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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; May 9, 2005 | |
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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…[/align] Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table, Here ya go create another fable![/align] The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!! [align=center]You wanted to! Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! [align=center]You wanted to! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Graver moves toward April and plunks her on the top rope in a sitting position before he himself climbs to the second rope, standing her up and grabbing her around the neck. Unfortunately, this “Big BAM!” never happens, as April shoves Graver off and he stumbles to the mat. He turns around, pissed-off, but it doesn’t last as April CAREENS off the top rope and DRIVES HIS FACE INTO THE MAT WITH A BULLDOG!! [align=center]You wanted to! Why dya leave the keys upon the table?[/align] Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!! [align=center]You wanted to![/align] The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown. [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] Alex spins him around, boots Loon in the midsection and DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING KI-KRUSHER MANEUVER! Alex pops back up to his feet, raising his arms in the air [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align] The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit! At the exact same time as Kailey is dodging Natalya, Ragin’ steps between the ropes. Kailey turns quickly almost bumping into Ragin’ and their eyes meet. The steel chair swings, seemingly in slow motion to all who are watching. His eyes never leave Kailey, her face scrunching up to brace for the impact. But it never comes. She opens her eyes as she hears the loud crack and the ‘ohhhhh!’ from the fans. She turns to see Natalya laying flat out moments after the sickening impact. Even with the mask on, you know Oni's gotta be smiling ear to ear with that manuever. He raises a fist to the air, nodding in self appreciation of his work. He grabs ahold of Shannon and brings him to his feet. He scoops Shannon up INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER! Swytch rears back with the steel chair, aiming at Kennedy's head and CRACKS STEEL AGAINST STEEL AS KENNEDY DUCKS ASIDE! The steel chair clatters to the ringside mats as Swytch's hands throb from the impact! Kennedy leaps up onto the steel steps and jumps onto Swytch's shoulders, DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR WITH A HURRACANRANA! [align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Wake Up! *Whispered* Wake up[/align] 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] [/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 Freedom Hall in Louisville, Kentucky! I'm Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner Thomas Moore! TM: And tonight it's going to be made official. Swytch and Ragin' go one-on-one at Summer of Sin with the Dual Crown Championship on the line. JH: Madison Lee has ordered a contract signing here tonight and I'm hearing there are going to be some special provisions within the contract. So I can't wait to see what happens when our Dual Crown Champion and the number one contender end up in that ring tonight. But we've got a lot to get to tonight so we need to jump right in with our first match of the night. 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. TM: Loon 2.5, wasting everyone’s time by breathing. JH: Oh have some class, Thomas. TM: No. I refuse. 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. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Milan, Illinois… the LOOOOON… TWO! POINT! FIIIIIIIIVE!! He then hops down, loosens his neck, and turns to the stage. 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[/align] The lights flicker out, then back on; Sam Kinloch smiling evilly onstage. MA: And his opponent! From Elk City, Oklahoma… SSSSAAM… KIIIIIN-LOOOOOCCCKKKK!!! The end of the goody-two-shoes American witch struts down to the ring, smirking at the FIW fans before entering through the ropes. [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.[/align] The lights suddenly cut again, Sam center-ring. The music hits its eerie interlude, and as the guitar rocks back in, the lights above spark and pop, returning to life as Sam leans into her corner, waiting the beginning of the match. TM: Yup, so this is gonna be a short match. JH: How do you figure? TM: Loon sucks, Sam rocks. End of story. JH: Of course. The bell rings and action begins. Loon sticks his tongue out at Sam, who dashes forward and CRAMS it back into his mouth with a dropsault! TM: Hey! There’s some of that luchador stuff Sam said she’d show off! JH: She’s always done dropkicks, Thomas. TM: Yeah, but that was a dropSAULT! Loon is rocked back into the corner where Sam unloads her peach-flavored can of whoopass. She grabs Loon by the wrist, torquing his arm in a circle so it’s wrenched properly before mounting the ropes. JH: Looks like Sam’s taking a move out of Loon’s book. TM: Sure, which Loon stole from the Undertaker’s book. She walks to the center rope, keeping force and pressure on Loon’s shoulder joint before JUMPING off and DRIVING both legs down on Loon’s wrenched shoulder! They land in a heap to a small pop of move-mark cheers. JH: An impressive technique from Sam Kinloch, I’ve gotta admit. TM: Damn right. With Loon on his back, Sam grabs his wounded arm, pulls it up, turns away from him and scissors the arm between her legs while still holding the wrist. She turns toward him again, arm still scissored, and shoots her arm between his legs, rolling over him and pulling him over, too, into a cradling pin! TM: LA MAGISTRAAAAALLL!!! Loon wiggles his legs as the referee drops to count… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! NO! Loon manages to kick out.[/align] JH: Way too early for a pinfall, but Sam still managed to get two. TM: It was pure wrestling talent, Hitchen! Sam springs back to her feet, and Loon uses his good arm to pull himself up. He doesn’t stay up for long, though; Sam charges forward, jumps off Loon’s knee and STOMPS on the side of his head! Loon goes one way, Sam goes the other, and they both hit the mat. TM: OMGWTFWASTHAT!?!!? JH: A variant on the shining wizard, I’d say. Seems more like something she picked up from Bill Kuriyama than from El Bombastico. TM: Pfft! Hitchen! Kuriyama and Kinloch are SO over. Where the hell have you been!? JH: Sitting quietly at this desk. Sam grabs the second rope with both hands and pulls her back off the mat, using sheer muscular force to push her body vertical. A small pop from the crowd and Sam smirks. JH: It’s weird to hear fans CHEERING for Sam Kinloch. She’s certainly not been very fan-friendly since her return. TM: Well, Hitchen, she’s been on fire wrestling-wise. Fans appreciate that. Loon shoves himself off the mat, shaking his head. Sam helps him the rest of the way, whipping him toward the ropes. Loon hits and rebounds, almost coming off quicker than he went. Suddenly. Loon lifts up his leg and SMASHES the air beside Sam’s head as she dodges to the side! TM: I KICK NOTHING! I am a worthless motherfucker, am I not? JH: That’s just cold. Sam goes around the back of Loon, pulling herself up onto his shoulders. Loon staggers, but manages to stay upright. She pounds him in the head a few times, but Loon tucks his shoulder in and Sam loses her hold on him and slides down his back. JH: Kinda curious what Sam was intending to do there, other than maybe get herself electric chair dropped. TM: She was gonna kick ass, Hitchen, that’s what. Sam decides to keep on keepin’ on, pulling Loon down by the hair and locking in a chancerie before DRIVING his head into the mat! JH: THERE’S a Sam Kinloch pace I’m more familiar with! Loon’s ears must be RINGING after that DDT! Sam runs to the ropes and rebounds for momentum, turning at the last second and DROPPING a standing moonsault onto Loon’s chest! She hooks his leg and Michaela dives for another count. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! TH--NO! Another kickout by Loon![/align] JH: The poor kid’s getting owned in this match, but you’ve GOTTA admire his spirit and determination! TM: Or his pain tolerance. Sam shakes her head and pulls Loon up again, locking a front chancerie. She kicks her own legs out from under her, once AGAIN dropping Loon’s head painfully into the canvas. JH: Vicious DDT from Sam Kinloch… Sam SOCCER KICKS him in the ribs and causes him to flip onto his back! JH: Followed by a HATEFUL football kick! TM: It’s soccer, not football. JH: Stuff it, ya yank. Sam pulls a vertical leap into the air, reaching an apex of about five feet before DROPPING her 113 pounds on Loon’s diaphragm and hooking his leg for another pin attempt. TM: TZAKEMOTH!!! Sam holds the pin, Michaela slaps the mat. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] MA: Your winner, by pinfall… SSSAAAM… KIIIIIIINLOOOOOOOOCK!!! TM: That’s it. It’s over! Sam’s awesome and Loon sucks balls. JH: Now, Thomas, he’s a very good athlete and-- TM: Big, hairy, pendulous ones. JH: Thanks for the mental image. The camera cuts backstage to inside Madison Lee’s office, with the general manager sitting behind her desk as she’s often seen. FIW’s female GM looks over her paper work, her eyes shifting from between the papers and her lap top that rests on top of the desk to the side. She sets down a few of the papers, freeing her right hand to type some thing quickly onto the lap top when there is a knock on her office’s door. Miss Lee’s attention turns from whatever she is currently doing to the door, forcing a some what pleasant smile onto her blood red, from the lip stick, lips. Madison: Come in. Without fail the door opens slowly and the masked figure of Onikage walks through the door way, shutting the door behind him quietly. He walks towards the desk with a hint of caution in his step, and an expression of curiosity as Madison’s eyes nearly burn a hole through his skull with her staring. Onikage: You summoned me? Madison: Yes, I did, after what I was informed of and witnessing your little chat with Dante I just wanted to make sure every thing was… Madison thinks over her words carefully, not wanting to have them misunderstood. Madison: ...okay and that nothing out of the ordinary was going to happen in this match. After all it would not be in anyone’s best interest if this match broke down and the partner of the reigning Ultimate Endurance Champion decided to go AWOL on him. And by anyone's best interest, I do mean yours. A small scoff creeps out from the depths of Onikage’s throat and seeps out from between his lips, causing the smile on Madison’s face to shrink ever so slightly. Onikage: As I told Dante, if he behaves himself as well then this will remain fine, and it will remain a partnership for this match that is purely business. Unlike some of the other people who work for you Miss Lee, I don’t go back on my word. Madison: Yes, well call me a worrier by nature when it comes to unfamiliar elements. But may I also remind you that as long as you keep by your word and you do your job and the two of you win this match, not only will you have the gratitude of your general manager but I may owe you a small favor. Whatever this favor is could, when the time comes that you ask for it, be up to you Onikage. Madison’s smile shows a hint of evil intent behind it, and Onikage’s lips near mirror Madison’s with his smile. Onikage: While the offer is tempting of me being given a favor to cash in on at a later date, there is no need to bribe me Miss Lee. I enjoy wrestling, and I enjoy doing what I do, so this match isn’t a huge problem for me to compete in. Onikage’s smile turns to an almost playful one as he shrugs his shoulders. Onikage: Though who knows, perhaps one day in the future I shall use this favor you’ve offered me. But in the mean time I should return to getting prepared for the match later tonight. And with that said Onikage turns his back to Madison Lee and walks over to the door, opening it and taking his leave, as soon as the door shuts the smile leaves Madison Lee’s lips. Madison: I’m really growing to hate all freaks in masks… The camera zooms in on Madison for a few moments before cutting back to ringside. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] We cut to outside the Freedom Hall where the sun, though riding low in the heavens, still shines brilliantly from it’s seat in the clear blue Kentucky sky. Across the street from the arena we spot Remy Barteaux, emerging from a convenience store for no apparent reason. He jogs across the road, holding up a flattened palm and nodding in gratitude as the driver slows to let him pass. He makes it safely to the other side, along with a small chicken that wanders off as he makes for the stone steps that will take him up to the arena. He doesn’t notice the shiny black car pulling up behind him. As he gets halfway up the steps he’s accosted by a random fan who begs for an autograph, to which he happily obliges, blissfully unaware of the two ominous men exiting the Sedan. One is taller then the other, bald head shining in the evening sunlight and a neatly trimmed goatee framing his lips. He straightens his tie as his younger companion slides himself over the hood of the car to join him, a shock of bright red hair waving in the breeze. The two men, decked out in black suits with white shirts (though the red head’s is tieless and untucked), stride slowly and purposefully toward the unsuspecting Cajun. Remy wraps an arm around the young girl’s shoulder as her friend whips out her phone and takes a quick snap. She turns the handset round to show her grinning companion, who squeals uncontrollably as she shows it to the man of the moment. He smiles at first, though that fades as he notices the odd looking men hovering in the background of the shot. He spins his head round to see them closing on his position, and panic sets in. He forces a smile and tips an imaginary hat to his fans, before turning tail and bolting off toward the arena. But his new “friends” are hot on his tail. He ducks into the underground car park and that’s were the two men follow, but in the shadows they lose him. Baldy takes the lead as the two slow their ingress, reaching into his jacket pocket as he sneaks up to a blind corner. He pokes his head round, and… CLANG!!! He drops to the floor, leaving a dent in the trashcan lid now vibrating in Remy’s clutches. His friends zips into help and finds the Cajun in a defensive stance, holding the lid like a shield. Red pulls a small handle from his jacket pocket and flicks out a blade, much to Remy’s shock and surprise. He lunges forward and Remy gets the lid up to block, but the little blade tears right through it. He stands there for a moment, staring at the pointy end. Remy: Ho - ly - shit. Red draws back his knife and pulls Remy’s makeshift shield with it. It clatters to the concrete as he shakes it lose and turns back to face his prey, but Remy whips a bag out of the open trash can and slams it into Red’s face, where it explodes in a mess of fruit peels, pizza segments and garbage juice. Red: Argh! Oh god! Get it off! As he flails around, Remy reaches back and scoops up the now empty container, before shoving it down over Red’s head and pushing him off. He reels back, and delivers a MOB HIT to the trash canned villain! Red falls back against a car and it’s alarm sounds off throughout the cavernous car park…which seems to wake up baldy. He begins to stir on the concrete and starts to push himself onto all fours, but Remy notices. He looks up to see Red stumbling back his way, still firmly jammed in his upside down trashcan, and drops to the ground, wrapping his feet around Red’s and delivering a DROP TOE HOLD that sees him and his cylindrical prison CRASH forward onto the back of baldy’s head! With both men down and out, Remy gets back to his feet and brushes himself off, but something occurs to him. He pats himself down, desperately searching for -- Ah! He’s found it. From his chest pocket he retrieves a pack a gum, undamaged by the scuffle. Remy: Next time, she gets her own damn gum. He steps over the bodies and jogs the distance to the lifts, as we cut back to ringside. 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. JH: Time for a match that’s been a long time coming, even if Rob Storm only returned last week. TM: Dude, what the hell do Rob and Graver have deep-seated that this is a long time coming? JH: Not Rob and Graver, Rob and the FSC. And getting it OFF Graver. 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. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the Fighting Spirit Championship! Introducing first, from Valrico, Florida… ROOOOOOOOB… STOOOOOOORRRRMMM!!! 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. [align=center]"One time I saw a filipino cab driver cut out a cancer with a rusty butter knife."[/align] The ultra-heavy guitars of Rob Zombie's new single "Let it All Bleed Out" rock into our ears as the lights begin to flash white and red in strobe. Smoke pours from the entryway, the drums explode into existence, and a familiar face comes rockin' out onstage. [align=center]BLEED! BLEED! BLEED IT OUT! YEAH![/align] Graver steps past the strobes and fog so that his whole body is visible, getting pelted by boos and a few pieces of garbage. TM: There’s no way that washed up piece of trash is gonna beat the Minister of Awesomocity, Graver. JH: With a suplex and a slap to the mouth, Thomas. That’s the way Graver’s gonna get beaten. He slaps the gold around his waist a few times before raising both hands in a double deuce to his "fans" and making his way to the ring. He ducks under the top rope, raising both arms to New York salute everyone behind him, Stone Cold-style. MA: And his opponent! He is your FIW Fighting Spirit Champion… THIS! IS! GRRRRRRAAAYYYVERRRR!!! 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: Well, regardless of the outcome, I’ll be excited to see Rob Storm in action. He’s just a talented athlete and this will be an amazing contest. TM: Yeah. Amazing ‘cuz Graver’ll knock his pansy ass out in record time! The bell rings and Rob rolls his shoulders, getting into a fighting stance. Graver sneers, takes a few steps forward, and falls flat on his face. TM: HA! Awesome Ric Flair spot. JH: Uncharacteristic for Graver, but an smart tactic nonetheless. Rob Storm narrows his eyes and walks over to Graver, urging him to get up, not impressed at all. We wait, but nothing happens. JH: Just what the hell is he doing? Get him up and let’s get on with the match. Storm nudges Graver with the toe of his boot, but nothing happens. He flips the Fighting Spirit Champion over, and his eyes are closed, mouth wide open. Michaela leans down and listens to Graver’s chest, looking up at Storm and shrugs. Storm shrugs back. TM: Hitchen… is Graver OK? JH: Oh, who cares. TM: HEY! I care! JH: Who cares that’s important? TM: HEY! Storm shakes his head and tentatively moves into a lateral press, hooking the leg just for that extra spot of professionalism. Michaela eases to her knees and counts. [align=center]ONE![/align] TM: HEY! WAIT! What are they doing!? WHAT ARE THEY DOING!? JH: Looks like a pin attempt, Thomas. [align=center]TWO!![/align] TM: They can’t DO that! Graver’s… I dunno, he’s dead or something! JH: I’m not sure what’s going on either, but this is perfectly legal according to Michaela. [align=center]THREE!!![/align] The bell rings wildly, and Storm gets back up, completely confused. He stares down at Graver as Michaela raises his arm in victory. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW-- TM: DON’T SAY IT! MA: Fighitng Spirit Champion! TM: NOOOO!! MA: RRRRROB! STOOOOOORRRRRRMMMMM!!! Michaela hands the belt to Storm, who’s still completely lost in staring at Graver. He notices the title and smiles a bit, shouldering it, but takes a last look at Graver before turning around and walking away. TM: I can’t believe what we just saw here! That was a TRAVESTY! JH: I… just don’t understand it, Thomas. I don’t understand it… but I’m glad of the outcome! TM: Oh shut the fuck up, Hitchen. This is insane! Graver sits up suddenly, blinking wildly and rubbing his forehead, then looking around. He hears Hunting High and Low, and sees Rob disappearing through the curtain with the title. He stands quickly, swearing loud enough for the little kids in the back row to hear, and stomps off after him. JH: Well, he certainly doesn’t seem happy. TM: Would you? JH: I’d just like to know what the hell’s going on. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] JH: Welcome back ladies and gentleman. We're still trying to figure out what happened before the commerical break. TM: A TRAVESTY! That's what! JH: Take a look at it again, ladies and gentleman. Maybe you can figure it out. The TNT screen is taken over by the nifty recap frame we've come to know and love from TNT. The bottom left corner informs us this was "Moments Ago". The bell rings and Rob rolls his shoulders, getting into a fighting stance. Graver sneers, takes a few steps forward, and falls flat on his face. Storm nudges Graver with the toe of his boot, but nothing happens. He flips the Fighting Spirit Champion over, and his eyes are closed, mouth wide open. Storm shakes his head and tentatively moves into a lateral press, hooking the leg just for that extra spot of professionalism. Michaela eases to her knees and counts. [align=center]ONE![/align] TM: HEY! WAIT! What are they doing!? WHAT ARE THEY DOING!? JH: Looks like a pin attempt, Thomas. [align=center]TWO!![/align] TM: They can’t DO that! Graver’s… I dunno, he’s dead or something! JH: I’m not sure what’s going on either, but this is perfectly legal according to Michaela. [align=center]THREE!!![/align] The bell rings wildly, and Storm gets back up, completely confused. He stares down at Graver as Michaela raises his arm in victory. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW-- TM: DON’T SAY IT! MA: Fighitng Spirit Champion! TM: NOOOO!! MA: RRRRROB! STOOOOOORRRRRRMMMMM!!! Returning back to the announce booth, Thomas is still broken up about the "travesty" that just took place, while Jonathan is completely and utterly confused. He shakes his head as he addresses the camera. JH: Regardless of what happened, we have a new Fighting Spirit Champion and I couldn't be happier to see it around the waist of someone like Rob Storm. TM: Do you have no heart?! Graver could be seriously hurt! JH: He got up after the match! He's fine! Hopefully we'll get word on what happened but for now, congratulations to the new Fighting Spiirt Champion-- Rob Storm and it's time to move on. The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers… [align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align] TM: Man this is so unfair. JH: What is? The fact that Madison has thrown Evans to her very own skull headed lion? TM: The cowboy’s out for blood, and Madison’s donated Alex’s. …Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring… [align=center]Lift Up The Receiver I'll Make You A Believer![/align] …Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from King’s Beach, California, weighing in at 211lbsm ALEX, EEEEEEVAAAAAAAAANSS!!! [align=center]"Hey amigos . . ."[/align] Rich mariachi music begins to play, scintillating the crowd with the promise of something spicy. However, nothing spicy this way comes as the lights cut and the entryway is illuminated a dusty yellow. The giant shape of the skull cowboy lumbers onstage as Rammstein's familiar thundering guitars kick in. He stands with his legs shoulder width apart and his head bowed. A caw is heard and a huge raven flies down from the rafters, lighting on the cowboy's left shoulder. TM: How do you tame a crow? Seriously. JH: The cowboy’s got some issues he needs to work through, some pain he needs to deal out, and Alex is set right in his crosshairs. I almost feel sorry for him. He dredges toward the ring with methodical slowness, paying no mind to the fans as they cheer both ways on either side of him. He steps below the top rope, the raven giving another cry before it flaps to the near turnbuckle. The cowboy removes his hat and coat, setting them in his corner and staring a hole through his opponent with his nothing eyes. MA: And his opponent, from Angel Fire, New Mexico, weighing in at 356lbs, he is the SKUUUUUULL, COOOOOOOWBOOOOOOOOOY!!! Alex warms up in his corner, bobbing on his toes, shadow boxing and the like while the cowboy…stares. Logan looks to both of them, asking if they’re ready. Alex nods, wiping his wrist across his nose as he glares at his opponent, who silently nods his answer. Logan steps back and signals for the bell. DING, DING Alex bolts forward, looking for the early advantage BUT NO! Cowboy sprints out of his corner and meets Evans in the middle of the ring with the freakin’ king of LARIATS! Alex hit’s the canvas so hard he damn near goes through it and the skulled slows himself to a stop in the opposite corner. TM: Ho-ly-shit. JH: My god. What a vicious display of power. Alex is nothing but a release to this guy. All his anger and frustration… TM: Is gonna freakin kill Alex. Cowboy turns slowly as Alex stares up at the lighting rigs through the glaze that has covered his eyes. He gasps for breath, frozen by the shock and the pain running through his spine. Cowboy steps up behind his head and peers down at him through those black holes. JH: Those eyeless sockets… TM: Like piss holes in the snow. JH: …Really not what I was going for. Alex manages to re-focus and is suddenly faced with the expressionless skull staring down at him. He desperately tries to scramble away but as he shifts onto all fours the cowboy grabs a hold of his tights and hauls him back up. He wraps his arms around Evans’ waist and heaves him over with a DEVASTATING GERMAN SUPLEX!! JH: Cowboy ain’t playing tonight. TM: Yeah, ‘cos he’s usually all about the games.[/sarcasm] Evans CRASHES into the canvas, neck and shoulders first as the cowboy releases his grip and sits himself back up. He turns his head and spots Alex rolling slowly over to his stomach, wincing in pain as he tries to drag himself toward the ropes. In no hurry at all, the cowboy pulls himself back to his feet and turns on his victim, who has managed to wrap his arms around the bottom rope as he tries desperately to catch his breath. Cowboy reaches down and grabs him by the foot, ripping him off the ropes with little protest from Logan Black. The skulled one reaches down and grabs a hand full of Alex’s hair, dragging him to his feet and…taking a STIFF back elbow to his jaw for his trouble! His grip is loosened to the point where Alex can break free and spin round… to face a completely unfazed cowboy. JH: This guy is just plain freaky scary. TM: It’s like he feels nothing. Alex shakes the doubts away and RATTLES a right hand across his jaw. Nothing. He tries another, then a left, then a chop right across his nose. The cowboy stands his ground. He cocks his head to the side as he considers this curious creature, and Alex takes the opportunity to throw another closed fist…but the cowboy catches it! He takes the arm and uses it to whip his opponent into his corner. Alex CRASHES into the turnbuckle, and the cowboy’s hat is knocked to the floor below. Not that he cares as he slowly moves in on his opponent. TM: This isn’t fair, cowboy’s counts as like, four men. It’s a handicap match! Alex is dazed and confused but wary enough to know where he is and what’s lurking up behind him. The cowboy looms closer, and Alex spins round, tossing the cowboy’s coat into his face and obscuring his view! TM: Whoo! Good thinking by Alex. JH: Indeed, should buy him some time. The cowboy feverishly tries to free himself from his own coat, and does so pretty quickly, but as he tosses the jacket out of the ring he finds his opponent no where to be seen. He spins around, fully expecting to be jumped from behind, but still finds nothing, so he slowly begins to stalk around the ring, pupiless eyes darting back and forth, searching for the elusive Evans. JH: Probably a good idea if Alex just stays hidden. Good advice but he doesn’t seem to take it. With the cowboy looking in the opposite direction, Evans pops up from behind the apron and scales the outer side of one of the turnbuckles. He perches himself on the top and waits for the cowboy to turn round. He does, and Alex flies off, spinning into a Shooting Star Press and catching his head in a chancery, taking him down to the canvas with an impressive… JH: HIGH SPOT DEE DEE TEE!!! TM: HA! He took the cowboy down! He took him down! JH: Not for long though. Alex is so proud of his achievement, but the smile soon drains as he turns to see the cowboy sitting bolt upright as if nothing even happened. Evans looks about, confused at first, but pulls it together and heads for the ropes, rebounding with a STIFF soccer kick right to the cowboy’s spine! He feels it, not a lot but he defiantly winces a little, so Alex keeps on him. He hits the ropes again, this time coming back with a running Missile Dropkick, DRIVING his feet into the back of the cowboy’s head! He knocks him forward and the big fella instinctively reaches a hand round to favour his bonce, but Alex isn’t letting up! He runs off the opposite set of ropes, the ones in front of the cowboy and comes back with a HARD Front Dropkick right to the cowboy’s expressionless face! Cowboy SNAPS back to the canvas! Alex gets to his feet, he runs for the side ropes and leaps up onto the second one, flipping himself backwards onto the cowboy’s sternum! TM: Beautiful Moonsault from Alex! He’s hooking the leg! Logan drops to count… [align=center]One! T - NO!!![/align] …and makes it to one and half before the cowboy THROWS him off!! JH: It’s gonna take more then that to keep the cowboy down. Like, an out of control semi. TM: He’s