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| Slam! On Monday; 24th April 2006 | |
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[align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/align] The FIW World Title is hanging in the balance and Impact turns around to find Manson getting up. Impact sprints at him and Manson is ready, he lifts Impact up...MUSCLE BUSTER! PAIN! MANSON REACHES OVER INTO THE COVER AND JOE JOHNSON HAS RECOVERED ENOUGH TO MAKE THE COUNT! [align=center]1! 2! 3! MANSON HAS DONE IT![/align] CC: Here is your winner and NEW FIW WORLD CHAMPION...JACK MANSON! KR: JACK MANSON IS THE WORLD CHAMPION! CM: I can't believe this! [align=center]Well here's another one (WHAT!) In the gutter one (WHAT!) Ghetto runnin em Troblesome extra double double I come to beat em The beat em and mistreat em So what if that I'm cheating. Every one wanna sound grimey. Imma show you how come on (ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!)[/align] But Keith looks hell bent on doing it! He grins to the crowd......BEFORE THRUSTING T-BIRD'S HEAD IN BETWEEN HIS LEGS! HE SCOOPS HER UP...........KEITH WILLIAMS SCOOPS T-BIRD UP AND LEAPS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A SICK PACKAGE PILEDRIVER FROM THE TOP ROPE! THE FANS ERUPT IN A MASSIVE "HOLY SHIT" CHANT, AND WILLIAMS ROLLS INTO A COVER! [align=center]Yeaah, ohh yeaah! YEAH! That's how we gotta be so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that Think about playin russian roulette with an atuomatic rifle My ass against the line blast bullets first On Line[/align] IMPACT IS CLOSE TO FALLING OFF, HE REGAINS HIS BALANCE BY GRABBING THE LADDER IN FRONT OF HIS CHEST! IMPACT STANDS UP STRAIGHT AND SWINGS BUT MANSON DODGES IT AND HE CLASPS A HAND AROUND IMPACT'S THROAT! MANSON SHOVES HIM OFF BACKWARDS OFF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE PYRAMID OF TABLES BEHIND HIM! MANSON RETAINS THE TITLE! [align=center]Toughest step and a rep and a run packin a weapon its wild Peace to the brothers on Rycher's Isle Pumping up a trebble and didn't like he's criminally in buck my eye, Oh my god I'm so high Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what does it take to make you get Making million children SLAM! Slam![/align] Oldriod comes to the outside, he grabs his World Championship belt and the ring bell. Orion brings both items back into the ring, he drops the title belt near a corner and then places the ring bell carefully. He grabs Ragin's legs and sets him up for a reverse figure four, Orion then pulls the Master of the Rage up into a crouching position...999 CHRISTIAN DDT!!!! RAGIN'S FACE CANNONS INTO THE RING BELL!!!! [align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/align] Kashmir is driven down onto the glass ceiling. As he does, the glass cracks with the weight and strength. The crowd pop for this, as Maj slowly gets up, he gets up and looks down at Kashmir. He grins, as he suddenly spits onto Kashmir. The crowd cheer for this, as Maj turns to reach for the remote control that hangs above his head. He lifts up his arm, but suddenly stops, as Kashmir is trying to get hismelf up using the back of Maj's pants as leverage. Maj turns around, and Kashmir gets on one knee, letting go. Maj suddenly grabs the head of Kashmir and lifts him to his feet. Then suddenly, Maj throws Kashmir right to the open hatch. Kashmir cannot stop, and runs straight into it. He falls through, but grabs onto the edge of the opening with one hand. The crowd gasp in shock, as Kashmir hangs 20ft above the ring, holding on with one hand. Maj walks over, seeing he's in control. He has the remote with the button on it in his hand. He looks down at Kashmir, and then back at the button. He repeats this a few times, as if deciding. The crowd cheer for Maj. Kashmir, knowing he's in trouble, shouts at Maj. Kashmir: PLEASE MAJ! NO! Maj looks down at Kashmir, and shakes his head. He shouts something back to Kashmir. Maj: SATYEMEVA JAYATE! Maj suddenly stomps on the hand of Kashmir. Kashmir lets go, and falls through the hole. He body falls and crashes down into the ring below. His body spasms as he does. The crowd go crazy with cheers, as Maj suddenly shuts the hatch and presses the button. The bell rings to signal the end of the match. [align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/align] Lemeiux rolls away from the pin dazed, as Nightmare, visibly winded, pulls him up and pushes him into the corner, landing a headbutt to the chest. He follows this up by whipping Lemeiux to the far corner, Lemeiux jumps up on the top rope instead of hitting it and goes to fly back with a cross body block, but Nightmare moves making Lemeiux hit nothing but canvas and spring up to his feet clutching his stomach in severe pain, allowing Nightmare to grab Lemeiux and hurl him over with a belly to belly suplex, landing Lemeiux right on the back of his head! [align=center]I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (Ooohh) Slickly swift blast of the ghastly stashin fashion Then I provide I provide the you was cheat. Beside the getto Vibe Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE I come across with no fear For sure![/align] Impact drags the steel steps on top of Manson, making sure the cast is under the steps. He walks around the ringside area and grabs the steel chair he used earlier on Sean Madrox. Matt brings the chair back over to Manson and HE SLAMS THE CHAIR DOWN ON THE STEEL STEPS, WHICH ARE ON TOP OF MANSON! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! [align=center]Un-adult un-rated un-conformed Digusted, busted you wanna touch it. To hot! You forgot, you're not ready You're head could get ruptered. Hit between the eye I planned the plan alive I'm the plonic sonic UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS[/align] Logan moves to interrupt the assault, but just as he goes to grab ahold of Orion’s arm, the ECC stops and ducks forward, nicking Carl’s arm and grabbing his leg, WRENCHING THE MAN-GIANT OVERHEAD IN THE SLOPPIEST DAMN ANGLE SLAM YOU’VE EVER SEEN!!! [align=center]The villian (JUU), crooks (UUU),hot midas in confide us. See the big black picture if you look inside of My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic So kill the copy cat because it's al mastered Directin' it When y`all least expected it And thought it was safe ONYX hit you in the face so[/align] Richard Markone is sat at his desk, he looks up to see the camera approaching and the Slam! Commissioner welcomes his audience. He spins his laptop around and we zoom in on the Slam logo! [align=center] [/align]'Slam!' by Onyx continues to blare into the arena as the crowd get pumped up! At the announce desk Kurt Royle, Chip Martin and Dean Venchenzo are all ready to call the action! KR: Yee-haw! It’s Slam! time again! CM: Welcome to the Odessey Arena in Belfast! DV: That’s right, we’re in Ireland for a raucous night kicking off with a new General Manager! The ring has been set up with Orion’s ‘Fountain of the Oracle’ set, a large porcelain fountain placed in the middle of the ring. KR: Here we go! Sirens begin to wail in the arena and words begin to appear on the Slam!Tron… [align=center]RESPECT THE LAW AND ORDER ![]() YOU’LL SERVE HARD TIMES[/align] [align=center]ORION ORION ORION[/align] The fans react in a mixed reaction as 'Orion' by July of Kings begins to play. 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod emerges from the entrance wearing his black Armani suit and a dark blue power tie. He stands in the centre of the staging, looking out at the capacity crowd before looking at the solid gold Rolex watch around his wrist and placing his hands on his hips leading to a subtle smirk on Orion's face. [align=center]ORION ORION ORION[/align] ’The Oracle’ heads down the entrance ramp and he makes his way down to the bottom of the ramp shaking hands with a few of the fans. Orion walks around ringside to the steel steps. Oldriod walks up the steps and enters into the ring. ‘The Oracle’ walks across to the opposite side of the squared circle where he stands in the centre of the ring, raising his arms in the air and gold coloured fireworks shoot up from all four corners! The pyro dies down, the music fades out and the lights return to normal as Charles Cruz prepares to make his announcement. CC: Please welcome to Belfast Ireland…‘THE ORACLE’ ORION OLDRIOD! Charles hands over the microphone and Orion impatiently waits for him to leave the ring. Orion: All right, we all know why we’re here. Slam! has a new General Manager and you can forget about Jeff Noon, Shawn Ayres…anybody else getting the scoop because I’m the one who’s got the franchise on this. He walks to the ropes and sits on the middle rope, looking out at the fans. Orion: You all want to know who the new General Manager is? Oldriod holds out his microphone and the crowd cheers, they want to know! Orion: That’s exactly what I thought. You see, I’m just like all of you. I want to know too, as a matter of fact I want to ask those hard-hitting questions that only somebody with the reputation and the respect I command can do. So without further ado, allow me to introduce…Full Intensity Wrestling CEO…DR. ALBERT DIETRICH SCHULTZ! The Stereophonics’ “Superman” plays over the PA system and out steps the CEO of FIW. Flanked by his two member black suited security team he makes a no nonsense walk to the ring. His security guys assist him into the ring before taking their place, standing guard. Orion: Mr. CEO. Orion and Dr. Schultz shake hands, Orion then hands him a microphone. Schultz: Thank you Orion. It was not a difficult to make this decision once I was informed this person was interested in the General Manager’s position. I believe that their experience and knowledge of this business from many different standpoints will hold them in good stead here on Slam!. CM: So who is it???? Schultz: It is my honour and duty to introduce the new General Manager of Slam! On Monday… DV: Come on, tell us! Schultz: A man who is a former World Champion… KR: I bet it’s Jack Manson. Schultz: A man who is respected throughout the professional wrestling world… CM: Is it me? Schultz: A young and vibrant face of the future of Slam!... KR: Well it’s not me… Schultz: A man who has worked closely under both of the last two General Managers Jack Manson and Richard Markone…ORION OLDRIOD! CM: Orion?! KR: Orion?! DV: Did he just say Orion?! The two men in the ring shake hands as half the crowd cheer, half jeer. A beaming smile fills Orion’s face as he raises his arms in the air! Orion: Whoo! It’s me! Dr. Schultz motions for Orion to calm down and not stand on the turnbuckle as Orion’s walking to them. Orion nods in understand and addresses his audience. Orion: Down to business! Let me tell you this, I promise you a show that everybody will not only want to see but be part of aswell. As of this moment Championship matches will be earned and not just handed around, which includes title rematches also. But speaking of titles… KR: I bet there’s three Champions in the back all sweating bullets. Orion: Next week Orion Oldriod presents the first ever Slam! Championship Challenge. On that night every single Championship on this roster will be defended! The crowd pops, who doesn’t love a title match? Orion: The Tactical Chaos Championship will be up for grabs as the defending Champion Lance Evers will face off against…T-Bird! DV: Should be a great match! Orion: The new Undisputed Slam! International Champion Xtreme Kitten takes on Nightmare! KR: Ma boy Nightmare gets a title shot against XK, which will be one tough match to win. Orion: And finally the FIW World Championship. I just mentioned that title rematches would also be earned and one man who has no doubt earned his rematch is Jack Manson. The longest reigning World Champ of ALL time meets the reigning Champion, Hutch in his title rematch from Anarchy in the UK. The fan favourites getting it on, that warrants another pop! Orion: But that’s not all. You see each General Manager in the past has come up with something to define them. A concept, a special match or series of matches that everybody remembers. I myself have a couple of these in the works and I’ll announce one right now. You see one of the things that has bothered me since I was told I was becoming General Manager is how to determine the next International Championship contender to take on the winner of Nightmare and Xtreme Kitten. CM: I can see myself with a nice little pay rise… KR: You keep dreaming there sport. Orion: So what we’re going to have starting in two weeks from tonight will be the Slam! International Championship ‘War of Attrition’ Series. We will start with four participants in a fatal