smoking! I wonder if he can make it the whole match without a coughing fit.

JH: Whatever gets you interested for the contest, Thomas.

As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring.

TM: He seemed more interested in Kailey earlier this week than Dante. Big surprise.

JH: Well, they do have quite the history. Not just here on TNT but down in Rising and when they were both on different brands.

TM: We could recap their history, but we'd be here all week and we'd still not be caught up. So let's not even try.

"Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, barely acknowledging the fans as she keeps her focus on the Russian stood inside the ring and the other standing ringside. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then backs into her corner to psyche up, not taking her eyes off the Master of Rage.

MA: And the opponent; from Nashville, Tennessee… KAILEY LLLAAANNNNE!!!!

JH: Well that right there tells the story. The look in Kailey's eyes is not an endearing one.

TM: Or is it? Maybe she's burning with passion for him. I never know what's going on between those two.

JH: I'd wager it's not passion either of them have one or another… but I could be wrong.

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.

MA: And the final opponent. Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds; from Los Angeles, California; he is the Ultimate Endurance Champion… DANTE CCOOOOOLLLEESSS!!!

TM: Now here comes the man, Jonathan!

JH: If you say so.

TM: Didn't you see him with Madison this past week?! He's got magical hands! He could make women do whatever he wants!

JH: Let's see if he can get Kailey to lay down for him.

TM: I think he already did that. *snickers*

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 tosses his belt aside as he TAKES RAGIN' DOWN WITH SPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE! Dante immediately floats over into a mounted positioned, throwing rights and lefts as the Master of Rage tries to block them. Kailey watches on, awe-struck at the match's abrupt start.

JH: Looks like that history with Dante and Ragin's isn't as over as we thought!

TM: I think he's just going for the biggest threat in the match.

JH: Excuse me? Are you saying Kailey's not a threat? I seem to recall her going toe-to-toe with our Dual Crown Champion just last week.

TM: Yeah, but did she win? Don't answer that 'cuz I didn't see her coming down here with any gold. Dante, on the other hand…

The two men roll around on the canvas for a bit, both trying to gain the advantage but it ends up just looking like a man candy scuffle (hehe). They manage to tear themselves apart from their embrace enough to fight to their feet. Ragin' runs into a raised knee from Dante that doubles him over. Dante scoops Ragin' up… but Ragin' falls down Dante's back, landing on his feet and CRACKING a kick at the back of Dante's knee!

JH: Ouch! That kick took Dante's leg right out from under him!

TM: Hey! He could've seriously injured Dante! Tell him to stop!

JH: Uh, yeah. I'll go do that right now.

Ragin' bends down to grab Dante but gets a kick against his thigh. He turns around, getting another stinging kick upside his thigh from Kailey! Kailey throws another one but Ragin' grabs. Kailey immediately throws the other leg, SMACKING RAGIN' UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH AN ENZUIGIRI!

JH: Kailey coming out with those kicks!

TM: And Dante's got a cover!

Dante uses the momentum set by Kailey, rolling Ragin' up in a school boy that doesn't even get a one count before Ragin' springs off his shoulders! Kailey moves into the action but Dante pushes her out of the way, stepping up with Ragin' with some right hands that back him into the turnbuckle.

JH: That was very disrespectful to Kailey.

TM: What? He's worrying about Ragin' right now.

JH: It's a Triple Threat. Not a choose your opponent match. Or pick your poison, as the case may be.

TM: Heh, pick your poison is right.

Dante continues his assault on Ragin' in the corner, rocking the former Slammer with every stinging right-hand. Kailey remains back, contemplating the thought of inadvertently saving Ragin' from Dante's wrath. She finds a better idea and runs at Dante, dropkicking him right into Ragin'! The two men crack hands and Kailey takes page out of Dante's book, rolling him up with a school girl!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


Dante Kicks Out!
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JH: Kailey almost had that won there!

TM: It was just a two count.

JH: Hence "barely".

Both are up and Kailey ducks an incoming clothesline from Dante only to NEARLY GET BEHEADED BY A CLOTHESLINE FROM RAGIN'! Ragin' runs through her like she's nothing, burying a boot in Dante's stomach as he turns around! He hooks Dante up and THROWS him over with a suplex! Ragin' immediately positions himself, locking in a simple arm bar on the self-proclaimed Icon.

JH: Ragin' taking both Kailey and Dante down in a matter of seconds and it looks like he's going for the Russian Claw here.

TM: Dante! Get that Russian scum off you!

Kailey, still grounded, spots submission being applied to Dante as she tends to her neck. She attempts to reclaim the wind that was knocked out of her but throws a leg CRACKING Ragin' upside the head!

TM: Yes! No Russian Claw tonight! I'm surprised she saved Dante from her "boyfriend' though.

JH: Whatever there is between Kailey and Ragin' doesn't matter. This is Sudden Death rules. Kailey wants to win just as much as the other two.

Dante rolls to the ropes, cradling his arm as he's well aware how close he was to possibly losing this match to Ragin'. Kailey pulls herself to her feet as Ragin' does the same, holding his throbbing head. Kailey cracks a kick into Ragin's shin, followed by another one and another one! Ragin' tries to hobble out of range from her legs but Kailey remains right on him.

JH: Kailey's chopping away at Ragin' like he's a redwood.

TM: Maybe she should join the Lumberjack. She could even things out since the Environmentalists have Fern.

