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Tuesday Night Throwdown; April 18, 2006
Topic Started: Apr 18 2006, 10:32 PM (143 Views)
Lita Maivia
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Loud and sudden like an oncoming train Red War hits the speaker system sending Rick Sullivan charging out from behind the curtains. Seeing the ring Sullivan imediately charges headlong at the ring. After reaching the ring Sullivan slides in face first and charges at the referee sending him scampering out of the ring. Cookie is only a long way behind Sullivan and slowly walks over to the comentray booth. He takes his headset and puts in around his neck before picking up the headset from the table and putting it in its proper possition.

Cookie: "They said, they said I gotta let you do some talkin!"

mv: "Good to..."

Cookie: "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! CAN'T YOU SEE MY MAN SULLIVAN IS IN THE RING!!! LOOK AT THAT MAN!! LOOK AT HIM!!"

Sullivan seems fairly confused because he sees no imeditate oppenent but his confusion quickly ends when a man with white trunks exits the curtain accompanied by annother man in white trunks.

#1: "You said your coming back, well your back, but this time I brought my friend."

Riker, I mean number one, hands the microphone over to number two.

#2: "Yeah!"

With Sullivans confusion over he charges at the two men in white trunks. Seeing Sullivan charging at them number two drops the mic and in sincronisation they charge at Sullivan. All three of them meet in the middle and with Sullivan having more momentum he sents both of the white trunked men to the ground.

mv: "Para es.."

Cookie: "SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!! or I will tell Sullivan you poisened his cheeseburger AND HE WILL GORE YOU!!! GORE!!! GORE!!! GORE!!!"

Sullivan not hearing Cookies threat of being tackled continues he assault of the two white trunked men with stomps to #1. The second white trunked man gets to his feet and attacks Sullivan from behind with several forearms that do little more than piss off Sullivan. Sullivan turns around, ducks low, and lifts the second man over his left shoulder, similar to a bear hug. But instead of playing bear Sullivan lifts the man as high as he can before turning 180 degrees and driving the man into the ground with sickening thud.

Cookie: "HE JUST BROKE HIM IN TWO!!!"

ds: "That has got to hurt!"

Seeing the treatment of his amego the first man assaults Sullivan from behind using a double ax handle to the back of the neck causing sullivan to hunch slightly. A second neck attack in the form of a single handed club hunches Sullivan a bit more. With the animal hurt number one sets up for an irish whip and uses all of the strength he poccesses to exicute it sending Sullivan charging into the turbuckle. The impact stuns Sullivan a bit and he slowly uses the ropes to get back to his feet. The first man in white trunks clotheslines Sullivan over the top rope and into the ring for the first time. As the bell rings number one accends the turnbuckle and pauses only a breif second before leaping into a high cross body catching Sullivan in the upperbody and pinning him to the ground.

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!
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Sullivan summons stregth from his body and shoves number one off of him. Number one realizes that his friend is still laying on the entrance way and suddenly attacks Sullivan with a vicious fury, getting in a full mount possition and throwing vicious rights each one making Sullivan just a tiny bit uglier. After a four count the referee phyically helps number one to his feet and off of Sullivan. The man in white trunks soon notices that Sullivan is no ordinary openent when Sullivan gets up to his hands and knees with a face of pure rage. #1 grabs a left hand full of hair and pulls his right back just as Sullivan gets his feet underneath him, #1 then sends the right hand at Sullivans head only to connect with the hard muscled arm of Sullivan as he grabs #1 around the body in a tight bear hug. With all the ferosity Sullivan lives his life, Sullivan jolts his hips twoard the middle of the ring and sends #1 in a 180 degree spin around his body in a side belly to belly suplex.

mv: "What a suplex by the beast that is Sullivan."
ds: "That has got to hurt!"
Cookie: "WHAT A SUPLEX!!! WHAT A FUCKING SUPLEX!!!"

With Sullivan back on his feet #1 knows he has an uphill battle to fight now and slowly crawls up to his hands and knees but not fast enough because Sullivan stratles his back and grabs his chin with his left hand in the blink of an eye. Sulivan imposes his anger in the young man below him in several vicious shots to the unportected head. One in the temple, on in the jaw, cold and uncalculated, driven with the fury of some unknown past Sullivan imposes years of hatred in just a few brief seconds.

mv"-"
Cookie "CLOSE YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU TALK!!!"

Already in posision Sullivan locks in the Camel Clutch prompting...

Cookie "SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHADES OF THE IRON SHSHSHSHSHSHSHIEK!!!! SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHADES OF THE IRON SHSHSHSHSHSHSHIEK!!!!"

With the camel clutch locked in Sullivan lets out a feral yell, unlike Billy Idol. The young man takes a second to tear at the hands of Sullivan but quickly realized that years of hardship will not be undone he is forces to tap out. But Sullivan not being a "stop" sort of person keeps the yell and clutch locked in further energised by the sweet sound of tapping.

The referee makes an attempt at seperation but is unsuccessful finially a haymaking sent by the recovered number two distracts Sullivan enough to release the hold.

ds: "I thought he was dead."
Cookie: "He gonna be! He gonna be!!"

Another haymaker rocks Sullivan but does not devert his attension the third haymaker connects and does little if anything to harm the always enaragged Sullivan as he grabs the slightly taller number two by the throat before stepping on his toes with both feet. Sullivan pauses only a second before adusting his grip to that of his oppenent's jaw and poppling his hips.

Cookie: "DEATH BY PAIN!!! DEATH BY PAIN!!!"
ds "jez"

The pressure on his neck causes number two to frantically tap out with both hands on Sullivan's sides. Sensing injury about to happen the referee shoves Sullivan out of postion and releases number two from the hold who imediatly drops to the ground. But Sulllivan was not done with that hold and desides to take it out on the referee who frantically runs from the ring. As Sullivan begins persute he notices the first young man on his hands and knees recovering from the camel clutch. Sullivan decides this may be a better target and walks over to him and picks him up for a dominator. He pauses only a second before vicously sending the man to the ground. With the man on his face Sullivan crosses the man's legs and applies a laso from el paso.

Cookie: "That is the Buffalo Crab!!! THAT HURT LIKE A SON OF A BITCH!!!"
mv: "This is too much."
ds: "-"

Eight secruity guards come to the ring and forcefully escort Sullivan from the ring after a brief struggle.
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[align=center]Sunday, April 9, 2006
Anarchy In The UK
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“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the NO DISQUALIFICATION match for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!”

As a lone figure rises up through the smoke on the offset stage, a crouching Swytch becomes visible in the thick wafting smoke. He tilts his head up, looking through crazed eyes and revealing a twisted grin.

Ragin’ and Natalya walk through the mist, passing by near each young woman, mini explosions accompanying the passing of each scantily-clad young lady.

Dante as he steps out onto the floor with his championship in hand and company in the form of TNT general manager, Madison Lee.

Kailey's silhouette slowly becomes visible through the smoke and remains in shadow while the opening bars continue. She pushes through the smoke and takes her first steps toward the ring.


JH: Here we go ladies and gentlemen, the moment we’ve been waiting for.

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!!

Ragin’ catches Kailey in a rear waist lock THEN HEAVES HER BACKWARDS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!

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!!

On the turnbuckle, Swytch is starting to recover. Getting his feet back under himself, perched again at the top, he looks to the ring at Dante…

CLANG!!

JH: DANTE JUST CRUSHED SWYTCH WITH THAT CHAIR!!

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 pushes Swytch’s head down and hoists him onto his shoulders. With right hands, left hands, Swytch tries to fight free of Dante’s grasp. Dante changes his hand position, LAUNCHING THE CHAMPION OFF HIS SHOULDERS OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!

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!! The Dual Crown Champion rolled out of the way just in the nick of time!!

Ragin’ moves into a standing headscissor, holding his arms out to the side, the hoists Kailey into the air. Ragin’ drops to his ass, bringing Kailey out AND PLANTING HER FACE INTO THE CANVAS!!

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!

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!!

[align=center]ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!
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JH: SHE DID IT!! KAILEY PINNED RAGIN’!! KAILEY’S ADVANCED IN THE MATCH!!

Swytch 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!!

[align=center]ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, Swytch advances via pinfall!!

Swytch drags Kailey along on her knees to the ring steps, SMACKING HER FACE OFF THE STEEL then dragging her body over the steps.

Swytch climbs the steps, stomping down on Kailey’s back, then ascends the outside of the ring post THEN FLIPS BACKWARDS AND TWISTS AROUND AND CRASHES DOWN ONTO COLD HARD STEEL!!


JH: KAILEY MOVED!! SHE GOT OUT OF THE WAY!!

KAILEY SMACKS A CHOP ACROSS HIS FLESH! She rears back and SMACKS ANOTHER HARD CHOP ACROSS SWYTCH’S CHEST!! 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!!

Swytch snatches the ladder up, folding it closed and laying it over Kailey’s body before climbing the turnbuckles. Swytch starts to rise to his full height when Kailey springs to her feet PUSHING SWYTCH’S LEGS OUT FROM UNDER HIM AND CROTCHING HIM ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!

Kailey sets the ladder up near the corner and climbs. 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.

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!!

[align=center]ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

NOOOO!! SWYTCH KICKS OUT!! SWYTCH KICKS OUT!!
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TM: NOOO!! HOW THE HELL?!

Kailey snakes her arm under Swytch’s and locks in a half nelson then reaches across his body with her other arm, but Swytch pulls his arm free AND SNAPS KAILEY DOWN WITH A REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!!

JH: ONE SECOND OF INNNSSSAAAAANNNNIIIIITTTTTYYYY!!

The lights suddenly flicker uncontrollably, causing Swytch to climb to his feet in confusion. Evanescence’s “Lies” blares over the speakers, bringing the crowd to their feet.

JH: What the… oh my God! Is it?

TM: It’s her! It’s her!

Kennedy marches towards the ring, her stone-cold gaze never leaving Swytch. She dives in under the bottom rope and immediately gets back to her feet, staring into the eyes of her tormentor. Kennedy rears back and KNOCKS KAILEY BACK TO THE CANVAS WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE TEMPLE!!

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.

Swytch underhooks both of Kailey’s arms 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!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!
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MA: Here is your winner and STTTTIIILLLL DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… SSSWWWWYYYYTTTCCCHHHH!!!!!!

JH: Dammit! Swytch kept the damn belts!

Swytch moves in on Kennedy, 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?!

[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align]

The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Ragin', and Jim O'Brien all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates!

[align=center]Wake Up![/align]

Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly.

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

Swytch yanks the steel chair from the referee's hands as Kennedy tries again to reclaim her feet. Tony Clarke moves up on Swytch JUST AS HE BLASTS KENNEDY IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!

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

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

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

Here ya go create another fable!
[/align]

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

Graver moves toward April and plunks her on the top rope in a sitting position before he himself climbs to the second rope, standing her up and grabbing her around the neck. Unfortunately, this “Big BAM!” never happens, as April shoves Graver off and he stumbles to the mat. He turns around, pissed-off, but it doesn’t last as April CAREENS off the top rope and DRIVES HIS FACE INTO THE MAT WITH A BULLDOG!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

Why dya leave the keys upon the table?
[/align]

Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!!

[align=center]You wanted to![/align]

The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown.

[align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align]

Alex spins him around, boots Loon in the midsection and DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING KI-KRUSHER MANEUVER! Alex pops back up to his feet, raising his arms in the air

[align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align]

The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit!

At the exact same time as Kailey is dodging Natalya, Ragin’ steps between the ropes. Kailey turns quickly almost bumping into Ragin’ and their eyes meet. The steel chair swings, seemingly in slow motion to all who are watching. His eyes never leave Kailey, her face scrunching up to brace for the impact. But it never comes. She opens her eyes as she hears the loud crack and the ‘ohhhhh!’ from the fans. She turns to see Natalya laying flat out moments after the sickening impact.

Even with the mask on, you know Oni's gotta be smiling ear to ear with that manuever. He raises a fist to the air, nodding in self appreciation of his work. He grabs ahold of Shannon and brings him to his feet. He scoops Shannon up INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER!

Swytch rears back with the steel chair, aiming at Kennedy's head and CRACKS STEEL AGAINST STEEL AS KENNEDY DUCKS ASIDE! The steel chair clatters to the ringside mats as Swytch's hands throb from the impact! Kennedy leaps up onto the steel steps and jumps onto Swytch's shoulders, DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR WITH A HURRACANRANA!

[align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wake Up!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!!

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

Once Graver is at a steady enough vertical base, APRIL LEAPS FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON PN GRAVER!

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!!

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

Kennedy bounces off the ropes and leaps up and spins around going into a wheel barrow position. She pushes off the canvas and grabs Ragin’ around the head, but he ducks his head out of her grasp and sits out PLANTING KENNEDY FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!!

[align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align]

With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!!

[align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align]

Kailey runs in and butts the extinguisher into Nadia's stomach, doubling her over! Kailey throws the extinguisher aside before shoving Nadia's head between her legs. Kailey glances out into the crowd before hoisting Nadia up in a Crucifix! Kailey sits out DROPPING NADIA FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CRUCIFIX REVERSE FACE DRIVER!!

[align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align]

The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Snatching Onikage by his leather mask Jim runs his thumb across his throat and shouts out “BURNING! HAMMER!” The fans go into frenzy as Jim lifts Onikage up onto his shoulders and sets him up. The Monster of TNT walks around with Onikage on his shoulders for a few seconds to allow each side of the arena to see it. He then drives Onikage skull first into the canvas with the Burning Hammer!

Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!!

