Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to Full Intensity Wrestling. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
Tuesday Night Throwdown; May 30, 2006
Topic Started: May 31 2006, 02:51 AM (179 Views)
Lita Maivia
Member Avatar
Legend
[ *  *  *  *  * ]
[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…
[/align]

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

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

Here ya go create another fable!
[/align]

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

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

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

[align=center]You wanted to!

Why dya leave the keys upon the table?
[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wake Up!

*Whispered* Wake up
[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


[align=center]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 Bud Walton Arena ing Fayetteville, Arkansas! I’m Jonathon Hitch and he is Thomas Moore. And we're kicking things off with singles action between Sam Kinloch and Carl Lucas!

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

[align=center]I'm a menace to society baby
The police wanna relocate me
They running with gun up but they can't fade me
They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy
I ride one in the chamber, gun on cock
'6-tre Chevrolet rollin without no top
Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop
California to Virginia Timmy making it hot
[/align]

JH: Sure to be a brutal contest tonight, eh Thomas?

TM: Won’t be much of a contest. Carl might have strength, but Sam has wwwwwitchcraft!

He steps forward onto the walkway, his eyes focused completely on the ring as his partner Remy steps out from his impressive shadow. The two begin their trek toward the ring, Remy bopping to the beat and generally trying to have a good time, Carl remaining as stoic as ever.

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

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana… CAAAAARRRRRLLL… LOOOOOOOOOO-CAAAAAAASSSS!!!

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 walks 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.

Heavy metal guitars blast our eardrums as Rob Zombie‘s “American Witch” fucks our frontal lobes. The lights drop as the guitars scream, and a purple glow emanates from the screen at the entrance. The black silhouette of an oversized poppet fills it as lasers above the stage trace a purple circle.

[align=center]Body of a monkey and the feet of the cock
Dragged from her home on the killing rock
Black dog died on a weather vane
The devil‘s in a cat and the baby‘s brain
[/align]
BAMF! Purple fireworks erupt from the stage, and when they die we see Sam Kinloch standing in the circle. She smirks as the lights raise and she walks to flashing purple strobes to the ring.

JH: Actually, I hear voodoo spells have been outlawed in this match.

TM: Oh, well then Sam is fucked.

[align=center]The end, the end of the American…
The end, the end of the American…
The end, the end of the American…
WITCH
[/align]
The lights suddenly cut again, Sam center-ring. The music hits an eerie interlude, and as the guitar rocks back in, the lights above spark and pop, returning to life as Sam leans into her corner, waiting the beginning of the match.

MA: And his opponent… from Elk City, Oklahoma… SSSSAAAAMMM… KIIIIIIIIIN-LOOOOOOOOCK!!!

The bell rings and things get underway. Sam shakes her head at the man-giant Carl, who positively dwarfs her.

TM: Sam is about to be murdered.

JH: I can’t say I don’t agree with you, in some sense.

TM: A night of TNT firsts beginning here, ladies and gentlemen!

Sam exhales, thinking back to her training against larger men. Carl cracks his knuckles and neck joint before grinning beneath his mighty moustache. He thunders toward Sam suddenly, and Sam BARELY has the time to duck away from a MASSIVE clothesline! Carl doesn’t let the momentum of the failed lariat take him over, but Sam’s quickness lets her get behind him and CRACK him with a stiff kick to the back of the knee!

JH: Good lord! That HAD to hurt!

TM: That’s a sensitive area to be kicked in, Hitchen! Carl might not make this the ass-beating I thought it’d be!

Carl drops to one knee (his good one), but doesn’t let Sam get any more of an advantage. He strikes backward with a mighty arm, clipping Sam hard across the abs. Carl uses the ropes to pull himself upright as Sam reels. She charges for him, and Carl LIFTS HER UP IN A FIREMAN’S CARRY, SENDING HER OVER THE ROPES AND OUT OF THE RING!!!

TM: SWEET HUMAN SHIT!!

JH: Carl just LAUNCHED Sam! She just fell a good ten feet to the floor!

Sam writhes on the outside, Carl taking a short breather before following her through the ropes. Logan Black nods and begins his count.

LB: ONE!

Carl lifts Sam up by the hair, Sam clutching at her ribs, and WHIPS her into the protective barricades! She takes the blow with her back, arching it with pain chiseled on her face.

LB: TWO!

JH: Pity Sam’s offense didn’t last longer.

TM: Ah well. Carl’s always good to dish out a beating. Much more so than that pansy Remy and his lover girl, April.

JH: Oh would you come off that?

TM: Trust me, Hitchen; I cum off April every night.

JH: Wonderful…

Carl grabs her by the head again, but Sam SCORES a chop across his nipple!

LB: THREE!

The crowd “WHOOO!!!”s, and Sam finds the determination to get another harsh CHOP!, though this is more to his abdomen. “WHOOOO!!” happens, and a THIRD harsh chop backs Carl away from her, giving her room to feint away from the barricades.

LB: FOUR!!

JH: Sam’s just one hell of a fighter in this situation. I can’t help but root for the underdog sometimes.

Sam meets a DEADLY stiff kick to Carl’s ribs that backs him up even more, giving her room to spring off the apron and NAIL him in the face with a flying roundhouse!

LB: FIVE!!

JH: What agility!

Carl stumbles backward, catching himself on the walkway. Sam hunches over in pain, holding her sides again. She decides to play it safe and slides back into the ring, Logan keeping up his count for Carl.

LB: SIX!!

TM: Well, she might be turning tail, but Sam sure as hell did a number on Carl beforehand.

JH: I can’t blame her for taking a breather inside the ring while Carl collects himself. That fireman’s carry must’ve taken the wind right out of her!

Carl shakes his head a few times to force the cobwebs out. Sam raises to a standing position, leaning on the ropes to watch her quarry.

LB: SEVEN!!!

Carl forces himself to his feet and lurches toward the ring JUST AS SAM VAULTS OVER THE TOP ROPE!!

JH: What a suicide dive--OH!

BUT CARL CATCHES HER!!

TM: ACK! That was DUMB! Doesn’t the witch have ANY foresight!?

The big man shakes his head and PRESSES Sam upward in the air, holding her there before falling back into a Samoan drop on the concrete!

JH: Good God! Sam just went down to old town!

TM: The concrete part, where all the hookers stand!

JH: Would you shut up? Old town doesn’t have any hookers in it!

TM: The hell it doesn’t! Did you even SEE Sin City!?

JH: … no.

TM: BLASPHEMY!!!

Logan black is forced to restart his count as Carl slides back into the ring, smirking.

LB: ONE! TWO!

TM: Aw, come ON. Don’t tell me Carl’s gonna try and win this one by countout?

LB: THREE! FOUR!!

JH: I should hope not.

TM: What a wuss.

LB: FIVE!! SIX!!

JH: He’s not a wuss. Carl is a sensitive man. I’m sure he doesn’t want to destroy Sam, so letting her lose this way is, in his eyes, an honorable option.

LB: SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!!

TM: Oh, yeah. I guess I could see that. If I was a wuss.

JH: Why do I even try?

On the outside, Sam begins to rouse. She rolls onto her stomach, stirring a bit.

LB: NINE!!! TEN!!!

JH: Sam’s in real trouble here if she can’t get up…

TM: Don’t lose faith so quickly, Hitchen. She’s a witch! She’ll be back on her feet in no time!

LB: ELEVEN!!! TWELVE!!!

Sam gets to her knees, shaking a little. Somewhere in his heart of hearts, Carl realizes this is a humiliating way to create a victory, and he begins to cross the ring.

LB: THIRTEEN!!! FOURTEEN!!

TM: Man, when’s the last time we got up to a fourteen count?

Sam stands woozy, and Carl reaches over the top rope to grab her and pull her back into the ring. However, Sam SNAPS around suddenly, grabs him by the neck, and DROPS his throat across the top rope!

JH: What the--!?

TM: HA! How’s THAT for playing opossum!

Sam slides back into the ring as Carl stomps a few feet away, rubbing his throat. Sam quickly darts to the ropes, shooting off and LEAPING into the air, to score a HIGH axe kick to Carl’s face! Like a mighty tree, the big man falls backward, shaking the ring as his body hits the canvas!

JH: WHAT a Karmic Kick!

TM: TIIIIIIIIMBEERRRRRRRRR!!!

Sam crawls over him and hooks a mighty leg, pulling on it with all her strength. Logan Black drops for a count…

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!


THREE!!![/align]


Dingdingdingdingdingding!

MA: Yyyyoour winner… SSSSAAAMM… KIIIIIIIN-LOOOOOOOOCK!!!

“American Witch” plays over the sound system as Sam pumps her fist in victory.

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

The dim light of the parking lot sets the scene. Cold and dank, with a broken bulb flickering erratically above. The sound of a car engine hums into our ears and moments later a pair of headlights turn a far corner and bring it’s source into view. As it draws closer and turns we see that this is no ordinary car, but a long, black, limo.

TM: Oooh, someone important.

JH: You mean someone for you to suck up to.

It comes to a complete stop and the driver’s door swings open. The chauffer steps out and walks the long journey to the back of the vehicle, stopping by the rear door and pulling it open. A cane hits the concrete first, following by two incredibly shiny shoes at the bottom of a freshly cleaned and pressed white suite. Out steps Stefan Wallace.

JH: I don’t like this one bit.

He looks around, straightening his jacket as his driver closes the door and hovers about behind him. Stefan gives him a nod and he heads back to the front of the limo to await his boss’s return. Stefan puts best foot forward and strolls off into the dark, toward the arena lifts, and in search of Remy Barteaux.

JH: The next match up is jammed pack full of cruiserweight and risk-taking action folks.

TM: Yeah and when the Funky Bunch destroys Loon and April there will be no denying who the true contenders for that title belt are.

