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| Slam! On Monday; 20th March 2006 | |
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| Craig | Mar 20 2006, 05:30 PM Post #1 |
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WT: Hello & welcome ladies & gentlemen. I'm Warren Tinsley with Luke Bolt. And up next is Turbulence, squaring off with a mystery opponent. Who do you think it could be? LB: Oh, its all silly hype anyway. It's probably just one of the Slam roster looking to get a cheap pop out of the crowd. CC: Ladies & Gentlemen... This match is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a 15 minute time limit! Well, if the crowd arrived yet they'd cheer. But Slam hasn't started yet. CC: Introducing first, from Fort Lauterdale, Florida! Standing Six feet, Five inches tall. Weighing in tonight at 285 pounds... TURRRRRBULENCE! Zzzzzzzzzzzz... Uh, what? Oh yeah, the muscular guy. Yay. CC: And the opponent. . . The lightscut out & a mysterious fog begins to escape from the entryway as the sounds of a heavy wind (as played on a guitar) seep into our ears. LB: Um... Warren? What's going on? WT: No idea. There must be a power failure of some kind. We may hav-- A drumbeat kicks in & the lights begin to flicker to a strobelight effect - black & green, black & green - and then , crushing our ear drums blares over the PA the thundering guitar chords of Metallica's 'All Within My Hands.' Lumbering his way from the back is the Talladegan Juggernaut, Some Kind of Monster!!!!! WT: Oh my God! You can't be serious?! LB: The rumours were true! The Monster's coming to Slam! He steps onto the stage & raises his fists to the air, receiving quite the chorus of cheers from the Slam! faithful. Monster lowers his fists as he makes his way down the entryway. Monster remains cold, emotionless as he walks down the isle. Once reaching the ring, NGIW's Freak Of Nature ascends the ringsteps & climbs over the ropes. He walks to the center of the ring & raises his fists to the air once again, a pose he holds for a few seconds until the lights come back on & the music fades out. Monster then removes his robe & tosses it aside and focuses squarely on Turbulence. CC: From TALLADEGA, ALABAMA! Standing Seven feet, Four inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Four Hundred & Fifteen pounds... SOME! KIND! OF! MONNNNNSSSSSTERRRRR! Charles Cruz ducks out of the ring as Kevin Pillson point to the timekeeper for the ol'... [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] But not intimidated in the least, Turbulence blitzes Monster only to be Chokeslammed to the mat! But Monster keeps his grip around Turbulence's throat & yanks him back to his feet ONLY TO GET CHOKESLAMMED AGAIN! WT: Oh my God! The power of this man is incredible! LB: This guy ain't a man, Warren. He's a... well... a Monster! Monster yanks Turbulence back to his feet & tucks him under his massive arm with an Inverted Facelock. Monster rotates AND CONNECTS WITH A TESTDRIVE! WT: MONSTER'S BALL! He makes the cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE![/align] 'All Within My Hands' explodes back over the PA as Monster rises off of Turbulence & gets his hand raised in the air. CC: Your winner... SOME! KIND! OF! MONSTER! Monster takes one last look at Turbulence, then makes his exit from the ring & ascends back up the entryway. WT: I've seen my fair share of squashes in my day, but that was maddening! The match didn't even lastr a full minute! LB: Well, that's what happens when you get in the ring with the Monster. |
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| Craig | Mar 20 2006, 05:31 PM Post #2 |
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[align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/align] The FIW World Title is hanging in the balance and Impact turns around to find Manson getting up. Impact sprints at him and Manson is ready, he lifts Impact up...MUSCLE BUSTER! PAIN! MANSON REACHES OVER INTO THE COVER AND JOE JOHNSON HAS RECOVERED ENOUGH TO MAKE THE COUNT! [align=center]1! 2! 3! MANSON HAS DONE IT![/align] CC: Here is your winner and NEW FIW WORLD CHAMPION...JACK MANSON! KR: JACK MANSON IS THE WORLD CHAMPION! CM: I can't believe this! [align=center]Well here's another one (WHAT!) In the gutter one (WHAT!) Ghetto runnin em Troblesome extra double double I come to beat em The beat em and mistreat em So what if that I'm cheating. Every one wanna sound grimey. Imma show you how come on (ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!)[/align] But Keith looks hell bent on doing it! He grins to the crowd......BEFORE THRUSTING T-BIRD'S HEAD IN BETWEEN HIS LEGS! HE SCOOPS HER UP...........KEITH WILLIAMS SCOOPS T-BIRD UP AND LEAPS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A SICK PACKAGE PILEDRIVER FROM THE TOP ROPE! THE FANS ERUPT IN A MASSIVE "HOLY SHIT" CHANT, AND WILLIAMS ROLLS INTO A COVER! [align=center]Yeaah, ohh yeaah! YEAH! That's how we gotta be so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that Think about playin russian roulette with an atuomatic rifle My ass against the line blast bullets first On Line[/align] IMPACT IS CLOSE TO FALLING OFF, HE REGAINS HIS BALANCE BY GRABBING THE LADDER IN FRONT OF HIS CHEST! IMPACT STANDS UP STRAIGHT AND SWINGS BUT MANSON DODGES IT AND HE CLASPS A HAND AROUND IMPACT'S THROAT! MANSON SHOVES HIM OFF BACKWARDS OFF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE PYRAMID OF TABLES BEHIND HIM! MANSON RETAINS THE TITLE! [align=center]Toughest step and a rep and a run packin a weapon its wild Peace to the brothers on Rycher's Isle Pumping up a trebble and didn't like he's criminally in buck my eye, Oh my god I'm so high Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what does it take to make you get Making million children SLAM! Slam![/align] Oldriod comes to the outside, he grabs his World Championship belt and the ring bell. Orion brings both items back into the ring, he drops the title belt near a corner and then places the ring bell carefully. He grabs Ragin's legs and sets him up for a reverse figure four, Orion then pulls the Master of the Rage up into a crouching position...999 CHRISTIAN DDT!!!! RAGIN'S FACE CANNONS INTO THE RING BELL!!!! [align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/align] Kashmir is driven down onto the glass ceiling. As he does, the glass cracks with the weight and strength. The crowd pop for this, as Maj slowly gets up, he gets up and looks down at Kashmir. He grins, as he suddenly spits onto Kashmir. The crowd cheer for this, as Maj turns to reach for the remote control that hangs above his head. He lifts up his arm, but suddenly stops, as Kashmir is trying to get hismelf up using the back of Maj's pants as leverage. Maj turns around, and Kashmir gets on one knee, letting go. Maj suddenly grabs the head of Kashmir and lifts him to his feet. Then suddenly, Maj throws Kashmir right to the open hatch. Kashmir cannot stop, and runs straight into it. He falls through, but grabs onto the edge of the opening with one hand. The crowd gasp in shock, as Kashmir hangs 20ft above the ring, holding on with one hand. Maj walks over, seeing he's in control. He has the remote with the button on it in his hand. He looks down at Kashmir, and then back at the button. He repeats this a few times, as if deciding. The crowd cheer for Maj. Kashmir, knowing he's in trouble, shouts at Maj. Kashmir: PLEASE MAJ! NO! Maj looks down at Kashmir, and shakes his head. He shouts something back to Kashmir. Maj: SATYEMEVA JAYATE! Maj suddenly stomps on the hand of Kashmir. Kashmir lets go, and falls through the hole. He body falls and crashes down into the ring below. His body spasms as he does. The crowd go crazy with cheers, as Maj suddenly shuts the hatch and presses the button. The bell rings to signal the end of the match. [align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/align] Lemeiux rolls away from the pin dazed, as Nightmare, visibly winded, pulls him up and pushes him into the corner, landing a headbutt to the chest. He follows this up by whipping Lemeiux to the far corner, Lemeiux jumps up on the top rope instead of hitting it and goes to fly back with a cross body block, but Nightmare moves making Lemeiux hit nothing but canvas and spring up to his feet clutching his stomach in severe pain, allowing Nightmare to grab Lemeiux and hurl him over with a belly to belly suplex, landing Lemeiux right on the back of his head! [align=center]I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (Ooohh) Slickly swift blast of the ghastly stashin fashion Then I provide I provide the you was cheat. Beside the getto Vibe Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE I come across with no fear For sure![/align] Impact drags the steel steps on top of Manson, making sure the cast is under the steps. He walks around the ringside area and grabs the steel chair he used earlier on Sean Madrox. Matt brings the chair back over to Manson and HE SLAMS THE CHAIR DOWN ON THE STEEL STEPS, WHICH ARE ON TOP OF MANSON! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! [align=center]Un-adult un-rated un-conformed Digusted, busted you wanna touch it. To hot! You forgot, you're not ready You're head could get ruptered. Hit between the eye I planned the plan alive I'm the plonic sonic UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS[/align] Logan moves to interrupt the assault, but just as he goes to grab ahold of Orion’s arm, the ECC stops and ducks forward, nicking Carl’s arm and grabbing his leg, WRENCHING THE MAN-GIANT OVERHEAD IN THE SLOPPIEST DAMN ANGLE SLAM YOU’VE EVER SEEN!!! [align=center]The villian (JUU), crooks (UUU),hot midas in confide us. See the big black picture if you look inside of My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic So kill the copy cat because it's al mastered Directin' it When y`all least expected it And thought it was safe ONYX hit you in the face so[/align] Richard Markone is sat at his desk, he looks up to see the camera approaching and the Slam! Commissioner welcomes his audience. He spins his laptop around and we zoom in on the Slam logo! [align=center] [/align]'Slam!' by Onyx continues to blare into the arena as the crowd get pumped up! At the announce desk Kurt Royle, Chip Martin and Dean Venchenzo are all ready to call the action! KR: Hello one and all, tonight we are in Hutch’s home town of Newcastle, England! CM: Why do all these people look like barcodes? They’ll really mess up the tills at the local supermarket! Tonight, I'm gonna have myself, a real good time, I feel ali-ii-ii-iive, And the wooooorld is turning inside ou-out, Yeah! I'm floating around, in ecstasy.......... So...… At this point, golden sparks begin to fall from the rafters with a soft "Shhh", the initial stream timed perfectly with the next line. Don't..... stop me now.... Don't stop me now..... Cause I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time! KR: Well, it looks like we know who are GM for the week is!! CM: I can’t believe they gave a spot to him! What was Dr. Shultz thinking?! Pyro cracks along the stage, starting at the left and the right, and meeting in the middle. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! As the smoke clears, Hutch can be seen in the smoke, jogging out onto the stage. He grins, and spins in a circle, holding his arms aloft. He’s dressed in a sharp business suit with the jacket open and no tie, and carrying a cipboard. I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping meeeeeeeeee! Hutch struts down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way. He pauses, grinning and pointing out to a "Hutch" sign in the audience, thumping his chest, before spinning around again in a circle. He reaches the ring and pauses, one foot on the apron, one arm holding the middle rope. He leans backward, and looks around again at the crowd, before letting out a "Woo!" and hauling himself up onto the apron. CM: Can I make a prediction? He’s booked himself in the main event, in a match where the stipulations feature many naked women, him and a large tub of strawberry yoghurt. DV: Um……. What? I'm burning through the skies Yeah! Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm trav'ling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man of you Now in the ring, he hops up onto the second turnbuckle, and poses for the crowd, his arms outstretched, and his head tilted back. He grins, and the music fades out on the line: If you wanna have a good time just give me a call!, and Hutch thumps his chest once more, before waving his arms to quiet the crowd down. They give him a cheer, and he grins. Hutch: Welcome to………. MONDAY NIGHT HUTCH!!! CM: For the love of God tell me that isn’t official. The crowd cheer, and Hutch closes his eyes, lapping it up. Hutch: I’ve got to tell you, when I heard that I was to be the GM this week, so many thoughts ran through my head. Hutch vs. Jack Manson for the World Title. The crowd cheer, and Hutch just shakes his head. Hutch: Matt Impact vs. Everyone on the roster. The crowd cheer, and a small chant of “Do it! Do it!” breaks out, making FIW’s first ever Grand Slam champion laugh. Hutch: T-Bird vs. Rylee Starr in a Butt-Naked Match! KR: I think that would get us cancelled! CM: Who cares, it’d be worth it!! Hutch: But, in the end, I thought no. That would be good, but….. It’d be no classic. And that’s what this show is about, classic wrestling action! KR: Damn straight! CM: Book the naked match! Hutch: and that’s why I’ve booked…… here tonight….. A Slam International Championship match! Here, tonight…… Hutch shrugs. Hutch: To steal a phrase, in this very ring…… We will see Xtreme Kitten put his title on the line against a man coming off a huge victory last week over one half of the tag team champions……… ‘Big Baby Sweets’ Brad Guinup! KR: Wow! What an opportunity for that young man! Xtreme Kitten will have his work cut out for him in this match. CM: I was promised boobs. Boobs! Hutch nods at the crowds reaction to Title match announcement. He flips a few pages over on his clipboard, and then opens his eyes wide, in mock surprise. Hutch: Wow! Oh, you guys have got it good tonight! How would you guys like to see……… another Title match! KR: Another one? Hutch: Tonight, in the Lethal Lottery Tournament, we will see the Tag Team Champions Orion Oldriod and Joseph Lemuiex…….. The crowd boos, and Hutch sticks his tongue out, too showing his disapproval. Hutch: Versus the team I like to call Beauty and the Beast…… Rylee Starr and Prime!! The crowd explode at the announcement of that one, and Hutch falls against the ropes, letting out a “Whoo!” as he does so. He hushes the crowd, his face now beaming. Hutch: You like that? You aint seen nothing yet!!! Tonight, in this very ri………. The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a red spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to boo for the two time former champ, self proclaimed King of Slam!