The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen…


[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

[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 two figures seem to rise up through the smoke to the opening tune of Rob Zombie’s “Return of the Phantom Stranger”. They’re quickly revealed to be Swytch, with Kennedy holding on closer than someone that was nearly killed by Swytch should be.

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
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JH: Welcome ladies and gentleman to Tuesday Night Throwdown! We are obviously being joined by the man who is still the Dual Crown Champion, thanks to the woman at his side tonight.

TM: Well, Jonathan, the tradition continued. Where Anarchy goes, controversy follows.

JH: You saw at the start of the broadcast what happened at Anarchy In The UK. Maybe now we’ll get some answers for it.

MA: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome KENNEDY AND THE DUAL CROWN CHAMPION-- SSWWYYYTTTCCHHH!!!

[align=center]Once the lift brings the duo fully level with the stage, Swytch takes off towards the ring, wading through the smoke as Kennedy follows close behind. 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 walkway 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 while Kennedy steps over the middle rope to enter the ring. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle, his eyes constantly moving until they settle on Kennedy in the ring.

All you know, is alone
You see a, Phantom Stranger
Down you go, all alone
You love my, Phantom Stranger
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JH: I tell you, I just don’t get it. Swytch held Kennedy captive for months… well, did he? Was it all planned? And then she returns in the midst of the Double Jeopardy finals and screws her best friend--

TM: Former! Best friend.

JH: The only person that cared about finding her! That’s who! She screwed the only person that cared about her-- Kailey Lane.

TM: Well, like you said, maybe we’re gonna get some answers now.

[align=center]Stepping over the ropes, Swytch drops into the ring and walks right up on Kennedy, staring down into her eyes with unrelenting intensity. Swytch holds his titles out to the side, submitting willfully as Kennedy grabs the end of his chain, sliding her other hand up it’s length, staring back into his forceful gaze. Their lips tease a kiss before they pull apart, the chain now in Kennedy’s possession.[/align]

The crowds boos can be heard over obvious murmurs of confusion. The many fans in attendance are clueless as to why Kennedy is seemingly aligned with Swytch but they know they don’t like it either way. Kennedy retrieves a microphone from Michael Anderson before moving back into the center of the ring, glancing back at Swytch leaning casually in the turnbuckle.

Kennedy: First of all, I want to say congratulations to the greatest Dual Crown Champion in FIW history on another great title defense at Anarchy In The UK.

Kennedy stares back at Swytch, a proud smile on her face as Swytch stares straight back at her, zero emotion evident on his face. The crowd are far from proud though. They know damn well Swytch didn’t defend the belts alone.

JH: Please! We don’t know how that match would’ve ended--

TM: He did successfully defend the titles though, Jonathan. She never said he did it on his own.

JH: Greatest champion ever?

TM: Well, yeah, I can’t condone that comment.

Kennedy walks over to Swytch in the turnbuckle, pressing their bodies against one another as they stare into each others’ eyes. She leans in, pressing her red lips against Swytch’s black twitching grin.

Kennedy: Congratulations.

TM: Hey! I want to be congratulated by Kennedy.

JH: I just want to know what the hell is going on.

Kennedy pushes herself away from Swytch, making her way back into the center of the ring as the crowd aren’t shy about sharing their disgust with the Lady of the Year.

Kennedy: But, I’m sure everyone has a lot of questions. I’m sure Jonathan Hitchen over there is just raising his blood pressure with anticipation of an explanation.

Kennedy casts a glance over in the commentators’ direction, a small smirk hinting on her lips.

TM: Calm down, Jonathan. Remember what she did to you last time you bad-mouthed her?

JH: I remember. My comments were true, if I recall.

Kennedy: So, I’ll give Jonathan, and all of you, exactly what you want. About Anarchy In The UK…

Kennedy trails off, the crowd already booing Kennedy and the memory of what transpired at Anarchy In The UK.

Kennedy: Oh, boooo. Yeah, it’s so horrible. Gee, get a life and stop dwelling so much on mine. At Anarchy In The UK, I did what any good woman would do. No, not take out my competition. Please, like Kailey Lane has ever been even a blip on the radar as far as I’m concerned. Hello, former Dual Crown Champion here! Three time Lady of the Year, as voted by all of you!

Kennedy holds her hands out to her sides, as if her point needs no more justification. But, as you would expect, the crowd does not agree with the demeaning of Kailey Lane.

JH: Kailey might’ve been the Dual Crown Champion here tonight if Kennedy hadn’t gotten involved. Would that have put her on Kennedy’s radar? Made her competition?

TM: Oh, stop trying to turn everything Kennedy does into a conspiracy!

Kennedy: So, no. No, no, no. Contrary to what you all might think, and to whatever Kailey has cooked up in her little soap opera drama that plays 24/7 in her head... Anarchy In The UK was not about Kailey. Fact of the matter is, I would’ve done what I did whether it was to her, Ragin’ or Dante. *shrugs* It didn’t matter. That’s just how insignificant Kailey is in all of this.

The crowd continues to feed Kennedy the heat she deserves as she continues to downplay Kailey Lane with every syllable that leaves her lips.

JH: I’m still not hearing an explanation. I am, however, hearing an awful lot about Kailey Lane, for someone so insignificant, that is.

TM: Glad to see you’re seeing things Kennedy’s way.

JH: That last remark had massive sarcasm attached to it.

Kennedy: Actually, what I did at Anarchy In The UK. What any good woman would do. As the Tammy Wynette song says, “stand by your man”. So that’s what I did.

Kennedy shrugs, matter-of-factly, about the situation. Seems simple enough for her. The crowd, while not entirely sure they get it, can pretty much decipher that they don’t want it.

JH: Stand by your man? Swytch? The man that tried to kill her two months ago? The man that tied her up and tortured her?

TM: Let her finish.

Kennedy turns her attention to Swytch, the Champion still as emotionless as he’s been throughout this entire promo as he stares straight into Kennedy. She slowly starts walking back towards him, speaking as she does.

Kennedy: I stood by my man. This man right here. Your Dual Crown Champion, and my teacher. My coach. My mentor, if you will. The professor of all things ruthless and sadistic. Swytch.

JH: Isn’t there laws against being that friendly with a teacher?

TM: I’ve never wanted to be teacher more than I do right now.

Kennedy grabs a hold of the zipper on Swytch’s vest, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she gently tugs on the zipper, threatening the entire audience with a topless Swytch. But you lot aren’t lucky enough to get that peep show.

Kennedy: But I suppose you all want more of an explanation than that…

Kennedy releases the zipper, letting you all down as she leaves Swytch’s chest fully clothed. Guess you’ll just have to re-watch the Double Jeopardy match on PPV to see that sexiness. She turns her attention away from Swytch, heading back towards the center of the ring.

Kennedy: So here it is. No, Swytch’s little abduction problem he had back in February… that wasn’t planned. It wasn’t some big ole scheme to keep the Dual Crown Championship safe in Swytch’s arms. We didn’t stage the entire event, and those pre-recorded videos you saw? Ah-yeah, they were real.

Kennedy lowers the microphone, glancing back at Swytch as if she were still a little sore over the ordeal. The champion, on the other hand, finally shows signs of life as his lips twist into a grin at the mere thought of those videos.

Kennedy: I’ll admit. I was terrified. Here I was at the mercy of that man over there. The man that has destroyed each and every man and woman that stepped up to the plate in hopes of dethroning him. But you know what? He didn’t lay a finger on me. At least not after he knocked me unconscious at Deja Vu.

TM: Oh, thank goodness. I don’t have to kick his ass now.

JH: You never intended to try.

TM: I know. But now I don’t have to pretend I was gonna try.

Kennedy: All Swytch did, was teach me. He taught me all sorts of things over the past two months. It’s much too complicated to explain to you all but let’s just say… I understand Swytch a whole lot better now. And believe it or not, I understand myself more now. And that Kennedy you all saw a few months ago. Running around with Nadia and Madison, scheming and plotting and buying pretty dresses… well, say goodbye to her. And say hello… to… the new… Kennedy…

Kennedy strolls back over to Swytch one last time as she slowly speaks the last sentence, an evil gleam in her eyes and a mischievous smirk on her lips.

Kennedy: Because, ladies and gentleman, I wasn’t bad before. But thanks to your Dual Crown Champion…

Swytch startles everyone when he suddenly pushes himself out of the corner, walking right up onto Kennedy, his eyes burning down into hers.

Kennedy: I’m learning.

Again, their tongues share a kiss… wait, okay their lips catch up with them as “Return of the Phantom Stranger” reprises over the speakers. Kennedy drops the microphone down on the canvas, bringing her hands to Swytch’s ears as she continues to make out with… her teacher? Is that legal?

TM: Wow. Look at them go.

JH: You envy him, don’t you?

TM: I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve wanted to be Swytch. No, second. First was at the conclusion of Anarchy In The UK.

JH: Well, ladies and gentleman, there’s the explanation… I guess. Don’t go anywhere, when we get back Swytch is gonna go one-on-one with Carl Lucas!

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

TNT returns live with “Return of the Phantom Stranger” playing over the speakers. Swytch and Kennedy are still stood in the ring, having ceased their crowd displeasing make-out session. Instead, they remain closer towards one of the corners, quietly discussing something amongst one another.

JH: Welcome back to TNT, ladies and gentlemen. We’re about to get started with our first match tonight. Swytch versus one half of the new Tag Team Champions.

MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, in the ring being accompanied by Kennedy! He weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds; from Odessa, Texas; he is the Dual Crown Champion… SSSSWWWYYYTTTCCHHHH!!!

“Hey Now” hits the speakers and the crowd explode for their favorite 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 onto the walkway, his title belt sparkling under the house lights, his eyes focused completely on the ring as he treks toward it, remaining as stoic as ever.


MA: And the opponent, weighing in at three hundred and thirty-eight pounds; from New Orleans, Louisiana; he is one half of the FIW Tag Team Champions-- CARL LLLUUUCCCCAASSSS!!!

JH: As you can see, Carl is without his normal tag team partner Remy Barteaux tonight. Remy will challenge for the Ultimate Endurance Championship in tonight’s main-event.

TM: Yeah but Remy isn’t his current tag team partner. Carl won those titles at Anarchy In The UK thanks to his new tag team partner; the skull cowboy.

JH: Reluctant tag team partners they are. And I still don’t get what happened at the end of that tag team match. Take a look at it here.

The scene takes us back to April 9, 2006 - Anarchy In The UK.

The cowboy plucks T-Bird up and forces her in-between his legs and swings her upward onto his shoulders. The cowboy drops his arm, and 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, placing his on her chest, 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!!!

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.

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!?

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 softens back to normal as the cowboy steps away and nods at him.


The scene cuts back to the live arena where Carl Lucas has entered the ring and is now handing his Tag Team Championship belt off to Tony Clarke, his eyes never leaving Swytch and Kennedy.

JH: Now what is that all about? He apparently delivered messages to all three of them. Nightmare… laughed at whatever it was cowboy told him.

TM: Well, Nightmare’s never been the poster child for sanity, in my opinion.

JH: Carl seemed surprised by whatever cowboy told him, I half-expected those two to clash at Anarchy In The UK. The fact that they won the belts was a shock to me.

TM: Nah, I knew they could dismantle Maggot Korps. It was a no-brainer.

DING-DING

Kennedy steps out on the apron at the sound of the bell, dropping down to the ringside area just as Swytch steps up to Carl CRACKING an elbow strike across Carl’s face! Carl responds by snapping a right hand off Swytch’s white-painted jaw! He attempts to follow up with another but Swytch blocks it with his arm and raises a knee up into Carl’s abdomen! He grabs the doubled over tag champ in a front facelock and immediately begins driving his knee up into Carl’s sternum over and over and over again!

JH: So much for the standard collar and elbow tie up to start off an honorable match.

TM: What’s wrong with starting a match with a fist fight?

JH: I guess nothing. But those knee strikes to Carl’s sternum are painful to watch.

TM: Swytch isn’t showing an intimidation just because Carl has hundred pounds on him.

JH: Swytch is stronger than he looks, that’s for sure. And being a little on the psychotic side doesn’t do his opponents an favors.

Swytch ceases his onslaught of raised knees, throwing Carl’s arm over his neck and SNAPPING the big man over with a suplex! Swytch swivels onto his knees, placing one across the throat of Carl, prompting the two-time tag champ to claw at Swytch’s leg in an attempt to take in a breath!

JH: Now that’s an illegal move! He’s choking him!

TM: Tony Clarke is down there! Let him do his job, will you?

Tony Clarke is indeed trying to do his job, commanding Swytch to let up. The Dual Crown Champion ignores the official, keeping his knee placed firmly on Carl’s throat as he shares a grin with Kennedy on the outside.

TM: Aww, they’re both enjoying the near-homicide. I wonder if that’s like foreplay.

JH: You’re sick, Thomas. I don’t even want to think about what they do in their free time.

Tony Clarke yells at Swytch and begins his five count. One! Two! Three! Four!-- Swytch pulls his knee away just before TC can make the five count, irritating the referee but abiding by the rules, just barely. Swytch takes a short stroll around the ring as Carl breathes in what he was deprived of thanks to Swytch’s knee. He finds himself dragged to his feet courtesy of Swytch but fights out of the champ’s grips, shoving him backwards before backing himself into the corner for support to stand. Swytch doesn’t hesitate more than a second, running chest-first into the turnbuckle as Carl moves aside!

JH: Nobody home for Swytch there. Carl’s still trying to fully catch his breath.

TM: Swytch isn’t giving him much of a chance to do that.

