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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; March 21, 2006 | |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 22 2006, 03:13 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align] The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Ragin', and Jim O'Brien all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates! [align=center]Wake Up![/align] Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly. [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Swytch yanks the steel chair from the referee's hands as Kennedy tries again to reclaim her feet. Tony Clarke moves up on Swytch JUST AS HE BLASTS KENNEDY IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, *Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…[/align] Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table, Here ya go create another fable![/align] The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!! [align=center]You wanted to! Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! [align=center]You wanted to! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Graver moves toward April and plunks her on the top rope in a sitting position before he himself climbs to the second rope, standing her up and grabbing her around the neck. Unfortunately, this “Big BAM!” never happens, as April shoves Graver off and he stumbles to the mat. He turns around, pissed-off, but it doesn’t last as April CAREENS off the top rope and DRIVES HIS FACE INTO THE MAT WITH A BULLDOG!! [align=center]You wanted to! Why dya leave the keys upon the table?[/align] Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!! [align=center]You wanted to![/align] The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown. [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] Alex spins him around, boots Loon in the midsection and DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING KI-KRUSHER MANEUVER! Alex pops back up to his feet, raising his arms in the air [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align] The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit! At the exact same time as Kailey is dodging Natalya, Ragin’ steps between the ropes. Kailey turns quickly almost bumping into Ragin’ and their eyes meet. The steel chair swings, seemingly in slow motion to all who are watching. His eyes never leave Kailey, her face scrunching up to brace for the impact. But it never comes. She opens her eyes as she hears the loud crack and the ‘ohhhhh!’ from the fans. She turns to see Natalya laying flat out moments after the sickening impact. Even with the mask on, you know Oni's gotta be smiling ear to ear with that manuever. He raises a fist to the air, nodding in self appreciation of his work. He grabs ahold of Shannon and brings him to his feet. He scoops Shannon up INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER! Swytch rears back with the steel chair, aiming at Kennedy's head and CRACKS STEEL AGAINST STEEL AS KENNEDY DUCKS ASIDE! The steel chair clatters to the ringside mats as Swytch's hands throb from the impact! Kennedy leaps up onto the steel steps and jumps onto Swytch's shoulders, DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR WITH A HURRACANRANA! [align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Wake Up! *Whispered* Wake up[/align] Dante climbs up to his feet and pulls Ragin’ up, tucking his head between his legs. Kailey is on the floor, screaming at Dante to get back in the ring. Dante looks down at her and that’s a mistake BECAUSE RAGIN’ RISES UP SENDING DANTE OVER WITH A BACKDROP AND CRASHING BACK DOWN THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES! Ninja scribbles on his sign on the top rope before holding it up for all to see… "DANGEROUS~~!!!" The crowd go crazy as Melanie turns around just in time for Ninja perform a SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO HER!! Both crash to the canvas, Ninja on top and Melanie on the bottom! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Dante thinks quickly and drives the point of his elbow between Hype’s shoulder blades!! He rehooks the arm THEN DRAGS HYPE OVER THE LADDER AND DRIVES HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align] Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE! [align=center]Here ya go create another fable! You wanted to![/align] Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to![/align] Once Graver is at a steady enough vertical base, APRIL LEAPS FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON PN GRAVER! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to![/align] Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table You wanted to![/align] Kennedy bounces off the ropes and leaps up and spins around going into a wheel barrow position. She pushes off the canvas and grabs Ragin’ around the head, but he ducks his head out of her grasp and sits out PLANTING KENNEDY FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!! [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align] Kailey runs in and butts the extinguisher into Nadia's stomach, doubling her over! Kailey throws the extinguisher aside before shoving Nadia's head between her legs. Kailey glances out into the crowd before hoisting Nadia up in a Crucifix! Kailey sits out DROPPING NADIA FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CRUCIFIX REVERSE FACE DRIVER!! [align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align] The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snatching Onikage by his leather mask Jim runs his thumb across his throat and shouts out “BURNING! HAMMER!” The fans go into frenzy as Jim lifts Onikage up onto his shoulders and sets him up. The Monster of TNT walks around with Onikage on his shoulders for a few seconds to allow each side of the arena to see it. He then drives Onikage skull first into the canvas with the Burning Hammer! Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!! The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen… [align=center] [/align]…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team. JH: Hello ladies and gentleman and welcome to the Comcast Center here in College Park, Maryland! TM: I'm Thomas Moore, he's Jonathan Hitchen, and we've got another great one for you tonight. Including, but not limited to, tonight's main-event! JH: It's a Deja Vu Re-Match with a twist! Kailey Lane and Ragin' will go one-on-one but this time it's No Disqualification! TM: And that opens up a whole new set of doors. At Deja Vu, Kailey beat Ragin' by using a steel chair to her advantage. And Ragin'... has he won any matches cleanly? JH: Not that I recall, no. But we've also got two... that's right, two! matches for Onikage. And Jim O'Brien has been given the task of picking Onikage's opponents. TM: You have to admit, Onikage had that coming. But what about Tag Team Titles?! TNT has a chance to get them back at Anarchy In The UK and there are two of the best teams in the history of professional wrestling vying for the spot! JH: In the history of professional wrestling? That might be a touch of an understatement, Thomas. But the Merchants of Menace have had great success together, not to mention former Tag Team Champions themselves. And Smarty Smark's newly formed Funky Bunch saw six-person tag team success last week, can Kendra and Ninja continue the streak? TM: But before that! The awesomest of all the awesomes in the world... GRAVER! He's gonna take on the self-proclaimed Gentleman James Barrett! Barrett's already got a pinfall victory over the former Fighting Spirit Champion Remy. Can he pin the new champ in non-title action as well? JH: Very good question, Thomas. But we'll have to wait to answer it because we're starting with a fatal four-way. Sudden Death Mayhem. The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers… [align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align] …Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a fatal four way, sudden death match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Kings Beach, California, weighing in at 211lbs, ALEX, EVAAAAAAAAANSSSS!!! [align=center]Lift Up The Receiver I'll Make You A Believer![/align] …Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin. TM: I like this guy, he’ll go far. JH: And you’re basing that on? TM: On the fact that I like him. JH: …Ok then. The openning strains of Coheed and Cambria's "welcome home" starts over the PA, the lights already darkened, as the acoustic guitar gives way to an electric pyros explode, the camera view switches to behind the entrance way where we see Shannon Micheals standing in the entrance way wearing his long sleevless hooded trenchcoat. As the heavy riff starts Shannon walks out of the entranceway, he walks down the entrance almost ingoring the fans slowly. His face covered by his long hair. As he gets down to the ring he looks into it then looks around the arena lifting his hood slightly. Shannon then gets onto the ring apron as the lyrics begin "You could've been all I wanted But you weren't honest Now get in the ground You choked off the surest of favors But if you really loved me You would've endured my world" MA: From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 225lbs, SHANNON MICHEAAAAAAALS!!! Shannon leaps over the top rope and pulls back his hood outstrecthing his arms. He then slaps his chest and points to the crowd. "Well you're just as I presumed A whore in sheep's clothing Fucking up all I do And if so here we stop Then never again Will you see this in your life" Shannon removes his coat and throws it over the top rope bouncing on the balls of his feet. [align=center]"Hey amigos . . ."[/align] Rich mariachi music begins to play, scintilating the crowd with the promise of something spicy. However, nothing spicy this way comes as the lights cut and the entryway is illuminated a dusty yellow. The giant shape of the skull cowboy lumbers onstage as Rammstein's familiar thundering guitars kick in. He stands with his legs shoulder width apart and his head bowed. A caw is heard and a huge raven flies down from the rafters, lighting on the cowboy's left shoulder. JH: This guy creeps me out. TM: You and me both. He dredges toward the ring with methodical slowness, paying no mind to the fans as they cheer both ways on either side of him. He steps below the top rope, the raven giving another cry before it flaps to the near turnbuckle. The cowboy removes his hat and coat, setting them in his corner and staring a hole through his opponent with his nothing eyes. MA: From Angel Fire, New Mexico, weighing in at 349lbs, THE SKULL, COOOOOWBOOOOOOY!!! Cult of Personality bursts through the PA and as the drums kick in, Loon makes his way out, with a big smile. He jumps into the air as red pyros go BOOM! and he runs down the wooden catwalk and over the ropes and into the ring. MA: And finally, from Milan, Illinois, weighing in at 195lbs, LOOON, TWO POINT FIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!! He climbs up on the upper-right turnbuckle and raises his hands as the crowd roars. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same, to the same cheap pop. He then hops down, loosens his neck, and turns to the stage. JH: The cowboy has the weight advantage here. TM: Not to mention the scary ass freak advantage. JH: A ruthless powerhouse against three high flyers, and they’re gonna need all their speed and skill to avoid crashing back down to earth at the hands of the cowboy. Richard Kelly explains the rules to the four men as they look around at their opponents from their respective corners. They all nod their understanding and the ref steps out of the middle and calls for the bell. DING, DING!! Both Shannon and Loon are the first to move. From opposite corners they step forward, ready to set things off with a bang, but Alex has other ideas. Shannon looks to charge The Loon but Evans barrels into him, tackling him back into his corner. He unloads on the winded Micheals with a flurry of forearms and elbows as Loon looks on, a tad disappointed. He shrugs and turns toward the forth competitor, the muscle bound skull headed cowboy staring at him from within those empty sockets. Loon thinks about making a move, but decides against it, instead he grins politely at him and sets off for the Evas/Micheals corner. He charges in, steps off Alex’s back and wraps his legs around his head, dragging him back down with a reverse Hurricanrana! JH: Nice move there from the Loon. TM: The ‘rana? Or the not attacking skully mc-freak boy? JH: Both. Shannon stumbles forth from the corner as Loon drags Alex to his feet. He takes him by the wrist and shoots him off into an empty corner, then turns to see Shannon stood beside him. The two men nod in some kind of understanding, then charge in, both of them leaving their feet and cracking Evans with a Double Moonsault Dropkick! The crowd love it, and both Loon and Shannon land perfectly on their feet. JH: Nice bit of team work there. TM: That won’t last. The two high fliers seem to be concocting a plan as they converse in centre ring, but something distracts them. A loud cawing sound draws their attention and causes both men to turn round…right into a HUGE double lariat from the cowboy! JH: LARIOOOOTOOOOOOH!!! Both men snap back to the canvas, their heads cracking off the white as the cowboy walks straight through and heads for Evans. JH: This guy’s such an imposing figure. He closes in on his prey, but Evans kicks his legs up and wraps them round the cowboy’s skull, dragging him face first into the top turnbuckle with a modified ‘Rana! He rolls clear, popping up behind the cowboy with a cocky smile as he looks around the arena form conformation of his awesomeness. JH: Big mistake, you can’t get all cocky and arrogant when you’re in the ring with a monster like the cowboy. He doesn’t care for cocky, he’ll just plough through you. TM: If he was so good he wouldn’t have let Evans drive his shiny bonce into the turnbuckle. The cowboy turns round and moves in on Evans, who responds with a STIFF right hand to his jaw. Nothing. Alex hits him again, and again, and again and the cowboy’s head is forced to the side, but he simply turns it back and stares down the shocked Evans. JH: My God, it’s like those fists had no effect. None at all. Alex isn’t giving up that easily. He runs the ropes behind him and comes back with a clothesline -- No! The cowboy swings at him, but Alex ducks and hits the opposite set of ropes. He rebounds and leapfrogs over the cowboy, grabbing his head on the way down and slamming it into the canvas with a Leapfrog Bulldog! TM: Whoo! See? He ain’t so tough. The cowboy bounces over onto his back with the force of the impact. Alex takes to his feet as Loon and Shannon pull themselves back to theirs on opposite side of the ring, and all three are shocked to see the cowboy sitting up as if nothing even happened. TM: Aw jeeze. Again Shannon and Loon glance at each other, communicating through the telepathy that all high flying spot monkeys share. They each run to an opposite set of ropes, Loon in front of skull, Shannon behind, and they both meet in the middle with a double Dropkick that sandwiches the cowboy’s head! JH: Ooh, what an impact. That sent him down. TM: Yeah but for how long? All three men move in on the downed goliath and begin stomping away on his form as hard they can, not giving him a chance to re-gather himself. Alex barks some orders at the other two as he and Shannon haul the cowboy to his feet. Loon backs up and prepares himself as his opponents come partners drag the beast over to the ropes and lean him back onto them. They fire a few chops across his chest and then lean out of the way as