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| Lita Maivia | Jun 6 2006, 11:57 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align] The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Ragin', and Jim O'Brien all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates! [align=center]Wake Up![/align] Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly. [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Swytch yanks the steel chair from the referee's hands as Kennedy tries again to reclaim her feet. Tony Clarke moves up on Swytch JUST AS HE BLASTS KENNEDY IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, *Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…[/align] Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table, Here ya go create another fable![/align] The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!! [align=center]You wanted to! Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! [align=center]You wanted to! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Graver moves toward April and plunks her on the top rope in a sitting position before he himself climbs to the second rope, standing her up and grabbing her around the neck. Unfortunately, this “Big BAM!” never happens, as April shoves Graver off and he stumbles to the mat. He turns around, pissed-off, but it doesn’t last as April CAREENS off the top rope and DRIVES HIS FACE INTO THE MAT WITH A BULLDOG!! [align=center]You wanted to! Why dya leave the keys upon the table?[/align] Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!! [align=center]You wanted to![/align] The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown. [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] Alex spins him around, boots Loon in the midsection and DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING KI-KRUSHER MANEUVER! Alex pops back up to his feet, raising his arms in the air [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align] The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit! At the exact same time as Kailey is dodging Natalya, Ragin’ steps between the ropes. Kailey turns quickly almost bumping into Ragin’ and their eyes meet. The steel chair swings, seemingly in slow motion to all who are watching. His eyes never leave Kailey, her face scrunching up to brace for the impact. But it never comes. She opens her eyes as she hears the loud crack and the ‘ohhhhh!’ from the fans. She turns to see Natalya laying flat out moments after the sickening impact. Even with the mask on, you know Oni's gotta be smiling ear to ear with that manuever. He raises a fist to the air, nodding in self appreciation of his work. He grabs ahold of Shannon and brings him to his feet. He scoops Shannon up INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER! Swytch rears back with the steel chair, aiming at Kennedy's head and CRACKS STEEL AGAINST STEEL AS KENNEDY DUCKS ASIDE! The steel chair clatters to the ringside mats as Swytch's hands throb from the impact! Kennedy leaps up onto the steel steps and jumps onto Swytch's shoulders, DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR WITH A HURRACANRANA! [align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Wake Up! *Whispered* Wake up[/align] Dante climbs up to his feet and pulls Ragin’ up, tucking his head between his legs. Kailey is on the floor, screaming at Dante to get back in the ring. Dante looks down at her and that’s a mistake BECAUSE RAGIN’ RISES UP SENDING DANTE OVER WITH A BACKDROP AND CRASHING BACK DOWN THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES! Ninja scribbles on his sign on the top rope before holding it up for all to see… "DANGEROUS~~!!!" The crowd go crazy as Melanie turns around just in time for Ninja perform a SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO HER!! Both crash to the canvas, Ninja on top and Melanie on the bottom! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Dante thinks quickly and drives the point of his elbow between Hype’s shoulder blades!! He rehooks the arm THEN DRAGS HYPE OVER THE LADDER AND DRIVES HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align] Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE! [align=center]Here ya go create another fable! You wanted to![/align] Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to![/align] Once Graver is at a steady enough vertical base, APRIL LEAPS FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON PN GRAVER! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to![/align] Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table You wanted to![/align] Kennedy bounces off the ropes and leaps up and spins around going into a wheel barrow position. She pushes off the canvas and grabs Ragin’ around the head, but he ducks his head out of her grasp and sits out PLANTING KENNEDY FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!! [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align] Kailey runs in and butts the extinguisher into Nadia's stomach, doubling her over! Kailey throws the extinguisher aside before shoving Nadia's head between her legs. Kailey glances out into the crowd before hoisting Nadia up in a Crucifix! Kailey sits out DROPPING NADIA FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CRUCIFIX REVERSE FACE DRIVER!! [align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align] The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snatching Onikage by his leather mask Jim runs his thumb across his throat and shouts out “BURNING! HAMMER!” The fans go into frenzy as Jim lifts Onikage up onto his shoulders and sets him up. The Monster of TNT walks around with Onikage on his shoulders for a few seconds to allow each side of the arena to see it. He then drives Onikage skull first into the canvas with the Burning Hammer! Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!! The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen… [align=center] [/align]…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team. JH: Welcome ladies and gentleman to another edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown! We are live just five days before Summer of Sin here in the Ford Center in Oklahoma City! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner Thomas Moore! TM: I hope you're ready for tonight because we've got a crazy show line-up tonight. Only two matches scheduled but they're both sure to be unpredictable! JH: April Lynn is schedule to go one-on-one with Mr. Ordinary himself Onikage! And Sam Kinloch is gonna step into the squared circle with none other than the skull cowboy! I don't envy either of those women tonight. TM: Rumor has it, we're gonna hear from Remy Barteaux, Rob Storm, and Swytch here tonight about their matches this Sunday at Summer of Sin! JH: It's certainly going to be an unpredictable night. I can't wait to see what all is gonna happen. The house lights fade as the opening chord to Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" rips through the speakers. As the chorus quickly follows, white strobes blink in time with the hard beats. [align=center]Crawl on me, sink into me Die for me, living dead girl Crawl on me, sink into me Die for me, living dead girl[/align] Kennedy breezes through the curtain, stepping center stage in the dark, only illuminated by the flickering strobes that chase away the darkness for a mere moment and then shorting out in the next. Kennedy strolls down the walkway, a spotlight rushing to light her way. She pays the crowd moderate attention, just enough to let them know she's not impressed with anything they have to say to her, good or bad. MA: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! JH: I guess it wouldn’t be a TNT without a visit from Kennedy. TM: You can say that again. JH: I was being sarcastic. TM: Oh. I wasn’t. Reaching the ring, she grabs onto the top rope and glances around at the crowd before stepping over the middle rope to enter the squared circle. She leisurely makes her way to the ropes, stepping one foot on the bottom rope and the other on the middle rope as she looks down on the fans. She drops back to the canvas and makes her way to Michael Anderson, calling for the microphone. TM: I can’t wait to hear what she has to say. I bet she’s gonna put Kailey in her place. She deserves it too! JH: What has Kailey done? TM: What hasn’t she done?! JH: Nothing near the damage Kennedy’s done. Kennedy stands in the center of the ring, microphone held in her hand, waiting for the crowd to settle down so she can speak. Not surprisingly, they don’t settle down. They’re still going crazy from the start of the show and now the fact that she’s standing in the ring preparing to do some speechifying. Kennedy: No, no. Not in the