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| FIW Anarchy in the U.K.; April 9th 2006 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 9 2006, 07:28 PM (490 Views) | |
| Liger | Apr 9 2006, 07:28 PM Post #1 |
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Tomoko Onamari
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This is a Full Intensity Wrestling Production. The FIW logo covers the screen momentarily before fading back out. The MEN Arena in Manchester is rocking for Anarchy in the UK as "Still Kill the Old Way" by Lostprophets starts up... [align=center]Go! So here we go again, Another time but it feels the same Got sick of waiting here[/align] Graver lifts the cinderblock, and CHARGES Barrett. All the ring-shaking and heavy footfalls, and fans popping (positively or negatively, take your pick) make Barrett turn, AND GET A GUTFULL OF CINDER BLOCK AND BARBS!!! Graver hefts the cinderblock again, swinging it DIRECTLY into the ribs of the downed Gentleman Jim! We here a feedbacky thump as Graver CLUBS Barrett in the skull with the mic! AGAIN Graver clubs Barrett in the head with the mic! The Gentleman wisely rolls out of the ring. Graver rises, sneering. ------------------- 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!!! 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. [align=center]Set sail on concrete waves No survivors left to save Too late for the walking dead[/align] Prime offers his hand, Rylee takes it and the Evolution of Excellence pulls her up to her feet. Prime confronts Rylee about what just happened, how she could go after the illegal man and Rylee is apologising. Prime and Rylee shake hands...BEFORE PRIME BLASTS RYLEE WITH HIS 'KISS THIS' LARIAT! CM: Kiss This! KR: Shut up Chip! What the hell was that?! He just clotheslined his partner out of her boots?! DV: Prime is pissed off she cost him the FIW Tag Team Titles obviously! Prime and Jesse Jaymes go to leave the ring but Prime stops among the jeers of the crowd! He turns around and peels Rylee off the mat. Prime grabs her throat with both hands...AUTHORITY BOMB! Prime has left Rylee Starr down and hurt, he then leaves the ring and starts walking to the back. The fans are not happy with Prime, they are booing him out of the building but the Evolution of Excellence is too pissed off to care! KR: I can't believe what we just saw! CM: Good on Prime is what I say! [align=center]We’ll make it on our own Breathing our own air Cus no one else will care No one really knows[/align] He first goes to Orion, picking him up but getting a thumb to his eyes, Orion follows this with a hard combo of shots to the midsection, then the head, Orion whips Nightmare into the ropes, but the Prince ducks a clothesline, Orion backsteps and throws an Oracle Smash but Night catches it, yanking him into a capture suplex! Orion lands harshly on the ground as Night rolls to his feet, surprised by Lemeiux leaping onto his shoulders looking for a Hurricanrana but Nightmare widens his vertical base before Joseph can snap him over, taking only a split second before burying Lemeiux into the mat with a powerbomb! KR: Bad ride, worse landing! CM: SWAT’s letting this idiot take them apart! Why aren’t Brodeur and Samantha doing anything!? Nightmare hangs on, stacking up Lemeiux for a pin.. 1.. 2.. ORION SAVES AT THE LAST SECOND! He pulls Nightmare to his feet, locking in a half nelson and starting to batter him with clubbing blows to the back of the neck, trying to weaken him as Lemeiux climbs to the top rope, apparently setting up for the missile dropkick part of their SWAT Style team finisher, Orion holds Nightmare up for Lemeiux to come off but before Joseph can, Tee picks this spot to leap up on the apron and pull Joseph’s leg out from underneath him, crotching him on the buckle! Nightmare delivers a back elbow to the shocked Oracle which staggers him back, and a big boot takes him over the top! KR: Things are looking grim for SWAT! Matthew Brodeur is NOT happy and neither is Samantha Parker! Nightmare looks up now to the testicle-tortured Joseph Lemeiux, getting an idea as he says something to T-Bird, she drops down to the floor mirroring his smile as he climbs up top, Lemeiux throws a chop, but Nightmare answers with a headbutt. Nightmare then sets him up as Samantha and Matthew are screaming for Orion to get up, practically nearly in the ring as Nightmare leaps, taking Lemeiux off and crushing him flat into the mat with a powerbomb!!! KR: TOP ROPE POWERBOMB! CM: No…NO! It’s happening all over again! T-Bird dives on Lemeiux to make the cover! 1.. 2.. 3!!! *DING DING* KR: NEW CHAMPIONS! NEW CHAMPIONS! NEW CHAMPIONS! CM: FUCK! SON OF A FUCKING FUCK! Tee rolls off of Lemeiux’s body, LEAPING into Nightmare’s arms, both wrestlers screaming and laughing in jubilation as they are handed the FIW Tag Team Championships, ‘Scream’ pummeling the speakers! CC: Here are your winners and the NEW FIW Tag Team Champions! THEEEEE MAAAAAGGOOOOT KOOOOORPS! ------------------- Remy and Carl both call for Kendra to get back to her feet, which she's in no hurry to do, as they call for the end. But out of nowhere skull cowboy charges into the ring and TAKES THEM BOTH DOWN WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THEIR NECKS! Cowboy's sights are now on Carl. He reaches down, grabbing Carl by the back of his thick neck and drags the large man up with ease. Cowboy roughly drags Carl into a standing headscissors while the crowd stares on in awe, waiting to see if cowboy is crazy enough to try this. The self-proclaimed messenger then flips the big man onto his shoulders and DRIVES THE SILENT GIANT BACKWARDS OVER HIS SHOULDERS AND DOWN TO THE CANVAS! JH: You're kidding me! TM: Skull cowboy just hit the Chaser on a three hundred pound man! ------------------- 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! [align=center]Need more room to shout Time is running out But even through your doubts We will still be here (We will still be here)[/align] Remy is indeed on the apron, bitching and pointing at Graver. Michaela finally notices him and trots over to give him a few pieces of her mind. April looks up to see where Michaela has gone, sees Remy, and rises herself. She stomps over to him and starts yelling and pointing at Graver on the mat. April finally turns away from Remy, possibly remembering she has a match. Of course, that’s when Graver strikes, BARRELLING the title into her face before winging the metal-and-leather out of the ring and rolling into a cover. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] Toby: April, do you have anything to say about what happened out there? I mean, with Remy and Graver? April: I do have something to say. I am sick and tired of everything I do getting messed up because Remy ends up getting in the way. Kailey told me everything and I wasn't sure what I was going to do with this information. Until just now. When you went out there and did what you did just now. I'm challenging you, Remy Barteaux, to a match with me. I don't care when and I don't care how. But I want Remy in that ring, one-on-one. [align=center]Seeing all I see AND I still kill Still kill the old way Im gonna die before I fall Don't try to save me[/align] Prince Kashmir pulls himself up using the ropes, as he has done many times in this contest. He picks up the ladder and begins setting it up. Kashmir begins to climb as the fans jeer! Kashmir is getting closer but Maj crawls back under the ladder and tips it over! PRINCE KASHMIR IS SENT CRASHING DOWN TO THE CANVAS AND HE DROPS OUT OF THE RING! KR: This is it! Prince Kashmir is out of the game! DV: Maj Tahal will be the new Extreme Chaos Champion! Maj peels himself up off the canvas. He gets hold of the ladder and sets it up but Maj collapses down to the mat! Just as he does, Sean Madrox runs down to the ring! 'Mr. Phenomenal' slides into the ring and starts climbing the ladder as the fans are amazed with this turn of events! KR: What the hell is he doing? DV: He's trying to steal the ECC now! Just like he did the Tactical Assault Championship! CM: Ha Ha! This is great! Sean Madrox quickly climbs up the ladder and grabs the title but before he can undo it, Maj Tahal drags Madrox down off the ladder! Tahal kicks Madrox out of the ring under the bottom rope and then he begins to climb the ladder! Maj Tahal is in touching distance of the belt but Prince Kashmir is back in the ring and he's wielding a steel chair! [align=center]Moving on to a different place People hide but I see their face One that's full of hate[/align] The Monster of TNT pauses only to press his massive foot against Onikage’s throat and starts to choke him right there. Onikage gropes at Jim’s foot and tries to push it off to get in that valuable air. ------------------- Slowly but surely Onikage’s stitches give way to Jim’s fists and the sacred crimson flows once more from Onikage’s skull. But Jim isn’t happy with just reopening the wound; rather he continues to punch at it to open it even more. Soon the cut looks almost twice as big as it did the week before and Jim’s fist is nearly soaked in Onikage’s blood. ------------------- Jim glares at Onikage as Onikage glares right back down at the man whose life he’s toyed with and twisted into a demented nightmare. Monster, whose back on his feet, tries to rush into the ring but Jim holds him back and mouths the word “wait”. Onikage: What I’m about to offer you James is quite simple really. You can pick wherever you want and whenever you want for one last match between us. But James after this match I don’t want to see your face again any where near my business. After this match I want you to get on with your pathetic remains of a life that had potential that you squandered. Understand? O’Brien: It's truly gonna be Anarchy In the U.K. this year. Because it's gonna be me and my Super-Sized associate here and my new barbwire wrapped friend, Chair-lie Brown against yourself and I don't care who you pick. I remember how you tied me to that big X at Vendetta. How the barbs I was tied to pierced my flesh and how it felt as the blood trickled down my body. It was a sensation I hadn't felt in a long time... but truth be told, it felt good. So here's the song we're gonna dance to for the last time - No Holds Barred. No Disqualification. No Count-Outs. But y'know what there will be? Barbwire! And lots of it! Because we're gonna get those ropes taken down and we're gonna put barbwire ropes in its place! JH: Holy Hell! It'll be Barbwire Anarchy! [align=center]Their apathy is not affecting us Maybe they ride on a different bus Realized I would never change[/align] Tomoko suplexed XK over, looking for the cover but still Lucy lingered on the apron. Tomoko then spun Tommy Owens around and knocked Lucy down off the apron! This got XK all riled up and he choked Tomoko against the ropes! Tommy Owens tried to pull XK away but the Xtreme Kitten continued choking Tomoko and forced Tommy Owens to call for the bell. A disqualification decision was announced by Charles Cruz and as Lucy argued with Tommy Owens, Toan ran in and knocked Xtreme Kitten down with a shot from Toan's IC title belt [align=center]We’ll make it on our own Breathing our own air Cus no one else will care No one really knows[/align] Dante drops to the canvas and rolls under the bottom rope to the floor. Madison is quickly in Dante’s ear with some important bit of strategy or something. TC sees fit to do his referee thing and start a count on Dante. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! Madison starts around the ring, climbing the steps onto the apron and stepping around to the walkway. Dante joins her on the apron, looking at Kailey in the ring, Dante and Madison start to…OH MY GOD!! THEY’RE…backing their way up the walkway? Kailey looks up the walkway in confusion. She sends her gaze over to TC when she hears the referee counting… Madison and Dante stop somewhere around halfway up the walkway, grinning back at Kailey. The pair on the walkway resume backing up the walkway until they’re nearly to the stage. SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN! TWENTY! DING! DING! DING! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP… KAILEY… LAAAAAANNNEEE!! JH: I don’t believe it, Kailey’s the number one contender. That means… TM: That means she gets to step into the ring with Swytch! BRILLIANT! Madison you little vixen, you’ve outdone yourself again. ------------------- Swytch climbs to his feet and Kailey isn’t far behind, but she’s worse for wear, checking her nose for any blood. Swytch rushes in throwing a fierce elbow right into Kailey’s face…BUT SHE DUCKS IT!! Swytch spins around and gets LEVELED BY A ROUNDHOUSE KICK…NOOO, SWYTCH DUCKS THE KICK!! He pops up behind Kailey and grabs her into an inverted front face lock THEN SNAPS HER BACK WITH AN INVERTED EVENFLOW DDT!! JH: MIIIIIIIIND FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK!! Swytch sprawls his body over Kailey’s and hooks her leg… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and STILL DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… SWYYYYYYTTTCCCHHH!! ------------------- Kailey steps up and kicked Ragin' right where it hurts… the most! Kailey grabs him in a front facelock and… has her attention draw by Madison Lee coming down the walkway. Dante grabs the distracted woman by the back of the hair, dragging her down onto the back of her head! Dante SMACKS Ragin' in the face with a shuffle side kick that sends the pained superstar tumbling under the bottom rope! He drags Kailey back up to her feet, applying a standing headscissors while underhooking her arms. He glances over at Madison, a smile on the GM's face as Dante DRIVES KAILEY CROWN-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS! He flips her over onto her back and makes the cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner… DAAAANNNTTTAAYYY COOOOLLLEESSS!!! ------------------- Kailey pulls Ragin' back up, pushing him against the ropes before smacking a chop off his chest! The crowd whoo with her before she smacks a second one of his bare chest! Ragin' tries to cover the stinging flesh but Kailey pushes his arms off and smacks another chop off his chest! She grabs him by the wrist and throws him off the ropes--NO! Ragin' counters the whip! He pulls Kailey back to him and ducks under her quick thinking clothesline attempt! Ragin' quickly rolls her up in a school boy! [align=center]ONE! Ragin' grabs the ropes! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] Ragin' immediately rolls from the ring as the bell is rung, leaving Kailey to sit up with a bewildered expression across her face. JH: Leave it to Ragin' to find a way to cheat in a match you thought you couldn't cheat in! MA: Here is your winner… RAGIN'!!! ------------------- RAGIN' DROPS SWYTCH TO THE MAT WITH A REVERSE EVENFLOW DDT! 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] 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! 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! 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! 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. [align=center]Need more room to shout Time is running out And even through your doubts We will still be here (We will still be here)[/align] CC: Here is your winner as a result of a Disqualification...MATT IMPACT! But still World Champion...Jack Manson! Impact threatens Charles Cruz as Hutch helps Jack slowly gets to his feet, Hutch goes to get the Heavyweight title and Down with the Sickness by Disturbed begins to play on the P.A. and Hutch hands Jack the title. CM: I told you Hutch couldn’t be trusted! Didn’t I tell you?! He called for an unfair DQ! KR: That was a fair call! Hutch raises Impact's hand but the King of Slam! snatches it back. Hutch then goes back to Jack, and suddenly knocks the belt out of Jack’s hand, jumping in the air and hitting a Slice of Fried Gold straight onto the champion! Jack’s neck suddenly crashes down onto Hutch’s shoulder. The crowd do not know how to react. Some are booing Hutch for attack Jack, but others are cheering, for the exact same reason. Hutch gets up with that huge, cocky grin on his face. KR: Slice of Fried Gold on Manson! Impact comes at Hutch, still with the ring bell in hand and Hutch dodges the attack...a second Slice of Fried Gold! He looks over the two laid out men that he faces at Anarchy in the UK, and bends over, picking up the Heavyweight title. Jack’s music cuts out. Hutch stares at the Heavyweight title in his hands, while both Jack and Matt are knocked out below him. ------------------- Matt looks on shocked, as Hutch gets up, and looks towards Impact grinning. Matt shakes his head, and suddenly jumps down off the apron. He shouts at Hutch about Hutch “Not being worthy“. Hutch cannot believe it. Just then, Jack Manson jumps out his seat and straight to where Impact is. Matt turns around, and walks straight into Manson. He looks at Manson, and his eyes open in shock. Jack’s imposing figure starts to push Impact backwards, towards the ring. Matt gulps, and slides into the ring before Jack does anything. He gets up in the ring, eyes still fixed on Jack. He turns around, and is met by another Slice of Fried Gold! Hutch’s finisher is quickly hit on Impact from nowhere, and he makes another pin. [align=center]1... 2... NO![/align] Manson drops a shoulder onto Hutch! The referee gets up to see this, and suddenly calls for the bell to be rung. The crowd have another mixed reaction. DING DING DING CC: Here is your winner, by disqualification, MATT IMPACT! [align=center]Seeing all I see and, And I still kill Still kill the old way Im gonna die before I fall Don't try to save me[/align] [align=center] [/align]Pyros go off all over the stage as the crowd, go crazy for the start of FIW Anarchy in the U.K. The cameras pan across the capacity crowd as "Still Kill the Old Way" by Lostprophets continues to blare of the speakers. The camera settles down at ringside where Slam! commentators Kurt Royle, Chip Martin, and Dean Venchenzo and TNT commentators Jonathan Hitchen and Thomas Moore share the floor tonight. JH: Ladies and gentleman, welcome to ANARCHY IN THE U.K.!! I'm Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner Thomas Moore! And we're coming to you live from the Evening News Arena, right here in Manchester England. TM: What a show we have lined up for you tonight! Nine huge matches, and six titles on the line! And we’re just about ready for our fist title bout of the evening! 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. 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 aisle for the ring, shouting and swiping at the fans brave enough to try and touch him. MA: “The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Fighting Spirit Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, from Earl’s Court, London, England… right here in the United Kingdom, weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds… he is JAAAAAAAMES BAAAAARRETT!” Upon reaching ringside, James quickly heads up the steel steps and along the apron, then 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. The ultra-heavy guitars of Rob Zombie's new single "Let it All Bleed Out" rock into our ears as the lights begin to flash white and red in strobe. Smoke pours from the entryway, the drums explode into existence, and a familiar face comes rockin' out into view. [align=center]BLEED! BLEED! BLEED IT OUT! YEAH! [/align] Graver steps past the strobes and fog so that his whole body is visible, getting pelted by boos and a few pieces of garbage. He slaps the gold around his waist a few times before raising both hands in a double deuce to his "fans" and making his way to the ring. MA: “And his opponent, he is the Fighting Spirit Champion… from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds… GRAAAAAAVEEEER!” He slides under the bottom rope after a short running start and pops up with both arms raised in a Stone Cold-style New York salute. 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 the 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. JH: “Here we are then folks, in Manchester, England, not to far from the hometown of James Barrett. We’ve seen some brutal things from both of these men, but this is where it matters most with the Fighting Spirit Title on the line.” TM: “Hey, what’s that Graver has? Looked like a sports bag of some sort. I wonder what he’s got in there, Hitchen? Maybe he’s planning to celebrate his victory in style.” Whatever it is, Graver leaves it on the outside and Michaela Menendez gives both competitors the usual fairplay spiel. Considering what’s gone down between the two of them, neither are particularly interested, with Barrett staring Graver down with furious eyes, while Graver eyes parts of Michaela. She asks if the two men agree, with Barrett nodding his head dismissively, his eyes never leaving Graver and Graver giving Michaela a cheeky wink with a small smirk on his face. Michaela raises the Fighting Spirit belt in the air and the two men now focus on one another. Barrett says something inaudible but obviously very unpleasant to Graver who responds with a menacing half-smile. The bell rings and Graver takes a step back, nailing Barrett with… the Deuce! Right up close and in Barrett’s face, the London native finds himself reeling slightly from the assault of Graver’s middle finger and the crowd gives a small, amused pop. TM: “That says it all. You know, I’ve got one of those for you Hitchen.” JH: “We all expected one of Graver’s trademark right fists there, but I think he’s more than happy to wind his opponent up a little first.” Barrett composes himself and manages to throw a hard right fist in the direction of Graver. Graver returns the favour, the smack of the impact echoing around the area. The two men against fists, neither managing to take an advantage but the intensity clearly growing, each punch being thrown a little harder and causing the opponent to stagger back a few inches further. Graver spits on his hand and then lands a sweet jaw shot, a fist that is as symbolic as it is painful. Barrett wipes the saliva from his face and buries his foot into the midsection of Graver who keels over, a little winded. Graver looks up and finds Barrett’s own clenched fist land directly on his nose. Graver staggers back slightly and checks for blood, the contempt both men feel from one another shown quite clearly even through the underhand nature of their punches. JH: “I think Barrett was trying to break Graver’s nose there. I have a feeling this match could get very, very brutal.” TM: “Yeah, I don’t I’ve ever seen punches land with such conviction.” Michaela comes between the two men, warning them about their conduct and separating the two men briefly. They take the opportunity to hurl some abuse at one other, making it a very unfortunate place for the ears of Michaela to be. With things having calmed down slightly, Michaela steps aside, receiving an approving pat on the backside from Graver. Barrett tries to take advantage of the situation and charges toward Graver. Barrett smashes his elbow toward Graver’s face, but he manages to get his hands up enough to take the impact out of the move. Graver spins his own fist down and twists his knuckles into the kidneys of Barrett. TM: “Kidney punch! I hear a good connection makes you piss blood!” JH: “Why don’t you go do some research into that, hotshot? Michaela really does have her hands full today.” TM: “Graver wouldn’t mind a handful either.” Graver steps backwards and absolutely nails Barrett between the eyes, taking his opponent down. Graver waves his fist in the air, shaking out the pain from the impact and circles the downed Barrett, who is feeling the effects of both punches. Graver pauses for thought and then stomps a few heavy boots down on Barrett’s body, with no particular concern for location. Michaela looks on, a little concerned at the near street fight nature of the contest but Graver assures her it’s cool and stops. He taps his fist to his chest and hurls a juicy wad of spit and phlegm down onto the face of Barrett with remarkable aim. JH: “This man is downright disgusting. This is a damn wrestling match, who does he think he is?” TM: “He’s being careful, Hitchen. You need to have clear airways when wrestling, circulation is critical. Don’t you know anything?” This spurs Barrett into life however and he immediately reaches for his face, trying again to remove some unpleasant fluids from his face as well as the look of pure disgust. He springs to his feet and barrels into Graver trying to overwhelm the smaller man with size and brute force. Graver’s back hit’s the mat hard, trying to fend off a serious of clumsy but furious blows from Barrett. Barrett stands back on his feed and arrogantly stares down at Graver. He grabs the legs of the man from Michigan and tries to flip him over into a half crab, and cause as much pain as he can. Graver kicks his legs into the back off Barrett and he goes stumbling into the unfortunate referee Michaela Menendez. TM: “Watch out! Oh.. Too late. Michaela, are you okay?” JH: “Things look grim here, these two looked certain to push the boundaries even with a referee but without.. I fear the worse, Thomas.” TM: “I know, it’s going to be great!” Graver rolls out of the ring and grabs the bag, tossing it into the ring, proving it did have a purpose. Barrett looks down at Michaela but shows no remorse whatsoever. He gives her a less from helpful prod with his boot but it appears useless. He turns around.. Right into the waiting Graver who pulls him toward him and then smashes his forearm across Barrett’s throat in a hard clothesline. Barrett rolls around on the mat, coughing a little as Graver unzips the tatty looking bag. He looks fairly happy as he discovers what he seeks, reaching in and pulling out… JH: “My God.” TM: “It’s.. it’s the cinder block wrapped with barbed wire!” JH: “This match is over. Ms. Lee, if you’re watching this needs to end now, we need order down here. I can’t watch.” Graver grins along with the pop from the crowd as he raised it in the air. Barrett climbs to his feet and his eyes open wide in horror but there is little he can do before the improvised weapon connects with his skull. The impact is tremendous, the noise sickening and the barbs bite and tear the flesh of the unfortunate Barrett who simply crashes down to the mat, blood trickling from numerous small nicks. Graver again walks back to the old bag and pulls out a couple of beers, twisting off the tops and taking a swig. He walks around the ring, drinking his beer before walking over to Barrett and pulling him toward the corner. Graver knocks back the drink and delicately balances the bottle on Barrett’s head. He squints, making sure everything looks perfect and then swings the barbed wire cinder block again. The bottle shatters over the exposed head of Barrett, and the weapon again connects. It’s sickening, trust me. Bits of glass scatter everywhere. JH: “I’m speechless..” TM: “Yes! It’s the day I’ve always dreamed off…. Say I wonder if I could have a beer?” Graver looks down, impressed at his handiwork and strides back over to the ring ropes to have another beer while he waits for Michaela to recover. He tosses the empty bottle aside and kicks the bag back from the ring before settling back to lean on the ropes. She starts to stir, and amazingly so does Barrett, a gurgling coming from his throat and his limbs moving just a tiny bit. Graver kicks a few shards of glass out of the immediate area absent-mindedly and just shrugs at the confused and inquisitive look Michaela gives him. Graver walks over to Barrett and helps him up, which proves a near impossible task. He eventually manages to do so and Barrett somehow manages to remain upright, though swaying dangerously. Graver pushes one finger out from his closed fist and prods it into the centre of Barrett’s chest causing him to topple back over, falling to the mat lifelessly. JH: “This is humiliating. I’m no fan of Barrett and maybe he’s just got what he deserves here.” TM: “Graver warned him. Graver said he’d do this, and he’s doing it. That’s the sign of a TRUE champion, Hitchen. But you wouldn’t know anything about that I suppose.” Graver places one boot on the chest of the near unconscious Barrett and Michaela lowers herself uncertainly to the mat. [align=center]1... … 2... …. 3!!![/align] Unsurprisingly Graver picks up the win. He walks over to the ropes and grabs the Fighting Spirit belt. MA: “Here is your winner and STILL the Fighting Spirit Champion… GRAAAAAAVER!” JH: I don’t know what to say, that was absolutely vicious from Graver. He doesn’t deserve a place in the ring if you ask me. TM: “Whatever it takes to get the job done, Hitchen. Who in this arena or watching at home will not remember this? It’s one of those moments. It’s Graver.” The camera cuts backstage where it is focusing on the Slam International Championship; quickly it zooms out to reveal Xtreme Kitten. Lucy as nearly always is by his side as they walk along the hall ways of the backstage area. It would seem XK has yet to put on his ring gear or get ready for his big match in just a few hours. Wearing a gray tank top and black sweat pants, and a pair of white sneakers, or he could possibly showing tribute to Mick Foley with his attire. Though it would seem the camera has caught the two in the middle of a conversation. XK: Why do they always hide the cafeteria? Lucy: Wheezy. XK: Ah ??: YOU! The camera (as well as XK and Lucy) turn to the source of the voice, revealing JJ. Onikage's student holds a Pepsi can in his hand as he stands only a few feet from the reigning IC and his manager. He is wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt (tucked into the pants) as well as his trademark robe and boa. Though that distance is shortened a bit as JJ marches right over to the too. JJ: So we finally meet Kitten, the traitor of Ordinary. XK: What, who are you? And where did you get that? Xtreme Kitten points at the Pepsi in JJ's hand. JJ: Oh, this? From the cafeteria... JJ turns slightly so Lucy and XK can see down the hall way clearly as he points down it. JJ: Go down there, you make a right and it shouldn't be too much more of a walk. They are giving them away free to all the wrestlers, really kind of cool thing to d-Hey! Wait a minute! JJ turns back to fully face Xtreme Kitten, now with a slightly annoyed expression. Glaring so hard that if looks could kill XK would probably have a dagger through his skull by now, thankfully for him and TO/XK fans out there looks can’t kill. JJ: Don't try and change the subject Kitten, the traitor of the Ordinary! Sensei has wise me up to all of your tricks of devilish intent. As for who am I? What? Sensei never told you about me? Lucy and XK look at each other, and then shake their heads no. This seems to deflate JJ a bit and his expression shifts bit more to sadness. JJ: Not even once?... Once again the couple shakes their head to which JJ sighs. He shakes his head and quickly gets a serious expression once more as he glares at Kitten. JJ: Well then, allow me to introduce myself to you, you filthy traitor and his wench. I am JJ; I am the head student of your former ally who is known as Onikage. XK: Traitor? Traitor? There was only one traitor to the Ordinary and it wasn’t me, it was that leather mask wearing, brand jumping guy I don’t want to talk about, he isn’t your teacher is he? Onikage's pupil rolls his eyes and shakes his head at Xtreme Kitten. JJ: Yes, that's what I said cats for brains, and nuh uh. You were the traitor, not him, he's after all still doing the mission the Ordinary was made for. More than one could say about you fur ball. XK: Ugh the mission. Xtreme Kitten shakes his head and goes silent. Lucy: What’s he done for the mission that so damn great? Nothing, Kitten’s about to fix the mess he created, he’ll going to become the undisputed International champion, solidifying his claim of being the best champion Slam! has to offer. What’s your Teacher doing huh? JJ: What is sensei doing? Well I'll tell you what he is doing Missy. He is taking care of a pill popping hack known as Jim O'Brien. He is perhaps one of the biggest hacks of them all when it comes to being over hyped and size. And just like he did with Elrick, he is going to end the big man's career. Sensei is ridding this company of two more hacks than fur ball ever managed to do. JJ smirks and looks over at Xtreme Kitten, a gleam in his eye. JJ: Which is better I'd say than letting some psycho hack who thinks a false title is the real title kick my ass all the time leading up to my unifying match. Suddenly some thing springs to JJ's mind and he quickly adds, shaking his can of Pepsi as threateningly as a can of soda can be at Kitten and Lucy. JJ: Oh and might I add though it wasn't exactly what he was hoping for, sensei is even letting the hack use his weapons in their match to further prove when he ends his career why he is inferior. So currently on the mission score board, sensei is up two. Kitten looks at Lucy. XK: Did he just say he is letting him use weapons? Lucy: Yeah. Xtreme Kitten smiles and turns back to JJ. XK: He’s going to be in a weapons match? I see he can’t shake it, he’s sliding back to his old ways, back to being a hack, he was a hack before me and without me he’s just another one in the ranks. The one thing the Ordinary were about the entire time was beating the hacks not joining them, so that’s me up one as always and you following a fool. Kitten's words hit a nerve and obvious frustration overtakes JJ's face. He glares at Kitten and walks a bit closer to his mentor's former ally. JJ: I hate you. Stay right here! And with that JJ turns around and heads down the hall way towards the locker room area. Before long he is at a jogging pace, perhaps thinking XK might run. Xtreme Kitten shrugs and despite Lucy trying to hold him in place wanders off as the camera cuts away. DV: Boys, it's time for Elimination action. KR: This issue really kicked off between Rylee and Prime when they were defeated in a Tag Team Championship match. CM: Prime turned on Rylee because she lost! KR: Then Big Baby Sweets was added into the mix when he saved Rylee from a beating only two weeks ago. CC: The following contest is an Elimination Triple Threat Match! The arena lights begin to faint into darkness as the bass in the speakers begin to rumble and it jumps into What You Waiting For? as a sexy body walks out onto the floor and raises her hands into the air and strobe lights filter the stage as the crowd begins to cheer. [align=center]What you waiting What you waiting What you waiting What you waiting What you waiting for!?[/align] Rylee slowly walks towards the ring and she begins to walk down the strobe walkway shaking her hips and her hands in the air in the form of an ‘X’. She makes it to the ring and slides into the ring on her knees as she gets up shaking her head to the beat of the music. Rylee climbs the turnbuckle as she raises her hands again as the song dies down and she awaits her opponents. CC: Introducing first, from Fairfield Conneticut...RYLEE STARR! O Fortuna blasts over the PA, presenting a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. He poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… *BLAM!* The grinding hard rock of Princes of the Universe starts to slam over the PA as the arena lights give way to a spectacular and thundering pyro burst and celestial light show. Usually Prime emerges at this point but all we see is the lovely figure of Jesse Jaymes emerging from the entrance. Prime's manager holds the attention of Rylee Starr, allowing Prime to come through the crowd unnoticed and he slides into the ring with a steel chair! [align=center]CRACK![/align] KR: HEY! DV: Come on now! Referee Amy Spencer tries to pull Prime away but Jesse Jaymes has made it to the ring and she corners Spencer as Prime raises the chair high above his head...CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! KR: Three chair shots! CM: Get her Prime! Remember what she cost you! Prime dispatches the chair through the ropes and then drags the groggy Rylee Starr to her feet. Prime taunts the live audience for a moment before locking in a Full Nelson Submission on Rylee! DV: What's he doing? The match hasn't even started yet! Rylee is ragged from one side of Prime's body to the other as he applies the Full Nelson with devastating force! Big Baby Sweets emerges from the entrance and runs down to the ring, Prime releases Starr and tosses her through the ropes! Sweets slides in and the fight is on! Jaymes heads for the outside and Amy Spencer calls for the bell to officially kick this match off. KR: Big Baby Sweets makes the save but it looks to me like the damage has been done. DV: What Prime has done is made Rylee a non-factor at least for the time being. We may not like it, but it was a smart move by the Evolution of Excellence. Prime is waffled with a few of Sweets most dangerous punches, backing the former body builder into the ropes. BBS irish whips Prime across the ring and catches him as he rebounds with a knee slammed into the gut. Prime flips over and goes down to the mat, leading to Sweets stomping away at him. Big Baby Sweets pulls him up to his feet and shoves Prime into a corner. Prime comes back with a kick to the gut and he reverses Sweets into the corner. Prime goes for a big haymaker of a right hand but Sweets ducks underneath! He hammers Prime with a succession of body shots, driving a closed fist into the chiselled stomach of Prime. KR: Won't have much effect on Prime, he's perhaps the most ribbed of all the Slam! wrestlers. DV: But Sweets is a big man too, only giving up around 50 pounds. KR: Good point Dean, normally Prime has a much larger weight advantage over his opponent. Sweets is pushed back by Prime, Prime takes Sweets now into the corner and hammers him with a couple of big forearm shots to the face. Prime then backs away Referee Spencer, who had been protesting about the use of the corner. Prime comes back with a big right hand to leave Sweets reeling. Prime lands a headbutt and then backs away...turnbuckle clothesline! Prime snatches at Sweets hand, he whips him across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle and Big Baby Sweets' back absorbs the impact. Sweets staggers out of the corner, he blocks an attempted punch and catches Prime with one of his own! Sweets now sends Prime into the corner and follows up by ramming a knee into his gut. CM: Prime has Jesse Jaymes at ringside, she is one fit bird as they would say over here. KR: A fit bird? That's a new one on me. Sweets gets more knees in, weakening Prime and then lands an uppercut. Sweets whips him across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle and then runs in after him but Prime gets a foot up into his face! Sweets staggers back and Prime turns around to untie the turnbuckle pad. He then finds Sweets coming back at him, Prime lands a few hard rights to the head as he slugs Sweets. Prime then looks for a hiptoss but Sweets blocks it! Big Baby Sweets comes back with a hard clothesline to knock Prime down. Sweets then goes for an elbow drop but Prime rolls out of the way at the last second! DV: Sweets a little off on that one. CM: And you know that exposed turnbuckle bolt will come into play. Prime goes for what could be a Boston Crab, he picks both Sweets' legs up but Sweets kicks him off! Prime is sent back into the ropes but controls his motion to dive forward and knock Big Baby Sweets down with a clothesline as BBS was only sat up. BBS fights back up, pushing Prime away from him but Sweets is positioned next to the ropes...CLOTHESLINE SENDS SWEETS OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR! KR: Big clothesline! DV: Sweets somehow lands on his feet! Sweets starts to climb back onto the apron but Prime goes downstairs with a baseball slide that sends Sweets stumbling back to the announce table with a clatter! On the other side of the ring Rylee Starr is slowly climbing back in, holding the back of her head as she does. Prime turns around to see Rylee up on her feet, Starr runs at him to jump around and she applies a crucifix! Rylee pulls back at Prime but he simply drops down to the canvas in a SAMOAN DROP! KR: Rylee back in and she went for a pin but Prime blocked! CM: He didn't just block, he sent her CRASHING to the mat! Prime stands over Rylee as the crowd jeers, Prime then grabs her by the hair and pulls her up to her feet. He grabs the dazed female competitor by the neck with both hands...AUTHORITY BOMB! Prime then moves across her for the cover... [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] CC: Rylee Starr has been eliminated! KR: She hardly got any offence in here and it's thanks to Prime. DV: Prime's new attitude clearly showing through here, attacking the woman before the opening bell even sounded. Big Baby Sweets is still on the outside, Prime exits onto the apron. He jumps off at Sweets, looking for a double axe handle but Sweets gets an uppercut in! Prime drops to his knees on landing. Sweets is quick to press his advantage, he pulls Prime up by his hair despite the shouts of Jesse Jaymes and he slams Prime into the steel steps! CM: Prime into the apples and pears! KR: The stairs! CM: Well done Royle. Prime then begins crawling away, getting to his feet as he walks away from the ring. Sweets follows, he grabs him and turns him around but Prime catches him with a body shot! Sweets doubles over for a moment before coming back with a discuss clothesline to knock Prime off his feet! Prime is then pulled up and body slammed in the entrance isle! Big Baby Sweets wastes no time in again picking Prime up and this time he lands a forearm to send him staggering back towards the ring. They reach the ringside area and Sweets rams Prime's head into the apron before rolling him into the ring. CM: So come on Royle, tell us about that eighteen stone slapper you were with last night! KR: What is a slapper? CM: You would know! Sweets slides in. He lands a boot to the head on Prime before pulling up to his feet and slamming Prime's head into one of the covered top turnbuckles, fortunately for Prime. Sweets takes him down the ropes and then whips him to the other side. Prime comes off the ropes to find Sweets with his head lowered and Prime lands a swinging neckbreaker! CM: That was a shag-adelic neckbreaker! DV: A what neckbreaker???? CM: Oh behave Dean! I got a question for you, do I make you horny? KR: I apologise folks, he watched all the Austin Powers movies on the flight over here. Prime has a few moments rest, he needs it aswell. Prime slowly gets back to his feet and drops a massive leg down across Sweets' chest. Prime then drives a front elbow down across his head and then one more for good measure. Prime connects with a third elbow, the crowd booing the Evolution of Excellence as he does. Prime then drags Sweets to the ropes, places his head over the second rope and begin choking him with his knee in the back of BBS' head. Amy Spencer reaches a count of four before Prime releases him. KR: Prime is the Land of Opportunity Winner remember, he has that title shot anytime in 2006. DV: He could use it tonight after whoever emerges from the Triple Threat Match! Prime knocks Sweets down to the mat with a stiff kick and then chokes the life out of him with the bottom of his boot pressed against Sweets' throat. Again Referee Spencer reaches a count of four before a reluctant Prime releases the illegal hold. Prime pulls Sweets up into the corner and then goes to whip him across the ring...Sweets reverses! PRIME SENT CHEST FIRST INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE BOLT! CM: OH NO! KR: Prime exposed the bolt earlier and he just paid for it! Big Baby Sweets pull him up, a dazed Prime is met with a SPINEBUSTER! Sweets jumps across him for the pin! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: Our first unsuccessful pinfall attempt of the match! DV: Prime suffered from the turnbuckle and then the spinebuster on that one. CM: But he kicked out! Big Baby Sweets slams his fist against the mat in frustration as Amy Spencer only holds up two fingers. Sweets goes to pick Prime up but the Evolution of Excellence comes back with a rake of the eyes. Sweets stumbles back as Prime runs against the ropes...KISS THIS LARIAT! CM: Beautiful move! KR: Almost took his head off! Prime rolls into a cover... [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] DV: This time Sweets kicks out! Sweets is up to his feet surprisingly quickly. He knocks down Prime with a clothesline! Prime is back up also quickly and he gets knocked down with a second running clothesline! Sweets takes Prime into a corner and lands a vicious CHOP! Prime staggers out and Sweets backs into the ropes to build momentum but Jesse Jaymes grabs his foot! Big Baby Sweets turns around and reaches through the ropes to grab her by the hair but he looks behind him to see Prime on the up. Sweets runs at Prime, they both have the same idea...DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! DV: They felt that! KR: This could go either way! Both men are back up at the same time, Sweets blocks a punch from Prime and comes back with one of his own! Prime fires off again but for a second time Sweets blocks it! This time Sweets looks for a running boot to knock him down but Prime has it scouted! Prime takes Sweets down with a big back body drop! Prime goes to the legs and picks one up...he then steps through...FIGURE FOUR! PRIME APPLIES THE FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK! KR: Submission! DV: A new move for Prime, normally he likes to stick to his Full Nelson as a submission. Prime applies more pressure to the figure four, arching his back to add to the pain! Sweets' shoulders are down! [align=center]1! 2! SHOULDER UP![/align] DV: Close one there, Prime almost got the win through the back door. Sweets fights against the pain, trying desperately to reverse it! He rolls his shoulders and turns it over onto his stomach! The pressure is reversed to Prime! Prime quickly reaches out and grabs the bottom rope! CM: Prime knew where he was, kept that in the back of his mind I'm sure. Both men get up at the same time, Sweets catches Prime coming at him with a knee planted into the gut. Big Baby Sweets then looks for his SWEETS CRUSHER set up, he goes to lift Prime up...Prime powers out! Prime hoists him up, shifts his hands...AUTHORITY BOMB! OUT OF NOWHERE! Prime into the cover! [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] CC: Here is your winner...PRIME! Amy Spencer raises Prime's hand but she is brushed aside as Jesse Jaymes takes over. KR: Prime wins it! CM: Dominating display, eliminating both Rylee and Sweets from this match. DV: He had some help from a steel chair and that woman right there too. As Primes theme rings through the sold out MEN arena, Prime bounds off the ring apron and is immediately met by roving reporter, Jeff Noon. Noon: Prime, you’re hot off the heels of one hellacious match where you ran through not one, but two opponents! First, I have to ask you… did you walk into this match with a game plan, or were you simply riding on a wing and a prayer? Prime jerks back like he’s about to back hand Noon for asking such an obviously insulting question, but the big man restrains himself and simply spits his aggression out rather than let ‘er rip. Prime: Noon, I should slap the frosting out of your hair for asking such a God damn ridiculous question! Of course I had a plan… pound and ground! There’s not a soul in this company who can play by those rules as effectively as I can! As far as Brad Guinup is concerned… I shut his punk mouth up after I grounded his ass with my Authority Bomb! I’ll bet Guinup wished he had kept his mouth shut now! Fact of the matter, Guinup, is you were simply out matched from the start… a huge rookie mistake is never being able to recognize that. I guess I taught Guinup a well deserved lesson he soon won’t forget. Noon: Well, I suppose the biggest follow up question is are you satisfied with the revenge you’ve issued Rylee Star? Prime shakes his head with an inner laugh making his broad chest rumble. Prime: Rylee Star?! Who cares about Rylee Star anymore? That bitch got what she deserved here tonight, and don’t make the same mistake everybody’s been making, Noon. What happened here wasn’t a matter of revenge. I’ve said it from the start, Rylee Star would be held accountable for her actions, and tonight she was. That’s the price you pay when you cross the likes of me! Noon: Well Prime, I guess the only question left is where do you go from here? Prime smiles. It’s a very sinister smile… a curling the edge of his lips very wickedly smile. The kind of smile that makes Jeff Noon very uncomfortable. Prime: Where do I go from here, Noon? I’ll tell you where… I’ll take a giant step in the right direction.. My direction. Tonight I make the challenge of my career. Tonight… I cash in my winnings from the Land of Opportunity match that I won at Summer of Sin. Tonight… I’ll issue a challenge for the FIW World Championship. It’s time… for Slam… to evolve. With that off his chest, Prime walks away from Noon while still wearing that eerily sinister grin on his face. Jeff Noon is at a loss for words and simply stands in his own confusion while stammering. In the back again and we are following JJ and his mentor Onikage, the pair are headed to the location JJ left Xtreme Kitten and Lucy but when they arrive there is no sign of Xtreme Kitten, only Lucy leaning against the wall. Onikage is wearing the suit he was seen in earlier in the week on FIW.com’s segment. JJ: He was here sensei! He was here, I swear. Onikage: We do not have time to play games, was it just her? JJ: No! It was him too! He even had your belt with him! Onikage: I stopped caring about that championship quite some time ago. Calmly Onikage walks over towards Lucy while JJ storms over in anger. The Straight Edge Savior looks down with a rather indifferent look at the woman who once acted as his manager too many moons ago. Onikage: Where did he go to Lucy? My student has tried to convince me that I need to settle this matter which I considered buried tonight. Lucy slowly looks over at Onikage. Lucy: I don’t know he asked me to stay here then mutter something about a hack, something about getting ready. Quickly JJ looks over at Onikage with a hint of surprise over what Lucy said on his face. JJ: Do you think sensei?...Did he mean?... Onikage: Do not assume any thing. He nods his masked head slightly to Lucy, still with a indifferent expression towards the woman. Onikage: Thank you, a pleasure seeing you again Lucy. Not saying another word Onikage turns his back to Lucy and starts walking down the hall way. JJ looks between his now leaving sensei and Lucy a few times before he sticks his tongue out at Lucy. Though it only lasts for a few moments before he starts trying to catch up to his mentor while the camera cuts back to ringside. |
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| Liger | Apr 9 2006, 07:31 PM Post #2 |
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KR: Well apparently now we have booked the debut of a man who has been on our screens lately, without actually making a live appearance. CM: Oh God, it’s not time already is it? DV: I like him. He seems like a great guy. CM: Typical, coming from a guy in a wheel chair. DV: I could still beat you up! CM: Whoa, calm down. I’m only kidding. Bring out The Real One. KR: I was speaking of Lance Evers… The crowd are quietly murmuring, waiting for the next FIW match to happen. But instead, the lights in the arena suddenly cut out. The murmuring stops, as the crowd wonder what on earth is happening. A voice suddenly comes off the PA, booming through out the arena. It is the same movie style voice that had been heard in the Lance Evers adverts that have been running for the last three weeks. Some people recognise it in the crowd, others are still confused. Voice-over: Ladies and gentlemen. The time has come to let loose the epiphany of Hardcore Wrestling. The man that has more nicknames than anyone else. He is Father Hardcore, the Hardcore Legend, the Man of the Hour, the Rocker, Knocker and Mocker of FIW, the Saviour of C4, the Priest of Pain, the Bringer of Barbed Wire, the Reverend of Razor, the Vicar of Violence, the Churchman of Chairs, the Teacher of Tables, and….your Mother’s Wet Dream. That’s right, Prepare for Controversy, Hardcore is Here! LANCE EVERS! The crowd cheer when that name is said, after the numerous nicknames. The crowd wait, as suddenly a golden spotlight comes down from the rafters, going straight down to the entrance curtain. The crowd look on, as suddenly out come….three gospel singers! They are all wearing golden robes as they come out, with sparkle in the light. The crowd look on confused, since they were expecting a wrestler. They line up, and suddenly start to produce a lovely harmonious sound, all making an “Oooo” sound. KR: Ain’t that a sight. DV: Looks like the last porn movie Chip rented. “Sister Smack 2”. They keep doing this, when suddenly drums out of nowhere kick in, and the song “Vegas Two Times” by Stereophonics starts to blast from the P.A. system. There is an explosion of golden sparks on either side of the gospel singers. The whole arena lights up with gold, as the three gospel singers move either side of the entrance. Then, from behind the curtain, comes out the man himself, Lance Evers! He’s wearing a priest costume, and is ridding what appears to be a motorized pulpit, covered in barbed wire. He comes out and stops the pulpit on the stage, to look out at the crowd, who are screaming mad with excitement. Lance grins, as he suddenly goes forwards again on his motorized pulpit towards the ring. KR: Well there’s something you don’t see very often. DV: I have a feeling that Lance Evers has only just started to show how much of a showman he is… CM: I feel sick… Lance stops his pulpit by the steps of the ring, and climbs off. As he does, he grabs a few books which were on the pulpit. He lifts them high into the air, to reveal they are two autobiographies. “Foley is Good” by Mick Foley, and “Not Just a Hardcore Wrestler” by Terry Funk. The crowd cheer for this, as Lance finally climbs up the steps and gets into the ring. He walks across and grabs a mic off a ring monkey, and switches it on. As he does, his gospel singers head to the back, the music dies off, and the lighting goes back to normal. The crowd chant “Hardcore”. Lance looks around, grinning, until he finally brings the microphone to his mouth to speak. Lance: Ladies and Gentleman, and children of all sexes. Pull up a pew and listen to my Ghetto Gospel as I tell you the ways of the Church of Hardcore. I’m Father Hardcore Lance Evers. You may know me as the Hardcore Legend, or that cocky guy that looks like Randy Orton. Well don’t worry, I’m not him. I have wrestling talent. Oh, and a kid. But he’s the product of a ripped condom, so let’s move on… KR: Did he just say that? DV: I know that feeling… CM: So, is this guy just a bumbling idiot? DV: Reminds me of someone… Lance: I’m the man that has defied the critics, saying I’m just a pretty boy who can’t really stand pain. Well I think I proved them wrong. I mean, have you people seen a great looking chap like myself thrown off a 25ft scaffolding structure, to land face first into thumbtacks?! I think not. How about being piledrived off a ladder? No. Maybe sent through a table covered in C4?! Lance puts the mic out to the audience, who answer with a hell no. Lance: Well thank you for answering that one for me. You see, I was watching Slam! and I realised something. This place is supposed to be the Hardcore Heaven on wrestling, yet the matches you see on here are nothing more than a bunch of pansies jumping around, afraid of a little bit of blood. I would’ve come to show you the light, but I was stuck with another company. But not now. Because that place shut down, and I had nowhere to go. So I decided to come here, and show you people what Hardcore really means. To show you how to live your lives according to the Church of Hardcore. Now, if you will all stand, we will say the Lance’s Prayer. Everyone on your feet. That means you too, Chip, Kurt and Dean. The camera turns to face the commentators. Chip grudgingly gets up, while Kurt pushes his chair back to just manage. Dean stays down. Lance: Come on Dean, don’t spoil it. Dean shouts up to Lance. DV: I’m in a wheelchair, you dumb bastard! Lance suddenly realises, and quickly tries to recover. Lance: Oh, I see. Well, then just stay there then. OK, everyone put your hands together and pray. Our Father, who art Hardcore, Hallowed be thy name. Thy ladders will come, Pain will be done, On Slam!, as it was in ECW. Give us this day, our daily Funk, And forgive us our chair shots, As we take down those who chair shot against us. And lead us not to technical wrestling, But deliver us from boredom. For thine is the kingdom, and the pain, and the gore, for ever and ever. Amen. The whole crowd repeat amen, before sitting back down. CM: I need a stiff one. DV: Always knew you were bent… CM: I mean a drink. Lance: Thank you my brothers and sisters. I know I sound like D-Von Dudley when I say that, but knowing my father, it’s likely you’re my brothers and sisters anyway. Now, to show that I’m not here to be a cocky, want it all bastard, I have placed a gift under each of your seats. If you will now look under every seat here, you will find it. I filled the entire arena with them, took me ages! The camera goes to the front row, to see people looking at the bottom of their chair, and pulling out signed photos of Lance Evers. They get them, and look at each other. So approve, others wondering if it’s going to be good toilet paper. Lance: A signed photo of me for everyone. There’s 22,000 I had to do, for every single one of you FIW fans! I can barely move my right hand. That’s a serious injury for me! I’ve had to have these women to do all this other work for me. That part was good… Lance trails off, thinking on what jobs these apparently hot women did for him. He suddenly cuts back. Lance: Anyway. There’s another reason I’m out here. Not just to talk to you, give you free stuff, and to warn you about boring wrestling. No, I’m out here to talk about a little man named Ahriman. You may have seen him on Slam! a week or so ago. He interrupted my great advert, from his prison cell in Berlin, to talk about himself! I mean, you’d never catch me talking about myself like that. He was going on about how he’s more like some of the more “Controversial” geniuses in our time. Well, Ahriman, if you’re apparently coming for Slam! as well, shall I tell these people a bit about you? Well, Ahriman is a guy who drinks his own blood. He’s demented, stalks people, and once worked for TWA, and kidnapped the owner. I’ve been in the same federation as him before, known as NLW. It had to be closed down after Ahriman “accidentally” broke the neck of a man named Mike-E. He’s been in the Berlin prison ever since. But now, it seems like he’s following me. I don’t know why, but he wants to make my life a living Hell. Well unless he plans on killing every woman on this earth, good luck! The crowd cheer. Lance: Seems like FIW have paid for your release. Well, seeming as that’s the case, why don’t you come out here now Ahriman? Come on, I challenge you right here! The crowd cheer, as Lance looks up to the entrance. He drops the mic, and gets in a stance ready to fight. He keeps staring up, when suddenly the lights in the arena go out again. Nothing can be seen, as Ahriman’s voice suddenly comes booming through out. Ahriman: Lance Evers. You challenge me? You’re in no place to challenge me. I’m the master here. What I say goes. You’re not getting a free ticket. You will suffer first. Keep your eyes out, you will soon see what happens when you dare anger me. Suddenly, the tron flashes with the words Ahriman, before the lights cut back up. As they do, people murmur in the crowd. Lance looks around, up and down, but after there is no sight of Ahriman, he picks up the mic again. Lance: Well, you heard it from him. He’s too scared to come on out to face me now. He’d rather wait. Well have it your way Ahriman, because I’ve got all the time in the World. Now if you people excuse me, FIW has paid a few dozen women to stay around in my room, and I don’t want to keep them waiting. Prepare yourselves for the first Slam! back, because Hardcore will come home! The crowd pop, as Vegas Two Times comes over the PA System again. Lance grins, as he drops the mic. He goes and gets out of the ring, and down the steps, climbing back into his motorized pulpit. He reverses it, and turns it to go back up the ramp. KR: Well it seems like Lance plans to bring Hardcore home. DV: But what about Ahriman? CM: Don’t know, don’t care. KR: Well whatever it is, Slam! looks like it’s going to have a few changes after tonight. “Hey Now” hits the speakers and the crowd explode for their favourite silent giant. Strobes search the auditorium before returning to the entranceway to pick out his massive silhouette cast against the entrance. [align=center]I'm a menace to society baby The police wanna relocate me They running with gun up but they can't fade me They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy I ride one in the chamber, gun on cock '6-tre Chevrolet rollin without no top Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop California to Virginia Timmy making it hot [/align] He steps forward into the aisle, his eyes focused completely on the ring as his partner Remy steps out from his impressive shadow. JH: Here we are, folks! Yet another FIW Tag-Team Championship match, and what an imposing duo the champions face tonight! CM: You call this imposing? HA! Over on Slam! we eat milk duds and skull pops for breakfast. JH: Well, that would explain why you all perpetuate that nasty stereotype of people in England having bad teeth. CM: HEY! You’re a bit quicker on the draw than ‘ol Kurt. JH: Having to deal with Thomas’ quips on a weekly basis does that to you, Chip. The two begin their trek toward the ring, Remy bopping to the beat and generally trying to have a good time, Carl remaining as stoic as ever. [align=center]Taking long rides in the G4 plane X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane Yeah! Got the world saying my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, c'mon! Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody[/align] As the chorus kicks in the two Cajuns reach the ring, Remy breaks off and moves to a natural position as Carl steps up onto the apron and in over the top rope. CM: How fair is it that Remy’s at ringside with Carl? It’s like asking for trouble to start. JH: I don’t know about that, Chip. I mean, Remy’s head has got to be on his upcoming match against April Lynn. CM: Ah, never underestimate a sneaky fucking Cajun. He’ll steal your wallet and your daughter’s virginity faster than you can say ‘scum-sucking pus-bucket’. Carl walks across the ring, grabbing a hold of the top set of cables and tugging at them as if to test their integrity. Seemingly happy they can hold his weight, Carl turns back to the entranceway to await the start of his match. [align=center]"Hey amigos . . ."[/align] Rich mariachi music begins to play, scintillating 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. CM: All right, y’know, I’d seen pictures, I saw him a ways down the hall at the last pay per view… but truly seeing this man so close is just… terrifying. I now understand why the entirety of the TNT roster sucks so bad; they’re intimidated by this guy. JH: Keep your bias to yourself, there, Chip. I know more than half a dozen young bucks on the TNT roster who have stood in the face of this behemoth and not backed down. 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 partner with his nothing eyes. CC: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is an inter-brand match for the FIW Tag-Team Championships! Introducing first, at a combined weight of SIX HUNDRED EIGHTY SEVEN POUNDS… the SKUUUUULLL COWBOY and CARL! LUUUUUUUUUUUCASSSSSSS!!! CM: You see that, Jonathan? That glare? JH: I can’t see a damn thing; his eyes are hidden by that mask! CM: Well… but you know what I mean. That right there is why Slam! is going to keep the tag team titles. "Scream" by Slipknot begins to punish the Slam sound system as the crowd leaps to their feet, every last person in the building cheering as loud as they can, as the house lights drop and take on a darkish red hue. Two spotlights, also dark red in color, do one lap around the arena before focusing on the mat where the Slipknot tribal 'S' has appeared with the Neverwinter eye and the T-Bird Wings logo flanking it. [align=center]SCREAM!![/align] Red pyro EXPLODES on the stage in a wall instead of a pyrobomb as the song picks up, the crowd's cheers only get louder as Nightmare steps up onto the stage with Orchid and Flame, with T-Bird crawling out after them, illuminated by the now blazing red strobes on the stage. Nightmare stands with arms crossed, surveying the scene, as Tommy walks over to him and kneels down in front of him, throwing metal to the crowd as he continues to headbang. Tee pops up to her feet, grinning mischeviously at her friends. CC: And on their way to the ring, being accompanied by Orchid and Flame, at a total combined weight of 413 pounds, T-Bird, and Nightmare, THE MAAAAAAGGOT KOOORPS! Nightmare signals for his gang to move, and they trek down to the ring, Night sliding into the ring with T-Bird coming in right after as Flame and Orchid enter from the other side and converge in the center of the ring, clapping and cheering for Tee and Nightmare who are rounding the corners pumping up the crowd with their taunts. They drop off the buckles after each person has taunted on all four, going to the center and focusing on the entranceway, Nightmare looming over, waiting, with T-Bird standing right next to him as Orchid gives Night a kiss and exits to the outside with Flame. JH: What’s the matter, Chip? Nothing to say during Maggot Korps entrance? CM: Nothing really, no. Hey, I can’t lie. I think Nightmare’s a total puss and T-Bird is some dumb bitch having an early mid-life crisis. It’s a dirty cockstabbing shame they’re the ones representing Slam! at this confrontation when…. ohhhh…. I dunno… SWAT would make much better opposition, but here we are. And I’ll stand by my brand, goddammit, no matter how fucking big Carl and the cowboy are. The bell rings and the match gets underway. Carl steps back to the outside, offering cowboy the start of the match. The cowboy continues to glare at him, but finally turns around, RIGHT into a kitchen sink from Nightmare! CM: Well! Surprise, surprise! Nightmare knows how to start a match! JH: This is what you call a super-face over on Slam!? That was a damn cheap tactic! CM: Hey, when it’s time to take out the TNT trash, any tactic is a good one, rustnuts. Cowboy bends over as Nightmare steadies himself on the ropes, and throws a HEAVY knee lift that actually takes the cowboy’s boots off the mat! He steadies himself on the cowboy’s back, preparing for another, but the skull-faced fiend shoots an arm up, nailing Nightmare SQUARE IN THE DAMN THROAT!! CM: What the HELL!?! How the FUCK is that legal!? JH: If it is, it’s just barely in the rulebook, I’d say. But like you said, Chip; against Slam! any tactic is a good one. CM: Oh sure. Use my own fucking words against me, you assbag. The bigger half of the champs reels, choking on his own spit as the cowboy rises. He follows Nightmare to the middle of the ring, pulling his arm back and BLASTING him in the forehead with an unforgiving fist! JH: Good lord! That shot almost split Nightmare open! CM: Almost only counts in fucking horseshoes and hand grenades, okay!? JH: Jeeze, touchy. Is somebody menstruating today? CM: Fuck you! The cowboy gets a glove full of Nightmare’s short-cropped hair, but the Prince of Pain isn’t having that; he swats the cowboy’s arm backward and flails a Mongolian chop at the cowboy! The cowboy takes a step back, mostly stunned by the sheer oddness of the windmilling move, then LUNGES FORWARD AND TAKES THEM BOTH TO THE MAT WITH A LARI-- JH: LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH from the skull cowboy! CM: FUCK! The cowboy slides perpendicular to Nightmare and holds him by the mouth before POUNDING one solitary, brutal fist into the man’s chest! Seemingly having proven his point with that shot, the cowboy stalks over and swats Carl’s hand, exiting to the ropes. JH: The first tag of the match, and it was NOT a friendly one. CM: It’s ‘cuz your TEAM isn’t friendly! Carl and cowboy have absolutely no chemistry. How the hell are they gonna win the match hating each other? I mean, fucking LOOK at T-Bird and Nightmare. They used to do the horizontal doctor mambo on a regular basis. Now THERE’S chemistry. JH: Was that wife number four or five? CM: Fuck if I keep track. Carl stares at the masked monster before stepping over the ropes and into the ring. He approaches Nightmare--AND NIGHTMARE TACKLES HIS LEGS, QUICKLY ROLLING HIM UP INTO A PIN!!! [align=center]ONE! TW--NO! [/align] CM: Noooooo!! So close! JH: That was barely a two. CM: Closer than either of those thick-headed cuntwrappers are gonna get. Carl shoves Nightmare off of him, getting quickly to his feet and looking incredulous. Nightmare rises to a knee, smiling, then stands in full. He holds both arms up, indicating an offer for a test of strength. CM: Oh, what the hell is this waste of time!? JH: It’s about the first honorable thing done in this match. It shocks me that it’s coming from a Slam!mer. Carl shakes his head and wipes his hands off on his tights before locking hands with Nightmare. The crowd cheers as both men struggle with honor and sportsmanship over who should begin their portion of the contest with the upper hand. JH: This is such a classic and time-honored test between two men. CM: You are such a weeping puss-bag. JH: Asshole. CM: Punk. Carl starts to gain the weight advantage, pulling Nightmare’s hands upward, but the partial tag team champ wisely backs up a few paces, causing Carl to lose his footing and thus most of his leverage. CM: Wow, that’s the best tag team you guys’ve got to offer? The big chowder-brain can barely stay standing. JH: Leverage is a weak point for most large wrestlers. Nightmare certainly has the advantage as far as that‘s concerned, him only being six foot four. Nightmare pushes their hands back to an even playing field, but that doesn’t last for long as the cowboy reaches an arm over the ropes and palms Nightmare’s head! CM: Oh, what the fuck is he doing now!? He puts his other hand up for leverage and SHOVES downward, Nightmare being forced to break his grip with Carl as he plummets backward. JH: Well, I’ve gotta agree with you there, that was just plain sneaky. CM: You’re god damn fucking right it was! Carl shoots a dirty look at the cowboy, who simply “stares” right back. Given little choice, Carl pulls Nightmare off the mats and shoves him forward into the turnbuckle. He bends to the side and positions his arms to grip Nightmare by the back, HOISTING him off his feet and swirling into a MASSIVE powerslam that shakes the ring! Carl looks around, almost sighing as he foregoes the pin and pulls Nightmare to his feet once more. CM: That was dumb. Hello? Pinfall? JH: It’s too early in the match; Carl knows it and doesn’t want to waste his time. CM: That’s a nice way to say he’s a fucking retard and forgot. Carl puts two meathooks on Nightmare’s arm and squats to add to the momentum when he WHIPS Nightmare insane-crazy-hard into the opposite turnbuckle! The male half of the champs rattles against the padded steel, and gets a blind tag from T-Bird that the ref notices… but Carl does not. Carl moves in to capture Nightmare from behind, possibly for a German suplex, but we’ll never know as T-Bird nips up onto the turnbuckle and CROSS-BODIES CARL TO THE CANVAS!!! She hooks one massive tree-trunk of a leg with both arms and rolls over his chest! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! T-Nope![/align] CM: All right, THAT time was fucking close! JH: Can’t argue with that. T-Bird sure caught Carl off-guard. Carl THROWS T-Bird off of him and stands up, shrugging at the ref as to why he counted that. Joe makes the motion for “they tagged” which pretty much appears like he’s a clap-happy Neanderthal. Carl still looks a bit confused, but is forced to accept the tag as reality when T-Bird catches him from behind with a forearm strike to the small of the back! CM: Hey, Jonathan, why don’t you go tell your friend there to keep his mind on the match and stop flirting with our hired help. JH: Sure, I’ll get right on that. Carl arcs his body foreword, clutching his spine. T-bird makes short work of his footing with a sharpish low kick to the Achilles tendon, and the giant topples, almost on top of referee Joe Johnson! She then springs to the second rope and performs a picture-perfect moonsault STRAIGHT onto Carl’s back! CM: If that wasn’t a match-winning move I don’t know what one is! JH: Maybe something that actually… I don’t know… wins the match? Carl roars in pain, rolling over to protect his spine. He quickly realizes he’s left himself open for pinning predicaments, though, and rolls over again. The final roll sees him dropping out of the ring, which is fine by him; he takes the time for a breather and to collect his strategic thoughts. JJ: ONE! JH: Carl taking a breather on the outside. Remy darts up to accompany him, give him a squirt from a water bottle and offer some encouragement. CM: And of course his little butt-buddy is there to give him kissies. JJ: TWO! T-bird shakes her head at the duo as Remy eyes her, but she doesn’t have long to watch as the cowboy charges through the ropes and BARRELLS INTO T-BIRD WITH A STIIIIIIFFFF SHOULDER-BLOCK! CM: JESUS! How can someone that fucking big move that fucking fast!? JJ: THREE! The cowboy skids to stand in place and T-Bird rocks back into the ropes, barely catching them as she collides. Cowboy reaches a hand back to send a haymaker her way, but Nightmare hits the canvas and the fans hit their feet! JJ: FOUR!! Nightmare CLUBS the cowboy with a reverse elbow, but the giant just turns and stares at him. JJ: FIVE!! CM: How can he DO that!? Nightmare screws up his face with rage and ROCKS three right hands to cowboy’s jaw, but the cowboy just swivels his head back to stare down at Nightmare, unphased by the blows! JH: This is the might of the skull cowboy! Some unholy… dare I say supernatural power to simply ignore even the stiffest of blows, the most devastating of moves… ! JJ: SIX!! Nightmare shoves the cowboy forward and takes a step back, charging and lifting his leg for a big boot, BUT THE COWBOY CATCHES NIGHTMARE BY THE ANKLE!! JJ: SEVEN!!! JH: Nightmare’s in trouble now! He slides Nightmare’s leg behind him and THROWS A MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE NIGHTMARE’S WAY--- AND IT GETS DUCKED!! CM: HA! Suck on THAT, cowboy Curtis! Nightmare pops up on the other side as the cowboy wheels around, charging for the monstrosity in the ring. JJ: EIGHT!!! Cowboy feints to the side and Nightmare rebounds off the ropes, coming back to GET PLUCKED UP INTO THE AIR WITH A FLAPJACK FROM COWBOY… BUT NO! It’s not that simple! Cowboy reaches up and quickly throws Nightmare’s shoulders forward, curling his body as the Prince of Pain comes crashing down into some sort of modified powerbomb!!! JH: DEAR SWEET JESUS CHRIST WHAT A MOVE!! JJ: NINE!!! Nightmare rolls to his knees, banging his fist on the mat in pain as Carl rises to re-enter the ring. He gets to the apron and T-Bird comes to her senses, pushing off the ropes for some momentum, she steps up onto Nightmare’s back and hops off, DRIVING A TWO-FOOT DROPKICK INTO CARL’S FACE!!! CM: WHAT a dropsault from T-Bird! Some quick thinking and athletic expertise! Both parties go SAILING out of the ring, compelling Joe Johnson to re-start his ten count. JJ: *sigh* ONE! The cowboy descends on Nightmare, BUT THE PRINCE OF PAIN SHOOTS HIM RIGHT BACK AWAY WITH A HEADBUTT TO THE CHEST!! Cowboy stumbles back a bit and Nightmare gets to his feet, throwing off both straps of his tank top, ROOOOOOAAAAAARRRING with battle rage! CM: It’s on now! Nightmare is PISSED! Get ready to face the wrath that somehow managed to win out over SWAT, TNT! JJ: TWO! THREE! He SLAMS into the cowboy, forcing him backward toward the turnbuckle, where Nightmare proceeds to unload a fusillade of fists, elbows, and palm strikes on the massive opponent. The cowboy seems to be actually getting cut back by the blows, and Nightmare enjoys earning his upper hand in the match. JJ: FOUR!! FIVE!! Meanwhile, on the outside, Carl and T-Bird have regained their footing. Remy backs off from the scene, holding up his hands to appear innocent as T-Bird looks for a way to strike at Carl without putting herself too far into danger. Carl lunges for her with the intent to grapple, but she dodges it and finds her opening, NAILING a Chuck Norris-style roundhouse kick to the milk dud head of Carl Lucas! CM: This is fucking BEAUTIFUL! Nightmare cleaning house on the inside and T-Bird on the outside! JJ: SIX!! Carl staggers and shakes it off, looking rather angry as he grabs T-Bird by the arm and whips her HARD behind him--AND STRAIGHT INTO ORCHID ON THE OUTSIDE!!! JH: And Carl just killed two birds with one stone! CM: I think you’ll find Orchid is a type of flower. JJ: SEVEN!! EIGHT!! JH: I think you’ll find them both tangled on the floor. Nightmare hears the crowd pop in horror and turns to see his partner and his lover in a tangled mess on the outside. Rage fills his eyes and he stalks over to the ropes and outside the ring, resetting Joe’s count once more. JJ: *SIGH* ONE! The cowboy takes a deep, raggedy breath before lurching out of the corner to see what’s become of… well, everyone. Almost sneakily, Carl slides back into the ring while Nightmare checks on his friends, fuming with rage at the people responsible. JJ: TWO! THREE! When he’s sure that T-Bird and Orchid both are all right, he turns right back toward the ring, fire in his eyes. JJ: FOUR!! Skull cowboy quietly ducks under the top rope and stands on the apron, leaving Carl inside to take the wrath. CM: Real brave soldier you got there, Jonathan. JH: Hey, I wouldn’t wanna be alone in the ring with an angry Nightmare, either. Nightmare slides in under the bottom rope and CRASHES into Carl! JJ FIVE!! Both men explode in a small flurry of fists and anger, the match degenerating into a punch-out brawl! JR Bot: RIGHT HANDS!! RIGHT HANDS!! MAH GAWD!! CM: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?!? Nightmare finally scores a STUNNING right hand to Carl’s temple, and the silent giant looks to be on dream street as his eyes flutter! Nightmare snares him up, moving around him into a pump handle slam position! He I-M-P-O-S-S-I-B-L-Y pulls Carl upward and THROWS him right back down, SPIKING HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!! CM: THE CATACLYSMMMM!!! IT’S OOOOVER TNT!!!! Nightmare throws his body over Carl’s to cover!! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] Count the fans! But Joe Johnson is shrugging at Nightmare. CM: WHAT!? You fucking ass napkin! Why are you fucking shrugging!? Are you a fucking ass?! Don’t you know what just happened? You MUST not fucking know what just happened! The Prince of Pain looks up, furious at the no-count, but Joe simply thumbs back toward T-Bird crawling into the ring. Nightmare’s brain cells all seem to start a revolt at once, and his arm twitches as he stands and moves to the apron. T-Bird is, of course, quick to slide in and take the place of Nightmare on top of Carl. Joe actually drops to count this time, since she’s the legal woman and all. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THRE--- NOOOOOOO!!!![/align] Carl throws a shoulder up and the TNT fans go NUTS while the Slam! fans throw beer bottles at them! CM: NO!! NO, DAMMIT!! THAT’S NOT FUCKING FAIR!! T-Bird looks almost pleadingly disbelieving, but she remains true to he goal and turns to the nearest turnbuckle, scaling it quickly. She crouches, getting poised to leap off, when THE SKULL COWBOY GRABS HER BY THE THROAT!! CM: DAMN HIM! DAMN HIM!! JH: The skull cowboy attacking T-Bird from his position on the apron! This man is truly ruthless! Cowboy climbs the turnbuckle from the outside, standing on the second rope, and CHOKESLAMS T-BIRD BACK INTO THE RING!!! Cowboy calmly returns to his place at the other turnbuckle, grabbing the string in an almost mocking effort to seem “legal”. Joe looks at both combatants to see whether or not he needs to make a ten count, but Carl rises to his feet, and groggily staggers toward cowboy to tag him in. CM: Oh this is fucking great. He manhandles T-Bird when he’s not the legal man… what’s gonna happen now? The skull cowboy gladly enters the ring and lurches in T-Bird’s direction, staring down at her as she stirs. Wasting no time, the cowboy plucks her up and forces her in-between his legs. He hesitates, then swings her upward onto his shoulders. T-Bird’s eyes blink to life as the cowboy drops his arm, and she suddenly realizes where she is and the predicament she’s finding herself in when cowboy sends her CRASHING down into the mats!!! JH: BOMMMMMBAMUERTEEE!!! I don’t know HOW T-Bird could kick out of that! He stands back up, washing his boot across her face before placing it between her boobs, forcing all his weight down as Joe Johnson counts. Nightmare, of course, steps between the ropes with anger still brimming past his pupils. [align=center]ONE![/align] Carl sees the Prince of Pain headed in and he, too, steps through the ropes. [align=center]TWO!![/align] Nightmare and Carl COLLIDE in the ring with a stiff double-clothesline that sends both men to the mats!! [align=center]THREE!!! Dingdingdingdingding!!![/align] CC: Your winners and the NEW! FIW Tag-Team Champions… … … CARRRRL LUCAS AND… THE SKULL! COOOOOOWWWWWBOOOOOOOYYYY!!! CM: WHAT!?! This is bullshit! Complete, utter BULLSHIT!! JH: It was a hard-fought battle, but the cowboy and Carl came out on top to bring the gold home to TNT! CM: It isn’t fucking fair! Being that cowboy actually got the pin, Rammstein’s “Te Queiro Puta” begins. Cowboy bends down and whispers in T-Bird’s ear. She makes no motion to receive his word as he moves over to Nightmare, who’s rising to his feet. CM: Oh, Christ. What the hell is he doing now!? JH: The cowboy said he had a message for Nightmare, and he’d hear it one way or another. CM: Yeah, but the poor guy’s on fucking dream street! The cowboy “helps” him up and throws him to the corner, grabbing him by the throat and pushing his face in close to Nightmare’s. The cowboy presumably speaks, because Nightmare appears to listen, but instead of rage, the Prince of Pain’s voice rings out with… laughter!? CM: And now he’s made Nightmare insane? This is just gonna be fucking perfect, a crazy Nightmare. JH: I don’t think he’s insane, Chip. I think he’s… pleased? Something in what the cowboy said was apparently very amusing, but the joy doesn’t last long as cowboy FIRES a fist into Nightmare’s gut, then proceeds to shove his body up over the turnbuckle, locking Nightmare’s knees around the pole and leaving him hanging in a reverse tree of woe. CM: That bastard! You don’t treat Slam! staff like that! Someone get down here and put a stop to this! JH: Compared to what he could have done, Chip, Nightmare should be thanking his lucky stars. The cowboy turns to exit the ring, but spies Carl on his feet. Slowly his head turns to his partner, who is breathing heavy but otherwise ready for a throwdown. Cowboy slowly walks over to Carl and the two stare face-to-skull neither man backing down or relenting. The cowboy leans his face on the side of Carl’s and whispers his message. Carl’s eyes widen a bit, but his expression soften’s back to normal as the cowboy steps away and nods at him. Orchid and Flame help Nightmare down from the turnbuckle, and we fade back to the announce table as the cowboy’s music plays. The cameras cut backstage to find April Lynn stood in front of a monitor as the Tag Team Championship match comes to a close. She has a big smile on her face as she claps her hands together excitedly. April: Yes! Way to go, Carl! Her excitement quickly shifts to apprehension as she realizes the close of that match is just leading into what she’s been waiting all night for. She picks her duster up off a nearby equipment truck, slipping it on before taking a deep breath as she does some last minute warm-ups. April: Okay. It’s now or never. Time to end this. She takes one more deep breath as she grabs her Cruiserweight Championship off the equipment trunk and heads off towards the gorilla position. JH: Well this is going to be one hell of an interesting match, as Remy Barteaux and April Lynn finally go one on one in the ring. TM: As opposed to in the bedroom. JH: Have you been taking any notice lately? I doubt there’s been any of that between these two. “Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears before the entrance, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance… [align=center]“Coming around my senses torn Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed As long as you see it as long as you know As long as you fake it nobody knows”[/align] Behind him emerges a much smaller shadow then he’s used to, this one belonging to the slimy limy known only as Riggs. He straightens his suit, smiling smugly as he glances around the arena, before giving Remy an encouraging pat on the shoulder which garners an evil glare from the enraged Cajun. Remy picks up his feet and marches his way toward the ring, with Riggs sloping along behind him. JH: With Riggs acting as Stefan’s eyes and ears here at Anarchy, Remy really has no choice but to go all out here. TM: Good. You think April’s gonna be going easy? JH: Well no. [align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] Remy rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring as Riggs takes up a suitable position at ringside to watch tonight’s proceedings. Remy gives him another evil glare as he rises to his feet, and turns to face the entrance as he awaits April’s entrance. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following, non title grudge match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 225lbs, REMY BARTEAUUUUUUUUUX!!! 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 glare down at Remy, her glance drifting momentarily to Riggs at ringside, before making her way towards the ring. JH: She certainly looks determined tonight. TM: If Remy does decide to hold back ‘cos of his squishy feelings for her, then he’s gonna get his Cajun ass kicked. She makes her way up the ring steps, walking along the apron and 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 to 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 as she stares across the ring into the eyes of her opponent. JH: So much tension here. MA: Sexual. JH: Not what I meant. TM: Yeah it was. MA: And his opponent, from Aurora, Ohio, she is the FIW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIOOOOON, APRIIIIIIL, LYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYNN!!! As the music dims, both parties warm themselves up in their respective corners, their eyes never leaving each other, not even to glance over at Riggs as he stares up at them from ringside with a sadistic little smile plastered on his British mug. Richard Kelly explains the rules, and both nod their silent understanding in reply. He steps back, and calls for the bell. DING, DING! JH: Here we go. Both step forward into the centre of the ring, eyes locked, Remy looking down from almost a foot above April as they step within feet of each other. They come to a stop, silently standing there, looking at each other with determined faces…before April reels off a STIFF slap across Remy’s cheek! TM: Oooh, kitten’s got claws. JH: Oh hush. The crowd “oooh” along with Thomas as Remy’s head is snapped to the side. He licks his top lip as he brings it back round to face her, and she SLAPS it again! His anger simmers, noticeable but not acted upon as once more he has to turn his head back to face her. Once more she raises her flattened palm, but this time he catches it before it can strike his cheek. He holds it, his arm shaking as she fights against it, her determination firing up behind those light blue eyes. Her brow furrows, and she fires a boot into his gut! TM: See? Hesitation’s gonna cost him this match, and possibly the use of his legs. She wastes no time in grabbing a handful of his dirty blonde locks and pulling his head down as she rams her knee up into his pretty face (far prettier then Dade Vaughn’s anyway). He bolts upright, his hand instinctively shooting to his nose to check for blood. His other hand as been snatched up by the Cruiserweight champion as she whips him across the ring -- no! He manages to reverse the move, sending April into the ropes as he awaits her return in ring centre. But as she rebounds she leaps up onto his shoulders and fires another STIFF slap across his chops, followed by a HARD backhand as she brings her hand back across his face. He staggers from the shots, and is dragged down into the canvas with a beautifully executed Hurricanrana! JH: First blood goes to April, so to speak. TM: He’s gotta get his head in the game. Check it out, Riggs ain’t too happy. Indeed he is not. The Brit bangs his fist on the apron in a vein attempt to spur his charge on, but Remy seems intent on ignoring him as he pulls himself up to a knee. Not that he actually has a chance to respond to him, as April comes hurtling toward him, leaping into the air and driving the soles of her wrestling boots into his face! JH: She’s not letting up, and really, can you blame her? Remy’s head snaps to the canvas and April rolls to the side. She pulls herself to her knees and glances down at the stirring Cajun, hesitating for the briefest of moments as her eyes fall upon his crumpled state. Her hesitation ends, and the game face returns as she pulls herself up to her feet. JH: A moment of hesitation there from April. Maybe this won’t be so one sided after all. She moves in on the Cajun and hooks him under the arms, using all her strength to drag him back to verticality. But as he reaches his feet he springs to life and hooks up her arm, spinning her over him and tossing her across the ring with an Arm Drag! She slides to a stop by the ropes and is quickly back to her feet, her brow furrowed in frustration. She charges back in but is met once again by an Arm Drag that sees her thrown to the opposite side of the ring. TM: Arm drags? Oh come on man, you got far more damaging moves in your arsenal that that. Freakin’ arm drags. April rolls to a knee and glances back at the Cajun, choosing not to rush back in this time lest she be tossed back to where she started. Instead she stands slowly, and the two begin to circle each other like two predators sizing the other up, their eyes never breaking contact. They make it halfway round the ring when April is suddenly tripped from ringside by the unscrupulous Riggs! She falters forward but manages to catch herself before she falls, and shoots round to confront the ringside menace…only for Remy to dart in from behind and roll her into a schoolboy! [align=center]One! Two!! -- Kickout![/align] April easily pushes herself out of the pin and both parties roll to opposite sides of the ring. TM: Jeeze, it’s like he isn’t even trying. Arm drags followed by a schoolboy? This is the basics. JH: He’s not trying, not really. I think he just wants to end this as soon as possible with the minimum of harm to April. TM: Well that’s not good Tv. Both April and Remy pull themselves to their feet, once again glaring across the ring at each other, April seeming more pissed then the Cajun as it becomes apparent that Barteaux isn’t playing for keeps. April, however, is, and so charges in as her opponent is still straightening himself and throws an arm in a clothesline attempt, but the former FSC ducks and sends her sailing into the ropes behind him. She rebounds, once more looking for the lariat and once more being palmed off toward the ropes, only this time she uses her momentum to springboard up onto the second cable and leap off, spinning back round to Remy and hooking him into a front chancery! She swings him around, and plants him head first into the canvas! JH: TORNADO DEE DEE TEE!! Remy might not be taking it to April, but she’s sure as hell taking it to him. Remy’s head crashes into the canvas and April quickly rolls away and back to her feet. The Cajun rolls onto his back, staring dazed up at the black as the Cruiserweight champion moves around to his side, kicks her leg up into the air and brings it crashing down over her opponent’s throat! JH: SPLIT DECISIOOOON!!!! TM: Damn I love that move. Remy coughs and splutters as his throat is caved in by April’s lower leg, but she keeps right on him as she takes to her feet and brings him up with her. She takes him by the wrist and whips him off into a far corner, but the Cajun has enough wherewithal to reverse the move and send April in his place -- but takes it in her stride as she quickly ascends the turnbuckle and Moonsaults off the top, right onto a standing Remy! Both crumple to the canvas and April hooks up his leg! [align=center]One! Two!! Th -- NO!!![/align] Remy manages to kick out and scramble out from under his oppressor as she rolls off to regroup. TM: He’s going to have to pull his head out of his ass if he wants to win this. JH: Riggs doesn’t look best pleased. Indeed he doesn’t. Stefan’s eyes and ears begins to pound the canvas, shouting at Remy to get up and kick her arse. This displeases the Cajun, who shoots the Brit an icy glare, but is would seem to displease April more so as she takes to the far ropes, rebounds off and comes sliding back across the ring with a baseball slide of a Dropkick that knocks Riggs off his feet and back into the audience barricade! JH: Yes! Nice one April! TM: The indignity, doing that to poor old Riggs in front of his home town fans. JH: His “fans” seem to have enjoyed it. The crowd cheer on April’s slight bit of revenge as Riggs tries to pull himself up and dust himself off, looking thoroughly annoyed and humiliated by the whole thing. April can’t help but grin, but it causes her to take her eye off the Barteaux for just a few seconds too long, and as she turns she turns right into the Ragin’ Cajun himself. Right into his arms, in fact right into a… JH: SEXY AWESOME SUPLEXUUUUGHHHHH!!! TM: Finally. April crashes into the canvas and Remy rolls up to his knee, and pauses. TM: Well don’t just sit there looking at her, freakin’ do something! He does nothing though, except looking and thinking about what exactly he should do. TM: Cover her, hit her with another move, cop a feel, do something! He hesitates, frozen in position until he sees her start to move once more. Her eyes flicker open and she points them back towards Remy, and as she lays there on the canvas, looking back into his hesitant eyes that seem to glimmer with a hint of regret for his actions, she can’t help but…throw a leg up and kick him in the head! He rolls back, knocked off guard by the errant boot as April scrambles onto her front and begins to pull herself back to her feet. TM: Idiot, you totally had her there. Riggs is fuming at Remy’s hesitation, and is once again banging his fists on the ring apron, yelling a mixture of abuse and orders at the confused young Cajun as he pulls himself to his feet. Eventually Remy snaps, turning and yelling back at the Brit to get off his back, but the momentary lapse in concentration allows April to re-compose herself. She shuffles quickly back to her feet and rushes in towards Remy’s back. She grabs him by the head, kicks her feet up onto the top rope and pushes off, spinning him face first into the canvas with the… JH: AURORA BOREALISAAAAAGHHHHH!!! Remy’s face is splattered into the mat and April rolls to the side, taking a few moments to catch her breath as Riggs throws his arms up in despair at ringside. JH: I’m not convinced Riggs is much of a benefit to Remy out here, so far he seems to have caused more of a distraction. TM: Doesn’t matter who’s at ringside, Remy just can’t keep his mind on the game here. April takes to her feet and Remy isn’t too far behind, though he’s suffering the effects of being bulldogged into the canvas covered wood. As he rises, April sprints off the ropes and barrels back toward him, grabbing him by his shabby locks while he’s still hunched over and spinning him 180 degrees back into the canvas with one hell of a… JH: POWERFUL FACEBUSTAAAAAHHHHH!!! Once again, Remy’s prettier-then-Marster’s face is ploughed into the white, and April is sensing victory within her grasp. As he reels on the canvas she stands, sneering at Riggs who fires back with some unheard insult, but she pays it no mind as she turns back to Remy. A far away look dawns on her face as she glances down at his slowly twitching form, his hand instinctively cupping his face after two straight shots to his nose. She hesitates, and there’s almost a glint of pity in her baby blues. TM: Oh don’t you start. Can we please just get some wrestling done here without everyone getting all emo over it? April shakes away the thoughts as Remy begins to push himself up. Her face reverts to it’s previously adamant expression as she fills with resolve, and heads for the turnbuckles. She begins to climb, looking back over her shoulder to see how Remy’s getting along. He’s manages to push himself up to a knee now, but is still groggy and checking his nose for possible blood loss, and so April continues, higher and higher until she finds herself perched on the very top buckle. JH: Well it’s the right time of year it. As Remy takes to his feet, still shaking away the dizzies, Richard Kelly moves in briefly to check on him. April shows a little less compassion for his well being as she prepares to leap forth and take him down with some very seasonal April Showers -- but Riggs has other plans as he hops onto the apron and grabs a hold of her leg! TM: HA! And you doubted his usefulness at ringside. April tries to shake him off, but he’s holding that leg like it’s made of solid gold and she can’t seem to knock him loose before Remy notices what’s going on. He pushes past Kelly and makes a bee-line for April -- no, for Riggs! He charges him with a forearm and knocks the slimy limy back down to the oh so un-protective mats at ringside! TM: What, are you doing you moron!? JH: He reacted on gut instinct. TM: Are you…are you smiling? Stop smiling like it’s all sweet and cute, this is a frickin’ wrestling match here! Remy backs off and shifts his gaze from Riggs to April, and their eyes meet in awkward fashion. April still perched high on the top rope, Remy planted firmly on the canvas, neither knowing quite what to do next. JH: Do you think she regrets offering this challenge in the first place? TM: I do, that’s for sure. She could have been defending her title at this pay per view, against an opponent with the balls to fight back. The two stare into each other’s eyes for several moments, before once again April’s face shifts into serious mode and she leaps forth, wrapping Barteaux’s head into a chancery and driving him down with a DDT -- NO! Remy spins her around and shoves her off! She flies back across the ring and CRASHES into Richard Kelly, sending him spiralling to the canvas! April manages to recover though and charges back into the Cajun, but scoops her up, spins her once more and drives her into the mat with the… JH: JAMBALAYA DRIVUUUUUUGHHHH!!! TM: Oh sure, start to play for keeps when the ref’s down, nice one. April bounces of the canvas and rolls toward the ropes, clutching her head in pain as Remy takes to a knee and notices the downed referee. He looks from Kelly to April, from April to Kelly, and then from Kelly to Riggs who proceeds to shout at him from ringside. Remy spins his head to see his British accomplish with one arm wrapped around his aching head, and the other sliding a steel chair under the bottom rope. JH: Oh come, does he really expect Remy to use that? Remy casts his gaze over the object as Riggs barks his orders, pointing from the steel to April and making his orders crystal clear to everyone in the arena. Remy hesitates, as he has done so for so much of this match, and scoops the chair up as he takes to his feet. TM: Oooh, finally a bit of action. Remy stands, looking down at April still on the canvas as she backs herself into the ropes. Their eyes meet again, but this time April’s blue orbs are filled with steely resolution. No fear, no doubt, just a straight glare that forces him to decide once and for all. Remy raises the chair about his head…and BRINGS IT DOWN ON APRIL’S HEAD!!! TM: I CAN’T BELIEVE HE JUST DID THAT!!! Probably because he didn’t. TM: Oh. Remy doesn’t strike April with the chair, instead he tosses it back down to the canvas to much joy and adulation from the crowd, and much chagrin from Riggs. Remy turns, kicking the bottom cable and frightening Riggs into hopping backwards, but the Cajun carries on walking and leaves the Brit be. He reaches over the ropes and calls for a mic. TM: Now what!? Michael hands him a microphone and he turns back to the centre of the ring, April looking up at him in puzzlement, Riggs glaring at him in anger as he shouts at him to get on with it. Remy brings the mic to his lips… Remy: Dhis match is over, it’s a draw. He moves to walk on but Riggs scrambles onto the apron and demands to know what the hell he thinks he’s doing, though without a mic it’s hard to make him out. Remy hears him though. Remy: What am Ah doing? You wanna know what Ah’m doing!? Ah don’t know. Ah ain’t got a clue what Ah’m doing anymore. Ah tell you what Ah ain’t doing though, Ah ain’t listening to anymore of you bullshit! A HUGE pop from the crowd as Remy tells off his unwanted stalker of the past few months. Riggs seems less impressed though. Remy: Everywhere Ah turn Ah see you dhere, shadowing me, reminding me, always in mah ear like some pesky little gnat. Mr. Wallace says dhis, Mr. Wallace says of dhat. Well you know what Ah say, Riggs? He doesn’t, but he’s angrily asking for Remy to inform him. Remy: Ah say FUCK Mr. Wallace! The crowd are going crazy nuts, Riggs on the other hand hides his shock and anger behind a smug smirk, shaking his head like a disappointed mother. Remy: Ah’ve had enough o’ being told what to do, how to act, who Ah can and can’t socialize wit’. Ah gotta always be winning dha belts and bringing in dha revenue so Stefan can afford anot’er ivory ass scratcher. Ah gotta put up with some slimy little rat dogging me at every turn, passing on messages and reminders, reminding me to distance mahself from the woman Ah love or Stefan’ll send dha boys in. well you know what? Send ’em in. Send in dha boys, send in the dha girls, send in the mother fucking clowns! Ah’ll whip every last one of ’em dhey even try an’ lay a hand on her. April can’t help but smile as she pulls herself to her feet with an assist from the ropes, her eyes glued on Remy as his are trained spitefully on Riggs. Remy: Ah got a message you can deliver, Riggs, it’s all simple like so you should have no trouble remembering it. It’s two words…AH…QUIT! The noise from the crowd is deafening as they cheer on Remy’s words. April smiles on, fighting an even bigger smile that threatens to tear it’s way through at any given moment. Riggs stands there, staring, trying to hide his own boiling anger under a veil of smug coolness as Remy rants on. The Cajun backs up as the crowd noise dies down and allows him to speak once more. Remy: Now Ah want you to get dhis straight Riggs. Dhat’s “Ah quit!” with an exclamation point, not a period, and just to help you remember dhat… With a sudden and violent surge, Remy’s boot flies up and cracks Riggs right in the jaw! JH: MOOOOOOOB HITAAAGHHHHH!!! Riggs is sent flying off the apron and crashes in the ground below, instantly knocked unconscious as his body flops onto the (un)protective ringside mats. His point made, Remy turns his attention to April, who tries to hold back the obvious smile and air of anticipation on her part. The crowd falls hush as he brings the mic to his mouth. Remy: Ah’m sorry. And then feedback cuts through the speakers as he drops the mic to the floor. He moves past April, stepping through the ropes and dropping down to the aisle before making his way toward the back. April is unsure of what to do. She looks around at the broken form of Riggs, then up the aisle as Remy walks off. She takes a moment to process everything that’s just happened, and then hops out of the ring herself. The crowd are buzzing and cheering with anticipation, and the excitement leads Remy to wonder what’s going on behind his back. He spins round, just as April reaches him and claps her hands onto his face, dragging him into a deadly lip lock! And the crowd goes wild. JH: Well it’s about bloody time! TM: This seems awfully familiar. JH: Quite you! Don’t spoil the moment. The two share a passionate embrace, breaking the hold as Remy’s music blares through the speakers. They share a few unheard words, unheard under the din of the crowd, but the smiles on their faces say it all. It’s kinda sickening really. The two turn and head off toward backstage, hand in hand of course, leaving a slowly coming round Riggs to be removed from ringside by a bunch of ring monkeys. JH: Well, what an interesting end to this match. But what does the future hold for Remy and April now that the Cajun has severed all ties with Stefan? TM: You don’t quit from a guy like Stefan, you leave when he says it’s time for you to leave. Remy’s just put himself and April in far more danger then they ever were before. |
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KR: Now it is time for the debut of Orion Oldriod's 'Fountain of the Oracle' interview segment. CM: This should be the greatest thing ever! KR: Orion welcomes a new member of the Slam! roster tonight... In the ring, workers have set up a porcelain fountain in the middle of the ring with two wooden stools next to it and a microphone on each chair. Sirens begin to wail in the arena and words begin to appear on the Slam!Tron… [align=center]RESPECT THE LAW AND ORDER ![]() YOU’LL SERVE HARD TIMES[/align] [align=center]ORION ORION ORION[/align] The fans jeer as 'Orion' by July of Kings begins to play. 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod emerges from the entrance wearing his black Armani suit and a royal blue power tie. He stands in the centre of the opening, looking out at the capacity crowd before looking at the solid gold Rolex watch around his wrist and placing his hands on his hips leading to a subtle smirk on Orion's face. [align=center]ORION ORION ORION[/align] ’The Oracle’ heads towards the ring, ignoring the fans as he does. Orion walks around ringside to the steel steps. Oldriod walks up the steps and enters into the ring. 'The Oracle' walks across to the opposite side of the squared circle where he stands in the centre of the ring, raising his arms in the air and gold coloured fireworks shoot up from all four corners! The pyro dies down, the music fades out and the lights return to normal as Charles Cruz prepares to make his announcement. CC: Please welcome to Anachy in the UK...'THE ORACLE' ORION OLDRIOD! Orion picks up a microphone off his stool and pulls out a set of cards from his jacket pocket. The fans are still jeering as Orion motions for them to quieten down. Orion: Tonight I debut the 'Fountain of the Oracle', the newest and most revolutionary interview segment that you have ever seen! But hey, we all know how great I am. Over the years I've told you and then I've got in this ring to prove that I am exactly what I say I am, the best in the world professional wrestler today. So it's only fair that some of the other Slam! wrestlers come out here every week and get the rub off 'The Oracle'. KR: Former World Champion, former Extreme Chaos and most recently, Tag Team Champion. DV: Oldriod has had a lot of success, as much as I hate to say it he talks a good game and he fights a good game. Oldriod holds the cards out in front of him and squints as he reads... CM: Orion even has some prepared statements for this newcomer, he must be good. KR: All we know is that his name is Jay Benson... Orion: This wrestling legend in the ranks of Sports Entertainment is making his Slam! debut tonight and has only spent a year in the sport itself. Over the course of that year this charasmatic superstar boasted a won-loss record that set new standards in the entire world of professional wrestling. Unfortunately, seeking more competition of his own calibre, this natural athlete came from my home the United States and Chicago Illinois more specifically to the Frontier Wrestling Alliance here in the UK. The 'UK' gets a big cheer from the Anarchy crowd in attendance. Orion continues as the pop dies down. Orion: And after suffering a massive shoulder injury, an injury that may have kept a normal man out of action for a number of years. As it happens, his shoulder setback has kept him out of action for only the last month. This surefire future cornerstone of Full Intensity Wrestling, with his career on the line he fought back with resiliance dreaming of his enormous debut here tonight. Therefore without further ado allow me to introduce to you...currently the coach of a Pasadena Chargers, the MAN, the MYTH...The PEN-ultimate Warrior! Orion appears confused but he shugs as 'Unstable', the Ultimate Warrior's old theme blares out from the speakers and a video of Jay Benson highlights begins! KR: I've just been informed in my headset that the Pasadena Chargers are an elementary school football team so it's not as if he came from the NFL or something. DV: Well don't hold that against him! CM: Orion's had a video made of this guy too! DV: But look at it! This guy is getting his ass kicked in every clip! The 'Penultimate' Warrior, hardly over 200 pounds soaking wet is dressed in classic Warrior attire - white boots, blue kneepads, white trunks with an american flag on the ass and a leather jacket emerges from the entrance! He's got the facepaint on, he's got straggly dirty blond hair! The 'Penultimate' Warrior spends a few moments pumping the crowd up before he jogs down to the ring! KR: He ain't running folks, he's jogging! DV: I've seen more muscles on a fly! CM: This guy is short and has hardly any muscle definition, he's not worthy to be interviewed by Orion. Orion's 'Fountain of the Oracle' guest scrambles up onto the apron. He shakes the ropes a few times, almost falling off the apron in the process before he clambers into the ring. 'Penultimate' Warrior shakes the ropes and runs around the 'Fountain' set with his arms in the air! Orion walks up to him and tries to calm him down. Orion: Jay, Jay...cool it son! Warrior: It's not Jay...it's the PEN-ULTIMATE WARRRIIIOOORRRR! Orion: All right, Pen-ultimate Warrior it is. Now I'm glad you didn't come out here wearing a baseball cap, since we don't have any picture frames out here. A few of the crowd get it, not many though. It seems like the UK missed In Your House 2. Orion: But in all seriousness, we're delighted to have you out here and you've recently signed a Slam! contract. What is it that you will bring to the table? Before the 'Penultimate' Warrior can reply, thunder and lightning strike around the arena. Both Orion and Warrior look around as a storm is brewing in the MEN Arena. [align=center] ![]() ![]() [/align]KR: What the hell is this?! CM: I don't know! What is that sound? "Ride Of The Valkyres" hits the PA system and a HUGE man wearing a mask emerges from the PPV entrance. DV: My God, look at the size of him! He must be 7 feet tall and around the 350 pound mark! KR: Talk about a night for debuts! This monster of a man is carrying a table wrapped in barbwire and he raises his free arm into the air. This Behemoth then walks towards the ring, the eyes through his mask trained on the ring. He stops at ringside only to set the table up. He then steps up onto the apron and steps over the top rope into the ring. Orion: Hey! Now I don't know who you are and I couldn't really care less but... The Behemoth turns his head sharply towards Oldriod and grabs his arm. He holds it and the microphone in Orion's hand up to where his mouth would be behind the mask as he towers over the former World Champion. ???: My name is Harley Manson. KR: Manson? Did he say Manson? DV: As in Jack Manson? KR: Be a hell of a coincidence if it's not. Harley: Seems to me like you're not the only man who's just signed a Slam! contract and for that you can thank my brother, the man who later tonight will retain his World Championship. CM: Guess that answers your question. Harley: I thought it only fair that I come out here and introduce myself in person... With that said, Harley knocks Orion aside as he plants a fist through the 'Penultimate' Warrior's face! Young Jay Benson in the attire of the Ultimate Warrior staggers across the ring into the porcelain fountain. Harley Manson grabs his head and rams it into the top of the fountain. Manson then knocks him down with a tremendous headbutt. Harley drives one, then two, three elbows down in succession right across the face of the young 'Penultimate' Warrior. Orion Oldriod considers getting back into the ring to help out the kid but then declines. CM: Smart move Orion. KR: This an all-out assault! DV: First night on the job and he's looking mighty impressive already! As Oldriod leaves the ringside area, Warrior is dragged up to his feet and then jerked into the ropes. He comes off at speed into the arms of Manson...devastating POWERSLAM! Manson isn't finished as he again drags him back up to his feet. Harley slams a knee in, doubling him over and he applies a gutwrench...POWERBOMB! KR: Two huge moves in succession! Harley looks down at the beaten 'Penultimate' Warrior and then looks out at the fans, who are giving him somewhat of a mixed reaction. Some are impressed with his punishing offence displayed and others aren't happy he's concentrated his assault on the young kid. Harley steps backwards and then steps over the top rope. He drops down at ringside but then slides back in! DV: Still not done... Harley picks up Warrior by his head and throws him into the ropes. The kid rebounds back INTO A MONSTROUS RUNNING BIG BOOT! The 'Penultimate Warrior' has been left laying, a twisted mess on the mat and the camera focuses in on blood coming out of his ear. Two referees coming running down as Harley Manson leaves the ring once again. This time he heads to the back as Jay Benson is helped out of the ring. CM: Well, that's one way to make a debut. DV: Concussion City if you ask me. Once again tonight the camera finds it backstage and finds Onikage and JJ in front of it. The duo is walking down the hall way, several locker room doors pass by of various FIW wrestlers, mostly strangely enough Slam wrestlers. Suddenly they stop in front of a certain door and both look at the name plate. The camera zooms in revealing it to read "Xtreme Kitten". JJ looks over from the name plate to Onikage. JJ: You sure you want to do this sensei? Onikage: Yes, however you will stay out here. Taking a step back JJ looks utterly shocked at this news, and maybe a bit disappointed. JJ: What?! But how come sensei?! Onikage: It is some thing he and I must discuss alone. Before JJ can argue the point Onikage pushes open the locker room door, walking into the locker room with the camera man not far behind him. Xtreme Kitten is shown against the bare wall stretching against the wall, he turns as he hears the door and glares at the intruder. XK: Just when I thought I had my locker room back to myself you make your return, once again stealing my space. You’re lucky I don’t throw you, I don’t know if I could stand seeing whathisname lose all faith in his, ha, mentor. Onikage seems rather un-phased by these words considering they are coming from his former ally, and former best friend. He walks deeper into the locker room, his eyes wandering over the surroundings near XK but never allowing him to leave his sight completely. Onikage: I see you are as friendly and welcoming as you ever were, Kitten or perhaps I should call you by your proper name again. Maybe some of them have forgotten it already, do you think they have? Also I don't think he would lose his faith in watching a traitor try to lift me up to throw me out, a traitor who is so directionless he is wandering aimlessly through the roster. To such a degree he is having fights with women, and yes, I include Toan in that. The masked man's eyes wander over to the International Championship, they say on the belt for a few moments before returning to looking around. Onikage: Ironic that you decided to win the championship that the sole reason I won was to aid the both of us. That is perhaps the one thing that shows any sign of direction since you've betrayed me. And shows true colors, which aren't very pretty I might add, Kitten. Xtreme Kitten keeps his eyes looked on Onikage, he blinks on eye at a time to make sure he doesn’t lose sight of him. XK: Aid us? It was the Onikage show as I remember it; you were the one getting the benefit while I was doing the work, but why would that be different then the rest of the time right? You claimed it was to clean up Slam! but it was really about getting you to the top, Nightmare did the same thing. Now it’s my turn and I am making Slam! better. Xtreme Kitten moves over to his championship belt, he picks it up and slings it over his shoulder. XK: By being the best champion on Slam! I am making things better. You on the other hand have given up your making the other show worse, your fighting in some sideshow attraction excuse for a match against, ah um uh, against someone. Onikage's eyes flicker with a sense of anger as he speaks the name. Onikage: James O'Brien. Yes, I am not happy with the choice of match but it was James' choice to make. If he feels confident in those settings and comfortable with those weapons by his side, then let him be. It shall only make his defeat that more crushing to his over inflated ego when I snap his neck like a twig with one of my submissions. Though I must applaud you Kitten, truly, you amaze even me. In an almost hard to tell whether he is mockingly doing it or not Onikage claps for Xtreme Kitten slowly. The Straight Edge Savior's lips curling into a smile as he looks over at the man who once could've been called a mentor of sorts to Onikage. Onikage: Yes, applaud the fact that you have a selective memory when it comes to the past. My goal was to get us the tag titles and for me to get the International Championship, so it had a worthy owner. But you were always going to be the one who would take the World Championship. Since day one my goal had been to make you our crown jewel. That way all the championships that had importance, all of them since the Extreme Chaos does not count, would have worthy owners once more. Onikage clasps his hands together as they hang in front of him. Onikage: With us holding all the cards no longer would've Slam been a place to be infested by scum like Jack Manson or Matthew. Hutch would have no place in our vision either; a cheater like him would be exiled. But I came to the realization that we could only go so far, that the Slam Management would always be there to stop us and that it was not worth it. For every good thing we did for that brand, its ungrateful fans hated us even more. For every bit of class we brought to it they tried to pray for our deaths at the hands of one of their hardcore gods. So rather than try to fight an up hill battle I devised a new plan, to take us to a brand where we would get what we deserved. Where you would get what you deserved. Tilting his head back slightly Onikage cracks his neck; he takes a few steps to the side. Onikage: However you in the end betrayed me and the plan went differently but still effective. You showed me seven months ago what you truly were, that the gospels you tried to feed me were lies in your heart. That unlike me, you didn't believe in our mission and that you were just in it for the glory. This has become even more apparent with you taking that title for your own. But your stupidity seems to know no bounds as you not only compare me to that idiot of a Super Hero but you compare yourself to him too. XK: Firstly, where was I when this plan came into your head huh? Was I consulted? No, you decided it for yourself, you are the traitor, and you gave up not me. As for things turning out fine for you, I don’t think so, a weapons match? Hardly fitting of the person I knew. Xtreme Kitten sits down on the couch in the room, still not taking his eyes off Onikage. XK: But your right it is what you deserve to be cast back down to where you belong, you couldn’t handle it at the level we were at, you cracked, so what we were going to be held back duh that happens when you try to tear down and rebuild something people try to stop you. They have been trying from day one with me, I’m still going and I’m better then you for it. Kitten then mocks the sXe pose. Onikage: Cast down? Hardly what I would call destroying some thing that would be considered a future legend by this foolish company more than likely. He will fall at my hands and my hands alone, not by the means of weapons or barbed wire. James is hoping that it'll be too tempting and it just goes to show how little he really understands about me. Not only will I be able to rid this company of James but I can take out another prime example of a hack. One who ran wild on the independent scene and now is trying to filter his way into FIW. I believe he even had a match for your brand recently, so he is not only my problem. But a problem that I will if need be, alone, deal with. Onikage leans against the locker room wall and stares over at Xtreme Kitten. Onikage: But the same I can't say for you, having a match against a hack and a woman hack. You have to unify two titles that one should not even exist and only does due to Slam Management's stupidity, which seems to know no bounds. If one were to say which one of us has lowered his standards, it is you. The man I knew would never have lowered himself to actually facing Toan in what he would consider a match. XK: Unfortunately I have to agree with you, Toan’s championship shouldn’t exist but I didn’t lower myself to facing Toan, the C.E.O. threw him up to facing me. I am forced to show everyone that those two don’t belong in wrestling. It is I that gets to take down two hacks; you’re playing in their sandbox. Xtreme Kitten raises and eyebrow. XK: Did you say one was on Slam!? Who? What is happening? A chuckle seeps out of Onikage's mouth and he shakes his head slightly. Onikage: And as always you have your head in that sand, unaware of any thing around you that doesn't immediately concern you. He has gone by Some Kind of Monster; it would appear he got a try out match for Slam before aiding his friend James. When I tried to confirm which brand he was on, the Management wouldn't tell me either way. Though it would seem Slam is gave him a try out match and are looking to bring him aboard, and the only reason he is currently on TNT is due to it being a favor to James. The Straight Edge Savior smirks a little big, showing off a rather demented expression. Onikage: So it would seem things haven't changed, I'm still cleaning up a problem for Slam in that hack too. Oh and in case you didn't know as I'm sure this'll make you even more pleased to know he's been contacted by Slam, he's from that Texas promotion, NGIW. XK: What now? N.R.G.W? Before Onikage takes breath to explain, Kitten chimes in again. XK: So you’re telling me you are facing this Monster guy and some guy named James in a hardcore contest of some kind, even though they are a team? Raising an eyebrow Onikage can't seem to believe what Xtreme Kitten just said. Onikage: Yes, I am facing both of them Kitten as generally this is what you do in a tag team match. I wouldn't have thought it had been that long that you'd forget how one of those works. Monster seems Slam bound but James chooses him for his partner in this contest you see. Xtreme Kitten keeps his eyebrow raised to save time. XK: Chose? Onikage: Yes, James decided we could choose our partners for this tag team match to settle this. He chooses to no surprise when you think about how hacks like him thinks the biggest hack he could find, to tag with him. Xtreme Kitten nods. XK: Makes sense, something to hide behind. Who you find for a partner? I beat there are lining up to tag with you thanks to your winning personality. Kitten's statement has a distinct tone of sarcasm to it. Onikage mockingly smiles pleasantly at his former Ordinary team mate. Onikage: Currently I've not decided to whom will tag with me in this match. However I have gotten a few offers from a few people, but I would need to choose wisely base upon strategy. My goal is for some one to out wrestle the Monster which should be easy, since all it knows how to do is throw people and use weapons. While they have it subdued I force James into an actual wrestling match and show just like the last two times why he is inferior to me, and make him submit. Xtreme Kitten smile almost laughing. XK: I bet all the offers were from people like GG out there. From behind the door he yells out. JJ: It's JJ, TRAITOR! Onikage: He was one of the ones to make the offer, though I'd rather not reveal who else offered. Though I must wonder why you are so interested in this matter, for a man who seems to want nothing to do with me and until now wouldn't even utter my name. Xtreme Kitten sits back. XK: The thought of beating four people and completely showing you up at this event: where it all started and where my hard work put us in the F.I.W. history books is very tempting. Onikage: The Ordinary?....Back for one night?...Interesting... Onikage's smirk widens slightly as he looks over at Kitten. Onikage: Though I'd hate to embarrass you by showing just how much I've improved where you've stayed at the same lowly level. But it might just be after all...for our own good.... The two ex-Ordinary members look across the locker room from one another as the camera cuts back to ringside... KR: We now have an exciting match-up, and one that has built up for the past two months on Slam!. DV: These three superstars have gone at it signally on several occasions, most notably the big match between two of these men at Déjà Vu last month, but now tables have turned, the stakes are different, and a new champion will be crowned. CM: We are about to witness first hand history in the making of Full Intensity Wrestling, we are seeing the Extreme Chaos Championship and the Tactical Assault Championship unification match, to form the Tactical Chaos Championship! KR: And look who is here tonight, to watch the unification match, four Slam! ECC legends! The camera changes to four front row seats, where Elrick, Evan McKinley, Martyn Maivia, and the first ever ECC Xavier are standing cheering for the upcoming match. DV: Great to see veterans who aren’t with us every week anymore come back to show some support to their brand, great to see them. KR: Now, let’s send it down to Charles Cruz for the opening announcements. Charles Cruz: This following match is scheduled for one fall, and is the unification match of the Extreme Chaos Championship and the Tactical Assault Championship to form the NEW Tactical Chaos Championship. This match is also to be fought under the current TAC Situplations and Rules. Charles Cruz raises the new TCC title high in the air for all to see as the crowd go nuts, and the rules come on the screen in the MEN Arena as well as your televisions at home.
