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| Slam! On Monday; 15th May 2006 | |
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[align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/align] Seeing Impact still laid out on the last minute, Manson grabs Hutch, hoists him up into muscle buster position and nails Pain! KR: That’s it! Its over! But NO!!! At the last minute hutch manages to slide out and land on his feet, a dazzled Manson turns around right into the Slice Of Fried Gold!!! Hutch quickly covers, [align=center]One! Two! Three!![/align] KR: Hutch has done it!! We have a new champion! CM: WHAT?! That’s not fair! Impact wasn't even in the ring! KR: It was perfectly fair! Hutch came out on top, beating Manson and impact fair and square. Manson’s awesome dynasty has come to an end and we have a new champion! This crowd is going wild! Hutch grabs the World Championship and raises it above his head to a thunderous ovation from the crowd! KR: We have a new era here on Slam!! [align=center]Well here's another one (WHAT!) In the gutter one (WHAT!) Ghetto runnin em Troblesome extra double double I come to beat em The beat em and mistreat em So what if that I'm cheating. Every one wanna sound grimey. Imma show you how come on (ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!)[/align] Nightmare finally scores a STUNNING right hand to Carl’s temple, and the silent giant looks to be on dream street as his eyes flutter! Nightmare snares him up, moving around him into a pump handle slam position! He I-M-P-O-S-S-I-B-L-Y pulls Carl upward and THROWS him right back down, SPIKING HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!! [align=center]Yeaah, ohh yeaah! YEAH! That's how we gotta be so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that Think about playin russian roulette with an atuomatic rifle My ass against the line blast bullets first On Line[/align] IMPACT IS CLOSE TO FALLING OFF, HE REGAINS HIS BALANCE BY GRABBING THE LADDER IN FRONT OF HIS CHEST! IMPACT STANDS UP STRAIGHT AND SWINGS BUT MANSON DODGES IT AND HE CLASPS A HAND AROUND IMPACT'S THROAT! MANSON SHOVES HIM OFF BACKWARDS OFF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE PYRAMID OF TABLES BEHIND HIM! MANSON RETAINS THE TITLE! [align=center]Toughest step and a rep and a run packin a weapon its wild Peace to the brothers on Rycher's Isle Pumping up a trebble and didn't like he's criminally in buck my eye, Oh my god I'm so high Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what does it take to make you get Making million children SLAM! Slam![/align] Oldriod comes to the outside, he grabs his World Championship belt and the ring bell. Orion brings both items back into the ring, he drops the title belt near a corner and then places the ring bell carefully. He grabs Ragin's legs and sets him up for a reverse figure four, Orion then pulls the Master of the Rage up into a crouching position...999 CHRISTIAN DDT!!!! RAGIN'S FACE CANNONS INTO THE RING BELL!!!! [align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/align] Sean slides back into the ring and Lance comes from behind and he drives down an elbow drop and Sean laid out stomach down. Sean crawls and he gets up to his feet and Lance swings him around and he kicks in the midsection and Sean doubles over. Lance backs up and he goes to charge at Sean and Sean goes to deliver a SUPERKICK, BUT LANCE DUCKS IN PURE INSTINCT AND SEAN TURNS AROUND RIGHT INTO THE STRIKE!!! CM: What the hell just happened?!? DV: The match is over? Sean is on the canvas breathing hard as Johnson raises the hand of Evers awarding him the victor of the match and Sean can’t believe his eyes. Sean gets up and he tries to plead his case, but Johnson doesn’t want any of it as he awards Evers the Tactical Chaos Championship and Sean is still bewildered. Sean looks at Shauna and he is blows steam as he hits Evers over the back of the head knocking down the newly crowned Champion. [align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/align] Impact charges at Manson with a clothesline, but Manson ducks and takes him down with a DDT! Manson comes off the ropes and jumps up, dropping a huge elbow into the chest of Impact! Manson looks around at the crowd, who are giving out a mixed reaction as hutch isn't currently involved, and lets out a huge roar! He grabs Impact in a face lock and prepares to deliver Pain! DV: Manson setting up pain! If he hits it it’s over! But no! Impact manages to swiftly knee Manson in the gut! he hoists Manson on to his shoulders, and spins him around delivereing the Head On Collision! He makes the cover! [align=center]I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (Ooohh) Slickly swift blast of the ghastly stashin fashion Then I provide I provide the you was cheat. Beside the getto Vibe Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE I come across with no fear For sure![/align] Jack and Nightmare take turns blasting Matt with shots until Ahriman gets into the ring, smacking Nightmare in the side of the head with the point of his elbow, then hits Jack with a boot to the gut and a sharp DDT! Matt staggers back as Ahriman seems to be taking over, he looks down at Brad Guinup who has finally gotten to his feet, Brad rushes over to Harley Manson and forearms him off the apron and into the safety rail, but when he turns around Ahriman inexplicably catches him in a front waistlock and belly-to-belly suplexes him over the top rope AND THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE TABLE AT RINGSIDE! The bell rings as Matt looks absolutely confused, as do Harley Manson and Nightmare. [align=center]Un-adult un-rated un-conformed Digusted, busted you wanna touch it. To hot! You forgot, you're not ready You're head could get ruptered. Hit between the eye I planned the plan alive I'm the plonic sonic UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS[/align] Logan moves to interrupt the assault, but just as he goes to grab ahold of Orion’s arm, the ECC stops and ducks forward, nicking Carl’s arm and grabbing his leg, WRENCHING THE MAN-GIANT OVERHEAD IN THE SLOPPIEST DAMN ANGLE SLAM YOU’VE EVER SEEN!!! [align=center]The villian (JUU), crooks (UUU),hot midas in confide us. See the big black picture if you look inside of My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic So kill the copy cat because it's al mastered Directin' it When y`all least expected it And thought it was safe ONYX hit you in the face so[/align] Orion Oldriod is sat at his desk, he looks up to see the camera approaching and the Slam! Commissioner welcomes his audience. He spins his laptop around and we zoom in on the Slam logo! [align=center] [/align]'Slam!' by Onyx continues to blare into the arena as the crowd get pumped up! At the announce desk Kurt Royle, Chip Martin and Dean Venchenzo are all ready to call the action! KR: Welcome to Slam! from Amsterdam! CM: Slam! On Monday is rocking with a Lumberjack match tonight and a BIG main event between two BIG men! DV: But first let’s found out what Lance Evers is up to tonight... The camera cuts backstage to a locker room. To be more specific, a private room set-up for a certain member of the roster, called Lance Evers. The room is decorated with weapons on the wall, and pictures from XPW and ECW on the walls. Sitting on the couch is Lance Evers, watching the television, where the match has just ended. Lance yawns watching, wearing his priest costume. His feet are up on the coffee table. There are barbed wire bats, chairs and even trash can lids on the walls. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, quite loud. Lance looks to the door, before rising to his feet. He walks across the room and opens the door. The camera looks in the doorway to reveal about 8 men, all in S.W.A.T. gear, wearing masks. Lance jumps in shock. He starts to scream out loud at them. Lance: NO! I SWEAR I HAD A LICENCE! THAT FILM WAS MADE FOR PERSONAL USE! I DIDN'T SELL IT, IT WAS MY BROTHER! PLEASE YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE MEEEEEE!!!!!! The front S.W.A.T. man walks into the room and tries to calm Lance down. S.W.A.T. 1: Woah buddy, calm down. We're not here for whatever you're talking about. We've been sent by Mr. Oldroid. Lance stops shouting, and catches his breath. Realisation comes across him, and he starts to speak in a more "inside" voice. Lance: Mr. Oldroid? Isn't this a bit extreme if it's about those paper clips I borrowed from his office? I mean sure, I know I should've asked, but I really needed them and.... S.W.A.T. 1: No Lance, we're not here because of that either. We're for because of your request to have the nuisance of the backstage stalker you've got. Lance: Jeff Noon? S.W.A.T. 1: I was refering to the vermin known as Ahriman. Lance: Oh, him. Yeah. So, are you like going to go around like an extermination team or something? S.W.A.T. 1: No, we're here to protect you. Lance: I don't need any protection, I'm the TCC Champion for God's sake! S.W.A.T. 1: And where is your title? Lance: Uh well, Ahriman kind of stole it... S.W.A.T. 1: Exaclty. We're here to make sure he does not do anything else. S.W.A.T. 1 turns to face his team. S.W.A.T. 1: Gary, Jason, you two guard the door. Michael and Carl survey the surrounding area. Harry and Bret, you can go asking around to see if anyone has seen Ahriman this week. Hank, stay with me here at Base. Lance: Base? S.W.A.T. 1: Your room here will be the base of operations. Lance: I see... S.W.A.T. 1: Nothing to worry about, Mr. Evers. Ahriman won't be bothering you all night, and you never know, by the end of tonight you might even have your title back around your waist. S.W.A.T., get to your stations. The S.W.A.T. members split up outside, while one comes into the room to join Lance and S.W.A.T. 1. Lance: So you must be Hank, and the others are Bret, Gary, Michael, Carl, Harry and Jason. What's your name? Lance poses the question to S.W.A.T. 1. S.W.A.T. 1: Shirley. Lance suddenly sniggers. Shirley looks at him, insulted. Shirley: WHAT?! Lance: Oh nothing, just like the wrestler Big Daddy... Lance tries to hold in his laughter, as the camera cuts to see Matt Impact in his private locker room, relaxing on his couch in his royalty attire, as the camera zooms in to his face, as Matt begins to speak. Impact: Welcome Slam! fans, to my private locker room. The still somewhat audible crowd from the Amsterdam Arena is heard as jeers and boos come through the speakers. Impact: Tonight, May 15, 2006, here at Slam! on Monday, I ask you, why are we here “wasting time” in my locker room, when we can be watching some kick ass, “Home of Hardcore” action? Impact smirks and shrugs his shoulders as he continues. Impact: Well that’s a very good question, and I truly don’t have the answer, but maybe the right question