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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; May 16, 2006 | |
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| Lita Maivia | May 16 2006, 08:28 PM Post #1 |
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???: “.. yeah. Listen, all I know is that Madison has summoned myself and the demented clown and his bitch to the ring immediately for some sort of announcement…” The camera opens on Ragin’, standing alone in the arena parking structure and leaning against one of it’s walls. A cigarette dangles between his fingers and he gives a short chuckle after hearing the response of whoever else it is he’s talking to on his phone. Ragin’: “When will you be arriving? We need to talk…. I know, I know. Fine, I’ll be waiting.” The phone clicks shut leaving Ragin’ staring into the gloom thoughtfully. He pushes himself from the wall and takes one last drag on his cigarette before tossing it aside and heading towards the double doors that lead into the arena itself. [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, no pyros this week as TNT gets underway!!! No Chop Suey! blaring all around the arena either. The camera focuses on a wide shot of the ring, “Return of the Phantom Stranger” in progress over the speakers as Swytch stands on the second turnbuckle. His eyes constantly scan the arena until they settle on Kennedy in the ring, also occupied by Ragin’ without his esteemed valet by his side, and the TNT General Manager Madison Lee. JH: Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to Tuesday Night Throwdown! We are live in the Quicken Loans Arena here in Cleveland, Ohio! TM: And the show is already underway with the general manager, Dual Crown Champion, and the number one contender all already in the ring. JH: Madison promised to make an announcement regarding that stipulation for the Summer of Sin title match. Looks like that may be up first. Swytch steps over the top rope and drops into the ring, stepping up to Kennedy, his hands moving up her sides before their lips barely touch in a very tame kiss (yes, you will be spared tongue use-age tonight). The duo kindly moves to the opposite side of the ring from Ragin’ as Madison steps center ring, bringing her microphone up to her lips. Madison: As announced last week during the contract signing that you both partook in… Madison trails off, directing her eyes towards the champion. Madison: That bloody fingerprint, while gross, has been verified as legally binding you to the contract, just an FYI for you, Swytch. As I was saying, it was announced last week that there is an opportunity to place a stipulation onto this title match that we will see at Summer of Sin. What I’m going to do is let you two decide who gets to name that stipulation. Madison lowers the microphone, taking in both reactions from the two men. Swytch lacks any reaction at all, while Ragin’s brow wrinkles suspiciously. JH: Madison’s gonna let these two decide who gets to name their match at Summer of Sin? TM: I don’t see these two willingly handing that task over to the other. JH: For once, we agree on something. Madison: Now, it’s not entirely in your hands, of course. But, you will have a fighting chance… metaphorically speaking. After all, you two can’t even touch one another. Another pause from Madison as she glances back and forth between the two men, making sure they remember the clause and aren’t planning to go back on their word any here tonight. Swytch and Kennedy continue to look bored of the on-going speech, while Ragin’remains skeptical of the GM. JH: Madison is of course referring to the contract clause that restricts any physical altercations between Swytch and Ragin’. TM: Probably a good idea considering the way things tend to end up in our main-events. Madison: All you have to do is place your faith in someone else. And by that I mean that you each have until the end of tonight’s show to select any member of the roster that is willing to participant on your behalf, to represent you in next week’s main-event match. Whoever’s representative wins the match, will be awarded the task of naming the stipulation of your Dual Crown Championship match at Summer of Sin. Madison pauses yet again, allowing the audience to react to this major announcement but more importantly, letting Ragin’ and Swytch take in what’s being set before them. JH: What an announcement, Thomas! Next week’s main-event a Pick Your Poison match, so to speak. TM: Sucks to be Ragin’. Who’s he gonna get to represent him? Not even Natalya's turned up yet. JH: That’s a good question. Another question would be, is Swytch going to pick the obvious choice? He’s got a former Dual Crown Champion at his side tonight. Madison stands quietly, watching the champion and challenger conversing with their other parts. Swytch’s hand skates across Kennedy’s stomach, trailing down to her hand where he takes the microphone from her grasp. He lifts the microphone to his painted lips, eyes locked intensely on Kennedy as he parts his lips. Swytch: MADison, MADison, MADison. You want me to pick somebody to represent me in the main event next week for the right to pick the stipulation for the Dual Crown Championship match at Summer of Sin? A soft giggle drips from Swytch’s parted lips. His eyes snap to Madison, all humor leaving his face when his expression hardens. His lips are pulled into a thin line as he breathes heavily through his flaring nostrils, eyeing the GM the entire time. Swytch: Who else would I pick, MADison, but the person who made me the man I am today? His eyes slowly drift back toward Kennedy, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a half grin. He lowers the microphone from his lips as he focuses on his protégé. Kennedy looks back up at him, her lips twisting into a similar grin as she slips an arm around his waist. She leans against Swytch, turning her attention to Madison as if she were just forced to choose a side and, to nobody’s surprise, picked Swytch. Madison: Am I supposed to be surprised? No? Good. Madison turns her attention towards Ragin’ without even waiting for any response from Swytch or his representative. Madison: Unless you plan to pick Vampirella, - oh, by the way, where is she today? We so miss her presence - I’d suggest you get to work on finding a friend here. Because if you don’t have someone by the end of the show, I’ll be forced to appoint someone to represent you. And trust me when I say you won’t be happy with anyone I put in that position. Ragin' stares at Madison hatefully, but nods his head in acknowledgement. He glances over at the two leering faces arrayed against him on the other side of the ring. JH: Well, Ragin’ doesn’t have a lot of time to work with but he’s got some time. TM: It doesn’t matter if he had all the time in the world! He’s never going to find someone worthy of stepping in the ring with Kennedy! JH: Plenty of people have defeated Kennedy, I’ll have you know. TM: Are you trying to downplay Kennedy? JH: Not at all. I’m just saying, she’s not as indestructible as you’re making her out to be. TM: Plenty of people would argue that comment you just made. The scene switches to Graver backstage with a middle-aged woman, an older man smoking a cigarette, and a young fellow in eccentric clothes with spiky hair. Iron WIL and The V’s fans will recognize the latter two as The Boss and The Truth. Graver: I’m really glad you could make it to give me support during my match this week, Mom. Mom: Oh, honey, I’m glad you finally invited us! Truth: Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen mom. Boss: *ahem* Truth: Oh, sure, and the guy who had sex with my mom. I guess he’s good to see, too. Graver’s mom sighs a mom sigh and looks generally disappointed in her son. Mom: Now Richie, you know your father loved you very much. Truth: Y’know… I don’t wanna get into this now. This night’s about Graver, right? Graver: Fuck yeah it is. Anyway, you guys are my family… and I think it’s finally time I start showing the fans out there that you guys are just as important as Kenny or Garbanzo. More important! Mom: Garbonzo... ? Ohhhh, Francis? How is he doing? How’s his aunt Layla? Graver: She’s… she’s good, mom. He’s good too. Anyway, family is the bond that cannot be broken. Friends come and go, but family... ... that's forever. So look, I need you guys to give me all your support here. I don’t want you to mess in my match, but you gotta be out there cheerin’ for me and Remy to get the job done, y’know? Boss: Don’t worry son. We’ll be there for you. Graver’s dad smiles an almost sinister kindly old smile. Truth: This night’s all about you, man. You should go get ready for your match. Mom: That sounds like a great idea, honey! We’ll be waiting out in the chimpanzee position for you, okay? Graver: No, mom… it’s… … never mind. I’ll see you guys there. Mom: Oh, be careful! Don’t forget to stretch! And you might wanna wear your little cup, I heard that Samantha girl likes to go for the nuts! Graver’s mom giggles as he blanches and shudders, wandering off toward his locker room as we fade back to ringside. JH: Opener of the evening, should be quite… TM: Crap, just move on already. JH: Some respect? TM: When they get a life… I will. The openning strains of Coheed and Cambria's "welcome home" starts over the PA, the lights already darkened, as the acoustic guitar gives way to an electric pyros explode, the camera view switches to behind the entrance way where we see Shannon Micheals standing in the entrance way wearing his long sleevless hooded trenchcoat. As the heavy riff starts Shannon walks out of the entranceway, he walks down the entrance almost ingoring the fans slowly. His face covered by his long hair. As he gets down to the ring he looks into it then looks around the arena lifting his hood slightly. Shannon then gets onto the ring apron as the lyrics begin MA: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS THE OPENER OF THE EVENING, SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT. FIST HAILING FROM DALLAS, TEXAS, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS AND STANDING AT FIVE FOOT ELEVEN INCHES… SHANNON MICHEALS!!!! "You could've been all I wanted But you weren't honest Now get in the ground You choked off the surest of favors But if you really loved me You would've endured my world" Shannon leaps over the top rope and pulls back his hood outstrecthing his arms. He then slaps his chest and points to the crowd. "Well you're just as I presumed A whore in sheep's clothing Fucking up all I do And if so here we stop Then never again Will you see this in your life" Shannon removes his coat and throws it over the top rope bouncing on the balls of his feet. JH: Shannon has been quiet all week, wonder what he’s gonna be like tonight. TM: He’s always quiet, fire his ass. JH: He’s a gifted… TM: Ass… we know already. Cult of Personality bursts through the PA and as the drums kick in, Loon makes his way out, with a big smile. He jumps into the air as red pyros go BOOM! and he runs down the wooden catwalk and over the ropes and into the ring. MA: AND HIS OPPONENT, HAILING FROM MILAN, ILLINOIS, WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FEET… LOON 2.5©!!!! He climbs up on the upper-right turnbuckle and raises his hands as the crowd roars. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same, to the same cheap pop. He then hops down, loosens his neck, and turns to the stage. JH: TNT’s Loon, he looks ready to go. TM: Yeah to the mental home. JH: Do you actually like anyone? TM: Madison… otherwise, you are? Loon and Shannon stand in there respected corner, Richard Kelly looks at both before calling for the bell, it sounds and we’re underway. Shannon straight away runs at Loon, but Loon snaps him over, connecting his head into the bottom turnbuckle in Loon’s corner, Loon then kips up and moves Shannon out of the corner, but Shannon kicks him off, standing holding his face. Shannon then grabs Loon in a headlock, but Loon doesn’t allow him to synch it in long, Loon then throws him to the ropes… JH: Loon not letting him get a chance. TM: No, Loon probably thought other things, crazy… JH: Don’t keep swearing! …Shannon comes back to be absolutely obliterated by Loon with as HUGE spear, it takes his socks off literally as Shannon smashes into the canvas, Loon rolls to his feet as he grins to the crowd who cheer him all the way. Loon then quickly capitalizes and runs to the ropes, springboards off with a corkscrew lionsualt, smashing down on Shannon and going for the pin quickly… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE![/align] TM: He… won already… JH: I… know! Loon stands up, the fans cheering and quite shocked as he rolls out his ring smiling to himself, Shannon breathing himself back up as he looks completely pissed… MA: YOUR WINNER AFTER ONE MINUTES AND FIFTY SEVEN SECONDS … LOON 2.5©!!!! …Loon disappears out back as Shannon gets to his feet, the camera cuts to a commercial break. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Backstage we now see the Master of the Rage pacing back and forth in a deserted corridor. He looks unhappy. It’s not long after Madison’s big announcement but still, time has passed and from the looks of it Ragin’ is no closer to finding himself a representative. His eyes remain focused on the same pair of double doors he had entered a short while ago, but he looks at them now from the other side. A commotion causes him to pause and stare expectantly at the doors, which duly swing open to reveal a short man with a moustache, an employee. He is given a start to see the Master of the Rage stood before him, snarling, and giving a little whimper the little man hurries on his way down the corridor and allows Ragin’ to return to his pacing. Step by step time ticks by, and Ragin’ knows it for his eyes often wander to his wrist to see each moment slip away in the golden reflection of his expensive watch. He lets out a long, frustrated sigh and looks back up at the double doors. Cosmically, they again swing open and this time in walks a long-faced Natalya Vladek dragging behind her a bag. You know the kind, with the metal extendable handles and wheels. Well, it seems this one has aspirations to be a shopping cart for one of it’s wheels refuses to obey the laws of physics and wanders all over the place, causing Natalya to strain as she walks over to the Master of the Rage. Natalya: “My God, comrade. What a day already. Look at this.” She raises her hand in the air, so that it hovers directly in front of his face. Ragin’ looks down at it, but his expression remains the same. After a few moments of hard searching he looks up and her, confused. Ragin’: “What the hell am I looking at?” Natalya rolls her eyes, and shakes the hand in front of him for emphasis. When the puzzled expression on his face refuses to budge she sighs and shakes her head. Natalya: “You don’t see that nail? I swear, comrade, who makes an attractive lady like me carry her own bags? And you know what’s worse? There isn’t a decent manicurist around here for MILES.” With realisation agonisingly spelled out for Ragin’ he continues to think about his own dilemma. His eyes glance past Natalya, to the door just for a brief second but he catches her looking at him. Her own expression changes as she realises that the condition of her fingers might not be the biggest problem here tonight. Natalya: “What’s wrong comrade? You have a face like a wet weekend.” Ragin’: “I need someone to represent me by the time this show goes off the air, otherwise Swytchy boy is going to be deciding the stipulation for our match at the pay-per-view. I’m not likely to give that twisted son of bitch the chance to put me in a who has the smallest manhood match so that he can obviously retain his title. Trouble is, who on this brand is going to want to stick their neck out for me?” Natalya frowns, looking down at the floor as she goes through a list of all the possibilities in her head. It’s a short list. She looks up quickly and gives Ragin’ an equally worried look. Natalya: “What about..” Natalya is unable to hide her disgust as she spits out the next few words. Natalya: “… the blonde bimbo? Surely she’d…” Ragin’ cuts her off quickly, making the point that he has obviously already considered this. Ragin’: “She’s not booked tonight, I don’t even know if she’s in the arena. But I suppose we need to find out.” Ragin’ wraps his hand around the handle of Natalya’s troublesome bag and pulls it. When it refuses to budge he gives it a short, sharp kick and tries again. Remarkably the bag now obeys, they all do eventually you know. You’ve just got to know where to kick ‘em. The two Russians walk away down the corridor and disappear from sight. The camera fades into a dimly lit Funky Bunch locker room; the only man in the room is Extreme Ninja #2, who is sitting on the leather couch. His arms rest limply against the top of his knee caps, he is already fully ready for the battle against the skull cowboy that is about to occur shortly. Ninja takes a mute deep inhale and a mute exhale, his head lowering and staring at the ground in front of the couch. Even now the locker room is still a bit messed up from the skull cowboy’s actions earlier in the week; EN #2 keeps balling and un-balling his fists, the only sound in the entire room is an odd vibrating noise. Slowly more light pours into the locker room as Paper Bag Man opens the locker room’s door, a frown drawn on the paper bag rather than the stereotypical smile and many pink band-aids line the sides of the “face” of the paper bag. He stares at Ninja from the door way, it looks like Ninja was so caught up in getting psyched up that he just now notices the assistant’s presence. PBM: You’re up Ninja, come on, Smarty and Alex are already waiting on us. Extreme Ninja #2 nods his head and reaches over to the side of the couch, picking up his sign and proceeds to get up to his feet, walking over to the door way. As PBM and Ninja exit the locker room the camera zooms on EN #2’s cell phone that is vibrating on the couch, the screen reads “In-Coming Call: Extreme Ninja #3”. The camera cuts back to ringside… JH: Next up is a rematch of sorts from a few weeks ago, though it looks like it has exploded into much more than just that. TM: I fear for Ninja’s safety in this match tonight. JH: No you don’t, you fear for the safety of your pay day. TM: What?! What a horrible thing to sa-Okay yeah, that’s really why I’m fearing, but I’ve been several weeks dry of the booze money damn it! I want me booze money! [align=center]"Hey amigos . . ."[/align] Rich mariachi music begins to play, scintilating the crowd with the promise of something spicy. However, nothing spicy this way comes as the lights cut and the entryway is illuminated a dusty yellow. The giant shape of the skull cowboy lumbers onstage as Rammstein's familiar thundering guitars kick in. He stands with his legs shoulder width apart and his head bowed. A caw is heard and a huge raven flies down from the rafters, lighting on the cowboy's left shoulder. He dredges toward the ring with methodical slowness, paying no mind to the fans as they cheer both ways on either side of him. He steps below the top rope, the raven giving another cry before it flaps to the near turnbuckle. The cowboy removes his hat and coat, setting them in his corner and staring a hole through his opponent with his nothing eyes. TM: It seems like every time cowboy walks through that curtain he’s gotten bigger. JH: Well, both men claimed this would be a battle around honor, and since cowboy’s assault on both Alex Evans and Paper Bag Man, I think it can’t be nothing but personal. The tune of classic kung-fu music echoes through out the P.A. speaker and soon “Ninja" kicks in. [align=center]"Damn I wish I could be a Ninja" “Damn I wish I could be a Ninja" “Damn it feel good to see people up on it"[/align] As the music continues to play smoke fills the arena and a mysterious cloaked figure walks out. A few of the fans dressed up like Ninjas begin to cheer on their hero. Slowly the cloaked figure raises his head to have the hood fall off and reveal his Ninja mask. The rest of the fans cheer on Extreme Ninja #2 as he pumps his sign proudly up into the air. However the cheers soon turn to jeers as Smarty Smark with a grin on his face struts out with Paper Bag Man and Alex Evans right behind him. Ninja silently sighs as Smarty points at his client and yells "The Man!" “Drink four glasses of milk a day!" Extreme Ninja #2's sign reads as he charges along the entrance ramp before he hops over the top rope. Smarty Smark stays back as he takes his sweet time strutting down towards the ring. When he finally arrives he points down and PBM sadly gets down on his hands and knees on the apron. Smarty uses him as a foot stool and climbs up him to climb over the top rope. After entering the ring Ninja sets his sign in the nearest corner to him and disrobes himself. Smarty Smark claps and points once again confidently at Ninja as he praises him. The referee asks Smarty to leave the ring which causes a non-audio able insult from Smarty before he exits the ring, exiting to the ringside area PBM and Alex are. Extreme Ninja #2 turns around in his corner and awaits the match to begin. JH: This man doesn’t have an easy task in front of him, though he claims he is ready for it. TM: I just hope that he doesn’t end up regretting what message he sent to skull cowboy’s master. MA: Introducing first…He hails from Detroit, Michigan and weighs in tonight at one hundred and eighty pounds, he stands at five feet and eleven inches…HE! IS! EXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRREMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME NNNNNNNIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNJAAAAAAAAAAAA NNNNNNUMMMMMBERRRRRRRRR TWOOOOOOOOOOOO~! JH: The intensity and tension in the ring is so thick you could cut it with a blunt object that looked similar to a knife. TM: Intensity? Tension? How can you tell? They both wear masks for Colbert’s sake! MA: And introducing his opponent…He hails from Angel Fire, New Mexico and weighs in tonight at three hundred and fifty six pounds, he stands at six feet and eleven inches…HE! I-Hey! I’m in the middle of talking here! Before MA can finish his announcement Extreme Ninja #2 bolts across the ring, jumping into the air and taking the skull cowboy right off his feet to a thunderous cheer with a spinning leg lariat, Richard Kelly gets the bell rung and tries to gain some control over the match. Skull cowboy is the first of the two to get up, but Ninja is shortly right behind him, the larger of the two men charges forward and tries to take the smaller man’s head off with a yakuza kick, though Extreme Ninja #2 ducks the kick and grabs hold of skull cowboy, spinning him around and unloads a rapid fire of palm strikes against the larger man’s chest. From the sheer amount of strikes the skull cowboy starts to stumble and stagger back, caught completely off guard from this sudden attack from Ninja, a very loud smack rings out each that Ninja’s palms slam down against the ample chest of skull cowboy, the big man tries to counter this assault by pie facing EN #2 away from him, Ninja tumbles away in a ball as the skull cowboy runs a hand over his chest. His dark voids for ears stare down at his now red, and slightly peeling, chest while Ninja rolls right back up to his feet in mid-tumble and runs right back at his opponent, Extreme Ninja #2 throws up his knee for a knee lift however in skull cowboy grabs hold of the running Ninja, lifting EN #2 up into the air, and in doing so having the smaller man knee him right on the bottom of his chin, looking like he was going for a flapjack, but at the last split second skull cowboy viciously drives Ninja down with a powerbomb. TM: Shit! Ghost Rider! JH: I think the momentum of the match just took a drastic shift. TM: And he was doing so well too, did you see how many times he spun around in that flippity floppity leg thing? JH: When he wants to be, Ninja has shown he near rivals his fellow team mate, Alex Evans, with his high-flying ability. Casually skull cowboy rubs his chin, like he only was bitten by a little bug or some thing and didn’t just have a hundred and eighty pound man drive his knee cap into it, he snatches Extreme Ninja #2 by his mask and pulls the littler man up to his feet, rearing back his head and delivering a head butt to Ninja. Nearly as casually as he was before, the skull cowboy scoops up Ninja’s smaller body into his welcoming arms, twirls once before, with so much force it shook the ring, cowboy slams Ninja to the canvas with a modified power slam, dropping so quickly in mid-turn that he slams EN #2 head first onto the canvas. Almost in an arrogant manner the skull cowboy kneels down on top of Ninja, picking up his head and starts punching away with his other hand, driving the point of his knuckles against masked forehead of Extreme Ninja #2, perhaps trying to draw blood from the flesh that lurks under the mask. Richard Kelly circles around the duo, making sure every thing is legal and by the book, which the skull cowboy is going by as he starts picking up the pace of his punches, causing Ninja’s head to jar about suddenly in his other hand, without warning while skull cowboy is in mid-swing EN #2’s grabs hold of him, rolling the two of them about and right into a small package! JH: Small package! Small package! TM: Yes! Ninja is a genius! [align=center]1![/align] JH: Why? TM: Isn’t it obvious? He was allowing skull cowboy to get the advantage and make him think Ninja was utterly pathetic, to lure him into a false sense of security, then BAM! Hit him with a roll up. [align=center]2![/align] JH: Looked more like Ninja was getting man handled by the skull cowboy, but managed to counter the cowboy’s assault. TM: To the untrained eye of course it would look that way, that is the sign of a truly great actor. [align=center]Thre-No! Kick out![/align] JH: The skull cowboy was less than a second from being put away. TM: Curses! And I thought for sure that was going to end it. Rolling up to his feet the skull cowboy barrels towards Extreme Ninja #2 as he kips up to his feet, the cowboy almost takes his head off with a lariat, sending Ninja spiraling down to the mat once more, the skull cowboy lets out a primal exhale as if to further express his dominance. Grabbing two handfuls of EN #2’s top, the skull cowboy brings him back up to his spaghetti legs, throwing him in between his legs into the standing head scissors position, tightly the skull cowboy wraps his arms around Ninja’s waist. Extreme Ninja #2 lifts up into the air by cowboy like a sack of potatoes, he dazedly sits on the cowboy’s shoulders as the big man drops an arm, however to perhaps further insult to injury the skull cowboy starts spinning around with the smaller man on his shoulders. Around and around the two of them go, where they stop, no body but the skull cowboy seems to know, or it would be that way if not in mid-spin Extreme Ninja #2 rolls forward, rolling right off of the skull cowboy’s shoulders and snatches hold of him as he falls behind the big man, rolling him right up into a sunset flip! TM: Another flash pin by Ninja! JH: This could very well be his strategy, to try when the cowboy’s guard is dropped to get him into one of these roll up pin falls, hoping to score the victory. [align=center]1![/align] TM: I bet Smarty Smark came up with such a ingenious plan such as this one! JH: Some how I seriously doubt that. [align=center]2![/align] TM: Are you doubting the sheer brilliance that is Smarty Smark?! JH: Yes, I am, very much so actually. [align=center]Thre-No! Kick out![/align] TM: Darn it! Stay down you stupid undead freak! JH: Once again the skull cowboy came dangerously close to losing the match. Shaking off the affects of the spinning the skull cowboy pushes himself up to his knees as Extreme Ninja #2 still tries to