the JUGGERNAUT, BITCH!!! JH: …? TM: Oh, erm, sorry. Both men roll to the side and begin to retake their feet. Cowboy turns, straight into a right hand from Evans! And another, and another, but the cowboy hardly seems fazed and comes back with a DEVASTATING Uppercut that knocks Evans on his ass! The cowboy reaches down and drags him back up, but Alex fights back! Right hand, left hand, elbow, forearm, but the cowboy takes it all and pays it back with a HARSH right that knocks Evans back onto the ropes! The skull headed cowboy reels back and unleashes a MIGHTY Lario -- NO! Evans drops and low bridges the big man, sending him SPLATTING to the mats at ringside! TM: Quick thinking from Evans. JH: He’s gonna need all that quickness if he even hopes to defeat the cowboy. Evans takes a few moments to regain his bearings, but quickly notices that the cowboy is ALREADY starting to stir. He’s rolled onto his front and has begun to push himself up, so Alex reacts. He darts for the corner, hopping up onto the middle rope, then to the very top before MOONSAULTING OUT OF THE RING, AND ONTO THE RISING COWBOY!!! TM: Whoo! Beautiful Moonsault! JH: Nice move, but he’s gotta keep on him. Alex rolls off, shaking his cobwebs loose as he takes to his feet. He looks down at his handiwork and beams with pride as he raises his arms in the air, though the crowd seem to take a contrary point of view. He ignores them though, and puts a couple of boots into the cowboy’s skull before reaching down and trying to haul him up. JH: He’s wasting time, he needs to keep the pressure on if he’s going to have any hope of winning this. He struggles the cowboys to his knees before SLAPPING a cocky open palm across his face, laughing it up as he does so. He reels back and swings another -- NO! The cowboy catches his arm! TM: Ohboy. Alex tries to pull himself loose, but the cowboy has a vice like grip. He pulls himself to one knee and YANKS Alex’s arm, whipping him into the ring apron! Evans impacts and staggers backwards, giving the skulled one time to pull himself to his feet, turn round and grab his victim by his collar and waist, tossing him in under the bottom rope. JH: He had his chance, but he wasted it. TM: I ain’t heard no fat lady, not since I last saw yo’ moma anyhow. Alex rolls across the canvas and pushes himself up, shaking his noggin clear before looking up and noticing the dark messenger pulling himself up onto the apron. He steps OVER the top rope, but Alex is up! He charges at the cowboy…and gets a giant hand wrapped around his throat! Cowboy continues his entrance, Alex swinging wildly in a vain attempt to break his grip but the cowboy keeps him at arm’s length. He moves him into the centre of the ring and fires a STIFF boot to his gut! Alex is doubled over, Alex is heaved up onto the cowboy’s shoulders, the cowboy drops an arm…the cowboy drops Alex, STRAIGHT INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE… JH: BOMBAMUERTEEEEEEEE!!! He drops and pins! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] "Te Quiero Puta!" blasts through the speakers as the cowboy rises, his cold dead eyes staring down at his twitchy opponent. JH: Another falls to the messenger. TM: I told you it wasn’t fair. JH: Ah quit yer bitchin’. Cowboy beat him fair and square, another notch in his belt. Cowboy turns around suddenly and stalks to the turnbuckle, TEARING off the pad and flinging it into the audience, where rabid fans dive for it. He proceeds to do the same with the second and bottom ropes pads, then lurks back over toward Alex. JH: Oh good God, what is he doing now? TM: One can only imagine, Hitchen! And you bet my mind is working now! Cowboy lifts Alex up by the shoulders, pulling him to stand, then SMASHES his face into the exposed turnbuckle!! JH: GOOD GOD!! Cowboy pulls back, and SLAMS cranium against steel once more! JH: Stop this! Someone stop this! TM: I thought you didn't like Alex? JH: No human being deserves to be treated like this, Thomas! No one! The cowboy puts himself directly behind Evans as he grabs him by the hair and begins BLUDGEONING his head agasint the exposed turnbuckle! Alex's forehead is red and bruised, but this doesn't please the cowboy. JH: Dammit, STOP HIM! TM: Hitchen, no one's gonna stop him. No one's big enough, no one's bad enough, no one's strong enough! He's unstoppable! A monster! An unstoppable monster! The skull cowboy forces Alex downward, placing the young spot-master's face on the bottom turnbuckle. Cowboy walks away, then CHARGES forward into a sort of reverse Bronco Buster! Alex's head GRINDS against the steel as the cowboy rides him like a mad horse! Blood blossoms in a vile red spurt as his flesh is beaten against the turnbuckle, and the cowboy finally stops and rises. JH: What disgusting display is the cowboy going to perform now? What violation against humanity is he going to execute!? Cowboy grabs Evans by the back of the neck, throttling him as he pulls him upward. The cowboy holds Evans by the throat with one hand as he digs the other into the mouthhole of his mask. His finger digs and searches, tearing at the fabric until finally it breaks in a large hole. He brings Alex's dripping, crimson face close to his... and a wet, black protrusion snakes out between the teeth of the mask. JH: WHAT THE FUCK!? IS THAT... HIS TONGUE!?! The cowboy's tongue searches like a thick, fat, black worm, finally finding the blood on Alex's face. He D-R-A-G-S the appendage across Alex's forehead, licking the blood smears off with relish. JH: THIS IS VILE!! THIS IS DISGUSTING!! His tongue finally finds the wound, and for just a second the tip disappears into the wound-- JH: GOOD CHIRST! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS FUCKING HOLY!! TM: I think I'm gonna be sick... ! The cowboy drops Evans, his body shaking all over. He raises his arms out to either side, spasming violently. The lights suddenly cut and a voice RIPS through the air, a throaty cackle of a voice that DEFINITELY does not belong to the skull cowboy. Just as quickly as they died, the lights rise again, and the cowboy is gone. Only the bleeding Alex Evans left in the ring. JH: What in God's name... TM: I doubt this has ANYTHING to do with God, Hitchen! Officials, referees, and EMTs rush the ring now that the monster is gone, and cater to Evans. He gets up eventually, his eyes fluttering open. He half-smiles through the dripping mess of crimson, and the fans give him some cheers. JH: Some much-deserved support for Alex Evans from this crowd, after surviving such a diabolic attack! TM: Yeah, I'm not even gonna argue with you there, Hitchen. What was that even all about? Alex has help from the larger security guards, the fans giving him support all the way. Immediately following Alex Evans’ and the skull cowboy’s match the camera cuts backstage into the locker room of the Funky Bunch. Smarty Smark standing in front of the television, staring directly into it as he leans on it with his hands on each of the top corners of it. Behind him Extreme Ninja #2 sits peacefully on the couch, staring down at his cell phone that rests in his hand, he lets out a mute sigh. Smarty Smark: Come on! Extreme Ninja #2 looks up from his sitting position to see that Smarty has turned around and is now facing him. Smarty Smark: We have to go see Alex, he may need some help after that match with Susie. Slowly Extreme Ninja #2 gets up to his feet and follows after Smarty Smark as the manager of the superstars storms out of the locker room. Ninja flipping the switch off with his cell phone on his way out as the camera cuts else where. Cutting backstage into a locker room the camera focuses on Onikage as he sits on the bench in his locker room, lacing up his wrestling boots. The door of his locker room opens but Onikage remains hunched over, content with putting his boots on and perhaps not worried of who his visitor is. JJ walks into the locker room, an expression of uncertainness all over his face, his hands clasped together in front of him. A slight nervous aura to his steps as he walks closer and closer to Onikage. JJ: Uh sensei? Onikage: Yes? JJ: There was some thing I wanted to talk to you about, it involves your match tonight. Onikage: What is it? JJ’s hazel eyes look at Onikage’s back, some how feeling like without even looking at him, his master is glaring at him. JJ: Well is it a good idea to get involved with people like Dante Coles and Madison Lee? They aren’t exactly the most honorable bunch around, and if the caramel cookie monster could, he’d probably sell his mother down the river for a shiny belt. I don’t know, I just don’t think it is a good idea if we associate with them. Onikage continues to tie up his boots, moving from the left one over to the right one. Onikage: I have no real intention of forming some kind of alliance with them, nor do I think they are jumping up and down to become friends with me. This match is strictly a manner of business, and at times, you must work with those you generally wouldn’t work with. Just because I have Dante backing me rather than a person I could fully trust, does not mean I’m not going to allow myself to be distracted from victory. JJ: Ah…right… The Straight Edge Savior once done with tying up the right boot too gives it a good tug, and then gives the left boot a good tug as well, making sure they are on all the way. Pushing himself up off of the bench Onikage tilts his head back, his long dark locks spiraling down his back as he takes a deep inhale, and exhales. He snatches his wind breaker and heads towards the door, but JJ holds out his hand, stopping Onikage when his palm meets Onikage’s mid-section. The student and the teacher shift their eyes towards one another, staring at each other, JJ’s a look of concern and Onikage’s a look of slight confusion and annoyance. JJ: There isn’t any…other reason you are fine with this match, is there sensei? For the second time Onikage inhales deeply, but this time a trembling sound can be heard, a rather angry exhale coming shortly after this inhale. Onikage: You may want to recall just where exactly your loyalties are…JJ-Chan. Now remove your hand from my way immediately. JJ and Onikage stare at one another for a few seconds in silence, Onikage’s eyes showing a hint of anger while JJ’s showing a hint of sadness. JJ: Hai sensei… And with that JJ drops his arm back to his side, allowing Onikage to walk past him and out of the locker room as the camera fades to black. 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| Lita Maivia | May 9 2006, 09:53 PM Post #2 |