JH: No one knows what you're talking about, Thomas. Unless they visit FIW.com to watch our Internet exclusive dark matches.

TM: And that, you just witnessed, was a very well done plug.

Kailey continues her assault on Ragin', changing up from one shin to the other, to the thigh, anything to keep Ragin' from countering her next attack. She whips around with lightning speed, sweeping Ragin's legs right out from under him!

TM: Man! She's fast!

JH: It's her Jeet Kune Do training.

TM: No, I mean I heard in the men's locker room that she's fast.

JH: Enough with the sex jokes, Thomas. Kailey's not that kind of girl, no matter how much you wish it.

Kailey moves to pull Ragin' up but Dante is back, pushing her aside and lifting the man by himself. Dante applies a front facelock and yells back at Kailey to help. She hesitates for a moment, annoyed by Dante's tactics of taking control but grudgingly goes over and helps him THROW RAGIN' OVER WITH A DOUBLE SUPLEX!

JH: Picture perfect double suplex.

TM: Why do they call it a double suplex? It's only one suplex.

JH: Double the muscle, double the impact.

Kailey stands, waiting to make her next move but Dante immediately moves over into a lateral press that Richard Kelly moves in to count. But he doesn't get to as Kailey Lane moves in to pull Dante off of Ragin'. Dante storms his to feet, glaring at Kailey who's not intimidated in the least. She's just got a boat load of questions for him.

JH: What does Dante think? That Kailey was helping him win?

TM: Well she is working for him.

JH: With him. She's working WITH him against Ragin'.

Dante waves her off and drags Ragin's body off the canvas. Ragin' tries to fight back but a sharp knee to his sternum from Dante puts the Master of Rage back down. Dante whips Ragin' into the far corner and then tells Kailey something. She starts to object but decides against it. She moves to the cover and Dante takes her wrist, whipping her towards Ragin'… no, Kailey holds on and whips Dante into Ragin'! Dante leaps into the air SPLASHING RAGIN' IN THE CORNER! Dante grabs Ragin' and whips him out of the corner RIGHT A FLYING AXE HANDLE FROM KAILEY FROM THE SECOND ROPE!!

JH: The Kailey Klub! Hit from the middle rope onto an on-coming opponent! More double-team from the… well, I don't know what you want to call them.

TM: Kailey's heart doesn't seem into it. But Ragin's face is getting busted up even more than it already is. I can't believe how well Dante has Kailey under his thumb.

JH: She's not under his thumb! She's smart. She knows two on Ragin' is better than every person for themselves. Kailey's using Dante right now just as much as he's using her.

Dante yells something to Kailey, pointing down at Ragin'. Kailey glares at him for a moment before making her move for Ragin'. Ragin' gets up to his knees, staring up at Kailey with his hands up in surrender. Kailey hesitates as she stares down at him, conflicted for a moment. Dante rushes forward RIGHT INTO A RISING CLOTHESLINE FROM RAGIN'!

JH: Ragin's still alive!

TM: He tricked Kailey! Used her emotions against her! She still wants his bod!

Ragin' leaps into a mounted position, slugging away at Dante, getting major retribution from the start to the contest. Kailey watches, dumbstruck at the fact that Ragin' is still moving as well as he is. Ragin' completely ignores her existence as he continues to tattoo Dante's face in with his fist. He stands, dragging Dante with him and sets him up, DROPPING DANTE FACE-FIRST ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

JH: Dante's eating some 'buckle there thanks to Ragin'.

TM: THANKS TO KAILEY! The two-timing hussy! Works with Dante and now she's working with Ragin'.

JH: I don't think she's WORKING with him.

Kailey is shaken out of her astonishment, now just watching as she looks for some sort of opening. Sure her "partner" it getting bashed in but still better than herself getting bashed in. She's felt that from Ragin' enough. Dante falls back on his ass against the ropes, holding his face as Ragin' glares back over at Kailey, startling her as if she just realized she were in this match and not just a spectator.

TM: Uh-oh. Now look what you did, little missy!

JH: Ragin's got Kailey in his sights now. And this can't be good.

TM: She let Ragin' get the jump on Dante, it's the least she deserves.

But Ragin' continues to stay on Moore's bad side by ignoring Kailey once again and making his way over to Dante… ONLY FOR DANTE TO THROW HIM FROM THE RING! Ragin' smacks face-first into the mats at ringside, his neck bending at an awkward angle. Kailey rushes to the ropes, shocked at Ragin's unceremonious ejection from the match as RK jumps out to check on him.

JH: Man, that did not look pretty. Hopefully he hasn't hurt his neck.

TM: Oh, that'd be awful. A year without Ragin'? I'd be devastated.[/sarcasm]

JH: Kailey should turn her attention back into the actual match though. Not the incapacitated opponent at ringside.

Why, you ask? That'd be become Dante has reclaimed his footing and is now got his sights set on the Nashville star. And let's just say it isn't the type of sights Kailey wants on her. Kailey turns back around, frozen in the angry glare from the UEC as Dante points at her and growls something that doesn't set well with Kailey.

JH: Looks like Dante isn't happy with Kailey. Not a surprise.

TM: He's just telling her like it is! She's responsible for the fact he was made a punching bag for Ragin'!

In defense, Kailey throws a spinning roundhouse kick that Dante just barely manages to duck! Kailey doesn't hesitate though as she throws using the momentum to throw a crescent kick-- but Dante catches it! Dante painfully twists the leg, throwing Kailey down to the canvas!