Charles Cruz: Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in this morning at two hundred forty-five pounds, from Bombay, India, and accompanied by “Crazy Sam… The lights in the arena suddenly change to a mix of gold and red, as the sound of a helicopter goes overhead. The crowd, reconising this, erupt into cheers. The tron starts to show highlights from the career of Maj Tahal. The build-up guitars of the song "Morning Glory" starts to blast over the P.A. system. As the guitars build-up, the atmosphere gets more excited, as suddenly out from the curtain walks Maj Tahal himself. He suddenly reaches his arms out in a taunt, as an explosion of gold either side of him appears, at just the time the song picks up. The crowd cheer even more, as maj suddenly looks out and grins. He starts to walk down the ramp, as Crazy Sam comes out following holding his "CUNT" foam gun. Charles Cruz: MAJ “PANTHERA” TAHAL!!! Maj slaps hands on his way down to the ring with out stretched arms of the audience. Maj finally gets to the ring. He slides into it, and walks over to the far corner, where he climbs the far turnbuckle. He looks out to the audience and grins, causing a torrent of camera flashes to drown him. He stands there in his own glory, absorbing the energy, until he suddenly takes off his jacket on the turnbuckle, and throws it out to a member of the audience in the front row. The ecstatic member of the crowd jumps up and down after catching it, while Maj grins and climbs down. He then warms himself up in the ring, waiting for the match to commence. KR: Maj, defeated our Extreme Chaos Champion, one-on-one two months ago in the very brutal Jahannum match. DV: What will Maj Tahal’s weapon be for this match? Maj goes to the side of the ring and is handed a lead pipe from Crazy Sam, and Maj nods his head to cheers from the crowd. Charles Cruz: Introducing next, from New Delhi, India, he is the reigning Extreme Chaos Champion… A gong sounds, the arena suddenly goes quiet… [align=center]I believe in God I believe in destiny Not destiny in the sense of all of our exerts being pre-determined But destiny in the sense of our ability to choose Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be[/align] Charles Cruz: PRINCE KASHMIR!!! Prince Kashmir brazenly walks through the entrance way and stops, holding an Indian flag above his head as an ornately decorated Indian throne is carried through the entranceway by four men in traditional Indian clothing, they set it down behind him. Kashmir sits in the throne, the four men pick it back up and carry him down to the ring, where he gets off and enters the ring, the four men carry the throne backstage. [align=center]I was born to reign Point blank My name to be etched in stone My destiny pre-ordained Tryin’ to live righteous[/align] Kashmir hands a ring monkey (who gets booed) the flag and climbs into the ring via the steps, the monkey gives him back the flag above the middle rope, which he takes into the ring and waves, before handing it to yet another random ring monkey and begins stretching, waiting for the match to begin. CM: What weapon will the Prince use? DV: Oh my eyes, look what he is doing! Maj Tahal separates himself from his once, and probably still bitter enemy, as Prince Kashmir takes his ECC belt, and begins to wrap barbwire around it. He fully wraps the gold plate in the center of the belt, before then placing the belt in his hand, and wrapping the black strap around his hand to make it harder for the belt to come out of his hand. The crowd is going insane as they now know this match will be brutal. KR: By gawd, he just wrapped barbwire around his ECC belt, and that will be his weapon! DV: I guess he figures if there is a new title involved, screw the old one, lets destroy it! The ECC legends are excited and they approve of his weapon choice. Charles Cruz: Finally, from Fairfield, Connecticut, the reigning Tactical Assault Champion… The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Getting Away With Murder” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and the strobe lights begin to flicker on and off. [align=center]I FEEL IRRATIONAL SO CONFRONTATIONAL TO TELL THE TRUTH AGAIN I AM GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER[/align] Charles Cruz: “MR PHENOMENAL” SEAN MADROX!!! The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the ground level glancing from left to right with his publicist Shauna at his side. He begins to walk down the walkway admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as Shauna carries her precious puppy. [align=center]IT ISN'T POSSIBLE TO NEVER TELL THE TRUTH BUT THE REALITY IS I'M GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER (GETTING AWAY, GETTING AWAY, GETTING AWAY)[/align] Shauna reaches the apron and she climbs the steps as Sean follows her strutting himself into the ring in an arrogant way; he removes his leather trench coat and climbs the turnbuckle and poses. He then pets the little canine as he flips the crowd off and awaits his opponent. KR: And Sean Madrox weapon will be…? Sean exits the ring, handing him TAC to a ring official, as he then grabs a steel chair from the side, and slides it into the ring. He lifts it up, smacks it against the turnbuckles a few times, before smiling to boos from the crowd, as he seems to have decided on his weapon. CM: He’s using a steel chair, basic, but very effective. The three men eye each other down, as match official Fuzz shows the three the belt they will be fighting for, the Tactical Chaos Championship. The crowd is on their feet in the MEN Arena, as Fuzz hands an official the belt, and he then signals for the bell. Instantly the three go full force at each other with their weapons Maj gripping the lead pipe, Kashmir holding his barbwire covered ECC, and Madrox with his steel chair, they each think the same thing as they throw up their weapons at each other, and they meet in a triangle as a thud is heard, but the thud is from all the weapons hitting each other. Mr. Phenomenal takes advantage of the situation, going low with a kick to the gut on Maj Tahal, Kashmir then sees this, bringing his ECC down, and whipping Maj across the face with the black leather strap part of the belt, forcing Tahal to back off into a corner, holding his face and gut in some pain. This leaves Madrox and Prince Kashmir in the center of the ring, and Madrox uses his speed and agility to catch Kashmir off guard, finding himself behind his opponent. Sean takes the chair pointed downwards, and takes out Kash’s right ankle, and then his left, he then Bulldogs Kashmir down to the canvas, as Kash rolls around the ring in pain grabbing his ankles. Sean laughs in the sight of his opponent in pain, before he feels a lead pipe to the gut by his other opponent Maj Tahal. He then spins around, hitting a Spinning Heel Kick, taking Madrox down to the canvas. The crowd cheer, as suddenly, out of almost no where, Maj turns around into a Springboard Crossbody from Prince Kashmir, who accidentally dropped his barbwire ECC, but picked it up before three seconds, and in enough time to slide down to the canvas, and smacks the barbwire belt over the forehead of his once good friend and tag team partner. KR: All out brawl in the ring so far for this TCC! DV: All three competitors want it, and I’ll love to see that barbwire ECC get used more, scrape his face off! CM: That’s what I’m talking about Dean, I love the hardcore side of you. DV: Whoa, that sounded wrong. As Maj Tahal rolls around on the ring canvas in some pain holding his forehead, Prince Kashmir looks around, but cannot find Sean Madrox anywhere in the ring, he turns around and goes to a nearby rope, but cannot find him, he turns around once more, and suddenly, he sees a flying chair coming at him, and it connects into his skull knocking him to the canvas. Madrox then salvages his weapon before a three count, and then springboards into the opposite ropes, landing a Springboard Moonsault on top of the chair, connecting with Kashmir’s ribs, but both Kash and Madrox feel the pain, as both roll around the ring holding their ribs. Sean goes to the nearby ropes, and leans against the middle rope, spitting up a bit trying to regain back some energy, as the crowd begin to cheer as they see running towards Madrox from behind him is Maj Tahal, who connects to Madrox’s cheek bone with a lead pipe. He falls to the canvas in tons of pain, as Maj turns around to see Kashmir climbing the turnbuckles to get to the top rope. He manages to disrupt his climb in time, shaking the ropes, and forcing Kashmir to fall on the top turnbuckle, groin first, in severe pain. Maj then charges back and then up, connecting with a Dropkick to the back of Kashmir (since he fell climbing up and facing outwards), which sends him in some more pain, falling backwards, into Tree of Woe position. Kash’s belt lies in his hand to avoid counting, but Maj takes his lead pipe, places it on the chin on Prince Kashmir, and then quickly to avoid counting for DQ, stomps the lead pipe into the chin of his opponent. Maj gets cheers as he picks up his lead pipe, and then busts it over a knee cap of his ex-tag team partner. DV: Vicious lead pipe stomp to the chin, that pipe could be deadly! CM: Maj could’ve just broken his knee cap too, this is insane. KR: Watch out for Sean Madrox! Sean charges up, but Maj sees it and move out of the way, as Madrox just comes up with a running chair shot to Prince Kashmir. Madrox and Maj look into each other’s eyes, before shrugging it off, and then working away at a disabled Prince Kashmir with stomps, pipe shots, chair shots, and forearm shots to mixed reactions from the crowd. Finally the two leave Kashmir be, as he falls to the ring canvas a bit bloody, and completely out cold. Suddenly, the quick alliance of Mr. Phenomenal and Panthera end as they begin to exchange forearm shots with their free arms. Suddenly, both men go up with their weapons, as a thud is heard as the lead pip collides with the steel chair. Madrox improvises though quicker than Maj Tahal, and he gives him a gut shot with the chair. Maj is about to double over, when Madrox drops the chair to the canvas, and wraps his arm around Maj’s head, coming down to the chair DDTing him straight on into it knocking him out cold, and causing some blood to appear. Madrox then hooks up a leg ready for the pin, as Fuzz comes down to the canvas. [align=center]1… 2… KICK OUT BY MAJ TAHAL!!![/align] KR: Early pinfall, early kick out, only a two count. Sean Madrox gives Fuzz a quick dirty look as he gets up, not noticing what’s behind him, as the crowd go nuts to see Kashmir up on the top rope looking down at the backside of Mr. Phenomenal. Prince Kashmir then points into the air nodding his head saying something big is going to happen, as suddenly Kashmir jumps up looking for a Missile Dropkick, but as he comes off the top rope, he pulls his barbwire covered belt, and places it over his boots, and he connects barbwire first into the back of Sean Madrox to a pop from the crowd, as the barbwire slices open the back of Mr. Phenomenal, and Kashmir gets up walking off the pain of previous shots, and the barbwire that was just pressed against his boot. Madrox rolls out of the ring with his chair, as Kashmir goes to come after him, but realizes what might be going on behind him, but it is too late as he turns around to find a lead pipe to his skull busting him open. Kash flies over the top rope with his ECC, falling next to Sean Madrox. Suddenly, Maj Tahal lines himself up as the fans get ready for another amazing move as they see Madrox slowly getting up as is Kashmir, but not until a charging off the ropes Maj Tahal, comes flying over the opposite top ropes, Cross Bodying into Madrox and Kashmir, taking both men, and himself out on the padded flooring, as Maj rolls over into the padded barricade, and Madrox and Kashmir lie out cold. The crowd is cheering insanely as a slight “HOLY SHIT!” chant that dies pretty quick starts. KR: By gawd, these men are putting their lives on the line for this belt! CM: And you can only get that with the flagship show of FIW, Slam!, and Slam! only, the home of hardcore wrestling! DV: Damn straight. Maj Tahal is slowly by surely the first to get to his feet and regain his composure, and as he does so he picks up Sean Madrox with his steel chair, and throws him over the barricade into the crowd, taking him out of the match for the time being. He then takes his ex-tag team partner with his ECC, and slides him into the ring, as he comes after him when he gets into the ring with his lead pipe. Prince Kashmir sees Maj coming after him, and begins to slide and crawl across the ring canvas, as fans cheer when he is backed into the corner, and Kash begins to plead for his life that Maj doesn’t hit him. Maj just shakes his had grinning, as he comes down with the lead pipe connecting with… the barbwire ECC. The parry forces Maj to back off just enough for Prince Kashmir to slide under the bottom rope and to the ring apron, where Kash gets up to his feet, and springboards back into the ring into a flying forearm to Maj, which is countered into a Armdrag Takedown into an Armbar, which is applied in full pressure, and even with the lead pipe, digging into the joint of Kash’s arm to force Kash to want to tap, as Fuzz checks on Kashmir. KR: Maj Tahal is looking to end this, he could be walking away the Tactical Chaos Champion right here. CM: No way! DV: Yeah… wait, watch out Maj! Maj is grinding the lead pipe into the arm of one of his opponents, until… [align=center]SMACK!!![/align] Sean Madrox connects his steel chair into the head of Maj Tahal, knocking him down and out to the canvas. Kashmir is resting his right arm that was damaged by Maj Tahal, until Madrox with a downward pointed steel chair, connects with his arm. Kash shoots up in pain as he rolls out of the ring lying out of the padded concrete floor. To boos, Mr. Phenomenal grins as he gives his Infamous ‘X’ taunt to the crowd and goes back after Maj Tahal who is slowly getting up, Sean helps him up to his feet, and then pushes him against the ropes, and lets loose a vicious Knife Edge Chop with his free hand to the chest of his opponent. He then Irish Whips him into the opposite ropes, and as Maj comes back, Madrox looks for a huge Lariat with the chair, but Maj stops in his tracks smiling at Madrox showing he has failed to do so, but then Sean tosses the chair at Maj and gets ready to charge straight towards him, Maj see this and tries to run away with the chair to get Madrox thrown out of the match by a three count, but Sean realizes this and chases Maj down in time, grabbing his chair back, but not without a cost, the cost of getting a European Uppercut to the jaw from Maj Tahal, and then a lead pipe in the gut taking him down to the canvas. DV: Looks like Sean Madrox was trying some sort of idea or move he had by giving Maj the chair for a second or two, but Maj saw it coming and tried to get Sean thrown out of the match by not having his weapon for more than three seconds. CM: That would be weak ass B.S. if that happened. KR: No Chip, it’d be Maj just playing by the stipulations and rules Sean Madrox set for the TAC, would be winning at his opponent’s own game sort to speak. Maj gets down to the canvas on top of Sean Madrox, and he grapples his left arm around his neck, pulling Madrox’s head up in a stressful position, then, Maj begins to unleash viciously stiff lead pipe shots to the forehead, cheeks, jaw, and chin of his opponent. Sean Madrox looks helpless as bruises begin to form, and blood begins to run down the face of Mr. Phenomenal. After a few more seconds of the brutal beat down, Maj gets up, looks at his ‘masterpiece’ and smiles as he lightly kicks at the motionless body, before getting down on top of him, and hooking a leg for the pin that Fuzz sees quickly and begins to count. [align=center]1… 2… NO!!! BROKEN UP BY PRINCE KASHMIR OUT OF NO WHERE!!![/align] KR: Kashmir came out of no where from the outside of the ring to break up that pin! Kashmir is still hurt and is slow to get up, Maj is first to get up, and he goes after Kashmir with his lead pipe. Maj helps get Kashmir to his feet, and he backs him into a corner, he then hits a huge lead pipe shot to the ribs, which gets countered, as Kashmir spins out of the corner in time, and places Maj in the corner. Kashmir then begins unleashing stiff kicks and knees to Maj’s lower body, before getting countered by Maj, with stiff chops and forearm shots. Kash backs away from Maj, allowing the two to move more towards the center of the ring, suddenly, Maj kicks Kash in the midsection, and lifts him up ready for a Powerbomb, Kash tries to roam free, and he manages to spin himself around to counter out of the Powerbomb position, but now is in Electric Chair Drop position, and in the process of doing so, Kash accidentally drops his barbwire covered ECC to the ring canvas, but he gets a sudden idea, and wraps his legs around Maj’s neck hard, before falling backwards and taking Maj down with a Reverse Hurricanrana onto the barbwire ECC, head first! KR: Oh my gawd! Reverse Hurricanrana onto the barbwire ECC! DV: Holy shit, Maj’s head is completely scratched open by the barbwire, pieces of his skin are on the ring canvas! CM: SSSSSS-ICK!!! Kashmir regains his ECC before the three count, as Maj lies out on the canvas holding his bloody head in pain as a stain is now clear on the canvas. Kash gets up and turns around, but it is too late, SMACK, he finds a chair shot right in his face waiting for him. Madrox then sees his two opponents knocked out on the canvas, he debates who to pin first, and Fuzz is ready as he drops down onto Prince Kashmir and hooks a leg up for the pin. [align=center]1… 2… 3… NO!!! SHOULDER UP BY KASHMIR AT 2.999!!![/align] Madrox gets up frustrated as he goes for a pin attempted on the very bloody Maj Tahal by placing his arm between Maj’s legs and practically School Boying him up. [align=center]1… 2… NO!!! MAJ TAHAL REVERSES THE ROLL-UP TO AN ARMBAR ON MADROX!!![/align] Maj Tahal manages to out of literally no where, pull his body up, and grab the arm Sean used for the pin, and lock an Armbar in. Madrox is about to use his chair to escape with his opposite arm, but it is quickly occupied by Prince Kashmir who came from no where too, to lock an Armbar, as the fans go nuts. KR: Arabian Knights working together again!?!? DV: Don’t get used to it folks, but both of these men want to leave Anarchy in the UK champion, and if it means working together once or twice, so be it. The double Armbar on Sean Madrox from Kashmir and Tahal continue, as Madrox screams in pain kicking his legs, until Maj and Kash release it, and get back up to their feet. Maj then locks-up with Kashmir near the ropes, as Madrox slowly gets up. Maj manages to Irish Whip Kash into the ropes, and as Kash comes back, he ducks low, and goes under the jumping legs of Maj Tahal, he then reaches the body of Sean Madrox, who stays flat on the canvas, and rolls under the now jumping feet of Prince Kashmir. Kash then reaches the opposite ropes, and stops himself with them, as Madrox gets up fully to his feet. The three make a triangle in the ring, two in opposite corners, one at the ropes, as the begin to stare each other down to a pop from the crowd. The three charge to the middle, where Madrox and Maj Tahal meet and lock-up in a grapple. They begin to try and out power each other back and forth, as Kash runs himself into the opposite ropes, and bounces back full force towards Madrox and Tahal with the barbwire ECC. Kash goes to knock them over, but they both notice, and they break up the grapple, allowing Kash to run right between the middle of them two. Kash then comes back with his title tight in his hands, until Madrox tosses Kash his steel chair, Kash gets confused as Sean comes charging towards him, but he stops in his tracks, as Kash throws the chair to Maj, who then throws it back to Madrox, as Maj then kicks the chair out of Madrox’s hands and into the air, as Maj is looking for a quick lead pipe shot, but comes up empty as a kick to the gut from Madrox gets him off guard, Kash then runs up, and looks for a barbwire title shot to Maj’s head, as Madrox catches his chair, and smacks it across the head of the running Kashmir, and then as Maj looks back up to see the chair get tossed to his hands, and by the time he realizes it was too late, as the chair is forced into his body by the person who should be holding it, Sean Madrox, with a vicious Drop Kick. KR: Whoa, lots of back and forth action, and weapons are being exchanged, but no three count or DQ has been made cause of it. DV: Kurt, with all that, we are lucky if Fuzz was able to keep track of who did what to who, let alone be able to count up to three if someone didn’t have their right weapon. CM: Watch for the pin. Madrox lifts up one of Tahal’s legs on the canvas after that huge Drop Kick into the chair, as Fuzz gets down to the canvas, and begins to count. [align=center]1… 2… 3… NO!!! PRINCE KASHMIR JUST BARELY BREAKS UP THE COUNT IN TIME!!![/align] Madrox goes after Kash quickly, as the two begin to exchange slow and groggy chops and forearms, as both are getting tired. Kash wisely uses his weapon to his advantage, scrapping the barbwire across the stomach of Madrox, cutting him open and making him bleed in the process. Madrox then holds his gut in pain, and due to the fatigue all men have, he slips down to one knee trying to regain energy, Kash then comes from behind, and ties the belt around his hand, barbwire plate pointing out, as he then begins to scrape the title across the forehead of Mr. Phenomenal. Madrox’s head which was already busted open, is now filled with blood, as he basically seems to black out from blood loss, as Kash drops his deadweight body to the canvas and then turns around to see Maj coming towards him. But suddenly, out from the crowd, emerges a figure in the ring, and as Maj charges towards Kash, from the side, Maj gets taken out by this figure to boos from the crowd. The figure then appears to have a kendo stick, and he smacks it across the neck of Maj, knocking him out in the middle of the ring. KR: Who the hell is that!? CM: I can’t quite make him out. The man then lays in 4 more kendo shots in succession. The man then slides Maj out of the ring, and begins to brawl with him one sided all the way up the ramp and out of the camera’s view. CM: I think that was...that was...Ahriman, one of Slam!’s new supposed wrestlers. DV: He just practically cost Maj Tahal the match, what bullshit! KR: This is completely unfair. Maj has been taken out of this match by Ahriman. He deserved this opportunity, and now it’s been taken away from him. Kash doesn’t know what he has just seen, but he refocuses on Madrox who is getting up. Kash begins to whip Sean in the face with the belt, and he then knocks him completely out, with a knee, with the title placed on his knee, forcing the barbwire deep into the skin of Mr. Phenomenal. Madrox seems completely out cold, as Kashmir lines himself up to the side of his opponent, as he back flips, and connects with a Standing Shooting Star Press to Madrox, hooking up a leg for the pin. KR: The Maharashtra! CM: A move that Madrox too has in his arsenal, and now Prince Kashmir pulls it off, this could be over, we could have our TCC right here in Prince Kashmir! [align=center]1… 2… 3… YES!!! WAIT!!! NO!!! FUZZ SEES MADROX’S LEG ON THE BOTTOM ROPE BEFORE MAKING AN OFFICAL THREE COUNT, THE MATCH GOES ON!!![/align] KR: THREE!!! DV: NO!!! CM: Fuzz reversed his ruling, only a two count, Madrox got his foot on the bottom rope in the nick of time, somehow, someone up “there” likes him right now. Prince Kashmir cannot believe his eyes, he looks at Fuzz who shows him the two fingers signaling the two count is official. Kash then goes back to fighting, as he whips Madrox once more with the barbwire ECC. He then lifts up Madrox, places his ECC belt down on the canvas, wraps his arm around Sean’s neck, and falls back for a Faceplant DDT on the barbwire title! Kash picks up his belt, turns the completely out cold Sean Madrox stomach up, and positions him near the turnbuckles. Kash then signals he is going up as the crowd get on their feet as Kash charges to the ring post, and jumps up to the top rope, standing up tall, and looking down at Sean Madrox who is motionless. KR: What in god’s name is Prince Kashmir looking for here!? Kashmir turns his back around to Madrox, signaling he is going for his signature move, as he jumps off the top rope, as he turns his body around 180 degrees, and flipping into a 450 splash… WHICH IS SOME HOW BROKEN UP, AS SEAN MADROX JUMPS UP OUT OF NO WHERE, THROWS HIS CHAIR AT PRINCE KASHMIR, AND CONNECTS INTO THE CHAIR WITH A SUPER KICK!!! KR: OH MY GAWD!!! KASHMIR WAS GOING FOR THE LINNAEUS AND MADROX COUNTERED INTO A BLACKOUT INTO A CHAIR!!! DV: Holy fucking shit! [align=center]HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!![/align] CM: Holy shit is right god dammit! Madrox slowly moves towards Kashmir, as he finally reaches him, and places and arm over his body, as Fuzz gets down to the canvas for the count as the crowd are still in disbelief of what just happened. [align=center]1… 2… 3… YES!!! *DING, DING, DING*[/align] Fuzz signals for the bell as he goes for the TCC, and gets ready to hand it to the winner. Charles Cruz: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND NEW TACTICAL CHAOS CHAMPION, “MR. PHENOMENAL,” SEAN MADROX!!! Sean slowly gets up as he grabs the belt and raises it to jeers from the crowd with a cocky grin on his face. Madrox slides out of the Anarchy in the UK ring, leaving Kashmir motionless, as he goes over to the ECC legends front row seats, and laughs at them mouthing off to them, “Your legends? Ha, I’m the true legend. Mr. Fuckin’ Phenomenal bitches!” The ECC legends laugh at him, but Madrox gets a bit of revenge as he slaps Elrick in the face before running away as the ECC legends hold Elrick back who wants to kick Madrox’s ass now. Sean holds the belt up in the air as he backs up the entrance walkway. KR: Oh great, just another achievement to add to Sean’s ego. CM: I know, isn’t it great, ha, ha, ha, I love it. The camera suddenly cuts backstage. It comes in on the man we saw earlier, Lance Evers. He's still wearing the priest costume, but has a gym bag over his right shoulder. He's in the car park, and is walking towards to a group of girls talking to each other. They are all easy on the eyes, and are wearing Hutch t-shirts. They are apparantly the escorts that Hutch has likely hired for his celebration party, if he wins. The camera follows Lance as he adjusts his collar and walks straight over to the girls. He grins, as he gets up to them. They do not notice, until he clears his throat, getting all of their attention. They all turn and look at him. They all smile, as Lance begins to speak to them. Lance: Hello ladies. I'm Randy. Girl 1: Randy Orton?! Lance: What? No, I was just telling you how horny I was. The name is Lance Evers. I was wondering if you ladies wanted to come with me, instead of waiting around for a party that's not going to happen? Girl 2: What? We're getting paid tonight, no matter what the outcome. Lance: Paid? Oh right, I see how it is. Well, tell you what then, how about you lot give me your numbers, and we can have our own fun next week? One girl suddenly reaches down her top, and pulls out a business card from her " Love Cushions". She hands it to Lance. He chokes as she gives it to him, apparantly to horny to actually manage out proper words. He looks down at it, and then when she pulled it out. He starts to talk absolute gibberish. Lance: Flibber-ackish laabang kapapapa homina. All of the girls look at Lance, confused. He clears his throat again. Lance: I'm sorry, I'd forgotton how to speak. Lance quickly wraps it up. Lance: I'll see you gals later. Oh, and if you can, bring your own condoms. Mine have a tendency to split... All of the girls look at him shocked, mouths open. They have stopped all movement, one halfway through putting on her own lipstick. Lance: And this is when I should have listen to my mother about stopping a sentence early. Lance quickly turns away, walking off. Leaving the girls to watch him leave, still in disbelief he just said that. He comes up to a very nice looking sports car, known as an Aston Martin DB9. He pulls out his keys from his pocket, and presses the unlock button on them. He goes to the door of the backseat, and opens it to put his bag in there. But as he opens it and looks in, he suddenly screams in shock, and stumbles backwards onto the floor. Gone from his face is the cocky grin, replaced by one of shock and horror. The camera goes and looks in the backseat of the car, and laid out across the backseats is the bleeding, badly beaten body of Maj Tahal. The breathing of Maj is slow, and his wrestling pants are torn. His body is covered in blood. His eyes are shut. But, the most noticable thing is Maj's chest. Written on there, with Maj's own blood is a message. It states: [align=center]I'm in control You cannot stop me[/align] The camera goes back to Lance, who's picking himself up off the floor. He walks over to the car again, and looks in. He mutters to himself under his breath. Lance: Ahriman. He then turns around, and starts shouting. Lance: HELP! I NEED HELP HERE! The camera then cuts back to the arena, where the crowd are in a state of shock. KR: Ahriman has left the bleeding body of Maj Tahal in Lance's car. What did Maj have to do with this. DV: That's one way of sending a message that's Lance not going to forget soon. CM: One less goody two-shoes to moan about. KR: You're not going to condemn this? CM: Well, I can't complain. |
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| Liger | Apr 9 2006, 07:39 PM Post #4 |
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We cue to ringside, where several ring techs are working on removing the ring ropes while another set of ring techs are on the other side of the ring, vigorously putting strands of barbed wire in place of the ropes. JH: Right when you thought you saw it all tonight folks, we still have a Barbed Wire match to present! TM: Oh yes! We're finally going to see Onikage put Jim O'Brien in his place once and for all and beat him at his own game! JH: Well that may be your views, Thomas but I can't imagine the ball not in the court of the former Dual Crown Champion. We damn well know the man loves competing in these deathmatch-like enviornments. And plus, need I remind you of the seven foot four, four hundred plus pound Juggernaut in O'Brien's corner? TM: Hey, if a tribe Ewoks can defeat the Galactic Empire at the Battle of Endor, then Onikage & JJ can defeat Jim O'Brien & Some Kind of Monster in this enviornment. JH: Well for starters, the Empire was fighting in Ewok territory. And two... That's from Return Of The Jedi. TM: So? JH: It's a movie, Thomas. TM: Okay, well, what about the Revolutionary War? Thirteen colonies defeated the mighty England! JH: Well, even though that was over two hundred years ago, I wouldn't go around talking about that in Manchester. Nonetheless, this feud between The Monster of TNT & The Straight Edge Savior is one of, if not, the most personal battle in the careers of these men and perhaps in TNT history. It started way back last fall & culminates tonight at Anarchy In The UK. [align=center]An old, sad twang of an acoustic guitar fills our ears, Johnny Cash's rendition of 'Hurt' to be exact. We're welcomed to an image of Jim O'Brien, seated on a folding chair in his locker room. He sits much like the famous sculpture 'The Thinker.' He looks tired... weathered... In deep thought. Jim then takes a deep breath & leans back in his seat. After the slow, tired riff loops twice, Cash's soft, sad voice begins to harmonize.[/align] [align=center]I hurt myself today Jim turns around, looking stressed, tired. He looks to his left arm, which has several small slits on his forearm. He then looks back up not in shame, but disappointment. To see if I still feel A still of Jim looking rather dark and brooding. I focus on the pain We cue back to the entryway, where we see Onikage, JJ & Kendra Norton. The only thing that's real Jim brings his arms around Kendra's back, pulling her closer to him as their kiss intensifies in passion. The needle tears a hole In one simple movement the larger mystery man lifts Jim up onto his back preparing him for what most would say was a Vertabreaker. However the smaller mystery man is climbing up the turnbuckle in a matter of moments is to the top of the corner. Slowly the larger of the two walks towards the corner and in mid-walk the smaller one hops right off of the buckle. In mid-walking at the exact same moment nearly the smaller one Double Stomps Jim’s butt as the larger one drives him down in a Vertabreaker!!!!! The old familiar sting Onikage lifts up his foot and slams it down against Jim's head. His boot pressed against O'Brien's skull as Onikage applies more and more pressure. Try to kill it all away Jim shoves JJ right out of the way and dives over the top rope in a flying body splash. All 310 pounds falls down onto Onikage and his students as they splat against the ringside floor. But I remember everything Jim walks up next to the headstone and kneels down right next to it so the camera can get a good look at the grave. What have I become? Jim then turns his attention to that Security Guard. Jim lunges AND GRABS THE GUARD BY THE THROAT! Jim gives the Throat Slash signal AND SCOOPS THE GUARD ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! Jim walks right in the middle of the ring, facing Onikage & JJ. He slides the Guard down AND DROPS HIM ON HIS HEAD WITH A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! My sweetest friend Kendra smiles and then scooches over right next to Jim. Everyone I know The camera focuses in on the bloody pile of bodies left in Jim O’Brien’s wake, focusing in on the bloody Onikage. Goes away in the end Kendra turns a cold shoulder to Jim, then places both hands on the chair, turns AND SMASHES THE UNFORGIVING STEEL RIGHT INTO JIM'S FACE! And you could have it all 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. My empire of dirt Matthews hands Jim the Spirit Of Honour & Global Heavyweight Championships. Jim rests them on his knees, staring into them, mesmorized. I will let you down Jim takes a couple steps behind Kendra, then lifts her off of the ground & places her sitting on his shoulder, getting a bigger pop from the crowd! Jim smiles & gives a thumb up while Kendra raises her fists to the air happily. I will make you hurt Jim painfully stares up at Kendra, the emotional distraught very apparent. "WHY?!" Jim yells to Kendra. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" Cash pauses, the sad looping twang still in our ears. Jim grabs Onikage & LAUNCHES HIM INTO THE RING STEPS WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! Hand in hand, Jim & Kendra take a couple steps onto the dance floor, where several other couples are swaying to the beautiful music. Jim turns to face Kendra & cautiously puts his arm around her waist & takes her hand, which she's holding out. Onikage taunts Jim O’Brien, who at this point wants to down right kill Onikage, happily drives the tip of the barbed wire wrapped steel chair into the masked forehead of Onikage! The sad tone of Cash's continues. I wear this crown of thorns A barbed wire crown rests on Jim's bleeding head that hangs low. Upon my liar's chair Jim stares dreamingly at the blood that is now soaking his steel chair and like a kid with his candy licks the blood off of the steel chair. Full of broken thoughts Jim glares at Onikage as Onikage glares right back down at the man whose life he’s toyed with and twisted into a demented nightmare. Monster, whose back on his feet, tries to rush into the ring but Jim holds him back and mouths the word “wait”. I cannot repair Jim raises his chair again AND SLAMS IT ON THE BACK OF SHANNON'S HEAD! Beneath the stains of time A whale sized smile comes over Jim's face with laughter immediately following. Just as well, Kendra's joy & laughter intertwine with Jim's, thus making... alot of laughing? Yeah, pretty much. The feelings disappear Jim starts to push himself off of the mat, his blood soaked face now more appearant. He stares up at Onikage. At JJ. At Kendra. "Why?" Jim mouths to Kendra... then his eyes rolls up into the back of his head & falls in a heap to the mat. You are someone else Kendra Norton smirks confidently as Smarty Smark pats her on the back I am still right here With a grin from ear to ear Onikage leans in close to Jim O’Brien until they are nearly nose to nose. What have I become? While Onikage is passing a door it slowly begins to creep open.Suddenly the giant figure of Jim O’Brien walks out from behind the door way with his steel chair wrapped in barbwire in hand. My sweetest friend The Monster of TNT pauses only to press his massive foot against Onikage’s throat and starts to choke him right there. Onikage gropes at Jim’s foot and tries to push it off to get in that valuable air. Everyone I know Slowly but surely Onikage’s stitches give way to Jim’s fists and the sacred crimson flows once more from Onikage’s skull. But Jim isn’t happy with just reopening the wound; rather he continues to punch at it to open it even more. Soon the cut looks almost twice as big as it did the week before and Jim’s fist is nearly soaked in Onikage’s blood. Goes away in the end JIM O'BRIEN TOSSES MATT MATTHEWS OFF OF THE STAGE AND ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR BELOW WITH A JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB! And you could have it all Jim laughs in a rather eerily pleasant fashion as the security guards pull him away. My empire of dirt A photo of Jim O’Brien holding the Dual Crown Championships over his shoulders. I will let you down We close in on Jim's face, deep in thought. I will make you hurt JIM DRIVES ONIKAGE SKULL FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE BURNING HAMMER!!!!! If I could start again Kendra's glare changes to a cute smile, a couple pearly whites appearant. A million miles away A small demented smile creeps over Onikage’s chapped lips. I would keep myself Jim looks deep into Kendra's eyes, his hand reaching over to Kendra's, holding her hand gently. I would find a way The camera pulls in closer to Onikage's face, the reflection of the candles' flames glowing in his eyes. Jim takes a deep breath and stares back down at the floor, then looks back up at us. His face is solemn, meloncholy even but in his eyes, anger & rage are truly appearant.[/align] [align=center]The twang of Johnny's guitar comes to a halt as the song comes to an end.[/align] A soft yet tune begins to play over the P.A. system as a man’s voice rings out… [align=center]”Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer”[/align] As the heavenly distorted gospel starts to sing the arena becomes an almost eerily heavenly like scene. Clouds of smoke float randomly along the entrance walk way and all around ringside, even a bit creeping into the ring. All the lights shut off except for a faint soft blue set of lights, giving the clouds of smoke a glowing blue affect. The Tron flickers to life and in a golden font the words “Your Savior” appear on the screen, slowly the words part and it becomes “Your Straight Edge Savior”. [align=center] Can't you see I feel your pain? I've got Jesus running through my veins In this hopeless life that's turned on you Give yourself to me, I'll help you through I feed off your unanswered fear When visions of life's end appear Hand over your will and then you'll see Now get on your knees and worship me[/align] Through the thick clouds of smoke the fans manage to make out a figure walking out into it. Calmly the man walks through the smoke to reveal himself, upon revealing himself Onikage is greeted with a thunderous jeer from the crowd. Ignoring the names and insults thrown at him the Straight Edge Savior walks along the walk way. His expression behind the mask remaining a mystery, whether he hates the fact the fans are not showing much kindness or loves the fact that he can get under their skin so badly. [align=center] Worship me On your knees Worship me [/align] He stops at the end of the walk way and looks up at the ring before turning his head to look out at all the thousands of people in attendance as they react to some thing. He turns around to see another figure crawling out from the smoke wearing a mask, one that looks like a cat! The crowd cheers at the reformation of The Ordinary! Onikage's expression contorts to anger until suddenly the Kitten stands up and reveals he is shorter than XK. He pulls off the mask to reveal...JJ! JJ chuckles to himself while some fans laugh at JJ's trick while other boos as JJ throws the mask out into the crowd. As if they were fragile Onikage slowly lifts up his arms and forms an X over his chest and mid-section with them to a revived chorus of jeers at him. Suddenly Mister Ordinary drops down to his knees and breaks the X as his arms fall to his side, tilting his head upward as if staring up to heaven. Without warning from the top of the Tron a light blue shower of pyro falls from it while all along the walk way on each side of it light blue pyro explodes into subtle flames among the clouds of smoke. JJ jumps in fright as the pyro goes off, being startled by it and quickly makes his way towards where Onikage is. [align=center] In this world when at it's best Of never ending hate and death Abandon all and trust in me Escaping from reality My world it has no space or time The crippled walk and the sick feel fine Hand over your will and then you'll see Now get on your knees and worship me[/align] To top it off light blue confetti falls from the ceiling of the arena and onto all those in attendance. Two darker blue strobe lights shine down from each side onto the kneeling Onikage as he stares off into the sky, as if in a trance. But as soon as it came it is over as Onikage presses his hands’ knuckles against the floor to push himself up to his feet. He looks over at a drunken fan that’s holding a beer as he trashes Onikage. The Straight Edge Savior slaps the plastic cup of beer right out of his hand with a sneer. [align=center] Worship me On your knees Worship me [/align] Going back to ignoring the fans Onikage walks towards the ring and goes to the right side of the ringside area as JJ follows after him. All of the front row fans try to bait Onikage into a fight as he calmly walks past each and every one of them. JJ tries to get them to not try any thing and quickly starts to get them to stop as they cheer the littler man. Onikage stops at the steel steps at the far right of the walk way, climbing up them and up onto the apron quickly. [align=center] Beyond this wall of life unknown I'll lead you where you need to go Void of worry, stress and pain Left with nothing but your name We've washed your brain and cleansed your soul Till' nothing's all you need to know Hand over your will and then you'll see Now get on your knees and worship me [/align] In an even slower manner Onikage walks along the apron and runs his left hand over the top rope of barbed wire as he walks the apron. JJ hurries up onto the apron and using his arms that are covered by the long sleeved shirt he is wearing, to lower the middle rope of barbed wire to let Onikage in the ring. Onikage paces around the ring like a predator waiting it’s time to strike down its prey. The Straight Edge Savior drops down to his knees in the far right turnbuckle as the music fade into nothingness and he awaits his match. JJ yelps and cringes as he forces his way into the ring through the barbed wire with no help from his sensei. JH: Right here, ladies & gentlemen... Are two of the lowest forms of scum to have ever graced Tuesday Night Throwdown. Onikage, with assistance from his li'l stooge JJ, single handedly destroyed a man's life. Th-- TM: Need I remind you that that man was Jim O'Brien?! JIM O'BRIEN! Do you have any memory at all?! Do you not remember when Jim brutally beat down his trainer, Psycho Sam Cody? Do you not remember when Jim Powerbombed his PARAPLEGIC best friend Matt Matthews off of the TNT stage? Or the fact that he kidnapped & brainwashed the son of Silent Rage?! Or slept with Rage's wife?! You confuse me to all hell, Jonathan. I would've thought you'd be happy to see someone as vile & as despicabale as Jim O'Brien pay for his crimes against humanity! JH: The man has changed his ways, Thoma-- TM: Oh bull! Judging the way Jim has been acting since Deja Vu, I'd say he's back to his old ways! Once a theif, an adulterer, a Judas and being plain self destructive, ALWAYS! And I hope to whatever God's out there that Onikage sends Jim to the depths of hell once & for all! JH: That's lunacy! TM: No, that's JUSTICE! The Arena lights cut out & a mysterious fog begins to escape from the entryway as the sounds of a heavy wind (as played on a guitar) seep into our ears. A drumbeat kicks in & the lights begin to flicker to a strobelight effect - black & green, black & green - and then , crushing our ear drums blares over the PA the thundering guitar chords of Metallica's 'All Within My Hands.' Lumbering his way from the back is the Talladegan Juggernaut, Some Kind of Monster. He steps onto the stage, a garbage can full of God-Knows-What in one hand & a gigantic ladder in the other. Which recieves quite the chorus of cheers from the NGIW faithful in the crowd. JH: It's time for a bloodbath. Monster then makes his way down the entryway. The Behemoth remains cold, emotionless as he makes his way down the aisleway. Once reaching the ring, NGIW's Freak Of Nature stares a hole both through Onikage & JJ. He sets both the ladder & garbage can down & takes his robe off, then tossing it aside, not at all taking his eyes from Onikage & JJ. The music then slowly fades out & the lights return to normal. JH: This individual right here could be the deciding factor. TM: Well, I'll give the big oaf his due - He has quite a track record. JH: Two times an NGIW Red Crown Of Rage Champion. He's battled furiously with the likes of our Ultimate Endurance Champion Dante Coles, Nemesis, Grant Rice, Monolith, Elrick, Nightmare & Loon 2.5. TM: I still remember vividly watching Monster Chokeslam The Loon off of The Cube throught a set of flaming tables. That's nearly 20 feet through tables that were on fire. JH: And there's no doubt in my mind we won't see those flaming tables once again. Monster walks up the ring steps & slowly brings his hand over a barb. He squeezes it into his hand, then releases & brings his hand back up, opening & closing his hand several times. JH: If there's a major advantage working for Monster, it's those gloves he wears. Cautiously, Monster shoves down the bottom rope before he climbs over the barbed wire ropes & into the ring. He walks to the center of the ring & raises his fists to the air once again, a pose he holds for a few seconds until the lights come back on & the music fades out. Monster then walks to a nearby corner, awaiting his tag team partner. JH: And n-- But Jonathan gets interrupted by a DEAFENING THUNDERCLAP! JH: What in the hell? Was... Was that thunder? The building's lights immediately cut out, leaving the Manchester Evening News Arena in total darkness. JH: Talk about timing. The match we've waited to see for over 6 months experiences technical difficulties. Hang tight, fans. We-- Another eardrum shattering thunderclap emits into our ears AS LIGHTNING STRIKES THE STAGE! THE STAGE IMMEDIATELY ERUPTS IN FLAMES! JH: Good God Almighty! What in the world is going on?! TM: Yeah, wh-wait a second... Is that rain? The only lights illuminating the arena are towering infrernos covering the AnarchyIn The UK stage. But the abuzz crowd begins to cheer as the meloncholy piano playing of Beethoven's 'Moonlight Sinata' creeps over the PA. TM: This is just too bizarre, Jonathan. Too bizarre. But the Manchester crowd quickly climbs to its feet & cheers maniacally as a presence makes it's known at the stage! JH: *absolutely stunned* Holy God in Heaven. Between the crackles of the flames & it's shadows, we see the face of brutality. The face of fury. The face of hatred. The face of rage. The face... of Jim O'Brien. He stares down at Onikage with malice in his eyes, wreckless adandon in his mind & anguish in his heart. He lowers his head to reveal that Jim has something - perhaps a sort of steel wire - wrapped around his head & a lanky, wooden object on his left shoulder. JH: Can you imagine, Thomas... The malevolence, the rancor, the repugnance, the hatred that Jim O'Brien & Onikage share? TM: I'll say, it's hard to fathom. We've seen some rivalries, some feuds in our days but this is unforgetable. Jim lowers his head & steps right through the crackling flames that cover the stage. He stands atop the aisle with the stage behind him. With TNT's Monster in closer sight, we see that the wiring around his head is, in fact, barbed wire. And on his shoulder is actually one of the arms of a larger object - a Crucifix. The flames continue to crackle behind him as he slowly walks down the aisle, small drops of blood rolling down his face from the barbs digging into his forehead. JH: This is one of the most chilling sights I have ever seen. With great adulation from the Manchester crowd, Jim continues his slow pace down the aisleway. Not at all noticing or attentive to the adoring crowd. His eyes remain on the cold eyes of Onikage. JH: The betrayal, the shame, the heartache, the misery that has surrounded this man since November 22nd of 2005. All of it surely is swirling in his mind. Jim reaches the end of the aisleway. He pauses once again, staring a burning hole though Onikage. Jim then slowly walks over to his right & methodically moves the Crucifix - which has a couple strands of barbed wire itself hanging around it - from behind him & leans it against the ringpost & apron, his face contorting from the pain of the barbs being ripped from his back & shoulder. He brings his hands & begins to remove his barbed wire crown. His teeth grit & his eyelids batten down over his eyes as the barbs scratch though his skin, producing small incisions in his forehead where small droplets of blood drip from his forehead. Once removed from his head, Jim hangs the barbed wire crown on the Crucifix. He steps away from the Cross & then cautiously slides under the bottom barbed wire rope into the ring. He pushes himself off of the ground & then makes his place at Some Kind of Monster's side, not once removing his gaze from Onikage. The house lights slowly start to brighten & 'Moonlight Sinata' fades out from over the PA. JH: It was last November when Jim O'Brien had reached a personal low when Onikage came into the life of the former Dual Crown Champion and tore it apart. It was late November when Onikage & then tag team partner Graver brutally beat down & embarrassed Jim O'Brien. Last December at Vendetta '05, Onikage once again embarrassed Jim by tying him to a stratight edge X. Last February at Deja Vu, Onikage essentially brainwashed Kendra Norton to side against Jim after they had grown so close to one another. And tonight... Win or lose, This ugly chapter of his life comes to an end. 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| Liger | Apr 9 2006, 07:44 PM Post #5 |