four way. The loser of that match will be eliminated from the series and then we go onto the week after for a triple threat and so on until there is just one left standing. I have a trophy to present to the winner and the series will involve three newcomers - Kiyoshi Nakahata, Tara and one other mystery participant in addition to Brad Guinup. Now I think I’ve taken up enough of your time, let’s get the action started! Orion and Dr. Schultz exit the ring, Orion of course holding the ropes open for the esteemed Chief Executive Officer. They head to the back as we cut to a commercial… [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] We are found outside the arena, where a camera is chasing in what seems to be a vehicle, a hummer which stops at an alleyway. After a few seconds, the hummer is turned off, and out of the driver’s seat comes none other than Matt Impact. The camera stops moving any closer as Impact looks around mysteriously, before going into a nearby alleyway where the camera moves closer. KR: What the hell is Impact doing out of the arena? DV: I have no clue let’s try to listen in. We do not see a picture, because the camera is trying to stay hidden, instead, we see a nearby wall by the alleyway, which is good enough position to pick up audio from Impact and another man’s conversation. Impact: Hey, long time no see, how are… Deep Voice: No time for petty conversations, were you followed? Impact: No, trust me, I checked numerous times, and went down pretty empty streets, I can assure you I wasn’t followed. Deep Voice: Good… good. So what exactly do you want from me? Impact: Simple, teach me your ways, I need to recapture the FIW World Championship, I need to defeat Jack Manson once and for all, and I need to know how to do it. Deep Voice: And what does this have to do with me Matthew? Impact: Oh come on, you’ve probably been watching Slam! still, you’ve seen me out there, I’m the King of Slam!, but the fans treat me like shit, I give it my all, and I come up short, and I’m sick of it. I feel I haven’t been doing anything right these past months chasing for the gold, and you… you, I know for a fact, that you can show me the ways, you can teach me to torment, to torture, to bring hate and evil that FIW hasn’t seen for the longest time. Deep Voice: This sounds very selfish to me, you are in it for selfish acts, I cannot help you. Impact: Dammit! I know you don’t want to wrestle any more, and because of that, what can I offer you. I will become your damn trainee practically, you will train and teach me the ways of Satan, and soon enough, I will show you, that we can work together, and that when we do, no one can stop us, just remember… Deep Voice: I know, trust me, I remember our history too damn well, and it still aches me to this day the outcome, but after all of that, why should I help you, honestly? Impact: Success. Power. Greed. Many other things of course, with your help, I can take over Slam!, and we can rule it together with an iron fist. We can finally spread your ways to everyone, and no one will be able to stop it. Currently, Slam! is on a very thin string from falling apart, a power shift is going on ever since Richard Markone was taken out of command, and I feel, we can take advantage of it and take over Slam!, me as the king, you as the… well, you know. Deep Voice: Now that interests me, but how, and when? Impact: For now, no one will know, you won’t tell anyone, nor will I, keep hidden in California, you’ll know when to show up, in due time, you will make your presences, but for now, this training, this transformation, will be our secret. And before you know it, with your help, I will become FIW World Champion, and then it will only be time until we rule Slam!, once and for all. A revelation will begin, and Slam! won’t know what hit them, and they’ll all have a choice, with us, or against us. Deep Voice: Ha, ha, ha, ha, now go back to the arena, don’t want to draw suspicions. Impact: Yes… yes… see you when the time is right. The camera backs away from the alleyway, as Impact comes out and goes back into his hummer, turns it on, and drives away in the distance. KR: Who the hell was that!? CM: Does it matter, Impact has a secret plan to retake the FIW World Championship, and it involves this guy. DV: Then he plans to take over Slam! and start a revelation, he’s insane! KR: Yes, yes he is indeed. CC: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… As soon as the introduction to "Beautiful Disgrace" by Orgy comes in, the lights go off and Tara's logo can be seen on Slam!tron, with famous clips from Tara's former matches being shown inside the logo, only and just darkness outside of it. I see the real you You put me in my place Close to perfection You're out of control; you're out of control! With the music getting a bit quicker now, the logo has taken the entire Slam!tron, and is continuing to show random clips. Soon it just shows Tara just holding up former championships that she had held in the past, and the lights begin to flicker with a blue shade. The entire crowd boos as they see the mist rising up at the stage, with it rising up towards the rafters. Pardon me I feel the need to scream I'm ill stuck in the chemical abyss I'm gripping at the walls around me Coming slowly out from the mist now is the one and only, Frozen Phoenix, Tara. Her lips show a cocky smirk. Through the sunglasses are confident and cocky eyes, filled with greed... reflections of the ring can be seen off the sunglasses. She reaches her arms down and unfastens the trench coat from herself, and pushes the trench coat back a bit. One arm is lifted up into the air, as the crowd boos even more now. Her right index finger is extended out in the air, letting the fans know that she is one of a kind. Pardon me if I was laughing at the crimes I was laughing at the way you lie Tell me why All my lies come down to this! Her arm lowers, as she starts making her way down the ramp a little ways, while looking out at the fans. The lights have gone somewhat back to normal, as the mist begins to disperse out. She lifts her right hand up again, while her left is on her hip and removes the sunglasses. CC: Making her Slam! début, hailing from San Antonio, Texas, U.S.A. and weight in at One hundred and Thirty Five pounds, TARA ‘THE FROZEN PHOENIX’ With a devilish grin coming over her face, and her seductive eyes, she looks right at the camera. Taking her time, she places the sunglasses on one of the pockets of her bulletproof vest. The crowd starts chanting "Slut" out at her, but she ignores the remarks of the crowd and continues her way down to the ring. She hurries her way down the ramp and slides inside the ring. 'Cause I don't need friends who try to wrap me up in red tape Get 'em off my back they're dead weight In case you didn't catch my signs the first time let me tell you again As soon as she's inside the ring, she raises her arms in the air and jumps up to the second turnbuckle at the nearest turnbuckle. A devilish grin is still on her face while the crowd is booing her, as she raises her arms in the air. After a few moments, she spins 180 degrees off of the turnbuckle, landing on the mat. She paces herself slowly inside the ring while waiting for the bell to sound. CC: And her opponent… A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel begin hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain with an International championship over each shoulder as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten stomps on the metal stage in time with the beat of the hammer, he stays on the stage stomping until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walk down the ramp as the above verse is performed. CC: Hailing from Shoal Bay, New South Wales, Australia, he weighs in at Two hundred and Fifty Five pounds, the reigning International champion XTREME KITTEN! Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. As of now I am a tool Of severe impact Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again stomps with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring towards the announcers table but they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs. I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Xtreme Kitten hands his belts to Lucy as she hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. CM: Well this is great and horrible, it’s sweet and sour right here folks, we get a new hottie and her first match is against Xtreme Kitten. DV: It just doesn’t seem fair. KR: Hey now, we’ve all seen women that are able to take care of themselves in the ring, even giving him one hundred and twenty pounds. The official; Amy Spencer, goes over the rules and give the competitors a quick pat down to check for weapons, once clear she calls for the bell. Ding Ding! Tara moves out of her corner slowly, she starts to circle the ring as Xtreme Kitten move out of his corner, Xtreme Kitten however doesn’t circle instead he moves to the middle of the ring. Tara sweeps at Xtreme Kitten’s feet with a kick but Kitten counters with a kick to the swung leg then switches feet quickly and delivers a front kick to her stomach, Tara is sent back into the ropes. Tara does not rest on the ropes; she bounces off them and gains speed, she delivers a dropkick sending Kitten stumbling backwards off balance. Tara is up quickly to take advantage, as Xtreme Kitten gains his balance Tara rushes in and leaps up bringing both her knees up to Kitten’s chest sending him to the mat with Tara on top, Tara cockily covers. 1! 2! Xtreme Kitten presses Tara up with a shoulder off the match! CM: Ah just how I like am pretty and dumb. DV: I thought you liked them drunk, really drunk. KR: She mightn’t have got the pin but she has proven she ca get Xtreme Kitten off his feet. Xtreme Kitten tosses Tara away and rolls over to get up, Tara is already to her feet she runs in with a flip senton to the back, Tara rolls to her feet and leaps back with a moonsault. Tara gets up and taunts the crowd before rolling Kitten over and covering him again, Amy is slow to the count. 1! 2! Kick Out! CM: She got closer that time. DV: Yeah but she didn’t put him away and the longer you give Pussy to beat you the worse you’ll end up feeling. Tara kneels and looks a little frustrated, she looks at Amy and starts yelling, Xtreme Kitten twists and kicks Tara in the side of the head silencing her complaint. Xtreme Kitten and Tara get up, Kitten is a little faster and clubs her back to double her over, he then knees face before delivering a scoop slam. Xtreme Kitten watches Tara arch her back on the met before she gets up, as she does so he grabs her in a front face lock, throw her arm over his shoulder and lifts her straight up. Xtreme Kitten stalls with Tara inverted for a long time, her face is red when she starts to tip off balance, Xtreme Kitten drops back to complete the suplex, Xtreme Kitten rolls on the mat and arrogantly covers looking to the camera as Amy administers the count. KR: I’m not a big fan of the way Xtreme Kitten has been acting but that was an impressive hanging suplex even if Tara is so light 1! 2! Shoulder Up! DV: I know Hardcore Pussy wouldn’t get the win there, you don’t get into F.I.W. without being able to take a suplex or two or a vicious succession of chair shots. Xtreme Kitten gets up bringing Tara with him, he whips her to the ropes and ducks down for a back body drop, Tara comes back right into the move but she rotates over and lands on her feet, she spins Kitten around jumps up and delivers an enziguri to the back of the head. Xtreme Kitten twists as he falls and lands on his back, Tara jumps up and delivers a leg drop. Tara runs to the ropes, steps out to the apron and slingshots over with a leg drop Tara is up, she goes back out to the apron and performs a slingshot flip leg drop. DV: Tara bounces back quickly and takes control of the match quickly. CM: I get a feeling she’ll be controlling a lot of her matches. Lucy yells at Kitten and tells him to get up, he does but not of his, Tara brings Xtreme Kitten to his feet and pulls him into the near corner, Tara turns away from Kitten looking at the turnbuckles she reach over her shoulder and grabs his head, she runs up the turnbuckles. DV: Icebreaker! Tara flips back; Kitten shoves her off him as she goes overhead, Tara lands on her feet jumps up and dropkicks Kitten in the back sending him into chest first into the corner. Tara dashes in and grabs Xtreme Kitten’s head again, she runs up the turnbuckles but is stopped as Xtreme Kitten grabs get and jumps back with a back drop driver. CM: OOOOOOOOOUUUUUCCCCCCCCHHHHHH! KR: That’s certainly a way to welcome her to Slam! Xtreme Kitten gets up quickly and gives her the Garvin Stomp before picking her up. Xtreme Kitten snatches Tara into a torture racks and looks at Lucy. KR: And this might be her farewell. Xtreme Kitten spins Tara around and pulls her down as he sits out delivering the CM: CAT’S MEOW! Xtreme Kitten covers Tara, Amy is in position quickly. 