JH: Good God! First the fall to the outside on Ragin' and now twisting Kailey's leg like that! The same leg that Swytch had a field day with last week! Dante looks to be trying to take these two out permanently!

TM: I would too if I was Dante! These two have mucked up his business on more than one occasion with their love-hate relationship.

Dante drags Kailey back up, her favoring her leg a little as Dante rocks her back with an elbow strike! Another one sends the Lady into the ropes. He fires another sharp strike, the point of his elbow connecting just below her eye and busting her cut open! Dante whips her off the ropes but her leg gives out and she tumbles face first into the canvas!

JH: Oh man! Obviously Kailey's leg isn't as recovered from last week as she let on. And Dante's damage to it did her no favors.

TM: And now she's bleeding! Why doesn’t she just throw in the towel?

JH: She didn't last week and she won't this week. Kailey isn't a quitter!

Dante saunters over to Kailey, a cocky grin on his face as he drags her up by a handful of blonde hair. Dante grabs her around the waist and SNAPS HER OVER WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Dante flips through to his feet, grabbing Kailey's legs and dragging her over into a n elevated Boston Crab! Kailey immediately screams out in pain, clawing at the mat as she tries to crawl to the ropes that are WAY too far away.

JH: That Dante's Inferno! Kailey may just HAVE to throw in the towel here. Or have it thrown in for her!

TM: Ahem! Dante's Inferno TTTWWWOOOO!!!!

JH: You'd think Dante would want to work on Kailey's legs and that move does a little but he seems to be toying with her. He needs to be trying to win!

TM: Eh. Ragin's unconscious outside. It's cool.

RK gets down at Kailey's level, asking if she wants to quit but Kailey screams out "no", trying to drag herself and Dante across the ring to the ropes. But something else catches her eyes. Past the ropes, Ragin' is now standing. Glazed look over his eyes, he's still standing. He stares straight ahead at Kailey, a grin forming on his lips as he watches the woman struggle with everything with in her to get out of Dante's hold. Kailey grits her teeth in aggravation, trying to fight harder but to no avail.

TM: Ragin' is… not stopping Dante from winning?!

JH: He seems to enjoy watching Kailey's torment. How sick!

Kailey gives in, giving Ragin' a pleading look as she claws harder at the mat, her back bent in an ungodly angle. Ragin' seems to enjoy it more and more as Kailey silently begs for his help. When the chuckle comes from him, that's the last straw. Kailey's look of vulnerability transforms in an instant to rage! She plants her hands on the mat and, gritting her teeth, using all the strength left in her legs to flip Dante head-first out of the ring!

JH: Now it's Dante flying head-first from the ring!

TM: Is he okay? He didn't hurt his neck did he? Oh, good. He's fine!

JH: Yes, you can sit down now. What impressive determination from Kailey Lane. Countering the Boston Crab.

Ragin' watches in stunned disbelief at what just happened before his very eyes. And those very eyes nearly double in size as he watches Kailey, despite the obvious pain in her leg and back, run across the ring and DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES RIGHT ONTO HIM!

JH: Oh My God! A suicide dive from Kailey through the second and third rope!

TM: Holy crap! She's going to town on Ragin'!

Kailey remains on top of Ragin', slugging away at him as if he were her own personal punching bag. Something she's probably dreamed about. Ragin' throws his arms up, trying to deflect any of her strikes and only half succeeding. Kailey's anger intensifies with every strike that connects and even with the ones that don't. However, Ragin' finds himself saved from the onslaught by Dante reaching through the ropes, grabbing Kailey by the hair! He drags Kailey off of Ragin' and onto the apron! Kailey spins around and CRACKS A RIGHT HAND ACROSS DANTE'S JAW!

TM: Whoa! Kailey isn't playing here!

JH: Something he angered Kailey beyond the goal of just winning this match!

TM: Staring at Ragin's face would piss anyone off.

Kailey steps in under the middle rope-- No! Ragin' grabs her foot and drops her chin-first across the apron! He grabs her by the waist of her pants and the back of the neck, throwing her back into the ring. Dante collects her as Ragin' climbs back into the ring. Dante tosses her aside when he stops Ragin', meeting the Master with big right hand! Ragin' comes back with a right hand of his own but Dante has another one for him! The two exchange their strikes back and forth as re-adjusts her jaw. Dante boots Ragin' and whips him off the ropes… No, Ragin' counters and Natalya's there to grab the Icon's leg!

JH: Hey! Get that witch from ringside!

TM: Yeah! Get that sexy witch over here!

JH: Oh, shut up!

Dante turns his attention on the witch, as does RK, telling her to back the hell up. She does so, holding her hands up as if she were some innocent bystander. Ragin' moves in for the kill, awaiting Dante to turn around when--

JH: Oh My God!

TM: Yes! Low Blow to Ragin'!

Kailey steps up and kicked Ragin' right where it hurts… the most! Ragin' would probably be shocked if he wasn't in so much pain. Kailey grabs him in a front facelock and… has her attention draw by Madison Lee coming down the walkway. She yells out at Kailey, trying to restore order? Dante grabs the distracted woman by the back of the hair, dragging her down onto the back of her head!

JH: Hey!

TM: Mmm-mmm Madison!

JH: She provided a very beneficial distraction to Dante.