JH: Well we saw last week April and Loon both play a role in one member of the Funky Bunch getting the axe.

TM: Battle axe is more like it, and you and I both know that neither of them had a hand in it.

JH: How so?

TM: Smarty’s the one who put her contract into the shredder, thus forcing Madison to release her.

JH: After she allowed Loon to slap Smarty and lost to April.

TM: Well sure, if you want to be technical about it.

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 as 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.

All four members of the managerial firm reach the end of the entrance way, Smarty sits on the middle rope. With Smarty’s assistance Ninja enters the ring under the top rope while Alex Evans hops right over it. Alex Evans walks over to and 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. Ninja waves his sign in a lackluster fashion, and Alex taunts the fans. Both wrestlers hop off of the turnbuckles and walk towards the center of the ring, huddling around Smarty as they go over last minute strategies.


TM: Last week is going to repeat itself.

JH: Loon is going to slap the taste out of Smarty’s mouth?

TM: What?! No! The Funky Bunch is going to destroy their opponents, this time getting rid of the other junkie in Loon.

JH: I think the fact that Loon has back up in the form of April Lynn this week might just the outcome just a lil’ bit.


MA: Introducing team number one…They weigh in at a combined weight of three hundred and ninety one pounds, and they represent the Managerial Firm of Smarty Smark and Smark…THEY! ARE! THE FFFFFFUNNNNNNNKYYYYYYYY BUNNNNNNNCH~! ALLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEX EEEEEEEEVVVVVAAAAANNNNS~! AND! EXXXXXXTRRREMMMME NNNNINNNJA NUMBER TWOOOOOOOO~!


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.

JH: For those of you out there that weren’t able to see Throwdown last week, after Loon struck him Smarty has declared war on Loon and has promised that the Funky Bunch will be the end of him.

TM: And they will be, Loon is going to die tonight.

JH: I don’t know about that, he seems ready for whatever the Funky Bunch have planned.

TM: Pfft, Loon is just a peon compared to the might of the Funky Bunch.

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

TM: Speaking of peons, here is the unworthy and cowardly Cruiserweight Champion of the World.

JH: Unworthy and cowardly? April has been one of the most active champions our side of FIW has seen in quite some time, nearly every challenger that has stepped up April has defeated.

TM: *Cough* Except Extreme Ninja #2 *Cough*

JH: While she hasn’t beaten him one on one in a singles contest for the title one could say Ninja has yet to earn himself a rightful shot at April, unlike his other fellow Funky Bunch and ex-Funky Bunch members.


MA: And introducing team number two…They weigh in tonight at a combined weight of here hundred and twenty pounds…and one half is the reigning FIW World Cruiserweight Champion…THEY! ARE! LLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNN OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNE POINNNNT TWOOOOOOOO~! AND! AAAAAAAAAAAAPRRRRRRRRIIIIIIILLLLLL LLLLLLYYYYNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!


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


April and Ninja circle the ring from one another, right before April charges in only to have Ninja throw a roundhouse kick, Lynn barely avoids the kick as she backs away, the two continue to circle the ring as their partners cheer them on from the apron. Slowly Lynn extends her hands out, looking for a tie up from Extreme Ninja #2, who slides towards her, not dropping his guard as he inter-locks their hands together, the two starts to battle between one another, testing each other’s strength. Despite being the lighter of the two April is managing to hold her own in the lock up, keeping the two at a relative stalemate which doesn’t seem to please Smarty on the outside, April suddenly slides down onto her back while keeping the lock up, Ninja bends forward trying to apple pressure however April bends her knees and plants them against his shoulders. With one good heave as Ninja tries to get back up to his feet April ends up resting on top of Ninja, her knees on his shoulders as she seems to be going for some type of hurricanrana type maneuver, Smarty shouts some thing to Ninja who instantly afterwards leans forward, dumping April back onto the canvas, he leaps into the air and double stomps her face as he releases the hold, dropping to his knees when he lands above her head.

JH: Ninja and April start us off with a knuckle lock up.

TM: And Ninja nearly caves April’s skull in for her troubles, serves her right, doing all that flippity crap.

JH: It was a decent strategy but it seems like Smarty had it scouted.

TM: Course he did, you don’t watch wrestling for over half the amount of time you’ve been in existence and not learn a thing or two.

Ninja picks himself up and gets to his feet, grabbing a handful of April’s pants and pulling her up to her feet along with him, though once both are to their feet April greets him with three jabs to the face, grabbing hold of him and whipping him right into her team’s corner. With a thud EN #2 slams into the turnbuckle only to have shortly after April almost take his head off with a lariat, as he stumbles out of the corner Lynn leads him along before drilling him into the canvas with a bulldog. Getting up to her feet as Smarty shouts and yells at Paper Bag Man April exits the ring and walks along the apron, climbing right up onto the turnbuckle while Loon and the fans cheer her on, Ninja shakes his head a few times as he starts to come to on the mat, Ninja manages to get up to one knee mean while PBM races around the ringside area, just in time to shove Loon as Ninja staggers up to his feet, Loon falls forward and accidently yanks on the top rope, forcing April to lose her balance and get crotched on the turnbuckle. Extreme Ninja #2 turns around just in time to see Loon sitting some what dazed on the apron and April trying to recover on the turnbuckle, he shrugs his shoulders and the clueless Ninja catches his sign as Smarty tosses it in to him, EN #2 scribbles some thing onto the sign before he rushes right to the turnbuckle, scaling right up it and wrapping his arm around April’s head, he leaps off of the turnbuckle with April’s body right behind him, hitting a chin breaker otherwise more commonly known as a stunner on April from the top rope!

TM:I’ve never seen Ninja pull that out before!

JH: Neither have I, looks like it’s the debut of one of his moves.

TM: What the hell was it?!

JH: I just told you I don’t know, but whatever he calls that Super Chin Breaker, it isn’t good news for the team of April and Loon.

Kipping up to his feet Ninja lifts up his sign into the air and it reads “I can fly and sting like a bee~!” before throwing a few shadow punches with his free hand and busting a few dance moves from Ali’s old catalog, getting a decent cheer from the crowd as Smarty applauds Ninja’s dancing, sadly EN #2 is so busy dancing he doesn’t even notice April crawling towards her corner and tagging out to Loon. A much larger cheer rings out as Loon enters the ring, however Ninja believes it to be for his dancing and so continues, trying to pick up the pace with it, that is until Loon runs right over and wraps his arms around Ninja’s waist, lifting him up over his head and spiking EN #2 right on his with a german suplex! Quickly Ninja rolls towards the welcoming voices of Smarty, PBM and Alex, he flings his hand up and tags in his partner, Mister High Spot races into the ring only to nearly get beheaded by Loon with a dropsault kick. Loon springs back up to his feet and strolls over to Alex, standing above where Alex’s shoulders lay, he glances across at each side of the arena, raising an eyebrow before grinning insanely, Loon runs like a maniac with his arms flinging around to the right side’s set of ropes, he bounces off of them and rolls up into a ball right before he front flips over Alex’s body and keeps running, bouncing off of the left side’s set of ropes and doing a cart wheel, Loon stops on one leg inches away from Alex and hops around in a circle on it, patting his mouth with his one hand like an Indian would before he throws himself backwards and drives his elbow into Alex’s chest!

JH: The most Loonifing move in Sports Entertainment and Wrestling history!

TM: …God I hate Loon.

JH: I take it you aren’t a fan of the Loonie Elbow?

TM: Oh shut up, he is just trying to copy Dante.

Evans clutches at his chest as he rolls away from Loon, hurrying over to the ropes and clinging and groping at them to try and help him back up to his feet, mean while Loon rolls backwards right into a backflip, landing on his feet as he turns to face Alex when at the same exact time Alex does the same. They glare at one another, Smarty’s venomous words from the outside only causing to further heat up the situation, in the blink of an eye they are off, racing towards one another, Loon leaps into the air and tries to connect with a flying lariat only for Alex to duck it, Loon rolls right back up to his feet and turns around to find Alex’s boots meeting his face in a picture perfect missile dropkick. Alex hurries back up to his feet with a look of intensity, he races into the ropes and bounces off of them, jumping into the air and driving the point of his knee cap right into Loon’s skull with a knee drop, Alex pushes himself back up to his feet and poses a bit, Loon tries to with the light headed affect of the knee drop scramble up to his feet. Mister High Spot turns right around into a spinning heel kick from Loon, the oh so loveable goof ball looks around at his surroundings, making sure no one is up to some thing and charges towards the ropes, he leaps into the air and spring boards off of the second rope, performing a flawless corkscrew lionsault, a.k.a. the Loonsault and goes for the cover!

TM: Damn it!

JH: Loonsault! Loonsault! Loon hit the Loonsault on Alex Evans!


[align=center]1![/align]


TM: I hate that god damn move! Ninja! Do some thing! Break it up!

JH: Wouldn’t it be some thing if for the second straight week managed to one up the Funky Bunch?


[align=center]2![/align]


TM: Yes! Go Ninja! Go Ninja! Go!


Extreme Ninja #2 hops right over the top rope and races into the ring, not even a second later April does the same exact thing. Ninja leaps into the air, looking for a front dropkick to Loon only to be met with a kick right to the face, a superkick to be exact from April Lynn. April turns around to look at Loon and Alex, counting right along with Richard Kelly.


JH: And April steps in, leveling Ninja!


[align=center]3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
[/align]


MA: Here are your winners by pin fall…LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!!

”Cult of Personality” plays over the P.A. system as April helps Loon up to his feet and raises their arms in victory, Loon pats her on the back as they celebrate their win. Mean while at ringside Smarty Smark is throwing a fit, tossing aside staff members and equipment alike in his fit of rage over losing while Paper Bag Man tries to calm him down.

