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Tuesday Night Throwdown; May 23, 2006
Topic Started: May 23 2006, 11:29 PM (135 Views)
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

Grab a brush and put a little makeup
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Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wake Up!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

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

JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to yet another edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown! We're live in the United Center in Chicago, Illinois! I’m Jonathon Hitch and he is-

TM: And I’m the wonderful, the brilliant and all around idol of all men, Thomas Moore.

JH: We are kicking things off with tag team action, Loon and Shannon Micheals verse the representatives of the Funky Bunch, Alex Evans and Extreme Ninja #2.

TM: That’s Mister High Spot and the Crown Jewel of the Funky Bunch to you buck-o.

JH: Yes well I can only hope Loon and Shannon fair well enough to make that fat piggie of a manager cry.

TM: Bite your tongue Jonathon! That is no way to talk about Smarty Smark! Him and his team are going to make short work of these two clowns.


MA: The following match is the scheduled opening contest for this edition of Tursday Night Throwdown and has been assigned a fifth teen minute time limit, the official for this contest is Michaela Menendez.


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

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

Shannon 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.


MA: Introducing one half of team one….He hails from Dallas, Texas and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty five pounds, standing in at five feet and eleven inches…HE! IS! SSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNOOONNNNNNNN MMMMMMMMMMMICHEALS~!


TM: This kid is such a junkie.

JH: What?! Why do you say that, Thomas?

TM: Just look at the idiot, all those tattoos and that red dye job, total junkie, he is probably high off some thing right now.

JH: Well I certainly don’t know about that, but Shannon hasn’t been fairing too well in recent weeks, hopefully he can turn his luck around tonight though.

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. 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.


MA: And introducing his partner…He hails from Milan, Illinois and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ninety five pounds, standing in at six feet exact…HE! IS! LLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN NNNNNUMMMMMMMBERRRRR TWOOOOOOOO POOOOOOINNNNNT FFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIVE~!


JH: Despite some minor set backs Loon has certainly shown a great deal of potential this last month or so.

TM: Speaking of junkies…Hey there’s Loon.

JH: Oh stop it, neither Loon nor Shannon are junkies.

TM: Right, so that’s why Shannon’s eyes are blood shot and Loon just asked Shannon for some munchies.

The mellow beat of “Drugs” begins to play as the fans in the arena start to jeer and boo wildly, hating what is about to walk through the curtain. Without fail Smarty Smark struts out with PBM right behind him carrying a clipboard. Smarty turns around in mid-strut and points to the curtain and his three clients walk out from the back. Extreme Ninja #2 leading the pack and lifting up his sign at Smarty orders which says “Madison’s Drunk With Power” though it doesn’t look like Ninja’s hand writing. Alex Evans is just a little bit behind Ninja and arrogantly strolls out onto the entrance way. Evans lowers his hands as if he’s going to slap hands with the fans sat near it who are stretching out their hands to touch his hands but quickly pulls them back, getting quite a few threats for doing so. Bringing up the rear is the Canadian Enforcer, Kendra Norton, who’s proudly waving the Canadian flag.

All five members of the managerial firm reach the end of the entrance way, Smarty sits on the middle rope. With Smarty’s assistance Kendra and Ninja enter the ring under the top rope while Alex Evans hops right over it. Kendra walks over to the near left turnbuckle and climbs up it as Alex Evans climbs up the far left turnbuckle and Extreme Ninja #2 climbs up the near right turnbuckle. Spinning around Smarty Smark reaches the center of the ring with a grin on his face as he points to his clients as he spins around. Kendra waving the Canadian flag on top of the turnbuckle and Ninja waves his sign in a lackluster fashion and Alex taunts the fans. All three wrestlers hop off of the turnbuckles and walk towards the center of the ring, huddling around Smarty as they go over last minute strategies.



MA: Introducing the second and opposing team…Their combined weight is three hundred and ninety one pounds, they are accompanied to the ring by the Canadian Enforcer, Kendra Norton and Paper Bag Man and Smarty Smark…Representing the Managerial Firm of Smarty Smark and Smark…THEY! ARE! MMMMMMMMMISSSSSSTERRRRR HIIIIIIIIIIGH SSSSSPOOOOOOT ALEX EVANS! AAAAAAANNNNND! THE CRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOWNNNN JEEEEEEEEEWEEEELLLL OF THE FFFFFFFUNNNNNNNKYYYYYY BUUUUUNNNNNCH EXXXXXXTREMMMMMMME NIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNJAAAAAA NNNNNUMMMMMBERRRRRR TWOOOOOOO~!


TM: Now there is what a real tag team looks like.

JH: Well I never doubted that the Funky Bunch was a more unified and experienced team, just if they could win tonight.

TM: They will, and then Smarty will take us all out to party like he always does, the dancing, the drinks and the shrimp cocktails!

JH: I’m almost tempted to go to see one of these parties, just to see you try to dance.


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


Alex waves Ninja out of the ring, Ninja agrees and exits the ring, standing on the apron as Smarty and Kendra exit the ring and drop down to the ringside area with Paper Bag Man, Shannon just turns around and exits the ring before Loon can discuss any thing with him. Loon charges Alex and almost knocks him right out of his wrestling boots with a intense spear, otherwise known as Within a Mile of Home, Loon scrambles up to his feet as Alex rolls quickly away and towards his corner, rolling right up to his feet, Evans snarls and rushes Loon, trying to catch him off guard. TNT’s resident goof ball races towards Alex as well, however the two miss each other and continue racing, bouncing off of the ropes, Alex and Loon run the opposite pairs of ropes, each time narrowly missing each other, suddenly Alex stops in the middle of the ring in mid-run and waits for Loon to come running across the ring, Mister High Spot greets him with a dropkick somersault, taking both of them down to the canvas. Michaela circles around the two men and nearly jumps back when Alex kips up to his feet right in front of her, nearly ending up nose to nose with the referee, he looks down at Loon and frowns, looking like a bit out of frustration Alex takes a few steps back and kicks the side of Loon’s head with a baseball slide dropkick, he gets up to his feet and smirks at Michaela, blowing her a kiss and then looking at the fans saying “I have talent on load from God” before performing a seemingly perfect standing shooting star press right onto Loon, hooking the leg for a pin fall.

JH: Well despite his show boating Alex might just pick up an early win here!

TM: It’s not show boating when you are some one as talented as him Jonathon.


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JH: I think maybe if Alex stopped bragging and being so arrogant, and spent that time in training he might be as half as good as he claims he is.

TM: Half as good as he claims he is? I think he’s even better than he claims!


[align=center]Tw-No! Broken up![/align]


JH: And Shannon comes in to make the save just in case.

TM: Stupid Junkie, he needs to learn his place.

Shannon glares down at Alex, who quickly gets to his feet and glares right back at Shannon, Michaela tries to get Shannon out of the ring but he doesn’t seem to want to listen, slowly a smirk creeps over Alex’s lips and he points behind Shannon, Shannon shakes his head and says he won’t fall for that, right before Extreme Ninja #2’s foot collides with the back of his skull in a yakuza kick, Alex shrugs his shoulders and mouths the words “Oh well”. Ninja carefully pushes Shannon out onto the apron and then proceeds to exit the ring too, all this has given though Loon time to regroup, and he quickly snatches a handful of Alex’s tights from behind, Evans’ expression changing to shock as he finds himself being rolled up. All of the fans in the arena cheer wildly as Loon tightly rolls Alex Evans up into a school boy and Michaela drops down to start the count for the pin fall.

TM: Crap! Kick out Alex!

JH: That’s what you get when you take your eyes off the ball!


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TM: Oh stop with the cliché sayings already.

JH: I’ll stop when you stop drooling over every woman that steps onto this show.


[align=center]TW-NO! KICK OUT![/align]


TM: Oh thank goodness, thought that might have been it for a second.

JH: And judging by the vein popping out of Smarty’s head I think he did too.

In the blink of an eye Alex is back up to his feet and so is Loon, they slowly back away from one another and tag in their respected tag partners, however as soon as Loon tags out Kendra yanks him right out of the ring, under the bottom rope. Michaela is too busy dealing with the fact Alex isn’t leaving the ring after tagging out, Shannon hurries over towards both Ninja and Alex, only to be met with a double flapjack from the duo, Shannon scrambles up to his feet in a daze and is met with a picture perfect double superkick from Alex and Ninja for his trouble. From the affects of the combo Shannon stumbles about until both members of the opposing team wrap their arms around his arm they are closest to and the front of his neck, in a sambo suplex fashion, Ninja and Evans race into their team’s corner, scaling right up the turnbuckle with Shannon in their arms, kicking right off the top of the turnbuckle and flipping in mid-air, connecting with the Money in the Bank. Mean while at ringside Kendra restrains Loon as Smarty strolls over to him, smirking rather smugly Smarty shakes his plump index finger at Loon before he slaps the taste right out of the smaller man’s mouth, Smarty Smark looks over his shoulder and says to PBM “Powder my pimp hand”, laying his palm flat in front of PBM, Paper Bag Man shakes his head and pulls out a bottle of baby powder, spraying the powder onto Smarty’s hand, as this is going on Loon leans his head forward and head butts Kendra, the move stuns her long enough that Loon manages to get free of her and throw her right into the guard rail. Almost all the fans, except those dressed as Extreme Ninja, cheer on as Smarty Smark smugly turns back around to find Loon staring right at him, Smarty’s smug expression changes almost instantly to fear, but before Smarty can even do any thing Loon unloads on the overweight manager, pummeling him with several pimp slaps of his very own.

JH: Ninja and Alex may be dominating in the ring but Loon just slapped the taste out of Smarty’s mouth!

TM: Hey! No one touches Smarty Smark damn it! And let alone with a pimp slap, Smarty ain’t no bitch! He’s a playa!

JH: Well that is highly debatable.

TM: Don’t you start too, don’t make Thomas Moore have to choke a English bitch.

Extreme Ninja #2 gets to his feet and Alex isn’t far behind him, Evans smirks and holds up his hand, Ninja high fives him, Alex points with his thumb to the turnbuckle and says some thing to Ninja, EN #2 nods his head and exits the ring, starting his climb up the turnbuckle. Arrogantly Alex Evans marches over towards Shannon’s fallen body, picking up his old rival he throws Shannon’s head right between his legs in a standing head scissors, he wraps his arms around Shannon’s waist and lifts him up, looking ready to hit him with a powerbomb. Michaela starts her count for Ninja being on top of the turnbuckle, luckily for her he doesn’t stay on it for long, Extreme Ninja #2 leaps through the air, wrapping his legs around Shannon’s neck as he soars, and throws his opponent right off of Alex’s shoulders with a reverse hurricanrana, this combo better known as Final Violent Fantasy. Ninja dives over to Shannon, quickly rolling him over and making the pin fall cover, hooking the leg, Michaela drops down to one knee, Loon notices the cover being made and slides into the ring only for Alex to charge right at him, Loon ducks and sends Alex flying over the ropes, Evans amazingly lands on his feet on the apron, he snatches Loon’s neck from behind and drops off of the apron, jarring Loon’s neck and sending the loveable goof into spasms.