Dante SMACKS Ragin' in the face with a shuffle side kick that sends the pained superstar tumbling under the bottom rope! He drags Kailey back up to her feet, applying a standing headscissors while underhooking her arms. He glances over at Madison, a smile on the GM's face as Dante DRIVES KAILEY CROWN-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS! He flips her over onto her back and makes the cover!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
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JH: Dammit!

TM: Yes! Ha-ha! Even with Kailey and Ragin's inside strategy, Dante defied the odds!

JH: Inside strategy-- what the hell are you talking about? Madison just provided Dante with a very much needed assist!

MA: Here is your winner… DAAAANNNTTTAAYYY COOOOLLLEESSS!!!

"Downfall" reprises over the speakers as Dante takes back to his feet, Richard Kelly raising his arm. Madison steps into the ring as Dante tells RK to go fetch his championship belt. RK does as instructed while Madison makes her way over to the Icon. The two share a look before Madison takes the Icon's hand and raising it back into the air.

JH: Oh, look at that. How nice. Fully back on the same page, are they?

TM: Isn't it so… it just bring a tear to my eye.

JH: I'm gonna be sick.

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

JH: Well we’re minutes away from finding out just who Madison has lined up to take on the Dual Crown Champ tonight.

TM: Doesn’t matter who it is, this guy’s on an unstoppable roll lately. Carl’s one of the biggest guys on the roster and even he got smooshed beneath Swytch’s heal.

[align=center]The house lights drop and smoke billows out onto the stage as the opening chords to "The Outsider" are strummed out into the arena. A dim glow peeks through the smoke and begins to pulse with the beat.

"Help me if you can
It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired
So could you please..."


The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a figure appears on the stage amidst the smoke and pulsing lights. The figure wades through the smoke and stops at the top of the walkway causing the crowd to cheer for the painted man before them...Swytch.[/align]

JH: There he is. Madison better be ready to pull someone pretty spectacular out of her ass for this one.

TM: Maybe Dante changed his mind.

[align=center]Help me understand why
You've given in to all these
Reckless dark desires


Swytch raises the SoH and GHC titles into the air, staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes and his murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin. He treads down the walkway to the ring, stepping along the apron to the corner where he starts to climb. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle once again raising the titles into the air.[/align]

JH: I don’t see Dante wanting to help in the search for Kennedy, after what she did to him.

[align=center]You're lying to yourself again
Suicidal imbecile...


He steps over the ropes and drops down into the ring, falling backwards against the turnbuckles. Swytch sits on the middle pad lazily, his head twitching slightly as he waits for the match to start.[/align]

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for two out of three falls. Introducing first, from Odessa, Texas, weighing in at 230lbs, he is the DUAL CROWN CHAMPION, THIS, IS, SWYYYYYYTCH!!!

Swytch stares out from his corner, eyes locked on the entranceway as he, like everyone else awaits the unveiling of his opponent.

MA: And his opponent…

Silence fills the auditorium as the entire arena looks toward the entrance way.

TM: Jeeze, build ya part why don’tcha.

As if to quieten Moore, a piece of music blares through the speakers. It’s familiar tones tug at the memories of the fans and like a Mexican wave the recognition begins to spread through the arena.

[align=center]Dead as dead can be
The doctor tells me
But I just can't believe him
Ever the optimistic one
I'm sure of your ability
To become my perfect enemy
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The lyrics to A Perfect Circle’s “Passive” play over the deafening din of the cheering crowd, reminding those who have yet to figure it out just who this music belongs to.

JH: Oh my God! I don’t believe it! I can’t believe she managed to rope him in for this.

TM: Believe what? Who is it?

JH: Has it been that long? For heaven’s sake Moore, it’s…well look for yourself.

Out through the curtains steps…Chris Maclay, to a resounding ovation from the crowd.

TM: Holy cow! What’s he doing here!? I thought he retired!

JH: Well he’s come dressed to wrestle, so I’m guessing Swytch is about to get his ass kicked up and down memory lane!

The Dual Crown champ stares bug eyes up the walkway to the man he thought he’d never see again, the man he took the Dual Crown from all those months ago.

JH: This is insane, I can hardly hear myself think under all this din!

Maclay stands on the stage, absorbing the adulation thrown his way. Hey, it’s been a while. He raises an arm to hush the crowd as he plucks a microphone from the back of his tights, his entrance music fading out behind him. It takes a few minutes, but the volume finally drops to a suitable level.

Maclay: Evening all.

He grins as the crowd cheer like crazy school girls.

Maclay: Ok, first things first, this isn’t the big return, I’m still technically retired.

The fans don’t like that, they boo a little but he nods and panders to their disappointment.

Maclay: I know, I know, but lucky for you my version of retirement falls somewhere in the region of ol’ Mick Foley’s.

The crowd pop’s at the mere mention of the hardcore legend’s name, laughing and cheering on Maclay as Swytch keeps his steely gaze locked, eyeing his old nemesis curiously.

Maclay: Now I know there’s at least one person in this arena wondering why the bloody hell I’m here, and he’s shooting me some serious evils right now. Goes like this, I get a call from Madison, seems my ex has gone missing, being held against her will by some madman. I ask why I should give a crap? She dumped me after all, plus I’m sure you’ve all noticed the bitchy aura surrounding her lately, but then Maddy goes on to tell which particular super villain has the Pink Ranger all locked up. Turns out it’s my own personal Doctor Doom. My Lex Luthor, my Magneto.

His glare fixates on Swytch as he paces back and forth on the stage, and Swytch returns it with gusto.