recover from all the spinning from both the powerbomb and the sunset flip. Almost as soon as he gets up to his knees Smarty Smark jumps up onto the apron, shouting and cursing at the referee and Richard hurries over, telling Smarty to get the hell off the apron. Though this distraction allows Alex Evans to slide into the ring, limping slightly he glares at the skull cowboy who is unaware of Mr. Highspot’s presence in the ring, getting up to his feet the skull cowboy turns around right into Alex clobbering him mask to gold with his own tag team title belt. Evans smirks as he looks down at the dazed masked behemoth, he tosses the title belt over the top rope and limps towards the ropes, sliding back out of the ring, Ninja starts to finally stir as Smarty drops down from the apron and Richard Kelly returns his attention to the action inside the ring. JH: Alex Evans just got in the ring and assaulted the skull cowboy with his own damn title belt! TM: Huh? What are you talking about Jonathon? I think you need new glasses. JH: I may not be the biggest fan of the cowboy, but this is disgusting! Alex doesn’t even seem to understand the word honor! TM: Course he does, just that he defines it differently than Ninja or cowboy do. Ninja shakes his head a few times and pushes himself up to a sitting position, he blankly looks around at his surroundings, spotting Paper Bag Man and Smarty and Alex all cheering him on, and the skull cowboy completely out of it in the ring. Apparently not finding this odd at all, Extreme Ninja #2 staggers up to his feet and walks over to the Funky Bunch’s turnbuckle, snatching his sign, he strolls over to the nearest turnbuckle to the skull cowboy, leaping up onto the bottom rope he spring boards himself right into a low moonsault onto the bigger man. Kipping right back up to his feet he walks over to the turnbuckle once more, he jumps up onto the second buckle and spring boards off of that, performing a second moonsault onto the skull cowboy as quite a few fans cheer, he hurries back up to his feet and walks slowly towards the turnbuckle. He grabs hold of the top rope before he sling shots himself up on top of the turnbuckle, it is at this point Ninja decides to hold up his sign as all the fans in the front row dressed like him do as well, and they all read “YOU MARK OUT NOW~!” And with that revealed Extreme Ninja #2 flips off of the top of the turnbuckle, hitting the final of the three moonsaults and hooking the skull cowboy’s leg for the pin fall attempt. TM: It’s all over folks! JH: Would look that way after Ninja hit The Fans Mark Out Now. [align=center]1![/align] TM: I like to call it T.F.M.O.N. for short. JH: Are you really that lazy that you can’t just say the move’s name? [align=center]2![/align] TM: Yes, yes I am. JH: Bah, Kennedy’s moves have spoiled you. [align=center]3~! DING DING DING~!!![/align] TM: Yes! Ninja for the win! Free booze for me tonight! And no, it’s your mother that spoiled me. JH: Though the rest of the Funky Bunch had a hand in the victory. MA: Here is your winner by pin fall…EEEEXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME NNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NNNNNNNNNNNNUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBERRRRRRRRRR TWOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!! ”Ninja” starts to play over the P.A. System as the majority of the fans cheer happily, Extreme Ninja #2 sits up and Richard Kelly raises his arm in victory. He looks down at the skull cowboy, and with his free hand snatches the mysterious cowboy’s, Ninja, despite his foe being on Dream Street, shakes his head. Quickly Extreme Ninja #2 rolls out of the ring and is greeted by the other Funky Bunch members, Smarty Smark hugs him as PBM and Alex pat him on the back, all four of them walk (or in Alex’s case limp) to the back as Richard checks on the skull cowboy. JH: Ninja may have gotten the win, and he may have avenged the assault on Alex Evans, but some thing tells me this isn’t over quite yet. TM: Bah, stop being a party pooper, tonight the Funky Bunch is going to part-tah~! JH: Since when were you a Funky Bunch member? TM: I’ve always been an honorary member. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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JH: What we have in store for you now ladies and gentlemen should be an interesting encounter. It is one half of the tag team champions taking on Onikage. TM: Let’s hope that Carl fairs better than his partner did. *Snickers* JH: If Onikage has his way, I don’t think he will. TM: Hey, if things don’t work out in the match, Onikage can always have it his way…at Burger King~![/cheap sponsor plug] “Hey Now” hits the speakers and the crowd explode for their favourite silent giant. Strobes search the auditorium before returning to the entranceway to pick out his massive silhouette cast against the entrance. [align=center]I'm a menace to society baby The police wanna relocate me They running with gun up but they can't fade me They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy I ride one in the chamber, gun on cock '6-tre Chevrolet rollin without no top Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop California to Virginia Timmy making it hot [/align] He steps forward onto the walkway, his title belt sparkling under the house lights, his eyes focused completely on the ring as his partner Remy steps out from his impressive shadow. The two begin their trek toward the ring, Remy bopping to the beat and generally trying to have a good time, Carl remaining as stoic as ever. [align=center]Taking long rides in the G4 plane X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane Yeah! Got the world saying my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, c'mon! Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody[/align] As the chorus kicks in the two Cajuns reach the ring, Remy dropping down to the side and moving to a natural position as Carl steps in over the top rope. He removes his strap and hands it to the ref before walking across the ring, grabbing a hold of the top set of cables and tugging at them as if to test their integrity. Seemingly happy they can hold his weight, Carl turns back to the entranceway to await the start of his match. MA: Introducing first…He hails from New Orleans, Loisiana and weighs in tonight at three hundred and thirty eight pounds, he stands at six feet and nine inches…HE! IS! CAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLUUUUUUCAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS~! TM: I think Onikage was pretty spot on about what he said about the big oaf. JH: Well in either case, whether that is true or not, he has a chance to prove himself in this match. 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 his opponent…He hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds, he stands at six feet and two inches…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~! JH: Besides, this man is far from a saint himself. TM: How can you say that? Look at all the good he’s done so far? He’s gotten rid of Jim O’Brien for us, made Kendra see the light and kicked Max Corona’s ass to the curb. [align=center]DING DING DING~![/align] Upon the sound of the bell Carl rushes forward, throwing his huge arm out for a lariat, but Onikage side steps it, wrapping his arms around Carl’s own and pulling back, taking him down to the canvas with an armbar applied. Michaela circles around the two of them as Carl grimaces in pain and tries to push himself towards the ropes with his free hand, luckily for the Cajun he is a three hundred and thirty eight pound man, so pulling a two hundred and fifty pound man along with him isn’t as hard as one would imagine. Onikage wrenches back on the arm, further stretching it in a direction that it really shouldn’t go in, he further abuses Carl’s arm by viciously punching it as he keeps the armbar locked in with one arm now. Despite his awe inspiring strength, Carl gives up on the tiring task of pulling both Onikage’s and his own body towards the ropes, he instead opts to roll over, rolling Onikage into a pin fall, however the sXe Savior quickly releases the armbar and rolls out of the pin fall before Michaela can even drop down to start her count. TM: Right off the bat Onikage shows why he is the smarter and more talented of the two men. JH: I don’t know, Carl was pretty impressive with how he handled getting out of that armbar takedown and armbar attempt. TM: Yeah but his attempt to score the pin fall failed horribly, Onikage saw it a mile away and got out of it, thus proving that him equals better than you. JH: God forbid, but if I was Onikage I wouldn’t be getting too arrogant yet, there is still plenty of time left in this match, and still plenty of time for Carl to get a hold of Onikage. Carl holds his tender arm close to his body as he gets up to his feet, towering over the referee, he turns around right into a running forearm to his shoulder, the big Cajun grimaces and clutches at his arm while Onikage tries to throw a few forearm strikes at the arm. Being bigger than your opponent however has it’s advantages, one being that Carl can easily shield his arm from Onikage’s assault, letting the side of his back take the blunt of the abuse, getting fed up with Onikage’s relentless attack Lucas wraps his good hand around the masked man’s throat, tossing him away from his current position with a choke toss. Onikage scrambles up to his feet, hurrying back towards Carl, he jumps into the air for a shoulder tackle, aiming for Carl’s bad arm, but at the last second Lucas ducks and performs a backdrop that sees Onikage fly nearly seven feet into the air before crashing down against the canvas back first. For a second time the sXe Savior gets back up to his feet almost immediately, he charges at Lucas only for the big man to grab hold of him with his good arm, lifting him up into the air, Carl struggles a bit but manages to hold Onikage up in the air above his head with just one arm, after a few moments he drops him down onto his shoulders, Lucas throws his weight back and squashes Onikage in between the canvas and him with a samoan drop. JH: Going Down to Old Town! TM: Blech, stupid Carl and his stupid fancy shancy moves, why can’t he just do a simple Gorilla Press? Or just a simple Samoan Drop? Nooooo, he has to go all space age on us and do a combo of the two. JH: You truly are a sad and wretched person. TM: Yeah but at least I get laid, by your mom! Onikage resembles a pancake when Carl sits up off of him, the big man climbs back up to his feet and stares down at his flattened foe, Remy cheering Carl on and telling him to take advantage. Deciding to go old school Lucas lifts up his rather large boot and stomps it against Onikage’s skull, he lifts it up a second time and stomps on the skull, and casually he places his boot on the masked face of Onikage and lifts himself up off the ground, standing on Onikage’s face. With three hundred and thirty eight pounds standing on his head, Onikage starts to kick his legs a little bit and gropes at Carl’s boot, trying to get this weight off of his head before it caves in, sadly for Onikage, Richard Kelly can do nothing but watch as it isn’t illegal. Suddenly Carl’s and Remy’s eyes both widen as Onikage wraps his arms around the giant’s leg, bending it and taking Carl down to his stomach right beside Onikage, the former tag champ leaps across Carl’s body, snatching the bigger man’s weakened arm and flipping him over onto his back as he locks in a fujiwara armbar, yanking and wrenching back on it. TM: Once again Onikage proves that it pays to have some kind of technical ability! JH: It is an actual good strategy on Onikage’s part, by attacking Carl’s arm repeatedly he is making it near impossible for Mister Lucas to deliver either of his most powerful moves. TM: So no Hard Good-bye or Silent Treatment for Onikage, right? JH: Well if he keeps working at the arm like this, then yes, I think it’s safe to say Onikage won’t have to worry about either move. Remy slams his hands against the apron, trying to rally on his partner along with the fans, who are all steadily clapping for the big man to get out of the submission, which only seems to further tempt Onikage to pull back on his fujiwara armbar that he has locked in tightly on his Cajun opponent. It is apparent, even without sounds or words, by the look on Carl’s face that if his arm wasn’t hurting before, it certainly is now, with his free hand he tried to reach over to Onikage but it is to no avail. Summoning all the strength he possibly can for it Carl takes a deep inhale and lifts himself up to his knees, pulling Onikage and his weakened arm up off of the canvas a little bit, the grimace becoming even worse on his facial features. He tries to further get up to his feet and lift Onikage up, but it just isn’t happening, so instead he is now stuck in a kneeling position rather than a laying position with a fujiwara armbar still locked in on him, however a light bulb seems to go off and instead of trying to lift Onikage up, Carl leans forward, pressing Onikage down against the canvas, to be more exact, his shoulders. JH: Incredible! Not only does Carl manage to get up to his knees but he’s countered the armbar into a modified jack knife pin fall attempt! TM: Yeah but let’s see if he can not tap out before the pin fall count ends! [align=center]1![/align] JH: Well Carl’s gotten through the hardest part, now it should be a bit easier. TM: One is the hardest part? Pft, right. [align=center]2![/align] JH: This very well looks like it could be it, guess Carl isn’t the dumb brute Onikage accused him of being. TM: Don’t count your chicks before all your eggs hatch Hitchen. [align=center]Thr-No! Shoulder up![/align] JH: How-how-how did he do that?! TM: Ah-ha! Who’s the smart one now, eh Carl?! Amazingly Onikage managed to swivel enough while keeping the fujiwara armbar locked in that he got one of his shoulders off of the