1! 2! 3! Xtreme Kitten presses up off Tara, Lucy rush into the ring with the belts as Amy calls for the ball. DING DING! CM: Well at least he didn’t give her the Cat Kick. DV: Something we can all be thankful for. KR: I think I’d rather get hit with Cat Kick and the Cat’s Meow. CM: So you get the urge to kick your face too huh? KR: What! CM: Nothing. Kitten puts a belt over each shoulder as “Body Hammer” hits. CC: Here is your winner via pinfall, XTREME KITTEN! The crowd jeer, Xtreme Kitten smirks as Lucy reapplies his collar and leads him of as Tara gets up. The arena lights suddenly dim. There is the sound similar to a TV clicking on, & the screen comes to life. The screen shows a wide shot, as at the start of some feature films. There appears to be a man near the center, standing in front of a large building. The view closes in on this presumed person, until it’s quite obviously “The Real One”, Tim Church. The other major change is that he’s not wearing the “Let’s get REAL!!” T-shirt, & has instead paired the jeans with a red T-shirt, covered by a replica jersey from Gonzaga University. Off come the black sunglasses, & soon, the mouth opens. Real One: So,… Where are you watching me from today? According to what I’ve heard, you’re in Belfast, Ireland. Cool by me. I would’ve thought that would be a better place to send the show for St. Patrick’s Day, not Easter time, but “whatever bites your bullet”. On consecutive consideration, perhaps the devoted Dubliners wouldn’t want a bunch of outsiders holding the hotels hostage on their holiday. They might allow me, since I’ve been told I’m from a line of Irish on at least one side of the family… But as it is, you’re there, & I’m not. So the question now becomes, “Where am I talking to you from?“ Well, if you wanna know where you are, read the signs. Red shirt, white shoes, & blue jeans… I’m in the good old US of A. You’ll notice that I’m not only out of my office, but have traded my grappling gear for Gonzaga gear. Say what you will, but for me, Adam Morrison is the Player of the Year. I admit JJ Redick has some talent, but if you’ve seen the American news lately, as I have, you know those Duke players seem more interested in “scoring” off the court. In addition, Morrison has to continually face an opponent Redick does not, one that has yet to be defeated entirely by anyone… Diabetes. Not to nosedive to a negative note, but I feel it’s time to fill-in some things. This “illness” I’ve referred to in previous times is Type 1 diabetes. The good news is that, cure or not, I’m fairly fine as long as I take a few shots… It’s one of those “silent killers”. [He pauses, & pulls a photo out of his pocket.] Real One: Speaking of silent killers, there appears to be one in FIW. Rather, this man is not a silent killer, but rather a “wanna-be”, to use an old term. Number Uno, this guy is not only silent, but like me, doesn’t seem to like showing up at the events in person. Numero Two, this guy seems to like beating his to near-death, but not finishing the job. The third, & for me supreme, difference between the 2 is that while my problem affects a reported 20 million in my home country alone, this half-assed hitman has set his sights on 1 man, the new Tactical Chaos Champion, Lance Evers. [Shows the picture to the camera. It is of Prince Kashmir the way Lance found him.] Real One: Of course, now everyone from Einsteins to Homer Simpsons knows I mean this person calling themselves Ahriman. The fact is that unfortunately for him, Ahriman has shown himself to be on the lower end of the intelligence spectrum, as he has chosen to make his mark on several men, but not the one he is attempting to affect. [He pauses. A stone-cold stare comes across his face.] Real One: Now, I am speaking mainly to you, Ahriman. I must admit that I see the logic in your attacks by association, & years ago, I may even have commended this carnage. But the problem with working around your adversary is you miss the events of his inner circle. The Reverend of Razor has a right-hand man. The C4 Savior has a sidekick. The Priest of Pain has, ironically, found a “Church”. I have become the manager for the new Tactical Chaos Champion, LANCE EVERS!!! The TV clicking noise sounds again, & the screen shuts off. KR: We've got Gary Steele in the ring... Steele: Ladies and gentleman, we will now showcase the talents of two premier Slam! superstars in a Pose Down! O Fortuna blasts over the PA, presenting a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. He poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… The grinding hard rock of Princes of the Universe starts to bellow over the PA as the arena lights give way to a spectacular pyro burst and celestial light show. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung. A soon as he stands before the capacity crowd, he reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect pops all around him and consumes his body in smoke. Prime then burst from the smoke all pumped up and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the while time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his “Prime pose” once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. Steele: Introducing first…PRIME! The lights in the arena dim suddenly, and a hush falls over the audience. Freddy Mercury's vocals fade in.... [align=center]Tonight, I'm gonna have myself, a real good time, I feel ali-ii-ii-iive, And the wooooorld is turning inside ou-out, Yeah! I'm floating around, in ecstasy.......... So......[/align] At this point, golden sparks begin to fall from the rafters with a soft "Shhh", the initial stream timed perfectly with the next line. [align=center]Don't..... stop me now.... Don't stop me now..... Cause I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time![/align] Pyro cracks along the stage, starting at the left and the right, and meeting in the middle. [align=center]BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM![/align] As the smoke clears, Hutch can be seen in the smoke, jogging out onto the stage wearing a body suit airbrushed with muscles! He grins, and spins in a circle, flexing his ‘muscles’. [align=center]I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping meeeeeeeeee![/align] Hutch struts down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way. He pauses, grinning and pointing out to a "Hutch" sign in the audience, thumping his chest, before spinning around again in a circle. He reaches the ring and pauses, one foot on the apron, one arm holding the middle rope. He leans backward, and looks around again at the crowd, before letting out a "Woo!" and hauling himself up onto the apron. [align=center]I'm burning through the skies Yeah! Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm trav'ling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man of you [/align] Now in the ring, he hops up onto the second turnbuckle, and poses for the crowd, his arms outstretched, and his head tilted back. He grins, and the music fades out on the line: If you wanna have a good time just give me a call!, and Hutch thumps his chest once more, before leaning against the ropes, awaiting the start of the contest. Steele: And the World Champion…HUTCH! CM: This isn’t fair, those aren’t real muscles! KR: I don’t believe attire was mentioned in the planning of this event. Prime appears very serious as Jesse Jaymes offers him some lotion. Prime rubs it on his chest as Hutch comically limbers up by popping off some curls with the World Championship belt. Steele then calls them both to the centre of the ring. Steele: Now the rules for this Pose Down are very simple, I will say a pose and you will perform it in turn for 5 seconds. Okay gentlemen? Hutch and Prime both nod in agreement. Prime hands the bottle of lotion back to the lovely Miss Jaymes. Steele: All right, a coin toss earlier decided that Hutch will be the first followed by Prime and the first pose is…Front Double Bicep! Hutch loosens himself up and steps in front of Prime, he thrusts his arms up into a Front Double Bicep. The crowd roar in approval for Hutch, despite his airbrushed costume. KR: Nice looking pose from the Hutchmeister! CM: I’ve seen knots on an ants’ penis bigger than his muscles. He holds it as Gary Steele counts to five on his hand. Hutch looks pretty smug as Steele turns to Steele: And your turn Prime. Prime steps in front of Hutch and does the pose, his bulging right arm covers all of Hutch’s head as the World Champion looks on nervously. Prime holds it tight as his body glistens under the bright lights. The fans mostly sit in silence, impressed by the performance from the number 1 contender. CM: He’s got muscles in places where normal people don’t even have places! DV: Prime certainly is one impressive physical specimen. Prime drops the pose on Gary Steele’s count and stays serious as he walks back to Jesse Jaymes. She applies more lotion to his chest and arms. Steele: Our second pose is a Side Chest. Hutch, if you would do the honours? Hutch’s cockiness has pretty much all disappeared as the World Champion steps forward. Hutch sheepishly looks down at his feet as Prime looks confidently on. KR: Hutch’s second pose coming… Hutch clasps his hands together and performs the pose, with his body twisted and his ands locked together at his side. Again the crowd cheer despite Hutch’s feeble frame compared to the former bodybuilder Prime. Prime doesn’t wait for Gary Steele, he steps up immediately and dwarfs Hutch with his own version! Hutch’s face is hidden somewhere behind Prime’s shoulder and that is a good thing as Hutch is looking very insecure. Steele: Thank you Prime. Now our third and final pose…Front Abdominal with Thigh Isolation! You first again Hutch. Hutch slowly walks forward and looks at Steele, then at the fans and finally at Prime. Hutch looks down at his airbrushed bodysuit and asks for the microphone. Steele hands it over. Hutch: You know what Prime, there’s something I need to say here. I won’t do this pose and I think we all know why. Look, there’s something I want to say to you… CM: Good move Hutch, don’t embarrass yourself any further. Hutch holds out his hand for Prime to shake, Prime is cautious as he considers his options. He then slowly extends his hand and shakes Hutch’s. HUTCH SNATCHES THE BOTTLE OF LOTION FROM JESSE JAYMES AND SQUIRTS THE CONTENTS OF IT AT PRIME! CM: Hey! DV: He just squirted lotion in Prime’s face! Classic Hutch! Hutch bails out of the ring, making sure to grab his World title belt as Jesse Jaymes helps Prime wipe the lotion from his eyes! Hutch runs up the ramp as Prime clears his vision and scans around for Hutch! CM: He’s going to get it now! We switch to the back, where Hutch is running through the backstage area. The camera follows him as he heads out all the way to the parking lot! On a split screen Prime is dropping out of the ring to come up the ramp as Hutch reaches a bright pink cadillac with the engine running! Hutch: Jay! Jay! None other than our resident impressionist Jay Benson as…the Wonky Tonk Man is sat in the drivers seat reciting those classic lyrics! WTM: Roll over Elvis, let the Honky Tonk Man show you how to rock n' roll…Elvis Who? He wouldn't get a tune if it had handles on it! Hutch: Jay! I need a ride out of here, now! Hutch nervously looks around to see if Prime has caught up to him yet. WTM: Why hop in Hutch my man! Hutch jumps in the passenger seat as the Wonky Tonk Man floors the accelerator. They head out of the parking lot and Hutch turns behind him to see a woman in denim and a man dressed in a white navy uniform in the back. Hutch: Jay, who are those two in the back seat? WTM: Peggy Sue and the Colonel! We are taken backstage, where we see the door that leads from the parking lot to the main corridor of the arena and we find Matt Impact walking through the doors, in Royalty Gear, with a smile on his face, as he is quickly stopped live by a camera and Jeff Noon, as he wonders what this is for. KR: Finally, we can get some answers from Impact. Impact: What the hell do you want Noonie? Jeff clears his throat as he answers Impact. Noon: Uh… well, I don’t know if you know, but when you left the arena, you were followed by a camera, and your audio with a deep voiced man was picked up and shown live on Slam!, care to answer some questions on the matter. Impact can’t believe what he is hearing, he quickly grows quiet, and thinks to himself what is he going to say, he can’t deny it, because it is obvious now he definitely was followed, but he cannot reveal anything to ruin his plans, he quickly makes up some things. Impact: Yeah, sure, what the hell do you want to know? Noon: Well for starters, who were you talking to? Impact begins to laugh. Impact: Like I would tell you, or anyone in this shit hole for that matter. Noon: Well, then, what is it about these plans to take over Slam! after winning the FIW World Championship with help from this man, what does this man have to offer that will bring something new to the table that will bring out the best of Matt Impact, plus secure an FIW World Championship win? Impact: Jeff, Jeff, Jeff, don’t worry about things, just know this one thing. When the time is right, we will strike, a revelation will be created, and there is nothing anyone on Slam! can do about it. In the near future, Slam! will have a choice, to be with the revelation or against it, and if you are against it, you will suffer, and be tormented by my “friend,” plus my new taught ways. Now I think this interview is going no where, so either get out of my way, or you will be my first victim of the night. Jeff quickly gets out of the way as Impact walks down the corridor and out of the camera’s site. CM: Ha, ha, ha, Impact is going to take over Slam!. DV: He’s really losing his marbles, every plan in the past has failed to take over Slam!, his plan may as well be another one to add to that list. CM: Dean, stop being so negative, things like that will make you fall against Impact, and eventually crumble yourself when he does take over Slam!, it’s only a matter of time. |