Loon comes running in with a Karate Kick to his skull shouting “I KICK YOU!!!”, while Alex and Shannon apply a double clothesline! The whole thing sends the cowboy over the top rope and out of their hair for the time being. JH: Smart move by the cruisers. He crashes into the mats and Loon turns back into the ring shouting, “I AM A BADASS MOTHER --” but gets abruptly cut off as Alex fires a clothesline across the back of his head! JH: LARIOTOOOHHH!!! Loon crashes into the canvas and Evans bends down to pick him up, but Shannon hits the side ropes and comes running in with a Spinning Neckbreaker that snaps Alex down into the canvas next to the Loon. Shannon is quick to roll to his feet, he glances back at the two men and heads for the near ropes, leaping off the middle cable with a Moonsault that sees him crashing down on both men! He hooks Alex’s leg as he’s the only one with back to canvas. [align=center]One! Two -- Kickout!![/align] Alex kicks out with relative ease and Shannon quickly hops to his feet. He brings Alex up with him and reaches back, wrapping an arm around his head as if he were about to hit a Stunner. Instead, he runs toward the ropes, steps up onto the second, then the third then flips over and brings Evans back down to the canvas with a Reverse DDT! JH: Beautiful move from Shannon there. He’s quick to get back to his feet, but before he can continue his assault, Loon leaps into action behind him, grabbing him by the back of the head and snapping him down into the canvas with a leaping Neckbreaker! He fires a few boots to Shannon’s gut before heading for the ropes, leaping onto the second cable and -- getting grabbed by the skull cowboy! TM: Oh-oh, now he’s pissed. The cowboy has Loon by the head, and DRAGS him over the top rope to the floor below. He crashes into the (un)protective mats and the cowboy circles him like a vulture over it’s prey. Loon rolls onto his back, dazed and confused and quite sure what’s going on as the cowboy reaches down and wraps a pair of giant hands around his throat. He drags him up to his feet, past his feet even so he’s dangling from the monster’s grasp, before he tosses him into the audience barricades! JH: RAISING THE DEEEEAADAAAHHH!!! TM: If he wasn’t dead before he sure as hell is now. Back in the ring, Alex has taken to his feet and is moving in on the slowly rising Shannon. He waits for him to stand upright before barrelling into him and forcing him into the ropes. He whips him off and sends him hurtling across the ring, catching him on the rebound with a Flapjack and bringing him back down to Earth with the… JH: EVANS OPENIIIIIIING!!! Alex drops into the cover…but is dragged by his leg clear out of the ring by the skull cowboy! JH: He said he’d punish these “inferiors” here tonight, whether he wins the match or not, and it looks as if that’s exactly what he’s gonna do. The cowboy drags Evans to his feet, but Alex fights back! He fires a boot to his gut, followed by a right to his jaw, but neither seems to have much effect. He fires another, and another, and another and the skulled one starts to waver, backing up ever so slightly. Alex takes a few steps back, and launches himself at the cowboy with a Lario -- NO! Skull fires a boot into his gut and clamps his hands around Alex’s head! JH: HELL IS THAT NOISE!!! Alex screams in pain as the cowboy squeezes his brain as hard as he can. Kelly yells at him to bring it back into the ring, threatening disqualification, but the cowboy doesn’t give a crap. TM: It’s not gonna count if he taps out there. Back in the ring, Shannon is climbing to his feet and the Loon has pulled himself back onto the apron. He pulls himself back into the ring and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Shannon turns his attention to the fiasco on the outside, moving over to the ropes next to Richard Kelly, and Loon sees his opportunity. He runs up behind him, slams a boot into his spine and brings him back into a reverse chancery! JH: LOONER ECLI -- NO!! Loon spins but Shannon manages to push him off! The Loon staggers forward before twisting round, right into a boot from Micheals! He hooks his head and BAM! JH: BAD THINGS HAPPEN!!! Shannon goes for the pin and Kelly drops into the count! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] “Welcome Home” blasts through the speakers as Shannon hops to his feet, celebrating his win. JH: He did it! I gotta say, in a match featuring that monster cowboy I had my doubts. TM: If that monster focused more on the match rather then punishing people he could have walked this one. On the outside, Aelx is still at the mercy of the cowboy, thumping his palm against the mats but with the match over the ref’s word means nothing. Not that the cowboy took any notice anyway. Eventually, Alex decides to get out of it himself, and fires an arm up between the cowboy’s legs! JH: Oooh, doesn’t matter how big you are… Cowboy releases his grip and Evans slips from his grasp, holding his head in his hands as he backs up to the barricades. He takes a moment to deal with the throbbing pain in his head, but then looks up to see the skulled one coming back for more. Not wanting to go through all that again, Alex fights through the pain…and leaps over the barricade, backing off into the crowd as he cradles his head and runs for cover. JH: Smartest thing he’s ever done. TM: I don’t blame him. Skull turns his attention back to the heathens in the ring, obviously not in the mood for a chase today. He pulls himself up into the apron and stoops through the ropes, spotting Shannon celebrating on a far turnbuckle. Thankfully, Shannon turns round just in time to see the beast stalking him, and leaps off the buckle to the outside, backing up the beside the walkway and shaking his finger. And so the cowboy turns on Loon. JH: Oh no, come on now. TM: Hehe, I never liked that little runt. Loon stirs on the canvas, opening his glazed eyes and pointing them straight up, into the hollows of the cowboy’s face. He doesn’t have the time nor the wherewithal to move as the cowboy drags him to his feet and shoves his head between his legs. He looks out to the crowd. JH: Oh jeeze, leave the kid alone, come on. Shannon stops halfway up the walkway, not sure what to do. Torn between helping Loon and not getting his ass handed to him by the giant freak in the ring. Skull has no such quandary though as he heaves Loon up onto his shoulders, drops his right arm…and then SLAMS him into the canvas! JH: BOMBAMUERTE! Good God. Skull leans over the destroyed Loon, slowing whispering something inaudible, no doubt in his native tongue while Shannon Micheals watches on in disbelief from the walkway. JH: Shannon picks up the win, Evans gets the hell out of dodge -- TM: Loon gets destroyed! Hehe. JH: And the skull cowboy leaves an imposing mark on proceedings. And this is only the first match! Lord knows what the rest of the night holds in store. TNT finds itself backstage in Funky Bunch territory, where we find The Canadian Enforcer; K-Funk, the talented and beautiful *coughBattleAxcough* Kendra Norton. She's seen seated on a folding chair, lacing up her boots. But soon her concentration is broken from her boots as she sees a new pair of black boots make their way into the picture. She looks upwards as our camera pans upwards to find... Oh no... Jim O'Brien. She slowly rises to her feet, her eyes not leaving the eyes of TNT's Monster. Kendra takes a breath, then inquires. Kendra: What do you want? That was a bit rough sounding, don't you think? Being all "What do you want?" with somebody who, y'know, LOVED her? What a bitch. O'Brien: Well, looks like somebody got over somebody awful quick. Kendra: Yeah, its called "moving on." Instead of slicing and dicing yourself like a butcher, you should give it a try. Jim smirks as he breaks eye contact temporatily, then looks back into Kendra's eyes. O'Brien: "TNT's Butcher. . ." I like that. If not for R.T. Cutting, I think I'd use that. But that's besides the point. Jim places his hands behind his back as he seems to grow a lil' more comfortable with his ex. Though, did they actually start dating? O'Brien: Y'see, there may be no honor in your personal life, what with aligning with Onikage and Smarty Smark. But in that ring, you show sportswomanship and honor like no other. So, right after your tag team match tonight, which ought to be a walk in the park for you, you would have no problem... Jim brings a hand into view, this time holding a wad of black and white striped cotton which droops out of his hand. O'Brien: Being the referee for Onikage's first match of the evening. With both hands, Jim open's the wad of cotton into the black and white striped Referee shirt found on all of TNT's referees. Kendra doesn't look too pleased at Jim's proposition as her face starts to turn red and her vocal tone turning to the agitated variety. Kendra: Are you serious? O'Brien: *with a big, dumb grin on his face the likes of which Jack Nicholson could only pull off besides Jim* Absolutely! Kendra: Are you aware how crazy you sound? You're asking me to be the referee for one of the matches for my sensei? My sensei? What is this, some kind of joke? O'Brien: *with sarcastic sincerity* Come now, Kendra. I take myself and my business very seriously. If I was joking I would've asked dear old J.J. Kendra places her hands on her hips, an annoyed sigh escaping from her body. She looks at the referee shirt, then at Jim's goofy-ass lookin' grin. To the pinstripes, then the Monster. Kendra then grabs the Referee shirt out of Jim's hands and places it at her side. Kendra: I dunno what pills you're hopped up on to make a decision like this-- O'Brien: Prozac. Kendra: Whatever. But I'll play along with your crazy game. And hopefully you pick yourself as my sensei's opponent for the match I'll be the referee for. O'Brien: What a great idea! It's with a mind like that that'll get you someplace in wrestling, Kendra. As if the poor girl couldn't get more agitated, she grumbles. Kendra: Is that all you wanted? Because I have a match to prep for and don't have time to waste on you. O'Brien: Well... I would love a pony-- Kendra: *rathed pissed off* If you don't get out-- Jim puts his palms up, backing up a step. O'Brien: Okay, okay. Calm down, sister. *smiles* See you later, referee-gator. But Kendra doesn't reflect Jim's joy. Guess smiles AREN'T contagious like they say in school. Kendra: After while, jackass. O'Brien: *suprised* Hey, that doesn't rhyme. Kendra: I'm counting to three. ONE! O'Brien: Alright, I'm leaving. Jim takes a few more steps back and then turns around, walking out of the picture. As we follow Jim, we see Kendra crossing her arms over her chest as she watches Jim disappear from view. Meanwhile as we follow Jim, he mutters. O'Brien: Let the foreshadowing commence. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Cut. Cut. Cutting into the Throwdown broadcast, we find ourselves backstage at the Comcast Center to find roving reporter Toby Bostock, looking as timid as ever, holding a microphone in his hand. To his left stands the hero of the hour, dressed in his wrestling gear and smirking like a smug Cheshire cat; 'The Gentleman', James Barrett. As 'The Gentleman' stares into the distance, Toby clears his throat to draw James' attention, then raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to address the world through the power of television. Toby: "Hi everyone! Toby Bostock here with James Barrett, just a short while before he goes one-on-one with Graver in a non-title contest.." James: "You'd think that.." Toby: "Excuse me? Are you saying that you aren't facing Graver?" A sympathetic smirk crosses James' face. James: "Don't worry yourself with what I'm saying, Toby. It's too complex for a lad of your age - wait until you hit puberty before you concern yourself with what I have to say. Now, if I remember correctly, you're into all that science fiction nonsense, aren't you?" Toby: "Yes I am. Stargate, Star Wars, Star Trek.." James: "Wonderful, I'm sure. So, how about you beam yourself up, Scotty, and give me that microphone?" As Toby looks on in confusion, James snatches the microphone away from the interviewer, then shoves Toby out of shot, leaving the camera focused solely on 'The Gentleman'. James: "Have I got your attention, Graver? Hopefully, I do. Hopefully, right now, you're sat in your locker room, staring at the Fighting Spirit Championship, knowing that you're just two quick steps away from losing that belt. Tonight, I defeat you in the centre of the ring and claim number one contendership to the belt that you carry. Then, when Madison Lee sees fit, I'll come at you for one more round, this time with it being for the Fighting Spirit Championship. It may not be next Tuesday, or the Tuesday after, or even the Tuesday in Texas, but it'll happen and I'll be in that 'elite' of people to beat you cleanly. The 'elite' that you claim there to be less than three of, and I'll have done it twice.." 'The Gentleman' smirks at the camera, then turns away as Toby tries to take back his microphone, prompting James to pie-face the poor interviewer, forcing him out of the shot once more. James: "I still have the secret weapon that no-one in this promotion knows about. The Gridlock is still at my disposal. It's never been show-cased, so you don't know what to expect. It could be a submission hold; it could be a piledriver; for all you know, Graver, it could be a swift kick to the testicles. You just don't know what to expect from me, because I still haven't laid all of my cards on the table and.." Suddenly, James stops in mid-sentence and the camera pans out to reveal Toby Bostock still stood on James' right, now suffering a nose bleed from being pie-faced, whilst to the left of 'The Gentleman' is his associate, dressed in a green polo shirt and white khaki trousers, Jon Talos. Much to James' dismay, Jon grins and looks extremely excited, whilst holding something behind his back, out of everyone's sight. Jon: "Glad I caught you, James.." James: "I don't need any luck, but thanks." Jon: "I'm not here to wish you luck; I know you've got this match against Graver in the bag. Remember the conversation we had in that restaurant last Wednesday? Well, because you didn't give me a definite answer, I opted to go ahead and start work.." James: "Start work? What exactly have you started work on, Jon?" Jon: "The James Barrett World Tour!" As Jon says this, he pulls out the item from behind his back, revealing it to be a blue t-shirt depicting James' grinning face on top of the American national flag; Old Glory. Almost instantly, James' facial expression changes from intrigue to a look of shock, then begins to glare at Jon. Jon: "Well, what do you think? The media team felt that it put you in a pro-America light, which is something you've lacked since arriving here.." James: "I.." Not even wanting to finish his sentence, James shakes his head and pushes past Jon, headed off toward the production area in preparation for his non-title match later in the show. As Jon stands watching James walk away, Toby walks back into the shot with his face covered in the now-dried blood that oozed from his nose. Jon: "You like it, don't you?" Toby: "I think it's awesome." As Toby admires the t-shirt, Jon gives him an odd look, then yanks the t-shirt away from the interviewer and quickly exits stage left, following James in the direction of the production area, leaving Toby by himself. After a few seconds, we fade out, whilst Toby checks his nose for fresh blood.. Is that a lemon? The camera zooms in closer and we can see that we are indeed looking at a lemon, it’s sitting on some sort of wooden table. We pan back out to see that there are two black