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| FIW Summer of Sin; June 11, 2006 | |
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| Lita Maivia | Jun 11 2006, 09:07 PM Post #1 |
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This is a Full Intensity Wrestling Production. The FIW logo covers the screen momentarily before fading back out. Through the darkness Seven Wiser's "Sick" comes up through the speakers. As the song plays, the screen runs down how all the matches brought us to this night! [align=center]What are these feelings through me? How'd you get inside mind Everything that lies around me Is a joke for me to criticizes[/align] Toan: You heard me right, Jack... I'm challenging you to a match on June 11th on a show so rightly entitled "Summer Of Sin". Now to be honest with you... I don't want any special stipulations for this match, I don't want it to be Falls Count Anywhere or have a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire or anything else that you can possibly thing of. Reason being is that I am looking for something... I am looking for respect in FIW from the others in the Slam dressing room, from the others in the TNT dressing room as well as every FIW fan out there that has the goddamn nerve to go on any sheet and say that I wouldn't know applying a wristlock to applying a wristwatch strap to someone's throat. And not to mention I want to see you prove to me and everyone else that you're not the worthless, gutless slug you've made yourself out to be in the past weeks. Stay sharp... Manson: “You have gotten to my last nerve son and I’m tired of hearing you run at the mouth. Summer of Sin is right around the corner and I heard you say that you want me in a technical match up….I’m not one to back down from a challenge…so god damn it…YOUR ON!!!!” Manson is hurt, he is coughing and spluttering as Orion picks him up. Oldriod is looking for his Oracle Slam but Toan has tossed Nightmare across the announce desk and slid into the ring with a chair in hand...TOAN AIMS FOR JACK BUT NAILS ORION BY ACCIDENT! MANSON TOSSES TOAN OVER THE TOP ROPE AND PINS ORION! Manson is up first and he picks Toan up off the mat. Manson whips Toan into a corner and Jack runs in! Toan gets both feet up in Jack's face! Manson staggers back but he sprints forward once more and Toan buries his shoulder deep into Jack's onrushing gut! Toan takes Jack's legs from under him and gets on top to make the pin! [align=center]1! 2! TOAN'S FEET ARE ALL OVER THE ROPES! 3! --JACK MANSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED--[/align] Toan stands up and looks across at his partner, Xtreme Kitten. He then looks across the ring to see Nightmare and the realisation hits Toan that it's two-on-one. He calls XK in and Kitten appears reluctant to enter the ring, which is the right choice because JACK MANSON SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING AND LAYS OUT TOAN WITH THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP BELT! [align=center]You've taken everything from me Taken everything that I need And now that everything's gone There's nothing left for me[/align] TM: The cowboy’s out for blood, and Madison’s donated Alex’s. Cowboy moves him into the centre of the ring and fires a STIFF boot to his gut! Alex is doubled over, Alex is heaved up onto the cowboy’s shoulders, the cowboy drops an arm…the cowboy drops Alex, STRAIGHT INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE… JH: BOMBAMUERTEEEEEEEE!!! Cowboy lifts Alex up by the shoulders, pulling him to stand, then SMASHES his face into the exposed turnbuckle!! Cowboy pulls back, and SLAMS cranium against steel once more! JH: Stop this! Someone stop this! The cowboy puts himself directly behind Evans as he grabs him by the hair and begins BLUDGEONING his head agasint the exposed turnbuckle! Alex's forehead is red and bruised, but this doesn't please the cowboy. JH: Dammit, STOP HIM! TM: Hitchen, no one's gonna stop him. No one's big enough, no one's bad enough, no one's strong enough! The skull cowboy forces Alex downward, placing the young spot-master's face on the bottom turnbuckle. Cowboy walks away, then CHARGES forward into a sort of reverse Bronco Buster! Alex's head GRINDS against the steel as the cowboy rides him like a mad horse! Blood blossoms in a vile red spurt as his flesh is beaten against the turnbuckle, and the cowboy finally stops and rises. Cowboy grabs Evans by the back of the neck, throttling him as he pulls him upward. The cowboy holds Evans by the throat with one hand as he digs the other into the mouthhole of his mask. His finger digs and searches, tearing at the fabric until finally it breaks in a large hole. He brings Alex's dripping, crimson face close to his... and a wet, black protrusion snakes out between the teeth of the mask. The cowboy's tongue searches like a thick, fat, black worm, finally finding the blood on Alex's face. He D-R-A-G-S the appendage across Alex's forehead, licking the blood smears off with relish. His tongue finally finds the wound, and for just a second the tip disappears into the wound-- JH: THIS IS VILE!! THIS IS DISGUSTING!! TM: I think I'm gonna be sick... ! The cowboy drops Evans, his body shaking all over. He raises his arms out to either side, spasming violently. The lights suddenly cut and a voice RIPS through the air, a throaty cackle of a voice that DEFINITELY does not belong to the skull cowboy. Just as quickly as they died, the lights rise again, and the cowboy is gone. Only the bleeding Alex Evans left in the ring. [align=center]*********************************[/align] Smarty Smark jumps up onto the apron, shouting and cursing at the referee and Richard hurries over, telling Smarty to get the hell off the apron. Though this distraction allows Alex Evans to slide into the ring, limping slightly he glares at the skull cowboy who is unaware of Mr. Highspot’s presence in the ring, getting up to his feet the skull cowboy turns around right into Alex clobbering him mask to gold with his own tag team title belt. Evans smirks as he looks down at the dazed masked behemoth. Extreme Ninja #2 staggers up to his feet and walks over to the Funky Bunch’s turnbuckle, snatching his sign, he strolls over to the nearest turnbuckle to the skull cowboy, leaping up onto the bottom rope he spring boards himself right into a low moonsault onto the bigger man. Kipping right back up to his feet he walks over to the turnbuckle once more, he jumps up onto the second buckle and spring boards off of that, performing a second moonsault onto the skull cowboy, he hurries back up to his feet and walks slowly towards the turnbuckle. He grabs hold of the top rope before he sling shots himself up on top of the turnbuckle, it is at this point Ninja decides to hold up his sign as all the fans read “YOU MARK OUT NOW~!” And with that revealed Extreme Ninja #2 flips off of the top of the turnbuckle, hitting the final of the three moonsaults and hooking the skull cowboy’s leg for the pin fall attempt. [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] [align=center]Can't you see the ones in need This isn't over I'm sick of all this pain[/align] The referee stands up holding two fingers high in the air letting everyone know that it was only a two count. Nightmare gets up and stands from the pin pulling Xtreme Kitten with him, Nightmare hits Xtreme Kitten hard with a few right hand punches before grabbing his arm and setting him up for an irish whip as Nightmare whips Xtreme Kitten he stops and wraps Xtreme Kitten up in a sleeper hold. Nightmare keeps the sleeper hold locked in as Xtreme Kitten seems like he is about to just fall over. Nightmare drops Xtreme Kitten down to his knees as he locks the submission move in even harder, but Xtreme Kitten uses this to flip Nightmare over and as he does Nightmare charges towards the ropes and on the rebound Xtreme Kitten executes the CAT KICK! KR: HOLY SHIT!!! XK WITH THE CAT KICK!!!! Nightmare crumbles down to the canvas in slow motion as Xtreme Kitten drops down and he hooks the leg as the referee begins to count. [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] CM: The big pussy was able to retain his International Championship! Charles Cruz: And the winner of the match via pinfall and STILL SLAM! INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! XTREME KITTEN! Nightmare moves around and pulls Kiyoshi up by the head. He grabs Kiyoshi's arm and whips him into the far turnbuckles then follows in with a HARD clothesline. Kiyoshi staggers out of the corner and Nightmare scoots in behind with a rear waist lock. He lifts Kiyoshi up, but Nakahata grabs the top rope to stop his upward progress. Nightmare tries again to heave Kiyoshi back, but he clings to the ropes. Kiyoshi fires a back elbow into Nightmare’s skull, followed by another, and another. Nightmare breaks the waist lock and spins around. NIGHTMARE KNEES KIYOSHI AND SETS HIM UP FOR THE PUMPHANDLE BUT KIYOSHI ESCAPES! HE LANDS BEHIND NIGHTMARE AND PUSHES HIM FORWARD INTO THE ROPES WHERE DAISUKE IS PULLING THE TOP ROPE DOWN! NIGHTMARE SAILS OVER TO THE OUTSIDE! [align=center]--NIGHTMARE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED--[/align] KR: For the second week in a row Nightmare came so close to winning an elimination match! DV: He got screwed by Kiyoshi and Daisuke! CM: Kiyoshi is going to Simmer of Sin! That's the big news! Nightmare looks up into the ring from the arena floor to see Mark Jackson and Daisuke raising Kiyoshi's arm in the air. CC: Here is your winner and the new Number One Contender to the Slam! International Championship...KIYOSHI NAKAHATA! [align=center]So I take it all away, yeah Alone here on this Earth Till my eyes close and die[/align] The bell rings and Rob rolls his shoulders, getting into a fighting stance. Graver sneers, takes a few steps forward, and falls flat on his face. Storm nudges Graver with the toe of his boot, but nothing happens. He flips the Fighting Spirit Champion over, and his eyes are closed, mouth wide open. Storm shakes his head and tentatively moves into a lateral press, hooking the leg just for that extra spot of professionalism. Michaela eases to her knees and counts. [align=center]ONE![/align] TM: HEY! WAIT! What are they doing!? WHAT ARE THEY DOING!? [align=center]TWO!![/align] TM: They can’t DO that! Graver’s… I dunno, he’s dead or something! [align=center]THREE!!![/align] The bell rings wildly, and Storm gets back up, completely confused. He stares down at Graver as Michaela raises his arm in victory. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW Fighitng Spirit Champion! RRRRROB! STOOOOOORRRRRRMMMMM!!! [align=center]*********************************[/align] 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. Rob walks slowly over to the turnbuckle and hops up and the fans get louder, as they anticipate the end for Graver. 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! [align=center]1! 2![/align] TM: NO! [align=center]YES! 3![/align] JH: Rob wins it! There isn't a more deserving champion! [align=center]*********************************[/align] 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! 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! 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. 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. Graver: 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? [align=center]I never thought I'd ever see A day like this would ever come And now we all need to stand Stand in all as one[/align] Lance quickly turns away, walking off. Leaving the girls to watch him leave, still in disbelief he just said that. He comes up to a very nice looking sports car, known as an Aston Martin DB9. He pulls out his keys from his pocket, and presses the unlock button on them. He goes to the door of the backseat, and opens it to put his bag in there. But as he opens it and looks in, he suddenly screams in shock, and stumbles backwards onto the floor. Gone from his face is the cocky grin, replaced by one of shock and horror. The camera goes and looks in the backseat of the car, and laid out across the backseats is the bleeding, badly beaten body of Maj Tahal. The breathing of Maj is slow, and his wrestling pants are torn. His body is covered in blood. His eyes are shut. But, the most noticable thing is Maj's chest. Written on there, with Maj's own blood is a message. It states: [align=center]I'm in control You cannot stop me[/align] The camera goes back to Lance, who's picking himself up off the floor. He walks over to the car again, and looks in. He mutters to himself under his breath. Lance: Ahriman. HELP! I NEED HELP HERE! Jack and Hartley walk past the new Tactical Chaos Champion Lance Evers with the title belt slung over his shoulder. Evers is smiling to himself as he walks up to a row of lockers. Lance counts across to his own and then opens it...A BLOODY PRINCE KASHMIR DROPS OUT ONTO THE FLOOR! DV: Is that Kashmir? Lance calls for help as Kashmir is struggling to breathe, workers and medical staff appear on the scene to try to help Kash. Evers then picks up a piece of paper that was attached to Kashmir's chest. Evers: A gift from your friend Ahriman. Lance drops the bloodstained note and looks down at the medical team trying to help Kashmir up onto a gurney. He then stumbles back against the lockers after looking down at the bloody Kashmir and drops the note... Suddenly… [align=center]THE LIGHTS GO OUT!!![/align] KR: What the hell!? DV: Who turned out the lights. The lights turn back on as we see Ahriman gone as is the TCC, as Lance Evers is being helped up by the officials at ringside, as Toan makes his way back out of the arena from a chorus of boos. KR: Ahriman took the title! DV: Lance Evers’ TCC is gone and so is Ahriman. Lance is just about to curbstomp T-Bird's face into a place no amount of plastic surgery can cure, when suddenly something spots his eye. He looks up at the tron, as does the camera. Suddenly we see that Ahriman is actually standing on top of the tron! He stands ontop of the huge screen, with the TCC title on his shoulder, looking down onto Lance. Evers look up at Ahriman with pure hatred, as the arena begins to spot Ahriman and boo very loudly. Ahriman takes no notice. Lance lets go of T-Bird, letting her roll away across the ring. Lance goes to the ropes facing the tron, and climbs on the second, shouting up the Ahriman. Lance: Come on Ahriman! Come down here and face me like a man! Ahriman grins a sick smile, looking down at Lance. Evers continues to shout the challenge to Ahriman, too busy to notice T-Bird climbing the turnbuckle facing the right of the stage, holding the Kendo Stick in hands. She suddenly launches herself towards Lance, and crashes the Barbed Wire end of the Kendo Stick right onto the head of Lance. Lance falls off the ropes, backwards, as T-Bird goes across the ring. Lance rolls on the floor holding his head in pain. As his hands come away, it reveals blood to be pouring from the top of his head. T-Bird slides out of the ring, and picks up the mirror. Ahriman watches on, amused. T-Bird slides the mirror into the ring. She then goes in herself, and suddenly sets up the table that's in the ring. She sets it up in the centre, and then stands between the table and Lance. She stands, prepared for Lance to rise, but does not notice Lance picking up the onion halfs as he begins to get to his feet. He turns around, and before she can grab him, he suddenly rubs both of the onion halfs into the eyes of T-Bird. She stumbles backwards and around the ring, as the juices from the onions sting her eyes. Lance quickly then grabs her head and lifts her up to hit a brainbuster. He stalls, holding her up in the air. He turns while holding her up, and looks up at Ahriman, before driving her head down into a DDT, right onto the trash can lid. Her head's driven straight into the steel lid from the Hanging Fate trademark move, and she clutches at her neck in pain. Lance gets back up, and grabs the blood soaked hair of T-Bird. He brings her to her feet, and places her across the table that T-Bird set-up. He then grabs the mirror before climbing the turnbuckle that faces the left of the stage. He gets to the top, looking out towards Ahriman. He grins sadistacally at Ahriman, holding the mirror close to his chest. The crowd are cheer Lance on madly, as he suddenly jumps from the turnbuckle in a corkscrew moonsault! He spins in air, and comes crashing down into T-Bird! The table cracks and breaks, as the mirror smashes onto T-Bird into a million pieces! KR: OH DEAR GOD! "IMPACT" CORKSCREW MOONSAULT ONTO T-BIRD, THROUGH A T-BIRD, WITH A MIRROR! We go backstage to see Lance Evers walking down a corridor. He approaches his locker and Lance, still a little cautious around lockers he slowly opens it up and exclaims. Lance steps back, closing the locker and he turns around with his hands on his hips. Lance: What the...? Lance turns around and opens the locker again. He peers around the locker door and reaches is hand inside. He produces the Tactical Chaos Championship belt! Lance holds it in his hands and notices a note attached. Evers snatches the note and reads it aloud. Lance: Keep it clean, I'll be expecting it back at Summer of Sin. Evers tosses the note aside, shaking his head and he places the belt on his shoulder...where it belongs. [align=center]Take a look around you Thanks to all you have Cause it could all be gone Just like that![/align] Before Remy can get away, Dante locks him in a front chancerie, pummeling the back of his neck and his spine with amazingly thick fists! Remy’s body shakes with each shot, as he claws at Dante’s bicep, trying to pull free from the hold. He gets free eventually, but not of his own volition as Dante FORCES him between his thighs. The champ wastes no time, allowing Remy no window to escape and reaches down, rolling the Cajun upward to sit on his shoulders! Dante LIFTS Remy that extra half a foot before turning 180 degrees and POWERBOMBING Remy into the concrete floor!! BUT DANTE DOESN’T LET GO!! Instead, he repositions slightly to have Remy’s ankles underneath his armpits, and rolls over into that C-position we all know so well!! Remy HOWLS in pain, as a high-angle powerbomb into an elevated crab CAN’T feel good. He tries to resist, pounding his fist into the concrete, but eventually has to give in, tapping feverishly to the submission hold. Dante sees no point in stopping, pulling back EVEN HARDER as the bell back at ringside dings. MA: Here is your winner and STTIIIILLL ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION... DAAAWNNNTAAAAAYYYYYY… COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLES!!! Logan Black tugs at Dante's bulging arms, finally forcing the champion to relinquish the hold on Remy! Remy crumbles to the mat, holding his back in pain. [align=center]*********************************[/align] To a chorus of jeers Dante stands over Remy’s limp body, staring down at it with an intense look of annoyance, yanking a lock of Remy’s dirty blonde hair nearly out of his head Dante bring him to his feet, scooping him right up onto his shoulder as he jogs around the ring a little a bit. A small smirk crosses Coles’ lips as he sees Ragin’ screaming in pain and turns towards the ropes, roughly slapping Remy’s back with his free hand before he uses it to point towards the ropes the duo is facing, like a train he speeds towards the ropes, within inches of the ropes Dante