mood, people. Not. In. The. Mood. Her irritation only seems to get the crowd even more excited, especially when they see that bothering her as well. Kennedy: Hey! I have something very important to talk about out here and I am not going to let you people ruin it. Got it? JH: Probably not the best way to endear yourself to the audience. Then again, that hasn’t been Kennedy’s strong point lately. TM: Like these people deserve to have her endeared to them. They’re lucky to even be graced with her presence. JH: *rolls eyes* The crowd eventually does settle down, thankfully. But it’s not from anything Kennedy’s done. They just can’t stay that rowdy for that long. They get tired or something. I would imagine. Kennedy: Thank you! Let me just point out that the tone in which Kennedy says this is anything but grateful. Kennedy: Now, as you all should know this Sunday at Summer of Sin, I am scheduled to defeat Kailey Lane in our first official one-on-one match ever. Now, I know what you’re all saying. “Haven’t you two wrestled in a one-on-one match already?” And yeah, you’d be right. But you’d also be stupid. Which, as it happens, most of you are. Cheap heel heat, yes. But instant heel heat? You bet’cha. Kennedy does a little “can’t blame me” shrug. It’s not as if she’s responsible for their lack of education. Or common sense. Kennedy: Let me explain the lore here, okay? Kailey and I have competed against one another in a lone singles contest. It was a last minute replacement for a tag team contest that didn’t happen. Ragin’ was appointed as the special guest referee and he was… well, to be blunt. As knowledgeable as a referee as Kailey has been. He sucked ass, basically. More boos from the crowd for the little insult. They’re not offended by the attack on Ragin’. As a matter of fact, they might have even enjoyed it if it wasn’t for the fact that she used Kailey to insult him. JH: Kailey has been exceptionally well as a referee in the few cases she’s been forced into the position. TM: Few times? I thought she had already been added to the referee roster by now. JH: She has not. TM: But she hasn’t done “exceptionally well” either. She’s done a half decent job at best. You know almost every referee assignment she’s had ended with the wrong man winning. *scoffs* Pitiful! Kennedy: And the match ended without a winner due to the fact that Ragin’ was the worst referee since… well, Kailey Lane. Regardless, without a winner the match is null and void. Simple as that. Sooo, that means when I defeat Kailey Lane this Sunday. I will become the… Kennedy trails off as “Toxic” hit’s the speakers, bringing about a mixed reaction from the crowd as the general manager Madison Lee makes her way out onto the stage. Kennedy lowers the microphone and glares over at the interruption. JH: The general manager of Tuesday Night Throwdown is interrupting Kennedy. TM: No one else could get away with interrupting Kennedy. But I can’t see anything wrong with having both Kennedy and Madison out here at the same time. Madison makes her way down to the ring, stepping under the middle rope to enter. She strides over to Kennedy, kindly plucking the microphone right out of Kennedy’s hands. Madison: I am so sorry to interrupt you here, Kennedy. But I just have to ask… what the hell are you doing out here? A surprising pop from the crowd as Madison asks what they’re all wondering. Kennedy opens her mouth to answer but Madison holds a hand up, halting her. Madison: No, that’s quite alright. I really don’t want an answer because, quite frankly, I don’t care why you’re out here. I am, however, glad that you are. You’re making my job a lot easier. Because I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your match this Sunday. Kennedy raises an eyebrow questionably in Madison’s direction. She backs a step up, her untrusting gaze remaining on the general manager. JH: What’s Madison talking about? TM: Do you always have to ask something stupid like that? I always tell you to wait so they can tell us! Madison: I’ve been observing your interactions with Kailey Lane since you decided to make your auspicious return at Anarchy In The UK, costing her the Dual Crown Championship. You’ve certainly done your best to avoid any contact with her, haven’t you? Kennedy opts to not answer the question. She’s far too curious about where Madison is going with this. Madison: First you weaseled your way out of your match with her by revealing last minute that Tier would be representing Swytch after Kailey had agreed to face you in the match. And then just last week you did a great job of not being in the ring any time that Kailey was legal. I have to applaud your ability to run away. Really, I do. Madison even goes a step further to applaud Kennedy. The crowd don’t know whether to cheer or boo at this point. Is Madison being sarcastic? Because they’d like that. But if she’s really applauding Kennedy, then they don’t like it. Kennedy refuses be pulled in by Madison’s charades and crosses her arms over her chest, tapping her boot impatiently. Madison: Oh, am I boring you? I’m so sorry. But it’s kind of fitting. Because you’re boring me. So I’ve decided to do something about it. This one on one match between you and Kailey. It’s finally going to have a winner. JH: What is Madison referring to? TM: I think it’s pretty obvious but you seem to be playing up the mystery so I’ll play along. Oh my God! What does she mean?! Madison: At Summer of Sin, Kennedy. There’s going to be something suspended above the ring. Madison points up, the crowd already getting excited as Kennedy’s eyes cast upward towards the heavens. Madison: It’s going to be a fifteen foot high steel cage. In it? Is going to be you and Kailey. So congratulations. It’s your lucky day. All you have to do to beat Kailey… is run away! It seems to be what you’re best at. Without waiting for Kennedy to get a word in, Madison turns and exit’s the ring. Her music reprises over the speakers, drowning out anything Kennedy could be arguing at this point. But she surprisingly isn’t. Kennedy remains in her spot in the ring, arms still across her chest as she glares at the departing general manager. JH: Kennedy and Kailey in a steel cage match! TM: I’ve dreamt about Kennedy and Kailey in a cage. JH: This won’t be anything like your dreams, trust me. And I don’t think Kennedy is relishing the thought of being locked in the ring with Kailey. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] 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: Well there’s some familiar music. Here comes the Fighting Spirit Champion Rob Storm. TM: Oh great, just the person I wanted to see tonight! It’s bad enough to watch this hack wrestle but luckily we never have to hear him talk! Get the hook! JH: Quiet Thomas. Some of us are interested in what Rob has to say so please keep your opinions to yourself. TM: I’ll be asleep under the desk if you need me! Storm has made his way into the ring by this point, holding a microphone in his hand and the Fighting Spirit Championship belt over his right shoulder. Its shining, pristine metal sparkling from the lights above the ring. Storm walks to each side of the ring and holds the belt up towards the fans before settling in the middle of the ring to speak. You know, I came out in front of you people about a month ago and made an announcement. It was to tell you that I was returning to the squared circle and reviving my career on TNT. As said at the time there were both internal and external reasons why I did it. What I didn’t share with you was something that was hidden deep down within me. I didn’t share the fact that despite all my years of experience I was nervous about coming back. I was nervous about how well I would perform and how my body would react and respond. Well, this Championship belt over my shoulder and your cheers has resolved in my heart that I did the right thing. I have done the very best that I could since my return. I think as I’ve become older I have realized that this sport becomes more strategic than athletic. You certainly have to keep your body at its perfection as you can. I have done that to the best of my ability. However, I can’t tell you how much film I’ve watched of my work and the work of the other TNT superstars that compete on this roster. I had always heard old-timers talk about the mental aspect of this occupation and now I am living it. I would venture to say that I am more complete at what I do than ever before. I hope that has come across to you folks as well. As you know on Sunday, June 11th, the pay per view Summer Of Sin will arrive upon us. I’ve been lucky enough to be booked on that show defending my Fighting Spirit Championship. Right now it’s as much of a mystery to me as it is to you of who