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

JH: Our next match in the evening is a very important one for both men.

TM: Yeah, Onikage so far hasn’t been placed in any match for the card for Summer of Sin and Remy, the idiot, needs momentum.

JH: A win here could get Onikage a spot on the card or it could solidify Remy’s spot as the contender to Dante’s title and even give him momentum going into the match against Dante.

TM: But also Onikage plans on using Remy much like he did Carl, to send a message to Kailey Lane.

JH: While I may not like Onikage, I personally see this a fifty fifty chance type situation. As the two times these two men have met were in tag team matches, and each of them got a win over the other.

TM: Yeah but Remy’s win was ages ago and besides, Onikage seems to be more focused than Remy on this match.

JH: True, if Remy does overlook him he runs the risk of Onikage pulling off a victory.

TM: As it should be, since that Cajun thief shouldn’t be any where near Dante or his title.

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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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


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

TM: I seriously hope Onikage can continue this trend of derailing Cajuns and making them cry like babies.

JH: He didn’t make Carl cry!

TM: Yeah he did, I saw it with my own eyes, I even showed it to your mother after we were done making hanky panky, Carl cried like a woman watching Little Women.

JH: That is so far away from facts and the truth that it resembles a spider’s web it is so tangled up.


MA: Introducing first…Hailing from Parts Unknown he weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds, and stands in at six feet and two inches….HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!


“Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance, but this evening he is not alone…

[align=center]“Coming around my senses torn
Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed
As long as you see it as long as you know
As long as you fake it nobody knows”
[/align]

As Remy steps out of the shadow he is flanked by the unwavering cool of one Stefan Wallace, who himself pauses for a moment, leaning on his cane as he takes in the sights and sounds that bombard his senses.

JH: This is a dangerous game Remy’s playing here.

TM: Man, that guy’s nearly as huge as Carl.

Both men make their way along the raised aisle, Remy’s usual adrenaline fuelled antics slightly dampened by his bosses presence, the arena lights glinting off the beads of sweat that form on his usually cool and cocky brow. He waves and smiles as Stefan follows on behind him, his expression unchanged as he looks from side to side at the screaming crowd.

[align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering
My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”
[/align]

As Remy reaches the apron he sits on the middle rope, pushing the top one up so that the boss man can enter. Stefan nods in appreciation and steps on through to the ring, straightening himself before moving into the middle of the squared circle and taking in the thousands of jeering fans that surround him. Remy follows and moves around him, stopping behind him and glaring up at the entrance, his eyes nervously, his face frozen as he waits.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, apparently accompanied by ---

Anderson is abruptly interrupted as an all too familiar tune rattles through the arena speakers.

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

JH: Oh god. Here we go.

Rich mariachi music begins to play, scintillating the crowd with the promise of something spicy. However, nothing spicy this way comes as the lights cut and the entryway is illuminated a dusty yellow. The giant shape of the skull cowboy doesn’t even appear. Confused, Stefan turns to Remy, who acts innocent and a little confused himself.

JH: Well, it looks like Remy got double-crossed! I can only imagine what’s going to happen no--

Suddenly, the skull cowboy BURSTS from the crowd, VAULTING the barricade and grasping the top rope with both hands as he THROWS himself into the ring!

TM: How dare you insult the skull cowboy’s integrity, Hitchen! ESPECIALLY when it comes to murderlizing someone!

JH: Oh, well, I guess I stand corrected.[/sarcasm]

Stefan looks from Remy, retreating to the corner, to the skull cowboy advancing upon him.

JH: I never thought I’d see someone who’s a match in height for the skull cowboy, but Stefan comes close, if he doesn’t match it!

TM: He doesn’t have anywhere near the cowboy’s strength, though!

We THINK we hear the words “I have a message for you” from the cowboy’s moving jaw, but there’s no real time to think about that as he makes a FIST with Stefan’s neck in it!

TM: There we go! It’s on!

Cowboy drags his face right next to his skull, staring him dead in the eyes as Stefan tries to pry himself loose. He gets a hard cane shot to cowboy’s kneecap, which causes the monster to relinquish his grip, though before Stefan can move fully back, cowboy grabs his tie and pulls it tight, YANKING Stefan forward! The giant man is dragged from his feet, and the cowboy ensures he doesn’t try any more funny business with an INCAPACITATING knee to the face!

JH: Can you imagine what Remy’ll go through after this!? I can’t believe he’d align himself with the skull cowboy like this!

TM: He’s his partner’s partner, Hitchen! He’s gotta do what’s right!

JH: You call THIS right!?

The cowboy keeps his hold on Stefan’s tie, pulling him off his feet and BITCH-SLAPPING the taste and a wad of blood from Stefan’s mouth! He flails frantically and with the determination of a doomed man with his cane, hitting cowboy in the ribs and bicep, leaving thick, red welts on his arm. The cowboy shoves his palm upward to Stefan’s neck, and FORCES the man across the ring. Cowboy walks over, places his boot on Stefan’s chest, and claims the cane from his hands.

JH: Oh this is just going from bad to worse… it’s a god damn mugging!

The skull cowboy wastes no time in bludgeoning “poor” Stefan Wallace with the cane, senselessly beating upon his ribs and kidneys with it until it snaps in two. The cowboy flings it away, his shoulders heaving with burning anger.

JH: Just end this, cowboy! Put an end to this insanity!

The cowboy obliges, but I’m sure in no way Hitchen preferred. He kneels at the head of the beaten and broken man, taking it in both of his mighty hands and SQUEEEZING it like a ripe melon!

JH: GOOD GOD! SOMEONE PUT A STOP TO THIS!!!

Stefan begins writhing as though having a seizure, and thick lines of crimson life begin leaking out of his nose, dribbling down into his mouth!

TM: HOLY SHIT!

JH: HE’S KILLING HIM!! SKULL COWBOY IS CRUSHING HIS DAMN BRAIN!! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!!!

Referees and security officials begin to flood the ring, but before anything occurs, the cowboy releases Stefan’s head, rather abruptly, and stands.

JH: WHAT NOW!? WHAT NOW!?

… nothing. The cowboy looks down at Stefan’s body with disdain, thumbing some blood from his nose. He turns to Remy, stalking in his direction. Remy looks like he’s tensing his muscles for a fight, but no fight happens. The cowboy presses his bloody thumb against Remy’s forehead and smears it in a streak. We barely hear above the confusion of the crowd “This blood’s for you…” before the cowboy turns and looms calmly toward the back.

JH: This is insane! The skull cowboy just assaulted Stefan!

TM: Yeah, so? It was friggin’ awesome to watch and I didn’t see Remy or Onikage stopping it.

JH: You’d actually expect Remy who set it all up or Onikage of all people to stop it?

TM: What do you mean of all people? Onikage is a very kind man, very giving person.

While Remy is still distracted by the skull cowboy’s aftermath and the officials trying to get it out of the ring, Onikage sneaks up from behind and dives, clubbing the back of Remy’s knee cap and sending the Cajun to his knees. Onikage casually gets back up to his feet and stomps on the back of Remy’s knee cap, ignoring the officials trying to get Wallace out of the ring and to some much needed medical help, Logan Black just now notices Onikage stomping away on Remy and calls for the bell.


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


TM: Alright! This match is finally under way!

JH: What the hell?! Remy was blind sided and being assaulted almost like his former boss was a few moments ago!

TM: Maybe it’s some cosmic form of karma?

JH: Or maybe Logan is in the pocket of Madison Lee who seems to want to ruin Remy’s personal and professional life.

Onikage snatches hold of Remy’s ankle and lifts his limp leg up into the air, before with thunderous strength slamming Remy’s knee cap into the canvas, he lifts up Remy’s leg again as Barteaux writhes in pain, placing it between his own legs. Roughly he drops down to his knees, stabbing his own knee cap into the back of Remy’s as his other leg holds Remy’s in place, with no where to go to release some of the pressure of a knee cap driving into the back of his own. The Straight Edge Savior pushes himself up to his feet as Remy tries to crawl away and get up to his feet, he clutches at the middle rope as he gets up onto his good leg and then tries to place weight onto his hurting one, only for Onikage to hurry over and connect with a low side kick to the back of his knee cap, jarring Remy and sending him tumbling back down to the canvas. Perhaps in a rather smart move on the Cajun’s part he slides out of the ring, he limps a little bit away from the ring, wincing and groaning each time he places his weight on his damaged leg, Onikage follows right after him to the outside and Logan isn’t too far behind the masked wrestler, Onikage slowly stalks towards Remy as he tries to create distance between Onikage and him.

JH: Onikage has been merciless with that leg ever since before the bell even rang, already it is becoming apparent the affects of his work on the leg too.


[align=center]1![/align]


TM: And it is a brilliant move on Onikage’s part, because without his leg Remy can’t hit the Mob Hit, without his leg Remy can’t support the weight to hit the Cajun Drawl.


[align=center]2![/align]


JH: That was actually a rather insightful and educated observation on the match Thomas, I’m impressed.


[align=center]3![/align]


TM: Yeah, nearly as brilliant as Beast was in X3 since he was pretty much…ya know…the only brilliant thing in X3…


[align=center]4![/align]


Barteaux turns around to see Onikage coming his way, the Cajun goes for a kick to the mid-section with his hurting leg only for Onikage to catch it, it doesn’t even take more than a few seconds for Onikage to twirl, delivering a dragon leg screw to Remy and sending the two of them dropping to the ringside floor. The smaller of the two wrestlers crawls at the barricade, trying to grip it to get back up to his feet as the fans pat him and cheer him on, mean while Onikage pushes himself back up to his feet, he advances on Remy only for the Cajun to wrap his ankles around Onikage’s leg, he drop toe holds him right into the barricade with a nasty thud. Logan checks on Onikage as Remy clutches at his hurt leg, obviously doing a bit of damage to it too when he did the drop toe hold, throwing his arms over the barricade to prop himself up a bit, he looks around at the sea of humanity cheering him on, except for a few Straight Edge kids in the crowd who scream bloody murder at him. Pushing himself up onto his feet Remy limps over to Onikage, snatching a handful of his messy dark locks and pulling him up onto his feet, Remy looks out at the few Straight Edge kids and flips them off before he slams Onikage mask first into the barricade once more, getting a massive cheer from the other fans as Remy attempts to bash Onikage’s brains in with the barricade by repeatedly doing it.