TM: Yes! Final Violent Fantasy! It’s all over bab-ah!

JH: I may not care for Smarty or Alex, but I must say, that combo is quite impressive.


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TM: Alex also taught Loon why it’s never a good idea to treat Smarty Smark that way!

JH: It’s not over yet, Loon could still save the pin fall.


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TM: What are you, mad? Loon is looking like a retard on the canvas, he isn’t saving any one.

JH: Stranger things have happened in FIW.


[align=center]3~!

DING DING DING~!
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TM: Ah ha! Booze and shrimp cocktails for Moore tonight!

JH: Well Loon and Shannon put up a good fight, it just wasn’t their night tonight.


MA: Here are your winners by pin fall…EXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRREMMMMMMMMME NNNNNNNNNIIIIINNNNNNJAAAAAAA NNNNNUMMMMMBERRRR TWOOOOO AND ALLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEXXXXXX EEEEEEEEEEVAAAAAAANNNNNNNNSSSSS… THE FFFFFFFFFFUUUUNNNNNNKYYYYYYYY BUNNNNNNNCH~!!!

As “Drugs” starts playing over the P.A. system Alex Evans hurries over and checks on Smarty Smark along side Paper Bag Man. Extreme Ninja #2 sits up and Michaela lifts up his arm in victory, quickly Ninja rolls out of the ring, snatching his sign along with him, he walks over to where the others are and checks on Smarty too. Slowly all four of them start to make their way to the back, Kendra starts to stir and hurries after the rest of her team mates.

Immediately following the tag team match the camera cuts backstage, it seems we are near the gorilla position, Smarty Smark being helped along by Extreme Ninja #2 and Paper Bag Man, with Alex Evans beside them. Kendra Norton is trailing behind the lot of them, still in pain from being thrown into the guard rail.

Kendra: Is Smarty alright?

Suddenly all of them stop and it becomes clear why, Smarty is forcing PBM and Ninja off of him, he quickly turns around. Limping towards Kendra we now see an ample red mark on Smarty’s cheek from the slap, sweat dripping from him and fury burning in his eyes.

Smarty Smark: Alright? Alright?! Al-fucking-right?!?! I just got my fillings flapped out of my mouth by some punk kid who belongs in some stupid skater contest than in a wrestling ring. And do you know wwwwwwwhhhhhhhyyyyyy Kendra? Do you?

Kendra: Uh…well…I

Smarty Smark: I’ll tell you why, because of YOU, Kendra! I brought you into the Funky Bunch as the enforcer, but what good is an enforcer if she can’t even handle an idiot like him?! What good is an enforcer if she can’t protect me?! And what good is a client that at every turn fails to capture gold?! I’ll tell you what good you are, none! You better impress me tonight and you better bring that title belt to the Funky Bunch or you may just be out of a fucking job!

Kendra looks around at her fellow Funky Bunch members, Smarty seething with hate, Ninja looking away and PBM looking downward, Alex looking at her with disappointment.

Smarty Smark: If you need it any simpler, get the job done tonight or you’ll be not just gone from the Funky Bunch, but FIW!

Toby: Smarty! Smarty!

Smarty Smark’s attention is turned from Kendra to the TNT interviewer racing towards them, Toby smiles happily at the manager and pushes his micro phone towards him.

Toby: Can I get a comment on what Loon just did to you out there?

Smarty Smark: You want a comment on what Loon did to me?

Toby nods happily and continues to smile at Smarty Smark.

Toby: Yup!

A low angry growl escapes Smarty Smark’s lips, however he runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back into a much neater way than it had become, and seems to become a bit calmer.

Smarty Smark: The Funky Bunch will issue a statement concerning the Loon incident before this night is over, come to our locker room later.

Toby blankly stares at Smarty, slowly Smarty’s expression turns to the seething anger as he glares at Toby.

Smarty Smark: Get out of here god damn it!

Toby eeps and quickly runs away from the scene, the camera zooms in on the glaring Smarty before cutting else where.

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

Mark: Come on! Lets follow her!

We fade in to see Mark waking a few steps a head of the camera and quite a bit in front of him is Sam who’s walking, fast, but still walking. She pokes her head through the door adjoining the parking garage with the arena, she looks both ways then steps in side, this pause gave Mark and his camera monkey enough time to catch up to her.

Mark: Sam Kinloch!

Sam turns her head to look behind her at the sight of Mark smiling, microphone out ready for her to say something.

Sam: Go away, I don’t have time for you right now.

She turns her head back and keeps walking, still moving faster than someone with short legs normally moves.

Mark: I just have a few questions for you!

Sam: Well, I don’t have time for you!

She stops again, for just a second to look down the another hall before actually moving into it.

Mark: I know you’re hiding from Tier!

Sam keeps walking, not even bothering to move her head back this time.

Sam: I’m not hiding just trying to avoid confrontation and I think everyone knows that!

Mark starts to move a bit faster, not wanting Sam to get wherever she’s going before he can ask a real great question, you know, one that Toby will wish he’d have asked.

Mark: You were the last person really close with Tier. Do you have any advice for Kailey since she cant just run from him like you’re doing?

That one seemed to have pisses her off because she stops and spins around, Mark must not have been watching too close because he nearly walked right into her.

Sam: I was NOT close with Tier. This man, the one walking around here is NOT the person I was in love with! They’re TWO separate beings! I know NOTHING of this one other than he says I was part of what ‘brought him back’. I don’t know about you, but seeing your ex lover walking around vomiting blood and acting like the devil incarnate is not exactly comforting!

Sam takes a breath and Mark opens his mouth to speak but gets nothing out.

Sam: NOW if you’ll excuse me I’ve got shit to do that’s far more important than answering any questions you may have!

With that Sam storms down the hall, not walking real fast anymore, just walking pissed. Mark shrugs and walks off camera. We stay on the moving figure of Sam for a few seconds more when a door opens up, one not far from where Sam was just standing yelling at Mark. On the other side of this door is Tier, who takes a step out and watches Sam as she storms off.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following ladies contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FIW Cruiserweight Championship!

[align=center]The Loud, Rockalicious chords of Motley Crue's "Looks That Kill" jolt over the PA, to which the crowd responds with a chorus of boos. As Mick Mars wails away on the guitar, Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man make it to the stage, generating as much heat as a South American stove. But the crowds jeers and displeasure intensifies as Kendra Norton makes her way out.

NOW LISTEN UP
SHE'S RAZOR SHARP


With the Canadian flag hung over her shoulder and sunglasses gleaming from the lights, Kendra looks out into the crowd apathetically. Smarty gladly yells over to Kendra and begins to applauds while Paper Bag Man gives a hearty Thumbs-Up. Kendra nods in appreciation and begins to make her way to the ring.

IF SHE DON'T GET HER WAY
SHE'LL SLICE YOU APART


Kendra begins to make her way to down the aisleway to much banter and depreciation from the TNT faithful. But Kendra remains cold, indifferent to the fans while Smarty Smark looks down on the fans and yells 4 letter words you shouldn't say on TV. Bag Man grabs ahold of Smarty's elbow, trying to get him to be polite. Soon, they make it to the ropes and Smarty barks out orders to Paper Bag Man, prompting PBM to open up the ropes for Kendra. She pats Paper Bag Man's shoulder and climbs over the 2nd rope and into the ring.

SHE'S GOT
LOOKS THAT KILL
SHE'S GOT
LOOKS THAT KILL


Kendra faces the public, then proudly waves the Canadian flag to which the crowd boos heavily and scoffs. At ringside, Smarty Smark lets the crowd know they're "Number One." After a few sways and waves of the red and white, she leans over the ropes and hands the flag to Smarty Smark. "Looks That Kill" slowly fades out as Kendra removes her sunglasses, which she places in her jacket pocket, then removes her jacket. She leans over and hands the jacket to Paper Bag Man, then begins to loosen up; shadowboxing in her corner to much encouragement from Smarty.[/align]

MA: In the ring, being accompanied by Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man, she hails from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada… KENDRA NOOORRRTTOONNN!!

JH: How fair is this? Kendra’s got Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man in her corner for this? Not to mention the fact that April isn’t 100%!

TM: April has the option to bring Remy and Carl out here if she wanted. And when you’re a champion, you have to always be ready to defend it. You can’t take a week off just because you got your ass kicked the week before.

JH: Or because your boss locks you in a cage with her frustrated boy toy.

TM: Dante is not frustrated! Are you trying to say Madison is inept?

JH: Actually… no, that’s a discussion for another time.

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

MA: Making her way to the ring from Aurora, Ohio, she is the FIW Cruiserweight Champion… APRIL LLLYYYNNN!!

JH: And here comes the champion. She didn’t have a whole lot to say this week, but who could blame her?

TM: I blame her!

JH: After going through that cage match with Dante, her back has to be so sore. I don’t know if stepping in the ring with the Canadian Enforcer is the best thing for her tonight. But she doesn’t have a choice.

She glances back at the crowd before climbing in under the middle rope… and getting nailed with a haymaker by Kendra! The bell sounds, signaling the start of the match as Kendra continues to strike away with the haymakers until she drops April to the canvas! Kendra grabs April’s duster and rips it off her back before wrapping it around the champion’s throat!

JH: Kendra starting off the match before April is barely in the ring. And now she’s choking her!

TM: Man, Kendra looks fired up tonight!

JH: Her mind is obviously set on leaving her tonight as the Cruiserweight Champion. But if she doesn’t stop choking the champion, she’s gonna get disqualified!

As Richard Kelly nears his five count, Kendra releases the choke, shooting him a glare before tossing the duster aside. She grabs April up and throws her off the ropes. April rebounds and goes sailing through the air with a back body drop! April’s back crashes into the canvas and she immediately arches it, writhing on the mat.

JH: That can not be good on the already injured back of April Lynn.

TM: She should’ve kept that ice on for at least fifteen minutes.

JH: I doubt it would’ve made much of a difference after Dante kept her locked in the Dante’s Inferno last week after their match.

TM: Oh, stop pouting about that already. It’s over. Let’s focus on this week. This match. Kendra’s in charge now.

Kendra leaps up into the air, DROPPING A LEG ACROSS THE THROAT OF APRIL! She floats over, hooking April’s far leg and driving her forearm into the champ’s face!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


April kicks out!
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She instinctively rolls to her stomach on the kick out but that doesn’t save her from Kendra grabbing two handfuls of hair and dragging her up to her feet. April shoves Kendra’s arms away, blasting her in the face with a hard elbow strike! Kendra finds her backed up into the ropes after shot after shot after shot from April! April grabs Kendra’s wrist and shoots her off the ropes. No, Kendra counters the whip. She lowers her head again and April sails over with her a sunset flip into a pin!