Carl gets his head back into the game, dragging Swytch backwards from the turnbuckle, hooking him up and THROWING HIM AROUND WITH A SPINNING-OUT POWERBOMB! Swytch crashes back-first into the canvas and rolls himself away from Carl, arching his back in pain! Carl takes a short breath, shaking his head clear before advancing on the DC. Swytch thinks fast, grabbing Carl’s by the shirt and dumping the big man through the ropes and down to the mats at ringside!

JH: Swytch just bought himself a little bit of time, dumping Carl out here at our feet.

Swytch gets back up but instead of going after his down opponent, Swytch grabs Tony Clarke by the collar and menaces the poor head official of Tuesday Night Throwdown. Tony Clarke cowers in fear, putting his hands up to try and protect himself by whatever crazy reasoning Swytch has to assault him.

JH: What is Swytch doing now? Tony Clarke hasn’t done anything!

TM: He needs to get back on Carl before he recovers!

Carl is already doing just that. Shaking his head clear, the big Cajun fights back up to his feet and turns back to the ring just as Kennedy comes off the ring steps, wrapping her legs around his neck and DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR!

TM: Kennedy with a HurraKennedy off the ringsteps! It’s been far too long since I’ve seen that!

JH: Kennedy is not even supposed to be in this match!

TM: She is now!

Carl tries to fight back to his feet, getting pushed back-first into the apron by Kennedy before she buries her foot in his stomach with a low roundhouse kick that doubles the man over! She immediately follows it up by cracking a second roundhouse kick off his lowered head!

JH: Well, I’d like to say I’m surprised but after what happened at Anarchy In The UK, I had my suspicions that Carl would be in a handicap match tonight.

TM: Oh. He just took a hurracanrana by Kennedy and two kicks. If he were a real man he’d be able to shrug those off. Besides, he should feel lucky that Kennedy had her legs around him.

JH: Oh yeah. I’m sure he feels real lucky.

TM: What? Kennedy doesn’t just do that with anybody. She’s not some cheap slut.

JH: I’ll have to take your word for it.

Kennedy causally strolls away from the crime scene as Swytch finally releases the terrified official. He bounds across the ring, grabbing Carl by his bald head and dragging the three hundred pounder back into the ring! He drops Carl down onto his hands and knees and backs off the ropes, running and CRACKING A JUMPING KNEE OFF THE SIDE OF CARL’S FACE! Swytch pulls Carl away from the ropes and drops into the cover!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


CARL KICKS OUT!
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JH: Even with Kennedy’s interference, Carl is still in this thing!

TM: See? I told you he should be a real man.

Swytch drags Carl back up, smashing a knee into his face in the process. He whips the large man off the ropes, drop toe holding him face-first into the canvas upon his return. Swytch gets back to his feet and sprints off the ropes, DROPKICKING CARL IN THE FACE WITH A SIT-OUT DROPKICK! Swytch throws Carl onto his back and pins one more time!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THR-- KICK OUT!
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JH: Carl just won’t stay down.

TM: He should stay down for his own good. Swytch is tearing him up!

JH: With the major size difference between Carl and our Dual Crown Champion, Swytch is doing a good job taking apart this six-footer.

Swytch grabs that six-footer and pulls him back up to a vertical base. No. Carl begins firing right hands into Swytch’s midsection, backing the unstable superstar a couple of feet. Swytch steps in and drives a knee into Carl’s midsection, putting a stop to Mr. Lucas’ slow building momentum. Swytch runs off the ropes and GETS SLAMMED WITH A SPINEBUSTER as Carl takes all his momentum back, springing to his feet!

JH: A big time spinebuster by one half of the Tag Team Champions!

TM: These people are actually cheering that! Why?

JH: Because they don’t like Swytch. Speaking of which, I thought you didn’t.

TM: Eh, people can change. If Kennedy can accept him, he must not be all that bad.

JH: I thought you might say that.

Carl stays on his prey, lifting Swytch up and throwing him off the ropes! Swytch rebounds right into a military press from Carl! Silent Bob (that’s Carl) shows off his impressive strength, keeping Swytch in the air for seemingly ever before dropping the champ onto his shoulders and SLAMMING HIM DOWN WITH A SAMOAN DROP!

The crowd is going crazy as Carl gets back to his feet. He does the infamous cut-throat taunt, which gets another big pop from the UK crowd, especially since Kennedy is now in full-worry mode, shaking her head as if Carl will somehow feel sympathy for her and back off. No such luck. He grabs… but Kennedy leaps onto the apron! Carl throws Swytch back to the mats and grabs Kennedy by the hair! No, actually Kennedy jumps down just as Carl makes a grab for Swytch’s pupil.

TM: Kennedy! Get out of there. There’s a crazy beast thrashing around like a lunatic.

JH: Do you actually see what’s happening? Or do you like to create your own scenarios?

TM: I prefer to live in a more creative world within my mind.

JH: I thought so.

Carl gives the woman a warning glare before turning his attention back onto Swytch… who’s up! He stomps on Carl’s foot, causing the giant to falter slightly. But it’s just enough for the champ to vault off Carl’s knee, grabbing the bald noggin and pushing it down into his raising knee!

JH: A standing, jumping knee to the face!

TM: You struggled to call that move. I could tell. I’d call it a modified standing wizard!

JH: That’s assuming you even took your eyes off Kennedy enough to see it.

Carl falls back first to the mat, holding his face in agony as he checks his nose for blood. Luckily for him, he hasn’t been busted open. But Swytch is right on him, dragging the man throat-first across the middle rope. He plants his knee on Carl’s back and pushes up on the top rope, driving Carl’s throat across the second cord!

JH: Swytch is choking Carl again!

TM: Then Carl should probably do something about it.

JH: Like what?

TM: Maybe Kennedy over there can help him.

Tony Clarke informs Swytch of his illegal activity, well aware he isn’t listening to a single word spoken. So TC resorts to his count. One! Two! Three! Four! Again, Swytch releases the choking activity right before the five count, staring down and then arguing with the rule-enforcing official. Kennedy takes the opportunity to throw Swytch’s leash around Carl’s neck, choking the man even more!

JH: Look at that! Again, Swytch distracts the referee and Kennedy does even more damage!

TM: They’re great partners. They’re both always aware of what the other is doing. Great, sexy partners.

JH: You think Swytch is sexy?

TM: Hey! He’s the 2005 Male Babe of the Year, remember?

Swytch pulls Carl off the ropes, dragging him into the center of the ring and grabbing him in an inverted facelock. He falls back-- NO! Carl stands tall, pulling Swytch’s feet up off the floor before THROWING HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!! Carl drops to a knee, grabbing his throat and taking in some much needed oxygen.

TM: Holy crap! Did you see that?! He countered the Mind Fuck into… was that an inverted Dominator?

JH: Swytch and Kennedy have done little to effect Carl’s strength, that’s for sure!

Kennedy is back to freaking out. She runs to the timekeeper, pushing Timmy the timekeeper aside and grabbing up his chair. She folds the chair up and throws it in under the bottom rope! Tony Clarke is there to intercept it though, yelling at Kennedy for her ethics. Kennedy backs away to the other side of the ring as TC hands the chair back off to Timmy. Aww, that’s nice. With the ref’s back turned, Kennedy slides the steel chain into the downed Swytch.

JH: Hey. Wait a minute. Did Kennedy just give Swytch his… I guess it’s his leash. That’s weird.

TM: I’m glad to see you find Kennedy getting involved out of the ordinary. I, myself, am appalled.

JH: No! That’s expected. A human being wearing a leash is weird.

TM: You just don’t know how to get it on in the bedroom. Which is why you’re a 40-year-old virgin.

Carl is back to his feet, entirely unaware that Swytch is wrapping the leash around his own fist. Carl drags Swytch up, who rears back and MISSES! Carl ducks the right hand, sinking his boot into Swytch’s stomach and doubling him over! Carl pulls Swytch into a standing headscissors, flips the DC onto his shoulders and FALLS BACKWARDS ONTO THE CANVAS!!

JH: Dammit! Carl was going for the Hard Goodbye, I would imagine.

TM: And he messed up! That’s so like him. Pfft! Strong my ass! He couldn’t even hold Swytch up.

JH: I believe Swytch clocked him with that chain-wrapped fist!

TC checks on Carl, who looks dazed and confused as his forehead immediately begins pouring crimson. Swytch giggles at the sight of blood running down the face of his bewildered opponent, Tony Clarke just as clueless as Swytch slides the chain back out to Kennedy behind TC’s back.

JH: Look at that! He just gave the chain back to Kennedy! Carl is busted wide-open! I think that’s all the proof we need!

Swytch pushes TC aside and drags Carl up, locking him back in the inverted facelock before DROPPING THE BACK OF HIS SKULL INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN INVERTED EVENFLOW DDT!!

TM: And a Mind Fuck for Carl! That’s the most action he’s seen in months!

JH: Glad to see you’re keeping tabs on his sex life. Was that even necessary? Carl was pretty much out of it after that shot to the head with the steel chain!

TM: I didn’t see a shot to the head with the steel chain. You’re seeing things, Jonathan. Clean your glasses, grandpa.

Swytch goes right into the cover, not bothering to hook the leg as he stares straight ahead at a grinning Kennedy.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
[/align]


Swytch remains in the lateral position even as “Return of the Phantom Stranger” reprises over the speakers. A grin twitches onto his lips as he continues to stare into Kennedy’s eyes.

MA: Here is your winner… SSSWWWWYYYYTTCCHHH!!!

Swytch finally relinquishes the pin cover after hearing his name announced, getting back to his feet to stare out at the booing crowd in attendance tonight. He turns around to find the one person cheering him. Kennedy climbs onto the apron, ducking under the middle rope as she crawls into the ring. Swytch grins down at her as she crawls over to him. She grabs onto his vest, using him to pull herself to her feet.

TM: Oh goody! A celebration! I wonder if it’ll be a live sex celebration!

JH: With these two, I wouldn’t be surprised.

Kennedy grabs onto Swytch’s ears, moving her lips near his but not giving the crowd a hot, sexy kiss that they want to see. Or, wait a minute. They booed last time they did that, right? Oh, so she just ends up leaving the crowd happy. Swytch cranes his head towards Carl, who’s being checked on by Tony Clarke. Kennedy backs off Swytch, pointing down at the beaten opponent. Swytch moves over to him, pushing Tony Clarke aside.

JH: Oh come on! The match is over! What else is there left to do?

Swytch drags Carl up, with slight difficult now that the man is pretty much nothing but dead weight. He manages to get him vertical, or as vertical as possible before pushing him into Kennedy’s waiting arms. Kennedy locks his neck up in a front facelock. She grins at Swytch before swinging her leg and DROPPING CARL FACE-FIRST WITH A DDT!!!

JH: Come on! The man is defenseless right now!

TM: Wow! What a nice DDT! That was like a front version of Swytch’s Mind Fuck. Lucky Carl!

JH: Lucky?

TM: What? Swytch and Kennedy both just mind fuc--

JH: Don’t even go there!

Kennedy sits up on one knee, staring down at Carl with a smirk on her face. She looks up at Swytch to see a similar grin donning his black lips. She claims her feet as Swytch snatches his title belts from the grasp of Tony Clarke. The duo pay Carl no more attention as they exit the ring together, making their way to the back. Tony Clarke wipes his brow now that he’s in the clear and then returns his attention to the laid out competitor in the ring.

JH: This match ended pretty much how I expected. Swytch and Kennedy took every opportunity they had to turn this into a handicap match. In fact, they created most of the opportunities, if not all.

TM: Oh, get over it! If you want to hang with the big dogs, you have to be ready to combat stuff like that!

JH: Whatever. It was uncalled for. As was that DDT from Kennedy post-match.

[align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align]
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Like it often seems to do, the TNT camera cuts away from ringside into darkness, though there seems to be an odd and faint glow coming from behind the camera. Light suddenly floods into the room as a door opens, though the light is quickly blocked again by a dark figure. The figure's head moves from side to side and reaches out against the wall, flipping the light switch. Nothing. They try to flip the swith a second time, and again, no results. A sigh escapes the person' s lips. A decidedly female sigh. They push the door open further and the silhouette becomes clearer. A curvy feminine figure with short locks. It is Kailey Lane.

Something at this moment catches her eye in the room and she walks away from the door, putting her bag down to prop the door partially open. The strange light still eminates from the back corner of the locker room and the camera swerves around to see what it is that is producing the eerie glow. Flowers? Technically white roses. Carefully she advances on the three white roses resting on her locker room’s bench, the memory of the last rose she received still clear in her mind. A plain white card is attached to a silver ribbon which ties the roses together at their still thorn-covered stems. Kailey reaches her hand toward the flowers then hesitates. Curiousity wins out though, and she lifts the flowers up to look them over before flipping open the card.


[align=center][Note’s Contents]

“Dear Kailey Lane,

I witnessed your Dual Crown Championship match; it was truly heart breaking to watch though. For you to go so far in defeating a personal demon that had haunted you yet come up short due to one you once considered your closest friend, it almost split my heart right down the middle of where it rests in my chest. But despite this incident I do not think it a wise move to align yourself with the very thing that has tempted and haunted you for so very long. After all, all of that hard work, all of the blood, sweat and tears would be for nothing if you were to change into the very thing you’ve been fighting, them. Heed my words, that snake will entangle you in his body and bind you until you can no longer breathe, he will squeeze every last ounce of life from you before he tosses you to the side.

