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| Slam! On Monday; 1st May 2006 | |
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| Craig | May 1 2006, 08:36 PM Post #1 |
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The crowd in the arena begins jeering as familiar music begins to play throughout the PA system and smoke fills the entrance ramp. [align=center]I FEEL IRRATIONAL SO CONFRONTATIONAL TO TELL THE TRUTH AGAIN I AM GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER[/align] Madrox’s Publicist Shauna emerges from the smoke with Sage her puppy in hand. Sean comes out behind her holding a microphone in hand and they begin to walk down the ramp with their chins held high. As the fans continue their rant of hisses as they make it to the apron. Sean climbs the steel steps and Shauna follows with Sage in her hands. They enter the ring and Shauna quickly takes the microphone from Sean’s hands and she begins to speak. KR: Wonder what these two have to say tonight; is there any other way to start a show wrong? CM: Kurt, have I ever told you that you’re fucking boring. DV: I know I don’t have enough fingers and toes to count. Shauna: Alright we came out here tonight to make an announcement so I think it would suit us better if you all shut your traps. KR: That’s a professional way to address the crowd. CM: Maybe the crowd needs to give their undivided attention and stop being rude. Shauna’s use of words doesn’t sit well with the crowd and only rallies them up into more hissing towards Sean and her. Sean grabs the microphone from her hands and he gives her a stern look as she shakes her head petting Sage. DV: Cute puppy. Sean: I came out here tonight because I was disgusted when this weeks card was announced by the dreadful new General Manager of Slam! Do any of you people think that this week was going to be a successful one? Huh?! KR: I thought the card was a match made in heaven. CM: Now that I do look over the line-up I can’t believe I’m here? I should have called out sick! The crowd continues its same frolicking over Sean. Sean: I’m not even featured on the card, the man who has held more Championships than the damn World Heavyweight Champion himself! I deserve more than everyone on the damn roster, whoever you throw at me I can make them squirm in agony, hell I give anyone back there to come out and face me here in the ring right now! DV: Do you think anyone is going to come out? CM: I doubt it, no one is man enough. The crowd begins to yell names out, but nothing distinctive is clearly heard. Sean: Who do you people want to see get their ass handed to them? Hutch? Nightmare? Lance Evers? Tomoko Onamari? Any of them could waltz done here to the ring and I would put them in there place because none of them can hold up to who Mr. Phenomenal really is. Any do-gooder back there will never be able to step up to me because my eyes were opened and realize I put one person first and that’s ME! CM: He is right you should put yourself first before anyone… KR: Talk about being selfish. Shauna gives a devilish smirk as Sean release his anger. Sean: I think I have held my tongue long enough, something is dramatically going to change here on Slam! whether any of you like it or not. But for tonight seeming that Mr. Phenomenal isn’t in action I’ll be leaving early, I don’t want to waste my time here and watch the pathetic line up that Oldriod calls a “Slam! Championship Challenge.” DV: And they leave. Sean drops the microphone on the canvas as he exits through the middle rope and Shauna follows close behind with Sage in her hands. They climb up the ramp and Sean flips the crowd off as he makes it to the backstage area and Jeff Noon meets him there with a microphone in hand. Noon: Why are you leaving before the show starts Sean? Sean: Didn’t I make myself clear just minutes ago Noon? Do you really want to give me a reason to kick the snot out of you? Sean continues his walk towards the parking lot with Noon not far behind him. A limousine pulls up and the man servant quickly opens the back door, Shauna and Sage enters the limousine. Sean turns around and he shoves Noon back away from him as he enters the limousine and in seconds it speeds off. Noon: There you have it folks Sean Madrox has left the building! [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] Orion Oldriod is sat at his desk, he looks up to see the camera approaching and the Slam! General Manager 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: Welcome to Paris in France! DV: Slam! is in Europe for our European Tour and we're kicking it off here in Paris! CM: Why does everything smell of garlic? KR: Shut it Chip! We're kicking the action off tonight with a tag team contest... The lights go down, except for the multi coloured spotlights on the stage flashing in time with synth intro to Rusty Nail and some pyro explodes as the guitars kick in. As the smoke clears Daisuke runs out, sword drawn, shouting at everyone who'll listen; he stops at the end of the stage to let the pain in his knee catch up with him, and he turns around and points the sword at the stage in time for the first chorus and slashes down to the floor as Toshi screams "Oh, Rusty Nail!" This is the cue for an uncomfortable looking Kiyoshi Nakahata, with his hood pulled up, to step out onto the stage and look rather surprised by the loud explosions going off around him. He starts his walk down to the ring and goes to shake hands with the fans down the ramp, but Daisuke starts shouting at him too, and tells him to get down to the ring. When he gets there he walks along the apron towards his corner and hops over the ropes to sit himself down on the top turnbuckle as he waits for his opponent. CC: Introducing first in this tag team match, accompanied by Daisuke...KIYOSHI NAKAHATA! The arena goes completley 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. [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. CC: His partner...BRAD GUINUP! 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. CC: And the opponents, first from the United Kingdom of Pain...TOAN! As soon as the introduction to "Beautiful Disgrace" by Orgy comes in, the lights go off and Tara's logo can be seen on titantron, 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 titantron, 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. 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 his partner...TARA 'THE FROZEN PHOENIX'! Referee Joe Johnson calls for the opening bell as Kiyoshi Nakahata and Tara kick it off for their respective teams. Tara goes to lock up with Kiyoshi but she goes downstairs with a kick to the gut before they actually reach each other. Tara applies a standing side headlock but Kiyoshi takes her straight back to the ropes. He shoots Tara forward and Tara bounces back off the ropes looking for a shoulder block but it's Tara herself who goes down! Kiyoshi stands over Tara, looking down at his opponent and Kiyoshi runs into the ropes! Tara quickly gets to his feet, looks to put some distance between himself and Kiyoshi but runs into a right hand from Brad Guinup on the apron! Tara is knocked down and crawls over to his corner. Toan looks to console Tara but gets a tag for his troubles. DV: Didn't look to me like Toan wanted that tag. KR: I think it was more a case of Tara wanting out. Toan slowly comes into the ring, he goes into a tie up with Kiyoshi with perhaps a better shot at matching power than Tara had and the wily Toan applies a headlock similar to the one Tara had on. The result is the same as Kiyoshi takes him back to the ropes and shoots him forward into the opposite set. Again Kiyoshi knocks an opponent down with a standing shoulder block and Toan slides backwards away from the Japanese competitor on his ass. Toan uses the ropes to pull himself up, keeping his eyes locked on Kiyoshi as he does. They go to lock up again but Toan quickly gains the advantage. He snatches Kiyoshi's arm and wrenches it over his head. Toan then punches at Kiyoshi's shoulder as he holds the arm before making the tag to Tara. CM: Good strategy, get in control and tag in your partner. KR: Toan is experienced, no doubt about it. Tara jumps up onto the top rope in one leap as Toan is still holding him and comes down with a double axe handle to the outstretched shoulder. Toan exits the ring as Tara takes over, he grabs the arm but Kiyoshi snatches it back and irish whips him into the ropes. Tara ducks underneath a clothesline attempt and then she holds onto the opposite ropes. Tara waves his finger at Kiyoshi before dropping to the mat and rolling to the outside. Tara starts trash talking to a couple of fans in the front row BEFORE BRAD DROPS OFF THE APRON AND RUNS THROUGH TARA WITH A CLOTHESLINE! KR: WHOA! DV: He came from out of nowhere! KR: A big hit and run from Guinup! Brad picks Tara up, dragging her to his feet and then he rolls him back in the ring where Kiyoshi is waiting. Tara is now on his knees mouthing off at Brad through the ropes and she finally gets up to his feet to turn around...INTO A CLOTHESLINE FROM KIYOSHI TAKING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! KR: A second drive by! DV: She turned her back and Kiyoshi took advantage! CM: It was a double whammy! As she landed at ringside, her face smacked off that guard rail! Tara down on the outside and possibly knocked out. Brad is still down there off the apron and he comes to get him but the referee is right there to put a stop to that. Tara gets on all fours and starts crawling around the ringside area. CM: This is bad! KR: Kiyoshi and Brad Guinup so far are in deep control of this one. Tara climbs back in the ring and immediately turns to her partner. Toan accepts the tag and steps through the ropes. Toan launches himself at Kiyoshi but Kiyoshi catches him with a kick to the gut. He then clubs across Toan's back with hard forearms four times before throwing (literally) Toan into the Guinup/Kiyoshi corner. Kiyoshi tags in Brad, who comes in the ring. Kiyoshi whips him into the ropes and then lays down, Toan comes back off the ropes to step over Kiyoshi and then catch a dropkick to the face! DV: Another knockdown by the team of Kiyoshi and Brad Guinup. KR: Toan and Tara have hardly even got their engines started! Brad takes his time, he lets Toan get up to a knee before opening him up and lacing him with a vicious CHOP! Toan holds his chest and winces in pain but Brad isn't finished as he nails him with a second CHOP! Brad lands a hard punch to the jaw as Toan is pressed back against the ropes. Brad continues hammering the longest reigning Extreme Chaos Champion in history with chops followed by punches followed by chops followed by punches. Brad pulls Toan away from the ropes and lifts his left arm up to send a body shot into his side. Guinup goes back to a standing headlock, which allows Toan the opportunity to take him back into the ropes. Toan shoots Guinup into the ropes. As Brad runs into the ropes near Tara, he kicks him in the back! Brad staggers forward into a running high knee to the shoulder! KR: Cheap shot by Tara! DV: Followed up by the opportunistic Toan and that high knee. Toan quickly takes over, pulling Brad Guinup up and whipping him into the S.W.A.T. corner. He grabs the top rope with both hands as Toan unloads with kicks to the stomach of the competitor. Tara has both his arms raised in the air to show he isn't interfering. Referee Joe Johnson steps in to admonish Toan for his attack in the corner, Toan positions the referee so he can't see Tara choking him with the tag rope! Kiyoshi then comes into the ring to protest about the illegal tactics being employed by the opponents but that only further distracts the referee. Toan adds into the corner offence as he goes back to slamming his heavy boots in. KR: Come on ref! There's a mugging going on behind you! DV: It's Tara and Toan all taking their shots at will on a helpless Brad Guinup! CM: It's the old mis-direction play! Let your opponents draw the referee to them while you can do whatever you like to the legal partner. They all stop as the referee turns around, Toan and Tara then over-elaborate with a loud tag. Toan picks Brad up for an atomic drop and Brad staggers into a running ENZIGURI from Tara! Instead of making the cover, Tara taunts Kiyoshi and even spits at him! Kiyoshi comes storming into the ring but referee Jackson restrains him! KR: That arrogant woman! CM: One more time, it worked once and it works again. Tara takes advantage of the situation, again Brad Guinup is taken into the Toan/Tara corner and this time Toan pounds on his upper back/neck! Brad is beaten down to the mat as Tara now again taunts Kiyoshi by slapping him in the face! Kiyoshi places a leg through the ropes and the referee is immediately on him! Toan pulls Brad up and holds him as Tara takes a free shot to the jaw. As the referee turns around Toan pushes her away from him and Tara knocks her down with a clothesline. Tara then tags in Toan, Toan goes behind Brad into a waistlock and Tara nails him with a dropkick into a German Suplex! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: First pinfall attempt of the match and it goes to the team of Toan and Tara. DV: We may not like them but you've got to give them credit for being great athletes and intelligent wrestlers. Brad sits up after the cover and reaches out to his corner but he's too far away. Toan stomps down on his back before making the tag to Tara. Tara comes in to apply a front facelock, as basic as they come and it's effective to stop him gaining ground on his partner Kiyoshi. Brad suddenly powers upwards and breaks the facelock, launching Tara up into the air and then he comes crashing down. Brad is down though too and can't capitalise on the situation. It takes a few seconds before he starts to get up, which gives Tara enough time to shake away the cobwebs. Tara whips him into the turnbuckle and then follows closely in but Brad's chest slams into the turnbuckle, they knock heads! DV: Big collision! CM: A clash of heads! Both are down but moving, Brad edges towards his corner but Tara finds himself next to his ankle and grabs it to stop him tagging in Kiyoshi. Brad uses his other foot to kick Tara off and Tara has to go for her own corner as Brad desperately gets closer to Kiyoshi...TAG! BOTH TEAMS TAG! KR: That's just what Kiyoshi and Brad needed! Toan comes in but Kiyoshi is on fire as he first clotheslines down Tara and then Toan with hard clotheslines. Another clothesline for Tara is followed up with one from the left side on Toan! Kiyoshi grabs Tara, whips her against the ropes and he comes off at speed...OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! KR: Raw power! Kiyoshi then goes at Toan, taking him down to the mat with a back elbow! Kiyoshi then goes down to the mat to apply a triangle choke! Nakahata locks it in but Tara is back in to break it up! Tara pulls Kiyoshi up but Kiyoshi blocks a right hand and takes her down to the mat...STO! DV: Big move! Toan is back up on his feet but Kiyoshi is waiting. Toan lands a couple of hard CHOPS to Kiyoshi and whips him into the ropes. Kiyoshi comes back off to find Toan with his head lowered and Kiyoshi applies the brakes! He places Toan's head between his legs and hoists him up...PILEDRIVER! TOAN DRIVEN DOWN ON TOP OF HIS HEAD! KR: Piledriver! CM: Is all you do repeat moves after we've just seen them???? KR: Um...yes! Kiyoshi goes for the cover! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! SHOULDER UP![/align] DV: So close! Tara is slowly making it back up to her feet, Brad Guinup is down and out at ringside though. Tara catches Kiyoshi with a few good punches to the face as he gets up to his feet from the pinfall attempt. Tara takes him into a corner, presses Kiyoshi in and goes for an irish whip but Kiyoshi reverses! Tara's back slams into the turnbuckles and she stumbles out of the corner into a LARIAT! KR: Kiyoshi Nakahata doing this alone now! CM: Here comes Toan! Toan attacks Kiyoshi from behind! He then spins him around and picks him up for a scoop slam! Toan goes to the ropes, steps through onto the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle...JESUS BOMBER! MISSED! KIYOSHI MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND! DV: High risk move does not pay off for Toan! KR: His knees crashed into the mat! Toan slowly picks himself up off the canvas and stumbles over to Kiyoshi, who hasn't got up yet himself yet...SMALL PACKAGE! [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] CC: Here are your winners...KIYOSHI NAKAHATA AND BRAD GUINUP! KR: Let's be fair, Kiyoshi did that on his own! CM: Toan got caught! Toan is not happy as Daisuke pulls Kiyoshi out of the ring and they head up the ramp victorious. Tara leans on the apron unhappy at the result as Toan questions referee Joe Johnson. [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] We cut to backstage, where Slam! Interviewer Jeff Noon is stood alongside General Manager Orion Oldriod. Jeff: Orion, you have requested this time. What for? Orion: The first thing I want to say is that Sean Madrox can cry like a woman all he likes about getting title shots. He needs to prove himself and I’m going to give him a chance to do just that. Next week, you will see Madrox in that very ring against a Mystery Opponent. Jeff: A Mystery Opponent? Orion shoots a sideward glance at Noon and shakes his head. Orion: Are you hard of hearing, jackass? I said Mystery Opponent. Now, onto my main portion of business. I said last week that on this night I would announce the participants on the International Showdown elimination eight-man tag match in three weeks time. The participants will be for Team USA - Prime, Jack Manson, Nightmare and Ahriman. For The World, it will be Toan, Hutch, Xtreme Kitten and...Orion Oldriod. Noon looks up at the smiling face of the GM, he is confused. Jeff: You? Orion: Me. Jeff: Well that retirement didn't last long. Orion: Give me that! Orion snatches the microphone out of his hands and shoves him back out of the camera shot. Orion: As the reigning World Champion, Hutch has put himself forward as Team Captain for the Rest of the World. I have accepted his offer, as a matter of a fact the World Champ is here with me. Hutch walks onto the set, his face beaming in a smile and the World Championship belt glistening under the bright lights. Oldriod has a piece of paper in his hand. Orion: Hutch, as Leader of The World... Hutch: Sounds good don't it? Hutch, the Leader of The World. Hutch basks in his new moniker. Orion: Sounds great. Now Hutch, as Captain you have the chance to name the opposing Captain. Here are the names and a pen, just circle who it'll be. Oldriod holds up the paper with all four Team USA names on it. Hutch laughs. Hutch: Here, I'll tell you what. Hutch closes his eyes and circles the pen around, he suddenly opens his eyes and looks at Orion. Hutch: That says Prime. Orion: I know. What of it? Hutch: I've got to wrestle in the same match as Prime even before Summer of Sin? Orion: That's right. Hutch appears worried and his head lowers, he goes deep in thought. Hutch hastily underlines a name, not even looking at the piece of paper to do it and Hutch heads off leaving a bemused Oldriod. Orion turns the piece of paper back to the camera, the name underlined is "Jack Manson". Orion: So there you have it, Jack Manson will be Team USA Captain. Quite an unusual method of choosing a Captain, not even looking at the names when choosing but there you have it. KR: Next up, is the first Championship match of the evening. The recently won TCC title on the line, as the still newcomer Lance Evers squares off against a former ECC and TAC Champion, T-Bird. CM: And who can I support? No-one! DV: Violence, women and Chip unhappy. I'm loving this match more and more every minute. [align=center] "I've felt the hate rise up in me... Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves... I wander out where you can't see... Inside my shell, I wait and bleed... " "Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot hits the speakers as T-Bird comes out from the back almost crawling. Her hair is pulled up into a tight pony tail with a lime green ribbon. She wears a white Soaring Eagle t-shirt that is very loose on her body. She is also wearing a pair of baggy black jeans. Paint covers all of her face and her arms also. She reaches the end of the stage boucing but getting down on her knees.[/align] KR: Here she is, former member of Maggot Korps, T-Bird. She's had her sights set on this title for a while now, and finally she's getting her chance to win it back. CM: Why doesn't Orion book someone I like to take the title from Lance? DV: Because Orion doesn't like you. [align=center]"GOODBYE!" Red pryo hits all around her as she pops out of it landing not to far away. T-Bird throws her arms up getting the fans to cheer even louder than they are now. Some go to their feet as she takes her dash down the ramp letting her hair down and throwing the ribbon into the crowd. A few people fight over it but the others just keep cheering as she slides into the ring sitting up on her knees throwing her arms up.[/align] CC: This match is scheduled for a Last Man Standing match, and is for the Tactical Chaos Championship. Firstly, the challenger, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 138lbs, T-BIRD! [align=center]"I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time Everything is 3D blasphemy My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up This is not the way I pictured me I CAN'T CONTROL MY SHAKES!..." T-Bird gets up on her feeting running over to the turnbuckle and stepping up. She grabs the edges of her Soaring Eagle shirt throwing it off into the crowd letting the fans fight over it again. She is left with just her black bikini top and her body painted the same as her face and arms. She jumps off heading to the opposite turnbuckle and greets the fans over there. Hopping off of there she bounces a little bit getting ready for her match to come.[/align] KR: T-Bird has a tough match tonight, facing a man who specialises in Hardcore matches in a No-DQ, Last Man Standing match. This will be a bloody brawl, and you have to ask yourself, "Can T-Bird manage"? DV: Don't let the outside look fool you, she can be as tough as bitch as anyone when the time calls. 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] But then, from behind the curtain walks out the man himself, Lance Evers, holding a metal briefcase. He steps out onto the stage, and looks out to the crowd. He grins, as he places the briefcase down, before 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 picks up the briefcase and finally starts to make his way down the ramp and towards the ring. KR: And here's the Champion. His belt was stolen by Ahriman last week, but he apparantly has something else with him CM: Probably those sick toys from his promo this week. DV: You collect those yourself, just hoping one day you can use them on something other than yourself. KR: That's gross. [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] CC: And now, making his way to the ring, the TCC Champion, now residing in Chicago, Illinois, Father Hardcore, LANCE EVERS! Lance finally gets to the ring, and slides under the ropes. He gets straight back up, hands the briefcase back to the ref, before 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 the briefcase off the ref, and then grabs the mic from Charles. He looks across at T-Bird and grins, and then addresses the people of the arena. Lance: Ladies, gentlemen, and easily influenced, most likely John Cena fans, otherwise known as children. Are you ready for some Hardcore action? The crowd cheer, giving an obvious yes to the TCC champion. Lance: Well, I would love that to happen, but before I came out here tonight, I recieved a fax from my new manager, The Real One. I've made a copy for you T-Bird. Lance suddenly opens his briefcase and pulls out a sheet of paper, handing it to T-Bird. She takes it cautiously, and begins to read it. Lance pulls out his own, and start to read it outloud for everyone. Lance: It reads "The Rules of the match in question clearly state the winner is the 'Last Man Standing'. Now since T-Bird is a female, Lance Evers would automatically win by default, since he is the only Man in the match. Thus, still the champion, LANCE EVERS!" The crowd does not know how to react. Happy that Lance Evers has won and retained, but feel cheated that they were screwed out of a match that they paid to see. Lance: I'm sorry T-Bird, I'm not the man that pulls out of a match because of a technicality, but that's solid proof. I guess my manager's protecting me whatever the cost, from the other side of the World. Voice: I have a solution! Suddenly, the face of Orion comes up on the tron. Lance jumps in shock, dropping the mic. He turns around, angry, but suddenly sees it's Orion on the tron, and quickly changes, careful not to piss off the boss. T-Bird is angry at Lance, staring at him with a fueled hatred, barely paying attention to the GM on the tron. Orion: I prepared for this eventuality just in case, and have come up with a solution. So, from this moment, Lance Evers will be defending his title against T-Bird in a Last Person Standing match. The crowd cheer. Lance doesn't know how to react, so claps the GM half heartedly. T-Bird has a sadistic smile come across her face. Orion: Let the match commence. Lance shrugs, as he turns around, but suddenly T-Bird runs straight at Lance. As Evers turns around, he is suddenly met with a dropkick to the face. The match bell rings as Lance falls to the floor, clutching his face. His briefcase goes flying out of the ring, and lands on the outside, still closed. [align=center]DING DING DING[/align] Fuzz watches on, with nothing to do but watch T-Bird pummel the hell into the face of Lance. Evers body shakes, struggling to get the angered woman off him, until he suddenly uses both hands to push her off. She lands on the canvas but gets right back up, and looks on at Lance, who gets up, holding his face. The crowd have a mixed reaction, still not knowing who to cheer and who to boo. Lance finally regains his balance and looks at T-Bird, who's looking at him now, with a sadistic grin on her face, ready to fight. All of the manners that Lance has for women disappears in a flame in anger, as Lance bursts into a full run at T-Bird. He gets to her, while still running, grabs her around her waist, and drives her into the turnbuckle. She's drilled into there, before Lance then begins to drive shoulders into her sternum, grabbing hold of the ropes for more leverage. The crowd are still cheering and booing, as he finally pulls away. T-Bird holds her stomach in pain, as Lance steps back, trying to gain back some control of himself. He calms himself, just as T-Bird comes out of the corner, and suddenly slaps Lance across the face. Lance stumbles backwards in shock, caught totally of guard from the sign of disrespect. Lance does not know how to react, but even if he did, he would not have time to, as T-Bird suddenly starts to fire punches into Lance's face again. She fires a left, then a right, catching Lance totally off-balance. Evers is not even halfway prepared, as he feebly puts up his hands to protect his precious face. KR: Both these two are going back and forth. Just when it looks like one has calmed down, the other attacks. DV: You can't put your defences down in a match, simple mistakes lead to big results. Like a torn condom with Chip's parents... CM: Hey! I was a honeymoon baby! DV: Your parents told you when you were concieved? That's disturbing and wrong. Now I know why you're like that. T-Bird keeps punching Lance in the face, with the usually banned closed fists, until she finally stops, just to hit a