tosses Barteaux out of his hold a bit, leaning over the ropes to ensure the little man falls out of the ring, however in mid-fall Remy grabs hold of the ropes and wraps his legs around Dante’s neck, sending Dante flying over the top rope and out of the ring with a make-shift hurricanrana! TM: No! Impossible! This can’t be happening! The Cajun cheated! JH: Dante’s out of here! Better luck next time Coles! MA: Dante Coles has been ELIMINATED! Ragin' whips the former FSC towards the ropes, preparing himself for what he’s going to do next to Remy, but that never comes to pass as Dante springs up and pulls down on the top rope, sending Barteaux spilling to the outside while Dante yells some thing at Logan Black, who with a grin quickly hurries over to the time keeper’s table! JH: Did you just see that?! Dante just screwed Remy! TM: Remy screwed Remy, Hitchen. MA: Remy Barteaux has been ELIMINATED! JH: This is utter bullshit! Every one saw it! Dante pulled down the ropes! [align=center]*********************************[/align] JH: I still can’t believe the cowardice of Dante Coles to pick April Lynn as his opponent tonight. He's the Ultimate Endurance Champion. He’s one of the best here on TNT. And the only reason he selected April as his opponent is because he knows the relationship between Remy and April! Dante grabs up April’s legs and turns her over into an elevated Boston Crab! The crowd’s heat on Dante intensifies as they watch April lazily tap her hand against the canvas, her face showing the agony she’s in as Logan Black calls for the bell! MA: Here is your winner and STILL Ultimate Endurance Champion-- DDDAAAANNNNNTTTTAAAAYYYY CCCOOOOOOLLLLEEESSSSS! JH: Dammit! The match is over! Let her up! Dante keeps the Dante’s Inferno locked in as Logan Black taps his shoulder and tells him that it’s over. Dante shakes his head, refusing to let up even as April’s screams sound out through the arena. The crowd suddenly explode as Remy Barteaux comes sprinting towards the ring! Dante releases the hold as Remy begins to scale up the side of the cage! JH: It’s Remy! And he’s climbing the cage! Remy swings his legs over the top of the cage and drops inside! Unfortunately, as he’s doing this, Dante climbs to the top rope and uses it to push himself to the top of the cage and just out of Remy’s grasp as he runs across the ring at him! Dante drops down at ringside, a grin on his face as he stares at an irate Remy through the steel cage. [align=center]*********************************[/align] Dante holds the chair aloft, either not aware or not caring that the crowd are screaming like Japanese schoolgirls. He reels the chair back and…it’s snatched from his hands by Remy Barteaux!!! The shock on Dante’s face as he spins around to find Barteaux grinning at him from behind his own chair soon fades into anger as the glaring UE-Champion lunges forth to reclaim his steel, but Remy dodges back from his vantage point on the walkway and swings the chair over the top rope, narrowly missing Dante’s head! He staggers backward, and feels a HUUUUGE hand on his shoulder. Dante turns, and takes a boot to the gut from Carl! Carl thrusts Dante’s head between his legs and hoist him up onto his shoulders! He staggers, his legs shaking. Carl’s legs give out and he brings Dante CRASHING into the canvas with a SITOUT POWERBOMB! JH: THE HARD GOODBYYYYYYEEEE!!! Remy rips off the top of the bottle and splashes the whole lot over Logan’s face, rousing the referee as if he’d just woken from a bad dream. Remy darts from sight as quickly as possible as Logan glances around confused, and lays his eyes on Carl pinning Dante. Logan counts… [align=center]One! Two!! THREE!!![/align] “Hey Now” blares through the speakers as Carl flops off his opponent and Remy storms the ring to congratulate his partner. [align=center]How could you just go And take someone's life from under them And I hope you die Hope you rot in hell If not I'll show you pain[/align] Orion still does not react or retaliate, he walks around Onamari to head off to the back. Orion reaches the arena entrance but Tomoko spins him around and KICKS HIM IN THE STOMACH! ORION DOUBLES OVER AND TOMOKO PICKS HIM UP FOR THE TOMOKO DRIVER... CM: Don't do that! Chip Martin's prayers are answered as SEAN MADROX BURSTS THROUGH THE CURTAIN AND DELIVERS A BLACKOUT SUPER KICK TO TOMOKO! TOMOKO DROPS DOWN TO THE STAGE AND DROPS ORION IN THE PROCESS! MADROX KNEELS OVER TOMOKO AND TEES OFF ON HER WITH HARD RIGHT HANDS! THE FANS ARE BOOING SEAN OUT OF THE BUILDING! DV: Sean Madrox is attacking Tomoko! We saw them backstage just before this segment! ORION TRIES TO DRAG MADROX OFF TOMOKO BUT 'MR. PHENOMENAL' SHOVES HIM AWAY! MADROX LOOKS AROUND AND THEN PICKS UP A MICROPHONE! MADROX DROPS DOWN TO HIS STOMACH, HIS HEAD AND THE MICROPHONE ONLY INCHES AWAY FROM HER FACE! Madrox: You've got a lot to learn if you think you can survive in the 'Phenomenal' world. Your mind should be off him and on me! MADROX TOSSES THE MICROPHONE ASIDE, STOMPS ON HER A FEW TIMES BEFORE LEAVING THE STAGE AND ORION STARTS CHECKING ON TOMOKO'S CONDITION AS THE SHOW COMES TO A CLOSE... Impact is crouching down at ringside with a steel chair in hand as Tomoko goes to a turnbuckle, jumps up onto the top rope and spins around so she's facing the ring in one motion! The referee is looking down at Madrox and Impact takes advantage, stepping up to NAIL TOMOKO IN THE BACK WITH HIS STEEL CHAIR! Tomoko drops down off the turnbuckle to the mat! KR: Oh come on! What's he doing out here???? CM: You've been harping on all night about World Title challengers, there's a big contender right there! Impact heads up the ramp, his work done as Madrox picks Tomoko up and locks a hand around her throat...LIGHTS OUT CHOKESLAM! [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] CC: Here is your winner...SEAN MADROX! [align=center]SMASH![/align] KR: Whoa! What was that?! DV: I thought he'd left! Out of nowhere Sean Madrox slams a chair into Tomoko's back! Harley turns around to see Tomoko collapsing to the floor and Madrox runs off! Harley crouches alongside Tomoko and turns her over, she points to go and get him. Harley goes in search of Madrox! Harley storms off in search of 'Mr. Phenomenal', he turns a corner... [align=center]SMASH![/align] Matt Impact was lying it wait with another steel chair! Madrox and Impact join together to beat down Harley with stomps, kicks and more steel chair shots! Tomoko brings Sean up to his feet and whips him across the ring, she drops to the mat and he steps over on return, she jumps up as he hits the over ropes and tries for a spinning back heel kick as he comes back but Sean ducks under, Sean grabs Tomoko as she lands with her back to his and pulls her towards the ropes before rolling her up, he grabs a handful off tights and grabs the ropes as Joe counts [align=center]1! 2! T-Bird is in the ring! 3! T-Bird couldn’t make it![/align] Sean takes the headphones off his head as he struts down to the ring and jumps up on the apron as Tomoko pulls Prime to his feet. Tomoko turns around with Prime under her arm and she drops him and jumps at Sean. She delivers a forearm and Sean crashes down to the outside landing on his ass. Tomoko points at Sean to come get some as Hutch runs in through the crowd and jumps in ring as Johnson tries to order Tomoko to get back into the match. Hutch turns Prime around and he delivers a Slice of Fried Gold! KR: In a turn of events Sean tried to cost Tomoko the match, but Hutch made his way in and took out his competition PRIME! Hutch exits as Sean devilishly smirks at Tomoko wiping the blood from his lips as she turns around and drops down to the canvas draping the leg of Prime who seems to be out cold. Johnson raises his eyebrow, but doesn’t see Hutch hiding on the side of the apron and he begins the count. [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] After the three count Sean gets up and he looks at Tomoko still smiling despite the fact that he wasn’t able to cost her the win. She looks at him with disgust as Hutch slides into the ring and continues the assault on Prime. Johnson raises Tomoko’s hand and Sean blows her a kiss and looks at his watch insinuating that her time is soon running out. Charles Cruz: AND THE WINNER….TOOOOMOOOOKOOO OOONAAAMAAARIII!!! [align=center]I'm sick of all this pain So I take it all away, yeah Alone here on this earth Till my eyes close and die[/align] Kailey snakes her arm under Swytch’s and locks in a half nelson then reaches across his body with her other arm, but Swytch pulls his arm free AND SNAPS KAILEY DOWN WITH A REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!! The lights suddenly flicker uncontrollably, causing Swytch to climb to his feet in confusion. Evanescence’s “Lies” blares over the speakers, bringing the crowd to their feet. Kennedy marches towards the ring, her stone-cold gaze never leaving Swytch. She dives in under the bottom rope and immediately gets back to her feet, staring into the eyes of her tormentor. Kennedy rears back and KNOCKS KAILEY BACK TO THE CANVAS WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE TEMPLE!! Kennedy stands over the fallen contender, a proud smirk on her face. Swytch is absolutely giddy, breaking out into an “I have to pee” dance as he watches the scene unfold before him. Kennedy cranes her head in Swytch’s direction, her smile never leaving her face. Swytch underhooks both of Kailey’s arms before spinning himself and Kailey full-circle in one fluid motion before DRIVING KAILEY FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A ROTATING FACE-BUSTER! JH: The Misery Chord on Kailey! As if that’s necessary after everything that’s already been done to her in this match! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner and STTTTIIILLLL DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… SSSWWWWYYYYTTTCCCHHHH!!!!!! Swytch moves in on Kennedy, tangling his fingers in her hair and yanking it back, then moves in, their tongues on display as the mortal enemies engage in a crowd-sickening kiss! JH: What the… what the… what the hell am I watching?! [align=center]*********************************[/align] Kailey: Grigoriy’s already chosen his representative, and while usually I wouldn't be so keen to put myself in jeopardy for him… let's just say I feel like making an exception this time. So yeah, Ragin's representative is... ME! I accept. Madison: Next week, in this very ring, we will see Kailey Lane going one-on-one with Kennedy! JH: Finally! Kailey Lane will have the opportunity to get her hands on the woman that screwed her out of the Dual Crown Championship at Anarchy In The UK! Kennedy: No, no, no! Hold it right there. Swytch and Kennedy emerge through the smoke on the stage. Kennedy: I really hate to interrupt your moment here, Ragin’… yours too Kailey. But, um… I won’t be wrestling you next week because… I never agreed to be Swytch’s representative for next week. I never told Madison that I would compete on Swytch’s behalf next week in this match. And I won’t be competing on his behalf next week. Swytch: I said I would pick the person who made me the man I am today. Kennedy's only responsible for bringing me back, not for creating the monster you see. That credit belongs to another. He lowers the microphone a tick, his blackened lips curving ever so slowly into a wicked little grin. His face dies as the lights fall into blackness. Cameras flash, almost as though trying to illuminate the building again, but no light bleeds through. JH: Great, NOW what’s going on!? Flames suddenly rise from the stage, seemingly igniting the entire surface in orange warmth. Kennedy and Swytch are even lost to the high fires, their light reflecting off a form slowly lowering itself from the ceiling. Cameras flash and the flames flicker, giving this fiend a face. Skull-like… hollow… with a blood red cross dripping from its forehead. Tier. Tier: KAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYLEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYY… I! WILL! FIGHT! FOR! SWYYYYYYYYTCCCCHHHHHHH!!! [align=center]*********************************[/align] Kailey glances over her shoulder, coming face to face with… a masked freak! She spins around and hauls off without hesitation, laying a right hook against the masked face only inches from her! Without getting a chance to utter anything more than a groan from the strike, the mask-wearer falls backwards and crashes to the floor! Kailey grabs the mask and yanks it off their face as the figure holds their hands up in a defense tactic, cowering fear. Kailey: Toby?! Kailey spins around to find her former best friend Kennedy giggling uncontrollably. Kailey snaps and LUNGES AT KENNEDY! She tackles her ex-best friend and the two girls find themselves clawing at each other in a good ole fashion catfight! Hair pulling and nails scratching aren’t enough for Kailey and she rears back with a closed fist that gets caught just moments before security drag her off of Kennedy! Two more guards show up to catch Kennedy before she can get to her feet and retaliate! [align=center]Held up Can you just take someone's life away? Held up Can you just take someone's life away?[/align] Noon: Well Prime, I guess the only question left is where do you go from here? Prime smiles. It’s a very sinister smile… a curling the edge of his lips very wickedly smile. The kind of smile that makes Jeff Noon very uncomfortable. Prime: Where do I go from here, Noon? I’ll tell you where… I’ll take a giant step in the right direction.. My direction. Tonight I make the challenge of my career. Tonight… I cash in my winnings from the Land of Opportunity match that I won at Summer of Sin. Tonight… I’ll issue a challenge for the FIW World Championship. It’s time… for Slam… to evolve. Hutch: Listen, sunshine. The odds are always stacked against me. And I always win. And as far as Prime is concerned, he’s the young pup of the company, coming after the “big dog.” You know, in ten years time, when I retire, and they make a video package of my career, and list all the people who tried to take me down from my dominant position, Prime’s name will be the first one they mention, the flash in the pan rookie who managed to get so far up the roster, then had his momentum stamped flat by a future Hall of Famer. Jeff: Hutch, how do you react to those who say they see a bit of a young Hutch in Prime, the cocky youngster who is quickly proving himself to be rather dominant? And that this time, tables may have turned, with Hutch, you, as the wily veteran who is challenged and underestimates the young up and comer. Some are even placing your old title of “The Future” on Prime. How do you feel about this? Hutch takes a gulp his eyes moving rapidly. He scratches the back of his neck, and opens his mouth to speak, closing it again. Hutch: Well….. That’s…… That’s because…. You know…… Hutch: You know what Prime, there’s something I need to say here. I won’t do this pose and I think we all know why. Look, there’s something I want to say to you… CM: Good move Hutch, don’t embarrass yourself any further. Hutch holds out his hand for Prime to shake, Prime is cautious as he considers his options. He then slowly extends his hand and shakes Hutch’s. HUTCH SNATCHES THE BOTTLE OF LOTION FROM JESSE JAYMES AND SQUIRTS THE CONTENTS OF IT AT PRIME! Back in the ring, Prime has Hutch down on the ground, but holds his head off the mat by another handful of hair. Prime is heaving with aggression while still grinning. Finally, Prime jerks Hutch back to his feet and then stuffs Hutchs head between his thighs. Prime then rakes his thumb across his throat. CM: This is it! We're gonna see it! Hutch is about to be humbled! And he's about to be humbled care of the one and only Authroity Bomb! DV: God damn! You gotta believe that after everything Hutch has endured tonight that suffering the likes of the Authority Bomb would be like the preverbial kiss of death! CM: Do it, Prime! Do it for all of us! While Martin nearly foams at the mouth with his rabid lust for Hutch's demise, Prime readies to hoist Hutch up... but then... Hutch slips out from between Primes thighs, drops to his knees, and shoots a forearm of his own straight into the giants groin! The crowd explodes as Prime drops to one knee while grasping his crotch! PRIME AIMS HIS CHAIR AT HUTCH BUT HUTCH DUCKS AND TOAN TAKES THE SHOT FLUSH IN THE FACE! HUTCH BAILS OUT OF THE RING! Hutch runs in through the crowd and jumps in ring as Johnson tries to order Tomoko to get back into the match. Hutch turns Prime around and he delivers a Slice of Fried Gold! XK is knocked down with a back elbow by Manson. Jack picks him up and lifts him all the way up onto his shoulders is looking for his Muscle Buster but Prime tags himself in! Jack drops Kitten as Prime enters the ring and Prime tells Jack to stand on the apron. Prime slams a knee into XK's gut and grabs him by both hands to hoist him up into the air...AUTHORITY BOMB! CM: Prime's finishing move! It's over for Kitten! Prime grabs the referee and pushes him down to the mat to make the count for the upcoming pinfall, knocking the wind out of Tommy Owens in the process! Owens clutches his stomach and Prime stands over him. Before the referee can look up again...HUTCH SPRINTS DOWN TO THE RING AND SLIDES IN UNDER THE ROPES! PRIME LOOKS AROUND TO SEE WHAT THE CROWD COMMOTION IS ABOUT...SLICE OF FRIED GOLD ON PRIME! XK CRAWLS OVER TO PUT AN ARM OVER PRIME! CM: What the hell did Hutch just do?! KR: This is getting personal between Hutch and Prime! [align=center]I'm sick of all this pain So I take it all away, yeah Alone here on this Earth Till my eyes close and dies[/align] Ragin’ attempts to perform the Feature Remover, however Onikage isn’t budging as he grabs hold of Ragin’, preventing the move from occurring. Onikage begins with all this fidgeting to lose his balance, Ragin’ uses the momentum to his advantage and forces Onikage forward and downward, which just so happens to be over the top rope, powerbombing him right onto the apron, his near limp body bouncing off of the apron from the impact of the powerbomb and dropping in a heap to the ringside floor as the bell ring. JH: I can’t believe it! Ragin’s won the battle royal! Ragin’ is going to Summer of Sin! MA: The winner of the battle royal and the NEW #1 contender for the Dual Crown Championship is…RRRRRRAAAAAGINNNNNNNNNNN’~!!! [align=center]*********************************[/align] Madison: As you should be aware by now, there is a provision in this contract that restricts the two of you, Swytch and Ragin’, from any physical contact before your match at Summer of Sin. If Swytch lays a hand on Ragin’, he will be stripped of his Dual Crown Championship and be terminated on the spot. If Ragin’ lays a hand on Swytch, he will be stripped of his number one contendership and also be terminated on the spot. Ragin’ picks up the pen, not taking his eyes off Swytch until he looks down and scribbles his signature on the dotted line. Ragin’ drops the pen on top of the contract, spins it around and pushes it towards Swytch. He leans back in his chair, putting his arms up behind his head. The Dual Crown Champion reaches across the table, laying his hand palm down on the contract. Swytch wipes his hand to the left, clearing the pen out of the way. He keeps his malicious gaze on the contender, reaching to his side to find Kennedy's hip. His fingers dance along the fabric of her pants until he finds her