canvas, a look of anger and frustration overtakes Carl’s appearance, even his facial hair seems to be lightly twitching in fury. Channeling this rage Carl causes a gasp to ring through out the arena, the co-tag champ actually manages to lift Onikage up into the air with his hurt arm, stubborn as ever Onikage still has the fujiwara armbar tightly locked in. The big Cajun curls his lip in a snarl though no sound escapes his mouth, he quickly to prevent him from further damaging his arm slams Onikage down in a modified one armed powerbomb, resulting in Onikage finally releasing the fujiwara armbar, and Carl dropping to one knee as he clutches at his arm. While Carl nurses his arm, Onikage in a dazed state gets up to his feet, snapping out of his dazed state he notices Carl on one knee, quickly he clubs Carl on the back of the back, causing the big man to drop to the sitting position, Onikage hooks both of Carl’s arms and rolls the two of them over, Carl on his stomach and Onikage flips over into a bridging stance as he keeps the double arm chicken wing locked in. He yells out as he pulls on it, the larger man’s shoulder blades bending at a disturbing angle and looking ready to snap, Barteaux continues to try to rally Carl on from the outside, though it seems the pain is eventually just too much for him as he taps out. [align=center]DING DING DING~![/align] TM: Yes! Ah-ha! Score another win for Onikage! JH: Darn it! Carl was so close to victory, if only he had managed to get out of the submission I think it could’ve turned out differently. TM: Yeah yeah yeah, if if if, if wishes were fishes the world would be an ocean. JH: How does that even make any sense? MA: Your winner by submission…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! Black Label Society’s song starts blasting over the sound system as Onikage releases the hold, he scrambles up to his feet and Michaela raises his arm in victory. The Straight Edge Savior looks down at Carl’s fallen body, perhaps considering some thing, but we’ll never know as Remy Barteaux slides into the ring. Remy stares down Onikage for a few moments, looking ready for a fight if Onikage tries any thing, the masked man merely scoffs at Remy and turns his back on the Cajun, exiting the ring and walking up the walk way with his students. Meanwhile Barteaux kneels down beside Carl and checks on the big man, making sure his friend is a-okay as the cameras fade backstage. Ragin’: “So you haven’t seen her?” Another staff member shakes their head and tries to back away, looking as busy as possible. Ragin’ grits his teeth and glances around. From the corner of his eye he spies some blonde hair disappearing around the corner. A smile spreads across his lips, and he pushes past the staff member and half runs, half jogs down the corridor. He swings himself around the corner to see.. … a mop?! The janitor looks up, startled to see Ragin’ bearing down on him. How could he mistake… Ragin’ growls and turns on his heel, heading back off down the corridor in the opposite direction. Ragin’: “Damnit.” [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] TNT comes back live, showing a freeze-frame image of Swytch and Kennedy in their locker room. JH: Welcome back, ladies and gentleman, here’s what our cameras caught during the break in Swytch and Kennedy’s locker room. Swytch stands in front of a monitor, fidgeting from one foot to the other. He cocks his head slightly to the side, twitching a bit as lips twist into a mangled grin and slowly turns his head toward Kennedy. Kennedy smiles down at the monitor, laughing slightly as she looks towards Swytch. Kennedy: Now that’s just sad. He seems to be getting more pathetic as the night goes on. A strangled chuckle comes from Swytch's lips. His twitching and fidgeting calming a bit as he takes control of his sanity. His grin grows a bit wider, less twisted and more defined than before. Swytch: Just a mirror of his pathetic career. What's worse is she'll do it, too. She'll do his bidding like an obedient dog. My choice may have been easy, but everybody should have known she would be the one he would run to. Kennedy grows quiet as Swytch talks, her smile fading as each word passes his black lips. She places a hand on his chest, looking up into his dark eyes. Kennedy: Are you sure this is such a good idea? I mean, can we really trust him? Kennedy glances back at the monitor briefly, despite the fact that Ragin’s promo has already ended and there’s nothing new to be found there. Swytch: No...but that's half the fun of it. The twitching returns with a fit of choked giggles heaved from Swytch's spastic form. Kennedy looks up at Swytch, slightly unsure at first but eventually Swytch’s laugh becomes contagious and the smile returns to her lips, followed shortly thereafter with a small laugh. [align=center]"One time I saw a filipino cab driver cut out a cancer with a rusty butter knife."[/align] The ultra-heavy guitars of Rob Zombie's "Let it All Bleed Out" rock into our ears as the lights begin to flash white and red in strobe. Smoke pours from the entryway, the drums explode into our eardrums, and a familiar face comes rockin' out onstage. JH: Here comes the former Fighting Spirit Champion. Former. TM: You’re loving it aren’t you. All ‘cos the poor guy suffered a medical condition in the middle of the ring and your man Storm jumps his freakin’ grave. JH: Perhaps, but let me just say this…former. TM: Shut up. [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. He sighs and shakes his head at the fans' immaturity, then beckons to the curtain. Following him on the way to ringside are Graver's mom, half-brother, and dad. They corral around his corner as he ducks under the top rope, sighing and looking rather discontent with things. Graver moves to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up on top of it, looking out over the fans with general dismay before dismounting and relaxing in the corner. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 190lbs, HE, IS, GRAAAAAAVEEEEEEEEEER!!! The standard smattering of jeering ricochets around the arena before “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] JH: Storm had some rather harsh things to say about Remy too, he may have inadvertently made himself an enemy here. TM: So Storm hates Graver, hates Remy and is none to close with Sam. Hmm, sounds like he’s pretty much surrounded by enemies out there tonight. Remy takes in the sights and sounds before reaching the ring and stepping through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation. [align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] 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. MA: And his partner, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing 225lbs, REMY, BARTAAAAAAUUUUUUX!!! Remy and Graver exchange heated glances as they congregate in their corner. JH: They make an interesting tag team. 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. The end of the goody-two-shoes American witch struts down to the ring, smirking at the FIW fans before entering through the ropes. JH: And here’s another interesting tag team. Sam is forced to team with the man that beat her in his debut. TM: He probably stole that one too ya know, I bet Sam was suffering from some medical condition and he just snuck right in there. That’s what he’s like. [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. MA: And their opponents, introducing first, from Elk City, Oklahoma, SAM, KIIIIINLOOOOOOOOCH!!! 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. TM: Boo! Hiss! Big cheaty mccheater. JH: He’s not got many friends there in the ring. He pumps his fist, pointing to the fans and applauding them. Storm runs full speed ahead to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He climbs to the top of the nearest turnbuckle and makes “The Sign Of The Cross” before jumping down and saluting the fans. He then begins to loosen up before the bell rings. MA: And her tag team partner, from Valrico, California, weighing in at 210lbs, he is THE NEW, FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIOOOOOOOON, ROOOOOOOB, STOOOOOOOOOORM!!! Both teams mingle uneasily in their corners as Tony Clarke orders one from each to step out onto the apron. For the team of Storm and Kinloch, Sam ventures out first, leaving Rob inside to fend off whomever may come. Seeing this, Graver insists on taking the first watch, shooing a reluctant Remy Bartueax onto the apron. With the competitors ready, Clarke calls for the bell. DING! DING! Graver and Storm move forward and -- wait, no. Remy leans over the ropes and slaps Graver on the back, tagging himself in before either legal man can make a move. JH: Remy wants Storm as badly as Graver does, after those comments last week. TM: Nice to see them gelling as a team. Graver spins round looking mighty pissed as Remy ducks through the ropes and shrugs his actions off. Referee Clarke ushers Graver back to the apron and, after some arguing, he complies. So now Remy and Storm are left to circle, and -- wait, this time Graver throws his arm out and swats at Remy, but the Cajun saw it coming and bobs out of the way. He turns to give Graver a “nah nah nah nah nah” kinda look, only to get clubbed in the back by Storm! JH: I think Rob may have had enough with the games. TM: Hitting a man when his back is turned, that is so like Storm. JH: Oh be quiet. Remy is staggered forward and finds himself spun round to face his attacker. Rob lays in another couple of forearms, backing him up before taking him by the wrist and whipping him into a neutral corner, before Graver can get in another blind tag attempt. Storm runs in and launches himself into the air, driving a pair of feet right into Remy’s sternum with an impressive dropkick, then follows it up by scrambling back to his feet and laying a few well aimed chops across his chest. The crowd “Whooo!” with every impact as Remy jolts against the turnbuckles. Rob takes his limp wrist and pulls him out of the corner, launching him across the ring with a -- no! Remy reverses the whip and pulls Storm into a Judo Hip Toss, taking the Fighting Spirit Champion down to the canvas and giving himself some time to recuperate. JH: Nice counter by Remy there. It’s worth pointing out that there three of these competitors have bee Fighting Spirit champions at one time or anther. In fact, Remy, Graver and Rob are the three most recent to hold that title. TM: And that’s worth mentioning because. JH: It’s a cool little bit of trivia. TM: Well is it worth mentioning that Sam has a nice ass and that I’d like to hit that? JH: …no. Remy reaches down and lays a few slaps around the head of the rising champ as he pulls him back to his feet. He keeps him doubled over for now with a HARD knee to his chest, and looks up to see Graver begging for the tag. Remy pulls Storms weight with him as he moves toward his corner and holds out his hand for Graves to slap…only to yank it back and run it through his dirty blonde locks as Graver looks to tag himself in. TM: Oh that’s cold. Graver flips his partner the bird as Remy grins mischievously and hooks Storm into a suplex. He heaves him up and -- no! Storm fires his own knee into Remy’s chest and switches holds with him, before violently SNAPPING him over with a VICIOUSLY QUICK Snap Suplex! JH: Remy wasted too much time toying with Graver there. Remy arches his back on impact as Storm sits up, shaking the cobwebs loose before returning to his feet. He reaches down and scoops up Barteaux, bringing him back to verticality….before CRACKING a European Uppercut across his jaw! Remy wobbles by the sucker won’t go down, allowing Rob to take his hand and whip him into the ropes. He waits for his return, and wraps him into a Belly-toBelly! Remy is hurled over head and comes CRASHING back down into the canvas on the other side! JH: Beautiful move there from Storm, perfectly executed. TM: Get your ass back in the game, Cajun! Storm needs to be taken down a peg. A whole peg! Remy rolls over to his front and pulls himself up to all fours, but Storm is right there, straddling his back and firing a set of STIFF forearms across his face! He dismounts with the Cajun suitably groggy and moves to his head, taking him under the chin as he rises him up to his feet…but Remy fights back! He throws a flurry of errant fists and one lucky punch catches Storm right on the nose, staggering the champion back and giving Remy the space he needs. His eyes refocus just in time to see Storm barrelling towards him. Storm looks for a Lariat, but Remy ducks and flings himself across the ring for a tag! But Graver pulls his hand away! TM: Ha! Serves him right. JH: I’m not sure if that’s wise. Remy looks up to see Graver sliding his hand through his raggedy hair, smiling down at the battered Cajun who gives him a vicious evil glare. He pulls himself back to his feet and turns, into a LARIAT from Storm! No! Remy ducks and runs for the far ropes! Storm spins round and runs to meet him in the centre, but Barteaux leaps up and wraps himself around Storms back, locking him into a Crucifix hold before rolling him backwards and SPIKING his head into the canvas! JH: FLUX INCAPACITATOOOOOOOR!!! Storm is down, Remy is catching his breath on the canvas and Sam is aching to get into this match. JH: Remy’s bought himself some time with that big driver of his, now he needs to capitalise on it. The Cajun pulls himself to his feet and glances down on the stirring champion, then over at Sam who’s leaning over the ropes begging to get in on the action. He then turns to his tag team partner, strolls over to his corner and POPS him in the nose! TM: What the hell!? JH: I think that was…yep, Tony’s counted it as a tag. Graver steps through the ropes and goes to swing at Remy but Clarke holds him back. The two “partners” get nose to nose, shouting and cursing at each other as Graver cradles his nose and Remy insists it was “only a tap.” Neither seem to notice Rob Storm slowly regaining his