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Tuesday Night Throwdown; May 2, 2006
Topic Started: May 2 2006, 10:23 PM (195 Views)
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wake Up!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

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

JH: Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to Tuesday Night Throwdown! We are live from the RBC Center in Raleigh, North Carolina! I'm Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner Thomas Moore!

TM: Tonight we're gonna name the new number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship! Just think, Jonathan. Whoever wins tonight's main-event might be the one who finally dethrones Swytch's monumental title reign.

JH: He is certainly surprising us all with his will to keep those belts around his waist. But someone's gotta put it to an end, and will it be Dante, Kailey, Ragin', Remy, or Onikage?

TM: Think of the opportunity for Remy and Onikage here! This could be their chance to break out into the main-event.

JH: Exactly right. Remy and Onikage don't even have to win tonight to prove themselves. They just gotta make an impact in that match. But let's not waste anymore time, Thomas. We've got a lot to get to, including three championship matches!

TM: Oh yeah! April's defending her Cruiserweight Title against Chris Love. Loon 2.5 is finally getting his chance at Graver's Fighitng Spirit Championship. And Carl Lucas and the skull cowboy will have their first Tag Title defense here tonight against Swytch and Kennedy!

JH: Not to mention, Rob Storm making his TNT in-ring debut tonight. But I said let's NOT waste anymore time. Let's get to our first contest. Shannon Micheals, going one-on-one with Rick Sullivan.

[align=center]Red Wars blares over the speaker system.

RED WARRRRRRRR

After the loud declaration Sullivan steps out with a very nasty and raged face, followed by Cookie, shouting encouragement to the angered Sullivan.

RED WARRRRRRRR

Sullivan spreads his arms and tenses his entire body, showing the results of years of hard weighlifting, and lets out a fierce grow at the top of his lungs.

RED WARRRRRRRR

The third declaration sends Sullivan charging at the ring in a full spring, and climbs over the middle rope into the ring. Cookie follows in a slow saunter, taking the opprtunity to point at Sullivan and tell any nearby fans how impressive Sullivan is. Once in the ring, Sullivan wastes no time getting to his feet and tensing his body up to let out another feral roar, biding his time before he gets a warm body to assault.
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JH: Ladies and gentlemen, Rick Sullivan is a psychologically disturbed individual. He shouldn't be in a wrestling ring, he belongs in some sort of Mental Hospital where he can be observed and be medicated and get whatever mental help he needs. Not being followed around by Cookie, who's as crooked an individual as they come.

TM: Jonathan, calm down. You've got these two all wrong. Sullivan is an intense, fierce competitor. And Cookie, like the great managers before him like James E. Cornette, Bobby "The Brain" Heenan, Paul Heyman, even Melina, is a moving and enigmatic motivator. The guy could get by as a motivational speaker if he wanted to.

TM: Do you honestly buy the crap you just said?

JH: Of course I do!

The openning strains of Coheed and Cambria's "welcome home" starts over the PA, the lights already darkened, as the acoustic guitar gives way to an electric pyros explode, the camera view switches to behind the entrance way where we see Shannon Micheals standing in the entrance way wearing his long sleevless hooded trenchcoat. As the heavy riff starts Shannon walks out of the entranceway, he walks down the entrance almost ingoring the fans slowly. His face covered by his long hair. As he gets down to the ring he looks into it then looks around the arena lifting his hood slightly. Shannon then gets onto the ring apron as the lyrics begin

"You could've been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would've endured my world"


Shannon climbs between the middle and top rope and pulls back his hood outstrecthing his arms, noticably wincing in pain from his rib ailments sustained last week. He then slaps his chest and points to the crowd.

"Well you're just as I presumed
A whore in sheep's clothing
Fucking up all I do
And if so here we stop
Then never again
Will you see this in your life"


Shannon removes his coat, revealing his torso to be heavily taped up, and throws it over the top rope bouncing on the balls of his feet.

JH: Shannon Micheals, I can't imagine what's going through this young man's mind. Last week he was viciously attacked by a mentally disturbed juggernaut in Rick Sullivan without any rhyme or reason. He ended up recieving a mild concussion and bruised ribs. I honestly doubt he's medically cleared to compete tonight.

TM: Well I can tell you what's going through Shannon's mind.

JH: Oh here we go. . .

TM: Nothing.

JH: Nothing?

TM: Nothing. He's climbing in the ring against a feral powerhouse in Rick Sullivan when he sustained rib and head damage last week at the man's hands. And Lord knows that Sullivan's going to zone in on those damaged extremeties.

Michael Anderson stands midring, brings his mic to his lips and announces the participants.

MA: This match is scheduled for one fall and has a THIRTY minute time limit.

Well, the 30 Minute Fan guy disappaeared with some broad last week. Ah well. Cue to Sullivan huffing, puffing and ready to blow Shannon's house down.

MA: Introducing first... Making his Tuesday Night Throwdown debut - From BUFFALO, NEW YORK! Standing Six feet, no inches. Weighing in tonight at Two hundred and Sixty pounds. . . RRRRRICK! SUHHHHHLLLLLIVAHHHHHN!

The crowd boos loudly, but Sully gets a few cheers as well. Well, guess if Snitsky can get a fanbase, Sullivan can too. Cookie runs around at ringside, yelling his praise for the Buffalo native as Sullivan raises his fists to the air and releases a ferocious growl.

MA: And the opponent... From DALLAS, TEXAS! Standing Five feet, Eleven inches tall. Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Twenty Five pounds. . . "THE FLAMING DRAGON!" SHANNON MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHEALS!

The Raleigh crowd cheers wildly for "The Flaming Dragon." He raises a fist to the air, but not without wincing in pain from his rib damage.

Michael Anderson climbs out of the ring while Referee Logan Black climbs in. He points over to the Timekeeper and signals for the ol'...

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

Shannon takes a step from his corner, but Cookie has run from around the other side of the ring, yelling rather impolite statements about Shannon's taste in women. Shannon looks over the ropes and yells some rather impolte things about Cookie's until SULLIVAN SPEARS MICHEALS INTO THE CORNER! He rams his shoulder in to Shannon's abdomen once! Twice! Three for three times the price! Four! Five! Six! Sullivan backs off, then nails a HUUUUUGE Clubbing Blow to Shannon's jaw! And another Right Hook into Shannon's midsection! (Jim's going exclaimation point crazy!) Sullivan takes a few steps back, allowing Shannon to stagger out of the corner clutching at his side until he staggers right to Sullivan where Sullivan grabs ahold of Shannon AND TOSSES HIM TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING WITH A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!

JH: Good God! Did you see how he just tossed Shannon with such force and velocity?! This Sullivan is a freak of nature!

Sullivan swivels to his feet, releasing a feral growl in the process. Shannon releases a bit of a growl himself... Well, more a yelp. He lays on his back, his chest heaving up and down, filling with sweet oxygen. But with each breath comes unbearable pain in his chest and midsection. Sullivan grabs a handful of Shannon's hair, bringing the Flaming Dragon to his feet. Sullivan violently whips Shannon to a nearby corner. Sullivan charges AND NAILS A HIGH KNEE RIGHT INTO SHANNON'S HEART! Shannon crumbles from his corner as he clutches at his chest as Sullivan pounds on his chest, raises his fists to the air and roars.

JH: This Sullivan, Jesus, he's a sick man! He could've killed Shannon with that Knee Strike!

TM: Hopefully he does it again and finishes the job!

And almost as if he heard Thomas Moore, Cookie yells from ringside "DO IT! DO IT AGAIN! GIVE 'EM TWO!" Sullivan nods in acknowledgement, then brings his meathooks around Shannon's throat, slowly bringing the Flaming Dragon to his feet. Once at a vertical base, Sullivan shoves Shannon back into the corner. Sullivan takes a few steps backwards, charges AND SLAMS HIS KNEE INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! His momentum causes him to fly over the top rope and land on the cold, unforgiving floor below!

JH: Shannon ducked! This could be the opening he needs!

Sullivan doesn't stay down long, though. He slowly shoves himself to a vertical base, albeit wobbly. Shannon meanwhile hits the mat and rolls under the bottom ring rope to the floor, stalking Sullivan. Sullivan has reached the apron, trying to climb back in. But Shannon clubs Sullivan in the back of his head, stunning Sullivan long enough for Shannon to shove Sullivan back into the ring. But Shannon then grabs ahold of Sullivan's ankle and drags him towards the corner. Shannon yanks Sullivan to where both his legs hang out over the apron, the corner post between his thighs. Shannon grabs ahold of Sullivan's left leg and swings it right into the corner post! Sullivan roars as Shannon grabs ahold of Sullivan's tree trunk like leg and swings it into the post again! Sullivan releases a pain filled growl as he scoots himself out of the corner.

JH: Shannon's starting to mount a comeback, he could beat this behemoth!

As Shannon climbs to the apron and rolls into the ring, Sullivan has shuffled over to the ropes, trying to bring himself to his feet with assistance from the ropes. But Shannon stays on him, clubbing Sullivan in the back of his neck. But Sullivan no-sells, continuing to climb to his feet. Shannon sends another Clubbing Blow to Sullivan's back and neck, but Sullivan continues to rise. Sullivan finally reaches a vertical base as Shannon sends another Right Hand to Sullivan's jaw. And folks, Sullivan doesn't look very happy at this point. Suprised, Shannon sends another Right Hand into Sullivan's jaw. But Sullivan growls AND DECAPITATES SHANNON WITH A STIFF LARIAT! NO! Shannon ducks the Lariat and Dropkicks Sullivan in the back of his left leg! Sullivan falls face first into the mat as Shannon swivels atop of Sullivan's back, applying a Single Leg Boston Crab on Sullivan's weakened leg. At ringside Cookie slaps the mat and yells words of encouragement to Sullivan as referee Logan Black asks Sullivan if he wants to submit. But rather than respond "Yes" or "No," Sullivan growls and tries to bite Logan Black's fingers. Logan immediately backs away from Sullivan as Sullivan starts to push himself off of the mat and powers out of Shannon's Half Boston Crab!

JH: Oh my! Sullivan powered out of that hold like it was nothing!

On his haunches, Shannon backs up to a nearby corner, witnessing the Buffalo Native slowly climb to his feet. Sullivan clutches at his left knee, slapping it a time or two to get the blood circulating to that region again. Sullivan then charges Shannon but Shannon ducks behind Sullivan and applies a Rear Waistlock. But Sullivan seperates Shannon's hands and goes behind Shannon, applies a Rear Waistlock AND DROPS SHANNON ON HIS NECK and SHOULDERS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! But Sullivan keeps his hold on Shannon as he rolls back to his feet. Sullivan goes to lift, but Shannon breaks Sullivan's hold, goes behind Sullivan and rolls him up with a School Boy pin!

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!
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"Welcome Home" blares back over the PA as Michael Anderson announces...

MA: Your winner of this match... SHANNON MIIIIIIIIIICHEALS!

But Sisn't pleased in the least as he immediately goes back after Shannon! He mounts atop The Flaming Dragon and lays heavy Right Handed Closed Fists between Shannon's eyes! Shannon tries his damndest to block them, but is no use as Sullivan continues to rain down heavy blows!

JH: Fod God's sakes, the match is over! Sullivan lost fair and square!

Security charges down the rampway and into the ring, trying their hardest to pry Sullivan off of Micheals. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Sullivan gets up off of Shannon Micheals. Cookie climbs up to the walkway to meet his man Sullivan. Sullivan walks out of the ring to the rampway meeting his manager. Cookie then raises Sullivan's fist to the air as Sullivan releases a feral growl. An image we fade out on.

After the first match of the night the camera cuts backstage to find the camera crew are currently stalking TNT’s General Manager, Madison Lee. Madison for once isn’t in her office, she is in fact walking down one of the many hall ways that the arenas seem to always have, holding some kind of paper work. Her casual arrogance generating off of her like a sixty watt bulb, her walking almost resembling that more of a strut than an actual walk. Though all good things must come to an end, her strut slowly fades as does the arrogance on expression, rather it’s replaced with annoyance while she looks past the camera in front of her.

Madison: What do you want, toad?

The camera pans around to keep Madison in view while revealing who’s made the General Manager’s mood shift to such a foul one, and it is none other than Smarty Smark. Leaning against the wall he smirks at Madison, even after her rather unfriendly greeting, as if he were some how superior to her in every way imaginable, and he certainly is in his mind.

Smarty Smark: Calm down hag, I’m not gracing you with my presence because one of the whack jobs you have here interfered in my business or to even demand that you stop having April Lynn hide her belt and herself from my clients.

Madison: Perhaps if any one of your clients actually had the skills to defeat April, we wouldn't be having this problem. But wasn't it Alex Evans that actually lost his championship match against her? And wasn't Kendra and Ninja on the losing end of the tag match she was involved in last week? Yes, yes I believe all of those facts are true. Bye now.

Madison returns to walking down the hall way, Smarty Smark sadly for Miss Lee follows after her, perhaps not understanding no means no when it comes from a woman, but that might be another story all together. The manager of the superstars continues to smirk his oh so grand smirk and walks side by side with Madison, the GM trying to walk a bit faster to not have to have him by her side.