JH: Pinfall attempt by the champion!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!
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Kendra pushes herself forward, holding April’s legs and reversing the pinning predicament!

JH: A pinning counter by Kendra!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!
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April rolls them over, getting Kendra back into the original pinning predicament!

JH: Now April reverses!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


Kendra kicks out!
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JH: Some fast pinning counters there by both Kendra and April, showing off their technical sides.

TM: April only wishes she was half as technical as Kendra.

No sooner than April gets to her feet, Kendra LEVELS WITH HER A STIFF FOREARM! Kendra flips her over onto her stomach and drops a knee right into April’s back! She gets back to her feet, nodding out to the shouting commands of Smarty Smark, before dropping a second knee across the hurt back of the champion! Kendra flips her onto her back and makes the cover once again!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


Another kick-out by April!
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JH: Kendra is really pressing the advantage here in this match. She’s got April down and she just keeps going for the covers.

TM: Kendra’s smart. She knows the energy it requires for April to kick out and more importantly, how it tweaks that injured back every time.

JH: You know how much I hate to agree with you, but you’re right.

TM: Naturally.

April tries to get back to her feet but gets blasted in the face with another haymaker from Kendra that puts her down. Kendra wastes little time in tying up April’s legs and locking her in a Deathlock STF! April immediately springs to life, clawing at the mat as Kendra cinches in the STF.

JH: Here it is. This could do it. Kendra’s Norton Stretch! She’s put some people out with maneuver here. And we already mentioned April’s injured back.

TM: Neeewwww Cruiserweight Champion! Can you feel it?

Thomas’ll have to feel it another time as April lunges forward, wrapping her arm around the bottom rope! Kendra refuses to break the hold, however, even after being warned by Richard Kelly. He starts his count as Smarty Smark continues to yell his instructions at her!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!


Kendra releases the hold, her hands in the air as if she were just an innocent bystander to the rule-bending. Smarty yells something else and Kendra goes back to work. She places a knee into the back of April and pulls back on the woman’s blonde locks!

JH: What the hell is she doing? April is still in the ropes! And she’s pulling the hair!

TM: What? April can take haymakers but she can’t take a little sissy hair pulling?

Richard Kelly yells at Kendra, starting his count again but Kendra releases the hold before Kelly can even really get started. He points a finger in Kendra’s face and issues her another warning that falls on deaf ears. She grabs April up and GETS DROPPED WITH A JAWBREAKER BY THE CHAMPION!

JH: A nice jawbreaker there by April. Kendra’s momentary distract may have worked in April’s favor.

April follows up by laying into Kendra with more elbow strikes, throwing in a chop or two across the Canadian’s chest! She aggressively drags Kendra into a front facelock and DROPS HER WITH A DDT-- NO! Kendra fights out of it, dragging April into a headlock and DROPS HER BACK-FIRST ACROSS HER KNEE!

JH: Right back to April’s back goes Kendra. I’ll tell you, despite her allegiances, Kendra knows how to get it done in that ring.

TM: I’ve been saying that forever.

JH: She just needs to focus more on getting it done, and less on Smarty Smark.

April fights back to her feet, arching her back as she winces from the pain shooting through it. Kendra grabs her by the hair and locks her up, lifting her off the ground and DROPPING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BACK SUPLEX-- NO! April flips out and lands on her feet behind Kendra! She grabs the challenger in a headlock and springboards off the ropes, PLANTING KENDRA FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BULLDOG!!

JH: AURORA BOREALIS!! This could do it!

April wastes zero time in going onto the cover, hooking up Kendra’s far leg and grapevining the near one.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!



NOOOO!! Kendra kicks out!
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April grits her teeth in frustration as she climbs back to her feet. Kendra is a split second behind her. April swings wildly with a clothesline that Kendra is able to duck! April spins around, takes a boot to the midsection AND GETS THROW ACROSS THE RING WITH A WRIST CLUTCH EXPLODER SUPLEX!

TM: EXPLODER SUPLEX ‘NINTEY-EIGHT!!!! A.K.A. The End!

Kendra drags April back into the center of the ring, and moves into a lateral press.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!



NOOO! April just manages to kick out!
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Smarty stares wide-eyed in the ring as Richard Kelly assures Kendra it was only a two count. Smarty slaps the mat and holds up three stubby fingers but RK pays him no attention whatsoever. Kendra sighs and drags April back up to her feet. She whips her hard into the turnbuckle and RUSHES INTO A RAISED BOOT FROM THE CHAMPION! April sprints out of the corner and PLANTS KENDRA WITH A RUNNING BULLDOG!!

JH: A big-time bulldog from April!

TM: How did she manage to do that? Kendra has been whipping her butt!

JH: Cover by the champion!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!



APRIL WINS IT!!!!
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JH: She did it! April retained her championship against Kendra Norton!

TM: How the hell did she pull that out?!

JH: Kendra’s claims have been proven false here tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Even with her injured back, April was able to defeat Kendra Norton and retain her Cruiserweight Championship!

TM: You’re right. You can’t argue that April proved Kendra wrong here tonight.

April gets back to her feet, hand on her back and a grimace on her face as “Don’tcha” reprises over the speakers. RK hands her the Cruiserweight Champion, which she clutches to her chest as RK raises her arm in victory. April exits the ring as Smarty climbs in and tries to yell at Kendra for the loss.

JH: April is still the champion and Smarty wants to know what the heck happened.

TM: Well… you can’t win ‘em all. What does Smarty expect?

Kendra bounds to her feet, holding the side of her face as she angrily pushes past Smarty and exits the ring. Smarty and PBM chase after her, continuing to yell and scream at her for losing the match. She shoves Smarty and yells back at him! She walks off, yelling at the camera to get out of her face as she pushes through the curtain.

JH: I can’t say I’m surprised by Smarty Smark’s reaction to Kendra’s loss.

TM: Well, when a member of your team isn’t playing to their full caliber, they need to be shoved back in line.

JH: You can catch more bees with honey than vinegar, Thomas.

TM: Yes, but if you rip off their wings they’ll eat whatever you give them.

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

We fade in on Toby Bostock, interviewer of interviewers, standing next to Graver… and a… uh… rather large man with blonde hair and a beard.

TB: Hey folks. I’m here this week with Graver, and uh… well, who IS this, Graver?

Graver: Well, you saw last week, how the encouragement of my family at ringside brought me to find victory in the face of horrible, nasty adversity. The mouthy, uncouth bastard Rob Storm and his witch-bitch partner Sam Kinloch were a tough team to endure, but Remy and I came out on top!

Graver smiles as though the fans should cheer him in here… but they don’t, of course. They’re onto him.

Graver: So I decided to bring some more family into the mix! This is my cousin twice-removed, Ivan. Say “hey”, Ivan.

Ivan: ß íå çíàþ ýòîò ìàëåíüêèé ÷åëîâåê ãîâîðèò. Âû ãîâîðèòå ìîé ÿçûê?

TB: Uh… hi!

Ivan: Çàêëÿòüÿ.

TB: … he doesn’t seem to speak any English. Is he really your cousin?

Graver: Of course! He knows all about me! Check this out, hey Ivan! Do you remember that time we went to the movies, and I shot that popcorn out of my nose and hit that bald guy in the back of the head, and it stuck there, and he NEVER EVEN NOTICED!?

Ivan: Âàø ÿçûê ñâåðõñ÷åòí. ß íå çíàþ íè÷åãî ãîâîðèòå.

Graver smiles and spreads his hands.

Graver: There ya go.

TB: … right. So, what’d you call me out here for, to tell me you found a Russian guy?

Graver: Hell no! I’m laying down a challenge. Rob Storm, you’ve been sullying my FAMILY’s title for far too long! Next week! I challenge you to a one-on-one match for the Fighting Spirit Championship! And as always, my family will be in my corner!

TB: Quite the challenge, Graver… but why not save the challenge for the upcoming pay-per-view, Summer of Sin?

Graver: Simple. I wanna defend my title against someone worthy at the pay-per-view, not that idiot Rob Storm. Now get outta here, Ivan and I need to discuss strategy!

Toby shrugs and shakes his head and begins walking away. Ivan looks at him with wide eyes and calls after.

Ivan: Ïîøëèòå ïîìîùü! ß îïàñàþñü äëÿ ìîåãî ðàçóìà!

But of course, we don’t know what the fuck he’s saying, so we fade away.

JH: Next up is a non-title match up with Rob Storm facing Sam Kinloch.

TM: Sam looks ready to turn him into a frog or something.

JH: Huh?

TM: You know, that crazy voodoo that you do…err, she do.

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

[align=center]We all pray for 20 innocents
We all bow down - 20 innocents
We all hang high - 20 innocents
We all accused 20 innocents
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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.

MA: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND HAS A THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT. FIRST, HAILING FROM OAKDALE, LOUISIANA WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN POUNDS AND STANDING AT FIVE FOOT FOUR INCHES… SAM KINLOCH!!!

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

TM: Sam looking ready to kick some ass, or turn him into something..

JH: Yes, you said that earlier.

TM: Oh, well, don’t look at me, I just say what the writer tells me to.

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. He pumps his fist, pointing to the fans and applauding them.

MA: AND THE CURRENT FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION! HAILING FROM VALRICO, FLORIDA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TEN POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FOOT ONE INCHES… ROB STORM!!!

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.

JH: Rob looking ready to go.

TM: Pffft, ass licker.

JH: You say that a lot. It’s pretty gross you know.

TM: Yeah I know, Elrick’s got a thing for saying that. I dunno why.

Sam and Rob both stand in their respective corner, Logan Black looks to the time table and calls for the bell, it sounds and the match begins. Rob and Sam begin circling the ring, looking at one and another, waiting for the first attack, but not getting it until they meet for the tie up. Rob turning it into a hammerlock, but Sam lowers and ducks under converting it into a hammerlock of her own, but Rob doesn’t let her wrench away, he grabs her by the head, snapmaring her over, quickly going for a leg drop after, but Sam rolls over, going for a kick to Rob’s head, but he rolls back avoiding and we have a stand off, Sam looking quite annoyed, Rob looking quite confident in the match

TM: Sam giving him some chance, you know she doesn’t want to though.

JH: Rob is just as good as her.

TM: Pffft.

Rob and Sam then look to each other again, circling the ring, this time going for a tie-up but Sam slams a knee into Rob’s gut, causing him to reel back as she rams another kick into his gut. Sam then goes for an Irish whip, but Rob reverse’s throwing her to the ropes. But she hangs on using his momentum pulling him toward her with a boot to the gut. She then runs to the ropes coming back and taking him over with a headscissor, he lands on his back as Sam lands on her gut, but she gets up, making sure Rob stays down.