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact with his King of Slam! robe, crown, and scepter as the crowd go up in even more boos. Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me! Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd. Matt just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he points to the ropes of the ring and forces ring announcer Charles Cruz to get up on the apron and open the ropes between the top and middle into the ring, and as he does so, Matt walks up the steel steps to get into the ring and with ease goes over the middle rope into the ring. The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! []Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his scepter into his chest as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle. He does the exact same thing on the other two turnbuckles, before hoping to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way flicks his robe off of his body as it falls to the ring, and Impact comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the turnbuckles shoot up red and gold sparks, and once the pyros commence, the lights turn on as Matt grabs his dropped robe and hands it to a ring official along with his crown and scepter. Hutch yawns, and glances at his watch, as Matt Impact grabs a mic. [/I] Hutch: Well, if it isn’t monkey boy himself, you know Matt, I don’t have all day out h……….. Impact slaps Hutch’s mic out of his hands, and Hutch’s expression turns serious. Impact looks pissed off, but with an air of triumph about him. Impact: Congratulations Hutch, you have all these freaking assholes in the palm of your hand with your childish five year old jokes. Let me give you a round of applause. Impact begins clapping his hands as the fans respond with a round of boos. Impact: So what are you going to do to me tonight Hutch, I mean come on, I’ve screwed you over twice now, and even counted Jack Manson as the winner last week, you and me finally going to go one-on-one, you going to just tie me up, and beat the living shit out of me? KR: I’d like that. DV: Me too. CM: Hey now, stop that! Impact: Do anything you want, I’d expect the worst out of you, and I don’t mind it, I probably deserve it, but anything you want, I’ll just have to take it for what it is worth, and just rise above it, because no one can handle the… Impact is cut short, as Hutch slaps the mic out of Impact’s hands, and catches it in midair. He lets out another “Whoo!” as Matt stares a hole right through him. Hutch: So, you’re even now, huh? I interrupted you, you interrupted me. It’s not exactly original, but you’ve made your point. I can put you in any match, huh? I bet uou want some sort of reward for coming out here though? Hutch shrugs. Hutch: Fine. KR: What? Impact looks confused, as Hutch grins at him, exuding an air of confidence. Hutch: Fine. Because, tonight, Matt Impact, The King of Slam!, star of Peter Jackson’s last movie, will get an opportunity. Impact: Huh, what opportunity, I said you can book me in any match, get revenge, come on! KR: What’s Hutch doing here? Hutch: Tonight, the Main Event will be Matt Impact……… Versus the World Heavyweight Champion, Jack Manson! Impact’s confused look changes up, as he cracks his knuckles, a smile on his face, as the crowd cheer at the mention of the World Heavyweight Champ. Hutch: With a special guest enforcer, a person appointed to make sure things run smoothly, a person who will uphold the law, a person who will take no shit from anyone. CM: Batman? KR: I’ll take a guess and say it’s not Batman. Hutch: Someone who is brave, strong, morally sound, and of course, pretty god-damn good looking. Hutch flashes his “Tom Cruise” style grin at the crowd, as Matt Impact shakes his head and yells something. Impact: No… no! Hutch: That person is…….. ME!! And I’m not done there Matthew, not by a long shot because I have been authorised by a good friend of mine the CEO to announce for Anarchy in the UK, the Main Event match for the FIW World Championship! Hutch has certainly got Impact’s attention now… Hutch: It will be a Triple Threat Match between Jack Manson…Matt Impact…and ME! So whoever wins tonight Matt, it’s all insignificant because at Anarchy in the UK I’ll take the title anyway! The crowd pop, as Hutch poses on the turnbuckle, Matt Impact glaring a hole right through the acting GM. Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” hits and Hutch hops out of the ring, not taking his eyes off of Matt Impact the whole time, as the Number 1 Contender wonders what the hell Hutch has planned. [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] KR: We're seeing the Tag Titles on the line now. DV: And after last week, I don't know what we're going to see here. CM: Neither do I! KR: Remember last week we saw Brodeur, Lemieux and Oldriod not getting along at all. CC: The first contest of the night is a Lethal Lottery Tag Team Match for the Tag Team Championships! The arena lights begin to faint into darkness as the bass in the speakers begin to rumble and it jumps into What You Waiting For? as a sexy body walks out onto the stage and raises her hands into the air and strobe lights filter the stage as the crowd begins to cheer. [align=center]What you waiting What you waiting What you waiting What you waiting What you waiting for!?[/align] Rylee slowly walks towards the ramp and she begins to walk down the ramp shaking her hips and her hands in the air in the form of an ‘X’. She makes it to the ring and slides into the ring on her knees as she gets up shaking her head to the beat of the music. Rylee climbs the turnbuckle as she raises her hands again as the song dies down and she awaits her opponent. CC: Introducing first, weighing 137 pounds...RYLEE STARR! O Fortuna blasts over the PA, presenting a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. He poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… The grinding hard rock of Princes of the Universe starts to bellow over the PA as the arena lights give way to a spectacular pyro burst and celestial light show. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung. A soon as he stands before the capacity crowd, he reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect pops all around him and consumes his body in smoke. Prime then burst from the smoke all pumped up and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the while time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his “Prime pose” once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. CC: And her partner, he is the Evolution of Excellence...PRIME! Sirens begin to wail in the arena and words begin to appear on the Slam!Tron… [align=center]RESPECT THE LAW AND ORDER ![]() YOU’LL SERVE HARD TIMES[/align] “Hard Times” sounds throughout the arena and the S.W.A.T. entrance video begins to play. The S.W.A.T. squad members emerge through the curtain and form a guard of honour as Matthew Brodeur, Orion Oldriod, Joseph Lemieux and Samantha Parker walk onto the stage. They lead the entire entourage down the entrance ramp to the ring with Markone at the head. It seems as if there is an entire army as they reach ringside and two S.W.A.T. members jumps onto the apron. They sit on the ropes, holding them open as the two wrestlers walk up the ramp and enter the ring. The seconds and Commissioner Markone take up a position in front of the announce table as the S.W.A.T. squad surround three sides of the ring. The music dies out as Orion and Joseph remove their entrance attire and hand them down to ringside. CC: The opponents, they are the FIW Tag Team Champions, Joseph Lemieux and Orion Oldriod...S.W.A.T.! Lemieux, Brodeur and Orion go deep into conference in their corner before Brodeur drops down to the ringside floor with Sam Parker. Lemieux and Oldriod do rock-paper-scissors to determine who kicks this one off and it's Lemieux. On the other side of the ring Jesse Jaymes is at ringside as Prime gets ready to start the match off and referee Mark Jackson calls for the opening bell. KR: Everything Prime and Rylee Starr have done over the past four weeks has led them to this night. DV: All that hard work and all those wins, they've got them a tag team title shot right here. Lemieux is cocky, he bounces from foot to foot as Prime prepares to do battle. Lemieux pulls against the top rope, he then signals that he's ready to go. They lock up in the centre of the ring, Lemieux goes up on his toes trying to get some leverage but Prime easily throws him down to the mat. Prime then flexes his arm muscles, drawing a concerned look from Matthew Brodeur at ringside. Rylee walks down the apron to trash talk Lemieux, a large grin on her face. CM: Doesn't she know he can't talk English? KR: He's getting the message all right, that the 310 pounder on the other side of the ring just threw him down on his ass! Lemieux takes a moment to compose himself, he takes him advice from Oldriod on the apron before grappling for a second time with Prime. This time Lemieux seems like he's got a better shot at doing something but again Prime rears back and sends him crashing down to the canvas. Lemieux complains to referee Mark Jackson about a hair pull but Jackson simply shakes his head in response to the Canadian superstar. CM: Joseph Lemieux just might be, might be the best Cruiserweight in the world today. KR: Man, that covers a hell of a lot of ground. DV: That covers just about every active Cruiserweight name in the industry today, and some that aren't active...and a few who claim to be active but aren't. For a third time Lemieux goes to lock up with Prime but this time he goes downstairs with a kick to the gut before they actually reach each other. Lemieux applies a standing side headlock but Prime takes him straight back to the ropes. He shoots Joseph Lemieux forward and Lemieux bounces back off the ropes looking for a shoulder block but it's Lemieux himself who goes down! Prime stands over Joseph, looking down at one half of the Tag Team Champions and Prime performs his authority roar! Lemieux quickly gets to his feet, looks to put some distance between himself and Prime but walks into a right hand from Rylee Starr on the apron! Lemieux is knocked down and crawls over to his corner. Orion looks to console Lemieux but gets a tag for his troubles. DV: Didn't look to me like Orion wanted that tag. KR: I think it was more a case of Lemieux wanting out. Orion slowly comes into the ring, he goes into a tie up with Prime with perhaps a better shot at matching power than Lemieux had and the wily Oldriod applies a headlock similar to the one Lemieux had on. The result is the same as Prime takes him back to the ropes and shoots him forward into the opposite set. Again Prime knocks an opponent down with a standing shoulder block followed by a roar and Orion slides backwards away from the Evolution of Excellence on his ass. Orion uses the ropes to pull himself up, keeping his eyes locked on Prime as he does. They go to lock up again but Orion quickly goes back to what he knows, the wrestling. He snatches Prime's arm and wrenches it over his head. Orion then punches at Prime's shoulder as he holds the arm before making the tag to Lemieux. CM: Good strategy, get in control and tag in your partner. KR: These men have been Tag Team Champions since Déjà Vu, although they haven't had any challengers until tonight. CM: And now they have two in two weeks, how unfair is that?! Lemieux jumps up onto the top rope in one leap as Orion is still holding him and comes down with a double axe handle to the outstretched shoulder. Oldriod exits the ring as Joseph takes over, he grabs the arm but Prime snatches it back and irish whips him into the ropes. Lemieux ducks underneath a clothesline attempt and then he holds onto the opposite ropes. Lemieux waves his finger at Prime before dropping to the mat and rolling to the outside. Lemieux starts trash talking in French to a couple of fans in the front row BEFORE RYLEE COMES OFF THE APRON WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE WIPING OUT LEMIEUX! KR: WHOA! DV: She came from out of nowhere! KR: A big hit and run from Starr! Rylee picks Joseph up, dragging him to his feet and then she rolls him back in the ring where Prime is waiting. Lemieux is now on his knees mouthing off at Rylee through the ropes and he finally gets up to his feet to turn around...INTO A CLOTHESLINE FROM PRIME TAKING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! KR: A second drive by! DV: He turned his back and Prime took advantage! CM: It was a double whammy! As he landed at ringside, his face smacked off that guard rail! Lemieux down on the outside and possibly knocked out. Rylee is still down there off the apron and she comes to get him but the referee is right there to put a stop to that. Lemieux gets on all fours and starts crawling around the ringside area. He heads up the ramp still on all