pocket and slips his fingers inside. Swytch retrieves whatever it is he was looking for and removes his hand. A flick of his thumb and a loud click reveal a small triangular blade protruding from his grasp. He drags the jagged edge of the knife over his thumb, letting loose a slim crimson line that spreads across the flesh. Swytch turns his thumb over and presses it to the paper, not once having taken his eyes off his pay per view challenger. Swytch peels his sticky thumb off the contract, bringing the digit to his lips and licking the blood off. [align=center]*********************************[/align] Madison: It was announced last week that there is an opportunity to place a stipulation onto this title match that we will see at Summer of Sin. What I’m going to do is let you two decide who gets to name that stipulation. Now, it’s not entirely in your hands, of course. But, you will have a fighting chance… ou each have until the end of tonight’s show to select any member of the roster that is willing to participant on your behalf, to represent you in next week’s main-event match. Whoever’s representative wins the match, will be awarded the task of naming the stipulation of your Dual Crown Championship match at Summer of Sin. Swytch: You want me to pick somebody to represent me in the main event next week for the right to pick the stipulation for the Dual Crown Championship match at Summer of Sin? Who else would I pick, MADison, but the person who made me the man I am today? His eyes slowly drift back toward Kennedy, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a half grin. He lowers the microphone from his lips as he focuses on his protégé. Kennedy looks back up at him, her lips twisting into a similar grin as she slips an arm around his waist. She leans against Swytch, turning her attention to Madison as if she were just forced to choose a side and, to nobody’s surprise, picked Swytch. Madison turns her attention towards Ragin’. Madison: I’d suggest you get to work on finding a friend here. Because if you don’t have someone by the end of the show, I’ll be forced to appoint someone to represent you. And trust me when I say you won’t be happy with anyone I put in that position. Ragin' stares at Madison hatefully, but nods his head in acknowledgement. He glances over at the two leering faces arrayed against him on the other side of the ring. JH: Well, Ragin’ doesn’t have a lot of time to work with but he’s got some time. TM: It doesn’t matter if he had all the time in the world! He’s never going to find someone worthy of stepping in the ring with Kennedy! [align=center]*********************************[/align] Madison: Well, Ragin’. You’ve had all night to find a suitable representative for yourself. I’d prefer to see you have a sporting chance next week. 'Defy You' by the Offspring hits and the fans go nuts. Not just a simple pop, but absolutely bananas. Relief spreads over the face of Ragin'. Out steps Kailey Lane in true fairytales fashion. Except in fairytales, rarely does the heroine save a bad guy. That's life for you, kids. She dangles a mic from her hand as she marches down into the ring. Kailey: While usually I wouldn't be so keen to put myself in jeopardy for him… let's just say I feel like making an exception this time. So yeah, Ragin's representative is... ME! I accept. The house lights fade to complete darkness and an ominous red glow seems to build over the stage as smoke starts to pour out before Swytch and Kennedy emerge. Swytch: I said I would pick the person who made me the man I am today. Kennedy's only responsible for bringing me back, not for creating the monster you see. That credit belongs to another. He lowers the microphone a tick, his blackened lips curving ever so slowly into a wicked little grin. His face dies as the lights fall into blackness. Cameras flash, almost as though trying to illuminate the building again, but no light bleeds through. Flames suddenly rise from the stage, seemingly igniting the entire surface in orange warmth. Kennedy and Swytch are even lost to the high fires, their light reflecting off a form slowly lowering itself from the ceiling. Cameras flash and the flames flicker, giving this fiend a face. Skull-like… hollow… with a blood red cross dripping from its forehead. Tier. Tier: I! WILL! FIGHT! FOR! SWYYYYYYYYTCCCCHHHHHHH!!! [align=center]*********************************[/align] Tier drives Kailey skull first into the canvas with the Wegenleid! A smile is evident on Swytch as Kennedy is nearly beaming with joy, Swytch says some thing and Kennedy hops off of his lap, Swytch slowly pushes himself up to his feet while Ragin’ looks like he is having a nervous break down, Tier with relative ease rolls Kailey over and covers her. [align=center]1! 2!! 3!!![/align] TM: Swytch is getting his stipulation of choice! [align=center]*********************************[/align] 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. [align=center]Held up, can you just take This isn't over Held up, can you just take This isn't over Held up, can you just take This isn't over Held up, can you just take This isn't over[/align] Pyros go off all over the stage as the crowd, TNT and Slam! alike, go crazy for the start of FIW Summer of Sin. The cameras pan across the capacity crowd as "Sick" by Seven Wiser continues to blare of the speakers long after the fireworks have concluded. The camera settles down at ringside where Slam! commentators Kurt Royle, Chip Martin, and Dean Venchenzo and TNT commentators Jonathan Hitchen and Thomas Moore share the floor tonight. JH: Ladies and gentleman, welcome to FIW SUMMER OF SIN! We are live in the desert of Las Vegas, Nevada! Our makeshift stadium is jam packed! TM: Why wouldn't they be? Who wouldn't want to be here for the Dual Crown Championship main-event tonight! Swytch is putting his title on the line against Ragin'! These two haven't been able to fight one another for... it feels like forever. And now they finally can in Hardcore Rules! It's going to get ugly tonight. JH: That's a guarantee. But let's throw it over to our Slam! announce team to get started with their opening match! |
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Charles Cruz; “The following bout is scheduled for one fall and is billed as a grudge match…..” The tunes of “Nymphetamine” by Cradle Of Filth sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Hardcore Jesus walks threw the curtains…He stands just outside the curtains of the entrance way, looking out at the people in attendance with a crazed grin… Toan raises his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the entranceway to erupt! As they then die down before Toan lows his arms and walks down the aisle, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur…Toan reaches the apron before sliding into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure.Toan then hops down and leans in his corner for the match to start. DV: “Toan is about to learn the greatest lesson in respect from one of the most respected men in our business.” CM: “You have to remember there was one time in his career that the fans booed him. He was the most hated wrestler to step through these ropes. Jack Manson was an asshole!” DV: “He is still the same asshole you remember and despite their dislike for his actions. Everyone has respected Jack Manson for his ability in that very ring.” KR: “We are sure to have a mat classic tonight. Both these men have hardcore roots but tonight they have vowed to do one thing only…….wrestle!” The lights in the arena dim and drums beat from all around as strobe lights begin to flicker about the ground level entrance. A just audible whisper comes over the PA system which beckons the attention of everyone to the backstage curtain. [align=center]Can you feel that? Oh, Shit…[/align] Guitars kick in as the strobe lights get faster and smoke begins to fill the aisle and entrance. By now the crowd is fully aware of who is going to burst onto through the curtain and they begin to cheer. Suddenly, David Drainman screams and pyros explode all over the entrance and aisle. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah [/align] Jack then bursts through the curtains from backstage and through the thick smoke from the pyros and fog machines. He stops at the beginning of the aisle and raises the double bird as fans cheer him wildly. [align=center]Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah[/align] Manson then heads down the aisle as the lyrics to the song begin to play. He slaps his hand out at nearby fans as they lean over the guard railing trying to score a touch from the former general manager. [align=center]Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant I kneel Will you give in to me? It seems what's left of my human side Is slowly changing in me Will you give in to me?[/align] Manson slides into the ring and staggers around the ring flipping everyone in sight off as he makes his way around all the ropes. Jack then raises his arms in the center of the ring and belts out loud growling scream. [align=center]Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes Oh no there is no turning back now You've woken up the demon….. IN ME!!!!!![/align] Explosions burst from all corners of the ring in a domino effect starting from the announce booth side and then cascading up the aisle and from left to right on the entrance. As the smoke clears the crowd chant loudly as Manson prepares for the match. DV: “You can tell that Jack is prepared for this match in every aspect. He is going to bring Toan one of thee toughest matches of his career!” KR: “It looks as though he is prepared to address the fans too.” Manson retrieves the ring microphone from Charles Cruz and heads to the middle of the ring while official, Joe Johnson assures that Toan remains in his corner while Manson addresses those in attendance. Manson: “I have reached a cross road in my career and I have come to a decision. A decision that may not be one that many of you will be happy that I am making. Tonight….despite the outcome of tonight’s match up with Toan. This will be my last professional match…..I am retiring.” The crowd boo and begin to chant for Manson. [align=center]”DON’T GO, JACK!!! DON’T GO, JACK!!! DON’T GO, JACK!!!”