Smarty Smark: Now you see I saw that Extreme Ninja #2 wasn’t booked this week, and then I saw that you had that little battle royal going on. But as any one can tell you it isn’t a true battle royal unless there are six wrestlers in the match. And I mean look what you have in that match already, Remy? Right, like any one will want to see that New Orleans rat win any more chances at gold. Ragin’? There’s a reason why Jack Manson was able to send his butt packing on Slam.

Kailey Lane? No one wants to see Xena pull out another one for the home team. Onikage? The freak belongs in a mental ward and should be measured for a straight jacket. Dante Coles? People have grown bored of watching that idiotic clown throw around your love toy like he’s a tennis ball. But think of this, just imagine it, one of the few people ever able to take that mentally retarded clown to his limits, Extreme Ninja #2, getting a chance to earn himself another shot at the belts, now THAT’S ratings hag.


Madison: Ninja took Swytch to this limits?

Madison busts out laughing a genuine laugh that pleases Smarty not even one bit. His disgruntled expression carries a hint of confusion in Madison's response to his verison of history.

Madison: It's a funny story to pretend that Ninja took Swytch to his limits but in the end of that match, it was Swytch still holding the championship. And your client knocked out. That's not what I call taking the champ to his limits. That's what I call the champion extending your client beyond his. But let me get this straight. You think he should be added last minute to a battle royal?

Smarty Smark: Yes, that is about the jist of my brilliant idea.

Madison and Smarty walk along side by side, Maddy slowing down a bit to allow such, her expression turning to a thoughtful one. Slowly a smile creeps over Madison’s lips, it grows bigger and bigger, and as it does Smarty Smark’s greedy expression grows wider and wider. Without warning Madison stops and spins on her heels, turning right around so Smarty Smark and her are face to face, a near huge grin on her face.

Madison: Hmm. Add Extreme Ninja #2 last minute to a battle royal where all the participants have already prepared for a match without him. That sounds so... No.

Madison bluntly responds after stringing the annoying little man along. Suddenly the near grin fades to a look of annoyance once more before she opens her office’s door and slams it shut after her, Smarty Smark still looking shocked over her rejection of the idea. At first it is just his cheeks but soon his entire face turns a bright cherry red, Smarty Smark starts muttering threats under his breathe as he storms off while the camera cuts else where.

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

The opening keyboard from “Hunting High And Low” speeds along as a white spotlight shines on the TNT stage. As soon as the guitar kicks in, two lighting bolt effects strike the stage and Rob Storm appears out of nowhere.

MA: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Valrico, Florida… RRRROOOOOB STOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRMMMM!!!

He pumps his fist, pointing to the fans and applauding them. Storm runs full speed ahead to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He climbs to the top of the nearest turnbuckle and makes “The Sign Of The Cross” before jumping down and saluting the fans. He then begins to loosen up before the bell rings.

TM: Yeah, this match should be good. Creepy witchy Sam will finally be working her magick on someone who’s not me.

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

[align=center]We all pray for 20 innocents
We all bow down - 20 innocents
We all hang high - 20 innocents
We all accused 20 innocents
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MA: And his opponent! From Elk City, Oklahoma… SSSSAAAM… KIIIIIIINLOOOOOOKKKK!!!

The lights flicker out, then back on; Sam Kinloch smiling evilly onstage. The end of the goody-two-shoes American witch struts down to the ring, smirking at the FIW fans before entering through the ropes.

JH: I seriously doubt she’s ever worked her magic on you.

TM: Yes huh! And you have to spell it with a ‘k’, otherwise it’s like you mean David Copperfield or Criss Angel.

JH: I think Criss Angel and Sam would get along well, for some reason.

TM: Curious, that.

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

The bell rings, and the match starts. ‘Cuz that’s what usually happens when the bell rings. Sam smirks at Rob, who glowers back in her direction, before RIPPING into her with a vicious forearm smash!

JH: Rob Storm starts this one off with a bang!

Sam goes down, but pops right back up, only to take a second running forearm smash from Mr. Electricity!

TM: Well, wouldn’t you be upset, too, Hitchen? Sam raised his great great grandparents from the dead as ZOMBIES! Brain-eating zombies!

JH: Oh she did not. Actors and clever camera angles was all it was, Thomas.

TM: But how do you KNOW!?

Sam doesn’t get up the second time, so Rob rebounds off the ropes and DROPS a forearm SQUARE into the canvas!

JH: Sam rolled away from that one.

TM: Like a ZOMBIE! Rolling out of its grave~!

JH: Oi…

Sam gets to her feet and confronts Rob with a THUNDERING kick to his head! Rob staggers back, and meets Sam with a kick of his own, right to the stomach! He quickly locks in a chancerie and HEFTS her vertical, but Sam starts kicking her legs, and manages to wriggle free of the impending suplex, dropping neatly on the mat behind him. She BASHES him in the back of the head with a forearm before grabbing him quickly in a rear chancerie and DROPPING him into the mat!

TM: Reverse DDT! Burying his head in the mats like a--

JH: If you say “zombie’s head buried in the ground” I will pinch your damn nipples off.

TM: … SHE RAISED THEM FROM THE DEAD, HITCHEN!!

JH: *PINCH*

TM: ACK!

Sam rolls to her feet and ascends the turnbuckle. She poises herself carefully, waiting for Storm to rise. Rob actually gets up fairly quickly, and Sam takes flight, aiming a front dropkick, SQUARE at Storm’s head! But the technical marvel instead reaches both hands up and SLAMS her forcefully into the mat before she even reaches him!

JH: Good lord! What a powerbomb-like counter to that move!

Storm is quick to capitalize and pull Sam from the canvas, hugging her tightly before WRENCHING HER OVERHEAD!! Sam arcs in the air and CRASHES back down onto her back!

JH: DEVESTATING belly-to-belly suplex by Rob Storm, what an impressive redebut here on Tuesday Night Throwdown!

TM: Jesus, Hitchen, what the fuck did you do!? I think I’m lactating over here!

JH: That would be blood. You can’t lactate blood. You can only bleed it.

TM: Oh. … ACK!

Sam pushes off the mat and gets vertical for about a second before dropping to her knees. Rob Storm takes his golden opportunity and runs in behind her, DRIVING a forceful knee to the back of Sam’s head. She, of course, collapses to he mat, and Rob DIVES onto her with ANOTHER knee to the head!

JH: A succession of knee strikes, ending with a Shock to the Spine!

TM: It wasn’t a succession, Hitchen. It was only two. Jeeze, learn to count.

Wrapping both arms around her waist, Rob Storm pulls Sam into a standing position before FORCING her body up and back, CRUSHING her against the mats with a--

JH: GERMAN SUPLEX!! Rob Storm maintains the bridge, and it’s a pin attempt!

The whole reffin’ show drops for a count, monitoring Sam’s shoulders.

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!


NO! A kickout at two![/align]

Sam rolls backward almost out of the ring, but the bottom rope catches her. Rob simply sits up, shaking his head before rising to his feet. He walks over to Sam, raises a foot to stomp, and gets the other one snared out from under him by the wily witch!

JH: Sneaky ploy by Sam…

TM: But effective! These two are on neutral ground now! Ground like…

JH: LIKE A FUCKING ZOMBIE!?

TM: … no… like Rob Storm’s finisher. The Ground Fault. Christ, switch to decaf.

Storm’s back CRASHES against the mats, and Sam uses the ropes to help herself up. She glowers down at the already rising Storm, and just as he pushes up vertical enough to make his head a target--CRACK!!

TM: BRAIN-CRACKIN’ roundhouse to the head from Sam Kinloch!

JH: Rob’s head has been taking a good amount of damage in this match so far, and Sam’s now adding to it with some disrespectful football kicks!

Rob Storm rolls away from Sam’s wrath, not being unconscious or anything, and pushes himself upward to stand. Sam presses against the ropes, then pushes off for momentum leading into a HIGH axe kick!!

TM: KARMIC KICK!!

That NARROWLY misses Rob Storm’s head as he darts under it! Rob comes back up just on the other side of Sam, reaches up behind him, and CRACKS SAM DOWNWARD WITH AN IMPROMPTU NECKBREAKER!!

JH: What a counter from Rob Storm! THAT is the work of a real ring general!

TM: Sam looks out cold… like a cold corpse turned into a zombie!

JH: AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!! *PINNNNCH*

Rob Storm can’t hear either of the commentators fighting, which is good, because it seems like he’s climbing to the precarious position of the top rope. He steadies himself, then stands up straight before DIVING OFF THE TOP ROPE, ELBOW DOWN!!

JH: HIIIIIIGHHH VOOOLTAAAAAAAGE!!

BAM! Elbow drop to the sternum! Both wrestlers bounce a bit on the springy canvas, and Rob hooks Sam’s leg in a pin attempt!

[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!




THREE!!!






NO! Sam kicks out!






AUGH! But it’s too late, says Tony Clarke!



Dingdingdingdingdingding!
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MA: Here is your winner, RRRROB! STOOOOOOOOOOORM!!

TM: Well, the zombie queen’s undead servants didn’t come to her aid tonight. Which is good, ‘cuz zombies woulda scared the HELL outta me.

JH: All because of that elbow drop, the High Voltage. You just can’t shake the shock, Thomas. ‘Cuz nobody wants it to stop.

TM: Check it out! Sam’s getting up.

Rob Storm has already left the ring in a celebratory manner, but Sam certainly doesn’t look happy. She gets up in Tony Clarke’s face, flailing her arms and chewing him out.

TM: Looks like Sam doesn’t agree with that count.

JH: The referee’s decision is final, Thomas. There’s nothing Sam can do about it.

TM: It’s a shame, though. It was like that match was just getting started and then, blip. It’s over.

JH: Well, I’m sure this won’t be the last time we’ll see these two meet in the ring.

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The camera fades in from a commercial break to the locker room area as Kailey Lane strides down the hallway, an anxious expression wearying her face. She stops in front of one of the many doors and knocks on it. After a few moments the door swings open and JJ’s head pops out, his surprise at her presence turning into a smile as Kailey forces a weak smile of her own.

JJ: Oh hi, Kailey, what’s up?

Kailey: May I come in?

JJ: Right, sorry.

The door opens wider and a bit more of JJ’s body become visible as he holds the door open for her. Unbeknownst to Kailey as she walks through the door way JJ’s eyes wander downward, apparently taking a great interest in what type of chaps she’s wearing. With the door shut behind them JJ waits for some kind of an answer as to why she’s here while Kailey still seems a bit uneasy.

JJ: So, uh, do you want to sit down?

Kailey: No, I'm good, thanks.

JJ: Oh okay, so what brought you to my neck of the woods? Well besides me being ever so loveable.

JJ's words seem to slip by Kailey, her mind running races, including the one that knows they don't have much time to kid around tonight.

Kailey: Actually, I am here on a serious matter, JJ. I need to know if you remember what happened to the second note that I received from this Enigma character.

JJ: The letter?

Kailey: Letter, note, whatever. I need to pick your brain to see if you can recall what happened to it.

JJ: Oh right, that thing. I realized I took it by accident afterwards, meant to give it back to you when I saw you next. Hang on a sec; I’m pretty sure I left it in my locker.

Kailey: YOU have it? Whew, okay...good.

Her temporary look of relief changes instantly to one of major concern.

Kailey: But, JJ, we have been in a few arenas since then. Are you sure you can find it?

Quickly JJ hurries over to one of the lockers, opening it and starts shuffling through it, by the sounds that are coming out of it the locker would appear to be a bit messy. JJ looks up from his searching of the letter to peak his head out from behind the locker’s door.

JJ: So, uh, what do you need it for any ways?

Kailey: I want to give it to the police They already have the others.

JJ: Cool, kind of sounds like some thing out of CSI or one of those shows.

Kailey: I wish it were fiction...

JJ: Yeah, last thing we need is some freak running around in a mask terrorizing people.

There is a moment of silence between the two of them as JJ returns his full attention to his locker and the searching of the note. Kailey's eyebrows raise, suddenly very suspicious. Several moments pass before JJ finally pops out from behind the locker door, scratching his head and looking a bit confused.

JJ: This is going to sound a bit weird, but I can’t find it Kails.

Kailey: What?

JJ: Yeah, I looked all over in there and can’t find it any where. I’m positive that was the last place I left it in too.

Kailey's eyebrows arch and her eyes burn into him, causing further confusion to filter onto JJ’s expression.

Kailey: JJ, don't play with me. This is serious. Where is it?

JJ: What? I swear Kails I’m not playing around, I don’t know where it is, it’s gone.

Kailey: Right.

She turns around and starts heading towards the door, JJ looks around and extends his hand out as if to stop her.

JJ: Hey…I’m sorry I couldn’t help you Kailey, I wish I knew where it went.

Kailey: It's okay, JJ.

JJ: So what are you going to do?

Kailey: Nothing. They'll just have to work with what they have.

Without another word said between them Kailey opens the door and exits the locker room, leaving JJ all by his lonesome. Just before the camera cuts else where, Kailey mumbles under her breath.

Kailey: And I want to know why you think they wear a mask.

JH: Cruiserweight tile on the line coming up fans.

TM: Alex Evan’s title, but he’s being denied.

JH: You realize Madison books the cards right?

TM: Madison is best GM ever, don’t go putting her down!

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

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


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

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


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

MA: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD, THE MATCH BEING A SIXTY MINUTE MATCH. THE CHALLENGER FIRST, HAILING FROM DENVER, COLORADO AND WEIGHING INN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FOOT ONE INCH… CHRIS LOVE!!!!