Love, An enigma.”[/align]

A look of utter confusion and shock overtakes Kailey and her hand begins to shake as she holds the note and glances feverishly around the room. How can someone begin to believe they know what she has been thinking? Who would even be that arrogant? Quickly, she pulls the note back to her face with a shakey hand and rereads the card. Once again she seems to recognize the hand writing, but it doesn’t seem to be what she was expecting, perhaps it is even different than last time. Shaking her head in bewilderment and worry, she tries to push the note’s words out of her mind as she tosses the note and roses to the side. Without another look at them, she exits the locker room as quickly as she can.

JH: What a match next!

TM: I have two legend’s to watch, this is awesome!

JH: Loon and Sam?

TM: Go to hell now.

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

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

[align=center]BLEED!
BLEED!
BLEED IT OUT!
YEAH![/align]

MA: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS A TAG-TEAM CONTEST. FIRST, HAILING FROM DETROIT, MICHIGAN, WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY POUNDS AND STANDING AT FIVE FEET ELEVEN INCHES… GRAVER!!!!

Graver steps past the strobes and fog so that his whole body is visible, getting pelted by boos and a few pieces of garbage. He slaps the gold around his waist a few times before raising both hands in a double deuce to his "fans" and making his way to the ring. He ducks under the top rope, raising both arms to New York salute everyone behind him, Stone Cold-style. Graver moves to the nearest turnbuckle and springs up on top of it, pointing to a fan and mocking him before taking the title off his waist and holding it up by 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: I feel sorry for Loon, he could of tagged with anyone better really.

TM: Graver is a legend, don’t shoot him down.

Cult of Personality bursts through the PA and as the drums kick in, Loon makes his way out, with a big smile. He jumps into the air as red pyros go BOOM! and he runs down the wooden catwalk and over the ropes and into the ring.

MA: AND HIS TAG-TEAM PARTNER, HAILING FROM MILAN, ILLINOIS, WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FEET, LOON 2.5©!!!!

He climbs up on the upper-right turnbuckle and raises his hands as the crowd roars. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same, to the same cheap pop. He then hops down, loosens his neck, and turns to the stage.

TM: I hope Graver kills him, accidentally of course…

JH: Thomas, his hearts bigger then anyone, so leave him alone.

TM: His losing streak will be too, watch.

The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers…

[align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align]

…Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring…

MA: INTRODUCING, HAILING FROM KINGS BEACH, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVEN POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FOOT… ALEX EVANS!!!!!

[align=center]Lift Up The Receiver
I'll Make You A Believer!
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…Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin.

JH: Another extremely arrogant Alex moment.

TM: When your as good as him, you can be.

JH: He’s not that…

TM: Don’t, or I’ll make Smarty hurt you.

Fading in from the chorus, Rob Zombie's new rock n' roll hit jams to life.

[align=center]We all pray for 20 innocents
We all bow down - 20 innocents
We all hang high - 20 innocents
We all accused 20 innocents
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The lights flicker out, then back on; Sam Kinloch smiling evilly onstage. The end of the goody-two-shoes American witch struts down to the ring, smirking at the FIW fans before entering through the ropes.

MA: AND HIS OPPONENT, HAILING FROM OUTSIDE OF MISSION, TEXAS, WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN POUNDS AND STANDING AT FIVE FOOT FOUR INCHES… SAM KINLOCH!!!!

[align=center]Do you wanna know where their dreams come from?
Some showed the faith and some showed none.
Do you wanna know where their dreams come from?
Some showed the faith and some showed none.
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The lights suddenly cut again, Sam center-ring. The music hits its eerie interlude, and as the guitar rocks back in, the lights above spark and pop, returning to life as Sam leans into her corner, waiting the beginning of the match.

TM: When your as good as him, you can be.

JH: He’s not that…

TM: Don’t, or I’ll make Smarty hurt you.

As Graver just stands there itching his ass, Loon springs around on the spot, Alex winks towards Michaela and Sam just stares a hole through Loon. Alex looks back and tells Sam, he’ll handle this, so Sam shrugs and climbs out the ring, Graver climbs out the ring, leaving Loon to fight, not really having a choice, once Michaela sees this, she calls for the bell, the match starting underway. Loon and Alex begin circling the ring, each other looking at the other’s partner before they meet center of the ring with a tie-up…

JH: …And we’re underway!

TM: Come on Alex, kick him in the balls.

Alex and Loon then pull off, neither man gaining the power, Loon and Alex go for another tie-up, but Alex just moves to the right, driving a knee into Loon’s gut, Alex then throws him to the ropes, he comes back and gets taken over with a arm drag. Loon shoots back up to his feet, runs and dodges a arm drag by landing on his feet, he then dropkicks Alex in the chest, taking Alex down to the canvas, but he dives back to his feet and then starts driving forearms into Loon’s face, until Loon drop toe holds him out of the way into the ropes, making Alex bounce back, trying to catch his breath.

TM: Disqualify him!

JH: Alex does that every match and he gets nothing…

TM: Alex owns! Loon sucks!

Loon picks Alex up, he then moves to Graver, who stands there looking at Loon, Loon tags him in and Graver just shrugs, slapping Loon on the back as he climbs out of the ring, Michaela calls for Loon to return but Graver slaps him again, tagging himself back in and having Loon hold his chest from the slap as Graver walks to Alex laughing.

TM: Graver rules doesn’t he?

JH: Lack of respect? No.

TM: Your just jealous of his utter coolness.

JH: After that, look!

Graver picks up Alex and simply just punches him square in the nose, making Alex reel into the ropes as Michaela shouts about closed fists, he just grabs Alex tossing him into the ropes. Alex comes back and hit’s him with a flying forearm knocking him down to the canvas as he kips himself up and then waits for him to stand, Graver climbs to his feet only to be met by a flurry of forearms, Alex then knees him in the gut and takes him up and then down with a scoop slam. Alex then backs up, then moves forward hitting a standing shooting star press, winding Graver for a little bit as Alex stands back up and looks across to Sam…

JH: That was impressive…

TM: HA! See knew you liked him.

…Alex picks up Graver, kneeing him in the gut and then walking to Sam, letting her tag in, she does and then pushes past Alex, looking quite content on getting Loon in the ring as she tosses Graver with authority into his corner, she then mouths to loon to get in the ring. Loon is about to tag in, but Graver moves, not looking best pleased with how Sam just treated him, he then seems to play possum falling to a knee, Sam still looking angry charges at Graver, but she’s then taken down HARD as Graver explodes from his position and DRIVES! Her skull into the canvas with a running STO!

TM: ONE SECOND COLLAPSE!!!!

JH: Her head just smashed into the canvas, good god Graver took it to her then.

Graver then goes for the cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…ALEX BREAKS IT UP!!
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…After Alex boots Graver’s back, he’s caught of guard as Loon flies toward him and knocks the pair over the top rope, crashing to the mats as Graver looks at the pair fly over the rope, he then stands up himself, waiting for the pair to stand, he then sees them stand and runs for the ropes, but stops, psyching them out and tapping his noggin, thinking he’s fooled them, but he turns laughing to be met by a harsh super kick to the jaw sending him over the ropes crashing into the pair courtesy of Sam…

JH: Teaches him didn’t it.

TM: That was a blindside attack!

JH: Your point? Graver does it all the time.

TM: Graver does it in style though, so Ha!

Sam stands up, she then runs to the ropes as the three of them stand up, Loon and Alex look dazed by all the crashing on them, but Graver makes it worse, he smacks there heads together as he slides in ring, just in time to miss Sam JUMP the ropes and rope flip right onto the other two, making the three crash to the mats, Graver stands up, looking over to the chaos on the mats, Michaela starts a count but is stopped when suddenly Graver calls for a mic from a ring monkey and steps between the ropes.

Graver: Hey, whoa, hold on a sec. Y'know what, I've been thinkin' about something...

JH: What the hell is he doing!? There's a damn match going on!

Graver: I've just been hoggin' this Fighting Spirit Championship, y'know? And waiting on Madison to pick some contenders for it... it's just not gonna happen. Not unless she finally feels it's time to dethrone me, which we all know could neeeever fuckin' happen.

The crowd boos Graver, mostly for interrupting his own match, but also 'cuz he's a cocky dickhead.

Graver: Hey, shut up. All right, so Loon? You've been doin' pretty hot so far, why don't we test and see if you can keep up the awesome, huh? I'm gonna sit this one out, kid...

Graver does indeed exit the ring, picking up a steel chair and setting it to the right of the walkway, having himself a sit-down.

Graver: ... I'm just gonna fuckin' sit right here, and watch you clean house against Sam and Alex, there. Prove your awesomeocity, and kid... you've got a title shot next week.

Graver smiles and hands the mic back to a ring monkey, then folds his arms across his chest, leaning back and observing the contest.

JH: That’s not fair! Grave can’t make this a 2-on-1!

TM: He just did, Loon’s getting in the ring anyways.

Loon climbs in the ring, he stares down at Graver who’s sitting on his chair in there corner, just watching while drinking a beer. Out of nowhere Sam comes charging and beats down Loon in the corner with a flurry of strikes and kick’s making him fall to the bottom turnbuckle, she doesn’t stop there though, she backs up a few feet, then charges RAMMING her knee right into his face, causing Graver to applaud, she doesn’t pay notice just smiles, satisfied by what she just did…

JH: Ouch, Jesus Sam just exploded.

TM: Tier’s shining off her eh?

JH: Yeah, I can’t argue.

…Sam picks him up and then knees him in the gut, before she places him in a front chancerie, but Loon pushes her off, then jumps and takes her over with a hurricanrana, sending her over to her back, Loon stands and then looks at Graver, knowing her has to prove Graver he deserves as FSC, so he picks up Sam and then scoops her up, driving her to the canvas, he then starts to try and get the fans behind him, but Alex comes from nowhere and DRIVES a forearm directly into the back of his head and makes him drop to his knees, Michaela then makes Alex get back out of the ring, Alex replies with a kiss of course, making Michaela look even angrier…

TM: Alex showing you how it’s properly done.

JH: Loon is putting up with a 2-on-1, who care’s about Alex, come on Loon.

TM: Hope he gets his ass kicked really.

Sam gets to her feet, she stomps down on Loon, then she drops to a knee, hooking in a rear chinlock, wrenching away to Loon, Alex makes it worse by shouting “Tap you bitch!”, but Loon holds his arm up, trying to gain motivation from the fans, which he does, lift his body up as Sam still hold the move in, Loon gets to his feet, he then shifts his weight and DRIVES Sam down into the canvas with a back suplex, making her release the hold as Loon and her look exhausted…

JH: Loon showing he has heart!

TM: Come on beat his little ass down dammit!

Loon and Sam both start to get to there feet, when they both get to the same status, Loon boots her in the gut, he then backs into the ropes, comes back and absolutely OBLITERATES her with as HUGE spear, causing the fans to roar and Alex automatically hold his arm out, SHOUTING for the tag as Loon looks exhausted too…

TM: TAG ALEX SAM!

JH: Loon has no-one to tag, this isn’t fair!

TM: Ha, tough shit.

Both Loon and Sam try and move to there respective corner, Sam having someone to tag, Loon not, but he still tries to go for a tag, but realizes he has no-one but as he does that Sam tags in Alex, who explodes into then ring and baseball slides Loon into the corner, sandwiching him, Alex then stands spinning on the spot, being booed obviously by the fans. Alex then lifts Loon to his feet, Alex then places him on the top turnbuckle, Alex then slaps him in the face making sure he doesn’t move, he then backs up a few paces, then runs, leaps and takes Loon off the turnbuckle with a Frankenstein, Loon crashes to the canvas as Alex sits up, cockily smirking to the fans…

JH: Alex is loving this, look at him, the smug bastard!

TM: Jonathon! That was unlike you.

JH: This is unfair, Loon come on!

TM: Oh calm down.

Alex stands himself up, he then signals for Sam to enter the ring, which she does, they then talk, before both lifting Loon to his feet, they then whip him into the ropes but to there complete shock, Loon explodes with a double dropkick, knocking both down to the canvas, Loon then explodes as he then hits either one that stands up, he then waits for Alex to climb to his knee, before shouting “I KICK YOU!” and then with one absolutely STIFF kick to the head, he waffles Alex, making Alex roll out the ring he then shouts "I AM A BADASS MOTHERFUCKER AM I NOT?!" The fans fucking explode into a huge pop as Loon takes control of the match completely…

JH: I KICK YOU!

TM: no, come on Sam, Alex.

JH: He could do it, come on Loon, we’re all wanting you to!

…Loon then looks toward Sam, she stands up but with one swift kick to the gut knocks him to a knee, Sam then swings his arm over with one loose arm drag, to kicks him then slams his head into the canvas with a DDT, taking them both down, but Sam climbs to her feet, looking down at him, then down at Alex…

TM: Ha, beautiful, that shut the squirt up!

JH: Dammit!

Sam then picks up Loon, Michaela watching them as Loon looks groggy, Sam then whips him to the ropes, but as he comes back he LEAPS and catches her with a DDT, Loon doesn’t waste time though, he runs to the ropes and corkscrew lionsaults off it over and onto Sam! Loon then makes the cover!!!!!

JH: YES COME ON!

TM: HA! NO! SHE’S NOT THE LEGAL ONE!

JH: NOOOOOOOOO!

Loon is devastated as Michaela tells him, he kneels looking absolutely devastated, but without even noticing Alex runs and Connects with a HUGE shining wizard, cracking Loon right in the fucking jaw, knocking him down to the canvas holding his face, Alex then rolls the groggy Sam out of the ring, she lays on the apron, shaking the cobwebs…

TM: SHINING WIZARD!!!!