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MA: Ladies & Gentlemen, this is the Barbed Wire Tag Team match! The rules are as follows... There are No Disqualifications. No Count-Outs. No Holds Barred. And the only ways to win are by Pinfall or Submission. The crowd pops, because, well... this sounds like a hella-cool match. MA: Introducing first... From Lansing, MICHIGAN! Standing Five feet, Seven inches tall. Weighing in tonight at One Hundred & Sixty Five pounds... Jeremy Jacobs, JAYYYYY JAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! JJ raises a fist into the air, to which he doesn't get that great a reaction. If you ask me, Manchester doesn't like him too much. JH: Although only 19 years old and is small in stature ladies & gentlemen, JJ has shown that he can, to coin a phrase, "run with the big dogs." Last January he wrestled an incredible matchup against Kendra Norton. And recently he substituted for Onikage in a match against Dante Coles. Albeit losing &, well, getting squashed he showed he could very well be a major player on TNT someday down the road. I may not agree with his tactics, but he does have alot of heart. Regardless it's in the wrong place. MA: Next, his partner. *the crowd begins to boo heavily already* From Detroit, MICHIGAN! Standing Six feet, Two inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred & Fifty pounds... He is a former FIW Evolution, Extreme Chaos & Tag Team Champion... "THE STRAIGHT EDGE SAVIOR!" THIS! IS! AHHHHHHHHHHNIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE! The Manchester crowd boos the holy living hell out of the Straight Edge Savior. But like the guy could give a shit anyway. They're a bunch of drunks & pill poppers he's better than anyway. JH: You may not like his tactis - I know I sure as hell don't - But Onikage is an accomplished wrestler. A former Tag Team Champion & long time member of The Ordinary, tag team competition is right up this man's alley. And his experience in tag team matches will certainly be an advantage to him. MA: And the opponents... *just saying that gets a great pop from the Manchester faithful* Introducing first. From Talladega, ALABAMA! Standing Seven feet, Four inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Four Hundred & Fifteen pounds... He is a former NGIW Red Crown of Rage & Tag Team Champion and is an Unofficial NGIW Legend... SOME! KIND! OF! MAHHHHHHHHHHNSTERRRRRRRRRR! The NGIW marks in the crowd, well, mark out while the rest of the crowd cheer as well. Cause hell, if they don't, he might go Chuck Norris on their asses. Monster tugs on the bottom of his right glove, keeping it securely in place. JH: For those who have never seen this, well, giant wrestle before - He is truly one of the most violent individuals spawned from NGIW. He was recruited by Jim O'Brien to aid him in his battle, a battle in which Monster knows is between Jim & the Straight Edge Savior. MA: Next, his partner. From Cincinnati, OHIO! Standing Six feet, Seven inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Three Hundred and Ten pounds... A former FIW Spirit of Honour, Fighting Spirit, Ultimate Endurance & Dual Crown Champion... "THE MONSTER OF TNT!" JIM! OHHH! BRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! The Manchester crowd roars like a pack of wild animals, firmly behind TNT's Monster. Jim is focused on one thing, one man. His fingers shake, as his arms remain firmly planted by his side. JH: Quite possibly fans, the most violent individual to ever step foot into Full Intensity Wrestling. Add in the fact that me may be the most miserable soul on this good green earth and it'll spell for trauma... the likes of which isn't seen in some wars. TM: And that's exactly what we've witnessed between these two since November - a war. JH: And the fact that it's in a barbed wire match will make this battle even more brutal. Now to give a heads up to the fans, the ring crew didn't just hang up one dinky strand of barbed wire. They have intertwined, I dunno, five strands? Ten or twelve strands together. So now the ropes are about as thick as our usual ring ropes, so aerial offense is very possible tonight. ANd knowing these men, despite their large statures, we may very well see. The crowd begins to settle down & takes their seats. But bloody hell - they're already on the edge of them already. Michael Anderson hops off the ring steps & gets as far from this wrestling ring turned warzone while referee Logan Black slides under the bottom rope, which in turn slices open the back of his shirt. Poor fella. He looks over to Timmy the Timekeeper & signals for the good ol'... [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] The crowd erupts with the ringing of the bells and both Jim & Onikage step from their corners to the middle of the ring. They now stand eye to eye, chest to chest, black heart to black heart looking deeply into the other man's soul. Meanwhile both Monster & JJ stand in their respective corners, waiting along with everyone else who's going to make the first move. JH: This may go down as one of the most storied feuds in TNT history. Neither man has or will back down an inch. Jim's nostrils flare, his chest heaving from his quick, snorting breaths. His face begins to turn a bright red as his body starts to shake. Not intimidated in the least, Onikage brings a hand up AND SHOVES JIM RIGHT IN THE FACE! JH: I got the feeling that wasn't the best idea. Jim stumbles back a step AND TACKLES ONIKAGE TO THE MAT! And with those meathook rights of his, they rain into Onikage's face! One after the other, Jim delivers heavy Rights to the side of Onikage's face. But the boy wonder JJ shoots over & dives at Jim, trying his hardest to end his beating of his sensei. But stepping from his corner would be none other than the Monster as he grabs JJ by the scruff os his neck & shoves him off of his tag team partner. JJ climbs to his feet only to get decapitated with a Big Boot from Monster! Jim then growls and stiffly Elbow Strikes Onikage between the eyes! JH: Good Lord, I haven't seen strikes that stiff since... Well, you know who. The last guy that Jim had such a heated battle with. TM: Silent Rage. JH: Exactly. Jim swivels off of Onikage & grabs a handful of Onikage's hair, bringing Mr. Ordinary to his feet. He grabs Onikage's wrist and goes to whip Onikage into the barbed wire! But Onikage reverses & whips Jim right into a Knee Strike to Jim's midsection! And then connects an Uppercut Elbow to Jim's jaw! All the while, the Talladegan Juggernaut has since placed JJ into a nearby corner, laying waste to the Straight Edge Disciple with Throat Thrusts, Rights, Elbow Strikes & Toe Kicks. JJ slumps to the mat from all the abuse, but isn't down for long as Monster grabs a handful of JJ's hair & brings him back to his feet. Monster grabs JJ's shoulder & tights and launches him between the ropes to the outside! JJ lands like a sack of potatoes, clutching at his shoulder as Monster hits the mat & slides under the bottom rope, but not without the many barbs quickly stabbing into his flesh. But like it bothers Monster any. JH: And the fight has spilled to the outside where Onikage & Jim O'Brien in the ring. Onikage nails a HUUUUUGE Haymaker to Jim's jaw! And another knee to his midsection! Jim bends over looking to catch a breath that's run away while Onikage hooks Jim up in a Front Facelock, looking for a Vertical Suplex. Onikage yanks up, but Jim blocks it! Onikage yanks again & again blocks it! Onikage connects with a Knee to Jim's sternum, then Lifts Jim upward! But Jim keeps trying to fight his way out of the predictament. Onikage starts to lose his balance AND DROPS JIM STERNUM FIRST ONTO THE BARBED WIRE ROPES! TM: And Jim tastes the steel first! I know Onikage would've never have meant to drop Jim onto those barbed wire ropes. Stupid fighting spirit that Jim has to fight out of any manuever. Why can't he just take a suplex like a man? JH: Fine. After the show I'll ask Jim to suplex you. TM: That's okay. JH: C'mon, don't wanna take a suplex like a man? As Jim now stands on the ring apron with his chest full of barbs, Onikage becomes visibly furious & slaps Jim across the face! But not so far away, we see Monster grabbing ahold of JJ's wrist AND WHIP JJ INTO THE RING STEPS! NO! JJ at the last possible second LEAPS ONTO THE RING STEPS! He swivels around, leaps and connects with a Diving Lariat! Monster crumbles to a knee as JJ falls to the floor, but isn't down for long. With Monster dehabilitated, JJ climbs up to the ring apron as Monster climbs to spahgetti legs. Moinster turns around into a leaping Hurricanrana! BUT MONSTER CATCHES JJ! Monster grabs ahold of JJ's pants, lifts him for The Last Ride & Alley-Oops JJ over his shoulders! JJ falls & lands face first onto the barricade! Monster then looks over to his compadre, who's still hanging on the apron by the barbs digging into his chest. Onikeage nails a STIFF Forearm into Jim's jaw! Two for twice the price! Onikage spins & looks to connects with a Discus Forearm but Jim grabs ahold of Onikage's head in an Inverted Neckbreaker AND JUMPS FROM THE APRON! ONIKAGE'S CHEST & NECK GO STRAIGHT INTO THE BARBED WIRE! JH: And Onikage tastes the unforgiving barbs! TM: I once tasted an unforgiving barb. She didn't call me back after our first date! JH: Will you stop?! Onikage falls to the mat, clutching at his chest whil Jim stands on the outside, rubbing a hand against his, certainly feeling the blood run from the tiny incisions in his sternum & even slightly run out of the small holes that now occupy his black tanktop. Jim then slowly rolls back into the ring, trying his hardest not to come in contact with any of the ropes. He then climbs toi his feet & approaches Onikage cautiously. He grabs a handful of Oni's hair, bringing the Straight Edge Savior to his feet. And with a hard Shove, Onikage falls back into a nearby corner. Jim takes a couple steps back, charges AND SQUASHES ONIKAGE WITH HIS 310 POUND FRAME WITH A CORNER LARIAT! Onikage falls hindquarters first to the mat, his back leaning on the bottom turnbuckle. Jim spins, charges AND CONNECTS WITH A KNEE INTO ONIKAGE'S FACE! Jim steps back from the impact, quickly making finger guns & yelling "BANG BANG!" JH: Cactus Jack sure couldn't be prouder of Jim's performance so far. Bu-- Wait, What's Monster doing over there? We cue to ringside, where JJ looks a mess. He sits on the floor, his back to the barricade, his eyes glazed over already from previous beatings from Monster. Monster meanwhile is rummaging under the ring and yanks out... A tabl-- TWO-- THREE TABLES! JH: There is no good in that in any way, shape or form. Monster sets up one table, but looks over his shoulder & sees that JJ is starting to stir. Monster steps away from his project & steps closer to JJ, who's nearly on his feet with assistance from the barricade. Monster then brings his meathooks around JJ's throat & Choke Tosses JJ nearly from one corner to the next! JH: What monstrous strength that Some Kind of Monster possesses! TM: Were you trying to sound corny that time? In the ring, Jim O'Brien's parade of pain seems to have continued down Onikage street. Jim grabs ahold of Onikage's wrist, who's on his feet with assistance from Jim, and wings him ino a Short-Arm Elbow Strike to Onikage's temple! But he doesn't keep Mr. Ordinary down for long, as Jim yanks Onikage back to his feet with a firm grip still on Onikage's wrist. Jim swings Onikage towards him once agan AND CONNECTS WITH A SHORT-ARM LARIAT! JH: LARIATOOOOOH! TM: That was freakin' stiff, Jonathan! Jim's an unsafe worker! He's more dangerous than Stan Hansen & New Jack combined! Trust me, I have all the faith in the world in our Straight Edge Savior, but maybe he shouldn'tve taken this match tonight. Jim still has his hold on Onikage's forearm & yanks him up to his feet. He lifts Onikage onto his shoulders into a Fireman's Carry & faces the crowd. The Manchester faithful cheer like crazy, then explode AS JIM DROPS ONIKAGE ON HIS HEAD WITH A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! JH: Spiccoli Driver! TM: No! Onikage, get up! And this isn't ECW, Jonathan. Call it a Death Valley Driver! JH: Regardless, Jim goes for the cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO! TH-- Jim snaps Onikage's head off of the canvas![/align] Ignoring Logan Black's pleads for keeping Onikage on the mat when attempting a pinfall, Jim devilishly grins & shakes his head. "He hasn't had enough," Jim says before pushing himself to a vertical base. Jim then raises a fist & points to the ropes, getting a huuuuuge reaction from the MEN Arena (just curious, but are women allowed in the MEN Arena? Probably not, they'd just nag their husbands & boyfriends the whole time anyway). Onikage has since slowly climbed to a knee amidst Jim's showboating. Jim treads to where Onikage's body begins to rise to a vertical base & grabs himself a handful of hair. Jim powerwalks his way over to the barbed wire ropes & slingshots Onikage into the barbed wire! No! Onikage stops, turns & nails a Forearm right into Jim's kisser! And another! And boots Jim in the midsection with a Toe Kick! Onikage takes several steps back, charges & looks to Lariat TNT's Monster BUT JIM DUCKS & ONIKAGE CHARGES INTO THE BARBED WIRE! Blood begins to trickle down Mr. Ordinary's chest while Jim backs up to the other side of the ring. Onikage pushes himself off of the ropes & turns around RIGHT INTO A CLOTHESLINE FROM JIM O'BRIEN, THE MOMENTUM SENDING BOTH WRESTLERS OVER THE TOP ROPE & OUT OF THE RING! JH: Cactus Clothesl-- JESUS CHRIST! BUT JIM'S LEFT ARM IS CAUGHT IN THE BOTTOM & TOP ROPES, WHICH HAVE TWISTED AROUND O'BRIEN'S ARM! Jim hangs inches off of the ground by the barbs digging into his left arm! TM: Good Lord, this is disgusting! I'm gonna vomit! Jim manages to yank his arm free from the barbed wire ropes, but not without a price as the barbs RIP OPEN A MASSIVE GASH INSIDE OF JIM'S FOREARM! TM: I'M GONNA THROW UP! Jim holds his arm, which is just gushing unhealthy amounts of blood! Jim looks down in horror, perhaps too shocked & in too much pain to scream! Monster looks over from his bludgeoning of JJ & his table stacking from the other side of the ring & makes his way over to Jim, as quickly as a 400+ pound mastodon can. Jim finally snaps from his shock & yells "SHIT!" at the top of his lungs! Looking to be more pissed off than in pain, Jim releases his grasp on his blood-gushing forearm & rummages around in a pants pockets. Out he produces athletic tape. "Stay on Batman, I'll take Robin" Jim yells to Monster, to which Monster nods & approaches Onikage while Jim walks around the ring to JJ, buying himself time to wrap the athletic tape around his gash, which is starting to bleed profously. JH: A match like this could've have been picked for a better pay-per-view - Barbed wire ropes, tables stacked, a man taping up an open wound which is bleeding like a stuck pig, wrestlers being thrown around like rag dolls. It truly is Anarcy In The UK. Jim slowly stalks JJ & after having wrapped the athletic tape around his arm, his wound & nearly using up half of the tape, he rips the roll from the rest of the tape & places it back in his pocket. Nearby would happen to by Monster's garbage can full of goodies, to which reaches in & pulls out... a rabbit? Nah, try a-- JH: Good God, that's a Fluorescent Light Tube! Jim spies on JJ slowly climbing to his feet and once JJ turns around, raises the Light Tube over his head! But JJ nails a lightning quick kick to Jim's left arm! Jim immediately drops the light tube to the floor & clutches at his arm. JJ takes the initative as he leaps AND CONNECTS WITH AN ENZUGIRI TO THE BACK OF JIM'S SKULL! JH: ENZUGIRI to the back of the head! As Jim plops to the ground, JJ immediately climbs to his feet, clutching at his jaw, which is likely what's been on the recieving end of alot of Jim & Monster's offense tonight. JJ steps behind Jim, knowing TNT's Monster won't be down for long unless he does something big. He then steps behind Jim & picks up the Light Tube which Onikage's rival dropped upon recieving the kick to his head. But JJ's conscience kicks in, knowing that using a Light Tube goes against anything his master taught him. He looks over to his sensei, where we find that Monster is choking the Straight Edge Savior with several chords & wires. But Monster's grip on the wires around Onikage's throat loosen as he grabs Onikage by the scruff of his neck, drags him over to the announcer's desk and smashes Onikage's face onto the desk! The former ECC's head ricochets off of the desk like a basketball & he falls to the floor! TM: Dammit, Monster could demolish our desk with Onikage's face! And I'm getting so sick of our work area being used for pain & punishment! JH: If you left the booth, I know it'd be less painful for me. ZIIIIING~! TM: Ugh. . . Monster grabs a handful of tights & hair and rolls Onikage back into the ring, but not without Onikage's arm & shoulder tasting some of the barbs beforehand. Monster walks around the ring, where he sees Jim take a Forearm Strike to the cheek from JJ! JJ then raises the Light Tube over his head AND SMA-- NO! JJ gets spun around & takes a Throat Thrust by NGIW's Freak Of Nature! JJ stumbles backward as Monster snatches the Light Tube from JJ's hand. Monster reels back AND SMASHES THE LIGHT TUBE OVER JJ'S SKULL! It falls to millions of pieces upon impact as JJ hits the floor! JH: That's a friggen light tube Monster just broke over JJ's head! What next, the kitchen sink?! TM: You haven't seen many of these type of matches, have ya Gordon Solie? After seeing JJ hit the floor & Jim starting to gain his bearings, the Monster walks back over to the other side of the ring to his tables. Two are set up side by side, the third Monster begins to unfold. But while Monster is minding his own business, on the other side of the ring Jim grabs himself a handful of JJ's hair, bringing the boy wonder to his feet. With ease, he scoops JJ onto his shoulder and begins to charge the corner post! JH: He's gonna launch JJ like a dart! But JJ slips out of Jim's grasp & shoves Jim face first into the post! Dazed, Jim crumbles to a knee & clutches at his face. In a panicked excitement, JJ looks into the ring where he sees his mentor starting to climb to his feet while on the outside of the ring Monster is assembling some sort of table mansion. A smirk comes over JJ's mouth as he rolls into the ring. Watching Monster like a Hunter does a deer, JJ blitzes, LEAPS & FLIES OVER THE BARBED WIRE ROPES AND CRASHES INTO SOME KIND OF MONSTER! JH: Suicide Plancha over the rop-- Wait, Onik-- Onikage has since gathered his bearings & witnessed that JJ's planca didn't work too well. So Onikage backs up several steps, charges AND DIVES AT MONSTER BETWEEN THE ROPES AND TOPEI'S THE MONSTER & JJ OVER THE BARRICADE AND INTO THE FIRST ROW! JH: AMAZING! Onikage squeezes between the barbed wire ropes with a Topei! Certainly must be "Take a Freak Show" home night wi-- Wait, Oh no! Jim O'Brien has since rolled into the ring & watched his nemesis plow his tag team partner into the front row. And as if to play a sick game of "Follow the Leader," Jim backs up, charges the barbed wire ropes LEAPS OVER THE ROPES AND INTO THE FIRST ROW, TAKING OUT ONIKAGE, JJ & EVEN MONSTER! JH: OH MY GAWWWWWD! TM: We've seen Jim O'Brien take to the air before, but damn, that's a lawsuit waiting to happen! JH: That was incredible! Most 6 foot 6, 300 pounders don't even leave their feet anymore! And Jim, who's 6'7" & weighs over 300 pounds, takes to the air like he's a luchadore and takes out EVERYONE in his path! Chants of blessed fecal matter reign throughout the Manchester crowd as all four men start to batter on their respective opponents while trying to climb to their feet. Monster, who took three missiles is the first to climb to his feet, tossing JJ over the barricade while Jim & Onikage start to brawl in the crowd! TM: If they're not careful TNT's gonna get sued! And we'll end up losing our jobs & working as interviewers for that stupid Monday show! I refuse to work with that Jeff Noon guy! JH: You wanna go tell Jim & Onikage to take it easy? Be my guest! Security begins to march into our scene, trying to keep the fans away from the two man warzone that is Mr. Ordinary & The Man In Black. Jim nails a HUUUUUGE Right into Onikage's jaw & follows up with a head exploding Elbow Strike to his temple! Onikage's lights are on but no one's home, so Jim shouts for a nearby refreshments vendor to come by, to which they joyfully do. Jim snags himself a cold beer off of their carrier case, then yells "Put it on Madison's tab!" Jim then guzzles half of his drink, which seems to get a nice crowd reaction from those around him (I guess Beer + Wrestling = Awesome. Works for Stone Cold & Sandman). "You should try some, Oni!" Jim shouts, then poors the rest of the beer in his mouth. But it's not there for long as he spits it into Onikage's eyes! Onikage stumbles backwards, his fingers rubbing alcohol from his eyes. TM: That was just blatant dusrespect, Jonathan! Did you see that?! JH: And Onikage manipulating Kendra, tying Jim to a big X an-- TM: Oh would you get off of all that already? Tell me something I don't know. Angrily, Onikage seems to have found his bearings. Jim reels back & swings at Onikage but Oni grabs ahold of Jim's wrist & flips him over his shoulder with an Ippon Seoinage! Jim lands hard & back first on the unforgiving concrete. With Jim momentarily laid out, Onikage sees another nearby refreshments vendor. He yanks a bottled water out of their carrying case & yells "Put that on Miss Lee's tab!" He then unscrews the lid & pours the cold water into his mouth, then over the top of his head & face. Once empty he tosses the bottle aside & goes back to work on the former Fighting Spirit Champion. Onikage grabs a handful of tanktop & pants, bringing Jim to his feet. Mr. Ordinary then lifts Jim up, as if to go for an Inverted Atomic Drop, but drops Jim throat first onto the barricade! Jim clutches at his throat as he lays over the barricade. But not for long as Onikage garbs ahold of Jim's boots & flips him over the barricade. Onikage then climbs over the barricade, looking inside the ring where Some Kind of Monster is dragging in that massive ladder he brought with him into the ring. JJ nails several clubbing blows to Monster's back all the while, but Monster doesn't notice it too much. Once the ladder is in the ring, Monster finally turns his attention to JJ AND LARIATS JJ OUT OF HIS BOOTS! JJ FLIPS BACKWARDS & ALMOST BACK ON HIS FEET ON IMPACT! TM: DAMN! That was stiffer than the Lariat Jim gave Onikage earlier! Monster is ten times the unsafe worker that Jim is! Monster pushes the ladder closer to the ropes with his foot, then picks up JJ with one arm for a Sidewalk Slam. Monster spins AND PLANTS JJ BACK FIRST ONTO THE LADDER! JJ screams at the top of his lungs as the pain surges throught his body. Now rolling into the ring would be the Straight Edge Savior himself & right into Monster & JJ's action, connecting with several Forearm Blasts into the back of Monster's head. Monster only shakes the shots off as he slowly climbs to his feet. Seeing that Monster is slowly rising, Onikage puts Monster in a Front Facelock, dragging Monster to the middle of the ring. Oni then spikes Monster head first into the mat with a DDT! JH: DD-- Oh no. Monster sits straight up! Too bad Onikage doesn't notice, as he checks up on his straight edge student. So you could imagine how suprised Onikage is when a gigantic, black shadow falls over both Onikage & JJ. Onikage & JJ quickly swivel to their feet, with JJ blitzing Monster only for Monster to grab JJ around the throat! Onikage goes for an Uppercut Elbow, but Monster moves & grabs Onikage around the throat with his other hand! Monster takes a couple steps backward, dragging the straight edge duo. Monster lifts AND CHOKESLAMS BOTH ONIKAGE & JJ TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL! The MEN Arena explodes, cheering at the top of their lungs! Followed by the chants of "EN-GEE-AYE-DUB! EN-GEE-AYE-DUB! EN-GEE-AYE-DUB!" Monster looks over his shoulder into the crowd, roars & raises a fist to the air, soaking in the fans memories of the once mighty horrorcore promotion! JH: If there's anyone, and I mean ANYONE who bleeds NGIW, it's Some Kind of Monster! And he's keeping his old promotion alive by beating on Onikage & JJ, N-G-I-Dub style! After hogging in as much glorly as he can, he steps back over the ladder he brought in. He picks it up off of the mat, unfolds it & stands it up, getting alot of "oooooh's" & "ahhhhh's" from the crowd, as it looks to be-- TM: I gotta say Jonathan, that's one of the damn biggest ladders I ever seen. I was getting to that. TM: Sorry Onikage lays lifeless on the mat while JJ has managed to roll closer to the apron. Jim O'Brien seems to have surged back to life as he walks into our picture. JJ climbs up to all fours, then looks up to see a pair of meathooks grabs him by the back of his head AND SHOVE HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE BARBED WIRE! Jim rakes JJ's face all over the barbed wire ropes! JJ screams in pain as the flesh starts to get ripped from his face! JH: Oh gahhrgh! barbed wire was never intended for that purpose! As the blood begins to freely flow down from JJ's forehead, Jim grabs a handful of hair & drags JJ out of the ring. He then grabs JJ in a Front Waistlock & lifts him off of the ground. Jim then charges a nearby corner & slams JJ back first into the post! The back of his head smacks sickly onto the corner post as does the rest of his back! JJ goes limp in Jim's arms, to which Jim easily shifts JJ around into a Fireman's Carry over his shoulders. As Jim walks out of the picture we see Monster hoist up Onikage & slam him to the mat with a Scoop Slam. He steps away from Onikage's carcass & approaches the ladder. He slaps the side of his leg & raises a fist to the air, the crowd heavily cheering at the possibility of-- TM: You don't think... Oh God no! He better not! He'll cause an earthquake! JH: If he does what? TM: Watch! On the outside, Jim, with JJ slung over his shoulders approaches the three stables that Monster has stacked onto one another. Being cautious & careful not to knock the structure over, he slides JJ onto the bottom table & gives a thumbs up to the Monster WHO'S STARTING TO CLIMB THE LADDER! JH: Good God! He is gonna cause an earthquake! Monster slowly scales the ladder while on the outside, Jim starts to lay in heavy blows to JJ's face, which now has crimson splattered all over it. But meanwhile, Onikage begins to stir & soon climbs to his feet. His eyes bulge opem & jaw drop to the floor as he sees the predictament in front of him. After shaking out any cobwebs, Onikage charges the ladder & starts to climb it as well! JH: There's over 650 pounds on that ladder! There's no way this can end well! Jim looks up as he hears more clattering on the ladder than just Monster. Seeing that it's his nemesis, Jim leaves JJ for dead as he cautiously rolls into the ring, but is halted as a pantleg gets caught in the barbs. With the snap of his leg, his pantleg becomes another casualty of the barbed wire as a slit goes from his knee down on his right pantleg. Paying no mind to it, Jim climbs up two rungs & tries to take Onikage off of the ladder. JH: Jesus, now there's over 900 pounds on that ladder! TM: It might break a thousand if JJ has anything to say about it! He might, actually. JJ shakes out any cobwebs & pushes away all those birdies flying around his head as he rolls off of & out of the stack of tables. Walking like a drunkard away from the table structure behind him, he looks up to see that Monster has reached between the rungs & grabbed ahold of Onikage's mask & slams him face first into the rungs! And again! Three for three times the price! Onikage leans over to the side, as does Monster AND GRAB ONIKAGE BY THE THROAT! TM: Oh my God! He's gonna Chokeslam Onikage off of the ladder through the tables! It's NGIW Violence Fetish '03 all over again! JH: But wait! JJ! As JJ looks up at his master, the oxygen slowly leaving Onikage's body & his eyes start to glaze, JJ seems to have been struck with a burst of adrenaline. JJ runs to & up the ring steps & then to the apron. He walks closer to the intimidating presence of the gigantic ladder with Monster & Onikage hanging on foir dear life. Not caring how much it hurts, JJ grips the top barbed wire rope & SPRINGBOARDS ONTO IT! At the top of his lungs he yells "NOOOOOOOOOO!" AS HE LEAPS UP AND WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND MONSTER'S HEAD! TM: DID Y-- LOOK OUT! JJ SNAPS MONSTER OFF OF THE LADDER WITH A HURRICANRANA! BOTH JJ & MONSTER FREE FALL OFF OF THE LADDER AND CRASH THROUGH THE THREE TABLES BELOW! JH: ARRRRRGH! SOMEBODY CALL NINE ONE ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TM: FUCK THAT, SOMEBODY CALL THE MORRRRRGUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The entire Manchester Evening News Arena jumps to their feet, utter shock on all the fans faces! In the ring, Jim steps away from the ladder & walks over to the ropes, looking down on his fallen ally in total shock & awe. Onikage looks at the wreckage as well as he slowly climbs down the ladder, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. Good God, EVERYONE'S in shock! JH: In all my years, I've never seen anything so ungodly in my life! Both Monster & JJ fell 10, 15 feet through three tables! That was henious! Absolutely henious! TM: Monster & JJ, they're not even moving, not even stirring! JH: We seriously need some help out here! We've just witnessed the homicide of two careers! Onikage plants his feet on the mat, his eyes still on the carnage outside. After seveal seconds of the image being burned into his mind, he backs to the center of the ring, shaking his head. He looks over & sees The Monster of TNT; his face smeared with crimson, his hair in tangles, the tape on his wrists, fingers & forearm covered in red, an evil sneer on his face, a demonic look in his eyes. The Manchester crowd begins to cheer, as they've been waiting to see THIS. Jim signals for Onikage to bring it on as he shouts "Bring it, motherfucker!" JH: After nearly five months, Jim O'Brien finally has Onikage where he wants him! No tricks, no frills, no one to hide behind! Now the real match begins! The two grapplers begin to circle one another, Jim providing plenty of trash talking while Onikage stares a hole through the Man In Black. TM: Now I'm anxious, who's gonna make the second move! Both men continue circling 'til Jim's sick of it - he's ready to strike. Jim charges Onikage with a Lariat but Onikage ducks & locks in a Rear Waistlock. He lifts, turns & slams Jim sternum first into the mat. Oni swivels around & applies a Front Facelock, then underhooks one of Jim's arms & rolls him over into a cover... [align=center]ONE! TW-- KICKOUT![/align] Jim shoves a shoulder up from Onikage's vertical press. Onikage swivels, putting his arms around Jim's head in a Side Headlock. But Jim rolls to his knees, putting Onikage on his side. Jim gets a foot on the mat, prompting Onikage to rotate to his hindquarters, climbing to his feet along with Jim. Once both are at a vertical base, Onikage snaps Jim back over with a Headlock Takedown. Jim brings his tree-trunk like legs around Onikage's neck, causing Onikage to release the hold & slip out of harms way. Neither man is down for long as Jim climbs to a vertical base but isn't for long as Onikage snaps Jim to the mat with an Arm Drag & quickly locks in an Armbar. JH: Onikage is a more defined mat wrestler than Jim O'Brien is, and so far he has used that to his advantage. Jim isn't that bad of a technical wrestler himself, but he knows not to get in a chain wrestling war with Onikage. Onikage changes the Amrbar into a Hammerlock, shoving up Jim's wrist as high as it can go. Jim howls in pain as he starts to climb to a knee, then to his feet bringing Onikage along for the ride. Jim starts to circle, trying to escape out of the Hammerlock until he charges the ropes & hits the mat, Jim's momentum causing Onikage to release his hold & fall chest first into the 2nd barbed wire rope! Onikage shouts in pain as the barbs tear the flesh from his chest. But before our commentators can even say a word, Jim gets up & leans over the top rope, grabbing a handful of Onikage's hair& raising him to his feet, intertwined in the ropes. With his abdomen facing the 2nd rope & his back to the top rope, Jim yanks back on Onikage's head AND APPLIES A DRAGON SLEEPER! THE BARBS RAKE DOWN ON ONIKAGE'S STOMACH WHILE ALSO RAKING INTO HIS BACK! TM: ARGH! SICK AS! Onikage doesn't deserve this! C'mon Onikage, wake up! With furious vengeance in his eyes, with his left arm starts to club Onikage in the chest! One! Two! Three! Fou-- Jim releases the Dragon Sleeper & backs off, his face contorting in pain as he clutches at his wounded left forearm. Although in a bad way, Onikage looks over at Jim clutching at his arm, a light bulb going off in his head. Jim looks up at Onikage looking at his arm, then back down to his arm. A sneer comes over Jim's face as he charges AND BOOTS ONIKAGE IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH A YAKUZA KICK! Onikage slumps over as the barbs get ripped from his spine & shoulders and dig into his abdomen even more, crumbling to the apron. JH: With Onikage not on the offensive, you know he smells blood. You know when he gets the opprotunity he's gonna concentrate on Jim's arm. TM: Well duh. That's basic ring psychology. I'm not even a wrestler & I knew that. As Onikage attempts to untangle himself from the barbed wire ropes as comfortably as possible, Jim slides out of the ring, not caring that the back of his shirt gets sliced from the middle to near the bottom in the process. And he approaches the garbage can in which Monster brought to the ring with him. He picks it up & climbs to the apron, lifting the can over the ropes & onto the mat. And probably not even thinking about it, Jim climbs between the middle & top rope back into the ring, ripping the back of his shirt more & even digging into his back a little bit. But before the nerves in his back can even sense the pain, Jim climbs through the ropes. As Jim watches Onikage crawl to the middle of the ring on all fours, Jim takes a deep breath & reaches into the garbage can. And out he pulls... JH: Oh my. That's a... That's definately a first in this company! The crowd cheers mightily as Jim yanks out a Plunger that's heavily wrapped in barbed wire! He raises it to the air, shouting "I'm gonna trademark this!" Jim swiftly approaches Onikage, standing right in front of him. Onikage climbs to his knees by grabbing Jim's pants & belt but immediately hist the mat as Jim grabs ahold of each side of the plunger & rakes the barbed wire over Onikage's back! TM: That's disgusting! Jim's beyond a garbage wrestler, he's a toilet wrestler! Onikage yells out in pain, and in a spasm is back on his knees again. Jim grabs the top of the plunger (the end you don't put in the toilet), raises it over his head & smashes it against Onikage's back! Onikage screams up bit before he can scream JIM RAMS HIS KNEE RIGHT INTO ONIKAGE'S MOUTH! Onikage falls to the mat, practically KO'ed. He clutches at his back, his jaw, all over the place. Jim sets his plunger down & walks back over to the garbage can, putting both arms in. And out he yanks are two fluorescent light tubes, one in each hand! JH: Like the ladder beforehand, I know nothing good can come of this! Jim stalks towards Onikage, who's pushed himself to his hands & feet. Onikage crawls towards the turnbuckles & grabs the middle one, with its support climbing to one knee. The Straight Edge Savior then grabs ahold of the top turnbuckle and makes it to his feet, albeit wobbly. Onikage turns around, his back leaning against the turnbuckles when Jim spreads his arms out AND SMASHES THE LIGHT TUBES AGAINST THE SIDES OF ONIKAGE'S HEAD! The light tubes shatter to pieces as Onikage clutches at his head! TM: Oh my God, no! Onikage is going to go the rest of his life thinking someone is trying to call him! JH: That or he could've lost his hearing, period! I know I'm all for Onikage getting his comuppance, but this is starting to get vile. Jim tosses away the remains of the light tube in his left hand as he grabs ahold of Onikage's head. Jim twirls around the remains of the right tube in his other hand so that the jagged, broken edge is facing downward. Onikage's eyes are glazed over as he faces the lights above. Jim grabs a handful of Onikage's hair, yanking Mr. Ordinary to his knees & facing the Heavens. Jim raises the glass shards of light tube in his hand over his head AND STABS ONIKAGE IN THE FOREHEAD! AND AGAIN! JH: JESUS, I KNEW I SPOKE TOO SOON! Jim pulls the now crimson shards away from Onikage's forehead, which is now leaking its share of blood from the stab wounds. But TNT's Monster isn't satisfied in the least, AS HE SLICES THE SHARDS ACROSS ONIKAGE'S FOREHEAD! TM: GAHHHHHD! HE'S GONNA SCALP HIM! This isn't Cowboys & Indians, God dammit! This is supposed to be a wrestling match! JH: This isn't a match, Thomas! This is Jim O'Brien's last chance at redemption! And he's showing he'll go any lengths to recieve it! But I agree, dammit this is getting sick! Jim rakes the shards back over Onikage's forehead! Over & over again, slicing the flesh of Onikage's forehead near the hairline, where his mask doesn't cover! Blood streams out of Onikage's head now, like a fucking waterfall! Jim throws his light tube, or lack there of, out of the ring. He lowers his head closer to Onikage's wound. He sticks out his tongue AND LICKS THE BLOOD OUT OF ONIKAGE'S WOUNDS! TM: AHHHH! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! HE IS SICK! THAT MAN IS SICK! He needs to be locked in a rubber room, not competing in a wrestling ring! JH: I don't agr-- AH! Jim lowers his mouth AND STARTS TO SUCK THE BLOOD FROM ONIKAGE'S FOREHEAD! "OHHHHHHHHHH!" rings throughout the MEN Arena as the crowd, as well as our commentators are absolutely grossed out. Jim then lifts his head up, his mouth covered in crimson, blood dripping from his chin. A deranged, maniacal smile spreads across his face as he gets a diabolical look in his eyes as he licks his lips of Onikage's blood. TM: I know about threw up earlier but now I'm serious! I-- I'm gonna just vomit! JH: Better not be on me, but Good Lord, this is getting out of hand. I think the match needs to end soon if he keeps this up. Jim smears his hand over Onikage's wounds then wipes the blood on his face, like war paint. Jim lets out a maniacal chuckle, mouthing "It's over." Jim pushes himself to his feet & raises a fist to the air, the crowd knowing that the end is near. Jim then grabs ahold of Onikage's arm, yanks him up & and then pushes him into a Standing Headscissors! The Manchester crowd goes berzerk, sensing an F-Bomb in Onikage's future! JH: Jim's gonna drop the F-Bomb & end this once & for all! TM: No! Onikage, get it together! You can't let this imbecile beat you! Jim locks his arms around Onikage's waist, lifts Onikage onto his shoulders AND POWERBOMBS ONIKAGE INTO THE MAT! But Jim keeps his hold on Onikage as he lifts Onikage to the Heavens once again, ONLY TO POWERBOMB ONIKAGE TO HELL ONCE AGAIN! JH: F-Bomb! It's ov-- TM: Wait! Onikage! Jim goes to lift Onikage for the final time, but Onikage begins to fidget around. He breaks Jim's hands from the other as he locks his legs around Jim's throat &, oh crap, his left arm! TM: Amazing reversal! Onikage reverses the F-Bomb into a Trinagle Choke, the very move that Jim O'Brien lost the Ultimate Endurance Championship to! What choked him out last October will surely work tonight! JH: Plus Onikage finally has that left arm in his possession! Onikage yanks HARD on Jim's arm, then clubbing the wound with his Forearm! Jim wails in suffering with each blow to his arm! Onikage even starts to rip off the athletic tape that covers Jim's laceration! Jim tries to fight Onikage away from his forearm, but Jim's squirming & wriggling begin to slow down. Everything around him begins to turn blurry, his eyes starting to get that glassy, stagnant look to them. Referee Logan Black approaches Jim, asking if Jim wants to call the match. But Jim doesn't respond at all. So Logan grabs ahold of Jim's free hand & raises it in the air! JH: Onikage could've done what was thought unthinkable! It'd be a major upset! TM: But Onikage has beaten Jim twice already! JH: But beating Jim in his style of match? That's like striking out Babe Ruth in the bottom of the 9th at Yankee Stadium! Or intercepting a pass from Tom Brady with 20 seconds to go at Foxboro Stadium! Jim's hand falls to the mat, immediately. Black lifts Jim's hand again... ... ... ... ... ... And it falls back to the mat! Logan Black lifts Jim's hand for the final time to the air! TM: Yes! YES! Redemption my ass! This lousy, garbage wrestler & horrible human being gets thrown into eternal damnation once and for all! Logan releases Jim's hand... ... ... ... ... ... AND IT FALLS! JH: NOOOO! BUT SHOOTS BACK INTO THE AIR! The Manchester crowd explodes, and then cheers louder as Jim pushes Onikage onto his shoulders! [align=center]ONE! TWO! THR-- KICKOUT![/align] Onikage immediately releases the hold on Jim, getting out of the pinning predictament. He slides behind Jim, who's on his hands & knees. He grabs ahold of Jim's arm & throws it into the canvas! Jim squirms like a worm & groans painfully, clutching at his arm. Onikage yanks the arm away from Jim once again AND DROPS A KNEE RIGHT INTO JIM'S FOREARM! Jim spasms to a seated position, releasing a suffering-filled outcry from within. Blood begins to leak out from the heavy taping around his forearm now, the tape starting to come loose. In a panic Jim tries to place the tape back evenly over his arm, but his impromptu surgery gets interrupted as the Straight Edge Savior pulls Jim to his feet, Onikage's fingers digging into the wound. Once upright, Onikage begins to twist Jim's around in an Arm Wrench. With his hold on the wrist of the Man In Black, Onikage begins to back up to a corner. Onikage takes a deep breath as he places his hand on a safe part on the top barbed wire rope & places his feet on the bottom rope. Seeing that the intertwined barbed wire strands can hold his weight, he pushes himself up to the second rope. Not-So-Suprisingly, the ropes hold his weight as he climbs to the top rope! Onikage successfully stands atop the top barbed wire rope, and with cat-like balance begins to walk on the top barbed wire rope! JH: Oh my God! A sight I thought I'd never see in a Barbed Wire match! After having taken several steps to midring, Onikage leaps from the rope AND LEG DROPS JIM'S ARM TO THE MAT! Jim grasps at his arm once again, cries of pain & suffering leaving his body. JH: This is... This is sick. We've got two men who have pretty much died at ringside in a pile of woodchips. We have a sick son of a bitch who's gonna havta get his arm amputated by the end of the night. And we have a psychopath who might as well get 20-to-life after this encounter. TM: Only in FIW, Jonathan. Only in FIW. Onikage yanks Jim back to his feet by his bad arm, & locks hands with his in a Knucklelock. Normally Jim would win one of these encounters, but considering the state of his arm... well, if you had a four or five inch long gaping hole in your arm that was barely being held together with athletic tape, you'd have your share of complications as well. And with uncanny swiftness, Onikage throws Jim over his shoulder to the mat & grapevines his legs around Jim's arm with a-- JH: JUJIGATAME! With the trauma & force that Jim's arm has faced, I can't see him lasting much longer! Onikage wrenches back on Jim's arm, damn near yanking it out of socket. With a free hand, he diggs his fingernails into Jim's laceration, so deep that the blood is beginning to leak from around the tape & under Onikage's fingernails. Jim pounds the mat in serious pain, roaring in agony. He tries to sit up, but falls back to the canvas. The Manchester crowd starts to firmly get behind TNt's Monster, cheering & clapping loud enough to shake the foundations of the MEN Arena! Jim gasps for breath as he stares up at the bright lights atop the arena, then turns his heads to his left & sees his salvation laying on the canvas. JH: Jim is only inches away from that barbed wire plunger! If he can just grab ahold of it! As Jim starts to feel his arm going numb & feels the bones starting to seperate, a last ditch adrenaline rush comes over him as he starts to push himself with his feet & try to dig his free hand into the canvas! But Onikage yanks back harder on Jim's arm, with all the power in his body! As the crowd grows & buzz with plenty of flashbulbs from cameras going off, Jim takes a deep breath, releases a mighty roar AND GRABS THE PLUNGER! JH: Yes! He's got it! Jim sits up & swings the plunger at Onikage ONLY FOR ONIKAGE TO THROW JIM'S ARM UP! JIM HITS HIS OWN ARM WITH THE BARBED WIRE PLUNGER! The barbs gig & rips into his arm, ripping flesh & athletic tape from his arm as Jim's own blood splatters on his face! TM: AH HAHA! It's over! That no talent hack will never defeat Onikage! Likewise Thomas More, Onikage releases a throaty chuckle as he rips the Barbed Wire Plunger from Jim's arm & tosses it aside. He grabs ahold of Jim's heavily damaged forearm, bringing the Monster of TNT to his feet. Onikage boots Jim in the midsection & shoves him into a Standing Headscissors. He underhooks Jim's arms as the crowd boos like no tomorrow. Onikage lifts, ROTATES & PLANTS JIM FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT! JH: Flavor Of The Week! I can't believe it! He's gonna beat Jim at his own game! Onikage rolls Jim into the cover... [align=center]ONE! TWO! THR-- ONIKAGE GETS BOOTED IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD?!?!?!?!?![/align] JH: IT'S THE MONSTER! HE'S ALIVE! Hitchen ain't lyin' folks! Some Kind of Monster is back in the matchup, Onikage likely getting a horrified look over his face! Onikage backs off of Jim & scoots himself as far away as he can from Monster but is to no avail as Monster grabs Onikage around his throat & lifts him to his feet & then to the air! With enough flashbulbs going off to make a person blind, Monster holds Onikage highly in the air AND THEN THROWS HIM ACROSS THE RING & INTO THE BARBED WIRE! [n]JH:[/b] My God! Monster's back, and he's pissed! Ojikage is down on the mat, but isn't down for long as Monster locks his massive meathooks around Onikage's throat again & lifts him to his feet. He scoops Onikage up into his arms, turns AND SMASHES HIS KNEE INTO ONIKAGE'S RIBS! But Monster keeps his hold on Onikage, AND DROPS ONIKAGE INTO HIS KNEE RIB FIRST FOR A SECOND TIME! But Monster lifts Onikage one last time & with all the strength & power in his body RAMS ONIKAGE RIB FIRST INTO HIS KNEE FOR A THRID TIME! JH: The Father, The Son & The Holy Spirit! Triple Rib Breaker! Onikage plops to the floor, clutching at his midsection as Monster drops him. The Manchester crowd firmly gets behind Monster, but rather than gloat Monster hits the mat & rolls out of the ring. He lands on the floor, then throws up the ring skirt. He rummages around and yanks out a large, brown leather sack. He tosses it into the ring, then slides in under the bottom rope. All the while, Jim has gained his barings back, shaking out the cobwebs & keeping his arm close to his body. He gets on his knees & starts to crawl to an opposite corner, reaching his right arm under the bottom rope, looking to get a grip on the Cross he carred to the ring with him. Jim looks over his shoulder, where on the opposite side of the ring Monster has turned the leather sack upside down. Thousands upon thousands of small, shiny objects fall from the sack. Coins, perhaps? How about-- JH: Right when I thought it couldn't get any worse... thumbtacks! Awww, I wanted to tell them! JH: Sorry. It's ok. Anywho, Monster grans a handful of Onikage's hair & drags him up to his feet by where the millions of thumbtacks are settled. Monster reels his hand back, signaling for a Chokeslam! But having caught a surge of adrenaline, Onikage sees Monster's massive hand coming for his throat! As Monster brings his arm around, Onikage blocks it & connects with a Forearm Shot to Monster's jaw! And another! Three for three times the price! Monster starts to stumble backwards where Onikage nails an Elbow Strike! A second Elbow Strike! TM: Onikage looking to put the Monster away! JH: But behind them, Jim has managed to drag that damn Crucifix into the ring & set it in the corner! What's he gonna do?! Onikage spins & NAILS MONSTER IN THE FACE WITH A ROARING ELBOW! NO! Monster ducks the Discus Elbow & Onikage rotates RIGHT INTO JIM'S ARMS! JIM LIFTS & THROWS ONIKAGE TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING INTO THE CROSS WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! The Cross disentigrates into splinters as Onikage lands on the top of his head! TM: Argh! It's The Passion Of The Straight Edge Savior! Jim grabs Onikage & drags him to the middle of the ring where he makes the cover. . . [align=center]ONE! TWO! THRE-- JIM GETS LEG DROPPED ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD![/align] JH: JJ'S BACK! JJ starts to thgen lay the boots into Jim's head, practically riverdancing on Jim's head! But Monster makes his way over, reels back AND APPLIES THE MANDIBLE CLAW! Clutching JJ by, practically, his jaw, Monster drags JJ by the edge of the ring. As JJ fades away quickly, Monster shoves JJ into a Standing Headscissors. He locks his hands around JJ's midsection, AND LIFTS JJ TO HIS SHOULDERS! With all the power & force in the world, MONSTER SLAMS JJ TO THE MAT, STRAIGHT THROUGH A SET OF BARBED WIRE ROPES! TM: ARRRRRGH! JJ'S BROKEN IN HALF! He's only 19 years old! He doesn't deserve that! JJ falls lifeless from the edge of the ring to the outside, most likely no longer a factor in the outcome. Monster pushes himself off of the mat & looks over to his tag team partner, who's standing as well. Jim flexes his left arm for a bit, y'know, he doesn't care about that arm anymore. He's ready to end this once & for all. He pulls Onikage up & & locks in a Half Nelson! The Manchester crowd cheers heavily, as they're expecting to hear Hell's Bells aringin'! Jim tries to bring his other arm around Onikage's throat, but Onikage is blocking it! Onikage starts to push Jim backwards from their corner & they slowly start to stumble to the other side. With Onikage's arm out trying to block, Jim sticks his arm underneath Onikage's other arm in a Full Nelson! JH: Standing Grizzly Lo-- OH MY GOD! JIM SPIKES ONIKAGE HEAD FIRST ONTO THE THUMBTACKS WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX! THE MEN ARENA FUCKIN' EXPLODES ON IMPACT! JH: PATH OF RAGE! PATH OF RAGE SUPLEXAHHHHHHHHHH! The very move that Silent Rage used to defeat Jim O'Brien at Anarchy In The UK last year for the Dual Crown Championship!!!!! With God knows how many thumbtacks in the backs & on the backs of each wrestlers head, Jim keeps the Full Nelson applied and rolls himself & Onikage out of the thumbtacks. Jim then releases one arm of Onikage's & brings it around Onikage's throat & starts to choke him out with the Hell's Bells! The Manchester crowd explodes with chants of "HELLS-BELLS! HELLS-BELLS! HELLS-BELLS!" Referee Logan Black aproaches Onikage, seeing if the straight edge savior is going to submit. JH; For all the pain, the shame, the frustrations, the heartache, Jim can finally come full circle here! TM: No! Onikage will never submit! He'll find a way out of the hold! Onikage looks around, his vision blurring. His body starting to go numb. The only thing keeping him conscious are the severe pains in his neck & arm. Onikage then raises his free arm in the air AND SLAPS IT AGAINT THE MAT! JH: ONIKAGE TAPS OUT! [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] Jim releases his hold on Onikage, taking a deep breath as tears begin to fall from his face! MA: Your winners... SOME KIND OF MONSTERRRRR & JIM! OH! BRIIIIIIIIIAHHHHHHHHHN! 'Line In The Sand' explodes over the PA as Jim pushes himself to his feet & raises his fists to the air! JH: Jim O'Brien has done it! He has won! He has redeemed himself! He's put an end to all this madness once & for all! TM: No no NO! Onikage was reaching for the ropes! FIX! FIX I SAY! EMT's rush the scene as two attend JJ at ringside while another along with a couple road agents come down to check on Onikage. Jim keeps his arm close to his body, raising his right fist to the air, getting a monumental responce from the crowd! JH: Mercifully, this is over. This match, this feud, it's over. Jim hops down from the apron to the floor, the side which Monster Powerbombed JJ through the ropes. Jim hits a few high fives with some fans at ringside & raises his fist to the air once again, the crowd proudly cheering & congratulating TNT's Monster. Some Kind Of Monster, who is halfway up the rampway raises his fists to the air while Jim holds his pose of holding his fist in the air. A scene in which we keep our focus on 'til we fade out. |
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| Liger | Apr 9 2006, 07:47 PM Post #6 |
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Tomoko Onamari
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The camera cuts backstage, to show Tomoko Onamari pacing back and forward in her locker room. Tomoko: Finally, tonight, all this shit ends and I take what’s rightfully mine. The waiting is over, it’s time to kick some ass... Tomoko leaves her locker room as the camera fades back to ringside. Charles Cruz: “The following bout is scheduled for one fall and is a match to determine the undisputed Slam! International Champion!” KR: “Three competitors, two belts, one goal! To become the undisputed International Champion of Slam!” A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel begin hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten stomps the floor in time with the beat of the hammer, he at the entrance stomping until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. Charles Cruz: “Introducing first representing the Slam! International Championship and being weighed in at 255 pounds. He is accompanied to the ring by Lucy and hails from Shoal Bay, Australia……XTREME KITTEN!!!” I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walk towards the ring as the above verse is performed. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. As of now I am a tool Of severe impact Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again stomps with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring towards the announcers table but they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Lucy head up the stairs and along the apron, Xtreme Kitten shadows her on the floor, the two stop in the middle of the side of the ring and look at the crowd and announcers. I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction Lucy pulls Xtreme Kitten close to the apron and undoes the collar from around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, quickly Xtreme Kitten runs towards the Slam! announce table, he leaps onto it with ease the chorus starts at the same time. As of now I am a tool Of severe impact Hammer down Cause and effect And create a new world Xtreme Kitten stands in the middle of the Slam! announce table looking down at the announces as he speaks the chorus. Kitten hops down off the table at the as the drums pick up. Xtreme Kitten stands under Lucy and looks up at her. Lucy yells with the verse up until the last line. Pound, drive, swing, strike Break down, smash down Pound and drive, swing and strike Break it down Xtreme Kitten quickly responds I am a tool Kitten then steps back and Lucy jumps into his arms, Xtreme Kitten lowers Lucy as the music cuts. Xtreme Kitten slides into the ring, stretches his back then stands up ready to start the contest. CM: “The true Slam! International Champion coming to the ring first…first one in….last one out!” DV: “I can think of one man that has something to say about that. He is TOAN!” KR: “And I can think of one woman that would object to both of them…..The Stone Princess of Slam! Tomoko Onamari!” The arena lights dim, as Korn’s here to Stay begins to play. [align=center]This time, taking it away I've got a problem, with me getting in the way[/align] Tomoko strolls out to a huge ovation from the crowd. She stands at the top of the ramp she looks around at the crowd and smirking slightly. She then raises both arms in a powerful pose. KR: “Speaking of which…..” Charles Cruz: “The challenger from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at 140 pounds…….TOMOKO ONAMARI!!!!!” She walks slowly through the curtain onto the isle, looking intensely focused. [align=center]This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating. Anticipating, all the f**ked up feelings again.[/align] She steps into the ring and walks to the centre and holds up both arms to a huge pop from the crowd.. She walks to the corner and steps up on the middle turnbuckle and raises her arms. She steps down and stand on the spot, looking focused, she glimpse up at Xktreme Kitten and then prepares as she awaits Toan’s arrival. KR: “Tomoko is no stranger to these ranks. She is just as formidable of a champion as either of the men in this match up. She is not to be taken lightly.” CM: “A woman’s place is in the kitchen. Not in the ring.” DV: “You try telling her that.” KR: “Tomoko is not your ordinary woman!” Charles Cruz: “Our final competitor is coming to us from Hathersage, Derbyshire, England and is representing the International Championship. He weighed in at 225 pounds…..He is the Deathmatch Bastard….The Crimson King…..He is the International Champion……TOAN!” The tunes of “Nymphetamine” by Cradle Of Filth sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Deathmatch Bastard, the Crimson King… whatever you want to call him he walks threw the curtains… He stands just outside the curtains of the entrance way, looking out at the people in attendance with a crazed grin… Toan raises his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the entranceway to erupt! As they then die down before Toan lows his arms and walks down the aisle, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur… Toan reaches the apron before sliding into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure. Toan then hops down and leans in his corner for the match to start. DV: “Look at the determination and hatred in that mans eyes. He’s had about enough as he can stand of Tomoko Onamari and now he has his chance to settle this score and take home the undisputed Slam! International Championship!” KR: “All our competitors are in the ring and this match looks to be getting underway.” Official, Mark Jackson quickly pats down the three competitors and collects the two belts. He also explains the rules to each before moving to the center of the ring and holding the belts high for all to see as the crowd let out an enormous pop. He then moves to the ropes handing the title belts to ring announcer, Charles Cruz and makes signal for the bell. [align=center]DING DING[/align] All three men stare down momentarily as Toan challenges both Tomoko and Xtreme Kitten to bring it to him. Both competitors wait for him to finish and then move in for the attack. Toan goes into attack mode as both competitors unleash a fury of punches and kicks driving him down to the mat. Toan manages to get an elbow out into the mid section of Tomoko and sends her staggering backward. He then shoves XK backwards and turns his attention to Tomoko nailing her with a hard right that sends her holding her jaw. He then turns back to XK who is awaiting him and levels him with a hard knife edge chop. The International Champion staggers back up to his feet and toward Tomoko who is waiting for revenge with a hard right of her own. This sends Toan back to the mat but he gets up to his feet and moves toward XK who drops him again with another hard knife edge chop. Toan climbs to his feet yet again as Onamari moves in with another right hand that takes him back down to his back on the mat. Again the IC moves back to his feet where Kitten meets him grabbing him round the neck and snap mares him into a seated position. The SIC then blasts out with a hard kick to the center of the spine that makes a loud cracking sound as it connects. Toan falls backwards kicking his feet to the mat in pain but sits back up quickly. Tomoko moves to XK and pushes him backwards while saying something inaudible to those in attendance. She then turns her attention to Toan and nails him in the back with a stiff kick of her own. DV: “These two are fight over Toan like two dogs over a T-bone steak!” KR: “The stakes could not be any higher and they are going to pull out all the stops here!” XK then says something to Tomoko as Toan again rolls in agony before recovering. Kitten then moves in with another hard kick to the back and before he even has a chance to flop backward Tomoko is right there to one up the SIC with another hard kick of her own to the back of the International Champion. After fight the pain through his body the Deathmatch Bastard fights up to his feet and motions to the others as if to say is that the best you can do. Within a blink of an eye XK spins his leg up kicking him in the face and Tomoko dives low drop kicking him in the leg. CM: “What is XK thinking working with Tomoko Onamari? Of all people!” The crowd go nuts as XK and Tomoko stand on either side of the fallen International Champion. As XK stares down at the fallen Toan he is taken by surprise as Tomoko charges at him and quickly rolls through pinning his shoulders to the mat. [align=center]…1[/align] Mark Jackson barely gets his hand down for a one count and XK powers through and back to his feet but Tomoko is moving back in on him grabbing him around the head and rolls him into a small package. [align=center]…1 …BURST OUT!!![/align] XK stands to his feet and prepares for Tomoko to come back at him but before he knows it he is rolled up again as this time Tomoko puts all her weight into the pin attempt. [align=center]…1 …KICK OUT!!![/align] This time he rolls through quickly and mounts on top of Tomoko quickly drawing his forearms down quickly into her face as she tries to guard herself. He viciously pummels away at his opponent and is not stopped until he is on the receiving end of a boot to the side of his head by the recovering Toan. As XK rolls up to his feet Toan is right there and nails him in the side of the head with a hard right hand backing him into the corner. He then turns to Tomoko who is rising to her feet and scoops her by the neck and pulls her the rest of the way to her feet. He then quickly whips her across the ring and into the ropes before running to the other side and driving back with a spinning heel kick that wipes his opponent off her feet and onto her back. Toan is back to his feet with in seconds as Tomoko rolls on her back. The Deathmatch Bastard then moves in over her and begins to dig in his boot. KR: “What is it he is doing?” DV: “It’s called wrestling, Kurt. Maybe you’ve heard of it?” KR: “No in his boot.” Toan continues to dig in his boot and eventually produces a shiny object and that object being a common eating utensil…..a fork. He lifts it over his head preparing to drive it down into the skull of his nemesis. Just as he drives it toward her, Xtreme Kitten appears out of nowhere grabbing Toan by the arm and halting him from a gruesome attack on Tomoko. He spins the International Champion around and then blasts him in the chest with a hard knife edge chop. Kitten then follows in with another backing Toan into the ropes. He then spins into action nailing Toan with a quick round house kick to the face that sends him through the ropes and to the outside. As the IC moves slowly to his feet with the assist of the ring apron, XK moves over Onamari who is now rising back to her feet. Kitten backs her into the ropes as she rises to her feet and begins to nail her with quick and repeated forearm thrusts until she manages to back herself into a corner. He then charges in with a thrust kick straight to the sternum that knocks the wind from his female adversary and knocks her back to the mat on her hands and knees. She shows her toughness and begins to rises back to her feet when XK makes his way across the ring and rebounds off the ropes. However when he hits the ropes he moves no farther as Toan manages to grab his feet and he topples forward hitting his head off the mat. Tomoko makes it to her feet and charges across the ring after Toan who is climbing onto the apron and swings wildly for him. He manages to duck under and drive a shoulder into her stomach that sends her staggering away winded. He moves through the ropes quickly and begins to nail her with stiff chops as XK manages to get back to his feet behind him. He spots the SIC in his peripheral vision and turns nailing him with a similar stiff forearm and then turns back to Tomoko planting a rough toe kick straight into her abdomen. He then places her into a side headlock and charges forward toward XK. A quick jump into the air is the beginning of a well placed drop kick that takes XK back off his feet and to the mat and spins the IC in the air turning his opponent with him and driving her down to the mat with a spinning bulldog. DV: “What a beautiful combination maneuver by Toan!” CM: “That’s what I call two birds with one stone!” KR: “Credit where its due. Toan is a gifted wrestler. I do have to give him that!” As he makes to his knees Toan crawls over the beaten Tomoko and attempts a pinfall. Mark Jackson slides into position and begins to slap his hand to the mat. [align=center]…1 …2 KICKOUT!!![/align] XK is right there to break up the pinfall if Tomoko hadn’t kicked out and begins to move to his feet as Toan turns to question Jackson on the count. Tomoko rolls from Toan and begins to move to her feet and all three men establish their footing in the ring for the first time in minutes of this match up. XK is the first to move into action driving forward with a straight kick to the chest of Toan that sends him reeling backward into the ropes and he then begins to unload with a flurry of knife edge chops that take Toan into a seated position in the corner. Kitten then reaches down grabbing the Crimson King up by the back of his neck and to his feet, dragging him across the ring and smashing his head into the opposing turnbuckle. He then turns to Tomoko who is staggering still with her back turned to him in the corner he and Toan just came from. He turns her around an plants a hard chop across her chest before grabbing her by the arm and twisting her arm up and then flinging her across the ring at Toan with great fury. DV: “TOAN HAS MOVED!!!” The International champion springs from the corner and scoops down to the mat grabbing up his trusty fork he lost possession of earlier in the match. He quickly drives upward with the handle of the fork and jabs it into the throat of his masked opponent. XK gasps and coughs from the blow to the throat and staggers into a nearby corner where Toan begins to dig the fork into his mask as Kitten swats at his opponents hands in an attempt to remain masked. The Deathmatch Bastard digs in more violently and smiles as he begins to pull up on the mask and Mark Jackson pleads with him to stop. DV: “HAHA….UNMASK THE FREAK! Hardcore Pussy is over rated talent anyway!” CM: “That is a disqualification ref…..call the bell and award the match to Xtreme Kitten!” DV: “This match is Sudden Death….It ain’t over until someone is pinned or taps!” As Toan digs the fork into the forehead and mask and attempts to unmask the SIC he loses complete sight of Tomoko climbing to her feet behind them. She barrels across the ring lifting a knee and driving it into the back of Toan’s head and stopping him from unmasking XK. She then grabs up the International Champion and promptly hurls him across the ring before falling victim to a stiff shot to the back of the head by the SIC, Xtreme Kitten. He then grabs her by the arm and whips her toward Toan who is just resting in the corner and as she is about to collide with the Crimson King he pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle causing her to collide into the turnbuckle only. The International Champion then hops over Tomoko and hooks her in a familiar side headlock. He again charges forward and his female adversary holds onto the ropes and pushes him straight into Xtreme Kitten who is waiting. He hoists the International Champion off his feet and then drives him down to the mat with a huge spinebuster. Toan roll across the mat toward the ropes as XK moves in over him and Tomoko staggers along the ropes. Though as XK has his attention on Toan he does not see Onamari building a head of steam at the ropes and charging for him. She then leaps into the air and wraps her legs around the Slam! International Champions neck and drives him toward the mat with a hurricanrana. With XK down Tomoko slowly moves back to her feet and measures up the situation in the ring as she does. She then moves after Kitten who is moving to his knees and snaps off with a hard toe kick to his chest. The kicks keep coming as she pins XK against the ropes and Toan begins back to his feet. Tomoko then lifts the SIC to his feet and nails him with a hard forearm shot to the jaw. She then looks over her should and sees Toan stirring and changes direction in a mad sprint toward him. As she reaches the corner she leaps into the air and nails Toan with a spinning wheel kick that makes its mark directly on his jaw and drops him down to his knees on the mat. KR: “Tomoko Onamari is showing these two just why you should never under estimate a female!” Onamari then moves to lift Toan from his feet but sees XK stirring to his feet and makes back for him in a hurry. She leaps up for a cross body block but is caught in mid air by the champion as he spins around grinning before launching her over his head with a fall away slam that drives her into the mat with a great thud. DV: “Just like that and Xtreme Pussy turns this whole thing around. I have to tell you from being in the ring with this man. That was not like any other fall away slam that Tomoko Onamari has taken. XK puts so much more force into his moves just to ensure that his opponents will not be coming back for more!” CM: “Its like I’ve been telling you! Xtreme Kitten has the desire and passion to win this match up. He will not let anything stop him in his conquest to become the undisputed Slam! International Champion.” Xtreme Kitten then picks Tomoko up from the mat and hauls her across the ring slamming her head into the top turnbuckle. She drops back down to the mat obviously still feeling the effects from the fall away slam. He then lifts his foot and scrapes it across the face of Tomoko before backing away and driving forward with another. He then turns to the crowd and cups his hand to his mask as if to ask the crowd if they want more. [align=center]”BOOOOOOOOOOOOO”[/align] He ignores the crowd and drives in with another vicious boot scrape. A grin pulls across his face and he holds up one finger and yells “ONE MORE?” and again the crowd responds negatively. [align=center]”BOOOOOOOOOOOOO”[/align] Now without asking the crowd he charges across the ring and rebounds off the ropes. He makes back clearly going for the fourth and most devastating of the boot scrapes. That is until he is caught off guard by Toan who comes out of nowhere with a shoulder block that sends the SIC staggering into the ropes and through them to the floor below. Toan then sprints across the ring making a rebound of his own and just as XK makes it back to his feet on the outside he is nailed by a huge suicide dive through the ropes and is knocked straight back down to the arena floor. Toan then climbs back to his feet and onto the ring apron where he waits for XK to move back to his feet slowly. He then leaps up onto the ropes spring boarding himself off and pulls off a beautiful Asai moonsault. He connects with XK again and the two go tumbling back down to the arena floor. Toan then staggers back to his feet and lifts XK with him and begins to nail him with hard forearm thrusts. In the ring Tomoko is on her feet and holding onto the top ropes and is quickly into the air as she catapults herself over the ropes with a cross body block. Just in the nick of time XK moves aside and allows for Toan to take the brunt of the attack and staggers into the security railing holding himself up still being groggy from the aerial attack he was victim of just moments ago. [align=center]”TO-MOKO!!! TO-MOKO!!!! TO-MOKO!!!”[/align] Onamari then goes to Xtreme Kitten who is resting against the guard rail and belts him in the abdomen with a closed fist. As he doubles over she then grabs him by the neck and the tights and shoves him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Right behind him, she enter the ring and pounces to her feet turning her back to him. She flips backwards with a standing moonsault and then quickly covers the leg for the pinfall. Mark Jackson drops into position and begins to count the fall. [align=center]…1 …2 …POWER OUT!!!![/align] Both Tomoko and XK move to their feet and it is Tomoko that is up first. She grabs XK by the arm and shoves him back into the ropes in an attempt for a whip. XK however manages to hold onto the top rope and refuses to let go as Onamari continues to peel his grip from the ropes. After about three attempts Kitten manages to shove his female opponent off of him and staggering backwards. He then charges forward at her but she quickly leap frogs over him and sends him rebounding off the opposing ropes. As he comes back at her she flops back down to the mat where he has to quickly jump over her and moves back to the ropes he originally came from. This time as he returns he is caught off guard as Tomoko flies into the air connecting with a jaw rattling drop kick that grants reaction from everyone in attendance. [align=center]”OOOOOHHHHHH!!!”[/align] KR, DV, & CM: “OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!” KR: “What a stiff drop kick from Tomoko Onamari!” Xtreme Kitten topples like a massive tree and onto his back and Tomoko crawls across the ring on her knees and quickly drapes her body over his. [align=center]…1 …2 …SHOULDER UP!!![/align] Now frustrated she cannot get the three count Tomoko lifts XK off his feet again and nails him with a stiff forearm shot to the side of his head and pushes him back into the ropes again. She then continues in with the forearms shots until she has him backed into the corner. On the other side of the ring we see Toan slowly crawling back into the ring and then jumping straight to his feet after a good amount of rest on the outside of the ring. He then runs across the ring and drops a double axe handle across the back of Tomoko who has her attention to XK. He then spins her around and blasts her with an open hand chop to the chest and then quickly grabs her by the arm and whips her quickly across the ring into the opposing turnbuckle. Toan now turns his attack to XK who is still standing in the corner and nails him with a elbow directly to the temple and then grabs him by the arm whipping him toward Tomoko who is still standing groggily in the corner. Though in mid whip XK changes the momentum and reverses Toan into Tomoko. As he is about to collide with her he leaps up onto the middle turnbuckle and grabs her around the head. He then jolts backwards monkey flipping Tomoko at Xtreme Kitten who is surprised by the maneuver. As she flies through the air, XK attempts to catch her but she too makes the best of the situation wrapping her legs around his head and taking him down with a beautiful frankensteiner, driving his skull into the canvas. KR: “This sold out crowd are on their feet and everyone of them are cheering for the action in this ring!” [align=center]”F-I-DUB!!! F-I-DUB!!! F-I-DUB!!!”[/align] Tomoko rolls to her feet and sees Toan already to his and moves in taking a wild swing at him. He then ducks under and wraps his arms around her waist and shoves her forward into the ropes. As they come off the ropes Toan rolls through and settles his weight on Tomoko’s legs for the pinfall. Mark Jackson who is checking on XK quickly turns his attention and slides across the ring for the count. [align=center]…1 …2 …KICK OUT!!![/align] After utilizing her leg strength to shove Toan off and toward the ropes, Tomoko rises back to her feet and charges after the International Champion. Though as she arrives he ducks down driving a shoulder into her mid section and lifts her high and over the top ropes. Her petite frame drops over to the floor below connecting with the thin padding covering the concrete floor. DV: “That padding did not do much to save the impact off that fall.” KR: “Somebody needs to get out there and check on her.” Toan then turns to XK who is rising to his feet and motions for him to get up as he preps himself for an offensive attack. Then just as XK makes it to his feet Toan sprints forward and collides with a running head but ala Onita that causes XK to stagger backward into the turnbuckle. He then unloads with two consecutive open hand slaps to the face that sends XK walking the ropes trying to recoup himself enough to get back into the match. Toan however follows and continues to insult the SIC by slapping him in the face repetitively. He then unloads with a huge closed fist but this does not take XK back. Rather it only infuriates him more and he fires off with a huge knife edge chop and then follows in with several that send the IC backward shielding himself from the onslaught. Though as he is doubled over it gives XK the chance to go for the Kao Dode. Toan drops quickly to the mat and XK misses his mark over shooting Toan. The Crimson King then gets back to his feet and drives in behind the SIC rolling him through for a pinfall attempt. He quickly bridges over as Mark Jackson makes the count. [align=center]…1 …2 …REVERSAL!!!![/align] XK manages to reach through grabbing Toan by the throat in a choke hold and quickly rolls him through and violently drops elbows into the back of his opponents head only stopping once to lick his forearm before continuing on with the assault. From the outside we see Tomoko finally moving after her nasty bump and she quickly runs up the ring steps and scales the turnbuckles to the top rope. Then with a single leap she manages to drop and elbow over the back of Toan’s head and blasts XK in the face with a foot. She then quickly rolls XK over as he is the closest to her and goes for the cover. [align=center]…1 …2 …SHOULDER UP!!![/align] KR: “So close!” CM: “But no cigar, Royle. Tomoko is too light and either of these guys could kick out easily from her pin attempts.” As XK kicks out Tomoko turns her attention to Toan who still has his shoulders on the mat and goes for the cover on him. [align=center]…1 …2 …KICK OUT!!![/align] Tomoko screams in frustration and then goes to pick the IC up off the canvas. However he anticipates this and grabs her by the front of her outfit and hurtles her toward the ropes where she topples back to the outside. Toan then moves in on XK who he wastes no time lifting him up by his neck and drives several rough toe kicks into his stomach keeping him doubled over. He then wraps his arm in around his opponents head and drives him down to the mat with a spike DDT. DV: “That is what Toan calls his Amen DDT….another move I’ve been on the receiving end of.” KR: “These three have brought this match to new levels. None of the three of them are willing to give up easily as they want to claim the rights to the undisputed Slam! International Championship!” Toan moves to his feet and slowly climbs the turnbuckle with his back turned to XK the whole time. Once on the top he draws his thumb across his throat signaling for the end as his feet are pulled from underneath him and is crotched on the top turnbuckle by Tomoko Onamari who is reemerging into the ring. Onamari wastes not one second as she pulls Toan backwards into a tree of woe and begins to unload with a series of toe kicks to his chest region as Xtreme Kitten is rising to his feet behind her. Then just as Tomoko turns to see what is going on XK is right in her face and air born with the Kao Loi flying knee strike that connects with Tomoko’s jaw and crushes her against Toan who is still hanging upside down. Kitten measures up Toan who is struggling to free himself by placing a foot on the chin of the dangling IC and pushes his head backwards. He then makes a dash toward the opposite side of the ring and bounces off the ropes. As he returns he dives low and scrapes his foot clear across Toan’s face and from the impact Toan’s body goes lifeless as he hangs upside down. XK then unhooks his legs causing him to drop down in a limp heap on the canvas. He then turns after Tomoko who is still moving slowly but on the canvas herself. He reaches down grabbing her up by the hair and up to her feet. Then he pushes her into the ropes and nails her with a massive throat thrust. She grasps her throats and staggers forward but XK pushes her back and nails her with yet another. He then grabs her by the arm and whips her across the ring and into the ropes. Surprisingly to all Tomoko manages to reverse the whip but her turn of luck does not last long as XK short arms her and pulls her back in where he drives a hard knee into her stomach. He then turns and runs across the ring and on his way back he nails her with a lariat that nearly folds her in half and drops her to the mat in an instant. DV: “I think she’s dead!” CM: “It’s as easy as one, two, three…now!” KR: “This match has been a classic. I’m not thrilled with the XK holding all the cards right now but this match does not disappoint me.” XK then runs quickly to the ropes and leaps into the air with a huge knee straight across her forehead. He then rolls over pushing her shoulders to the mat and covers for the pinfall as Jackson drops in place and begins to slap his hand to the canvas. [align=center]…1 …2 …SHOULDER UP!!![/align] XK pushes up to his knees in disbelief and wipes his mouth clear of the sweat dripping from under his mask and shakes his head. KR: “He’s got to be thinking what can he do to finish this thing off.” CM: “KILL THEM. That is what he can do!” DV: “Bit extreme don’t you think?” CM: “His name is Extreme Kitten. Why not go with the extreme?” KR: “Have you taken your Prozac today, Chip?” As XK gets to his feet Toan staggers up next to him but the SIC does not give him a chance to recover as he drives three hard knees into the side of the IC’s head. On the third strike however Toan manages to grab XK by the leg blocking the strike and then quickly wraps an arm around his neck and then hoists him up for a suplex and then drops himself downward driving XK’s head into the mat with a brainbuster. All three competitors are on the canvas with each one of them in different states of exhaustion and affliction. Toan slowly rolls to XK and drapes an arm over as Tomoko begins to pull herself up with the assistance of the ropes. [align=center]…1 …2 …COUNT BROKEN!!![/align] Just as Mark Jackson is prepared to count the three, Tomoko crawls near and shoves Toan off the top of XK. Now both Toan and Tomoko use the other to get back to their feet. Tomoko rears back and lets off with a massive knife edge chop that finds its mark with a thunderous clapping sound that is heard all through the arena. Toan staggers back into the ropes and Onamari moves in hooking their arms up and begins to hoist him for a suplex but Toan using his instinct hooks his leg into the ropes. This gives him the opportunity to reverse the suplex and lifts Tomoko up off her feet. Though in the air the former SIC shifts her weight and drops down over the ropes landing on the ring apron. Toan quickly drives an elbow backwards knocking the female counterpart off the apron and staggering on the floor below. Toan grabs hold of the top rope and spring boards off but Tomoko takes a step back. Instead of going for his planned missile drop kick Toan drops down to the floor where Tomoko whizzes past him and jumps onto the ring apron where she flips backwards at him. Toan ducks and Tomoko sails over landing on her feet. Toan staggers away and toward the announce booth where he shoves the time keeper off his chair and hurls the unfolded object at her. This distracts her long enough for him to grab another chair and places it down on the mat preparing to do something crazy with it. Though before he has a chance Tomoko is there with the other chair and nails him in the stomach with the legs and causes him to sit down on the chair. She then sets the chair down and goes to work on Toan but he pushes up and sets her down in the other chair. The two take turns seating the other before the break out into fists a cuffs while sitting in the chairs. RIGHT BY TOAN!!! LEFT BY TOMOKO!!! LEFT BY TOAN!!!! RIGHT BY TOMOKO!!! RIGHT BY TOAN!!! LEFT BY TOMOKO!!! LEFT BY TOAN!!!! RIGHT BY TOMOKO!!![/align] KR: “Its like a good old Texas bar brawl right in front of us!!! YEE HAW!!!” CM: “That bar brawl is about to be broken up!!” From the inside of the ring XK comes racing across and baseball slides connecting with both the other competitors and knocks them over in the chairs. He then goes quickly after Toan as the crowd go nuts for the action they are witnessing. A quick planted European uppercut has Toan staggering and he moves wobbly legged toward the other side of the ring and toward the entrance aisle. XK follows after behind him and Tomoko makes it to her feet making her way around the opposite side of the ring to cut him off. It is XK that catches up with him first and turns him toward him and nails him with a stiff thrust to the chest and Toan staggers straight into Tomoko who nails him with a spinning back fist. Toan staggers back to XK who hooks him up as if he is going for a suplex and then Tomoko joins in hooking his other arm around her neck. DV: “Are we going to see a double suplex on the exposed concrete?” KR: “That’s what it looks like to me!” Just then the both of them hoist him over their heads and then drop backwards snapping him directly into the concrete floor of the arena. Toan flops around on the cold concrete as XK and Tomoko move back to their feet pleased with their work. It is not long before XK moves back into action driving forward into Tomoko’s stomach and slamming her kidney area into the security railing and dropping her down to the concrete herself. He then hovers over Toan and hoists him up to his feet again and pushes him back into the ring as he follows after. Toan although in obvious pain begins to pull himself up with the help of the turnbuckles and XK rises to his feet to make sure he has no chance to recover. He then quickly backs into the corner licking his forearms and then sprints after him. CM: “CAT KICK!!!!” Just as XK is about to nail the Cat Kick finisher on Toan the Death Match Bastard ducks under causing the foot to go over the top rope and XK to hang himself up a bit. Tomoko is now on the apron and climbing up to the top turnbuckle where XK is caught up and Toan climbs after nailing her with hard right hands. XK manages to get his leg from off the top rope and then begins to climb upward himself. He moves in and hooks his arms between the legs off both opponents who are battling on the top and then lifts him up and off dropping the backward to the canvas and all three men suffer a brunt of the fall and lay in the ring staring at the lights. CM: “What a move by Xtreme Kitten!” A good majority of the crowd even those that usually have distain for Xtreme begin to chant his name out of respect for the top rope assault. [align=center]”KITTEN!!!! KITTEN!!! KITTEN!!! KITTEN!!!”[/align] KR: “XK looks to winning over the crowd with his desire to win this match!” [align=center]”F-I-DUB!!! F-I-DUB!!! F-I-DUB!!!”