spinning heel kick right into the face of Lance. Lance falls to the floor, and scrambles back up again, leaning back on the ropes right behind him. T-Bird gets up, sees this and suddenly jumps in a burst of speed, running straight at Lance. She clotheslines him, right over the top rope, but stays in the ring herself. Lance hits the apron on his way down, and falls onto the mats on the outside. Lance rolls on the floor a bit, before using the announce table to heave himself up. As he turns around, T-Bird slingshots herself over the top rope, straight towards Evers. But Lance sees this, and at the last moment, dives out of the way, leaving T-Bird to crash onto the mats, and the front of the announce table. Her body crunches down, as Lance rolls away. KR: T-Bird went for a suicida dive and paid the concequences. CM: Suicida? More like suicidal! DV: That's where the name derives from, dickhead. CM: Derives? More like derailed! Boo-ya! Lance gets back up, and walks over to T-Bird, who's on the floor, clutching at her back in pain. Lance bends over and grabs T-Bird's hair, picking her up to her feet. As he does, he then continues to lift her up onto his shoulder. He looks around, holding T-Bird on the shoulder, with the crowd mostly cheering Lance on. Lance then suddenly drops T-Bird jaw first onto the top of the announce table. She bounces off with a sickening thud, and stumbles backwards. She turns her back to Lance, at which point Lance suddenly wraps his arms around her waist, and hits a perfect German Suplex, with the back of T-Bird neck crashing into the mats. Lance gets up, looking around the arena. The crowd start to cheer, as Lance suddenly looks at the ring. He heads over to it, and suddenly lifts up the apron, revealing the assortment of weapons kept under there. The crowd cheer even more, thirsty for Hardcore violence and blood. Lance shows that he has this in mind, by nodding, and then bending over to pull out an assortment of weapons. First he pulls out a chair, then a trash can lid, baking tray, fire extinguisher, kendo stick, mirror, and table. Lance takes a while pulling out this wide assortment of weapons, by which time T-Bird has slowly risen to her feet. Lance finally pulls the table out, as T-Bird picks up the chair that's behind Lance. She holds it ready, stalking Lance, ready for him to turn around. KR: Lance has pulled out a whole load of weapons there, but it looks like he took too long. DV: I'm in Hardcore Heaven here. The power of Father Hardcore is beaming down onto me. CM: Fanboy.... DV: Go suck off Impact. Lance turns around, unsuspectingly, and T-Bird suddenly swings for the head of Lance. But Lance dodges again, and the chair hits against the apron. As the chair hits the apron, Lance kicks the back of T-Bird's knees, so T-Bird suddenly falls to her knees, with her head falling onto the chair that's on the apron. She stays on her knees, with her head on the chair that's resting on the apron, when Lance looks around the arena, looking for the support that to crowd gives him. Lance then suddenly swings his leg and kicks the back of T-Bird head. His foot crakcs against her head, which causes her face to get drilled into the chair. She falls backwards, lying on the floor, holding her face in a tremendous amoutn of pain, as the crowd cheer for the Hardcore action. KR: What a deadly kick to T-Bird. CM: It'll be an improvement to her face... DV: Yet again, Chip showing that he chose to "bat for the other team". CM: .....I don't get it. Lance looks down at T-Bird, before grabbing the baking tray, throwing it in the ring, followed by the kendo stick, trash can lid, fire extinguisher, and finally sliding the table into the ring, followed by climbing into the ring himself. T-Bird starts to climb to her feet again, holding her face, when Lance climbs into the ring. She uses the apron for leverage, and then slides herself into the ring. Lance picks up the fire extinguisher and aims the nozzle right at T-Bird. She gets up and turns around, as Lance pulls the pin out to fire the extinguisher at her. But she sees him in time, and suddenly dives between the legs of Lance. Evers is caught off guard, as T-Bird gets up behind him and fires a fist right in between the legs of Lance, upwards into the groin. Lance suddenly drops the extinguisher to the floor, as he hands go to hold his crotch. The tremendous amount of pain shoots through his body. He drops to his knees, as T-Bird gets up to a vertical base. She first uses the time to catch her breath, before going onto the attack. She picks up the baking tray and starts to repeatedly hit it into the back of Lance's head. Again and again she fires the metal tray into the back of the head of Father Hardcore, until finally stopping. When she does, Lance falls face first onto the canvas. She looks at the tray, which now has a dent in it in the shape of Lance's head. She drops it, and signals to the referee. Fuzz suddenly starts the count. [align=center]1... 2... 3... 4...[/align] KR: T-Bird could win this one already, after a lowblow and those shots to the back of Lance's head with that tray. DV: If he is the Hardcore legend, he can't be knocked out for 10 from just that. Chip, maybe, but not Lance. [align=center]5... 6...[/align] Sure enough, Lance then begins to rise to his feet. He uses the ropes to help him. T-Bird sees this, and prepares to attack again. Evers gets to his feet just before Fuzz can count to 7. He turns around, as T-Bird picks up the kendo stick. She goes to swing it at his head, but he ducks under it and suddenly picks her up on his shoulders, getting her in the position to hit his Strike finisher. KR: Lance going for the early finisher! But T-Bird begins to squirm, and gets out, landing behind Lance. As she does, she brings the kendo stick cracking down onto the top of Lance's head. Evers falls fowards onto the the ring mat. T-Bird then continues on the attack, striking the kendo stick down on the back of Lance Evers continuously. The crowd begin to boo this more than cheer. Lance finally rolls onto his back as T-Bird stops the enslaught of kendo blows. She looks across and sees the baking tray. She picks it up, and places it on top of Lance's front. She looks around, and although some parts of the crowd are still cheering her, there are parts that are now booing. She does not pay attention as she goes to the turnbuckle and begins to climb. As she gets to the top, she looks down at Lance, who's still got the tray on his front. She then suddenly dives, amazingly high in the air. She comes flying towards Lance, to hit him with a splash, but Lance suddenly sits up, and lifts up the tray, smashing it into her head. He body goes sprawling to the floor, with all the energy from her jump going right into that tray, with the impact point being her skull. She goes to the floor, clutching her head in tremendous pain, as Lance rises to his feet. But instead of going to attack T-Bird, he goes to the outside of the ring again. He gets to the mats outside, and picks up his silver metal briefcase that he brought with him to the ring. He brings it with him into the ring, and opens it, to bring out the contents. CM: Here come Lance's sexual toys that he obvsiously uses on Jeff. KR: Leave your sick sexual fantasies to yourself. Lance's relationship with Jeff is nothing but harmless evil. CM: Harmless evil? Like a Nightmare promo.... Lance reaches into the briefcase and brings out something in each hand. But it's not the sexual toys that Lance had in his promo, but he's holding a half of onion in each hand. He throws them onto the floor, and reaches in again. This time, he brings out a lump of cheese. After this, he reaches in one last time, and brings out something more deadly than even the smelliest of French Cheese. He brings out a loop of Barbed Wire, rapped around into a circle. He lifts it out with sick joy. The crowd cheer loudly for this. Lance, holding the Barbed Wire, goes over and picks up the kendo stick, and proceeds to wrap the Barbed Wire around the end of it. Meanwhile, T-Bird gets herself to her knees, by resting her head against the second rope, as if set-up for a 619. Lance notices this, and walks over. He suddenly reaches over the top rope, holding the Barbed Wire covered Kendo Stick in his hands. He then suddenly begins to grate the Barbed Wire into the forehead of T-Bird. She begins to scream loudly as the little barbs begin to shred her flesh. Lance grits his teeth as he continues to do this, with the crowd cheering with a disgusting pleasure for this. T-Bird's arms wave around madly, as her forehead is torn. As Lance finally stops, he goes back further into the ring, and drops the Kendo Stick. The camera goes to the face of T-Bird, to see a stream of blood begins to go down her face. She struggles to get to her feet, turning around. Lance then suddenly runs at her, and hits her with his Tornado DDT that he calls the "Fly-By". Her head is again driven to the canvas, and as Lance raises to his feet, this time Fuzz begins to count T-Bird's knock out. [align=center]1... 2... 3... 4...[/align] KR: Lance dealing a huge amount of punishment on one woman there. CM: I know T-Bird can be annoying at times, but any woman that leaves Nightmare twice cannot be that bad! DV: Oh shut up, please, before I borrow Lance's Barbed Wire myself to use as your noose. [align=center]5... 6... 7...[/align] T-Bird begins to rise to her feet, much to the disappointment of Lance. He looks around and picks up the French cheese that he brought out of his suitcase. He holds it safely in his hand, as T-Bird gets to her feet just after 8. She stumbles around, slightly blinded with the blood. Lance suddenly grabs her neck, and snapmares her over his shoulder. She lands painfully onto the canvas, but Lance stays behind her, and grabs her around the neck so she cannot move. He then, with the other hand, places the cheese under her nose. She does not seem to be all there, but is awoken by the terrible stench of the French Cheese. She struggles manically, but Lance has a vice-like grip on her, so she cannot escape the horrid smell. Lance finally lets her go, and she crawls to the other side of the ring as quick as possible. She quickly rises to her feet. Lance grins as the crowd cheer for this. T-Bird goes into corner, to lean against. She tries to regain her composure. but choses a bad spot as Lance sudddenly runs at her, and hits an enziguri on her, while she's in the corner. KR: What an enziguri from Lance, after showing her what one of France's main exports is like up close. CM: You mean shoving his cheese in her face? DV: Always turning everything into a sick sexual inuendo with you, isn't it? CM: A what now? She falls to the floor, but is suddenly picked up again. Lance puts her in the STO position, and brings her into the centre of the ring, before hitting her with the Spinning Reverse STO called the SRS. The crowd cheer for this trademark move of Lance. Evers then looks around the ring after getting up, and suddenly spots the Kendo Stick covered in Barbed Wire again. He goes over, picks it up, and places it right above the head of T-Bird, who's lying face down on the canvas. He then goes behind her, and grabs her arms, lifting the top half of her body up off the canvas. He adjusts her slightly, so that her head is suspended just above the Barbed Wire covered Kendo Stick. He has the sadistical look of a madman in his eyes as he looks down onto T-Bird. KR: Oh my God! Lance is going to give T-Bird a curbstomp right down onto that Barbed Wire covered Kendo Stick! CM: He's derranged! Someone stop him! It can't be legal! DV: Overload....violence overload.... Lance is just about to curbstomp T-Bird's face into a place no amount of plastic surgery can cure, when suddenly something spots his eye. He looks up at the tron, as does the camera. Suddenly we see that Ahriman is actually standing on top of the tron! He stands ontop of the huge screen, with the TCC title on his shoulder, looking down onto Lance. Evers look up at Ahriman with pure hatred, as the arena begins to spot Ahriman and boo very loudly. Ahriman takes no notice. Lance lets go of T-Bird, letting her roll away across the ring. Lance goes to the ropes facing the tron, and climbs on the second, shouting up the Ahriman. Lance: Come on Ahriman! Come down here and face me like a man! Ahriman grins a sick smile, looking down at Lance. Evers continues to shout the challenge to Ahriman, too busy to notice T-Bird climbing the turnbuckle facing the right of the stage, holding the Kendo Stick in hands. She suddenly launches herself towards Lance, and crashes the Barbed Wire end of the Kendo Stick right onto the head of Lance. Lance falls off the ropes, backwards, as T-Bird goes across the ring. Lance rolls on the floor holding his head in pain. As his hands come away, it reveals blood to be pouring from the top of his head. T-Bird slides out of the ring, and picks up the mirror. Ahriman watches on, amused. T-Bird slides the mirror into the ring. She then goes in herself, and suddenly sets up the table that's in the ring. She sets it up in the centre, and then stands between the table and Lance. She stands, prepared for Lance to rise, but does not notice Lance picking up the onion halfs as he begins to get to his feet. He turns around, and before she can grab him, he suddenly rubs both of the onion halfs into the eyes of T-Bird. She stumbles backwards and around the ring, as the juices from the onions sting her eyes. Lance quickly then grabs her head and lifts her up to hit a brainbuster. He stalls, holding her up in the air. He turns while holding her up, and looks up at Ahriman, before driving her head down into a DDT, right onto the trash can lid. Her head's driven straight into the steel lid from the Hanging Fate trademark move, and she clutches at her neck in pain. Lance gets back up, and grabs the blood soaked hair of T-Bird. He brings her to her feet, and places her across the table that T-Bird set-up. He then grabs the mirror before climbing the turnbuckle that faces the left of the stage. He gets to the top, looking out towards Ahriman. He grins sadistacally at Ahriman, holding the mirror close to his chest. The crowd are cheer Lance on madly, as he suddenly jumps from the turnbuckle in a corkscrew moonsault! He spins in air, and comes crashing down into T-Bird! The table cracks and breaks, as the mirror smashes onto T-Bird into a million pieces! KR: OH DEAR GOD! "IMPACT" CORKSCREW MOONSAULT ONTO T-BIRD, THROUGH A T-BIRD, WITH A MIRROR! DV: The effects of that might mean more than 7 years bad luck for both of these guys! CM: That's not right! Lance rolls on the floor, clutching his stomach in pain, which is cut from the shards of mirror. Ahriman's expression does not change, as Fuzz begins to count. [align=center]1.... 2.... 3.... 4.... 5... 6... 7... 8...[/align] Lance begins to get to his feet. [align=center]9....[/align] Lance gets to his feet just in time. With the blood running down his face, he looks up at Ahriman. [align=center]10!!!! DING DING DING[/align] CC: Here is your winner, and still TCC Champion, LANCE EVERS! KR: What a tremendous and violent match! DV: We hadn't seen anything of Lance in the way of Hardcore Wrestling, but I think he proved tonight why he's famous for this style. CM: Yeah, but what's the point of being champ, if Ahriman has your belt? KR: Forget that, we need someone to clear this ring and to scrape T-Bird of the canvas. Lance grabs his suitcase, and climbs out of the ring. He heads up the ramp, clutching his stomach. He looks up at the tron, but Ahriman has gone. He shakes his head, as he heads backstage, and Fuzz signals for some help to be brought backstage to help T-Bird. |
