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Tuesday Night Throwdown; March 28, 2006
Topic Started: Mar 28 2006, 11:46 PM (235 Views)
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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…
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Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!!

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

Here ya go create another fable!
[/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
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Dante climbs up to his feet and pulls Ragin’ up, tucking his head between his legs. Kailey is on the floor, screaming at Dante to get back in the ring. Dante looks down at her and that’s a mistake BECAUSE RAGIN’ RISES UP SENDING DANTE OVER WITH A BACKDROP AND CRASHING BACK DOWN THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE DESK!!

[align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align]

Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES!

Ninja scribbles on his sign on the top rope before holding it up for all to see… "DANGEROUS~~!!!" The crowd go crazy as Melanie turns around just in time for Ninja perform a SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO HER!! Both crash to the canvas, Ninja on top and Melanie on the bottom!

[align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align]

Dante thinks quickly and drives the point of his elbow between Hype’s shoulder blades!! He rehooks the arm THEN DRAGS HYPE OVER THE LADDER AND DRIVES HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE FLOOR!!

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

Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE!

[align=center]Here ya go create another fable!

You wanted to!
[/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]Posted Image[/align]

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

JH: Hello ladies and gentleman and welcome to the MCI Center, live in Washington, D.C.! The nation's captiol is our last major stop before Anarchy In The UK emanate live from Manchester on April 9th! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner Thomas Moore and this is TNT!

TM: I hope you're ready for tonight's main-event, Jonathan. Because it could have HUGE implications on Anarchy In The UK. The Dual Crown Championship is on the line!

JH: Ragin' is getting his first challenge opportunity for TNT's top prize. He could go into Anarchy In The UK as the Champion! But who would his challenger be?

TM: Anyone involved in tonight's main-event could realistically challenge. But if I had to pick, I'd say Dante's the most deserving.

JH: I'm sure Madison would agree with you. Tonight's outside enforcer Dante Coles could very well challenge but if it were up to me, I'd say tonight's special guest referee Kailey Lane is the most deserving challenger.

TM: Good thing it's not up to you. Not to mention, if Ragin' DOES manage to win, Swytch would be guaranteed his rematch clause.

JH: Very good point. But that's all later tonight in the main-event. We've got a lot to get to before that. Right now, we're heading backstage. Toby Bostock is standing by with James Barrett, who'll go one-on-one with Alex Evans in just a heartbeat or two.

TM: An interview?! Why isn't preparing for his match? He knew he was up first tonight.

Cutting into the Throwdown broadcast once again, this time under the influence of my alcohol-induced promo, we find ourselves backstage in the MCI Center focused on roving reporter Toby Bostock and 'The Gentleman' James Barrett, who both happen to be stood in front of an elaborate, interviewing section of the arena. With a microphone in hand, Toby grins to the camera, then turns to focus on James, only to glance down at his heavily taped mid-section, half-hidden by his wrestling singlet.

Toby: "James. Thanks for joining me. I'll cut to the chase and just ask how you're doing?"

James: "James? What happened to Mister Barrett? Don't think, just because I'm facing Alex Evans, who happened to call you Tubby, that I'm on your side for once. You should still be showing me some respect, sunshine.."


As James pauses for breathe, a shocked expression crosses on Toby's face and he looks to rephrase his question in a more polite manner, only for 'The Gentleman' to cut him off.

James: "Don't bother, Toby. I don't want you asking the same question over, because it's just wasting my valuable time. My stomach is, compared to last Wednesday, much better. It's still bruised and in quite a mess, though I doubt you can actually see that, considering how heavily taped up it is right now. The swelling around my left eye has reduced considerably and it's no longer causing any problems to my vision. And the headaches have stopped. Whilst I'm far from one hundred percent, I'm still ready to step out into the ring and drop Alex Evans on his head.."

Toby: "Good to hear. But, don't you consider all the tape and bandages to act as a target?"

James: "Most likely, yes. However, considering everything occurred on international television a week ago, I very much doubt that Alex is ignorant to the fact that I'm injured. If he doesn't know, then yes, the tape is going to give it away. If he doesn't know and he doesn't even spot the fact that I'm injured, then I'm going to be concerned about the amount of attention that Alex pays to his opponents. Now, can you ask a smart question?"


Feeling a little degraded, Toby looks down to the floor and ponders on his next question, before looking back up to his interviewee.

Toby: "Any thoughts on Alex's last promo toward you?"

James: "You mean the one that aired in the middle of the night, when most normal people are asleep in their beds?"

Toby: "Yeah, that one."

James: "Luckily, Alex, someone taped it for me and I watched it this morning over a bowl of muesli and a glass of orange juice in my executive suite. And, to be honest, I was far from impressed. In my opinion, it wasn't a particularly well thought-out speech and was just a massive, great rant on your part, as if you were trying to convince yourself that you actually have a chance of winning this match. Like I said, Alex, eventually you'll have to stop running and diving off of things, and when you do, you'll become my little plaything.."

Toby: "What about Graver?"


Looking rather frustrated, James sighs and looks into the distance, taking a deep breathe, before looking back at the interviewer.

Toby: "Graver?"

James: "I thought I said something about asking me some smart questions. I've spent all week talking about Graver and Alex Evans; about the Fighting Spirit Championship; about what I'm going to do to both men. Do you really want me to repeat everything that I've said this week, just so that you can get yourself a scoop and look better than the other pathetic interviewers on the Throwdown staff?"

Toby: "No, sir.."

James: "Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a match to get to.."


As Toby steps backward, out of James' way, 'The Gentleman' starts walking forward and the camera begins to follow him down the corridor, until James comes face-to-face with a grinning Jon Talos and stops, before looking upward and taking a deep breathe.

Jon: "James, glad I caught you.."

James: "I'm not. Most likely because you have some new merchandise thing to show me.."

Jon: "Brilliant guess!"


Suddenly, Jon whips out a large, cuddly doll that bears a slight resemblance to James Barrett, complete with a removable suit and arrogant smirk. As James slaps his right hand against his face in despair, Jon squeezes the doll's waist, starting it in singing the chorus of Bruce Springsteen's "Born In The USA" as 'The Gentleman' stares at the object with his eyes bulging in shock.

James: "Why?"

Before Jon can explain, we cut back to ringside.

JH: *chuckles* Interesting piece of... um... merchandise?

TM: Sa-weet! I want! That song owns all.

JH: I was always partial to "London Calling".

TM: You're also partial to crap. And that song is just that.

JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown! And we are kicking things off with a match with while I’m not very fond of either two of the newest and most talented wrestlers we have.

TM: Funky Bunch for the win bab-ah!

MA: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, in the case of the time limit expiring the match shall be declared a draw. Richard Kelly is your official for this match…

The PA kicks into life with the opening strains of "Layla" by Eric Clapton and the crowd begin booing as James Barrett saunters through the curtain into the arena. Standing atop the stage, James looks out at the crowd with a smug grin on his face and flicks his head from side to side, then makes his way down the catwalk for the ring, pointing and shouting at the fans who are showing their distain for him. Upon reaching the apron, James wipes his boots on the apron and motions for the referee to hold the ropes apart, before stepping into the ring. James gives a sarcastic wave to the booing fans and runs to the far side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes into a slow jog, before backing up and stretching as he waits for the match to get underway.

JH: I just can’t understand the chip on this young man’s shoulder. He seems to heavily resent America, allow me to be the first English man to say folks out there that we aren’t all sharing his views on this country.

TM: Bah besides that whole hating America thing I think Barrett has a great personality, a real blue-chipper.

JH: I was honestly hoping Graver’s shot would knock some sense into him, guess it only furthered his grudge against Americans.

TM: Though I like James I gotta admit, what Graver did ruled.

”Drugs” by Lil’ Kim starts to play and already the fans are jeering and hating on who’s about to walk out to the ring. Without fail Smarty Smark casually with his right hand in his right pants pocket walks out. A grin spreads across his face that would even make the Devil himself shudder once or twice when looking at Smarty. Paper Bag Man is the next to come out from the back and holds open the curtain. Both Alex Evans and Kendra Norton appear out from behind said curtain and now all four of them head towards the ring.

Several fans trying to bait Smarty Smark into a fight and even more throwing insults Kendra’s and Alex’s way. When reaching the end of the entrance way Alex and Kendra grab hold of the top rope. At nearly exact same times the American high-flyer and the Canadian mixed martial artist sling shot over the top rope and into the ring. Paper Bag Man holds open the middle and top rope for Smarty to quickly enter in after his clients. Alex and Kendra walk towards the center of the ring with Smarty Smark right behind them.

Mr.Highspot drops down to one knee and lifts up his arms as he flexes them while Kendra stands behind him and folds her arms looking rather imposing. Smarty Smark claps and points towards Kendra & Alex as the fans continue to jeer them. Kendra pats Evans on the shoulder and Alex gets to his feet as the music stops, Smarty walking over to his clients and saying some last minute words before he exits the ring allowing Alex to await his match to start.


TM: Not crazy about his style but damn is Alex another guy who is totally awesome.

JH: And the rest of the Funky Bunch backing him is for sure an advantage placed in his favor.

TM: Yeah, having that moral support out there isn’t some thing James Barrett has.

JH: Some how I think it’s more than just moral support…

James and Alex both do a few last minute warm up stretches as Richard Kelly stands beside Michael Anderson in the center of the ring.

MA: Introducing first, he hails from Earl’s Court, London, England. He weighs in at 247 pounds and stands at six feet and three inches…HEEEEEEEEE ISSSSSSSSSS JAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMESSSSSSSSSSSSS BAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEETT~!

Barrett looks out at the fans before he scoffs and sticks his nose up at them to a chorus of “ENG-LAND SUCKS!” chants.

MA: And his opponent, he represents the Managerial Firm of Smarty Smark and Smark in this bout…He hails from Kings Beach, California. He weighs in at 211 pounds and stands at six feet exactly…HEEEEEEEEEE ISSSSSSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLEX EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVAAAAAAAAAAANNNNSSSSSSS~!

Alex bows a few times as the crowd’s jeers redirect from James to him while Smarty Smark claps for his client and Kendra & PBM throw streamers into the ring for him.

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

At the sound of the bell Alex rushes forward and before James knows what hits him takes him down with a spinning leg lariat! Both quickly rush back to their feet but James is taken off of his once more with a dropsault! The Gentleman hurries up to his feet but is met their by Alex who kips up to his feet and delivers a picture perfect jumping back brain kick. Out thinking Alex who gets up to his feet to meet off James Barrett for a third time the Gentlemen slides out of the ring. During the time he walks along the ringside area he mockingly points to his head to show he is smarter than Alex while the fans who hate him jeer him.

JH: I may disagree with the man but that was a smart move, to make sure his opponent doesn’t pick up too much momentum.

TM: may be flippity floppity stuff but Alex was quite on the roll.

JH: If Barrett can ground Alex I think it is safe to say the match will swing in his favor though.

TM: It is an age old story, which will win, Alex’s high speed offense or James’ well defined technical offense?

James turns his back on the ring when one of the fans in the front row starts waving an American flag at him. The Gentleman proceeds to start trying to debate with the drunken fan why he would support such an idiotic country, to which each attempt is met with the fan shake the flag at Barrett. Mean while in the ring Alex Evans looks back at Smarty who with a devilish grin nods his head in approval before Evans races towards the ropes. Like a pin ball he bounces off of them and charges towards the set closest to his foe. Only a few seconds away from the ropes Mr. High Spot leaps up onto the top rope and leaps off of it performing a tope con hilo to the back of James Barrett’s skull, taking both men to the ringside floor.

TM: OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUCH~!

JH: Tope con hilo! I’m sure all our luchalibre fans are quite pleased to see one of their home bred moves on television.

TM: Actually it is a home bred one with a twist. Since normally they are either done by diving and flipping afterwards under or above the top rope. Alex proving why he is one of the most innovative guys out there did a spring board version to the outside.

JH: Wow, I’m amazed Moore, you actually showed some wrestling knowledge there.

Richard hops out of the ring and rushes over to the two wrestlers that the crowd cares for too much and checks on them. The entire arena actually seems quite happy that Alex nearly killed both James and himself with the tope con hilo. In a dazed state James Barrett pushes Alex’s lifeless body off of himself and staggers up to his feet. However Smarty Smark has strolled over to the crash sight and is now distracting Richard Kelly by mouthing off to him, all the while Kendra Norton is stalking James Barrett from behind. Before James could turn around Kendra charges and grabs the back of Barrett’s head in mid-run and slams him injured mid-section first into the barricade, before picking up Alex and helping him come to his senses.

JH: Now would you look at this! Smarty Smark showing just how far he’ll go to ensure his clients get a victory.

TM: God bless that man.

JH: You are disgusting.

TM: Maybe, but all this money Smarty’s paid me certainly isn’t.

Evans smirks confidently as he shakes the cobwebs out of his head and tells Kendra he’s okay, as soon as she walks away Smarty allows Richard Kelly to get back to doing his job. Kelly turns around and finds Alex picking with a bit of struggle James Barrett up to his feet and throws him into the ring, following right after him. Barrett rolls up to his feet and connects with a driving double axe handle to the back of Alex Evans’ neck. Slowly getting up to his feet James grabs his mid-section he quickens his pace towards Alex a bit until he jumps up and strikes the back of Alex’s neck with a knee drop. Carefully James presses his palms against the canvas on each side of Evans and starts to push himself up, only to drive the point of his knee right back down into Alex’s neck for a second time!

TM: Now this is some vicious stuff right here, all those so called thugs talk about how tough they are and how tough the hood is. But I bet if they got in the ring with James Barrett he’d set them straight which is more tough, him or them.

JH: Some how I don’t think James would be eager to talk around men like that.

TM: You wouldn’t either Hitchen, you’d be a afraid they’d pop a cap in yo ass or some thing.

JH: Carlos isn’t around here any more, so stop trying to act like you know any hip hop slang.