candles on each side of the lemon, both are unlit and behind them sit two purple candles. We can also see a small pile of nails, another bowl with some oil in it and a piece of paper. The camera settles on this spot, seeming happy that we cant see anything else around the table. “The law of karma says that everything you do will come back to you times three, the good and the bad.” With that bit of information someone’s hands appear, one is red with what looks like blood and the other is holding a knife. The person seems to sit down in front of the little table and pause for a second, taking a deep breath. “Sometimes, karma doesn’t work fast enough, or for whatever reason doesn’t work at all, and you have to help it along.” With that the candles light almost like someone flicked a switch for them, but the hands that we can see never left the table. A satisfied sound emerges from the unknown lips as she reaches for the lemon and quickly makes a deep slice in it. “There are also times when karma just seems too lenient and again, I find myself having to take things into my own hands….Then of course, there are times that I just want to really see someone suffer…” She pulls the lemon open, though not fully and slides the slip of paper inside, from the glance that we got it looked to be a picture of someone, but it was not still long enough for us to figure out who…could have been a women, or a long haired man…or perhaps a man in a wig or a short haired woman in a wig…you get the idea. The picture is then closed up inside the lemon where we cant speculate on the wig or no wig issue anymore. “I’ve been thinking about this one for a long time, there’s a lot of built up anger, that I just can’t wait to take out…Of course this is only precursor…so to speak…” With that she starts jabbing the nails in to the lemon, with a good amount of force. The candles a flickering a bit with her movements, there’s some grunting…it’s almost like that lemon killed her entire family and she’s getting revenge on it now. Nine nails later….there’s a pause and a long breath before she starts speaking again. “I’m sure that some of you have figured out what’s coming…fewer still may have figured out who’s coming…but the thing that none of you know is the power I bring with me this time. I made waves before…” Pause. “…but this time…oh this time, is going to be more like a tsunami.” With that the now nail infested lemon is tossed into the bowl with the oil in it and the camera moves down to focus on it. The candles go out and we hear footsteps moving away, then time speeds up, the sun rises and falls and we watch the lemon rot, in the bowl seeming untouched right before our eyes. |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 22 2006, 03:14 AM Post #2 |
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The PA kicks into life with the opening strains of "Layla" by Eric Clapton and the crowd begin booing as James Barrett saunters through the curtain into the arena. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, on his way to the ring… from Earl’s Court, London, England… The Gentleman… JAMES! BARREEETT!!! Standing atop the stage, James looks out at the crowd with a smug grin on his face and flicks his head from side to side, then makes his way down the catwalk for the ring, pointing and shouting at the fans who are showing their distain for him. TM: This is gonna be a tough match to call, Hitchen. JH: I know what you mean, Thomas. Such contrasting styles, it’s gonna be real hard to keep track of all the action. TM: No, I mean, I don’t know whether I should be biased toward Graver or James Barrett! It’s gut-wrenching! Upon reaching the apron, James wipes his boots on the apron and motions for the referee to hold the ropes apart, before stepping into the ring. James gives a sarcastic wave to the booing fans and runs to the far side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes into a slow jog, before backing up and stretching as he waits for the match to get underway. [align=center]"One time I saw a filipino cab driver cut out a cancer with a rusty butter knife."[/align] MA: And his opponent… from Detroit Michigan, he is your Fighting Spirit Champion… The ultra-heavy guitars of Rob Zombie's new single "Let it All Bleed Out" rock into our ears as the lights begin to flash white and red in strobe. Smoke pours from the entryway, the drums explode into existance, and a familiar face comes rockin' out onstage. MA: GRRRRRAAVERRRRR!!! [align=center]BLEED! BLEED! BLEED IT OUT! YEAH![/align] Graver steps past the strobes and fog so that his whole body is visible, getting pelted by boos and a few pieces of garbage. He slaps the gold around his waist a few times before raising both hands in a double deuce to his "fans" and making his way to the ring. He ducks under the top rope, raising both arms to New York salute everyone behind him, Stone Cold-style. Graver moves to the nearest turnbuckle and springs up on top of it, pointing to a fan and mocking him before taking the title off his waist and holding it up by th strap, flipping one last bird with the other hand. Graver hops down and hands the title to the referee, giving very specific instructions as to its treatment while out of his care. [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] James charges in at Graver and NAILS a forearm smash to his face! The champ is set reeling into the ropes, but James doesn’t seem too interested in the ropes, and instead pushes Graver downward, locking in a front chancerie. TM: Ooh, from here we could see a brainbuster, or a DDT, or a suplex, or… JH: Or a front facelock. Barrett doesn’t seem to be taking the move anywhere, simply tightening his hold with it. TM: Yeah, or that. He pulls Graver away from the ropes toward the center of the ring. Graver throws a few punches to the Gentleman’s kidney, but Barrett responds by wrenching the hold a bit more, causing Graver to spasm slightly. TM: A simple, but effective move applied by James Barrett! Who knew someone from England could be so talented? JH: He truly is impr--HEY! Barrett decides it’s time to switch things up a bit, and twists Graver around into a variation on a hangman’s choke. JH: Interesting way to take the move, James Barrett is now applying a sort of hangman’s chokehold on Graver. And of course, there’s Tony Clarke, the “whole reffin’ show”, checking the hold. TM: What, does he think the GENTLEMAN James Barrett is gonna cheat by choking his opponent!? Unheard of! JH: You say the same thing about Graver, Thomas. TM: And I stand by it! James is now approaching the turnbuckle. He maintains the hold but drops Graver low to his feet as he scales the second rope. TM: What’s he doing here? Something genius no doubt. JH: Well he’s earning the ire of Tony Clarke, that’s for sure! Tony instituting the mandatory five count for abuse of the ropes… But before Tony can get to “four”, Barrett pushes off the second rope and FLIPS over Graver’s head!! TM: What athletic prowess! What skill! JH: I thought you hated flippy-floppy cruiserweight stuff? TM: This isn’t flippy-floppy cruiserweight stuff. This is flippy-floppy TECHNICAL stuff. See that? Barrett has managed to shift that hold into… … looks like a Butterfly Hold! Yes, with James Barrett on one knee now, and Graver painfully squashed in the wrong way, Barrett has underhooked Graver’s arms and is now applying a painful submission. JH: It’s a wonder Graver hasn’t tapped out with all these submission maneuvers. Has he even got a shot in yet? TM: Sure! Them kidney punches earlier. Impressive stuff, that. JH: Quite.[/sarcasm] Barrett suddenly stands up, grants a few knees to Graver’s chest, and pulls him upright! JH: Good lord! A double underhook piledriver!? This early in the match, Barrett might-- But he doesn’t. Instead Barrett hefts Graver onto his shoulder, and begins WRENCHING and PULLING on his arms! TM: Nice try Hitchen, but I believe what we’re seeing here is a variation on the Canadian backbreaker! JH: Your observational skills are only exceeded by your ego, Thomas. TM: Thanks! Barrett suddenly takes a few steps forward and bends himself back, PLANTING Graver to the mat with a sort of-- TM: SSSSUUUUUUPLEXXAAAAHHHH!!! JH: Hell yes it was a suplex! Sort of a Canadian backbreaker, Queen suplex variant… and Barrett’s got the bridge! He’s still maintaining that submission!! Yep, with Graver on his stomach (thus incapable of being pinned) Barrett maintains the hold on the Reject’s arms as Graver shouts 31 flavors of obscenities. Cherry Garcia, Phish Food, Chunky Monkey… all the favorites! JH: Graver’s in a bad way here, and I said it before; I’m surprised he hasn’t just plain given up yet. TM: Hey, don’t doubt Graver, Hitchen. James Barrett may be a master of submissions, but Graver’s a tough-as-nails ass-kicker! He’ll do something yet, just you watch. JH: Let’s hope so, for the sake of the few fans Graver has. This would be an embarrassing shut-out for the Fighting Spirit Champion. Graver, as though following some sort of cue from the announcers… perhaps passed through the referee and relayed by secret code… nah, couldn’t be. Anyway, Graver suddenly realizes his position and JAMS a heel into the small of Barrett’s back! The jarring kick causes Barrett to bend upward in pain, overextend his arms, and collapse back to the mat. Graver breaks free of the hold and scrambles to his corner, tightly hugging the ropes while working the kinks out of his shoulders. TM: HE DID IT! JH: Well, good for Graver, despicable man though he is. It’s always unfortunate to see a wrestler shut out like that. TM: Damn straight. Now let’s see some o’ that old Graver offense, huh? JH: If anything, he sure is offensive. Barrett gets to his feet rather quickly, and walks over to Graver. The FSC pulls himself upward with the ropes and in desperation, FLINGS himself at the Gentleman. Barrett doesn’t seem to have been expecting this, and gets flattened to the mat. TM: Cross body! Or… spear! Or… something! WHOO! Graver shrugs and begins throwing clubbing fists to James’s head and shoulders. Barrett quickly puts up his forearms to block the shots, so Graver stands and begins putting the boots to his ribs. Wisely, Barrett rolls away and stands up as fast as he can. He sails at Graver with a quick clothesline, flattening him to the mat, but Graver pops back up MUCH quicker than expected. Barrett hits the opposite ropes and comes back with another lariat, but this one is ducked by Graver who grabs Barrett by the shoulder, wheels him around, drops a boot to his gut and-- TM: BAM!!! -- nails a stunner right across the neck/chin area! Barrett flops to the mat, clutching at his neck before getting right back up! JH: Would you look at that resiliencymentation!? TM: What? Graver moves in to put some screws to Barrett, but instead gets A FACEFULL OF STANDING DROPKICK!! JH: STUNNING attack from James Barrett! TM: Graver did a freaking reverse somersault!! Woozily, Graver finds his feet again. He shakes his head, snapping out of it, and sneers nastily. Barrett gets up as well and Graver makes with a charge, crossing his arms and FORCING his body weight into Barrett’s chest, throwing his arms out as the Gentleman crashes to the mat! JH: There was a lot of velocity in that cross-arm body check by Graver. I think we may be seeing a more even playing field tonight. Graver makes a vertical leap, and comes CRASHING down on Barrett’s cranium with a five-knuckle pie! He quickly grabs Barrett by both shoulders and applies-- TM: Two-fisted nerve pinch!! James Barrett flops in pain as Graver presses his two first fingers into both of the Gentleman’s shoulder nerves! Barrett finally manages to snake a hold-breaking punch into Graver’s face, and the champ stands up and takes two steps back. JH: Wise escape from James Barrett there. Barrett leans forward, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching his shoulder. Graver notices and DARTS for the opposite ropes, rebounding and charging toward Gentleman Jim. He raises his leg at the last second and NAILS a sternum-shattering kick to Barrett’s chest! He flattens against the canvas, and Graver falls into a cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! NO! Barret kicks out![/align] JH: The Gentleman says “I’m not ready to be put away yet!” TM: I didn’t hear a thing. Does your ass dildo say this to you sometimes, Hitchen? JH: Fuck you. TM: Well that was rude. Blunt, though. Kinda like Graver. I give it a 7.0. An additional insult afterward, like “fuck you, assbender” would’ve raised it to a 8.5 at least. Graver smashes his fists into the mat in frustration as Barrett rises. He hunkers down and grabs Graver for a belly-to-back suplex, but JUST before gravity would take over on the move, Barrett THROWS THE BOTH OF THEM FORWARD, SMASHING GRAVER INTO THE CANVAS!! JH: ATOMIC WHIP!! TM: You knew the name of that move? I was gonna call it “cool slammy thing”. JH: Knowledge is power, Thomas. And a few more zeroes on the paycheck. Barrett quickly climbs the ropes while Graver is down from the devastating move. He perches there, waiting, holding his weight. Tony Clarke recommends a few times that he get the hell down, but Barrett doesn’t seem to concerned about that. Graver finally rises. He holds his head in pain for a second, then remembers where he is and quickly looks around for James. TM: Oh, Graver! You know better than this! Don’t turn around… ! Thomas’ advice goes unheard, sadly, and Graver wheels around to catch A FLYING OVERCAST THAT SENDS BOTH MAN CRASHING INTO THE MATS!! JH: HIGH SOCIETY!!! TM: High Society ONE, Hitchen. Get it right. Barrett quickly pops back to standing and extends both arms, smirking cockily at the booing crowd. He looks to grab Graver, but Graver isn’t there! JH: Where’d he go? A cameraman at ringside captures Graver’s butt sticking out from under the ring as James looks in the complete opposite direction for him. TM: Ha! He must’ve rolled out after that move! Smart stuff, Graver! Stick it to the man! Graver begins feverishly pulling something seemingly VERY heavy out from under the ring. He drags it from under the apron, and we see it. JH: GOOD GOD! Is that a… … TM: Holy crap! It is! Graver holds it in both hands for just a second, grinning sinisterly. JH: That, ladies and gentlemen, is a CINDER BLOCK wrapped in BARBED WIRE!! TM: He’s INSANE, Hitchen! What the hell does he think he’s gonna do with that!? JH: I only hope nothing at all, Thomas. But I don’t think we’re gonna be so lucky. As stealthily as possible, Graver sets the block on the apron and slides in as Barrett checks another side (but yet, still the wrong side) of the ring for the missing wrestler. JH: I can’t see this ending well at all… Graver lifts the cinderblock, and CHARGES Barrett. All the ring-shaking and heavy footfalls, and fans popping (positively or negatively, take your pick) make Barrett turn, AND GET A GUTFULL OF CINDER BLOCK AND BARBS!!! JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!!! The bell rings loudly as Tony Clarke signals this match is over!! MA: Your winner, via disqualification… the Gentleman… JAMES!! BARRett… Michael Anderson trails off as Graver hefts the cinderblock again, swinging it DIRECTLY into the ribs of the downed Gentleman Jim! JH: Somebody put a stop to this! Graver’s just plain out of control!! With a few bleeding cuts from the barbs and a large scrape from the concrete of the cinderblock, James Barrett rolls over under the ropes. Graver quickly gets a ring monkey to give him a mic, setting the cinderblock down and placing a boot on it. Graver: HEY! Hey, Barrett! The crowd is too busy booing Graver to notice that he’s speaking, but they eventually calm down… that or Graver starts talking louder… Graver: You hear that, you pussy!? You got your wish! Congratulations! Graver steps on Barrett’s head, shoving it around disdainfully. Graver: You won your match against me, fuckbag! Congrats! Still undefeated! Whoo-ee! Graver puts his boot back up on the cinderblock and bends down, holding the ropes to keep his balance. Graver: HEY! HEY, LISTEN!! Can you hear me, you fucking prick!? HEY!! We here a feedbacky thump as Graver CLUBS Barrett in the skull with the mic! Graver: You in there, Buster Charlie? Huh? Was that “spicy” enough for you, HUH!? Was that there a “match enchancer”? EH!? YOU GONNA FUCKING FORGET ABOUT THAT IN SEVENTY TWO HOURS, BUCKO!? HUH!? HEY! HEY!!! LISTEN TO ME!!! AGAIN Graver clubs Barrett in the head with the mic! The Gentleman wisely rolls out of the ring. Graver rises, sneering. Graver: That’s right… run! You can sit in your goddamn classrooms, in your goddamn wine tastings… you can talk about your fucking high society bullshit… your fucking training and wrestling skill… well here’s a heads-up for you, fuckmonster! All the training in the world! All the skill, and technique, and fancy moves and shit!? All the chain wrestling, all the reversals!? NONE OF IT MATTERS WHEN YOU’VE GOT A CINDERBLOCK RESTING IN YOUR INTESTINES, DOES IT!? DOES IT, YOU ASSBAG!?!? Graver violently throws the mic at Barrett, missing him by quite a few inches, but giving us all the “pleasure” of listening to feedback and thumping noises. He points to the stage and visibly yells “play my fucking music”. Rob Zombie’s “Bleed it Out” starts up, and Graver turns to exit to the back. JH: I… I don’t believe what we’ve just seen here. TM: James Barrett’s OK, though, Hitchen! He’s gotta be! It was just a couple hits! A couple shots! Nothing he can’t overcome!! JH: Well, looks like some medical officials are coming to ringside to check on him anyway… I hope to God he’s all right. That was a corwardly, dastardly attack from Graver. TM: Hey, Graver had a message to send, Hitchen. And I can’t think of Graver doing it any other way. JH: How can you condone that, Thomas!? How can you condone the treatment of another man like that!? TM: I-- Moore is interrupted as Barrett is helped to his feet. But he’s up, he’s breathing, and he’s mostly walking on his own. Despite their hate for him, the crowd just can’t help but cheer the man’s resilience. Barrett, however, just has a single-minded hateful glare set on his face. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] We come to a shoot showing us Chris Love in a reclined chair. All around his are various sketches of tattoos that cover the walls surrounding him. Chris is in the chair without his shirt gripping down on the arms of the chairs. We see the back of a man’s head as he works on the ink being applied to the chest of Chris Love. The buzz of the tattoo gun echoes softly in the small room. The artist wipes away the blood as Chris begins to talk. Chris: It has been a long hard that I have traveled this past month. I have found many things in my journey, both spiritual and physical. My mind is sharper, my body is stronger and my spirit is at the complete state of peace. I came into FIW as a foolish child. I had to learn the hard way that I was not the superstar that I thought I was. Now however I have learned a sense of humility that has been eluding me since I first entered the wrestling ring. Chris winces as the artist continues to grind into the flesh of Love. There is no color but a basic black color. It seems to be some sort of symbol but at the angle of the camera you can’t be entirely sure. Chris: Hmmm. As I was saying. I am taking this time to let the Cruiserweight Division know that Chris Love is coming back. No more cocky arrogance, no more headstrong follies, no more rushing in like a fool. I am focused at a point that is almost scary. My entire life has been for this moment. To enter the wrestling ring as a warrior. To stand in the middle of a filled arena as thousands of fans cheer on. The flash of the cameras surrounding you in a cloud of light. To hear the echo of the announcer’s voice as your name, your name, is declared the winner of the match. The artist stops for a moment to refill the ink cartridge in the tattoo gun. He wipes off the chest of Chris and then goes back to work. Chris: I have tried to do these things before…….and failed miserably. In just one short month I have to terms with my faults and destroyed them. I am returning soon to take on the CW Division and I will not stop until I accomplish my ultimate goal……….winning. So TNT is on notice as of right now. Chris Love is coming home. The tattoo artist stops and turns towards the camera. The mask comes down and we see that it is none other than Brandon Bellmore. He smiles and then turns back to his work. The scene fades into the following image…… [align=center] [/align]We cut backstage to find the lovely Katie Hudson standing by with the even lovelier (what?!) April Lynn. We have your standard TNT back-drop in view behind the two women. April is dressed casually, not prepared to compete tonight but her Cruiserweight Championship is proudly displayed over her shoulder. Katie: April. It's been a week since you issued your challenge to Remy Barteaux. Now, Remy hasn't exactly been forthcoming with his thoughts on the challenge. However, it would appear Remy's boss Stefan is all for making this match happen. Your thoughts on that? Katie aims the microphone in April's directions, the question seemingly annoying the champ. April: You know, Katie. I expected Remy to have little to say about the challenge. I mean, not saying what's on his mind is pretty much all Remy's good for these days. And I know that Remy's boss seems to have this little vendetta out against me. April shrugs her shoulders as she shakes her head in the state of not caring about Stefan or his vendettas. April: It doesn't really matter. 'Cuz all I care about is meeting Remy in that ring one-on-one. There's a lot of unfinished business there. Katie feels it's time that she get a word in, bringing the microphone back to her lips. Katie: What is the whole basis of the unfinished business, April? We all saw what went down between you and Remy and now you apparently know the truth of it all. I would think you'd forgive Remy. I mean, he had his reasons for what he did and they were to protect you. April smiles but it's certainly not a smile of joy. No, the girl finds Katie's logic humorous in a bad way. Katie sees this and rushes to pick up what April has to say. April: Hold it right there, Katie. Yeah, I do know the truth now. Kailey gave me the overview and I watched it all TiVo. But this thing with Remy, it's all about-- All about what? We don't know. Why? Because Miss Madison Lee has decides to grace this interview with her presence. Katie steps into the background, knowing her place as a lowly interviewer. Madison takes Miss Hudson's place and with her hands on her hips, looks down at the Cruiserweight Champion. Madison: So, you want to get in the ring and wrestle Remy Barteaux? April sighs and glances off-camera. She's had more than enough dealings with the boss to know that it's not going to be a little heart-to-heart. Madison: I have to say, I'm very intrigued by the notion. And much like Katie over here, I'm also curious as to why you want to get in the ring and rough up your boyfriend. April: He is NOT my-- Madison holds her hand up, demanding April to stop right there. Madison: Whatever. I'm less interest in the why and more interested in the when. You see, Remy's got himself a Tag Team Title contendership match about to go on momentarily. And I want the Tag Team Titles back on TNT. So I'm not about to throw one of my best tag team competitors into something as emotionally traumatic as a fight with his almost-girlfriend. April glares over at the general manager, not saying a word which works out perfectly for Madison. She enjoys hearing her own voice. Madison: So what do you say, we plan this little match for… oh, the TNT after Anarchy In The UK? That would leave Mr. Barteaux available to vie for the Tag Team Championships without distraction, should he win this up-coming contest, of course. What do you say? April looks over Madison with her smiley expression not humoring April in the least. April: That's fine. With that, April takes her leave, wanting nothing more than to put distance between herself and the boss. That and get her match with Remy, which she apparently has. Madison watches her leave, still as happy as a coon (what the heck is a coon?). Madison: Sounds great, April. Just keep it PG, huh? The camera cuts back to ringside as we prepare for our next match. JH: Did you hear that? April Lynn vs. Remy Barteaux coming off Anarchy In The UK. That's pretty big news! TM: Yeah. But why does April have to keep it PG? That's a buzz-kill! JH: Ok fans, next up we have The Funky Bunch, consisting of Kendra Norton and Extreme Ninja #2 vs. Merchants of Menace, Carl Lucas and Remy Barteaux. TM: Tag title contendership on the line too, Funky Bunch’s going for gold. JH: Merchants having been former champions have the bigger chance in my opinion. TM: Your opinion sucks, Funky Bunch for the gold. Suddenly the lights cut out and are replaced with bright white and red spot lights. The lights scan across the audience to jeers as “Drugs” starts to play on the P.A. System. Walking out from the back Smarty Smark is waving a Canadian flag on a pole and Paper Bag Man is wearing a tie with the red maple leaf on the front. Turning around to face the curtain Smarty Smark waves the Canadian flag even more so. Out from the back “the Centerpiece of Smarty Smark and Smark” Extreme Ninja #2 and “The Canadian Enforcer” Kendra Norton walk out. MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE NEXT MATCH IS A TAG-TEAM MATCH, SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IT IS FOR THE TAG-TEAM TITLE CONTENDERSHIP. INTRODUCING FIRST, BEING ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY SMARTY SMARK AND PAPER BAG MAN, WEIGHING IN AT JOINT WEIGHT OF THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS… KENDRA NORTON AND EXTREME NINJA #2, THEY ARE THE FUNKY BUNCH!!!!!!!!! Ninja’s normally matching his ring attire blue and black robe is now sporting colors of white and red like the Canadian flag, and his sign has drawn on it the red maple leaf. The proud Americans in the audience jeer and boo the presence of these Canadian themed things. As all four walk past the camera man on the walk way Smarty gets right into the camera and shouts “OH CANADA!” before walking past the camera man. Paper Bag Man and Smarty Smark sit on opposite sides of the middle rope and allow Ninja & Kendra to get into the ring. Kendra walks over to the far left turnbuckle while Extreme Ninja #2 walks over to the near right turnbuckle. They both at the same time hop up onto the second rope of each buckle, Kendra arguing with fans as they boo her while the fans dressed like Ninja in the front row try to talk some sense into their hero who tries to ignore their pleads. As the lights come back on both hop off the turnbuckles and take off their jacket and robe, handing them over to PBM through the ropes. Kendra calls Ninja over to their corner and begins to talk to him as they await their match. JH: Smarty looks happy, the ruthless… TM: They're an amazing team, all members, except Ninja are amazing athlete’s they demand respect. JH: They got a long time to get it from me then. TM: That’s why you’re a idiot. "Shatter" tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT's Cajun sensations, The Merchants of Menace. Both appear as shadows silhouetted against the entrance, one slim and athletic, one gigantic and broad. [align=center]“Coming around my senses torn Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed As long as you see it as long as you know As long as you fake it nobody knows”[/align] MA: AND THERE OPPONENTS, WEIGHING IN AT A JOINT WEIGHT OF FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY POUNDS… THE TEAM OF REMY BARTEAUX AND CARL LUCAS… MERCHANTS OF MENACE!!!!!!! Both men make their way along the raised platform, Remy smiling that cokcy smile as he glances about the arena, Carl focused on the ring with his usual calm stoicism. As they reach for the ring the smaller of the two steps through the ropes and darts to a far corner, ascending the turnbuckle and throwing his arms out to the crowd as Mr Lucas steps over the top cable and moves toward ring centre. [align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] Remy drops down, having absorbed enough love for one night, and joins his partner in the middle of the ring where both men ready themselves for the upcoming battle. JH: Look at Remy and Carl, they look ready tonight. TM: With Remy’s ongoing stuff with Graver and April, who knows what he’s thinking about. JH: This match I bet. TM: If he’s thinking of April then he’s thinking what I’m thinking, non or thong *nodding* JH: You disgust me. As both teams move to there respective corner, Kendra says she wants in first, Ninja nods, Remy pats the big Carl and says he’ll begin, Michaela Menendez then calls for the bell, it rings and the match is underway. Kendra and Remy circle the ring a bit before they then tie-up, Kendra using her speed to then turn it into a headlock, but Remy using his power pushes her off quickly, she rolls though and comes back on the attack with a charge at Remy, who takes her over with a arm drag, but Kendra still gets up, Remy this time going for a Arm Drag, but Kendra using her athletic skills to land on her feet and jump up for a dropkick, Remy pushing it away only to be caught as Kendra lands with a leg sweep. Kendra then pounces on the fallen Remy and attaches a headlock, but Remy pushes up and sends her off into the ropes, both then stand up, the crowd loving the early action as Remy and Kendra stand off. JH: Impressive stuff there. TM: Kill him Kendra! I mean yeah, very. JH: Won‘t be saying that when Carl comes in will you? TM: Kendra’s afraid of nothing, including a tower like Carl. Remy turns to Carl, Kendra doesn’t care who it is, she looks frustrated and about ready to kill anything moving in her sight, Remy just looks to her, he then moves toward her as they again meet in a tie-up. Kendra takes him over this time into a hammerlock, she wrenches the arm upwards too, Remy taps his arm trying to make it not hurt so much, he then runs to the ropes, using them to flip over and making Kendra release the arm, he comes down and whips her over again with a arm drag, she skids onto her feet though and turns attempting a clothesline on Remy, Remy no-sells it as he only backs off a bit, Kendra looking even more angry just drives a vicious kick into Remy’s left leg, he feels the kick alright as he limps a bit, but he drives a knee into her gut, making sure she doesn’t give him another vicious kick. JH: What a kick, he felt that one. TM: That was power, pure and lethal power. JH: Remy’s got a small limp for sure. TM: She will use that now, you watch. Remy takes Kendra into his corner, he tags in Carl Lucas, who climbs in the ring, taking Kendra by the hair, he then using his power whips her into the ropes. She comes back to be met with a powerful big boot to the face, but out of nowhere Kendra uses her skills, she grabs his leg and wraps hers around him, latching in a leg lock, Carl drops to his back, trying to look at Kendra like a horny dog humping his leg. Remy walks in calmly, as Carl looks at him and then points at Kendra, Remy boots her off and them calmly walks back to the apron. JH: Kendra now has her challenge in front of her. TM: She’ll do it. JH: Not after that leg lock had no effect. TM: She has other methods. Kendra