JH: This isn’t fair! He was so close!

Alex then turns with a wicked grin on his face, he picks up Loon to a standing position, before lifting him onto his shoulders, he then cradles Loon’s legs, before then with one swift movement DRIVES Loon into the canvas with a cradled Samoan Driver, Alex doesn’t pin him though, he moves over to Sam, as she called him, screaming literally, Alex walks over and Sam tags herself in to Alex’s anger, but before he can do anything she boots Alex in the balls, making him drop to the canvas, rolling out the ring…

JH: What the hell?

TM: WHAT SHE DOING?!

JH: She wants to make sure she pins Loon, man she hates him.

…Sam then climbs in the ring, Graver just sits there enjoying what he’s seeing as Loon lies in the middle of the ring, holding his head, Sam then literally, backs up a bit, before running and LEAPING as high as she can, crashing down onto his mid -section, she then covers him…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!!
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With that Sam raises to her feet, she smiles to herself as she looks down at loon, then over at Graver, Alex climbs to his feet, using the apron, but he has no time to do anything as Sam’s up the entrance way already…

MA: YOUR WINNERS AT A TIME OF SEVEN MINUTES AND THIRTY FIVE SECONDS… SAM KINLOCH AND ALEX EVANS!!!!!

…Alex doesn’t look pleased at all, Graver laughs as he sits up and walks up the entrance way, Sam disappears as Loon sits up, looking quite gutted, the camera cuts to the commentary desk though.

JH: This was a disgrace! Graver just walked off and left his tag team partner in a handicap match, telling him IF he could win then he'd prove himself a worthy Fighting Spirit contender!

TM: Well, you have to admit, that's a good way to prove your worth. If you can't hang with Alex and Sam at the same time, you're certainly not gonna do very well against Graver!

JH: Oh please! Fighting Graver would've been one on one! This was a damn handicap match! Alex and Sam could tag in and out!

TM: Calm down, Jonathan! I think we've got a commercial break coming up. Take your blood pressure medicine.

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

FIW fades up from black to reveal an extreme close up of Cookie's face. The camera backs off to reveal more of Cookie and in the background the view can see that Cookie is standing infront of a doorway leading to a weighroom. Not much can be seen in the weightroom but several empty machines are visible and the constant motion of a bar going up and down at the hands of some unseen individual. Cookie begins speaking in a slow sober tone, uncharacteristic of his previous appearances.

Cookie: "When my man Sullivan shared his life with you people, you disrespected him. My man Sullivan shared his personal life with you people and YOU PEOPLE LAUGHED!!"

Cookie quickly gains momentum, his voice returning to his slow roar.

Cookie: "MY MAN SULLIVAN IS NO JOKE!!! He is the most aggressive man to ever to wrestle professionally. He poccesses all three I's *Cookie raises three fingers* unlike the rest of you SUCKAAAASSS!!! NOW I KNOW YOU ASKIN!! I KNOW YOU ASKIN' *Cookie modifies his voice a little* 'Cookie, what are those three I's you keep talkin' about?' Well my man Sullivan he got that INTENSTIY!!! and he got INTENSITY!!! and whats that other one *Cookie makes a slight confused face* OH YEAH INTENSITY!!"

Cookie: "My man Sullivan is going to walk into that locker room very soon. So very soon. And he ain't gonna ask for respect but he gonna get it. And he gonna get it in spades or he gonna BEAT IT OUTA YOU!!! You think my man Sullivan is funny? You wait till he gets his hands on you and locks in a submission. You ass can scream all you want but he don't care and I sure as hell don't care about you. I'll prolly laugh my ass off while you scream in pain!! WHILE MY MAN SULLIVAN TEARS YOUR ARM OUT OF ITS SOCKET!! WHILE MY MAN JERKS ON YOUR NECK!!! *Cookie grits his teeth and allows the next few words to oze out of his mouth* Or while he lays fists into your head making you bleed that blood your mama gave you."

Cookie: "I KNOW YOU THINKIN'!!! I KNOW YOU THINKIN'!!! Where is Sullivan? WELL I'LL SHOW YOU!!! I'LL SHOW YOU!!!"

Cookie enters the weight room and is followed by the camera. As the camera enters the layout of the room is clear, the room is barely lit and covered in low tech machines. Heavy weighs clutter the machines and floor but the real attension is focused on the up and down motion of a bar loaded with weights. Anyone who spents time in a weight room would recognize the six plates as 315lbs, everyone else would recognize it as "alot." As Sullivan lifts the bar off his chest he exhales "ANOTHER!!" and repeats. The man keeps up a very quick pace, tiring to watch even through a telivision screen. As Sullivan continues benching Cookie shouts a couple of words of encouragement.

Cookie: "THAT'S INTENSITY!!! THAT'S INTENSITY!!!"

Sullivan picks up the pace only slighly continueing to exhale "ANOTHER!!!" after the completetion of each rep. Cookie then faces the camera and shouts...

Cookie: "THAT F....I....W....is INTENSITY!"

The loud clang that soothes weightlifters echos through the room as Sullivan descides he has done enough. He quickly sits up and snarles.

S:: "RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!"

The camera focuses on the ugly, sweat and hair covered face of Mr. Rick Sullivan.

JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the April 18th two thousand and six edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown. As always I’m Jonathon Hitchen-

TM: – And I’m Thomas Moore-

JH: – We are kicking things off with an interesting opener. Perhaps one of the smallest male wrestlers ever to grace the FIW ring and perhaps one of the largest make wrestlers ever to grace the FIW ring go head to head.

TM: Their size might be a difference between them, but a similarity is they both wear masks!

MA: This is the opening contest of the evening, your referee is Richard Kelly and this match has a fifty teen minute time limit. Introducing first…

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Rich mariachi music begins to play, scintilating the crowd with the promise of something spicy. However, nothing spicy this way comes as the lights cut and the entryway is illuminated a dusty yellow. The giant shape of the skull cowboy lumbers onstage as Rammstein's familiar thundering guitars kick in. He stands with his legs shoulder width apart and his head bowed. A caw is heard and a huge raven flies down from the rafters, lighting on the cowboy's left shoulder. He dredges toward the ring with methodical slowness, paying no mind to the fans as they cheer both ways on either side of him. He steps below the top rope, the raven giving another cry before it flaps to the near turnbuckle. The cowboy removes his hat and coat, setting them in his corner and staring a hole through his opponent with his nothing eyes.

MA: He hails from Angel Fire, New Mexico and weighs in tonight at three hundred and fifty six pounds, he stands in at six feet and eleven inches. He! Is! THE SSSSSSSSSSSKULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL COOOOOOOOOOOOOWBOOOOOOOOOOY~!

TM: Just last week this big monster of a man helped bring the tag belts back to TNT.

JH: Combine that and his already impressive record since coming to FIW, and I think it’s safe to say Smarty might have bitten off more than he can chew for his client.

The tune of classic kung-fu music echoes through out the P.A. speaker and soon “Ninja" kicks in.

[align=center]"Damn I wish I could be a Ninja"

“Damn I wish I could be a Ninja"

“Damn it feel good to see people up on it"
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As the music continues to play smoke fills the arena and a mysterious cloaked figure walks out. A few of the fans dressed up like Ninjas begin to cheer on their hero. Slowly the cloaked figure raises his head to have the hood fall off and reveal his Ninja mask. The rest of the fans cheer on Extreme Ninja #2 as he pumps his sign proudly up into the air. However the cheers soon turn to jeers as Smarty Smark with a grin on his face struts out with Paper Bag Man right behind him. Ninja silently sighs as Smarty points at his client and yells "The Man!" “Drink four glasses of milk a day!" Extreme Ninja #2's sign reads as he charges along the entrance ramp before he hops over the top rope. Smarty Smark stays back as he takes his sweet time strutting down towards the ring. When he finally arrives he points down and PBM sadly gets down on his hands and knees on the apron. Smarty uses him as a foot stool and climbs up him to climb over the top rope. After entering the ring Ninja sets his sign in the nearest corner to him and disrobes himself. Smarty Smark claps and points once again confidently at Ninja as he praises him. The referee asks Smarty to leave the ring which causes a non-audio able insult from Smarty before he exits the ring. Extreme Ninja #2 turns around in his corner and awaits the match to begin.

MA: And his opponent…He hails from Detroit Michigan, he weighs in tonight at one hundred and eighty pounds, he stands in at five feet and ten inches. He! Is! EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTREMMMMMMMMME NNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIINJAAAAAA NUMBER TWO~!

JH: For those of you who didn’t see it, this match all came about a few weeks back when the Merchants of Menace were taking on Kendra Norton and Extreme Ninja #2, skull cowboy ran in and assaulted both teams, Smarty felt the cowboy screwed his clients out of their rightful tag team titles shot and so went to Madison Lee, demanding some kind of repayment for the screw job. That’s when Madison made this match just a week before Anarchy; little did she know that cowboy would actually win the belts with Carl thus making this match actually have some aftermath on the tag team contendership if Ninja manages to defeat him.

TM: And he will, because all these Benjamins that Smarty gave me tell me that Ninja is a shoe-in for the win, regardless if cowboy has over a hundred pound weight advantage and over a foot in height advantage.


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The cowboy charges right at Ninja and swings his arm upward with malicious intent, however to a applause from Smarty Smark on the outside, Extreme Ninja #2 ducks the lariat and spins the bigger man back around. Cowboy is greeted with a rapid fire of open hand slaps, Ninja going crazy as he unloads slap after slap, but he slowly starts to notice that none of the slaps are having any affect on his opponent, his slaps slowly begin to stop, with the last slap almost looking like Ninja is striking in slow-mo. Extreme Ninja #2 looks to his left, and then to his right and then back up at skull cowboy, whose nothingness for eyes are staring down at him, EN #2 tips his head slightly to cowboy and slowly starts to back away from the co-tag champ. Smarty Smark, to Richard Kelly’s dismay, hops up onto the apron and starts patting Ninja of the back, giving him a pep talk as the two, with worried looks, stare over at the masked mystery, skull cowboy starts walking towards the two of them, which gets a frightened yelp out of Smarty as he drops from the apron and hides behind Paper Bag Man. Grabbing a hold of Extreme Ninja #2’s head cowboy rams his head against Ninja’s, head butting him, he rears back and for a second time head butts his much smaller opponent, and third time is the charm as the skull cowboy head butts Ninja, right before he tosses the client of Smarty Smark back towards the center of the ring.

TM: Come on Ninja! Do some thing! You can’t let Smarty down now!

JH: Not much you can do if your strikes don’t have any affect on your opponent. Or when there is nearly a child’s worth of difference between the two of them in height and weight.

TM: Yeah, but Ninja still has some of that flippity floppity crap he can fall back on.

JH: Oh I’m not saying the writing is on the wall yet, just that perhaps the writer has pulled out his marker or can of spray paint already.

Ninja tumbles in a ball, rolling past the center of the ring, but managing to stop rolling before he reached the other side of the ring, the cowboy calmly strolling after his prey as Smarty Smark threw a not too pleasant comment the masked giant’s way. Placing the heel of his boot against the throat of EN #2, the cowboy starts to illegally choke the life out of the little guy, Richard Kelly is all over it as he starts his count, the skull cowboy keeping his foot on Extreme Ninja #2’s neck calmly, not even bothering to argue with the referee about the count. At the count of four the cowboy releases his hold on the second of the Extreme Ninjas, stepping far enough away that Richard was content with it, Kelly checks on Ninja for the few seconds he gets before the skull cowboy scoops the littler man back up to his feet. To a thunderous amount of jeers from the men in the front row dressed up like Ninja, the cowboy tosses the cruiserweight right over his head with a fall away slam, sitting up casually as Extreme Ninja #2 clutches at his spine and mid-section, his body despite the lack of sound looking like he is gagging and coughing. Several of the Ninja fans held up their signs that read “Screw you cowboy!” and “Go back to broke back mountain!”, and even “Your hat is dumb!”, to which the cowboy simply ignores as he grabs Ninja by the back of his mask and pulls him up to his feet, as if to respond to those insults the skull cowboy almost mockingly slaps the defenseless Extreme Ninja #2 with his free hand, once growing bored of it pie facing EN #2 back down to the canvas to a series of jeers from the entire fan base in the arena.

JH: Well it certainly doesn’t seem like the mysterious cowboy is getting many friendly calls his way from the fans.

TM: That’s what he gets for messing with Ninja, and my possible ticket to free booze.

JH: You really only do care about Ninja because of the money and free entry to parties Smarty gives you, don’t you?

TM: What? Since when was it my job to actually care about the guy? Smarty just pays me to cheer him, not like him, though I suppose I could ask Smarty for extra for that feature.

Running into the ropes the cowboy comes bouncing off of them, all three hundred and fifty six pounds of him charges towards the fallen Extreme Ninja, he leaps into the air and drives his head masked face first into Extreme Ninja #2’s masked forehead, connecting with a running head butt. Pushing himself back up to his feet by his knuckles, the cowboy races to the opposite side’s ropes, bouncing off of them and hurrying back towards his small foe, leaping up into the air and driving down his ample mid-section onto Ninja’s skull, delivering a vicious running body splash. Kelly tries to check on the small man as the masked cowboy gets up to his feet and races into yet another side’s ropes, barreling back like a train, he jumps into the air and gets the most height out of all three, driving the point of his knee cap down on EN #2’s skull with a running knee drop. Shoving the referee to the side the skull cowboy gets up to his feet, and he for good measure stomps the point of his boot right against the forehead of Ninja’s skull, before he starts kicking the side of his head, causing Extreme Ninja #2 to try and roll away to get away from these blows to the head. Waiting a few moments the big man allows Extreme Ninja #2 a few moments to recover, Ninja even starting to stumble up to his feet, once up to them the cowboy races into the one set of ropes he hasn’t set, rushing right towards his smaller masked challenger and looking to knock him down with a shoulder tackle, EN #2 staggers about in a turning fashion until he is facing the on coming monster, cowboy leaps into the air, and nearly gets his throat caved in as Extreme Ninja #2 palm thrusts his throat in mid-air to a monstrous cheer!