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Orion Oldriod is sat in his plush new leather swivel chair in his new General Manager's office. He has his feet up on the desk and is taking it easy, enjoying watching the action unfold on a rather large and expensive TV set. The door flies open and Tactical Chaos Champion Lance Evers storms in... Orion: Lance! Good to finally meet you! Lance: Since there's finally somebody in charge around here, I got a question for you. Wait, what are those? Evers looks down to see playing cards arranged face down on the desk. Orion: Is that your question? Lance: Er...no. But what are they? Orion swings his feet off the desk and sits up, taking interest in his first issue as General Manager. Orion: Not for you. What's your question? Lance: I want to know if there's anything that can be done to get Ahriman off my back? I mean, he keeps sending me these messages and now there's someone with control, I'm sure you can make sure your employees are in order. With him already taken out 2 of who were going to be working for you and Slam!, I think you can appreciate this. Orion: You are absolutely right Lance, I should be able to keep my roster in order. But your problem Lance, it requires a bit of consideration. What I'll do is think about it and I'll let you know next week. But in the meantime, let's talk about you. Lance: Me? Orion: Indeed you. With you as the Tactical Chaos Champion that puts you in a big position on Slam. Now I also heard your stipulation announced earlier this week for your reign as Tactical Chaos Champion, I'm impressed. Father Hardcore? I anticipate you living up to that name. Evers: Well, it was a hard decision. There were a few things I was drawn to, as you saw. But obviously, there was just so much potential in a Last Man Standing match. Hardcore weapons, match ending anywhere. And there's no better feeling than knowing you've beaten your opponent so hard, he can't get up. You've had your way with him, and left him lying on the floor.....and that sounds so dodgy. Orion: That's so interesting because I was thinking about having a Last Man Standing match next week on this very programme. Evers: I heard. Orion: And how do you feel about T-Bird next week for your belt? Evers: Well, I guess it's about time I put my title up for grabs. Orion: That's the spirit! As Orion and the Tactical Chaos Champion shake hands across the desk, a handshake which is interrupted by the door opening and Brad Guinup enters. Orion: Brad! Just the very man! Excuse us would you Lance? Lance: Sure. I have some business to attend to. Lance suddenly pulls out to what appears to be a remote control of sorts. It has a big red button on it. Lance grins, as Brad and Orion look on, wondering why Lance is still there. Evers suddenly presses it, keeping the button down. He looks to the door, as does Orion and Brad. Suddenly, Jeff Noon comes into the doorway, screaming. He runs into the room, wearing a flowery dress. Orion and Brad look disturbed and shocked, as Lance finally lets go of the button, and puts away the remote, at which point Jeff stops screaming. Orion: What was that, and what are you doing to my staff? Lance: I put an electronic tag on Jeff so whenever I need him, I press the button, and it electrocutes him until he comes. Jeff: Orion, please help me. Jeff gives Orion big puppy dog eyes of helplessness, which looks kind of stupid coming from a man in a dress. Orion: Sorry Jeff, it's in his contract. Lance: Come on, flower boy. Lance walks out of the room, where as Jeff looks at Brad and Orion for sympathy. Suddenly, a quiet buzzing sound is heard, and Jeff starts screaming again, apparantly being electricuted once more. He quickly runs out of the room, still screaming, after Lance. As the screams fade away, Guinup looks down at the new General Manager. Brad: I've got a mystery partner tonight and you're the new boss I take it, so who's my partner? Orion points down at the arranged playing cards. Orion: Choose one. All these playing cards relate to every free competitor not in action already tonight. Brad reaches down and picks up a card, he flips it over and it's the Ace of Spades. Orion plucks it from his fingers. Brad: So who is it? Oldriod opens up his laptop and looks over a list of workers, accompanied by what playing card they equate to. Orion: You have chosen well. I won't tell you now though, it'll be a surprise for you. Brad leaves the office frustrated and Orion puts his feet back on the desk, turning the volume up on his TV with a note. The lights in the arena suddenly cut out. On the P.A. suddenly comes the harmounious sound of gospel singers, all saying "Oooo". Behind this noise is the sound of feedback coming from guitars, faintly. It builds up louder, until suddenly "Vegas Two Times" hits the P.A. System. There is an explosion of golden sparks at the entrance curtain. The arena lights up with golden and orange lighting, with search lights going over the crowd. The crowd are elive with excitement. [align=center]So it started with the immigration information bore You gotta know Gambling floor, then to the S T U D I O 54 You gotta go[/align] Charles Cruz: This following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 245 pounds, your reigning Tactical Chaos Champion… LANCE EVERS!!! But then, from behind the curtain walks out the man himself, Lance Evers. He steps out onto the stage, and looks out to the crowd. He grins, as he suddenly spreads his arms out in a pose, causing a flood of camera flashes onto him. He stays there, standing in his own glory, as the camera continue to take pictures, before he finally starts to make his way down the ramp and towards the ring. [align=center]Now we're leaving L A S Vegas two times Crazy horse too spent us dry Vietnam vet taxi ride L A S Vegas[/align] Lance finally gets to the ring, and slides under the ropes. He gets straight back up, heading for the furthest turnbuckle. When he gets there, he climbs to the top, and suddenly hits his pose again on the turnbuckle. This causes another torrent of bulbs flashing in the cameras. Lance absorbs the energy off these, as he stands there, until he finally stops the pose, and looks out to the crowd grinning. Then, without warning, he suddenly jumps backwards off the turnbuckle. He does a full 180 degree turn backwards, and lands in the middle of the ring on his feet. As his feet touch the canvas, there's a burst of golden sparks from each turnbuckle. They fire up, and then stop. Lance then continues to take off his priest shirt, and hands it to the ref, waiting for the match to begin. KR: We have two hardcore greats fighting in the squared circle tonight. DV: In a non-hardcore match god dammit. CM: So the possibility of blood is less likely? Damn! Charles Cruz: And his opponent… The tunes of “Nymphetamine” by Cradle Of Filth sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Hardcore Jesus walks threw the curtains…He stands on the top of the walkway, looking out at the people in attendance with a crazed grin… Toan raises his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the stage to erupt! As they then die down before Toan lows his arms and walks down the walkway, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur…Toan reaches the apron before sliding into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure. Toan then hops down and leans in his corner for the match to start. Charles Cruz: From The United Kingdom Of Pain, weighing in at 225 pounds, “The Hardcore Jesus”… TOAN!!! KR: Both men coming off victories last week, Lance Evers winning the TCC, and Toan defeating Brad Guinup with a vicious DDT on a barbwire chair known to Brad as “Barbara”. DV: And that wasn’t hardcore either, but the referee didn’t see it, we might get some of that tonight. KR: Joe Johnson is the referee again for Toan’s match this week, so you never know. Joe Johnson gets the match underway signaling for the bell, and right away Toan and Evers come after each other and meet in the center of the ring where they lock-up, for Toan to take advantage of the match technically with a Hammerlock. Lance quickly tries to recover and reverse out of it, but Toan takes him down to one knee with a knee strike, still holding the Hammerlock. Lance then rolls around, grabbing the ropes in front of him, and uses them to flip out of the Hammerlock, and place in his own Wrist Lock. Toan quickly rolls out of that, reversing into a Wrist Lock of his own, and quickly twisting around into a Hammerlock, taking Lance Evers down to the canvas with it. Toan then reaches over for a Crossface, but Lance doesn’t allow it, Toan quickly shifts gears, grabbing the right arm of his opponent, and pulling it awkwardly for an Armbar. Evers tries to counter, and Toan quickly goes for the legs, chain wrestling perfectly, rolling backwards into a standing Leg Lock. KR: Toan is starting off strong, showing Lance Evers there is other matches besides hardcore matches on Slam!. CM: Lance Evers seems lost without hardcore. Lance Evers crawls for the ropes, and grabs them, as the fans cheer as Toan backs off cleanly. Lance Evers looks up and sees Toan come back towards him, and he surprises Toan with the Knife Edged Chop sending Toan back into the ropes behind him, Evers then runs up, and hits a Step-Up Enziguri taking Toan down to the canvas. Evers then rushes himself into the ropes, and comes down with a huge Leg Drop on top of Toan, and then he presses down on the shoulders as Joe Johnson sees this and counts for the pin. [align=center]1… 2… NO! TOAN KICKS OUT AT TWO![/align] Lance Evers gets up off the canvas, and rushes into the ropes, as does Toan. They both begin running off the ropes in two different directions as the fans pop to see neither Toan nor Lance Evers collide as one goes across the ring and the other goes up and down barely missing each other in the middle. DV: It is almost what can be described as a Catch 22 in the middle of the ring, neither man wants to stop running or he is in threat of being knocked down by the other. After a few more charges past each other, Toan stops near the middle of the ring, and Lance sees this and tries to hit a Clothesline, but Toan drops down to the canvas face down flat, causing Lance Evers to have to adjust, and he does so, jumping over Toan, and bouncing back off the other ropes. He comes charging back at Toan, who jumps up in the air, as Lance Evers ducks, and he goes right under the legs of the jumping Toan. Toan quickly turns around, and finally contact is made as Evers gets Armdrag down to the canvas, only to come back up a second later to find another Armdrag taking him down. Evers gets up quickly again, this time Toan fakes the Armdrag, and instead Drop Toe Holds Lance down to the canvas, holding onto his right ankle, for the Ankle Lock. CM: Wow, back and forth action there, leading to the Drop Toe Hold, and then the Ankle Lock by Toan. KR: I had no idea who was going to come up with the one big move to take advantage, and look like those two Armdrags lead to the rest from Toan. Evers