TM: Hey! That’s no fair!


[align=center]5![/align]


JH: What’s not fair?


[align=center]6![/align]


TM: Remy is cheating! He is using the barricade!


[align=center]7![/align]


JH: What are you talking about? While it may not be exactly the most sportsmen like thing to do, it isn’t illegal.


[align=center]8![/align]


Craning his neck over to the side Remy looks over at Logan who is complaining at him, asking him to take it back into the ring, the Cajun merely scoffs at Logan’s sudden urge to have them get back into the ring now that Remy is on the advantage, but Logan’s badgering serves it’s purpose, to distract Remy. A swift martial arts kick to behind him, aiming and hitting it’s mark on the front of Remy’s knee cap, sends Barteaux dropping down to his knees behind Onikage, the masked man shakes his head, shaking the cobwebs out of it before he snatches Remy by his dirty blonde locks and drags him towards the ring, throwing him in and sliding in after him with Logan Black right behind them. But as soon as Onikage get out from under the bottom rope Remy dives on top of him, hammering his opponent wildly with punches, Barteaux straddles Onikage’s waist as he looks on with fury, trying to pummel Onikage into the canvas, all the Straight Edge Savior can do is try to cover up from the punches, Logan circles around the pair and seems to be trying to find some thing wrong with the situation. There is not an ounce of mercy in Remy’s punches as he tries to target all the easily broken areas of the, in this case masked, face, after several minutes of getting just pounded on Onikage manages to hook his leg against the bottom rope, which makes Logan as happy as can be as he gets to call Remy off of Onikage, Remy grudgingly stops punching and gets up off of Onikage.

JH: For a brief moment Onikage gained back the advantage, but Remy quickly took back over once they got back into the ring.

TM: Yeah, Remy showing just why he’s nothing more than a common street thug.

JH: Yes well I’m sure Remy has quite a lot to be frustrated about these days, the Dante ordeal, Logan Black’s constant screwy decisions and Onikage sneak attacking him.

TM: He didn’t sneak attack, he merely took advantage of an opening that Remy left in the wide open range.

Limping around the ring Remy looks out at the rings and he, in a much more gentle fashion than probably normal, slaps his hand against his hurting leg, calling for an attempt at the Mob Hit, he limps over to the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring from Onikage, bending down slightly and getting ready to take off when he needs to. Slowly Onikage staggers up to his feet, holding his masked face with one hand, seeming to be checking to see if any thing is too badly hurt as he does so Remy starts limping across the ring, though at a much faster pace than he had been and obviously trying to run at Onikage, in a dazed state Onikage turns around and finds Remy’s boot moments away from colliding with his head. And it would’ve had Onikage not snatched it from in mid-air and kick Remy’s other leg out from under him, quickly Onikage steps his right leg over Remy’s body and arches back with Remy’s hurting leg in his hands, locking in a single leg boston crab on the Cajun, who is quite obviously in pain by the way he is screaming and yelling out in French, Logan Black smiles brightly and kneels down in front of Remy, almost taunting him more than asking if he gives up, which only seems to make the speed at which the French is flying out of Remy’s mouth increase. Onikage leans back to the point where his hair isn’t much more than a few inches from touching Remy’s upper back, Remy continues to wiggle and writhe in pain as he tries to reach out for the ropes that are oh so far away, slowly he oddly enough starts to lift his free leg up, wildly he starts trying to kick Onikage off of him but the sXe Savior keeps his submission hold locked in, that is until Remy’s boot meets the groin area of Onikage causing him to lose his balance just enough for Remy to use his leg to push Onikage back and him falling down onto the canvas just in front of Remy and nearly falling onto Logan, who didn’t see a thing as he was too busy taunting Remy, Barteaux quickly flips his body and takes Onikage for a squashed position into a modified roll up pin, bridging over Onikage as Logan grumbles but starts the count on the pin fall.

TM: Crap! Remy was so close to submitting!

JH: He may very well have, but he managed to reverse it into a roll up!


[align=center]1![/align]


TM: Come on Onikage! Kick out damn it!

JH: We very well could see Remy sailing into Summer of Sin with clear skies!


[align=center]2![/align]


TM: Stupid Cajun with his cheap tricks!

JH: Roll up pins aren’t cheap tricks.


[align=center]3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
[/align]


TM: Aw hell!

JH: Remy did it! Remy won it!


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


”Shatter” starts playing over the P.A. system as Remy releases the roll up, the two wrestlers’ bodies flopping like fishes as they unravel. Remy stumbles up to his feet and smirks slightly as he makes Logan lift up his arm in victory while Onikage rolls out of the ring, looking quite unhappy.[/i]

[align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Lita Maivia
Member Avatar
Legend
[ *  *  *  *  * ]
The camera fades into a locker room, and by the looks of who is in it, it is Onikage’s. Onikage sits on the bench with a towel over his head and an ice pack in his one hand, his students are packing things up. Suddenly the door opens, drawing all the locker room’s current residents’ attention to it, JJ steps through the door way rather casual. A few of the students look amongst one another before quickly returning to their duties as Onikage glares up from his sitting position at his pupil. JJ looks around and notices the slight bit of hostility in the air and blinks a few times.

JJ: What?

Onikage stands up from his sitting position and storms over to his head pupil.

Onikage: Where have you been? You told Larry that you were just going out for some air and you go missing for two weeks?!

JJ: Like I said I was just going out to get some a-

Onikage: Going out to get some air generally means a few minutes, if that. Explain yourself now JJ-chan!

JJ looks up at Onikage with a hint of annoyance at all the anger, but shakes his head and sighs.

JJ: Look, I just decided to take some time out for myself and think about a few things. I didn’t think it mattered much since you weren’t booked last week any ways, although…

He trails off and looks Onikage up and down a few times, an uncertain expression appears on his face.

JJ: I take it I missed your match against Remy?

A snarl seeps out from behind Onikage’s mask and from under the towel.

Onikage: Yes, you did JJ-chan, now answer me one more question.

JJ: What is it sensei?

The Straight Edge Savior leans in close, so close JJ’s face is partly hidden by the towel Onikage has on his head, his voice full of venom.

Onikage: Why is it exactly that you smell of flowers?

All of the students turn their attention back to JJ as Onikage remains up close to his student, awaiting an answer. JJ looks all around him, from Onikage to each of the other students, looking rather uneasy.

JJ: Huh? …Oh, uh, that is the new cologne I decided to try out, wild flowers it’s called.

Onikage growls slightly but stands back up straight and turns his back on JJ, who as soon as he does sighs a small silent sigh of relief.

Onikage: Help the others JJ-chan, now.

JJ nods and hurries over to the others, disappearing off camera, Onikage growls rather low and dangerously before the camera fades else where.

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

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

[align=center]BLEED!
BLEED!

BLEED IT OUT!

YEAH!
[/align]
Graver steps past the strobes and fog so that his whole body is visible, getting pelted by boos and a few pieces of garbage. He sighs and shakes his head at the fans' immaturity, then beckons to the curtain. Following him on the way to ringside are Graver's mom, half-brother, and dad. They corral around his corner as he ducks under the top rope, sighing and looking rather discontent with things. Graver moves to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up on top of it, looking out over the fans with general dismay before dismounting and relaxing in the corner.

TM: You know, this man is pure brilliance. We went out on the town last night.

JH: Oh, you did not.

TM: Yes we did. We're going to Red Lobster tonight afterwards.

JH: *sighs*

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

JH: Now here is a man worth cheering for.

TM: Not unless it's his funeral!

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

Graver and Storm circle around the ring and Graver runs towards Rob Storm and unloading with immediate punches. He punches Rob back into the ropes, but Storm sends a stiff hook to Graver, sending him swaggering back Rob starts to unload HARSH chops to Gravers chest, Graver swinging his arms back to keep himself balanced. Sorta like he's doing a reverse Mongolian Chop. The crowd does the traditional thing and woos for him.

[align=center]CHOP!

"WOO!"

CHOP!

"WOO!"

CHOP!

"WOO!"[/align]

After the third one, Graver falls on his ass.

JH: Rob Storm taking advantage early in the match. If things keep going like this, Graver won't get his title back!

TM: Bullshit, Hitchens! You just wait.

Graver hops back up to his feet and tries to take Rob Storm with a flying forearm smash, and succeeds! Once Rob is on the ground Graver quickly takes advantage and starts punching rob in the face repeatedly.

TM: See? What'd I tell ya?

However, Thomas spoke too soon as Rob starts punching Graver in the stomache really hard, and Graver jumps a little each time. After about the 4th punch, Graver rolls off of Storm.

JH: I to--

TM: Shut up. Shut the Hell up.

Rob Storm pulls Graver up and whips him into the turnbuckle. He follows up quickly by running after him and dropkicking Graver into the turnbuckle. Graver slumps into a heap in the turnbuckle, but shakes the cobwebs out and hops up. Rob tries to deliver some forearms to Graver's back, but Graver manages a tough spear right into the middle of the ring, leaving Rob wrenching in pain.

JH: Ouch!

TM: Yeah, your mom said the same thing last night!

Graver gets up starts stomping on Rob repeatedly. Rob crawls over to the ropes Graver locks him into a choke-hold on the bottom rope, pushing his knee on the back of Rob's neck, forcing the other side of his nugbone into the rop. The ref starts a count.