rolls up to her feet as Carl climbs to his feet, he then stares at her, begging her to make a move almost, she does as she goes for kick, which has no effect on Carl at all. Carl then goes for a clothesline on Kendra, which she evades and backs up into the corner that EN#2’s in, Carl then moves toward her, but is shocked when she holds out her hands, begging him to stop, but to his surprise she bows her head and Carl sees a pair of feet colliding with his face, those being Ninja’s who just hit a springboard dropkick into Carl making him reel into the ropes. JH: Where the hell Ninja come from? TM: I don’t bloody know do I, probably the apron, where he’s been for most of the match. JH: It was a expression… TM: Yeah, idiotic too. Ninja backs off back onto the apron, Kendra though tags him in, Ninja and Kendra then charging at Carl, taking him over the ropes to the outside, Remy jumps off the apron to check on Carl, Carl climbs to his feet and Remy talks to him. They don’t see though that is Kendra and Ninja are by the opposite ropes, they look at each other then runs to toward the ropes, Kendra flies through with a Topei, Ninja jumps the ropes all together with a front cannonball, both maneuvers landing on Remy and Carl, causing there to be big mess off people on the outside, Michaela comes over and looks down at them all, beginning a count. TM: That’s what I’m talking about! Go Funky Bunch! JH: Great moves there, that was impressive. TM: You bet your ass it was. JH: Not too biased huh? Ninja quickly climbs into the ring, Carl follows too knowing he has no choice but to get in the ring, Ninja looks to Smarty who apples him, Ninja then turns back to Carl and boots him in the head a few times, he then turns to make sure Kendra’s in her corner incase he needs the help. Ninja then lifts the big man up, he hit’s a few sharp kicks to Carl’s thigh, Ninja then goes to the ropes looking for a leg lariat, but Carl catches him, using his strength he then PLANTS him down with a sit-out Powerbomb, Carl stands straight after though, looking to Remy who wants in, Carl picks Ninja up and tags Remy in extending Ninja’s arm, to then have Remy European Uppercut it quite viciously. JH: Merchants using clever tag work. TM: Yeah, but Kendra’s not in the ring yet, though Ninja will kick there ass, just watch. JH: You hate Ninja, why think he’s so great now? TM: He just is, you’ll see. Remy keeps the focus on the arm but hitting a snap arm wrench, driving EN#2 into the canvas, but he then using his leg, sweeps, Remy’s feet from him, EN#2 then hops up, shaking off his arm’s pain and then delivers a very vicious double foot stomp onto the fallen Remy’s back, driving him into the canvas. EN#2 wastes no time though, he picks up the fallen Remy and then takes him to the corner, tagging in Kendra, she comes in and boots Remy in the gut, before slamming his face into the ground, she then bringing his body toward the ring post, calls for Smarty, who on queue with PBM, complain at the referee, Kendra then hooks in a Figure Four Lock around the ring post on Remy, Carl is fuming as he get’ in the ring, Michaela stops him though, making him go to his corner, he does so just as Kendra releases, making Smarty applaud of course. JH: CHEATS! TM: That was perfectly legal. JH: No it bloody wasn’t. TM: No DQ, so it was. JH: Smarty distracted her! TM: Your seeing things. Remy looks in some pain, but Kendra just climbs back in the ring and moves him more centrally, well that’s until Carl comes in the ring, not looking so pleased at her actions, but he’s cut off by both Kendra and Ninja, they both go for a double Irish whip, crossing his arms in mid turn and driving him in a double side effect kind of maneuver. Kendra and Ninja stand up and looks proud of themselves, but to their surprise, Carl isn’t down, he’s on his hands and knees, Remy uses that to his advantage as he runs and leaps of the back of Carl with a HUGE double leaping Yakuza kick, knocking both Kendra and Ninja to the canvas, Michaela looks down at the car wreck in front of her. JH: Christ, what a move! TM: Yeah, looked awesome, but what’s he going to do now? JH: He needs to take advantage that’s for sure. TM: Meh, Kendra won’t let him. Remy and Carl both call for Kendra to get back to her feet, which she's in no hurry to do, as they call for the end. But out of nowhere skull cowboy charges into the ring and TAKES THEM BOTH DOWN WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THEIR NECKS! Michaela watches in on disbelief as cowboy stands over both Merchants. Kendra and Ninja both spot the monster towering over their opponents and both rush in to-- a vice grip over each of their throats! Cowboy snarls at them before SLAMMING THEM BOTH INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!!! JH: GOOD GOD! Where did skull cowboy come from?! TM: Is he still pissed about his match earlier tonight? JH: None of the teams in this match had anything to do with it! TM: Look at the strength of this guy! He just chokeslammed Kendra and Ninja AT THE SAME TIME! JH: It's scary! Michaela is shaken out of her state of disbelief, signaling to the time-keeper to ring the bell... and he does, quite frantically. But that doesn't seem to even register with the cowboy as he makes his way back over to the Merchants. He grabs Remy by the throat, dragging the Cajun up before THROWING HIM BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A TWO-HANDED CHOKESLAM! JH: And he isn't done! A Raising The Dead chokeslam to Remy Barteaux! TM: I'd like to see him do that to Carl! JH: WHAT?! TM: No! I mean... he can't do that to Carl! Look how big he is! Regardless, cowboy's sights are now on Carl. He reaches down, grabbing Carl by the back of his thick neck and drags the large man up with ease. Cowboy roughly drags Carl into a standing headscissors while the crowd stares on in awe, waiting to see if cowboy is crazy enough to try this. The self-proclaimed messenger then flips the big man onto his shoulders and DRIVES THE SILENT GIANT BACKWARDS OVER HIS SHOULDERS AND DOWN TO THE CANVAS! JH: You're kidding me! TM: Skull cowboy just hit the Chaser on a three hundred pound man! JH: Three hundred and thirty-eight pounds to be exact! But what the hell for?! Cowboy steps over Carl, staring down at the lifeless form, the crowd stunned silent by the events that just took place before them. Eventually cowboy backs off, stepping through the ropes and calmly making his way backstage as if he didn't just interrupt a match and decimate all four of the competitors. Michaela hurries to check on Carl, calling down help for the four bodies in the ring. JH: Talking about maknig an impact. What the hell was that about? TM: I don't know but he seemed to single out Carl! JH: Is this a territorial thing? Cowboy's a big man! So is he trying to take out the other big dog in the yard? TM: Can't say it'd be a bad idea for someone like cowboy to take out any competition in the power department! Think about it, without anyone like Carl to stand in his way, cowboy could run this place! JH: Or does it go deeper than that? We don't know anything about cowboy! Which, ironically enough, is about the same amount of information we have on Carl Lucas. 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| Lita Maivia | Mar 22 2006, 03:22 AM Post #3 |
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Kailey knocks forcefully on the door before her. A thought had struck her after her massage and she has to talk to Madison. A voice sounding like Madison Lee's calls out "Come in" and Kailey turns the knob on the door, then pushes probably harder than necessary. The door to the GM's temporary office bangs on a chair left parked in the way and Kailey ends up practically tripping into the GM's presence. Quickly regaining her composure, Kailey puts her hands down forcefully on the desk. Kailey: Madison. I do not ask you for much. In fact, I know you barely tolerate me as I do you, but ... Madison's eyebrow raises at that. Raising a hand, Kailey holds up a finger, as if to impress upon Madison the point she is about to raise. Kailey: ... Even you have to admit that in a no Disqualification Match, ANYONE allowed ringside who is not supposed to be there would be a mistake. It would be like two against one without DQ. Madison taps her pencil to her lips, trying hard not to like that Kailey is here in her office and asking for help. Kailey does make a good point, and she DID try hard with Swytch. Madison: Okay. Ready to wage war if needs be, Kailey is taken aback. She removes her hands from Madison's desk and leans back, folding her arms in front of her, as she eyes the General Manager with misgiving. Kailey: Okay what? Madison slowly leans forward with her elbows on the desk, and looks blankly at Kailey. Madison: I mean, okay, Natalya will not be allowed at ringside. Still suspicious, Kailey nods in thanks, part of her hoping that doesn't mean someone worse will be there in Natalya's place. JH: Well ladies and gentlemen, we've had quite the TNT so far this evening. TM: I'll say. And now for the Straight Edge Savior to defeat his mystery opponents. The TNT’Tron lit up with the text “Mister Ordinary” before images of various Onikage matches flashed across the screen. While it did the opening riffs of Onikage’s theme song began to blast over the P.A. system. Slowly eight young looking men that sported Onikage t-shirts walked out onto the platform each with a flag in hand. They split up into four on each side. From closest down on the right side they hold the American flag, the Japanese flag, the Canadian flag and the German flag. On the left side from closest down they hold the Mexican flag, the Cuban flag, the English flag, and the Chinese flag. Slowly two figures emerged from behind the black curtain. The one in front is slightly shorter and looks like another young man who sported a Onikage t-shirt and waved proudly a flag with the TNT logo and Onikage’s image plastered on front of it. Behind the kid is none other than Onikage himself in his in-ring gear plus a wind breaker black and white jacket zipped up. [align=center]EVERY DAY I FEEL SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I GET ORDINARY![/align] Onikage raised his arms up in a X symbol and revealed his black taped up palms and wrists. On the back of the palms with a white marker he’s marked each with two Xs making the straight edge xXx symbol. Then as if it were a awesome display of pyro a few firecrackers are lit and tossed behind the group from the young man in front of Onikage. They go off one after the other and once finished Onikage returned to walking further down the platform with his students carrying the flags in hand. [align=center]STUCK IN A LOOP FEELING SO ORDINARY! EVERY DAY I FEEL SO DAMN ORDINARY![/align] Onikage entered the ring and kneeled down as the lights went out. Rather then a big expensive and fancy spot light shown down onto him a few of his students have appeared to have gotten up on the turnbuckles. They quickly switched on their flash lights and shined the rather dim lights down on their teacher. With a flick of his wrist Onikage unzips his jacket and tossed it to the side while he stood up. The lights return back on while the students get off of the two turnbuckles they were on. The main student who carried the Onikage/TNT flag hands it over to the American flag holder while he enters the ring with a micro phone. JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages and… Miss Madison Lee. Japan, Mexico and the great state of Michigan proudly bring to you a man who is an international superstar. A man who is by all means ordinary and yet has reached levels of sheer greatness beyond the general public’s understand, and Slam’s roster’s. He weighs in at a lean and sexy two fifty. And stands at a massive total of six feet and two inches, plus ten inches if you catch my drift. He is a former two time Extreme Chaos Champion, a former Evolution Champion and a former record breaking three time FIW World Tag Team Champion. HEEEEEEEE! ISSSSSSSSSS! OOOOOOOOONIKAAAAAAAAGE! Onikage proudly crosses his arms again while his students rather than tossing streamers toss toilet paper instead over his head in a streamer fashion. The fans booed every minute of it while Onikage simply soaked it in. TM: Well, it's the moment of truth. Just who did Jim O'Brien get to face off against Onikage? [align=center]The smashing chords of 'Line In The Sand' hammer over the PA, being welcomed by a chorus of cheers. The lights turn to a dark red, almost a maroon. The chorus begins and walking from behind the curtain is 'The Monster Of TNT' Jim O'Brien. EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards his adversaries, then begins his descent. He walks on down the aisle, the fans cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. O'Brien reaches his destination, climbing over the top rope. TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I AM As Jim reaches mid-ring, he yanks a mic out from out of his back pocket, looking to address the situation at hand.[/align] O'Brien: Cut the music. *'Line In The Sand' quickly fades out* First off... I'd just like to say how glad I am to be out of a piece of crap city like Pittsburgh and in a state of class like Maryland! And the crowd roars wildly. And hey - we haven't had a cheap pop that low in a long time. Plus, yeah, Maryland hates the city of Pittsburgh too. O'Brien: Now, Onikage, I'll bet you're more than ready to tear things up. But! There's still one more piece to add to this puzzle. So, coming off of her grueling tag team matchup, let's give a big hand to the Special Guest Referee of this match - Our Canadian Battle-Ax, Kendra Norton! [align=center]The Loud, Rockalicious chords of Motley Crue's "Looks That Kill" jolt over the PA, to which the crowd responds with a chorus of boos. As Mick Mars wails away on the guitar, Kendra Norton makes her way out. NOW LISTEN UP SHE'S RAZOR SHARP Not looking pleased in the least, she walks down the aisle, favoring her back just the slightest. Still in her ring attire but with a referee shirt on, she has a white towel hanging around her neck and a bottled water in her hand. But most notably would be the displeasure she wears on her face. IF SHE DON'T GET HER WAY SHE'LL SLICE YOU APART Kendra begins to make her way to down the aisleway to much banter and depreciation from the TNT faithful. But Kendra remains cold, indifferent to the fans. Soon, she makes it to the ropes. She climbs over the 2nd rope and into the ring. After which, 'Looks That Kill' fades out and she walks to the middle of the ring, giving quite the dirty look towards Jim. But not like "Oooh, dirty." More like "Ugh, dirty."