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DV: Now we're switching to the backstage area... Harley Manson is stood leaning against a wall as Tomoko Onamari walks up to the big man. Tomoko: Hey. Harley: Tomoko. Tomoko: Time for a chat? Harley stands off the wall and they begin walking down the corridor together. The masked Behemoth dwarfs the smaller Japanese assassin as they walk side by side. Tomoko: You've had some dealings with Matt Impact right? Harley: Some. My brother probably knows him better than anybody and he's told me a lot of things. Tomoko: I want revenge on him for hitting me in the back with a chair, I did not like that. Onamari stops to fasten her boot laces back up, Harley continues walking not realising she's stopped. Harley: I don't like him either. He's got a big mouth. [align=center]SMASH![/align] KR: Whoa! What was that?! DV: I thought he'd left! Out of nowhere Sean Madrox slams a chair into Tomoko's back! Harley turns around to see Tomoko collapsing to the floor and Madrox runs off! Harley crouches alongside Tomoko and turns her over, she points to go and get him. Harley goes in search of Madrox! Harley storms off in search of 'Mr. Phenomenal', he turns a corner... [align=center]SMASH![/align] Matt Impact was lying it wait with another steel chair! Madrox and Impact join together to beat down Harley with stomps, kicks and more steel chair shots! DV: This is a mugging backstage! Can we get some help there please?! Matt Impact holds Madrox's legs open as Impact slams a steel chair down across his chest! He drives an elbow down as Impact drops a knee into the groin! Blood is dropping onto the floor from a wound on the top of Harley's head as Impact and Madrox continue to lay waste to him! Finally a few officials and referees appear to run them off, Impact and Madrox gloating as they do about their actions. KR: What's so great about that?! Tomoko Onamari comes into shot, an arm around her back showing that she's in pain too as the cocky young men throw their chairs down onto the floor creating a clatter. A member of Slam! medical team tries to check on Harley but he pushes them away as we cut back to ringside. CM: That was brilliant! KR: Come on Chip, that was a blatant assault on Harley Manson by two brash men. CM: Brash but oh so talented! DV: Well let’s move into the next match up against Nightmare and Xtreme Kitten. KR: Yes, the next match up is scheduled for the Slam! International Championship. The crowd absolutely erupts as "The Great American Nightmare" begins to pound the speakers, the vicious blast of the guitars being accompanied by pulsing purple strobes all over the stage as the titantron now shows clips of a certain purple-clad wrestler's achievements here in FIW, making the fans all the more rabid to see their hero. Smoke has now filled the stage as well, and here comes the first verse.. [align=center]Dig deep down from planet x, yeah Thirteen ghosts in the devil’s head Step right up and feel the fire Hardcore love of the never dead[/align] A purple spotlight floods out onto the stage, where Orchid and Nightmare walk out from opposite directions and meet in the middle of the staging to a thunderous cheer, clasping hands before drawing close for a quick kiss. They then turn, walking together down the ramp as Night proceeds to tag hands with his fans. Charles Cruz: On his way to the ring, in the company of Orchid, he hails from Portland, Oregon and weighs 275 pounds...THIS! IS! NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTMAAAAAAARE! [align=center]Yeah, motherfucker Yeah, who do you love Yeah, motherfucker Who do you love, yeah[/align] 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 "The Great American Nightmare" fades away. KR: Here we have the former World Champion trying to make a name for himself by becoming the next International Champion CM: Nightmare truly thinks of himself as a legend here on Slam! how fucking funny is that. Charles Cruz: And the Champion weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds…He is XTREEMEE KIIITTEEEN!!! A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel begin hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten stomps 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. [align=center]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[/align] 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. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. [align=center]As of now I am a tool Of severe impact[/align] 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. [align=center]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[/align] Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, and Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. KR: Then we have Xtreme Kitten who is a very powerful wrestler in and out of the ring…Nightmare is going to have to work extra hard to get this guy down. DV: The Hardcore Pussy looks determined tonight. The referee signals for the bell like he does in every match and both men charge at one another and Nightmare quickly goes for a knee kick and takes Xtreme Kitten down making him more vulnerable to the much lighter and smaller opponent Nightmare. Nightmare then grabs Xtreme Kitten up and swings him into the ropes and on the rebound Nightmare goes for a clothesline, but the much larger Xtreme Kitten isn’t affected and grabs Nightmare’s arm and delivers a standing arm toss. KR: Xtreme Kitten isn’t going to let Nightmare’s speed get the best of him. CM: Well clearly you know who the victor is going to be. DV: Yeah the Hardcore Pussy, looks like this is mere child’s play so I wouldn’t be surprised to see him retain tonight. Xtreme Kitten waits for Nightmare to get up and Nightmare backs into the corner realizing that this match is going to be difficult for him hence having to wrestle a guy that is powerful. Xtreme Kitten charges towards the corner and tries for a clothesline and Nightmare ducks out of the corner and Xtreme Kitten crashes into the corner and Nightmare comes from behind with a schoolboy. [align=center]1![/align] [align=center]2![/align] [align=center]KICK OUT![/align] Xtreme Kitten kicks out of the pin fall before Nightmare can walk away with the win and he gets up to his feet quickly. Xtreme Kitten grabs Nightmare by the neck and lifts him up and throws him into the corner and begins to chop Nightmare wildly across the chest and the fans do the same bullshit all the time and respond with “Ooos” every time Xtreme Kitten hands touch Nightmare’s chest. Xtreme Kitten then takes and he swings Nightmare and Nightmare rebounds into the opposite corner and his head is driven into the turnbuckle from the force of Xtreme Kitten. KR: Xtreme Kitten is all about winning this match from the vigorous chops across Nightmare’s chest to his powerful whips. CM:[ He has whips? KR: You know what I mean…when he whips his opponents into the turnbuckle or into the ropes. Xtreme Kitten grabs Nightmare and once again he whips him this time towards the ropes. As Nightmare comes running off of the ropes, Xtreme Kitten bends over looking for a back body drop, but Nightmare sees this as he is running and kicks Xtreme Kitten in the face knocking him back holding his face. Nightmare then grabs Xtreme Kitten who is still holding his face Nightmare goes to him grabbing him and hitting with a hard knee to the face. Still holding onto Xtreme Kitten, Nightmare then wraps his right arms around Xtreme Kitten’s head and grabs his tights before lifting him high into the air as he stalls for a few moments he then drops Xtreme Kitten down to the mat with a stalling vertical suplex. KR: Nightmare is coming back and he did so with a perfectly executed stalling vertical suplex on Xtreme Kitten. CM: Do you know that you are very boring. DV: This match is going to be back and forth. Nightmare is first back to his feet and he quickly grabs Xtreme Kitten bringing him to his feet also, Nightmare kicks Xtreme Kitten in the stomach but Xtreme Kitten manages to grab a hold of Nightmare’s foot. Nightmare stuck on one foot quickly kicks his foot into the back of Xtreme Kitten’s head with an enziguri knocking him down and letting go of Nightmare’s other leg. Nightmare grabs Xtreme Kitten and pulls him to his feet and irish whips him into the nearby turnbuckle, Nightmare’s follows closely with hard clothesline. Nightmare then attempts to lift Xtreme Kitten onto the top turnbuckle and he manages; he then begins to climb them himself, Nightmare grabs Xtreme Kitten but Xtreme Kitten retaliates by striking Nightmare over the head a few times before pushing him off of the turnbuckle and crashing into the mat. He then hops down to the mat himself and heads over to Nightmare who is climbing back to his feet, but Xtreme Kitten who is already there stops him by wrapping his arm around Nightmare’s head and dropping him with a DDT. KR: Xtreme Kitten isn’t going to let Nightmare simply take over the match so easily and retaliated with a DDT. CM: I think that size difference is what’s going to determine the match. DV: So you are pretty much siding with Hardcore Pussy winning this match up? Nightmare is laid out by the DDT executed by Xtreme Kitten, although Xtreme Kitten takes a few seconds to catch his breath before going back to take on Nightmare. As he stands above Nightmare, he reaches down to grab Nightmare, but Nightmare grabs Xtreme Kitten’s arm and pulls him down to the mat. Nightmare locks Xtreme Kitten into an arm bar and Xtreme Kitten tries his best to break the hold, but to no avail. Nightmare keeps the hold on until Xtreme Kitten is able to inch his way to the lower rope and the referee orders the move to be broken. KR: Nightmare tried his best with that arm bar, but that doesn’t help him put Xtreme Kitten away like he would want to. CM: Xtreme Kitten was lucky that time around…did I say that this match is boring. DV: One too many times already. Nightmare is annoyed that he didn’t put Xtreme Kitten away with that, he stares reluctant and Xtreme Kitten attacks Nightmare from behind, clipping Nightmare’s leg from behind. Nightmare falls to his stomach in pain, but Xtreme Kitten grabs him by the legs turning him over. Putting his own leg in between Nightmare’s legs he sets Nightmare up for the sharpshooter dead center in the middle of the ring. Nightmare screams in pain as he reaches for the nearest ropes but they are just too far away. As Nightmare slowly pulls himself to the ropes, Xtreme Kitten lifts him up and pulls him back to the middle of the ring. KR: This match might just be over…Xtreme Kitten has put Nightmare in the sharpshooter! This match is going to be over sooner than we expected! Xtreme Kitten still holding the submission maneuver on Nightmare as Nightmare begins to reach for the ropes even more. Nightmare pulls himself and Xtreme Kitten over to the nearest ropes and he is just inches away from grabbing the bottom rope. Finally, after one last big stretch he grasps the bottom rope and the referee immediately tells Xtreme Kitten to break the hold. Xtreme Kitten refuses to let go and so the referee begins to count him for disqualification. [align=center]1![/align] [align=center]2![/align] [align=center]3![/align] [align=center]4![/align] [align=center] Xtreme Kitten breaks the maneuver after four.