[align=center]1!

2!

3!

4!
[/align]

Graver lets go, stands over Rob's head and flicks him off. He jumps up high to land an elbow drop but Rob moves right out of the way. Graver rolls to his feet, clutching his elbow, and Rob follows up with a knee to his forehead. Graver falls backwards and rolls out of the ring to recuperate. Rob Storm slides out after him and Graver, now on his feet, kicks him in the stomach. Graver grabs Rob's neck and tights and rams him head first into the guardrail!

TM: Yes! You see, Hitchen? Graver's gonna kick this pansy boy's ass!

Rob, laying in a pile on the floor, is kicked around by Graver, until Graver feels it's time to get back into the ring. The ref's ring-out count only got to 4, and Graver picks Rob up, throws him in, and heads up the turnbuckle. As soon as he gets to the top, he jumps off to nail an knee drop, only to meet Mr. Canvas in all his glory. Rob Storm pulls himself to his feet, and runs over to Graver and drops a knee onto his head to keep him down. He then locks on a Arm Scissorlock and Graver thrashes about, and then starts kicking his legs into the mat, sending them in some sort of weird circle.

JH: Wonderfully applied Arm Scissor... lookit this! Graver is in pure pain!

TM: As much as I hate to say it, this is actually kinda funny.

Graver finally gets his foot on the rope and Storm lets go. Storm gets to his feet and looks around, as Graver pulls himself up using the ropes. Rob turns around and meets Graver's bicep as he's taken down with a clothesline. Both men are quick to their feet however, and the match then turns into a brawl, as they start throwing punches back and forth. Graver finally manages to back Rob into a corner, and starts going to work on his midsection as though he were tenderizing meat. Rob eventually gains his bearings and tosses Graver into the turnbuckle and starts punching the unholy Hell out of him. Graver then socks him in the face and Rob backs off, clutching his nose.

JH: Now that's not fair! That's cheating!

TM: I don't hear a bell, do you?

JH: No.

TM: Then obviously the officials don't have a problem with it!

Graver follows up this cheap shot with a Ric Flair-style chop-block. Rob, either deliberately or accidently, manages to fall back onto Graver.

JH: See? Rob Storm is just too wise for Graver. Every time Graver tries to take him down, Rob gets back up!

TM: Yeah, right, shaddup.

Rob rolls onto his belly and gets to his feet, while Graver does the same. Rob starts with the chops again, but Graver grabs his arm and punches him square in the gut. They lock into a tie-up and start a test of strength.

JH: And now we see yet another display of male testosterone acting up.

Graver manages to get Rob to stoop a bit and out of nowhere, Graver nails his signature stunner!

TM: BAM!

Graver looks down, shouts DON'T FUCK WITH MY FAMILY, ROB!", then laughs to himself and goes for the pin!

[align=center]1![/align]

JH: This can't be the end of it! Get up, Rob!

[align=center]2![/align]

TM: He's done!

[align=center]No he's not! Kickout![/align]

TM: God DAMMIT.

JH: What did I tell you?! What did I tell you?!

Rob lays there panting and Graver gets up, looking around in disbelief. Graver picks Rob up and locks him into a front headlock, but Rob DRIVES him into the turnbuckle with a spear!

JH: ... ouch.

TM: I second that.

Rob gets up and gives the fans a thumbs up, as they cheer him on.

TM: Fan hugger.

JH: And what exactly is wrong with that?

Rob grabs Graver and lifts him up and hooks him in a front headlock. He lifts Graver into the air, and brings him down with a classic Vertical Suplex. Graver hops to his feet though, on a sudden adrenaline rush. Rob runs at him and Graver simply ducks low and sends Rob into the air with a superb Back Body Drop.

TM: The man's invincible!

JH: As much as I dislike him, that was a well executed Back Body Drop.

Rob writhes in pain as Graver bows his head, then raises both middle fingers with his arms extended.

Graver: DOUUUUBLE DEEEEUUUUUUUUUUCE!!!

TM: Folks, we could see a finisher here soon!

Graver goes over to a kneeling Storm and sets him for the Vicinity of Obscenity, much to Hitchen's chagrin.

TM: Sweeeet!

But no! Rob runs and pushes Graver into the ropes and he falls outside of the ring. Rob runs to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and shoots through the top and middle rope out of the ring and onto Graver. Graver and Rob lay sprawled, as the fans go nuts.

TM: Fuck!

JH: All Rob Storm has to do is capitalize on this and it's his! Come on Rob, it's within your grasp!

TM: Graver has got to be PISSED! Kick his ass, Graver!

Rob rolls into the ring and lies there, exhausted as the ring out count starts.

[align=center]1!

2!
[/align]

TM: No! This isn't fair!

[align=center]3![/align]

Graver begins to stir...

[align=center]4!

5!
[/align]

Graver starts to get to his feet...

[align=center]6!

7!
[/align]

TM: Stop wasting time! Get the Hell in there!

[align=center]8![/align]

Much to Thomas's joy, Graver finally gets into the ring, but Rob Storm is waiting for him. Rob stomps quickly as though a shitload of cockroaches were let loose across the ring. Well, I guess you could consider Graver a cockroach, but back to the match. Rob pulls Graver up by his hair and hooks his arm, and HEAVES him over with a hip toss.

JH: Graver getting owned once again!

TM: He is not! He's just having an off day!

Graver's "off day" gets worse as Rob gives him a Shock to the Spine. He waits patiently for Graver to get up, then lifts him up and slams him down with a scoop slam. Rob points up to the sky, signalling a possible finisher.

TM: Oh God no.

Rob walks slowly over to the turnbuckle and hops up and the fans get louder, as they anticipate the end for Graver.

JH: I think it's over for your favorite, Thomas!

TM: No, he'll move! Watch!

JH: I doubt it...

Rob leaps off the turnbuckle and as if in slow motion, drives his elbow into Graver's chest.

JH: High Voltage! He just hit the High Voltage! No more FSC for Graver!

TM: He'll kick out! I swear!

JH: *laughs* You have gone delusional.

Rob Storm finally covers.

[align=center]1!

2!
[/align]

TM: NO!

[align=center]YES! 3![/align]

JH: Rob wins it! There isn't a more deserving champion!

TM: Whatever... God dammit...

JH: He beat his adversary fair and square! You couldn't ask for a better victory! He's certainly earned it!

Rob slumps into a corner as the ref runs over and hands him the belt. He raises Rob's hand and the belt as Hunting High And Low plays through the loud speakers once more. Rob waves to the crowd and rolls out of the ring, leaving Graver there in a pile of... well... Graver.

[align=center]“Better to have a known enemy than a forced ally.”[/align]

**Two sets of pictures appear on the big screen in the TNT arena, accompanied by a voice over of the above phase. One displays Swytch and Kennedy, side by side, embracing their… alliance. The other is a less friendly visual of Ragin’ and Kailey. The two then appear concurrently beside one another, with the image of Swytch and Kennedy starting to flicker with the sharp heat of flames until it disintegrates entirely. The video zooms in on the face of Ragin’, holding his cold, angry expression in place. Suddenly, it curls into a smile as the still is replaced by a live video feed from somewhere backstage.**

Ragin’: “As impressed as I was that Swytch and Kennedy can flick through the dictionary together until they stumble upon the word ‘scream’, I fear they missed something. Sure there are screams of pain, and screams of pleasure but what about the cruellest, most desperate screams of all?

Those that go… unheard.”

**The camera zooms out, placing Ragin’ in an empty corridor. He stands motionless, looking oddly pleased with himself about something or another.**

Ragin’: “Those are the screams I expect from you two. Two people locked in a terrible and complex lie. You see, what you thought you saw between Kailey and I this week? That was a fabrication, it is my way of putting up a light to illuminate the darkness that lays before you both. There are no partnerships, there only struggles. Struggles against one another, struggles against ourselves.

In this business, some of the darker aspects of human nature are amplified to a near terrifying extreme, chiefly that of ‘might makes right‘, and our overwhelming desire to dominate one another in every realm of existence. Why else would Kennedy sell out her ‘friends’ and ‘beliefs‘? Why else does having that belt, something only you have and everyone else wants, make you tingle deep down in that twisted excuse for soul, Swytch?

There are no room for friendships, for alliances, for companionship or feelings here. Surrounded as we are by thousands of baying fans every week, we are never so alone. Kennedy? You wish to learn? Then first you must realise that you cannot see the lesson if you stand behind the teacher, no, no, my dear. You have stand in his face, eyeball to eyeball and be prepared to put that lesson to the test every single day.

Ultimately we are all about the self, we need to use other people for our own ends, yet we delude ourselves into thinking that it is not so sinister. The closest thing to something good we have is mutual gain, where two people can leech off one another for a time, to fulfil one another’s needs, to ride each other’s coat tails until it is time to get off.”

**Natalya steps into the picture, and the point is that perhaps you should note the timing. She runs a hand down Ragin’s arm and turns to the camera, smiling wickedly. His eyes turn to her before he continues his speech.**

Ragin’: “Perhaps you simply enjoy the lie, perhaps you’re manipulating this to your own ends. But be careful, don’t get attached, don’t start to believe the lie otherwise that mutual gain starts to become a mutual handicap. That’s your weakness.

And my strength is that I see the true reality that sits giggling behind our network of half-truths and falsifications, and I know when to use to my advantage.”

**Ragin’ turns around to face someone off screen.**

Ragin’: “Isn’t that right… partner?”