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

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


Chris jumps straight up onto the apron. He turns to look at the crowd and point to them with enthusiastic energy before flipping over the top rope backwards. Chris seems to be a bundle of unbridled energy as he hops in the ring.

TM: Just cause he lost last time, he gets another shot? that’s not fair.

JH: He earned it though.

TM: Alex deserves this shot!

The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage with her Cruiserweight Championship around her waist, stopping to glance out at the crowd on either side before making her way towards the ring.

MA: INTRODUCING THE CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION, HAILING FROM AURORA, OHIO, WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS AND STANDING AT FIVE FOOT FOUR INCHES… APRIL LYNN!!!!!!!!

She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope. Dropping her duster off her shoulders, she tosses it aside before removing her Cruiserweight Championship and raising it in the air for all the fans to see. She turns holds it up for the opposite side of the arena and then passes the belt off to the ref. She backs into her corner, doing some last minute preparations for the forth-coming contest.

JH: April’s gonna do so well.

TM: Oh god she makes me sick.

JH: Your just jealous of Remy…

As Chris Love and April get shown the title, Richard Kelly then hands it to a ring monkey as he calls for the bell, the match gets underway. April and Chris meet center of the ring with a hand shake, then they begin circling the ring, trying to search each other out before tieing-up, both showing there determination, but Chris comes off well with a arm drag into a arm lock, April shifts her weight though, getting to her feet, Chris Love still holding the arm lock, April then flips over and rolls through turning it into a hammerlock to the crowd’s appreciation, Chris now tries to get himself out of the hammerlock, he can’t break free as April wrenches it up, so he runs to the ropes, and kips himself up and over April, causing her to release the hold as Chris lands on his feet, they then look at each other, nodding and appreciating each other’s skills.

JH: Some nice mat skills by both shown there.

TM: Chris would have been screwed if April didn’t let go of his arm though huh?

JH: Yeah, but he’s a risk taker so fair play to him.

TM: *shakes head* Idiot.

April and Chris then go for another tie up, this time Chris uses April’s momentum to hip toss her over and then goes for a kick to her spine, but April rolls forward making Chris spin on the spot, she kips up onto her feet and turns to just in time doge a right, then a left as she moves to the corner being reeled there by Chris. Chris then goes for another punch but April blocks it then strikes him in the gut with a toe kick, knocking him back with holding his gut, she then leaps onto the 2mnd rope, spring boarding back toward him but he doges, but April sees it and rolls again into another face off between the pair, this time pair don‘t look so impressed more frustrated as April‘s competitive side really shows.

TM: Mrs. Lynn looks quite frustrated.

JH: I would too, these two are so equal.

TM: Pfft, more like she needs a real man in the bedroom.

April kicks the canvas as she moves towards Chris, again they try a tie up but Chris side steps, kneeing April in her gut as he then whips her into the ropes, on the way back getting dropkicked to the canvas by Chris. Chris then drops down to the fallen April and hooks in a arm lock again, wrenching it in nicely as April, tries to break free with Richard asking her sis he ok, she tells him yes as she places a foot on the ropes making Chris release the hold and back off as April shakes her arm, standing up.

JH: Wow, chris is really impressing me in the early stages of this match.

TM: He’s beating a women, your point?

JH: Thomas that’s bullshit and you know it.

TM: Upset you? Oops.

Chris runs at April who using her brain, quickly snaps him down with a drop toe hold, then rolls over him, shifting her body into a headlock on Chris, she wrenches away at his head as he tries to push her off. He swings her body and lifts April up with him as he stands up, April not budging as she holds his head in a headlock still, Chris then lifts her up and DRIVES her down with a backdrop, but it has no effect as April keeps a hold of it…

TM: I bet she’s imagining that’s some designer clothing, nobody holds that tight.

JH: Determination?

…Chris looks to be getting frustrated as April carries on synching it in, the more he moves the harder she squeezes his head, Chris again shifts his weight though and brings both April and himself to his feet. Chris then fires some blows into April’s side, he then throws her off into the ropes, April goes but on her return dives at Chris with a flying forearm shot, knocking both him and April down to the canvas, April climbs to her feet fast as does Chris who thing gets met by yet another headlock, frustrating him even more by the looks of his facial expressions.

JH: Beautiful headlocks by April, she‘s wearing him down with patient wrestling, great tactics.

TM: Ha, he’s being beat by a women…

JH: She’s kick your ass probably Thomas.

TM: She’d want me too much to hurt me.

Chris isn’t down this time and he uses his quick ability and upper strength to his advantage, he lifts April up, but shifts fast, causing April to lose grip as he then drops her down with his elbow by her gut, they land in a side effect position with Chris driving his elbow in her gut, causing her to seem winded as Chris rubs his neck. Chris then picks her up to her feet, then fires some forearms at her head before he then turns to connect with a roaring elbow, but April boots him in the gut, making him keel over, April then backs up, before jumping up for a hurricanrana. Unfortunately Chris sees it coming and reverse driving her into the canvas with a sit-out Powerbomb, Chris keeps it hooked as Richard goes for the pin…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…KICKOUT!!
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JH: Great reversal, April won‘t be denied though, shoulder up..

TM: She just wants to impress her toy boy.

JH: Oh quit it, jealousy is petty.

Chris rolls her off, looking kind of gutted the pin didn’t work, but he then boots April once as he walks toward the ropes and then climbs them, looking over toward April who climbs to her feet slowly, shaking off the Powerbomb and boot. April turns around, still holding her left shoulder, Chris stands and leaps off looking for a hurricanrana by the looks of things but all he gets is a dropkick, driving him straight to the canvas with a impact. April then looks to him, leans her leg up in the air, catching it and DRIVING it down with authority down on Chris’s throat, taking the breath from him as she lands a splits and then rolls off of him to the ropes, Chris rolls out the ring trying to gain his breath on the outside.

JH: Split Decision! What athletic ability there.

TM: God damn, Remy. I hate you.

JH: That was incredible, Chris’s throat could have been crushed though.

April stands up, she moves to the ropes and awaits Chris to stand up, he does so and turns to see April vault over the ropes, but Chris moves and April sees it landing on the apron, bur she has her feet pulled from under her causing her to land on the apron jaw first and reel into the mats. Chris then jumps up on the apron himself, he looks behind himself waiting for April to stand, she does and he then jumps up, sits on the top rope then Moonsaults over onto April causing both to tumble to the mats.

JH: Sweet move there, cradles into a moonsault.

TM: He farted to give him the spin, nice move.

JH:

Chris stands up, shaking off his cob webs as he lifts April to her feet and rolls her in the ring, climbing in himself too. Chris then lifts up April, she using her quick wit seems to still have fight in her though, she blocks a forearm strike and fires one at Chris, Chris fires one back just as hard, reeling April into the ropes from it’s ferocity, on her way back she gets lifted and driven down with a back body drop. Chris then signals for something, he points to the top as he picks up April again, this time lifting and slamming her down with scoop slam, April lands hard on her spine as Chris moves to the ropes…

JH: I see it ending.

TM: Well he‘s calling for it, but will it happen.

JH: He‘s climbing but wait!

…April’s too her feet, she pushes Chris who’s on the second rope, he rebounds off the corner and lands on his back, April then moves to his feet and then lifts his legs up, grabbing him into a stretch muffler, then she drops down and wraps her legs around his neck, the pain writhing through Chris face as she wrenches for all she’s worth. Chris tries to move, because of April’s small weight he does slowly, trying to fight the pain…

JH: April Fools!

TM: Ay?

JH: Move name Thomas.

TM: Oh, I thought you was describing yourself.

…Chris pushes himself towards the ropes, he pushes farther and closer toward the ropes as Richard tries to see if he wants to give up, he screams no as April wrenches the hell out of his body. Chris then finally gets close, then fans rallying him to as he grabs the bottom rope to April’s frustration, April climbs to her feet and drives a knee down on Chris‘s back. She then goes to grab Chris’s leg again, but he pushes her off, climbing to his feet quickly and then toe kicking her in the gut, he grabs her in a front chancerie…

JH: Could it be the Dragon DDT!

TM: I don’t know do I!

…Chris lifts her up, but he falls to the canvas as April pushes him off using his own momentum against him, Chris then climbs to his feet looking angry but is met by a snap boot to the gut then DRIVEN right on his head with a evenflow DDT, he smashes into the canvas as April goes for the pin, Richard drops down for the count…

JH: LYNNCH-PIN!

TM: Out of nowhere, damn!

JH: Cover!

[align=center]ONE…


…TWO…


…THREE!!!!!
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…April rolls off Chris looking exhausted as Richard Kelly calls for the end of the match and for the Cruiserweight title…

MA: YOUR WINNER! AT A TIME OF EIGHT MINUTES AND THIRTY SECONDS! AND STILL CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION!… APRIL LYNN!!!!!!!

…April holds and clutches the title as Richard gives it her…

TM: Told you she’d win didn’t I?

JH: No.

TM: Lies, all lies!

…April leaves the ring with the title as Chris sits up, looking disappointed in himself, the camera cuts to a commercial break.

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Cutting backstage once again the camera finds itself in a place not often found in, a public restroom. And with the opening of its door and Madison Lee walking through we can only assume one thing, it is the girls’ restroom. Madison hurries over to the series of generically painted gray stalls, walking down the row till she reaches the stall on the far left end of the small army of toilet stalls. Her hand grips the handle of the door and opens it, suddenly her expression changes from what it was to some strange mixture of confusion, embarrassment and rage as she let’s out a scream.

The camera man rushes over and looks in the stall, revealing Smarty Smark. Smarty is standing on top of the toilet, in a squatting fashion, and smirking his ever annoying smirk at Madison Lee, and seemingly casually considering where he is. After a few moments Madison’s brain starts to finally catch up with the image in front of her.

Madison: Are you that desperate to see me naked that you'd follow me in the restroom? You're sick!

Smarty Smark: Stop with the shouting hag, you’re going to make my ear drums burst at this rate. Now about Ninja being in that battle royal-

Before another word can slither off the lips of Smarty Smark Madison lets out a much more frustrated and angry sounding scream, slamming the door shut in his face. She moves as quickly as she can to a few stalls down and tries to open the door, but finds it’s locked, yet no one’s feet are visible, suddenly Paper Bag Man’s head pops up above the stall.

PBM: Come on, say yes, you know you want to.

Madison releases a near roar as she runs through the bathroom, stopping at the stall on the right end. She swings the door open and her already wide eyes grow even larger, sitting much like Smarty Smark was a few stalls down is Extreme Ninja #2. However unlike his manager Ninja seems rather unhappy with being in the women’s restroom as he holds up his sign with one hand, and holds a roll of toilet paper towards Madison with the other.

Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: Please?

TNT’s General Manager snatches the roll of toilet paper before she screams again and slams the stall door shut. Her eyes dart around the bathroom for a few moments before she stomps her foot in fury and yells at the top of her lungs.

Madison: Why am I surrounded by the biggest freaks on the planet?!

And with that Madison Lee storms out of the girls’ restroom, leaving all three men in their respected stalls. Several moments pass of rather awkward silence between the three before finally PBM gives his thoughts.

PBM: Shouldn’t we go after her?

Smarty Smark: No, now shut up and let see if we can’t get us a show going on in here.

PBM: …You are one disturbed man.

The camera man after that little note probably feels like getting as far away as he can as the camera cuts back to ringside.

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

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

[align=center]BLEED!
BLEED!

BLEED IT OUT!

YEAH!
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Graver steps past the strobes and fog so that his whole body is visible, lugging along with him the barbed wire cinderblock.

JH: Never have I seen a more imposing weapon, Thomas.

TM: Clearly you’ve not seen me naked.

Graver sets the oversized brick down on the stage and puts a foot upon it, slapping the gold around his waist and pointing toward the fans, who boo him. Of course, this causes him to flip them all off, grinning.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a NO-DISQUALIFICATION match scheduled for ONE fall, and is for the Fighting Spirit Championship! Introducing first, the champion! From Detroit, Michigan… GRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAYYYVERRRRRR!!!

Graver hefts the block again, ducking under the top rope and setting it in his corner before raising both arms to New York salute everyone behind him. Graver moves to the nearest turnbuckle and springs up on top of it, pointing to a fan and mocking him before taking the title off his waist and holding it up by the strap, flipping one last bird with the other hand. Graver hops down and hands the title to the referee, giving very specific instructions as to its treatment while out of his care.

JH: I cannot believe Loon accepted the challenge for this match.

TM: Are you kidding? Do you not know who he is? He’s the Loon, Hitch! He’s NGIW’s poster boy!

JH: I suppose you have a point there.

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

MA: And the challenger, from Milan, Illinois… THE LOOOOOOOOOOOON… TWOOOOO POINT… FIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!

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

TM: My prediction is that this is going to go down as the shortest match in history. Hardcore violence + Graver’s cinderblock + Loon’s weak little body = twenty two seconds.

JH: Don’t be so sure of that, Thomas. You’ve got to remember the things Loon has fought through before, and be sure that he’ll take this match home.

The bell rings and we start things off. Graver walks into the middle of the ring and Loon approaches, meeting him eye-to-eye.

JH: A surprising amount of intensity between these two. They’ve only faced each other in the ring once before, but Graver and Loon are really starting to brew a rivalry here.

TM: That’s great. Could they end this staring contest and get to some WRESTLING, perhaps?