Picking Alex up by his hair James locks him into a front face lock and then turns him, so he is facing upward before dropping down to a sitting position and hitting a neckbreaker. He pushes Alex’s limp neck and head off of him and delivers a some what lazy looking elbow drop to the back of Alex Evans’ neck. Barrett mockingly points to the near by turnbuckle and acts as if he is trying to get the fans to clap along while he gets to his feet. Strutting over to the turnbuckle James Barrett actually gets a few cheers when he gives the up yours sign to Smarty Smark, who looks like he is having a heart attack on the outside as he pulls and tugs at the apron in a furious state. Climbing up to the second buckle he stands up on the rope, making sure he has perfect aim, before leaping off of it and driving his knee down into the back of Alex’s neck, right on the spinal chord.

JH: Not some thing you see a bigger man do too often, take to the air.

TM: Yeah but The English Gentleman is no mere ordinary bigger man. He can do the technical, he can do the striking and he can do Alex’s precious high flying if the mood is right.

JH: I thought Smarty paid you to be pro-his clients?

TM: Oh…erm…right, go Alex!

Rolling right through the knee drop James Barrett gets up to his feet and to the confusion of the fans in attendance mouths the words “It’s Time”. Grabbing him by his locks once more and once again getting a stern talking to from the referee James brings Alex to his feet. Positioning himself behind Alex Evans without warning he locks in a variation of the cobra clutch! Alex waves his arms around franticly as he tries to reach the ropes and Smarty Smark & PBM on the outside call out to him. Barrett to further add pressure lifts Alex right off of his feet, allowing the cruiserweight to kick his feet wildly around too.

TM: What the heck is that? I’ve never seen James use that before.

JH: Neither have I, but he does seem to be affective at using it.

TM: Do you think that’s his finisher he’s kept under wraps, the Gridlock?

JH: That very well could be a possibility!

With each passing moment more and more Alex Evans’ body becomes lifeless. The Gentleman is sporting an arrogant smile on his lips as he watches with glee. Attempting to get free Alex manages to get his feet back on the canvas and tries to pull the both of them towards the ropes. Much to James’ disbelief and Richard Kelly’s, and even a few fans’ Alex Evans actually gets the two of them to move closer to the ropes. Not wanting Alex to get any closer James rears back on the hold, lifting Alex back up into the air as he plants his feet against the canvas.

JH: This Gridlock certainly appears to be a powerful submission.

TM: Come on Alex! My ticket to free booze is riding on whether you win or lose!

JH: I don’t think there would be any shame in losing here, after all Alex put up quite the fight though I’d hate to admit it and this is a submission hold no one’s seen James use before.

TM: Yeah, that’s it, the reason Alex lost was solely because he couldn’t prepare for this submission.

Barking like a hound, James orders Richard Kelly to come over to them immediately and check on Evans. Perhaps to do his job or perhaps because James is awfully scary looking when yelling, Richard Kelly jogs over to the submission situation. He tries to talk to Alex Evans but he gets no reply and so holds up his hand and signals that he’s going to test Alex’s arm. Slowly and gently Richard Kelly grabs Alex Evans’ arm, and to the Funky Bunch’s dismay Mr. High Spot’s arm falls to his side. A second time the TNT official picks up Alex’s arm and lifts it up and for a second time it drops to his side in a limp manner.

TM: No! This can’t be happening! My booze Alex, my booze!

JH: Oh for Pete sake if it matters that much to you after the show I’ll buy you a bottle of Jack.

TM: But the parties too! Oh the parties! Smarty has the best and wildest parties I’ve ever been to!

JH: What? Does he have you all sit around and play Halo?

Holding up his index finger to the crowd Richard Kelly to James Barrett’s delight signals that there is only one more try left to go. Some what hesitantly Richard grabs Alex Evans’ arm and lifts it up above his head before letting it go for a third time. James’ grin grows wider and wider as it falls further and further until…it stops. Just inches from falling to his side the arm stops! Alex opens his eyes and quickly while Barrett is in shock races into the corner with the Gridlock still in tact. Scaling up the turnbuckle Alex Evans actually manages to flip himself over as he takes James down, the two landing in a bridge pin fall attempt while Barrett still has the Gridlock locked in!

JH: Holy moley! Talk about a reversal!

TM: This could be it! With all his weight planted on Barrett’s shoulders James can’t kick out!

JH: But he could still put his feet on the ropes and break it by rope break!


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TM: It’s all over! If Alex can just hold out from tapping until the three count he’ll be saved!

JH: That is a tall order for any one man!


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To hide from the referee’s view point on each side of the turnbuckle Kendra and Smarty are kneeling down. Reaching over the apron, they both plant James’ feet to the canvas so he can’t reach the ropes with them!

TM: Ha ha! Smarty’s Genius shines once more!

JH: What the hell?! James Barrett is trapped in that pin fall! That’s not fair! Ref! Look!


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As soon as the bell rings Smarty and Kendra let go of James’ feet which are now kicking and stomping in rage. Evans slides out of the ring as his music starts up and Richard Kelly follows after him, raising his arm up in victory. Smarty grabs Alex’s other arm and raises it in victory too while Kendra and PBM pats him on the back. Barrett sits up in the ring with an expression of annoyance and disbelief.

MA: YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEX EEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSS~!

TM: Back on track! Ha ha! There is gonna be a party tonight bab-ah!

JH: I may not like James’ attitude but this is terrible! He was robbed!

Suddenly all the lights in the arena go out, we hear the crowd make it’s stereotypical scream and then sit there, thinking that perhaps this is something that’s part of the show, like I don’t know…Madison is going to rise up from the middle of the ring totally naked and with pyros….something like that.

JH: Everyone stay calm, it seems that we’ve just had a small technical problem. The guys back there should have the lights back on in just a few minutes, just stay in your seats.

TM: Yeah, we don’t want anyone to get hurt out there. [/sarcasm]

We can't see anything, but it’s assumed that either some ring monkeys brought over some microphones, or the sound system works so that Madison’s theme music can play as she rises up naked. Your pick really. A few moments pass, with nothing, just darkness and what sounds like a frantic movement behind the microphones held by Thomas and Jonathan.

JH: So… uh… what did everyone think of the James Barrett, Alex Evens match?

There’s a mixed reaction from the crowd, some are cheering, some are booing. A few are just clapping to make some sound. Hitchen and Moore keep talking to stave off... DEAD AIR.

TM: I know I wasn’t expec----

Just then all the red lights come on…but just the red ones. Which is sorta freaky, the crowd responds with another small scream but then silence when we notice someone in the ring. She’s got a little longer than shoulder length black hair, she’s tiny, not very tall and very thin. Only a second or so pass before a few people in the crowd recognize her and start making clapping and “wooooing”. She just smiles.

Sam: Is that a few FIW fanboys I hear? I hope not, for your sakes. You’re just about to have your hearts broken… I dropped off the radar after Iron WIL crashed, didn’t I? And I just bet you missed seeing your little heroine fight the good fight and right the wrongs, with all kinds of attitude and empowering flair, hmm?

She pauses to smile, one of her famous shit-eating grins, which then sours with her voice.

Sam: Those times are over. Welcome to the hard times. The bad times. The bloody times. This isn’t the Sam Kinloch that sucked face with a washed-up has-been, or a never-was. This isn’t your fucked-up Wiccan princess, either.

She paces around the ring for a second, collecting her thoughts with a firm, sure pace.

Sam: I’d rather not go into details about it; that’s a story for another day. Let’s just say a few things have changed, and those things brought back my determination. My edge. My… gifts.

She takes a breath.

Sam: It’s ridiculous to believe that I’d be a good little witch for the rest of my life. I didn’t get where I am today being a good little witch, did I? No… what did being a good girl get me? A nothing career in NGIW. Barely laying my hands on the Iron WIL Cruiserweight Championship. Both federations failed. THAT’S what being a good, perfect, saintly little girl does for you. Lost chances. Missed opportunities. Failure.

The mocking tone in her voice is all too apparent. She continues.

Sam: Well, I’m through with it. I’m tired of playing by everyone else’s rules and fitting everyone else’s desires. I’m here for victory. I’m here for ME, and I’m here…for blood.

Sam completes what we now realize was a short circle around the ring. She produces a knife from her waist band to the shock of the crowd, and slides it across her wrist. Blood blossoms thick and red on her skin, riding rivulets down her ivory flesh before a drop hit’s the mats. When it does the lights cut again, completely black, though Sam’s voice can be heard one last time.

Sam: Pity the fool who expects anything less.

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JH: Welcome back ladies and gentleman, we finally got the lights back up and running, obviously. I don't know what happened but--

TM: Sam Kinloch happened, fool! The She-Witch is back!

JH: Calm down, Thomas! She's just a wrestler. Stop cowering under the table!

TM: Let me put this in a language you understand. That was Jean Grey. Dark Phoenix-style!

JH: *gulp* Got room under that table for me, Thomas?

The camera cuts back to the Funky Bunch’s locker room where all but Alex Evans is inside, he quickly walks through the entrance to the locker room. All of them except Extreme Ninja #2 clap and applaud Alex as he bows to all of them and Smarty gets up to his feet.

Smarty Smark: Once again the most revolutionary and innovative man on the TNT roster gets back on track! I never doubted you for a moment!

Both Kendra and PBM nod their heads, agreeing with Smarty as Alex smirks confidently. Smarty wraps his arm around Alex’s shoulders and stands side by side with him.

Smarty Smark: Alex proved once again why he is the uncrowned FIW Cruiserweight Champion of the World! My only wish is that Ninja could’ve been out there!

The camera pans to Ninja where for the first time we notice that he is wearing a neck brace and is sitting in a wheel chair, but doesn’t seem very happy about it.

Smarty Smark: Kendra managed to get away not too bad but that vicious and idiotic muscle bound punk, who wears that stupid Halloween Town USA mask, injured poor Ninja. Here I was thinking that only the champions, Graver aside, sucked in this brand. But it would appear even some of the other wrestlers are danger hazards to this business. Also once again Madison Lee shows her inferior amount of intelligence by not booking the Funky Bunch who were dominating that match but rather the big Cajun and that psycho who stole our win from us to take on the Slam’s tag team champs!

Alex: Guess she doesn’t want to have those tag belts brought back too badly after all.

Smarty Smark: You said it, but let us not waste any more of our breath on that moron in the stupid mask or Madison’s inferior thinking process. Let’s celebrate the Funky Bunch once again owning all of their opponents’ bases!

Alex: Heh yeah...James Barret was as you would say…OWNED!

Smarty Smark and Alex Evans both laugh confidently and Kendra grins as Paper Bag Man shakes his head.

PBM: Oh brother…he’s rubbing off on them…


Kendra walks up to Smarty and whispers some thing into his ear, he nods slightly.

Smarty Smark: Oh right, go ahead.

The Canadian Enforcer nods her head and then heads out of the door and suddenly Smarty’s face lights up.

Smarty Smark: Oh right! Nearly forgot! Don’t worry about it Alex, Paper Bag Man will take you to the club; I’ll be there just a bit later after you guys. Gotta go handle some thing, c’mon Ninja.

With a few steps across the room Smarty grabs EN’s wheel chair and wheels him out of the locker room as we cut else where…

The titantron comes alive with a view of a nice sunrise crowning over a deep blue ocean broken by the sandy beach softly glowing with the light of the rising sun. The waves of the ocean are softly cascading in the vast view until they finally slope into the soft sandy edge of the ocean’s break. Though the glimmering colors of the reflected sunlight there stands a man on the beach staring out to the ocean. We see the man’s body standing still with his hands placed on his hip. His body seems to be outlined by the light of the sun as we stare on from the distance. The man is wearing a pair of dark blue warm-up pants and seems to be shirtless with a black hat turned backwards. The camera angle changes to give us a closer view this time from a side angle. The man is now recognizable as Chris Love. The grim features of deep thought seem to be engraved on his face as he glares out into the overwhelming view of the ocean. Chris seems to break out of his memorized stare and turns his head slightly at an angle to look directly into the camera. His soft voice seems to be in place with his surroundings as he begins to speak.

Chris: Fate. As of late I have tried to comprehend what an overwhelming term like that really means. I mean how can one try to put such a concept of mass proportions into simple words? It seems like a very daunting task. The more I try to contemplate it the more confusing and difficult it becomes. About 2 months ago I entered a FIW ring for the very first time. The crowd roared as I made my way down the rampway, and the sheer electricity that echoed though the building overwhelmed my every sense. I took it all in, every fan’s face, the smell of the new canvas, the flash of the camera bulbs……….and just like that flashing camera bulb it was all over. All my training, arrogance, confidence, my quest to accomplish my destiny……….all went for naught as I lay staring up from my back looking at the rafters. That was when the first dose of reality got injected into my false hopes and dreams. So I shook it off and tried to hold my head up high and pretend that it never happened. I went out the next week sure that the loss prior nothing was but a fluke and that this time I would redeem myself. I failed. Ok I thought. Well thunder struck twice but surely this was not my……..”fate”. I went out again………..and then again. After the losses started to pile up I had to finally come to terms with reality. From the other side of the looking glass this business seems to be one filled with glory and hero’s journeys. Like a child I rushed head first into delusions that I had created filled with shining titles and unbound glory. Like that stupid name. King of the Cage? I have never even had a cage match.

Chris turns his head back into the ocean as the sun slowly creeps up over the horizon. Chris walks down a few steps closer to the water’s edge until his feet are emerged in water.

Chris: Well the wake up call has sounded loud and clear. It’s unmistakably shriek is sent to shatter false hopes to revel the harsh truth. The truth is that nothing is giving in this business. There are in fact high points in this business yet they are not handed out. Fate. Fate is not some crazy uncontrollable power that awaits to bestow it’s honor on those that wait. Fate. Fate is the reward that is waiting for those willing to work for it. To want it more than life and to be consumed with such a burning passion that nothing else exists. That is what “fate” is. Respect in this business is not given out like free coupons to your local deli. It is something that is earned by dedication to the wrestling ring. That ring is all that fills my life. It is my day, my night, my heart, my soul, my God and my devil. Soon enough the name Chris Love will be one that will lay on every wrestling fan’s tongue. Because when you say Chris Love you say it all.