I will face. I don’t think I’ve ever been locked into a match with a mystery opponent on the horizon so this will be new to me. It does set the bar at a certain degree of difficulty not knowing who to prepare for. I have to be honest, though, and tell you it’s very exciting as well. There was a rush of adrenaline inside me when I saw the card for the show. Will it be a TNT legend returning on the grand stage? Will it be a newcomer looking to make a name for themselves at my expense? My expectation is great and I hope the interest is peaked in your minds as well. No matter who is getting thrown at me I want you to know that the mystery is not going to lead to my defeat. Confidence is a wonderful thing and I have it in spades right now. So, to whoever you are, when you face me at Summer Of Sin, know that the battle will be taken to you. This is one man that will not succumb to you on the stage that is my first TNT pay per view. Before I go I want to explain something. As you know the only time I appear with my Championship belt is during my bouts. I don’t carry it around with me in my private life or out in public unless I am fortunate enough to be in front of you. I remember hearing stories that when Steve Corino was ECW World Champion he used to wear the belt to the mall. That’s just not me but, here I am in front of you brandishing it, and there’s a purpose. This belt belongs to you people just as much as it belongs to me. I may have been supplying the Fighting in the ring, but you have been filling me with the Spirit to succeed. Each and every one of you has made my success here so far and you have no idea how grateful I am. So, enjoy the rest of the show and I’ll see you all in the desert at Summer Of Sin. Thank you for giving me this time. The crowd cheers as Storm makes his way out of the ring and to the back. Cutting backstage we find the irrepressible Mark Deveraux standing by with mic in hand, but as he realises the camera is upon him he quickly releases Mike and smiles innocently at the camera, bringing his microphone to his grinning maw. Mark: Hey there, sports fans! I’m backstage, duh, with Ultimate Endurance hopeful and souther sexpot, Remy Barteaux. The camera zooms out to bring Remy into the frame, glancing worriedly from Mark to the cameraman, then back to Mark…then to Mike, then back into the camera. Mark: So, you and Dante share a short yet storied history in the TN of T. It seems ever since you abruptly ended your match against April Lynn and basically screwed up what Madison hoped to be a scintillating PPV match, the boss lady has come down pretty hard on you. And what with Dante being her… Remy: Bitch? Mark: …Loyal subject, well that’s put you at odds with him. Remy smirks at his little comment, he’s a funny guy, with full bodied hair that he swishes out of his line of sight, ‘cos he’s worth it. Remy: Madison’s a control freak, mon ami, she needs to be pulling dha strings o’ every puppet in dha show. Ah tugged on dhose strings, broke ’em even an’ now she got her panties all twisted trying to set ’em straight again. Mark: The strings or her panties? Remy: What? Dha strings. Anyhow, dhis has all gone far beyond dhat. What once was a little spat over a pay per view match has blossomed into a full blown hatred between mahself and Dante. We had ourselves a lotta back an’ forth, a lot o’ fun gettin’ here, but finally we get to go one on one. No tag team partners, no steel cages, no distractions. Jus’ me an’ him, till one o’ us hits canvas and doesn’t get up. Mark: That is so hot. Remy’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead as he turns to Mark and notices the dreamy look in his eyes, and Mark in turn notices the look of fear and horror surfacing behind Remy’s eyes. Mark: What, it is. Remy: Don’t act like dhis ain’t nuthin’ Deveraux. Dhis ain’t no run o’ dha mill pay per view match, dhis ain’t even ya run o’ dha mill UEC match. Dhis one’s personal. Mark: Oh please, they all are. Remy: Are not. Mark: Oh really? Who should we ask, Ragin’ and Swytch or Kennedy and Kailey? Hmm? Obviously growing frustrated by Mark’s line of sarcasm and his fabulous level of self grooming, Remy’s brow furrows and his tone lowers to an angered growl. Remy: All right, everyone’s got an angle, well good fer dhem. Only angle Ah give a crap about is dha angle Ah’m gonna twist Dante’s body into to make him squeal like a pig in slaughter season, ‘cos Ah’m putting a end to dhis crap once and for…what are you smilin’ at? Mark’s face is tattooed with a moronic grin, accompanied with a similarly dumb chuckle as he stares across at Remy. Mark: Hehe, squeal Dante squeal. Oh yeah, I’ve had that dream. Fed up with Mark’s level of professionalism, Remy shakes his head and sighs in frustration, throwing his arms up as he turns and leaves the scene. Remy: Ah’ma go find Toby, boy may be geekier dhen a convention full of Trekkers but at least he ain’t fantasizin’ about my opponent. Mark: Don’t so sure, that kid’s so deep in the closet he’s in freakin’ Narnia! He shouts after the Cajun but he’s already long gone, and so Mark turns back to the screen and throws back to the boys at ringside. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] JH: The first of two matches tonight is just about to kick off. TM: And once again April Lynn finds herself way out of her league. JH: Why do I have a hard time believing that April won’t be able to hold her own? Oh yeah, that’s right, because she is the reigning FIW World Cruiserweight Champion and has gone toe to toe with Dante Coles inside a steel cage. TM: Toe to toe? What match were you watching? She got brutalized. JH: Considering the chances people were giving her before the match I thought she handled the match rather well and better than most expected her too. TM: Bah, that was a moment of happenstance, not happening again. JH: Well last week Onikage’s head games didn’t exactly work out for him last week against Remy Barteaux. TM: Of course since the idiotic Cajun used a low blow on him, any man wouldn’t fair too well after one of those. MA: The following contest is the opening bout of this edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown broadcast and it is scheduled for one fall to a finish, with a fifth teen minute time limit. Your official for this contest is Senior Referee Tony Clarke~! 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: Maybe if she asks real nice Onikage won’t kick her head off of her shoulders or choke her out. JH: I still stand by the fact there is a reason why she is the World Cruiserweight Champion and has been rather dominant during her reign, even at times venturing into the Fighting Spirit and Ultimate Endurance divisions. TM: But she hasn’t given the Funky Bunch their shot yet at her belt. JH: I could’ve sworn I recall a Alex Evans verse April Lynn title match…where Alex lost…badly… MA: Introducing first…She hails from Aurora, Ohio and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty five pounds, she stands at exactly five feet and four inches…she is your reigning F! I! W! Cruiserweight Champion of the World…She! Is! AAAAAAAAAAAPRRRRRRRRRIIIILLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLYYYYYYNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!! 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. JH: And then there is this man, who truly doesn’t seem to have any other goal in life but to spread the misery that seems to infect him. TM: Misery? Onikage is just trying to enlighten other people to the wonders that not being inferior can bring. JH: So you are taking up his Straight Edge life style then too? TM: What the hell? Do I look nuts enough to do some thing like that?! MA: And introducing her opponent…He hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds, standing in at exactly six feet and two inches…He is the self-proclaimed Straight Edge Savior…He! Is! OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! Tony Clarke looks at the two wrestlers in their respected areas of the ring and explains the rules of the match before he walks over to both of them, patting them down to ensure they don’t have any illegal items on them and that they understand the rules. After both agree that they understood the rules of the match and come out clean Clarke calls for the bell to get the contest under way finally. [align=center]DING DING DING~![/align] Onikage casually looks across the ring at April who is already in wrestling stances and looks to be trying to be awfully careful, for a few moments neither moves, but afterwards Onikage starts walking to the right side, starting his way around the ring in a circle shape. April starts backing out of her corner as Onikage nears it and does the same; soon the two are slowly circling