Graver finally up and shoves Loon in the chest, to which Loon responds by dropkicking him in the face.

JH: That was… unexpected.

TM: Yeah, usually they just shove back.

Graver rolls up off the mats and looks at Loon with surprise and anger in his eyes. He charges for a flying forearm smash, but Loon dodges out of the way and Graver kisses canvas. Annoyed and irritated, Graver rises up and turns to face his opponent. Loon is first on the offense this time, flooring Graver with a cross-body--BUT NO! Graver catches Loon, stumbles, then DROPS forward, slamming him onto the mat!

TM: Whoo! Rock that falling powerslam, Graver!

Graver pushes up and slides out of the ring, throwing the apron upward and dragging out a steel chair.

TM: Well, the garbage begins.

JH: Weren’t you excited about this match a minute ago?

TM: Yeah, then it turned into this.

JH: But aren’t you a fan of 2 Dope and Tier?

TM: Yeah, but… shut up. I’m a heel, I don’t have to make sense!

Graver slides into the ring as Loon rises and SWINGS the chair!!

BUT LOON CATCHES IT! Graver and Loon fight for hold on the weapon, Graver finally punting Loon in the stomach to back him off before DRIVING the steel piping into Loon’s chest! Loon doubles over from the torso assault, and Graver SMASHES the chair down onto Loon’s head!

TM: Y’know, at least Graver’s PUNISHING Loon out there. At least there’s that.

JH: Loon’s tough, though, Thomas. He’ll take a licking and keep on ticking.

TM: That’s the oldest damn phrase in recorded history. Does anyone even know what “take a licking” means anymore?

JH: I would hope so. It’s actually a common phrase.

TM: Oh…

Graver rolls Loon over and plants his foot atop 2.5’s chest, folding his arms proudly.

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


T-And Loon kicks out!
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JH: Near fall for Graver, but Loon’s just got too much heart!

TM: It’s cunnilingus, right?

JH: What!?

TM: Taking a licking. That’s what it means, right?

JH: *sigh*

Graver slides back out of the ring, this time pulling Loon with him. He drags the young daredevil over to the announce table…

TM: Aw, crap. I hate it when they come over here…

… and BASHES his head into the hutch!

JH: Dammit, next thing you know they’re gonna start tearing up cables and pulling out monitors… it’s not even the main event yet!

Graver grabs Loon by the hair and raises his face off the hutch before SM--NO! Loon ELBOWS Graver in the nose and CRACKS his face against the table! Graver flops back, and Loon ropes his arm for a HARD Irish whip into the apron! Graver arches his back and cries out in pain, dropping to his knees, which is perfect placement for a Loon-flavored DROPSAULT!

JH: Smashing! Loon just went from nothing doing to kicking arse in 2.5 seconds.

TM: Wow, Hitchen. Your puns are SO clever.

Graver hit’s the floor and Loon takes the opportunity to drag a table out from underneath the ring. He pops it open and sets up the legs, locking the supports before putting it down.

TM: I don’t like where this is going…

JH: Because garbage wrestling is crap?

TM: No! Because it’s LOON doing it! COME ON, Graver!

Loon wrangles his opponent into a front chancerie, but Graver starts fighting back with a series of STRONG punches to the kidneys! Loon struggles into a different angle on the hold, running forward and DROPPING Graver’s face into the protective mats with a bulldog!

JH: Loon’s really showing the offense, here!

Loon pulls Graver up once more, this time more quickly dragging him by the hair onto the table at ringside. He lays the Reject flat before sliding back into the ring.

TM: Great. NOW what the hell’s he doing?

Loon takes the chair formerly used to cave his head in and sets it up next to the ropes. He runs to the opposite side as the few hardcore marks in the audience begin cheering, rebounds off the ropes, steps up off the chair and does a 180 before planting both feet on the top rope AND SPRINGING OFF WITH A SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!!!









…. THAT TASTES NOTHING BUT TABLE!!!

JH: Good lord! Loon really went for it and lost it all, there!

TM: HA! Your’e damn right! Loon’s got nothing but pieces of table and pain surrounding him now! I KNEW Graver was too smart for that!

The crowd continues to chant for Loon’s awesomeness, a prevalent “EN-GEE-EYE-DUB! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP*” resounding through the arena. Graver waves the fans off, which makes them changes their chants into “LOON! LOON! LOON! LOON!” Graver delivers a deuce to the crowd, who boo him, and then sets about his work.

JH: Graver not getting a positive reaction from the fans…

TM: When has he ever?

JH: Madison Square Garden.

TM: Besides then. The fans just don’t understand or respect the awesomocity of Graver.

JH: Well, “Mr. Awesomocity” has been dominated most of this match.

TM: Yeah, and he’s just about to make his turnaround, so NYAH!

Indeed, it seems Graver is pulling out all the proverbial stops on this one. He pulls out from under the ring a familiar-looking duffel bag and unzips it.

JH: Good lord, what could he be going for now?

Graver removes from said bag a six pack of bottled beer and one of those long lighters. He flicks it at the timekeeper a few times, threatening to singe his hair if he doesn’t give up his chair. When relinquished, Graver takes it, turns it backward and sets down in it, watching Loon begin to rouse from the rubble of his ill judgment.

JH: What in the HELL is he doing?

TM: Sittin’ back and enjoyin’ a brew! Jeeze, Hitchen.

But Graver has yet to sample his beer, having only popped the top off and sniffed it, smiling afterward. He flicks the lighter a few times at Loon, burning small holes in his clothes here and there until the Loon finally snaps out of whatever dream street he was in. Anger hits his face and he stumbles to stand, Graver taking a deep swig of beverage before SPITTING A MOUTHFUL IN LOON’S FACE!!

JH: All that!? All that wasted opportunity, all to just spit in Loon’s face while he’s awake enough to feel it!?

TM: Uh… I dunno about you, Hitchen, but I don’t smell alcohol…

Loon balks and starts wiping the liquid from his countenance, eyes squinted shut and unable to see Graver prod him in the cheek with the lighter before flickering it to life.

[align=center]FWOOSH![/align]

TM: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

JH: DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN, LOON’S FACE IS ON FIRE!!!

TM: I KNEW IT!! I KNEW IT DIDN’T SMELL LIKE BEER!!

Loon SCREAMS a Wilhelm scream as he bats at his own face, trying to subdue the flames, when SUDDENLY, out of the crowd bursts Sam Kinloch with a fire extinguisher!

TM: What the fuck is SHE doing here!?

She turns it onto Loon’s face, dousing the flames in cold, cold foam before BASHING THE CANISTER OVER LOON’S HEAD!!

JH: GOOD LORD!! This is wrong! This is illegal! Do something, Michaela!

TM: She CAN’T, you idiot! This is a no-disqualification match! Anything goes, and this invasion by Sam is perfectly legal!

Graver doesn’t seem to be on Sam’s side either, looking shifty-eyed and brandishing his chair in self-defense. He takes a swing toward her, but Sam just smirks a Sam-y smirk and retreats up the ramp, extinguisher in hand. Graver watches her go and sighs, shaking his head. He stomps over to Michael Anderson and grabs a mic.

Graver: This is NOT what I meant when I wanted this match no-DQ, goddammit!

Some of the fans boo, just because Graver is talking, but most of them cheer ‘cuz they’re tired of all these dodgy finishes.

Graver: That’s the SECOND week in a row you two’s little fucking schoolgirl rivalry has fucked with MY business! All I wanna do is PROVE to you people that I’M the it guy! I’M the Fighting Spirit Champion! I’M THE GREATEST, DAMMIT!!

JH: Wow, Graver is SEETHING!

TM: Well, wouldn’t you be, Hitchen? Two of his victories stolen from him by interference!

JH: Actually, I think you’ll find Sam was the one who almost won last week.

TM: Yeah, well, semantics.

Graver: What I want is a WORTHY opponent. A fucking CHALLENGE!! I’m tired of all these diaper-draggin’ poseurs ruining MY SHIT. So y’know what, I’m layin’ down another Fighting Spirit Championship challenge! And it’s goin’ out to the guy who WHOOPED YOUR ASS tonight, SAM! If he can beat Sam like that, and Sam’s beat Loon like she’s done, well I guess that makes him the only guy on this roster worthy of challenging me!

The crowd cheers, knowing precisely who he’s talking about.

Graver: ROB STORM!! Next week! You and me, one on one, IN THAT RING!

He points as the cheers mount.

Graver: You just got yourself a Fighting Spirit Championship shot, slap-ass! So you better lace up your fucking boots and be ready to tussle, buster!

Graver drops the mic and spits a loogie on Loon’s unconscious form as his music hits and he makes his way to the back.

JH: Incredible! On his returning night, Rob Storm has earned himself a Fighting Spirit Championship shot!

TM: What the hell!? That asshole’s barely out of the gate and he gets a shot when deserving people like Alex Evans are left by the wayside!? How fair is that!?

JH: I’ll remind you it’s Graver’s decision, Thomas. I’m just curious how this is gonna play out...

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

MA: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FIW Tag Team Championship!

[align=center]The house lights fade to complete darkness as the sound of a church organ rises up through the sound system. An ominous red glow seems to build over the stage as smoke starts to pour out and the beat of drums and hum of guitars picks up. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as two figures seem to rise up through the smoke to the opening tune of Rob Zombie’s “Return of the Phantom Stranger”. They’re quickly revealed to be Swytch, with his protégé Kennedy holding on closer than a protégé should be.

Shape shifting high and a haunted eye
Falling plastic and paper demons
No trace of time, I'm branded sly
I am your ghost master baby, free me


Once the lift brings the duo fully level with the stage, Swytch takes off towards the ring, wading through the smoke as Kennedy follows close behind. Staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin as he treads down the walkway to the ring, clinging desperately to his Dual Crown belts. He steps along the apron to the corner where he climbs to the second turnbuckle while Kennedy steps over the middle rope to enter the ring. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle, his eyes constantly moving until they settle on Kennedy in the ring.

All you know, is alone
You see a, Phantom Stranger
Down you go, all alone
You love my, Phantom Stranger


Stepping over the ropes, Swytch drops into the ring and walks right up on Kennedy, staring down into her eyes with unrelenting intensity. Swytch holds his titles out to the side, submitting willfully as Kennedy grabs the end of his chain, sliding her other hand up it’s length, staring back into his forceful gaze. Their lips tease a kiss before they pull apart, the chain now in Kennedy’s possession. Swytch grudgingly relinquishes the title belts to the referee while Kennedy departs to ringside as the haunting rhythm of ‘Phantom Stranger’ fade out.[/align]

MA: Introducing first, at a combined weight of three hundred and sixty-five pounds… the team of KENNEDY and the Dual Crown Champion SSWWWYYYTTTCCHHH!!

JH: Swytch and Kennedy certainly have the advantage going into this match, you’d have to say.

TM: Absolutely. Both have pinfall victories over Carl Lucas and they’re certainly a more cohesive unit than Carl and the skull cowboy.

JH: Although Carl and cowboy were successful in taking the titles from Slam. So you never know.

TM: They definitely have the strength advantage. But the problem becomes, can they catch Swytch and Kennedy?

[align=center]"Hey amigos . . ."[/align]

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

MA: And introducing the FIW Tag Team Champions, first-- from Angel Fire, New Mexico; weighing in at three hundred and forty-nine pounds… THE SSKKKUUULLL COOOOWWWBBOOOOYYY!!

TM: Wow. Three hundred and forty-nine pounds. Alone cowboy almost out-weights the team of Swytch and Kennedy.

JH: You said it, Thomas. The champions will have the strength advantage tonight. But Swytch and Kennedy have built their careers around defying those advantages against them. Swytch, our current Dual Crown Champion. Kennedy, a former Dual Crown Champion.

TM: And cowboy is hoping to one day become the Dual Crown Champion. Or at least that’s what I gathered from him wanting to solidify his tag team reign against former Dual Crown Champions.

JH: Surely everyone has their eyes on the Dual Crown Championship. I know everyone in tonight’s main-event does.

“Hey Now” hits the speakers and the crowd explode for their favorite silent giant. Strobes search the auditorium before returning to the entranceway to pick out his massive silhouette cast against the entrance.

[align=center]I'm a menace to society baby
The police wanna relocate me
They running with gun up but they can't fade me
They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy
I ride one in the chamber, gun on cock
'6-tre Chevrolet rollin without no top
Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop
California to Virginia Timmy making it hot
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He steps forward onto the walkway, his title belt sparkling under the house lights, his eyes focused completely on the ring as he begins his trek toward the ring, remaining as stoic as ever.

[align=center]Taking long rides in the G4 plane
X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane
Yeah! Got the world saying my name
I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig
X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners
Phantom platinum grill
X be the life of the party, c'mon!
Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody
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As the chorus kicks in the Cajun reaches the ring, stepping in over the top rope. He removes his strap and hands it to the ref before walking across the ring, grabbing a hold of the top set of cables and tugging at them as if to test their integrity. Seemingly happy they can hold his weight, Carl turns his attention on the twosome in the opposite corner, awaiting the start of the match.

MA: And finally, weighing in at three hundred and thirty-eight pounds; from New Orleans, Louisiana; he completes the FIW Tag Team Champions… CARLLL LLLLUUUCCCAASSS!!!

JH: Carl has got to be looking for payback tonight.