Chris walks further into the ocean before diving in head first. He submerges completely under the water. The sun’s reflection is shattered as Chris reemerges from the ocean blanket. We fade out with Chris swimming further out towards the crowning sunrise. The image fades out and is replaced with the following screen…….

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White and black stripes fill the camera frame as the camera cuts to backstage. As the view pulls out, we find the stripes belong to a referee shirt. A referee shirt specifically worn by Kailey Lane.

The young lady who’s had so many troubles in recent weeks sighs slightly as she tugs on the shirt, straightening out the wrinkles, as if she just put it on. She takes a deep breath, then exhales strongly, as if trying to force out the negative energy of the mental and emotional pressures that fill her mind and body. Lost in concentration, her preparation is joltingly interrupted by a knock on her locker room’s door.

Casting a rather irritated glance a the door, she wills her voice to sound happy, as if this isn't the wrong time for a distraction.


Kailey: Come in?

The door opens rather quickly and JJ walks in with a soft smile as he looks over at the FIW Diva.

JJ: Hey Kail.

Her smile comes somewhat uneasily, not because of who it is, but because of his timing. It seems to be impeccable.

Kailey: Hi, JJ. What's up?

JJ: Well I was wondering if we could take a walk and maybe talk about a few things if you have time.

Kailey's eyes widen as her mind screams, "NO! Now is not the time!" However, the more playful side of her dances on her shoulder, desperately wanting a change of scenery... mood... ANYthing... That particular side seems to have won out when she hears her own answer to the young man.

Kailey: Sure!

JJ some what playfully bows to Kailey as she stands up and walks over to the doorway.

JJ: Then it would be my pleasure to take a walk with the woman whose made stripes the prettiest I’ve ever seen them. I mean eat your heart out Tony Clark.

Kailey shakes her head as she rolls her eyes at JJ. She chuckles slightly.

Kailey: What am I gonna do with you?

Kailey tousles JJ's hair playfully as the duo walks out of the door way and head down the hall, the camera following closely. For a few moments there is silence between them, a not necessarily comfortable silence, since is seems at least one of them is thinking over what to say. JJ places his hands behind him and his fingers fiddle around slightly while pressed against his lower back.

JJ: I was kind of wondering Kailey, are you okay? I mean besides the Dante’s Inferno which I know hurts and every thing else you went through last week. What with Sir Grope-a-lot trying to play with your head again last week and then this week you having to referee his match. Not mentioning the guy who makes cross dressers think he puts on just a bit too much make up being in there and the big jacked up Madison sex toy on the outside too. I know it’s not really much of my business, but I am a bit worried about you.

Kailey: Oh, don't worry about ME, JJ.

Glancing over, Kailey recognizes the true concern etched on JJ's face and she attempts to change the subject.

Kailey: I mean, if I were you, I would be worrying about myself! Seems to me that you are closer to danger than I am.

Kailey shoots JJ an anxious glance and JJ blinks some what clueless.

JJ: Huh?

Kailey: Sure, I am about to be in the ring with the three largest men on the roster.. ok.. three of the four.. ok.. five... *waves her hand* Nevermind.

JJ eyes Kailey warily, wondering what she is getting at.

Kailey: What I mean is, I imagine Onikage is rather displeased with you right now. After all, you pretty much decked your Sensei.

JJ: Oh, right, that.

JJ laughs nervously and some what forced but soon falls silent and seems to become even more serious as his steps become some what stiff.

JJ: Granted it probably wasn’t the smartest move I've made, then again one could debate taking on Dante or angering Jim as a good one to surpass this one, but I don't regret it. He just could never keep quiet when it came to his opinion about us…

Kailey raises an eyebrow and JJ realizes how that came out so quickly adds.

JJ: Our friendship, well that and his opinion about you. I mean previously he'd at least keep a bit of the details of his opinion about you to himself. Then…then when he just wouldn't stop two weeks ago and kept going, I just couldn't take it any more. I couldn't stand him talking about you in the way he did, saying those lies like they were the gospel truth. I…I…I’d…

As they continue to walk along Kailey notices JJ’s fists tighten a bit at recalling what Onikage had said.

JJ: I’d probably punch him again, and I’d have no regrets about defending your name in front of him again either.

Kailey casts her eyes at JJ, really looking at him. The guy is full of surprises that is for sure. At least someone is attempting to have your back, Kailey-girl. She reaches out to lightly touch his arm and looks at him in all seriousness.

Kailey: Thank you for that. Really. Thank you.

A small hint of red spreads across JJ’s cheeks and he grins playfully.

JJ: Eh don’t mention it, though I wouldn’t mind perhaps another kiss as a reward.

Smiling, Kailey looks away and grins. She puts her hands behind her back and lazily keeps walking.

Kailey: I dare to think what would become of us if that ever happened. I mean, the Lone Ranger is mad enough at you...

JJ chuckled lightly and shrugs his shoulders while looking at Kailey some what innocently.

JJ: Can’t blame me for trying.

Kailey just smiles softly and looks on ahead. JJ nods his head and gets a bit more of a serious expression on his face again.

JJ: Right, I’ll try and stay out of trouble and out of fights trying to defend your honor for now. Though I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to keep it if I see someone talking bad about you.

Kailey: I think... you had better get used to it. It's a face thing.

Kailey pats JJ on the shoulder as they come to a turn in the hallway.

Kailey: Well, if you don't mind, I am going to head back. I need to finish getting ready.

JJ: Okay, yeah, sorry to disturb your preparing for the main event. I’ll try and get a hold of you some time in the next few days. Make sure to take care of yourself in that match.

And like that the two part ways once more, Kailey heading back to her locker room while JJ walks further down the hall way. The camera fades out.

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The TNT’Tron springs to life with a picture of the entrance to a locker room, the little name plate reading “TNT General Manager’s Office”. Quickly it cuts to inside the office where Madison Lee is sitting behind her desk. However rather than hard at work for once it looks like Madison has some time on her hands, as she has a nearly completely constructed castle made out of playing cards in front of her. Carefully she picks up another card off of the desk and moves her hand slowly towards the partly built castle. She licks her bottom lip as she brings the card down onto the rest of it’s fellow cards…

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Smarty Smark: TEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN-AAAAAAAAAGE MMMMMMUUUUUUUUTANT NNNNNNNNINNNNNNJA SSSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMARTIES~!

In a blur Smarty Smark who’s up on the back of Ninja’s wheel chair zooms past the camera after they slam the door open and crash into the wall. With all this noise it startled Madison enough to take her focus off of her castle which due to all the movements crashes down to her desk. Smarty hops off of the back of the wheel chair and pulls it off from near the wall and looks down at the dazed Ninja.

Smarty Smark: You okay?

Extreme Ninja #2 even though in his dazed state manages to glare up at his manager.

Smarty Smark: Course you are.

The manager of the superstars wheels Ninja over to in front of Madison Lee’s desk, who is staring down at her destroyed castle in annoyance.

Smarty Smark: My my, it’s been a while eh Maddy? You are still as wrinkled and haggy as ever, but I’m not here to discuss that or how you look like an Omba Loomba after taking some time off to lay in the tanning bed.

Madison: I look like the Ompa Loompa? I'm not the one who's plump and round, Smarty.

Smarty Smark smirks and waves his index finger at the General Manager.

Smarty Smark: Tsk tsk tsk Maddy, manners, you are in front of impressionable people after all.

Smarty points down at Ninja.

Smarty Smark: Any ways the reason why I’ve graced you with my presence is because of business. In case due to your inferior intelligence you forgot you rewarded that cowboy in the stupid mask for assaulting my clients and the Cajuns. Now I don’t care if you reward the big Cajun after all he took quite the beating, like only he seems to know how to. But I can not believe even you are as stupid as to reward some one for interrupting an official match because he has some blue jay telling him what to do or whatever that bird is.

So it’s quite simple, after the punishment my client here took from that freak he deserves a reward too. I mean just look at what that stupid drunk Texan did to Ninja, he might not walk again… until Sunday.


As if to generate some sympathy for his client Smarty Smark points down to him so Madison will look at Ninja, who seems quite unhappy with being here,

Smarty Smark: Now I’m aware you have the tag titles all tied up as well as having that lil’ Miss who doesn’t deserve her belt facing the other Cajun, but I have a suggestion. Grant Ninja his reward next week or the week just before Anarchy in the UK. I’m quite sure by next week he’d be ready for whatever it is you place in front of him. But he isn’t the only one I’m here to talk about… the other being Alex Evans.

Madison: Oh yay. From an Ompa Loompa to Max Corona. What about Alex Evans?

Smarty Smark grins and lets out a snort like giggle at what Madison said.

Smarty Smark: What about him? What about him? Well I’ll tell you what about Alex Evans right now. Not sure if you were watching but just a bit ago Mister Evans took down single handedly a man you claim to be a top Fighting Spirit Contender in James Barret. That should amount to some thing around here and if I’m not mistaken make Alex in line for some type of reward. Like oh say a FIW World Cruiserweight title or FIW Fighting Spirit title shot.

Madison: Alex Evans will receive a championship opportunity when I say he's good and deserving of one. Which, quite frankly, he isn't. Do I need to remind you of the tactics Alex Evans used to win his match over James Barrett tonight? An Ompa Loompa and a Battle Ax doesn't exactly constitute skill.

Madison stands up from behind her desk as Smarty frowns from having the General Manager interrupt him in the middle of all his important ramblings.

Madison: And if the skull cowboy was such a destructive force, why is it that Ninja the only one of the four in a wheelchair?

Smarty Smark: Are you trying to imply Ninja isn’t as badly hurt as he seems?

Madison points down at Ninja and Smarty follows her finger right to her proof, Ninja some how managing to move around his legs despite being supposed too injured to do so.

Smarty Smark: I’ll have you know that I’ve been having the finest doctors look after him, so it might be due to their miracle like abilities that he is able to do that. I am outraged at the fact we would try to con you and if you keep this slander up I’ll take you to court.

The General Manager of TNT smiles an eerie kind of pleasant yet evil looking smile at Smarty Smark.

Madison: Anarchy In The UK is all booked up, Smarty. No room for a Ninja that rides around in a wheelchair, sorry. But, I can book Ninja on the first TNT fresh off Anarchy In The UK. And since you have such a large complaint about the skull cowboy "injurying" Ninja here. Why not give Ninja a chance a revenge? Extreme Ninja # 2 versus the skull cowboy?

At this news Smarty Smark grins while Extreme Ninja #2 gulps.

Smarty Smark: Perfect, and Alex Evans?

Madison: Alex Evans... yes. Well, he can have a chance to prove himself as a possible contender next Tuesday in a Cruiserweight Contendership match against... hmm, let's see. I think Chris Love is about ready to make his return to the ring. Oh, and the man that has seeminly haunted your client for the past couple of months and even managed a win a four-way contest that included Alex just recently-- Shannon Micheals.

Smarty Smark frowns slightly and grumbles.

Smarty Smark: Well played hag, well played.

Madison: Pfft. You know want me, you fat nerd. It ain't happening. Get lost.

And with that Smarty Smark wheels Extreme Ninja #2 out of the office of the General Manager as we cut back to ringside…

The titantron comes alive with the following images flickering across.

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The titantron then goes blank as the arena lights cut off. The arena waits in darkness and silence until a medium blood red glow envelops the ring and it’s surrounding area. A bright sky blue spotlight shoots around the crowd scanning around as the PA comes alive with the sounds of Ateryu’s Demonology and Heartache fast paced guitar intro blares throughout. The spotlight stops right before the lyrics hit and it remains still as Chris steps into the light wearing a sleeveless black shirt with a CL logo on the upper left chest. He also has some loose black warm-up pants with white flames on the bottom legs.

So unaffectionate,
So insecure.
You claim to know
A thing or two about heartache,
And what it’s like to have your insides pulled out.


The spotlight goes away and the blood red color turns into an icy blue light. Artifcal snow flakes begin to fall heavily onto the crowd as they look around in surprise. Chris throws his arm to the ground slapping his hand on the rampway to send pillars of fire erupting behind him.

Well I believe you
I see it every time your pallbearer’s pallor is obscured by the darkness (the darkness)
Dancing across your face (across your face)
And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain.
I know what it’s like when memories make you wince
And love letter read like obituaries
And photo albums are the books of the dead
I need no reminders, (no more reminders).
I’ll forget the past and lay it to rest.


The flames die down and the icy flakes stop falling and the lights turn back to their normal settings as Chris makes his way down to the ring followed closely by Brandon Bellmore.

If I had my way I’d cut
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart
If I could get past the sternum.
Cauterize those wounds with every kiss I could give to you.
I’m holding your heart in my hands,
The reason it still beats.

Am I being too cryptic?
Am I being too obscure?
Am I being too cryptic?
Am I being too obscure?
Love kills, romance is dead and I don’t even trust myself, but I love you
And you can pull my wings apart
And pin me down under glass until the end of days
If it can help you discover that we share the same pain.
I just hope you write your thesis before
Your subject is dead.
No life after death.


Chris jumps straight up onto the apron. He turns to look at the crowd and point to them with enthusiastic energy before flipping over the top rope backwards. Chris seems to be a bundle of unbridled energy as he hops in the ring. Brandon Bellmore comes up the stairs and enters the ring between the top and middle rope taking his time. Chris signals for the music to be cut off as he asks for a mic.

Chris: So. Here I am. Back and better than ever. Chris Love back on TNT and I got to tell you DC, I feel pretty damn good. So here I stand in the nation’s capital and in the middle of my new alter of worship. Now I wasn’t scheduled to return for some time but I just couldn’t resist coming out here. I wanted to remind the TNT locker room that Chris Love will be returning to a wrestling ring coming near you soon. Just so that everyone knows, every single Cruiserweight on the roster is on notice as of this moment. The days of being the FIW punching bag have ended and I plan on destroying everyone in my path to the CW Title. That is all I have to say. Because when you say Chris Love you say it all.