[/align] Manson: “BUT…..There is no need to worry.” A low murmur crosses the arena as the audience try to figure out what Manson is referring to. Manson: “I have decided to offer my services in a very different way. My role on Slam! will be that of a manager and I will be dedicating my career to helping out young talent cross the paths that I have through out my illustrious career….but first I need to teach one man a lesson in respect so that those young men…NEVER…have to be disrespected in this business like I was by him.” Jack points to Toan and then continues to speak. Manson: “Now let me quit wasting your time and get this match underway!!!” The crowd pop loudly as Jack moves to his corner and hands Charles Cruz back the ring microphone so that he can announce the competitors of the match up. Charles Cruz: “In the corner to my left and wearing the black and blue attire. He claims to be from The United Kingdom of Pain and weighs in at 225 pounds……TOAN!!!!” The crowd respond with boos and hissing. They also hold up derogatory signage regarding the Deathmatch Bastard. Charles Cruz: “His opponent standing in the corner to my right and in the red tights. He is from Seattle, Washington and weighed in this evening at 280 pounds………JACK MANSON!!!!!” The crowd cheer loudly into the burning Las Vegas desert, so loud in fact that they are probably heard miles away at many of the local casinos on the Las Vegas strip. They also begin to chant loudly as Joe Johnson explains the rules of the match and the two competitors prepare mentally and physically for the match. [align=center]”JACK!! JACK!! JACK!! JACK!! JACK!!”[/align] Johnson steps to the middle of the ring and calls for the bell as the crowd dies down and Manson and Toan emerge from their corners. [align=center]DING DING[/align] The two men begin to circle out of the corner but it is Toan who goes straight into a collar and elbow tie up with Manson and the two begin to dance about the middle of the ring. The test of strength is brief as Toan pushes Manson back into the ropes and measures him up. Though the official is right there calling for the break and Toan obliges as Jack pushes him off. KR: “I can’t believe my eyes! Toan just made a clean break!” CM: “He told Jack he wanted a straight up wrestling match and that is exactly what he is going to give him. The two athletes now begin to circle each other as they size each other up and begin to plot the first tactical move in this match up. This time both men move in locking up in the center of the ring and struggle back and forth for the advantage and it is Jack who gains that. He quickly slides through the tie up and pulls Toan down into a side headlock and pulls his weight onto him as he drops the Crimson King down to one knee as he wears him down with the side headlock. Toan pushes back up to his feet and jabs in with a hard right to the midsection as he pushes Manson backwards toward the ropes. As the two hit the ropes Toan shoves Manson off and the former World Champion comes barreling back and nails the smaller Toan with a hard shoulder block that sends him flopping backwards to the mat as the crowd applaud Manson’s efforts. Manson now awaits Toan to get to his feet and as the Hardcore Jesus moves to the upright Manson charges forward knocking him straight back to the canvas with authority. Manson now stalks around Toan as he climbs back to his feet and as the longest reigning ECC of all time gets to his feet Manson moves in for a suplex. KR: “Manson with a side suplex!” Manson attempts to lift Toan off his feet several times but the Deathmatch Bastard fights for his footing frantically. He then manages to break himself free and delivers a hard open hand chop to the side of Jack’s face. This then opens for him to cinch in on Manson’s side and lift him off his feet. CM: “SIDE SUUUUUPPPPPLLLEXXXXXX!!!!” Now with Toan in control Manson lies on his back holding his head as his opponent climbs back to his feet slowly as to give himself time to reflect on his next move. As Toan arrives to his feet, Manson is able to sit up as he tries to regroup himself. Though with his back turned to Toan, Manson is unable to see him charging forward with a running toe kick placed directly to the middle of his spine. Manson groans and arches his back in pain as Toan squares in on him and drops an elbow across the nape of his neck further stunning Manson. The former World champ and longest reigning rolls to his knees and begins to push to his feet as he still favors the back of his neck. Toan moves over him again and drives another elbow across the back of Manson’s head slowing him from moving to his feet again. Again Manson moves to get to his feet but Toan moves around front of him and drives another elbow down into the back of his head. Manson drops down to a knee momentarily and then bounces back up to his feet and staggers away toward the corner. As Toan moves in after Manson the former GM who drives outward with a hard open hand chop to his opponent’s chest that echoes around the arena for all to hear. The crowd gasp at the sound of the chop but only momentarily as this only slightly effects Toan who moves in with an open hand chop of his own. This causes Manson to move along the ropes and away from Toan who follows after. Again Manson finds an opening as he drives a foot backward into Toan’s chest staggering him slightly. Toan though is hardly fazed as he moves back in with a toe kick to the back of Manson’s leg causing the big man to limp around the ropes trying to elude any further attack. CM: “Toan has him on the run!” DV: “If Jack keeps moving he’ll be sure to wind Toan down.” CM: “Most likely himself at the same time. Not a good plan!” Toan moves in with another toe kick to the back of the leg as Manson reaches the corner and this one practically takes the leg from under the former GM and he flops into the corner using his arms to hold him up. Toan grabs him by the head and pulls him forward as he clubs a forearm over his neck. He moves in to do the same and as he clubs down over the back of his opponents neck, Manson moves away from the turnbuckle rapidly leaving his back to his attacker. He moves around the ring dazed but attempts to shake it off and Toan allows him to regroup momentarily. Manson moves right into Toan and goes nose to nose with him as he tries to get into his mind with some trash talk. After what he feels is sufficient trash talked Manson rears back with a blasts his opponent with a hard open hand slap. They go back nose to nose briefly and then Toan backs up and nails Manson with a hard knife edge chop straight across his chest. Manson smiles widely and moves in toward Toan as the crowd cheer him on. Toan cocks back his arm and then fires off with yet another knife edge chop. Again this does not faze Jack as he continues to move in on Toan smiling. Another chop and again no reaction change from Manson as he stands his ground smiling at the smaller opponent. Toan moves for another chop but Manson catches him off guard with a huge forearm to the side of his jaw. Toan returns the favor with an elbow to the side of Manson’s head that staggers him toward the corner. He follows in with a palm strike to the side of the head that drops the big man down to a knee in the corner. Toan then scopes Manson by the neck and keeps him hunched over as he repeatedly attacks the back of his head with hard elbow strikes. The Deathmatch Bastard then raises his leg up high and drops the back of his calve over Manson’s neck dropping him down to the canvas on his hands and knees. KR: “Toan keeping this match at his pace and Manson on the defensive.” CM: “Toan is not only the Deathmatch Bastard, the Hardcore Jesus, and the Crimson King……He is the best this business has to offer. He is the most well rounded wrestler to grace the rings of Slam!” DV: “I wouldn’t waste my time calling him any of those things. He’s turned his back on his roots and on the style that made him who he is. He is so caught up trying to be what he is not that he has lost sight of the big picture!” CM: “What are you talking about? He’s got the picture right in front of him. Jack Manson is his ticket to the top.” KR: “Yeah. What exactly are you referring to, Dean?” DV: “Nevermind.” Manson pushes back up to his feet quickly showing his resilience and puts his back to the corner. Toan moves in rushing Manson and the former champ quickly lifts both his legs up and kicks his opponent in the chest full force and sends him staggering backwards and then turning to fall flat on his face and Jack drops back to his feet and moves after him. As he moves in over Toan, Jack drops a huge forearm to his face. He then rises back up to his feet and raises his arm over his head as he drops another huge forearm over his opponent. He then takes a few steps backwards and drives forward kicking Toan in the face with the sole of his boot. Jack then begins to pace around the ring as he regroups himself and wipes the sweat from his face. He then moves in over Toan grabbing him around the neck and turns him over onto his hands and knees where he promptly pulls his hands into a double axe handle and drives it down into the upper back of his