the ring from one another as the fans and Tony Clarke look more than ready for them to get under way with the match up. Perhaps trying to catch him off guard April suddenly charges at Onikage, in mid-run grabbing his head and swinging her arms and his head looking for a swinging neckbreaker, but showing a bit of flexibility on his side Onikage floats right through the neckbreaker attempt and with April caught off of her own guard Onikage wraps his massive arms around her neck, locking in a side headlock on Remy’s main squeeze. A few winces and stifled inhales escape April’s mouth as Onikage’s arms try to squeeze her neck, a flush of red spreading quickly across April’s face, making it look more like a cherry, in a effort to free herself Lynn rears back her arm and rams her elbow into Onikage’s mid-section, knocking some of the wind out of him, she connects with a second elbow to the mid-section and nearly knocks all of the wind out of him, loosening the hold ever so slightly on her, April tries her luck and attempts a third elbow only for Onikage to prevent it by taking her down to the canvas with a side headlock takedown and tightens his side headlock back up on April’s neck. TM: And Onikage is sapping the life from April Lynn with a side headlock. JH: Perhaps the experience side of the coin aided Onikage in being able to counter that swinging neckbreaker attempt though I wouldn’t count April out of this just yet. TM: Come on, she tried to escape the hold and Onikage had a counter to neutralize her escape, besides, she’s kind of hot when her face is all red and puffy. JH: Ugh…And I’m sure April can figure out another way to get out of the submission hold, heck even getting to the ropes isn’t out of the question yet. The Straight Edge Savior rears back on the side headlock while Tony Clarke circles around the submission situation, making sure April hasn’t zoned out yet, which she hasn’t as her body is still moving around a bit, perhaps trying to see which direction is easiest to carry the two hundred and fifty extra pounds she has on her head towards the ropes. She tries to start to move the two of them, sliding them towards the ropes though they don’t get very far and April soon quits trying to, seeing more than likely all she’ll do is tire herself out by trying to reach the ropes this way. Clarke drops down to one knee beside April Lynn and asks her if she gives, which the Cruiserweight champ replies with a no by shaking her head the best she can at the referee, this only seems to result in Onikage wrenching back on the hold, unnaturally lifting April’s head upward and looking dangerously close to a choke. However it would appear fate is on April’s side, as by wrenching so far back on it Onikage’s rid his body of the solid base it had on the canvas, she manages to swing the two of their bodies enough to create a make shift roll up, sending Onikage flipping over her body and April grabs hold of him the best she can being in this uncomfortable position and keeping the pin fall attempt as Tony starts the count. JH: Roll up! Roll up! April countered the side headlock into a roll up! TM: Kick out Onikage! Kick out! [align=center]1![/align] JH: I have to wonder if April will, after being in that side headlock for so long, have enough energy to continue competing if Onikage kicks out. TM: Yup, no matter how you slice it April is screwed. [align=center]2![/align] JH: I certainly wouldn’t say she is screwed, but it will be a difficult task. TM: Yeah and I say she’s screwed, though I wish I could be the one to screw her. [align=center]THR-NO! KICK OUT![/align] JH: She was so close! That was nearly a three count! TM: Ha! Who predicted it?! Me baby! Me! Both wrestlers scramble up to their feet, but April is the first of the two to reach them and cuts Onikage off just as he gets to his, throwing a forearm into his masked face, and a second one, and a third one, and then a fourth one, she leaps into the air and connects with a perfect looking missile dropkick, sending both of them to the canvas once more. A bit more slowly than the first time April gets up to her feet, panting slightly and the affects of the side headlock showing as she staggers, she notices Onikage starting to stir and races towards the ropes, she sling shots off of them and barrels across the ring right back towards Onikage who is up to one knee, before she can connect with whatever it was she was attempting Onikage side steps her and locks her right into another side headlock. The fans jeer heavily as Onikage rears back on it and Tony asks April if she wants to submit, she yells a no at him and tries to elbow the sXe Savior in the mid-section, only for Onikage to lean back just enough to avoid it, Lynn goes for another and Onikage avoids it once more or would’ve had April not been faking, with his grip loosen from having to back away a bit from her she throws him towards the ropes as hard as she can. Onikage bounces off of the ropes and comes charging back, April grabs hold of him in mid-run and drops down, flipping him right over her with a monkey flip before she nips up to her feet to a cheer, she shakes her head a little bit as if she is suddenly a bit dizzy and advances on Onikage, delivering a kick right to the kidneys causing Onikage to clutch at them and buying April time as she walks over to the near by turnbuckle, climbing up to the second rope, she leaps off of it and hits a nasty looking flying elbow drop right to Onikage’s masked forehead. TM: Bah! All this Cruiserweight crap is making me sick! JH: April has the momentum of the match swinging into her favor, and she can’t let up now and risk Onikage gaining control once more! TM: I’m hoping Onikage chokes her out for making me have to sit through this crap. JH: Did I detect a hint of bitterness in your tone? You aren’t still sore over the fact Remy and April are together, are you? April hurries back up to her feet and the crowd is now nearly fully behind her, besides for a few kids in the crowd jeering her who thinks it’s cool to root for the bad guys, the Cruiserweight champ snatches two handfuls of Onikage’s long black hair and uses all of her strength to try and pull him up to his feet, in a dazed state Onikage follows along with April’s hands that are leading him to his feet, once up to his feet April releases the handfuls of his hair she had. She kicks him on the mid-section, causing Onikage to not only double over but nearly fall back down, luckily April wraps her arm around his neck in time to stop him from falling, the fans are going wild as they already know what is about to come, the Lynnch-Pin. However it never does come, instead Onikage rams his head into the side of April’s mid-section, perhaps not as dazed as he led April and the fans to believe, he rams his head into her mid-section a second time and this time Lynn lets go of her hold on his head, she stumbles a bit, just enough to allow Onikage behind her and he locks in viciously a sleeper hold. Desperately April moves her arms about, trying to reach for the ropes and get at Onikage, any thing to stop him, but it is to no avail as Onikage tightens the hold his arms have on her, Tony Clarke circles around the scene a few times as slowly more and more life drains from April Lynn’s body, finally he grabs her arm and lifts it up and then lets go, it drops, he holds up with his other hand one finger, he grabs her arm a second time and lifts it up, and for a second time it drops and his other hand holds up two fingers. Tony Clarke grabs hold of April’s arm as Onikage wrenches back on the sleeper hold, he slowly lifts it up for a third time, holding it up in the air for a few moments and then finally releases it, it limply falls to April’s side and Tony has no choice but to hold up three fingers and call for the bell. JH: Darn it! April was so close to winning it! TM: What did I tell you?! Onikage choked her out! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] MA: Your winner by technical knock out….OOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! JH: It’s a damn shame, if this match was done again I think another outcome could’ve very well been possible. TM: Yeah, he would’ve made her tapped out instead of making her pass out. ”Counterfeit God” starts playing over the P.A. system and Onikage releases his sleeper on April, letting her limp body drop to his feet, Tony Clarke hurries over and drops to his knees, checking on April. Onikage looks down at April and the referee, scoffing and shaking his head slightly before turning away from them and exiting the ring to his theme music and jeers from the fans. We join our usual camera crew as they watch Graver walk through a door. Not all that entertaining until we realize it's the door... to Madison Lee's office! ... OK, still not that great. But I'm getting there, dammit. Graver: Soooooo... Maddy. Graver grins and nods his head as though they get along in some capacity. Madison sits… as usual, in her chair behind her desk. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she eyes Graver with the most blasé expression one could imagine. She speaks no words and yet doesn’t prompt Graver to continue either. And he doesn't... not for a few moments anyway. It gets to the point where he can barely maintain the false grin, and he finally sighs, leaning both hands on her desk. Graver: Look. What happened last TNT? That was a fucking robbery and you know it. Rob Storm doesn't deserve that belt! He never EARNED it! I mean, COME ON! I was undefeated before him! Madison… continues to sit. She doesn’t speak, her expression doesn’t break, the prompts for continuation cease to exist. Oh wait… wait for it…. A single eyebrow arches. It’s meaning is unknown to us and she isn’t offering it either. Graver does not seem phased in the least. Graver: What!? It WAS! Dammit, the only reason I LOST the title in the first place was to make fun of Nightmare, and T-Bird, and all those other shit-eating Slam!ophiles! It shoulda been easy-cakes winning it back! It's not fucking fair! It's like... it's like... it's like I never really GOT my rematch... 'cuz... I was cheated outta my title defense! Yeah! So let's say I really lost the title last week, and this is the big shot this week, right? The Pay-Per-View! The grandest fucking stage! Think of the money, Maddy! You like money, right? Graver has gotten incredibly close to Madison over the course of his high-gesticulating rant. His arm is over the back of her chair, and his face in so close that a turn of her head would brush the brim of his cowboy hat. Madison does indeed turn her head towards him. And it does indeed brush the brim of his cowboy hat. She finally uncrossed her arms, knocking the hat off his head. Madison: Don’t wear that thing into my office! Get over there. She points to the other side of the desk, commanding him to approach her like some rule-breaking student sent to the principal’s office. But Madison is no pal. And like the dutiful, beaten student, he does, stooping collecting his hat on the way. Graver plops down in the seat and blinks at Madison. Madison: So you think that just because you wanted to poke fun at two individuals on the opposing brand, I’m going to reward you with a second rematch? All because you feel like your title loss didn’t count. Let me assure you, Graver, it did count. And your loss to Rob Storm this past week, did count. You’ve failed to recapture the championship. And your contract only guarantees one… count ‘em one, rematch. Which you lost. So no. The answer… quite simply, is no. Graver sighs, a loud, grating, Napoleon Dynamite sigh. Graver: Come OOOOON, Maddy! Just do me an itsy-bitsy... teeny weeny... iddle-tiny little favor on this one, OK? Wouldn't it just make those sexy blue eyes of yours light up to see a REAL man take the title? And what's better... I've got a match. A PERFECT match for YOUR perfect pay-per-view location. Madison: A real man? Are you calling yourself a real man, Graver? I have to admit, I have my doubts that you even are a man. Before Graver can make any time of comment or offer, Madison’s hands raise up in a halting fashion. Madison: Really don’t want proof of it either. But as for your “perfect” match. That really doesn’t work for me. Because, you see, booking Graver versus Rob Storm AGAIN… well, that’s something the TNT audience has seen twice already. Why should I rebook such a match and expect people to pay a higher price for it? Because you’ve lost the last two? You’ll probably lose this one too. Graver slides off his chair onto his knees, elbows on Madison's desk and fists clenched in a pleading fashion. Graver: Come on, Madison. I NEED this match. Where the fuck do I got to go from here? Fight the witch? I mean, hell, I could be your personal butt-monkey ass-kisser for all that matters, and despite how totally and incredibly rad it'd be to hang around your bodacious bod for hours on end, I got an itch to fight, y'know? Just... think it over, Madison! Pleeeeeease? Graver bats his eyelashes and grins like an innocent child. An innocent child who says "fuck" a lot. Madison sighs and leans forward on the desk, clasping her hands together. Madison: Fine, Graver. If I give you this ONE more shot at the Fighting Spirit Championship, you have to give me your word that it’ll be your last request for a while. That means for anything. When you fail… Madison chuckles at the “slip up”, if it even was such a thing at all. Madison: I, of course, meant IF you fail. Then I don’t want to see you dragging yourself back into my office, wasting my time, and asking for yet another rematch. Do you understand? Graver stands up and grins. Graver: Baby, the only way you'd see me in your office again is if you needed a little midnight pipe-cleaning. Know what I mean? He elbows the air in a suggestive manner. Graver: Besides. You've got nothing to worry about. This match is gonna be so awesome, and I'm SUCH a fucking expert at it... Rob Storm has no CHOICE but to lose! It's gonna be awesome... are ya ready? Graver stands back and spaces out his hands as though looking at a marquee. Graver: "Flaming Motorcycle Deathmatch!" This awesome fight out in the middle of the desert, right? Where this secret ancient motorcycle fighting ground is, right? In a circle of motorcylces and fire... we fucking beat on each other! Is that not COMPLETELY awesome, hotcakes? Madison appears either unimpressed with the “completely awesome[ness]” of what Graver is presenting, or she doesn’t really understand it. If it’s the latter, she’s not going to let on about it any. Madison: Whatever, Graver. Please leave my office now. Graver tilts his head to the side, again feigning innocence. Graver: No goodbye kiss? Madison’s face contorts into pure horror at the sheer thought of such a thing. Madison: Ugh! Leave before I change my mind about the match. Graver nods and scoots out the door, giddy he gets one last chance at Storm and the FSC. |
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[align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] JH: It looks like Swytch is going to come out to make an announcement. TM: He’s probably going to reveal the stipulation for the Dual Crown match at Summer of Sin. JH: And there’s no telling what Swytch’s twisted little mind has cooked up. [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 wade through the smoke to the opening tune of Rob Zombie’s “Return of the Phantom Stranger”. They’re quickly revealed to be Swytch, with Kennedy clinging to him. 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[/align] TM: I wonder how Kennedy’s top stays in place. Do you think she uses double sided tape on her nip… JH: THOMAS! TM: It’s a valid question. JH: All I know is, she's certainly handling Madison's earlier announcement well. The one that put her in a steel cage with Kailey Lane. TM: It's a quiet anger. She'll use it to her advantage on Sunday. And probably to Swytch's advantage tonight. JH: I don't want to hear that stuff. [align=center]With his arm draped around Kennedy, Swytch slowly walks toward the ring. He stares out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, his murky lips twitching and quivering into a demented grin as he treads down the walkway to the ring. Swytch steps through the ropes, dropping his knee on the middle one to open them wider for Kennedy to enter the ring. He follows in after her, reclaiming his place next to her as they stand in the center of the ring. All you know, is alone You see a... PHANTOM STRANGER Down you go, all alone You love my... PHANTOM STRANGER Kennedy snakes an arm around Swytch, the other sliding up the front of his t-shirt, her fingers idly playing with the chain dangling from his studded collar. Swytch pulls the microphone out that was tucked in the pocket of his jeans. The haunting rhythms of ‘Phantom Stranger’ fade out giving way to the full chorus of boos from the crowd as Swytch lifts the microphone to his lips.