Maclay: Turns out Madison’s own little troop of Justice Friends couldn’t handle things. Dante wasn‘t interested, Kailey tried but failed bless her. She even sent in some big Cajun guy, I forget his name, but nobody could stomp any answers out of the evil villain. What was our favourite General Manager to do?

Swytch seems to be getting a little restless, tired of listening to Maclay yak on and on, though the fans can’t get enough. The champ marches over to the ropes nearest the walkway and stares up at the former TNTer, begging him with his eyes to set even one foot into his ring.

Maclay: What do you do when the villain’s running amok? When’s there’s damsels need un-distressing. Answer’s a simple one, Lex…you call for Superman.

A blast of feedback tears through the speakers as Maclay drops the mic to the floor and begins marching down the walkway toward the ring.

JH: I can’t believe we’re seeing this, Chris Maclay and Swytch, one more time!

TM: This is nuts! This crowd are going crazy!

Doesn’t seem like the former champion is going to make it to the squared circle though as Swytch ducks through the ropes and heads up to meet him! They clash in the middle, fists and forearms and elbows flying into each other’s face and temples and jaw, neither man wanting to back away from this opening confrontation.

JH: The match hasn’t even begun and these two are going tooth and nail! This is brilliant!

Swytch manages to take the upper hand and force Maclay back a few steps, before taking him by the wrist and whipping him back into the ropes. He rebounds off and charges straight back into Swytch with a…

JH: LARIOTOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!

Swytch crashes back into the canvassed walkway with a spine cracking thud and Maclay turns to his fans, banging his chest and roaring like an animal.

JH: THE ESSEX BEAST IS BACK!!

TM: Alright, don’t moisten your panties just yet. He’s here for one night, and he’s got a job to do. Enough of this showboating, Maclay, get to work.

Maclay turns his attention back to the dazed champ and peels him off the canvas. He drags him over toward the ring and leans him against the ropes, slapping a hand off his chest before asking him…

Maclay: Where is she!?

Swytch’s glazed eyes come back into focus on Maclay’s face. A sadistic smile forges upon his face and he hocks a wad of spit onto the cheek of the Essex Beast.

JH: Oh that’s just disgusting.

Maclay wipes it off with his wrist, and then reels off the hardest right hand in the world right into Swytch’s face!

JH: My God what a right hand! The Beast hasn’t lost it that’s for sure.

TM: Ya know you’re beginning to sound like JR marking out over Stone Cold.

Maclay fires off another, and another before taking a few steps up and thundering Swytch over the top rope with another hard lariat! He turns to Tony Clarke and points…

Maclay: Ring the bell!

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The match officially starts and the crowd are already cheering on their hero. Maclay walks along the apron and ascends the nearest turnbuckle. He takes a moment to point down at his prey and the fans know exactly what’s coming. He balls up his fist, and leaps off!

JH: FIST OF FUREEEEEEE!!! NO!

Swytch rolls to the side and Maclay’s fist finds nothing but canvas!

TM: I told you, quit the showboating Maclay! Concentrate on the job at hand!

Maclay rolls to the side and shakes away the pain in his fist as Swytch rolls up to a knee. Both men slowly get to their feet, measuring each other up as they move in for a tie up. They jockey back and forth until Maclay manages to scoot round behind the champ, locking him into a rear waistlock. Maclay heaves him up but takes a back elbow to the side of the head that sees the freak dropped back down to his feet. He reaches back and grabs his opponent’s head, snapping him over his shoulder with a snapmare! Maclay lands on his arse and Swytch fires a STIFF boot into his spine, causing the legend to arch his back in pain! Another boot garners the same result and Swytch decides to make for the ropes. He bounced off and comes back with a Dropkick, driving both feet into the former champ’s back!

JH: Swytch picking up right where he left off with Maclay, picking apart that back that troubled him so much during his career.

TM: Yeah but that was an age ago, it’s gonna be healed by now.

JH: Maybe, but the back’s a tricky thing, very easy to re-injure and Swytch knows that.

Swytch takes off for the opposite set of ropes, springing off and charging back toward Maclay with another dropkick, this one to his face! Maclay snaps back into the canvas, his hands instinctively finding his nose to check for any blood. There is none, but he doesn’t have time to celebrate the fact as Swytch takes him by the hair and drags him back to his feet. He fires a boot into his gut -- No! Maclay catches the leg and uses it to pull Swytch into another…

JH: LARIOTOOOOHH!!!

Swytch is floored and Maclay staggers through, stopping by the ropes as he shakes some sense back into his skull and again checks his face for blood. He looks up so see Swytch rolling onto his front and pushing himself back up. He gets to a knee, then up to his feet. He glances up and sees Maclay charging into him! The Essex Beast pushes him back across the ring and into the ropes, whipping him back across the ring and moving to intercept him with one of Arn Anderson’s finest!

JH: SPINEBUSTAAAHHHHH!!! Maclay hasn’t missed a beat!

Swytch’s turn to arch his back in pain as Maclay drops down onto him and rams his forearm into his throat. He comes nose to nose with his nemesis and barks at him…

Maclay: Where is she dammit!?

Swytch coughs and splutters through the blatant choking and somehow manages to raise a demented grin, which of course only serves to anger the beast even more.

TM: This guy is sick, I don’t even want to imagine what he’s been putting poor Kennedy through.