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As we cut backstage we find the cowboy making his way out, his work done for today. He moves slowly through the corridor, his belongings slung over his shoulder in a simple, black bag, and his face as ever masked by the skull from which he takes his name. As he passes an intersection, a voice calls out to him from the shadows. ????: You know where you screwed up? The cowboy pauses in his stride, tilting his head toward the familiar voice. Remy Barteaux steps forth from the darkness and glares up at the mountainous freak. Remy: Carl. Intrigued, the skull headed cowboy relaxes his stance and turns to face the Cajun, awaiting an explanation. Remy: He’s a good man…a loyal man. See, he knows what a man like you can do, what you will do. He’ll tolerate your actions ’cos it ain’t none o’ his, but he ain’t gonna help you. He ain’t about to lead no lamb to your slaughter, Skelator…even if he does deserve it. That large, white skull cocks to the side as Remy stares unflinchingly into it’s empty, black sockets. Remy: Ah, however, have no such moral dilemma. If you could see the cowboy’s eyebrows they’d be raised in intrigue as he silently stares at his new accomplice. Remy’s face is stern, unwavering, his eyes burning with a hatred for Stefan as he slowly steps his way back into the shadow. Remy: Ah’ll bring you what you want. And there he leaves it as his form is engulfed by the darkness, and he slowly fades from view. Cowboy nods his head, no doubt pleased with this news, and he turns to continue on his solemn way. Cutting to the live arena, we find General Manager Madison Lee standing in the center of the ring. There’s a table and two chairs placed on either side, as well as a red carpet strung over the mat. JH: Well, it looks like we’re ready for the Summer of Sin Contract Signing between Swytch and Ragin’. TM: I can’t wait. Madison, Kennedy, and Natalya all in the ring together? I hope we have a three-way catfight. JH: Don’t hold your breath, Thomas. On second thought, do that. Madison Lee waits for the crowd to quiet down, bringing the microphone up to her lips as her entrance music fades from the speakers. Madison: Ladies and gentlemen, please help me in welcoming the number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship-- RAGIN’! 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. JH: You have to wonder how Madison feels about this situation. Swytch is her Dual Crown Champion, and we all know the history between Swytch and Madison. And the one man in line to take it from him, is probably the biggest Slam superstar in the history of this company. TM: Yeah, but he’s on TNT now. Why do we keep calling him a Slam superstar? JH: Because he doesn’t want to be here. He hates TNT and everyone here. In my opinion, he’ll never be a TNT superstar until he starts showing this brand the respect it deserves. TM: Well, some people who deserve to be disrespected, if you know what I mean. Ragin’ slumps down in the chair facing the entrance way, surprisingly keeping his mouth shut for now. Natalya positions herself behind his chair, her eyes drifting in the direction of Madison Lee. The two women share an icy stare that nearly forces Ragin’ to shiver. If he wasn’t already cold-hearted, that is. JH: Ragin’ is uncharacteristically pretty quiet tonight it seems. TM: Yeah, usually he’s going on and on about inmates running the asylum and any other crap that he’s full of. JH: It looks like Ragin’ took his defeat at Anarchy In The UK very seriously. I think the self-proclaimed Slam MVP actually wants to hold the Dual Crown title. TM: He has a success complex. Madison’s eyes finally leave the evil orbs belonging to the manipulative woman… wait, let me clarify. Natalya is the evil and manipulative woman in this scenario. I know it gets confusing. I think the two women are threatened by their similarities in one another. Madison: And ladies and gentlemen, your Dual Crown Champion-- SWYTCH! [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 Madison‘s voice echoes throughout the arena to interrupt them.[/align] Madison: Ahem! It’s very nice that you two are so turned on by one another but we have more important business here than watching you two make out in the ring… again. Kennedy angles her head in the direction of Madison, to find the GM looking pretty impatient at the end of the table. The twosome part, allowing Swytch to drop down in the chair across from Ragin’. The champ leans back casually in the chair, either unaware or uncaring of the fact that Ragin’s eyes are burning straight into him from across the table. Madison: Okay. Let’s get this over with. I have here a contract for the match at Summer of Sin which will see Ragin’ go one-on-one against Swytch with the Dual Crown Championship on the line. As Madison speaks, she picks up a clipboard with the contract held tightly under it’s clip. Madison: You were both given 48 hours to look over the contract as well as to present it to your lawyers. I’m sure one of you went over it with a fine-toothed comb while the other… Madison’s head moves from Ragin’ onto Swytch, who remains as inattentive as always. Madison: Well, I’m sure sitting in the dark was more important. Madison drops the clipboard containing the contract back onto the table, sliding it in the direction of Ragin’. Madison: As one of you should be aware by now, there is a provision in this contract that restricts the two of you, Swytch and Ragin’, from any physical contact before your match at Summer of Sin. If Swytch lays a hand on Ragin’, he will be stripped of his Dual Crown Championship and be terminated on the spot. If Ragin’ lays a hand on Swytch, he will be stripped of his number one contendership and also be terminated on the spot. You both understand this, correct? Madison looks over the two men, but receives no answer. Swytch’s attention is now only on Kennedy who is apparently telling him something but our microphones are out of range. Is she doing play-by-play for him? On the other end of the table, Ragin’s eyes are still locked on the duo as he lays a hand on the contract, dragging it directly in front of him. Madison: I’ll take that as a yes. It should also be noted that there is another provision that allows a stipulation to be added to the match, but that will be addressed next week. If that’s okay with the two of you, you may go ahead and sign on the dotted line. Ragin’ picks up the pen, not taking his eyes off Swytch until he looks down and scribbles his signature on the dotted line. Ragin’ drops the pen on top of the contract, spins it around and pushes it towards Swytch. He leans back in his chair, putting his arms up behind his head. Kennedy: Hold up. Everyone does indeed hold up as Kennedy appears to have picked up the microphone that was sat out in case the champion wanted to say anything. Kennedy: Before Swytch signs this contract to guarantee a match against… you… at Summer of Sin. It should just be pointed out that you just signed your life away. Because you may have been something to talk about over on Slam, but you’re not there anymore, Ragin’. You got your ass kicked out the door and had to come running here just to keep food on your damn table. Kennedy lowers the microphone, looking the number one contender in the eyes. Ragin’ remains cool and calm in his relaxed position, despite the fact that Natalya is spewing unheard retorts back towards Kennedy. Kennedy: No one’s talking to you, succubitch, sit down. Yeah, because that always works. Natalya makes the ‘oh no you didn’t face’ before throwing a few insults in Kennedy’s direction, but they go on as unheard as all her retorts. Kennedy points down on Swytch as if he were some prize on a game show as she continues on with her speechifying to Ragin’ Kennedy: This man right here has been the Dual Crown Champion for seven months. He’s the longest reigning champion in the history of this company. Longer than you’ve even been here. And you’ve done… what since you‘ve got here? You beat Dante. Congratulations, who here hasn’t? You beat Kailey. Wow, I’m supposed to be surprised you got her to lay down for you again? The crowd get all over Kennedy for that last comment, prompting the woman to lower the microphone before mouthing some words back in their direction. Apparently she doesn’t think they should actually hear them. Kennedy: My point is, everyone that you can credit as an actual victory here on TNT… Swytch has already laid them to waste. He’s defended this title against everyone that tried to step up to him. And you’re going to be any different? Newsflash. You haven’t been a big deal in a very long time. So don’t go thinking you’re going to get a first-class ticket back to the top just because you happened to NOT get your ass thrown from the ring last week. Kennedy takes another break from her speechifying, waiting for Ragin’ to retort but the number one contender remains very unaffected by everything Kennedy throws at him. He just continues to watch as if she were putting on some special show to entertain him. Kennedy: You have nothing to say? Wow, I guess you do have one surprise left in you. Or wait… Kennedy looks around the ring, making a big show as if she were looking for something that were supposed to be there but she’s yet to unearth it’s hiding spot. Kennedy: Oh, that’s right. Kailey isn’t out here shaking her ass in your face and getting you all excited in the bathing suit area. I guess she hopped off you and onto her new man of