JH: Headscissor Takedown.

TM: Nice, I guess, unless she used some kind of…

JH: She isn’t a witch 24/7, you need to…

TM: Kick your ass if you say another word? Sounds fine to me.

Sam then moves to him, but he kicks her in the gut, he’s standing and driving some forearms into her cheek, before whipping her into the ropes and elbowing her in the face on the return. Rob then throes his hands in the air, trying to get some hype off the fans as he picks her up again, lifting and scoop slamming her into the canvas, he then runs to the ropes, comeback and leaping and dropping on her with a senton splash.

JH: Rob getting some advantage there.

TM: Yeah, that was gentleman like.

JH: He can’t be nice 24/7...

TM: He’s a faker, has-been should just retire.

Rob stands, bringing Sam to her feet, he whips her to the corner which she lands in, resting as Rob moves to the corner diagonal from her. He then runs toward her, but Sam shifts her body weight and leans her feet up booting Rob in the face sending him reeling backwards as Sam then comes out the corner and hits him over with a hurricanrana, taking him sliding out to the mats outside. Sam then moves to the ropes, looking down over toward Rob who stands and turns to be landed on by Sam who senton’s over, both crashing to the mats.

JH: Sam going high flying there, well done too.

TM: Meh.

JH: She can jump ropes without witch powers you know.

Sam stands up, she pulls herself up and rolls in the ring, break Logan’s count before he starts counting, standing up and catching her breath as Rob stirs on the mats. Rob then comes to climb in, but Sam runs and goes for a dropkick, bit Rob move and rolls in the ring, Sam goes to follow but gets her head driven into the canvas with a leg drop. Rob then rolls her in more, going for a cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TW …SHOULDER UP!
[/align]

TM: Sneaky bastard…

JH: What? He can use his intelligence to win, it’s not a crime.

TM: Pffft, has-been’s cheating.

JH: How so?

TM: I said so, that’s how so.

…Rob doesn’t look too fussed as he gets off Sam, he then looks up and nods, moving to the top rope, which he climbs and then awaits looking for Sam to climb to her feet. Sam slowly does, holding the back off her neck, turning and JUST in time moving to dodge a missile dropkick attempt from the top by Rob, he crashes to the canvas, as Sam then awaits him to stand. He does and Sam grabs him in a arm wrench, climbing the top rope and then walks the ropes…

TM: If she’s not a witch explain that!

JH: Talent?

TM: Pffft, she’s cool but really freaking me out.

JH: Grow up would you man.

…Sam then jumps off DRIVING her knees into Rob’s shoulder, crashing him to the canvas causing him to seem in a lot of pain. Sam climbs to her feet though, bringing Rob up too a she hits him in the shoulder a few times, then takes him to a knee and begins wrenching a arm wrench, really working his arm as she then begins firing some vicious kicks into his arm, each shot seemingly purposely aimed at him in the painful area.

JH: Sam being very vicious…

TM: Hell yeah, Christ it’s not even cool…

JH: Rob needs to get out of her kicks and lay in some offence.

Sam throws a high kick to Rob’s head, but he swats her foot away and lunges forward LEVELING Sam with a clothesline. Storm rolls to his back then nips to his feet, shaking the kinks out of his arm as he circles around Sam. Storm grabs Sam around the head, helping her to her feet then lays a wicked European uppercut into her jaw.

JH: Vicious uppercut shot from the Fighting Spirit Champion.

TM: You don’t see enough of that in today’s matches. Everybody’s all about that crappy flip-floppy stuff.

JH: Well, these two ARE cruiserweights, so it’s not a shock if they go to the top rope.

TM: But why do it? It’s just as effective to punch your opponent in the face.

Storm knocks Sam back with another lightning fast European uppercut. He whips Sam across the ring into the far ropes, she rebounds and baseball slides between Rob’s legs. Sam pops up to her feet behind Storm, then kicks the back of his knee in. Storm drops to his knees and Sam DRIVES her own knee into the back of Storm’s head. With her opponent stunned, she dashes across the ring, springing herself off the ropes BUT STORM JUMPS TO HIS FEET AND WHIPS SAM OVER WITH A POWERSLAM!!

JH: Storm’s going for the cover!



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!!



TH-KICKOUT!!
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TM: Close but no cigar for Mr. E.

JH: Sam’s a fighter. She’s proved that before in a TNT ring, but it’s been a while since she’s faced a talent like Rob Storm here.

Rob gets to his feet and moves around behind the rising Sam. He hooks her arms and starts to roll her over.

JH: He’s setting Sam up for The Ground Fault. If he hits this, the match might just be over.

TM: Thank God. We should get rid of the cruiserweights…except April. Let’s get some hosses in here. You can’t beat a good hoss. There’s nothing like some beefy guys beating each other up.

JH: I’ll just ignore that.

TM: Please do.

Storm gets Sam rolled over, the crowd is on their feet in anticipation and they’re in for a whole heap of disappointment when Sam breaks her arms free. She grabs the back of Storm’s head, driving her own forehead into the back of his. The FSC is staggered from the sudden cranium to cranium closeness. Sam spins around and scurries up the turnbuckles, perching herself on the top turnbuckle.

JH: I was sure Rob Storm had the match won there, but Sam was able to wiggle herself out of danger.

TM: And now she’s on the top rope. Oh joy. Have I mentioned my love for the cruiserweights before? Really, I do love them, when they’re in the back, and not out here.

Rob shakes his head clear and turns around just in time for Sam to launch herself off the turnbuckles and take him down with a dropkick.

JH: Sam just took the champ down with a missile dropkick.

TM: I guess that’s not as bad as one of those crazy 900 degree backwards twisting moonsault thingies.

Storm tumbles into a backward roll and gets back to his feet, but stumbles off balance. Sam is on her feet, rushing in to take advantage of Storm’s staggered state. She grabs his wrist and whips him across the ring, but Storm holds on and reverses the whip. Sam hits the ropes, bouncing off AND DRIVING HER BOOT INTO STORM’S FACE WITH A BICYCLE KICK!!

JH: KARMICK KICK!! Sam took Storm down with the Karmic Kick.

TM: She’s going for the cover.



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!!



THREE!!





KICKOUT!!
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…but it was too late! Logan Black signals for the bell and the end of the match.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall…SAM KIIINNNLLLOOOOOOCCCHHH!!

Logan raises Sam’s hand in victory as “American Witch” plays over the speakers.
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The cameras cut backstage where we find Kailey Lane preparing for her main-event match tonight. Despite the fact she’s fighting for Ragin’s opportunity to name the stipulation for his match against Swytch at Summer of Sin, it’s obvious that isn’t all that is weighing on the lady’s mind tonight. Aside from her own personal problems, one from the past is now rearing its ugly head.

As she does a couple last minute warm-ups and stretches, a shadow looms over her causing her to cease her preparations. She takes a deep breath and glances over her shoulder, coming face to face with… a masked freak!

Kailey spins around and hauls off without hesitation, laying a right hook against the masked face only inches from her! Without getting a chance to utter anything more than a groan from the strike, the mask-wearer falls backwards and crashes to the floor!

Kailey grabs the mask and yanks it off their face as the figure holds their hands up in a defense tactic, cowering fear.

Kailey: Toby?!

Toby: I’m sorry!

Kailey: What the hell do you think you’re doing?

Toby just barely lowers his arms enough to see Kailey staring down at him in a mixture of anger, shock, and disbelief. Her expression eventually softens as she looks down at the trembling interviewer and she offers to help him up. Toby accepts the help, getting back to his feet before rubbing his sore jaw.

Toby: I’m sorry. I was just trying to cheer you up.

Kailey raises the quizzical eyebrow at Toby’s statement. Masks have not been a laughing matter lately so how is wearing a mask and sneaking up on her at a time like this supposed to cheer her up?

Kailey: Who told you that would cheer me up?

Toby opens his mouth to answer her but the giggle that sounds out doesn’t belong to him, despite the fact it sounds feminine. Kailey spins around to find the giggle belongs to her former best friend Kennedy. Kennedy leans her shoulder against the wall as she continues to have a good laugh at Kailey’s expense.

Kennedy: That was great, Kailey. Thank you so much!

Kennedy pushes off the wall and has the gall to give Kailey a round of applause.

Kennedy: As if the look on your face wasn’t funny enough, you clocked him one! Way to stand up for yourself, girl! I didn’t know you had that in you. What with running around like a little whiney baby the past couple of weeks. Maybe I underestimated you.

Kennedy grins from ear to ear as we can almost see the blood boiling under Kailey’s skin, her eyes darkening as they watch Kennedy’s joyous reaction to her personal life in turmoil. Before either Toby or Kennedy can even react, Kailey snaps and LUNGES AT KENNEDY! She tackles her ex-best friend and the two girls find themselves clawing at each other in a good ole fashion catfight! Hair pulling and nails scratching aren’t enough for Kailey and she rears back with a closed fist that gets caught just moments before security drag her off of Kennedy! Two more guards show up to catch Kennedy before she can get to her feet and retaliate!

Kailey: Come on! Right now! RIGHT NOW!

The two guards drag Kailey off the scene in one direction as she continues to kick and scream at Kennedy. The other two guards drag a pissed off Kennedy in the other direction as she mutters under her breath.

Kennedy: Bitch can’t take a joke?

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

After the commercial break the camera fades into a locker room that can only belong to one stable, the Funky Bunch. Smarty Smark sits in front of the camera on a cushioned leather chair, Alex Evans and Extreme Ninja #2 standing on each side of the chair. Evans crosses his arms over his chest looking serious while Ninja clutches at his sign nervously, Smarty’s expression is a serious and sober one.

Smarty Smark: You know what I hate? When people waste my time, because time is and always will be money, people like Kendra Norton. I don’t give a shit if she wastes time on her own time, but when she is on my payroll, is on my time, and wastes it, and then I have a problem. Paper, bring it here.

The manager of the superstars snaps his fingers, Paper Bag Man walks into view carrying a garbage can with a shredder machine attached to the top of it. Smarty Smark pulls out from the side of the seat a piece of paper, it looks very professional and by what can be seen looks like some kind of contract.

Smarty Smark: This was Kendra Norton’s official FIW and Smarty Smark & Smark contract, I say was because I had her kicked out of the building by security, and because what I’m about to do.

Smarty flips the switch and instantly the sound of the shredding machine can be heard starting up, gently Smarty Smark places the contract on the shredding machine, and watches the machine reduce Kendra’s contract to tiny pieces. He looks up at the camera again and stares into it.

Smarty Smark: I don’t wish to own all your bases, dumb bitch.