[/align] Swytch: Raaaaaagin’. The decibel level rises, because as much as these fans hate Swytch, they hate Ragin’ just as much. Swytch: Last week was…enlightening. First you talk of making Kennedy scream, then you change your mind and talk about expecting us both to scream…silently. He cocks his head to the side, a slight look of confusion on his painted face. Swytch looks down at Kennedy who seems to be sharing that same expression. She shrugs a shoulder and leans into Swytch as he lifts his head back up to look out at the crowd. Swytch: Smoked one too many cigarettes, Ragin’? Taken one too many chair shots to the head? You’re making little sense these days. He pulls his arm away from Kennedy, stepping back a few steps to separate the two. Swytch looks at Kennedy, his eyes raking up and down her body then to her hand. In her fingers, she’s loosely holding the end of his chain, a grin slowly spreading across his face. Swytch: No partnerships, no room for friendships, for alliances, companionships, or feelings. He laughs out loudly, making a show of just how funny he finds that statement. He circles around Kennedy, his eyes watching her just as she watches him, the chain pulling free from her loose grip as he moves around behind her. Kennedy turns to the other side just as Swytch comes from behind her, his hand finding hers as he steps back in front of her. The smile and laughter have died, Swytch’s expression having become serious, tinged with a bit of anger. Swytch: Maybe you feel that way, Ragin’, because they’ve never worked out for you. Or perhaps it’s because you haven’t found somebody who will willingly submit to your every need as Natalya does. The truth, Ragin’, is you fear trusting in somebody that can be an equal… His eyes wonder over to Kennedy, the corner of his mouth curling up into a half grin. He snaps his head around, his expression returning to it’s previous state. Swytch: …or even your superior. Oh yes, there are those who are greater than you, Ragin’. You are nothing but a lonely man trying to drag his pathetic carcass back into the spotlight. He lowers his head, looking down at the title wrapped around his waist. Swytch raises his eyes and looks to the other title held onto by Kennedy. Swytch: These titles, Ragin’, the ones you seek so fervently, give me no pleasure in my ‘twisted excuse for a soul.’ I have no soul, Ragin’. I have no remorse for anything I do and no morals. These belts are nothing but the proof of what I’ve been saying from the beginning. That I am above these people, held higher than God himself. There was one… Swytch’s eyes slide from the belt she holds, up her body to her emerald orbs. He tilts his head to the side, a lopsided grin taking up residence on his face. Swytch: …one equal. You see, Ragin’, she has never stood behind me, like you may think. She is the one who stood up to me… He walks up to Kennedy, leaning in to her, his face less than an inch from her own. Swytch: …face to face with the real monster, and didn’t back down. She endured pain, faced horrors, and looked fear in the eye…and she always came back for more. He sways a little from side to side, lips getting closer to Kennedy’s as she looks intently into his soulless brown eyes. Swytch turns away suddenly, finding the closest camera and walking toward it. Swytch: She is like me, Ragin’. She has never used anybody to reach the top, as I have never used anybody to reach the top. But we will use each other to stay at the top. We will be the standard, the measuring stick for TNT, from now until its end. Every person who walks in here, everything they accomplish, it will always be compared to what we accomplish and it will undoubtedly fall short…like you have Ragin’, in everything you’ve done. He bows his head, eyes hidden from our view. His shoulders shudder and shake and the sound of laughter fills the arena. Swytch raises his head enough for us to see his cold eyes and his lips part, a quiet breath washing over the microphone. Swytch: At Summer of Sin, Ragin’, I will spill blood…your blood…and my own. In the maniacal world I live in, there are no rules and that’s how it will be when we meet. Everything will be legal, there will be pain, there will be blood, and it will be… His voice lowers almost to a whisper as he speaks into the microphone. Swytch: …hardcooooore. JH: I’m a little shocked that Swytch didn’t come up with anything more, I don’t know, dangerous than that. TM: You’re kidding, right? What is more dangerous than Swytch bound by no rules? Have you forgotten that he’s the man who pulled a knife on Kennedy the first night he ever showed up here? He wrapped himself in RAZOR wire in a wrestling match. He willingly fought his teacher in a cage…THAT WAS ON FIRE! Allowing Swytch to wrestle under no rules is like opening the meat locker to a pack of hungry dogs! Organ music rings out through the arena as “Return of the Phantom Stranger” plays again. Swytch drops his microphone to the canvas, lips twisted into a demented grin as he turns back to Kennedy. She closes the distance between them and joins Swytch as he exits the ring. They walk up the walkway, the crowd booing the duo loudly as they exit backstage. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] JH: Ladies and gentlemen, this Sunday FIW presents Summer of Sin live on Sunday, June 11th! We will be live in the desert of Las Vegas, Nevada and what a show we have lined up for you! TM: Four titles are going on the line! Starting wtih the FIW Tag Team Championships! JH: The first time in a while we’re gonna see two TNT Tag Teams matching up for this one. [align=center] [/align]TM: Smarty Smark’s Funky Bunch are ready for this opportunity to take on the team of Carl Lucas and the skull cowboy, I can assure you that. Nobody’s been able to stop them yet. But I have faith in the funky bunch. [align=center] [/align]JH: And then there’s the Fighting Spirit Championship. Graver has somehow managed to weasel his way into a second rematch. He's gonna get it at Summer of Sin in... a Flaming Motorcycle Deathmatch? Is that correct? TM: That's what he said! I'm not entirely sure what this is going to be. Judging by what Graver said, I'm worried for Rob Storm, quite frankly. JH: Graver is an untrustworthy individual. Rob Storm needs to be on alert no matter what kind of match it is. [align=center] [/align]TM: And we finally get to see the end of Remy Barteaux at Summer of Sin! Dante took care of his little girlfriend a couple of weeks ago, and now it's time to finish off the pair. I can't wait to see Dante as the most dominating Ultimate Endurance Champion in history! JH: To tell you the truth, I don't think this is just about the Ultimate Endurance title for Remy. He's been the target of Madison Lee and Dante Coles for some time and this could be Remy's chance to finally put an end to that. And if he gets a little gold with it, all the better for Remy. [align=center] [/align]TM: Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, it does. Kennedy is being forced to do battle with Kailey Lane for no apparent reason other than to stack the odds against Kennedy! JH: I don't know what channel you're watching but here in reality Kennedy's done everything she could think of to make Kailey's life harder than it should be. Screwed her out of the Dual Crown Championship, set her up to face off against Tier in the ring, and even poking fun at her stalker Kailey seems to have. I can't wait to see Kailey finally get her hands on Kennedy. And trapped in a steel cage to boot! [align=center] [/align]JH: And then, there's the ultimate prize. The Dual Crown Championship has been in Swytch's possession for eight months so far. Ragin' has earned the right to face off against Swytch one-on-one at Summer of Sin. TM: Swytch picked his stipulation tonight. We're going to see Ragin' take on Swytch in a Hardcore Match! Some people might have been expecting some off the wall stipulation but I can assure you that hardcore rules isn't going to be a walk in the park for either men. Anything and everything is entirely legal in a Hardcore Rules 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. MA: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is your MAIN EVENT, and it is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from ELK CITY, OKLAHOMAAA… Pause for a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE fan pop. MA: … SSSSAAAAAAM… KIIIIIIIIIIINLOOOOOOOOOOOOCK!!! The crowd goes MAD for their close-to-hometown hero. [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. TM: Y’know, I thought Sam against Carl last week was bad. And she came out on top, good for her… but she literally has no chance this week. JH: I wouldn’t count her out so quick, Thomas. TM: I would. Voodoo powers don’t work on 100% Satan-feulled death machine like the skull cowboy. And on his Master’s day, too! JH: You think his master is Satan? TM: Sure! Why else would he be doing all these… blood sacrifices, and screaming about… today. JH: You’re an idiot. Satan himself is going to show up to meet Sam tonight? TM: You never know! JH: I think this time I DO. [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 [align=center]"Adelante, amigos!"