to be asked here, is why are we in my locker room, instead of the locker room of Slam!’s own Harley Manson, my opponent, tonight? Well that, I in fact do have the answer to. The screen turns to clips of Impact, dating back to his Slam! debut over two years ago, as we still hear the live feed of Matt’s voice, as a voice over. Impact: The answer is simple, while Harley was out getting face jobs, and jobbing on the independent scene as the hack he truly is, I was selling out crowds night after night in the Elites Sport Complex! I’m a two time World Champion, and he is just the brother of the former GM, and the person who holds what I should hold, and that is the longest reign ever as World Champ. So why does that make Harley Manson special? That’s right folks, it doesn’t! Who cares what his last name is, who cares about his height, his weight, or even his move set. All that matters, is I, the King of Slam!, Matt Impact, was selling out crowds, reigning as World Champion, defeating the likes of Nightmare, Orion Oldriod, Ragin’, Hutch, as well as many others, while he was getting paid on an appearance salary, just to feed himself, and his family, as well as pay his mortgage to shelter them as well. While I was the feature and cover boy of Full Intensity Wrestling video games, Harley was jobbing as a comedy act just to work up those fifty bucks to pay for the video game for him and his family to play. While I was stylin’ and profilin’ with pure FIW World Championship gold around my waist, Harley only had his replica belt that he bought from FIW Shopzone with two weeks pay! The clips cut as we go back to a live video feed of Matt Impact. Impact: The point is, I have the experience, the history, and the talent, and what does Harley have? Just a god damn last name. Harley, tonight, you will be defeated, in front of this very live crowd, and I will show you, as well as others, why I am the damn King of Slam!, handle that impact! We fade out to what seems like a commercial break, but it really isn’t, as some generic rock/metal music plays on your television screen, and the JumboTron in the arena, as words begin to show up, and be read off by a deep voice, as a large man in a complete black jacket, with a hood on is seen standing in a dimly lit room. [align=center]HIS PRESENCE WILL SOON BE FELT! THE UNKNOWN WILL SOON BE KNOWN! THE UNEXPECTED WILL SOON BE EXPECTED! WHAT WILL HAPPEN… WHEN THE KING OF SLAM!... AND THE UNKNOWN’S… PRESENCE ARE FELT? A NEW DAY IN FIW IS NEAR![/align] We fade out of this with a black and white screeching screen as if you turn your TV on with no cable or signal what-so-ever, and put the volume all the way up CC: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… As soon as the introduction to "Beautiful Disgrace" by Orgy comes in, the lights go off and Tara's logo can be seen on Slam!tron, with famous clips from Tara's former matches being shown inside the logo, only and just darkness outside of it. I see the real you You put me in my place Close to perfection You're out of control; you're out of control! With the music getting a bit quicker now, the logo has taken the entire Slam!tron, and is continuing to show random clips. Soon it just shows Tara just holding up former championships that she had held in the past, and the lights begin to flicker with a blue shade. The entire crowd boos as they see the mist rising up at the stage, with it rising up towards the rafters. Pardon me I feel the need to scream I'm ill stuck in the chemical abyss I'm gripping at the walls around me Coming slowly out from the mist now is the one and only, Frozen Phoenix, Tara. Her lips show a cocky smirk. Through the sunglasses are confident and cocky eyes, filled with greed... reflections of the ring can be seen off the sunglasses. She reaches her arms down and unfastens the trench coat from herself, and pushes the trench coat back a bit. One arm is lifted up into the air, as the crowd boos even more now. Her right index finger is extended out in the air, letting the fans know that she is one of a kind. Pardon me if I was laughing at the crimes I was laughing at the way you lie Tell me why All my lies come down to this! Her arm lowers, as she starts making her way down the ramp a little ways, while looking out at the fans. The lights have gone somewhat back to normal, as the mist begins to disperse out. She lifts her right hand up again, while her left is on her hip and removes the sunglasses. CC: Making way to the ring, hailing from San Antonio, Texas, U.S.A. and weight in at One hundred and Thirty Five pounds, TARA ‘THE FROZEN PHOENIX’ With a devilish grin coming over her face, and her seductive eyes, she looks right at the camera. Taking her time, she places the sunglasses on one of the pockets of her bulletproof vest. The crowd starts chanting "Slut" out at her, but she ignores the remarks of the crowd and continues her way down to the ring. She hurries her way down the ramp and slides inside the ring. 'Cause I don't need friends who try to wrap me up in red tape Get 'em off my back they're dead weight In case you didn't catch my signs the first time let me tell you again As soon as she's inside the ring, she raises her arms in the air and jumps up to the second turnbuckle at the nearest turnbuckle. A devilish grin is still on her face while the crowd is booing her, as she raises her arms in the air. After a few moments, she spins 180 degrees off of the turnbuckle, landing on the mat. She paces herself slowly inside the ring while waiting for the bell to sound. CC: And her partner The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entry ramp the first few rifts of “Getting Away With Murder” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and the strobe lights begin to flicker on and off. [align=center]I FEEL IRRATIONAL SO CONFRONTATIONAL TO TELL THE TRUTH AGAIN I AM GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER[/align] The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right with his publicist Shauna at his side. CC: Hailing from Fairfield, Connecticut, U.S.A. and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… Accompanied by Shauna, he is Mister Phenomenal… SEAN MADDDDDRRRROOOXXXXX! He begins to walk down the ramp admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as Shauna carries her precious puppy. [align=center]IT ISN'T POSSIBLE TO NEVER TELL THE TRUTH BUT THE REALITY IS I'M GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER (GETTING AWAY, GETTING AWAY, GETTING AWAY)[/align] Shauna reaches the apron and she climbs the steps as Sean follows her strutting himself into the ring in an arrogant way; he removes his leather trench coat and climbs the turnbuckle and poses. He then pets the little dog as he flips the crowd off and awaits his opponent. CC: And their opponents [align=center] "I've felt the hate rise up in me... Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves... I wander out where you can't see... Inside my shell, I wait and bleed... " "Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot hits the speakers as T-Bird comes out from the back almost crawling. Her hair is pulled up into a tight pony tail with a lime green ribbon. She wears a white Soaring Eagle t-shirt that is very loose on her body. She is also wearing a pair of baggy black jeans. Paint covers all of her face and her arms also. She reaches the end of the stage boucing but getting down on her knees. "GOODBYE!" Red pryo hits all around her as she pops out of it landing not to far away. T-Bird throws her arms up getting the fans to cheer even louder than they are now. CC: From Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.A. and weighing in at one hundred and thirty eight pounds, she is T-BIRD! Some go to their feet as she takes her dash down the ramp letting her hair down and throwing the ribbon into the crowd. A few people fight over it but the others just keep cheering as she slides into the ring sitting up on her knees throwing her arms up. "I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time Everything is 3D blasphemy My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up This is not the way I pictured me I CAN'T CONTROL MY SHAKES!..." T-Bird gets up on her feeting running over to the turnbuckle and stepping up. She grabs the edges of her Soaring Eagle shirt throwing it off into the crowd letting the fans fight over it again. She is left with just her black bikini top and her body painted the same as her face and arms. She jumps off heading to the opposite turnbuckle and greets the fans over there. Hopping off of there she bounces a little bit getting ready for her match to come.[/align] CC: And her partner The arena lights dim, as Korn’s here to Stay begins to play. [align=center]This time, taking it away I've got a problem, with me getting in the way[/align] Tomoko strolls out to a huge ovation from the crowd. She stands at the top of the ramp she looks around at the crowd and smirking slightly. She then raises both arms in a powerful pose. CC: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds, she is TOMOKO ONAMARI! She walks slowly down the ramp, looking intensely focused. [align=center]This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating. Anticipating, all the f**ked up feelings again.[/align] She steps into the ring and walks to the centre and holds up both arms to a huge pop from the crowd.. She walks to the corner and steps up on the middle turnbuckle and raises her arms. She steps down and stand on the spot, looking focused, awaiting her opponent. CM: Well I know how this match is going to go, wake me up when it’s done. DV: What do you mean you know how it’s going to go? CM: Come on Dean, Tomoko and T-Bird? Sean could handle them by himself KR: Yeah, with a chair and surprise attack! Joe Johnson goes over the rules with each of the teams quickly while checking them for weapons; he then tells the teams to choose the starter. It looks like Sean Madrox and Tomoko Onamari will start the match. CM: See I told you, now let me rest. Sean and Tomoko circle the ring for a moment before locking up, Tomoko throws Sean with a quick arm drag. Sean is right back up and charges right into another arm drag from Onamari, a Sean pop back up and teases charging in again but stops suddenly and makes a quick tag to Tara, the crowd jeer heavily as it Madrox steps out onto the apron. DV: Looks like Sean is going to let Tara handle it Chip. CM: He’s giving the rookie a chance. KR: He’s trying to get away from Tomoko that’s what he’s doing. Tara slingshots into the ring and charges Tomoko, she tries for a flying cross body but Tomoko drops down to avoid it. Tara rushes to her feet only to get knocked back down with strong kick to the back of right leg. Tomoko wait for Tara to get up then rushes in with front kick to the midsection, Tomoko seamlessly hooks up for a suplex she tries for the lift but Tara blocks it then drops to the mat bring Tomoko with her and rolling her into an inside cradle [align=center]1! 