TM: For what? It’s not Swytch and Kennedy’s fault they exposed Carl’s pathetic life to everyone.

JH: For what? He was cheated out of two matches in the past two weeks! I’m not loving his chances tonight now that Swytch and Kennedy are both legal. And cowboy wasn’t much help for Carl last week.

TM: But cowboy’s title is on the line tonight. He wouldn’t give himself a loss.

The teams converse in their corners… err, Swytch and Kennedy converse in their corner. Carl and cowboy do what they usually do. And that’s nothing. Carl remains silent, unlike his number 1 fan earlier in the week. Cowboy stares into his opponents. Finally Kennedy exits onto the apron and Carl selects himself to start for his team. Cowboy accepts this and exits to the apron.

DING-DING

JH: Looks like we’re gonna be starting with the Dual Crown Champion and the silent giant.

TM: Just a replay of two weeks ago. Carl doesn’t stand a chance.

The two men stare one another down before moving in for the standard collar and elbow tie-up. The two champs immediately begin lobbying for the advantage and Swytch puts up a hell of a fight against the three hundred pounder but it’s all for naught as Carl powers Swytch back into the corner. TC is right there to command a break in the ropes. Carl abides by the rules and gets a thumb to the eye for his troubles! Swytch grabs Carl by his big head and switches places, throwing the big man into the turnbuckle. Swytch opens up a can of whoop-ass, blasting Carl in the face, chest, gut, ribs, anywhere he can land a hit.

JH: Swytch starting off with an unfair advantage. I’m not surprised.

TM: It was just a thumb to the eye. If Ric Flair did it, you’d mark out.

Swytch finally backs out of the corner after much encouragement from Tony Clarke. However, Swytch drags Carl out of the corner with him, refusing to let up on his opponent. Swytch plants a toe kick into Carl’s stomach and then sprints off the ropes CRACKING a knee upside Carl’s head! Swytch immediately moves to the corner and tags Kennedy’s outstretched hand. Kennedy climbs up to the top rope, calling Carl up to his feet.

JH: A tag to Kennedy. I have to say I’m surprised by that.

TM: Why do you say that? Just because Kennedy’s a girl? You think she can’t hang with Carl and cowboy? She’s the awesomest girl wrestler ever, Jonathan! She’s like Buffy, Sydney and Elektra all rolled into one.

JH: Steal your material from children now, Thomas? That’s pathetic, really. Kennedy’s up top.

TM: Where she belongs. On top.

Carl returns to his feet only to find Kennedy leaping off the top rope and onto his shoulders! She whips her body around, driving Carl’s head into the canvas with a hurracanrana! Kennedy gets back to her feet just in time to see cowboy reach over the top rope and tag himself into the match. No intimidation, Kennedy remains in the ring, calling cowboy to bring it in. Cowboy does just that. The two circle one another before moving in. Kennedy ducks under an attempted strike from cowboy only to take a back elbow to the face! Cowboy whips her off the ropes and takes a clothesline from Kennedy! But it doesn’t even move the cowboy.

TM: Clothesline attempt!

JH: Isn’t it called a lariat?

TM: No. Both are acceptable. It’s people like you that are confusing the youths of this nation.

JH: Regardless, it had no effect on the cowboy.

Kennedy stares up at cowboy, stunned with her failure to take the monster down. She runs off the ropes once again and is SLAMMED INTO THE CANVAS BY A POWERSLAM! Cowboy stays in position and hooks the leg!


[align=center]One!


Two!!


Kick-out!
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Cowboy drags Kennedy up by the hair only to DROP HER WITH A SHORT-ARM LARIAT! Cowboy places his boot on Kennedy’s chin and slides the sole across her face! Tony Clarke frowns upon this but can’t seem to find it entirely illegal. Cowboy drags the woman back up and throws her back-first into the turnbuckle! He backs off just enough to get a running start and DRIVES HIS OWN KNEE INTO THE TURNBUCKLE AS KENNEDY MOVES ASIDE! Kennedy follows up, kicking cowboy’s legs out from under him! She immediately springboards off the middle rope, leaping to sit on the adjacent top cord and MOONSAULTS ONTO COWBOY!!!


[align=center]One!


Tw--Kick-out!
[/align]


JH: Cowboy powered out of that count before the two!

TM: It’s gonna take a little more than a moonsault to keep this guy down, that’s for sure.

Both get to their feet and Kennedy attempts to maintain the advantage by firing right hands upside the skull masked face of the cowboy! He no-sells each and every strike from the woman so she changes her tactic and grabs his wrist to whip him into the opposite corner! Cowboy doesn’t move an inch though, despite all of Kennedy’s tugging! Cowboy drags her chest-first into the turnbuckle behind himself! Cowboy grabs Kennedy in a rear waistlock and LAUNCHES HER OVER HIS HEAD WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!

JH: Good God! The skull cowboy just folded Kennedy up with that release German suplex!

TM: And Swytch is starting to get a little agitated on the apron.

JH: I wonder if Kennedy’s not progressing well enough in his teachings.

TM: Give her time, Jonathan! She’s not gonna learn everything overnight. Despite the fact she’s so awesome!

JH: Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, Thomas.

Cowboy stares out over the crowd, who are apparently cheering the fact that he’s tossing Kennedy around like a rag doll. But we don’t know if he likes being cheered or not ‘cuz we still can’t see his expression. He drags Kennedy up by a handful of her hair and punches her hard in the chest! He grabs her by the wrist and whips her into the opposite corner. Again he runs in and GETS A BOOT TO THE FACE! Kennedy immediately spins around and climbs to the top rope MOONSAULTING BACK ONTO COWBOY!!! But he catches her on his shoulder! Cowboy turns back to the center of the ring and SWYTCH SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE, DROPKICKING COWBOY IN THE CHEST AND ASSISTING KENNEDY INTO A REVERSE DDT ON COWBOY!!! (Good God that’s a lot of caps!)

JH: A missile dropkick from Swytch into a Reverse DDT from Kennedy! Nice team work from the challengers!

TM: I told you they’d have both the speed and partnership advantage! And they just showed it!

Swytch exits back onto the apron after ushering from Tony Clarke. But it doesn’t last long as Kennedy pushes TC aside and tags Swytch into the match. Both drag cowboy back up to his feet and whip him off the ropes! He rebounds into a double drop toehold from the duo! Both jump back to their feet and FLIP IN UNISON! Kennedy drops a leg across the back of cowboy’s neck as Swytch lands a standing senton bomb across cowboy’s back!

TM: Look at that! That was nice!

JH: Athletic offense from the challengers. It’s not fair but like you said, two of them nearly equal one of their opponents. They’re playing smart.

Kennedy exits onto the apron, with TC glaring at her disapprovingly before he realizes Swytch has flipped cowboy over and is making the cover. TC drops to the mat and makes the count!


[align=center]One!


Two!!


Thr--Kick-Out by cowboy!
[/align]


Swytch wastes no time complaining about the near fall and mounts the cowboy, bashing him in the face with a flurry of elbow strikes! Swytch maneuvers himself to the side of cowboy, halting the strikes just long enough to CRACK a knee upside cowboy’s skull.

TM: Wow. Who pissed Swytch off?

JH: He has been really aggressive thus far in this contest. I don’t know if he wants to win the Tag Team Titles this bad or what his motive is.

TM: Three words: Live sex celebration.

JH: Grow up.

Swytch drags cowboy up to his feet, driving knees into the man’s face and ribs as he does so. Once he’s got his opponent standing, Swytch runs off the ropes and BARRELS INTO HIM WITH A LARIAT!!! But cowboy just stumbles back a step, looking down at Swytch. Swytch runs off the ropes again and HITS ANOTHER LARIAT!!! That cowboy once again doesn’t go down because of.

JH: Swytch trying the same route Kennedy tried earlier. It obviously isn’t going any better for the Dual Crown Champion.

TM: Wow. I guess Lil cowboy was right. He’s probably telling Swytch right now “you can’t hurt me, essa.”

JH: He doesn’t say essa! Does he?

TM: *shrugs* Beats me.

Swytch just grits his teeth and runs off the ropes one more time! But cowboy ducks down and GETS A KNEE UPSIDE HIS HEAD AGAIN!!! Cowboy crumbles to the mat, grabbing the side of his skull (mask) where Swytch lodged his knee just moments ago. Swytch doesn’t hesitate, stomping down on cowboy’s head, neck, ribs, anything to cause damage!

TM: Haha! That’s one way to get cowboy down!

JH: It looked like cowboy was preparing to counter much like he did with Kennedy earlier but Swytch anticipated it!

Swytch backs off the ropes, deliberately driving a back elbow into Carl’s face before dropping his knee across cowboy’s sternum! Carl responds as most large, angry black men would… he tears into the ring! …and gets cut off by Tony Clarke. Swytch ignores Carl, well aware he’s contained, and drags cowboy up. He locks the skull mask-wearing man in a front facelock and unleashes an assault of knees to the sternum!

TM: Swytch is really working over the cowboy in this match!

JH: Thanks in large part to the double team from himself and Kennedy to get the big man down.

TM: And Carl’s having a shouting match… oh, that’s just Tony Clarke shouting.

Carl grudgingly goes back onto the apron as cowboy remains helpless against Swytch’s onslaught. No! Cowboy forces himself upright and THROWS SWYTCH OVER WITH A SHOULDER TOSS!! Cowboy stumbles backwards, right into a blind tag from the anxious Carl! Carl tears into the ring, downing Swytch with a HUGE LARIAT as he attempts to reclaim his feet! Carl doesn’t wait for Swytch to recover and drags the champ up by the throat, THROWING HIM ACROSS THE RING!

JH: Hot tag by Carl and now he’s all over the Dual Crown Champion!

TM: Only after cowboy took him down! How fair is that?

JH: As fair as Swytch and Kennedy double-teaming cowboy!

Swytch climbs to his feet in the turnbuckle ONLY TO GET SQUASHED BY A SPLASH FROM CARL! Carl lifts the champ off his feet with an impressive gorilla press! He walks into the center of the ring with the 230 pound man above his head AND DROPS HIM WITH A SAMOAN DROP!!!

JH: Carl just took Swytch down to Old Town!

TM: But look out!

Carl does look out as Kennedy comes flying off the top rope with a crossbody! Carl catches her and maneuvers her into a gorilla press! He steps forward, letting Kennedy drop allll the way back down to the canvas!

TM: Carl’s cleaning house! He’s taking out both challengers single-handedly!

JH: He’s got a lot of motivation for this match!

Carl spots Swytch using the ropes to get back to his feet and runs in GETTING LOW BRIDGED BY SWYTCH! Carl splats to the mats at ringside and immediately forces himself back to his feet! Swytch vaults himself over the top rope and GETS CAUGHT BY CARL!!

JH: Swytch went for a plancha and Carl caught him!

TM: He should join a baseball team! He’s a catching machine.

Carl prepares to throw Swytch back into the ring when KENNEDY FLIES THROUGH THE ROPES AND TAKES ALL THREE OF THEM DOWN WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!

TM: Everyone’s down now!

JH: Cowboy’s still trying to gather himself in his corner while Kennedy just took down both legal participants!

Swytch manages to claw his way out of the pile and back to his feet first. He drags up the big man and tosses him back into the ring before following in behind him. Carl gets up to his feet but finds himself caught in a waistlock from Swytch! Carl wraps his leg around Swytch’s foot to keep himself secured but Swytch has no intentions of attempting a German suplex on the big man. Instead, Swytch CRACKS CARL IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL WITH HIS OWN FOREHEAD!

TM: Oh my God! Swytch just headbutted the back of Carl’s head! That has to hurt Swytch just as much as Carl!

JH: Maybe more!

Regardless of that fact, Swytch continues to drive his forehead into the back of Carl’s noggin, growling viciously with every cracking blow! Eventually Carl slumps to the mat on Swytch’s release. Swytch cracks his neck as blood begins to pour down his forehead, to no acknowledgement from the champ.

TM: Swytch made himself bleed!

JH: And he’s not even aware of it! That or he doesn’t care!

Swytch drags Carl back up to his feet, locking him up in an inverted facelock. Swytch looks out among the crowd, his eyes settling on Kennedy as she makes it back onto the apron. Blood pours down his face as he SNAPS BACK AND DROPS THE BACK OF CARL’S SKULL INTO THE CANVAS!!! Swytch immediately covers, staring up into Kennedy’s eyes as TC counts!


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!!





NOOO!!!
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JH: Cowboy breaks up the count!

TM: That was what Swytch was headbutting the back of Carl’s head for! Setting him up for the Mind Fuck!

JH: It’s not often anyone kicks out of that but thanks to cowboy, the titles are safe for the time being!

Cowboy drags Swytch off of Carl before calmly stepping back out onto the apron. Swytch sits up on his knees and snarls back at cowboy but neither man advances on the other. Swytch bounds back to his feet and tags in his sexy protégé (what? I can call her sexy if I want!) Kennedy climbs back up to the top, MOONSAULTING BACK ONTO CARL’S CHEST!!!


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!!!



NOOO!!! KICK-OUT!!!
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Swytch keeps his eyes locked on cowboy, who’s black sockets remain on the attempted pinfall that he seemingly knew he didn’t have to break up. Swytch finally exits out onto the apron as Kennedy gets back up to her feet. She stomps down on Carl a few times before moving back to the turnbuckle and climbing up to the second rope. She leaps into the air and DROPS HER ASS ON NOTHING BUT CANVAS AS CARL AVOIDS THE LEG DROP!!!