**Kailey steps into view and watches as Ragin’ extends his hand toward her. She glances down, looking slightly uneasy but eventually reaches her hand out and clasps his. Ragin’ turns his head slowly back to the camera.**

Ragin’: “Kailey and I? We have much to gain from being a team now, from besting the two of you. I know her not because of one night, but because I have seen how she fights, how she rises to a challenge and how she reacts to my actions. Am I her teacher? No. Has she learned much from me? Undoubtedly, and I from her. It is times of great stress that test us, that wipe away our exteriors and show our true selves. That true self will forever remain buried while you hide behind another.”

**Ragin’ and Kailey move apart. She frowns a little, perhaps puzzling over his words, leaving us to wonder just how in on the ‘act’ she is. He turns and starts to walk down the corridor, away from the camera. Kailey and Natalya eventually fall in step beside him as we fade out.**

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

JH: Ladies and gentlemen, in under two weeks FIW presents Summer of Sin live on Sunday, June 11th! We will be live in the desert of Las Vegas, Nevada and I can guarantee it’ll be an unforgettable event!

TM: How could it not be? Check out the card.

JH: That’s what we’re gonna do here now, Thomas. First up, FIW Tag Team Championships are going to be defended at the PPV. First time in a long time we’re going to have two TNT Tag Teams matching up for this one.

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

TM: Smarty Smark’s remaining Funky Bunch Extreme Ninja #2 and Alex Evans are getting the opportunity to take on the team of Carl Lucas and the skull cowboy. Nobody’s been able to stop them yet. Will the Funky Bunch pull off the upset?

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

JH: And then there’s the Fighting Spirit Championship. Graver failed to capture it tonight but Madison Lee says that the title WILL be defended by Rob Storm at the pay-per-view. Who will get that chance? We’ll find out next week!

[align=center] Posted Image[/align]

TM: Don’t forget about the Ultimate Endurance Championship. Dante Coles is going to finish Remy Barteaux off for good as they face off at Summer of Sin with the gold on the line!

JH: This will be Remy’s second Ultimate Endurance title shot ever but the problems between Remy and Dante are almost endless. And, ladies and gentlemen, the ladies will also be locking up at Summer of Sin.

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

TM: Kailey and Kennedy, former best friends, well they just can’t seem to get along now to save their lives. Even after Kennedy set up that nice surprise for Kailey last week.

JH: That was not a surprise. That was a cruel joke for Kennedy’s amusement. I guarantee that Kailey cannot wait to get Kennedy alone in that ring. And we’re about to get a preview of it here in a heartbeat or two.

TM: Speaking of which… the Dual Crown Championship.

[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

JH: The top prize is finally going up for grabs in the main-event! Swytch and Ragin’ are locked into a contract for this match. Assuming neither breach the contract tonight and implode in the ring tonight, they’ll be facing off at Summer of Sin for the Dual Crown Championship!

TM: And Swytch gets to name what type of match they’ll be having. Tier defeated Kailey Lane last week so now Swytch has the honor of naming the poison in which he’ll kill Ragin’s career with.

MA: The following mixed tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Now in this match, the Dual Crown Champion Swytch and the number one contender Ragin’ cannot have any physical interaction. If either one lays a hand on the other, they will suffer as stated in their title match contract. As a result, Kennedy and Kailey become automatically legal without a tag anytime Ragin’ or Swytch are tagged into the ring.

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

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


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

MA: Introducing first, the team of KENNEDY and the DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… SSSWWWYYYYTTTCCCHHHH!!!

TM: What an impressive team.

JH: Yeah, they’re great. Maybe if they spent more time prepare and less time up on each other, they could have a chance here tonight.

TM: You don’t think they have a chance? You don’t think a former Dual Crown Champion and the CURRENT Dual Crown Champion stand a chance against two people who’ve failed to capture it?

JH: Well… I… if you want to put that way, I guess they could be a threat here tonight.

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

TM: I can’t wait to see Swytch and Kennedy make Kailey scream.

JH: You’re assuming Kailey won’t make them scream?

TM: She can if she wants. I’d love to see her make Kennedy scream. Man, that’d be hot!

JH: You badly need a girlfriend.

"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 their opponents, introducing first from Nashville, Tennessee… KAILEY LLLAANNNNE!!!

JH: Kailey can’t wait to get her hands on Kennedy here tonight and I can’t either.

TM: But don’t forget what Ragin’ said. She needs to take care of Swytch tonight because he can’t.

JH: That’s right. As Michael Anderson reminded us, any physical contact between Swytch and Ragin’ would be a violation of their contract. And neither want to breach that.

TM: Right. Swytch’ll lose his title or Ragin’ll lose his contendership. As well as their job!

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

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

MA: And finally, being accompanied by Natalya Vladek, from Bogorodskoye, Russian; weighing in at two hundred and seventy-seven pounds; he is the number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship… RRAAAGGGIINNN’!

JH: I worry about Ragin’ and Kailey’s ability to function as a tag team here tonight.

TM: You don’t think they can?

JH: No, I really don’t. Not even if they have an understanding. Kailey wants to get at Kennedy, and rightfully so. I’m not so sure she’ll be able to bury that rage down enough to focus on taking Swytch out at the moment.

TM: You never know, Kailey might surprise you.

JH: She’s built a career on surprising us.

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

JH: Natalya certainly doesn’t trust Kailey. We can’t forget about the history those two women have.

TM: It’s not history if it’s still going on, Hitchen. Those two women will never be on the same page. But maybe we could get them on the same bed.

JH: I wish for one match you could have the maturity level above twelve.

TM: Maybe one day I’ll surprise you like Kailey does.

JH: I won’t hold my breath.

The two teams converse in their corners, trying to decide how to start the match. They come to the realization that they have to figure out who is going to start for the other side as well. Swytch steps forward, electing himself. Ragin’ steps forward, shaking his head no and pointing to himself. Swytch stares at him, unmoving as Kailey tries to let Ragin’ just let her start.

JH: Looks like some argument about who’s going to start the match.

TM: Swytch wants to start but Ragin’ says he’s gonna start.

JH: Well they both can’t start the match. One of them has to back down.

The two men nearly get in one another’s face, being sure to keep themselves from coming in any contact that might screw them out of their jobs. Out of nowhere, Kennedy spears an unsuspecting Kailey. She floats into a mount and begins getting revenge for Kailey’s attack last week!

JH: And it looks like Kennedy and Kailey are starting!

The bell sounds, signaling that this is official, and Tony Clarke immediately begins shoving Ragin’ to the corner as he attempts to intervene. Swytch just giggles as he backs into his corner and exits to the apron. Kennedy climbs to her feet, dragging Kailey up with two handfuls of hair. She takes a step and FLINGS KAILEY ACROSS THE RING BY HER HAIR!

TM: Ow! Kailey’s gonna end up walking around bald if Kennedy keeps that up.

JH: A… hairmare? Is that what that was?

TM: It might not have a name, why does everything have to have a name?

JH: Just helpful is all.

Kennedy moves over to Kailey, stepping on as much of the woman’s short hair as she can before grabbing Kailey’s arms and pulling up! Kailey kicks her legs and screams out as Kennedy attempts to rip her hair out by the roots. Tony Clarke starts a count and Kennedy releases her before the five. She holds her hands up as if she’s innocent only to return to the tactic! Again, she’s forced to release it or risk a disqualification.

JH: Kennedy better watch herself. Tony Clarke’ll disqualify her and Swytch if she doesn’t follow the rules.

TM: You sound so true blue. Tony Clarke doesn’t disqualify people. He counts, points, and occasionally mouths the rules to them.

JH: That’s not true. He tends to get knocked out sometimes too.

TM: Quite easily!

Kennedy drags Kailey up, and gets her legs taken out from under her by Kailey! Kailey falls back and tosses Kennedy throat first into the middle rope with a slingshot! Kennedy holds her throat as she climbs back to her feet. Her eyes widen when she spots Kailey up and quickly ducks between the ropes before Kailey can makes a move. Kennedy holds her hand out and commands Clarke to hold her back. TC does his job and backs Kailey up as Kennedy’s in the ropes.

JH: Oh, how nice. Kailey recovers from Kennedy’s blindsiding attack and now Kennedy needs a moment to rest.

TM: She did just get thrown throat first across the ropes, Hitchen! Have some compassion!

JH: Kailey almost had her hair ripped out!

TM: It’ll grow back.

With much urging from TC, Kennedy pulls herself free from the ropes. She smoothes out her shirts and then nods her head, telling Kailey that they’re ready to go. The two women begin to circle each other, Kailey’s gaze burning a hole in her former best friend. They both move in for a collar and elbow tie-up… and Kennedy backs off! She reaches over and tags Swytch. Giving a shrug and a grin in Kailey’s direction, Kennedy exit’s the ring to much boos from the crowd.

JH: Oh come on! What is this? She doesn’t want to fight Kailey when the ground is even?

TM: The mat looked unleveled to you to begin with?

JH: Don’t break down my metaphors.

TM: Check.

Swytch calmly steps into the ring, Kailey’s attention drawn to Ragin’ as he shouts something to her. Kailey just shakes her head, glancing over to Kennedy who remains peaceful as can be on the apron with a smug grin on her face. Kailey mutters something under her breath that would likely cause children to ask their parents what she just called Kennedy. Regardless, she focuses her attention on Swytch. The two move in for a collar and elbow tie-up and Swytch ducks around her! He clubs Kailey in the back and then shoves her chest first into the turnbuckle! Swytch hooks her up, lifts her into the air AND DRIVES HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINNING OUT POWERBOMB!

JH: A spinning out power bomb by Swytch!

TM: Kailey’s head doesn’t seem in the game here.

JH: Blame that on Kennedy who blindsided her and then bailed out before Kailey could get back into the fight.

TM: Well she’s gotta get her mind off Kennedy and on Swytch if she plans to survive here.