the week. Is it JJ or Carl this week? I can’t seem to keep them straight. But whatever. Kailey isn’t out here, and that makes me happy. Because now we won’t have to worry about her poorly officiating ANOTHER one of your matches so that you come out with the victory. Of course, we can’t know for sure if those were “accidents” or not. But make no mistake. There will be NO accidents at Summer of Sin when Swytch destroys what little bit of your career Jack Manson left when he kicked you out of Slam. With that final dig at Ragin, Kennedy drops the microphone back on the table, getting a rather unpleasant reception from the crowd as she steps back out of the way so Swytch can focus on the contract before him. Madison: Well… I expected some threats flying out here tonight. I just expected them from the champion and/or challenger. But irregardless. Swytch, if you would add your signature, we could conclude this little meeting and I could go do something that actually interests me. The Dual Crown Champion reaches across the table, laying his hand palm down on the contract. He draws his hand back, pulling the contract in front of him and spinning it around. Swytch wipes his hand to the left, clearing the pen out of the way. He keeps his malicious gaze on the contender, reaching to his side to find Kennedy's hip. His fingers dance along the fabric of her pants until he finds her pocket and slips his fingers inside. Swytch retrieves whatever it is he was looking for and removes his hand. A flick of his thumb and a loud click reveal a small triangular blade protruding from his grasp. He drags the jagged edge of the knife over his thumb, letting loose a slim crimson line that spreads across the flesh. Swytch turns his thumb over and presses it to the paper, not once having taken his eyes off his pay per view challenger. Swytch peels his sticky thumb off the contract, bringing the digit to his lips and licking the blood off. Madison takes the contract off the table, checking over the scribbling of Ragin's name and the "signature" of Swytch. Madison: Uh, right, that was completely unneccessary. There was a pen there for a reason. Swytch's head snaps to the side, his hateful glare now on Madison as he jumps to his feet, sending his chair flying back in the process. Ragin’ mirrors Swytch, getting to his feet a split second after the champion. He places both palms on the table and leans forward, his eyes burning with intensity when Swytch looks in his direction. TM: Here we go. The expected stare down between champion and challenger. JH: They better do nothing but stare down, for their sakes. Madison clutches the contract, watching and waiting as the two men stare into one another with nothing but the table between them. Swytch tenses as he feels Kennedy’s hand run over his neck muscles, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him away from the scene. Swtych’s eyes stay on his challenger even as he slowly exit’s the ring and backs up the walkway with his protégé. Ragin’ remains unmoving from his position in the ring, just begging Swytch to try something but only getting Swytch’s dark eyes glaring back into his. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] We cut backstage to the office of Madison Lee. She's seated at her desk, her expression calm and cool. Seated on the corner of her desk is the Ultimate Endurance Champion, Dante Coles. He too is looking rather calm and collected, with a bit of a smile on his face. Draped over his shoulder sits his championship belt. Dante: I've been hearing lately that this title of mine is meaningless. He glances at the shiny gold over his shoulder, giving a half shrug to keep the belt in place. He pats the glimmering surface with his off hand then turns back to the camera. Dante: Not to mention that I haven't defended it against any real contenders. I guess you could say that. I took the title off that pansy bitch, Carlos Kane. My first defense was against some guy named... He looks to Madison for a little help here. She snaps out of her daze from looking at the camera and up to Dante. Madison: JJ. Dante turns forward again. Dante: Right, JJ. Then there was Remy. Let me pause so you fans out there can cheer for Gumbo. He does this, the pausing thing. Dante turns to Madison, animatedly talking to her, using hand gestures, but doesn't seem to really be saying anything at all. In fact, it looks a bit like an act, you know so the people can have their "cheer Remy" time. Oh wait, it's over 'cuz he's turned back around. Dante: All done? Good. So we have Remy. Been a pain in my finely toned ass lately. Persistant little bastard he is. If it wasn't for him, we'd have a real contender for the Dual Crown, not some washed up old man trying to relive his good ol' days. But no, the Cajun just had to go and throw me out of the damned ring. Madison shakes her head in that "Uh oh, you've done it now" kind of way. Dante: So what am I going to do about it? That's a good question. Madison, do you have any ideas? Madison: Well... you know, if you want to get some meaning behind that belt and your reign. You could defend it. I mean, hello, not to brag or anything but I am a very powerful woman. Why don't you pick out a worthy contender? And just for the hell of it, tack on a match stipulation. Dante puts on his thinky face. You know the face, the one you see on little kids when they concentrate real hard which requires them to stick their tongue out at some point and their brow to furrow. That's the face he's making now. Wait, wait, the lines in his forehead are starting to soften a bit... Dante: A stipulation, huh? I think I have the perfect match. A cage match. No escape, no door. And with this being an Ultimate Endurance Championship match, knock out or submission victory only. Now all that leaves us with is who to defend my spiffy title against. Got any ideas there, oh 'very powerful' one? Madison pushes her chair away from the desk, carefully stepping around to stand in front of Dante. Madison: A worthy opponent. Let's see... Now it's Madison turn to make the thinky face. She crosses one arm over her chest, using it to support her elbow as she taps a finger to her cheek. Madison: There's so many choices. Kailey? Onikage? Kennedy? Carl? Remy?... Madison's face sparks with an idea. She gives Dante a look that seems to nudge him towards her thought. Madison: There you go. It's perfect. Dante's eyes widen as he seems to receive the thought. Madison must have some awesome brain power to be sending thoughts to other people. Anyways, Dante's noggin goes into a slow nod, his lips curling up into a slight grin. Dante: Brains and beauty. They go good with that other B word I hear everybody calling you. So it's settled then, an enclosed cage, my title on the line, and my opponent would be none other than the Cajun...'s girlfriend. April Lynn. That grin on Dante's face grows wider at the mention of this revelation. Dante: Seems only fair, don't you think? Remy got a shot at the title so it only makes sense that his cute little girlfriend gets one too, right? Don't get me wrong, I'm not just picking on her. I'd let Carl have a go, but the poor lug's had enough of a beating the past few weeks, wouldn't you agree? Madison: Absolutely. And after all, it's not like April's blooming with contenders for her belt lately. I think she might appreciate some good, solid competition. I'll get everything set. Next week, live in our main-event... Dante Coles defending his Ultimate Endurance Championship in a No Escape Steel Cage Match against the reigning Cruiserweight Champion April Lynn! Madison moves back behind her desk, a big smile on her face as she gets to work setting up this title defense that is in no way meant to piss Remy off anyone. Surely these two wouldn't do something like that. I mean, for that to happen they'd have to be pissed off Remy eliminated Dante last week and they wouldn't hold a grudge, would they? Madison: You better get going. Don't want to miss your match. I'm sure Remy'll be very interested to see you tonight. Dante can only chuckle with a cocky grin on his face as he saunters out of the room, off to see Remy's reaction to next week's main-event. JH: Sorry folks but I’m not as excited about this main event as I normally would, the match scheduled for next week utterly disgusts me. TM: Why? Dante is going to take care of Remy, and then he’s going to take care of Remy’s girlfriend next week! JH: Because it is a completely cowardly move on Dante Coles part, and I just hope Remy or Kailey beat Dante up enough that he won’t be fit for next week’s match. TM: Don’t be a sexist Jonathon, April should be able to handle herself in the ring next week when put inside a steel cage with Dante…*snickers* MA: Ladies and gentlemen the next contest is the tag team main event for this evening and is one fall to a finish, with a thirty minute time limit, the referee for this contest is Tony Clarke. “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”[/align] 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. “Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain” 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. "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. MA: Introducing the first team…they enter the ring at a combined weight of three hundred and sixty two pounds…they are….RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMY BAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRTEAUX…and…KAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEY LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNE~! TM: On the one hand I hate this team because of Remy, and he sucks. JH: I’d argue with that, but continue, I’m curious to see where this is going. TM: On the other hand how can any one hate the chaps? Mmmmhmmm… JH: You are getting nearly as bad as Jerry. 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 its 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. 