Chris tosses the mic at the ground and poses on the middle turnbuckle. He hops down and looks to leave the ring when suddenly a chair shot to his skull sends Chris to the mat. Brandon Bellmore stands tall as the crowd stares on in disbelief. Bellmore grabs the mic as Chris struggles to crawl on the mat.

Bellmore: Chris you are a moron. I am sick and tired of holding your hand. You want a lesson? Here is a real life lesson. Time to learn it the hard way. Trust no one. You think that you could just run your mouth about your “big return” without pissing someone off? Well guess what? You treat me like some worthless old man over the hill. Well that mistake will be your last. Trust me when I say someone has invested interest in you not coming back. I got paid quite a lot of money to take you out. And the powers that be have allowed me a No Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere Match. Oh and it starts now.

JH: Well I guess we have an impromptu match.

TM: I guess anything can happen here on TNT.

JH: Well I don’t think that this is quite right. Chris got straight blind sided.

TM: What? Chris has been shooting his mouth off for weeks. He all but asked for it.

The bell then rings and Brandon tosses the mic to the side. He then lays in another sick shot to Love’s skull that sends him through the middle and bottom rope out to the ring floor. Brandon gloats as he slides to the outside, stalking a now busted open Chris Love with the dented steel chair. Brandon measures Chris up for another shot. Chris is using the ring steps to get to his feet. He turns around and drops down to avoid a third chair shot. The chair crashes into the steps and the impact causes Bellmore to drop the chair. He turns around clutching his arms. He gets an evil glare and rushes back towards Chris. Chris rolls back over the stairs and in a fluid motion dropkicks the stairs into Bellmore’s legs sending him sprawling. Chris stands up to his feet with blood flowing down his face dripping down to his chest.

JH: Looks like the tables have changed.

TM: Chris looks like he has evil intentions on his mind.

Chris does indeed have bad thoughts as he moves the top half of the stairs out of the way. He slams Bellmore face first into the unforgiving steel over and over. Finally Chris relents giving us a shot of Bellmore spitting out blood from his busted nose. Bellmore tries to crawl away but Chris is now enraged. As Bellmore stumbles to his feet he gets rammed shoulder first into the ring post. Chris then throws Bellmore the other way into the guard rail. Bellmore snaps off clutching his back in agony. Chris catches him off the rebound and delivers the Dragon DDT. Chris covers out of instinct.

1………..2…….No!! Chris pulls Bellmore’s shoulder up.

JH: I guess Chris isn’t done with Bellmore quite yet.

TM: Well it isn’t going to get any prettier. I can promise you that.

Chris stands up and looks into the crowd as they stir in interest. Chris finally stops and points to the crowd showing he has an idea. He goes under the ring and pulls out a table. Chris holds up his hand to show he isn’t done yet. He goes under the ring to look again and this time he pulls out a ladder. The crowd begins to put the pieces together and seem to be interested on what Chris has in store next. Love sets the table up and drapes Bellmore’s limp body over the wooden frame. The ladder is the next piece of carnage to be set up. He places it up inside the ring near the edge and he begins to climb up. As he gets to the top he looks around and then signals the end. He flies off the top of the ladder all the way to the outside and though the table with a Flying Squirrel Splash.

1………2………3

Chris stumbles off of Bellmore’s broken body and calls for a mic.

Chris: So Bellmore. You sold out huh? Fine with me. I was done with your lessons anyways. So the question now remains... who the hell is the coward that put the bounty on my damn head? Trust me I will find out. And when I do I promise you will pay for it.

TNT finds itself in one of the many twisted underbellies of corridors beneath the MCI Center where decent lighting would seem to be a luxury, a good mopping would be a delight and maybe calling an exterminator would be a treat, we find the Canadian Enforcer, K-Funk, *coughBattle-Axcough*, Kendra Norton. Looking as comfortable as if her hand were in a blender and her foot in a bear trap, we find the First Lady of the Funky Bunch™ making her way down the corridor. Like in her usual confident swagger? Hardly. She grumbles to herself...

Kendra: I can't believe I have to go through this part of the building to get to Onikage. And I only have to tell him one thing - That I'll be his tag team partner in that garbage match he has to participate in.

Kendra continues on steppin', trying not to notice how the hallway seems to get eerily darker, colder, quieter.

Kendra: Of all places there couldn't be any service for my cellphone. I easily could've just called sensei and tell him over the phone, but no - this stupid arena doesn't have any service. How typical. Greedy Americans probably just trying to make people use payphones so the arena CEO can get a bigger boat with his Christmas bonus.

Kendra turns to her left and walks down another corridor... Not noticing the inverted pentagrams painted on the floor and on the walls.

Down this hallway, it seems as if the temperature 10 degrees colder, the sounds echoing off the walls are 10 decibals louder and the lights are 10 watts lower. Kendra zips up her leather jacket, then bringing her arms over her bosom. Her uncomfortability has since been wiped with nervousness. She chatters to herself...


Kendra: Just really inconvienient the way things are set up here. Having to go through, I dunno, Hell just to go to my Se--

[align=center]CLAAAAANG![/align]

Kendra stops dead in her tracks and turns around, seeing that a stack of lead pipes had fallen over. Kendra brings a hand over her chest, seemingly catching her breath. She takes several deep breaths, then turns around and continues her conquest to Onikage's locker room. Kendra murmers to herself once more as the pace of her walk quickens.

Kendra: Must've been a rat or something. There's probably loads of them in this part of the building. *takes a deep breath* Just relax, Kendra. What would the boys think, seeing you all worked up over being in a dark hallway. It's probably Alex setting all this up to freak me out and hope I'll jump into his arms. But I'm not freaking out. I know when I'm freaking out because when I'm freaking out, I talk to myself and try to keep myself calm. A--

What was that? Kendra stops dead in tracks as the sound of footsteps, not hers, echo off of the walls and into her ears. She turns around... Nothing. The sounds of the footsteps stop almost as soon as they start. Kendra looks all around her, not seeing any signs of life at all. "It's all a trick," she thinks.

Kendra: Alex! I know you're around here! You're not going to scare me into getting in the sack with you!

Nothing. No childlike giggles, nobody coming out from any corners and saying "It's all a big joke." No... nothing. Kendra takes another quick breath before she... feels a small weight on her left foot. Squeaking can be heard from all around, as the echos of the squeaks bounce all over the walls. Kendra's heart quickens as she looks down to find a living, breathi--

Kendra: AHHHHHHHHHH~!

Kendra SCREAMS before kicking her leg out and punting the rat on her foot. With a sickening SPLAT, the Rat lands several yards ahead of Kendra. It squeaks a couple more times before crawling into oblivion. Kendra's head darts around, seeing if someone, anyone, heard her fearful outburst.

Nothing.

She shakes her head and begins to walk again, turning down into another corridor.

As Kendra turns, the aroma of smoke climbs into her nose and as she walks into the next hallway, sees a door with smoke emiting from underneath. She looks to her left, then right and cautiously approaches the door. With the clicking of the door's knob, Kendra opens it an--

Dangling right in front of her face is some kind of FIREBALL!

But rather than back away, Kendra looks deep into the heart of the flames. It's no fire ball at all... With barbed wire dangling from the ceiling connectng into its core... It's her sensei's mask set ablaze.

Upon seeing this site, Kendra becomes visibly shaken, involuntarily breathing in smoke and smoke coulding into her eyes. Kendra immediately makes a run out of the room, coughing and rubbing her eyes. Once clear from the hellish visions she was shown, she spots another sight down the hall. A piece of paper, perhaps? Maybe a photograph? With her detective instincts overcoming her fears momentarily, she walks down the eternal hallway and finally comes within an arm's reach of what it is she spotted. She leans over and picks up a photograph.

A photograph featuring herself and Jim together. Looking to be happier and more casual times between them, Jim holds an arm around Kendra's shoulder and bearing a mammoth-sized smile while Kendra looks quite ecstatic, her arms around the Monster of TNT's waist and chest.

Kendra brings her view from the picture to the foreground, an angered sneer coming over her. The possibility that Jim could have something to do with the goings-on around her. "How did we get to this?" she's likely thinking. She sighs and looks back down on the picture. But... it doesn't look like it did a couple seconds ago.

A spot of crimson covers her face now. And with a small splattering, it covers her midsection. Kendra glances up...

Only to find the bloodied skeletal remains of some kind of animal hanging from the ceiling, being held up by barbed wire.

Kendra takes a deep inhale ready to scream but before she can the lights in the hallway turn red. And a loud, booming voice comes from behind her.


[align=center]"I loved you, Kendra."[/align]

The voice of Jim O'Brien.

Kendra frantically looks over her shoulder. . . Nothing.


[align=center]"I turned my life around for you, Kendra."[/align]

TNT's Monster is nowhere to be seen at all! Overwrought, Kendra turns over her other shoulder, hell, looks in every possible direction for where he could be!

[align=center]"But yet. . . For all that I have felt, YOU crushed my dreams. YOU annihilated my prayers. YOU nullified my hopes. YOU choked the life from my very soul. You didn't break my heart, Kendra. You slaughtered it - MUSCLE BY MUSCLE, VALVE BY VALVE - with your bare hands. And proudly leaving your hands stained with my blood."[/align]

Kendra beings to grow hysterical, her breathing very shaky and small wimpers escaping from with her as she fears what is to come.

[align=center]"And for the sins committed by you, Kendra and Onikage... I will execute great acts of vengeance upon you, punishing you furiously! THUS YOU WILL KNOW! I AM THE MONSTER OF TNT... when I wreak my vengeance on you.[/align]

Kendra grows incredibly fraught-filled as a small stream of liquified horror falls down the side of her cheek. Kendra swivel--

[align=center]BAM[/align]

Kendra hits the floor! Knocked out from whatever blow she was on the recieving end on, she lays in the middle of the hallway floor. With another small splattering from above, a small crimson dot plants right in the middle of her forehead.

Kendra... now begins to slide out of the picture, the sound of her being dragged interrupted by a familiar...


[align=center]"GRRRRRHHHHHMMMMM..."[/align]

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

TM: Ohhh, this next match has me all atwitter, Hitchen!

JH: Skull cowboy versus April Lynn?

TM: Hell yeah! He’s gonna smash her into the canvas, and maybe then the bitch’ll stop messing with poor Remy, and just let him be awesome.

JH: You’re a saint among men… before that match happens, though, we’ve got Katie Hudson backstage with the skull cowboy, for his first interview. Katie?

We switch to the FIW interviewing area where the lovely Katie Hudson and her never-say-die legs are dwarfed next to the impressive hulk of the skull cowboy. She doesn’t appear to be shaken, though, and makes with the interviewing.

KH: Thanks, Jonathan. I’m here with the skull cowboy, a man who has shown himself to be a dominating force here on TNT. I can’t think of anyone in the history of this federation who made such an impact this quickly. Tonight, cowboy, you face April Lynn. Cruiserweight Champion and a quite accomplished woman in other federations. Your thoughts on her?

Katie pushes the mic upward toward the cowboy’s “face”. He turns slightly toward it, then more toward Katie. His head settles back where it was before, and then the rumbling bass with a Mexican accent sneaks into our ears.

Skull Cowboy: My thoughts on her? She is very pretty. She seems smart. She has accomplished much.
The cowboy grows quiet, the crow on his shoulder flapping its wings and crying out. It hops from foot to foot for a moment, then settles.

KH: She’s not… beneath you? A soulless worm writhing in the mud of hypocrisy?

Again the cowboy turns his head to face Katie. He shakes it.

Skull Cowboy: No. Do you want me to threaten her? Tell you I’ll tear her limb from limb and eat the pieces? I’m not going to say that. Unlike the deal my superiors have struck with Madison Lee, this match has nothing to do with the messages I must deliver. It is simply a wresting match. If I decimate her, it is only because she is less skilled than me. The only point is competition.

Katie looks a bit taken aback, not exactly expecting that. She lets the expression fade, and clears her through, ready to throw on some intrepid reporting.

KH: So if you have nothing to say about this match, what about yourself? Most superstars walk through the doors and spill their life stories. We’ve barely gotten tidbits about the skull-faced monster now walking among us.

She puts the mic upward toward the cowboy’s face again. He sighs loud enough for us to hear it.

Skull Cowboy: You want a story? All right. I will tell you a story from my life. There was a time where I was a bouncer for a bar back in Mexico. It was a late night, but everyone had been behaving fairly. I myself was speaking with a lovely young chica at the bar. She was very sweet, and smelled of vanilla and peaches.

The cowboy takes a pause for breath.

Skull Cowboy: What I didn’t know is that she had a boyfriend. She was the type of puta to lure men in so her hombre grande y fuerte could step in and kick some ass, and feel better about himself. The pendejo steps up to me and shoves me in the chest, says to back off his woman… so I says, ‘let’s take it outside if you really wanna do this, cabron.’ He says he’s ready to rumble, he’s ready to fight. So I lead the way outside.

He pauses, perhaps blinking.

Skull Cowboy: That was a estupido thing to do. He came at me from behind with a pool cue, and splintered it across my back. I could feel bits of wood in my muscles, the sharp sting across my spine where the wood snapped. But I stood tall. His little buddies had come with him, to make sure the fight went his way. They handed him another pool cue, and this time he went for my head.

The cowboy tilts his face to regard Katie eye-to-socket. She listens intently, her arm likely getting tired from lactic acid building up.

Skull Cowboy: I was lucky not to get any splinters in my eyes. I was lucky I didn’t get a concussion. He wasn’t so lucky. My sight only went blurry for a second as the second pool cue broke. I stared down at him as hard as I could… I just wanted to reach out and tear out his windpipe, and then feed it to him. I told him to run away. I told him I didn’t want to see him again, unless he was coming to drink peacefully.

The cowboy pauses again, perhaps making some unseen facial expressions behind his terrifying mask.

Skull Cowboy: I saw him about two years later. Another fool decided he’d like to take me outside. I was turning around, getting ready to walk out the door, when that very same pendejo who broke two pool cues over me says “Don’t do it, essa. He’ll fuck you up. Trust me.”