[/align] KR: Seems like Xtreme Kitten is going to pull out all of the stops in this match to declare that he is the winner…boy was that submission a close call for Nightmare. CM: Damn! was hoping it was over. Xtreme Kitten walks around the ring waiting for Nightmare to even attempt to get to his feet, but Nightmare is still writhing on the pain that he just endured at the hands of Xtreme Kitten. Xtreme Kitten walks over to the hurting Nightmare and lifts him up to his feet and Nightmare grabs Xtreme Kitten’s mask trying to use it to keep him up and Xtreme Kitten places him over his shoulder and he drives him down into the canvas with a huge spinebuster. Nightmare lies on the canvas without moving and Xtreme Kitten takes this as his chance to secure his retain. [align=center]1![/align] [align=center]2![/align] [align=center]KICK OUT![/align] KR: Nightmare must have a lot in him…I mean after taking that spinebuster by Xtreme Kitten…one word…ouch! DV: Nightmare is a little bugger that has a lot in him. Nightmare rolls over onto his stomach and grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up trying to get to his feet. Xtreme Kitten can’t believe that Nightmare kicked out, but he waits patiently for his opponent to get up. Nightmare finally makes it up to his feet and Xtreme Kitten charges towards him and Nightmare steps to the side and steers Xtreme Kitten shoulder first into the turnbuckle. KR: Nightmare is trying to make weak points on Xtreme Kitten. CM: Well he is going to have a helluva time trying to make Xtreme Kitten weak… Nightmare then climbs the corner turnbuckle to the second rope and he begins to lay the closed fists into Xtreme Kitten’s face. [align=center]1![/align] [align=center]2[/align] [align=center]3[/align] [align=center]4[/align] [align=center]5[/align] As Nightmare is about to lay the next fist Xtreme Kitten finally counters the hold and grabs Nightmare with both hands around the neck with a guillotine choke and he then slams him to the mat. Xtreme Kitten then touches his face making sure that he isn’t bleeding and goes back and grabs Nightmare by the hair lifting him up to his feet. Xtreme Kitten grabs Nightmare’s hand and irish whips him into the ropes and Nightmare rebounds off of the ropes and Nightmare comes back with a spear. KR: Nightmare is slowly coming back in this match and that spear help him put Xtreme Kitten out. CM: Nightmare is trying to find his way to give him an edge over Xtreme Kitten. Nightmare grabs Xtreme Kitten once again by the mask slamming him down to the mat on the back of his head using his body weight for leverage. Nightmare then climbs the turnbuckles to the very top before diving off with a…PLANCHA…but Xtreme Kitten lift’s his knees just in time letting Nightmare land rib first on his knees instead of Xtreme Kitten’s ribs. Nightmare bounces off of Xtreme Kitten holding his own ribs in pain, Xtreme Kitten also in just about the same amount of pain heads back to his feet by pulling himself up along the ropes. Once to his feet Xtreme Kitten heads over to the still downed Nightmare pulling him up by his hair. Xtreme Kitten then irish whips Nightmare into the ropes, Nightmare then bounces back toward Xtreme Kitten, Xtreme Kitten then catches him by the side and lands him hard down on the mat with a sidewalk slam. KR: Every time Nightmare is trying to get his shots in Xtreme Kitten quickly turns the table right back on him. DV: Yup…that sounds like something that Hardcore Pussy does. Xtreme Kitten gets up after the sidewalk slam and sees Nightmare lying on the canvas hurting and he begins to turn his head like a feline interested in what is happening. Xtreme Kitten grabs Nightmare by the hair once again and lifts him to his feet roughly. Xtreme Kitten kicks Nightmare in the gut making him double over and he places Nightmare’s head between his legs jumps into the air and he drives Nightmare’s head into the canvas with his renowned Kitten’s Meow. KR: I don’t think that Nightmare is going to be getting up after than move…it could be career threatening for him. CM: Well that can’t happen he is a superhero you know Xtreme Kitten goes and simply puts his foot on the chest of the Nightmare for the count and Nightmare pushes his foot off of his chest and Xtreme Kitten is amazed that after suffering such a move he is still able to retaliate. Nightmare grabs Xtreme Kitten using him to lift himself up to his feet and Xtreme Kitten simply watches him waiting for him to knock him back down again. Nightmare gets up and grabs Xtreme Kitten by the mask and tucks his head under his arm and pulls off a small package which was totally unexpected by Xtreme Kitten. [align=center]1![/align] [align=center]2![/align] [align=center]3![/align] [align=center] NO! KICK OUT![/align] KR: What a close call that!...after that piledriver and Nightmare pulled off with a small package nearly winning the match. DV: For a second there I thought, well I didn’t think at all. The referee stands up holding two fingers high in the air letting everyone know that it was only a two count. Nightmare gets up and stands from the pin pulling Xtreme Kitten with him, Nightmare hits Xtreme Kitten hard with a few right hand punches before grabbing his arm and setting him up for an irish whip as Nightmare whips Xtreme Kitten he stops and wraps Xtreme Kitten up in a sleeper hold. Nightmare keeps the sleeper hold locked in as Xtreme Kitten seems like he is about to just fall over. Nightmare drops Xtreme Kitten down to his knees as he locks the submission move in even harder, but Xtreme Kitten uses this to flip Nightmare over and as he does Nightmare charges towards the ropes and on the rebound Xtreme Kitten executes the CAT KICK! KR: HOLY SHIT!!! XK WITH THE CAT KICK!!!! Nightmare crumbles down to the canvas in slow motion as Xtreme Kitten drops down and he hooks the leg as the referee begins to count. [align=center]1![/align] [align=center]2![/align] [align=center]3![/align] CM: The big pussy was able to retain his International Championship! Charles Cruz: And the winner of the match via pinfall and STILL SLAM! INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! XTREME KITTEN! [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] 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. Like last week, it is obvious that “The Real One” Tim Church is standing near the center. Unlike last week, however, there is no doubt where he is, as a litany of planes can be seen behind him. “The Real One” seems to be well aware of the camera, as he appears to be staring intently into it. It appears he couldn’t care less about the large transportation behind him, as he is leaning against a car. Real One: So, this week, reports have come to me that you are in the famous City of Lights, Paris. Once again, I am obviously not. Reports have probably come to all of you by now that I am slightly… as my older family might say… “more than miffed” that you haven’t all made the trip to my base-camp in the US. However, again reading the American news, I see our President is cracking down hard on immigration laws, so now may not be the best of times. Once again, since we know where I’m not, the question becomes where I am. What I’m wearing doesn’t tell you anything this time, so look at my surroundings, & notice the planes behind me. I’m at Burke Lakefront Airport, steps from the famous Rock-&-Hall Of Fame in Cleveland, Ohio. Some of you may think I’m about to hop on a plane, head off to see you, & find out once & for all what the people of France call “French fries”. As usual, wrong! If I were about to fly, I’d head down to Kentucky, & watch a member of one of my favorite rock bands, Monkee Davy Jones, race a couple horses. But the fact is I’ve never flown, & today is not the day I’ll start. Part of the modus operandi is I like to be unpredictable. I am here, checking on preparations for the annual Grand Prix of Cleveland. It’s not scheduled for another 2 months almost, but there’s nothing wrong with being prepared. Speaking of being prepared, that explains both why I’m here, & why I’m not there. I am positive that my… protégé, for lack of a better term… Lance, is prepared for his match tonight against T-Bird. He didn’t need me to win it, so I doubt he needs me to defend it. Besides, I‘ve read what this power-punk new GM is doing, & I heard he’s making it a Last Man Standing match. That gives it to Lance like a buffet table at the Ponderosa where my family used to eat dinner, since he is the first, last, & only man in this match. But beyond me, albeit only in the physical sense, is this car. This is a T-Bird. This is a classic. This, since the Prix has not taken place yet, is not a Champion. Tanya, or whatever version of your name you care to go by, you have it all in common. You claim to be a T-Bird… Fine. You are not now, nor will you be next week, a Champion. As for being “classic”, only if, as I once heard, it’s just another word for “old”. Lance is not “old”. He is not an old man, & he is not an old Champion. Nor will he be an old Champion next week. But never mind that, on second thought. I’ll let whatever Lance decides to say or do this time speak for him. I’ll simply speak for me. Some would say that I am a chicken. I’ve said my piece every week from across waterways & roadways, & whether it’s been my aim or not, that keeps me safe from any opponents. But if you don’t learn your lesson this time, & you are not only standing but talking “trash” toward lance & myself after this match, I will be in your face…. Literally. I speak mainly of the imprint of my fist, which will be “rerun” in your stomach, & anywhere else I, the “producer”, see fit. This goes for anyone. This Is Reality!!” The TV clicking noise sounds again, & the screen shuts off. DV: Where is this guy? In America? Ain't he got the balls to come and join the Slam! roster? KR: I'm not sure that's what his point was... Interrupting our Slam! broadcast, the screen flickers to a live image of an expensive restaurant at a water's edge. Moonlight aluminates the decking as a well dressed gentleman is sat at a table only feet away from the lapping water. He is wearing the full works, black suit and tie job. As we get closer we can easily identify him as Leonard Locke, the newest member of the Slam! roster. He beckons the camera closer. Locke: Hello Slam! viewers. I speak to you today from Belize City. A city that is steeped in nostalgia, heritage and mythological wonders. A city I can appreciate but you uneducated people can't. The French crowd jeer, Mr. Locke has a small monitor positioned beside him with a wire attached to an earpiece giving him instant feedback of the crowd's rumblings. Locke: Don't boo me! I'm merely stating a fact. I have been educated at Harvard in the United States and Cambridge in the United Kingdom. It is a fact that compared to me, you people are considered uneducated to my level. In one word, I am success. Not a success but success itself. In my possession I have it all. I am everything you will ever dream of being and I have everything you will ever dream of having. DV: Well ain't this guy a ray of sunshine? CM: I quite like him already... Locke: Thank you Mr. Martin. Leonard taps his ear, showing that he's listening. Locke: Perhaps in future Mr. Venchenzo will keep his putrid opinions to himself while I am on the air. I know nothing of you, if I did I would probably make some witty comeback and you'd look rather stupid. As you may be able to depict, my accent is unfamiliar. This is because I am a man of international proportions. As I mentioned, I have spent time in the United States and the United Kingdom but my passport has taken my to many other wonderful countries around this globe. I have visited India, Russia, Australia, Canada, China and Japan. A waitor approaches the table and produces a bottle of wine with a sparkling clean glass to accompany it. Locke makes a space and directs the bottle to it, similar to how an aeroplane would be guided onto a runway. He then shoos away the waiter as Leonard once regain the spotlight for himself. Locke: I was born in Scottsdale in Arizona. However, I don't see myself as a native Arizonian. I see myself as an International property. A man of the globe. As a matter of fact, I am on the search for a country or place to call home. It could be Paris. I must say, it would be a wonderful idea. It would be a treasure to come back here as a representative of your lovely country. Locke's change of tune has brought him some cheers. A good sign. Locke: What a thrill it would be to have all my family and friends, that's you people in the audience tonight, there in attendance as I one day return to France as a saviour of this country. To possibly come back to France a Champion here in Full Intensity Wrestling. Every week while I am here on Slam!, I will go out and achieve something. Within a short time I will become a Champion and a lot of people will be shocked by that. CM: See? Sees a perfectly nice guy. KR: I think I'll reserve judgment. Locke: So I will come back here to represent this country, France and it will be a magnificent feeling. Because I mean let's face it, here in France you don't have many national treasures do you? You don't have any real sports heroes or people of historical importance so I'm really glad I can do that for you people. Leonard pours himself a class from the bottle of wine without spilling a drop on the clean white tablecloth, first making note of it's year and nodding to himself in approval. He picks up the class and takes a sip. He devours the flavours before replacing it on the table. Locke: I mean, who do you have? Thierry Henry? He's spent so much time in London that he's not really French anymore. Napoleon Bonaparte? Nobody remembers what he did. And that other fellow, the little one that was born there...Claude...Claude...Claude Monet? Worthless. But it doesn't matter. Because I will represent the people here in France, each and every one of those people with pride every single week in Full Intensity Wrestling. I will go out and I will tell the rest of the world exactly how to live their lives to conform with French protocols. Being a man of International proportions, that's what I can do for the people of this planet. CM: What did I tell you? He's helping people. Mr. Locke nods his head and smiles on receipt of Chip's words. Locke: But let me make something very clear. The thing that I won't do is tell the people the things we shouldn't talk about here. Such as most of the people here in France smell of garlic. They use it everywhere. As deodorant and as sitting room ornamants. If there's one way to ruin a perfectly good meal, it's throw a ton of garlic into it and I have to say, you French have perfected this technique. Those annoying onion sellers on bicycles. What do they do? Nothing I can see. And finally I just heard yesterday that the French government has raised its terror alert level from 'Run' to 'Hide'. The only two higher levels in this country being 'Surrender' and 'Collaborate'. The live crowd boo, nobody likes their home country being insulted like this by somebody who acts so superior. Leonard reacts to the crowd's jeers by stroking one of his elegantly trimmed sideburns. Locke: Not to mention the economy, I am living my life well obviously, they will be scratting around for children’s birthdays to get presents for the children. it's pretty sad. I won't go to other countries and tell them that. I will represent this country with pride. That is my goal and that is exactly what I'm going to do. But wait...perhaps not. France does not deserve the allegiance of this aristocrat. Because let's face it, you're a bunch of underachievers and I've actually achieved something in my life. But France, keep an eye out for when Leonard Locke first competes in a Slam! ring. You'll see what you are missing out on. The screen flickers back to regularly scheduled programming, which in this case is the Parc des Princes live crowd. |