fours before Orion drops off the apron to stop him. Oldriod grabs the top of Lemieux's shorts and Lemieux still tries to crawl away! The female fans in attendance all pop as part of Lemieux's ass is visible before Oldriod pulls him back up. Brodeur and Sam Parker join the conversation as a groggy Lemieux doesn't know where he is! CM: This is bad! KR: Prime and Rylee Starr so far are in deep control of this one. Orion and Matthew Brodeur are trying to talk to Lemieux but he collapses down onto the ramp! They take an arm each to pull him back up and the referee is busy with Prime as Lemieux is helped back to the ring. Lemieux slides back in with a fist cocked ready to fight but then suddenly turns back around to tag in his partner, 'The Oracle'. Orion accepts the tag and steps through the ropes. Orion launches himself at Prime but Prime catches him with a kick to the gut. He then clubs across Orion's back with hard forearms four times before throwing (literally) Oldriod into the Starr/Prime corner. Prime tags in Rylee, who jumps in over the top rope. Prime whips him into the ropes and then lays down, Orion comes back off the ropes to step over Prime and then catch a dropkick to the face! DV: Another knockdown by the team of Prime and Rylee Starr. KR: Orion and Lemieux have hardly even got their engines started! Rylee takes her time, she lets Orion get up to a knee before opening him up and lacing him with a vicious CHOP! Orion holds his chest and winces in pain but Rylee isn't finished as she nails him with a second CHOP! Rylee lands a hard punch to the jaw as Orion is pressed back against the ropes. Rylee continues hammering the former World Champion with chops followed by punches followed by chops followed by punches. Rylee pulls Orion away from the ropes and lifts his left arm up to send a body shot into his side. Starr goes back to a standing headlock, which allows Orion the opportunity to take her back into the ropes. Oldriod uses his 100 pound + weight advantage to send her into the ropes and then leapfrogs over her. As Rylee runs into the ropes near Lemieux, he kicks her in the back! Rylee staggers forward into a running high knee to the shoulder! KR: Cheap shot by Lemieux! DV: Followed up by the opportunistic Oldriod and that high knee. Orion quickly takes over, pulling Rylee Starr up and whipping her into the S.W.A.T. corner. He grabs the top rope with both hands as Orion unloads with kicks to the stomach of the female competitor. Lemieux has both his arms raised in the air to show he isn't interfering. Referee Mark Jackson steps in to admonish Orion Oldriod for his attack in the corner, Orion positions the referee so he can't see Brodeur holding Rylee's foot for Lemieux to choke him with the tag rope! Prime then comes into the ring to protest about the illegal tactics being employed by S.W.A.T. but that only further distracts the referee. Orion adds into the corner double team to make it a triple as he goes back to slamming his heavy boots in. KR: Come on ref! There's a mugging going on behind you! DV: It's Brodeur, Lemieux and Oldriod all taking their shots at will on a helpless Rylee Starr! CM: It's the old mis-direction play! Let your opponents draw the referee to them while you can do whatever you like to the legal partner. They all stop as the referee turns around, a signal made by Sam Parker. Orion and Lemieux then over-elaborate with a loud tag. Orion picks Rylee up for an atomic drop and Rylee staggers into a running ENZIGURI from Lemieux! Instead of making the cover, Lemieux taunts Prime and even spits at him! Prime comes storming into the ring but referee Jackson restrains him! KR: That arrogant SOB! CM: One more time, it worked once and it works again. Lemieux takes advantage of the situation, again Rylee Starr is taken into the S.W.A.T. corner and this time Orion pounds on her upper back/neck! Rylee is beaten down to the mat as Lemieux now again taunts Prime by slapping him in the face! Prime places a leg through the ropes and the referee is immediately on him! Orion pulls Rylee up and holds her as Lemieux takes a free shot to the jaw. As the referee turns around Orion pushes her away from him and Lemieux knocks her down with a clothesline. Lemieux then tags in Orion, Orion goes behind Rylee into a waistlock and Lemieux nails her with a dropkick into a German Suplex! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: First pinfall attempt of the match and it goes to S.W.A.T.! DV: We may not like them but you've got to give them credit for being great athletes and intelligent wrestlers. Rylee sits up after the cover and reaches out to her corner but she's too far away. Orion stomps down on her back before making the tag to Lemieux. Joseph Lemieux comes in to apply a front facelock, as basic as they come and it's effective to stop her gaining ground on her partner Prime. Rylee suddenly powers upwards and breaks the facelock, launching Lemieux up into the air and then he comes crashing down. Rylee is down though too and can't capitalise on the situation. It takes a few seconds before she starts to get up, which gives Lemieux enough time to shake away the cobwebs. Lemieux whips her into the turnbuckle and then follows closely in but Rylee's chest slams into the turnbuckle, they knock heads! DV: Big collision! CM: A clash of heads! On the outside of the ring Sam Parker is complaining at the referee and Jesse Jaymes walks around the ring to SLAP HER IN THE FACE! Immediately Brodeur steps in to protect Parker and Prime makes sure Jaymes reaches their side of the ring safely. Both are down but moving, Rylee edges towards her corner but Lemieux finds himself next to her ankle and grabs it to stop her tagging in Prime. Rylee uses her other foot to kick Lemieux off and Joseph has to go for his own corner as Rylee desperately gets closer to Prime...TAG! BOTH TEAMS TAG! KR: That's just what Prime and Rylee needed! Orion comes in but Prime is on fire as he first clotheslines down Lemieux and then Oldriod with hard clotheslines. Another clothesline for Lemieux is followed up with one from the left side on Oldriod! Prime grabs Lemieux, whips him against the ropes and he comes off at speed...OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! KR: Raw power! Prime then goes at Orion, Oldriod catches him with an uppercut but it doesn't phase the Evolution of Excellence! He picks up Orion and holds him over his head! He presses him above his head a few times before dropping Orion down to the canvas! Prime flexes his arm before dropping an elbow down on Oldriod's chest! Lemieux is getting back up and Prime tosses him out over the top rope! Matthew Brodeur comes in but Prime blocks an attack as the referee is checking on Orion, Prime spins Brodeur around and locks in his Full Nelson! DV: Full Nelson on Matthew Brodeur! I don't even know what he's doing at ringside anyway! CM: He's a friend of Joseph Lemieux's! Brodeur is in a lot of pain as Prime wrenches it in, Orion shoves the referee aside to nail Prime with a LOW BLOW! The referee didn't see it! Brodeur turns around and shoves Orion! He wanted Orion to save him sooner! Orion shoves Brodeur through the ropes! Lemieux is back up after the belly-to-belly and he tries to cool things down but S.W.A.T. are imploding at the seems here! CM: Guys! Cool it! KR: You had to expect it after everything that happened last week, that those egos are going to clash! Lemieux and Orion seem to get on the same page, Lemieux exits to the apron at Sam Parker request and the two legal men are left in the ring. Prime is back up and he nais Orion from behind! Oldriod is sent sprawling into a corner and Prime follows up with a flurry! Right hands teeing off on 'The Oracle'! Orion catches Prime with a thumb to the eye and staggers along the ropes to tag in Lemieux with a hard tag. Lemieux seems a little annoyed with Oldriod as he enters the ring and Lemieux is too busy glaring at his partner...LEMIEUX TURNS AROUND INTO A SPINEBUSTER FROM PRIME! KR: Lemieux and Oldriod are still having problems! That cost him right there! DV: Prime wasn't interested in the S.W.A.T. in-fighting and he spinebustered him almost through the mat! Prime drags Lemieux across the ring into the Prime/Rylee half. He then tags in the recovered Rylee Starr. Rylee comes in to find Lemieux slowly getting back up and she goes behind for a neckbreaker! Rylee then exits outside to the apron and tries to scale up the turnbuckle but Matthew Brodeur grabs her ankle! Rylee kicks him off but the delay has been enough time for Lemieux to get back up! He knocks her off the apron with a Roundhouse kick! Lemieux tags in Orion and both S.W.A.T. members are in the ring as Prime appears...DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Prime picks up Orion and whips him into a corner. He then picks up Lemieux and shoots him into Orion. Both S.W.A.T. men are stacked up in the corner as Prime runs in...AVALANCHE! CM: Orion! Joseph! KR: This isn't going too well for S.W.A.T. against Prime, who isn't even the legal man! The referee tries to get Prime out of the ring as Lemieux staggers out of the corner and Rylee slides back in! She stalks Lemieux in preparation for the Starr Struck but he's not the legal man! Orion comes from behind and rolls her up in a school boy! [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] CC: Here are your winners and STILL FIW Tag Team Champions...S.W.A.T.! KR: I don't believe it! CM: Rylee Starr was after the wrong man, she never saw the tag between Orion and Lemieux because she was on the outside! Sam Parker grabs the Tag Team Title belts from the time keeper's table and hands one to Lemieux, then Orion snatches his back. Oldriod is confronted by Brodeur but Orion leaves him and bails out of the ring. The rest of the S.W.A.T. follow slowly behind as Jesse Jaymes and Prime are in the ring, frustrated. CM: I think S.W.A.T. still have problems but they're still the champs! DV: And now Prime and Rylee's journey as tag team challengers has ended. Prime offers his hand, Rylee takes it and the Evolution of Excellence pulls her up to her feet. Prime confronts Rylee about what just happened, how she could go after the illegal man and Rylee is apologising. Prime and Rylee shake hands...BEFORE PRIME BLASTS RYLEE WITH HIS 'KISS THIS' LARIAT! CM: Kiss This! KR: Shut up Chip! What the hell was that?! He just clotheslined his partner out of her boots?! DV: Prime is pissed off she cost him the FIW Tag Team Titles obviously! Prime and Jesse Jaymes go to leave the ring but Prime stops among the jeers of the crowd! He turns around and peels Rylee off the mat. Prime grabs her throat with both hands...AUTHORITY BOMB! Prime has left Rylee Starr down and hurt, he then leaves the ring and starts walking to the back. The fans are not happy with Prime, they are booing him out of the building but the Evolution of Excellence is too pissed off to care! KR: I can't believe what we just saw! CM: Good on Prime is what I say! The scene opens up in a somewhat secluded room where all that is within our viewpoint is the self-confessed Deathmatch Bastard keeping a stern glance at the camera… Toan: … He just stares at us blankly… almost looking past each and everyone of us Toan: … Silence begins to fall around the arena as Toan’s lack of dialogue concerns them, maybe… Toan: It’s frustrating, isn’t it? You flick onto Slam expecting to see someone you like and instead you have to sit threw a state of static noise with me, right? Well, try and imagine those few seconds you had waiting for me to speak and try and picture it as minutes… hours… days… weeks… month… or even years. That is what I’ve had to do for the majority of my career when I’ve waiting in line for shots at titles, for reimbursement and so forth. But what I’m waiting for now is something a lot different than just waiting for a title shot or waiting in line for an opportunity for payback… much rather I’m waiting in line for a chance to rectify the interpretation that all that I, as a person, and I, as professional wrestler, stand for. Toan pauses for a few seconds… Toan: The one thing I’ve never tolerated is ignorance… especially in professional wrestling where more often than not ignorance is the main cause of the deciding factor in whether someone achieves victory or tastes bitter defeat. Case in point, one wrestler in this organisation who goes by the name of Xtreme Kitten. Toan scoffs arrogantly Toan: I can’t deny he was able to win that replica copy of the title I hold right now but the fact is he personifies exactly what I’ve learned to loathe about people not only in wrestling itself but on the world wide web as well. While I admit his abilities as a wrestler are above average but as far as his attitude towards people like me leaves a lot to be desired. Another pause by Toan Toan: No style in the entire history of professional wrestling has ever, ever killed or damaged the business… not mat-wrestling, not brawling, not hardcore wrestling, not lucha libre… nothing. Yet it’s in his warped and intellectually impeded mind he believes that the style that I have been more known for using than anything else despite it being fairly obvious in singles matches that I can out-wrestle near enough everyone in the Slam roster and probably all in FIW, means I am a… “talentless hack” But before I get onto what I think of him personally, let’s get some facts straight… Toan clears his throat and lifts up one finger Toan: Fact #1: Strength does not matter in professional wrestling… Whilst the majority of people would argue that actual physical strength would overcome any and every adversary that you come across in reality that isn’t the case. If Royce Gracie and Shawn Michaels and Chris Benoit as well as many other physically “small” guys compared to the six-foot-six and three hundred pound titans that dominated the American wrestling circuits for years were able to sneak and manoeuvre their