[/align] JH: Well, there's an irritated young woman if I ever did see one. TM: Well I would be too if I was underappreciated as she was. She just wrestled a grueling tag team match. She doesn't need to be refereeing this freak show. Jim looks over to Kendra, noticing her being rather ticked off. She says something to Jim, can't quite be made out though. O'Brien: Oh, does being called a Battle-Ax bother you? Kendra nods as fans at ringside actually begin to start chanting "BAT-TLE-AX!" in Kendra's direction. O'Brien: You know what bothers me, Kendra? *stepping right in front of Kendra, looking down on her* Having my emotions screwed with! Another pop from the College Hill crowd. Guess they don't like having their emotions screwed with either. Just a theory. O'Brien: Now, lets get down to business. Your first opponent tonight, Onikage, was actually inspired by our Special Guest Referee. As our Battle-Ax of a referee said, she hoped I pick myself for your first opponent. So, in seeing that I already have my gear on... It looks like tonight, in this very ring, in College Hill, Maryland *cheap pop* you will me facing me. The College Hill crowd explodes as they're about to see these two titans square off! Onikage shoots an Ungodly glare towards Kendra as Kendra's look of agaitation gets swamped by suprise. JH: Oh my! Jim O'Brien versus Onikage?! Tonight?! Jim'll be getting his vengeance once and for all! Jim places his mic in the corner and steps towards Onikage. Cautiously, Kendra signals to Timmy the Timkeeper for the ol'... [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] ... with intense scrutiny from her sensei. Jim bounces and warms up like the good ol' Brockster used to when he was in WWE. Onikage cautiously approaches and offers a hand out to TNT's Monster, prompting a chorus of boos from the TNT faithful. JH: Oh come on. He ties Jim to an X with Barbwire. He brainwashes his girl. He's verbally berated Jim on every occasion available and now he wants to shake hands? TM: Onikage is an honorable guy. In fact, I would be willing to bet that is the Spirit Of Honour Championship were defended on a regular basis again, he'd be it's most honorable champion yet. Jim galres into Onikage's eyes, then over at Kendra. He sticks his hand out and ACTUALLY shakes Onikage's hand. JH: Well, I guess it doesn't hu-- [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING![/align] JH: What the hell?! Kendra runs over to Michael Anderson who's standing at ringside, confuzzled as all heck. She says something, what we don't know at this point. Michael nods and then announces. MA: The winner of the first fall by SUBMISSION... ONIKAGE! JH: What in the world? How could Jim have submitted? TM: Look at the replay! As we look over at the replay in slo-mo, we see that Jim taps his leg three times with his other hand as he shakes Onikage's hand. JH: Oh for Goodness sakes! He was still warming up! TM: Hey - Kendra's the referee, she has to call it likes she sees it. Jim looks over to Kendra, then Onikage and gives them... A rather indifferent look. Jim just shrugs his shoulders and steps to the corner where he placed his mic. He picks it up off of the ground and speaks. O'Brien: Good one. Though... I was actually planning on something like this happening. See? Right when you two think you have an advantage over me, when you two think that the ball is in your court, I snatch it away. Jim climbs over the ropes and out of the ring to the platform. O'Brien: Now, for your second opponent, I knew I had to pick a doosey. I tried to get in contact with Chuck Norris, but he was busy crapping Ninja Turtles or staring at books or something. I tried to call Samoa Joe, but appearantly cell-phone calls during the week and before 9 o'clock are against the Code of Honor. I tried to get ahold of my old friend Silent Rage, *crowd pops massively* but they shut the poor bastard's phone off. I tried to call my other old friend Fozzy McQueen, *crowd pops loudly once again* but I'm guessing he was too drunk to answer his phone, as he sounded pretty trashed on his voicemail. TM: He better be getting to a point here. JH: Will you stop? O'Brien: But then I got in touch with somebody I know who would watch my back. Kendra can be ehard yelling "What man would watch your back?" O'Brien: Oh.... Who's watching my back is no man. The arena lights cut out and 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. A drumbeat kicks in and the lights begin to flicker to a strobelight effect - black and green, black and 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. He steps onto the sickest stage in professional wrestling and raises his fists to the air, receiving quite the chorus of cheers from the NGIW faithful within TNT’s crowd. Monster remains cold, emotionless while Jim smirks happily. Once reaching the ring, the former NGIW's Freak Of Nature ascends the ringsteps and climbs over the ropes. He walks to the center of the ring and raises his fists to the air once again, a pose he holds for a few seconds until the lights come back on and the music fades out. Monster then removes his robe and tosses it aside and focuses squarely on his opponent while Jim O’Brien yells words of encouragement from ringside. JH: Oh my god! It’s Some Kind of Monster! Some Kind of Monster! He is in a FIW ring! I never thought we’d see this! TM: Why is he here?! Doesn’t he have a bingo hall or a warehouse to do his crap in?! Onikage run! Regroup! Rethink your strategy! JH: Onikage is about to get what’s been coming to him for quite some time, and I think it’s safe to say Jim and the fans, and myself are all going to enjoy it. TM: This isn’t fair! How was Onikage supposed to prepare for this freak?! Another TNT official races into the ring and tells Kendra to leave the ring immediately, who shakes her head. Onikage continues to stare down Some Kind of Monster like some one just told him he got a rotten apple for Christmas. Suddenly while Kendra and the TNT referee argue a pair of arms reach in from under the bottom rope, grabbing Kendra’s legs and pulling her out of the ring. As she drops to her feet she finds who did it, JJ, she gets right into his face as he stares emotionlessly at her. The sXe Savior turns his attention to the two as Jim chuckles and SKoM uses this to charge forward and club the side of Onikage’s skull with one of his massive forearms. TM: JJ! What the hell is wrong with him?! He laid his hands on Kendra! JH: And Kendra’s outburst was a good distraction for Some Kind of Monster to strike Onikage! TM: This is becoming a circus! And it’s all Jim’s fault! JH: Look! The referee is taking action! Richard Kelly waves his hands to the two on the outside and says some thing that makes Norton even angrier. Calmly JJ walks from the ringside area while Kendra storms away the same path as JJ. Mean while in the ring Onikage drops down to one knee as Some Kind of Monster drives clubbing forearm after clubbing forearm onto the smaller man. JH: JJ and Kendra are ejected from ringside! There is no one here to save Onikage now! TM: I doubt that turn coat JJ would help him any ways. JH: JJ isn’t a turn coat, he is just doing the right thing by not getting involved. Showing some thing his teacher talks a lot about, honor. TM: Bah, honor is overrated. [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] Some Kind of Monster grabs Onikage by the throat in a choking fashion and Richard Kelly hurries over to the two of them, warning Monster. However SKoM merely ignores Richard and lifts Onikage up to his feet with the choke, before he spins around to toss Onikage over his shoulder with a choke toss. The Straight Edge Savior tumbles along the canvas over to the ropes as Some Kind of Monster stalks towards him eerily. Roughly Some Kind of Monster kicks Onikage’s head in a boot scraping manner. Bending down onto one knee SKoM presses his knee rather than against the canvas, against the back of Onikage’s neck as he grabs hold of the middle rope to push himself even further onto his opponent’s neck. TM: Come on referee! Get on that! Some Kind of Monster is using the ropes illegally! JH: It is rather amusing to hear that from some one like you, who is normally all for the rules being broken. TM: I have no idea what on earth you are talking about Jonathon. JH: Right, the countless times I’ve pointed out so many cheating and you condoning it suddenly slipped your mind. The TNT official kneels beside SKoM and Onikage and starts the count for the big man to let go of the make shift submission. At the count of four Monster roars at Richard who seems a bit unsettled by it but thankfully SKoM releases his hold on Onikage and gets up. Grabbing a hand full of Onikage’s dark locks Some Kind of Monster lifts Onikage up to his feet. He places one hand around Onikage’s neck and squeezes it tightly into a choke which gets Richard Kelly on his case. SKoM ignores the referee as he lifts up all two hundred and fifty pounds of masked oddity and slams it back first into his knee, connecting with a chokeslam backbreaker otherwise known as Divine Pain. Rather lazily Some Kind of Monster pushes Onikage off of his knee and rolls him right up into a jack knife pin fall attempt. JH: Divine Pain! Truly a divinely fitting punishment to Onikage! TM: That’s not funny. [align=center]]1![/align] JH: This very well could be it. TM: God I hope not, that towering idiot doesn’t deserve the honor of defeating Onikage. [align=center]2![/align] JH: I just even after being around this man before get over the sheer mass of him. As well as unlike Thomas after talking with this monstrous wrestler I find him to be quite intelligent and insightful. TM: Hey Jonathon, I think I see a bit of SKoM’s dick you still haven’t sucked on. [align=center]Th-No! Foot on the Ropes![/align] Even with him folded in half Onikage had enough sense to move his foot up against the bottom of the top rope. SKoM snorts in anger and swats the leg away from the rope before going for the cover once again, making sure to fold Onikage even more awkwardly. TM: Some Kind of Monster should be called by the looks of it Some Kind of Sore Loser. JH: I can understand SKoM’s frustration and I think he’s trying to catch Onikage off guard by pinning him again. TM: I say he just can’t stand not winning. JH: No, it has been successful before to roll some one up a second time catching them off guard and scoring the victory. Though it could be partly due to Monster’s frustration clouding his judgment. [align=center]1![/align] TM: No, it looks more like Some Kind of Sore Loser is throwing a fit over not getting the pin fall. JH: Yes because Some Kind of Monster is just the biggest crybaby ever.[/sarcasm] [align=center]Tw-No! Kick out![/align] Richard Kelly holds up into the air two fingers to show every one Onikage managed to kick out. Some Kind of Monster sits up and places his hands on his knees and seems to be panting heavily in anger. O’Brien claps his hands and yells trying to get SKoM’s attention to not lose his cool yet. The bigger man in the ring looks over to the man who brought him in, slowly Some Kind of Monster nods his head as his body features appear to relax a bit. Onikage uses his folded position to roll backwards up to his feet, catching SKoM off guard as he tries to get back up to his feet as well. JH: It is an interesting alliance since I’m not sure if you could call it a friendship that Jim O’Brien and Some Kind of Monster have. TM: More like Jim got into the big doofus’ head and now is controlling him like a big tank. JH: Would you have rather seen Some Kind of Monster lose his cool and gone crazy? TM: Well if it meant he would’ve destroyed Jim and driven you through our table, then yeah, I’d sacrifice a referee to see that. Since I mean a angry SKoM would see just how cool I am and how slightly cool Onikage is so he’d leave us alone. Onikage charges SKoM and as he gets up to his feet delivers a lariat to his massive neck, but it only causes Monster to stumble slightly. The Monster roars right in Onikage’s face and points to the right, Onikage runs to the right and bounces off of the ropes. When he comes back to SKoM he drives him with another lariat, Some Kind of Monster slaps his own chest viciously and points to the left. Jogging slightly in pace at first Onikage hurries over to the left set of the ropes and bounces off of them, coming back with a third lariat. Jim tries to tell Some Kind of Monster to just get down to business but the Monster instead points to the set of ropes behind him as he roars once more at Onikage. TM: Uh, Onikage I don’t think you should be getting Monster worked up… JH: It looks like neither man’s pride is letting this end till the other one falls. TM: He isn’t even listening to Emo Jim. JH: This certainly is a testament to Some Kind of Monster’s endurance. The smaller of the two wrestlers snarls slightly, growing a bit annoyed before he charges towards the set of ropes behind Monster. Some Kind of Monster turns around and watches as Onikage races into the ropes and bounces off of them. While running back towards the former NGIW wrestler Onikage jumps into the air delivering a flying lariat, taking both men down to the canvas. Both stagger up to their feet and Onikage kicks SKoM in the mid-section, causing the big man to bend over and be driven head first into the canvas with a DDT from the Straight Edge Savior. Rolling the gigantic frame of Some Kind of Monster over Onikage lays on top of him for the pin fall, placing his forearm against the bigger man’s masked face. JH: Holy cow! Onikage took the big man off of his feet! That’s over six hundred pounds all together dropping to the mat! TM: Ha, due to Some Kind of Monster’s pride Onikage managed to get the best of him. JH: And before Monster could regroup Onikage drives him down with a DDT! TM: That’s it, it’s all over now. [align=center]1![/align] JH: After Jim’s plan and Monster’s history I can’t believe it’ll end this easily! TM: Better come to terms with it soon Hitchen, Jim failed yet again. [align=center]T-No! Kick out![/align] JH: Just as I thought! TM: Darn it! With such force Some Kind of Monster actually throws Onikage off of himself and the sXe Savior topples just to the side of Kelly, narrowingly avoiding the referee. Monster sits up and grabs Onikage by the back of his tights and pulls him up with him as he stands up. Carefully SKoM sets him up before lifting him up and delivering to a cheer from the NGIW fans in the building the Murder Backdrop! Going probably as fast as any one has ever seen him Monster bounces off of the ropes and charges towards the fallen Onikage, at the last second he leaps into the air and comes crashing down with a body splash. Putting his ample palm against Onikage’s face SKoM uses Onik’s head to push himself up back to his feet. TM: Damn it, Onikage might vomit from having so much weight fall down onto his stomach. JH: I think that’s the most air I’ve ever seen Monster get, it certainly was a deadly move. TM: And showed Some Kind of Sore Loser is perhaps the whitest man ever. He only got an inch off of the ground at best. JH: I’d like to see you try and get more air than him. Playfully Monster nudges Onikage’s head with his large foot, trying to see if his opponent is dead yet. Snapping out of the trauma of having four hundred and fifth teen pounds drop down onto his rib cage Onikage rolls out of the ring. The fans in the front row jeer and throw insults Onikage’s way as he places his hands on his hips, regrouping as he stares down at the floor. Jim slowly walks around the ringside area and towards where Onikage is standing but Richard points at the Monster of TNT and scolds him not to do any thing. Onikage looks up over to the fans near him as they yell at him, he shakes his head at their foolishness. JH: I don’t think Onikage considered the thought that he would have to face a man like Some Kind of Monster. TM: To call that freak a man is a insult to all of the human species. JH: I never thought you’d agree with me on Onikage. TM: What?! Onikage?! I was talking about Monster! Aside from that honorable spirit of his I wish more people were like Onikage. They wouldn’t be quite as idiotic as they are now. Growing bored with this Some Kind of Monster hops right out of the ring and storms towards Onikage. Monster grabs hold of Onikage’s shoulder and whips him around only to be met with machine gun style open hand and back hand chops right across his chest from Onikage. To the jeers of several fans Some Kind of Monster staggers back as Onikage with his rapid assault of chops pushes the big man back. But Monster responds with a thunderous palm chop running down Onikage’s bare chest, turning it a bright red. Furthering his response Some Kind of Monster grabs hold of some of Onikage’s locks he slams their heads together with a head butt. TM: Yes! Chop the crap out of that big oaf! JH: I think even Kobashi would wince from those. TM: Darn it! That moronic giant nearly caved Onikage’s chest in with his chop! JH: And then by the looks of it almost crushed the front of Onikage’s skull with that head butt. Staggering backwards Onikage tries to regain his footing but his head is grabbed once more and once again is met with a head butt from SKoM. Trying to put him down Monster allows Onikage get a bit of space between them before running towards him and hitting a big boot. Onikage’s legs shake under the force of Monster’s leg and boot, his body sways back and forward but manages to remain still standing. Monster walks over to the seemingly dazed Onikage only for the Straight Edge Savior to leap up and connect with a jumping back brain kick to the back of Some Kind of Monster’s masked skull. Jim’s eyes widen as Some Kind of Monster stumbles back a few steps before he falls back first against the ringside mats, lying right next to Onikage. JH: Monster hit a no pun intended monstrous big boot! TM: And it still isn’t enough to take Onikage down! Ha! JH: Lordy! Onikage leapt up and connected with a big enzguri. TM: Tiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmberrrrrrrrrrrrr~! Richard Kelly tries one last time to tell the duo to get back in the ring like he has for the last few moments but they ignored. Monster and Onikage once again ignore Kelly’s plea for them to bring the fight back into the ring. Instead Some Kind of Monster like a bull rushes at Onikage and pushes him right back against the barricade with a spear! Both men slowly slide back down to the floor against the barrier, the fans patting Monster as they cheer him on and curse Onikage. Kelly being given no other choice decides to start the count on the two of them. TM: Stupid Monster! Onikage was about to obey the referee’s order if it wasn’t for his spear. JH: Some how I doubt Onikage would’ve listens to the referee’s command. [align=center]1! 