PBM: Don’t forget the Loon situation sir.

He scoffs slightly at PBM, obviously he hadn’t forgotten, just hadn’t gotten around to mentioning it yet. Smarty leans back in the chair, drumming his fingers against the arms of the chair.

Smarty Smark: Loon, you have made the single largest mistake of your pathetic existence, even beyond crawling out of the horrorcore wrestling scum and trying to come to TNT. You…laid your hand on me, you struck me, me! Smarty Smark! The man that if he wanted could buy each and every one in this arena, probably even the hag! Because don’t kid yourself Loon, I have more money than most idiots like you can even think of.

So you see Loon, your misdeed, your striking me, it won’t go unpunished!

Oh no!


Smarty Smark leans forward, glaring into the camera as he hunches over.

Smarty Smark: I’m declaring war on your noob of an ass! The entire firm of Smarty Smark and Smark as well as the company Smart Co. will have one sole purpose at this very moment, to make you pay, to make you beg, and to torture your every waking moment! And don’t think it won’t just be Mister High Spot or the Crown Jewel of the Funky Bunch, oh no! Think of them as my generals, there are plenty others I can bring to inflict sorrow upon you!

The streets will run red with the blood of a lunatic, of a moronic fool who dared to lay his poor and filthy hands on the rich and clean face of a genius! And when it’s all said and done Loon, I won’t be satisfied until you are left in shambles, in pieces, in a broken shell of your once happy go lucky and dim witted self!


Gently Smarty starts nodding his head, veins appearing in his eyes as his eyes go bloodshot, his pupils trembling behind his lenses in utter rage.

Smarty Smark: You will learn your place in this world, and you will learn that some one like what you are can never or should never touch some one like what I am. Never forget Loon, I will own all your bases when I choose to finally put you out of your misery.

Evans chuckles as Smarty Smark smirks, sitting back in his chair, Extreme Ninja #2 looks downward in a depressed manner.

Alex: You’re going to die…

Smarty and Alex share a laugh with one another, Extreme Ninja #2 letting out a muted sigh as the camera cuts else where.

“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
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He steps forward onto the walkway, his title belt sparkling under the house lights, his eyes focused completely on the ring as 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.

JH: Dante and Carl Lucas set to go one on one here tonight. One of the biggest names in sports entertainment versus one of the biggest individuals to step into that ring.

TM: Size doesn’t matter, Hitchen, remember that.

JH: Whatever helps you sleep at night.

[align=center]Taking long rides in the G4 plane
X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane
Yeah! Got the world saying my name
I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig
X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners
Phantom platinum grill
X be the life of the party, c'mon!
Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody
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As the chorus kicks in the 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.

JH: This is gonna be interesting. Do we really think Remy is going to be able to keep to ringside, with Dante in the ring? After last week’s match with April, I think not.

TM: More to the point, can he keep his hands off poor Logan Black?

JH: Poor Logan Black? Like he didn’t deserve every inch of that size nine.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 338lbs, he is accompanied by Remy Barteaux and is one half of the FIW TAG TEAM CHAMPIOOOOOOOOONS, CAAAAAAARL, LUUUUUCAAAAAAAS!!!

The crowd cheers on their favourite silent giant as Logan backs away from the side of the ring occupied by Remy, who glares at him through the ropes.

JH: Perhaps with Remy here to keep an eye on Logan we’ll get some fair refereeing.

TM: Our officials don’t need keeping an eye on, they’re the ones who keep their eyes on things. That’s their job.

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.

TM: Our Ultimate Endurance Champion folks. Bravo! Bravo!

JH: You gotta know Remy’s got his eyes on that prize right there.

The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Reaching the ring apron he walks to the corner then climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arm and championship belt up to the roaring crowd. Dante hops into the ring and hands the title off to the ref, then waits for the match to start as he shares daggers with Remy Barteaux.

TM: I don’t like him at ringside, this won’t go smoothly I can guarantee.

JH: You can certainly feel the tension between these two, and Carl’s stuck in the middle.

MA: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 225lbs, he is the ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPIOOOOOON, DANTAAAAAAAY, COOOOOOOOOOLES!!!!

JH: Champion versus champion here tonight.

Logan steps into the middle of the ring as both opponents stick to their corners, and Remy steps back to take in the action from ringside. The bell is rung…

DING! DING!

…and the match is underway. Both men step forward and begin to circle, eyes locked, both coiled and ready to react should the other try anything. They don’t get far from their respective corners when Dante breaks into a dash and charges at the big man, a risky tactic as Carl swings a tree trunk sized right arm through the air…and over Dante’s head as he ducks underneath. He carries onto the ropes and leans back into them, allowing them to spring him back across the ring -- no! Dante trips, or is tripped. Either way he staggers to a stop and spins around.

TM: I knew it! Remy has interjected himself into the match already!

JH: What? He’s all the way over there.

Remy looks up surprised from his position, several feet away from the incident with his arms firmly crossed over his chest, but Dante insists that the tricky Cajun grabbed his foot and so argues his point to Logan.

JH: What the hell is he playing at here? Remy was over near the corner the whole time, he was no where near Dante.

TM: He’s a tricksy little thief, he was thief powers.

JH: Oh don’t be ridicules.

Ridicules or not, Logan seems to be taking Dante’s word for it. Much to Remy and Carl’s surprise he leans over the top rope and orders Remy to the back.

JH: You can’t tell me he’s buying this bull!

TM: You may not like it, but Logan’s swallowing it hook, line and sinker.

JH: Yeah I bet that’s not all he’s swallowing.

TM: Hey! He’s an official, you show him respect!

Remy argues the point that he was no where near the scene of the crime, even jumping up onto the apron to put across his case, but Logan isn’t buying any of it. He orders Remy to get to stepping and, reluctantly, the Cajun begins to move around to the walkway. Carl interjects, but his shooed away by the crooked ref, who keeps a close eye on Remy as he backs his way up the walkway, pointing and glaring and threatening the official as he backs up. But that all comes to a stop as he notices Dante sneak up behind Carl and…

THWACK!

…raise a muscle packed arm up between his legs!

JH: Oh this is just…Ref! Turn around and do your freakin’ job!

TM: Hmm? Did I miss something.

JH: Oh come on.

Carl buckles and drops to his knees as Remy darts back toward the ring and tries to turn the referee around. Logan’s having none of it of course, and it only serves to buy Dante more time. He move around to Carl’s front and smiles roguishly at Remy, before SLAPPPING the taste out of the big man’s mouth. He taunts Barteaux, but the Merchant of Menace knows better then to try and hop the ropes with such a bias ref in front of him. He reluctantly backs up, pointing and telling Logan to get back to work as Dante once again fires a STIFF slap across his tag team partner’s face!

JH: This is just disgusting. Logan Black is nothing but a puppet of Madison and her cronies, she pulls a string and he dances for her.

TM: That sir, is slanderous.

JH: That sir, is the freakin’ truth and you know it!

With Remy well on his way to the back, Logan finally turns his attention back to the action. Carl wobbles groggily on his knees as a nonchalant Dante Coles takes off for the ropes. He bounces off and charges back in, firing a HARSH LARIAT right across Carl’s nose that knocks the big man backwards and sees him crumbling to the canvas. Coles dives in for a quick pin.

[align=center]One!
Two!
Thr -- Kickout!
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JH: That seemed a tad fast.

TM: Are you gonna complain all night? He kicked out didn’t he?

As Jonathon grumbles, Dante takes to a knee beside the groggy Cajun and reaches down, peeling Carl’s milk dud like head off the canvas with one hand, and CRACKING a fist into his nose with the other! Carl’s giant head snaps back into the canvas as Dante looks around at his adoring fans, proud of his handy work.

TM: Hehe, what a man, eh?

JH: Oh yes, I’m quite weak at the knees.

TM: …Shut up.

Dante once more reaches down and peels the big man’s head from the mat, this time dragging his carcass up with him as he gets to his feet. With the Cajun doubled over, Coles lays a HARD forearm across the back of his head, followed by another, and another just to keep him compliant. He hooks him under the chin and heaves him up to a standing position, gingerly letting him go as he makes sure the big man won’t collapse. Happy that he won’t, Dante backs up toward the ropes, holding his hands up in front of him and making a little window with his fingers through which he can see the wobbly Cajun. Satisfied that he’s got the perfect picture going on here, Coles backs up and hits the ropes, charging back in with a big ol’ LARIA -- NO! Carl shoots out an arm and catches him by the throat! HE wraps his meaty fingers around Dante’s neck and hoists him off the canvas, squeezing at his windpipe as he dangles there like a rag doll.

JH: Holy crap! That’s 225lbs of raw Samoan Carl’s holding there.

TM: That’s a choke! That’s a blatant choke!

Logan agrees and tries to intervene, but as Carl raises a back hand to him he staggers backwards and crashes to the canvas, cowering in fear.

TM: Choking his opponent, threatening an official, this match should end now!

Dante claws at the big man’s hand as he tries desperately to free himself from his grip, but has no choice but to hang there, staring into the cold, menacing eyes of the former gangster. Carl shows no signs of letting him go, seemingly quite content to hang him there till he stops moving, but Logan Black is back to his feet and administering a count.

[align=center]One!

Two!

Three!

Four!
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Dead on four Carl tosses Dante to the ground and sends the champion scurrying into the nearest corner, desperately trying to choke in some much needed O2 as he caresses the red mark left around his neck. Logan wags his finger at Mr. Lucas, but the Tag Team Champion ignores him as he tries to shake away the cobwebs put in place by Dante’s vicious opening tirade.

TM: That beast is out of control, he should locked up!

JH: I agree, but let him finish wrestling Carl first.

TM: Yeah and then…hey…Hey!

Dante struggles to his feet with the help of the corner ropes, coughing and spluttering as he tires to guard himself against the incoming 338lbs of black Cajun. He throws a wild fist but Carl catches it and tanks him out of the turnbuckle, whipping him across the ring with tremendous force and sending him CRASHING into the opposite buckles! Dante falters backwards but Carl is there to stop him from falling. He takes Coles by the back of the head and RAMS him face first into the top turnbuckle pad! The crowd “oooh” in phantom pain as Carl pulls his head back and lines him up for another shot. THUD! Another skull shaking shot to the turnbuckle and Dante looks set to drop. THUD! One final crack and Carl releases his grip, letting the UEC stagger outwards, spinning and tripping his way toward centre ring.

JH: Dante’s out on his feet. Damn, Carl’s really bringing it tonight, I guess Remy’s words got through to him.

TM: So he’s acting like a freakin’ thug, what’s new?

Carl reaches out and takes Dante by the wrist, and whips him into the ropes. He rebounds, right into Carl’s waiting grasp as the Cajun scoops him up and SLAMS him back down to the canvas!