Swytch steps forward and drops an elbow on the chest of Kailey. He stands back up and drops another elbow! He stands up again and… STOMPS on her chest! Ragin’ yells some unkind words at his Summer of Sin opponent in between words of encouragement (is that right? Yeah.) to his tag team partner. Swytch drags Kailey up by the hair, hooking her into a chancery before lifting her vertically in the air. Kailey hangs there for a moment before Swytch twists and DROPS HER INTO THE CANVAS!

JH: A twisting vertical suplex! That doesn’t do Kailey any favors in focusing.

TM: Not with all the blood having rushed to her head. Swytch and Kennedy really planned well for this encounter.

JH: It looks like you may be right, Thomas.

Swytch climbs back to his feet, taking a stroll past Ragin’ and simply staring him down. Ragin’ returns the gaze, refusing to budge as Swytch passes him by. His stroll takes him back to Kailey and he drags the woman back up. Kailey comes alive, breaking his hold on her. She throws a roundhouse kick that knocks Swytch upside the head. He stumbles backwards but regains his footing. His teeth bear and the champ growls at his opponent. Kailey doesn’t hesitate, throwing another roundhouse kick! Swytch takes it and stumbles back another couple of steps but remains standing.

JH: Kailey’s trying to make a comeback but… what’s it gonna take to knock Swytch down?

TM: More than those kicks, that’s for sure.

Kailey throws another one but Swytch catches it! Which is exactly what Kailey wanted! She kicks off the other foot, CRACKING SWYTCH UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH AN ENZIGUIRI!

JH: An enziguiri by Kailey! Excellent execution!

TM: That’s what it takes to get Swytch down!

JH: She did indeed take Swytch down with that move. But now she’s gotta capitalize!

Kailey gets to her hands and knees, a little worse for wear from her start to the match. She spots Ragin’ on the other side of the ring and starts to crawl towards him. Kennedy finally enters the ring, grabbing a hold of Kailey’s foot and dragging her from Ragin’. Kailey turns onto her back and draws her legs in before KICKING KENNEDY BACKWARDS! Kailey turns and lunges, tagging Ragin’ in!

JH: Ragin’s in! And Kennedy is no legal!

TM: Look out Kennedy!

Kennedy gets back to her feet and gets taken down by a clothesline from Ragin’! Kennedy bounces back up and takes a second clothesline from Ragin’! Swytch is forced from the ring as he attempts to recover from Kailey’s kicking assault on his cranium. Kennedy springs back to her feet and meets a boot to the stomach from Ragin’! He hooks her up and throws her over with a snap suplex! Back to his feet, he calls Kailey to get back in the ring, which she does.

TM: Hey, wait a minute! She’s not legal!

JH: Ragin’ and Kailey deciding not to abide by the rules, I guess.

TM: That five count only applies immediately after a tag. She left the ring!

JH: She did, but whatever.

Ragin’ drags Kennedy up and whips her into the far turnbuckle. Kailey takes Ragin’ by the arm and whips him towards Kennedy, they hold on and reverse the whip… Ragin’s propels Kailey into a TURNBUCKLE SPLASH ON KENNEDY! Kailey grabs Kennedy and whips her out towards Ragin’ who catches her and SNAPS HER OVER WITH A POWER SLAM! Ragin’ hooks the leg!

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


NO! KAILEY BREAKS UP THE PIN!!
[/align]


JH: What the--! He can’t do that!

TM: He just did!

JH: Swytch just threw Kailey onto Ragin’!

Yes, that’s what really happened. Swytch had entered the ring, grabbed Kailey and flung her into the pile of Ragin’ and Kennedy! Tony Clarke ushers Swytch from the ring as Kennedy, Ragin’, and Kailey are forced to drag themselves from the pile in the center of the ring. Swytch exits the ring as peacefully as someone of his demeanor would, leaving TC to force Kailey from the ring. Ragin’ gets the jump on Kennedy, throwing a right hand that she manages to duck at the last possible second. Kennedy places her foot where it would be entirely illegal if Kailey did not inadvertantly occupy TC's attention.

JH: A low blow to Ragin’! She should be disqualified!

TM: It’s only illegal if you get caught!

JH: But that’s not fair! Ragin’ and Kailey have a serious disadvantage now!

Kennedy takes the opportunity to leap onto Ragin’s shoulders and drive his head into the canvas with a hurracanrana! Kennedy makes her move to the turnbuckle, ascending towards the top until Kailey comes running along the apron! She uses the ropes to throw a jumping roundhouse kick into Kennedy’s face! Kennedy goes sailing off the turnbuckle and crashes into the canvas!

JH: Kailey with a flying kick to interrupt what I think was a moonsault attempt from Kennedy!

TM: How is THAT legal? Kailey hasn’t even tagged in!

JH: More legal than Kennedy’s tactics here tonight.

TC argues with Kailey on the apron about her interference but Kailey has her say about how Kennedy’s been bending the rules in own favor lately as well. Kennedy climbs back up to her feet, hand on her back as she turns her attention on an unsuspecting Kailey. Kennedy grabs a handful of Kailey’s hair and flips her over the top rope and into the ring!

JH: Kennedy just brought Kailey into the ring! I don’t know if that was a good idea or not!

TM: She should worry about putting Ragin’ away!

Kennedy stomps down on Kailey before she can even attempt to regain her feet. Grabbing onto the ropes, Kennedy stomps a mudhole into Kailey as TC attempts to pull her off. Ragin’ is back up, and wraps his hands around Kennedy’s throat before sitting out and driving the back of her skull into the canvas!

JH: An inverted facebuster by Ragin’ breaks up Kennedy’s assault on Kailey!

TM: He can’t do that! Oh, wait. He’s legal. I keep forgetting with the way everyone is bending the rules.

JH: Happened to notice that, did ya?

TM: With the way Ragin’ and Kailey are cheating, how can I not?

Ragin’ climbs back up to his feet and checks to make sure Kailey is alright. He actually helps the woman up to her feet, only to be shoved aside as Kailey makes her at Kennedy! Kailey drives a soccer kick into Kennedy’s ribs, causing the woman to go spiraling along the mat! She goes for again but Ragin’s arm around her waist prevents it! He drags Kailey back to the corner and tells her to get on the apron in case Swytch becomes tagged in!

TM: Looks like some dissension among Ragin’ and Kailey.

JH: You can’t blame Kailey for her reaction. It has to be hard to focus on Swytch when Kennedy’s baited her on so much.

Kailey realizes that Ragin’ is right and surprisingly being more levelheaded than Kailey in this situation. She takes her exit to the apron but her facial expression says it all. She’s not happy about it. Ragin’ turns his attention back to the action just as Kennedy makes a tag to Swytch!

JH: And now Swytch is back in! Kailey’s automatically legal!

Ragin’ curses under his breath as Swytch makes his way into the ring. The two men find themselves staring one another down once more as Swytch steps up to him and Ragin’ refuses to be intimidated. Kailey climbs into the ring and tugs at Ragin’s arm, trying to reason with him under the same logic he used. But Ragin’ isn’t so levelheaded staring eye to eye with the beast.

JH: Come on, Ragin’. Listen to Kailey. Don’t do anything to jeopardize your title shot and your job!

TM: Do it! Come on! I dare you!

JH: Oh, stop it! Summer of Sin is less than two weeks away! It’s not worth it, Ragin’!

Ragin’ changes his tactics, offering Swytch a free shot on him. Swytch remains unmoving as Ragin’ ignores Kailey’s arguing. Ragin’ taps his chin, telling Swytch to go to town. He even closes his eyes and tells Swytch to bash his face in! Swytch rears back and… SWINGS AT KAILEY!


Kailey’s ready for it though and ducks the strike! Immediately following that, Kennedy comes flying into the screen and wraps her legs around Ragin’s neck! His eyes spring open just moments before Kennedy whips herself around and slings Ragin’ from the ring!

JH: Swytch missed that right hand on Kailey but Kennedy’s HurraKennedy didn’t miss Ragin’!

TM: That’s what happens when you get arrogant Ragin’! Swytch may not be able to touch you but Kennedy sure can!

JH: He probably liked it!

Natalya rushes to Ragin’ at ringside to check on him as TC forces Kennedy back out onto the apron. Kailey follows up on a surprised Swytch but blasting him in the face with an elbow strike! She throws a kick upside Swytch’s thigh and then immediately kicks off the other foot, jumping into the air and thwacking a kick upside Swytch’s head! Swytch stumbles on impact and falls into the corner, almost dropping down to his ass! As he attempts to pull himself up, Kailey comes running in and DROPKICKS HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

JH: That’s it, Kailey! Don’t let him up!

TM: Please stop marking out like she’s listening.

She drags Swytch up to his feet, firing an errant right hand into his face before jumping onto his thighs, grabbing the back of his neck and falling backwards! Swytch goes sailing across the ring and crash lands onto his back! Kailey nips back up to her feet and readies herself for Swytch’s rise to his feet. He begins to do so and Kailey meets him with a boot to his midsection! She grabs him by the wrist and shoots him off the ropes! Swytch counters the whip, throwing her off the ropes. He makes a move to catch her upon return but Natalya has a hold of his boot!

JH: Someone get her out of there!

TM: Yeah, come sit over here on my lap, Nattie!

JH: You’re disgusting!

Swytch’s attention shifts onto the Russian woman holding his boot and never sees Kailey leap into the air and SMASH A DOUBLE AXE HANDL INTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! As Swytch crumbles to the mat, grabbing the back of his head, Kailey doesn’t see Kennedy sneak back into the ring… or she does actually! Kailey spins on her heels and staredown Kennedy before she can even think about making a move!

JH: Uh-oh! Kennedy tried to illegally enter the ring once more but Kailey suspected it!

TM: Run, Kennedy! Run! It’s too late for Swytch!