opponent. Toan rolls into a seated position arching his back and Manson quickly pushes him backwards with the toe of his shoe and then reaches down to measure the Crimson King up for another vicious elbow but is caught off guard with a toe kick to the side of his head that sends him staggering for the ropes. Toan then slowly rolls to his feet as Manson staggers along the ropes and into a corner as he holds his head in pain. His opponent makes it to his feet and moves in to continue his attack as he moves in kicking Jack repeatedly with step kicks to the chest. He then alternates feet and quickly connects with a well placed round house kick to the side of Manson’s head that drops him to the mat instantly. He then moves in over Manson pulling him back up to his feet and promptly shooting him off into the opposing ropes. Toan waits for Manson to return and then spins in place nailing another round house kick to the chest and Manson topples like a ton of bricks onto the mat. CM: “This could quite possibly be one of the quickest retirement matches FIW has ever seen!” DV: “Don’t count on it!” CM: “What happened to Jack teaching Toan a lesson? Teaching him respect?” KR: “Your pressing some buttons you might not what to press, Chip!” CM: “What? Is he going to get out of his chair and beat my ass?” DV: “….” CM: *interrupting* “That’s right you can’t. You’re a cripple!” KR: “You better hope your nuts are as big as your acting they are. Just because he’s confined to a wheel chair does not take away from his ability to beat your hide!” Manson rolls himself out of the ring in an attempt to regroup but, Toan just follows after grabbing him up to his feet and wiping him quickly along the ringside and into the security barrier. Toan follows after but is surprised when Manson charges off the barrier and nearly tears his head off with a massive clothesline. DV: “Let the lesson begin!” KR: “And what a hard lesson it is!” Both men lay on the matted ringside area as the official continues a double count out. [align=center]4… 5… 6…[/align] It is Manson that is moving to his feet first and scoops Toan up by the back of his neck and the waist band of his tights tossing him back into the ring to break the count. Manson follows after through the ropes and moves in with a reverse chin lock and begins to violently whip Toan’s head back and forth. Jack then drops backwards and wraps his legs around the body of his opponent and pulls the energy from his opponent even further. KR: “I thought at first that was just a rear chin lock applied by Manson. However now that I look at it, it appears he has a modified sleeper locked in and is blocking Toan’s airway just enough to make him pass out.” Toan reaches about trying to find his way from the hold but cannot get himself close enough to the ropes to break the hold. He then begins to use his legs to rock his and Jack’s bodies back and forth where he eventually manages to roll the pair over and grab hold of the ropes where Joe Johnson promptly calls for the break. Manson complies quickly releasing Toan and moves up to his feet. He grabs Toan around the neck and pulls him up with him and then shoots inward grabbing Toan around the waist and bridging through with and overhead suplex driving him into the mat. Jack can’t hold for the pin and instead rolls through covering Toan and hooking his leg for the pin. Johnson slides into position and he and the crowd count it together. [align=center]…1 …2 …KICK OUT!!!![/align] KR: “Manson with about a one and a half on Toan. Both men not looking to fail so easily in this match up.” CM: “Toan’s body is conditioned to take much more punishment than what Manson has given him thus far. He is not the Deathmatch Bastard for losing to a mere overhead bridge suplex!” After the kick out Manson climbs back to his feet and Toan attempts to follow after but Jack is right their and putting the boots to the side of his head as he crawls to his hands and knees. Toan being ever resilient pushes up to only his knees as he receives the brunt of another huge boot by the former champion. Jack then takes a couple steps back and drives a toe kick right up into the center of Toan’s chest driving him up to his feet and back into the rope rebounding off. Toan comes off the ropes raising his leg for a straight kick to the chest but instead Manson catches and hooks his other leg dropping him back down to the mat. He then drives in with a devastating kick to the lumbar area of Toan’s back and causes his opponent to scream out in agony. Jack then stands over the Crimson King beckoning him to get up and fight. Toan not being one to turn down a fight rolls up to a seated position and is on the end of another stiff kick to the lower back. Toan only shoots a glare in Manson’s direction prompting the former GM to grab him up off his feet and in one motion charge forward toward the turnbuckle with his opponents head. However as they reach the turnbuckle it is Toan who comes out on top as he puts on the breaks by putting his boot into the middle turnbuckle and then quickly slams Manson’s head into the turnbuckle instead. Toan then springs off the middle turnbuckle and with the opposite leg kicks Jack square in the temple and watches him topple down to the mat in a pure slump of dead weight. Toan then hops down and stumbles across the ring with a slight limp as he makes his way toward the opposite turnbuckle. Though before he reaches the other side he drops down to both knees hardly able to walk and rests his hands on the bottom ropes as he sucks in deep breaths. KR: “Toan clearly feeling the effects of those stiff kicks from Manson.” DV: “I bet his respect level for Jack Manson has already rose a substantial amount since this match has begun.” CM: “Keep dreaming. Toan is prepared to show Manson just why he’s receiving a lack of respect. Jack is not nearly as talented as Toan.” DV: “If that’s the case then why isn’t Toan a two time FIW Champion? Why isn’t he the longest reigning FIW World Champion in the history of the title?” CM: “Titles do not make the wrestler. Wrestler’s make the title. That title is nothing until Toan holds it!” DV: “Whatever.” Toan wipes his face clear of sweat as he rests against the ropes and then takes a glance over his shoulder and Manson who is still on his back blinking into the Nevada sun and sweat pouring down his face. Toan crawls across the ring on his knees and covers Manson as quickly as possible while hooking a leg. Joe Johnson is in position and begins to count the fall. [align=center]…1 …2 …SHOULERS UP!!![/align] With all his might, Jack shoves Toan off as he raises his shoulders from the mat and rolls into the seated position. Toan wastes no time moving back in on Manson and wrapping his arms around Manson’s neck with a reverse headlock. Toan begins to slide backwards on his knees adding pressure to Manson’s throat until he has him prone on his back and maximum pressure on the hold. He then tries to twist his body around to attempt a grapevine like Manson applied earlier but this only allows for Manson to reach the ropes and causes Joe Johnson to call for the break on the hold. This time though Toan does not listen and holds onto the wear down hold for a bit longer as Johnson begins the DQ count. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4…[/align] Before the ref can reach five Toan releases the hold and jumps to his feet where he quickly stomps on the back of his head as he still grasps onto the ropes. He then drives back with his leg and with full force kicks Jack with the toe of his boot at the base of his neck. This only infuriates Manson who gets an adrenaline burst and rises up to his knees and glares into Toan’s face. Toan winds up and chops Manson with all his strength across the chest but Jack appears unfazed. Jack then pushes up to his feet challenging Toan to bring it and his opponent does just that with a front round house kick to the head. Manson doubles over holding onto the ropes and Toan moves in kicking him in the abdomen. Jack stands straight upright holding his stomach and backs into the corner. Toan charges in after him but gets Manson’s size thirteen boot to his chest. Manson then lets out a growl and Toan backs away holding his chest and then bursts out of the corner leveling his nemesis with a huge clothesline. Jack climbs to his feet quickly and moves over Toan who has himself in the seated position. He then moves in grabbing a handful of his opponents hair and then drives in smashing his knee into the side of Toan’s head. Again he grabs him by the head and drives another massive knee into his temple sending Toan down to his side laying on the canvas and then rolling onto his back. Jack steps up to his head and then places his boot onto his forehead and then rakes it with the toe of his boot. Toan sits upward holding his forehead and Jack wraps his arms around with another rest hold in a reverse chin lock. Every so often Jack cinches in the chin lock even tighter and flexes his massive biceps to restrict the airway even further. Jack then modifies it a little releasing one hand and modifies it into a crossface chicken wing. He then releases the crossface and hooks his other arm around the other arm of Toan stretching out his pectoral region. DV: “Just as promised, Jack is stretching Toan out. Showing him what a true wrestler is.” CM: “Please. Its not like Toan hasn’t been in this situation before.” Jack then pushes upward applying more pressure to the stretch and tries to pull Toan over with a double arm suplex. The Crimson King fights it as much as he can but cannot fight it enough as Manson manages to pull him over dropping him right on his head. DV: “HOLY FUCK!!!! WHAT A SUUUUPPPPLLLLLEEXXXXX!!!!” Toan flops over onto his stomach seemingly completely out of it and Jack sits up into a seated position clearly happy with the result of this suplex. The crowd are on their feet and are rumbling the desert sand as they cheer on Manson. He then adjusts his knee pads before turning and crawling to Toan who is not moving and face down. He rolls the opponent over and covers for the pin while hooking the leg. [align=center]…1 …2 …POWER OUT!!![/align] Just after powering out of the pinfall Toan moves into a quick barrel roll for the rope and out of the ring as Manson moves up to his knees frustrated that this did not put Toan away. Manson begins to hop around in the ring pumping himself up as Toan tries to recover from the amount of pain suffered from the suplex. The crowd are ecstatic as Joe Johnson begins to count Toan out of the ring. [align=center]1…. 