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KR: The Slam! Championship Challenge is almost coming to a close, but we have our final match of the night, and probably the most important of all the title matches that have taken place here in Paris, France. DV: You’ve seen the Tactical Chaos Championship match, you’ve seen the Slam! International Championship match, and now it is time for an Anarchy in the UK rematch, minus Matt Impact, for the FIW World Championship! CM: Two fan favorites will be entering the ring, one the former, and the longest ever reigning FIW World Champion, and the other, the current reigning FIW World Champion, and the only Grand Slam Champion ever! 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] 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. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah[/align] Manson then heads down the ramp as the lyrics to the song begin to play. He slaps his hand out at nearby fans as they lean over the guard railing trying to score a touch of the former GM. [align=center]Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant I kneel Will you give in to me? It seems what's left of my human side Is slowly changing in me Will you give in to me?[/align] Manson slides into the ring and staggers around the ring flipping everyone in sight off as he makes his way around all the ropes. Jack then raises his arms in the center of the ring and belts out loud growling scream. [align=center]Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes Oh no there is no turning back now You've woken up the demon….. IN ME!!!!!![/align] Explosions burst from all corners of the ring in a domino effect starting from the announce booth side and then cascading up the ramp and from left to right on the stage. As the smoke clears the crowd chant loudly as Manson prepares for the match. Jack Manson has a look of redemption in his eyes, he eyes the entrance way, fans still on their feet cheering, as senior official Tommy Owens assures that Jack Manson will stay in his current corner. 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. He grins, and spins in a circle, holding his arms aloft. [align=center]I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping meeeeeeeeee![/align] Hutch struts down the 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 match. Jack Manson and Hutch stand in separate corners, Hutch with the FIW World Championship, Jack with a fiery look on his eyes that the FIW World Championship is once again in his reach. Tommy Owens stands in between them, as we listen up to ringside, fans still cheering, as we are taken to ring announcer, Charles Cruz. Charles Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, this following match is the featured main event of the evening, and is scheduled for one fall, for the Full Intensity Wrestling World Championship! The crowd claps as Cruz continues. Charles Cruz: Introducing first, the challenger standing to my right, he is the former General Manager of Slam!, a two time FIW World Champion, and the longest reigning FIW World Champion. From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds. JACK MANSON!!! The crowd cheers and claps, as Jack raises his arms in the air. Charles Cruz: And, standing to my left, he is the only person to ever achieve the prestigious goal of Grand Slam Champion, and is a three time FIW World Champion. From Newcastle England, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds, he is YOUR reigning Full Intensity Wrestling Champion of the World. HUTCH!!! The crowd cheers and claps continue as referee Tommy Owens comes over to Hutch, taking his FIW World Championship, as Charles Cruz exits the ring. Tommy brings the belt over to Jack Manson who takes a second before placing a hand on the gold plate, which makes Tommy Owens go to the center of the ring to place the belt high in the high for all to see and enjoy. He then gives the belt to a ring official, and signals for the bell which is sounded off, as Hutch and Jack get some finally stretches in as the move slowly away from their corners. Just then, before Hutch and Manson can even get things started, the arena lights suddenly cut out and fade back in but in shades of white and light blue. O Fortuna starts to rumble through the arena until it finally culminates… and BAM! Pyros burst top and bottom on the stage while Queen rocks the house with Princes of the Universe. Prime, clad in work out attire, walks out to a round of booing from the capacity French crowd. He pays them no mind and stares right at a rather confused looking Hutch while making his way toward the ring. Just when it looks like Prime is going to roll into the ring, he takes a sharp turn and makes his way toward commentary. Prime then seats himself, adjusts a headset over his ears, and settles in for the match. KR: Well it looks as though joining us here is none other than the number one contender himself, Prime. CM: Simply a treat, boys… a real honor to have such tremendous talent sitting here with us tonight! Prime: You sound stunned, Royle. Didn’t I say I was going to be here tonight to watch Hutch and Manson go at it for the FIW title? KR: The bell has been rung, and this match is underway. The two competitors meet in the center, exchanging some words with each other, as Hutch nods before placing both of his hands out, opening his fingers, signaling for a hand-to-hand looking tie-up. Jack Manson slowly brings his arms out too, as Hutch and Jack interlock fingers, tying their hands together. Instantly, Hutch begins to take the advantage catching Jack off guard, pushing him into the ropes behind him, but Jack turns the advantage around quickly, rolling into the corner, and before you know it Hutch takes the advantage at another set of ropes, but not long enough until Jack rolls into another corner, which leads the both of them to the ropes in Hutch’s favor, another corner in Jack’s favor, another set of ropes, and then another corner, before Hutch taking the advantage back against the ropes, as both men took a complete trip around the ring ending up where they started, as Hutch sees the tie-up is going no where, and releases his fingers, backing away to the center of the ring, slowly followed by Jack Manson. CM: Neither man got the clear advantage in that one, and that tie-up was mistaken for a wrestling hold, more like a couple of kids playing around in a ring. DV: Oh, don’t get start Chip, the last thing these Slam! fans at home want to hear is you annoying the living hell out of everyone the whole match like you’ve been all night with other matches. Prime: Well let me tell you both something… if it were me in that ring against either of these two clowns, something as simple as that Greco-Roman tie-up would be simply the most painful and aggressive experience these men would ever dare to endure. In the center of the ring, Hutch puts his arms out again, wanting another tie-up, Jack begins to bring his arms out, but is caught off guard for the Hutch Knife Edge Chop, sending Jack back a step or two. Hutch tries to take advantage of this, stepping forward with a forearm smash to the side of Jack’s head, and then another to the opposite side, sending Jack’s back into the ropes. Hutch looks for another chop, but comes up empty, as Jack rolls off the ropes, coming up behind Hutch in a Waist Lock, looking for some sort of suplex, which never holds up, as Hutch slides his body down to the canvas, still in the Waist Lock, and slips under the legs of Jack Manson out of his grip, to then quickly step up behind him, and slap on his own Waist Lock. Hutch tries to pick Jack up for a Back Suplex, but Jack pulls forward, and grabs the ropes in front of him. Hutch then applies some pressure in the Waist Lock, moving his head in close, to apply a pressure point with his chin, to Jack’s shoulder/neck area, Tommy Owens sees this against the ropes, and tells Hutch to release his hold. Hutch refuses, so Tommy begins to count up to five, and at four, Hutch releases the Waist Lock and pressure point on Jack Manson, turning to referee Tommy Owens with a smirk shouting out, “I have ‘till five!”. KR: He has ‘till five, says Hutch, and he is correct, though that’s not the method he should take, the World Champ showing his cockiness and all around easy going ness with that wise crack. Prime: Be that as it may, Royle, as soon as I get my hands on this runt, Hutch, easy going is gonna fly right out the window. Jack quickly regains composure and comes back at Hutch as he is turning around from Owens. Jack shoves Hutch back with both of his hands, and then steps up with a knee to Hutch’s ribs, sending Hutch doubling backwards into the ropes. Jack comes forward, jumping on top of Hutch looking quite pissed, unleashing punches to his defenseless opponent. Tommy Owens begins to count up to five on Jack Manson now since Hutch is practically in the ropes, and Jack backs off at four, mocking Hutch with an “I have ‘till five!” shout out of his own. The crowd are excited in the ring, as Hutch sees that he is being mocked by Jack Manson who is turned away from him and still laughing a bit from the mockery. Hutch jumps to his feet, and then jumps up on the back of Jack Manson, grapevining his legs around his waist, and placing his arms around the neck, trying to wear down Jack Manson. Jack uses his power, height, and weight advantage to hold up Hutch on his feet, as he appears right now to be giving the World Champion a “piggy back ride”. Jack tries to get Hutch off of him, by charging into the nearby corner, and turning around at the last second to give Hutch a full force contact with the turnbuckles, but it doesn’t work. Jack then tries to flip Hutch over himself, by bending over, and pull Hutch over his head, and it appears to be working, and it does, but Hutch flips over Jack’s back, and at the same time Jack does so and tries to get up to have an advantage from the back of Hutch, he is locked in by Hutch’s one arm, and he’s looking for the Slice of Fried Gold, but Jack has just enough time to push him off, and away. CM: Hutch was on the back of Jack Manson, trying to choke him out, and just as Jack got him off, we thought we’d see a Slice of Fried Gold, but no dice as Jack pushed out of it in time. DV: That could’ve been an early victory for Hutch, and he could’ve retained right then and there, Jack has got to be a little more cautious cause that is one type of move that can come from any angle. Prime: Talk, talk, talk… that Slice of Fried Gold is nothing in comparison to my Authrotity Bomb. Hutch can try and put me down with that weak maneuver all he likes. The fact of the matter, boys, is there’s no way in Hell Hutch could even hope to power the likes of me down! It just wont ever happen! Jack and Hutch have a stare down again after those series of moves are over, as both men regain a bit of energy as the fans cheer for the effort being put out in the ring. After a few more seconds, Hutch and Manson take a quick step into each other, and lock-up in a collar-elbow grapple. Jack instantly tries to gain the footing advantage, powering Hutch into the corner behind him, and he does so, but Hutch doesn’t give up his position too easily and holds his own in the corner as referee Tommy Owens sees the lock-up going no where, and begins to force Jack Manson off of Hutch with a five count, which of course, Jack backs away at four. Jack is slow to back away, as he places his arm in the air to show the referee and Hutch he is backing away cleanly. And as he does so, Hutch steps up locking in an identical lock-up, this time, Hutch gets the footing advantage, backing Manson all the way to the corner that was behind him. Hutch tries to get the advantage with a forearm, as he releases one arm, but as he does so, Jack comes back turning the lock-up around in a 180 degree turn, now placing Hutch’s back into the corner, but then quickly comes another 180 degree turn, landing Manson right back into the corner with Hutch holding onto the lock-up this time. Once again, referee Tommy Owens sees this going no where, and begins to count to five, and Hutch smirks as he backs off again at four, showing he is too backing up cleanly, as he backs towards the center of the ring. KR: Neither man has found the advantage thus far in this match, and we’ve seen many grapples, tie-ups, and holds, and all have been counter-acted or reversed. DV: This is a great wrestling match indeed, but all it will take is one slip up, and we can see the big and possibly risky moves come out of these men. Prime: This is all junk! If I were in there, we’d be finished by now! Hutch grins cockily at Jack Manson, practically taunting him to come for