JH: Big time SIDEWALK SLAM!!

Carl hooks the leg!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Th -- Kickout!
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As if working on instinct alone, Dante shoots a shoulder up off the canvas.

TM: Ha! He ain’t done yet. It’s gonna take more then that to bring down the Icon!

JH: I dunno, he looks pretty gone right now. I’m not sure that his kickout out wasn’t simply adrenaline and gut instinct.

Dante’s eyes glaze as he stares up at the lighting rig, his pupils darting to the side as he watches Carl pulling himself to his feet. And then it all goes black as his vision is obscured by the giant hand that wraps itself around his face and yanks him off the canvas. Carl takes a step back and reaches down, scooping Coles up and letting out an almighty roar as he SLAMS him back down, almost putting the legend through the canvas!

JH: STANDING SCOOP SLAM STRAIGHT TO HELL!!!

TM: Oh please, it’s just a scoop slam.

JH: With the size and power of a man like Carl Lucas, it’s never JUST a scoop slam.

Dante’s back arches in agony as Carl reaches down and grabs him by the head. Hestarts pulling him back up, but Dante fights back! He reaches up and grabs Carl’s face, raking his thumbs across his eyes and sending the big man stagger backwards in pain!

JH: Hey! Oh come on!

TM: Hmm?

JH: Oh don’t start.

Dante rolls himself to the ropes and drops down to ringside where he drapes himself against the apron and takes the opportunity to recover. Carl on the other hand is rubbing his eyes desperately on the complete other side of the ring, trying to rub out the pain and regain his vision as Logan Black looks on cluelessly.

JH: That hack of a referee…

TM: Hey! It’s a very stressful job, he can’t be everywhere in that ring at once. He can’t see everything.

JH: He was four inches away!

TM: If you’re just going to raise your voice then I’m not going to discuss this with you.

Carl blinks his vision back to normal and turns to the ref, pointing at his eyes and then to Dante, silently informing the ref of what just happened. But of course, Logan innocently shrugs his shoulders, oblivious to Dante’s dirty deeds. Carl, realizing he’ll get no justice here, decides to doll it out by himself. He pushes past Logan and heads for the other side of the ring where he sees the back of Dante’s head propped against the apron. As he reaches the ropes Carl leans over and with both hands grips Dante’s melon and begins to HEAVE the Icon back up!

TM: Argh! He’s gonna pop his head off!

Dante struggles to free himself, kicking his legs and reaching his arms up to try and knock away the persistent Cajun. Luckily for him an errant fist manages to connect and loosen Carl’s grip, allowing Dante to wrap his arms around the big man’s head and drop him, throat first, across the top cable!

TM: Ha! Carl just got guillotined!

Dante drops safely to the ringside mats as Carl SNAPS back into the ring and CRASHES into the canvas. His hands instinctively go to his throat as he writhes around, and once more Dante has time to regroup himself on the outside. He shakes the cobwebs loose and looks back into the ring to see his adversary rolled onto his front and trying to push himself up onto all fours. Wasting no time, Dante slides himself back in and quickly scrambles to his feet. He runs for the ropes off to Carl’s side and rebounds back toward the big man, stepping off his back as he carries onto the parallel set before charging back in and dropping an elbow right on the back of Carl’s head!

TM: RUNNING ELBOW DROP!!

Carl is squashed back down into the canvas as Dante reclaims his feet and stands over him. He moves over the Cajun’s legs and signals to the crowd, and they show him all the love he deserves.

TM: Oooh! Here it comes, here comes the end for Carl!

Dante steps forward, reaches down and hooks up Carl’s legs, pulling them back as far as he can and bending the tag team champion’s body into an uncomfortable “C” shape with the…

JH: DANTE’S INFERNO!!! He’s got that Boston Crab synched in!

With every ounce of his strength Coles reaches back, pushing his knee into Carl’s spine as the big man flails about on the canvas, his hands feverishly looking for a rope that’s just too far away to reach. Logan is in his face, right in his face asking if he wants to give it up but Carl is insistent that he continue, which only results in Dante locking in the hold tighter and pulling his legs back harder.

TM: Just give it up, Carl, before Dante snaps you in half.

JH: Carl’s got a lot of strength left in him, if he can just drag himself to the ropes…

Carl scratches at the canvas, trying desperately to claw himself toward the ropes…and it seems to be working! Much to Dante and Logan’s surprise the big fella starts to pull both himself and The Icon toward the nearest set of ropes! Inch by inch he claws them closer, but with every bit of ground covered Dante digs in further in an attempt to break Carl before he can reach sanctuary.

JH: Like I was saying.

TM: Oh shut up. If Carl wasn’t such a freak of nature he wouldn’t be able to do that.

Carl reaches a desperate hand and….brings it down!




On the bottom rope!

JH: He’s there! Break the freakin’ hold!

Dante refuses, and Logan takes a rather lax approach to the rules, lazily starting his five count.

[align=center]One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Fiv - Dante breaks the hold!
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JH: He couldn’t have left that later.

Carl’s aching legs drop to the floor as Dante steps off. Lucas curls his legs up under him, wrapping his arms around them as if to try and stop the pain, but his reprieve is short lived as Dante begins HAMMERING stomps into them! He reaches down and once more grabs those tree trunk like legs, slowly dragging the 338lbs of Carl away from the ropes so that he can -- get kicked away! Carl kicks his legs manically and knocks Dante backwards, straight into Logan Black! Coles’ shoulder cracks into Black’s jaw and sends the ref spiralling into the ropes.

TM: On no! Poor Logan! Once again our official is abused!

JH: Oh yeah, ‘cos Carl was aiming for Logan with that kick.

TM: So you agree!

JH: *sigh*

Dante doesn’t even notice the dazed referee behind him as he DIGS his heel into one of Carl’s knees, causing the silent giant to squeal out in pain. The UEC reaches down and wraps his hands around the polished dome of Mr. Lucas, hoisting the big man up to his very wobbly feet, his legs turning to jelly beneath him as Dante hooks him…

TM: No, don’t even try it, Dante, you’ll do your back in!

…and HEEEEEAAAAVES him over with a…

JH: URANAGE!!! DANTE JUST THREW 338LBS UP AND OVER!!!

TM: AND INTO LOGAN!!! Aww crap.

Carl crashes into Logan on his way to the canvas, toppling the groggy referee, but still Dante fails to notice as he moves around to his opponent’s legs and hooks them up once more!

TM: Datne’s Inferno, but there’s no ref.

And now he twigs. Dante searches around for Black, only to find him laid out on the canvas behind him. He drops Carl’s aching legs and moves to check on him, leaning over his downed form and smacking him about the face a couple of times. Nothing.

JH: Logan’s out sparko.

Giving up on trying to rouse the ref, a devilish smirk crosses the caramel love hunk’s face. He slides out of the ring and heads for dear, put-upon Timmy, ousting him from his seat and stealing up his chair.

JH: Well now there’s a surprise.

As Carl tries to pull himself up in the ring, Dante slides back in under the bottom rope and takes to his feet, calmly sauntering around in front of the Cajun with chair in hand.

TM: Well ya know, the Cajun’s started it. If it wasn’t for Carl, Logan wouldn’t even be out right now.

He waits patiently for the dazed and confused Carl to pull himself up to one knee, but he so manages to focus as he looks up and sees the smirking Samoan standing over him with a shiny steel chair. Dante raises it above his head and…the crowd begin to cheer?

TM: What the -- !? Hey! What the hell -- !?

Dante holds the chair aloft, either not aware or not caring that the crowd are screaming like Japanese schoolgirls. He reels the chair back and…it’s snatched from his hands by Remy Barteaux!!!

TM: NO! He’s supposed to be banned from ringside.

JH: You’re right. Logan, tell Remy…oh wait, you’re unconscious, HA!

TM: That’s sick. You’re sick.

The shock on Dante’s face as he spins around to find Barteaux grinning at him from behind his own chair soon fades into anger as the glaring UE-Champion lunges forth to reclaim his steel, but Remy dodges back from his vantage point on the walkway and swings the chair over the top rope, narrowly missing Dante’s head! He staggers backward, and feels a HUUUUGE hand on his shoulder. Dante turns, and takes a boot to the gut from Carl!

TM: NO! Dammit, Logan, you incompetent fool!

Carl hesitates, the pain in his legs still present and only heightened by their use, but he still manages to trust Dante’s head between them and hoist him up onto his shoulders! He staggers, his legs shaking as Remy ducks off the walkway and heads for the crowd. He snatches up a water bottle and is halfway back to the ring as Carl’s legs give out and he brings Dante CRASHING into the canvas with a SITOUT POWERBOMB!

JH: THE HARD GOODBYYYYYYEEEE!!!

Remy rips off the top of the bottle and splashes the whole lot over Logan’s face, rousing the referee as if he’d just woken from a bad dream. Remy darts from sight as quickly as possible as Logan glances around confused, and lays his eyes on Carl pinning Dante. Logan counts…

[align=center]One!

Two!!

THREE!!!
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“Hey Now” blares through the speakers as Carl flops off his opponent and Remy storms the ring to congratulate his partner.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, CAAAAAAARL, LUUUUUCAAAAASSS!!!!

Remy helps the big man to his still wobbly feet and leads him out of the ring as the crowd cheer him on.

JH: He did it, a modicum of payback for his friend as Carl Lucas defeats Dante Coles. What a huge win for his young career.

TM: Oh please, that match was rife with cheating.

JH: Yes it was, and despite of that Carl still won.

TM: Yeah but…hey, not what I meant!

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

JH: Well, ladies and gentleman, it’s time for…

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

JH: …apparently to be joined by the Dual Crown Champion and Kennedy.

MA: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome KENNEDY and the Dual Crown Champion SSSWWWYYYYTTCCCHHH!!

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


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

TM: I hope Kailey didn’t hurt Kennedy too bad backstage.

JH: She should have. Kennedy would’ve deserved it after that joke she played on Kailey.

TM: She was just trying to cheer her up? When did that become a crime?

JH: When it was obviously not intended to cheer Kailey up.

[align=center]All you know, is alone
You see a, Phantom Stranger
Down you go, all alone
You love my, Phantom Stranger


Stepping over the ropes, Swytch drops into the ring and walks right up on Kennedy, staring down into her eyes with unrelenting intensity. She grabs the end of his chain, sliding her other hand up it’s length, staring back into his forceful gaze. Their lips tease a kiss before they pull apart, the haunting rhythms of ‘Phantom Stranger’ fading out.[/align]

Kennedy moves over to Michael Anderson and calls for his microphone, which he reluctantly hands over to her. Kennedy makes her way back into the center of the ring, standing in front of and just off to side of her mentor. Swytch hands snakes around her back and rests on her hip as she brings the microphone to her lips.