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 [/align] 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. MA: And introducing the second team…They enter the ring at a combined weight of five hundred and five pounds…they are…the reigning Ultimate Endurance Champion…DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNTE COOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLESSSSSS…and his partner…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~! JH: If I was Dante I’d be having eyes in the back of my head, to watch that freak while Remy and Kailey give his front attention. TM: Hey, don’t go jinxing the team with actual talent Hitchen, they are going to run through Remy like he was the indie five hundred and they were race cars. JH: Some how I have my doubts that their team can put up with one another long enough for them to gain an actual victory. TM: What? And you think the Southern Belle and slimy, rat faced, Cajun boy wonder can some how defy the odds? Come on, when has that ever happened in wrestling? Dante strolls over to Onikage and tries to talk to his partner, probably to decide which one of them will start, but Onikage remains silent, not even acknowledging Dante’s presence. The Icon of TNT frowns slightly and his eye twitches once a signal, un-auditable, word escapes Onikage’s lips, Coles scoffs and storms over to their corner, walking out onto the apron. Remy and Kailey break from their conversation to notice the going-ons of the other team, once Dante makes his exit Remy nods his head to Kailey and makes his own exit, leaving Onikage and Kailey Lane in the ring together. FIW’s senior official, Tony Clarke, explains the rules of the match to the two wrestlers before calling for the bell. [align=center]DING DING DING![/align] Neither Kailey nor Onikage move an inch at the sound of the bell, both staring at one another from their respected corners, calmly and casually both fall into rather basic martial arts stances as they start to circle the ring, with each full circle the two close in on one another, getting rid of the distance between them. Almost in a playful and toying fashion Onikage tosses a few open hand strikes at Kailey, which Miss Lane, like any one above the level of a novice could, defects and blocks the shots from doing much damage to her skull, that only seem to serve to annoy Kailey and have her throw a few low side kicks, which Onikage avoids taking the blunt of the force on by side stepping. Kailey fires off a few rapid speed low kicks, each one just barely grazing Onikage, who tosses a right round house that the southern lady just manages to duck out of the way of, connecting finally with a mid side kick across Onikage’s exposed rib cage, the masked man staggers and Kailey advances with a few palm thrusts that Onikage blocks from hitting his face with his forearms. Onikage jerks his leg as if going for another round house, causing Kailey to stop her advances and throw up her arms, trying to avoid it, sadly for Lane she was psyched out, Onikage brings his left leg up into the air and delivers a vicious spinal kick, striking the exact middle of Kailey’s spinal chord, the former Cruiserweight champ groans in pain and attempts to back away but not before Onikage hits a second spinal kick, further sending pain into nearly every pour of Kailey’s body. TM: Onikage is showing why it isn’t smart for Kailey to get into a striking contest with him. JH: I don’t know about that, it looked like Kailey was holding her own in that little bout. TM: Yeah, you were seeing things, all I saw was Kailey writhing in pain from Onikage cracking her spine a few times, mmmhmmmmm…and oh how I do like it when she writhes. JH: Looked like to me Onikage nearly lost his footing from Kailey’s assault and had to resort to faking her out to regain the advantage. Taking a moment to herself, Kailey paces a bit and makes sure that every thing is working fine and the kicks to her spine didn’t too much damage, Onikage stands back patiently awaiting her for to be ready for round two despite Dante’s calls for him to take advantage. Kailey bounces on both feet and gets into fighting stances, waving for Onikage to come at her with a confident smile, and not one to disobey a woman’s request, Onikage advances in on Lane, both being very careful to not leave an opening for the other to take an advantage of. Suddenly Onikage throws a low side kick, only for Kailey to counter by avoiding it and drilling Onikage’s other leg with a few shin kicks, making Onikage almost fall as he manages to catch himself and stumbles backwards, Kailey follows right after him assaulting her foe with a combination of a left low side kick, a right mid side kick, and then a second left low side kick. Moving in for the kill sort to speak, Kailey throws a chop to the side of Onikage’s neck, the Straight Edge Savior sacrifices his kidneys as he gets even closer to Kailey, wrapping her head into a front face lock and allowing her to openly chop the side of his body, but in exchange Onikage drives the point of his knee cap right into the face of Kailey Lane, but he doesn’t stop at just one knee strike, rather Onikage delivers several rapid fire knee strikes to the facial features of Kailey Lane, once her body goes a bit limp Onikage releases the hold and tosses her to the canvas in a heap. JH: Kailey rocks Onikage with quite a few well placed kicks! TM: And once again Onikage shows his ingenious nature! JH: Allowing his opponent to attack him in the sake of attacking them back might come back to haunt Onikage. TM: I think Kailey’s going to need a good plastic surgeon who does nose jobs after those knee strikes. A obvious expression of pain and frustration is on Kailey’s face as she clutches at it, her face being a bit tender after the abuse it took at the knees of Onikage, gingerly she makes it back up to her feet and Onikage looks ready to go through another striking bout, but rather Kailey extends her hands, calling for a knuckle lock. Dropping his fighting stances Onikage edges towards Kailey and her hands, extending his own and soon their hands inter-lock with one another, and the two start struggling for dominance, even with her best efforts though it is hard for Kailey to win in a test of strength when her opponent has hundred and thirteen pounds advantage on her. Slowly Kailey’s arms arch back and she winces in pain, being taken down to her knees in front of Onikage, the masked man is near merciless as he wrenches back, bending Kailey’s wrists further than they probably should go, perhaps in a fit of impatience to see her drop to the canvas Onikage rears his head back and head butts Kailey, sending the Nashville native falling back to a almost laying position. Without much warning Kailey’s legs in the blink of an eye wrap themselves around Onikage’s neck, Kailey’s expression contorts into anger and determination as she wrenches her legs tightly around the throat of Onikage and tries to push her hands back into a more comfortable position than Onikage is holding them at, in a desperate attempt to free herself Kailey wrenches her head scissors to the left but it only manages to make Onikage lose his balance a bit, though it is enough for her when she immediately whips to the right to send Onikage crashing off of his feet and fly over her head in a head scissors takedown! TM: Damn it! Kailey cheated! Cheater! Ref ring the bell! JH: A head scissors takedown isn’t cheating, it’s just a strange way to counter a knuckle lock tie up. TM: No, it’s dirty flippity floppity fipping cheating! She ruined perfectly good technical wrestling! JH:Oh just be quiet and stare at Kailey’s backside, letting us normal people enjoy the match in peace! Rolling up to her feet Kailey gets applause from JJ at ringside, who abruptly stops clapping and looks away from the ring, like he’s distracted by some thing, as Onikage gets up to his feet, Kailey grabs Onikage by the wrist and whips him right into her team’s turnbuckle, Onikage slams into the corner chest first as Kailey Lane tags out to Remy Barteaux. The Cajun takes a few steps back to get a running start before he charges into the corner, leaping into the air and grabbing Onikage’s left arm with his arms and hooking his legs around Onikage’s right arm, with velocity and speed Remy flips Onikage right out of the corner and spikes him on his head with the Flux Incapacitator! Dante and JJ cheer on Onikage to get up while Remy smirks, letting Onikage get up to his hands and knees, and then rushing forward, climbing right up onto Onikage’s back and jumping off of it, flipping in mid-air and crashing down on top of him with a Remy-Sault, getting back up to his feet Remy stares over at Dante and glares at the Ultimate Endurance Champion, shouting for him to tag in while Dante glares back. All this glaring allows Onikage time to get up to his feet, and without giving himself much time to rest clobbers Remy in the back of his head with a lariat, the Straight Edge Savior stands over the Cajun as he tries to catch his breath, gasping for air and pushing his dark locks out of his masked face, he staggers over towards his corner, dragging Remy along by his pants and tags in Dante, dropping down and rolling out to the apron as Dante enters the ring. JH: Remy’s in and he was on fire connecting with both the Flux Incapacitator and the Remy-Sault but- TM: I’ll finish that sentence for you, but he took his eye off of the game and Onikage taught him why that’s a bad idea, and now Dante’s going to show him why he’s out of Dante’s league. JH: I was going to say that Dante gave his partner the perfect distraction to get up and assault Remy. Funny how Dante didn’t look too interested in getting in the ring with Remy until Onikage nearly took his head off either. TM: Pft, you make it sound like Dante is scared of Remy or some thing, but let’s remember Hitchen, Dante’s the one with gold around his waist, not him, and more importantly Dante’s the one boning the lovely Madison Lee, not Remy. Heck, Remy won’t be boning any one after next week. Dante smirks as he stares down at Remy’s dazed