goes for the nearby ropes, and begins grabbing, and comes up empty at first, but after a few more seconds of reaching, crawling, and grabbing, he comes up with the bottom rope, and Toan is going to have to let go of the Ankle Lock but he doesn’t. Joe Johnson informs Toan that he has to let the lock go, but Toan refuses, and Johnson goes to begin counting, but Evers begins to kick with his free foot at the arms holding his ankle, and he manages to get free from Toan’s grasp and fall to the outside of the ring safely. Toan and Joe Johnson begin having a conversation about letting the hold go in time, and it looks to be turning into an argument. KR: What the heck is Lance Evers doing? DV: Looks like he is coming this way. CM: Beat him up Dean, he might come after us. DV: Shut up Chip. As Toan and Johnson argue, Lance goes to the official’s table, and forces our ring announce Charles Cruz off his steel folding chair. The crowd go crazy as Lance Evers slaps the steel chair to show how it feels. Evers slides the chair into the ring, and then follows it. Toan sees this and points to Lance Evers, Joe Johnson looks and quickly warns Lance to put the chair down, in the mean time, Toan goes to the outside himself, and grabs a steel chair of his own from under the ring, and comes back into the ring with it. KR: Oh my gawd, both Toan and Lance Evers now have steel chairs in the ring, and this is a regular match, they both are willing to make things get hardcore! DV: Do it! CM: Blood! Joe Johnson wants both men to put the chair down, and both men eye each other, neither wanting to back down as they stand in opposite diagonal corners. Suddenly, from the entrance way, comes down Ahriman and the crowd suddenly turns to boos as Lance Ever draws his attention to him. KR: What the hell is he doing here? DV: Is he here to distract Lance or help Toan, or opposite, or what!? Ahriman stops at the top of the ramp smiling down at ringside as Lance holds his chair tight, as he gets own leg on to the apron as he is ready to charge after him. Toan then goes to hit Lance over the head with the chair, but he is stopped by referee Joe Johnson who manages to grab the chair back and out of the hands of Toan, and throw it out of the ring as the crowd pop for that. Toan cannot believe his eyes, until he gets another idea as he lines up with the distract Lance Evers who is ready to go up the ramp, and Toan charges off the opposite ropes, and Dropkicks Lance from behind, sending him to the outside, as the chair he was holding lands before he does, and smacks him in the face as he lands causing him to bust open with blood. Joe Johnson warns Toan, but he cannot do anything as that was Lance’s own fault for having the chair in the first place. Ahriman enjoyed that one as he laughs and the crowd goes up in boos as they see Lance Evers, the TCC, out colds on top of the steel chair bleeding. KR: God dammit, a Dropkick sends Lance to the outside and he busts open on his own damn chair that he brought into play. CM: Some blood, finally! DV: Finally? Jeez, you are weird man, get some help. Toan goes to the outside, takes Lance and drags him back into the ring, leaving the chair on the outside. Toan hooks up a leg as Joe Johnson reluctantly counts for the pin as Lance seems hopeless. [align=center]1… 2… 3… NO! LANCE EVERS GETS A SHOULDER UP JUST BARELY IN TIME![/align] DV: Holy crap, he got a shoulder up! CM: I can’t believe it. Toan looks mad, and he gets up to his feet, as Evers tries to get up himself but is slow, and is met with vicious soccer kicks to the ribs from the Hardcore Jesus, sending him back down to the canvas. Toan doesn’t stop there, he begins unleashing a series of vicious kicks to the face, ribs, and back as Lance Evers seems helpless as he falls under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring near the announcer’s table. KR: The action is coming to us. Toan slides out of the ring, and picks up Lance Evers, and smashes his head into the announcer’s table, he then Irish Whips Evers hard into the steel guardrail. He then goes over to the guardrail, lifts Evers up, and smashes his neck on top of the guardrail as the crowd jeers. Toan looks into the crowd and just nods his head showing he doesn’t give a crap what they think, all of this goes on as Joe Johnson counts for the double count out. [align=center]1... 2… 3… 4… 5…[/align] Toan now Irish Whips Lance Evers into the steel steps, separating them into two, allow for Toan to place Evers on top of one half of the steps, as Toan jumps up on the apron, going into the ring to break up the count, and then prepares for a huge move. KR: What in the holy hell is Toan going for here!? DV: I don’t know, but it looks like it is going to be huge! The crowd jeer, as Lance begins to slowly move off the steel steps, just enough to aggravate Toan to get off the apron, and begin to kick and punch away at Evers to get him to become still again on the steel steps. Toan then jumps up onto the ring apron, lines himself up and turns around, jumping off the apron looking for a huge Moonsault that connects with nothing but STEEL STEPS! KR: Lance Evers moved just in time! Holy crap that could’ve been the end for Lance! CM: How in the hell did he move!? [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6…[/align] Toan connects with the steel steps as pain shoots up his stomach and ribs as he rolls to the side holding them gasping for air. The crowd go insane as Lance Evers slowly makes his way to his feet as Joe Johnson continues to count. [align=center]7… 8…[/align] Lance Evers slides into the ring, thinks twice about what he is going to do, looks at Ahriman, and then slides back out of the ring breaking the count. KR: What the hell? DV: He could’ve ended the match by count out and won, but he wants to defeat Toan, to I guess prove he is a good wrestler to Ahriman. CM: He is cocky, ain’t he. Lance Evers picks up Toan by the hair looking at Ahriman, as he throws him into the ring, as the crowd are excited as the match is continuing. Lance Evers goes back at Toan, throwing him into the corner, and Drop Kicking him into the turnbuckles. Lance then picks up Toan again, Irish Whipping him into the opposite corner, looking for another Dropkick, but comes up empty as Toan counters some how with an elbow, sending Lance backwards. Toan then Knife Edge Chops Lance back into the opposite corner, as Toan comes charging into him, only for it to be reversed into a Spinning Reversal STO! KR: The SRS! A huge STO reversal from the corner to take out Toan. DV: He’s looking to end it here. Lance jumps up onto the top rope, looking down at Toan as he looks then at Ahriman, getting cocky as he smiles at him taunting him as the crowd cheer him on. Lance gets ready for a signature move, the Corkscrew Moonsault, known as “Impact”. Suddenly, he realized he wasted too much time, and Toan manages to run into the ropes, knocking him down crotch first onto the top turnbuckle. Toan then turns Lance into Tree of Woe position, jumping on top of the turnbuckle looking down at Evers. He then applies pressure on the knees of Evers, forcing him to pull his body up, Toan then jumps up, and connects with a Double Stomp, ala Low-Ki! CM: The Nail On The Cross, one of Toan’s trademark moves has just been used, and Lance Evers is out cold! Toan then takes his thumb, and swiftly places it into the jugular of Lance Evers, locking in his finishing maneuver. DV: The Spider in the Brain, this one may as well be declared over! Lance Evers is out cold, and looks helpless as Toan digs into the neck and Ahriman cheers Toan on laughing at Lance Evers. Joe Johnson signals for the bell as Lance Evers passes out in the ring as the crowd jeer. KR: Joe Johnson had to end the match, Toan had the Spider in the Brain locked in, and Lance Evers was helpless after the Nail on the Cross. Charles Cruz: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BY SUBMISSION, TOAN!!! Suddenly… [align=center]THE LIGHTS GO OUT!!![/align] KR: What the hell!? DV: Who turned out the lights. KR: Can anyone hear us!? We appear to be having electrical problems in the arena. CM: HEY! Dean get your hand off my penis. DV: I’m not on your penis, but if I was, I’d be searching a lot longer to find it short stop. KR: Ha, ha, ha. The lights turn back on as we see Ahriman gone as is the TCC, as Lance Evers is being helped up by the officials at ringside, as Toan makes his way back out of the arena from a chorus of boos. KR: Ahriman took the title! DV: Lance Evers’ TCC is gone and so is Ahriman. [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] CC: The following contest is a tag team TABLES MATCH! The only way to win this match is for one team to drive a member of the opposing team through a table! "Scream" by Slipknot begins to punish the Slam sound system as the crowd leaps to their feet, every last person in the building cheering as loud as they can, as the house lights drop and take on a darkish red hue. Two spotlights, also dark red in color, do one lap around the arena before focusing on the mat where the Slipknot tribal 'S' has appeared with the Neverwinter eye and the T-Bird Wings logo flanking it. [align=center]SCREAM!![/align] Red pyro EXPLODES on the stage as the song picks up, the crowd's cheers only get louder as Nightmare steps up onto the stage with Orchid, but when he looks back, expecting T-Bird and Flame…nobody’s there. KR: What the?? CM: Hahahahaha! T-Bird’s abandoned Nightmare again! KR: I’m worried here, fans. CC: On their way to the ring, being accompanied by Orchid and Flame— Even the announcer stops, “Scream” still playing as Nightmare awaits the arrival of T-Bird, but still, nobody comes through the curtain. Nightmare doesn’t look very happy but concedes thanks to Orchid, turning and heading towards the ring as “Scream” continues to play. KR: I guess that this’ll be a handicap match unfortunately, I’m unsure as to the status of T-Bird, whether she was attacked or what, we don’t know. CC: I apologize. On his way to the ring, in the company of Orchid, he hails from Portland, Oregon and weighs 275 pounds...THIS! IS! NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTMAAAAAAARE! Once they reach the ring, Nightmare grabs the top rope and easily hoists himself onto the apron, then reaches a hand down to help Orchid onto the apron. They enter the ring together, Nightmare going to one corner and raising the devil horns to the crowd to a very loud response as per usual, he repeats this taunt on all four corners with Orchid cheering him on till he gets to the center of the ring, handing her his coat, and getting some last minute instructions from her and a hug in return before she exits to the outside, leaving Nightmare to await his opponent in the center of the ring with the same fire-like intensity in his eyes as "Scream" fades away. CM: This is great, Nightmare gets abandoned and now he’s going to get his ass put through a table all in the same night?? I’m in Heaven, Kurt! The arena goes completely dark. The opening guitar riff to Bleed For Me pounds through the speakers. A blood red strobe light starts going off in the entrance. Blood red lights are also going on and off all over the arena. Then the guitars stop and so do the lights. Then Brad's voice can be heard. [align=center]Oh Yes There Will Be Blood!!![/align] The song goes on and the lights come back out. Brad walks out and stops at the top of the walkway. He shoots his right arm in the air making a fist. CC: His opponents, first from Mallaig, Alberta, Canada, BRAAAAAD GUINUP! [align=center]Bleed for me, I've bled for you[/align][align=center]Embrace me child, I'll see you through[/align][align=center]Bleed for me, I've bled for you[/align][align=center]Embrace me child, I'll see you through[/align][align=center]I'll see you[/align] Brad walks down the ramp and slaps hands with the fans. He slides under the rope into the ring. He runs and jumps onto the left ring post facing the camera and plays to the fans somemore. KR: Brad’s hoping to get a measure of momentum after losing that hard fought match to Toan last week. DV: Well, he’s going to have a tall order trying to get Nightmare through a table, but Brad Guinup has surprised us before, most notably with his huge upset victory over Matt Impact. CM: Shut up about Brad Guinup already, I want to see Brad’s mystery partner! [align=center]As Requiem Of A tower's soft intro begins to play the arena lights fade to black and the word "Ahriman" pops up on the big screen in red letters, and the crowd is hushed. A Voice whispers... MENS SANA IN CORPORE SANO CC: Introducing his mystery partner, from Birmingham, Alabama, weighing 245 pounds…AAAAAAHHHRIMAN!!!! As the music builds "blood" begins to fall from the ceiling as Ahriman walks slowly out onto the stage, he stands on the stage and raises his arms, wide and looks up to the ceiling and as a huge drumbeat singnals him, he allows the coat to drop from his shoulders onto the floor. Ahriman stands glorious for a few seconds then begins his walk down the ramp, before ascending the ring steps, stepping in through the middle rope Ahriman climbs the nearest turnbuckle and taunts off it, before jumping down and awaiting the start of the match.