TM: Yes! Ninja countered that freak’s attack!

JH: It did certainly look like the end of the line for Extreme Ninja #2 if the skull mask wearing wrestler had connected.

TM: Crap! How does that freak do it?!

JH: I must admit he is scary with how he can recover so quickly.

Like clock work the skull cowboy sits up as the announcers are amazed by it, but he isn’t completely fine, clutching at his throat he forces his massive body back up to a vertical base, Richard Kelly tries to check on him but the skull cowboy simply shoves him aside, the co-tag title holder charging right towards Ninja. Trying to do the very thing he failed at last time the cowboy leaps up into the air, and just like last time Extreme Ninja #2 catches him with a palm thrust to the throat, the cowboy manages to stay on his feet this time, coughing and hacking while rage starts to take over his thought process. With the crowd and Smarty Smark behind him Extreme Ninja #2 grabs hold of the skull cowboy and whips him towards the corner, but the cowboy reverses and sends the masked Ninja flying into the corner, but he isn’t far behind the littler man, sadly for the skull cowboy, Extreme Ninja #2 dives out of the corner, leaving the bigger man to crash head on into the turnbuckle. Staggering out of the corner the skull cowboy is met with a third palm thrust to his throat, causing him to lose his footing and drop down to one knee, Richard Kelly trying to check on the mysterious New Mexican but once again he shoves Richard to the side. Bouncing off of the ropes, Extreme Ninja #2 crosses the ring like a bolt of lightning back towards his much larger foe, in mid-run diving forward into a roll, hitting a rolling koppou kick on the skull cowboy and taking the big man off of his feet!

TM: Yahoo baby! Extreme Ninja #2 is on fire tonight!

JH: Ninja is making the impossible a reality, he is fighting back! He might just be able to win this thing!

TM: Might be?! He IS going to win Jonathon! He HAS to win!

JH: As much as I’d hate for that fat little piggy of a worm, Smarty Smark, to be happy over one of his clients winning tonight, I can’t help but root for Ninja.

Both men start to stagger up to their feet, mean while Smarty Smark grabs a hold of Richard Kelly’s pant leg, pulling the referee right out of the ring, the official and Ninja’s manager start arguing. While Richard is distracted however Paper Bag Man enters the ring, and he is holding the skull cowboy’s tag team title, the cowboy pushes himself up to his feet, only to have the skull cowboy barely avoid the title shot to his masked head! Paper Bag Man looks around to try to escape but the skull cowboy grabs the paper bag wearing lackey by his throat, he leans in for a moment and whispers some thing into his ear, right before he choke slams Paper Bag Man and the tag title over the top rope and to the outside, PBM lands with a splat on the ringside mats like a bug! Smarty Smark tries to continue to distract the referee but Richard Kelly is fed up with Smarty’s rants, he enters the ring again unaware of PBM’s failed involvement in the match, Extreme Ninja #2 staggers up to his feet only to have the skull cowboy grab him and place his head between his own legs. The skull cowboy looks out at Smarty Smark and gives him the thumbs down gesture which only sends the manager of the superstars into a childish fit on the outside, the big man from New Mexico lifts up Ninja and holds him up in the air for a moment, dropping his right arm before he slams EN #2 against the canvas with a Bombamuerte, keeping himself in a leaning forward position as he rolls Ninja up in a jack knife roll up!


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JH: Ha ha! Smarty’s plan backfired! Though it is a shame Ninja has to lose, I’m glad to see that lil’ piggie throw his fit!

TM: Shut up! This plan was ruined by that idiotic freak in the goofy mask! Him and his stupid “messages”.


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JH: Oh, so you are saying that you’d rather had Paper Bag Man succeed and the cowboy get screwed?

TM: Of course! Booze and pussy always goes above jacked up freaks in masks!


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DING DING DING!
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MA: Your winner by pin fall…THE SSSSSSSSSKULLLLLLLLLLLL COOOOOOOOOOOOOOWBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY~!!!

Rammstein’s all too now familiar tune plays over the speakers as the skull cowboy stands up, he looks down at Extreme Ninja #2’s lifeless body for a moment, perhaps thinking of what to do with it or perhaps almost pitying the fellow masked man for having to serve Smarty. In either case the skull cowboy does nothing to Ninja as he slides out of the ring, which results in Smarty Smark snapping out of his fit long enough to run behind Paper Bag Man who’s managed to get to his feet, the masked cowboy calmly walks towards them. Upon reaching the two the skull cowboy extends his hand with his palm facing skyward, Paper Bag Man looks at the oddity and looks around, realizing he is still holding the big man’s title belt, sheepishly he places the title belt on the skull cowboy’s palm as Smarty Smark keeps saying “shoo”, as he waves his hands at the cowboy from behind Paper Bag Man. Slowly the skull cowboy turns his attention from Paper Bag Man to Smarty Smark, his dark deep voids for eyes staring directly at Smarty Smark, the two share this stare down for several seconds, and then with nothing said or nothing done the skull cowboy turns his back to them, slinging his belt over his shoulder, and walks to the back as Richard Kelly checks on Extreme Ninja #2.

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[align=center]The smashing chords of 'Line in the Sand' hammer over the PA, being welcomed by a chorus of cheers. The lights turn to a dark red, almost a maroon. The chorus begins and walking from behind the curtain is 'The Monster Of TNT' Jim O'Brien.

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


O'Brien raises his right fist to the air, then begins his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans cheering the multiple time - multiple champion. Jim hits a few high fives on the fans to the right of him, as his left arm is in a sling. Jim then reaches his destination, climbing over the top rope.

TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I AM

Jim walks to the nearest corner and raises a right fist to the air again, the crowd cheering wildly. Jim walks to mid-ring and then yanks a mic from his pocket, cuing 'Line in the Sand' to fade out.
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JH: There's a lot of speculation as to what Jim's announcement could be.

TM: I've been hearing a lot of rumors, Jonathan. And my sources tell me that this could very well be the last time we see Jim O'Brien on TNT!

JH: Anything to boost your own ego by slandering Jim, right?

TM: No, I'm serious! That's the word going around backstage!

Jim raises the mic to his lips, but the Sheffield crowd won't have any of that - they're gonna cheer wildly 'til the cows come home! Jim lowers his mic, a small smile brewing over him. That's something he hasn't genuinely done in awhile - smile. But amidst the mad poppage for him, Jim raises the mic back to his lips and speaks.

O'Brien: Thank you. *crowd pops heavily again* Y'know to get that kind of reaction, especially after a lot of the things I've done and said to you fans, it really means a lot. I was planning on making this announcement at Anarchy after my match with Onikage, but I wasn't exactly thinking about what I had to say when I was choking out Onikage!

The Sheffield crowd pops massively once again, a small "GRIZZ-LEE! GRIZZ-LEE!" chant sprouting from one of the front rows. Jim points at them and shouts "You people are crazy!" TNT's Monster chuckles for a bit, bringing the mic back to his lips as the crowd dies down a little bit.

O'Brien: But y'know... I've been around TNT for a long time. I'm one of the dinosaurs. And I've done a lot in my time. Been a Spirit of Honour Champion. Been a Fighting Spirit Champion. Had the Ultimate Endurance Championship. Two time Dual Crown holder. I've wrestled all the big names and have beaten them. I've main evented more Pay-Per-Views than... Hell, I don't even remember. I've wrestled in all sorts of matches against all sorts of people. And when you've been around as long as I have and done what I've done, it's very hard to top yourself.

Jim lowers his mic and looks down at his arm, which has a small cast going around his forearm and is hung in a sling. As the crowd wonders where Jim is getting at, Jim continues.

O'Brien: And considering how my life outside of the ring, which has been exposed to all of you over the past five or so months, you know as well as I do that things aren't going so well. So taking into accord that I've done damn near everything that there is to do in FIW and that outside of the ring I have a lot of demons I need to exercise. . . I know TNT can go on without Jim O'Brien.

The crowd boos, not because they hate Jim, but because they don’t want to see him go. They’re stunned, shocked, and really sad too, darn it. But their little boo-hoo party is broken up when the speakers come to life with a little “Downfall” by Trust Company and you know what that means.

JH: What the hell is he doing out here?

TM: Don’t disrespect the Ultimate Endurance Champion. He’s obviously come to wish Jim a proper goodbye is all.

Dante steps through the curtains, walking across the stage to the edge of the walkway. He looks out at the crowd, smirk fully displayed to the crowd and Mr. O’Brien. Dante walks slowly along the walkway, twirling a microphone in his hand as he approaches the ring.

JH: Jim came out here to say goodbye to the TNT fans and Dante has to come out here and ruin the man’s moment.

TM: Shut up, Hitchen, I already told you what was going to happen.

Dante steps through the ropes, keeping his eyes on Jim as he enters the ring. He takes a few steps toward Jim, holding a hand up to keep the big man at bay.

Dante: Easy there, Jimbo. I just wanted to come out and pay my respects to one of TNT’s greatest performers.

That gets a big pop from the crowd. Dante nods his head, Jim looks on a little warily, but seems to appreciate the notion. Dante circles around the ring, the mic a few inches from his lips as he prepares to go on.

JH: I’m surprised. I have to give it to Dante. It takes a big man to do what he’s doing right here.

TM: I’m sure Madison can attest to how big a man Dante is.

Dante: You had everybody fooled, Jim, even me. You see, everybody here used to think you were somebody. Some hotshot, big time wrestler destined for greatness. But that’s not true, is it Jim?

The boo birds are back and in full force. Dante’s taking a beating from the crowd and he doesn’t even care. His attention is focused solely on one thing and one thing only…the man standing in front of him.

JH: Should have seen it coming. Dante never had any respect for Jim and never planned to show the man any. He just came out here to belittle Jim.

TM: No, I think Jim needs to hear this, Jonathon. Maybe it’s time somebody stood up and told Jim the truth about himself.

Dante: What happened to the great Jim O’Brien? The guy that won all those titles, had epic wars against the top names in the company, and held the biggest damn prize on TNT?

He looks to Jim as if he’s expecting an answer, but Jim doesn’t seem ready to provide one.

Dante: He was a fu*beep* joke! You’re a fu*beep* joke! You’re nothing, Jim. A pathetic excuse for a man and even worse, you’re a useless member of TNT. You were on top of the damn world and you let it all slip through your fingers. You were the God damn Dual Crown Champion and now you’re letting garbage like Onikage get the best of you for months.

Dante shakes his head at Jim, the crowd’s boos getting louder and louder with every word he throws in Jim’s direction. Surprisingly Jim seems to be content with letting Dante go on his little tirade, but the crowd thinks he should get on with beating the UEC where he stands.

Dante: No, you were right, Jim. TNT will go on without you and it’ll be a better brand without your sorry ass dragging it down. Go on, Jim. Tuck tail and run. Take your damn ball and go home. Do us all a favor and leave. Save us the trouble of having to see your sorry ass here week after week. Go home, sit down in a recliner, pop a few beers and watch TNT on your little television while the real talent gives the fans what they want.

Dante is standing toe to toe with Jim now. He looks up into Jim’s neutral expression, a hint of disgust on his own face.

JH: It’s like he’s daring Jim to hit him. Do it, Jim! Show that son of a bitch why you’re the most decorated champion in TNT history!

TM: He doesn’t have the stones. And if he did, we all know Dante would just beat him down and make him cry uncle.

Jim looks around the Sheffield crowd which is popping and cheering wildly for him. He then looks deep into Dante's eyes, then to the canvas. He drops his mic to the floor, creating a loud buzz of feedback but cuts immediately. He looks over his shoulder into the crowd once again, seeing their faces grow with concern and confusion.

JH: What in the world's going on? Why doesn't Jim just clock Dante?!

TNT's Monster then turns and starts to walk away from Dante! The Sheffield crowd begins to boo and jeer wildly as Jim climbs over the ropes and starts to walk up the rampway.

JH: I can't believe what I'm seeing. Jim O'Brien's gonna leave TNT on these terms?! He can't go like this!

Jim reaches the entryway. He looks over his shoulder to face the crowd, to face Dante, then walks through the entryway, disappearing from our screen.

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A dark sky is shown with black clouds rolling along pushed by a mighty wind. Animals run across a country field as the sound of thunder startles them. Then suddenly the scene goes to that of a city. A nameless city whose horizon is one of mighty buildings of many heights. It is nightfall and there is light in nearly every window. The lights begin to flicker as a low, deep voice speaks.

[align=center]Power. Power is the one thing humanity cannot live without.[/align]

In an underground parking garage the headlights of many cars begin to flash on and off.

[align=center]Power enables us to travel from place to place.[/align]

A steak is cooking on a hot pan over an open flame that seems to fluctuate.

[align=center]Power enables us to cook food to eat.[/align]

Someone’s hand moves a thermostat’s setting. First to the 90’s, then down in the 70’s.

[align=center]Power heats and cools our homes. Power is everything. He has the power…[/align]

Suddenly the cityscape goes dark, the car’s headlights blow out, the flame dies and there is a spark inside the thermostat box.

[align=center]… and he is coming!