2! Kick Out! [/align] KR: Quick roll up for two Tara and Tomoko are up to their feet quickly, Tara delivers a quick dropkick. Tara whips Tomoko across the ring as she reaches her feet and catches her on the turn with a hurricanrana, Tara hooks a leg for the count [align=center]1! 2! Kick out! [/align] Tomoko Kick out just after the two, Tara jump up and away quickly. KR: Tomoko quicker with the kick out this time. DV: Tara is trying to put this match away quickly. Tomoko gets up and right away is hit with a forearm to the face, then another, Tara jumps up for another rana but Tomoko counters and delivers a powerbomb. Tomoko brings Tara up and knees her in the midsection twice then steps back and fires off a spinning back fist that levels Tara. Tomoko runs to the ropes as Tara starts to get up and flips forward with a rolling koppou kick, Tomoko rushes to her feet as Tara lays on the mat and uncaringly lays in a stiff boot to the side of the head. Tomoko jumps up and drops a knee to the forehead of Tara. Tomoko brings Tara up and whips her across the ring, Tomoko goes for a dropkick on the return but Tara holds onto the ropes. Tomoko rushes to her feet and charges in to take Tara over the ropes but the Frozen Phoenix pulls the ropes down, Tomoko goes over but holds on, Tara stands up, Tomoko tries to pulls herself up and over top rope but just as her legs get over Sean comes around the corner and instantly T-Bird is in the ring trying get to Tomoko and Sean but Tara points her out to Joe; who instantly rushes to T-Bird trying to get he back on the apron. KR: Don’t do it Sean! Sean has grabbed Tomoko keeping from fully entering the ring and set her up for a suplex, Tara keeps goading T-bird which keeps Johnson from noticing Madrox. CM: Oh this is going to be sweet It looks like Madrox is about to lift when instead he spins and falls from the apron, Tomoko is dragged from the top rope and almost spiked on the apron with a move that looked to be a spinning neck breaker but landed like a brain buster on the apron. CM: OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH! Tomoko stays balanced while inverted on the apron for a moment as Sean sits on the floor below before falling to the floor. KR: Sean didn’t need to do that! DV: No but I’m sort of glad he did, that was an interesting move. KR: If you call potentially career ending interesting, oh sorry forgot who my broadcast partners were for a second. DV: Like you can talk, “Spine Shattering” Kurt Royal. Tara looks back to see Sean getting back up onto the apron in their corner then turn Joe around and demands he count Tomoko out. At first Joe doesn’t suspecting Sean has done something but after realising he can’t do anything else he starts the count. [align=center]1! [/align] CM: I’m calling it, in ten seconds this match is over. [align=center]2! [/align] KR: Tomoko isn’t even moving. [align=center]3! 4! [/align] Tomoko starts to get up, Sean drops off the apron and walks over, Joe tells him to leave Tomoko alone but Sean stomps her down then stares at the referee with and smirks. DV: Madrox is just doing what he wants and not caring what other people are saying. Sean picks Tomoko up and rolls her into the ring. Tara dives on her with a cover hooking a leg and grabbing a handful of tights. [align=center]1! 2! Hand on the ropes! [/align] Sean jumps up on the apron and calls for the tag but Tara doesn’t respond; she picks Tomoko up and scoop slam throwing Tomoko away from the ropes. Tara runs to the ropes, jumps to and springs off the middle rope with a corkscrew elbow drop but Tomoko rolls out of the away at the last moment. Tara rolls around holding her hurt arm. Tomoko and Tara start to get up at the same time, Tomoko is only to one knee when Tara reaches her feet, Tara grabs Tomoko and pulls her in for a DDT but Tomoko fights it with a few forearms to the midsection followed up with a hard and fast Northern Lights Suplex, she bridges out [align=center]1! Broken by Sean before the two! [/align] Official Joe Johnson is up and in Sean’s face quickly after Sean delivered hard kick to the ribs of Tomoko. With Joe not looking T-Bird steps into the ring and helps Tomoko to her feet, Tomoko says something to T-Bird and the two bring Tara up and T-Bird holds Tara for a Russian leg sweep and Tomoko delivers a hard roundhouse kick to the face as T-Bird sweeps the leg. Sean is just stepping out of the ring as T-Bird rolls out of the ring. Tomoko picks Tara up and takes her over to a neutral corner and whips her across the ring. Tomoko follows Tara closely and delivers hard running back elbow then runs down the ropes towards Sean delivers a running front kick to the midsection that sends him flying from the apron. CM: That was obviously a low blow she should be disqualified. Tomoko then runs back at Tara; who has stumbled out of the corner with her head held low, Tomoko tries for a Yakuza kick but Tara ducks it and delivers a neck breaker dumping her much like Sean did on the apron. Tara doesn’t try for a cover instead she goes towards her corner to tag but Sean’s not there, she turns around to see Tomoko tagging out to T-Bird. Tara drops down and rolls out of the ring to discuss strategy with Sean but T-bird gives them not time, she charges towards their corner and leaps to the middle rope just adjacent of their position, springs up and spins with her back to them as she stands on the top rope above them she then flings back with a moonsault! KR: OH MY GOD! CM: She missed Sean. As T-Bird flipped overhead Sean stepped aside and pulls Tara in to take the full force. Sean picks T-Bird up and throws he against the ring post before rolling her into the ring. KR: What the hell is Sean doing? CM: What ever he wants or didn’t you understand it when Dean said it? Madrox slides in and stalks T-Bird as she gets up she reaches her feet and he swats at her leg sweeping it out from under her, he then pop up to his feet and leaps up with the CM: FULL ECLIPSE! DV: Sean might win it! KR: After throwing her against the steel ring post! Sean arrogantly hooks a leg! [align=center]1! 2! Kick Out! [/align] Tomoko was a moment from breaking the count when T-Bird kicked out, Sean stands up bringing T-Bird with him not knowing Tomoko is in the ring. Tomoko spins Sean around and delivers a hard chop followed by another and another, she fires two more after backing him into the corner, T-Bird and Tomoko both whip Sean across the ring, Tomoko then whips T-Bird towards Sean, T-Bird jumps and connects hard with the splash. CM: Someone needs to stop these two using team work. Joe forces Tomoko out of the ring and back to her corner; where T-Bird has Sean set up on the top rope. T-Bird climbs onto the second and riles up the crowd before she prepares for a rana but Sean shover her off and smoothly hops from sitting on the top to standing on the apron, he then punches Tomoko sending her from the apron. T-Bird gets to her feet and steps towards Sean but as she does so Sean slingshots over the ropes grabs either side of the middle turnbuckle and hooks his legs around T-Bird’s neck, Sean throws himself away from the cor and T-Bird’s head right into the middle turnbuckle. DV: Headache! The crowd jeer as Sean gets back to his feet looking very happy with himself, he drags T-Bird from the corner and covers her putting his feet on the ropes. [align=center]1! 2! Broken! [/align] CM: Sean had it! KR: Obviously not. Tomoko from the floor shoved Sean’s feet from the ropes alerting Joe to the situation. Sean gets up and starts chastising saying it should have been three and that his feet weren’t on the ropes Tomoko raised his feet and shook the ropes. CM: Cheating bitch, she set him up! DV: What? T-Bird sneaks up behind Sean and jumps up onto his shoulders delivering a reverse rana. T-Bird rolls Sean over, gets to her feet and drags him closer to the ropes. T-Bird jumps to the middle rope and springs up she throws her legs over the top rope and lets them catch to flip her back with force onto Sean, T-Bird covers. [align=center]1! 2! Tara with the save! [/align] DV: That was cutting it close CM: Madrox would’ve kicked out. Tara had just gotten on the apron to see T-Bird dragging Sean and was ready to make the save. Tara stays in the ring and provokes T-bird into a brawl they two exchange a several punches and forearms before Joe separates them, Tara tries to rush past Johnson only to get stuck with a roundhouse kick from T-Bird, Joe leaps back narrowly being missed by the kick. While Joe isn’t paying attention Tomoko shadows Sean on the apron and as he gets up, Tomoko leaps to the top as Sean turn towards her after he realises Tara has T-Bird and Joe busy, Tomoko leaps off, grabs Madrox’ head and plants him with the Rising Sun. Tomoko rolls to the out side as Joe takes Tara to her corner. T-Bird brings Sean to his feet noticing he is pretty much deadweight and she doesn’t know why, she looks over to her corner for an explanation, Tomoko has her hand out for a tag, T-Bird tags her in and Tomoko whispers something to her; likely an explanation. CM: Tomoko Onamari has cheap shotted her way through this match and now she wants in to reap the ill-gotten rewards. KR: She’s hasn’t done anything Sean Madrox wouldn’t. Tomoko takes Sean from T-Bird and shoves him against the ropes and delivers a hard roundhouse to the midsection as he comes off the ropes, Sean stumbles away towards a neutral corner, Tomoko kicks his hamstring but Sean keeps moving to the corner, lower kick to the outsider of the leg just below the knee, Sean holds the ropes and keeps moving, Tomoko hops aside and unleashes a brutal roundhouse kick to the middle of the back, Sean drops to his knees. DV: He might be pissing blood after that one! KR: Indeed his kidneys might be feeling it. Tomoko knees Sean in the face a few times before grabbing his head to keep him kneeling as she moves to his side again she then kicks shoves Sean’s head free and he braces himself with one arm, Tomoko kicks a leg into air and brings it down with force to the back to neck. KR: An axe kick by Tomoko, Sean could be out. CM: He’s playing, trying to get Tomoko into a false sense of security. DV: He’d have to be stupid to be playing that game, he’d end up knocked out before she let her guard down. Tomoko brings Sean up to his feet and whips him across the ring, she drops to the mat and he steps over on return, she jumps up as he hits the over ropes and tries for a spinning back heel kick as he comes back but Sean ducks under, Sean grabs Tomoko as she lands with her back to his and pulls her towards the ropes before rolling her up, he grabs a handful off tights and grabs the ropes as Joe counts [align=center]1! 