feet JH: These two need to start working as a team if they wanna win this. Storm rises up beside them and both men pause their “conversation” to glance over at him. They look at each other, then back to Storm, then both SMACK him in the face with double clenched fists! TM: You mean like that? JH: Yeah, kinda. Storm hits canvas and both men reach down to yank him back up. Tony Clarke insists that Remy leave but he’s not going anywhere yet. They whip the champ off the ropes and await his return, both ducking so that they can heave him up and FLATTEN him back into the canvas with a Double Flapjack! Both men get to their feet but Remy is accosted by Clarke, who starts to physically force him back to the apron. Graver ignores the sitch and drags Storm back to his feet…only to find himself dragged backwards by Sam Kinloch! TM: She’s got his hair! Indeed she has. She pulls him back into a reverse chancery and DROPS him to the canvas with a Reverse DEE DEE TEE! JH: Sam’s sick of waiting on the side lines! She steps over Graver and drags Storm over to the corner, propping him against the turnbuckle before hopping back onto the apron as Tony Clarke turns back round. With the ref now paying full attention, Sam makes a quite legal tag to her slumped partner and steps back into the ring. JH: Smart play by Sam there. TM: That was sneaky, I bet Storm taught her that. Graver drags himself to his feet and is a little surprised to see Sam is the legal person, but even more surprised to see her foot CRACKING into his temple and knocking him against the ropes! She steps over her tag team partner and up onto the middle turnbuckle, where she fires out a series of STIFF kicks to Graver’s head as he lolls there against the ropes. Eventually she drops back down, and Graver flops to the canvas. JH: Impressive start for young Sam in this match. She reaches down and HEAVES the lifeless weight of Graver back to his feet, which takes it’s fair share out of the 113 pounder. She leaves him doubled over and steps to the side, before swinging her right foot up and CRACKING him in the face with a STIFF boot! He bolts up and lands back on the ropes where Sam moves in and take him by the wrist. She whips him across the ring and spins up into a Moonsault Dropkick to… thin air! Graver holds onto the ropes and stops himself from charging back into Sam’s feet! She pulls herself back up and barrels into him, but Graver takes a few steps forward and lifts her up, dropping her neck across the top rope! She bounces off and crashes into the canvas, clutching at her throat as Graver sits up and takes a few moments to regain his bearings. JH: Sam really brought it to Graver there. Graver looks over to Sam as she rolls onto her front and begins to push herself up to all fours, and a pervy little grin spreads across his face. He clambers up to his feet and moves over to head, where he POUNDS on her back with a double axe handle that sends her splatting back down to the canvas! He reaches down and pulls her up, shoving her head into a standing head scissors and looking out to the crowd with that same sickening grin. JH: Oh god, what a humiliating move this is. TM: Hehe, she loves it. He hooks up her arms and locks her into the VIOLENT PORNOGRAPHY, squeezing her head between his thighs with all his strength! She tries to wriggle free but she can’t quiet escape, and Tony Clarke is there to check on her but of course she refuses to give. JH: Graver seems to be enjoying this a little too much. TM: Like Sam isn’t. JH: I doubt that. That same inane grin remains on his face as he glances over at this “tag team partner”, who simply rolls his eyes at Graver’s unorthodox techniques. But those eyes suddenly shoot open as he spots Rob Storm advancing on Graves. He shouts and points and Graver spins around just in time to be beheaded by -- NO! Graver ducks and Storm runs straight through, his lariat finding nothing but air. The Fighting Spirit Champion spins round as Graver pushes Sam aside. She lands in the ropes, clutching her head as it throbs in pain and her tag partner runs to trade blows with the cause of her headache. Storm CRACKS a right off Graver’s jaw, Graver SMACKS a left across Storm’s chops. Both men go back and forth in a flurry of fists until Rob ducks underneath switches around behind Graver. He hooks up his arms… JH: He’s got it! GROUND FAAAAALLLLT!!! TM: NO! …and Graver spins out of it! Rob turns and BAM! JH: NO! STUNNER FROM GRAVER! Rob hits canvas, but he’s not the legal man! Graver takes to his feet and turns, right into Sam’s boot! JH: KARMIC KICK!!! Graver CRASHES down next to Storm and Kinloch moves in to pin, but she feels a hand on her shoulder and is tugged around by the Cajun and dragged right into… TM: THE SEXY AWESOME SUPLEEEEEEEX!! Sam CRASHES into the mats and Remy scrambles back to his feet. TM: It’s finisher-palooza! JH: Tony Clarke needs to get a little order back in here methinks. That he does as he ushers Remy back toward the apron, and like a good little Cajun he complies. Storm too is shooed back to the corner as he gets to his feet, leaving Sam and Graver writhing around on the canvas as they regain their senses. TM: Are we gonna have one of those slow crawls to the corners now? With the tension building as to who will get tagged in first -- SMACK! OW! As Hitchen pummels Moore with the Kayfabe stick, Graver and Sam pulls themselves to all fours and begin a slow, tension building crawl to their respective corners. TM: I knew it! SMACK! Arrh, frick! Where did you get that from anyhow? JH: *shrugs* WalMart. Both parties are weary, but Sam a little more so as she still reels from the Sexy Awesome Suplex. She crawls, closer and closer until…Graver gets the tag! Remy comes bursting in, sprints across the ring and steps up onto Sam’s back, flipping into the air and nailing her with the REMY-SAULT! She falls flat to the canvas and her palm misses that of Storm’s! TM: Hmm, I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to -- SMACK! OW! Would you…jeeze! I mean…Christ. JH: Teehee. Storm doesn’t seem too bothered though as he piles in anyway. As Remy gets back to his feet he’s LEVELLED by a SPEEDING LARIAT from Rob Storm! But he has no time to play the advantage as his charge takes him right into the clutches of Graver, who whips him into the corner and begins to pound on him with a flurry of fists and forearms! TM: Graver’s got Storm IN THE PIT! Or has he? Storm manages to block a few incoming shots and fire outwards with a stray elbow that catches Graves off guard. He rattles the metal head and manages to switch places with him, laying into him with his own brand of roughneck violence. Meanwhile, across the ring, Sam has found her feet. She looks over to her tag team partner pounding on the scraggy haired Detroit native and decides to join in. She moves across the ring -- but no! She feels an arm on her shoulder and is spun round… SMACK! …right into the… JH: MOB HIIIIIIIIIT!!! Sam collapses, Remy dives on. [align=center]One! Two!![/align] Rob hears the commotion and spins round. He dives forward and drops an elbow on Remy’s spine, breaking up his pin…about a second too late! [align=center]THREE!!![/align] “Shatter” hits the speakers as Remy rolls off, arching his back in pain as Rob sits up mortified at that split second gap that lost him and Sam the match. JH: Well that really did come right down to the wire there. Just a second quicker and this match would still be going. MA: Here are your winners, GRAVER, AND REMYYYY, BARTAUUUUUUUUX!!! The camera cuts from ringside to a pair of white pants, it zooms out to reveal the person filling out the pants is the FIW Cruiserweight Champion of the World, April Lynn. April is doing a few last minute stretches for her cage match later tonight, her title belt resting on the bench behind her. Opting to consider that enough for now April sits down on the bench, lowering her head and exhaling deeply, perhaps a few last minute jitters, her eyes shifting from her hands to the title belt beside her. Suddenly there is a knock at her locker room door, she looks up and her expression becomes one of curiosity, having not expected any one to stop by it would seem. April: Remy? The door opens and April’s expression deflates as soon as she sees that it is not Remy but rather a smirking Smarty Smark. She stands as he approaches, folding her arms over her chest. April: Sorry, I didn’t order a troll for a valet tonight. Smarty Smark: Oh har har har, your wit is oh so sharp and cut me oh so deep. Smarty Smark strolls out of the door way and deeper into the locker room, April’s expression makes it apparent she is in no mood to battle words with Smarty right now. April: Can you just tell me what you want? Since the sooner you leave my locker room the happier I’ll be. The manager of the superstars almost gets a pleasant and cheerful smile on his face, which looks rather eerie. Smarty Smark: I just decided to pay you a visit to say good luck tonight. April: Yeah, and Jim O’Brien is a man of sound health, Madison Lee just donating all the proceeds from this event to a children's hospital and oh! I just heard that Dante Coles rescused an old lady's puppy in the parking lot. April's overly exaggerated faux excitement drops and she tilts her head in a fed-up way. April: Stop BS’ing me. Smarty Smark: No, really, I wanted to wish you luck tonight because for once the hag’s goal and my goal are aligned. She’s nearly giving me you and that title on a silver platter, how? Well I’ll enlighten your tiny little mind, because whatever is left of you after Dante gets done having his fun will be given to the Funky Bunch. Even if you do some how defy the odds tonight, do you think you’ll be in the shape after this match to defeat any of my clients? Hmm? April remains silent with a look of disgust, which only makes Smarty’s smile grow even wider and look even more eerie. Smarty Smark: That’s what I thought, so say good bye to that title belt of yours, since next week it’ll come to the welcoming arms of the Funky Bunch. But…you know April, I’m always looking for more clients… Smarty’s smile becomes almost demented and playful, he reaches out and runs a few strands of Lynn’s blonde locks through his stubby fingers, she quickly swats his fingers away from her hair.. Smarty Smark: Maybe if you beg after we embarrass you I’ll sign you as one of my clients and welcome you into the Funky Bunch. Not wanting to listen to any more April Lynn gets up from her seat and walks right over to Smarty Smark, getting right into his face with a look of determination and anger. April: Get out... of my locker room... now, you pervert. And don’t worry about me, even if Dante roughs me up a bit I’ll still be in good enough shape to crush any of your clients... again. April puts heavy emphasis on that last word, just to stick it to the weasely manager. For a few moments Smarty Smark and April Lynn have a stare down in an intense moment of silence, the silence is broken by a mere scoff from Smarty Smark. He turns his back to April and walks out of the locker room; April continues to glare in his direction. Once he is gone she sighs and shakes her head, a shiver running down her spine as the camera cuts to a commercial. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | May 16 2006, 08:37 PM Post #3 |
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The camera cuts to a locker room door which opens and Onikage walks through the door way, his wind breaker jacket slung over his shoulder. He looks around his locker room and his students, though his expression contorts into confusion behind his mask when he notices some thing. Onikage walks deeper into his locker room and sat down on the bench next to Koji, his pulls off his elbow pads and starts untying his wrist tape. Onikage: Where is JJ? The students look among each other, seems they just noticed too the lack of his presence. Jeff: I think he mentioned him needing to step out for a moment after your match sensei, but that was a while ago. Larry: Speaking of people missing, where have you been sensei? Onikage raises an eyebrow to what Jeff says, but returns to ripping off the black tape from his forearms and wrists, and palms. Onikage: Larry-chan? Larry: Yes sensei? Onikage: Be quiet. Larry: Right sensei. The Straight Edge Artist continues to ponder where JJ is as Koji mediates beside him and Larry & Jeff return to their card game. FIW’s camera cuts back to the ringside area to get ready for another match. The cameras cut back into the live arena, focused the steel cage hanging above the ring. The bell sounds, indicating that our main-event is about to begin. MA: The following contest is a No Escape Steel Cage Match and it is for the Ultimate Endurance Championship! The crowd pop for the mention of the prestigious championship. Yeah, you heard that right Onikage! The camera angle switches to focus on Michael Anderson stood center ring in his fancy schmancy suit. MA: Now in this match there will be no door placed on the steel cage and the only way to win is by submission or knock-out without in the confines of the cage. The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage with her Cruiserweight Championship around her waist, stopping to glance out at the roaring crowd on either side. She pauses on the stage, pulling her championship off and raising it into the air before making her way towards the ring. MA: Introducing first, she is the FIW Cruiserweight Champion… OHIO’S OWN-- AAAPPPPRRRRIIILLL LLLLLYYYYYNNNNN!!!! TM: Wow! JH: What an ovation for the Cruiserweight Champion in her homestate! TM: What? I can’t hear you? April climbs in the ring under the middle rope and advances to ropes, raising her championship high in the air. She moves to the opposite side, showing off her championship to the other side of the world. She pauses the championship off to Logan Black and then disposes of her sleeveless duster, depositing it in a corner of the ring before turning her attention back to the entrance way, the reality of the upcoming contest settling in. JH: There you see the nerves settling in on April. She realizes the severity of the situation tonight. TM: After that little pre-match chit-chat with Dante, how could she not? JH: That was just uncalled for. To go and taunt her before the match. How pathetic is Dante Coles? TM: I don’t find him pathetic at all. It’s called psyching your opponent out. If April can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen. JH: She didn’t even ask for this match! Madison and Dante are just trying to mess with Remy Barteaux! The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a frenzy. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage with his championship in hand. The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. MA: And the opponent… weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds; from Los Angeles, California; he is the Ultimate Endurance Champion… The Icon… DDDAAAANNNNNTTTTAAAAYYYY CCCOOOOOOLLLLEEESSSSS! JH: I still can’t believe the cowardice of Dante Coles to pick April Lynn as his opponent tonight. TM: Are you saying that April can’t hang with a guy with Dante? I wouldn’t expect you to be objective about something like that. JH: It’s not about that at all. Dante Coles is the Ultimate Endurance Champion. He’s one of the best here on TNT. And the only reason he selected April as his opponent is because he knows the relationship between Remy and April. TM: You don’t know that. You’re assuming things. Maybe Dante really wants to give April an opportunity here tonight. 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 shows the belt off to April with an arrogant grin on his face before handing the title off to Logan Black. JH: I don’t believe for a second this is about giving April an opportunity. This is Dante just wanting to stick it to Remy all because Remy eliminated him in that battle royal a few weeks back. TM: Oh come on. Dante’s not the type to hold a grudge. JH: He’s exactly the type of person who holds a grudge! Logan Black hands both championship belts off to Michael Anderson who takes his leave from the ring. April remains back in the corner as Dante stands casually in the ring, winking over at her with his confident smirk still on his face. Logan Black calls April out of the corner and then signals for the cage to be lowered. The lights dim, strobes blinking around the steel as it lowers around the ring. TM: This is so exciting. I can’t remember the last time we’ve had a steel cage match here on TNT. JH: Just over a year ago, actually. As part of the Dual Crown Contenders Tournament, Dante Coles and Jim O’Brien found themselves in a steel cage match on May 10, 2005. TM: Oh. So Dante’s got experience in this match. Even more bad news for April. JH: Dante lost that match. Thanks to interference from Chris Maclay. TM: Well, there’s no possible way for anyone to interfere in this match. So more good news for Dante. Ha! Ring monkeys clamor to secure the cage to the corners of the ring. Logan Black signals for the bell, officially kicking off this match. Dante steps into the center of the ring and signals for a test of strength. April refuses, however, telling him that it ain’t happening, which only prompts a bigger smile on Dante’s face. JH: Oh, look at this. He wants a test of strength. TM: He’s offering her to start off on even ground. What’s so wrong about that? JH: April is not going to win a test of strength against Dante. That isn’t sexist, that’s realistic. TM: Yeah, that’s true. Look at those guns on Dante. Sexy. JH: What? Never mind, I don’t want to know. Dante holds both hands up towards April, nodding his head as if he’s accepting some form of counter offer from her. He slowly makes a show of putting both arms behind his back. He brings one back up to tap a finger to his chin before placing it behind his back again. April shakes her head, disgusted by Dante’s fun and games to start off the contest. TM: Aw, look at that. He’s giving her the first shot. That’s gentlemanly. JH: It would be if Dante could be trusted. Which he can’t. Dante taps his chin again, getting a little aggravated that April isn’t taking the opportunity given to her. He pushes his chin out towards her, even closing his eyes to give her move of an advantage. April looks around the crowd and shrugs her shoulders before TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE!! Dante falls back to the canvas, startled by April’s choice of attack and scrambles back up to his feet! April rushes him, powering him down with a Lou Thesz Press and begins firing away with right hands upside his face! TM: Aah! What the hell is she doing?! JH: She took advantage of Dante’s games and now she’s got the champion down! TM: He said she could have a free hit! You don’t clothesline someone with their eyes closed! JH: Dante shouldn’t have been playing around! Dante gets his arms up and shoves April off him! He tries to climb to his feet but April grabs the waistband of his tights and drags him back down onto his back, climbing back into the mounted position and resuming the assault on his face! With a growl that can be heard even without a mic, Dante shoves April as hard as he can! TM: Uh-oh. She pissed him off now. JH: She pissed him off? I think he needs to worry about the fire he’s lit in April here tonight. Dante gets back to his feet, seething with rage as he stares down at April. She gets back to her feet, not so anxious to rush in this time. Dante points at her and says something that the microphones can’t pick up. He steps up to her and GETS SLAPPED ACROSS THE FACE! Dante clenches his jaw from the slap and turns his eyes back on April. He grabs a handful of April’s hair and drags her face-first into the nearest turnbuckle! NO! April catches herself with her foot on the middle turnbuckle and fires an elbow into Dante’s midsection! She grabs him by the head and RUNS HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL CAGE!!! TM: Ahhh! She’s trying to ruin his face, Jonathan! She’s not even trying to win! JH: I doubt her goal is to mess up Dante’s face, Thomas. She’s doing what she can to survive in a steel cage with this arrogant son of a bitch! TM: *gasp* Take that back! Dante stumbles back from the cage, holding his face which obscures him from seeing the boot April plants in his stomach! She grabs him by the back of his neck and the back of his tights and RUNS HIM HEAD FIRST BACK INTO THE CAGE!!! Dante falls backwards to the mat, grabbing onto the top of his head and wincing from the steel on flesh. April drags him back up in a front facelock and pauses to prompt a pop from the crowd. She runs with Dante across the ring AND GETS THROW INTO THE STEEL!!! JH: Ugh. Dante just countered a bulldog attempt there by April! TM: Welp, her luck just ran out. JH: You don’t know that, Thomas. Dante stumbles backwards but remains on his feet, holding onto the top of his head. He shakes it off and moves over to April, dragging her up by a handful of hair. No sooner than he gets her vertical does he use the hold on her hair to DRAG HER ONTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD! He puts a boot on the side of her face, flexing his muscles as he stands over her. JH: Oh goodness. After what just happened, he has the nerve to be cocky now? TM: Damn. Look at those muscles. You know, I don’t think Dante’s physique gets the attention it deserves. JH: Sure it does. Every time you’re out here. April shoves Dante’s foot off her face and rolls aside. Dante has the nerve to just chuckle about it before grabbing another handful of her hair and pulling her back up to her feet. April swings wildly at him but Dante ducked it grabbing her in a waistlock and clubs her across the back of the neck! Dante looks down at the position they find themselves in and grins, grinding his hips a little before THROWING HER ONTO THE BACK OF HER NECK WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! TM: Hehe. I bet April is glad she’s in this match now. JH: Oh please. Dante doing everything he can to get inside Remy’s head. It’s sick. TM: Trust me. If you asked April, I bet you she’d say she enjoyed the start to that German suplex. JH: I sincerely doubt that. But I can guarantee she didn’t enjoy the ending. Dante sits up and glances back at April, giving himself a round of applause for the execution of his suplex. The crowd disagrees with his moment of praise and lets him hear it. Dante waves them off and climbs back up to his feet. Dante saunters over to April and drops and lightning quick elbow to her chest! He leaps back to his feet and repeats the process a second time. He grins at his own quickness, or maybe it’s the fact that the crowd is booing him, and drags April up by a handful of hair. He shoves her head between his legs, grinning even wider as gyrates his hips in typical sleazy fashion. He flips April onto his shoulders and gets a right hand to the face from April! April doesn’t relent, causing Dante to stumble around with her on his shoulders. Finally she fights out, dropping to her feet as he stumbles back into the turnbuckle. April runs in AND GETS HER HEAD KNOCKED OFF WITH A LEAPING CLOTHESLINE! JH: Dammit! April started fighting back there but Dante put her back down. TM: Did you expect anything else to come of this match? I certainly didn’t. Dante pushes himself back to his feet and shakes his head down at April. His arrogant grin is no longer present as he apparently decides to get serious now. He nudges April with his feet, causing her to stir slightly but not much. He pulls her up and locks her into a front facelock. He jerks back and DROPS HER FACE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT! Dante lays there for a mere moment before nipping back up to his feet! He grins and dusts his torso off, apparently NOT deciding to get serious. JH: A big-time DDT from the champion. And I thought Dante was finally going to treat April like a threat tonight but I see I was wrong. TM: Shouldn’t the referee be counting? Isn’t there a knock-out stipulation? JH: Normally, yes. But if you’ll notice who the referee tonight is. Logan Black. He’s done favors for Madison Lee in the past and it looks like tonight is another one of those nights. Indeed, Logan Black isn’t rushing to check on April at this point in time. Dante doesn’t seem bothered by it any either. He nudges April with the toe of his boot again but she doesn’t react to it. He shrugs his shoulders and moves to the turnbuckle. He sets is ass on the top turnbuckle and leans back against the cage. JH: What the hell is he doing? Taking a break? TM: He’s letting April recover. I thought you’d appreciate it. JH: I don’t trust Dante enough to appreciate anything he does anymore. April slowly rouses on the mat, glancing around to find Dante no where around her. Dante spots this and drops down off the turnbuckle, patiently waiting for her to get to her feet. She turns and startles when she notices him, drawing up into a fight stance. But Dante raises his hands up and motions for her to calm down. He moves towards the center of the ring, saying something to her before motioning for a standard collar and elbow tie-up. JH: Oh, what’s this? TM: Looks like he’s decided to play fair. Isn’t that nice of him? JH: As I said before, I don’t trust him and I sure hope April doesn’t. April doesn’t seem to trust him any but regardless of her expression, she moves in cautiously for the tie-up. They lock up and DANTE SHOVES HER ONTO HER BACK! April grabs the back of her head and winces, backing into the turnbuckle as Dante stares down at her. She pulls herself back up with the use of the ropes and steps out of the corner, eyeing the champion more cautiously now. Dante calls her in for another tie-up and April grudgingly accepts once more. JH: I don’t know how wise it is to try that route again with Dante but then again, what else can she do at this point? TM: Well you’re talking about being wise when Dante’s facing a blonde woman so… JH: That’s a chauvinistic thing to say. TM: So at least I’m not surprising you. The tie-up never happens however, as Dante ducks aside and drives a knee into April’s mid-section! He nails a second one and then grabs April’s arm, DRAGGING HER INTO A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! Using a handful of hair, he drags her back up and nails second short-arm clothesline. Not finished, he drags her back up and goes for a third short-arm clothesline that April manages to duck! But she fails to avoid the back-elbow from Dante that knocks her back down to the canvas! JH: Dante missed with that clothesline but the back elbow, unfortunately, didn’t miss. TM: Unfortunately? Who’re you for here? JH: I’m for April showing up Dante and shutting his arrogant mouth up. TM: Yeah, well that was never gonna happen. So stop dreaming. Dante looks over towards Logan Black and signals that he’s getting ready to wrap it up, getting a nod from the shady official. Dante lifts the limp Cruiserweight Champion to her feet and locks her around the waist, THROWING HER OVER WITH A NORTHERN-LIGHTS SUPLEX! Dante flips over to his feet, grabbing April’s and turning her over into a Boston Crab-- No! April begins kicking her feet, knocking Dante off of her! JH: Dante was going for his Dante’s Inferno. An elevated Boston Crab that’s put a lot of people away in Ultimate Endurance matches. April, thankfully, was able to avoid it. TM: For now. But remember, there’s no where to run. And there’s no where to hide. April crawls towards the ropes but Dante grabs her by the leg and drags her back into the center of the ring. April turns to her back and uses the other foot to BOOT Dante upside the face! She climbs back up to her feet and takes Dante down with a running clothesline! Or she would have if Dante had ducked. She turns around and GETS SLAMMED DOWN WITH A SPINEBUSTER!! JH: A big-time spinebuster by the champion. TM: I don’t get why April is even bothering to fight back anymore. She should just tap out