[/align] As the chanting dies down XK manages to roll to his hands and knees and moves over to Tomoko grabbing her by the neck and rolling her onto her hands and knees as well. He then stands her upward and nails her with a hard chop but to his surprise she fights back with one of her own. They now exchange blows back and forth until Tomoko takes advantage and begins to chop and punch him all about. [align=center]CHOP PUNCH CHOP PUNCH CHOP PUNCH[/align] She battles him back into the corner but that is when XK changes the tide and comes back with a series of chops and punches of his own. [align=center]CHOP PUNCH CHOP PUNCH CHOP PUNCH[/align] XK grabs her quickly by the arm and pulls her in going for the Hello Kitty Roundhouse Kick but Tomoko ducks out of the way and Tomoko jumps into the air with a back enzuguri but XK too ducks sending her dropping down to her hands and knees. She bounces back up but XK moves in from behind grabbing her by the waist with one hand and the other around her arm and neck before pulling her over with a tiger suplex. He then pulls her up to her feet and chops her across the chest before backing up and going forward with the Cat Kick and it takes Tomoko collapsing to the mat and done for. XK drops over like he is going to finish her off but then begins to lift her up. DV: “Where is Toan?” CM: “He’s on the outside but who cares…We have a new undisputed champion right here!” KR: “He’s getting over zealous and its going to backfire. Especially now that Toan is back in the ring!” Toan is in the ring and he is a full head of steam as he charges at XK who is pulling Tomoko to her feet for further punishment with his trusty fork in his hand ready to attack. Though XK instinctively grabs hold of him and drives him over with a huge power slam straight into the mat. XK then stands up scooping the fork up off the mat and begins to stalk around his prey as if he is going to use the fork but Mark Jackson interject to be sure it is not used grabbing him by the hand and warning him against it. XK argues but Jackson will not let go as the former Ordinary member tugs at it. KR: “We all know he won’t use it ref. XK detests weapons!” DV: “He’s just doing his job, Kurt. Give him a break!” Toan manages to get to his feet and kicks upward connecting with the hands of both XK and the ref. This causes XK to jolt backward and the fork to gouge directly into his forehead and as the camera zooms in you can see blood pooling underneath the mask and XK rolls to the ring apron holding his head as Toan makes back to his feet and goes after Tomoko who is back down on the mat suffering from the Cat Kick she fell victim to just moments earlier. He moves quick to pull her up to her feet and again to everyone’s surprise Tomoko still has some fight up her sleeve as she begins to chop away at the IC. He fights back and the two battle back and forth as they square off in the middle of the ring. Tomoko gains the upper hand with the chops and goes for last stiff one that Toan manages to duck through and grasps around her waist. Tomoko instantly fires off with consecutive elbows that weakens the IC’s grasp and then Tomoko bolts forward for the ropes. As she returns Toan is waiting and catches her up with the Sky High Facebuster planting her face firmly into the canvas. He then quickly rolls her over and pulls back on a leg as Mark Jackson begins his count. [align=center]...1 …2 …2.99999999 …KICK OUT!!![/align] At the very last second Tomoko bursts out of the pinfall attempt surprising Toan and the crowd all in the same. Toan quickly moves in and picks Tomoko up kicking her in the stomach and then tucks her head between his legs and hoists her up before driving her down to the mat with a high impact powerbomb. He now staggers over to the ropes and drops down to one knee clearly exhausted and unable to make any further progress at this point as his opponents are both down. He then moves back to his feet after catching his breath momentarily and then climbs to the top rope and signals for what we all know will put the final touch on this match up. DV: “He’s going for the Jesus Bomber!” KR: “This can’t be all!” With that Toan leaps into the air and drives both his knees downward across Tomoko’s chest completing his finisher. He then rolls over for the cover and Jackson is there to count it. [align=center]…1 …2 …BROKEN!!![/align] Just barely as the two is counted Xtreme Kitten finds his way into the match again and drops and forearm over the base of Toan’s neck breaking the fall. As Toan rolls off he moves into a seated position and XK is right there with a hard kick straight into his face that sends him backwards crashing to the mat with the back of his head and then sitting back up. XK rears up again and fires off with another kick to the face and Toan’s head crashes off the mat again. This time as he sits back upward he is able to block the kick and fires off a cheap shot to the testicles sending XK staggering backward. The ref does not see due to being behind XK. Toan then makes up to his feet and sinks his teeth into the masked opponents forehead in an attempt to further open the cut below his mask. He then hooks his arm around the head of XK and snap mares him to the canvas. He then wraps his arm around from behind as if he is going for a dragon sleeper. Though it is very obvious once locked in that this is a blatant choke hold by the International Champion and Mark Jackson gets in his face warning him of the repercussions if he does not release the choke. He ignores the warnings but then lifts XK up momentarily before dropping back down with a reverse DDT. Toan now moves back to his feet slowly and notices that Tomoko is rising to her feet as well in the corner. He moves in and drills her in the head with a stiff forearm and then pulls her out to the middle of the ropes where he whips her off into the opposing ropes. As she returns Toan bends down for a back body drop but is on the receiving end of a stiff kick instead. Tomoko then runs to the ropes and Toan turns just in time as she jumps onto the middle rope and moonsaults back into him and into a pinning predicament. [align=center]…1 …2 …KICK OUT!!![/align] Tomoko then moves to the ropes and begins to climb as XK begins to pull himself up on the ropes. She wastes way too much time getting perched on the top though as Toan gets back to his feet and palm thrusts her so that she falls straddling the top rope. He then moves up and grasps her by the tights and then throws her arm over his neck. He then steps up and pulls upward dropping backward with a superplex. This takes a huge toll on both of them and XK is not opposed to taking advantage of this and goes for the pinfall on Toan. [align=center]…1 …2 …SHOULDER UP!!![/align] He realizes that he is not going to get the pinfall on Toan so he goes after Tomoko who is still motionless next to them. CM: “If at first you don’t succeed. Try and try again!” KR: “My mom always told me persistence pays off!” [align=center]…1 …2 …SHOULDER UP!!![/align] Jackson holds up two fingers as XK moves back into action grabbing Toan by the neck as he gets back to his feet and pulls him in and drives him into the mat with a huge spinebuster and slides through hooking a leg for the pinfall. [align=center]…1 …2 …KICK OUT!!![/align] Without a blink of his eyes XK begins to drive massive palm strikes into the face of Toan beating him senseless. Toan does everything he can to ward off the assault but he just cannot free himself from XK. Though he does get himself free by making his reach to the ropes and Mark Jackson comes to the rescue pulling XK off of him. By now Tomoko is pulling herself back up in the corner but XK pays no attention as he pulls Toan back up off the mat and delivers a hard headbutt that staggers the IC. He the follows in with a throat thrust and then a knife edge chop for good measure that takes his opponent back off his feet. KR: “He better watch himself or Tomoko will take this one right from underneath him!” DV: “I thought you wanted her to win.” KR: “I do. I was just stating a fact!” CM: “You were just stating the obvious like you always do. But XK is too smart for that!” XK now turns his attention to Tomoko and snatches her out of the corner. Three well placed European uppercuts and Onamari goes staggering away from XK or so we all think. She then leaps into the air and nails him with a move of his own. KR: “That is XK’s Pele` Kick!” Kitten staggers in the center of the ring as Tomoko gets back to her feet and hooks him up before planting him firmly with the Tomoko Driver. KR: “TOMOKO DRIVER! TOMOKO DRIVER! TOMOKO DRIVER!” DV: “This may be our new undisputed champion folks!” [align=center]…1 …2 …3 …FOOT ON THE ROPES!!![/align] Toan is now back to his feet and receives Tomoko as she rises back to her feet and catches her with a headbutt the drops her back to the canvas. He then scoops down and picks Tomoko back to her feet and then digs down and picks her up for a slam and then slams her as hard as he can straight onto XK. The crowd then begin to chime in with their feelings of the match while clapping along. [align=center]”THIS IS AWESOME!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!![/align] He then picks Tomoko up and hooks her in for another suplex and when he lifts her up she shifts over behind him. He then fires off with three quick elbows that free him and then makes for the ropes quickly. Tomoko sprints after and quickly wraps her body around his so quickly that it is hardly visible. DV: “Crucifix!” KR: “NO ROLL UP!” CM: “BRIDGE OUT!!!” [align=center]…1 …2 …KICK OUT!!![/align] Both competitors get back to their feet and Tomoko is the first to move in hooking up Toan and quickly lifts him off his feet with the Tomoko Driver. She drops to a seated position as she completes the finisher and then quickly draws her body over his legs applying as much weight as she can to his shoulders. That is until out of no where she is victim of a devastating Cat Kick to the face and falls backwards on the mat. XK drops his body over Tomoko and hooks a leg. Mark Jackson is already in position from her pin attempt and begins to count. [align=center]…1 …2 …3[/align] Jackson completes the count and XK rolls off of Tomoko as the match completes and lays on his back in exhaustion. The official calls for the bell and then moves to the ropes for the belts. [align=center]DING DING DING[/align] The crowd all stand to their feet applauding the competitors of this match up. KR: “This sold out crowd on their feet in respect for all three competitors. This was one hell of a match by these three!” CM: “And just as predicted XK takes the victory.” DV: “This will definitely be a match of the year competitor!” Lucy slides into the ring to check on Xtreme Kitten as the ref turns back with the belts. She takes them promptly from Jackson and then urges XK to get to his feet. He pushes himself up slowly as he is clearly in pain and the crowd continue to applaud all three. The valet then begins to strap the belts around his waist as the ref raises his arm and Charles Cruz announces him the victor. Charles Cruz: “Here is your winner and UNDISPUTED SLAM! INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION………..XTREME KITTEN!!!!” |
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| Liger | Apr 10 2006, 10:18 PM Post #7 |
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JH: The TNT main event is just moments away. TM: Explosive doesn’t even begin to describe this match. Dante, Ragin’, and Kailey all have ties to one another. Swytch and Kailey have ties to each other. JH: And don’t forget that just a couple weeks ago, Ragin’ nearly beat Swytch for the Dual Crown Championship. TM: Thankfully that loser didn’t. Slam scum, former or not, with TNT’s top title just makes my stomach turn. JH: I might agree with you a little there. My money is on Kailey tonight. TM: A lot of men’s money ends up on Kailey… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the NO DISQUALIFICATION match for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP! Cue major crowd poppage. Girls, boys, women, men, all popping like a virgin’s che…err, popcorn, popping like popcorn. MA: The following two matches will take place at the same time in this ring. One match will see Dante Coles and Swytch face off! More crowd pops for the champion vs. champion aspect, but lots of boos for the bad guys…and some stray panties flying over head for their sexiness…sexiness damn it! MA: And the other match will see Ragin’ and Kailey Lane facing off! BOOM! Explosion, pieces of the crowd flying through the air while they incinerate. Not really, but that would be cool. But the crowd is wild for another chance to see Ragin’ vs. Kailey. It’s like Lays, you can’t have just one. Think about it, that’ll be even funnier when you REALLY get it. JH: The Ultimate Endurance Champion and the Dual Crown Champion will be squaring off and Ragin’ and Kailey will be going at it in the first two falls. TM: No they won’t. If they were going at it, then there wouldn’t be all that tension between them. JH: That’s not what I meant. TM: Oh, well, try using better wording next time. And you call yourself English, pah. [align=center]The house lights fade to complete darkness as the sound of a church organ rises up through the sound system. An ominous red glow seems to build over the stage as smoke starts to pour out and the beat of drums and hum of guitars picks up. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a lone figure seems to rise up through the smoke to the opening tune of Rob Zombie’s “Return of the Phantom Stranger”. Shape shifting high and a haunted eye Falling plastic and paper demons No trace of time, I'm branded sly I am your ghost master baby, free me[/align] JH: Who is this… TM: Irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead? JH: No…what? TM: Er, nothing. [align=center]Once the lift raises fully level with the offset stage, a crouching figure becomes visible in the thick wafting smoke. He tilts his head up, looking through crazed eyes and revealing a twisted grin. The man rises to his full height, showing off his painted features and shimmering belts slung over each shoulder. He walks off the staging from the side and onto ground level, wading through the smoke. Staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin as he treads down the aisle to the ring, clinging desperately to his Dual Crown belts. He steps along the apron to the corner where he climbs to the second turnbuckle. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle, his eyes constantly moving until they settle on the ring. All you know, is alone You see a, Phantom Stranger Down you go, all alone You love my, Phantom Stranger Stepping over the ropes, Swytch drops into the ring and walks right up to the referee, staring coldly with unrelenting intensity. Swytch holds his titles out in front of his body, submitting them grudgingly to the referee. He stalks into the corner and lazily leans back into it as the haunting rhythm of ‘Phantom Stranger’ fade out.[/align] MA: Introducing first, standing at 6 feet and 1 inch and weighing 230 pounds. He hails from Odessa, Texas and is the DUAL CROWN CHAMPION!! HE!! IS!! SSSWWWYYYYYYTTTCCCHHH!! The lights return to a normal dim setting. The crowd is torn between booing and cheering for the champion, half hating his seeming return to the dark side, the other half just cheering because nobody else is out there to cheer yet. MA: Introducing the next competitor, accompanied to the ring by his manager, Natalya Vladek. Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to emit over the PA system as darkness encloses the arena. The Tron shows the familiar static that’s starts the opening of Ragin’s video. Beneath the shadows of the dark, figures walk out into the arena and begin to align themselves on sides of the floor between the entranceway and ring. MA: He stands at 6 feet and 3 inches and weighs in at 277 pounds. He hails from Bogorodskoye, Russia and is the MASTER OF RAGE!! HE!! IS!! RRRAAAAAAGGGIIINNN’!! An eerie red mist starts to spray out from the sides of the entrance, slowly and shortly at first but getting longer so that the eye candy kneeling all the way to the ring in various positions of ‘worship’ can be made out. The words ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say’ are followed by drums that announce the first spark of explosions all around. Gold flows down around the Tron and barely visible amongst the smoke Ragin’ and Natalya stand near the entrance. Two spotlights beam down from either side of the arena, weaving and dancing as they follow the movement of the Russians JH: Natalya’s presence at ringside is more critical than ever in this no disqualification setting. TM: What you’re saying is, he can cheat and get away with it. JH: Yeah, pretty much. They walk through the mist, passing by near each young woman, mini explosions accompanying the passing of each scantily-clad young lady. Once they reach the ring there is one final explosion that heralds the end of the darkness and the lights going back up. The unnamed women depart silently with no fanfare and Ragin’ hauls himself up to the turnbuckle, with Natalya walking to the steps. He walks along the apron, the top rope slipping through an opened fist and he ascends to a position on the turnbuckle. Natalya steps into the ring and flaunts her assets to the watching fans. Meanwhile, Ragin’ raises his arms into the air, a half smile spreading across his face, his dead eyes staring out across the assembled audience. He drops to the mat and walks to Natalya, they talk briefly as he takes his shirt off and hurls it toward one section of fans who scramble to grab it. Natalya slips out of the ring and Ragin’ flexes and twists his muscles before the match. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the next competitor in this match, he stands at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighs in at 255 pounds, hailing from Los Angeles, California. 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 chorus of hateful boos. “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 floor with his championship in hand and company in the form of TNT general manager, Madison Lee. MA: He is the ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION!! THE ICON!! HE!! IS!! DANTE!! CCCOOOOOOLLLEEESSS!! The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring, Madison trailing only a few steps behind him. Reaching the ring, he climbs onto the apron and sits on the middle rope and pushes the top rope up. Madison walks up the ring steps and faces away from Dante, slipping one leg into the ring, then bending over straight legged. She stands that way far longer than necessary, Dante arching an eyebrow then grinning at the sight. She swings her other leg over the ropes and gets into the ring. TM: Mmm, look at all that ass. JH: Sparagus? TM: No, this is pay per view, I can say “ass”. JH: You’re such a child. Dante swivels around and slips through the ropes himself then hands the UEC belt over to Madison and she happily hoists it into the air for the crowd. Dante stands in front of Madison, dropping a knee to the canvas and posing with flexed arms turning the heat up more on the duo. Madison gives Dante a word or two of encouragement before taking his belt and slipping back out of the ring. TM: Speaking of ass, the TNT logo looks great plastered on the ass of those tiny wrestling shorts Dante’s wearing. JH: Madison’s new marketing…were you just checking out Dante’s rear end? TM: Huh? No! I never ever said it was a delicious hunk of caramel I’d like to sink my teeth into! JH: That’s just a little too disturbing for me to comment on. MA: And the last competitor in this match, she stands at 5 feet and 8 inches tall and hailing from Nashville, Tennessee. As the first riffs of "Defy You" by Offspring begin to play, smoke begins to billow from the stage. Kailey's silhouette slowly becomes visible through the smoke and remains in shadow while the opening bars continue. When the lyrics begin, she pushes through the smoke and takes her first steps toward the ring, waving to the crowd. When at the ring, she slides in between the top and middle rope, then takes a walk around the ring, waving to the fans before taking her corner. MA: She is the 2005 TNT Grand Prix winner!! SHE!! IS!! KAILEY!! LLLAAAAAANNNEEE!! JH: Here we go ladies and gentlemen, the moment we’ve been waiting for. Tony Clarke holds up the Dual Crown belts then passes them off at ringside. He calls for the… [align=center]DING!! DING!! DING!![/align] Swytch lounges in his corner, watching the other three look amongst themselves and him. Dante looks at Swytch, yells something, then looks at the referee and yells at him. Clarke shrugs his shoulders ‘cuz there’s really nothing he can do. Ragin’ smirks at Dante’s “dilemma” and gets a welcome surprise, or unwelcome, in the form a right cross to the jaw. He staggers back in surprise and shakes his head then snaps his eyes to the culprit; Kailey Lane, burning with anger and charging right at him. Ragin’ ducks another punch but has his feet swept out from under him. TM: Kailey is taking the fight to Ragin’ but it looks like our other duo is, uh, just standing there. JH: Swytch appears to be lounging. Dante could attack him if he really wanted to, but I don’t think he’s too ready to right now. Dante’s attention is grabbed by Madison on the outside. He backs away from Swytch and drops to the mat, rolling out to the floor. Madison and Dante have a chat about what’s going on while Natalya is having a conniption fit on the other side of the ring. Kailey’s gone into a mount on Ragin’, pummeling him in the face and chest with a lightning fast flurry of punches. JH: Kailey is a ball of fire right now! She’s just unloading on Ragin’ and he has nowhere to go. From the looks of it, Natalya doesn’t seem to like it too much. TM: Yeah well, that’s usually her place Kailey is in. Of course she doesn’t like it. Madison seems to enjoy the action, with Dante pointing something out and commenting on it. Madison agrees with whatever he’s saying, or she would, if she wasn’t looking up in shock. Dante looks at Madison then to whatever she’s looking JUST AS SWYTCH COMES OFF THE TURNBUCKLES, TWISTING IN AIR!! JH: SWYTCH OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!! TM: Somebody save Madison!! Luckily for her she’s out of the way before Swytch comes crashing down onto Dante. Both men fall into the ringside barricade in a heap. TC is torn between the action on the floor and the pummeling Ragin’ is taking. He gets caught checking on the former and Natalya takes advantage of the free access to the ring. She hops onto the apron without having the pesky ref there telling her that even if it is no DQ she shouldn’t be on the apron. JH: I knew this wouldn’t be fair. TM: That’s right. Everybody’s always bitching about Madison being out there for Dante’s matches, but Natalya’s the one who always gets involved in Ragin’s behalf. Before Natalya can get any further than the apron, Kailey springs back to her feet AND BLASTS NATALYA WITH A FOREARM IN THE FACE!! The Russian beauty falls off the apron and lands on her keester on the floor. JH: DAAAMN! That’ll teach that right whore to quit messing with Kailey! TM: Shame on you, Jonathon, shame on you. JH: You said “ass” and “bitch” earlier. TM: I did no such thing. JH: You did too! TM: I believe I said “bitching” not “bitch”, there is a difference. Kailey’s smirk says it all, until it turns to shock as the world spins around and she finds herself on her back. Ragin’ gets to his feet with a hold of Kailey’s leg and drags her into the center of the ring. He drops his elbow onto her knee and cranks the limb back. JH: Ragin’ pulled Kailey down by her britches and immediately went after her knee. He knows her speed is an advantage to her and without her legs she won’t be able to run away. TM: Or more importantly, land any of those dangerous kicks. Swytch is on his feet at ringside, dragging Dante along by both arms. Madison yells at Swytch, but he responds with a snarl and keeps dragging his victim along. Swytch pulls Dante to his knees THEN SLAMS HIS HEAD OFF THE RING STEPS!! JH: The sick sound of flesh and bone meeting steel is never a pleasant one. TM: Forget the sound of it, imagine what Dante’s feeling! His precious good looks are in danger! Oh yeah, I said good looks, despite what Kailey thinks. I know she’s hot for Dante, all women are! JH: Some guys too. *gives Thomas a knowing look* TM: Yeah, your infatuation with Dante disgusts me, Jonathon. JH: MY INFATUATION?! TM: You heard me. You sick, little man, you. Swytch hauls Dante to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He climbs the ring steps, up the turnbuckles, then leaps off and crashes into Dante with a knee drop! He rolls free and crawls to his feet, looking from Dante who’s clutching his face in pain, over to Kailey agonizing over her twisted knee. JH: What the hell is that maniac doing? Why is he even worrying about Ragin’ and Kailey right now? TM: Hmm, let’s see, you called him a maniac…sounds like reason enough for me, Hitchen. JH: No it’s not. TM: Well you just go over there and tell him that. JH: I may have the stones to question him from behind this desk, but a brave man I’m not. TM: Don’t we know it. Dante shakes his head clear and reaches for the ropes. He starts to drag his body up, but a hard knee shaped object, like Swytch’s knee, in his kidneys stops his progress. Dante lays sprawled chest first across the center rope. Swytch grins and takes off for the opposite side of the ring. He runs back AND GETS LEVELED BY A CLOTHESLINE!! TM: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! Ragin’ stands over Swytch, a smug grin on his face. He stomps a boot into the chest of the Dual Crown Champion for good measure then turns back to his first victim. Ragin’ grabs a handful of golden hair and hauls Kailey to her feet. She wriggles in his grasp, but a stiff chop to the throat settles her down. Ragin’ ducks down and grabs her ankle, lifting her high into the air. The Russian walks the woman around the ring THEN JAMS HER ALREADY TORTURED KNEE INTO THE CANVAS!! Kailey flops out of Ragin’s grasp, falling to the canvas and grabbing her worked over knee. JH: Keeping his attack focused on Kailey’s knee. TM: Three seconds ago his focus was on clotheslining the champ. I don’t know what the hell his deal is, but that just wasn’t right. JH: His first fall is with Kailey, yes, but you have to imagine that attack had more to do with the outcome of their match a couple weeks ago. Ragin’ circles around Kailey, stomping at her knee as he passes. She rips her hands away from the joint in an attempt to keep her fingers from getting caught in the crossfire. Kailey writhes on the canvas, leaving herself open for a leg drop right across the throat, but she rolls out of the way! Ragin’ gets to his feet but tumbles back down after a kick to the back of the knee. Kailey fires kick after kick with her good leg right into Ragin’s knee, returning the favor to her enemy. JH: Rapid fire kicks to the former World Heavyweight Champion’s knee! She may be twisted up inside with Ragin’ messing with her head and the whole Kennedy kidnapping, but she’s a focused ball of rage when she gets in that ring. TM: Pffft. She’s just making sure Ragin’ has to spend some time laid up on his back. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to throw on a skimpy nurse outfit and help him get better. JH: I seriously doubt that would happen. TM: Of course you do. You refuse to look at a woman sexually, choosing instead to check out caramel asses. Speaking of which, Dante is getting to his feet. He wipes the back of his hand over his face and sees Swytch slowly getting up in the center of the ring. Swytch gets to his feet and turns around NEARLY GETTING BEHEADED!! He ducks the lariat and swivels around BUT DANTE BEAT HIM TO IT AND NAILS AN ELBOW TO THE FACE!! The painted wonder is rocked back on his heels and nearly falls over after another elbow shot. Dante bounces backwards, springing off the ropes and toppling the lighter Swytch with a shoulder block. He drops down on Swytch, TC following suit ready for the pinfall, but instead is treated to a front row seat of Dante’s heavy fists crunching against Swytch’s face. TM: BEAT THE LITTLE CLOWN’S ASS!! JH: Is that another name for masturbation? TM: What? No! Jesus, you are disturbed! Go take a cold shower, freak. JH: Ugh, why do I bother with you! Ragin’ rolls onto his stomach from the force of Kailey’s kicks. She grabs the targeted leg, dropping her knee into Ragin’s back and pulls his foot toward his head. With her arm behind his knee, she turns the joint skyward, her face straining as she tries very literally to rip the leg apart at the seams. JH: Kailey has a single leg crab on Ragin’, slightly modified for excessive torque. TM: Now that looks painful. If she doesn’t rip his knee apart, she’s likely to yank his leg right away from his hip! JH: And a lot of good being the one legged man would do, Ragin’. TM: You making cracks about handicapped people now? You’re a pervert and a discriminator. JH: What?! I am not! Stop twisting my words! Kailey pulls back, her rage filled scream drowned out by the painful roar from the Russian in her clutches. On the other side of the ring, Dante is pulling Swytch to his feet by his hair. A hard European style uppercut sends Swytch stumbling back into the corner. Dante climbs the ropes and rains down the fists into Swytch’s painted cranium, Madison counting out each punch as it lands. JH: Dante has the champ reeling in the corner and surprise, surprise, Madison is loving every second of it. TM: Why shouldn’t she? He’s the only one in that damn ring that deserves to be the Dual Crown Champion! JH: You only get one soul and he already sold it for the Ultimate Endurance Championship. TM: HE WON THAT ON HIS OWN, DAMN IT!! Dante hops down from the turnbuckles, leaving Swytch to crumple down onto his ass. Dante walks away from the corner, hands raised in the air and getting a lot of boos from the crowd. Natalya has long since recovered from her little spill earlier and is back on the apron. She points frantically at Ragin’ struggling in Kailey’s grip, screaming at Dante to do something. He looks at her like she’s crazy and laughs in her face. Natalya’s face screws into a scowl AND SHE SLAPS DANTE!! JH: Whoa! Natalya just paint brushed Dante across the face! TM: Paint brushed? That slap was a little stronger than it needed to be! Dante’s once smug expression grows darker as he eyes the bold Russian beauty. She dares him to come closer again, claws at the ready for a little cat scratch. She takes a swipe at the half Samoan AND GETS HAULED OFF THE APRON!! JH: Oh my God! Natalya fell off the apron! Did Dante push her? The fans at the side of the arena know what happened and soon everybody else does. A quick replay on the tron shows Madison grabbing Natalya’s leg and yanking her off the apron. Back to real time, Madison is in a mounted position on Natalya, slapping her with all her girly might! TM: CAAAATTTFFFIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHTTTUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!! Heeled feet fly into the air, shapely legs kick, slender arms scratch and claw, and dark brunette hair is tugged and pulled in every direction. Dante’s eyes go wide in surprise as the buxom beauties trade top position and smack each other around. He slips out of the ring quickly, just as Natalya winds up on top of Madison. He grabs Ragin’s valet around the waist and hauls her from the general manager, kicking and screaming. Dante deposits Natalya’s luscious ass on the floor and goes to help his partner in crime. Madison bounds to her feet and makes a beeline for Natalya, but a strong arm holds her back. TM: Let her go, Dante! CHICK FIGHT! CHICK FIGHT! The crowd behind the commentators’ desk picks the chant up quickly and soon the arena is booming with chants of “CHICK FIGHT!!” In the ring, Ragin’ is reaching out to drag himself along the canvas. Kailey’s attention is momentarily brought to the action at ringside and Ragin’ managed to grab the nearest ropes. Kailey immediately breaks the hold only to kick Ragin’s arm off the bottom cord. She drops her ass square in the middle of Ragin’s back and grabs both legs this time, cranking back into a Boston crab. Ragin’ yells out, flinging his arms out and grabbing the rope much easier this time. JH: Kailey’s advanced her focus from one leg to both with that Boston crab, but Ragin’ is clinging to the ropes for dear life. TM: She had better drag him away, because with his size and strength and the ropes at his disposable, he could drag himself out of the hold. Dante is still holding back Madison, but having a hell of a time doing it with Natalya on his back now, trying to pluck his eyeballs out of their sockets. Madison swipes at Natalya when she can and soon Tony Clarke joins in the struggle. A couple stray refs come rushing from the back to help their colleague (and more importantly the boss lady) out. They manage to pry Natalya off Dante’s back, but she breaks free from them, rushing past Dante and diving on Madison again. The two women are back at it, more ferocious than ever AND THE CLOTHES START TEARING!! JH: Don’t you say it. Don’t you dare. TM: Mmmppphhh--BOOBIES! JH: You can’t even see anything but underwear. TM: Sexy, black, lacy underwear. It’s a far cry from those granny panties your mother wears. JH: YOU LEAVE MY MUM OUT OF THIS! Finally the referees manage to separate the battling babes apart, dragging each off away from the ring. Dante grabs Clarke by the collar of his shirt, immediately protesting Madison’s removal from ringside. TM: Hey they can’t do that! She’s the general manager, she’s allowed to be out here, damn it! It’s no disqualification! JH: I think it’s safer for her and Natalya if they remain backstage. Besides, she is the general manager and shouldn’t be put in harm’s way. Wouldn’t you agree? TM: You’re absolutely right. Natalya was totally being a jealous bitch because Madison is so much hotter. JH: I’m sure that was it. I suppose next you’re going to tell me that Dante is a much better package than Ragin’, right? TM: You really need to stop obsessing over Dante’s package. With a heavy sigh, Hitchen returns to the match at hand. Ragin’ is using the ropes to pull himself up and the shift in balance nearly causes Kailey to slide off. She regains herself and adjusts her position, swiveling around behind Ragin’ and grabbing his ankles in both hands. She yanks him off the ropes…NO!! Ragin’ breaks a foot free and kicks Kailey off. She staggers backwards right into Dante. She turns around to protest his invasion of her person space, but before she can even fully spin around, he shoves her right back to where she came from. Ragin’ catches Kailey in a rear waist lock THEN HEAVES HER BACKWARDS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!! TM: GEEEEEEERRRRRMMMMMAAAAAANNNNNNUUUUUUHHHH!! JH: It looks like personal feelings have not been left out of this match. TM: No freaking kidding, retard. Dante grins at his handiwork, dusting his hands off, he turns around GETTING HIS HEAD KICKED OFF!! JH: WHAT A KICK BY THE DUAL CROWN CHAMPION!! Dante’s on dream street! He never saw it coming and dear God did you see his head snap back?! Swytch stands over Dante, snarling at the shaken man. Dante tries to get back up, but a sudden drop of 230 pounds onto his abdomen keeps him firmly planted on the canvas. Dante throws an instinctive punch that catches all air and then his nose catches all elbow. Swytch lays the elbows in, one after another, into Dante’s face then suddenly jumps to his feet. He finds the nearest turnbuckle and leaps up onto the top. Swytch crouches low on the top buckle, poised and ready his legs tense and he springs off…NO! Ragin’ “casually” leans into the ropes, knocking Swytch from his perch and crotching him on the top. Swytch’s face scrunches in pain as his hands float down to the injured area. Ragin’ cuts his hands through the air, signaling that he’s had enough…enough of what, who knows. TM: Now wait just one damn minute! First his stupid whore gets involved-- JH: THOMAS!! How dare you say that about Kailey! TM: I was talking about Natalya, you twit! And wait until Kailey finds out what you called her, boy is she going to be pissed. JH: I didn’t mean it! I thought you were…never bloody mind! Ragin’ drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He stomps over to the timekeeper’s table, throws poor Timmy off his seat, and takes the chair. Ragin’ slaps the chair closed and heads back for the ring. JH: The Master of Rage is armed with a chair and highly dangerous. TM: There are bodies all over the ring. Dante’s still out from that kick to the face, Swytch is twitching about on the turnbuckles, and Kailey’s just now peeling the back of her neck off the canvas after that German. JH: I’m mostly worried about Kailey at this point in time. Ragin’ doesn’t have to pin either of the other two just yet and if he’s looking to wear somebody out with that chair, it’s going to be Kailey. Ragin’ climbs onto the apron, sliding his chair into the ring. He slips over the bottom rope and gets to his feet. Ragin’ grabs the chair immediately, stalking right over to Kailey who’s managed to get herself on her knees. Ragin’ stops just in front of the prone Southerner, raising his chair with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. Ragin’ brings the chair down RIGHT ON KAILEY’S…NOO!! RAGIN’ DROPS THE CHAIR, HIS KNEES GIVING OUT UNDER HIM AND CRUMBLES TO THE MAT!! TM: LOW BLOW!! LOOOOOOW BLLOOOOOOWWWWWW!! JH: Ooh, he’ll be feeling that into the wee hours of the morning. TM: I wonder if she liked what she felt down there. JH: From the look on her face, I’m going to venture out on a limb and say no. Then again it could be because he was just about to decapitate her with a chair that she’s looking a little sourly at him. TM: Hey, nothing says “I love you” like a steel chair to the head. Kailey seizes the opportunity, pushing Ragin’ over onto his back and sprawling out over him with a cover. TC hits the canvas… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! TH---KICKOUT!![/align] Kailey gets to her feet, kicking the chair aside. She runs to the far ropes, launching herself off them and landing a dropkick to Ragin’s hip. JH: Low blow, pin attempt, Ragin’ kicked out and Kailey’s going right back to work on that leg and hip now. TM: Not a bad idea on her part, though I suggest she keep Mr. King of Kings away from the furniture if she wants to keep her head on her shoulders. On the turnbuckle, Swytch is starting to recover. He’s dislodging his wang from the turnbuckle pad, getting his feet back under himself. Perched again at the top, he looks to the ring at Dante… CLANG!! JH: DANTE JUST CRUSHED SWYTCH THAT CHAIR!! TM: HAHA! If you think Ragin’s a badass with a chair, just wait until you see Dante in action! Dante drops the chair on the canvas. He climbs up the turnbuckles and hooks Swytch up THEN THROWS HIM OFF THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A SUPLEX!! TM: UUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAANNNNAAAAAGGGGGGEEEE!! Dante gets to his feet, falls backwards into the ropes and springs off them, snapping a leg drop right across the throat of Swytch. Kailey avoids Swytch’s flailing limbs, grabbing Ragin’s leg and locking in a simple leg bar. The Russian grits his teeth in pain, trying to roll off his back. JH: Kailey Lane is showing an incredible change in her wrestling style tonight. She hasn’t been about the usual kicks and gritty street fight techniques. TM: That’s right, instead she’s been relying heavily on submissions and she’s had Ragin’s leg targeted for the entire match. Dante hauls Swytch up by his hair. He hooks Swytch in a loose face lock, and then drives his knee into Swytch’s ribs. Dante tightens his hold then hammers his elbow down into Swytch’s back. He pushes Swytch’s head down and moves into a standing headscissor. Dante raises his hand up, pointing to the sky, a smug grin on his face. His expression changes slowly into a scowl and his hand then comes down, thumb pointing to the ground. He wraps his arms around Swytch’s waist and hoists the Dual Crown Champion onto his shoulders. TM: YES!! He’s going for the Fall From Grace! How fitting that Swytch’s reign comes to an end to this move! Dante swirls around, tightening his grip on the Champion perched on his shoulders THEN SLAMS HIM DOWN…NOOOO!! JH: The Champion is fighting back!! With right hands, left hands, and some dastardly pokes to the eyes, Swytch tries to fight free of Dante’s grasp. Dante staggers around the ring, nearly tripping over Kailey and Ragin’s tangled bodies. He stumbles into the ropes, unable to fight off the onslaught from Swytch. Leaning to the ropes, Dante changes his hand position, pushing up on Swytch’s legs AND LAUNCHING THE CHAMPION OFF HIS SHOULDERS OUTSIDE OF THE RING!! Swytch crashes into the ringside barricade, smacking his face off the structure. JH: AAARRRGGGHHH!! Swytch may be out cold! TM: He must have caught at least seven feet of air before his head broke his fall. Dante leans against the ropes, rubbing at his eyes. On the other side of the ring, Ragin’ manages to break his leg free of Kailey’s hold, using his other leg to kick her off. He scrambles to his feet and leans against the ropes for support. Kailey gets to her feet as well. JH: Ragin’ and Kailey are back up, but Ragin’ looks to be heavily favoring that leg. I wonder how much damage Kailey’s done to it and if another submission move to that leg will force Ragin’ to tap out. TM: That’d be just the thing to take some of that arrogance out of the self-righteous prick. Not only tapping out to a TNTer, but to Kailey. I’d love to see the look on his face then. Kailey moves in, throwing a high roundhouse kick at Ragin’s head, but the Russian has just enough left to duck it in time. Kailey ends up against the ropes and Ragin’ grabs her wrist. He shoots her across the ring, but Kailey counters, swinging Ragin’ around and sending him across with an Irish whip RIGHT INTO A CLOTHESLINE FROM DANTE!! TM: WHOO!! HELLACIOUS clothesline from the Ultimate Endurance Champion! JH: Payback for Natalya trying to claw his eyes out earlier, I would presume. TM: Or maybe The Icon is just showing the Master of Rage that it takes a lot more than being a sanctimonious bitch to be a champion here on TNT. JH: That’s a bit of a hypocritical message from Mr. Coles, wouldn’t you say. Kailey looks at Dante from behind narrowed eyes. He shrugs at the Tennessee native then starts to step through the ropes. Kailey marches across the canvas, grabs Dante’s shoulder and spins him around. Dante stands in front of Kailey, casting her a questioning glance THEN GETS SMACKED IN THE FACE!! TM: She can’t do that! You don’t treat The Icon with that kind of disrespect! JH: I think it’s a bit more than just disrespect. Stunned, Dante falters and staggers back a step. He shakes his head and glares at Kailey who responds WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND TO DANTE’S JAW!! Dante leans back into the ropes and Kailey grabs him by the arm, sending him across the ring. Dante counters, squatting his weight down, then pulling Kailey in and lifting her up AND SLAMMING HER DOWN TO THE CANVAS!! TM: SPIIIIIIINNNNEEEEEBBBBBUUUUUUSSSSSTTTTTTUUUUUHHHHH!! JH: Swytch, Ragin’, and Kailey are all down at the hands of Dante Coles! Dante rolls out of the ring, getting to his feet on the floor. He looks out at the crowd and throws his hands in the air, eliciting a roar of boos. He grins at the fan reaction then makes his way towards the fallen Dual Crown. Dante grabs Swytch by his vest and drags his body around the ring. He hauls Swytch to his feet, scooping the Dual Crown up and deposits his body on the Japanese announce desk. JH: Our colleagues at the Japanese desk are scattering from the broadcast positions. TM: I don’t blame them, I don’t see why everybody insists on destroying out work stations. Dante hammers Swytch with a couple right hands to his already battered head. He moves to the ring, climbing the apron and ascending the turnbuckles. Dante holds his fist in the air THEN LEAPS OFF THE TURNBUCKLES BURYING HIS ELBOW INTO THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! JH: SWYTCH GOT UP!! SWYTCH GOT UP!! The Dual Crown Champion rolled out of the way just in the nick of time!! TM: OH MY GOD!! Somebody help Dante!! Quick, check his face! Make sure his sexiness hasn’t been marred!! Dante writhes in pain in the rubble, clutching his elbow to his chest. Swytch crawls across the floor to the ring and then… JH: Did Swytch just crawl under the ring? TM: I dunno, where’d the little bastard go? I think he did. What the hell is he up to? In the ring, Ragin’ is getting back to his feet. He sees the ring empty except for Kailey’s limp form in the middle of it. Ragin’ shakes his head clear and looks again, then staggers over to Kailey, dropping down on the 2005 Grand Prix winner for a cover. TC hits the canvas and makes the count… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOOOOO!! KAILEY GETS HER SHOULDER UP!![/align] JH: KAILEY GOT THE SHOULDER UP!! TM: Oh thank God! Ragin’ can’t believe it. He slams his palm against the mat, shooting an incredulous look at the referee. Tony Clarke holds up two fingers then makes a showing of jerking his shoulder to show that Kailey got hers up in time. Ragin’ slaps the mat again then gets to his feet. He grabs Kailey by the hair and hauls the TNT Lady to her feet, planting his boot firmly in her slim midsection. Ragin’ moves into a standing headscissor, holding his arms out to the side, the hoists Kailey into the air. JH: I think Ragin’s looking to end this one here. TM: Well damn it, somebody stop him! Ragin’ drops to his ass, bringing Kailey out AND PLANTING HER FACE INTO THE CANVAS!! He rolls her body over. JH: FEATURE REMOVER!! Kailey’s been on the receiving end of that move before. TM: It’s the whole damned reason she and Ragin’ have been up each other’s butts for the past three freaking years! JH: I think it runs a little deeper than that, Thomas. TM: Oh I’m sure he was running deep in that… JH: THOMAS!! Ragin’ sprawls over Kailey, hooking her leg. Tony Clarke drops to the mat… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!![/align] TM: NOOO!! HE BEAT KAILEY!! JH: NO HE DIDN’T!! TM: WHERE THE HELL DID THAT LADDER COME FROM?! Tony Clarke indicates to the crowd that the pin was broken up before the three. Slowly a painted face rises up from the other side of the ring. Swytch peeks into the ring, looking at the ladder that magically appeared in there and landed on Ragin’ and Kailey, a slow grin creeping along his features. He slides into the ring and gets to his feet. JH: SWYTCH!! He tossed the ladder in the ring and managed to break up the pin attempt! Ragin’ is writhing on the canvas, reaching for his back where the ladder hit. Kailey isn’t much in it, but she’s starting to stir. Swytch grabs his ladder, then kicks Ragin’ in the back for good measure before making his way across the ring. He sets the ladder up near the ropes and starts to climb the aluminum monstrosity (it’s not steel and you’re retarded if you believe JR when he says it is). At the top, Swytch giggles as he looks down at ringside, but his expression changes quickly to shock as he realizes he’s falling backwards AND CRASHES BACK ONTO THE CANVAS!! Swytch’s body convulses and twitches at the impact, the ladder landing on top of him, with an angry Ragin’ revealed to be the culprit. JH: Ragin’ just dumped Swytch off that ladder and if that wasn’t enough, made sure the damn thing fell on Swytch! TM: I bet having his sure pin broken up by Swytch’s retarded antics didn’t make him too happy. Ragin’ brings a knee under himself and starts to rise to his feet WHEN A FOOT COMES HURTLING AT HIS FACE BUT RAGIN’ DUCKS IT!! Kailey regains her balance after the missed kick, spinning around right into a punch to the gut. Ragin’ gets to his feet, whipping Kailey across the ring into the far ropes. She rebounds across the ring and gets scooped up by Ragin’, but Kailey spins around his body THEN PLANTS RAGIN’ WITH A DDT!! The crowd roars to life as Ragin’s head is spiked into the canvas!! JH: KAAAIIILLLEEEYYY-GGGOOO-RRROOOUUUNNNDDDUUUUUUHHH!! TM: Ragin’s head was DRILLED into the canvas! Make the cover, Kailey!! MAKE THE COOOOVEEERRR!! But both competitors are down on the mats. Ragin’ is laid out on his back looking up at the lights with a glazed expression. Kailey is face down trying to push herself up to her feet, but her body just won’t cooperate. JH: She’s so damn close, if she can just cover Ragin’ she can advance to the next part of the match and be that much closer to becoming the new Dual Crown Champion!! Ragin’ jerks up into a sitting position, then rolls onto his hands and knees. Kailey uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet, leaning against the cords for support. Ragin’ manages to get his knees under himself and sit up on them. He tries to rise to his feet and finds the task simpler than he thought because he’s being helped up from behind. TM: Swytch has Ragin’!! Swytch locks the Russian in an inverted front face lock THEN SNAPS BACKWARDS AND DRIVES HIS HEAD INTO THE MAT WITH A DDT!! Swytch pops up to his feet, snarling down at the former World Heavyweight Champion. JH: MIIIIIIIIINNNNNDDD FUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKUUUUUGGGGHHHH!! Swytch takes a step backwards and his feet pulled out from under him. He flops onto his back to see Dante dragging him out of the ring!! Swytch lands on his feet at ringside AND GETS BLASTED IN THE FACE WITH A RIGHT HAND!! Dante grabs Swytch by the scruff of the neck AND RUNS HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE RING POST!! TM: YES!! Dante is back in it and he smeared Swytch’s face against the steel!! Kailey recovers from the ropes and stumbles to the center of the ring. She drops onto Ragin’ and hooks a leg instinctively, TC dropping down in a heartbeat… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!![/align] JH: SHE DID IT!! KAILEY PINNED RAGIN’!! KAILEY’S ADVANCED IN THE MATCH!! Tony Clarke gets to his feet and signals the timekeeper who rings the bell once. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, Kailey advances via pinfall!! The crowd roars, “KAILEY!!” chants breaking out amongst them. Kailey herself drags her body to the nearest corner and slumps into it. Ragin’s groggy form is rolled out of the ring and helped away from the ring. Outside the ring, Swytch is being thrown from ringside into the barricades by Dante. The half Samoan reaches into the ring and grabs the errant chair from earlier in the match. He taps the end of it on the floor and beckons Swytch to get his ass up. The Dual Crown Champion obliges, slowly rising to his feet with the help of the barricades. Dante loads up the chair AND HAMMERS IT DOWN BUT CATCHES NOTHING BUT BARRICADE!! JH: Close call for Swytch, but a few fans at ringside might want to think twice about grabbing onto the barricade if they’d like to keep their fingers in tact. Dante swings around AND SLAMS THE CHAIR INTO THE SIDE OF THE RING JUST AS SWYTCH MANAGES TO SLIDE INTO IT!! Swytch scurries across the canvas, fleeing the chair wielding man. Dante dives under the bottom rope and gives chase to Swytch, who’s on his feet now. Swytch swoops down, grabbing the ladder and lunging towards a rising Dante, catching him square in the abdomen with the head of the ladder. Dante drops his chair, doubling over from the blow. Swytch drops the ladder and moves in, quickly underhooking both of Dante’s arms THEN SWINGS HIM AROUND AND PLANTS HIS FACE INTO THE FACE OF THE CHAIR!! JH: THE MISERY CHORD!! Swytch planted Dante’s face into that chair with the Misery Chord!! TM: It’s not supposed to happen like this! Stop him, Kailey! Do something you lazy cow! JH: THOMAS MOORE!! TM: What? Aw I didn’t mean it. We all love Kailey. *mumbles*Cow better help Dante, damn it.*mumbles* Swytch rolls Dante onto his back and makes the covers. Kailey watches through tired eyes as Tony Clarke goes to make the count… [align=center]ONE!! Kailey starts to get out of the corner… TWO!! She makes a move toward Swytch and Dante… THREE!![/align] Tony Clarke jumps to his feet and signals the timekeeper again. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, Swytch advances via pinfall!! TM: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! JH: Swytch is one step closer to keeping his title. He and Kailey have been battered and bruised all through this match and you have to wonder just exactly who is the worse for wear. TM: Kailey had a little bit of rest and…KICK TO SWYTCH’S HEAD!! Just as Swytch gets to his knees, Kailey unloads a vicious roundhouse kick to Swytch’s temple. The champ sways and rocks from the impact AND KAILEY UNLOADS A SECOND KICK THAT SENDS THE CHAMP FLAT ON HIS BACK!! Kailey dives into a cover before the referee is even finished getting Dante’s carcass out of the ring!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOOO!! KICKOUT!! SWYTCH KICKS OUT!![/align] JH: Kailey NEARLY had the champion beat! The Dual Crown was right in her grasp, but Swytch kicked out! Kailey gets to her feet quickly, but Swytch is still feeling the effects of those kicks. He’s crawling on hands and knees toward the ropes when Kailey runs at him and NAILS A SOCCER KICK RIGHT IN THE CHAMPION’S RIBS!! The crowd is at a fevered pitch with Kailey’s quick dominance over the champion. Swytch seeks refuge, rolling from the ring and dropping stomach first onto the floor. TM: Kailey’s got the Dual Crown Champion on the run!...or the crawl, if you wanna be specific. JH: I’ll be honest, I’m a little surprised to see her take such a forward approach against Swytch. I wonder if she’s looking well beyond those Dual Crown belts and thinking more about getting her friend back. TM: She damn well better be! Kennedy is more important at the moment, Jonathan, even that little raisin of a brain you have should know that! Kailey follows Swytch out of the ring, dare I say, stalking her prey? Swytch crawls away on his hands and knees, around the ring, Kailey stalking after him in a Jason-esque manner. She follows him slowly, her blank expression possibly more frightening than if she were to be showing any anger at the moment. Swytch crawls just a little faster, putting some distance between him and Kailey, disappearing around another corner of the ring. TM: AHA! Look at Swytch run away, from a woman no less! JH: Again you degrade Kailey with remarks like that. TM: I’m just saying, Swytch is supposed to be the menacing presence on TNT and here he is, crawling away from Kailey. Kailey picks up her pace, rushing around the corner of the ring… THWACK!! …Kailey crumples to her knees. TM: GAH! Trashcan lid to the head!! JH: Swytch was just baiting her! He was drawing her in and took advantage of the situation. Swytch gets to his feet, the mangled trash can lid in his hand and a twisted grin on his lips. He looks down at Kailey, licking his lips THEN SMACKS HER OVER THE HEAD AGAIN! The crowd’s cheers and chants for Kailey immediately morph into hate for the Dual Crown Champion. He grins down at Kailey, tossing the disfigured weapon aside and grabbing two handfuls of golden hair. He drags Kailey along on her knees to the ring steps, SMACKING HER FACE OFF THE STEEL then dragging her body over the steps. JH: I’m having flashbacks to their title match several weeks ago when Swytch had Kailey in this very position. TM: And the sick bastard hit a twisting moonsault onto her. He nearly broke her ribs! JH: Well he just may be trying to finish the job tonight. Swytch climbs the steps, stomping down on Kailey’s back, then ascends the outside of the ring post. He perches himself atop the turnbuckles THEN FLIPS BACKWARDS AND TWISTS AROUND AND CRASHES DOWN ONTO COLD HARD STEEL!! JH: KAILEY MOVED!! SHE GOT OUT OF THE WAY!! Swytch rolls down the metal steps, wriggling around like a fish out of water, reaching for his back. Kailey staggers toward the announce desk, holding her swollen nose, checking for signs of blood but finding none. TM: You look great, Kailey, now go kick the freak’s ass! Kailey shoots a glare to Thomas who holds his hands up in surrender. She turns her attention back to the writhing form that is Swytch and walks over to his broken body. She grabs his vest and pulls Swytch to his feet, leaning him back against the barricade. Swytch slumps down, his arms across the barricade keeping him from falling to his ass, but leaving him open for a STIFF KICK TO THE RIBS!! Kailey reels off three more stiff kicks to the ribs before Swytch’s body falls to the floor at her feet. JH: Kailey is back to doing what she does best. TM: Glad to see she’s taking my advice and kicking his painted ass all over the place. JH: Oh I’m sure she did that just for you. TM: She did, she likes me ya know. With some effort, Kailey drags Swytch to his feet and pushes him under the bottom rope. She slides in after the champion and gets to her feet before Swytch has a chance to recover. Kailey grabs Swytch’s vest by the arm holes and lifts him to his feet, propping him up in the corner. She finds the zipper and opens the vest, exposing Swytch’s meaty chest THEN SMACKS A CHOP ACROSS HIS FLESH! The smack echoes over the crowd noise and that just drives them wilder. Kailey rears back and SMACKS ANOTHER HARD CHOP ACROSS SWYTCH’S CHEST!! A long “WHOOO” breaks out over the arena at the sight of Swytch’s flesh turning a deep red. JH: Kailey is going to town on Swytch. You think she was a Ric Flair fan when she was younger? TM: I’m thinking she dug Hogan, but those chops would definitely give Flair a run for his money. Kailey rears back again AND SMACKS ANOTHER…NOO!! Swytch catches her arm and swivels around, throwing Kailey into the turnbuckles. He leans in close to her face, growling loudly THEN LATCHES ONTO HER FOREHEAD!! TM: HE’S BITING!! HE’S BITING!! SOMEBODY CALL ANIMAL CONTROL!! JH: That’s disgusting! I can’t believe Swytch would resort to…no, wait, yes I can believe it. TM: How you can be so calm?! She’s going to need rabies shots after this match! She won’t get a chance to celebrate her win! Kailey’s arms flail in protest. She finds the mass in front of her, pushing at Swytch’s chest, but he grabs a firm hold of her upper arms and bites all the harder at her forehead. Swytch drags Kailey out of the corner, riding her down to the mat, never unsinking his teeth from her flesh. Kailey kicks her legs, screaming out at the violation. Swytch suddenly stops, sitting up on his knees with a disturbing, bloody toothed grin on his face. Kailey tries to scramble away, wiping her forearms over her face, but only managing to smear the trickling blood over her brow. JH: He drew blood! That is just sick! TM: Oh God, I hope he doesn’t see it. He might try to lick it off! Kailey manages to back away from Swytch, but mostly because he’s on his feet. He drops down in the nearest corner, ripping the turnbuckle pad off the middle buckle. JH: What the hell is he doing? TM: Seriously. Doesn’t he know you’re supposed to take the top pad off, not the middle one? Kailey gets to her feet and manages to clear any blood remnants from inhibiting her vision. She sees Swytch in the corner and charges in after him while his back is turned. Swytch gets to his feet and spins around LEVELING KAILEY WITH A SHUFFLE KICK TO THE HEAD!! JH: ARGH!! How did he know she was coming?! TM: That was a little creepy. Kailey had the jump on him, but somehow Swytch reacted in time to save his own hide. Swytch looks down at Kailey, then around the ring, spotting the discarded ladder from earlier. He snatches the ladder up, folding it closed and laying it over Kailey’s body. Swytch stomps his foot down on the ladder, driving it into Kailey’s body before turning to the turnbuckles. He climbs the ropes, getting to the top and perching himself there. Swytch starts to rise to his full height when Kailey shoves the ladder off her body. She springs to her feet and rushes to the corner PUSHING SWYTCH’S LEGS OUT FROM UNDER HIM AND CROTCHING HIM ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! JH: Ooohh, that’s twice tonight Swytch has found himself in that position. TM: That’s not a bad thing. The last thing we kneed is more of him running around. There should be a law that requires psychopaths to get neutered. Kailey spins around and grabs the ladder from the mat. She sets it up near the corner and climbs the side closest to Swytch. Once Kailey reaches a suitable height, she reaches back and hooks Swytch into a crucifix position. Kailey grits her teeth and keeps her legs steady, stepping up the next few rungs of the ladder until Swytch is forced to stand on the turnbuckle again. JH: He’s too big, Kailey, you won’t be able to pull this off. TM: What’s the worse that can happen? She loses her grip and Swytch gets his bag of marbles crushed again? I’m not seeing the bad here. Kailey takes one more step up the ladder, amazingly getting Swytch just off his feet THEN SHE DROPS OFF THE LADDER TO THE CANVAS LETTING SWYTCH GO AND SMACKING HIS FACE RIGHT INTO THAT EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!! JH: SOUTHERN CROSS!! SOOOOOUUUUUTTTTHHHHEEERRRRNNN CCCCRRRROOOOSSSSSUUUUGGGGHHHH!! TM: I don’t believe she hit it!! She hit it on Swytch!! JH: Swytch’s face smacked right into that exposed turnbuckle!! Kailey rolls off her rear end, wincing in pain. Swytch flops off the turnbuckle, falling back onto the canvas, his outside of his eyebrow split wide open and blood pouring down his white face. TM: She busted Swytch open! Ha, after that she should start calling it Blood on the Southern Cross! Eww, that looks gross! Is it supposed to be all shiny and pink under your skin like that? JH: Ew, Thomas, stop it. Kailey rolls over towards Swytch, flopping down boneless on top of him. TC hits the canvas, smacking the mat… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOOO!! SWYTCH KICKS OUT!! SWYTCH KICKS OUT!![/align] TM: NOOO!! HOW THE HELL?! JH: Kailey either doesn’t know he kicked out or she doesn’t care, because she’s just getting to her feet. She looks down at Swytch on the mat, both of them breathing much too hard for their liking. She grabs the opens ends of Swytch’s vest and starts to drag him to his feet. Swytch helps her out by trying to stand on his own. Kailey spins Swytch around, yanking the hindering vest off the man’s shoulders. She snakes her arm under Swytch’s and locks in a half nelson then reaches across his body with her other arm, but Swytch turns away. He pulls his arm free, repositions it AND SNAPS KAILEY DOWN WITH A REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!! Both competitors lie on the canvas, Swytch on his back looking up to the lights, Kailey on her stomach, not moving at all. JH: ONE SECOND OF INNNSSSAAAAANNNNIIIIITTTTTYYYY!! TM: She was going for the Southern Discomfort, but that bastard countered it and hit that damned reverse leg sweep!! |
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| Liger | Apr 10 2006, 10:20 PM Post #8 |
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The lights suddenly flicker uncontrollably, causing Swytch to climb to his feet in confusion. The lights continue to flicker as broken guitar chords screech over static-filled speakers. Immediately after, Evanescence’s “Lies” blares over the speakers, bringing the crowd to their feet in anticipation. JH: What the… oh my God! Is it? TM: It’s her! It’s her! Where is she? The curtain flutters moments before Kennedy steps out onto the floor, the crowd breaking out into a frenzy as they spot the woman who’s been missing for the past two months. Kennedy pays them no attention whatsoever as her gaze is fixated on one man and one man only. Swytch. JH: It is her, Thomas! Kennedy’s back! But how? TM: Does it matter? She’s back! And as the old saying goes, if looks could kill! JH: Look at Swytch’s! The psychotic nutcase that he is! Swytch stares back at Kennedy, a maniacal grin teasing at his lips as he watches the woman he tormented, march towards the ring, her stone-cold gaze never leaving him. She dives in under the bottom rope and immediately gets back to her feet, staring into the eyes of her tormentor. Swytch chuckles at the sight of the little soldier, actually beckoning her to come closer. Kennedy obeys, advancing on him with a quiet rage boiling on the surface. TM: Oh boy. I don’t know if this is a good idea. JH: Last time these two met, it did not end good for Kennedy. Kennedy rears back and KNOCKS KAILEY BACK TO THE CANVAS WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE TEMPLE!! What? Huh? Kailey? Swytch giggles at the sight of Kailey laid back out the instant she attempts to recover from the One Second of Insanity! JH: What the hell?! Kennedy just-- TM: An accident! It was an accident! It was no accident, unfortunately for Kailey. Kennedy stands over the fallen contender, a proud smirk on her face. Swytch is absolutely giddy, breaking out into an “I have to pee” dance as he watches the scene unfold before him. Kennedy cranes her head in Swytch’s direction, her smile never leaving her face. The two move in on one another, meeting in the center of the ring. Their eyes stare into one another for a moment until Kennedy backs off, pointing at the downed Lady in the ring. JH: What the hell is this? What the hell is going on?! TM: Say hell as many times as you want, Jonathan. I have no freakin’ idea! Why isn’t Kennedy murderizing Swytch?! Swytch bounds over to Kailey, grabbing her by the arms and dragging the limp body to a vertical position. He underhooks both of Kailey’s arms, giving Kennedy one final look before spinning himself and Kailey full-circle in one fluid motion before DRIVING KAILEY FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A ROTATING FACE-BUSTER! JH: The Misery Chord on Kailey! As if that’s necessary after everything that’s already been done to her in this match! TM: Jonathan! Why isn’t Kennedy bashing Swytch’s face in?! Swytch flips Kailey over onto her back, making a cover as he stares up into Kennedy’s eyes. Kennedy nods with a twisted smirk on her face as Tony Clarke, confused as ever, makes the count. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner and STTTTIIILLLL DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… SSSWWWWYYYYTTTCCCHHHH!!!!!! JH: Dammit! Swytch kept the damn belts! They were right in Kailey’s grasp! TM: But… But… But… As Thomas stutters on, Swytch sits up on his knees, “Return of the Phantom Stranger” reprising over the speakers as the crowd’s boos attempt to drown it out. Cups and popcorn and nacho containers are flung into the ring, doing no real damage to anyone but poor Kailey who’s laid unmoving on the canvas. Swytch reclaims his feet, staring straight at Kennedy who continues to smile proudly. Kennedy’s eyes move from his eyes towards Tony Clarke as he brings the Dual Crown Titles into the ring. Kennedy snatches the belts of Tony’s grasp before looking down at the gold plates. TM: Oh good! Here we go! Remember those Kennedy? They’re yours! That freak stole them! Kennedy looks back up at Swytch, blood swimming down the side of his face, her smile returning as she presents them to their owner. Swytch snatches up what’s his, grinning down into his own reflection in the gold plates. JH: Kailey didn’t even have a chance in this thing, did she?! Was this a damn set-up? Costing Ragin’ his fall to ensure Kailey would make it in the final? Kennedy’s abduction? Her conveniently timed return? Swytch’s head rises up, a deep chuckle coming from his lips as he looks towards his partner in crime. Swytch throws the belts to the canvas and moves in on Kennedy, roughly grabbing her by the arms! He snakes his hand up, tangling his fingers in her hair and yanking it back, then moves in, their tongues on display as the mortal enemies engage in a crowd-sickening kiss! JH: What the… what the… what the hell am I watching?! TM: MY EYES! MY EYES! WHERE’S MY PEN?!? The newly formed duo part, much to the crowd’s delight, and reclaim the fallen gold on the canvas as Tony Clarke tends to Kailey Lane. Swytch leads the way from the ring, Kennedy hesitating a moment to smirk down at the fallen blonde. The champ and his new lady(?) make their way back up the aisle, the crowd verbally assaulting them the entire time. They pause near the entrance, turning back towards the ring as Swytch raises the titles up in the air to a deafening round of boos from the live crowd. Unfazed, they head back through the curtain and leave the crowd with nothing left to do but worry about Kailey’s well-being. JH: That has got to be the weirdest finish I have ever seen to a match! TM: Hells yes! I’ve seen people get screwed in championship matches before, but never in this situation! I mean, Swytch and Kennedy hate each other! JH: That relationship went beyond hate at Déjà Vu. I don’t know what the hell Swytch did to Kennedy in the past two months but-- TM: That’s it! That freak warped her fragile mind! Oh, thank God! There’s still a chance the real Kennedy is in there! JH: If there is, I didn’t see her tonight, that’s for damn sure. Poor Kailey. TM: Screwed twice by the same friend. Yeah, that’s gotta sting. The camera cuts backstage and moments away from the World Championship triple threat match, the reigning World Champ himself Jack Manson is pulling up his kneepads in his locker room. Standing with him is Harley Manson, who debuted earlier in the night. Jack: Hell of a way to debut, brother. Left that punk a beaten wreck and I gotta tell you...I liked it. Harley: That's what it's all about. Now you get out there and do the exact same thing. Jack picks up his World Championship belt, recieves a slap on the shoulder from his brother before he exits the locker room to go to the ring. The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a red spotlight focuses on the entrance curtain. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to boo for the two time former champ, self proclaimed King of Slam!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact with his King of Slam! robe, crown, and scepter as the crowd go up in even more boos. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the ground level walkway to jeers and negative chants from the crowd. Matt just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he points to the ropes of the ring and forces ring announcer Charles Cruz to open the ropes between the top and middle into the ring, and as he does so, Matt walks up the steel steps to get into the ring and with ease goes over the middle rope into the ring. [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his scepter into his chest as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle. He does the exact same thing on the other two turnbuckles, before hoping to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way flicks his robe off of his body as it falls to the ring, and Impact comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the turnbuckles shoot up red and gold sparks, and once the pyros commence, the lights turn on as Matt grabs his dropped robe and hands it to a ring official along with his crown and scepter. KR: It’s time for the Main Event of the evening. A three way feud which has gone on for soem time comes to a head tonight with the FIW World Championship on the line! CM: Finally the King of Slam! will take his rightful place as World Champion! DV: He’s already a two time World Champion and he’s looking as intense and focused as ever tonight. The lights in the arena dim suddenly, and a hush falls over the audience. Freddy Mercury's vocals fade in, as a gold spotlight races through the audience. [align=center]Tonight, I'm gonna have myself, a real good time, I feel ali-ii-ii-iive, And the wooooorld is turning inside ou-out, Yeah! I'm floating around, in ecstasy.......... So......[/align] At this point, golden sparks begin to fall from the rafters with a soft "Shhh", the initial stream timed perfectly with the next line. [align=center]Don't..... stop me now.... Don't stop me now..... Cause I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time![/align] Pyro cracks along the floor near the curtain, starting at the left and the right, and meeting in the middle. As they meet, a single huge explosion is let off, and the crowd cheer. [align=center]BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! BOOOM!!!![/align] As the smoke clears, Hutch can be seen in the smoke, jogging out onto the stage. He grins, and spins in a circle, holding his arms aloft. [align=center]I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping meeeeeeeeee![/align] Hutch struts down the aisle, slapping a few hands along the way, singing along to his music as he goes. As he goes, little golden sparklers fire up symmetrically out of some pyro contraptions along the entry way, only rising to about knee height. He pauses, grinning and pointing out to a "Hutch" sign in the audience, thumping his chest, before spinning around again in a circle. He reaches the ring and pauses, one foot on the apron, one arm holding the middle rope. He leans backward, and looks around again at the crowd, before letting out a "Woo!" and hauling himself up onto the apron. [align=center]I'm burning through the skies Yeah! Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm trav'ling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man of you [/align] Now in the ring, he hops up onto the second turnbuckle, and poses for the crowd, his arms outstretched, and his head tilted back. He grins, and the music fades out on the line: If you wanna have a good time just give me a call!, and Hutch thumps his chest once more, before sitting down, Raven style, awaiting the start of the match. KR: Listen to the roar of the crowd. This is Hutch’s home country and there’s no question who's going to have the crowd advantage in this match. CM: Whatever. That doesn't mean a thing, when it’s time to fight. DV: You’re absolutely right, but Hutch has more then proven himself in that department. He’s a two time heavyweight champion. CM: He didn’t look too great after being laid out by Manson and Impact two weeks ago on Slam! The lights in the arena dim and drums beat from all around as strobe lights begin to flicker about the ground level entrance. A just audible whisper comes over the PA system which beckons the attention of everyone to the backstage curtain. [align=center]Can you feel that? Oh, Shit…[/align] Guitars kick in as the strobe lights get faster and smoke begins to fill the aisle and entrance. By now the crowd is fully aware of who is going to burst onto through the curtain and they begin to cheer. Suddenly, David Drainman screams and pyros explode all over the entrance and aisle. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah [/align] Jack then bursts through the curtains from backstage and through the thick smoke from the pyros and fog machines. He stops at the beginning of the aisle and raises the double bird as fans cheer him wildly. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah[/align] Manson then heads down the aisle as the lyrics to the song begin to play. He slaps his hand out at nearby fans as they lean over the guard railing trying to score a touch from the former general manager. [align=center]Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant I kneel Will you give in to me? It seems what's left of my human side Is slowly changing in me Will you give in to me?[/align] Manson slides into the ring and staggers around the ring flipping everyone in sight off as he makes his way around all the ropes. Jack then raises his arms in the center of the ring and belts out loud growling scream. [align=center]Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes Oh no there is no turning back now You've woken up the demon….. IN ME!!!!!![/align] Explosions burst from all corners of the ring in a domino effect starting from the announce booth side and then cascading up the aisle and from left to right on the entrance. As the smoke clears the crowd chant loudly as Manson prepares for the match. KR: Jack Manson, the FIW World Champion, won that Championship by defeating Matt Impact in the Gauntlet for the Gold back in November of last year. Will his awesome title reign be brought to an end tonight? DV: That remains to be seen, Manson has defended that title for over four months against the toughest competition Slam! has to offer, he won’t lose it without a hell of a fight, which is exactly what we’re about to see. All three men stare at each other looking focused and intense as Tommy Owens calls for the bell. Almost immediately Impact charges at Hutch taking him down with a clothesline to huge heat from the crowd. Manson goes to nail Impact but Impact avoids the blow and nails Manson with right hands . Hutch attempts to get to his feet but is sent back down by a boot from Impact. Impact takes Manson down with a hard eurpean uppercut. KR: Impact is doing a great job of neutralizing both men here. DV: But it’s early in the match, Impact better not get too cocky. CM: Oh please, that won’t happen. Impact is showing the superior dominance that will in him the match. Impact raises Manson up and nails him with a hard right hand. He goes for an Irish whip but Manson reverses and sends Impact down with a reverse elbow. Out of the corner of his eye Manson spots Hutch getting up and charges at him taking him down with a clothesline! KR: Hutch can't seem to get out of the box here and this crowd is reaching fever pitch. CM: His precious home country is helping him now, huh? Manson grabs Impact with a face lock and takes him over with a suplex. Ho covers Impact but Hutch quickly breaks it up to a huge pop from the crowd. Hutch nails Manson with a stiff knife edge chop. he turns around and stomps on Impact, before again turning his attention to Manson and nailing him with another chop. Hutch turns around to go at Impact again but Manson garbs him and goes for a back suplex but Hutch manages to shift his weight landing on top of Manson in a pinning predicament! Before the ref can even count Impact breaks up the cover and pound away on Hutch. KR: Hutch nearly made it a very quick match with that resourceful move. If Impact wasn't right there we could have anew champ right now! As Impact is pounding on Hutch, Mason gets up and nails Impact with a stiff boot to the head. He raises Impact up, but Impact rakes his eye and nails him with a forearm backing him into the ropes. Impact charges looking to Clothesline Manson, but Manson ducks and sends him tot he outside with a back body drop! KR: Impact sent to the outside with a nice back drop by Manson! DV: Impact better not take too long to recover out there. This match could end very suddenly, as shown by Hutch moments ago. Manson turns around into a chop by Hutch. Hutch goes to whip Manson off the ropes but Manson reverses, but Hutch uses the momentum to hit a baseball slide on Impact who had just gotten to his feet. KR: Extremely resourceful move by Hutch! CM: That’s not fair, he’s not giving Impact a proper chance. Hutch looks down on Impact with a smirk on his face but suddenly Manson takes him down with a back suplex! Manson makes the cover: [align=center]One! Two! [/align] Hutch gets his shoulder up. Hutch gets to his feet and Manson knees him into the gut. He picks Hutch up for a body slam but hutch slides out and shoves Manson into a german suplex from Impact. {b] DV: [/b] Impact re-entered the ring going unnoticed by both men. and took advantage with that great suplex on Mason! Hutch chares at Impact but Impact ducks and nails Hutch with another german suplex! Manson staggers up but Impact scoops him up and slams him to the mat,. Impact picks Hutch up and slams him hard to the mat CM: Impact looking completely dominant here! Sensing both of his opponents are in trouble, Impact kicks Hutch in the gut and hoists him onto his shoulders for the Head On Collision!. Hutch is lucky enough to be able to slide of Impacts shoulders and shove him into Manson. who takes him down with a spinebuster! KR: Impact trying to end the match early there but it didn't pay off. DV: You can't blame him for trying though. He had a clear advantage which is hard to establish in a match of this nature. Hutch waits for Manson to turn around and quickly goes for the Slice Of Fried Gold but Manson manages to shove him off and take him down with a running clothesline! KR: Both Hutch and Impact looking to hit their finishes early and get the win. You can tell how badly both men want the title! Manson covers Hutch . [align=center]One! Two! [/align] Impact breaks up the cover! Impact stomps away on Manson before turning around into a cross body by Hutch! But no! Impact catches Hutch in mid air and power slams him to the mat! Impact makes the cover, [align=center]One! Two! [/align] No, Hutch gets his shoulder up! DV: Great counter move by Impact but Hutch manages to kick out. CM: How slow was that count!? KR: That count wasn’t slow at all and you know it! Just as Impact goes to protest to the ref, Manson nails him with a clubbing blow from behind. Manson continues to nail Impact with stiff shots to the head as Hutch gets to his feet. Suddenly Hutch joins Manson in pounding Impact, the pair taking it in turns to nail him with right hand! CM: Hey! That’s not fair! KR: It’s absolutely legal under the structure of the rules. You wouldn't be complaining if it was Hutch or Manson on the receiving end! Manson and Hutch grab Impact in a face lock and take him over with a double suplex! The crowd cheer wildly. Manson mounts Impact and nails him with right hands as Hutch looks on. CM: Okay, enough already. This has turned into a handicap match! DV: Hutch and Manson better not get too comfortable working together though. You can't trust anyone in this type of match. Manson stops pounding on Impact, and motions something to Hutch. Hutch comes off the ropes and hits a leg drop on Impact. The fan’s cheers get louder and louder. Impact comes off the ropes with an elbow on Impact but no! Out of nowhere Hutch nails him with a leg lariat! KR: Leg lariat by Hutch! You were right dean. The team work couldn't last in a match like this. The crowd chant Hutch’s name as he laps up the attention from his home crowd. Hutch! Hutch! Hutch! Hutch! Both Hutch and Impact grab Manson and throw him shoulder first into the ring post! DV: Hutch and Impact now working together to dispose of Manson. This is wild, who knows what will happen with these three next! Impact picks up Manson and tosses him though the middle rope to the outside. Impact follows him out, and rams him head first into the ring apron. Hutch goes to the announce table and begins removing the monitors. CM: What’s he doing!? The match should be in the ring! KR: With a match this wild, you just knew the action was gonna’ spill outside the ring. Meanwhile, Impact nails Manson with a stiff forearm smash to the head. Hutch and Impact guide Manson over to the announce table. They simultaneously grab him and take him over with a double suplex through the announce table! KR: Oh my God, what impact! The FIW World Champion is lifeless in front of us! DV: This is very smart by both Impact and Hutch. Take the champion out of the match and then go at it,. it’s a great strategy. The crowd are at a fever pitch cheering loudly. Impact basks in the glory. Suddenly Hutch nails Impact with a stiff forearm much to the delight of the crowd. He rolls Impact into the ring. Impact tries to battle back but Hutch kicks him in the gut and spikes his head into the mat with an implant DDT! KR: Implant DDT! Impact’s head driven right into the mat! Hutch quickly covers Impact. [align=center]One! Two! [/align] No! Impact gets his shoulder off the mat. {b{DV:[/b] Impact just managing to kick out, but Hutch doing the smart thing trying to putt Impact away while the champ is down on the outside. KR: Imagine what it would feel like for Manson if he lost the title without even being involved in the fall. Especially after all this time. Hutch goes to whip Impact off the ropes but Impact reverses and manages to take hutch down with a hard elbow. He then lifts hutch up and drops him onto his knee with a backbreaker! he raises Hutch up, back him into the corner and nails him with STIFF forearms to heavy boo‘s for the crowd. KR: Impact just laying those forearms into the face of Hutch. CM: And the poor hometown crowd isn't liking it one bit. This is the beginning of the end for their boy. Impact nails Hutch with another forearm, but hutch retaliates with a hard chop,. Impact nails another forearm, but Hutch again answers with a chop. The two men go back and forward, forearm, chop, forearm, chop, forearm, chop, much to the crowds approval. DV: This match is really getting interesting now. Both challengers fighting tooth and nail to get an advantage. CM: I think Hutch may be missing a few teeth after those stiff shots from Impact. Impact nails a stiff kick to the gut of hutch, and follows it up with three more stiff shots to the abdomen. he grabs Hutch, and lifts him above his head in a military press. CM: Great display of strength by the King of Slam! Impact walks to the centre of the ring with Hutch pressed high over his head, and slams him down to the mat. The crowd are booing loudly. Impact arrogantly taunts the crowd , who respond by chanting, IMPACT SUCKS! IMPACT SUCKS! IMPACT SUCKS1 Impact simply laughs and arrogantly kicks Hutch lightly. KR: Impact could be making a critical mistake here, allowing his arrogance to take over. CM: Well if this idiot crowd would shut the hell up, he might be able to concentrate better. KR: Well if Impact wasn’t such an “idiot” himself , he’d have covered hutch and possibly got the win by now! CM: Hey, watch it! Impact grabs hutch around the waist and locks in a ground bear hug, squeezing the life out the crowd favourite. KR: Vicious bear hug from Impact, trying to squeeze all the air out of Hutch. DV: I don't necessarily agree this this though, Impact should worry about hitting a big move and putting Hutch away before the champion rejoins the fray. Impact wrenches in the hold tighter and tighter, as Hutch screams in pain. The crowd desperately try to will their favourite on. HUTCH! HUTCH! HUTCH! HUTCH! CM: They can chant all they want, all the support in the world isn’t going to help him now . Impact is getting slightly frustrated by now, screaming at Hutch. to submit. Hutch responds with a weak elbow. The crowd gets louder and louder trying to will him on. KR: Hutch trying to fight out, but all the energy has been sucked out of him by Impact. Hutch repeatedly elbows Impact in the head. Weak shots at first, but getting stronger and stronger with each blow. DV: Hutch might just be able to fight out here. CM: Squeeze tighter Impact! Hutch again elbows Impact in the head until he has no choice but to release the hold! The crowd cheer loudly. KR: Hutch finally makes it out of the hold but how much did it take out of him? Hutch staggers to his feet and nails Impact with a couple of desperation elbows,. he goes for an irish whip but Impact reverses and takes Hutch over with a spine buster! The crowd boo loudly but Impact just gives them the finger. DV: Taunting the crowd won’t give Impact the title, he needs to put Hutch away! CM: Oh he will, it won’t be long now. Impact raises hutch up and rams him face first into the turnbuckle. He lifts Hutch onto the top rope and nails him with stiff right hands. He climbs up to Hutch , grabs him in a face lock and attempts to take him over with a superplex. But Hutch isn't budging. Impact, wondering what’s wrong, again tries to Hutch over but to no avail. KR: Hutch actually put his feet under the ropes to block the move! That’s smart wrestling, he’s blocking the move with his feet! Suddenly Hutch nails Impact with a forearm, then another hard elbow sending him crashing to the mat below! With the crowd willing him on, Hutch slowly stands on the top rope . He leaps off and nails Impact with a leg drop! But no!! Impact has avoided the contact sending hutch crashing to the canvas! Impact quickly makes the cover! [align=center]One! Two! [/align] But No! Hutch kicks out.! DV: Hutch almost making a critical mistake there, taking a high risk that didn't pay off. CM: And you call Impact an idiot? KR: You can't blame the guy for taking a chance. Impact looks around at the crowd smiling and nodding his head, signalling that the end is near. Suddenly out nowhere, Manson nails him with a clothesline nearly taking his head off! KR: Manson’s back in the match! he came out of nowhere with that clothesline. DV: This is definitely not good news for the two challengers. Impact gets to his feet, but Manson takes him back down with a running tackle! He lifts Impact up and throws him over the top rope to the outside! DV: You’ve gotta give Manson credit. he waited till the right time to re-enter this match. Hutch charges but Manson counters with a high back body drop! He sits for hutch to get to his feet, kicks him in the gut, hoists him up and drills him to the mat with a powerbomb! He makes the cover! [align=center]One! Two! [/align] Suddenly Impact reaches into ring and pulls Manson of Hutch. Enraged, Manson goes outside the ring only to be met with a hard right hand by Impact. Impact rams Manson head first into the guard rail. He turns around but is met by a high cross body by Hutch! DV: Great move by Hutch, coming out of nowhere to nail Impact with a high cross body. All three men lay on the outside as the crowd go wild. KR: Whoever gets to his feet first here could very well have the clear advantage! CM: Come on Impact! Hutch gets to his feet and rolls Impact into the ring. Impact whips him off the ropes but he comes of with a forearm, sending Impact down, before nipping up! The crowd go wild as Hutch again waits for Impact to get up before taking him down with a diving lariat! Hutch grabs Impact and spins him around in a neck breaker position, he looks at the crowd and lets out a huge Whoo! much to their delight, before dropping down. KR: Hutch in firm control here and the crowd are loving it. Manson re-enters the ring, but hutch nails him with another forearm before again nipping up! The home crowd are going nuts now roaring their approval! But suddenly Impact hoists Hutch onto his shoulder and tosses him over the top rope! KR: Oh my god, that was like an Impact Drop over the top rope! CM: Now that’s what I’m talking about! Go Impact! Impact charges at Manson with a clothesline, but Manson ducks and takes him down with a DDT! Manson comes off the ropes and jumps up, dropping a huge elbow into the chest of Impact! Manson looks around at the crowd, who are giving out a mixed reaction as hutch isn't currently involved, and lets out a huge roar! He grabs Impact in a face lock and prepares to deliver Pain! DV: Manson setting up pain! If he hits it it’s over! But no! Impact manages to swiftly knee Manson in the gut! he hoists Manson on to his shoulders, and spins him around delivereing the Head On Collision! He makes the cover! [align=center]One! Two! Three!! [/align] NO! Out of nowhere, Hutch comes diving off the top rope with an elbow drop to the back of Impact breaking up the cover! CM: No! Impact had it damn it! he had it! DV: Hutch JUST manages to break up the cover! What a match! Impact rolls to out of the ring and lays on the outside in agony. Hutch waits for Manson to get up and chrages at him with a spear but manson counters the chraging hutch with a full on kick to the face! DV: Ouch! Did you hear that? Hutch could have a borken nose after that! Seeing Impact still laid out on the last minute, Manson grabs Hutch, hoists him up into muscle buster position and nails Pain! KR: That’s it! Its over! But NO!!! At the last minute hutch manages to slide out and land on his feet, a dazzled Manson turns around right into the Slice Of Fried Gold!!! Hutch quickly covers, [align=center]One! Two! Three!! [/align] KR: Hutch has done it!! We have a new champion! CM: WHAT?! That’s not fair! Impact wasn't even in the ring! KR: It was perfectly fair! Hutch came out on top, beating Manson and impact fair and square. manson’s awesome dynasty has come to an end and we have anew champion! This crowd is going wild! Hutch grabs the World Championship and raises it above his head to a thunderous ovation from the corwd! KR: We have a new era here on Slam! Suddenly gold sparks fall from the rafters! Hutch stands in the cnetre of the ring, and raises his championship in the air! KR: What an amazing sight, the new champ celebrating in style in front of his home counrty! What a way to end one hell of a PPV! CM: I can't wait to see what happens on both Slam! and TNT this coming week! DV: From Kurt Royle, Dean Venchenzo, Chip Martin, Jonathan Hitchen and Thomas Moore...GOOD NIGHT! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Fighting Spirit Championship Graver def. James Barrett via pinfall to retain Elimination Triple Threat Prime def. Rylee Starr and Big Baby Sweets FIW Tag Team Championship Carl Lucas & the skull cowboy def. Maggot Korps to become the new champions when cowboy pinned T-Bird Grudge Match April Lynn drew Remy Barteaux when Remy refused to finish the match Extreme Chaos & Tactical Assault Championship Unification Match Sean Madrox def. Prince Kashmir and Maj Tahal to become the new Tactical Chaos Champion by pinning Kashmir Barbed Wire Tag Team Match Jim O'Brien & Some Kind of Monster def. Onikage & JJ when Jim forced Onikage to submit Slam! International Championship Unification Match Xtreme Kitten def. Tomoko Onamari and Toan to unify the SIC titles by pinning Tomoko Dual Crown Championship Double Jeopardy - Kailey Lane def. Ragin' via pinfall - Swytch def. Dante Coles via pinfall - Swytch def. Kailey Lane via pinfall after interference from Kennedy to retain his title FIW World Championship Hutch def. Jack Manson and Matt Impact by pinning Jack to become the new champion |
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