way into beating some of the biggest bullies on the block you’ve got to wonder does strength really play a huge part in wrestling? So it must be skill that is the way to go… but in contrast… Fact #2: Skill does not matter in professional wrestling… If Hulk Hogan and Ultimate Warrior and Bob Sapp were able to overcome some of the best pure wrestling athletes and champions probably by some fluke perhaps and become such popular individuals in their respective time-frames and regions… even more so than the so-called “talented” wrestlers you’ve got to wonder does skill really play a huge part in wrestling? Toan cracks a small smirk Toan: The answer to both questions is no… neither strength nor skill mean anything in professional wrestling. The one and only thing that matters in professional wrestling is if you have and always will have what Xtreme Kitten never has and never will have… Guts. Once again… a pause… Toan: Another case in point… right now on the East Coast of the United States a war is going on between two opposing side each with contrasting philosophies to professional wrestling. On one side we have Combat Zone Wrestling… a company so violent it was banned in New Jersey and still has restrictions on it’s activities even when doing shows in the ECW Arena, Viking Hall. On the other we have Ring Of Honour… a company which centres on the smaller and more athletic wrestlers which has people from all around the globe competing in it. And when you have two companies which contrast each other in their respective styles and put them together… you get a very messy and hateful confrontation where we find out just who really does have the guts. Toan scoffs again… this time with more pity than arrogance Toan: I’ve seen this countless times before in the past… a really good wrestler finds out that they cannot really beat someone with more guts than they have brains or ability. Last year on June 11th we had the first ever match between Necro Butcher and Samoa Joe… the result was Joe beat Necro around like a rag doll… even went so far as dropping him face-first on the concrete with a Powerslam. But Necro got up… Joe suplexes him on his head again, this time off the apron and not only did Necro get up again… but he fought back with such fury that Joe realised that he couldn’t possibly pin the guy. So he did the only thing he could and knocked him down until Necro couldn’t make the ten count… However, his arrogance got the better of him as he kicked Necro whilst he was down… Necro got straight up and knocked Joe’s block off to the point that Joe ran the back as security held Necro back. Another case in point… The Ultimate Warrior during the nineties smashed threw each and every wrestler than he faced… Rick Rude, Andre The Giant, Undertaker, Randy Savage, Paul Roma… everyone he faced he destroyed and how much wrestling ability did he have? He didn’t win because of his ability… he won because the guts that he had that he would go against men several times his size and he would still body slam them and shake the ropes after. Toan pauses for yet another time… Toan: Now Kitten, quite frankly I don’t care what you think of me or what you think you know of my abilities as a wrestler… but I want you to check the facts before you get round to whining to that AIDS-ridden dirt bag you’re always with. Toan laughs slightly as he looks down before looking back up at us Toan: It’s funny really… what my dad always told me is if you want people to listen to you all you have to do is tell them the facts. The fact of the matter right now is… I’m a lot better a wrestler than a lot of people expect me to be. Having come from a country known for being the premier territory in technical excellence I’d expect you’d think I’d have learned a little about chain wrestling from then men that trained me… but no, just because I chose to swing chairs at people for a living it seems as if all I learnt from the Hammerlock school seems to have been forgotten. The fact of the matter right now is… I’m holding the real International title here right now and not that pseudo championship that hangs over your shoulder. The fact of the matter right now is… I am not in any mood to be fucking around with someone with the lack of guts that you have! Toan flashes a furious sneer at us Toan: Let me ask you a question, Kitten… if Samoa Joe was stuck inside of a cage with the Wifebeater armed with a fully fuelled Weedwhacker in his arms… who do you think would submit first?? Remember, strength does not matter… skill does not matter… only the guts you have matter!! I’ll tell you what would happen… Joe would submit the instant that the wire touched him if not before it because for Wifebeater, even in the state that his body is in… having a separated shoulder and not being in the best condition that a former United States Marine could be he would never quit from taking the pain that Joe or even the Weedwhacker could do on him if Joe got his hands on it. And all of a sudden it seems like Wifebeater is the pussy because he’s holding the Weedwhacker… just because Joe was on a high horse that he wouldn’t go out and get himself something to defend against the Weedwhacker that Wifebeater brought to the ring at the last ROH show. And come the time that you and Tomoko step in the ring with me… I’m going to be bringing to you something which will give you some everlasting marks which I promise every time you get up in the morning, go to take a shower to ease the pain of a past match or make love to your significant other you’ll remember just exactly what the extent of my wraith is. I don’t care about sportsmanship… I don’t care about winning… all I care about is getting from you what I’ve strived to get from people in the time I’ve been here; my respect. They say you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs… and three weeks from now, Kitten, your eggs are going to be cracked open and scrambled into a putrid, vomit-inducing puss that I’ll splatter in the face of the woman who I’ll soon be running her face over with a lawnmower and that disgusting salad-tossing gutterslut. You both better get ready because I promise you that another Mass Transit will be coming to town in three weeks… Stay sharp… And we fade to black... [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] The entire lights in the arena suddenly dim out. There is a low murmour in the crowd, when sudddenly static starts to come up on the PA. The sound of it echoes through, as the crowd wonder what on earth is going on. The screen then cuts to black, as a voice comes over the PA. It's your typical "movie trailer" type voice, low and somehow, atmospheric. There is some sort of strange classical music in the background. Voice: There is a man that has defied many laws and facts that have been laid down by the greatest geniuses of all time. His name, is Lance Evers. The screen suddenly cuts to a picture of Sir Isaac Newton. [align=center] [/align]Voice: Sir Isaac Newton. Defined the law of gravity. The screen then suddenly cuts to a picture at some wrestling event in a different company. There is a man laid out across a table on the outside of the ring, and flying through the air above him, is another man, who's just jumped off the turnbuckle, and is in Mid-Shooting Star Press. There are some excited, and confused murmours in the crowd. Voice: Lance Evers proved that men can fly, and that gravity can be defied. The screen cuts again. This time, a picture of Beethoven. [align=center] Voice: Ludwig Van Beethoven. Wrote some of the greatest symphonies of all time. Suddenly the screen cuts then to a freeze frame from another wrestling show. It shows the man that was flying through the air in the picture before, performing a one-man Con-Chair-To onto someone, using a cinderblock on the floor, and a 2x4 covered in barbed wire. Voice: Lance Evers writes a Con-Chair-To like no musical genius could ever do. The picture on the tron then comes up with Van Gogh. [align=center] [/align]Voice: Vincent Van Gogh. Painted some of the most famous paintings around today. The picture then changes to the same wrestler, performing a Brainbuster DDT on someone off a ladder. Voice: Lance Evers pulls off some of the most brilliant masterpieces ever seen. Suddenly, the screen changes. It's actual video, of the wrestler that has been shown performing. He's looking at the camera, grinning. He speaks with a confident, cocky voice, yet there's something likeable. He's wearing what is apparently a priest's costume. He has short brown hair, tanned body, and a rather handsome face. Lance: Slam!'s gone stale. It's time to shake things up a bit. Prepare for Controversy, since Father Hardcore, your Priest of Pain, is here. Lance suddenly grins, as the camera fades out into writting, stating: [align=center] [/align]The camera then cuts, as the lights in the arena go up again, and there are low level murmurs in the crowd. |
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KR: Up next we have… CM: This is goin’ be good! KR: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, up next we have… CM: A demolition, a battering, a beating, one man getting his ass kicked in front of millions of people watching on television! KR: You keep praying for that, it’s the International Champion versus Brad Guinup!. DV: For the title! KR: General Manager Hutch has arranged this one tonight, let’s send it up to Charles in the ring. CC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the International Championship… "Rose Of Shayn" pounds through the speakers. Sweets comes out and stands in the middle of the stage and stops. The arena goes dark. All of a sudden a red pyro on both sides of Sweets shoots up and Sweets begins walking to the ring. Sweets slide in under the bottom rope. Sweets then plays to the fans some more and awaits his opponent. CC: Introducing first, from Mallaig, Alberta, Canada …”BIG BABY SWEETS” BRAD GUINUP! A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel begin hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten stomps on the metal stage in time with the beat of the hammer, he stays on the stage stomping until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walk down the ramp as the above verse is performed. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. As of now I am a tool Of severe impact Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again stomps with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring towards the announcers table but they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs. I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. CC: And his opponent, he is the defending International Champion and accompanied by Lucy…XTREME KITTEN! The match is ready to start, Amy Spencer calls for the bell but XK is dep in last moment conference with Lucy in a corner. On the opposite side of the ring Sweets is warming up stretching against the ropes. Referee Spencer calls for Lucy to get down off the apron. CM: Leave Lucy alone! KR: Brad Guinup isn’t waiting! BBS has been waiting patiently and takes advantage! He spins XK around and nails him with hard right hands to the face! The 6"1' former BPW Intercontinental Champion is taking it to Kitten, he knocks him down with a STIFF right hand! CM: He jumped XK! DV: The bell had sounded, he was fair game if you ask me and Hardcore Pussy got nailed! CM: I never asked you. XK gets back up to his feet and then Kitten is knocked back down again! This time a clothesline finds it's mark for BBS, he turns around to find a dazed Xtreme Kitten already getting back to his feet and BBS nails him with a second running clothesline! This time BBS pulls him off the canvas and whips him into the nearest turnbuckle. XK's back connects with the pads and he stumbles out into a HUGE back body drop! KR: XK sent up in the lights! DV: Not a good landing for Hardcore Pussy! XK has been eating the dust of the Canadian wrestler so far and it only continues as XK crawls into a corner for BBS to stomps away at his chest! The fans are right behind Big Baby Sweets in this match and even more so as they count along with his stomps to XK. They reach 14 before losing count because BBS is just unloading with vicious kicks! He then begins choking XK with the flat of his boot! Referee Amy Spencer tries to pull BBS off Kitten but he has to resort to using her count. At four and a half BBS finally releases the throat and he grins at the fans. DV: This match is for the International Championship remember. CM: Also, if Big Baby Sweets wins tonight then we will be in line to go to Anarchy in the UK into that big unification match. KR: Dr. Schultx announced that match last week through Gary Steele. BBS spends a moment being admonished by the referee as XK crawls out of the corner. BBS then drops an elbow onto the back of his head before lifting him a few feet off the canvas...only to drive his face down into the mat! He then pulls XK up, takes him back against the ropes but XK strikes with a knee to the gut! BBS is vulnerable and doubled over for XK to back into the ropes. Xtreme Kitten takes BBS down to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker! An "XK Sucks" chant begins to sound from the crowd as XK picks up Guinup and delivers a mighty Uraken to send him sprawling back into a corner. KR: This might be quite a culture shock for Xtreme kitten, facing the bigger man in Big Baby Sweets. CM: Brad Guinup getting the title shot tonight, next week it could be anybody! KR: That line of contenders is long and moves very quickly. BBS is leaning on the top rope, his back to XK and the former three-time Tag Team Champion lands a clubbing blow to his back. He then pulls BBS out of the corner and attempts a European Uppercut...BBS REVERSES INTO A BACKSLIDE!!!! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] DV: Almost a quick pin there! CM: But XK kicked out, everything is alright! BBS beats XK to his feet but Xtreme Kitten blocks a shot and catches BBS with a roundhouse kick that sends Sweets down to the mat. XK takes BBS to the ropes, he chokes him on the middle rope with his knee before dragging BBS up. He goes for an irish whip but it is reversed and BBS runs at Kitten...BIG BOOT!!!! BBS's boot cannons off the back of XK's head! KR: Sweets steps it up a gear, spinning around and nailing a running boot on the International Champion. CM: He it him from behind! Both men are down for a moment, Big Baby Sweets is the first to get to his feet but XK is playing possum and catches his opponent with a rake of the face. That move draws a groan from the fans and XK grabs Sweets’ waist to lift him up...BACKBREAKER!!!! The move is executed well by Xtreme Kitten, leaving BBS flat on his back. This is some good recovery time for XK, whose chest is pounding up and down to get more oxygen to his body. XK's eyes look towards Lucy, as if being told something. Xtreme Kitten then rolls over and performs a lateral press on BBS, rubbing his forearm into BBS's face as he makes the pin... [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] DV: A near-fall each now for both men. Xtreme Kitten motions to the referee that he should be counting quicker, Spencer however shakes her head. XK pulls up BBS to his feet, then goes behind him and takes him down with a Reverse DDT! Instead of going for the cover, XK grabs BBS's hands and crosses them across his neck/jaw. He then pulls BBS up, spins him around and levels him with a forearm to the face. BBS goes down to a knee, not for long though as he soon gets up to a full vertical base only to receive a knee to the gut. He sets BBS up for a neckbreaker...BBS turns in and powers out! He then takes XK down to the mat with a discus clothesline! CM: This is unfair on Xtreme Kitten you know, he's probably got Anarchy in the UK on his mind KR: I’m sure Lucy is not allowing that to happen BBS goes to the ropes, stepping out onto the apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle. He pumps the crowd up for a second before jumping off in a splash...MISSED!!!! XK ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!!! DV: 275 pound man takes to the skies and finds nothing but canvas! CM: BBS played to the crowd, you should NEVER do that! BBS edges towards the ropes, he grabs the middle one before using it to pull himself up as XK is now on all fours like a cat ironically. Big Baby Sweets stands up besides the ropes and XK is up, XK runs at him and knocks him through the ropes with a knee lift! BBS's body smacks against the apron before dropping onto the arena floor. Amy Spencer tries to restrain XK from going to the outside and does so until BBS starts pulling himself up using the apron. Xtreme Kitten steps out also onto the apron and reaches down to grab BBS by his neck. KR: You gotta wonder just what Xtreme Kitten is thinking about right now, whether it’s Toan or Tomoko or Big Baby Sweets… CM: I say it’s Sweets. DV: Hardcore Pussy is an intelligent man, I don’t agree with him on a lot of issues but he is intelligent and I’ll give him that. XK brings BBS back into the apron, sets him up for a powerbomb perhaps onto the arena floor! He tries to lift Big Baby Sweets up but the bigger man is holding onto the ropes! He fights back and catches Xtreme Kitten with a good few shots to the gut before hooking him up...DDT TO THE APRON!!!! BBS drops off the apron and sends XK's face into it! CM: That has to be a broken nose! KR: Well it ain't going to do his handsome looks any favours! XK drops off onto the arena floor and the referee begins his count. [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] BBS grabs XK by his hair and drags him up. DV: We don’t want to see a draw here… [align=center]4! 5! 6![/align] BBS rolls XK into the ring and then makes an immediate cover but Amy Spencer won't count as BBS's legs were under the ropes. BBS doesn't waste any time arguing, he picks Xtreme Kitten up and chops away at his chest! He then irish whips XK into a turnbuckle. XK blocks the turnbuckle with his leg. He then turns around and BBS was following in close behind...CLUNK!!!! Their two heads knock together and both men fall to the mat! CM: Clash of heads! Who was worse off? KR: Looked like an even-stevens collision to me but I could be wrong. With both men down referee Amy Spencer checks on their condition, there's a faraway look in XK's eyes but BBS is already getting back up. XK uses the ropes to pull himself up and the two men exchange right hands! A right hand by BBS is met with a forearm shot from XK, BBS lands a stiff right but XK chops in response! BBS backs against the ropes and gains momentum to knock XK down with a STIFF clothesline! XK to his credit gets back up, however groggy he is and Big Baby Sweets can measure him...BIG BOOT!!!! KR: The second big boot from Big Baby Sweets! CM: Big boot from BBS and XK is hurting! BBS is feeling it as he drags Xtreme Kitten to his feet and then drives him back down to the canvas with a SPINEBUSTER!!!! He floats over into a cover, hooking the far leg! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: This is good strategy on BBS's part, keep going for the covers to make XK use up all his energy. XK has had a lot taken out of him so far in this match and BBS looks for a scoop slam that XK escapes from, sliding out of the hands. He lands on his feet behind BBS and waistlocks him...GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! NO!!!! BBS BLOCKS IT WITH A BACK ELBOW!!!! Xtreme Kitten turns around to see BBS sprinting at him...KITCHEN SINK!!!! CM: Ouch! Guinup is staying one step ahead of Xtreme Kitten at all times! KR: The supkex didn't work but the running knee to the gut from BBS sure did! BBS is pumped up again and pulls a weakened XK up. XK can hardy stand, he gets a mouthful of abuse from BBS before BBS catches him with a kick to the gut. He then lifts Xtreme Kitten up onto his shoulder! The fans rise... DV: The Sweets Crusher coming up! CM: No! Fight it Xtreme Kitten! BBS nods at the fans, his eyes widened and he spins XK around...XK COUNTERS INTO A SINGLE ARM DDT!!!! CM: YES!!!! KR: Reversal by XK leaves both men down on the canvas but I got to say that BBS's shoulder must be hurting now. XK quickly grabs BBS's arm and drops a leg across it before turning it into an armbar! The fans are booing Xtreme Kitten out of the building as he wrenches back on it, BBS's eyes are looking around to measure where the ropes are and he begin edging towards the ropes! He's using his feet and legs but Xtreme Kitten shakes his head, he shouts at BBS to tap out but still BBS is getting closer to the ropes! KR: Only a few inches more! CM: Sit on him XK, anything to stop him! BBS edges the last little distance to the ropes and touches the bottom rope with his foot! Referee Amy Spencer sees it and XK has to break the hold much to the crowd's relief. Spencer begins her count and XK keeps it on until four. XK stands up and argues with Spencer, this gives BBS the time to crawl towards Xtreme Kitten. As Kitten turns around, he gets taken down into an armbar himself! CM: Another submission hold! KR: This time BBS has him but he's too close to the ropes! XK quickly reaches out and grabs the rope with his free arm and now BBS has to release him. Xtreme Kitten drags himself up using the ropes and Sweets is poised behind him. Before XK can turn around he lands a dropkick to the back, XK is sent into ropes and rebounds off into a SCHOOL BOY ROLL UP!!!! KR: Could have him here! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] CM: How many times has XK kicked out now?! BBS is up first and heads straight out onto the apron. He climbs up one more time to the top but finds Xtreme Kitten coming at him with a succession of high palm strikes. XK tries to climb up onto the second rope but BBS knocks him off by sending his head into the turnbuckle. XK staggers back into the ring and BBS stands up...MISSILE DROPKICK!!!! DV: Another big move, BBS has brought all the moves for this one! CM: Normally a power or a hardcore style but you're right, we've seen suplexes, cradles and DDT's! XK is led on his stomach and Sweets may have got the worst out of the missile dropkick, landing funny on his side. Brad is getting back up when he collapses to the mat and XK fumbles his way to the ropes. Amy Spencer checks on BBS's condition before being shoved out of his way by XK. BBS is peeled off the mat by Xtreme Kitten, XK lifts him onto his shoulders…CAT’S MEOW!!!! CM: It's over now! KR: The Cat’s Meow delivered perfectly! XK crawls into a secure cover! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! BBS’ FOOT ON THE ROPES![/align] CM: I don’t believe it! KR: Neither can I! Lucy gets up onto the apron to protest about the count as Amy Spencer tries to get her down from the apron. Xtreme Kitten appears frustrated; he shakes his head and pulls Big Baby Sweets up to his feet. Sweets is almost dead weight as Kitten sends him into a corner. DV: Big Baby Sweets has to fight back here! KR: I don’t know if he can! Xtreme Kitten positions him before stepping back. He attempts a KAO DODE but finds nothing but turnbuckle! Sweets collapses down to the mat and XK’s attack misses! KR: This is his chance! Sweets picks himself up and grabs Kitten…NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! BBS HOLDS ON FOR THE COVER BUT THE REFEREE IS STILL WITH LUCY! DV: Talk about a bad break for Brad Guinup! Sweets releases the cover and goes to the female pair on the other side of the ring. He gets in Lucy’s face and Lucy goes to slap BBS! He grabs her arm! CM: Hey! Let go of her! DV: She shouldn’t have been up there in the first place! Brad asks the fans what he should do but…XTREME KITTEN NAILS BBS IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A CAT KICK OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! KR: Oh no! Kitten drags him away from the ropes before making the cover… [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] CC: Here is your winner and STILL International Champion…Xtreme Kitten! XK is handed the belt by the referee and he has his arm raised in the air. Lucy then pushes Amy Spencer aside so she can raise the hand of the winner. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy then head to the back. KR: What a performance by Big Baby Sweets! CM: He came close, got to give him that. He’s got a future. DV: He’ll take a lot out of this performance, no doubt. Great effort kid, you were so close. Referee Amy Spencer checks on BBS, Sweets picks himself up off the mat and gets a healthy round of applause as he heads away from the ring to the backstage area. The camera cuts backstage to show Tomoko walking down the coridoor. She doesn’t look to be in a good mood this week, but then does she ever? But still, she has reasons to be unhappy these days. You know, losing her title, being injured, forced to wrestle jobbers, and having people mysteriously dropping issues... it all forms a rich tapestry. Hell, Tomoko hasn’t even been seen that much lately. But she’s here now and perhaps she’s ready to talk about her problems. How convenient then that she hears a voice behind her.. ???: Tomoko! Tomoko suddenly stops, sighs and turns around to see Rebecca Hunter...you can’t imagine she’s one of Tomoko’s favourite people but nonetheless... Rebecca is going to attempt to get a word with her. Rebecca: Tomoko....I just wanted to get a quick word... Tomoko: Why? Wow, Tomoko’s already making this interview difficult...Rebecca doesn't look surprised but persists anyways.. Rebecca: Well...you haven’t been seen around much lately and... Tomoko: No, I mean why do YOU of all people want to interview me...is it Noon's day off? Rebecca looks slightly annoyed but keeps her composure.. Tomoko: Let’s face it...I’m not your usual type.. Rebecca looks taken aback Rebecca: Excuse me !? Tomoko smirks. See she’s not always in such a bad mood, it just takes a bimbo here and there to cheer her up. Tomoko:Well for one thing I’m not a guy... Rebecca gives Tomoko a shocked look, but Tomoko carries on anyways.. Tomoko: Oh come on Rebecca, don’t look so shocked. We all know you like to get personal with bad boys.. it’s just a shame you can’t even do that right. From what I hear you couldn't even do anything for Orion, and he’ll get it up for anything with boobs and a mini skirt. Rebecca looks appalled but hey Tomoko is just saying what every body already thinks anyway.. Rebecca: Excuse me but I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! I have a degree in journalism! Tomoko: Well it's a shame you skipped the part about not screwing every guy you interview. Now if you don’t mind, I’ll take it from here. Tomoko grabs the mic off an increasingly flustered looking Rebecca Tomoko: Why don’t you run along and see if you can find a guy to flash at. Go on, off you go. Rebecca looks really angry now. She goes to protest but seeing the cold look on Tomoko’s face and knowing Tomoko’s history with interviewers that annoy her, she thinks the better of it. She simply turns around and storms off in a huff. Tomoko just smiles as she walks off, then turns to the camera. her expression turns serious and she takes a deep breath Tomoko: Now that we have that taken care of, I should take about the matter in hand. Anarchy In The U.K. I finally get my rematch, taking on Toan & Xtreme Kitten ... Tomoko shakes her head and sighs Tomoko: Toan....Toan...Toan... I don’t know what to say. I will give you credit, you managed to surprise me with your little “ I don't want anything more to do with Tomoko” speech. Fair enough, you realised what you got yourself into and realised you were over matched. You stepped outside your little bubble for a moment and saw the reality of the situation. I have no problem with that. But the fact is not only did you injure me, but you took my title. And now you think that by throwing your little