2! 3! 4![/align] Both masked men roll away from one another and stagger up to their feet, turning around to face one another. As soon as Onikage turns around he races towards Some Kind of Monster and drills him with a running pump kick. With SKoM rocking Onikage grabs his arm and takes him down with a side arm bar takedown to the ringside mats. TM: Running pump kick! That put out the fire in Monster’s spirit real quick. JH: And now with a side arm bar takedown Onikage has actually managed to get the big man on his stomach. [align=center]5! 6! 7! 8![/align] Monster refuses to be taken so easily and tries to wiggle his arm free from his foe’s grasp. Onikage getting fed up drives the very point of his elbow repeatedly into the back of SKoM’s neck. To the referee’s and the fans’, and Jim’s dislike Onikage wrenches back on the side arm bar, nearly leaning over Some Kind of Monster as the giant wraths in pain. TM: Don’t fight it Monster, embrace it, it is your destiny and you know this to be true. JH: Oh just be quiet Darth Vader. [align=center]9! 10! 11! 12![/align] Oddly enough Onikage wraps his legs around Some Kind of Monster’s neck in a legs scissors while keeping hold of the arm bar. The fans aren’t quite sure what to make of this rather strange sight as Onikage works over all three of Monster’s neck and his arm, his shoulder. The Man in Black of TNT tries to rally the fans behind SKoM and it seems to be working as the fans’ cheers grow stronger so does Monster. TM: What the hell is that? JH: Well…it almost looks like, pardon me but, well, it looks like Onikage might be humping Monster’s head as he keeps hold of the arm bar. [align=center]13! 14! 15! 16![/align] Releasing the leg scissors by lifting up his leg over Monster’s head Onikage begins to repeatedly ram his thigh against SKoM’s neck, weakening the big man. Quite a few of NGIW fans in attendance are jeering the heck out of Onikage as he kills SKoM’s attempts to escape from his submission holds once more. While wrapping the leg scissors back in tight Onikage releases the arm bar and puts the tree trunk like arm of Monster’s over the back of his neck. He then shifts around so he is lying in the opposite direction than SKoM is and releases the leg scissors only to lock in with his hands a cross face style submission, which turns out he is locking into Some Kind of Monster a modified chicken wing cross face. The Straight Edge Savior wrenches back on the cross face type submission it is clearly seen that the submission targets the neck and the shoulder, the two areas Onikage’s been targeting through out the match with Monster. TM: Now that is the only kind of innovative technical ability you can get from a pro like Onikage. JH: I must say, that submission isn’t often seen. And the way he set up for it with two other submissions were certainly an interesting concept. [align=center]17! 18![/align] After the count of eight teen some thing happens to Some Kind of Monster that gets Onikage’s attention, he wrenches back on the submission one last time before releasing it. He pushes himself up to his feet and stands over the larger man, looking him over as if he was checking some thing. However he remembers Richard Kelly’s count and quickly slides into the ring while Jim O’Brien hurries over to Monster. TM: I think that big oaf just passed out! JH: It certainly doesn’t look good considering his body is limp. [align=center]19! 20~! DING DING DING~![/align] MA: Your winner by count out...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! To a chorus of jeers Richard Kelly raises Onikage’s arm in victory while “My Enemy” starts to play over the P.A. system. O’Brien kneels over SKoM’s fallen body and checks on his friend; slowly Monster comes to and pushes himself up to his knees. Before either big man can get to their feet though Onikage walks over to the ropes and gets the time keeper to give him a micro phone. Onikage: Cut the music! Turn it off! Turn it off right this moment! Immediately! A hush falls over the arena from both the music and the fans’ jeers ceasing, Jim O’Brien and Some Kind of Monster as well as even Richard Kelly all look at Onikage. Onikage: James I at first tried to aid you, I tried to do some thing no one else would do for your own good. But like most people you were ungrateful and treated my gift like it was a curse. So you decided to try and inflict some wrath upon me for doing so, you tried to ensure my demise. However James every time you tried like all things in your life, you failed to get the job done. Normally I wouldn’t mind so much, normally I would find it amusing just how pathetic you are and how you show it to the world on a weekly basis. But your constant interfering in my affairs and failing to do any thing of true note is getting annoying even for me. Jim glares at Onikage as Onikage glares right back down at the man whose life he’s toyed with and twisted into a demented nightmare. Monster, whose back on his feet, tries to rush into the ring but Jim holds him back and mouths the word “wait”. Onikage: What I’m about to offer you James is quite simple really, I think even you in your under the influence state could register it. I’m extending the preverbal olive branch to you James, and if I were you I’d take it. I’ll go on record in case you doubt my earnest on this offer and so Miss Lee doesn’t need to worry about me later on bitching. James this is my offer, you can pick wherever you want and whenever you want for one last match between us. It can be a triple threat match with your associate there or it can be one on one, it can be in America or it can be in another country. It can be any thing your disgusting sin filled heart feels it needs to be satisfied. But James after this match I don’t want to see your face again any where near my business. After this match I want you to get on with your pathetic remains of a life that had potential that you squandered. Understand? The Straight Edge Savior lowers his micro phone and continues to glare down at Jim O’Brien while the time keeper races over and hands another micro phone over to the Monster of TNT. O’Brien: Well, if that's the case... It's truly gonna be Anarchy In the U.K. this year. Because it's gonna be me and my Super-Sized associate here and my new barbwire wrapped friend, Chair-lie Brown against yourself and Junior or Ballte-Ax or the Kitten guy on Slam, I don't care who you pick. Jim looks dead set into Onikage's eyes with furious bengeance. O'Brien: Y'know, I remember how you tied me to that big X at Vendetta. How the barbs I was tied to pierced my flesh and how it felt as the blood trickled down my body. It was a sensation I hadn't felt in a long time. . . But truth be told, it felt good. So here's the song we're gonna dance to for the last time - No Holds Barred. No Disqualification. No Count-Outs. But y'know what there will be? Barbwire! And lots of it! Because we're gonna get those ropes taken down and we're gonna put barbwire ropes in its place! JH: Holy Hell! It'll be Barbwire Anarchy! The crowd absolutely explodes! cause boy do they love their bloodshed! Sickos. O'Brien: See you at Anarchy. 'Line In The Sand' explodes back over the PA as Jim and his new associate stare holes trough Onikage as Onikage with a hint of disgust looks back at them. JH: Jim O'Brien teaming with the Monster against Onikage? In a Barbwire Ropes Street Fight? It truly will be Anarchy In the UK! TM: That is horrible! We don’t need that crazy hardcore stuff on this brand too! And who will Onikage find to team with him?! JH: I think the answer is no one, Onikage has made his bed and now Jim is going to make him lay in it…a bed of barbwire! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 22 2006, 03:25 AM Post #4 |
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JH: Well ladies and gentleman, we are less than three weeks away from FIW's annual Anarchy In The UK event! TNT will be traveling back to the United Kingdom for another event that's sure to be unforgettable! TM: Heck yeah! Who could forget last year's? When Silent Rage won the Dual Crown Championship only to retire immediately after? Or the year before when Jim and Whippet stole the Dual Crown from Fozzy? JH: Anarchy In The UK does tend to have an air of controversy surrounding it. Maybe this year we'll break that tradition. But with the first match announced for it, I can't say it's likely. TM: Oh yeah. Controversy seems to follow Onikage around. JH: Onikage laid down the challenge. Jim could name ANY match at ANY time to face Onikage. And it will take place at Anarchy In The UK. Jim O'Brien will team up with Some Kind of Monster to take on Onikage and a partner of his choosing. TM: But more importantly, the match type! No Holds Barred! Barbed Wire Ropes! It's gonna be Hell In The UK! JH: Hopefully for Onikage! TM: Hey! You're supposed to be fair and impartial! JH: But what about this? Two matches just announced! [align=center] [/align]JH: First up, April wanted it. She's gonna get it. April Lynn versus Remy Barteaux has been changed. It will now take place at this year's Anarchy In The UK! TM: April's not the only one who wanted it. Stefan is most likely drooling at the thought of Remy and April going one-on-one in a wrestling match. JH: My guess is, this is gonna be an emotional one. TM: Ya think? JH: And the tag team titles will be on the line. I don't know what Madison was thinking here! [align=center] [/align]TM: I do! Two monsters are more efficient than one! JH: Not when one of the monsters tried to kill the other! Carl Lucas is being forced to team with the man that attacked him tonight during the Tag Title Contention Match-- skull cowboy! TM: They're gonna face the Slam champions, either S.W.A.T. or Maggot Korps! JH: The championship will be decided this Monday on Slam when those two teams go at it for the belts. But I'm not so sure the winners are gonna be just that. I mean, would you want to face these two? TM: Certainly not! Isn't it main-event time? JH: Tier and Wiggum, Jim O’Brien and Silent Rage, Kennedy and Nadia… TM: Are you going somewhere with this? JH: Yes, twit, now shut up and listen… Swytch and Maclay. TM: Still waiting. JH: And as I was saying… those have been some of the most heated rivalries in TNT history, but none go deeper than Kailey and Ragin’. They all touched a personal level, but none went as personal as… TM: The bed sheets? JH: Well, yeah, pretty much. And just when you think it’s all come to an end, it flares back up again and those two find themselves facing each other. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the main event, and is scheduled for one fall. With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the TNTtron and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the stage and starting to move down the ramp. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the sides of the elevated ramp where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like the religious worshipper before their God. TM: You know, despite my utter hate for the man, being a former Slam monkey and all, I never get tired of seeing this. JH: I’m sure it has more to do with those women than it does Ragin’. TM: Well of course it does, and it since he’s the only one coming out to a throng of beautiful women, he gets my praise. The words, ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say”, are the prompt for a flash of light and a series of explosions around the stage and TNTtron and one more figure can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed. He walks directly down through the press of females on the elevated ramp, the spotlight following the Russian with every step. JH: I’m surprised he’s actually coming out by himself. TM: Well Natalya was banned from ringside. JH: As if that would actually stop her. TM: True. I have to say, I don’t exactly agree with the ban, I mean, we could always use more booty at ringside. As he reaches the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and tossing it to a ring monkey. MA: Introducing first, standing at 6 feet and 3 inches and weighing 277 pounds. He hails from Russia, the self proclaimed King of Kings, he is… RAAAAAAGGGIIIIIINNN’!! "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. TM: Mmm, look at all that glorious, round, firm ass… JH: THOMAS! TM: …sparagus. What? Come on! Just once, just one time, that’s all I’m asking. Let me get away with it one time. MA: And his opponent, standing at 5 feet and 8 inches. She hails from Nashville, Tennessee, she is… KAILEY… LAAAAAANNNEEE!! Kailey’s trip down the elevated walkway is cut short as she spies Ragin’ slipping back through the ropes. His face a mask of anger as he darts up the walkway, Kailey wastes no time in meeting him halfway. Ragin’ throws a wild hook at her head, but Kailey ducks. She spins quickly and is met with a sudden back elbow that rocks her backwards. Kailey shakes her head only to have it NEARLY TAKEN OFF WITH A LARIAT!! TM: LAAARRRIIIAAATTTOOOHHH!! JH: I’d say that Ragin’s had just about enough of this southern belle and it looks like he’s making sure she knows it too. TM: Just don’t bruise that beautiful… JH: Thomas! TM: Right, right. Ragin’ drops down off the walkway, reaching up and grabbing a handful of Kailey’s golden locks. He drags her off the walkway and into a bearhug then RUNS HER BACK INTO THE RING POST!! Ragin’ lets her go, causing Kailey to drop to her knees on the protective mats at ringside. TM: Heh, I bet she’s used to being in that position with Ragin’. JH: THOMAS! Enough. TM: What? It’s true. How else did they get into the situation they’re in now? Come on, you know