2! [/align] T-Bird is in the ring [align=center]3! [/align] T-Bird couldn’t make it CM: Took longer then I expected but Sean did it. KR: He cheated! CM: How? KR: He had a handful of tights an- CM: He was probably just making sure she was all women like she says. KR: He have been better off undoing the zip DV: Someone give him that message before the next time they meet in the ring KR: No… at least no one say I said it! T-Bird argues with Joe Johnson as Sean gets u still dazed and wobbly from the axe kick earlier, Shauna helps steady him as does Tara, Shauna raises their hands. CC: Here are your winners by pinfall… THE FROZEN PHOENIX; TARA AND MISTER PHENOMENAL; SEAN MADROX! The crowd jeer as the announcement is made and Tomoko adjusts her tights, T-Bird and Tomoko head to the back noting looking too happy about the loss, Sean and Tara head up the aisle separately both with a smile. KR: Madrox picks up the win but that’s not the whole story here. CM: That’s what the record books will say! The camera cuts backstage to the "Base of Operations" otherwise known as the backstage room set aside for Lance Evers. Lance is sitting back on the couch, while Shirley and Hank are discussing things quietly to each other, with their masks now off. On the wall behind them is a noticeable photograph on one of Lance's many promos involving Jeff Noon in a dress. Lance finally gets up and yawns, before going over to the two S.W.A.T. men in his room. Lance: So then, any update on the Ahriman search? Shirely: Afraid not. There's no sign of him anywhere. Lance: You've been here for a while now, surely there's got to be something. Shirley: If there was, we'd tell you. Lance: Yeah, I know, I'm just so Goddamn bored. I don't want to be stuck back here being protected by bunch of Markone's rejects, I want to be out there wrestling, spreading the Ghetto Gospel. Shirley: Why is it the Ghetto Gospel? You're not from the Ghetto. Lance: Because it's cool and Hardcore. Jesus, have you never seen a New Jack promo.... Hank: Are you really a Hardcore fan? Or have you just seen other Hardcore things and pieced together your character from ideas stolen. Lance suddenly looks sharply up at Hank, with a look that could scare Guitarists off a mint condition original Hendrix Stratocaster. Lance: Silence you! You will speak when spoken to! Hank: What did you ju... Lance: Got that?! Hank sighs. Hank: Fine. Lance: Fine what? Hank: Fine....sir. Shirley meanwhile is looking at the digital watch on his hand. Shirley: Time to make the checks around. Shirley then grabs a walkie talkie from his belt, and calls in. Shirley: Jason, Gary, confirm status, over. The voice of one of the S.W.A.T. members comes through. Walkie Talkie: Check sir, both me and Gary have nothing to report, over. Shirley: Michael, Carl, confirm status, over. A different voice comes on. Walkie Talkie: Check sir. No signs of him yet, over. Shirley: Harry, confirm status, over. Yet another different voice. Walkie Talkie: Check sir. Ahriman has not been sighted. Bret and I have split up to cover a larger surface area, over. Shirley: Bret, confirm status, over. Shirley waits, but this time, there's not answer. Lance looks over, as does Hank, as an annoyed Shirley tries again. Shirley: I repeat, Bret, confirm status, over. Again there's no answer. Hank: I need the toilet, I'll be back in five minutes. Shirley: Fine. And see if you can spot Bret while your out there. Hank turns and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. Shirley looks to the walkie talkie one more time. Shirley: I repeat, Bret, confirm your status, over. A voice suddenly comes on the walkie talkie. This one is recognisable though, and not one of a S.W.A.T. member's. Ahriman: Hello Shirley. Bret can't come to the phone right now. Put Lance on. Shirley: You bastard! Where's my man, damn it?! Ahriman: Put Lance on. Shirley hands Lance the walkie talkie Ahriman: Hello Lance. So you're hiding? I don't blame you, but your SWAT guard... they're not really protection... they're like a thin sheet of glass... and sooner or later, they'll all be gone. There is a sound of laughter and Lance starts to get angry. Ahriman: Oh don't worry about Bret. You'll be seeing him very shortly, in fact, he's right on top of you. The voice on the Walkie Talkie cuts out. Lance looks up at Shirley, confused by what was just said by Ahriman. Suddenly, a loud sound is heard from above them. The polystyrene tile ceiling suddenly collapses into the room, and with it into the room falls a large lump. Both Lance and Shirley dive out of the way. The lump hits the floor with a loud thump. The dust finally clears, as Lance and Shirley get up. They walks over to the lump on the floor. They look over it, as the camera turns on it to see that it's actually a member of S.W.A.T. His uniform is covered with blood, and his unmasked face is badly beaten. He's apparently unconscious. Shirley: Bret! That son of a bitch Ahriman did this to Bret! He's going to pay! Lance: Holy shit... Shirley grabs the walkie talkie of Lance and starts to scream into it. Shirley: Hank! Get your ass back here now! There is nothing but static coming through the walkie talkie though. Shirley tries again. Shirley: Hank! I said get back here, do you copy?! Again, there is no answer. Suddenly, over the walkie talkie is heard the manic laughter of Ahriman once again. Shirley's face fills with pure anger, as he suddenly shouts out, and throws the walkie talkie against the wall. It smashes, and Shirley turns. He runs out of the room, followed by Lance. They pass Jason and Gary, who look at each other before starting to run with them. Shirley runs down the corridors. He finally comes to the men toilets. He bursts through the door, and there in the corner, covered in blood is Hank, crouched down. He runs over to Hank. Shirley: Hank, are you alright? Hank, can you hear me? Hank does not respond, and instead stays perfectly still. Behind him, Gary calls out. Gary: Sir, the mirror. Shirley looks across at the mirror. On there is a message in blood, which reads "Boiler Room". Shirley turns around and looks at Jason, Gary and Lance. Shirley: Gather everyone up. We're catching this bastard in the boiler room. Gary and Jason look at each other and nod, while Lance has a worried look on his face. The camera cuts away to Slam! General Manager Orion Oldriod sat at his desk wearing his wrestling gear and sat opposite him is none other than Extreme Chaos Legend Elrick. Elrick: What I want is very simple, I want a rematch with Sean Madrox and I want it next week! Orion: I’m sorry Elrick, as much as I’d love to…that’s not going to happen. As it happens I have just booked a couple of matches for future shows and one of them is next week, Tomoko Onamari versus Matt Impact with Madrox in Impact’s corner. Elrick: Well you can just add me to that match right there. I’ll volunteer to be in Tomoko’s corner! I’ll make sure Madrox doesn’t get involved in the match. Orion: That is a great idea. Next week, Matt Impact with Sean Madrox is his corner versus Tomoko Onamari with Elrick in her corner and that will kick off the show! Elrick: All right, I’m happy with that. Orion: As a matter of fact, I’ll book in another match for Summer of Sin. Tomoko Onamari versus Sean Madrox one-on-one! Elrick: Sounds good to me. Elrick and Oldriod shake hands across the desk, Elrick then stands up to leave and Orion does the same since his match is up next! [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] |
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Surrounding one side of the ring are Team USA: Nightmare, Prime and Ahriman. On the other side stationed are The World representatives: Hutch, Xtreme Kitten and Toan. CC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Lumberjack Match! The lights in the arena dim and drums beat from all around as strobe lights begin to flicker about the stage. A just audible whisper comes over the PA system which beckons the attention of everyone to the top of the stage. [align=center]Can you feel that? Oh, Shit…[/align] Guitars kick in as the strobe lights get faster and smoke begins to fill the stage. By now the crowd is fully aware of who is going to burst onto that stage and they begin to cheer. Suddenly, David Drainman screams and pyros explode all over the stage and ramp. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Jack then bursts through the curtains from backstage and through the thick smoke from the pyros and fog machines. He stops at the top of the ramp and raises the double bird as fans cheer him wildly. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah[/align] Manson then heads down the ramp as the lyrics to the song begin to play. He slaps his hand out at nearby fans as they lean over the guard railing trying to score a touch of the former GM. [align=center]Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant I kneel Will you give in to me? It seems what's left of my human side Is slowly changing in me Will you give in to me?[/align] Manson slides into the ring and staggers around the ring flipping everyone in sight off as he makes his way around all the ropes. Jack then raises his arms in the center of the ring and belts out loud growling scream. [align=center]Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes Oh no there is no turning back now You've woken up the demon….. IN ME!!!!!![/align] Explosions burst from all corners of the ring in a domino effect starting from the announce booth side and then cascading up the ramp and from left to right on the stage. As the smoke clears the crowd chant loudly as Manson prepares for the match. CC: Introducing first, representing Team USA...JACK MANSON! Sirens begin to wail in the arena and the opening line to Motorhead’s ‘King of Kings’… [align=center] Behold the King, the King of Kings! ![]() On your knees dog, All hail![/align] The fans react in a mixed reaction as Lemmy Kilmister encourages the fans to bow down to the Slam! General Manager. 