JH: Leg drop attempt missed by Kennedy! This gives Carl a chance here!

TM: If he can recover before Kennedy!

Carl does indeed not recover immediately. He gets to one knee, using the ropes to steady himself as he holds a hand against the back of his head with a grimace on his face. He shakes it off and makes his way over to Kennedy, picking her up with ease and DROPPING HER BACK-FIRST ACROSS HIS KNEE! He doesn’t release her, lifting her back up and DROPPING HER ACROSS HIS KNEE AGAIN! One more time he lifts her up and SHE LATCHES HER LEGS AROUND HIS HEAD, THROWING HIM OVER WITH A HEADSCISSORS!!!

JH: Nice counter to that backbreaker!

TM: That’s all you can say? Nice counter? Carl was trying to take apart her back and she dropped him on his head! That’s a supertastic impressive counter!

JH: It was nice, Thomas. Let’s just call what’s coming next.

TM: Don’t start acting like Joey Styles. That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen last night!

Both make it back up to their feet, Kennedy favoring her back and Carl favoring his head. But they both rush in, Kennedy ducking a lariat from Carl! She pulls him to face her and LEAPS HIGH ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AND GETS DROPPED WITH A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!!

JH: THE HARD GOODBYE! Out of nowhere! Out of nowhere Carl just hit his finisher!

TM: It’s gotta be over-- wait a minute!

JH: HEY!

Carl goes for the cover, to much complaint from Thomas and Jonathan apparently. Tony Clarke doesn’t hesitate to make the count!


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!






DING-DING-DING!!!!
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SWYTCH CRACKS A STEEL CHAIR ACROSS THE BACK OF CARL’S HEAD JUST BEFORE TONY CLARKE COUNTS THE THREE!! TC leaps to his feet and signals for the bell! Carl’s cover is broken up and Kennedy manages to roll out of harm’s way. Swytch cracks the chair over Carl’s back, causing the giant to arch it in agony!

JH: What the hell?! Swytch just screwed up this Tag Team title match!

TM: What the hell is right! Was Swytch just trying to save Kennedy’s neck or what?

JH: Is there something deeper between Carl and Swytch here? Something beyond these tag titles on the line tonight?

Carl fights up to his feet, holding his back with one hand and his head with the other. His eyes meet with the black nothingness of cowboy’s, who remains planted on the apron acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was even going on. Carl winces through the pain surging through his body and turns around RIGHT INTO A CHAIRSHOT TO THE FACE!!!

JH: NO! Dammit!

TM: Something deeper is a good question. Or is Swytch just fully snapped again?

JH: Again? When did he even unsnap? This man, our Dual Crown Champion, whether the fans love him or hate him is a dangerous man!

Swytch drops the chair to the canvas, dropping to his knees as he stares down at Carl’s lifeless body, blood continues to pour down his white face as he snarls quietly at the co-tag team champion. Kennedy, as shocked as everyone else, cautiously crawls over to Swytch, sitting next to him on the canvas as "Return of the Phantom Stranger" kicks on through the speakers.

JH: I hope the winner of tonight’s battle royal knows what they’re getting themselves into, Thomas.

TM: Hells yeah! I wouldn’t want to get in the ring with this guy!

JH: And what about the skull cowboy?! What kind of partner is he? Last week he watched Swytch and Kennedy waste Carl and tonight’s a repeat?

TM: He is strangely unbothered by the fact his tag team partner was just assaulted! But then again, he won the match and retained his title so… eh.

Tony Clarke shoves the Dual Crown titles in Swytch's direction, barely breaking the champion's gaze on Carl. TC points to the back and yells some unheard commands to an unlistening champion. Kennedy grabs Swytch by the arm and gets to her feet, tugging the champ up with her. She leads him out of the ring, Swytch's eyes never leaving Carl until they start up the walkway, disappearing behind the curtain. The skull cowboy drops off the apron, suddenly, politely taking the mic out of Michael Anderson's hand as "Return of the Phantom Stranger" fades out.

TM: Well, it looks like you're gonna get your wish, Hitchen. Cowboy's gonna explain himself.

JH: It's about damn time!

The cowboy slides back into the ring under the botom rope, rising up to his full height before moving over to the downed Carl. He makes a glance toward the entryway at the exiting opposition, then back down to his partner.

Skull Cowboy: I have been promising you... since last week... that I would reveal the identity of my target. Tonight is the night... now is the time. YOU!

Cowboy jerks his skull up suddenly and points an accusing finger towad the commentary table. The camera pans over to see Thomas diving out of the way as though lightning were going to fly out of it, and Hitchen sitting there, stone-faced.

Skull Cowboy: You wonder why I leave Carl to suffer... be punished under the wrath of those that would gang up on him, and cause him undue pain?

Cowboy looks back down at Carl, moving to stand above his milk-dud head.

Skull Cowboy: It's because YOU... Carl... are you IN THERE? Can you... HEAR... ME? It's because YOU have yet to make good... on our arrangement!

The cowboy nudges Carl's noggin disdainfully as he looks up to the murmuring crowd

Skull Cowboy: A month ago, at Anarchy in the UK... I offered Carl a deal. I would forget his wicked ways and leave him to go unpunished... even ALLY with him... if he were to bring me my target. Draw him out from the darkness wherein he dwells. Pull him into the light so that I may see his blood gleam on my fists as I CRUSH. HIS. SKULL.

The cowboy turns his head, scanning the crowd as he pauses his speech.

Skull Cowboy: It has been EXACTLY three weeks since that deal was made. Three weeks, and I've YET to recieve any payoff.

Cowboy stares back down at Carl, leaning almost into a crouch so they're nearly face to face.

Skull Cowboy: I have a message... for your former leader. I have a MESSAGE for your FORMER MASTER. I HAVE A MESSAGE... FOR STEFAN... WALLACE... AND IT WILL BE DELIVERED!!

The mic SQUEALS as cowboy PLUNGES his fist into Carl's chest. It doesn't seem to be broken, and neither for that matter, does Carl. Cowboy stands up, heaving with breath.

Skull Cowboy: ... I... apologize... ...

The crowd seems almost shocked at this... almost.

Skull Cowboy: But both myself and my master are growing VERY impatient. You DO NOT understand... the IMPORTANCE of his sssssssacrifice!

The cowboy heaves air in and out of his lungs for a space more, before slowing, calming.

Skull Cowboy: I... must... have... Stefan. I will do it... with your aid... or without.

With that, the hulking monster drops the mic on the canvas and stalks away from Carl, leaving the audience in wonder.

JH: What the... Thomas, get back in your seat and do your damn job!

TM: Stefan? This is all about Stefan?

JH: It would seem so. But who is cowboy's master? And what did he mean about a sacrifice?

TM: Maybe his master is Sam Kinloch. She's all about that black magic witchy crap.

The TNT camera cuts backstage into the locker room area, focusing on the locker room door which reads “Dante Coles” in gold. Quietly the door opens and Madison Lee walks out, looking quite pleased with whatever went on in there, once she shuts the door though a slight look of nervousness over takes her face. Her eyes dart about, scanning her surroundings just in case any one is near by, like a certain manager. Once it is clear she is all alone Madison lets out a sigh of relief and starts walking down the hall way, heading back towards her office. Despite all the chaos that’s been going on she appears relatively happy, then again visiting Dante Coles might have helped that. But like all good things, it comes to an end when she turns the corner to come face to face with Smarty Smark. Her expression tries to remain the same though it is obvious by now she is far from a mood where she wants to have to deal with him.

Madison: Holy hell! Will you just go away you fat nerd?

Smarty Smark: Whoa whoa whoa, let’s not do any thing rash now hag.

Madison: If by that you mean let's not have a group bathroom break, I'm all for it.

Smarty Smark: Okay, so perhaps my methods were a bit extreme but come on, it was all just harmless fun.

Madison: Nothing about you is harmless. The mere sight of you drives people to suicide attempts.

Smarty Smark: Hey, that’s no way to talk about yourself, chin up hag.

Playfully and lightly Smarty Smark knocks his fist against Madison’s cheek, smiling at her while she remains looking very unhappy at his presence. She rubs her eyes as she looks downward, sighing and mumbling to herself slightly.

Madison: Let's get this over with. Just tell me what you want so I can say no and we can all move on.

Smarty Smark: What do I want? You know what I want hag; it’s what I told you I wanted at the start of the night. Put Extreme Ninja #2 in the battle royal, give him the chance that is rightfully his. He didn’t disappoint last time after all, and he brought in ratings.

Madison: He got his ass knocked out. And for your information, that was the lowest rating Dual Crown Title match in the history of TNT. After Jim versus Elrick and Brad, of course.

Smarty frowns slightly and covers his mouth, fake coughing a bit.

Smarty Smark: That referee was a idiot, Ninja was clearly up at the count of nine, he screwed us.

Madison: Been thinking of that excuse all night, have you? It so happens that match was officiated by TNT's senior referee Tony Clarke.

Smarty Smark: So? Just because he is the senior referee that means he is suddenly the best referee on TNT?

Madison stares blankly at Smarty Smark, quite obviously blown away by the stupidity of the statement he just made.

Madison: You know what, Smarty. If it'll get you out of my sight then whatever. Ninja can be in the Battle Royal.

Smarty Smark: Really? Sweet!

Madison: But don't come whining to me when he's thrown from the ring cleanly. Much like when Swytch knocked him out. Shoo, now.

Smarty Smark: Right, I’ll go get him, I knew there was some logical intelligence in that dome of yours some where.

TNT’s GM’s eyes widen to the size of tennis balls when Smarty Smark grabs her, pulling her in and kissing her on the cheek. He quickly runs off as Madison squirms in disgust and wipes at her cheek viciously, while down the hall Smarty spits and tries to wipe his lips.

Madison: Yuck! You better run! I oughta change my mind just for that torture!

She continues to wipe and rub her cheek as she walks off, the camera cutting back to ringside for the start of the battle royal.

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JH: And now ladies and gentlemen it’s time for the main event, where we’ll see just who will go on to face that monster of a champion at Summer of Sin.

TM: Hey, remember last year when Maclay nearly killed Swytch?

JH: Yes?

TM: That’s happening this year too, except it’s going to be Ninja, Funky Bunch are going all the way buck-o.

JH: Oh brother.

TM: Don’t be looking at me when the Dual Crown Ninja merch flies off the shelves.

MA: The following contest is a six-person elimination style battle royal, with a one hour time limit. The winner of this match shall be named the number one contender to the Dual Crown Championship, currently held by Swytch, and will face him in a contest at the FIW event Summer of Sin with the championships being defended, your officials for this contest are Logan Black and Michaela Menendez.

With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the TNTtron and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the stage and starting to move down the ramp. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the sides of the elevated ramp where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like the religious worshipper before their God.

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

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


TM: And Ninja is for sure dumping this guy over the top rope as soon as they see each other.

JH: I think Smarty Smark might have bitten off more than his client can chew in this match with men like Ragin’ and Dante, and Onikage who are by no means little men.

TM: Yeah, and the Cajun and Kailey are in some troublesome waters too.

JH: I wouldn’t say that, while Remy lacks the muscle that the other fore mentioned men have, he certainly isn’t short, as he’s as tall as Onikage. Also he’s shown that he can defeat opponents no matter what their size, and that he can win gold. Kailey can be a dangerous element in a match if she sets her mind to it, and it is pretty apparent she is looking for some vengeance on our beloved demented duo.

“Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance…
[align=center]“Coming around my senses torn
Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed
As long as you see it as long as you know
As long as you fake it nobody knows”
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The silent giant, Carl Lucas steps out behind him, shadowing him with that stoic, unwavering expression that he’s made his trademark as the two make their way along the raised walkway. Remy takes in the sights and sounds before reaching the ring and stepping through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation.
[align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering
My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”
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Carl moves to a neutral position at ringside as Remy drops down from his perch and turns to face the entranceway. He warms up, stretching his legs, cracking his neck from side to side and checking the tape around his wrists as he waits for the start of the match.

JH: It’s crystal clear that what rests in Remy Barteaux’s eyes is determination to once again be called champion.

TM: Then he should lose some weight and try to see if April’ll give him her belt.

JH: I think Remy is eventually, if not tonight, going to get his chance at either the Ultimate Endurance or Dual Crown titles.

TM: Oh yeah? And I think that Graver is just too awesome for Remy to even manage to get the belt back from, that skull guy is too big for him to get the belt back from, and Dante and Swytch are too far out of his league for him to get either.

A soft yet tune begins to play over the P.A. system as a man’s voice rings out…

[align=center]”Journey with me
Into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer”[/align]


The once soft tune is replaced by a guitar playing over the P.A. system as the Ton springs to life with the words that read “Your Straight Edge Savior”. Slowly the lights shift to a soft and light shade of blue, giving the arena almost a heavenly glow.

[align=center] Can't you see I feel your pain?
I've got Jesus running through my veins
In this hopeless life that's turned on you
Give yourself to me, I'll help you through
I feed off your unanswered fear
When visions of life's end appear
Hand over your will and then you'll see
Now get on your knees and worship me[/align]


A few darker blue strobe lights scan across the fans in attendance as clouds of smoke appears seemingly out of nowhere and covers every inch of the arena. Suddenly quite a few fans start to jeer as the strobe lights all at once move towards one single area in the crowd.