[/align] KR: Nightmare’s going to have to take on Brad and this psycho by himself? Well, he won’t ever back down from a challenge, fans, I’ll tell you what. Nightmare stretches against the ropes, as Ahriman doesn’t look very happy that he has to cooperate with somebody. Brad and Ahriman get ready to fight as Nightmare looks from one man to the other… The lights in the arena dim and drums beat from all around as strobe lights begin to flicker about the stage. A just audible whisper comes over the PA system which beckons the attention of everyone to the top of the stage. [align=center]Can you feel that? Oh, Shit…[/align] CM: Oh, what NOW?! Guitars kick in as the strobe lights get faster and smoke begins to fill the stage. By now the crowd is fully aware of who is going to burst onto that stage and they begin to cheer. Suddenly, David Drainman screams and pyros explode all over the stage and ramp. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah [/align] Jack then bursts through the curtains from backstage and through the thick smoke from the pyros and fog machines. He stops at the top of the ramp and raises the double bird as fans cheer him wildly. Harley Manson steps out from behind him carrying his barbed wire table to another huge pop, and has a microphone in his other hand that he hands to his brother. Jack: Sorry to burst your bubble, Nightmare, but the numbers are looking a little unfair for your side! And I think these fans would agree that nobody can have a tables match without Jack and Harley Manson, so Harley, let’s go kick some ass. Harley nods, almost excited about the violence about to transgress as he and Jack make their way towards the ring, Jack dropping the microphone. Jack slides in the ring and immediately the two former World Champions are attacked by Ahriman and Brad Guinup, jump starting the match as Harley sets up his barbed wire table hurriedly on the outside. KR: Can you believe this? Jack Manson and Nightmare TOGETHER? After all they’ve done to one another over the years? DV: You and I have witnessed many wars between those two, but I have a very good feeling Jack and Nightmare are working merely on the grounds of a common goal. I believe Jack and Harley are out here simply to draw Matt Impact out into the open. Harley finally gets his table set up and steps over the top rope into the ring, clubbing Ahriman with a straight right to the head, getting him off of brother Jack and sending him over the top rope to the outside, then allowing Nightmare to fight his way out of the corner with a kick to Brad Guinup’s gut, the Prince of Pain follows up by hammering Brad’s head into the turnbuckle, before finding refuge on the outside and letting Harley Manson take over on Brad with stiff forearm shots to the face, breaking up the flurry every once in awhile with a knee buried into the breadbasket. CM: Get in there, ref! KR: Harley is such an imposing physical presence in that ring! Harley brings Brad out to the centre of the ring where he lifts him up for a scoop slam but Brad slips out of the monster’s grasp, whirling him around and connecting with a boot to the gut before a hard forearm. He follows up with two more forearms, working on Harley’s head, and sends him into the ropes, Harley reverses and throws a clothesline which Brad ducks on the rebound, Brad then grabs Harley by the hair and pulls him backward landing him back first onto his waiting knee! KR: Oooh, wow, what a backbreaker by Brad Guinup! Brad uses this time now to collect himself while the behemoth is down, Ahriman reaching out his long arm for the tag but Brad doesn’t seem to notice him as he picks up Harley and heads toward the corner looking to smash him headfirst into the top buckle, but Harley puts the brakes on and lurches forward smacking Brad with a clothesline! He goes to follow up.. The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a red spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to boo for the two time former champ, self proclaimed King of Slam!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact with his King of Slam! robe, crown, and scepter as the crowd go up in even more boos. KR: What the hell? [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] CM: Our king has arrived! You may bow at will, Slam peons! Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd. Matt just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he points to the ropes of the ring and forces ring announcer Charles Cruz to open the ropes between the top and middle into the ring, and as he does so, Matt walks up the steel steps to get into the ring and with ease goes over the middle rope into the ring. He immediately drops his robe, crown and scepter, lunging at Harley Manson and laying into him with stomps as “I’m Alive” fades out, the referee, already confused enough by the Manson brothers integrating themselves in the match decides to let the match continue! KR: The referee is surprisingly letting it go! We have a six-man tag team tables match on our hands, fans! The crowd cheers the fact that the ref is letting the match continue but at the same time they’re booing the crap out of Matt Impact who goes so far as to shove Brad Guinup out of the way to continue stomping away on Harley Manson. He scoops Harley up, not acknowledging the referee’s count as he sends Harley into the corner and crushes the big man into the buckles with an avalanche lariat! Harley stumbles out to the center of the ring and is met with a discus lariat by Brad Guinup, Matt is finally forced to retreat to the outside as the crowd starts stomping and clapping, mostly lead by Orchid, trying to get the bigger Manson brother back into the game. Brad picks up Harley, slooowly, trying to elongate his planned beat-down but that proves to be a mistake as Harley scores with a headbutt, another follows that, and now with Brad without his hands up, Harley snatches him up and throws him with a side belly to belly suplex out of desperation! Brad hits the mat hard as Harley catches his breath before crawling towards the corner, reaching out with a long arm to tag JACK MANSON!! KR: Jack’s here! Jack hustles into the ring, landing a double axehandle to the back of the neck followed by a rough kick to the midsection, Jack grabs Brad by the arm and yanks him into a short-arm clothesline! He talks some trash to Matt Impact which gets the crowd behind him, and infuriates the King of Slam who comes in from the apron to get at Manson, the referee gets in his way and prevents him from doing so as Jack takes this opportunity to pick up Brad and hurl him into the corner, looking to smack him with another rough right hand but Brad blocks it and scores with a forearm, following that up with another that staggers Jack back towards the center of the ring. Brad hooks up Jack after a boot to the midsection for a capture suplex, and connects! He rolls towards his corner, looking to apparently tag Ahriman but Matt Impact slaps him on the back before he can, tagging himself in to a chorus of boos, Ahriman looking VERY pissed on the apron. Matt enters the ring quickly, scooping up Jack and immediately hitting a backbreaker, not allowing his enemy any quarter as he follows up with a hard knee drop to the chest, he picks Jack up again but the crowd roars as Nightmare comes in by whirling Matt around and lacing his chest with a hard chop, freeing Jack from the beatdown, Jack comes to help him with a hard right hand thanks to Matt stumbling just into range, the crowd erupts even louder seeing Jack Manson and Nightmare working together. KR: Nightmare is laying in those knife-edge chops right next to Jack Manson on the King of Slam, and this crowd absolutely loves it! CM: Come on, Matt! Jack and Nightmare take turns blasting Matt with shots until Ahriman gets into the ring, smacking Nightmare in the side of the head with the point of his elbow, then hits Jack with a boot to the gut and a sharp DDT! Matt staggers back as Ahriman seems to be taking over, he looks down at Brad Guinup who has finally gotten to his feet, Brad rushes over to Harley Manson and forearms him off the apron and into the safety rail, but when he turns around Ahriman inexplicably catches him in a front waistlock and belly-to-belly suplexes him over the top rope AND THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE TABLE AT RINGSIDE! The bell rings as Matt looks absolutely confused, as do Harley Manson and Nightmare. CC: Here are your winners…..Nightmare, and THE MANSON BROTHERS! CM: What the fuck? What’s wrong with you, Ahriman! KR: He’s obviously angry that he didn’t get the tag and Brad Guinup paid for it! The guilt though lays squarely on Matt Impact’s shoulders, he made the blind tag that set Ahriman off! Ahriman leaves the ring and storms off after admiring his handiwork with a vicious gleam in his eyes, leaving Jack to recollect himself after the DDT, and Matt Impact to make somewhat of a hasty exit. As soon as he gets up though he sprints forward and nearly dives through the ropes to get at The King Of Slam but Matt is just out of range, decidedly quickening his pace when he sees Harley Manson stampeding after him as well, sending Matt to the back with both furious Mansons in hot pursuit, which leaves Brad Guinup in a wreckage of barbed wire, blood and wood, and a very confused Prince of Pain in the middle of the ring, breathing heavy after that physical encounter. KR: This is a night that is going to leave Nightmare’s mind a little frazzled. First, his tag-team partner no-shows for a tables match that nearly becomes a handicap match, then, The Mansons arrive and make it a three-on-two until Matt Impact shows up, making it a six man, and we have a hell of a match on our hands until… DV: Ahriman went bat-shit crazy and plowed Brad Guinup through that barbed wire table, there. KR: Eloquently put. Now the question is how will Nightmare react to all these new occurrences? Nightmare leaves the ring finally with Orchid, trekking up the ramp, stopping to look back at the ring for a moment before, leaving the EMTs to tend to Brad Guinup. He looks up at the Slam!Tron to see T-Bird… The camera changes to an unknown location that looks like a huge parking lot for a hotel. Walking passed a few of the colums holding up the upper parking we see the lovely figure of Tanya Byrd or better known as T-Bird. She is wearing her long black trench coat with a pair of tight black leather pants. Underneather her trench coat is a white unknown band tank top. She turns towards the camera making her way closer. "Nightmare I know you just wondering where in the holy fuck is my tag partner for this match up. Why did she leave me out here alone. Alone after we just lost the tag titles not even two weeks ago. Left me out there when I didn't really need her but it would have been nice." T-Bird looks down at the ground thrusting her hands into her pockets. As she gets to the closes pillar to the camera she leans against it smiling almost as she looks up. "This is where I am Nightmare. No I didn't switch to TNT... That would be a huge mistake on my part. No I am leaving the Maggot Korps. Maggot Korps is holding me back from my dreams. Sure I loved tagging with you Nightmare... But it is not in me. I am a singles wrestler... I have always done better without somebody behind me. Take example of you and Tommy being gone. I won my first title. Wasn't because I had basically family behind me... But because I knew no one was there. I knew I had to fight on my own and make myself strong alone." T-Bird smiles at the camera as she gets off of the pillar. Her right hand stays on the pillar as she walks around it. The camera follows her. "I made myself strong. I would nather do it on my own than having people behind me. I respect you for all that you have done for me Nightmare. I am sure the fans hate me right at this moment. But it is not the fans I need by me. I need myself. And Nightmare... You have a little girl that needs a family... Not a fucked up one with her adopted mom staying around her adopted dad even though the mom and dad are not together. You and Orchid make the perfect life for her that I couldn't help with." T-Bird pulls keys out of her pockets and starts