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod emerges from the entrance wearing his black Armani suit and a dark blue power tie. He stands in the centre of the staging, looking out at the capacity crowd before looking at the solid gold Rolex watch around his wrist and placing his hands on his hips leading to a subtle smirk on Orion's face. [align=center] Bow down to the, bow down to the King! Bow down to the, bow down to the King! Bow down to the, bow down to the King![/align] ’The Oracle’ heads down the entrance ramp towards the bottom of the ramp shaking hands with a few of the fans. Orion walks around ringside to the steel steps. Oldriod walks up the steps and enters into the ring. The Slam! GM walks across to the opposite side of the squared circle where he stands in the centre of the ring, raising his arms in the air and gold coloured fireworks shoot up from all four corners! The pyro dies down, the music fades out and the lights return to normal as Charles Cruz prepares to make his announcement. CC: And his opponent, representing The World...General Manager ORION OLDRIOD! KR: Orion with new entrance music, sounds familiar but I like it! CM: General Manager versus Former General Manager. DV: Former World Champion versus Former World Champion too Chip. Prime steps up onto the apron and points at Orion, distracted Oldriod enough for Jack Manson to attack from behind! Referee Tommy Owens quickly calls for the bell to kick this International Showdown preview match off. Jack turns Orion around, feigns a tie up before ramming Oldriod back down to the canvas. Oldriod takes his time in swinging his legs around as he picks himself up off the mat. They tie up this time around, Manson quickly using his superior strength and size to toss Oldriod again down to the mat. The back of Orion's head bounces off the canvas like a basketball on a court. DV: You've got to look out for ring-rust on Orion. He's been pushing a desk for a month now whereas Jack has been wrestling a full schedule. CM: If he were here I'm pretty sure he'd say that form is temporary, class is permanent. Orion is up on his feet again and makes a motion to the referee that Manson was pulling his hair. On the outside of the ring Hutch and Nightmare trying to get the crowd behind their respective team-mate. The two competitors go to lock up again but this time Manson goes straight off for a hard right hand...Orion ducks! He comes back with a European uppercut of his own to stagger Jack Manson back to a turnbuckle. Jack storms out of the corner as a smirking Orion salutes the capacity Dutch crowd. Manson walks across the ring with a purpose and Jack corners Orion, Oldriod tries to escape but Manson grabs his waist and pushes him back into a turnbuckle. Manson works the body, three punches to the gut followed by a hard straight right to the face. KR: Looking at two of the older statesmen of the Slam! roster. DV: I don't think Jack will like you saying that. Manson pulls Oldriod back to his feet and opens him up for a CHOP! Manson laces him with one CHOP before Orion slumps down in the corner. Jack snatches his arm and jerks him upright. Oldriod is then irish whipped across the ring, his back absorbs the impact from the turnbuckles and he only has a moment to dwell on it before Manson blasts him with a turnbuckle clothesline! Jack pulls Orion a short distance out of the corner before turning him around and tossing him through the ropes! CM: First bit of Lumberjack action! Immediately Nightmare and Prime swarm around Orion, stomping away at the General Manager and they get a few good licks in before The World guys make it around the ring to cut them off. Prime and Nightmare, the two big men stall XK, Toan and Hutch as Ahriman slams Orion's head into the ring apron before rolling him back in to Jack. Manson pulls Orion up and sets him in the corner. He chokes Orion out with both hands wrapped around his throat. Manson only releasing him to shout back at the referee. Manson goes for an irish whip, Oldriod slams into the 'buckles but moves out of the way as Jack charges at him! Manson has taken to the air for a flying splash and lands across the top rope! DV: That's gotta hurt! KR: Jack Manson crotched on the top rope and I wonder what's going to happen here... Orion grabs the top rope, he starts shaking it up and down! Tommy Owens admonishes Orion and Oldriod responds by pushing Manson off his position on the top rope and Jack drops down to ringside! XK and Toan are first on the scene to put the boots in, Xtreme Kitten adds a shining elbow drop in before Nightmare and Ahriman appear to run them off. Hutch gets a sneaky shot in on Manson, dropkicking him back into the steel steps! Nightmare helps Jack back into the ring and Orion takes over, positioning him against the turnbuckle for Orion to mount the second rope for the classic 10 punch. [align=center]1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10![/align] Orion plays to the crowd for a moment, allowing Jack to reach up and walk him out of the corner for an inverted atomic drop! Jack then goes for a short clothesline but Oldriod ducks! Orion spins on a sixpence and performs a standing dropkick to knock Manson off his feet. As Jack gets back up he finds himself very close to Toan, who reaches underneath the bottom rope and trips Manson! Orion takes advantage, dropping an elbow down on his back and then catching Jack with a boot as the Seattle native starts to get back up. CM: Jack not getting all of that inverted atomic drop. KR: Toan tripped Jack Manson and I don't think that's legal! DV: It certainly is not. 'The Oracle' takes Jack to the ropes, chokes him on the middle rope as referee Tommy Owens reaches a four count before he lets it go. Orion snatches at Manson's arm and whips him across the ring. Manson hits the turnbuckles and comes out springing, he twists and catches Orion in the jaw with a hard back elbow! Oldriod rebounds off it and drops through the ropes to the outside! Both Xtreme Kitten and Nightmare are on the scene first, XK screens off Nightmare as Hutch helps Orion up and back up. Prime shoves Hutch away, Hutch then backs off and Toan steps up the Evolution of Excellence. The stand off at ringside allows Jack Manson to leave the ring. He finds Oldriod leaning against the ring apron. KR: One thing to comment on is that normally men like Prime and Nightmare or Toan and Xtreme Kitten on the other side would not work together. DV: They have a common goal, win the International Showdown and that means they have to combine their efforts. Jack spins Orion around and blasts him with a headbutt. Jack rolls him back in under the bottom rope and Manson joins the GM in the ring. Oldriod crawls across the ring to the opposite side of the ropes but Manson is right there with him! Jack pulls him to his feet and just RAMS Orion's head into the nearest top turnbuckle. It wasn't even his head, it was the side of his face. Manson continues with his brawling style of wrestling, keeping the pace down and hard hitting offence. Jack SLAMS a fist into Orion's face and holds his head up with his other hand so he can unload with a series of punishing blows. CM: These two have been friends and enemies in the history FIW. DV: You can look back to when Orion was World Champion largely in thanks to the GM at the time Manson. KR: And let's not overlook in 2004 at Déjà Vu Orion versus Jack in an epic Submissions match. Orion comes back with a kick to the gut but Jack is right back on it with a haymaker right hand. Jack pulls him out into the middle of the ring, Jack attempts another punch but Orion blocks it! Orion comes back with a punch of his own! Manson tries another one but the second one is blocked too! Orion catches Manson with a strike to the head before Jack rakes him in the eyes. Orion stumbles back to the ropes and Jack whips him across the ring. Oldriod bounces back off the ropes and gets flattened with a big boot! KR: Manson at 6'4, 280 pounds holds the advantage in height and weight. DV: And he has the recent match advantage too with Orion not in action for a month. Jack casually rolls Orion out of the ring where his Team USA colleagues are stationed. They get their licks in, boots and punches all finding their mark on Orion before Oldriod's The World team-mates arrive on the scene. Xtreme Kitten and Hutch roll Orion back in as they are taunted by Prime and Nightmare. Orion is sent back in where Manson is ready and waiting. He scrapes Orion up off the canvas and irish whips him into the turnbuckle with high velocity! Jack Manson even leaving his feet as he drives Orion into the turnbuckle with the whip! DV: Big move on Oldriod! Manson drops into a cover, making sure to drive his forearm down into Oldriod's face. [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: First cover of the match results in a kick out by Orion. CM: The General Manager showing his intestinal fortitude. Manson questions the referee's count before pulling Orion up and shoving him back against the ropes. He whips him into the ropes opposite and on his return flips Orion over to the mat with a well-placed knee to the gut. Manson drags Orion to the corner and chokes him with a boot. Oldriod slumps down in the corner to the mat and still Manson keeps his boot pressed against Orion's throat. Jack then backs off at the request of referee Owens allowing Prime to reach up and choke Orion! Owens concentrates his attention on Prime as on the other side of the ring and Manson takes advantage by exposing one of the top turnbuckles. DV: He's loosened up Orion's teeth with moves like the big boot and now he's loosening up that turnbuckle. Manson goes back to Oldriod after dispatching the turnbuckle pad through the ropes. He picks Orion up and positions him in a standing headscissors. Manson leans in and hoists Orion up...POWERBOMB! Jack drops into a cover and hooks the near leg! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: Second time Orion has kicked out of a pinfall attempt. Manson grabs Orion by the hair and drags him to his feet. He then takes Orion to the exposed turnbuckle and SMASHES Orion's head into it! Orion rebounds back off it into a stumble into the centre of the ring. He turns around and Manson runs through him with a stiff clothesline! Orion picks himself back up only to be knocked back down again. Orion is not sticking to mat, back he comes and this time Jack nails him with a body punch before knocking Oldriod back down. Orion keeps coming, getting up and going down for another three times! Finally Orion blocks a right hand and chops Manson in the chest. Jack's offence is stalled for a moment but he responds with a headbutt. KR: Slugfest happening and Orion won't win that. DV: Course he won't, Jack has all the power in this contest. Jack chokes Orion on the middle rope, pressing his bodyweight down upon Orion's back. Manson stands off Orion and holds the referee back, allowing Ahriman a free shot on Oldriod. Jack shoves the referee aside, he picks Orion up and whips him across the ring. Manson goes for a clothesline but misses and Orion locks on a sleeper! Jack struggles against it but Oldriod has it locked on! Prime jumps up onto the apron for a second time in this match and Oldriod releases the sleeper to knock Prime down from the apron! He then turns into a SIDEWALK SLAM! CM: Manson with the advantage again! DV: I'm surprised Orion has last this long. KR: He has taken a lot of punishment. Jack Manson makes an odd move for him, he steps through the ropes onto the apron. Manson starts to climb up the turnbuckle. He reaches the top to find Orion holding onto referee Tommy Owens...Hutch shoves Manson off the turnbuckle! Jack pulls himself up using the ropes and he walks right into a right hand from Orion! Manson fires back with one of his own! Orion launches a kick into Jack and follows up with a forearm shot to the face! Orion backs into the ropes and catches Jack in the face with a spinning heel kick to knock him down! Oldriod nails him with a knee drop to the chest and gets on top for the pin! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] Orion is frustrated. He holds three fingers up at the referee but Tommy Owens only replies with two. Orion takes hold of Jack's head and pull him up, he leads Jack into a corner and sends him head-first into the top turnbuckle. Orion turns him around and lands a couple of loud CHOPS! He irish whips Jack across the ring, Manson hits the turnbuckles and Orion runs in...back elbow by Manson! Orion staggers back into the middle of the ring and Jack takes him down to the mat with a back suplex! DV: Jack back in the control seat. KR: Neither man wanting to stay down! Manson is charge as he pulls Orion up, waffling him with a series of forearm shots to the head. He presses Orion against the ropes and goes for a whip but Orion reverses! Manson is shot into the ropes and he rebounds back into a POWERSLAM! Orion goes to the nearest corner, with Team USA members Ahriman and Prime just below him, Orion stands on the second rope. He then launches off with an ELBOW DROP! Orion lands it perfectly across the chest of Manson and stays on top for a cover! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! KICK OUT![/align] Orion wastes no time, he pulls Jack up and goes for a punch that Manson blocks! Jack irish whips Orion but again Oldriod reverses! Jack comes off the ropes to find Oldriod's head lowered way too early...SPINNING NECKBREAKER! Jack gets back up and signals the end is near but Toan grabs his foot underneath the bottom rope! Jack turns around and pulls Toan up onto the apron before nailing Toan with a hard right hand to send him down! Meanwhile Hutch slides his World Championship belt in to Orion and Jack turns around...ORION BLASTS JACK MANSON IN THE HEAD WITH THE BELT! KR: Orion used Hutch's belt and now he tosses it out of the ring back to Hutch! DV: It can't end this way! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! SHOULDER UP![/align] Orion grabs Tommy Owens! He shakes Owens by his shirt in frustration! Orion tosses his referee aside and calls for the belt back from Hutch. Hutch throws the belt to Orion and he turns to nail Jack with it again but Owens tries to take it from him! Orion and Owens struggle over the belt, Orion pushes him down and turns to find Jack up on his feet...JACK PICKS ORION UP FOR THE MUSCLE BUSTER! KR: Here it is! DV: It's over if he hits it! PAIN BY JACK MANSON DESTROYS ORION! JACK MAKES THE COVER! [align=center]1! 2! TOAN SLAMS A CHAIR DOWN ACROSS JACK'S BACK![/align] CM: Toan broke up the pinfall! DV: Jack had it won for sure! CM: Now we'll never know! NIGHTMARE SLIDES IN AND TAKES DOWN TOAN! THEY SCRAMBLE OUT OF THE RING UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE STILL FIGHTING AND THE REST OF THE LUMBERJACKS JOIN IN! KR: It's a brawl at ringside! PRIME SLAMS XTREME KITTEN'S HEAD INTO THE STEEL STEPS...HUTCH NAILS AHRIMAN FROM BEHIND...NIGHTMARE AND TOANA RE STILL GOING AT IT! ORION IS DISTRACTED AND JACK KNOCKS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES! DV: This referee has lost control! Jack Manson goes to the outside; he lifts Orion up to his feet and strikes him with blow after amazing blow but Oldriod is soaking in the punishment. He is leant against the ring apron to keep him upright and Jack tosses him back into the ring. Once both are in the ring, Manson waits for Orion to slowly regain his vertical stature before burying a knee deep into his abdomen. Oldriod appears winded as Manson hooks him up one more time. He picks Orion up and calls for his ‘Pain’ finisher again. Jack tries to lift Orion up BUT OLDRIOD TWISTS IN MID-AIR TO TAKE JACK DOWN IN AN ARMBAR! ORION LOCKS IN THE CROSSFACE! KR: He calls it 'A Fitting End'! CM: Submission move! MANSON IS STRUGGLING AND WRIGGLING DESPERATELY BUT ORION’S GRIP IS SO TIGHT THAT HE HAS NO ROOM TO MANOEUVRE! MANSON’S LEGS FLAIL IN THE AIR AND BANG THE MAT, KICKING AND TRYING TO GIVE HIM SOMETHING BUT NOTHING COMES! JACK’S EYES ARE LOCKED ON THE BOTTOM ROPE BUT HE CAN’T GET THERE! DV: Come on Jack! Power through! CM: Manson is weakening! JACK’S LEGS GRADUALLY STOP MOVING ABOUT, THE ENERGY IS BEING SUCKED OUT OF HIM AND YOU CAN SEE HIS FACE TURNING A SHADE OF RED! MANSON RAISES HIS FREE HAND IN THE AIR…AND PRIME PUSHES THE BOTTOM ROPE CLOSER TO JACK! MANSON GRABS IT! KR: Orion had it won that time! CM: He was close to tapping! Manson is hurt, he is coughing and spluttering as Orion picks him up. Oldriod is looking for his Oracle Slam but Toan has tossed Nightmare across the announce desk and slid into the ring with a chair in hand...TOAN AIMS FOR JACK BUT NAILS ORION BY ACCIDENT! MANSON TOSSES TOAN OVER THE TOP ROPE AND PINS ORION! [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] CC: Here is your winner...JACK MANSON! KR: Manson wins it! DV: He got the win after Toan was aiming for Manson with the chair! Manson has his arm raised for just a moment before he makes a beeline for Toan! MANSON DIVES THROUGH THE ROPES AT TOAN! KR: Brawling is happening all over the ringside area! Kurt hardly finishes talking when Nightmare clotheslines Xtreme Kitten across the announce desk! DV: We've got one last commercial break and we still got Harley Manson vs. Matt Impact to come! [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] For the third time in as many weeks, Leonard Locke appears on our screen. Mr. Locke is sat in a high-class restaurant, dressed in a loose shirt against a backdrop of bright sun in a clear blue sky. Locke: Good morning, that's right it is morning here in Amsterdam as this is taped and through the magic of television I can appear to you as if it were right now. It seems as though Leonard Locke has ruffled a few feathers. General Manager Oldriod has insisted I appear in Amsterdam for this week's show but he didn't say when I had to be in Amsterdam. Mr. Locke appears proud of himself, having seemingly outsmarted the Slam! GM but the crowd's jeers tell another story. Locke: I understand exactly why you boo me. You know that as soon as I step into a Slam! ring, I will obliterate all the competition. I mean, I'm already the tallest man on the roster. Wait...that's when I stand on my wallet! It's because I care to dream. Normal people never let their dreams get farther than their front door because they are afraid of failure. I have never been afraid of failure and I have never failed. I think it's time that you stop listening to your Sunday school fairytales and start listening to Machiavelli who says that there is no right and no wrong in society and that people do things because they want something back! It's simple cause and effect. CM: So intelligent isn't he? KR: If only some of that intelligence rubbed off onto you when your lips are pressed up against his a- DV: Kurt! Before Mr. Locke can continue, his attention is distracted by the waiter bringing over his breakfast. The waiter delicately places the plate in front of Mr. Locke and receives a handsome tip. Waiter: Eggs Florentine. Locke: Thank you. He turns back to the viewers, smelling the aroma coming from his breakfast plate as he turns his head. Before Mr. Locke can utter a single word his attention is once more distracted by the arrival of Slam! Interviewer Shawn Ayres and a very pregnant woman with him. Mr. Locke turns up his nose. Locke: Can I help you? Ayres: Yeah, looking for Leonard Locke. Know where hell he is? Locke: You are looking at Mr. Locke. I was about to eat alone. I came into this world alone and I will leave alone. I don't need a damn soul with me so take your leave and off you go little man. Shawn looks very disappointed. He looks at his pregnant companion with sorrow in his eyes. Locke: You may aswell introduce yourself now that you're here and encroaching on my personal space. Ayres: I'm Shawn Ayres, I work for Slam! and this is my friend Julie. Mr. Locke offers his hand and Ayres enthusiastically shakes it. As soon as he releases Mr. Locke's hand, Leonard frowns and wipes his hand on the napkin on the table. Ayres and his friend sit at the table opposite Mr. Locke. He does not look all too pleased with the pair joining him. Shawn 'Wheezy' Ayres begins to live up to his name by pulling out a packet of cigarettes that his friend snatches from him, motioning towards the baby. She then goes off in search of a class of water. Ayres: Thanks Mr. Locke. I know I'm supposed to interview you but it has just been one crazy week. My friend's husband left her... Shawn covers his mouth at one side to indicate that the following statement is private between him and Mr. Locke. Leonard leans forward as a courtesy. Ayres: ...For another man. Mr. Locke raises his eyebrows and picks up his cutlery to begin eating his breakfast. Ayres: The boyfriend's name is Stan. He was a contractor hired to expand their master bedroom. Isn't it ironic that just as she gets the closet of her dreams, her husband comes out of it. Locke: I'm sorry hher marriage ended in a shambles. But that is what happens when you are fun-loving and have a little too much fun...loving. Shawn waves at Julie as she waits for her drink. He then begins to gossip again Ayres: You know what she did to get back at them? She slept with her ex-husbands brother. That’s a normal reaction right? Locke: Yes of course it is…in Arkansas! Now if you don’t mind taking your leave, I can finish my breakfast before I go to the local Wine Club meeting this morning. Shawn nervously fidgets and his eyes wander from side to side. Locke: Shawn, what have you done? Ayres: I sent the car waiting for you away; I didn’t think we’d need to go anywhere else to do the interview. Don’t worry about it, those Wine Club’s are just a bunch of stuffed shirts talking about their portfolios and prostates. Locke: Exactly and you’ve ruined it! Now if you will kindly go somewhere, preferably the edge of a very tall cliff, I can finish my Eggs Florentine breakfast. Ayres: Eggs Florentine? He leans closer to Mr. Locke once more. Ayres: You know, I have Eggs Benedict after a night of passion. Locke: Eggs Benedict? That’s very rich. Ayres: I only have it once a year… [align=center]--FADE OUT--[/align] The FIW camera cuts backstage once again. This time, we're in one of the corridors. Filling the corridor are the 6 remaining members of S.W.A.T. All