now. JH: A lot of good that will do with Logan Black catering to both Madison and Dante’s wishes. Dante moves to stand over April’s head, staring out at the irate fans passed the metal grating of the cage. He kicks April’s limp arm into her body and rebounds off the ropes, leaping over April’s body to rebound off the opposite side and STOPS! He shakes his head with a wicked grin on his face and leaps to April’s feet. He grabs her legs up and PROPELLS HER FACE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL CAGE WITH A SLINGSHOT!! TM: Ugh. That’s gonna leave a mark. JH: Dante set up for his running elbow to the sternum but changed at the last minute, throwing April’s face into that unforgiving steel. TM: Don’t stay that. Steel can’t be unforgiving. It’s not alive. Dante climbs back to his feet, soaking in the lack of crowd support he’s receiving in April’s homestate. He motions to Logan Black to start his count. Logan shrugs and abides by his boss’s boy toy’s command. [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR![/align] JH: Dante telling the referee that it’s okay to count now. How considerate of him. April struggles but finds herself sitting up. Logan glances at Dante who tells him that it’s okay to stop the count. He grabs a handful of April’s hair and drags her up. He raises a fight and… plants his lips on April’s in a full-on lip lock! TM: Whoo! The liplock coming into play! She’s gonna have to tap! JH: Ugh. I wouldn’t be surprised if she did tap to that! April pushes them apart and SLAPS Dante across the face! Dante can only grin at the reaction, knowing how much it has to be digging at Remy who’s watching from the back. Dante turns his attention back to April and puckers up once more, teasing April and enraging her even more. April swings wildly with a right hand that Dante easily ducks! April runs through with her momentum and rebounds off the ropes. Dante spins around, catching her with a sideslam! No! April grabs Dante’s head in a figure 4 leg lock and throws him over with a headscissors! JH: This could be the break that April’s been waiting for! Using Dante’s arrogance against him! TM: You’ve been saying that the whole match! Hitchen may be right this time, however. Dante pushes back up to his feet but April is up first and runs in, snapping him back to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker! Again, Dante tries to fight through it up to his feet and gets a boot to the gut from April! She grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the turnbuckle-- Dante counters the whip and sends April back first into the turnbuckle! TM: See? What’d I tell you? Dante follows in after her, running into a raised boot to the face! April runs out of the corner and DRIVES DANTE FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A RUNNING BULLDOG! The crowd is going crazy as April gets back to her feet and raises an arm into the air in a pre-mature celebration. She moves out to the cage encased apron and makes her way up the turnbuckle. JH: You were saying? April looks to be back in charge of this thing. TM: But she’s gotta knock Dante out or make him submit. Going to the top rope isn’t going to do her any good. April makes her way to the top rope, just as Dante leaps at the ropes, causing her to lose her balance and land in an uncomfortable position on the turnbuckle. Dante climbs up to the second turnbuckle, hooking April up and TOSSING HER OFF THE TOP ROPE DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!! JH: A Uranage from the top rope to the canvas! TM: One move! That’s all it takes to get back in control. I think you’ve learned that lesson by now, Jonathan. JH: Well if he doesn’t drop his arrogant act, he may have to learn the lesson again! TM: I told you April was making a mistake going to the top rope. Dante capitalized on it. Dante gets back up to his feet, leaning back against the ropes and motion to Logan Black to go ahead and count. [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR![/align] April lays on the canvas, completely unmoving as the crowd try to rally support in her. Dante just lays back against the ropes, keeping his eyes on April and breathing in some deep breaths. [align=center]FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT![/align] Dante storms over to April, grabbing a handful of her hair and dragging her up to her feet! Logan Black ceases his count and asks Dante what he’s doing. Dante holds onto April’s hair and points into her face, saying something that is unheard. JH: What the hell?! Dante had the match won there. What’s he doing now? TM: Ah, he’s not finished yet! JH: Yet? He wants to give her another chance to beat him? Dante scoops April up, holding her in the air for a moment before SLAMMING HER DOWN INTO THE CANVAS! He doesn’t hesitate, lifting her back up and DROPPING HER WITH A SECOND SLAM! He gives her body a stiff kick before moving over to the turnbuckle. He points back at Logan Black and yells at him to not count! Dante climbs up to the top rope, holding onto the cage and screaming out at the jeering audience members to “go fuck themselves!” before MOONSAULTING OFF THE ROPES AND ONTO THE LIFELESS BODY OF APRIL! JH: A top rope moonsault from the 255 pound Dante Coles onto a woman! A 125 pound woman! TM: The versatility of Dante is remarkable! JH: This match should’ve been over already! But Dante got embarrassed when April took advantage of his arrogance! TM: You don’t know that’s what this is about! JH: You’re right! This is about Remy Barteaux and the fact HE embarrassed Dante in that Dual Crown Contendership Battle Royal! Dante sits up on his knees, grabbing another handful of April’s hair and once again yelling something down in her face. He drops her head back down to the canvas and climbs to his feet, yelling at Logan to “call it”. Dante backs into the corner and rests up as Logan Black starts his count again. [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR![/align] JH: This is pathetic! April has to lay there and go through this count again when she probably needs medical attention! TM: She’ll get it soon enough. Just another six seconds. April barely stirs on the canvas. Her head moving from side to side as she attempts to muster any courage to get up, but to no avail. Eventually she just lays there, no moving at all. [align=center]FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE![/align] Dante storms back over at the last second, grabbing up April’s legs and turning her over into an elevated Boston Crab! The crowd’s heat on Dante intensifies as they watch April lazily tap her hand against the canvas, her face showing the agony she’s in as Logan Black calls for the bell! DING-DING! MA: Here is your winner and STILL Ultimate Endurance Champion-- DDDAAAANNNNNTTTTAAAAYYYY CCCOOOOOOLLLLEEESSSSS! JH: Dammit! The match is over! Let her up! Dante keeps the Dante’s Inferno locked in as Logan Black taps his shoulder and tells him that it’s over. Dante shakes his head, refusing to let up even as April’s screams sound out through the arena. The crowd suddenly explode as Remy Barteaux comes sprinting towards the ring! Dante releases the hold as Remy begins to scale up the side of the cage! JH: It’s Remy! And he’s climbing the cage! TM: Look at Dante! He’s hot! He wants to fight Remy now! JH: Did you just call Dante hot! TM: Context, Hitchen! Context! Remy swings his legs over the top of the cage and drops inside! Unfortunately, as he’s doing this, Dante climbs to the top rope and uses it to push himself to the top of the cage and just out of Remy’s grasp as he runs across the ring at him! Dante drops down at ringside, a grin on his face as he stares at an irate Remy through the steel cage. JH: Oh! So he’s running from Remy now? That’s real manly! Attack his girlfriend and then run away! TM: Remy’s lucky Dante didn’t go to bed with his girlfriend! He could if he wanted! April wouldn’t turn that hunk of caramel down. JH: I’m gonna be sick. Dante snatches his belt out of the hands of Michael Anderson and makes his way around the ring, grinning at Remy as he checks on April and shoots deadly glares at the Ultimate Endurance Champion. Logan Black waits until Dante is nearly to the curtain before signaling for the cage to be raised. As he turns around to leave he GETS BLASTED IN THE FACE WITH A YAKUZA KICK!!! JH: THE MOB HIT FROM REMY! Payback for the way Logan Black officiated this match! TM: You can't put your hands on an official! JH: Technically he put his boot to the official's face. TM: Still! He's to be respected! Remy huffs down at the now-unconscious official before turning to April and helping his girl to her feet as the ring monkey's finally get the cage loose, allowing to be raised back up to the heavens from whence it came. Remy retrieves April's Cruiserweight Championship and helps her from the ring to a big round of applause for her homestate crowd as the cameras cut backstage. Ragin’ sits with his head in his hands. It hasn’t been the most successful of days. Natalya stands beside him, swirling a glass of vodka around in her hand nervously. How come the one day he could use Kailey she’s nowhere to be found yet for the past few months everywhere he has turned there she is. But now nothing. His mind travels back over the past hour or so, walking aimlessly around the maze of corridors, desperately searching and hoping that a solution would present itself. It’s times like this where being a big nasty bastard really bites you in the backside. He remembered walking past Remy and April in conversation, glancing at the Master of the Rage as he walked by and both breathing a sigh of relief that there wasn’t any situation to deal with. He remembered Extreme Ninja quickly scrabbling to scrawl ‘Can’t talk. Busy.’ on his sign. He remembered the sound of beer caps hitting the floor as he stepped past a room containing Graver - something weird happened with the lights too but he had ignored that. And he remembered the mirth and glee omitting from every part of Dante Coles as he had strolled past a glum Ragin’ just a short while ago. Natalya: “It’s time. We need to get to the ring.” Ragin’ looks up and glances over at the phone sitting on a table beside him. He pushes himself up off his knees and walks toward the door. Ragin’: Don’t worry. It’s just Swytch I can’t lay a finger on. We’ll be fine.. “ And with that, the two Russians head out the door to face their destiny. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] TNT’s camera cuts to a hallway backstage where Kailey Lane is walking towards the camera with a cell phone in her hand. TM: HEY! It's Kailey! Ragin'! Kailey's-- oh wait! Never mind, Ragin'. JH: I take it you don't want Ragin' to know Kailey's here? TM: And let him have a chance at beating Swytch and Kennedy next week? No thanks. JH: So considerate of you.[/sarcasm] Despite the relatively calm expression on her face, her body language exposes her nervousness. She taps her index finger on the back of the phone, fidgiting impatiently. Kailey: Hello? Yes, this is Kailey Lane. I am calling to see if you got the test results yet..... Right, the notes... Aside from Kailey’s shoes clicking across the flooring, silence falls over the hallway again as she listens to whomever is on the other side of the conversation. A locker room door with a temporary nameplate that reads “Kailey Lane” comes into view and she marches towards it. The doorknob within arm's reach, she freezes in her tracks as the conversation obviously turns for the worse. Her expression shows confusion as the unease she is feeling takes a front seat. Kailey: And you are certain? Because I could try to find the other note. It might have someth.... Ah, I see. For a second time silence falls over Kailey’s side of the conversation as she slowly nods her head along with whatever the other person is saying. A soft sigh escapes her lips and she tilts her head downward, closing her eyes and running her fingers through her short blonde locks. Kailey: Okay, thank you. Good-bye. Without another word Kailey flips her cell phone shut, stuffing it into her jeans’ pocket. Absentmindedly she opens the locker room door and walks right into darkness. In the odd gloom Kailey’s mind is pulled from her thoughts as she notices a glow from somewhere in the room. Her eyes squint slightly as she tries to find the source of the glow and her eyes are slowly drawn upward. The camera follows her in and pans to match the trail of her sight, focusing in on what she finds. On the ceiling of her locker room, in-between the lights, is a symbol written in some sort of white, glow-in-the-dark paint. It is a simple question mark. Rather fitting considering the weirdness lately. Somehow tacked to the ceiling and dangling from the . at the end of the ? is a rope from which hangs an army of white roses held together by a thin strip of cloth. Kailey exhales heavily as she sees another note nestled into the pale blooms almost in defiance of gravity itself. A shiver runs down her spine as she steps forward, snatching the note from its precarious resting place. The scent of roses is somewhat overpowering as she takes a deep breath before unfolding the note. [align=center] [/align] Kailey frowns slightly as she lets the note fold down on itself. The handwriting is different... again. She stares at the folded piece of parchment, biting her bottom lip before the camera cuts back into the live arena with “Toxic” blaring over the speakers and General Manager Madison Lee standing in the center of the ring with a microphone in her hand. JH: Another interesting... or bizarre is perhaps a more fitting term, turn of events for Kailey. But we're now being joined for the second time tonight by the General Manager of Tuesday Night Throwdown. It looks like it’s time for Ragin’ to name his representative for next week’s main-event. TM: He didn’t find anyone. He has no friends here on TNT! He’s alienated himself from everyone. Nobody backstage likes him. JH: I think that may have