it’s true, hell the entire audience knows it’s true. JH: That’s personal information between those two, and nobody here knows whether or not it’s true but those two. TM: Right, whatever you say. With a sneer for the young woman before him, Ragin’ takes a step back then launches himself forward, driving a kick deep into Kailey’s gut. With the wind driven from her lungs, she slumps over cradling her abused abdomen. Ragin’ steps around the corner of the ring and makes his way along the side of the ringside area. He spins around, giving the fans there a few choice words, then sprints towards Kailey. She gets herself balanced on a knee with a foot under herself ONLY TO GET LEVELED BY A RUNNING KNEE FROM RAGIN’!! Kailey’s body is thrown sideways from the impact, her hand immediately going to her jaw where most of the impact happened. Ragin’ throws his arms up to a harsh reaction from the crowd and he smirks. JH: Ragin’s been in control of this match from the get go. Kailey’s got to get herself together if she hopes to stand a chance here tonight. TM: Technically this match hasn’t even started. The bell never rang. Ragin’ attacked her while she was coming to the ring and they’ve been on the floor since then. JH: Very true and you have to wonder now how long Tony Clarke will let this go on. He has to get control of this before it gets any worse and get those two into the ring. TM: I don’t really think Ragin’s worried about the match. He’s out to hurt this girl. Forget the emotional and psychological abuse, he’s back to getting physical and causing Kailey pain is like a drug to him. Ragin’ grabs two handfuls of hair, yanking Kailey up to her feet. He throttles her throat with both hands and lifts her easily into the air. Ragin’ holds Kailey in the air, yelling something to her that’s inaudible over the booing crowd. She kicks her feet at him, driving the toe of her boots into his abs, but it has little effect at the moment. Ragin’ grins, then throws Kailey back first into the raised walkway. Her vertebrae crack on impact and she crashes down to the floor. Her body twists in an awkward position as she grimaces in pain. Ragin’ walks up to her then swipes his boot along her face. JH: Tony Clarke has got to do something and now. TM: Somebody, anybody do something because Ragin’ doesn’t look like he’s in a merciful mood tonight. And as if to spite Hitchen and Moore, Ragin’ hauls himself onto the apron. He looks around at the crowd then slips through the ropes into the ring. He sneers at the referee, barking at him to ring the bell. [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] TM: The match has officially started, but you have to think that it’s long over now. JH: Kailey’s a tough girl, but I think she’s just too far gone now. She’s survived some incredible battles over the last month and I think now it’s catching up to her. TM: Yeah, no kidding. Facing Swytch twice even with Carl’s help once, and then Dante and Ragin’ last week, it’s adding up and it’s showing right now. She’s not on her game. Cut your losses and get out of it in once piece, Kailey. Save that booty for another day! JH: Would you get off her ass, already. TM: I’d like to be on it in the first place to get off it. Glaring at the referee, Ragin’ folds his arms over his chest, as if expecting something to happen. TC simply stands there with a blank look on his face, eliciting another barking order from the Russian. TC snaps to, leaning over the ropes and checking Kailey’s barely moving form. He takes a step back and throws a finger into the air. 1! 2! 3! JH: He’s having her counted out?! TM: Uh, yeah, isn’t that obvious? JH: Yes, it is, thank you, but I mean after all that, he’s having her counted out? TM: He’s Russian, they’re sneaky, what can I say? 4! 5! 6! Ragin’ stands there, arms crossed over his chest, a smug grin plastered on his face. 7! 8! 9! Kailey starts to stir. She gets her feet under herself, stumbling a bit and leaning on the walkway for support. 10! 11! 12! She gets herself steadied somewhat and staggers the few steps to the ring apron. Kailey hauls one leg onto the apron and gets her head under the bottom rope, only to get kicked in the face by Ragin’, sending her back to the floor! 13! 14! 15! Kailey shakes the blow off, standing up and levering herself onto the apron again. Ragin’ starts for Kailey, but he’s cut off by TC. The referee stands between Ragin’ and the ropes, allowing Kailey time to get herself onto the apron. Ragin’ shoves the referee to the side, but it’s too late as Kailey shimmies into the ring under the bottom rope. JH: Despite Ragin’s efforts, Kailey’s back in the ring. TM: But is that for the best? She should have stayed out of it. She should have just taken the loss, get counted out, save herself for another day. She’s in for a worse beating now than she took before the bell. Ragin’ reaches down for Kailey, but she skillfully rolls out of harm’s way. With a sudden spring, Kailey jumps to her feet and staggers a bit. She whirls around to face an oncoming Russian only to find nobody there. Kailey starts to turn again, but she’s caught by surprise when she’s suddenly looking to the rafters and then SLAMMED TO THE CANVAS!! TM: SUUUUUUPPPLLLEEEXXXUUUUUUHHH!! JH: Well executed back suplex from the Russian. Kailey took the brunt of that on the back of her head. Ragin’ springs to his feet and struts around Kailey’s prone form, looking down at her with that smug grin still plastered on his face. Fully in control of the woman at his feet, his normal arrogance is now sky rocketing to new proportions. He prods at her with his booted foot, nudging her ribs and her spine as he circles her. Ragin’ leans down and snatches a handful of golden tresses and pulls Kailey to her knees before she willingly rises to her feet. Ragin’ leans her back against the ropes, then rears back and SMACKS A CHOP ACROSS HER CHEST! Kailey instantly recoils in pain, her lightly tanned flesh pinking quickly. Her hands are ripped from her chest and another SMACK across her skin turns it red. JH: Ragin’ is abusing Kailey’s chest with those chops. TM: That’s improper touching! Somebody call the police, call Madison, call the FBI! This man is a sexual predator! JH: No, he’s not. Well, he might be, but there’s no evidence to say that he is. TM: Fine, whatever, I know what I saw. Ragin’ grabs Kailey by the wrist and shoots her off to the far ropes. She rebounds and Ragin’ ducks his head down and SENDS KAILEY AIRBORNE…NOOO!! She rolls across his back and to her feet behind the Russian. Ragin’ spins around…BAM!! JH: ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! RAGIN’S DOWN!! RAGIN’S DOWN!! TM: Holy lightning speed, Batman! Did that come out of nowhere or what?! JH: That’s for sure. Ragin’ surely didn’t see it coming and now all he’s seeing is the lights. Ragin’ sits up with a completely stunned look on his face as he takes in just what the hell happened. He shakes his head and focuses ahead…on two boots barreling right into his face!! Kailey connects with a front dropkick sending Ragin’s head snapping backward and off the canvas. JH: Front dropkick by Kailey right into Ragin’s face. If ever the momentum swing was big, it’s now. Kailey’s taking over this match after being dominated for so much of the early going. TM: Ah, grasshopper, but it may be too little too late. Kailey climbs to her feet, spinning around with her back to Ragin’ then snapping backwards, landing a standing moonsault. She quickly hooks the Russian’s leg and TC drops for the count… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! SHOULDER UP!![/align] TM: Kailey might have had Ragin’ off balance for a second, but he recovered and got the shoulder up in time. She’s going to have to step it up if she thinks that’s going to work on the veteran. JH: I don’t think she expected it to work. In fact I’m thinking she was just keeping Ragin’ on his toes, letting him know that she could take him down any time. Ragin’ recovers from his initial shock, shoving Kailey off and scrambling to his feet. Kailey reaches her feet a split second before Ragin’. He lunges at her with a right hand that nearly grazes her cheek, but she manages to sidestep it. Ragin’ spins quickly with a back elbow, but Kailey is ready for it, ducking her head down. She pops back up, face to face with Ragin’ and CLATTERS HER ELBOW INTO HIS NOSE!! Ragin’ staggers backwards, and Kailey drops down, sweeping his feet out from under him. Ragin’ flops onto his back and Kailey jumps into a mounted position. She sizes up the Russian beneath her and HAMMERS down a right hand! TM: Yet another position I’m sure she’s used to being in with Ragin’. JH: Ok, explain to me how one second he’s sexually assaulting her and the next minute it’s something you’re sure they’ve done before. Do the words make a pit stop at your brain or do they just get off at the mouth? TM: *sniggers* JH: What? TM: You said ‘get off at the mouth’. JH: You’re disgusting. Kailey rains down the right hands, left hands, elbows, even a headbutt or two. Her fists fly in a blur as she tries to beat Ragin’s head into the canvas. Ragin’, for his part, tries his best to block the onslaught, keeping his arms up as a guard. Kailey is relentless though, but Ragin’ takes another route, clutching Kailey around the head, then kicking his legs up and effectively rolling Kailey over his shoulders. JH: She was on fire for a second there, but Ragin’ managed to get out of that predicament. TM: A little reluctantly, if you ask me. JH: Well nobody did, so shut up. Ragin’ sits up, trying to haul himself to his feet. He gets up to his knees and starts to get his feet under him WHEN KAILEY LEAPS ONTO HIS BACK!! Kailey weaves her arm under Ragin’s then uses her other arm to pull his arm across his neck, locking him into a cobra clutch!! JH: SOUTHER DISCOMFORT!! She’s got it locked in!! TM: She’s all over his back! JH: She’s…what? TM: Well she is. Added leverage, keep the air out of his body, lock in a submission hold, he’s done for, it’s a smart move on her part. JH: Hey, I guess you’re right. TM: Of course I am, you ninny. Ragin’ staggers around the ring, bent over at the waist with Kailey hanging over his back and the cobra clutch locked in. He claws at arms with his free hand, then swipes at her head behind him. Ragin’ spins around the ring, trying to throw Kailey off his back, but he only makes himself dizzy and drops down to a knee. The crowd starts to cheer louder and louder in anticipation as Ragin’ fades under the hold. JH: This could be it! Kailey could take this match right now! And what a feeling that would be to make Ragin' submit! TM: Yeah, she used to submitting to him. JH: Stop it! Ragin' seems to fade more and more as the seconds tick and Kailey keeps her famed submission hold locked on. He wobbles a bit on one knee. TC goes for Ragin's arm when suddenly the ex-Slammer springs to life! He jumps to his feet, angling Kailey RIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES AND TO THE FLOOR!!! JH: Good God! Ragin' just dumped Kailey at ringside! TM: Not the nicest move but it's all legal. JH: I hope Kailey can continue. Tony Clarke jumps from the ring to check on Kailey laid out at ringside as Ragin' plops backwards in the ring and just stares up at the lights. Both competitors are laid, Kailey being asked who the President is, what day of the week, etc. as Tony Clarke checks for a concussion. Ragin' watches the twinkling lights as he takes a much needed break from Kailey's attack. JH: Looks like Senior Referee Tony Clarke finds Kailey able to continue. I hope he's right. TM: Are you questioning the Whole Reffin' Show? JH: No, of course not. TC makes his way back into the ring, now checking on Ragin' and quickly finding that the Master is just taking a breather. Meanwhile, Kailey is already forcing herself to her feet, using the apron to pull herself up. She spots Ragin' laid out and wills herself to take advantage, diving into the ring. She leaps into the air and CRASHES INTO THE CANVAS WITH A LEG DROP AS RAGIN' DARTS ASIDE!! JH: Looks like some possum from Ragin' there. TM: I think both were just playing their hurt a little bit to try and throw the other one off. JH: Could possibly be. I have to say, I'm amazed at the lack of weaponry we've seen in this match. Could both individuals want a clean win? TM: I imagine Kailey wants to prove she can beat Ragin' on her own. Never know what's going on in Ragin's head. Ragin' gets to his feet in a flash and bounces off the ropes DROPKICKING KAILEY RIGHT IN THE FACE! The blonde's head smacks the canvas and actually jolts her back upright for a moment. Ragin' uses it to his advantage, grabbing a handful of those locks and dragging the dazed diva to her feet. He runs with her, face first into the turnbuckle-- NO! Kailey plants a foot on the middle turnbuckle, driving an elbow into Ragin's gut and CRACKING A KICK OFF HIS FACE! JH: And she's still alive! Come on, Kailey! Ragin' stumbles backwards as Kailey pulls herself onto the second rope. She doesn't hesitates a second before flying off and SMASHING RAGIN' IN THE FACE WITH A FLYING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE that lays Ragin' down like a ton of bricks. The crowd are going crazy as Kailey stands over her tormentor, large and in charge. She grabs him by his hair, pulling him up to look him in the eyes… only to CRACK a forearm off his face! She pulls him back up and fires another one into his face that lays him back out! JH: Kailey looks to be having a good ole time now! TM: His steamy gazes have no control over her, huh? JH: You think he has steamy gazes? TM: Well, he does have nice eyes. Kailey takes just a moment to acknowledge the crowd's support behind her. She pulls Ragin' back up, pushing him against the ropes before smacking a chop off his chest! The crowd whoo with her before she smacks a second one of his bare chest! Ragin' tries to cover the stinging flesh but Kailey pushes his arms off and smacks another chop off his chest! She grabs him by the wrist and throws him off the ropes--NO! Ragin' counters the whip! He pulls Kailey back to him and ducks under her quick thinking clothesline attempt! Ragin' quickly rolls her up in a school boy! [align=center]ONE! Ragin' grabs the ropes! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] Ragin' immediately rolls from the ring as the bell is rung, leaving Kailey to sit up with a bewildered expression across her face. JH: You're kidding me! TM: Hey! What was that? No DQ? JH: That didn't have anything to do with the DQ stip. Leave it to Ragin' to find a way to cheat in a match you thought you couldn't cheat in! MA: Here is your winner… RAGIN'!!! "That's What They All Say" plays over the speakers as Ragin' makes his way up the walkway, arms raised in victory and a huge smile on his smug face. Kailey just sits on the mat, shaking her head as she glares up at Ragin'. JH: What a cheap ending. But that's what you get when Ragin's around. TM: Oh, I thought you were gonna call Kailey cheap. JH: That's your job. Well, folks that's all the time we have for you tonight. We'll be back next week as the road to Anarchy In The UK continues. TM: Poor Kailey. I should go comfort her. JH: I don't think she needs to be more sick than she already is. See ya later, folks. [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Sudden Death Fatal 4 Way Shannon Micheals def. Alex Evans, Loon 2.5, and the skull cowboy by pinning Loon 2.5 James Barrett def. Graver via disqualification FIW Tag Team Contendership Merchants of Menace drew the Funky Bunch via skull cowboy interference No Disqualification Match Ragin' def. Kailey Lane via pinfall with the use of the ropes |
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