The cowboy shrugs ever-so-slightly.

Skull Cowboy: He trusted him. We didn’t tussle. The pendejo and I talked for a few hours before my shift ended.

The cowboy grows silent, and Katie realizes she can talk again.

KH: That was… incredibly interesting… if not at all pertinent.

The cowboy shrugs again.

Skull Cowboy: You asked for a story, mujer. I gave you a story. Now, I’ve got a match to wrestle.

The cowboy walks past Katie Hudson, who stares at the camera, shrugging at a loss for words.

The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage with her Cruiserweight Championship around her waist, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring. She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. Dropping her duster off her shoulders, she tosses it aside before removing her Cruiserweight Championship and raising it in the air for all the fans to see. She turns holds it up for the opposite side of the arena and then passes the belt off to the ref. She backs into her corner, doing some last minute preparations for the forth-coming contest.

JH: You ready for this one, Thomas? April looks ready.

TM: Are you kidding?! She looked terrified! And rightfully so. I think the only person wanting to climb in the ring with the skull cowboy is Carl.

JH: I think you’re right. But after the way cowboy manhandled Carl with ease last week, I think it’s obvious the skull cowboy has more power than we originally thought.

MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Aurora, Ohio; she is the FIW Cruiserweight Champion… APRIL LLYYYNNN!!!

[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. 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.

JH: Here is the man that delivered a message to April Lynn this past week. I still don’t understand it.

TM: No one understands the skull cowboy. I think that’s the whole point of him!

JH: I’ll tell you something else I don’t understand. This Tag Team Championship match at Anarchy In The UK!

TM: Nice segue. Carl and cowboy teaming up to take on Slam’s team of Maggot Korps. Even with Carl and cowboy not getting along, they’re gonna squash the Korps like maggots! Ha! See what I did there?

MA: And the opponent, weighing in at three hundred and forty-nine pounds; from Angel Fire, New Mexico… he is the SKKUUULLL COOOOWWWWBBBOOOYYYY!!!

Logan Black calls for the bell, prompting the match to begin. April cautiously steps out of her corner while the cowboy walks right to the center of the ring, still staring the small woman down.

JH: I don’t know how April’s gonna be able to combat someone this large.

TM: You saying April doesn’t stand a chance?

JH: No. She stands a chance. Is it a good chance? I don’t think so.

April glances around at the crowd, trying to rally support into her and steps in THROWING A RIGHT HAND UP AT THE COWBOY’S FACE!! But nothing happens. Cowboy doesn’t even flinch at the blow, continuing to stare down at the woman. Gulp, would be the word April’s looking for. She glances back before backing off the ropes and THROWING A RUNNING FOREARM INTO COWBOY’S FACE! Still, nothing from the cowboy.

JH: Goodness! He doesn’t even feel the shots from April!

TM: She’s gonna have to put more punch in the mix.

April backs off the ropes again and GETS CAUGHT BY THE THROAT BY COWBOY! He lifts her off her feet with just one hand clamped around her throat. His nothing eyes stare up at her as he lifts her completely off the ground… AND GETS KICKED IN THE STOMACH! April drops to her feet as cowboy hunches over slightly from the shot to her gut.

JH: Thank goodness April got out of that!

TM: He didn’t look like he was gonna do anything to her. He was just… staring! Creepy!

April scrambles to grab cowboy in a front face lock before GETTING THROWN TO THE MAT! Cowboy throws his head back, staring down at April on the canvas. She uses the ropes and the turnbuckle to get to her feet. Cowboy runs in and finds his face planted in the turnbuckle as April ducks aside! She leaps up and SMACKS a kick off the back of his knee! Another kick to the side of his knee! And another one!

JH: April’s attacking those legs! Trying to immobilize cowboy. Not a bad idea!

TM: Can’t slam you if he can’t stand!

April either hears them or had the idea all along as she continues to kick away at the hobbling cowboy’s knee! At least until cowboy grabs her throat against and THROWS HER BACKWARDS! April slams into the canvas and rolls through to her feet! She charges and SMACKS A LOW DROPKICK INTO COWBOY’S KNEE!

JH: April’s really bringing the fight here tonight. More than I thought she’d be able to bring to cowboy.

TM: I don’t think cowboy expected it either. She’s really got him struggling now.

April grabs the cowboy’s hair, using it to hold his head in place as she smacks her elbow up against his skull repeatedly! Cowboy uses his hands to force April’s hold off him and SMACKS her in the throat with a thrusting punch! The force carries April backwards to the canvas, holding her throat as she gasps in air.

JH: Look at the force of that punch from cowboy! He could’ve crushed her windpipe!

TM: He’s not the most finesse guy in the world, but he gets the job done.

Cowboy shakes the pain out of his knee, using the ropes to support himself as he tests his weight (a lot of weight) on his leg. All is good as the cowboy makes his way over to the Cruiserweight Champion. He grabs the woman by her throat, lifting her up with both hands! April kicks her legs as the life is choked out of her but quickly finds herself slammed back down into the canvas with a two-handed choke slam!

JH: Cowboy Raising the Dead with that move.

TM: Nice calling.

JH: Thank you. April’s early lead is beginning to mean nothing now. Cowboy’s just shaken it off.

A handful of hair is all cowboy needs to drag April up to her feet. He pulls her up so that she’s horizontally across his chest before falling back and tossing April into the air! She crashes into the canvas and rolls to the ropes, hooking an arm around the bottom cord as she arches her back in pain. Cowboy sits up and glances behind himself to spot April already trying to pull herself up to her feet. Cowboy gets up and marches over to April, grabbing her in a rear waistlock, dragging her from the ropes.

JH: I have to admire April’s determination but if you’re facing cowboy, maybe you should just stay down!

Cowboy falls back again, once again throwing April into the air, this time in a release German suplex! But April lands on her feet! Surprisingly! A small wobble as the woman attempts to maintain her balance, cowboy none the wiser as he climbs to his feet. April charges in and DROPKICKS HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!

TM: That’s why she won’t stay down! She’s still got fight left in her!

JH: She’s gonna have to be quick if she wants to evade cowboy.

Cowboy peels his face off the turnbuckle as April grabs a handful of his hair, pulling him down onto the back of his head! She climbs up to the middle rope, waiting for cowboy to try and reclaim his feet. She moves to the top rope and flips off onto cowboy’s shoulders-- and gets caught!

JH: April was going for her finisher the April Showers and got caught!

TM: You can’t do something like that against cowboy! You just can’t!

Cowboy walks around the ring with April, staring her down before FORCING HER BACKWARDS OVER HIS SHOULDERS AND DOWN TO THE CANVAS! Cowboy makes no move to cover the unmoving woman at his feet, his eye… sockets staring down at her as the crowd let him know that why don’t like him. They don’t like what he did to Carl and they don’t like what he’s doing to April right now.

JH: Cowboy nailed the Chaser with ease on April. And now… what’s he doing?

TM: He isn’t trying to win this match, that’s for sure.

JH: He’s just trying to cause pain, that’s all.

Cowboy pulls her back up, April having no idea where she is right now. Cowboy scoops her up and DROPS HER TO THE CANVAS WITH A FALLING SCOOP SLAM! He immediately moves to grab her face, PUNCHING HER RIGHT IN THE CHEST!

JH: Ugh! A scoop slam and now a punch to the chest? What’s that about? He’s already got her down. That was just to being disrespectful!

TM: Well, it looks like it hurts. And probably drives the air out of her some… I would think.

JH: It wasn’t necessary, Thomas.

Cowboy gets back to his feet, scanning the crowd with his lack of eyes while Logan Black checks to make sure April can continue this match. Apparently she can as he attempts to sit up. After a couple tries she succeeds in doing so. Unfortunately cowboy is done taking an attendance count and makes his way back over to her. He assistance her climb back to her feet (so nice) and applies a standing head scissors!

JH: What is he gonna do here?

TM: Bombamuerte, maybe? Something equally as devastating?

JH: He could’ve ended this match at any point. It’s just getting ridiculous now!

Cowboy lifts April up onto his shoulders and drops his right arm. He holds the lightweight on his shoulders, seemingly having forgotten there’s a match going on. Or maybe he just enjoys making her panic at the thought of not knowing when she’s gonna get plunged down into hell. But April pushes herself over his head! She flips down his back, pulling the surprised cowboy down in a sunset flip! April kicks off the mat and bridges out!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
[/align]


Cowboy kicks out just as the bell is rung! April crumbles to the mat, seemingly exhausted after that last spurt of energy.

MA: Here is your winner… APRIL LLLYYYNNN!!!!

JH: I can’t believe it! April just beat skull cowboy!

TM: That was luck, Jonathan!

JH: Only takes three seconds!

Cowboy is back to his feet, staring down at April… well, we don’t’ know what he’s thinking ‘cuz we can’t see his face. But either he’s pissed off or he doesn’t realize the match is over. Or maybe he doesn’t care. Regardless, he towers over April, who has nothing to do but try and crawl from the ring. An escape that doesn’t happen when cowboy gets a hold of her.

JH: Hey! Come on! The match is over!

TM: He’s gotta deliver a message. Or something to that effect.

But it doesn’t happen! Cowboy releases his hold on April as Carl climbs into the ring and RUNS THROUGH COWBOY WITH A LARIAT! Before cowboy can even fully get back to his feet, Carl yanks him up and boots him in the gut! Carl uses all the strength he can muster, flipping the cowboy onto his shoulders and DRIVING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!!

JH: Carl gives his tag team partner at Anarchy In The UK the Hard Goodbye! Talk about payback!

TM: I bet he wishes it was goodbye to the skull cowboy!

Carl gets back to his feet, silently (‘cuz that’s how he does everything) staring down at the cowboy. He helps April to her feet and pulls the Lady from the ring and out of reach of the laid out cowboy.

JH: Last week cowboy made an impact on Carl but Carl’s gotten his revenge tonight.

TM: I’m guessing the skull cowboy isn’t gonna be happy when he teams with Carl in less than two weeks.

JH: The odds of TNT bringing the Tag Titles back home aren’t looking too good.

One of the multitude of TNT cameras cuts backstage to a locker room door. The said door opens and Kailey Lane walks through, a look of resolve on her face. The camera pans back to reveal Kailey walking about her locker room, tossing things, picking through bags, obviously getting ready to take her turn again as a referee in the ring.

Something catches her eye on a far bench and her brows try to close in across her forehead.

That wasn't there before.

As she approaches curiously, the camera swerves in behind her. Kailey bends over and picks up whatever has caught her interest and the camera tries catch a peek as to what seems to be so interesting. Peering over her shoulder, the camera spots a pure white rose in her hand with the thorns still on the steam. A plain white card seems to be tied to the top of the steam, just below the fragrant petals. Mixed emotions show in the smile on her face, not sure to be wary or to be happy at the sweetness of the gift. Kailey quickly flips over the card to read what is written there.


[align=center][Note’s Contents]

“Dear, Kailey Lane.

I have written you this note as a way to wish you good luck for tonight with your referee job in the Dual Crown Championship match. As I would hope that no harm comes to you in any imaginable way during the match, though I am aware there are quite a few fiends that will be around you. However let us also hope that a repeat of Vendetta dare not occur, as I fear Swytch would not be as merciful to you for that mistake as Dante was.

Love, An enigma.”[/align]

Unsure of what to make of it, she reads the note a second time. Shaking her head, she grapples with the context of the note. The words and structure are unfamiliar. Her expression abruptly shifts to one of disgust as her mind realizes just in whose hand the note is written. Nose crinkled in disgust, Kailey furiously rips the note from the stem, ripping it into tiny pieces. Her hand crumbles the flower, the silky white petals falling bruised and battered to the floor. The camera follows one such petal as it falls from her hand to lay upon the floor, a bright bit of white that is slowly and quietly devoured up by a black screen...

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

TNT returns live in the corridors of the MCI Center. Cruiserweight Champion April Lynn is making her way back to her locker room, accompanied by her knight in shining armor Carl Lucas.

April: I can’t thank you enough for saving me from that freak.

Despite the fact that Carl makes no indication he’s about to dispute her fact, April rushes to stop him.

April: I mean, I know that wasn’t all about me. You’ve got issues with the cowboy. But, I’m still incredibly grateful.

The two are interrupted as Remy Barteaux barges into the scene, walking straight up to the large mass of muscle that is Carl Lucas.

Remy: Dhere ya are! Ah been lookin’ all over dhis buildin’ for ya. Mah match is next, ya know? Instead of helpin’ me prepah, you’re off doin’ a dance number with Ghost Rider.

Throughout Remy’s entire rant, the Cajun makes no acknowledgment of the woman standing two feet to his right. And surprisingly enough, that very woman makes no acknowledgment of him. To the point that she begins speaking to Carl again as if they weren’t even interrupted.

April: Well, again… thank you, Carl. Good luck at Anarchy In The UK. Hopefully we both win our matches.

Remy finally acknowledges April to give her that “You have some nerve” look. After all, the woman he’ll be facing at the pay-per-view just told his tag team partner that she hopes to win her match.

Remy: Heh. Well, isn’t dhat nice? You two are all chummy now? Y’know, if it wasn’t for me--

We’ll never know because April continues her trend of ignoring the Cajun. Especially now that someone else as made their way into the scene. Some of you might not know him, but others may recognize him right away. A certain platinum blonde commentator of the now defunct NGIW. Take a gander at the Blondie Bear here. The Merchants eye the newcomer, Remy with more contempt for the interrupter.

Remy: Do ya mind? We’re kinda havin’ a thing here.

April moves over to the newcomer, completely ignoring both Remy’s presence and his words.

April: Carl. I’d like to introduce you to my date for tonight. This is Dade Vaughn. Dade, this is Carl. He helped me out tonight.

Carl gives a silent nod in acknowledgement while Remy’s eyes tell the story of being deeply offended. How could she? Just because he ignores her existence and is in a match with her at the pay-per-view. When was that giving the OK to see other people? Then again, he was never actually her boyfriend, was he? But still. She has nerve!