tantrum, you can simply get away with that? Tomoko laughs Tomoko: Toan, I don’t know what planet you live in, but feel free to join us here on Earth any time. Because that’s not how it’s going to go down. At Anarchy In The U.K. I’m going to beat you within an inch of your life, then I’m going to take my title back. Then you may go your merry little way okay? Tomoko smirks Tomoko: As for Xtreme Kitten...well I don’t know too much about him. He’s a man that likes to act likes a cat...known as Hardcore Pussy to some..whatever. Actually my opponents have something in common seeing as Toan turned out to be a bit of a “ hardcore pussy“ himself.. Tomoko chuckles at her own silly joke..probably best that we wrap things up here I think.. Tomoko: The bottom line is it doesn’t matter if I have to beat one pussy or the other, the fact is I’m getting my Championship back at Anarchy In The U.K. Hell hath no fury, boys just remember that, hell hath no fury With that Tomoko walks away purposefully as we fade out CC: The following contest is an ECC rules tag match set for one fall! "Scream" by Slipknot begins to punish the Slam sound system as the crowd leaps to their feet, every last person in the building cheering as loud as they can, as the house lights drop and take on a darkish red hue. Two spotlights, also dark red in color, do one lap around the arena before focusing on the mat where the Slipknot tribal 'S' has appeared with the Neverwinter eye and the T-Bird Wings logo flanking it. [align=center]SCREAM!![/align] Red pyro EXPLODES on the stage as the song picks up, the crowd's cheers only get louder as Nightmare steps up onto the stage with Orchid and Flame, with T-Bird crawling out after them, illuminated by the now blazing red strobes on the stage. Nightmare stands with arms crossed, surveying the scene, Tee crawls out in front of him and then pops up to her feet, grinning mischeviously at her friend. CC: On their way to the ring first, being accompanied by Orchid and Flame, at a total combined weight of 413 pounds, T-Bird, and Nightmare, THE MAAAAAAGGOT KOOORPS! Nightmare signals for his gang to move, and they trek down to the ring, Night sliding into the ring with T-Bird coming in right after as Flame and Orchid enter from the other side and converge in the center of the ring, clapping and cheering for Tee and Nightmare who are rounding the corners pumping up the crowd with their taunts. They drop off the buckles after each person has taunted on all four, going to the center and focusing on the entranceway, Nightmare looming over, waiting, with T-Bird standing right next to him as Orchid gives Night a kiss and exits to the outside with Flame. KR: These two are fresh off of wrestling a phenomenal match against Rylee Starr and Prime that unfortunately ended in a draw, but on the same token now both teams get a Tag Title shot in the upcoming weeks! CM: Fah. It’s a travesty, is what it is, Sean Madrox took advantage of the fact that SWAT was fighting! The lights in the arena suddenly turn to a mix of gold and red, as the sound of a helicopter goes over the P.A. system. The crowd erupts into cheers, as the tron starts to show highlights from the career of Maj Tahal. The song "Morning Glory" starts to play, with the build-up of the guitars blasting. Suddenly, out from the curtain walks the Panthera himself, Maj Tahal. The crowd cheer even more, as the song picks up. Behind Maj walks Crazy Sam. Maj grins, as he suddenly runs down the ramp, slapping hands on the way down. Sam follows him walking, smiling, but holding his foam gun close to him. CC: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by 'Crazy' Sam, weighing 245lbs, from Bombay, India, , MAJ "PATHERA" TAHAL! Maj slides into the ring, and gets up quickly as he runs to the far turnbuckle. He climbs it and looks out to the crowd, grinning. A stream of camera flashes comes onto Tahal as he stands looking out. He finally jumps down, and hands his jacket to Sam on the outside. Sam takes it, and keeps it safe, as Maj warms himself up in the ring ready for the match. CM: That’s odd, Maj came out by himself! No Kashmir, no Arabian Knights theme music.. KR: Would you blame him? A gong sounds, the arena suddenly goes quiet… [align=center]I believe in God I believe in destiny Not destiny in the sense of all of our exerts being pre-determined But destiny in the sense of our ability to choose Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be[/align] CC: And his partner, from New Delhi, India, he is the FIW Extreme Chaos Champion, PRIIIIINCE KAAAAAASHMIR!!! KR: Tee looks incensed! Look at Nightmare trying to hold her back! Indeed, Night is making sure Tee doesn’t get the Korps disqualified and is holding her back as best he can while Prince Kashmir brazenly walks through the entrance way, shiny belt around his waist, and stops, holding an Indian flag above his head as an ornately decorated Indian throne is carried through the entranceway by four men in traditional Indian clothing, they set it down behind him. Kashmir sits in the throne, the four men pick it back up and carry him down to the ring, meanwhile Nightmare heads to where Kash is to talk a little pre-match trash to him, they set the throne down but at that point T-Bird has had it and rushes forward, using Nightmare’s back as a springboard to elevate her high up over the top rope and down onto Kashmir, the throne and the four Indians! KR: LOOK OUT, T-BIRD OUTTA NOWHERE! DV: This match is on, Kurt! She continues to lay into Prince Kashmir with furious punches while Maj and Nightmare pair off in the middle of the ring, trading right hands. Maj gets the advantage by going low with a kick to the midsection and sends Nightmare into the ropes, the big man comes back and ducks a spinning heel kick, Maj up on his feet…LARIAT by Nightmare turns the Indian inside out! KR: What a shot by Nightmare, that took the Panthera right out of his boots! CM: Nevermind that, Kurt, look what Tee’s fixing to do to Prince Kashmir! Tee on the outside finally picks up the ECC from the wreckage of his throne and hurls him back first into the steel steps with scary velocity, then rushes forward again looking to dropkick his head into the steel! Kash moves, lucky for him, and Tee kicks the steps. Kashmir takes this opportunity to get back inside the ring but right straightaway he is met with a vicious right hand from Nightmare, knocking him for a loop as this match finally settles down into a tag match. Instead of continuing the assault as he normally would, though, Nightmare whips Kash HARD into the Maggot Korps corner once Kash makes it to his feet and makes a tag to T-Bird! Tee comes in a house of fire, and backs up to the Knights corner, Maj making no effort to get Kashmir out of this situation as Tee charges forward, leaping through the air with assist from Nightmare and stinger splashes him into the corner! Kash stumbles out to the middle of the ring…TORNADO DDT BY T-BIRD! KR: The Soaring Eagle is taking it to the ECC here! She wants her belt back, and I would guess in an ECC rules match if Prince Kashmir is pinned, he loses his title! CM: No go for the Bitch-Bird, Kurt! It isn’t an official title match! T-Bird sets Kashmir prone in the center of the ring and races forward to one set of ropes, springboarding up and coming back with a big body splash, jarring Kashmir’s body on impact! She follows up by hooking the leg.. [align=center]1.. 2.. KICKOUT![/align] She picks him up, whipping him with all speed into the corner before starting to batter him with rights and lefts, getting Fuzz on her back until Nightmare steps inbetween Tee and Kash, trying to get her to calm down. Kashmir is recovering in the corner as Night finally gets Tee to calm down so he exits back out to the apron, unfortunately though that gave Kashmir enough time to poke Tee in the eyes, curbing her offense and allowing Kashmir to hit a DDT! He follows this up by picking Tee up, hitting her with a couple hard rights before sending her into the ropes, shooting off a set of ropes of his own…Spinning headscissors by Prince Kashmir! DV: Do you think that maybe that little talk by Nightmare might have cost them a bit? CM: A bit? Kashmir’s owning her! KR: Don’t ever count T-Bird out! He comes up taunting to the crowd who, of course, boo him, but he grins arrogantly, picking T-Bird up and hitting another pair of rights, backing her into a neutral corner. The ECC takes his time working over T-Bird, making sure he shows his empty hands above his head to the ref before delivering ANOTHER hard right, jarring Tee! He then sets up and Irish whips her to the corner, her back hitting hard, and he walks over to her, picking her up off of her knees and clipping the jaw again before extending his hand for the tag…but Maj Tahal has so conveniently dropped to the floor to check on Crazy Sam! CM: What the hell is his problem! His partner wants to tag! KR: He’s busy talking to Sam, Chip! He’ll see Kash! By the time though that Maj is done talking to Sam and hops back on the apron, Kash sees Tee coming at him and steps forward throwing a Kesari sidekick at NOTHING BUT AIR! Kash turns around and gets peppered by a series of forearms by T-Bird, backing him up into the ropes close to the Arabian Knights corner, Tee backpedals a bit, charges forward and clotheslines Kashmir and herself both over the top rope to the floor! They both land on their feet, Kash staggering into the rail, but throws a right hand that is blocked…ELBOW by Tee! She prepares to follow up but HERE COMES MAJ TAHAL OFF THE TOP TO THE FLOOR WITH A MOONSAULT! The crowd cheers Maj’s athleticism as he gets up, soaking in the reaction from the crowd before grabbing T-Bird and rolling her into the ring, going to the top once again! KR: The Panthera is gonna fly! CM: I don’t know whether to like this or hate it! Maj leaps off, connecting perfectly with a high cross body just as T-Bird gets up! There’s a pin! [align=center]1.. 2.. Kickout![/align] Maj gets off her, picking her up and hooking her up, setting her up on the top rope and stunning her with a right hand. He goes to climb up top but Kashmir spins him around, finally back in the ring, and shoves him for taking the advantage over on Tee! The crowd boos Kashmir’s selfishness as he continues the shoving match with Tahal, allowing Tee to get off the buckle and connect with a noggin-knocker, sprawling Maj and Kash onto the mat! Meanwhile Nightmare on the outside retrieves a weapon which appears to be a cookie sheet from Orchid, tossing it to T-Bird who catches it easily. She taps it on the mat like a golf club, waiting for one of the Knights to get up, and how ironic—the first one up is Kashmir! He’s not up for long though as he catches a tossed cookie sheet from T-Bird and gets it roundhouse kicked back into his face! KR: Damn! DV: She’s got to have it, here, unless Maj Tahal saves Kash which I doubt! T-Bird pushes the sheet away and covers.. [align=center]1.. 2.. MAJ SAVES![/align] DV: Guess I spoke too soon! Maj pulls T-Bird to her feet off of Kashmir and whips her into the ropes, connecting with a perfect spinning heel kick that knocks her flat, Crazy Sam cheering his man on. Nightmare decides to enter the ring to stave off any further punishment on Tahal and pops him with a right hand, Tahal responds with a right and then goes down low with a kick, picking up the cookie sheet and swinging it but Nightmare ducks, Tahal spinning a bit from the force of the swing as Orchid throws Nightmare another weapon, this appearing to be a 2x4, Orchid quickly scooting away before Fuzz can catch her aiding her man. He catches it, twirling it like a sword but gets a gut shot from Maj Tahal wielding the cookie sheet still, he goes to bash it over Nightmare’s head after the Prince of Pain drops to his knees, but T-Bird finally gets up and dropkicks Maj in the back of the head, jarring Maj and causing him to swing the sheet into the ropes and back up into Tahal’s face, making him feel the double impact! T-Bird quickly slides out to the Maggot Korps corner while Maj and Nightmare feel the effects of the match so far, pulling two chairs out from underneath the ring, tossing them both inside. KR: Tee’s really looking to put this match away right now! DV: She’d better do it sooner than later if she wants to add a W to the Korps win/loss column! She rolls back in, deciding though to pick up the two by four, ascending to the second rope as she sees Prince Kashmir finally starting to get up, she practically begs the man to get all the way to his feet, and when he does T-Bird leaps off, looking to smash the 2x4 over his head but Kash lashes out with a desperation Kesari superkick, catching Tee flush in the jaw and dropping her! He drops to his knees after the sidekick, the crowd booing him tremendously, he gets up and turns around…eating a big boot that sends him down and rolling out of the ring! Nightmare flexes for the crowd as they cheer their hero! DV: So much for Prince Kashmir! CM: T-Bird’s out of it too! There’s one member of each team left standing! Maj Tahal however is back up on his feet too and spins Nightmare around, kicking the big man in the gut before hoisting him up into a Gory Special position…LOTUS PILEDRIVER INTO THE CANVAS! KR: That’s gotta be it! Maj rolls Nightmare over into the cover… [align=center]1.. 2.. CHAIR SHOT BY PRINCE KASHMIR![/align] KR: Oh, no! DV: AW, Come on! Kashmir’s arrogance just cost the Knights the match! CM: If Maj wasn’t an idiot and helped Kashmir instead of letting Nightmare kick his face in, the Knights would have won! Maj went and ruined it and this is why he got that chair shot! Maj rolls off of Nightmare arching his back in pain, as Kashmir stands over him with the chair screaming at him in Arabic. Kash beckons him up, wielding the chair like a baseball bat as Maj stumbles to his feet…CHAIR SHOT OVER THE SKULL PUTS MAJ OUT LIKE A LIGHT! He drops hard as the crowd’s booing only grows worse, Kashmir throwing the chair down and storming out of the ring. He’s halfway up the ramp by the time that Nightmare finally crawls over, still feeling the effects of the Lotus piledriver, and throws an arm across Maj Tahal.. [align=center]1.. 