Kennedy: Now, I know that you’re all expecting to see Tier versus Kailey Lane in this ring here tonight.

The crowd pop at the reminder of what they’re about to witness, and quite possibly trying to urge Kennedy to speed it along so they can get to that.

JH: That’s exactly what we expect to see. And we’d be seeing it if you’d get out of the ring.

TM: Rude, Hitchen! You don’t know what Kennedy has to say.

JH: After her actions earlier tonight, I don’t want to hear what she has to say.

Kennedy: Earlier tonight, you all witnessed something between myself and one half of tonight’s main-event. Now I understand that my actions tonight may be misconstrued. I’m sure there’s many of you out there that feel like I’m trying to poke fun at Kailey Lane in what is possibly the roughest time of her life to date.

The crowd boo at Kennedy, letting her know that what she’s saying is exactly what they’re thinking and most likely that it’s the most logical thing to think. Kennedy lowers the microphone upon their response, nodding her head.

JH: Am I supposed to assume anything else?

TM: I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation. There has to be!

Kennedy: And I totally understand where each and everyone of you are coming from. The way Kailey acted out against me… I don’t hold that against her. She has a lot of frustration that she needs to let out. Frustration over letting Tier use and abuse her the way he did. The way she lets Ragin’ constantly use her to his liking and then tossing her aside. The way that JJ takes advantage of her broken heart just to get him some before running back to his sensei and leaving her alone just like all those other men have done.

The crowd boo yet again. It’s only natural. Kennedy’s talking, she’s assuming things about Kailey that can’t be true because Kailey is the good girl and Kennedy’s the evil one. She hangs with a painted freak, for crying out loud! Sure he’s a sexy painted freak but he doesn’t conform so he has to be a freak, right?

JH: I’m fairly certain JJ is not taking advantage of Kailey Lane.

TM: I wouldn’t put it past that slimy little monkey. The way he hops around, he’s not right.

Kennedy: And then on top of all that, these letters she’s been receiving from her “secret admirer”. It’s natural for Kailey to shy away from such a gesture. It’s natural for her to lash out at innocent bystanders such as myself.

Oh boy, that’s a good one. The crowd really enjoy Kennedy’s perception of herself. Actually, no they don’t. They strongly dislike Kennedy’s distorted version of reality.

Kennedy: So with all that being said. I would like to take this opportunity to publicly apologize to Kailey Lane for my inappropriately timed joke earlier tonight.

JH: What?

TM: See that, Jonathan? And you didn’t want to hear what she had to say.

JH: Given her earlier statements, I have to question the sincerity behind her apology. Or the reason she feels she needs to give it.

Kennedy: So, Kailey. Please, accept my apology and focus all of your anger where it belongs. Not on someone like me. Someone who’s heart breaks for the situation you’re in. You take all of your anger and put it on Tier. You put it on Ragin’. And you finally put that little sleaze JJ where he belongs… on the curb. You can do it, Kailey!

Not pleased with Kennedy’s pep talk for their favorite FIW Lady, the crowd once again boo Swytch’s pupil as “Return of the Phantom Stranger” reprises over the speaker. Kennedy passes the microphone back off to Michael Anderson, slipping from the ring as Swytch holds the ropes open for her before following after.

JH: Someone who’s heart breaks for Kailey? That’s a laugh. Your heart can’t break for someone when it’s black.

TM: Well, you have to admit, Kennedy looks GREAT in black. Oh! They’re coming over here. Yay!

The twosome move towards the commentator’s table. Swytch drops down in a steel chair sat beside the booth as Kennedy sidles up next to him, placing a knee across his thigh and draping her arm over his shoulders as they turn their attention towards the entranceway.
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JH: Well it is main event time ladies and gentlemen in either case.

TM: And we luckily have some guests to watch it.

JH: Yes…Guests could be a term to use for those two…

TM: Though I wish it was my lap Kennedy was sitting on, I have a treat I think she’d like.

JH: Down boy, we have a match to call still.

TM: True, and it’s the return of Go…erm…Drav…uh…Tier, yeah, there we go, the return of Tier.


MA: The following contest is the schedule main event for this edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown and is scheduled for one fall, it has been granted a special one hour time limit by Madison Lee. Your official for this contest is senior referee Tony Clark.


The lights suddenly choke and die, leaving us bathed in blackness as a chant eerily begins to emanate from the sound system.
[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 specter lost to linger
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Flames suddenly rise from the stage, seemingly igniting the entire surface in orange warmth. The light of the fires reflects upon a form slowly lowering itself from the ceiling. Cameras flash and the flames flicker, giving this fiend a face. 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!
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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 to the crowd, getting the only kind of reaction an evil God can get. He strolls to the ring, moving to the turnbuckle and standing behind it, facing the audience. He suddenly grips his stomach and convulses, jerking and twitching before revealing the blood dripping slowly out of his mouth. Tier raises his head to the sky and VOMITS the blood upward in a crimson spray! The house lights rise as he ROARS with pure fury, and enter the ring.


MA: Welcoming back and introducing first…He is hailing from Mission, Texas and weighs in tonight at a new and improved two hundred and thirty one pounds, standing in at exact six feet and three inches…HE! IS! TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-AH~!


TM: Did Anderson just go heavy metal on us?

JH: What are you rambling on about?

TM: How he said Tier’s name, he did the heavy metal vocalist growling thing with the word.

JH: Any ways, whether you are happy or unhappy seeing this man back in a FIW ring ladies and gentlemen, there is one person who is even more unhappy to see him back and she is-

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


MA: And introducing next…She is hailing from Nashville, Tennessee and she is weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds, standing at five feet and eight inches…SHE! IS! KAAAAAAAAILLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNE~!


JH: This very woman, who’s past with said man is far from small.

TM: Ah…*sighs dreamingly* I’m going to miss that backside after tonight.

JH: Oh will you quit it, it isn’t like she is on death row or any thing.

TM: Might as well be if this is the old Tier, and seeing how he’s acted, wouldn’t surprise me to see him rip her right in half and then suck all the blood up from the canvas.

Tony Clark looks from one side to the other, looking at Tier and Kailey, who are both looking right past the referee to their opponent standing at the opposite side of the ring from them. By Tony’s commands Tier and Kailey stroll towards the center of the ring, for the first time in over a year seeing each other within touching distance, only Tony Clark in between the two’s bodies. Kailey eyes the blood that is still dripping from Tier’s chin; Tier merely stares at her skull so hard you’d think he was trying to mentally implode it, even with him right in between them neither Tier nor Kailey hear Tony explain the rules of the match. It isn’t even until he says do you understand that they look his way, both finally acknowledging the referee’s existence, they both look back towards each other and nod their heads, Clark calls for a hand shake.

Just as they start to extend their hands a voice roars out, without the aid of a micro phone, “DON’T”, both their heads spin towards the walk way to see Ragin’ storming out from the back, pointing right at Kailey “DON’T SHAKE HIS HAND” Ragin’ repeats himself, Tier simply scoffs, almost bemused by the Russian’s apparent anger with Kailey so willing to shake his hand, which only further enhances the expression on Ragin’s facial features. Swytch and Kennedy try to peak over the ring to see what exactly is going on, not looking too happy their entertainment was interrupted, Kailey raises an eyebrow at Ragin’s command once it finally all registers in her mind, she stares at his index finger pointing threateningly at her. Kailey scoffs and turns back to Tier, forcefully snatching his hand and shaking it to Ragin’s dismay, Tony Clark orders for the bell to be rung as Ragin’ drops down to the opposite side of the ringside area that Kennedy and Swytch are at, Kailey and Tier start circling the ring.



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


With the sound of the bell Tier’s and Kailey’s pacing around the ring quickens, neither one letting the other leave their eye sight, Tier tries to move in on Kailey only for the southern belle nearly take his head off with a round house kick, luckily the Hardcore Legend manages to duck out of the way of it, making his way back from Kailey, his eyes darting all over Kailey’s body, obviously looking for an opening. Kailey bounces from one foot to support her body to the other, looking like a certain martial artist that made a few movies, Tier’s stances are much more un-refine, much more blatant brawler stances, the two circling the ring from one another still, forcing Tony Clark to spin himself around in circles to keep an eye on both, the affects starting to make him look dizzy. From ringside Kennedy releases an overly dramatic yawn, catching Kailey’s attention, and that is when Tier like a raven sweeps in, erasing the distance between them in the blink on an eye, Kailey’s eyes dart back to her opponent and Lane tries to create more distance between them as like an animal Tier swipes at Kailey with a few trademark punches, the first two Kailey manages to avoid, but the third one hits it’s mark, pressing into the soft flesh of Kailey’s rib cage, causing the southern lady to groan. In a last ditch effort to buy her some time to create distance between the two of them Lane throws a low side kick, Tier quickly trying to dodge the kick or it would be a kick if Kailey hadn’t faked it, rather going for a side mid high kick, driving her shin and foot into Tier’s own rib cage, a blob of blood flings itself from the depths of Tier’s mouth and splatters over Kailey’s face as Tier staggers backwards.

TM: Holy cow, is Kailey actually gaining some kind of advantage?!

JH: Despite Kennedy’s obvious attempts to distract her, I’d say yes.

TM: Awww…Kennedy’s pout is so adorable, guess she didn’t like Tier giving Kailey that presence of crimson liquid…though Swytch seems strangely turned on by it…

JH: The sole fact, since let’s face it, it is the reason why she’s out here, that Kennedy is out here to watch her former best friend in hopes that she is destroyed by a man she thought she once knew is disgusting!

Kailey jars the Hardcore Icon with a crescent kick, and then connects with a shuffle kick, keeping Tier having to take steps back, Kailey throws a mid high side kick once more, however this time in mid-swing of her leg Tier wraps his arm around it, a small bloody teeth filled grin spreads across his lips, mockingly Tier wags his free index finger at Kailey before he starts wildly throwing punches with it. Attempting her best to dodge and block them Kailey starts to get pummeled by Tier’s punches, only being able to hop on one leg as Tier continues to clutch at the other, with her seriously at a disadvantage Tier is taking some time with his task, firing a few well placed punches, aiming for her skull, perhaps seeking a knock out. Swytch smirks at ringside, his right eye twitching ever so slightly and Kennedy smiling happily, her pout all but a memory while Ragin’ looks on with dread, his hands groping at the bottom rope, his expression almost looking like he is considering getting into the ring as he witnesses Tier continue to slug away on the woman both men once loved, that is until Kailey pushes her free leg off of the ground, her foot soaring through the air and clocking Tier on the back of his head with a back brain kick, sending the self pro-claimed God to his knees and releasing Kailey as he dazedly stares up at the lights. Her head darts around, a planning forming in her head quickly, she races towards Tier’s kneeling body, wrapping her arms around Tier’s right arm and her legs around his left arm, pulling him back right into a crucifix pin, bringing a smile to Ragin’s face and making Kennedy stand right up, and Swytch shaking his head, looking like he already knows the out come.