Dade: Nice to meet you, big fella.

April: I just gotta hop in the shower and then I’ll be ready to go.

Dade: What about…

Dade trails off as his attention is diverted towards the deeply offended Remy Barteaux. Realizes the attention is on him, Remy hides all the offense as quickly as he can.

April: Oh. *sighs* Dade, Remy. Remy, Dade. Let’s go.

Dade: Ohhh. Remy.

Remy cocks an eyebrow at the tone in Dade’s voice as he speaks the Cajun’s name.

Remy: What’s dhat about?

April: Nothing. See you at Anarchy, Remy.

April grabs Dade by the head and drags her date off away from Carl and… the boy the used to be her friend. The Merchants stand alone in the corridor, staring after the departing Cruiserweight Champ and her apparent date for the evening.

Remy: Pfft! He’s not even remotely attractive!

Suddenly the picture turns static filled and the audio is cut out, for several seconds all that is visible is fuzz. However the image starts to clear up and fades into a rather dark and damp looking building, which has a ring set in the middle of it and bleachers on the right and left sides of the ring. The camera focuses on the ring and on the one small minor difference between a normal FIW ring and it, rather than the standard ropes this ring has barbed wire as its acting ropes. As the camera pans across the surroundings it becomes apparent just what the TNT camera crew is in, a VFW otherwise known simply as a bingo hall.

???????: Three hundred and twelve...

Quickly the camera cranes over to the right set of bleachers where at the very top sits a figure, hidden from the viewing audience by the shadows and darkness lingering in the bingo hall.

???????: Three hundred and twelve hours to be exact. That is the time remaining until I am forced to step in a ring not very much different than the one I’ve been looking at. But in an arena very much different than this one and against a set of opponents very much different than ones that are imaginary in my head. But in this very country none the less, this country which I’ve not bothered to compete in since abandoning the lost cause that I once called my home in FIW.

The figure rests his black clothed from a shirt arms on his legs which are clothed by a pair of black jeans. The not so mystery, mystery man leans forward and hunches over as he reveals himself to the camera. A crudely put together leather mask makes the man unmistakable to any one who watches FIW.

Onikage: Though the match that I’ve stepped into is a match much more suited for a low brow arena such as this. Some would not even give this building the honor of calling it an arena. But to the local English promotion this is their arena, this is where they get to show case their talent in front of...all their relatives and friends from childhood. Putting themselves through hell like that ring and hoping one day to be where I am in our industry. I do not like the fact that I’m being put back into a match I’ve long since out grown.

But I suppose a hack like James needs to resort to such elementary means of wrestling.


Onikage stares at the barbed wire and seems to space out a bit, perhaps thinking back to his younger years in the wrestling business or some memory. Whatever it is it fades as quickly as it came.

Onikage: However I believe the fans should not misunderstand my feelings towards this match. I may not approve and I may not like the idea of having to lower myself to such a match again, it doesn’t mean I am complaining or won’t go through with it. No, oh no far from it, in fact I am to a very small degree happy with the choice. I gave myself a handicap by allowing James to choose the match he wanted, wanting him to pick the option he felt he was most confident with.

I’m even furthering this handicap by refusing to use weapons, including the barbed wire itself, during the match. And I’ve been fine with him having Some Kind of Monster backing him up. For when I defeat James yet again, I don’t want any excuses from him. I don’t want him throwing a fit over the fact of some thing in his mind wasn’t fair and square in the match.


The Straight Edge Savior nods his head slightly and looks away from the ring and the camera.

Onikage: I’ve given him his own personal battle field, I’ve allowed him to have his goliath of a friend and I’ve as always refused to use illegal though in this case legal weapons. So when I force James to the canvas and force him to submit to me, as I watch tears roll down his face as he cries out for his ally to help him, and as those misguided masses who cheer him watch their hero fall one last time, he’ll have no excuses. James will have no one to blame except for himself, finally he will stop pointing his fingers at every one else that’s ruined his life oh so badly and take responsibility for his own faults and problems.

A small demented smile creeps over Onikage’s chapped lips.

Onikage: And so many appear curious as to whom my partner will be, who I will find to team with me. They all seem to think the choice is a rather big deal when in reality, it isn’t. I realize I’ve burned my bridges with quite a few people and some just by watching what I’ve done for the greater good since they are simple minded wouldn’t team with me. I’ve even played with the idea to give James yet another advantage by doing this alone, by allowing him to have two on one.

It doesn’t really concern me as much as some people seem to think it should be right about now. I may find myself a partner for the match or I may not and face the Monsters solo. In either case I have three hundred and twelve hours until I am forced to decide this. James has three hundred and twelve hours to decide whether he is ready to face the truth finally.

Some Kind of Monster has three hundred and twelve hours to prepare to step into a battle that was until last week none of his business.


Onikage shrugs his shoulders and looks upward at the ceiling.

Onikage: Perhaps if I was a less caring man we wouldn’t be in this situation. Perhaps if I was a hack like James I would have ended his career by now with a well placed chair shot to the spine. And perhaps if I was more of a religious man when it comes to the subject of Christianity I would pray for James’ and Monster’s mortal health and souls. But I am none of those things so all I can do is sit back and await the date of April ninth, when Tuesday Night Throwdown comes to London, England and I end the destructive path James has paved with blood and pain for himself.

You may be too far gone to save James, you may be condemned but I will prevent you from taking any one with you. Whether it is double M or Kendra Norton or even your latest misguided ally, Some Kind of Monster...


Slowly the small demented smile on Onikage’s face widens into a smirk behind his mask.

Onikage: Or even myself...

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JH: Next up we have ourselves a rematch as Remy Barteaux attempts to take back the Fighting Spirit Championship.

“Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance…

[align=center]“Coming around my senses torn
Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed
As long as you see it as long as you know
As long as you fake it nobody knows”
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The silent giant, Carl Lucas steps out behind him, shadowing him with that stoic, unwavering expression that he’s made his trademark as the two make their way along the raised walkway. Remy takes in the sights and sounds before reaching the ring and stepping through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation.

JH: In about two weeks, Remy’s gonna be facing off against April Lynn, you gotta know that’s gonna be on his mind.

TM: April’s on my mind.

JH: I mean wrestling April will be on his mind.

TM: Wrestling April’s on my mind too.

JH: Fully clothed.

TM: Oh.

[align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering
My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”
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Carl moves to a neutral position at ringside as Remy drops down from his perch and turns to face the entranceway. He warms up, stretching his legs, cracking his neck from side to side and checking the tape around his wrists as he waits for the start of the match.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is for the FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIONSHIP and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 225lbs, REMY, BAAAARTEAUUUUUUUUX!!!

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

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

[align=center]BLEED!
BLEED!

BLEED IT OUT!

YEAH!
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TM: Our champion, truly the embodiment of Fighting Spirit.

JH: If you say so.

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.

MA: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 190lbs, he is the FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIOOOOON, THIS, IS, GRAAAAAAVEEEEEEER!!!

Michaela does the usual rule explaining thing as both men walk into the centre, glaring at each other, their animosity almost tangible. They nod their understanding of the referee’s words as she steps back and signals to the timekeeper.

DING, DING!

No sooner does the bell ring out through the auditorium does Graver fire two fingers into the eyes of the former Fighting Spirit Champion! Remy staggers back, clutching his face with his hands and Graver takes a moment to laugh his ass off.

JH: Oh yeah, this guy embodies the title of Fighting Spirit.

TM: HAHA, that’s hilarious. What are you going on about?

Remy clears the stars from his eyes and re-focuses on the cackling metal head before him. He reels back and glances a blow off Graver’s jaw, snapping his head to the side and snapping him out of his own hilarity. The champ looks back, almost offended at his fun being interrupted, and fires back in kind. Remy is rocked, but comes back with another right hand, to which Graver responds with one of his own, and the back and forth continues with neither gaining a definitive advantage.

JH: Remy’s not in the mood for games, he wants his title back, and he wants it tonight.

The back and forth continues until Remy ducks beneath a swinging right from Graver and spins himself to come up beside him. Graver turns and takes a boot to his mid section, allowing Remy to take him by the wrist and whip him across the ring. Graves ricochets and barrels straight back into the waiting Cajun, who leaves his feet and wraps his legs around the champion’s head, dragging him down with a Hurricanrana! Graver is thrown across the ring and slides into the ropes, but quickly spins himself around to see his opponent, who is rising to his feet on the other side of the ring.

TM: Trust Remy to kick the match off by wrapping his legs around his opponent’s head. I think Graver’s right you know.

JH: About what?

TM: About Remy’s love of the man sausage.

JH: …You’re both idiots.

Remy takes to his feet and turns to find his opponent…charging towards him! Graver football tackles the Cajun back into the corner where he proceeds to wail on him with a flurry of fists and elbows and forearms and knees!

TM: Graver’s got Remy IN DA PIIIIIIIT!!!

Bone and muscles bounce off Remy’s own in a relentless flood of violence that drowns the former champion and eventually sees him sliding down the turnbuckle and dropping to his ass in the corner. Graver steps back, throwing his arms out the side as the crowd shower him with boos. Most of them anyway, there are always a few hardcore Graver heads in the audience chanting his name and bowing to his awesomeness. But mostly, it’s the booing thing. He turns back, having soaked in enough adulation, and takes a hold of the top ropes. He lifts himself up and stands on Remy’s head, pausing momentarily before breaking into a merry jig on the Cajun’s crown.

TM: SLAM DANCING ON REMY’S HEAD!!!

Remy throws his arms up in an attempt to block those dancing feet, but there’s candy in Graver’s heels tonight as he jigs away, pounding his feet into the ex-champ’s cranium before dropping back down to the canvas and scraping his boot across Remy’s face as he goes.

TM: You know, if Remy really wanted that belt back he wouldn’t let Graver dance on his face.

JH: I don’t think he let him.

TM: I bet he gets off on it, sick little monkey.

Graver takes a moment to bask in his awesomeness before returning to his opponent and grabbing himself a handful of those dirty blonde locks. He drags him up to his feet and fires a European style Uppercut across his jaw, before whipping him off across the ring. Remy bounces off the ropes and flies back at the champ, who ducks down and throws him over his shoulder with a -- No! He gets him halfway up and Remy kicks out his legs, wrapping Graver’s head into a chancery before dragging him back down and spiking his head into the canvas!

JH: DEE DEE TEE!!! Nice counter from Remy, just when he needed one!

Graver’s head bounces off the canvas and he rolls into his back. Remy too rolls aside, clutching his head in his hands as he takes the pause in action to recover slightly from his reluctant dance session with the champ. Graver’s eyes un-glaze and he rolls onto his front, slowly pushing himself up. Remy sees this and begins to pull himself up using the ropes. Both men rise steadily, but Graver suddenly bursts into action with a Spear!

That Remy spins to avoid! Graver clatters into the corner and yelps out in the pain of having rammed his shoulder into the turnbuckle post. He pulls himself loose, favouring his shoulder, and turns right into a boot from Remy! He doubles over and the Cajun takes him by the wrist. He shoots him off towards the ropes, but Graver reverses! He pulls Remy into a Clothesline, but Remy ducks and pops up behind him! Graver spins, so does Remy, and the Cajun lands a Spinning Kick right into the champion’s shoulder, knocking him off balance as he grimaces in pain!

JH: Quick thinking by Remy.

TM: Bah, lucky break is all.

With Graver staggered, Remy charges him back into the ropes and shoots him off. No reversal this time, just the shaggy haired FSC hurtling across the ring and bouncing off the far cables. Remy charges him as he returns and the two meet in the middle, with Remy leaping up and flipping himself round to Graver’s back and locking himself into a Crucifix position. He holds it for a few moments, wrenching back on Graver’s arm and torqing that shoulder as best he can, before dragging the champ backwards and spiking him onto his head with the…

JH: FLUX INCAPACITATOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!

Remy quickly scrambles into a cover!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kickout!!!
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Graver throws his shoulder up, which causes him some pain but saves him the match.

JH: Close on there for Graver.

TM: Pfft, he’s got it all under control.

JH: Looks like it.

Remy rolls to a knee and takes a breath as Graver stares up at the lights. The Cajun pulls himself to his feet and heads over to his downed opponent. He grabs his arm and straightens it out, before laying some boots to that already injured shoulder!

JH: Remy’s gonna pick apart that shoulder for the rest of the match, he’s so focused on picking up the win here tonight that it seems to have sharpened his match psychology.

TM: That’s fine, ‘cos it all goes into making Graver a wounded animal, emphasis on the word “a-ni-mal”. All Remy’s doing is pissing him off.

Graver reaches over and tries to grab at Remy’s leg, but can’t quite catch it. The former champ draws himself around in front of his opponent, still gripping his arm tightly and begins to pull him to his feet, putting extra pressure on that shoulder joint as he tries to pull the arm clear out of it. Graver cries out as he’s dragged to his feet, but with a sudden burst of adrenaline he kicks out, finding Remy’s gut and releasing his hold, before turning and snapping his neck down with a Stunner!

TM: BAM! JUST LIKE THAT BITCH!

JH: But Remy’s head snapped off that shoulder, that one move hurt them both.

Remy snaps back to the canvas with tremendous force, and Graver drops to the side hugging his shoulder after having his opponent’s jaw crack against it. He takes a few moments to gather his senses, before throwing himself into a pin.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kickout!!!
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Remy manages to kick out and Graver rolls off to once more comfort his shoulder, as his opponent stares out into the black, Carl slamming on the apron in an attempt to will his partner up.

After a few moments, Graver pulls himself up and sneers down at his opponent, before stalking over to him and taking him by the head. He pulls him up snaps a forearm off his jaw, staggering the Cajun before he binds him forward and shoves his head between his legs.

JH: Time for some Violent Pornography.

TM: My favourite kind.