him, as Jack does so, but not noticing the trap, and the trap is a Drop Toe Hold waiting for Jack, and as he hits the canvas, Hutch holds onto the leg, and applies a grounded Leg Lock to the longest reigning FIW World Champion. Jack quickly feels the pain shoot up his leg, and begins to use his arms to try and find a means for an escape, and soon enough manages to roll himself over and use his other leg to slide out of the Leg Lock, as Jack makes his way to the ropes to get up, but is caught from behind by Hutch who pulls Jack by the same leg away from the ropes, and back to the center of the ring. Hutch then slides down to the canvas, and quickly applies a basic Crossface on Jack, yanking his head back. Jack begins to cough up a bit in pain, and to make things worse, Hutch begins to sit on the back of the former champ, using only his left hand to pull back on his head, and uses the free right hand, to begin unleashing forearms to the openly exposed neck of his opponent. CM: Hutch appears to finally have some sort of advantage as he now is yanking back on Jack’s head, and throwing some wicked arm shots to Manson’s neck. Prime: If Hutch thinks he’s impressing me with all this ruthless aggression, he’s got another thing coming! He needs to realize that I take ruthless aggression to the extreme everytime I set foot in that ring… and I’m sure he’ll learn that well the very minute I take to that ring and humble his ass! Hutch gets a bit cocky, teasing the fans, as he purposely stops hitting Manson, and then continues, almost in a pattern as the fans cheer him on, until suddenly, Jack begins to gain some energy and from no where, makes it to his feet, with Hutch placed where he was seated, on top of Jack’s shoulder in Electric Chair Drop position. Jack quickly runs towards the nearby ropes, and practically slingshots Hutch off of his shoulders and off of his neck/head, sending him to the ramp, hitting the steel ramp hard, and rolling up it a bit. Jack falls down to one knee, holding his neck and head in a bit of pain as he regains energy, looking at the motionless Hutch. Jack goes over to the ropes, and slides out of the ring, going over to Hutch. Jack takes Hutch up to his feet by his hair, and he then Irish Whips him into the steel barricade right next to the ramp. Hutch falls back down to the ground, as Jack then comes back over, and pulls Hutch up, charging him into the ring apron shoulder first. KR: Ouch, shoulder first into the ring apron, that has to hurt. DV: It isn’t looking good right now for Hutch, he got cocky, and that came back to bite him in the ass. Prime: This is nothing compared to the fate he’ll suffer first here tonight, and later at Summer of Sin by my hands. Jack then slides the motionless Hutch back into the ring as the fans cheer now for Jack, as Jack gets a bit cocky himself, signaling it is over, nice and early in this match, he backs into the ring, his back turned to Hutch, as he looks at Tommy Owens and tells him to get ready for the pin. After a few seconds, when Jack finally turns around, he notices Hutch has rolled out of the ring. Jack smirks knowing where he had to go, and when he goes over to the ropes where he had to slide out of the ring under looking for him, he finds no Hutch. Jack quickly gives a good search around the ringside, finding no Hutch. Jack then exits the ring as he looks in the crowd, and as he does so, from under the ring apron appears Hutch, right behind Jack Manson. Instead of attacking, Hutch stalks Jack as he walks around the ringside looking for the man behind him. Hutch mimics and mocks Jack Manson, practically pretending to be Jack Manson, and Jack begins to get suspicious as he hears the crowd cheering and laughing for no reason, and as Jack turns around, Hutch quickly slides back under the ring apron. Jack has no idea what is going on and shrugs, going back into the ring really confused. CM: He’s behind you dumb ass! Jack looks over to the entrance way, now thinking he went up there, and suddenly, out of the ring apron directly behind Jack Manson, near the announcer’s table, comes Hutch, sliding into the ring, and catching Jack off guard with a quick School Boy pin attempt, as Hutch grabs a handful of tights to try and retain his belt. [align=center]ONE… TWO… NO! DESPITE THE TIGHTS, JACK MANSON GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT TWO![/align] DV: Close one, but no cigar, as despite Hutch holding the tights, Jack got out at two. KR: Hutch is going to need to do more than his trickery and jokes to win this match. Prime: See now this all just proves my point! What the hell kind of champion would need to pull such low brow, underhanded tactics like that?! If Hutch were every bit the champ he says he is, he wouldn’t need crap like that to win a match! Hutch backs away after the School Boy into a nearby corner, as Jack Manson gets up angry as hell and looking to go directly after his opponent holding the title he is looking to win. Jack comes out of no where, charging into Hutch, tackling Hutch down to the mat and unleashing punches in the huge Lou Thesz Press. Hutch seems defenseless as Tommy Owens has to force Jack Manson off after a four count to break up the punches. Jack gets off Hutch, but not without a fight, as he continually tries to go back after Hutch who gets up and mocks him as Tommy Owens splits the two apart. Jack settles down as Hutch moves in towards the center of the ring, slowly followed by Jack Manson. Jack brings his arms out signaling he wants an elbow-collar lock-up, and Hutch follows him. Both men tie-up again, and it, as usual, becomes an instant power war, and Jack Manson starts it taking Hutch full force into the ropes behind him. But this time, he waste no time allowing for break-ups and whatnot, and he releases his arms, shoving Hutch into the ropes, and forcing him to bounce off them and run into the opposite ropes. On the bounce back, Jack looks for a Clothesline, but Hutch ducks under his arm, coming up from behind, grabbing that same arm, and applying a Wristlock. Manson tries to elbow his way out of the Wrist Lock, and Hutch ducks under and comes in, bring Jack’s wrist with him, and chaining the Wristlock into the Hammerlock. KR: Jack Manson wanted to go power, and Hutch came back with a bit of technical. CM: Both these men are evenly matched, but it’ll be the first person to slip-up to lose this match. Jack attempts to counter out of the Hammerlock with a backwards kick to Hutch’s shin, but Hutch adjusts, kicking back at his opponent’s leg, taking him down to his knees, and then the ground with the Hammerlock still locked in. Jack goes to roll out of the lock, and Hutch adjusts into a grounded Waist Lock, now holding the lock in as hard as he can to try and wear down his opponent. Jack eventually manages to grab the bottom rope in front of him, and Hutch is forced to let the Waist Lock go, and he does so after a referee two count. Hutch backs away with his arms in the air showing he is giving Jack space, and that backfires, as Jack gets up quickly from the canvas, and hits a huge charging kick to Hutch’s knee. He then capitalizes, rolling through with Hutch’s leg, pulling back for the Rolling One Legged Crab. Hutch begins to scream in pain as he crawls towards the nearby ropes, practically diving out for the ropes, and he eventually does make it, grabbing the rope, and just lying on them as Jack continues the crab, and Tommy Owens begins to count, and he finally releases the submission after four counts to mixed reactions from the crowd as he flexes his muscles at Hutch. DV: Both Hutch and Jack Manson are exchanging taunts and gestures as they go back and forth with maneuvers. Prime: Yea, and wasting my time! If these guys were smart they’d spare us all of this showy crap and give up the goods! And just so you all know, it’s going to be mistakes like this that’ll finally cost Hutch his title in the end. Be it now or at Sin, this jackass has got a wrestling lesson coming his way! Jack picks Hutch up from the canvas, and Irish Whips him into the nearby ropes, and on the bounce back, Jack connects with a huge Clothesline taking Hutch down to the canvas again. Jack the slides down to the ring canvas right next to his opponent, and locks in a Jujigatame (grapevines his legs around Hutch’s arm, and pulls pressure on the arm with his own arms). Hutch feels and looks hopeless as he only has one free arm (his left arm), and he is reaching for the ropes with all his might. Hutch is slowly making his way to the ropes, and Jack tries with all of his power to keep Hutch grounded, but it is no use as a few seconds later, Hutch grabs the ropes, and Jack is forced, after the Tommy Owens four count, to let Hutch’s arm go. He gets a bit angered, and he kicks Hutch in the ribs as hard as he can, knocking him to the outside of the ring, as Jack then gets a mouthful from Tommy Owens. On the outside of the ring, Hutch huffs and puffs to regain some energy as the crowd behind the guardrail near Hutch begin to slam the guardrail to cheer and chant for their FIW World Champion. Jack sees Hutch slowly using the guardrail as leverage to get back up to his feet, and he slides to the outside, and when he does that, he Dropkicks Hutch right into the guardrail, sending him back down to the ground. He then taunts Hutch a bit to get back up, as he receives a John Cena mixed reaction, but don’t worry, he’s neutral, not a face, he’s supposed to get some boos once in a while. Jack then slides Hutch back into the ring, and he soon follows after him. CM: Looks like a few moves in Jack Manson’s favor has Hutch slowly fading out of this match. KR: Anything can happen Chip, but this doesn’t look good at this current point for Hutch. Prime: Yea? Wait’ll he gets a load of me! Jack brings Hutch to his feet, and then locks in a Front Facelock, and begins to look for a Suplex variation. Jack places Hutch’s arm over his shoulder, and lifts him up, quickly coming back down driving Hutch face first into the canvas for the Gourdbuster. Jack then brings Hutch up to his groggy feet, and forces Hutch to lean forward facing downwards to the mat. Jack then butterflies Hutch’s arm, and he then connects his own arms through Hutch’s in an axe-handle position. Jack then flips Hutch upside-down, and then flips him over and behind him for the Butterfly Suplex. Jack then leans over to the side of Hutch, placing his chest over Hutch’s, and pushing down his shoulders for the pin attempt, that Tommy Owens sees quickly, and gets down to the canvas by his side. [align=center]ONE… TWO… THR… NO! HUTCH GETS A SHOULDER UP AT TWO AND A HALF![/align] DV: Close one, Hutch barely gets his shoulder up after those two vicious Suplexes by Jack Manson. KR: Hutch still has life in him, and as long as there is a single breath in his body, I doubt he will give up, especially with his FIW World Championship on the line. Prime: Well if that’s the case then I guess when it comes time for Sin I’ll just have to make sure that Hutch simply isn’t breathing anymore! Jack wants Hutch to stay down, and he quickly gets up, and begins stomping away at the body of his opponent. Uncontrollably unleashing stomp after stomp until Tommy Owens tries to stop Jack Manson, but Jack drops down to the canvas on top of Hutch continuing the assault with elbows, forearms, chops, and punches, all stiff as the next, and the crowd go insane in mixed reactions as Hutch appears hopeless. Jack then takes his two hands, and presses Hutch’s shoulder down to the mat with them, still on top of his body the same way as if attacking him, but it is a pin no less, and Tommy sees this and gets down to the canvas for the count. KR: Another pin attempt? CM: This one may be the three count! [align=center]ONE… TWO… THREE… NO! HUTCH DESPITE PRESSURE TO HIS SHOULDERS, GETS OUT AT 2.999!!![/align] DV: Another kick out by Hutch! Prime: Luck… pure luck! I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Hutch has gotta have a horse shoe or something jammed up his ass, because he is the luckiest son of a bitch on Slam! Jack Manson cannot believe it and he looks to Tommy Owens, and backs him into a corner, arguing with him, tell him it was a three count, but Tommy assures Jack that it was only a two and just barely missed being a three. Jack shakes his head in disgust as he goes back over to Hutch, who is crawling up the ropes trying to get back to his feet, Jack just laughs as he goes over to him, grabs him from behind and… NO, Hutch hits a reverse elbow out of no where and the crowd go nuts, but as Hutch turns around to go on the offense, he shows his grogginess, and Jack quickly takes advantage of that taking him back down to the canvas with a huge Shoulder Block. Jack then comes down to the canvas on top of Hutch with a vicious Knee Drop, and then he stands down there, digging his knee into the chest of his opponent. Jack is quickly pulled off by Tommy Owens, who receives a dirty look from the longest reigning World Champion, who goes back after Hutch, pulling him up to his feet by his hair. He then takes Hutch’s head, and charges it into the top turnbuckle. Hutch falls back down to the canvas on his butt, and Jack sends him down with a charging Knee Strike. Jack then grabs Hutch back up to his feet, and throws him shoulder first into the ring post between the first and second turnbuckles. Jack then slaps the top turnbuckle, and signals something big will be happening, as he lifts up Hutch, and prepares him in a seated position on the top turnbuckle. KR: Oh no! CM: Looks like something big is going to be happening here folks, and as this happens, remember you can only see this action here on Slam!. DV: Jack is notorious for taking big risks, in big matches, seems like this qualifies, and it looks like something will be going down that can change the tempo of this match! Prime: Don’t kid yourselves, boys. It’s like I’ve already said… I redefine ruthless aggression with every match I compete in. There isn’t a member on this roster who can come close to pulling off what I can do! Jack finishes setting up Hutch, and he gives him one mocking taunt, as he steps up on the middle turnbuckle, and then the top turnbuckle himself. Jack is looking for a Superplex, and he prepares for it as the fans jump onto their feet preparing for the move, as suddenly, Hutch begins to blindly fight back, with forearm shots, sending Jack back to the middle turnbuckle and then the canvas as the crowd boo a little as the fight may be going back to the ring, but out of no where, Jack jumps back up to the top turnbuckle, and at the same time, Hutch stands up from where he was seated, quickly, shifting his body around, grabbing Jack’s neck with his right arm, and turning Jack back towards the inside of the ring, jumping down off the TOP ROPE WITH… A SLICE OF FRIED GOLD! KR: OH MY GAWD!!! CM: Holy shit, Super Slice of Fried Gold!!! DV: He just hit A Slice of Fried Gold off the top rope! Prime: … *Sitting and looking stunned* [align=center]HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!![/align] Tommy Owens cannot believe it either, as the crowd goes insane, but Hutch cannot seem to capitalize it, as both men are completely knocked out in the ring, almost practically next to each other, but motionless. Tommy Owens has to count for the double knock out, as fans are still cheering for the possibilities of what may happen next. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4… 5…[/align] Both men are still motionless as Tommy Owens continues the count, the fans are still on there feet, but why wouldn’t they be this is an F-I-Dub’ya crowd ain’t it!? [align=center]6… 7… 8… 9…[/align] At nine, Hutch manages to move over to Jack’s motionless body and get an arm over his chest, Tommy Owens sees this and stops the count, now going for the three count pin victory for Hutch. [align=center]ONE… TWO… THREE… YES IT’S OVER!!! NO!!! JACK MANSON GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPES AT 2.99999!!![/align] KR: Oh my gawd, Jack Manson just barely got a rope break in time. CM: This is insane, this is amazing, this is… [align=center]THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!![/align] DV: The fans love it! Prime: I’ll give ‘em their due… this is alright. Hutch cannot believe his eyes as he gets back up to his knees, running his hands through his hair wondering how Jack got the ropes in time. Hutch gets up to his feet, and slowly brings Jack back up to his feet, as he Irish Whips his groggy opponent into the ropes, and on the bounce backs, greets him with a Drop Toe Hold, chaining it into a Stepover Toehold Facelock. KR: Hutch wastes no time to hit a Drop Toe Hold and then goes straight into the STF, attempting to make the former champion submit in the middle of the ring, in front of a sold out crowd here in Paris. Jack lets out screams of pain as he grabs blindly for any rope he may be near, but he is in the center of the ring, and seems practically hopeless. Hutch cringes his teeth, applying as much pressure as possibly to his opponent to try and make him tap. Jack does not want to tap, and eventually, Hutch lets the STF go, and decides to try other things to defeat Jack. Hutch picks up Jack from the canvas, and he then backs away and charges back at him, applying a Spinning Half Nelson, and then looking for a Reverse DDT, but Jack tries to push out of the grip of his opponent, and does so, escaping to the outside of the ring. He regains some energy before getting back to his feet, where he and Hutch have a stare off, Hutch taunting him to come back into the ring. Jack goes as if getting back in the ring, but sees Hutch ready to attack him so he backs off. Jack then tries to trick Hutch by faking to go into the ring, hoping for him to try and possibly Dropkick or Baseball Slide and come up empty, but Hutch laughs at Jack showing he cannot be fooled. Jack then quickly charges into the ring, and instantly is on the receiving end of stomps, but one Knee Drop is all it took to come up empty, that Jack fought back with punches and elbows, and manages to get up to his feet. Jack then charges at Hutch, but he is ready with an Arm Drag. Jack is quick back to his feet, but is quick to receive another Arm Drag, this time, Hutch holds down on the canvas for the Armbar, applying pressure to Jack Manson’s arm. DV: We are back to some back-and-forth action, but seems like Hutch has the advantage now. Jack tries to fight out, but Hutch decides to relief the pressure, and then quickly, jumps off the nearby ropes, and looks for a Dropkick, but Jack rolls away from it, causing Hutch to drop down to his ass on the canvas hard. Jack then comes over to him quickly, placing his head between Hutch’s legs, pulling him up onto his shoulders, and then, comes running in to the center of the ring, connecting with a Sitout Powerbomb, slamming Hutch onto his back hard against the canvas. Jack then hooks the legs as he lands for the pin, as Tommy Owens goes for the count. [align=center]ONE… TWO… THREE… NEW CHAMPION…? NO!!! HUTCH KICKS OUT AT 2.9999!!![/align] KR: Holy crap, this match still goes on, even after a huge Sitout Powerbomb, Hutch still manages to kick out! Prime: It’s just a powerbomb… nothing like my Authority Bomb. Nothing like it at all! Jack cannot believe it as he gets angry coming back to his feet, bringing Hutch with him again, this time he grabs Hutch from behind around his waist, turn him upside down looking for some sort of Piledriver variation. Jack then jumps up, and sits down hitting a Spike Piledriver, smashing Hutch head first into the canvas of the ring, as Jack feels it is definitely over now as he covers up the shoulders, ready for the cover as Tommy Owens gets down for the count. [align=center]ONE… TWO… THREE… YES!!! NEW CHAMPION!!! NO!!! SOME HOW, SOME WAY, HUTCH SHOULDERS OUT SECONDS BEFORE THREE!!![/align] CM: HOLY FUCKIN’ SHIT! DV: Again, Hutch manages to just barely get out of the three count! Prime: Again, pure… dumb… luck. Jack cannot believe it, he is literally in shock, he doesn’t know whether to blame Hutch or Tommy Owen or even himself. He slowly gets back up, and shoves Tommy Owens in the corner screaming and yelling at him to make the right calls once in a while. Tommy Owens doesn’t like it and shoves Jack back, Jack then quickly shoves Tommy back pretty hard, banging him against the turnbuckles, dazing him a bit, as he goes back to the center of the ring and sees Hutch. Hutch is still knocked out, so Jack prepares to end it once and for all with the move known as Pain, the Muscle Buster! Jack lifts Hutch up onto his shoulders, squeezing him tightly inwards to his body, as… [align=center]SMACK!!![/align] KR: What in the hell…!? DV: God dammit it’s… CM: It’s the King of Slam!, Matt Impact, he just hit Jack over the head with a chair! KR: Where did he come from!? CM: The crowd! Prime: I'm not gonna lie, that’s the first bit of entertainment I’ve seen here all night! The crowd boos as Matt exits the ring with the chair as Jack drops to the floor, and Hutch sees this, taking advantage of this with his finisher, the One Arm Diamond Cutter known as A Slice of Fried Gold. Hutch then covers up Jack, as Tommy Owens is coming to his senses with help from Matt Impact, as he then hides to avoid DQ. Tommy then begins to count. KR: No way! DV: Jack would’ve been the new champion, Hutch is going to retain, because Matt Impact has to screw over the main event for the second week in a row! [align=center]ONE… TWO… THREE… YES!!! *DING, DING, DING*[/align] Tommy Owens counts to three as a mixed reaction comes from the crowd. Charles Cruz: HERE IS YOUR WINNNER, AND STILL… Charles is interrupted, as referee Joe Johnson charges down to the ringside to inform Cruz and Tommy Owens of what happened and they point out Matt Impact who is whistling innocently at ringside. Tommy then tells something to Cruz. Charles Cruz: DUE TO THE INTERFERENCE AT RINGSIDE, YOUR WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION, JACK MANSON!!! BUT, STILL FIW WORLD CHAMPION, HUTCH!!! Impact smiles as Jack did not win the title, as he comes back into the ring, beating down on Jack Manson, as he is then joined from the entrance way by Mr. Phenomenal, Sean Madrox, who contributes to the beat down on Jack Manson. KR: God dammit, we saw these two work together to beat down Harley Manson earlier, now one costs Jack the FIW World Championship, and the other joins in a beat down, do they have a vendetta against the Manson Brothers or what, because these two definitely aren’t the best of friends, may even still be considered bitter enemies. Suddenly, Tomoko Onamari comes out from the entrance way to help even the odds, as she pulls Sean Madrox off of Jack Manson, and then kicks Matt Impact right into the face as an all-out brawl begins to take place, as they go to the outside, leaving Hutch alone in the ring to regain some energy after the big match. KR: Credit where credit’s due, that was one hellacious championship match if ever I saw one, and even you, Prime, can’t say anything to the contrary! DV: You gotta agree, and as much of a fan I am of Jack Manson, my hat’s off to Hutch for walking out of Paris still the FIW champion! Prime: Who said anything about Hutch walking out of Paris at all! The muffled sound of Prime ripping his headset off and slamming it on the announce table rumbles over commentary before he slips into the ring quite suddenly. Hutch, who still clings to his FIW title belt is sitting on the mat and looking a little worse for wear. He has yet to notice Prime who slinks into a readied position to strike behind the champion. Hutch finally staggers to his feet and stumbles about a moment. KR: For Gods sake, the man just went through hell and back, and now this devil, Prime is going to take advantage of it! CM: What did he say in his post Slam interview last week? Were you not paying attention?! Prime is making good on what he said… he’s going to pick Hutch’s bones! DV: Yea but he also said he exemplified championship qualities, and I gotta be honest boys... this doesn't look like something a champ would do! Still coiled and ready, Prime waits for Hutch to eventually stagger around. While waiting anxiously, Prime slowly raises his forearm to ready for the unleashing. CM: Hey Hutch!... Hutch finally staggers around and catches a momentary glimpse of Prime before the big man lunges into Hutch and takes him down with a skull-caving shot to the head with his measured forearm. CM: Kiss this! DV: This just ins't right, Royal... this just isn't right at all! KR: You're damn right it aint! And right about now that only qualities Prime exemplifies are that of a cut and dry, no good son of a bitch! Hutch's humbling doesn't end with the forearm shot. As Prime jerks Hutch from the mat by a handful of hair, he passes a sick grin over the crowd and then down on Hutch himself. After hauling the champ to his feet, Prime reels back and heaves Hutch toward a corner with every ounce of strength he can muster. Hutch nails the turnbuckle chest first and bounces away while gasping for air to only then have Prime come from behind with another forearm shot, this time to the back of the head! KR: This is sick! This is just sick! The man is as vulnerable as a new born baby, and this bastard, Prime hasn't shown the slightest ounce of care or compassion for that! CM: Yea well I didn't hear of any new born babies disrespecting the Evolution of Excellence! But Hutch, on the other hand, has! And more over, just like my man Prime said, he's disrespected all of us too! So before you go and brand the guy anything, Royal, maybe you should stop and remember that Prime's dishing out this deserved abuse for all of us! Back in the ring, Prime has Hutch down on the ground, but holds his head off the mat by another handful of hair. Prime is heaving with aggression while still grinning. Finally, Prime jerks Hutch back to his feet and then stuffs Hutchs head between his thighs. Prime then rakes his thumb across his throat. CM: This is it! We're gonna see it! Hutch is about to be humbled! And he's about to be humbled care of the one and only Authroity Bomb! DV: God damn! You gotta believe that after everything Hutch has endured tonight that suffering the likes of the Authority Bomb would be like the preverbial kiss of death! CM: Do it, Prime! Do it for all of us! While Martin nearly foams at the mouth with his rabid lust for Hutch's demise, Prime readies to hoist Hutch up... but then... Hutch slips out from between Primes thighs, drops to his knees, and shoots a forearm of his own straight into the giants groin! The crowd explodes as Prime drops to one knee while grasping his crotch! CM: Whoa, whoa, whao! What the hell was that?! KR: Hey Prime, why don't ya kiss that! CM: That's not funny, Royle! This isn't funny! This is Hutch being every bit of the non-champion Prime said he was! DV: The way I see it, Chip... this is Hutch making sure he lives to fight Prime another day! Just as Venchenzo said, Hutch slips under the bottom rope after grabbing his FIW belt and makes his escape through the crowd! The fans are at a fever pitch as Hutch clears the masses and leaves the arena. Back in the ring, Prime still palms his groin while wearing a mask of pain. The big man is finally able to pull himself to his feet with aid from the top rope, and simply glares down Hutch's escape route with a fire in his eyes. KR: Folks, there is only one Hutch and he is here on Slam! And you can bet your ass that he will indeed meet Prime in that very ring for the FIW championship! But when he does, you can rest assured that the champion will be at one hundred percent and ready to give that cheap shot artist, and number one contender, Prime, the fight of his damn life! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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