JH: Kailey could have it right here! She dazed Tier and now has rolled him right up!

TM: Well if she does that would be the biggest anti-climax of the return of a deity since Christ no showing the year two thousand.


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JH: Kennedy certainly doesn’t seem to be enjoying this match now, serves her right, she has become a spoiled brat.

TM: Kennedy might seem a bit upset, but look at Swytch, nerves of steel or he knows some thing we don’t.


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JH: I am far from liking the man, but I have to wonder what Ragin’ might choose for a stipulation, wouldn’t put it past him to make it a “Any one named Swytch can’t win” match.

TM: Okay Tier…time to get up…do a miracle…do some thing….


[align=center]THR-NO! TIER ROLLS BACK, PLANTING KAILEY AGAINST THE CANVAS![/align]


JH: Incredibly! Tier managed to throw enough of his weight to get his legs down and plant Kailey against the canvas in another pin fall attempt!

TM: I bet Swytch will make the match a “Smelly Russians aren’t allowed” match.


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JH: Ragin’ seems to be doing his best impression of an enraged Ric Flair at ringside.

TM: Hope the bastard is having a heart attack.


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JH: With the way the two of them are wrapped around each other, I’m not sure if Kailey is even able to lift up her shoulders to kick out.

TM: Like I predicted, God comes through and Swytch gets his match of choice.


[align=center]TH-NO! KICK OUT![/align]


JH: Kailey managed before Tony’s hand went far to finally kick out.

TM: What the hell? Tier do some of that Boogey Man crap and defeat her ass already….mmmmhmmmmmmm….asss…Worms in an ass…ew…


Both scramble right up to their feet, Kailey meets Tier with a dropkick, stunning Tier but keeping him up on his feet, Kailey wraps her arm around his neck in a front face lock, charging forward and scaling across the ropes, spinning around in the air before she spikes Tier’s skull on the canvas with a tornado DDT. Kailey wraps her arms around his neck as she lays beside him on the canvas, locking in a side headlock, she wrenches back on the submission and Tier quickly rolls her over him, putting her in a modified school boy pin fall, but before Tony can even get down to make the count Kailey releases the submission and gets up to her feet, with Tier not far behind her. Quickly Tier from a kneeling position snatches Lane’s wrist and whips her across the ring, he gets up to his feet and turns around to get ready to taken her down, but rather while running back Kailey manages to connect with a head scissors takedown, sending Tier flying back onto the mat, Kennedy frowning as she sits back down on Swytch’s lap, a giant grin on Ragin’s face. Slowly Tier starts to try to get up to his feet; Kailey is right on him, walking towards him when she hears from behind her “NO! NOT THAT”, Kailey turns around to look at Ragin’ like he is nuts, “STOP PLAYING WITH THE KID GLOVES ON, START HITTING YOUR BETTER MOVES AND FINISH HIM OFF, NOW!” Kailey blows off Ragin’ and turns around, right into a lariat from Tier that almost beheads her, Ragin’ looks down at her with a disappointed expression and says “See?”

TM: I actually think that Russian is doing more damage than Kennedy or Swytch have.

JH: So far it would seem that way.

TM: At this rate I say Tier is going to win this thing.

JH: I still have faith that Kailey can manage to pull this one back out.

The Immortal Red looks down at Ragin’ for a few moments, Ragin’ glaring right up at him, Tier takes his attention away from the Russian and walks over to the turnbuckle, climbing up it, and he looks down at Kailey from the top of the corner, perched up on it like a bird. Kailey slowly pushes her upper half up, her head looking around when she hears a familiar voice “LOOK OUT! MOVE! HURRY DAMN IT!” Ragin’ screams at the top of his vocal range, right before Tier’s boots damn near cave Kailey’s skull in with a double stomp off the top of the turnbuckle, pressing Kailey back against the canvas. After that Happy Landing, Tier casually rolls Kailey over onto her back and lays over her, hooking both legs as Kennedy applauds Tier’s Happy Landing.

JH: Haven’t seen some thing like that out of Tier in quite some time.

TM: Well it helps that he doesn’t look like Brighty in drag any more.


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JH: Oh stop, Tier was never that fat.

TM: Have you not seen his NGIW stuff? He was starting to push it then, I was expecting him to make the ring cave in every time he stepped in it.


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JH: In either case this could be it! Kailey needs to pull some thing out or we may very well see Tier the winner!

TM: What does Swytch have that I don’t have damn it…Why can’t Kennedy sit on my lap…Ah well, Smarty’s money for booze will help me forget about my woes.


[align=center]THRE-NO! KICK OUT![/align]


JH: Kailey channeled enough strength to kick out! Her will to continue fighting is amazing!

TM: Yeah, even more so considering she is fighting for a guy who has fucked her other, in both meanings of that term.

Tier sits up and holds up three fingers, Clark quickly shakes his head and holds up two, a sigh escapes Tier’s frame and he runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face before he grabs a handful of Kailey’s locks and yanks her up to her feet along with him, he plants her head in between his legs in a standing head scissors position, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her right up into the air. However while resting on his shoulders Tier drops his one arm, keeping her up there with one hand, whatever he was planning on doing though is lost to us as Kailey stirs and sees her situation, drilling Tier’s skull with a punch, and a second punch, and then a third punch, resulting in Tier to stagger about with Kailey on his shoulders. In the blink of an eye Kailey flings herself back, spiking Tier right on top of his head with a hurricanrana, both looking like almost mirror images roll up to their feet, Tier clutching at the lower back area of his head, near the start of the spinal chord, Lane rushes towards Tier and Tier does the very same, the duo leap into the air and meet in the middle, both connecting with a cross body on the other and dropping to the canvas. Laying on top of her Tier starts convulsing, a look of actual concern overtaking Swytch’s features as Tier gags and coughs, and hags and wheezes, in an image that is not any thing short of disturbing, a river’s worth of blood pours out of Tier’s mouth, running all along his body and down, dripping down onto Kailey, little does either wrestler notice Tony Clark dropping down, considering their positioning as a pin fall attempt.

TM: Jeez, I think Tier has spit out more blood in this match than any one has on TNT in ages.

JH: What about that tag team match at Anarchy?


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TM: Pffft like any one besides those crazy blood marks watched that car wreck.

JH: In either case Tier might very well get the win over Kailey without either realizing it.


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TM: Look at all those bullets Ragin’ is sweating, he certainly is nervous for a Russian.

JH: I don’t honestly blame the man, his chance to actually win the Dual Crown could be at stake.


[align=center]3!



WAIT…NO?!



NO!



KICK OUT![/align]



TM: Damn it! Kailey managed to roll out from under Tier!

JH: I think Tier might be dead…he isn’t moving…

Crawling along the canvas Kailey groans and winces slightly, obviously feeling the affects of the match as Ragin’ slams his ample mit sized hands against the top of the apron, upon reaching the ropes Kailey clutches at the ropes and slowly starts to get up to get feet once more. She leans against the top rope, panting and looking down at Ragin’ who is barking orders but can’t be heard over the sudden cheers from the crowd, the cheers emerging due to Tier sitting up like the undead, blood running down his face and dripping down onto his lap, Tier grabs hold of the middle rope near him and pulls himself up to his feet as well. His dark voids for eyes scan his surroundings, noticing Kailey is across the ring, he methodically walks towards her, Ragin’ starts to try to warn her, barking even more orders at Kailey as to what she should do, the frustration overflows onto Kailey’s face and she shouts out at the Russian “SHUT! UP!” Ragin’s expression is one of utter shock at what Kailey said to him, Lane turns around and finally sees Tier walking towards her, looking like some thing out of a b-horror flick as he leaves a blood trail along the canvas, Kailey looks around at their surroundings, noticing that Tier, either by sheer luck or plotting how to walk towards her, as her almost boxed in and only room left is the corner. Like a lightning bolt Kailey dashes forward, towards the only opening to escape from Tier she can, the Immortal Red swerves in mid-walk to try and stop her, but Kailey when within less than an inch from Tier’s clutches zig zags, going back a bit and to the other side, and then forward once more and jumping into the air, the fans start to go into a frenzy as they notice she is going for the Kailey-Go-Round, however in mid-spinning it into a DDT Tier jerks his own body, sending Kailey’s head right into the welcoming arms of her former lover, who in the blink of an eye and to a thunderous amounts of mixed jeers and cheers drives Kailey skull first into the canvas with the Wegenleid! A smile is evident on Swytch as Kennedy is nearly beaming with joy, Swytch says some thing and Kennedy hops off of his lap, Swytch slowly pushes himself up to his feet while Ragin’ looks like he is having a nervous break down, Tier with relative ease rolls Kailey over and covers her.

JH: Damn it! Kailey was so close to hitting the Kailey-Go-Round!

TM: Thems the bricks some times when it comes to dames and fighting.


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JH: Maybe, just maybe she’ll manage to kick out of the Wegenleid.

TM: Please, Swytch has even gotten out of his seat, looks like he saw this outcome coming.


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JH: Come on Kailey! Kick out! We all know you can do it!

TM: It’s over, tell Timmy to get ready to stop his stop watch.


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DING DING DING~!!!
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JH: Darn it! Darn it to Hell!

TM: Whoo! The Russian failed, Swytch is getting his stipulation of choice!


MA: Here is your winner by pin fall…TIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR~!!!


”Lords of Salmen” pierces every one’s ear drums as Tier sits up, Tony Clark raising his hand in victory, Tier stares with his lifeless eyes at the fallen body of Kailey Lane, an emotionless expression on his features. Ragin’ on the other hand is pulling at his hair, staring at Kailey’s destroyed figure, looking like he might be on the verge of tears, whether because Swytch gets the stipulation or Kailey’s well being is up in the air. And at the other side of the ringside area Swych wraps his arm around Kennedy’s shoulders as TNT’s own demented diva wraps her arms around Swytch, hugging him with a smile of glee on her face, matching Swytch’s.

TM: Ragin’ is going the hell down!

JH: Despite her best efforts Kailey just came up a bit short tonight.

TM: Crash and burn bitch, crash and burn at Summer of Sin!

JH: Stop it god damn it! I’m in the middle of talking about Kailey and though she may have lost she put up one hell of a try and all you can do is ramble on about Ragin’ and how he’s screwed at Summer of Sin!

TM: Wait a second…the show’s over! Party time with the Funky Bunch bab-ah! Ha! I’m out of here! Booze and Women time! Booze and Women time!

JH: In either case I’m Jonathon Hitchen, and he was Thomas Moore, what will happen next week?! What can Swytch’s stipulation possibly be?! We’ll see you next Tuesday hopefully with the answer!

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