2.. 3! *DING DING*[/align] Those of the crowd that aren’t still booing Prince Kashmir cheer the fact that the Maggot Korps won as the bell rings, “Scream” arriving over the loudspeakers. CC: Your winners of the match…THE MAAAAAGGGOOOOTTT KOOOOORPS! Flame and Orchid enter the ring to gather up their bruised and battered charges, Tee finally able to get her wits about her after the Kesari sidekick, Nightmare stumbling and needing help from Orchid to get out of the ring, but ultimately the Korps emerge victorious. KR: Shady circumstances what with Kash laying out his own partner, but I don’t think either of the Arabian Knights were out to win this match from the outset, much less Prince Kashmir. DV: Nevertheless that is a big victory for the Maggot Korps leading into their tag team title defense against SWAT or the team of Prime and Rylee Starr. CM: I still can’t get over that beautiful chair shot! I want Kash to hit him again! We now find ourselves in the locker room of Matt Impact, as he is wearing his King of Slam! robe and crown, and is jumping up and down, getting pumped in his locker room as we are only seconds away from the main event. CM: Look at Matt Impact, he wants this FIW World Championship more than anything! Impact notices the camera, and he gets a bit angered, but he walks into the hallways, grabbing his royalty scepter, and talking a bit to pump himself up as he heads to the entrance way curtain. Impact: This is my time… my time! I will shine tonight, no one can stop me, tonight I prove myself great! Woo! Yeah! KR: He is completely psyched up for this match! CM: Yeah, no doubt he is going to win this title back. DV: We’ll see. We now move to the locker room of Jack Manson, as Jack is silent as he stares at the FIW World Championship belt lying across from where he is, on his coffee table. Jack picks up the belts gives it a little shine, and then places it on his shoulder. Manson: Impact thinks he can win this belt from me, he thinks it is “his time to shine.” Well, he better think again, because I’ve made Slam! what it is today, and I’ve held this belt for longer than anyone else in the history of its existence, and not one person, who I have defeated now on many occasions can stop me. Manson walks out of his locker room, looks around the corridor, takes a deep breath, and begins to walk towards the entrance way curtain. DV: That right there is your winner! KR: Yeah, but you can’t forget tonight’s special enforcer Hutch, he could play a huge factor in the winner of this match. CM: Yeah, by screwing Matt Impact! DV: Or Jack Manson! KR: Now it's time for our Main Event! CM: For once, Hutch has booked a good match. We'll now see Matt Impact going into Anarchy in the UK as the Heavyweight Champion. As long as Hutch does his job properly. DV: Even if Impact does win, there's still next week where our next GM can book him in a match where he can lose it again. CM: Impossible! Once he wins it, he'll never lose it! DV: Never lose it? A bit like your virginity... CM: I'll have you know that... Chip's voice is suddenly cut off by all the lights in the arena going down. The crowd start to cheer, knowing what to expect. CM: Goddamn it! Freddy Mercury's vocals fade in.... [align=center]Tonight, I'm gonna have myself, a real good time, I feel ali-ii-ii-iive, And the wooooorld is turning inside ou-out, Yeah! I'm floating around, in ecstasy.......... So......[/align] At this point, golden sparks begin to fall from the rafters with a soft "Shhh", the initial stream timed perfectly with the next line. [align=center]Don't..... stop me now.... Don't stop me now..... Cause I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time![/align] Pyro cracks along the stage, starting at the left and the right, and meeting in the middle. [align=center]BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM![/align] As the smoke clears, Hutch can be seen in the smoke, jogging out onto the stage. He grins, and spins in a circle, holding his arms aloft. [align=center]I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping meeeeeeeeee! Hutch struts down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way. He pauses, grinning and pointing out to a "Hutch" sign in the audience, thumping his chest, before spinning around again in a circle. He reaches the ring and pauses, one foot on the apron, one arm holding the middle rope. He leans backward, and looks around again at the crowd, before letting out a "Woo!" and hauling himself up onto the apron. CC: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Slam! World Heavyweight Championship! First, please welcome the special enforcer for tonight, the Slam! GM, HUTCH! [align=center]I'm burning through the skies Yeah! Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm trav'ling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man of you[/align] Now in the ring, he hops up onto the second turnbuckle, and poses for the crowd, his arms outstretched, and his head tilted back. He grins, and the music fades out on the line: If you wanna have a good time just give me a call!., and Hutch thumps his chest once more, before leaving the ring. KR: Here is our GM for tonight. He's made this match between his two Anarchy in the UK opponents for the title, and he himself will be here to enforce the rules to make sure there's no dirty play. CM: No dirty play?! This is Hutch! DV: Yes. I doesn't surprise me you don't like what was said, Chip. Your ex-girlfriend was rarely dirty, and never used foreplay. CM: That was weak, even for you. DV: Jesus, you're taking the words straight out of your ex's mouth. The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a red spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to boo for the two time former champ, self proclaimed King of Slam!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact with his King of Slam! robe, crown, and sceptre as the crowd go up in even more boos. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonoured, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd. Matt just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he points to the ropes of the ring and forces ring announcer Charles Cruz to open the ropes between the top and middle into the ring, and as he does so, Matt walks up the steel steps to get into the ring and with ease goes over the middle rope into the ring. CM: Now here's a man to be proud of. Kids in attendance will be telling their Grandchildren on how they once saw the Greatest of all Time live. DV: I notice how you never mentioned that you might have grandchildren... KR: As much as I hate to say this, you have been having a go a lot at Chip recently, Dean. CM: Thank you, Colonel Saunders. KR: I didn't say it was a bad thing though [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his sceptre into his chest as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle. He does the exact same thing on the other two turnbuckles, before hoping to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way flicks his robe off of his body as it falls to the ring, and Impact comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the turnbuckles shoot up red and gold sparks, and once the pyros commence, the lights turn on as Matt grabs his dropped robe and hands it to a ring official along with his crown and sceptre. When the ring official has made his way out of the ring, and taken Matt's King kit, Impact turns to look at Hutch, who's standing at ringside. Hutch though, just grins, and points to the entrance way. Matt's face starts to fill with anger because of Hutch's cockiness. The lights in the arena dim and drums beat from all around as strobe lights begin to flicker about the stage. A just audible whisper comes over the PA system which beckons the attention of everyone to the top of the stage. [align=center]Can you feel that? Oh, Shit…[/align] Guitars kick in as the strobe lights get faster and smoke begins to fill the stage. By now the crowd is fully aware of who is going to burst onto that stage and they begin to cheer. Suddenly, David Drainman screams and pyros explode all over the stage and ramp. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah [/align] Jack then bursts through the curtains from backstage and through the thick smoke from the pyros and fog machines. He stops at the top of the ramp and raises the double bird as fans cheer him wildly. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah[/align] Manson then heads down the ramp as the lyrics to the song begin to play. He slaps his hand out at nearby fans as they lean over the guard railing trying to score a touch of the former GM. The Slam! Heavyweight title is wrapped around Jack's waist, and seems to be what Matt is focusing on, instead of Manson himself. CC: And the opponent, weighing 280lbs, from Seattle, Washington [align=center]Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant I kneel Will you give in to me? It seems what's left of my human side Is slowly changing in me Will you give in to me?[/align] Manson slides into the ring and staggers around the ring flipping everyone in sight off as he makes his way around all the ropes. Jack then raises his arms in the center of the ring and belts out loud growling scream. [align=center]Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes Oh no there is no turning back now You've woken up the demon….. IN ME!!!!!![/align] Explosions burst from all corners of the ring in a domino effect starting from the announce booth side and then cascading up the ramp and from left to right on the stage. As the smoke clears the crowd chant loudly as Manson prepares for the match. Impact all this time has been standing by the ropes, staring at Manson. After his entrance routine, Jack turns, and realises that Impact as not taken his eyes of Manson's belt. Manson unstraps it, and holds it in both hands, raising it up in the air, looking straight at Matt. The crowd cheer loudly as he does this, as Jack's music fades away. Manson slowly hands the belt to Tommy Owens, the referee, who quickly takes it out of the ring. The two men stare at each other, while Hutch looks on at ringside, grinning. DING DING DING Both big men walk straight up to each other. The crowd start to chant "MANSON!" in unison. Impact and Manson get to each other, nose to nose. They both stare into the other's eyes with hatred, neither being the first one to blink. The intensity is all too obvious, as both men continue to stare straight at each other, trying to intimidate the other. The crowd are still behind Manson. Impact then suddenly breaks this, by looking down. But this is not because of intimidation, as Impact's reason suddenly becomes obvious when he fires a fist straight into Manson's face. Jack goes back a bit, before then returning the punch straight back at Matt. Impact has a similar reaction, and repeats the process of punching. Both of the huge heavyweights start to exchange blows, neither of them subduing to the punishment the other is laying into them. The crowd are already going crazy for this. KR: Here we go! These two giants going at it! CM: Go on Matt! Punch his un-royal face in! Chip’s words of encouragement seem to work, even though Matt couldn’t hear them. Matt hit’s a right to the face, which seems to knock Jack off balance. Impact quickly follows up with a left, and then a right again. Jack starts to fall backwards, against the ropes. As he does, Impact suddenly grabs him, and slingshots him off towards the other ropes. Matt turns around to face Jack, as Manson bounces off the ropes and starts to head straight back towards Matt. Impact goes closer to take down Manson, but suddenly Jack leaps in the air and hits a huge shoulder block onto Matt, knocking him to the floor. The crowd cheer, as Manson gets to his feet. He looks at Impact, who quickly tries to get himself up off the floor. As Matt does, he turns around to face Jack, just to have Manson suddenly grab him into a grapple. This catches Impact off guard, and Manson quickly pushes Impact into the corner. As he does, he bends over a bit, and suddenly starts firing shoulder’s repeatedly into the ribs off Impact. The King of Slam! can do nothing but stay trapped in the corner and take the punishment that Manson fires into him. But referee Tommy Owens, does do something about it, as he steps in and tries to pull Manson away. Jack stops, and turns around, raising his hands to get the crowd going. He walks into the center of the ring, just to turn around, and runs straight back towards Impact, clotheslining the trapped man in the corner. When Jack hits it and steps back, Matt falls face first to the floor. Jack looks out to the crowd, who cheer on in approval. Seeing his reaction, Jack bends over and grabs the head. But as Jack tries to lift up Matt, Impact quickly hit’s a thumb into the eye of Manson. Jack stumbles back in shock, holding his eye, as Impact quickly gets to his feet. CM: See, after it looked like Jack was going to start this match well, Matt stops him in his tracks! KR: I can’t see how playing dirty is something you can cheer on. CM: Then clean your glasses and watch! GO MATT! Impact sees Jack as the Slam! Heavyweight Champion struggles to regain balance, and suddenly runs straight at Manson. When he gets by Jack, he suddenly spears the Manson, who’s standing by the ropes. As he hit’s the spear, both of them gets sent right between the ropes. They both fall, as both giants crash to the padded floor below. The crowd don’t know whether to cheer for the powerful and dangerous move, or to boo for who hit it. Both men’s body are on the floor on the outside, as Hutch shouts to the ref to begin the count. Tommy Owens does so. CM: AND THAT’S WHY HE’S THE KING OF SLAM! KR: Well by the looks of it, we’re going to have to crown a new king, because that move might have killed our present one. CM: BLASPHEMY! KR: That’s for someone holy, not royalty. Prick… [align=center]1... 2... 3... 4...[/align] Both men are on the floor, Matt being face down. They are both making small amounts of movement, but nothing to indicate them getting up. Hutch watches on, as the crowd chant for Jack. [align=center]5... 6...[/align] Jack has now started to sit-up. Matt struggles to get to all fours. Jack finally does get to a sitting position, and looks around, seemingly not knowing where he is. [align=center]7... 8...[/align] Jack struggles to get to his feet, while Matt goes onto his knees. As he does that, he looks over to Manson, to see Jack getting to a vertical base. [align=center]9...[/align] |