[/align] A driving chord from Rammstein's Richard Kruspe-Bernstein begins "Te Quiero Puta". The thundering chords and accompanying Mariachi music don't quite match the lack of light in the arena. Flames suddenly illuminate the form of the skull cowboy onstage. A loud "CAW!" is heard and Nemesio soars down from the rafters to find a perch on the cowboy's left shoulder as the music softens and the flames rise higher, threatening to consume them. MA: Ladies and gentlemen... making his way to the ring, from Angel Fire, New Mexico... he is the LARGEST MAN in FIW! ... he is... the SKUUUUULLLLLLLL... COOOOOOOOWWWWBOOOOOOOOOOOYYYY!!! The flames EXPLODE from the stage and disappear suddenly, leaving only the dead stare of the skull cowboy. He stalks to the ring, stepping over the top rope. The skull cowboy whisks off his hat and shrugs out of his coat, hanging them both on his turnbuckle. The raven flies off as the coat leaves cowboy's shoulders, doing a lap about the ring until he finds a resting spot atop the hat, and the cowboy awaits the start of the match. TM: He just leaves me speechless, Hitchen. JH: He’s an intimidating man. The bell rings, and before the cowboy can even get into the mindset for the match, Sam FLIES at him with a SOARING dropkick that catches the cowboy RIGHT in the shoulder! Cowboy’s driven backward into his corner, sending his raven Nemesio fluttering away. JH: Hey now! Sam’s opening this one up with a can of whoop-ass! TM: Cans only hold so much. Cowboy is full of Satan power stemming from… PUUUUURE EEEEEEEVIIIIILLLLL! JH: Indeed. Sam, in nothing but a taunting display of sheer athletecisim, SCALES the form of the skull cowboy with her feet, kicking backward off his shoulders and flipping into a perfect landing. The audience applauds loudly for her, but it turns sour into boos as the cowboy ROCKETS out of the corner with a DEVESTATING lariat! TM: Sweet christ! That just drove Sam three feet into the canvas! JH: … well, no, actually, the canvas is still whole. I think you’re overestimating the cowboy a bit, there, Thomas. TM: It’s the Satan power! It’s playing tricks on my eyes! OUT YOU DEVILS!! JH: *sighs* What the hell happened to the days when we just did commentary on the MATCH? TM: That was before I became a beloved national icon, and a household name. JH: In your dreams and my nightmares, Thomas. Cowboy grabs Sam by the hair, yanking her to her feet in one motion. Logan Black jabs a finger in the skull cowboy’s face, telling him to lay off the hair. The skull cowboy stares at Logan for a moment, and Logan shrugs and backs away. TM: Did you SEE that? He even intimidates Logan Black! The unshakeable man! JH: I think Logan just knows better than to get on the wrong side of a man capable of the kind of violence the skull cowboy is capable of. Sam manages to wrench her braid free from the cowboy’s grasp and NAILS a sharp kick to his wrist. The cowboy retracts his arm and refocuses his attention on her, sending a massive fist her way. Sam CATCHES the blow with both hands, and manages to jerk cowboy’s arm around into a hammerlock! TM: A HAMMERLOCK!? What the fuck does she think she’s gonna do, make him tap out!? JH: Don’t be so surprised, Thomas; the hammerlock stresses joints and takes advantage of the flexibility lost when a wrestler bulks up their arms. And the skull cowboy’s biceps are at least 30 inches around. I’m sure his shoulder and elbow joints are aching in the grip of that hold. The cowboy bucks like a bronco trying to release himself from the hold Sam has forced upon him, but to no avail. She manages to stay just in the right position behind the monster’s back that he just cannot reach. TM: Silly bitch! Your submissions cannot harm him! He’s the skull cowboy! JH: You may have a point. As much pain as that’s causing I think the cowboy might find a way out before-- Indeed he does. He CHARGES backward too fast for Sam to react, CRUSHING her between himself and the turnbuckle. Sam releases her grip on his wrist and he turns on her, putting both ham fists around her neck and THROWING her CLEAR across the ring! Sam lands HARD on her front, and BOUNCES ass-first into the bottom turnbuckle pad! JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!!! The skull cowboy just THREW SAM KINLOCH TWENTY FEET like it was NOTHING! TM: We need to enter this guy into a dwarf tossing contest and win some trophies. The cowboy shakes his head and surprisingly exits the ring. He throws the apron upward, dragging out a spool-shaped object. Coiled around this spool is… TM: Is that… !? JH: Barbed wire! Good god! What does this maniac have planned!? He hefts the spool into the ring and slides in after it. Sam stirs enough to let us know she’s conscious as the crowd bears down on cowboy with the intensity of their hatred. The cowboy lifts the spool onto one shoulder, carrying it over to Sam and setting it next to her. He then picks up the former Openweight champion and leans her against the ropes, braiding the top two ropes around her wrists so that she’s held fast. JH: Please tell me he ISN’T doing what I think he’s doing! This just ISN’T right! The cowboy ducks to grab the barbed wire and Logan Black grabs him around the waist, admonishing him. Cowboy turns around and BACKHANDS Logan so hard it sends him spinning into the mat! JH: GOOD LORD what a slap! TM: Jesus Christ, Hitchen! Logan’s NOSE is bleeding! From ONE HIT!! JH: He’s a monster. He’s a horrible terrible monster! The cowboy begins unwinding some of the wire as Sam starts shaking some of the cobwebs out. It’s a bit too late for her, though, as cowboy begins to make tight coils about both her wrists and the ropes. He reaches into the pocket of his jeans to find a pair of bolt cutters that he snips the wire off with. JH: What is he doing!? The cowboy tresses up her other wrist in a similar fashion, both appendages thick with bracelets of barbs, keeping Sam stuck fast to the ropes. She finally rouses completely, finds she’s trapped, and writhes to break free. TM: He’s… … he’s GIFT-WRAPPED her! She’s trapped Hitchen! Go DO something! JH: I have NO place in that ring, Thomas. I don’t think the entirety of the audience in attendance here tonight could stop this monster from doing what he’s doing… He holds Sam by the chin, looking into her eyes, and she wells up a big mouthful, SPITTING in his masked face. He stands up and stands back, and CRACKS another backhand square across Sam Kinloch’s face. TM: Christ! That’ll take the fire RIGHT out of you! JH: Sam’s still looking strong, Thomas! Look at the fury in those eyes! She’s not intimidated by the skull cowboy or ANYONE! TM: Yeah, admire her while she’s still among the living, Hitchen. It’s not gonna last for long. The cowboy moves away from Sam, beckoning a mic from a ring monkey. Some of the boos of the crowd die down, curious to hear what this fiend has to say for himself. Skull Cowboy: TONIGHT! Is the NIGHT! I have PROPHECIZED His coming… for soooooo looooooooong… SIX! SIX! SIX! A day that has not happened in one thousand years, and WILL not happen for another thousand! This is the day when hope fails you! I have given you signs… but you CHOSE to ignore them! Allow me to repeat them for you… ROLL THE TAPE!!! Our vision is filled of highlights of the skull cowboy’s matches, the bleedings and assaults he has performed. All these highlights are silent, instead we hear the cowboy’s rolling bass voice saying things he’s said many times before… [align=center]Do you think that when I was born I asked the Lord to make me tall? Did I look upon his wretched face and wish a broad-shouldered frame? No. These muscles... though my choice... they were often my only means of self-defense. It was hardly a choice. The Creator firmly believes in the idea that the weak shall perish and the strong shall rise. Natural selection, si? I began with that fool, Draven. The man who cannot decide if he is dead or alive. Wrestling or not. Masked or unmasked. His mood swings with the cycle of a year; the closer he draws to December, the more he loses his life; his passion for the ring. It... sickens me... Hypocrisy. Foolishness. It's intolerable... and I showed him just that. I gurantee you, wherever that old bag of wind and thumbtacks is right now, he knows precisely what I'm talking about, and understands exactly what I told him so many nights ago... There is a method in all this... mayhem. And I know none of you have yet seen it. None of you will, for quite some time. Madison can be sort of ridiculous at times, can't she? Madison seems quite content to let other people run her show, unless the business becomes personal... and that happens rather often, doesn't it? If you ask me, Swytch is doing things right, and in training a formerly ignorant woman such as Kennedy in his ways, passes on an important message. You keep things like this up... and he may