Maclay responds by balling his fist and striking it across Swytch’s jaw. He begins to pummel the champ from his seated position until Tony Clarke intervenes and physically drags his fists away.

JH: A lot of emotion here, if Maclay’s not careful he’ll wind up disqualified.

TM: I don’t think he gives a crap.

Clarke manages to calm him down before allowing him back into the fray. Maclay stoops down and scoops Swytch back up, taking him by the wrist as he does so and whipping him into a far corner. He follows him in, arm outstretched and -- No! Swytch gets his feet up right into Maclay’s face! The former TNTer staggers backwards as the champ pulls himself up onto the second rope and leaps off, catching Maclay’s head and spiralling it back into the canvas with a…

JH: TORNADO DEE DEE TEEEEE!!!

Swytch rolls keeps the headlock on as they hit the canvas, tightening his grip as he wraps Maclay up in a Body Scissors!

JH: GUILLOTINE CHOKAAAHHHH!!! Beautifully executed by the champ!

Maclay tries to wriggle loose but Swytch has it locked in tight. He squeezes on the legend’s head as hard as he can, prompting Clarke to get in Maclay’s personal space and ask him if he feels like giving it up. He doesn’t of course, which only prompts Swytch to squeeze even tighter.

JH: This could be the first fall.

TM: That’d give Swytch the psychological edge, and Maclay’ll have to work twice as hard to catch back up.

Maclay stretches an arm out and grasps for the bottom rope but finds it just out of reach, so he balls his fist up and cracks it into Swytch’s side! And again, and again, and again until the freak’s grip begins to weaken. Maclay finally manages to slip his head free and fire a sloppy right hand across his oppressor’s face, knocking them both loos. Both men roll apart and take a moment to catch their breath.

JH: That was a close one, but Swytch still has the advantage here.

Indeed he does. He gets to his feet first and moves in on Maclay, firing a few cheap boots into his ribs as he tries to clamber up. Swytch bends down and pulls him up, cracking a knee off his face as he does so to keep him compliant. He pulls him in and hooks him up, snapping him back down into the canvas with lighting speed!

JH: ONE SECOND OF INSANITEEEEAAHHHH!!!

Maclay’s head cracks against the canvas and Swytch moves to get right in his face.

Swytch: You shouldn’t of come back.

And then with a menacing grin, he takes a hold of the groggy ex-champ’s head, lifts it off the canvas and then SLAMS it back down! He does it again! And a third time, the sick thud of skull on wood echoing about the arena. Maclay’s eyes glaze over and Swytch pulls him back to his feet once more, but Maclay fights back! He throws a wild fist at his opponent but the champ easily dodges it, smiling at the uncoordinated swing. Maclay tries again but again Swytch dodges, this time coming back with a degrading SLAP across his cheek! The startled Maclay tries his best to focus but Swytch darts off behind him, hitting the ropes and rebounding with a Spinning Wheel Kick right to the back of his head!

JH: It’s not looking good for Maclay, you know what those head shots are setting him up for?

TM: It’s been a while since he’s been Mind Fucked.

Maclay drops to his hands and knees but Swytch kindly pulls him back up, and drags him backward into a reverse chancery. Again Maclay swings errant fists about as he tries to break free…and manages to CRACK one up into Swytch’s jaw! The DC champ staggers backward, caught unawares by the flailing fist and Maclay flops loose. He cradles his head in his hands as he turns round to confront Swytch, quickly re-gathers himself and lunges at Maclay with a…

JH: LARIOTO -- NO!!!

Maclay ducks and quickly manages to drag Swytch back into a reverse chancery of his own! He spin, driving Swytch head into the canvas with the (all together now)…

JH: SPIN CYCLAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLAAAAGHHHH!!!

TM: HE HIT IT! Man, it’s been too long.

He flops into a cover, instinctively hooking the leg.

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The crowd erupts as Maclay pulls himself up into a kneeled position, breathing heavily with a tired smile on his face.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the first fall, CHRIS, MACLAAAAY!!!

JH: Well he’s got this far and managed to pull out a quick Spin Cycle to secure him the first fall, but he’s looking worn out. Remember, he’s retired. The man hasn’t wrestled in months, that’s a lot of rust to shake off, and although he seems to have done that so far you have to wonder if he can keep up this level of stamina.

TM: He better, Kennedy’s safety is on the line here. If he cares about her at all he’ll pull out all the stops to get her back.

JH: The spirit’s willing Thomas, but is the body able?

Clarke shoos Maclay back to his corner as Swytch groggily sits himself up, gradually coming to realize that the first fall has been counted, and his shoulders were down for it. He swats Clarke away and slowly climbs back to his feet, glancing over to catch a glimpse of Maclay’s cocky smile beaming back at him. The ref usher’s him back to his own corner and gives him a minute to gather his bearings before asking the two men if their ready to continue. They are.

JH: Here we go, second fall.

They both circle outwards, again eyeing the other cautiously as they slowly move in for another tie up, but as they close in Swytch fires a boot right into Maclay’s gut, doubling the Beast over! He follows it up with a STINGING uppercut throat thrust that sends Maclay reeling backwards, almost tumbling back to the mat were it not for Swytch grabbing him by the wrist. He whips him off into the ropes, Maclay rebounds and Swytch leaps up onto his shoulders! He fires off a few right fists into his nemesis’ skull before leaning back and dragging him back into the canvas with a Hurricanrana!

JH: Good start here from Swytch, Maclay really needs to regain that advantage.