Coming soon to TNT… and you will know his name!
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Cutting to a backstage hall way the camera focuses on JJ, who looks like he has seen better days. The young man is wearing his typical clothing but with a few new extras, like for example the bandages on his head that partially hide his dark locks, and the slight limp that seems to frustrate him. He walks slowly down the hall way and turns his attention towards a door way, however his expression soon turns to confusion. To see what he sees the camera pans behind him to reveal Kailey Lane talking to a stereotypical looking fix-it man, the middle aged man nods his head to Kailey and starts to walk off as they wrap up their conversation.

Kailey: Thanks again.

While the middle aged man walks away it is then that Kailey notices JJ walking towards her door way. JJ’s expression is one of curiosity and confusion as he looks at the man who is passing him.

JJ: What was that about?

Kailey's eyebrows furrow as she gets more defensive than she should.

Kailey: He was thanking me for dinner last night.. said he liked the dessert the best!
She winks at JJ who's chin has dropped to the floor. Laughter fills the hall as Kailey claps JJ on the arm.
Kailey: Dude, chill out! You are way too serious. I was talking to him about the lights in my room. They weren't working earlier.

JJ: Oh, are they working now?

Kailey: Yep, see for yourself. Well, almost. They have to fetch more bulbs.

JJ leans slightly forward, peaking through the door way as the camera does to reveal a half-lit locker room.

JJ: Weird that it wouldn’t be working.

Kailey: Things like this go wrong all the time. They probably overlooked this room when getting it ready for us. At least the mini-fridge was stocked. Care to come in while they finish up? Want something to drink?

JJ: Oh, thanks. I'll take a cola if you have one. No, wait, make that a water.

The two of them enter Kailey’s locker room, with the camera man follow quickly after the pair of them. JJ tilts his head back, cracking it slightly, as he walks into her locker room and Kailey grabs a water for JJ and a cola for herself from the mini-fridge. She hands him his drink and then sits down on the couch in her locker room.

Kailey: Cheers! *raises her cola up in the air* So what do I owe the honor of this visit?

JJ smiles slightly and decides to lean against the wall as he looks at Kailey.

JJ: Nothing, just wanted to check on you, I mean it seemed like after Anarchy you weren’t in too good of shape, both bodily and otherwise.

Kailey gingerly feels along the bandage that still covers the bite on her forehead.

Kailey: Give them time. The face of Kailey will be forever altered at this rate. How are you doing? Moving along any better?

He looks up at the bandages on his head and smiles innocently, as if he just remembered he had them on his head.

JJ: Hey, I’m not in too bad of shape all things considered, besides, with the limp I could dress up as a pirate this year for Halloween.

As JJ chuckles Kailey grins. At least the kid has spunk.

Kailey: I dunno, I think this is all happening too soon for you, JJ. Maybe you should take it easy for that long and get yourself back up to speed.

JJ: I was just messing around, I don’t think it’ll last that long, the doctor said I’ll be as good as new in a few weeks. Just as long as I avoid things that weigh over four hundred pounds falling on top of me as we fall twenty or so feet to the floor or try to make love to any poles of barbed wire. But getting back to the subject that brought me here, how are you? Any serious battle scars?

Kailey: I think a few will live on in infamy. The rest will fade with time. I am glad I have this week off though, 'cause my muscles would go on strike if I tried to to anything too heavy.

A weak smile creeps over JJ’s lips and he looks downward, obviously a bit relieved she isn’t too badly hurt. He pushes himself off of the wall and walks over, sitting down on the bench beside Kailey.

JJ: And as for mental damage from the whole thing?

Kailey: I'm good. Okay, not good but, I'll live. I never expected Kennedy to be all happy to see me, and she didn't disappoint.

JJ: Some how that doesn’t surprise me, but what about big, tall and idiotic? I mean I know you know better than any one how he is, but do you really think you can trust Franken-Russian enough to team with him? Might look like a common enemy at the moment but you never know with him, he flip flops on his views nearly as much as Samoan Man-boobs Mcgee.

Kailey looks over at JJ with a raised eyebrow over his name for Dante Coles, perhaps holding back a bit of a smile. As to the Ragin' question, she passes it over with a simple shrug of her shoulders.

JJ: Hey if worst came to worst you could always call upon me, like I said, I got your back.

JJ smiles mockingly brightly and holds out his hands to his sides in the classic “ta da” like pose Magicians use. Kailey smirks slightly and pokes JJ’s stomach, causing him to wince slightly and clutch at his tender mid-section.

Kailey: Oops.

JJ: Okay okay okay, so I’m not at hundred percent right now, but in a few weeks I will be. Then the combo of Lane and Jacobs would be unstoppable.

Kailey: Unstoppable at the local pool hall maybe.

The two of them laugh slightly but JJ notices some thing out of the corner of his eye. He turns around on the bench and bends over, shifting Kailey’s attention from their fun to whatever it is he is looking at. Kailey sighs and rubs her hand on her pantleg.

JJ sits up, holding in his hand the three white roses and the note tied to them, by his expression it is easy to tell he isn’t quite sure what to make of it.

JJ: What is this, a secret admirer?

Kailey: Ya got me.

JJ: Weird…You really have such a strange life Kails, don’t know how you put up with it some times.

Kailey: Says Mr. Feather-Boa-Around-His-Neck.

JJ: Mine might not be normal, but at least it’s not as strange as yours. I’m not getting notes from phantoms after all.

JJ playfully nudges Kailey with his shoulder and smirks slightly.

Kailey: No, you aren't getting notes from anyone at all! Well, maybe from Onikage. "Pick up my laundry. Kill James for me."

Kailey playfully nudges JJ back and he gets a overly dramatic hurt expression as he clutches the note to his chest.

JJ: Such hurtful words, weirdo.

Kailey: Freak.

JJ: Oddity.

Kailey: Changling

JJ: Okay…aaaaand I got nothing left.

Once again the two share a chuckle as the camera zooms out and then cuts back to ringside…

The titantron then goes blank as the arena lights cut off. The arena waits in darkness and silence until a medium blood red glow envelops the ring and it’s surrounding area. A bright sky blue spotlight shoots around the crowd scanning around as the PA comes alive with the sounds of Ateryu’s Demonology and Heartache fast paced guitar intro blares throughout. The spotlight stops right before the lyrics hit and it remains still as Chris steps into the light.

Well I believe you
I see it every time your pallbearer’s pallor is obscured by the darkness (the darkness)


The spotlight goes away and the blood red color turns into an icy blue light. The main lights flicker between the blood red and icy blue colors.

Dancing across your face (across your face)
And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain.


The lights turn back to their normal settings as Chris makes his way down to the ring focused on the ring ahead.

If I had my way I’d cut
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart
If I could get past the sternum.

Am I being too cryptic? Am I being too obscure?
Am I being too cryptic? Am I being too obscure?
And pin me down under glass until the end of days
If it can help you discover that we share the same pain.
I just hope you write your thesis before your subject is dead.
No life after death.


JH: This has to be one of the biggest moments of this man's young career.

TM: And, of course, he'll blow it. He got lucky in that Triple Threat match several weeks ago to determine a #1 Contender. Alex Evans should be the #1 Contender, not this clown.

JH: Well, regardless what you think Chris Love is the #1 Contender & he'll get his title shot momentarily. Anyway, I know how you feel about Cruiserweight matches & this is the Cruiserweight Title match, so if you wanna snoop around for a magazine or use the restroom, you're more than welcome.

TM: Wow, really?

JH: Of course not.

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.

JH: And here's our undisputed World Cruiserweight Champion! And a fine one, might I add.

TM: Well what does that say about her if she's the best of the worst?

April stops to glance out at the crowd on either side before BEING CLUBBED IN THE BACK OF HER HEAD!

JH: Oh my God no!

As the lights cue back to normal, it's revealed that April's Lynn's attacker is none other than KENDRA NORTON! April stumbles several steps forward clutching at the back of her head, her title belt unsnapping froim her waist. She turns to see her assailant and her eyes about bulge out of her head! April groggily throws a Elbow but Kendra ducks it & grabs ahold of the Cruiserweight Champion AND SPIKES HER HEAD FIRST ON THE RAMPWAY WITH A KENDRAPLEX!

JH: OH MY GAWWWWWD! Kendra dropped April right on the top of her head! She could have a broken neck!

TM: YES! This is the greatest Cruiserweight Title match in the history of our sport!!!!!!!!!!

April lays face first on the cold walkway, knocked out. But Kendra stays on her, death-locking April's legs & yanking back on April's head with a Deathlock STF!

TM: NORTON STRETCH ON THE CHAMPION! You know how badly I've wanted to yell that?!

The Sheffield crowd erupts with boos & jeers as Kendra's grip tightens on April, yanking back on the champion's head & legs. Several TNT officials charge their way into the picture, pleading & begging for Kendra to get off of April!

JH: This is madness! We need some medical attention out here now!

After seeing that asking nicely doesn't work, the officials start to grab Kendra & try to pry her off of April. But before they can get a good start at it, Kendra releases her hold on the Cruiserweight Champion. As Kendra climbs to a vertical base, she snatches the Cruiserweight Title off of the ground. She stares deeply into the gold before her, then raises it up over her head for the crowd to see getting a large amount of heat from the TNT faithful. She looks over to the ring where we see Chris Love looking on in shock, then she yells some rather impolite statements at Chris.

JH: I don't understand, what could've prompted this assault?!

TM: Don't you remember what April said regarding Kendra at the last TNT?! It probably stems from that!

Several officials have surrounded April Lynn, trying to revive her. But Kendra shouts & pushes them away. She looks down on April, then drops the Cruiserweight Championship across April's waist. "You better keep that belt warm for me, Barbie! Cause I'm taking that Championship off of you!" Kendra shouts down at the barely conscious Cruiserweight Champion.

JH: I can't believe this! The Cruiserweight Champion has been taken out by the Enforcer of The Funky Bunch!

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JH: Next up ladies and gentlemen we've got an Ultimate Endurance Championship match.

TM: Dante Coles is gonna prove why he's not had any challengers in the last month. Because he's too bad ass for anyone!

JH: After what he did to Jim tonight, I've lost all respect for him.

TM: Really? I've never respected Dante Coles more.

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

MA: Llllladies and gentlemen, the following contest is Ultimate Endurance rules, and is for the Ultimate Endurance Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from New Orleans, Louisiana… RRRREMYYYY BAAAARRRR-TOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

[align=center]“Coming around my senses torn
Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed
As long as you see it as long as you know
As long as you fake it nobody knows”
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Remy makes his way down the raised walkway, taking in the sights and sounds before reaching the ring and stepping through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation.

JH: Remy making his appearance in the ring tonight without Carl, Thomas.

TM: Yeah, he’s banned from the match, Hitchen. As is anyone else. Falls count anywhere matches descend into complete chaos is the ref doesn’t try to keep some order.

[align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering
My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”
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Remy drops down from his perch and turns to face the entranceway. He warms up, stretching his legs, cracking his neck from side to side and checking the tape around his wrists as he waits for the start of the match. The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a frenzy. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage with his championship in hand.

TM: Now THERE’S a champion!

JH: Your powers of observation are limitless, Thomas.

MA: And his opponent! From Lost Angeles, California… he weighs in tonight at TWO-hundred fifty-five pounds and is your TNT Ultimate Endurance Champion… DAAAWNNNTAAAAAYYYYYY… COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLES!!!

The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Reaching the ring apron he walks to the corner then climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arm and championship belt up to the roaring crowd. Dante hops into the ring and hands the title off to the ref, then waits for the match to start. Logan holds up the strap, causing the crowd to pop and the wrestlers to be reminded what it is they’re fighting for. The bell rings, and both men stare each other down.

JH: Look at the intensity on the faces of these two men, Thomas. You know this contest is going to be exciting!

TM: Of course it is! Watching Dante squash radical young upstarts is ALWAYS exciting.

Remy pops on his toes for a second before melting into a fighting stance. Dante simply strafes him, his eyes never leaving the Cajun.

JH: Two very smart wrestlers in the ring, in terms of their knowledge of combat. Both men are just waiting for the other to make the first move so they can start this match off right.

Dante is getting steadily closer to Remy as he strafes, stopping when his body meets the ropes. He strafes back inward, still inching closer to Remy, and pauses somewhere near the middle of the ring. Remy, tired of waiting, throws a few shadowbox punches and a kick, and THAT’S when Dante CHARGES in, grabbing Remy by the ankle to hold him aloft before DRIVING A FIST INTO REMY’S CHEST!!

JH: And a strong sternum punch by Dante gets this match started!

Remy is, of course, taken off his feet from the sweeping move, and Dante follows him down to the canvas, laying in a small pepper shaker’s worth of punches to his face and neck. Remy shoves Dante aside, squirming out from under the champion and quickly retreating out of the ring.

TM: Lookit that worm Remy just running away. What a pussy.

JH: Honestly, Thomas, who WOULDN’T run away from a man punching you in the face?

TM: Chuck Norris.

JH: Touché.

Dante follows Remy to the floor before the former FSC has a chance to get his footing, and when he rises, Dante clamps him in a tie-up. Remy struggles and shoves, and despite Dante’s strength advantage, gets the upper hand! Remy throws a boot to Dante’s midsection and pulls him over with an almost slow-motion DDT!

JH Nice DDT by Remy Barteaux--

TM: Y’know Hitchen, Remy has statistically no chance of winning this match. I mean, hell! He doesn’t even know any submission moves!