body, playfully kicking Remy’s head a few times, slowly the smirk contorts into a look of furious rage and Dante connects with a near soccer kick to Remy’s skull, resulting in the Cajun rolling up into a ball as he clutches at his head. The Icon of TNT lazily presses the tip of his boot against Remy’s throat, blatantly choking him, Tony Clarke starts his count and yells at him to release the choke but Dante merely smiles and says “I have till five ref”, keeping the choke hold in as Clarke continues his count, finally when the number is on the tip of the referee’s tongue Dante lifts his boot off of Remy’s throat, causing Remy to cough and gasp as he starts to get that precious air back into his body. Leaning forward Dante grabs a handful of Remy’s blonde locks and roughly forces him up to his feet, but the Cajun tries to fight back once back up to his feet with a echoing chop across Dante’s chest, which Dante responds to with a forearm to the side of Remy’s skull, but Remy one ups him with a double chop to the chest, Dante further one ups the Cajun by performing a discus lariat and then whips Remy across the ring, Dante bounces off the nearer set of ropes and runs towards Remy. Both men charge towards the center of the ring, and within moments of reaching it hop into the air, both hitting each other with a leg lariat and the two of them drop to the canvas, both feeling the affects of the other’s leg lariat, at near exact same times Dante and Remy roll to their team’s sides of the ring and roll right up to their feet, they charge at each other and in stereo both go for a lariat, shaking each of them but neither falling down from it. TM: Come on Dante, don’t let this slimy little Cajun rat make you look bad. JH: You know, if I didn’t know any better, since obviously Remy is out of his league, I might say that Remy was proving that Dante isn’t in any league higher than him. TM: …Okay, maybe Remy isn’t quite out of his league but don’t keep rubbing it in. JH: In either case both those leg and arm lariats were pretty nice. Barteaux grabs Dante while he is dazed, throwing Dante’s arm over the back of his neck and wrapping his arm around Dante’s neck, he grabs a handful of Dante’s tights with his free hand, with quite a bit of force behind it Remy attempts to lift Coles into the air but to no avail, the Cajun attempts a second time to lift Dante up but again the same results, no dice, a look of frustration overtakes Remy’s face as he lets go of Dante’s tights and hammers the UEC several times in the kidneys with punches, and then quickly snatches a handful of tights again. A near primal yell is the audio for Remy’s last attempt to lift up Dante, slowly all two hundred and fifty five pounds of Samoan leaves his feet and hangs up in the air, but only for a few moments before Remy drives Dante skull first into the canvas with a brainbuster, he like a bolt of lightning floats over and lifts Dante back up to his feet and then up into the air, and for a second time he drives Dante down head first onto the canvas with a brainbuster. From the ordeal of lifting up Dante so many times Remy is a bit slower with floating over and getting the two of them up to their feet, a few beads of sweat run down the sides of Remy’s face as he struggles but manages to hold Dante up over his head, stalling for a few moments to cheers from the fans and Kailey, and like clockwork Remy drops Dante on his head for a third and final brainbuster. He takes a few moments to wipe the little bit of sweat forming on his face, his trademark Cajun smirk creeping over his lips to cheers from the fans, he rolls Dante over and hooks the leg for a pin fall cover. JH: Une, Deux, Trois! TM: Crap! Onikage! Do some thing! [align=center]1![/align] JH: This very well could be the end, Dante looked quite out of it after those three brainbusters. TM: No! Kick out! [align=center]2![/align] JH: There is no shame in losing like this. TM: Are you mad? There is plenty of shame to lose to a loser like Remy! [align=center]TH-NO! BROKEN UP![/align] JH: Darn it! I thought that was it, I’m not entirely sure if Dante could’ve kicked out if Onikage hadn’t come in and broken it up. TM: Ha ha, see, that’s the kind of advantages having a guy who is a former three time tag champ in your corner brings. Good ole Onikage, knew we could count on him. Clarke holds up two fingers as Remy glares at the back of Onikage’s head as the masked man exits the ring quickly as he came in, Remy gets to his feet and Dante isn’t far behind him, Coles shakes his head, trying to rid it of all the cobwebs it currently is experiencing, the Ragin’ Cajun is looking to end it as he hooks Dante into a front half nelson, the fans start to go crazy expecting the Cajun Drawl. It is as if a switch goes off in Dante’s head when he feels Remy’s arm near his body, like a caged animal Dante starts to wildly elbow Remy on the side of his head, phasing the Cajun slowly more and more with each blow, Dante Coles rears back and with extra force Dante elbows Remy’s right on the temple of his head, causing him to release his hold on Coles. Dante quickly takes advantage, wrapping his own arm around the front of Remy and threw Remy’s arm over his shoulder, he looks around and arches one of his oh so arrogant eyebrows, Dante lifts Remy up into the air and keeps him up there for a few moments before driving him back down, connecting with the Uranage. Remy is almost lifeless looking as he tries to get back up to his feet, Dante quickly gets back up to his own, walking behind Remy, when he gets up to his knees Dante lowers his head, placing it in-between Barteaux’s legs and grabbing hold of Remy’s legs, lifting him up onto his shoulders, he takes a few steps around the ring with the Cajun up onto his shoulders, he snatches hold of Remy’s head as he brings him down and drives him down in front of him with the Icon Driver! TM: Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah~! Icon Driver! Tony might as well ring the bell now! Remy is done, dead, game over, game over man, finished, the end, fin, and some other word! JH: This certainly doesn’t look good for the Southern team, Kailey is still recovering and besides, Remy is on the other side of the ring. Mean while Remy is looking like he could be ripe for a pin fall. TM: Might not look good for them, but certainly looks good for Madison’s team, Dante is getting on fire and Onikage is recovering. JH: I’m sure if Remy can dig down deep there might be some thing left in his tank, there has to be! Snatching a handful of Remy’s locks Dante drags the Cajun over to his corner, throwing him right into it, Remy tumbles down into a sitting position in the corner, he quickly slaps Onikage on the shoulder, exiting the ring and letting Onikage enter the ring. Onikage scrapes the side of his boot against Remy’s face a few times, performing a face wash on Barteaux, the Straight Edge Savior runs away from the corner over to one of the neutral corners, he turns around and charges right towards his team’s again, connecting a running boot scrape to Remy and nearly sending him over the bottom rope. He lifts Remy up to his feet and kicks him on the mid-section, resulting in Remy doubling over, Onikage throws Remy’s head in-between his legs and hooks both his arms, Onikage pauses for a few moments to stare over at Kailey who looks on from the sidelines with frustration, the masked freak lifts Remy right up into the air before he spikes him on his head with Flavor of the Month! Casually Onikage rolls Remy over onto his back and gets on top of him, hooking both his legs for a pin fall cover. JH: And there it is, Onikage’s Flavor of the Month, unless some thing happens soon it might be all over! TM: And I can’t be any happier! [align=center]1![/align] JH: Come on Remy, kick out! You can’t let it end like this! TM: Don’t worry, I’m sure Remy can some day learn to fight with those that are on his level. [align=center]2![/align] TM: It's over for the Cajun... [align=center]3~! DING DING DING~![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, by pinfall... DANTE COLES AND OOOOOONNNNNNIIIIIIKKKKKKAAAAAAGGGGGGEEE JH: Onikage and Dante seemed to have Kailey and Remy's numbers tonight... TM: I wouldn't mind having Kailey's number, or April's, or Kennedy's...*drools* JH: Stop that. Anyways, it doesn't look like Dante was too happy about Onikage pinning Remy. In fact it looks as though he has something to say to Onikage. Onikage gets to his feet, “Counterfeit God” playing over the arena speakers, and the crowd booing the hell out of him. Tony Clarke raises Onikage's hand in the air just as Dante gets into the ring, looking none too pleased. He gets right in the masked man's face, apparently not very happy about Onikage getting the pin on Remy. Onikage doesn't seem to care, turning his back on Dante and exiting the ring, joining JJ on the walkway and retreating to the back. Dante leans against the ropes, yelling up the walkway at Onikage. The crowd starts to cheer as Dante continues to bitch at Onikage. He finally turns away from the stage AND HAS HIS HEAD KICKED OFF BY REMY BARTEAUX!! JH: MOB HIT!! OH MY GOD, THE MOB HIT!! TM: Son of a bitch! How dare he assault Dante like that?! This match was over! JH: The match was over, but I'm betting that has more to do with what's happening next week. TM: Well next week it's gonna be Dante versus April instead a steel cage with no door. So Remy better get all his kicks in tonight because next week he can only sit back and watch. JH: April versus Dante for the Ultimate Endurance Championship inside a cage next week! TM: You wouldn't dare miss it! [align=center]-= © FIW. 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Quick Results: Sam Kinloch def. Loon 2.5 via pinfall Fighting Spirit Championship Rob Storm def. Graver via pinfall to win the championship The skull cowboy def. Alex Evans via pinfall Tag Team Match Dante Coles & Onikage def. Kailey Lane & Remy Barteaux when Onikage pinned Remy |
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