have their masks now on, apart from Shirley. Shirley is talking to Lance. They're all standing in front of a door which states on it: "Arena Boiler Room". Shirley: We're going to go in here, and take care of Ahriman for you. Just stay out here, I'll give you the all clear when we have him. Shirley pulls down his mask, and turns around. He signals to the other S.W.A.T. members. He then walks straight up to the door, before bursting it open, and running in, followed by the rest of S.W.A.T. The last S.W.A.T. member closes the door behind him. Lance waits outside, as inside the room, fighting sounds are heard. The struggle seems to be quite loud, as Lance tries his best to ignore it. He starts to speak to himself. Lance: Come on Lance. You're the Hardcore Legend. This is just some self-harming freak that hurts himself more than he can ever hurt you. He's nothing. Just then, the fighting noise stops. The door slowly opens, and Shirley walks out, still masked. Shirley: We've got him. Lance walks over and goes into the boiler room. He walks in to see that all of the S.W.A.T. members are lying down on the floor, knocked out. Lance looks around the boiler room, eyes darting for a sign of Ahriman. They fall upon a heap of a body on the floor. He has nothing on top clothing wise, and his back faces Lance. Evers sighs a bit in relief, seeing who he believes is Ahriman on the floor. He walks over to the body. He grabs it and turns it over on it's back, to reveal not Ahriman, but the body of Shirley. Lance eyes open in horror. Lance: Oh Jesus Christ... Sadistic laughter is heard behind Lance, in the doorway. He turns around to look to the doorway. Standing there is the S.W.A.T. member he believed to be Shirley. The S.W.A.T. member removes his mask, and the face of Ahriman grins at Lance. Lance goes to runs straight at Ahriman, but the door suddenly swings shut, and is heard locking. Lance gets to the door and tries to pull it open, but it has been locked from the outside. Lance: Ahriman! Le me out you bastard! Come on and face me! Ahriman speaks from the other side of the door. Ahriman: I told you Lance... I told you that they wouldn't help you. No-one can, and more importantly, no-one will after tonight. Look at your precious S.W.A.T.... broken so easily, eight men... against me... and the result? Rather obvious isn't it. Lance: Come on! Accuse me of hiding and then lock me behind a door?! Afraid of what I'll do when I finally get to beat the living Hell out of you?! Ahriman: Oh no Lance, don't worry... there are greater things in store for you... the Powers That Be have bigger plans for you, and believe me, the idea makes me oh-so excited, this is my time to shine Lance... Lance: What the Hell are you talking about?! Ahriman: You will see in due time. Enjoy your time with the S.W.A.T.s... it won't be long mon cheri. I'll see you soon... Lance starts to smash on the door with his hands. Lance: Come on Ahriman! But Ahriman has gone, leaving Lance locked in the Boiler Room with the 6 S.W.A.T. members that are sprawled out across the floor. The camera cuts back for the last time, with the final shot of Lance turning to see the bodies again. DV: Main Event time boys! KR: This one is personal, Matt Impact attacked Harley backstage with a chair two weeks ago and now the young Manson looks for revenge. CM: He ain’t gonna find it though! Impact is the greatest! Charles Cruz: “The following bout is scheduled for one fall and is our Slam! Main Event!” [align=center] ![]() ![]() [/align]Charles Cruz: “Introducing first tipping the scales this evening at a whopping 355 pounds and hailing from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico…….HARLEY MANSON!!!!” "Ride Of The Valkyres" hits the PA system, the stage lights dim and a storm is brewing as Harley Manson emerges from the arena entrance with his table held by his side. He raises his free arm in the air to a healthy applause before he makes his way down to the ring. Harley slows as he reaches the ringside area, the Slam! Behemoth then sets up his table next to the ring before admiring his handiwork. He walks up the steps onto the apron, Harley then steps over the top rope into the ring as the music fades. Charles Cruz: “His opponent from Staten Island, New York….. The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a red spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to boo for the two time former champ, self proclaimed King of Slam!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact with his King of Slam! robe, crown, and scepter as the crowd go up in even more boos. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] Charles Cruz: “…and weighing in at 286 pounds…..He is the self proclaimed….”KING OF SLAM!” MATT IMPACT!!!” Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd. Matt just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he points to the ropes of the ring and forces ring announcer Charles Cruz to open the ropes between the top and middle into the ring, and as he does so, Matt walks up the steel steps to get into the ring and with ease goes over the middle rope into the ring. [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his scepter into his chest as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle. He does the exact same thing on the other two turnbuckles, before hoping to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way flicks his robe off of his body as it falls to the ring, and Impact comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the turnbuckles shoot up red and gold sparks, and once the pyros commence, the lights turn on as Matt grabs his dropped robe and hands it to a ring official along with his crown and scepter. KR: “After his attack on Tomoko and Harley last week I wouldn’t be surprised if Harley wasn’t out for Impact’s blood in this match up!” DV: “I’d be none too surprised to see an appearance from the older brother himself, Jack Manson. After all Impact was trying to get to Jack on a mental level by attacking his brother.” CM: “Whatever. Matt beat his ass once he’ll do it again and if Jack puts his nose in he’ll get his ass kicked too!” As the match is prepared to get underway, referee, Mark Jackson ushers both men to there corners. Harley stands readied for action as his opponent, Impact takes a slower approach by disrobing and handing his ‘King of Slam!’ garb over to one of the ring crew members. After all foreign objects are removed from the ring the official calls for the bell opening our main event. [align=center]DING DING[/align] From the opposite side of the ring Harley comes charging from his corner like a run away truck. As he goes to make contact with Impact though the former World Champion steps aside sending the younger brother of Jack Manson into the corner sternum first and then quickly scoops from behind rolling him into a pin. Matt quickly takes advantage of the situation placing his feet on the ropes for leverage. KR: “He’s cheating already!” [align=center]…1 …2[/align] At the exact same moment Jackson notices the illegal pin and Harley kicks out. Mark goes directly into admonishing Impact for his illegal use of the ropes and this sets an opening for the rising Manson as he bolts upwards nailing his opponent with a huge clothesline that sends him back into the ropes. Harley then lays in with lefts and rights before grasping onto his opponents hand and arm then wiping him across the ring quickly. Matt hits the opposing ropes and moves to rebound back as he sees Harley moving at him at a rapid pace. Impact thinks quickly grabbing onto the ropes and drops down pulling the ropes with him as Manson arrives and this sends the behemoth over the top rope and down to the floor in these early stages of the match up. Harley topples across the matted floor and slams hard into the security barrier as Impact stands to his feet pointing to his head as to say how smart he is. He then instructs, Mark Jackson to do his job and start counting Manson out of the ring. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4…[/align] Impact saunters around the ring proud of his actions thus far and continues to taunt Harley who is moving slowly on the floor below to get to his knees. [align=center]5… 6…[/align] Now as the count begins to wind down on his opponent Matt makes his way past Jackson attempting to get out of the ring at Harley but the official takes exception and holds him back. Impact completely disregards him pushing him aside and stepping through the ropes and dropping to the outside. KR: “What the hell is he doing? First he tells the ref to count Harley out then he breaks the count!” CM: “Its all in the psychology of the match, Kurt. Trust…when I say Matt Impact is more than capable of holding his own in that ring mentally.” DV: “That is obvious because he is a former World champion. But I wouldn’t go saying he’s a ring psychologist or anything!” On the outside Impact grabs Harley by the strap of his mask and pulls him upward toward his feet. But to his surprise and all those around him Harley has mustered enough energy and wraps his massive arms around his opponents back and charges forward connecting his kidneys with the ring apron. He then grabs Impact by the nape of the neck and spins him around throwing him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. The mountain of a man then follows Impact back into the ring and scoops him up off the mat to his feet and then off his feet and slams him hard back down to the mat. Now with the former champ on his back Harley jumps into the air and extends both legs dropping one of them over the chest and throat of his opponent. Manson then lifts Impact up and promptly hurls him to a corner where he follows after and drives a knee into his gut. He then raises his hand as to hit Impact but as he strikes Matt blocks it and hits him with a hard right hand. Manson fires off with another but Matt blocks again this time reversing Harley into the turnbuckles instead. He then blasts the off guard Manson with a hard elbow to the jaw and then grabs him by the arm shooting him across the ring with a powerful irish whip into the opposing turnbuckles. Matt then follows after with a stiff clothesline that sends his opponent staggering out to the middle of the ring. KR: “Watch out, Harley!” Matt now charges across the ring bouncing off the ropes and appears directly in front of Harley and levels the big man with a monstrous big boot. CM: “Like he can hear you….pfff…That was a beautiful big boot by Impact.” DV: “Harley is sure to be feeling that one for weeks to come!” Matt quickly drops down for what appears to be a cover but instead wraps his hands around the thick throat of his opponent and begins to choke the life from him as he pounds the back of his head into the mat viciously. Mark Jackson’s repeated warnings of the illegal choke go unheard by Impact and he finally resorts to counting for the disqualification. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4…[/align] With only a second left until he is disqualified Matt releases the choke and then begins to argue with Mark Jackson over a fast count as Harley coughs and chokes for air on the mat. Though it is not long before he is rolling back up to his knees and Impact takes notice to this and removes his attention from the official and charges at the big man nailing him in the side of the head with a huge knee. CM: “And back down the big man goes.” Harley topples back down to the mat holding the side of his head and Impact gets some slight momentum before jogging forward and jumping into the air with his knee outward. Just as he lands Harley manages to roll out of the way and Impact’s knee meets the mat with a loud thud and a groan from Impact as he rolls holding his knee and Harley makes it to the ropes to pull himself up. He shakes off the cobwebs a bit and staggers along the ropes as Matt rolls himself out of the ring and hobbles along the ring apron and then makes his way across to the security railing where fans heckle him like crazy. Harley wastes no time and makes his way to the outside of the ring where he stalks Impact from behind. Matt stops himself and rests against the railing as Mark Jackson continues to count both men out of the ring. [align=center]3… 4… 5… 6…[/align] Completely blind sided Matt is charged by Harley and is clotheslined so hard that he topples over the guard railing and straight into the laps of cheering fans. Harley then turns his attention back to the ring where he slides back in to break the count. Suddenly the lights dim and the ring begins to shake! DV: What the hell is this?! KR: We have seen strange things happening around Matt Impact recently! Even at 7 feet tall Harley Manson is thrust off balance and the referee collapses to the canvas. Harley is looking around but as suddenly as it started, the shaking effect stops and the lights return to normal… KR: That was not a pleasant experience. DV: All right Harley, get back on him! Harley heads back to the outside of the ring a little confused and he attempts to put his focus back on Matt who is groggily making his way to his feet as security make a human barricade around him to prevent the fans from taking cheap shots at him and to also ensure the safety of the crowd. KR: “I’m sure whatever it is that Harley has on his mind is not good! Matt Impact is about to feel his wrath!” Harley then reaches over the steel barrier grabbing Matt by his hair and lifts him up to his feet where he promptly smashes his head against the railing. He then reaches over grabbing Impact by the tights and pulls him back to ringside as another count out ensues from inside the ring by Mark Jackson. [align=center]4… 5… 6… 7…[/align] Harley glances over his shoulder and spots the object that would most suit his aggression. He then grasps his massive hands around the wrist of his opponent and pulls him quickly toward the ring steps that are directly in the path of his whip. Just as he goes to release Impact however the former World Champion reverses the whip and sends the younger Manson directly into the steel steps back first and then tumbling over as the steps disconnect. [align=center]8… 9…[/align] Just in the nick of time Impact slides into the ring breaking the count and then takes a moment to regroup himself before climbing back out after his opponent. His intent is clear as he moves directly for one of the scattered sections of the steel steps looking to have a repeat of his attack on Manson two weeks ago. He hoists the large steel object into the air as Mark Jackson screams at him from inside the ring to put the steps down and even threatens him with disqualification. Then a sudden pop is heard from the crowd and a blur of a figure comes racing around the ring behind Impact. KR: “The longest reigning World Champion in Slam!’s illustrious history! JACK MANSON!” The crowd comes unglued as the former World Champion rushes to the aid of his brother who looks to be on the receiving end of yet another vicious beating at the hands of Matt Impact. He quickly moves in behind yanking the steps from Impact’s hands and drops them behind him. Matt spins around to see Manson standing there and the two are just about to go at it when Mark Jackson slides out of the ring between the two and pries himself between them pushing them apart. Several other officials come racing down to the ringside and pull Jack away from the action and toward backstage as Impact taunts him on for a fight right this minute. DV: “Come on! If he wants it give it to him. Let Jack go!” CM: “It’s been proven again and again…..Jack cannot handle the Impact!” KR: “He’s handled him just fine and he would have again if those officials hadn’t got in the way.” Beyond the cameras view Harley is managing to get back to his feet and lunges from behind Impact nailing him with a double axe handle the back of the neck. This causes the former World Champion to stagger forward and Manson follows after shoving him under the bottom rope and into the ring where he follows after. Mark Jackson slides after to continue his officiating duties now that things are going according to plan again. Harley climbs to his feet slightly limping and reaches down grabbing Impact by the nape of the neck and lifts him to his feet. He then pushes his opponent back into the corner and nails him with a stiff uppercut to the jaw that nearly takes the self proclaimed ‘King of Slam!’ off his feet. However Harley manages to hold him up by his throat and then climbs up the turnbuckle to the second straddling Impact as he does and holds up his fist. The crowd cheer promptly and he then begins to jab down with hard right hands as the crowd count along. [align=center]”ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!!”[/align] As the crowd reach the number four Harley does not strike his opponent again rather he hops down and moves quickly across the ring. Then with a full head of steam from the opposing turnbuckles he charges in crushing Impact with the entire weight of his body. KR: “My god he just hit Impact so hard he nearly moved the ring!” CM: “Don’t you think your over exaggerating a bit?” KR: “Not at all! You can tell just by the effect it left Impact in that was one hell of a impact…No pun intended!” Matt collapses down to the mat in a sitting position in the corner and does not appear to even know where he is as he throws wild punches to the air with a glossy look in his eyes. Harley now is pissed as can be and begins to pump himself up as he moves back to Impact who is still out of it sitting in the corner. He reaches down grasping Impact around the throat and pulls him to his feet as his eyes bug out and his legs kick as he tries to free himself. This is to no avail however as Manson pulls him within close proximity and then hoists him high into the air with that one hand and then drops him to the mat with greatly forceful choke slam. Harley then drops over for the cover as Mark Jackson slides in for the pinfall. [align=center]…1 …2 …SHOULDER UP!!!![/align] KR: “OH NO….SO CLOSE!” Mark Jackson rolls up to a seated position and holds up two fingers as Impact just barely avoids the pinfall. Harley looks at the official in disbelief and Jackson holds his fingers apart to show just how close it was. Frustrated, Harley reaches back down grabbing Impact by the neck and pulls him back to his feet where he quickly launches him into the ropes and stands waiting for his opponent to return to him. CM: “So inexperienced he is. His frustration will lead to his loss!” DV: “There you go with that wishful thinking again. Harley just needs to put the final nail in the coffin!” Just as expected Matt returns toward Manson and up goes the big boot as Harley steps into it looking to finish this match off once and for all. KR: “DEEP IMPACT!!!” CM: “NOOOO!!! What did I tell you it would lead to his loss!!!!” KR: “I cannot believe Matt Impact has it left in him to lift this monster of a man!” Impact ducks through the Deep Impact and quickly puts the brakes on as he spins back around into Harley who is also turning back to him. He then hooks under lifting his opponent onto his shoulder into the firemen’s carry and signals for his finisher. CM: “HEAD ON COLLISION!!!!” DV: “WAIT! HARLEY REVERSED IT!” Harley manages to slide his way down his opponents back and grabs hold of his weight shifting him off his feet and falling flat on his face. Harley rolls up straight into his submission finisher the stretch muffler crab. KR: “HE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN!!! THE TRAIN WRECK!!!” The men are positioned right in the middle of the ring as Harley applies more and more pressure on the hold and Impact panics to look for away out of the position. He begins to pull himself toward the ropes as Mark Jackson asks for the DQ and he refuses pulling more frantically to get to the ropes. Manson now takes about four steps forward and then sets even more weight down on him. Impact shakes his head violently refusing to give into the submission hold and continually screams at Jackson that he will not give up though it does look as though at any moment he can lose it. CM: “Matt Impact will not tap out to a lesser talent like Harley Manson!” DV: “Lesser what?” [align=center]TAP! TAP! TAP![/align] KR: “What was it you were just calling Harley, Chip?” CM: “What the hell? NOOO! The ref was paid to call it. I never saw Matt tap!” Mark Jackson hops to his feet and calls for the bell as Harley continues to hold the submission on Impact and he taps frantically. [align=center]DING DING[/align] Jackson tries to pry Harley off but Manson just ignores him with a blank look on his face and holds the submission and Impact screams and slams his hands on the mat. DV: “Impact really pissed him off!” CM: “Do your job Jackson! Get him off of the King of Slam!” [align=center]DING DING[/align] KR: “I’d like to see you get in there and get him off!” Mark pleads with Manson to release the hold and after several moments and the bell being rang several times the monster finally releases and drops his opponent to the canvas as he silently leaves the ring and Charles Cruz announces him the victor of the match. Charles Cruz: “Here is the winner of the match by submission……HARLEY MANSON!” The crowd pop loudly as the behemoth Manson just quietly makes his way backstage without even looking back at Impact once or the condition he left him in the ring. KR: My God, what a way to end this broadcast of Slam!... DV: The King has tapped out! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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