JH: This old standby? Thomas, you know as well as I do that wrestlers forced into submissions matches usually instantly develop submission finishers, like the Rock and his Sharpshooter, or John Cena and his STF…

TM: Since when does FIW rip off WWE? I’m tellin’ ya, Remy’s goal here is to knock Dante out, and you know as well as I do it just CAN’T be done.

JH: Well, I do have to admit, Thomas, Dante Coles can take an incredible amount of punishment and still keep fighting.

Remy has risen in the passage of this conversation, and lays a few boots to Dante, followed by a STIFF elbow point to Dante’s spine! Dante rolls over in pain as Remy nips up onto the apron and BACKFLIPS off!

JH: Some kind of springboard/asai moonsault variant from Remy--

BUT DANTE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!

TM: HA! Nobody’s home for Remy!

The Cajun grips his wounded stomach with both arms, moaning in pain. Dante uses the announce table to help him to his feet, glaring at the announcers before turning and pulling Remy up by the shoulders. He lands a VICIOUS elbow strike across Remy’s nose, then catches the back of his head and SMASHES it against the announce table!

JH: Oh come on now! Let’s call this a wrestling match!

Dante points a long, warning finger at Hitchen as he pulls Remy’s head up off the table… BEFORE SMASHING IT BACK DOWN!!

TM: Duh, Hitchen. Never insult the wrestlers when they’re within hearing range, else you become paste.

Dante shakes his head and once again pulls Remy up by the shoulders. He braces himself, snaring the former Tag Team Champ’s arm and WHIPPING him into the ring post---NO! Remy AT THE LAST SECOND diverts his course enough to nip up on the apron and come bouncing back with a flying STIFF roundhouse kick to the side of the head!

JH: And just like that, this match is back in Remy’s hands! What an impressive triangle roundhouse!

TM: “Back” in Remy’s hands? When was it there in the first place?

Remy washes his boot against Dante’s face, then pulls the champ to his feet. Remy looks to lock him up in some fashion, but Dante is far from out, shoving Remy backward a pace. Remy furrows his brows and---CRAAACK!!

Audience: WHOOOOOO!!

JH: STIFF right-handed chop, right across the face of Dante Coles!

Dante has no more time than to look back at Remy before ANOTHER forearm SNAPS itself against his face!

Audience: WHOOOOOO!!

Dante clutches at his nose in pain before throwing a short clothesline to Remy. The Merchant of Menace ducks under it and comes around the other side. Dante turns to face him and---WHIP-CRACKA!!!

Audience: WHOOOOO!!!

Dante stumbles back, his palm to his nose, stemming the bleeding that began of that last shot!

JH: And folks, Dante Coles has just been broken right open, and is POURING blood out here on the floor!

TM: Damn, that looks like a bad one! That shit’s coming out in BUCKETS!

Dante makes the “my nose hurts and blood is coming out of it” face before clearing the short distance between he and Remy, looking to knock him down. Remy positions himself to intercept, but Dante wisely stops short and pulls Remy off his feet, swinging him unceremoniously up and over his head!!!

TM: SSIIIICKKK CAPTURE SUUUPLEXXAAAHHHHH!!!

JH: Capture suplex? Hell, that was barely a wrestling move! Dante Coles just tossed Remy like a sack of potatoes!

TM: Blackened Cajun potatoes, with a side of red beans and rice!

Remy bounces off the mats and skids into the barricades, a small mob of fans trying to reach over security and the barricades to lay a hand on the thief extraordinaire. Dante lurks over and BOOTS Remy in the mouth!

JH: That’s gotta be at least a size 15 that just blasted Remy Barteaux in the mouth! That CAN’T have felt good!

TM: Well, no, Hitchen. It’s a damn wrestling match. What the hell feels GOOD in it?

Dante grips the top of the barricade and puts his foot on Remy’s throat, lifting off his feet to press ALL of his weight down on that one boot. Remy writhes underneath as Logan Black throws his arms in a five-count. Dante lets go and backs off, both hands in the air and a sick smirk on his face. Remy’s hands fly to his throat in order to massage the wound away. Valiantly, he pushes himself off the mats and clambers to his feet, using the barricade for a modicum of support. He takes his hand off his neck and gets in another fighting stance, beckoning Dante to “come get some”.

TM: Poor stupid, useless Remy. Dante’s about to flatten him, or take his head off, or somethin’ cool.

Dante does indeed barrel toward Remy, raising a fist for a clothesline, but Remy DARTS to the side at the last second, flipping his body into a jumping ankle kick as Dante passes him, NAILING the Icon in the back of the head and forcing him to go FLYING over the barricade!!

JH: Good Lord!

Remy pants a smile before hopping over the barricade himself, into the sea of fans. Security does their best to keep the swelling masses away, but is eventually overtaken as everyone forms a tight circle around the combatants. Remy pulls Dante to his feet and drags him toward a stairwell, BOUNCING his head off the railing! Dante looks utterly stunned by the attack, which allows Remy to get in a good Irish whip that sends Dante into the arms of a fan!

TM: Folks, it’s take home a wrestler night here in Sheffield!

JH: As well as rip off Joey Styles night…

Remy instructs the fan to “hold him!”, and the fan does his best in doing so. Remy gets a running start and raises his leg for the Mob Hit--BUT DANTE MOVES AT THE LAST SECOND AND REMY TAKES OUT THE FAN!!

JH: HOLY SHIT!

TM: Uh-oh… here comes a lawsuit…

Remy looks utterly shocked and at a loss, but that expression is soon replaced with a shock of a different color when Dante grabs him by the waistband and the neck, circling him around to CRACK REMY’S DAMN HEAD AGAINST A CEMENT WALL!!

TM: Well, look on the bright side, Hitchen. Remy can truthfully deny he remembers ever hitting that fan… as well as his name, phone number, and really anything else that was just BLASTED out of his head with that spike into the wall!

JH: Har-har.

Remy slumps against the wall, which is a corridor that leads deeper into the annals of the building. Dante grabs Remy by his hair, scraping his face along the pattern in the bricks as they dig deeper into the arena, away from the fans. Referee Logan Black sighs and tries to find an alternate route to them, the fans having blocked him from proceeding.

JH: Well, they’re away from ringside, and watching the fans is kinda boring… could we get a camera or two back there?

There’s a pause as we read a sign that says “MILK DUDS AND SKULL POPS!” with Carl and the skull cowboy’s pictures glued to it. The feed finally switches backstage, where Remy has just managed to break out of Dante’s grasp, and fires a fist into the champ’s cheek! Remy heaves a sigh, then spins into a roundhouse that CLIPS Dante right across the chin!

JH: Remy taking back the match.

TM: Hitchen saying pointless observations.

JH: Thomas acting like he doesn’t do it all the time.

TM: Hitchen… uh… m… getting his mom banged.

JH: *sigh*

Remy FORCES Dante against the arena wall with a slap of flesh on concrete, then grabs his arm and whips him the short distance across the hall… RIGHT INTO A CACHE OF STEEL PIPING!!! The cache rattles as Dante’s 255-pound frame clatters against it, and a split-second later the catch fails, releasing at least three dozen steel pipes down upon Dante!

JH: Now that’s some awareness on Remy Barteaux’s part!

TM: Awareness nothing! He just got lucky. Hell, lucky TWICE! He should be disqualified for using weaponry in this match, but poor Logan isn’t back there yet!

JH: Weaponry IS illegal in this match, Thomas, but I’m sure any referee would tell you those steel pipes just happened to be in the way of Dante’s body. You can’t call a disqualification on account of the laws of physics.

TM: Goddamn Isaac Newton…

Dante waves a hand from the small pile of pipes he’s buried beneath, but Remy kicks at it before standing on Dante’s chest and MOONSAULTING BACK DOWN ON TOP OF HIM!!!

JH: GOOD CHIRST!! REMY-SAULT!! REMY-SAULT ON THE PIPING!!

That actually didn’t prove to be as good an idea as Remy thought, as he rolls back, holding his ribs in pain. Dante does something similar, shrugging off most of the pipes and sending them rolling across the floor. Logan Black finally comes dashing into the scene, looking at both competitors before raising his hands in a count.

[align=center]ONE![/align]

Dante and Remy are still rolling on the ground in pain.

[align=center]TWO!

THREE!
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Remy claws at the wall and tries to use the texture as a handhold.

[align=center]FOUR!![/align]

Dante grabs a part of the cache and uses it to pull himself to his knees, breaking the count. Remy is soon to follow to verticality, and the two wrestlers stare each other down once again, before Dante FLIES into a clothesline, which Remy DUCKS under, coming around the other side! Remy throws a high Yakuza kick Dante’s way, but Dante dodges it and LIFTS Remy off his feet before SLAMMING HIM BACK DOWN INTO THE STEEL PIPES!!

JH: GOD DAMN! Dante Coles just DRILLED Remy into that mess of steel with an HELLACIOUS spinebuster!

TM: HA! Take that Remy, take that April, and take THAT Hitchen!

Dante shakes his head and kicks pipes out of the way, standing above Remy with a determined look on his face. He kicks Remy’s arm in, then runs to the side of the hall, pushing off the wall for momentum and hopping over Remy’s body before pushing off the cache for a little more volume before DROPPING AN ELBOW POINT INTO REMY’S STERNUM!!!

TM: RUNNING ELBOW DROP!! THE! MOST! ICONIZING MOVE… in sports-entertainment today!

JH: Remy sure looks out of it, Thomas. This could be Dante’s chance to win this match and retain his title.

Dante smirks, satisfied with the damage done, and crouches behind Remy’s head, pulling him up into a sitting position, and casually locking in a rear chinlock. He nods to Logan, who looks down and asks Remy if he wants to give up. Of course, there’s no response.

TM: Ha-HA! This is it Hitchen! This is how Dante retains his title! Forcefully! Dominatingly! The ONLY way our Ultimate Endurance Champion should!

JH: I do have to say Remy doesn’t have great chances from here… three arm-raises and it could be all over, for young Remy Barteaux.

Logan lifts Remy’s arm up, and lets it drop. No response from the Cajun. Logan raises his hand, index finger pointing up as the crowd chants along with his decree.

[align=center]ONE![/align]

Logan takes Remy by the wrist again, holding it straight up above the contender’s head. Dante torques the move just a little bit, and Logan releases Remy’s hand… … and it falls once more. He throws two fingers into the air.

[align=center]TWO!![/align]

For the last time, Logan raises Remy’s hand, and again it falls limp--BUT NO!!! Remy’s fist SHOOTS up into the air and shakes with Hulk Hogan-like intensity!

TM: NO! BULLSHIT!!

JH: Remy’s still in this folks! Remy’s still rarin’ to fight!

TM: His hand fell, dammit! It fell! He’s unconscious!

The pair of punches he throws aimlessly at Dante’s face say otherwise, and the champ relinquishes the hold in favor of standing up. Remy quickly gets to his feet, but not quick enough and Dante palms his chest and SHOVES Remy into a door! Dante comes bearing down on Remy, ducking his head to impact with a spear… but goes FLYING RIGHT THROUGH THE DOOR AND INTO A BOX THAT EXPLODES WITH T-SHIRTS!!

JH: What a smart move by Remy Barteaux, opening the door at the last second!

TM: Smart! It’s CHEATERY! That’s what it is!

Dante pulls his head out of the cardboard box and knocks the t-shirts off his shoulders, turning around into a STIFF standing calf kick from Remy! Dante shudders with the impact of the kick, and Remy ducks in, hooking his arm across Dante’s chest!

JH: Fans, we might be seeing Remy’s Sexy Awesome Suplex!

BAM! Elbow to the back of Remy’s skull!

TM: Not if Dante has anything to say about it, we won’t.

Before Remy can get away, Dante locks him in a front chancerie, pummeling the back of his neck and his spine with amazingly thick fists! Remy’s body shakes with each shot, as he claws at Dante’s bicep, trying to pull free from the hold. He gets free eventually, but not of his own volition as Dante FORCES him between his thighs. The champ wastes no time, allowing Remy no window to escape and reaches down, rolling the Cajun upward to sit on his shoulders!

TM: Here it comes! Fall from Grace!

Dante LIFTS Remy that extra half a foot before turning 180 degrees and POWERBOMBING Remy into the concrete floor!!

TM: FAALLLL FROOOOM GRAAAAAAAACEEAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!

BUT DANTE DOESN’T LET GO!! Instead, he repositions slightly to have Remy’s ankles underneath his armpits, and rolls over into that C-position we all know so well!!

TM: DANTE’S INFERNOO!! YES! YESS!!

Remy HOWLS in pain, as a high-angle powerbomb into an elevated crab CAN’T feel good. He tries to resist, pounding his fist into the concrete, but eventually has to give in, tapping feverishly to the submission hold. Dante sees no point in stopping, pulling back EVEN HARDER as the bell back at ringside dings.

TM: YES! Whoo-hoo! Bad! Ass! I told you!

MA: Here is your winner and STTIIIILLL ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION... DAAAWNNNTAAAAAYYYYYY… COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLES!!!

Logan Black tugs at Dante's bulging arms, finally forcing the champion to relinquish the hold on Remy! Remy crumbles to the mat, holding his back in pain as "Downfall" reprises over the speakers.

JH: Remy fought harder than anyone expected, in my opinion. If he gets another opportunity, things might be different!

TM: Pfft! You always say that about challengers who suck. Dante's still the champion and Remy's still nothing. And once Stefan gets a hold of him, he's gonna wish he was still in the Dante's Inferno!

JH: We'll just have to see what happens, won't we? Ladies and gentlemen, that's all the time we've got for you. Be sure to join us next week.

TM: You wouldn't dare miss it!

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