to head the other way before looking back at the camera. Her smile gone without any hint of it ever being there. "I know you will do fine by yourself like you always have. You won your ECC regins without anyone... You had losers for team mates when you won your Heavyweight title Nightmare. Your going to do great without a single worry from me. I just ask you one thing... Don't worry abotu me out at the ring. Never ever come out to the ring even if it does look like i need so much help. Good bye." T-Bird turns fully back around walking away into the darkness of the parking lot. Soon all of the lights flick off in a rows. [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] We're back in Orion Oldriod's new General Manager's office, this time Orion is sat opposite his old manager Tony Stark. Tony and Orion shake hands and Stark picks up his briefcase. He hands over his manager's licence to Orion and clutches his fat pay-off cheque. Stark exits from the office carrying his cheque and briefcase. Orion motions to the camera to come in closer and he sits up to channel his presidential voice... Orion: Welcome. In addition to the earlier War of Attrition series of matches announced by myself earlier, Slam! will host the International Showdown. I'm sure you're wondering what the International Showdown concept is and I'll be so good as to tell you. As you have probably noticed, we have many members of the roster with many different nationalities. The United States of America will take on The Rest of the World! KR: USA vs. The World? CM: That's what he said... Orion: Team USA will meet The World in an eight-man elimination tag team match on the Slam! broadcast on the 22nd of May 2006. Next week, I will announce the participants and name the two Team Captains. Enjoy your main event... The screen fades back to ringside where the announcers begin chatting among themselves. DV: The new GM really getting his feet under the table huh? KR: Certainly looks that way to me. The scene now becomes the gorilla position just adjacent to the curtain, where Nightmare is leaning against the wall with Orchid leaning protectively against him. The big man has pulled his singlet straps down so that he can breathe, letting his girlfriend rest against the wall of flesh that is his torso, and exhumes a deep sigh before he starts to talk. “I think this has been a long time coming, you know? From the beginning since I started tagging with you, Tee, I was half-dreading and half-hoping for the day where you’d be able to break out on your own. And look at you now, you’ve done more in your career than I thought you’d ever be capable of when you got here. You won the Tactical Assault title…you and I kicked SWAT’s ass and became the Tag Team Champions…you’re now one of the fastest rising new stars on Monday Night Slam and pretty much nothing can keep you from more success. And you know what?” Nightmare smiles, a glisten of a tear caused by happiness forming in the Prince of Pain’s eye as he continues. Orchid sighs happily, leaning against her man and wiping the tear away. “I’m DAMN proud of you, Tee. If being by yourself is what you need to be strong, Tee, then I’m not going to stand in your way any longer. You and I have done a lot of great things as a group, kid, I’ll tell you that right now, you and me have struck a blow for these fans that they won’t soon forget, whether you leave the team or not. And I thank you for the respect you’ve given me, the love you have given me, because I wouldn’t give you any less than that in return. You say I’ve done a lot for you and I have, but on the same token you have done…so much for me, whether you know it or not. And now I think it is our time to evolve and show Slam! what’s been boiling for so long.” That old intense sharpness in Nightmare’s voice is returning now as he raises his hand and clenches it dramatically into a fist, his other huge arm wrapped around Orchid’s slender waist. “We’re primed, and ready to lay waste to whoever stands in the way of our success on Monday Night Slam on our own now, Tee. Not only do you need to show that you’re strong on your own…I need to as well. But I don’t think I ever really will be alone as long as I’ve got a family like this around me.” Nightmare motions down around him and Orchid, although Christina isn’t present you know that he has her in his spirit. “Christina still has limitless love and respect for you, Tee, and she is damn proud to call you her mother. Whether Orchid and I become man and wife or even if we drift apart in the months and years to come, no matter what, you will always be Christina’s mother, and I will always be your ally, your friend when you don’t think you have anybody else. That Shannon kid better treat you right, too. I heard about your engagement and I must say congratulations and the best of luck to both of you, but if your new husband has learned anything from the barbed wire cage we tangled in a year or so back..” A goofy half-smile forms on the face of the Prince of Pain as he and Orchid chuckle about the war that he and Shannon, then known as AJ Pheonix had so many months ago. “He’ll know to treat you with the love and respect I know he feels for you, and that you deserve. Otherwise, there’s a cage up in the rafters with ol’ Shannon’s name written allll over it.” Orchid laughs now, whispering in Nightmare’s ear to ‘be nice’, and he nods approvingly, finally giving in to his manager’s chiding. He refocuses his gaze on the camera. “But I digress, fans. The Maggot Korps’ time is over. I say this because nothing lasts forever, FIW faithful, but I can tell you that rising from the ashes of the Maggot Korps will come two sure-fire legends in Full Intensity Wrestling, and by the time Tee and I are done raising our own kinds of hell, we’ll be counted among greats like Brighty, Silent Rage…and yes, even Jim O’Brien, much as he likes to discount how much of a legend he is. Thank you for everything, Tee. Good luck, and goodbye.” With that parting note, he and Orchid walk away, away from the Maggot Korps and the history they now leave behind. |
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DV: Main Event time boys! CM: Such a great main event to come, Tomoko Onamari versus Sean Madrox and the only time I can remember them getting it on in recent history was when Madrox picked up the win. KR: You can see anything here! CM: You want to see wrestling, you'll see it. You want to see a brawl or a streetfight, you'll see it. KR: I have just been told that there is no time limit in this match, or networks will stay with us until there is a winner. CC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is our Main Event of the evening! The arena lights dim, as Korn’s here to Stay begins to play. [align=center]This time, taking it away I've got a problem, with me getting in the way[/align] Tomoko strolls out to a huge ovation from the crowd. She stands at the top of the ramp she looks around at the crowd and smirking slightly. She then raises both arms in a powerful pose. She walks slowly down the ramp, looking intensely focused. [align=center]This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating. Anticipating, all the f**ked up feelings again.[/align] She steps into the ring and walks to the centre and holds up both arms to a huge pop from the crowd.. She walks to the corner and steps up on the middle turnbuckle and raises her arms. She steps down and stand on the spot, looking focused, awaiting her opponent. CC: Introducing first, from Tokyo Japan...TOMOKO ONAMARI! The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entry ramp the first few rifts of “Getting Away With Murder” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and the strobe lights begin to flicker on and off. [align=center]I FEEL IRRATIONAL SO CONFRONTATIONAL TO TELL THE TRUTH AGAIN I AM GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER[/align] The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right with his publicist Shauna at his side. He begins to walk down the ramp admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as Shauna carries her precious puppy. [align=center]IT ISN'T POSSIBLE TO NEVER TELL THE TRUTH BUT THE REALITY IS I'M GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER (GETTING AWAY, GETTING AWAY, GETTING AWAY)[/align] Shauna reaches the apron and she climbs the steps as Sean follows her strutting himself into the ring in an arrogant way; he removes his leather trench coat and climbs the turnbuckle and poses. He then pets the little dog as he flips the crowd off and awaits the start of the match. CC: And her opponent, accompanied by Shauna...'MR PHENOMENAL' SEAN MADROX! Referee Tommy Owens calls for the bell and it sounds to kick this Main Event match. Madrox drops down from the turnbuckle and immediately they tie up in the centre of the ring. Both competitors jockey for position and struggle to shift the other as Tomoko's heels are dug into the mat. They break off the grapple and then circle around the ring. Madrox looks a little cocky as he wiggles his head obviously putting a bad mouth on his opponent. Tomoko feigns going downstairs with a kick before going for the tie up again but Madrox has it scouted and goes behind into a waistlock. KR: Same scenario as last week for Tomoko Onamari, shorter and lighter than her opponent. DV: Tough time to be Tomoko, taking on two former World Champions in two weeks in Orion Oldriod and Sean Madrox. Tomoko tries to release it, she attempts to get her arms inbetween her body and Madrox's grip but 'Mr. Phenomenal' has it locked on tight. Tomoko edges to the ropes and grabs onto the top rope. Referee Tommy Owens asks for the break, Madrox grabs her hair and tries to pull her away from the ropes but she holds onto those ropes. Finally Madrox gives the referee the clean break he desires and they back to a stalemate. Tomoko motions to the referee that Madrox had her hair and Tommy Owens admonishes Sean Madrox. They lock up once again, this time Tomoko quickly turns it into a standing side-headlock in her favour. She rags against the head of Madrox as he looks for a way out. Madrox gets a few good quality shots into Tomoko's side as her grip slackens. CM: Last week Tomoko was held to a draw by Orion... DV: Held to a draw? She had to accept a draw because Orion walked out more like. He pushes her back against the ropes and shoots her forward. Tomoko bounces back off the ropes and knocks Madrox down with a hard running shoulder block. Tomoko heads into the ropes and comes back off to step over Madrox, who has rolled onto his stomach. Tomoko bounds back off the ropes again and this time Madrox goes for a hiptoss but Tomoko blocks! She comes back with a hiptoss of her own and Madrox is sent sprawling across the mat! Madrox punches the mat in frustration before he jumps back up to his feet and runs at Tomoko...headlock takedown! KR: This will be quick, I hope you Chip can keep up. I know ol' DV can! CM: I'll be just fine thank you. Tomoko holds onto the headlock but Sean Madrox isn't prepared to leave it there and he counters into a headscissors. Madrox has his legs wrapped around Onamari's head. Tomoko struggles for a moment, shifting her bodyweight one way and then another to escape. Tomoko then sneaks out of it as Madrox jaw-jacks with the referee and she goes back to the headlock without delay. Madrox isn't enjoying himself on the mat and pushes up to his feet, bringing Tomoko with him. Onamari is on tip-toes to make up some of the 7/8 inch deficit she is suffering. Madrox uses brute force to take Tomoko back into a corner. Again the referee calls for the clean break and Madrox appears to be conforming until he leaves Tomoko open...CHOP! KR: What a brutal chop! DV: You could hear that one up in the nosebleeds! Tomoko is clutching her upper chest as Madrox taunts a few fans in the front row. He snatches her at arm and irish whips her across the ring but Tomoko reverses! Sean Madrox is sent into the turnbuckle and he staggers out into a snap suplex! Beautiful execution from the Japanese technician. Tomoko slowly gets back up to her feet and reaches down to pick Madrox up but Madrox kicks her off! Madrox is up quickly but so is Tomoko, they struggle against each other for a moment with Madrox able to perform a scoop slam! Madrox reaches down to pull Onamari up but she copies him and kicks Sean away from her! Both competitors are up the same time but Onamari is a hare quicker in executing a headlock takedown once again. DV: This another of those matches where the winner could be next in line to determine a future World Championship challenger. CM: And you know who this all favours don't you? DV: Who's that Chip? CM: Matt Impact! These two beat the snot out of each other and that leaves him in pole position to get a title shot. Tomoko has slowed the pace down, keeping on top of Madrox with the headlock and stopping him fighting back. Madrox manages to gain some free room and he uses the same format as earlier, pushing up to his feet where Madrox has a size and strength advantage. Madrox catches Tomoko with a couple of forearm shots to her side to slacken the grip before shooting her into the ropes. This time Tomoko comes off to find Sean looking for a clothesline, which she dodges and uses the outstretched arm to apply a crucifix! KR: Pinfall out of nowhere! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] CM: Close one for Sean Madrox, come on Sean! DV: Nothing like a bit of impartiality. CM: Hey, don't get me wrong...Tomoko's a fit bird as they'd say here but she's a little too rough for my liking. Both up at the same time and Madrox's frustration is very evident as he is again taken over in a headlock to the mat. Tomoko quickly rolls him across onto his back... [align=center]1! SHOULDER UP![/align] Onamari keeps the headlock on, a look of satisfaction on her face as she can feel Madrox kicking his legs in an attempt to escape. Tomoko has her eyes on Shauna, Madrox's Publicist on the outside and Tomoko is shaking her head that Madrox won't escape this time. But Madrox has other ideas, he pushes up one more time and holds her waist with one arm as he pounds forearm shots into her with his other hand. Madrox steps back into the ropes to create a break, Tomoko complies as senior referee Owens threatens with a disqualification. Tomoko brushes Owens aside and walks up to Madrox, she puts both hands on his shoulders and pushes up to wrap her legs around his neck...HURRICANRANA! TOMOKO HOLDS ON FOR THE PIN! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: Another quick pin attempt! Tomoko is up first and runs at a recovering Madrox, who sidesteps her attack and sends Tomoko through the ropes to the outside! Tomoko, though, has landed on her feet and jumps back up onto the apron. Madrox comes at her but she goes downstairs with a shoulder slammed into his gut! Madrox doubles over while still holding onto the top rope and Tomoko slingshots over into a sunset flip! CM: Another pin?! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] DV: Each time Madrox is taking a little bit longer to kick out I have noticed. Madrox gets up but Onamari is waiting and she goes back to the well with the headlock takedown, this time really swinging him around and Sean's side bangs against the mat. Madrox's fists are clenched showing his growing frustration, he reaches for Tomoko's hair but the referee knocks his hand away. Madrox rolls over on top of Tomoko as much as he can, pushing her down against the mat but Tomoko resets right back to her original position as Shauna slaps the mat with her hands. This time Tomoko initiates getting up, she pulls Madrox by his head but Sean manouvres around so the referee can't see his hand and he drags her back to the ropes by her hair! Madrox breaks off the headlock and slams a knee hard into her stomach! Tomoko drops to her knees as the referee again waves his finger in Sean's direction for the action against the ropes. KR: He caught her against the ropes with a knee! DV: As we said, so much riding on this match and it's not about titles or necessarily money either. Sean comes at Tomoko, stomping down on her lower back and head. Tomoko crawls away from the ropes, she's on all fours and Madrox catches her with a soccer kick to the ribs which flips her over onto her back. Madrox then reaches down and picks her up, he stands her in the middle of the ring before performing a swinging neckbreaker! Tomoko then rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope after taking the move. Madrox wants to go out there but Tommy Owens holds him back. Tomoko is taking the time to recover before she reaches up to grab the bottom rope. Sean Madrox sits on the middle rope, holding it open for Tomoko in an act that reeks of cockiness. He motions for her to get a move on and step through the opening he's made. Tomoko steps up onto the apron and stoops through the ropes...Madrox kicks her in the stomach! KR: I thought we were going to see some sportsmanship from Madrox but of course, not. DV: He just kicked her as she came through the ropes into the ring, that's not right. CM: Listen to the word, sportsMANship. She's no man! The top turnbuckle pad is Madrox's next target as he rams Tomoko's head into it. Tomoko is spun around in the corner and Madrox opens her up before landing another CHOP! The fans join in with a trademark Flair "WOOOOO!" Tomoko's head is lowered only for a moment as she reels from the contact and Madrox slams two punishing forearm axe-like shots to the back of Tomoko's head. He follows up with stiff kicks to her head and Madrox is firmly in control. DV: Madrox has just turned in on, full aggressive! CM: For all that time Tomoko had the advantage earlier, Sean knew this moment would come. Madrox drags Tomoko up to her feet and leans her over before swinging through with a big kneelift! Madrox then slaps her across the back of Onamari's head and kicks her again to the outside under the ropes. This time Madrox goes out after her, picking Tomoko up and setting her against the ring apron...CHOP! Sean lights up Tomoko Onamari with another hard and loud chop! In the ring Tommy Owens begins his count... [align=center]1! 2![/align] Madrox slams Tomoko's head into the ring apron and allows her to collapse down to the ringside floor. He then looks up at the referee and rolls in to break the count. Madrox stands up slowly before beginning to parade around the ring, flipping the fans off as he does to show them exactly what he feels about the people he once referred to as his 'cats'. Tomoko climbs up onto the apron but she has been weakened and Madrox takes advantage, catching Tomoko with a hard punch to the face. Tomoko holds onto the top rope but Madrox also grabs it and pulls it back before allowing it to rebound out...TOMOKO FLIES FROM THE RING APRON TO THE STEEL BARRICADE! KR: Good God! Tomoko's skull cracking off that barricade! [align=center]1! 2![/align] Tommy Owens is counting once again as Tomoko rolls away from the barricade and is holding her right knee. Despite the possible injury she battles up to her feet and leans on the apron trying to get some valuable recovery time. DV: Looks like she hurt her knee on that landing. [align=center]3! 4![/align] Sean Madrox tries to go to the otuside but Owens again restrains him and thus breaks the count. Madrox shoves him out of the way and reaches through the ropes to grab Tomoko's hair. He pulls her up onto the apron and hooks her up in a front facelock. Madrox brings her back into the ring the hard way, a vertical suplex from the apron in and Madrox floats over for the pin! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: Tomoko stays alive in this match! Madrox and Shauna on the outside question the speed of the count for a moment before Sean remembers his original objective, beating Tomoko. He picks her up and blasts her with a right hand to send her stumbling back to the ropes. Tomoko comes back at him and catches Madrox with an uppercut! Madrox blocks a second strike attempt by Tomoko and her comeback is short-lived as he locks his arms around her waist...BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! KR: Big time belly-to-belly slupex! CM: Did you just say slupex? KR: I might have Chip, I'm having a great time tonight! With Tomoko down, Madrox heads for the apron. He then scales up to the top of a turnbuckle! Madrox stands looking down at Tomoko, then spins around so his back is to the ring...MOONSAULT! MADROX LANDS IT PERFECTLY! HE STAYS ON TOP FOR THE WIN! CM: Picture perfect moonsault! Kurt Angle and Lita eat your heart out! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! SHOULDER UP![/align] KR: I thought that was all right there but somehow, Tomoko fights on! Madrox pulls Tomoko up and throws her, literally, into a corner. Madrox is angry as he opens her up and laces her with another CHOP! WOOOO! Madrox kicks her, then drives a forearm into her face as his mean streak is all-too evident. Sean grabs her arm and irish whips her across the ring, Tomoko's back smacks into the turnbuckle! She stumbles out of the corner into a SPINNING HEEL KICK! DV: Madrox takes to the air with success! CM: He is a master of all trades! He can fly, he can wrestle and he can brawl! Tomoko is down and Madrox steps onto the apron for a second time. He looks out at the fans for a moment before climbing up to the top turnbuckle. He struggles to get his balance and Tomoko is back up! She punches him in the gut and then shakes the ropes! Madrox crotches on the top turnbuckle! His face is etched in pain as Tomoko climbs up the ropes in front of him. She locks in a front facelock... DV: Superplex? KR: Suplerplex! Tomoko steps up onto the top rope and looks down at her feet. As soon as one of Madrox's feet stands on that top rope...TOP ROPE SUPERPLEX! KR: Look at the impact! Onamari springs into life after a few moments hardly moving, she floats over into a cover and hooks the near leg! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! KICK OUT![/align] KR: Tomoko hooked the near leg and it still wasn't enough! CM: There's a near leg? KR: Come on Chip, you've been doing this long enough! There was a near leg in that pinning situation. Tomoko pulls Madrox up to his feet and takes him into a corner, she tries to ram his head into the top 'buckle but Madrox blocks it with a foot up on the second turnbuckle! He comes back with an elbow to the head and then he rams her head into the turnbuckle! Madrox turns her around and gets two full hands of hair for...A HAIR BIEL OUT OF THE CORNER! KR: That's gotta hurt! We talked about no titles on the line here but it doesn't matter at all! DV: For the winner there could be, that's what they are focusing on! You heard Orion earlier, title shots will be earned and he'll be watching this match very closely. CM: We are getting down and dirty, the nitty gritty of this match is coming to the forefront. The crowd jeer Madrox as he slowly walks over to the grounded Tomoko Onamari. He pulls her up and whips her into the ropes. As she comes back off...sleeper! Madrox has a sleeper hold applied and Tomoko struggles! She sprints forward towards a corner, bringing Madrox with her and Tomoko drops out at the last second as Madrox's head snaps back off the second turnbuckle! Tomoko uses the ropes to pull herself up and comes at a groggy Madrox, dropkick to the face! Madrox goes down but not for long as Tomoko picks him up off the mat. She wraps his hair in her hands...a hair biel by Tomoko! KR: What's good for the goose is good for the gander! DV: Some of Madrox's own medicine served back to him. Sean Madrox gets up to his knees complaining about the decision and while Madrox is complaining Tomoko pulls him up, then hoists him up into the air for an inverted atomic drop! Madrox hops around and Tomoko applies a Russian legsweep! She reaches across for the cover! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] Tomoko gets to her feet, she kicks Madrox's leg closer to his side before dropping with a leg drop across his head. She then picks him up off the mat in a dazed state and takes him back down with a DDT! KR: Wait a damn second! Matt Impact is out here! Where in the hell did he come from?! DV: He must have come through the crowd! Impact is crouching down at ringside with a steel chair in hand as Tomoko goes to a turnbuckle, jumps up onto the top rope and spins around so she's facing the ring in one motion! The referee is looking down at Madrox and Impact takes advantage, stepping up to NAIL TOMOKO IN THE BACK WITH HIS STEEL CHAIR! Tomoko drops down off the turnbuckle to the mat! KR: Oh come on! What's he doing out here???? CM: You've been harping on all night about World Title challengers, there's a big contender right there! Impact heads up the ramp, his work done as Madrox picks Tomoko up and locks a hand around her throat...LIGHTS OUT CHOKESLAM! [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] CC: Here is your winner...SEAN MADROX! Shauna comes into the ring and raises Madrox's hand in the air. A smug Sean Madrox then stands over his fallen opponent. KR: Madrox picks up the big win I don't believe it. CM: Sean truly is 'Mr. Phenomenal'! KR: We'd love to talk more about this, about Impact being out here too but we're out of time! DV: See you next week! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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