Maclay is throw toward the ropes as Swytch takes a brief moment to shake away any lingering cobwebs before pulling himself back up to his feet. He moves in on his prey and lays a couple of boots to his side, before taking him by the head and dragging him up to his feet. He leans him back on the ropes and fires a STINGING chop of his exposed chest! The crowd whoo as he lays on another, and another before taking him by the head and leading him into the nearest corner, where he SLAMS his face into the top turnbuckle! He pulls him back to repeat the move but Maclay manages to fire back a pointy elbow and escape the champ’s grasp. He grabs Swytch’s head and SLAMS it into the turnbuckle pad, leaving him to lean into the corner as he backs up and takes a moment to gather himself before moving back in on his prey. He takes him by the head and spins him round into a front chancery, signalling to the crowd as he hoists him up!

JH: We know what’s coming here, Maclay’s going for that -- oh no! Swytch counters!

The champ kicks his feet and lands them back on the canvas, and uses the momentum shift to hoist Maclay up, twist him around and drop him back to the canvas with a…

JH: TWISTING SUPLEXAAAHHH!!!

Swytch takes to his feet and shakes off the head smash as he waits for Maclay to rise. The Essex Beast slowly comes to his senses and pulls himself up to a knee. He looks up, and sees Swytch barrelling towards him! He steps off his knee and -- Maclay pushes him through the ropes behind him and sends him crashing to the ringside!

JH: Swytch looking to Welcome Maclay to the Strange but he saw it coming!

TM: Is this a good thing? Swytch on the outside? Surely he’s in his element out there.

Maclay pulls himself to his feet and catches his breath, before glancing outside and seeing Swytch stirring on the mats. The ex-wrestler takes off for the far ropes, rebounding off their springy surface before hurtling back…and Suicide Diving through the ropes to the outside!

JH: Holy crap! That’s about 240lbs soaring through the air!

TM: INCOMING!!!

Swytch rolls clear and leaves Maclay to crash into the (un)protective mats, bumping against the front of the announce desk as he does so!

JH: This could be the opening Swytch needs to re-take control of this match.

TM: What a stupid ass thing to do!

A sick grin forms on Swytch’s face as he takes to his feet and moves back over to his prey. He scoops him up and SLAMS his face into the announce table a couple of times before dragging him off to find something else to play with. He lines him up, and shoot him into the audience barricades, cracking his spine off the hard wood therein! He follows him over and places a few well aimed boots into his gut as he slides down the black padded barrier, and then drags him back up, lifting him into a Scoop Slam before dropping his spine across the top of the barricade!

JH: Swytch isn’t letting up here, he knows he’s gotta keep Maclay in dreamland here if he’s gonna get that comeback pin.

With his opponent hanging across the barrier in a very uncomfortable position, Swytch hops up on top to join him. He reaches down and grabs Maclay by the hair, heaving his almost dead weight back up to his feet, but Maclay fights back! He swings at Swytch and rocks him on his perch, but the DC Champ returns the favour with a right to Maclay’s jaw that nearly sees him toppling to the mats! Somehow the two manage to keep their balance as they duke it out on the relatively narrow platform, but Swytch takes back the advantage by backing up a few steps and firing a HARD Side Shuffle Kick to Maclay’s midsection! The Beast doubles over and Swytch applies a chancery, heaving Maclay up before dropping him head first onto the barricade with a devastating…

JH: BRAINBUSTAAAAAGHHHHH!!!

“Holy Shit!” rings out throughout the crowd as both men drop back to ringside, Swytch landing on his feet while Maclay simply flops back to Earth. Swytch wastes little time as he picks up his opponent and drags him back toward the apron, rolling him back in under the middle rope.

TM: Shouldn’t there have been a count there?

JH: Shhh, I don’t think anyone noticed.

Swytch rolls in and moves over to Maclay as the Essex Beast rolls onto his stomach. He tries to push himself up to all fours but can’t seem to find the strength, until Swytch lends him a neighbourly hand. He pulls him up from behind and…Maclay fires an elbow back into Swytch’s face! He goes for another but the Dual Crown holder ducks it and lets Maclay spin 180 degrees as with the momentum of the swing, while Swytch scoots around behind him. He fires a STIFFUGH knee into Maclay’s spine, pulls him into a reverse chancery and drops him with the…

JH: MIND FUCKAAAAAGHHHHH!!!

He hooks the leg!

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Two!!

Three!!!
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JH: The champ evens it up!

TM: Nuts.

MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the second fall, SWYYYYYYYTCH!!!

And the fans aren’t too impressed with that one. Swytch looks around as he takes to his feet, looking a little pissed at the response he’s getting.

JH: Well it’s all to play for now. One more fall will seal it.

Tony Clarke again ushers Swytch back to his own corner as he gives Maclay a moment to re-gather himself for the final round.

TM: Come on Maclay, pull it together, for Kennedy.

JH: Could go either way here. Maclay seems to be suffering from being out of the ring for so long, but all he needs is a quick Spin Cycle and three seconds later he could be standing victorious.

Maclay slowly pulls himself off the canvas and up to a knee as Tony Clarke directs him back into his corner, but Swytch has other ideas as he charges are Maclay and steps off his knee, cracking his ankle into the Beast’s temple as he wraps up his arm!

JH: WELCOME TO THE STRAAAANGAAAHHH!!!

TM: Hey! You’re supposed to wait!