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Jack slides into the ring, but Matt dives forward, and grabs his foot as he does. Jack is officially in the ring, but Matt pulls Jack with all his strength. Manson slides out of the ring again, against his will. Jack entering and exiting the ring, causes the referee to break the 10 Count, and start again. Meanwhile Jack is pulled to the outside of the ring, and gets his feet again. Matt gets up as he does so though, so both men are facing each other. Jack takes advantage of him being to his feet first, and quickly punches Impact. Matt stumbles backwards, and falls against the ring steps, holding his face. The referee starts his count again. [align=center]1... 2...[/align] Jack runs at Impact as he turns around, to hit a clothesline, but Matt hits Jack in the midsection while dodging the outstretched arm. Jack keels over, as Matt grabs Manson’s head. He goes to slam it down onto the steel ring steps, but Jack puts his hand down on them to stop himself. Matt tries to push Jack head down on them, but Manson then fires an elbow into the stomach of Impact, before grabbing the head off Matt himself, and successfully cracking Matt’s head against the ring steps. The crowd pop for this, as Jack throws the dazed King of Slam! back into the ring, before climbing in himself. KR: Take that! CM: Jack can’t do that to Impact, it should be the other way around! DV: Can you take your lips off Impact’s ass for 2 seconds, please? Jack stands in the ring, as Impact is on the canvas holding his face in pain. He clutches the ropes as he tries to get up. He knees shake a bit as he does, but Impact does finally stand. But Manson quickly grabs the head of Impact and walks him to the nearby corner. He suddenly starts smashing the head of Impact into the turnbuckle repeatedly. The crowd chant along the number of times Jack does it. CM: Is this how a champion should act? KR: Towards someone like Impact, yes. Jack finally leans back Impact, and hits one more almighty blow to the turnbuckle with Matt’s head. Impact bounces backwards to the floor, as Jack turns around, walks to the center of the ring, and releases another of his growling screams. The crowd pop for this, as the adrenaline pumps through the Heavyweight Champion. He walks over and grabs the already beaten head of Impact, lifting Matt up off the canvas. As he does that, he suddenly kicks Matt in the midsection and places Impact’s head between his legs. He then lifts Matt onto his shoulders, to hit a power bomb straight into the turnbuckle! But Impact suddenly starts to fire punches into the face of Manson. This causes the big Jack to lose his balance, and start to stumble backwards. Jack drops Impact, who lands on his feet right in front of Jack. He then suddenly grabs Jack, and slams him down to the floor with an STO. CM: And THAT’S why he’s the King of Slam! KR: Apparently Dean, no, Chip cannot remove his lips from Matt’s ass for 2 seconds. I mean, he's repeating himself now. CM: I am? Well I guess that shows how many times Matt proves why he's the King... The crowd boo as Jack’s drilled into the canvas by Matt. Impact soon gets to his feet after the move, and starts to stomp on the fallen Champion. He then suddenly jumps, and drops a knee right down onto Jack, winding the man. Matt gets up as Manson holds his stomach, trying to draw breath. Matt looks out to the crowd who are booing him immensely, but he just ignores it, as acts as if they are cheering. As he does, Manson rolls onto his front, and tries to heave himself up. He succeeds after making an almighty effort. But with his back facing Impact, he does not see Matt move in. Impact suddenly locks in a sleeper hold, bringing Manson into the center of the ring as he does. Jack’s eyes open in shock, as he suddenly starts to flail around. But his frantic movements are no good as Matt applies the pressure, and the blood slowly starts to stop pumping to the brain of the Heavyweight Champion. KR: A sleeper hold applied here to Jack Manson by the self-proclaimed King of Slam! CM: Get your camera phones out now, boys. This is the beginning of a new era, and the end of Jack Manson. The ref steps in for a closer look and it's clear to see Manson is just about out of it. The fire and energy in his eyes are gone, replaced with a far off look. The ref decides to start the count. The ref raises Jack's hand once, and when he lets go, it drops. Tommy counts it. [align=center]1...[/align] The ref raises it a second time. The crowd are reaching fever pitch now. It drops again. [align=center]2...[/align] The ref raises Jack's hand for a third time and it drops! But no! Manson stops his arm from dropping to a huge pop from the crowd. Tommy moves away, as his hand closes to a fist. Manson begins to shake slowly beginning to power out of the hold. He manages to get to his feet, despite Matt trying to push all of his weight down onto Manson. As he’s up, he suddenly fires an elbow into the stomach of Impact, followed by two more, until Matt breaks the hold. Manson nails Impact with stiff right hands as the crowd will him on. He then suddenly turns around and runs towards the opposite ropes. As he bounces off them, he goes heading straight towards Matt, but Impact ducks, kicks Jack in the gut, lifts him onto his shoulders and nails the Head on Collison!! He rolls Jack over onto his back, but one of Manson’s legs goes onto the bottom rope as he does. Matt and the ref do not realise, as Impact goes for the cover. [align=center]One… Two… Hutch suddenly slides into the ring! Three!![/align] That's it, it's over. Matt Impact has won the World Championship. The crowd boo heavily, unable to accept what has just occurred. But before Impact can celebrate Hutch informs the ref that Manson's foot was in fact on the ropes! The ref looks over and sees that Manson’s foot is on the ropes. He nods, and suddenly informs the timekeeper that the match shall continue. Hutch grins as he quickly makes his way out of the ring. Meanwhile, Matt slowly gets to his feet, raising his arms in the air. The crowd are cheering loudly for Hutch telling the ref about Jack’s foot. Impact takes it as them cheering him. Suddenly Tommy grabs Matt and turns him around. He tries to explain to Impact that Manson’s foot was on the ropes. Impact looks back at Jack, who’s barely moving on the canvas, and suddenly turns back to facing the ref, leering. Tommy Owens tries to talk to Matt about the match continuing, but Impact’s had enough of talking. He suddenly starts walking straight into the ref, intimidating him. Matt is furious with anger as he does this though, and the ref has no choice but start back into the corner. He tries to warn Impact, but Matt does not care, as he corners the ref in the turnbuckle. Tommy seems worried, and so he should be. But the crowd start cheering, as Manson gets up. Matt does not seem to notice as Manson shakes the cobwebs, before turning to face Impact. He suddenly runs at Matt with a burst of speed, but Impact looks behind him last minute, and jumps out of the way. Jack cannot stop, and Tommy Owens is suddenly crushed in the corner! Jack pulls away in shock, as the ref falls limply to the floor. CM: That is not the act of a Champion! KR: That’s Matt’s fault though! Just because he couldn’t accept that Jack had his foot on the ropes. DV: Well what happens now. Matt suddenly grabs Manson from behind and takes him down quickly with a Russian leg sweep, before sliding out of the ring. He’s on the opposite side from Hutch, as he reaches under, and suddenly brings out a chair! The crowd see this and start to boo, as Matt slides into the ring. He stands above Jack with a sadistic grin on his face, but just as he lifts the chair above his head, to bring it down on Manson, it’s suddenly pulled from his hands, from behind him. Matt turns around as the crowd pop. Impact turns and sees Hutch there with Matt’s chair in hand. Hutch suddenly shouts to Matt that since the ref’s knocked out, Hutch is now the referee! The crowd cheer, as Impact shouts in disbelief. KR: There’s a new referee in town! CM: THAT DAMN, DIRTY, DASTARDLY HUTCH! Matt tries to calm himself, as he turns and grabs the head of the already rising Manson. Matt looks at Hutch as if to say “Look at this then”. Jack is suddenly grabbed, and Matt hurls him in a belly to belly suplex. Jack is thrown over the top of Manson, and lands on his back on the canvas behind. Hutch just looks on, while Matt gets up. Impact grabs Jack and once again lifts him to his feet. He suddenly scoops up Jack and slams him down. KR: Scoop slam there onto the Heavyweight champ, Jack Manson. CM: By Matt Impact. Since you won’t bother to say who did it, I will. Matt decides to go for the pin. He covers Jack, and Hutch goes down to count it. [align=center]1... 2... KICKOUT![/align] KR: You’re not going to beat Jack Manson with a scoop slam, even if you are “The King of Slam!”. CM: Do I sense a bit of sarcasm in that comment? DV: Like when you’re mother said you were a good looking boy? CM: I’ll let you know my Mum was a very caring woman. DV: Yes, I heard. Tell me, how many hours did she spend on the street corner? I mean, the other time she must have been on her back…. Meanwhile, Impact has gotten to his feet again, and starts to stomp on Jack Manson. Manson cannot block these, as Impact keeps firing the feet into Jack. He suddenly picks up Manson and turns him around so that Jack’s back is facing Matt. He then locks in a Full Nelson. Jack’s eyes open as the pain starts to go through his shoulders and neck. Impact then attempts to suddenly pull off a Full Nelson Slam, but when he tries to, Jack suddenly breaks the hold Impact has on him. Jack turns around, and Matt goes to smash his forearm straight into Manson’s face. But Jack ducks, and goes behind Impact. He catches Matt of guard, and suddenly rolls Matt up from behind. CM: Stop that! [align=center]1... 2... KICKOUT![/align] Matt gets up before Jack, immediately heads straight towards Hutch. Jack being the more worn-out of the two, takes longer to get to his feet. Impact goes right up into the face of Hutch and starts to shout about Hutch counting fast. Hutch tries to shout to Matt to get back into the match, but Impact’s too convinced that Hutch is cheating him out of the title. CM: YOU TELL HIM MATT! KR: Can’t you see how desperate Matt is?! He’s blaming Hutch just because he got rolled up for the 2 count. Matt keeps shouting at Hutch, but the enforcer referee seems to have had enough of Matt accusing. Hutch suddenly goes down to one knee, and gives a low blow to Matt! Impact suddenly stops his accusations, and his hands go to his crotch, as the immense pain goes through. The crowd’s cheers are almost deafening, as Matt stumbles around. He turns around, just as Jack gets up. As he walks straight into Manson, Jack suddenly lifts Matt onto his shoulders but Matt slips out! KR: He went for PAIN! CM: DEAR GOD NO! Matt slides to the outside and leans on the timekeeper's table! Manson goes to the outside and IMPACT SPINS AROUND WITH THE RING BELL AND AIMS IT FOR MANSON BUT JACK BLOCKS IT! HE TAKES THE BELL AND SLAMS IT INTO IMPACT'S HEAD! HUTCH CALLS FOR THE BELL! CC: Here is your winner as a result of a Disqualification...MATT IMPACT! But still World Champion...Jack Manson! Impact threatens Charles Cruz as Hutch helps Jack slowly gets to his feet, Hutch goes to get the Heavyweight title and Down with the Sickness by Disturbed begins to play on the P.A. and Hutch hands Jack the title. CM: I told you Hutch couldn’t be trusted! Didn’t I tell you?! He called for an unfair DQ! KR: That was a fair call! Hutch raises Impact's hand but the King of Slam! snatches it back. Hutch then goes back to Jack, and suddenly knocks the belt out of Jack’s hand, jumping in the air and hitting a Slice of Fried Gold straight onto the champion! Jack’s neck suddenly crashes down onto Hutch’s shoulder. The crowd do not know how to react. Some are booing Hutch for attack Jack, but others are cheering, for the exact same reason. Hutch gets up with that huge, cocky grin on his face. KR: Slice of Fried Gold on Manson! Impact comes at Hutch, still with the ring bell in hand and Hutch dodges the attack...a second Slice of Fried Gold! He looks over the two laid out men that he faces at Anarchy in the UK, and bends over, picking up the Heavyweight title. Jack’s music cuts out. Hutch stares at the Heavyweight title in his hands, while both Jack and Matt are knocked out below him. KR: My God! Hutch just took out Jack! CM: See, what did I tell you?! Untrustworthy! Although I can’t blame him… DV: Give it a rest, Chip. KR: Look at Hutch. He stares at that belt as if it’s his future… DV: It might be. KR: That’s all we have time for this week. Next week is our last full Slam! before Anarchy in the UK. What will the repercussions of this be? Find out next week, when our last GM will be Maj Tahal. Until next time… [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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