Kailey glares into Kennedy’s eyes, pointing at her and mouthing something that is probably along the lines of bring it on. Kennedy backs up, a harmless smile on her face as she holds her hands up, telling Kailey to just go ahead with what she was doing. Unfortunately for Kennedy, Kailey isn’t dumb. She continues to tell Kennedy to bring it on, letting Kennedy make the first move. She never gets the chance though. Ragin’ grabs Kennedy’s legs out from under her, dragging her right out of the ring! Ragin’ lifts Kennedy to her feet and SHOVES HER BACK FIRST INTO THE AUDIENCE BARRICADE!

JH: Come on, Ragin’! That’s a little unnecessary roughness!

TM: Who are you rooting for here tonight? You’re flip-flopping more than a cruiserweight.

JH: I just want to see a good match with the rules being followed.

TM: Not gonna happen. That’s boring. It’s why we got rid of the Spirit of Honor title and put it with the Global Heavyweight Championship.

Ragin’ jumps back onto the apron, reaching his hand over the barricade and begging Kailey to tag him in! Kailey eyes his hand and then spots Swytch getting back to his feet.

JH: Ragin’ can’t wrestle Swytch! What’s he doing?

TM: Ragin’ doesn’t want to wrestle Swytch! If he gets tagged in, Kennedy laying at ringside becomes automatically legal!

Kailey continues to glance between the two men, trying to decide if she should hand the reigns over to Ragin’ and Kennedy or try and keep the momentum she had. She moves to Ragin’ but Swytch springs up BEHEADING HER WITH A RISING CLOTHESLINE THAT TAKES THEM BOTH DOWN!!!

JH: Swytch was playing possum!

TM: Way to play games, Swytch! Hey, Hitchen…

JH: What?

TM: I wonder if Kailey liked coming out and playing. *giggles*

JH: Stop using Swytch’s old catchphrases.

Ragin’ yells out for Kailey to get back up but that’s obviously easier said than done as Kailey is barely moving. Swytch rolls to his corner, raising up to find Kennedy not there. He glances around for her and spots her laying at ringside by Ragin’s corner. Swytch sprints across the ring and slides out to ringside. He makes a move to Kennedy but Natalya steps in the way, laying a slap across his white cheek!

JH: I don’t know if I would’ve done that Natalya!

TM: Natalya! Swytch CAN touch you!

Natalya realizes that a second later and her smarmy smile fades away. She tries to make a run for it but Swytch has a handful of her hair already! Ragin’ immediately drops off the apron and tries to pull Natalya free from the psycho! Swytch shoves Natalya into Ragin’, causing them to crash against the steel steps!

TM: Ha! Again, Swytch used someone else to hit Ragin’! Brilliant!

JH: Ragin’s dismantling Kennedy at ringside wasn’t a bad idea either. Considering she’s the only person he can wrestle.

TM: Please don’t praise Ragin’.

Swytch lifts Kennedy up as she’s already beginning to recover from her jarring impact with the barricade. The two get to their feet just as Kailey slingshots herself over the top rope, TAKING ALL THREE OF THEM DOWN TO THE MATS!!

JH: Kailey with a plancha!

TM: Now everyone’s down!

Kailey is the first one back to her feet, diving back into the ring as Tony Clarke yells for Swytch to do the same. He’s slowly moving than Kailey but eventually gets to his feet with Kennedy just behind him. He slides back into the ring and Kailey stomps down on his head! She tries to keep Swytch down but he fights up to his feet before blocking a right hand from Kailey! He keeps her arm tied up and drags her into a short-arm clothesline that takes her down once again!

JH: Another hard clothesline from Swytch to Kailey!

TM: Kailey might not even have her head come Summer of Sin.

JH: That was a bit of a dumb line, Thomas.

TM: Yeah? Well… so’s your face!

JH: What?!

Swytch regains his feet, moving to his corner and tagging Kennedy back into the match. Kennedy steps into the ring, big smile on her face as she saunters over to a downed Kailey. She drags her up by the hair, shooting an arrogant smirk in a helpless Ragin’s direction. Kailey springs up, shoving Kennedy’s hand away and FIRES A SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! A second after the kick lands, Kailey pushes off and throws a crescent kick that TAKES KENNEDY DOWN!

JH: A Tornado Alley from Kailey!

TM: I bet she thinks she’s got some kind of revenge on Kennedy now or something! Pfft.

JH: I don’t think Kailey’s even begun to make Kennedy pay for the things she’s done.

Kailey stares down at Kennedy, ready to tear her apart limb from limb but her eyes dart to Ragin’ who is dying for a tag. She sighs and moves over to him, slapping his outstretched hand. Ragin’ bounds into the ring and calls Kailey to follow him. The twosome drag Kennedy up as Swytch yells out at the referee. Tony Clarke starts his five count that Kailey is allotted.

JH: Kailey staying in the ring at Ragin’s command. What’s this about?

TM: Unfair double-teaming!

Ragin’ plants a boot in Kennedy’s stomach and drops to a knee, telling Kailey something. Kailey hooks Kennedy up and lifts her into the air in a vertical suplex! Kennedy hangs there for a moment before DROPPING HER BACK FIRST ACROSS RAGIN’S KNEE!

JH: Ragin’s Backbreaker Suplex performed by Kailey onto Ragin’s knee!

TM: Did he REALLY need Kailey to do that?

Ragin’ moves into a lateral press as Kailey finally makes her exit to the apron.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


NOO! SWYTCH BREAKS IT UP!
[/align]


Swytch comes barreling into the ring, grabbing Kennedy by the foot and dragging her out from under Ragin’! Tony Clarke scolds Swytch and commands him to leave the ring but he isn’t listening. He shoves TC aside and goes straight for Kailey as she makes her way back into the ring! She sidesteps Swytch and drops him face first into the canvas with a drop toe hold! She floats over and locks Swytch into a half nelson and pulls Swytch’s other arm across his neck in a grounded Camel Clutch!

JH: Kailey’s got a Camel Clutch on Swytch! He can’t get out of this!

TM: They’re not legal!

JH: They are not legal! Kennedy never tagged Swytch back into the match.

Ragin’ quietly slips from the ring, just simply watching as Swytch growls out from the intense pain, unable to reach for the ropes for do anything to get out of the predicament. Kennedy grabs Kailey by the head, yanking her off of Swytch! She places a boot into Kailey’s stomach, locks her head up, kicks her leg and DROPS KAILEY INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN EVENFLOW DDT!

JH: A big-time DDT to Kailey!

TM: That’s one way to break that up.

JH: Swytch is out of the move. And Kailey looks to be out of it!

Kennedy gets up to one knee, staring down at Kailey with a grin on her face, watching her motionless body on the canvas. TC forces Swytch from the ring as Kennedy takes back to her feet. Ragin’ comes up behind, lifting Kennedy onto his shoulders! He grabs her head and SITS OUT, DRIVING HER FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A FACE BUSTER!

JH: The Feature Remover! Ragin’ just hit the Feature Remover on Kennedy!

TM: Swytch doesn’t even realize it! Stupid Tony Clarke!

Ragin’ throws Kennedy onto her back and moves into a lateral press, pounding the mat for Tony Clarke’s attention. TC rushes back over, making the count!


[align=center]ONE!




TWO!!




THREE!!!
[/align]



TM: Ragin’ just beat Kennedy!

Swytch is left standing at ringside, staring at Ragin’ who keeps his lateral press on Kennedy, his eyes locked on Swytch’s. Ragin’ grins before finally backing off Kennedy. He gets to his feet and TC raises his arm in victory.

MA: Here are your winners… KAILEY LANE AND RRAAAGGGIINNN’!

Swytch dives back into the ring, getting to his feet and staring Ragin’ dead in the eyes. Both men size each other up, neither breaking as they stare one another down.

JH: Uh-oh! Come on, guys! Remember what’s at stake.

TM: What’s at stake?! Kailey is laid out in the ring, Kennedy is laid out! Their women have been defiled!

JH: Their women have been… never mind. Kailey is NOT Ragin’s woman and I don’t think Kennedy would take kindly to be put on par with a damsel in distress for Swytch.

TM: Well Swytch did put his hands on Natalya too!

Ragin’s grin returns as his gaze lowers down to Kennedy. Swytch also lowers his eyes down to her, dropping to his knees to check on her. Ragin’ backs to the ropes, ducking out with the arrogant grin plastered on his face. Natalya meets him on the walkway and the two back their way up, watching Swytch check on his unconscious protege.

JH: What about Kailey, Ragin’?

TM: Match is over. My guess is the partnership is as well.

JH: Kailey did her job. She took care of Swytch long enough for Ragin’ to execute his plan. He used Kailey as nothing but a distraction in this match so that he could pick up a big victory going into that Dual Crown Championship match!

TM: And he got it. Pinning Kennedy! Do you realize how long it’s been since she’s been pinned?

JH: Not exactly but I’ve heard people making a big deal about it. Anyways, that’s it for us folks. Join us next week for the final TNT going into Summer of Sin.

TM: You wouldn’t dare miss it!

[align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align]
Posted Image
Posted Image
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Lita Maivia
Member Avatar
Legend
[ *  *  *  *  * ]
Quick Results:
Sam Kinloch def. Carl Lucas via pinfall

Tag Team Match
April Lynn & Loon 2.5 def. the Funky Bunch (Extreme Ninja #2 & Alex Evans) when Loon pinned Alex

Remy Barteaux def. Onikage via pinfall

Fighting Spirit Championship
Rob Storm def. Graver via pinfall to retain his championship

Mixed Tag Team Match
Ragin' & Kailey Lane def. Swytch & Kennedy when Ragin' pinned Kennedy
Posted Image
Posted Image
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Enjoy forums? Start your own community for free.
Learn More · Register for Free
« Previous Topic · Event Results · Next Topic »
Add Reply

Black Water created by tiptopolive of the Zetaboards Theme Zone