forgive you yet, Madison. Rest assured Evans' blood went toward my master's ressurection... I saw him birthed once more from the womb of calamity. I watched as he climbed feeble and unfinished from a mess of metaphysical afterbirth and violence. I weaned him on Alex Evans' blood... and he gains energy by the day. He will arive before you are even aware he is among us. He will spin the wheel of fate before you know the mark of his hand. He will be able to do this because of the SACRIFICES... I have made. Of myself. Of others. The willing. The unwilling. HE came. My master. He watched me lie in the world between Heaven and Hell... floating in a final sleep that would lead to my end... and the eternal torment of my mortal soul. As I stayed there, dying... he... DID... something to me. He brought me out of the afterlife, and into the physical world. He stuck my soul back in this... ... corpse... and he told me he needed my help. MY... HELP. How could I refuse? He did as only my mother and father before him had done... he gave me LIFE! He gave me his BLOOD on which to live... and my mission on this program... on this... Tuesday Night Throwdown... has been to lay the path down for his arrival... to spill blood for him as he once did for me. To return unto him... the gift... of life. My master is well now, Sam Kinloch. You will meet him on the day I prophecized... and I must say... he is VERY... eager... to meet you. SEIS! SEIS! SEIS! ... ... ... ÉÉÉÉÉÉÉLLLLL VIIIIIIIVEEEEEEEE!!![/align] Back to reality as the feed ends with cowboy bathed in the blood of Paper Bag Man. He’s staring at Sam Kinloch, who mostly looks confused and pissed. Skull Cowboy: Does it make sense yet, Samantha? Do you… UNDERRRSTAAAAAAAAANNND!? I KILLED your boyfriend, Sam Kinloch. SCOTT DRAVEN… IS DEAD. BY. MY. HANDS. I was INSTRUCTED. By my MASTER… to DESTROY HIM. In the wake, I have crippled those that rely solely on their SPEED. Solely on their STRENGTH. Solely on their technical PROWESS… solely on their MINDS… those who REFUSE to learn that only the combination of all things.. That OMNIPOTENCE… will lead them to SALVATION! I have spilled their blood across the canvas and fed it to my master. Watched Him RIIIIIIIISE. I have been DELIVERING my master’s message… since my arrival. He pauses, heaving with energy and deep breaths. He stares Sam down, who is bleeding her wrists, trying to squirm free. Skull Cowboy: Do you UNDERSTAND, Sam? Do you know why I don’t BLEEEEEED YOOOOOOUUUU!? Do you SEE why YOU are DIFFERENT!? The cowboy turns his back to Sam, almost as though he’s talking to himself now, though the words are clearly meant for her ears. Skull Cowboy: So close… Samantha. So close has He been to you… for so long. Yet He cannot touch you. He cannot speak with you. You cannot share in His glory. He exists now, Sam. For you. Because of you. YOU began… his RISE. To POWER. The lights drop and shrieks cut through the arena. The cowboy’s mic is still working, though he seems to be yelling into it anyway. Skull Cowboy: DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND!? You are about to GAZE upon the FACE of YOOOOOUUUUURRRR CRREEAAAAATIOOOOONNNN!! YOU WILL GAZE UPON THE FAAAAAAAACCCCEEEE… OOOOOOOOFFFFFFF… GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!! The lights flicker back on with an electric buzz. The cowboy’s entire body is shaking, convulsing as though some otherworldly power is riding him. Sam looks confused, very, very confused as there is no one around… until the cowboy turns around, raising a trembling finger toward the stage, angled high in the air. Something begins to whisper from the loudspeakers as we look upward… something terrifyingly familiar. [align=center]Blood! Sweat! Tier! Blood! Sweat! Tier! Blood! Sweat! Tier! Blood! Sweat! Tier! BLOOD! SWEAT! TIER! BLOOD! SWEAT! TIER! BLOOD! SWEAT! TIER! BLOOD! SWEAT! TIER! VIOLENCE BREEDS VIOLENCE![/align] The words SCREAMED in the voice of the hardcore legend RIP through the sound system and melt into rock guitars that blast the opening chords of Rob Zombie's Lords of Salem. Screams of suffering, hunger, and need rise as Zombie begins his lyrics. [align=center]I speak the truth, I dare not tell a lie One child is in fits... the other child dies Now the yellow bird sits upon her finger The yellow bird... a spectre lost to linger[/align] Flames suddenly rise from the stage, seemingly igniting the entire surface in orange warmth. The light of the fires reflects upon a form slowly lowering itself from the ceiling. Cameras flash and the flames flicker, giving this fiend a face. Tier. [align=center]GOD HATES THE LORDS OF SALEM! (SA-LEM!) NO ONE CAN EVER SAVE THEM! (SA-LEM!) GOD HATES THE LORDS OF SALEM! (SA-LEM!) NO ONE CAN DESTROY THEM![/align] The music softens as Tier touches the stage. A space of seconds passes, and he makes his way though the flames as the music picks back up. Tier extends both hands upward to the crowd, getting the only kind of reaction an evil God can get. He strolls to the ring, moving to the turnbuckle and standing behind it, facing the audience. He suddenly grips his stomach and convulses, jerking and twitching before revealing the blood dripping slowly out of his mouth. Tier raises his head to the sky and VOMITS the blood upward in a crimson spray! The house lights raise as he ROARS with pure fury, and enters the ring. JH: I… I can’t believe what I’m seeing… all this time! All this time! TM: I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU IT WAS THE DEVIL HIMSELF!!! TIER IS THE DEVIL HIMSELF!!! Sam’s face is still full of confusion, her eyes only for Tier now. The cowboy speaks, but it does not break the visual lock the two have on each other. Skull Cowboy: Do you SEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOWWW!? DOOOO YOOOOOOUUU UNDEERRRSTAAAAAAAANNNND!? HEEE! IIIISSS!!! REEEEBOOOOOOORRRNNN!!! BYY YOUUUUUUU!! FOOOOR!!! YOUUUUUUUU!!! THE ALL-POWERFUL, ALL-SEEING, ALL-KNOWING GOD!! TIER!!! IS!!! REEEEBOOORRRNNNN!!! Sam shakes her head, snaky disbelief on her slanted lips. Tier raises an arm to his side, demanding the mic from the skull cowboy. The cowboy kneels, supplicating himself to his master and presents him with the device. Tier puts it to his lips and begins to speak. Tier: Sam Kinloch. The crows ERUPTS with both love and hate as his voice tickles their ears again. The growling, grating, hellborn voice of God. Tier: I have longed… to meet you. Draven stood in my way… for so long… Sam: *yelling loud enough to be picked up by the mic* I know you! I’m not afraid of you, Scott! I know your power, and you’re NOTHING-- Tier: I am NOT… SCOTT. My NAME… IS… TIIIIIEEEEERRRRRRR… my POWER… IS… INFINITE! I! AM! LEEEEGEEEENNNDDD!!! Sam opens her mouth to say something else, but suddenly her eyes go wide in surprise as Tier raises his hand toward her. He focuses those black eyes on his hand as it slowly curls into a clawed grip in the air. Sam begins trembling, her face going shades of red and blue. TM: What the hell is going on!? What is he DOING!? JH: I… I don’t know! Tier’s arm begins to quake with the sheer effort poured into… what? Sam’s eyes get glassy and watery around the edges, her skin going pale and horror seeping into those formerly stalwart orbs. A vein in her neck begins to throb, and she coughs a trickle of blood. JH: HE’S CHOKING HER!! TM: WHAT!? JH: LOOK AT HER FACE, THOMAS!! LOOK AT HER!!! HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING… I DON’T BELIEVE IT… BUT HE’S CHOKING HER!!! Lights burst and pop, leaving portions of the arena dark as Sam’s face begins shaking violently, tears of pain streaming from her eyes and blood dripping slowly out of her mouth. TM: HOW!?! IT’S NOT POSSIBLE!!! HOW CAN HE DO THAT!?! JH: GOOD GOD!! SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP!! SOMEONE STOP THIS MADNESS!!! Referees and backstage officials break from the entryway and rush down the to the ring, but the cowboy rises and exits the ring to meet their challenge. He stands tall against the few dozen burly men, creating a wall of tension. Tier continues to cause Sam’s strangulation through… unearthly means as he raises the mic once again to his lips. Tier: Do you REMEMBER, Sam!? DOOOO YOOOOUUU REEEEMMEEEMMMBEEEEERRRR!?!? Sam, of course, doesn’t respond, but Tier lowers his arm as a fight breaks out on the outside between the cowboy and the security. Sam drinks in oxygen, gasping like a fish out of water. A sick smile creeps across Tier’s face, and it is this we focus on as the cameras fade. [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Onikage def. April Lynn via technical knock-out Sam Kinloch vs. the skull cowboy ended in a draw when Tier made his return during the contest |
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