He hooks up his arms and…Remy fights back! He summons up all his weight and heaves Graver off the canvas! The champion kicks out, trying to force himself back to the mat but to no avail as Remy manages to power him over with a Back Body Drop! Graver slams into the canvas and Remy drops to his knees, then to all fours as he recovers from the strength sapping counter.

JH: Nice reversal from Remy, but how much did it take out of him?

Graver rolls up and takes to a knee, glancing over to Remy who seems to be doing likewise. Both men steadily take to their feet, but before Remy can turn around, Graver charges in! He takes him by the head and runs him toward the ropes. He takes to the air, sliding himself through the middle and top cables as he drops Remy’s throat across the middle rope with some kind of crazy ass Bulldog!

TM: What a move! Now that was awesome!

Remy is hung up on the middle cable, spluttering and coughing from having it rammed into his windpipe, as Graver takes a moment to admire his awesomeness. Moment over, he moves in and cracks a vicious forearm off Remy’s jaw that dazes the former champ and keeps him in place so that Graves can hop up onto the apron. He walks along and stops beside Remy, before jumping up and dropping a leg across the back of the Cajun’s head!

JH: Ooh! Vicious leg drop from the champ!

Remy bounces back into the ring, holding his throat in pain as he wheezes and coughs. Michaela gets up in Graver’s face, scolding him for his actions and ordering him back into the ring. He says something that we can’t quite hear, though it seems to be something along the lines of “Relax, sweet-cheeks.” Whatever it is, he gets a mean glare for his trouble as he steps back through the ropes. The ref checks on Remy who seems to have stopped spluttering for now and is currently trying to drag his carcass toward the ropes. He doesn’t get far though as Graver grabs him by the leg and drags him back towards centre ring…but Remy spins round onto his back and kicks out, knocking Graver back! He staggers back a few paces as Remy rolls back to his front and pushes himself up to all fours, but the champ comes back and grabs himself a handful of those scruffy blonde locks. He hauls Remy up, but the Cajun swings round with a STIFF right hand that rocks the Detroit native!

JH: He’s fighting his way back into this!

TM: It’s too late for that, just lie down and die already!

Remy fires another right, and a sloppy left, and a tired right, all making their mark and forcing Graver backwards, until he manages to block and fire a boot into Remy’s -- NO! Remy catches it and spins himself into a Spinning Wheel Kick that floors the champion! The crowd are popping as the Cajun gets more and more fired up!

JH: He’s so determined to leave here tonight with that gold and leather wrapped around his waist.

TM: Well he’s gonna be sorely disappointed when Graver gets up and kicks his -- hey, who’s that?

Graver pulls himself up to his and Remy sizes him up, waiting for him to turn before launching at him with the…

JH: MOB HIIIIIIIT!!!

Graver snaps into the canvas and Remy spins with the force. And it’s then that he notices…

JH: James Barrett! What the hell!?

TM: He’s got a steel chair in hand, what’s he up to? Is he here to save Graver?

JH: I doubt. In fact, I’d say it’s the total opposite after what Graver did to him. I’d say Barrett’s here for a little revenge.

TM: For the cinder block thing? Oh please, get over it already.

As James reaches the ropes, Remy throws his arms up in protest, pleading with the Brit to turn around and go back up the walkway.

JH: If Barrett gets a chance to use that thing, Remy’ll be disqualified and the title will remain on Graver. That’s the last thing he wants.

Both men argue over the top rope as Michaela tries to intervene. She ducks out and tries to pry the chair from James’ grasp, only to be knocked down onto the walkway for her trouble. Remy protests, stepping on the bottom rope and leaning over, pointing to the back and yelling for Barrett to leave, or at least wait till the match is over, but James isn’t hearing him.

CRACK!

James reshapes the chair over Remy’s head, sending the Cajun crashing back into the ring and clearing the Brit’s path to Graver!

JH: What the hell!? Has this man no respect for others? There’s a title match going on here, that’s a little more important then his personal vendetta!

DING, DING!

Michaela signals for the bell, pausing James in his tracks as he glances around to see what’s going on. Michael Anderson plucks up to inform the crowd.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, by DQ, REMY BARTEAAAUUUUUUUX!!!

Remy lies motionless on the floor, unaware of the match’s outcome. Barrett shrugs, not really giving a crap as he watches Graver slowly pull himself up to his knees.

JH: Well that’s it, Remy’s chances have been ruined here tonight by that man.

TM: Who cares!? Graver’s getting stalked by that crazy Brit with a chair!

Barrett moves around in front of the man that introduced him to a large, grey block last week, and waits for him to look up into his eyes. A menacing grin forms on Barrett’s face as Graver’s eyes gape in surprise, and…

CRACK!!!

Once again the chair is misshapen, this time over the scraggly head of the Fighting Spirit Champion! He crumbles to the floor and Gentleman Jim lays in another shot to his side, and another, and another as he unloads his rage on the FSC.

JH: This is ridicules, get him out of there!

Barrett stops his assault as he glances up and spots the 338lb silent giant, Carl Lucas stepping into the ring and bee-linging for his position. The gent chooses the better part of valour and slides out of the ring, pleased with his work as he backs away, leaving Carl to tend on his dazed and confused tag team partner.

JH: Well this match descended into chaos. Could Remy have taken back his title? We may never know, thanks to the man making a strategic escape, the so called gentlemen, James Barrett.

TM: On the up side, Graver kept his title.

JH: I’m sure that’s of great comfort to everyone involved.

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

JH: Ladies and gentleman, April 9th is Anarchy In The UK! It will emanate live from Manchester, England in the Manchester Evening News Arena! This first match still has me scratching my head.

TM: You’re not alone.

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JH: The skull cowboy made his presence felt last week when he interrupted the Tag Team Contendership Match and laid out Carl Lucas. Tonight Carl extracted revenge by showing skull cowboy he wasn’t the only powerhouse on the roster.

TM: And now these two are gonna have to team up to take on the Tag Team Champions.

JH: Nightmare and T-Bird may have an easy defense ahead of them. ‘Cuz I can’t see this makeshift tag team functioning well at all.

TM: That’s good news for Maggot Korps. Bad news for TNT.

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JH: And what about this one? April Lynn issued the challenge to Remy Barteaux. I’m still trying to figure out the full story behind this one.

TM: We thought April got the truth about Remy, but now I’m beginning to question such after her reaction. Then again, Kailey was the informant.

JH: What’s that supposed to mean?

TM: Well, her actions as late have been questionable. But anyways, I’m curious to see how Remy’s gonna react to this match once he’s forced to get in there and fight April.

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JH: This match just announced. The Fighting Spirit Championship will be defended when Graver puts his title on the line against James Barrett.

TM: These two have had quite a bit of problems lately. And it’s all James Barrett’s fault!

JH: Excuse me? James Barrett wasn’t responsible for Graver hitting him with a cinder block and then clubbing him with a microphone!

TM: Graver wasn’t the one who interrupted his Fighting Spirit Championship match tonight! Although, I guess thanks to Barrett, Graver did retain his belt. Least Barrett can do is challenge and give Graver an easy victory.

JH: I don’t expect it to be as such.

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TM: Don’t forget this match. Barbed Wire is gonna return to pay-per-view!

JH: Onikage let Jim make the challenge. Jim picked a Barbed Wire Tag Team Match, naming Some Kind of Monster as his partner.

TM: Onikage hasn’t selected a partner yet but I’m not sure if there IS a partner that can combat this team!

JH: We’ll see at Anarchy In The UK when Jim and Onikage meet for, hopefully, the last time. But if Onikage has anything to say about it, Jim just may end up screwed once again. But what about this one, Thomas. Another match JUST announced. The main-event of Anarchy In The UK!

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TM: Yes! Double Jeopardy is making it’s return! All four superstars involved in tonight’s Dual Crown Championship Match will get a chance to make the Crown their own at Anarchy In The UK!

JH: Swytch or Ragin’ will go in as the champion but there’s no championship advantage in this match. In case anyone’s forgotten the rules, this is not a traditional four-way contest. The match begins as two singles matches. Each superstar can only pin a designated superstar that’ll be announced at the beginning of the match.

TM: Then the final two face off with the winner becoming the Dual Crown Champion! Dante Coles is gonna finally get the Crown!

JH: It could be anyone, Thomas.

MA: Ladies and Gentlemen... This match is for the FIW Dual Crown Championship!

The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a frenzy. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage.

MA: Introducing the match enforcer, DANTAYYYYY COHHHHHHHHHHLES!

The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Dante then steps down the ramp and makes his way to the ringside area as ''Downfall'' fades out.

JH: Ladies and Gentlemen, we welcome you to TNT's Main Event of the evening. But did you hear the Earth-Shattering announcement for Anarchy In The UK?

TM: A Double Jeopardy match involving the Dual Crown Champion Swytch, the Ultimate Endurance Champion Dante Coles, the "Master of Rage" Ragin' and the 2005 TNT Grand Prix winner, Kailey Lane! It'll be one of the biggest main events in TNT history!

"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.

MA: Introducing the Special Guest Referee... KAYYYYYLEEEEE! LAYYYYYYYYYYNE!

When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd before moving to her corner to psyche up.

JH: It's rather interesting how all these four have been intertwined together. The bad blood between Kailey Lane and Ragin' has been well documented. There is also bad blood between Ragin' and Dante Coles. And also between Dante Coles and Kailey Lane.

TM: What about Swytch?

JH: Well, he's the Dual Crown Champion. He has in possession the two items that every wrestler in Full Intensity Wrestling lusts for. Not to mention the captive Kennedy that Kailey Lane actually wants to find.

MA: And now, our match participants!

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.

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

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


JH: "The Master of Rage," ladies and gentlemen. He's never squared off with the Dual Crown Champion but it's almost a guarantee that he's going to--

TM: Become the next Dual Crown Champion! He better not! That Slam reject doesn't deserve to hold the Dual Crown Championship! Ragin's gonna find out tonight why Swytch has held those belts for so long.

JH: And why's that?

TM: 'Cuz he hasn't defended them against Dante yet! But that's gonna change at Anarchy In The UK! Those belts are gonna go around Dante's gorgeous waist and we're gonna have a Triple Crown Champion!

JH: Well, definately not without a fight from our reigning Dual Crown Champion. Speaking of which...

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

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


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

Help me understand why
You've given in to all these
Reckless dark desires


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

You're lying to yourself again
Suicidal imbecile...


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

JH: I won't lie, Thomas. I'm on the fence with our Champion. I have no qualms at all with him sticking it to Kennedy, but it's starting to get eerie.

TM: Eerie? He's committing kidnapping! Madison should just call the police and have Swytch thrown in jail. She could easily press charges if she wanted to.

JH: Actually... yeah, that's true. But, what's that gonna do? Swytch isn't forth-coming about Kennedy's whereabouts. Putting Swytch in a jail cell leaves her with no clues how to get Kennedy back. Duh! Do you have a brain?

MA: Introducing first, the challenger. From Bogorodskoye, RUSSIA! Standing Six feet, Three inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Seventy Seven pounds... He is the "MASTER OF RRRRRAGE!" RRRRRRRRRRAYYYYYYYYYYGEHHHHHHHHHHN'!

Boo, hiss. The TNT faithful doesn't like him too much. The Slam fans didn't like him that much either. Poor guy just can't catch a break.

MA: Introducing next, the FIW DUAL CROWN CHAMPION! From Odessa, Texas. Standing Six feet, One inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Thirty pounds... THIS! IS! SSSSSWYHHHHHHTCH!

Yay! Boo! Wait! We don't know what to think! Ahhh! *arena explodes*

JH: This'll definately be quite the contest, fans. Both competitors are tougher than two dollars steaks. But you can't count out the intangibles - the referee and the ringside enforcer. I wouldn't be suprised if somehow either Kailey Lane or Dante Coles became deciding factors in this matchup.

TM: Well, Kailey's the referee. She kinda has to be a deciding factor.

JH: Well, obviously. And even though it would be out of character for her, she very well could play a larger role the final decision than just the referee.

TM: Out of character? Where have you been the past couple of months? I'm calling her character into question.

Michael Anderson hops out of the ring as Kailey points to Timmy the Timekeeper, signalling the ol'--

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

Swytch and Ragin' begin to circle, but not without giving shifty looks to Dante and Kailey. After regaining focus on one another, both bulls charge and Tie Up. With the height and weight advantage, Ragin' begins to push Swytch to a nearby corner. But not without resistance as Swytch shows some of his power, shoving Ragin' and himself out of the corner to mid-ring and as Swytch begins to pick up momentum, Ragin' slips out of the Tie Up and counters with a Rear Waistlock. Ragin' grabs ahold of an arm and brings it behind Swycth, shoving the wrist as far up as it can go with a Hammerlock. Swytch reaches his loose arm up and then Snapmare's Ragin' to the mat. Ragin' lands in a seated position. Swytch then backs up a couple steps then connects with a Dropkick to Ragin's spine! Ragin' grasps at his back as he howls in pain, but not for long as Ragin' gets dragged back to his feet by Swytch. Swytch grabs himself a handful of hair, then shoves Ragin' into a nearby corner. Swytch reels back and nails a HUUUUUGE Knee to Ragin's midsection, all the while Kailey Lane counting foir a clean break.

1!

Swytch reels back and connects with a massive Throat Thrust!

2!

Swytch reels back once again and connects with another HUUUUUGE Knee to Ragin's gut! And another!

3!

4!


Swytch steps back and nails a Headbutt hard enough to make a samoan grimace!

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Swytch reels back only for Kailey Lane to grab Swytch's fist and turn him around! Kailey gets right in Swytch's grill and let's him know who the boss is! Swytch gives her a ugly sneer, only to turn around right into a massive Right Hook to his jaw from Ragin'! Swytch staggers back a step and gets nailed with a monstrous Haymaker from the 3x Heavyweight Champion! As Ragin' makes his way from the corner, the Ragemaster nails a stiff kick to Swytch's midsection. Swytch bends, grasping at his medsection as Ragin' grabs ahold of Swytch's wrist and whips him to the ropes. Swytch rebounds into Ragin's arms where Ragin' connects with a Sidewalk Slam! Ragin' makes the cover!