to do with his extreme distaste for Tuesday Night Throwdown. TM: Well, I’m sure he isn’t enjoying it now. The music fades from the airways as Madison brings the microphone to her lips, the crowd quieting down in anticipation of the GM’s announcement. We all know they just want to see if Ragin’ actually found a rep. Madison: Well, it’s just about that time for TNT to say goodnight. But first, I’d like you all to welcome, one more time, 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. Madison: Well, Ragin’. You’ve had all night to find a suitable representative for yourself. Have you found someone or will we be seeing the in-ring debut of Smarty Smark? Because I assure you, while I’d have fun watching his fat ass getting kicked around by Kennedy, I’d prefer to see you have a sporting chance next week. Ragin' stands before Madison, shifting from one foot to another, Natalya glances over at him with a look of concern. He raises the microphone slightly but pauses and looks around the arena. Is he trying to buy some time? The seconds tick by and all that occurs is the impatient tapping of one of Madison's feet. Ragin': "You know what superstar? It turns out I do have someone to represent me. Oh yeah, that's right. Someone who's win-loss record on this brand is second to none. Of all the candidates I reviewed there was only one person I could really have represent me..." Ragin' glances over at Natalya, pausing again. The cracks in the facade are visible for all to see but the Master of the Rage still attempts to put his own brand of spin on it. Madison raises her eyebrows expectantly. Ragin': The person who will represent me is.. none other than... Madison Lee.." Madison's mouth drops open, and she turns to Ragin' with a 'oh no you didn't' look on her face. He gives her a humourless smile. Ragin': "I figured if I'm going to lose this thing then I may as well get something out of it, you dig?" JH: Well that’s an interesting twist to throw into the mix. TM: Madison Lee?! The General Manager of Tuesday Night Throwdown represent this… Slam reject?! Madison shakes her head, a look of worry and concern having come over her as her mind races to figure out how she’s going to avoid this bullet. Ragin’ mockingly shaking his head “no” as he asks Madison if he’s rejecting his choice. Madison: No. Sorry, Ragin’. I specifically stated that anyone you picked had to agree to represent you and I’m sorry to say that… nope! I don’t agree to represent you. The very fact that you come out here and try to put me in that spot is laughable. If you really want someone with an unblemished win-loss record, you should be looking at the Walking Infection over there. Natalya’s mouth drops in obvious offense to Madison’s choice of description for her. The crowd seems to enjoy despite the fact (or maybe because of the fact) that Natalya doesn’t. Madison: I believe Natalya’s the only undefeated member of the Tuesday Night Throwdown roster. So that gives me an idea. If you want to try and play games with me, I’ll throw the ball back in your court. Next week it’s going to be Natalya versus Kennedy in our main-event! All eyes turn to Natalya who swallows hard, even now there is evident fear in her eyes. She may have once fluked a victory but things don't look so rosy now. Kennedy is a different kettle of fish. Ragin’ drapes a comforting arm over Natalya’s shoulder but she shrugs him off. He frowns awkwardly, with Madison unable to not enjoy the discomfort of the two Russians who tried to screw her over, the cheek of it all. JH: Kennedy and Natalya going one-on-one next week? TM: Poor Natalya… wait a minute! Can we make this a Bra and Panties match?! JH: *sighs and rolls eyes* Madison grins happily in the ring, not sure which she’s enjoying more: Natalya’s fear or the dissension between the two Russians. But suddenly, 'Defy You' by the Offspring hits and the fans go nuts. Not just a simple pop, but absolutely bananas. Madison's face drops while relief spreads over the face of Ragin'. Out steps Kailey Lane in true fairytales fashion. Except in fairytales, rarely does the heroine save a bad guy. That's life for you, kids. She dangles a mic from her hand as she marches down into the ring. She glares over at Natalya, most likely wondering if she wants to stop the chance to see Natalya thrust back into the ring. Kailey: Of course you know Grigoriy was kidding earlier, right Maddy? He’s already chosen his representative, and while usually I wouldn't be so keen to put myself in jeopardy for him… let's just say I feel like making an exception this time. So yeah, Ragin's representative is... ME! I accept. Madison eyes the determination on Kailey Lane’s face, accompanied by the apparent relief that has overcome Ragin’s worried face. Madison: Well, okay then. There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Next week, in this very ring, we will see Kailey Lane going one-on-one with Kennedy! The crowd goes crazy at the thought of seeing FIW’s two top females going head to head in the ring, while Kailey nods her head with a look of satisfaction. JH: Finally! Kailey Lane will have the opportunity to get her hands on the woman that screwed her out of the Dual Crown Championship at Anarchy In The UK! TM: Yeah, but… she’s helping Ragin’ in the process! Has she gone crazy? She’s really going to work with this man? 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 Swytch and Kennedy emerge through the smoke to the opening tune of Rob Zombie’s “Return of the Phantom Stranger”. Kennedy: No, no, no! Hold it right there. As the music fades, Kennedy and Swytch stop in the center of the stage. Kennedy obviously has a microphone in her hand and a look of aggravation on her face while Swytch wears a wickedly delighted grin on his face, staring down the participants in the ring. JH: What is this? Ragin’ made his pick, Kailey agreed! Kennedy brings the microphone back up to her lips, shaking her head lightly before giving her reason for the timely interruption. Kennedy: I really hate to interrupt your moment here, Ragin’… yours too Kailey. But, um… you versus me next week? Well, it ain’t gonna happen! The crowd erupt with boos for Swytch’s pupil while Kailey shakes her head and yells some words in the direction of her former friend, pointing between herself and Kennedy. Kennedy just laughs, shaking her head even more while Swytch continues to gleefully watch the situation unfold. JH: Newsflash! It is gonna happen! Madison’s made the match. You both agreed to it! TM: Give her a minute to speak, Jonathan! She may have information that you’ve overlooked. It wouldn’t be the first time. Kennedy: You know, I really appreciate the way you’ve stepped up to bat for Ragin’, Kailey. I think it’s very commendable of you. It’s always nice to see two former enemies… come together… Kennedy grins as she says that, laying her head back against Swytch’s shoulder to even more discontentment from the Cleveland fans in attendance. Kailey’s lips curl in repulse at the scene before her, calling Kennedy to come down to the ring right now. She doesn’t have to wait until next week, ya know. There’s no contract keeping them apart. Kennedy: For a common cause, I mean! You and Ragin’ are putting your differences aside for the common cause of opposing us. Swytch and I put our differences aside to show the world why we’re superior to people like you. But I’m getting off the topic now, aren’t I? So let’s get back on track. I won’t be wrestling you next week because… I never agreed to be Swytch’s representative for next week. The crowd murmur with confusion as Kennedy steps away from Swytch, her eyes moving up to meet with his as she steps back away from him. Madison, Kailey, and Ragin’ watch with the same curiosity as the live fans. JH: What? TM: She led him on all night thinking she’d do it! Kennedy: I never told Madison that I would compete on Swytch’s behalf next week in this match. And I won’t be competing on his behalf next week. Kennedy gives Swytch an apologetic frown, the grin fading off the lips of the Dual Crown Champion at the same time. JH: What the hell is Kennedy doing here? TM: Wait a minute. You’re pissed because she’s with him and now you’re pissed because she’s defying him? JH: It just doesn’t make any sense! TM: It makes plenty of sense to me. The student is schooling the teacher! Madison: Wait a minute! If you’re refusing to represent Swytch next week then… then unless Swytch has a back-up plan, it looks like next week is going to be Kailey Lane versus Smarty Smark! Is that what you want to happen, Kennedy? Kennedy: No. No, not at all, Madison. And Swytch doesn’t have a back-up plan. Right, Swytch? You tell them. Kennedy extends the microphone towards Swytch. Swytch takes the microphone and holds it up to his lips. Swytch: I said I would pick the person who made me the man I am today. Kennedy's only responsible for bringing me back, not for creating the monster you see. That credit belongs to another. Part of a past I've learned to make peace with. Part of a past where much blood and sweat was shed. He lowers the microphone a tick, his blackened lips curving ever so slowly into a wicked little grin. His face dies as the lights fall into blackness. Cameras flash, almost as though trying to illuminate the building again, but no light bleeds through. JH: Great, NOW what’s going on!? A child’s voice suddenly eats through the loudspeakers, surrounded by radio static. [align=center]On November seventh, two thousand and four… God died. He fell to the hands of the one he gifted with wickedness. He fell screaming and wreathed in flame. His essence lied dormant within but a shell of flesh. And God slept, awaiting the day he would revive And unleash his fury once more upon man.[/align] JH: What in the bloody ninth layer of hell IS this!? [align=center]God was re-conceived in August of two-thousand five. The spiritual seed of a voodoo queen returned a sliver of power to God. He fed on this power, and the God-fetus grew stronger. The gestation has come to an end. The phantom pregnancy is over. God is reborn.[/align] It’s now we suddenly hear a very faint chant riding in under the voice of the child. It’s indistinguishable… but sounds like a thousand voices… [align=center]The God of Violence has come back for his son. He has returned to finish that which was left alone. The God Tier has returned to us.[/align] Suddenly the voices chanting become painfully clear… [align=center]Blood! Sweat! Tier! Blood! Sweat! Tier! Blood! Sweat! Tier! Blood! Sweat! Tier! BLOOD! SWEAT! TIER! BLOOD! SWEAT! TIER! BLOOD! SWEAT! TIER! BLOOD! SWEAT! TIER! VIOLENCE BREEDS VIOLENCE![/align] The words SCREAMED in the voice of the hardcore legend RIP through the sound system and melt into rock guitars that blast the opening chords of Rob Zombie's Lords of Salem. Screams of suffering, hunger, and need rise as Zombie begins his lyrics. [align=center]I speak the truth, I dare not tell a lie One child is in fits... the other child dies Now the yellow bird sits upon her finger The yellow bird... a spectre lost to linger[/align] Flames suddenly rise from the stage, seemingly igniting the entire surface in orange warmth. Kennedy and Swytch are even lost to the high fires, their light reflecting off a form slowly lowering itself from the ceiling. Cameras flash and the flames flicker, giving this fiend a face. Skull-like… hollow… with a blood red cross dripping from its forehead. Tier. [align=center]GOD HATES THE LORDS OF SALEM! (SA-LEM!) NO ONE CAN EVER SAVE THEM! (SA-LEM!) GOD HATES THE LORDS OF SALEM! (SA-LEM!) NO ONE CAN DESTROY THEM![/align] The music softens as Tier touches the stage. A space of seconds passes, and he makes his way though the flames as the music picks back up. Tier extends both hands upward, tilting his head back as Swytch and Kennedy, too, pass unharmed through the flames. The fire dies behind them and the lights rise, revealing the shocked expressions on the faces of Kailey, Ragin’, and Madison. Tier produces a mic from his waistband, and presses it into his lips, shouting into the mic to be heard over the roaring crowd. Tier: This is the day when hope fails you! Your victims have become your oppressors… and the friends and lovers you thought you once knew… have become the bastards you HATE! I awaken your EYES! Your EARS! Your MIINNNDS… to the RISE! OF! GOD! JH: I’m… speechless. TM: I can’t… I can’t believe it’s him! Last time we saw him he was torn apart in the middle of the ring! Tier: GRRIIIIIIGOOOOORRRIIIIYYYYYY… MAAAAAAADISSSSSSOOOOOONNN!!! Tier pauses, nearly eating the microphone. Tier: KAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYLEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYY… … were I full…. WHOLE… TRULY ALIVE… I could KILL YOU ALL where you stand. But I am not now… and I will not be next week. This is good fortune for you all… as I! WILL! FIGHT! FOR! SWYYYYYYYYTCCCCHHHHHHH!!! Tier chokes on the last syllable, coughing violently and hunching over before dropping the mic and falling to his knees. Swytch and Kennedy make no motion to help him as he convulses and spasms, finally THROWING his head and body backward as a GOUT of viscous blood ERUPTS from his throat! The crimson spray hangs overhead before drifting onto the bodies of the three. Tier stares with wide, black, soulless eyes at the ring and his opponents, and his skeletal lips form a psychotic smile. JH: For once, folks… I suggest you don’t turn into TNT next week. TM: You might want to miss it… sweet Christ… ! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Loon 2.5 def. Shannon Micheals via pinfall in 1:57 Extreme Ninja #2 def. the skull cowboy via pinfall after interference from Alex Evans Onikage def. Carl Lucas via submission Tag Team Match Graver & Remy Barteaux def. Rob Storm & Sam Kinloch when Remy pinned Sam Ultimate Endurance Championship No Escape Steel Cage Match Dante Coles def. April Lynn via submission to retain his championship |
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