[align=center] Worship me
On your knees
Worship me [/align]


Various clips of Onikage’s matches through out his FIW career show on the big screen. Mean while the row of fans near the exit on the right side of the arena facing the ring start to go crazy as security starts to run up to them. The reason why becomes apparent when a figure steps out from the exit, his long dark hair hiding his face from the cameras and fans.

[align=center] In this world when at it's best
Of never ending hate and death
Abandon all and trust in me
Escaping from reality
My world it has no space or time
The crippled walk and the sick feel fine
Hand over your will and then you'll see
Now get on your knees and worship me[/align]


Several figures appear behind this man and look some what younger than him as they sport black TNT t-shirts. Whipping his head back the man’s hair flies out of his face and reveals the leather mask all too familiar to the FIW audience. The self-proclaimed Straight Edge Savior lifts his arms up to above his shoulders and is showered with jeers. Satisfied with the reaction from the crowd Onikage drops his arms and casually walks down the steps of the arena towards the bottom level of the seats, his pupils are right behind him.

[align=center] Worship me
On your knees
Worship me
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Onikage reaches the bottom level and now the fans are right in the masked man’s face, throwing insults his way. The students try to keep the fans at bay while JJ walks ahead of Onikage, creating a path for him. He pauses when at the barricade for a single moment, looking out at the fans one last time before JJ and he hop over the guard rail. The other students aren’t far behind as they shortly hop the guard rail too.

[align=center] Beyond this wall of life unknown
I'll lead you where you need to go
Void of worry, stress and pain
Left with nothing but your name
We've washed your brain and cleansed your soul
Till' nothing's all you need to know
Hand over your will and then you'll see
Now get on your knees and worship me [/align]


To the delight of none of the fans in the entire arena Onikage walks around ringside as JJ and his students take a seat on the outside. Swiftly Onikage slides into the ring and rolls right up onto his knees while he unzips his wind breaker and throws it off of himself. Allowing his arms to fall limp against the canvas Onikage stares up at the ceiling of the arena and nods his head to the line “Now get on your knees and worship me”. Once the music fades Onikage pushes himself up to his feet and awaits the match to begin as the lights return to normal.

TM: And Onikage returns in style, with a brand spankin’ new entrance.

JH: He certainly could use this win, after getting his bum turned bright red by Jim all over the United Kingdom.

TM: Whoa whoa whoa, yeah, Jim beat him in that match, but Onikage clearly won the war. Which one is the one that retired? Which one is the one that left? Which one is the one that ran away?

JH: I don’t think Jim “ran away” as you put it but none the less Onikage is one to look out for in this match.

"Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd before moving to her corner to psyche up.

JH: And here she is, Nashville’s most loveable gal.

TM: Mmmhmmmm…I could watch her in those chaps all da-I mean! Kailey isn’t going any where but over the top rope and face first to the floor.

JH: You do realize that she did technically out last Dante and Ragin’ in the Double Jeopardy match and nearly defeated Swytch, right?

TM: Luck was all it was, besides the referee screwed Dante, it was as clear as day. Bet Madison had that referee fired.

The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a frenzy. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage with his championship in hand. The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Reaching the ring apron he walks to the corner then climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arm and championship belt up to the roaring crowd. Dante hops into the ring and hands the title off to the ref, then waits for the match to start.

TM: This is the guy that is going to reach redemption when he tosses all these other guys out of here and takes the Dual Crown titles away from Swytch.

JH: What about Ninja?

TM: It’s obvious that Dante and Ninja have a plan to pull a Rock/Big Show where they eliminate each other at the same time, taking turns beating on Swytch at Summer of Sin.

JH: With the…interesting relationship Smarty and Maddy have, some thing makes me doubt that plan.

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

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

“Damn I wish I could be a Ninja"

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

JH: While this is the second biggest chance of Ninja’s young career to make an impact I fear for his safety.

TM: Extreme Ninja #2 is a Ninja, Ninja’s are deadly killing machines. Why worry about him?

JH: Because Kailey could even if she put her mind to it toss him around like he was a chew toy.

TM: Oh, good point I guess, but Ninja’s never-say-die attitude will help pull him through this!


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


Upon the sound of the bell Dante, Kailey, Ninja and Remy and Ragin’ all start looking around at one another, while silently and unnoticed by the rest Onikage leans back in a corner, even sitting down on top of the second buckle. Extreme Ninja #2 picks up his sign and scribbles some thing on it before tossing the marker to the side, Remy and Ragin’ who are the nearest to one another and Ninja look at each other with a slight mixture of amusement and disbelief. Proudly EN #2 stomps forward towards the center of the ring and holds up his sign, holding it high up over his head, so all the wrestlers and those in attendance can see what he’s written. The words “Ninja’s in it to win it!” are in bold letters on it, Dante and Ragin’ try to hold back their snickers as Remy and Kailey look at Ninja shaking their heads, suddenly Extreme Ninja #2 charges right at Remy and Ragin’, looking to take both men down with a lariat, but instead the duo works as a make-shift team double hip tossing Ninja right over the top rope. But to the amazement of every one Extreme Ninja #2 in mid-air manages to flip, landing on his feet on the apron, Kailey applauds politely as Ninja gives her the thumbs up, right before his masked face eats a whole lot of Dante’s forearm that Coles reared back, sending Ninja flying off of the apron and flying right over the barricade into the front row, taking down quite a few fans with him!

TM: Erm…or not maybe…

JH: Well that was quicker than I expected.


MA: Extreme Ninja #2 has been ELIMINATED~!


TM: Darn it, no booze money tonight either, three weeks dry! Damn it Dante!

JH: I think this match is a bit more important than whether or not Smarty pays you money to get you some alcohol.

Seems Ragin’ though isn’t happy about Dante’s assistance, shoving the self proclaimed Icon and questioning him as to why he stole Ragin’s elimination, Dante pushes Ragin’ right back and gets right in his face, and then it happens, Ragin’ slaps Dante, and Dante quickly returns the favor with a slap of his own right across Ragin’s face, and before long the two have broken down into a brawl. Remy throws his hands up and brushes off the brawl going on beside him, turning around and walking right into a round house kick from Kailey, cracking him on the side of his head and leaving him staggering all over the place like he had too much to drink. At the blink of an eye Kailey snatches the dazed Remy’s hand, inter-twining their fingers together, she twirls in place twisting Remy’s arm in the process and brings her and his hands around her the small of her back, making the duo look a bit odd until she in mid-twirl steps over his arm with one leg, now making them just look awkward as his arm goes between her legs and to her back. She hops up just enough to allow her other leg to over step Remy’s arm, but in mid-hop and mid-step Kailey cracks the other side of Remy’s face with her foot in a jumping round house kick fashion, Barteaux’s body tries to fall to the canvas but Kailey keeps her hold of his twisted arm, turning so she is facing the side of it and bringing their hands out from behind her back, she lifts up her right leg before she viciously slams it down against Remy’s arm with an axe kick and quickly lets go of his hand afterwards. On the other side of the ring to the audience of the fans and Onikage, whose still sitting in the corner peacefully bidding his time, Dante and Ragin’ continue to trade blows with one another, forearms, punches, chops and even more slaps and yet neither man is willing to lose their footing, both of their faces start to show signs of bruising as with each blow their heads jerk violently about.

JH: Kailey brings some innovative offense to Remy, assaulting him with kicks from the land of the Rising Sun.

TM: Who cares about her fancy kicks?! Dante is pummeling Ragin’ to a pulp right now! This is great!

JH: Well by the look of it neither man has any real advantage, and both aren’t looking much better than a pulp.

TM: Bah it’s better than Kailey attacking the head and arm, setting up for a submission she can’t even use in the match to win!

With Remy on the ground, trying to crawl away to safety and thinking never to mess with another southern lady that wears chaps, Kailey lifts up her leg and arches the knee slightly, bringing it nearly to the point where it touches her chin, before thrusting downward and connecting with a thunderous thud to Remy’s neck, Kailey continues to perform the infamous Bruce Lee style “Dragon Stomp” attack with both her legs on Remy’s poor neck and back as he howls in pain. Seeing that in the near future this isn’t going any where Ragin’ tries to slide the deck towards him when he swings for a lariat, Dante ducks it and jabs his thumb right into the eye socket of Ragin’, even twisting it slightly, quickly retracting it before either referee notices, the big Russian screams out bloody murder while clutching at his eye and stumbling all over the place, groping for the ropes’ support as Natalya tries to get closer at the ringside area to her comrade. Dante grabs hold of Ragin’s shoulder to spin him around, but he can’t even do so as Ragin’ turns around and wildly throws not so much exactly punches, but more just his hands, any where in front of him, knocking Coles back a few paces, Ragin’ resembling in the ring as he staggers his way forward and attacks wildly with no real aim a wounded animal. Far from the wounded Ragin’ on the other side of the ring Kailey Lane continues her relentless abuse, which looks almost like some one put the River Dance on in slow-mo, except her releasing a martial arts cry with each stomp, after several minutes of the Dragon Stomp though Kailey finally stops, grabbing hold of Remy’s slightly twitching body and pushes his some what vertical body towards the ropes in a tackling style, she stands up straight after she gets him leaning against them and looks over Remy’s body and the ropes, plotting a means to get him over them, that is she was until she herself flies over the top rope and to the shock of the fans and herself falls butt first onto the ringside floor.

TM: Ha ha! Genius!

JH: What a no good, low down, slimy, under handed move!


MA: Kailey Lane has been ELIMINATED~!


TM: Onikage told her he was going to repay her from the embarrassment she put him through, I don’t know about you Hitchen, but I think that it was just repaid.

JH: The man sits out the beginning of the match and like a vulture swoops in and picks his spot!

Onikage smirks and waves mockingly at Kailey from inside the ring, the fans greeting him with what they thought of his sneak attack on her, and a roar like yell of anger from the other side of the ring tells him what Ragin’ thought of it too, as does Ragin’ barreling right at him like a bull. Ragin’ almost takes Onikage’s head off, mask and all, with a roaring elbow that clocks the former three time tag champ, dropping down to his knees Ragin’ grabs a handful of the masked oddity’s long hair and uses it to lift Onikage’s head up as he rapidly starts clubbing the sXe Savior’s masked face in with forearms. Mean while now that Ragin’s attention has turned else where, Dante is able to turn his attention to the man he has been gunning for, Remy Barteaux, who still leans limply against the ropes, where Dante greets him with a few tommy gun style punches to the kidneys and ribs, resulting in Remy coughing and hacking as he tries to clutch at the now sore area of his mid-section and shield it from the meanie Samoan. Dante grabs Remy by the front of the waist of his pants, opting to change after he’s pulled Remy forward and grabs Mister Barteaux’s arm, whipping him towards the opposite side of the ring, Dante takes a few steps forward before he bends down, getting ready for a Samoan drop, however when hurrying back towards the much larger and much more caramel opponent Remy hops up over Dante, landing on Dante’s back to be exact before he to the amazement of several fans and their camera flips in mid-air and hits a moonsault to Coles’ back, driving both men down towards the canvas.

JH: Super Remy-Sault! Super Remy-Sault! Holy cow!

TM: Dante’s poor back! Madison will have to pay thousands to get a massage that can properly fix that! Stupid lil’ Cajun with his flippity crap and moonshine, always trying to ruin things and make Dante look bad.

JH: Remy performs a version of one of his moves we’ve never seen and all you can do is complain about the massage Dante will have to take?

TM: It’s nothing special, let’s see him be innovative with being able to lock on his submission hold like Dante is and THEN I’ll be impressed.

Both the Samoan and the Cajun get to their feet at the same time, Dante leaves his feet as he delivers one nasty looking jumping back brain knee strike, landing in a kneeling position as Remy staggers about, the Cajun though regroups quick enough to charge right at Dante, scaling up his knee and body to hit a shining yakuza kick, sending both men back to the mat. On the topic of being down, Onikage isn’t in too fair of shape either, as Ragin’ continues his rampage of forearms and now punches against Onikage’s masked face, targeting more so the nose, all the while Natalya looks on rather unhappy as to what inspired this act of violence. Putting a period on his attack Ragin’ lifts up his arm as he arches it, he then proceeds to jam his elbow down as hard as he possibly can against Onikage’s nose, and just to have some thing to remember him by the Messiah of Rage roughly rubs his forearm against the mask that covers Onikage’s nose, twisting and turning Onikage’s nose under it before he throws Onikage’s head against the canvas and pushes himself up to his feet. Dante is the first of the two to get to their feet, holding his tender after the kick face, Remy isn’t far behind him to his feet though, but is met off with a snap kick to the mid-section by Dante, the Icon wraps one of his massive arms around Barteaux’s head and falls back, spiking Remy’s head on the canvas with a DDT before he kips up to his feet, Coles smirks arrogantly as he plays to the crowd, that is until Remy kips right back up too and stares down Dante, who nearly burns holes through Remy’s skull with the glare he has on his face.

TM: Yyyyyyyyaaaaa-crap. Remy shows just how dumb he is, he isn’t the one that kips up, Dante kips up, he stays on the mat with a sore head.

JH: Both men have to be careful as well, as Ragin’ is stalking their way and looks like his eye is still bugging him from Dante’s earlier attack on it.