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TW-- KICKOUT!
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But Ragin' stays on the Dual Crown Champion as he swivels up and snaps an Elbow Drop right into Swytch's chest! Ragin' swivels to his feet but again nails an Elbow to Swytch's midsection, almost Great Muta-like in presentation. Ragin' climbs to a knee and looks down on the Dual Crown Champion who's clutching at his sternum at this point. Ragin' then says to Kailey Lane, "You could've had a Dual crown Champion," or something to that extent. Kailey's once indifferent face turns sour as an angered gasp leaves her body. All the while Dante Coles doesn't seem to be that interested with the match. He's busy exchanging some impolite verbs with a fan in the front row, encouraging the fan to procreate with their housepets and then theirself. And while Dante is giving a fan a verbal hurtin', Ragin' is slowly dragging the champion to his feet. With Swytch on spahgetti legs, Ragin' locks Swytch in a Side Headlock. With Swytch tucked under his arm, Ragin' power walks over to the ropes and drags Swytch's face on the ropes, scraping Swytch's eyes!

JH: What callous techniques we've seen from Ragin' tonight! If he keeps this up, Swytch's Dual Crown run could very well be in trouble.

TM: I have grown tired of Pogo the Clown here being the main representative and ambassador of Tuesday Night Throwdown. But Ragin'? He only made Slam tolerable! and that was because he was kicking the crap out of all the other trash on there. Pogo can keep the belts until Anarchy. 'Cuz it'll be sweeter when Dante ends his five-month reign!

As Swytch staggers away from the ropes and grasps at his eyes, Ragin' takes a couple steps back. Ragin' then blitzes and nails a HUUUUUGE Knee Strike right into Swytch's face! The strike carried so much momentum that fell out of the ring between the top and middle ropes!

TM: Good Lord! Did you see how strong and stiff that Knee Strike was from Ragin'?! He about punted Swytch to Maryland! With his knee!

JH: I'll give credit where credit is due, Ragin' is a very powerful individual.

As some of Swytch's facepaint can be made appearant on the right knee of Ragin's pantleg, Swytch is on the outside clutching at his face. Dante Coles walks over from the other side of the ring to "check up" on Swytch - "You okay?" yells the Ultimate Endurance Champion. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring would happen to be the lovely Natalya Vladek. Ol' Nattie climbs up the apron and calls over referee Kailey Lane where Natalya yells... something. Hell, I dunno. Too thick of a russian accent. But not too think for Kailey as she looks to be visibly ticked off and orders for Natalya off of the apron. But while Kailey and Natalya are jawjacking, Dante approaches Swytch on the outside and begins to stomp a mudhole into the champion!

JH: I knew the intangibles would play into effect tonight!

TM: Oh, Dante's not doing anything.

JH: Not doing anything?! He's practically Riverdancing on Swytch!

Dante's stomping spree soon comes to an end as Natalya hops off of the apron and Ragin' turns his attention back to Swytch. Natalya looks over to Dante from the other side of the ring and giving him a li'l wink. Dante returns it with a thumbs-up of his own.

JH: Wait, have Ragin' and Dante made a pact?

TM: Bah, I doubt it. Probably just Dante and Natalya. Boobs will make you do things out of the ordinary sometimes.

Ragin' slides to the outside of the ring where Swytch lays battered but not beaten. Ragin' grabs ahold of Swytch and brings him to his feet, then rolls him into the ring with his head peaking off of the apron. Ragin' then climbs to the apron. Ragin' raises a fist to the air, to which the crowd just about craps on. "The Master of Rage" then steps over and drops a HUUUUUGE Leg Drop, nearly decapitating the champion!

JH: Oh my! That's 277 pounds dropping across Swytch's throat! He could crush the man's windpipe!

Ragin' lands rolling off of Swytch, feet first onto the floor. And facing him would be his old buddy, Dante Coles. Ragin' gets face to face with the Ultimate Endurance Champion and the UEC holder politely (or sarcastically) claps. Ragin' just rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he approaches Swytch one again, dragging the former NGIW Red Crown of Rage Champion to his feet. Ragin' then locks Swytch in a Front Waistlock and lifts him off of the ground. Ragin' then charges and slams Swytch back first into the nearest turnbuckle post!

JH: Swytch has taken an incredible amout of punishment tonight!

TM: And the best part is he won't have a climactic Superman comebak either! He's gonna wind up dropping "his precious" to Ragin'! HA! And his precious... Pffft. Hey Swytch - Gollum called, he wanted his tagline back!

JH: Interesting that you say that while Ragin' is throwing Swytch around like a rag doll.

TM: Yeah, well, there's reason for that.

JH: That being?

TM: I don't have a death wish.

But Ragin' hasn't dropped Swytch, rather he keeps that elevated Front Waistlock on Swytch and charges him into the ring apron! With a sickening thud, Swytch's spine nearly being snapped in half! Ragin' finally releases his hold on Swytch and the DC holder slumps to the floor, grimacing in pain. Ragin' sticks on him though, lifting Swytch up and rolling him into the ring. Kailey Lane looks down on Swytch who doesn't look to be in the best of shape. Watching him breathe heavily, trying to clumb to his hands and knees. Looking into his eyes, seeing the primal rage and fire inside of him. Perhaps a sight Kailey wants to see again but from her own doing? Who knows. But all the while Ragin' and dante Coles seem to have started to exchange a few verbs to the point it's gotten quite heated. Dante looks up at the ring to see that Kailey is busy checking up on Swytch so Dante grabs Ragin's wrist and whips him into the ring steps! Ragin' goes shoulder first into the steps with a thundering thud! Kailey looks over her shoulder to Dante, to which Dante yells "He tripped!" Natalya looks over from the other side of the ring mortified, to which Dante gives a cocky smile.

JH: Well, I suppose there wasn't a pact after all.

TM: Y'know you just need to quit with your conspiracy theories.

JH: Well with all the swerves I've seen it's hard not to consider them as possibilities.

Ragin' slowly climbs to his feet, giving a deathly stare towards Dante's direction which Dante's not paying too much attention to. He's watching Swytch slowly rise to a knee, then to his feet, all the while giving Kailey a glare that'd make the darkest and foulest of creatures wet themselves. Ragin' meanwhile slides into the ring, favoring his left shoulder. Ragin' climbs back to his feet while Swytch has made it to his knees. Ragin' approaches and grabs the top of Swytch's head and Punches him right in the mush! Ragin' reels back but Swytch connects with an Elbow Strike into Ragin's abdomen! And another! Three for three times the price! Ragin' staggers backwards a bit while Swytch makes it to a vertical base. Once reached, Swytch Swytch charges and nails a HUUUUUGE Elbow Strike right into Ragin's nose! But Ragin' answers back with a thundering Right Hand of his own to Swytch's jaw! And another! Ragin' grabs ahold of Swytch's forearm and throws him to the ropes. Swytch rebounds, LEAPS and CONNECTS WITH A DIVING LARIAT TO RAGIN'! Ragin' collapses like a sack of potatoes but Swytch doesn't keep him down for long as he drags Ragin' to his feet and whips him to the ropes! No! Ragin' reverses and throws Swytch to the ropes! Swytch bounces back AND TAKES A STIFF LARIAT FROM RAGIN'! NO! Swytch ducks the Lariat, wraps his left arm around Ragin's throat like a Neckbreaker, kicks his leg back and FLIPS RAGIN' OVER ONTO HIS FACE AND STOMACH!

JH: Sun Doesn't Rise! Swytch is back in control!

TM: Get back up Ragin'! We can't keep having this Tier knockoff as our Champion!

And like he heard what Thomas Moore had said, Swytch gives an evil glare towards his direction.

TM: Oh my God! Please don't hurt me! *hides under the table*

JH: Get out from under there! You're crowding the interns!

TM: *with some muffled giggling in the background* Interns? I thought they were hookers!

JH: *drags Thomas by his shirt collar back to his seat* Will you be quiet?! Now the world is gonna know how we get so excited calling matches!

TM: The world can hear you, Jonathan.

JH: Erm... But that's only for lousy matches that involve Torrence Coleman, fans. This match has been back and forth and action packed from the get go!

As Ragin' slowly climbs to his knees, Swytch blitzes and CONNECTS WITH A SHINING TRIANGLE!

JH: Welcome to the Strange!

Swytch yanks and wrenches on Ragin's left arm, which Ragin' was favoring after having been thrown into the steel steps while wrapping a tight, tight Headscissors around Ragin's throat. Kailey approaches, seeing if Ragin' is into that whole "submission" thing. To which Ragin' shouts "No! I said no!" Swytch wrenches back even harder on Ragin's arm and throat, releasing a primal growl here or there. Kailey observes Ragin's face, how it's contorted to extreme discomfort, pain, maybe even a touch of fear in his eyes. To which Kailey gives a small smirk.

TM: Oh that's wondeful! Our referee is just as sick as the Champion. Ragin' is in trouble and she's enjoying it! Whatever happend to indifferent referees! Makes me wish TNT would hire Carson Loire from NGIW. Now HE'S a great referee!

JH: Carson couldn't do a ringout count or knockout count because he couldn't count to 10.

TM: TNT gets longer matches then!

Ragin' begins to look rather drowsy, maybe a touch tired from his brain's lack of oxygen. His attempts from getting out of the hold haven't accomplished anything, unless you want to count him wriggling himself somewhat close to the ropes. Kailey approaches Ragin' and grabs ahold of Ragin's wrist and lifts it up...
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And it falls to the mat!


TM: Ragin', wake up! This isn't a match you can afford losing, it could be two or three eternities before you get another shot at the Dual Crown!

Kailey grabs ahold of Ragin's wrist again and lifts it up...
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Only for it to fall back to the mat!


JH: Oh my! If Ragin's hand drops one more time, Swytch retains!

Kailey lifts Ragin's wrist for the last time...
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BUT RAGIN' GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!


TM: Yes! He's still in this!

Kailey cautiously approaches Swytch and notifies him that Ragin' has his foot on the ropes. Swytch growls and says something rather impolite, then releases his hold on Ragin' and rolls away, swiveling to his feet while life shoots back into Ragin' as he clutches at his throat. But Swytch stays on Ragin', locking Ragin's arms behind him with a Double Chickenwing and lifts him back up to his feet. Swytch then turns Ragin' around and PLANTS RAGIN' ON HIS FACE WITH A REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!

JH: One Second of Insanity!

Swytch rolls over into a cover!

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!



THR-- RAGIN' GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
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Swytch gives a cold stare back to Kailey Lane, mumbling something about a "slow count" while Ragin' who's halfway incapacitated grumbles about a "fast count." Kailey just can't please anybody, can she? Swytch doesn't dwell on it long though as he grabs Ragin's foot and starts to drag him closer to the corner. Once at an angle and distance Swytch is satisfied with, he releases Ragin' and climbs over the 2nd rope and scales the turnbuckle.

JH: Swytch looking to take to the air!

TM: But look at Dante!

Dante scrambles over to Swytch AND CROTCHES SWYTCH ON THE TURNBUCKLE!

JH: There's that intangible! Dante Coles doesn't want anybody to win this match!

Swytch then gingerly climbs off of the turnbuckle while Kailey gets in a shouting match with Dante Coles at ringside. Noticably in alot of pain, Swytch approaches Ragin' once again ONLY TO BE THE RECIPIENT OF A LOW BLOW! As Swytch bends over trying to catch a breath (and maybe sing Soprano) while Ragin' climbs to his feet. Ragin' gets behind Swytch AND APPLIES AN INVERTED FRONT FACELOCK!

JH: No! You can't be serious!

RAGIN' DROPS SWYTCH TO THE MAT WITH A REVERSE EVENFLOW DDT!

JH: Ragin' with the Mind Fuck on Swytch?! He just used Swytch's signature finishing manuever on him!

TM: I know! Ragin's a genius!

Kailey hears the impact of Swytch's skull on the canvas and turn around as Ragin' makes the cover!


[align=center]ONE!




TWO!




THR-- DANTE DROPS AN ELBOW ON THE BACK OF RAGIN'S HEAD![/align]



Absolutely disgusted, Kailey looks over to to the timekeeper and signals for the match to be thrown out!

[align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING![/align]

Dante drags Ragin' to his feet and starts to lay heavy blows into Ragin's face! BUT RAGIN' COUNTERS WITH LEFTS and RIGHTS OF HIS OWN! Amidst all this, Kailey climbs out of the ring and walks about midway on the rampway, hoping not to get caught up in anyone's mess while Swytch rolls out of the ring leaving these two Icons to brawl amongst themselves!

JH: It's turned to total Chaos out here!

TM: It's Anarchy in Washington D.C, Hitchen!

Dante connects with a massive Right to Ragin's jaw! And another! Dante kicks Ragin' in the gut and shoves Ragin' into a Standing Headscissors! He puts his arms around Ragin', LIFTS HIM AND SLAMS HIM TO THE MAT WITH A LAST RIDE!

JH: FALL FROM GRACE! FALL FROM GRACE TO RAGIN'!

TM: Look out!

Dante turns around RIGHT INTO A VICIOUS CHAIRSHOT FROM SWYTCH! Dante falls to the mat like a bag of bricks. Swytch raises the chair above his head CRASHES THE CHAIR DOWN ON DANTE'S BODY! Swytch raises the chair over his head AND CRASHES IT DOWN ONTO RAGIN'S BODY!

JH: Swytch with a reciept to Dante Coles and Ragin'!

TM: Reciept?! That man is deranged! He belongs in a zoo!

Kailey witnesses it all first hand, watching from the rampway. Swytch sees her out of the corner of his eye and then turns his full attention to Kailey Lane, staring into her eyes, her soul. Kailey tries to remain confident, but fear oversweeps her.

JH: That's all the time we have left tonight, folks! We'll be back next week with our pre-show special before Anarchy In The UK! These four are gonna clash at Anarchy In The UK! Will they have anything else for one another next week?

TM: You wouldn't dare miss it!

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