Swytch locks in the Triangle choke despite Tony Clarke’s calls for him to back off. The DC Champ pays him no heed as he yanks back on that arm and tightens his grip around Maclay’s head.

TM: If he taps out now does it even count?

JH: I’m not entirely sure. There’s supposed to be a break between the rounds, so technically if he doesn’t let go it could be a DQ for the champ.

Swytch shows no signs of letting up, despite Clarke echoing Hitchen’s words for him to hear. Maclay tries to pull himself free but the hold is synched in way too tight. With no escape he tries to reach for the ropes, but he’s dead central in the ring with no where to go. In an attempt to regain some order, Clarke begins a five count, threatening the champ with disqualification.

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Fi -- He lets go!
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JH: At the last possible moment. But what damage has that done? A Mind Fuck followed so soon after by a Triangle Choke.

Swytch rolls off his opponent and takes to his feet. Clarke steps in front of him forming a human barrier between the two men in an attempt to give Maclay some time to recover from the illegal manoeuvre. Swytch simply sneers down at the wounded beast as he tries to scramble to the ropes, holding his arm in pain.

JH: If this is what Kennedy has done to Swytch, forced him to take such actions, maybe we shouldn’t get her back at all.

TM: Are you nuts? You see what he’s capable of and you want to leave her in his clutches?

Swytch wanders back into his corner as Maclay pulls himself up by the ropes, glaring over at the painted man opposite him. Tony checks on him, but Maclay shoves him aside and makes a bee-line for the champ!

JH: I don’t think this is wise, take the time to rest, Chris.

TM: He’s a wounded beast, Swytch should have put an end to him when he had the chance.

Swytch grins as his baited opponent storms over to him. He balls his fist and fires it into -- NO! Maclay blocks it and comes back with a HUGE right hand of his own! Swytch is staggered, and Maclay doesn’t relent. He fires another, and another, backing Swytch into the corner with every thundering hit…until Swytch raises his knee into Maclay’s gut and stops his progresses dead! He follows it up with an uppercutting forearm that staggers Maclay back toward the centre of the ring. Swytch charges out…but Maclay catches him and tosses him over his head!

JH: EXPLODAAAAAASSSAHHHHHHHHH!!!

The crowd mark out like little bitches for Maclay’s signature suplex, but the move takes a lot out of the already aching legend and both men are resided to the canvas.

JH: Huge move for Maclay, but he’s already been worn down by Swytch and it takes a lot of effort to get 230lbs over your head.

TM: Look! He’s crawling over there! Come on man!

Slowly but surely Maclay drags his carcass over to his opponent, the crowd willing him on as he goes. He gets close enough to throw an arm over his chest and Clarke drops to count, the fans counting along with him…

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Swytch throws his shoulder up!

TM: Dammit!

The champ rolls out from under his opponent’s arm and pulls himself up to a knee, taking a moment to catch his bearings as he glances round at Maclay, who himself is slowly pulling himself to his feet, sweat dripping off his brow. As he looks up and sees Swytch taking to his feet, his eyes gain an angry focus and he lunges forth, grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him off into the ropes! He rebounds and Maclay floors him with a Lario -- NO! Swytch ducks and spins round! Maclay turns, right into a boot to his gut! He’s doubled over, Swytch shoves his head between his legs and hooks up his arms for the..

JH: THE MISERY CHOOOO -- NO!!

Maclay breaks his arms free and Swytch is shocked to find himself being hoisted up!

TM: Here it comes! He’s going for it!

JH: THE WIGUMOTO DRIVAAA -- NO!!!!

Swytch kicks his legs and shifts enough weight to see him back to the canvas! He quickly re-hooks Maclay’s arms, lifts him up and spins him back into the canvas with the…

JH: MISERY CHOOOOOOORDAAAAHHH!!

He pins! Clarke counts!

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Three!!!
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TM: Dammit!

MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, SWYYYYYYYYYTCHH!!!

“Outsider” hits the speakers and the crowd are not happy with the result. Swytch pulls himself up and looks down at his nemesis, a sick smile forming on his face.

JH: Well once again Swytch stands triumphant. Is there anyone who can stop this man?

TM: Kailey couldn’t get it done, the giant that is Carl Lucas couldn’t do it. They teamed up and still couldn’t do it. And now, a genuine TNT legend lays at his feet defeated.

Swytch moves toward the ropes and reaches out to take his belts, but pauses. He turns back to Maclay as he lays staring at the white, and that demented smile grows ever wider. Swytch moves back and reaches down, plucking Maclay from the canvas.

JH: Oh no, what now? You won already, let it be.

He drags Maclay to his feet, turns him round and pulls him back into a reverse chancery.

TM: Oh come on!

Tony Clarke tries to intervene but finds himself pie faced away with Swytch’s free hand. He glances around at the booing fans… and drops Maclay with one final MIND FUCK!!!

JH: That was simply uncalled for.

Swytch gets back to his feet, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he grabs his title belts and steps out onto the walkway, his work well and truly done.

JH: Madison Lee had a great idea. Bring back the one man that nearly killed Swytch's career but... unfortunately for her, unfortunately for Kennedy, and unfortunately for Chris Maclay, Swytch wins again.

TM: Unfortunately for me! How could the Essex Beast fail?! How could he not bring Kennedy back to me?!

JH: Ladies and gentleman, that's all the time we have tonight. Join us next week as the road to Anarchy In The UK continues.

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