TM: Well Ragin’ should take a ticket and wait in line, I mean Dante may be godly, but he likes to make his beatings have a personal touch, one on one, and it wouldn’t be fair to make both Remy and Ragin’ look like the shmucks they are if he beat them the same time.

JH: You certainly live in some wonderful fantasy land where Dante is some kind of tremendous super hero, too bad that more than likely it’ll be Ragin’ and Remy tossing him to the outside, maybe people with Rs in their names can be his weakness.

Ragin’ only takes a few steps forward though when a arm sweeps his legs right out from under him, sending the big Russian to the floor and allowing Onikage like a predator to leap up on top of him, fidgeting at blurring speeds with Ragin’ as the three time world champ tries to get out from under the masked freak. Despite Natalya’s protests Onikage continues his strange tactics as he snatches both of Ragin’s arms, rolling Ragin’ over onto his stomach under him, and locking in a sitting variation of the cobra clutch, arching back on it as the Russian menace roars out in a mixture of rage and pain, spit falling out of the larger man’s mouth with his cries of agony. The Icon of TNT and the Ragin’ Cajun stare each other down for several moments, Dante is the first to make a move as he rushes forward and tries to take off Remy’s head off with a flying lariat, however the Cajun ducks the lariat and allows the Samoan to slip right up onto his shoulders, with two hundred and fifty five pounds of extra weight on him Remy stumbles about for a few moments, he swings slightly as he lets go of Coles’ legs, which glide over onto the top rope and dangle there for a few moments, till Remy drops down to a sitting position, connecting with a rope assisted stunner, otherwise known as Cajun Spice. Sliding Dante’s body off of him Remy gets up to his feet, running to the opposite side of the ring, passing Onikage and Ragin’, and bouncing off of the ropes as Dante staggers up to his feet, shaking his head slightly before he comes face to face with Remy leaping into the air and giving him a face full of Remy’s crotch with a plancha, but to Remy’s horror Dante snatches hold of Remy’s pants and stays on his feet, he spins the two of them around and around until Remy’s face turns a light shade of green, and then drills Remy down against the canvas with a powerbomb, hitting the Fall from Grace!

JH: Thought Remy had the advantage swinging into his advantage with that Cajun Spice but Dante quickly turned the tables with a Fall from Grace!

TM: And on the other side of the ring Onikage is making that Russian piggie squirm with a cobra clutch!

JH: It is interesting that Onikage choose out of all of the submissions he seems to know that he choose a version of the cobra clutch, otherwise known as the Southern Discomfort by FIW fans.

TM: You look into things too much Hitchen, he is just weakening Ragin’s skull and spine for his finishers.

To a chorus of jeers Dante stands over Remy’s limp body, staring down at it with an intense look of annoyance, yanking a lock of Remy’s dirty blonde hair nearly out of his head Dante bring him to his feet, scooping him right up onto his shoulder as he jogs around the ring a little a bit. A small smirk crosses Coles’ lips as he sees Ragin’ screaming in pain and turns towards the ropes, roughly slapping Remy’s back with his free hand before he uses it to point towards the ropes the duo is facing, like a train he speeds towards the ropes, within inches of the ropes Dante tosses Barteaux out of his hold a bit, leaning over the ropes to ensure the little man falls out of the ring, however in mid-fall Remy grabs hold of the ropes and wraps his legs around Dante’s neck, sending Dante flying over the top rope and out of the ring with a make-shift hurricanrana! Onikage wrenches back on his cobra clutch even tighter with each word of encouragement that exits Natalya’s mouth, Ragin’ wiggles about under his captor, trying to figure out some way to get out of the submission he is currently in, and his muscles bulging as veins nearly popped right out of his body. His feet try to find their footing as they slip and slide on their sides on the canvas, finally with one roar of pain Ragin’ forces his body up to a vertical base as he gets up to his knees, Onikage hanging off of his back as he keeps the cobra clutch locked in, which at this point only further adds pressure to the submission.

TM: No! Impossible! This can’t be happening! The Cajun cheated!

JH: Dante’s out of here! Better luck next time Coles!


MA: Dante Coles has been ELIMINATED~!


TM: Aw crap and Ragin’ is fighting his way out of the cobra clutch! This sucks!

JH: If Ragin’ isn’t careful he might end up choking himself, then again I don’t think a whole lot of us would be heart broken by that.

Getting up to his feet Ragin’ sways back and fourth, unused to the extra weight that is about two hundred and fifty pounds plus the weight of his leather mask that is attached to his back, Onikage’s feet just barely hanging off of the ground behind Ragin’. Taking a few steps back Ragin’ with his free hand slides his arm between Onikage’s legs, hooking the upper one, suddenly the Russian falls back, delivering a modified Samoan drop! Rolling off of Onikage’s lifeless body Ragin’ is met with a low side kick to his skull from Remy, but the big man shakes it off and starts getting to his feet, the Cajun tries to deliver another to slow Ragin’ down but this time, Ragin’ catches Remy’s foot, Ragin’ mockingly shakes his index finger of his other hand at Remy before he pulls him right into a lariat, causing Remy to do a complete flip in mid-air and crashing on the mat in a nasty position. Slam’s former MVP almost rips the hair right out of Remy’s skull as he forces him up to his feet, slapping Remy across the face, which gets a response from the smaller of the two Cajuns that make up MoM in the form of a wad of spit, turning that smile upside down for Ragin’, he whips the former FSC towards the ropes, preparing himself for what he’s going to do next to Remy, but that never comes to pass as Dante springs up and pulls down on the top rope, sending Barteaux spilling to the outside while Dante yells some thing at Logan Black, who with a grin quickly hurries over to the time keeper’s table!

JH: Did you just see that?! Dante just screwed Remy!

TM: Remy screwed Remy, Hitchen.


MA: Remy Barteaux has been ELIMINATED~!


JH: This is utter bullshit! Every one saw it! Dante pulled down the ropes!

TM: Hey, I believe what Logan tells us, and Logan says it was an elimination, be mad at Ragin’, he’s the one who eliminated Remy.

A look of mild annoyance by Dante’s assistance crosses over the stone like face of Ragin’, but the thoughts of that can’t linger in the Russian’s head for long, as he finds his arm being grabbed and a leg placing itself in front of one of his, right before Onikage slams him back with a Russian leg sweep. Scrambling up to his feet Ragin’ is caught off guard a second time, this time in the form of a kick to his mid-section, Onikage hooks him in a butterfly manner, only to lift him up and drive him back first onto his knee with a butterfly backbreaker, he quickly shoves Ragin’ off of him, Onikage grabs hold of both of Ragin’s legs as he tries to roll over onto his back. Onikage grants him his wish, holding both ample legs Onikage rolls Ragin’ right over onto his back, standing over Ragin’s body in a kneeling position as he arches back Ragin’s legs, and jamming the point of his knee deep into the front of the Russian’s throat, locking him tightly into a reverse Boston crab. The Master of Rage gags and growls muffled, not enjoying the submission, as one expects, one little bit, trying to crawl and hit Onikage’s kneeling leg away from his throat, as if to further toy with Ragin’ and perhaps to mock him Onikage only a few moments after Ragin’ gives up struggling lets go of the hold, tossing the Russian’s legs aside and getting back up to his feet.

TM: Ragin’ was stuck right where any of us wanted him, nearly ready to die.

JH: I don’t think all of us, unlike you, wish death upon any one we dislike Thomas.

TM: Bah, he should die, he always seems to manage to mess up every thing for Madison Lee.

JH: Last time I checked that isn’t a requirement for death.

Looking down at him, Onikage carefully watches Ragin’ as the larger man tries to squirm up to his feet, walking around the Russian a few times, stopping when he is behind him; he scoops up Ragin’ right onto his shoulders. Onikage casually walks around the ring a few times, a few hisses from the fans that think he is going to attempt a burning hammer, instead he tosses Ragin’ right off his shoulder and hops slightly, in mid-air lifting both his knees up as one point, and upon landing the pair find themselves driving right into Ragin’s back as he gasps for air with Onikage’s hands clinging to his throat and the other his mid-section, the former Slammer trying to recover from another backbreaker. Almost like a doll Ragin’s lifeless body falls to the ground as Onikage pushes it off of his knees, crawling over to the Master of Rage’s body, scooping up his head in a front face lock and lifting his head up into the air a bit, right before he slams his knee into Ragin’s face with a knee strike, and does it a second time, and a third time, and a fourth time, and a fifth time, repeatedly kneeing Ragin’ right on the bridge of his nose on his face. It isn’t long till a small trickle of blood is left on Onikage’s knee, upon noticing it Onikage knees Ragin’ one last time in the face before tossing him aside, revealing that Ragin’s nose is bleeding and isn’t looking too good, slowly Onikage gets up as Ragin’ tries to clear his head enough to get to his feet.

JH: Vicious backbreakers and knee strikes, assaulting the areas Flavor of the Month targets.

TM: Kind of like my assaulting of your mother last night in bed!

JH: Except my mother was in bed last night with my father in England, and they went to sleep together.

TM: Oh? Him? Yeah, I was all giving it to her real good, and then we heard he was coming in, so I snuck out the window because I didn’t want to have to blind the old man by my awesomeness, or as Graver calls it, awesomocity.

Snatching a handful of Ragin’s lovely locks Onikage pulls the Russian up to his feet, though is met by a right hand from Ragin’, and he then proceeds to elbow Onikage in the mid-section, and then another right for Onikage’s troubles, causing Onikage to loosen his grip enough for Ragin’ to get free from it. Ragin’ blinks a few times and shakes his head, still trying to shake off the affects of his nose nearly being driven into his skull, he scoops Onikage up and slams him down against the canvas, resulting in Onikage arching his back in pain and slowly getting back up to his feet. Thinking fast Ragin’ scoops up Onikage again, taking a few steps forward before roughly tossing him over his head, and connecting with a fall away slam, Ragin’ sits up and strikes a pose as Natalya applauds him on the outside and the fans send jeers his way. Pushing himself up off the canvas by his knuckles Ragin’ meets Onikage as he gets to his feet too head on, scooping him up and charging right into the corner, tossing him like a lawn dart face first into the turnbuckle, and delivering his infamous Eat Buckle.

TM: God damn it! Onikage ate turnbuckle!

JH: I’d say some thing about him needing to go to the Dentist’s after that but that mask makes him already look ugly, so I guess one more thing can’t hurt.

TM: Oh very funny Hitchen.

JH: I just can’t believe one of these two men is going to face Swytch at Summer of Sin for the Dual Crown Championship.

Wandering out of the turnbuckle Onikage is met by Ragin’, attempting to scoop him back up once again but Onikage clubs him on the forehead with a forearm, causing Ragin’ to return the favor with an elbow strike, and Onikage not one to be one upped throws another forearm to shatter the Russian skull. Grigoriy aims for Onikage’s eyes with his second elbow strike, trying to poke one of them right out, while Onikage unloads a third forearm and makes Ragin’s head do the best impression of a bobble head, and Onikage’s does the very same when Ragin’ rocks him with a third elbow strike, and then it proceeds to break down as the two men begin wildly throwing elbows and forearms at one another in rapid succession. Finally it ends when Ragin’ knees Onikage in the mid-section, the former Ordinary member doubling over and being the victim to a double axe-handle to the back of his skull from Ragin’, who with him down and out now places Onikage in a standing head scissors or simply put between his legs, before he lifts him up onto his shoulders. Ragin’ attempts to perform the Feature Remover, however Onikage isn’t budging as he grabs hold of Ragin’, preventing the move from occurring, the referees at ringside hurry over near them to try and get an idea of what is going on while the two constantly smack each other’s hands away, not allowing either man to gain any true ground, though Onikage begins with all this fidgeting to lose his balance, Ragin’ uses the momentum to his advantage and forces Onikage forward and downward, which just so happens to be over the top rope, powerbombing him right onto the apron, his near limp body bouncing off of the apron from the impact of the powerbomb and dropping in a heap to the ringside floor as the bell ring.

JH: I can’t believe it! Ragin’s won the battle royal! Ragin’ is going to Summer of Sin!

TM: This can’t be fucking happening!


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

MA:
The winner of the battle royal and the NEW #1 contender for the Dual Crown Championship is…RRRRRRAAAAAGINNNNNNNNNNN’~!!!

”That’s What They All Say” by Local H seeps through the P.A. system as the fans shower Ragin’ with jeers, the Russian takes a few steps back and looks around, a smirk creeping over his lips as it sinks in he is going to get his chance. Natalya walks past Extreme Ninja #2 who falls back into the ringside area over the barricade and Onikage’s lifeless body, sliding into the ring. Both Russians share a demonically evil and identical smirk on their faces as Natalya hugs Ragin’, and then steps to the side, lifting his arm up in victory for all to see, Ragin’ dropping down to his knees and his smirk morphs into a grin.

JH: Will at the end of this Summer laid with sin there be two titles, the two most important titles Grigoriy Manamyk has yet to hold in FIW, waiting for him?

TM: No, only thing that is awaiting that stupid Russian is a psychopath and his sexy girlfriend, they are going to carve that him up and serve him like a roasted pig.

JH: In either case ladies and gentlemen that’s it for tonight, from all of us here at FIW, I’m Jonathon Hitchen and he is-

TM: The games have just begun Ragin’! You have just stepped into a whole new world of pain!

JH: Thomas Moore, good night and whatever god you believe in bless, we’ll see you next Tuesday as always!

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