2… 3… 4…[/align] Manson not wanting his final match to end on a count out heads for the ropes past Johnson and breaks the count as he moves after Toan who is on all fours still trying to recover from the suplex. Jack makes his way to Toan and quickly lifts him up off the mat grasping around his wrist and hurls him into the guard rail about eight feet away with all his might. Jack then follows in and is caught off guard much like Toan was earlier as Toan brings up his foot with a huge round house kick to the side of the head. Manson stops in mid sprint and makes a dive to the matted floor as Toan too makes a tumble down to his hands and knees behind him clearly worn from the battle. Both men are moving toward their feet as Johnson continues on with a double count out on the participants. [align=center]4…. 5…. 6…[/align] It is Manson who is on his feet first and into action as he grabs Toan by the tights and neck and hurls him back into the ring and breaks the officials count out. Jack then climbs in the ring behind him and quickly drops over hooking the leg for the cover. Johnson begins to count the pinfall as he drops down to the mat. [align=center]…1 …KICK OUT!!!![/align] Johnson just barely has his hand slapped to the mat for the one when Toan kicks his legs firmly out of the hook and breaks the pinfall by bringing his shoulder up. Jack sits up thinking what he will do next momentarily and then rolls back up to his feet and Toan too moves to his knees. Jack grabs him before he can get any farther and quickly scoops in and slams him down to the canvas with authority. He then moves into the corner and begins to scale the turnbuckles as the crowd get behind him and he turns his back to the down Toan. DV: “Something we haven’t seen in a long while from Jack Manson. His patented moonsault.” Manson goes airborne and just as he is over Toan his opponent lifts his knees and Manson lands straight on top of them and has the wind drawn directly out of his body upon impact. Jack rolls around holding his stomach in agony as Toan rolls to his hands and knees and then his feet. He grabs Manson up with him and then spins quickly into a round house kick that staggers his opponent back into the ropes. Jack drops down into the middle rope and rests against them as Toan moves in with a hard knife edge chop. Again he moves in with a knife edge chop but Jack seems resistant to its force and moves toward his feet. Toan then grabs him by the head pulling him to his feet and then scoops in picking him off the mat and then slamming him hard to the mat near the corner. He measures his opponent and then begins to move up the turnbuckles from the inside and stops when he gets to the second turnbuckle he takes a leap and drops a knee straight over Manson’s head. CM: “KNEEEEEEE DROPPPPPP!! He nearly crushed Manson’s head like a grape!” Jack rolls onto his side holding his hands to his throbbing head as Toan moves back to his feet and grabs him up by the neck pulling him to his feet. He then hooks in and grabs a handful of Manson’s tights pulling him up for a suplex but Jack counters by dropping to a knee. Jack then pushes up to his feet and attempts to reverse the suplex into his favor but just can’t quite get Toan up and the Deathmatch Bastard manages to spin through grabbing Jack by the arm and drops him to the ground with an arm bar applying major pressure on it as he does. CM: “AWWWWW YEAH!! BREAK HIS FUCKING ARM!!” KR: “Things not looking too good for Jack Manson at the moment. Can he endure the pain of his arm trying to broken in two?” DV: “It’s too early. He can’t tap out!” The more pressure puts down on Jack’s arm the more the former champion screams for mercy and attempts to pull himself closer to the ropes. Meanwhile, Joe Johnson is down in Jack’s face asking for the submission but the former GM refuses to give in. KR: “Toan is being relentless he is trying to break the arm of Manson.” CM: “He’s showing Jack if he wants respect then he’s gotta earn it!” DV: “Believe you me….Jack will have earned Toan’s and any other doubters respect by the end of the night!” With each grunt and groan, Jack pulls himself closer and closer to the ropes where he eventually is able to grasp onto the bottom and break the hold. Johnson immediately calls for the hold and Toan releases but only after yanking back on Jack’s arm one more time for good measure. The former SIC then climbs up to his feet and stomps down on the worn arm of Manson. Jack then pushes to his hands and knees as Toan continues his attack winding up with a toe kick and connects straight into the side of his arm. Manson winces in pain and pushes up to his knees bending his arm in an attempt to work the pain out. Toan pushes him the rest of the way up and then fires off with a hard knife edge chop as he backs into the ropes. He fires off with another knife edge chop square across the chest of his opponent and then grabs him by the arm and begins to hurl him across the ring for the opposing ropes. However in mid whip Jack shifts the momentum and whips Toan to the ropes instead. As Toan returns Jack hunches down and grabs him around the waist lifting him high into the air and spinning through with it and driving him down into the mat. DV: “SPINE BUSTERRRRR!!!!” Jack shifts his weight over on top of Toan’s legs putting all his weight on his opponents shoulder for the pinfall. Johnson slides into place and begins to slap his hand to the mat for the pinfall. [align=center]…1 …2 …POWER OUT!!![/align] Manson rolls back onto his knees in amazement that his opponent was able to kick out after such punishment. Johnson shows Jack that it was only a two count and the former champ moves back into action climbing to his feet. He staggers about the ring momentarily and then moves back after Toan stomping a big boot into his chest. He then moves around the ring rotating his arm in attempt to work off some of the soreness from the prior arm bar applied by Toan. Again he moves back to Toan and grabs him up off the canvas by the head and to his feet. He now begins to fire off with rapid open hand chops to the chest of his opponent. [align=center]SLAP! SLAP! SLAP![/align] With each slap he moves Toan into the corner and then reaches in grabbing him by the arm to whip him out across the ring into the opposite corner. As Toan hits the turnbuckle with great force he begins to come back out and Manson charges in scooping him off his feet and setting him up on the top turnbuckle. KR: “MUSCLE BUSTER!!!!!” DV: “PAIN….PAIN….PAIN!!!!!” Jack climbs up on the second turnbuckle and attempts his finisher but Toan instinctively wraps his legs around the ropes so that he cannot pull him up into the Muscle Buster finisher. Manson then gives up and drops back to the mat and Toan climbs down from the turnbuckle where he is on the receiving end of a straight boot to the gut. As he goes to double over Manson snaps an open hand chop to his chest and sends him back upward. He then grasps in on his opponents arm to shoot him across the ring again and follows up with a huge splash into the corner with his two hundred eighty pound girth. Toan staggers out and Jack grabs him around the neck shoving him downward and cinches in his legs and quickly pulls him up. DV: “PPPPAAAAAAIIINNNNN!!!” Manson hits his muscle buster finisher much to the pleasure of the crowd and then quickly rolls over his opponent for the cover as Joe Johnson drops to the mat and begins to count the fall along with the crowd. [align=center]…1 …2 ….3 …NOOOOOOO!!!!!![/align] With a shoulder up at the last minute Toan saves himself from defeat and breaks the fall. The crowd are stunned and gasp as he kicks out of Manson’s patented Pain finisher. Both men lay on the mat momentarily and stare into the sky sweating profusely and it is Manson who is moving up to his feet but by no surprise. He moves into the corner as Toan by much surprise getting to his feet and as he turns to look for Manson he is leveled with a stiff arm. KR: “LARIAT!!!” DV: “I think he decapitated Toan!” Jack drops for the cover again and the official is right there to count it. [align=center]…1 …2 …KICK OUT!!![/align] Jack and Toan begin to roll up to their feet at the same time and it is Manson who is standing tall first. He grabs Toan by the head to pull him in but the Hardcore Jesus bursts out of the grasps of his opponent and fires off with a hard kick into the side of Jack’s ribs. He then charges in with a headbutt rush and sends Manson staggering backwards. Toan then makes a run for the ropes and rebounds off only to return with an Onita style running headbutt. Toan staggers around the ring for several moments like a drunken sailor before moving back in over Jack and grabbing him by the arm. He pulls him up to his feet slowly by that arm and then strikes in with repeated chops to the neck. Then in a blink of an eye moves in with a quick spiked DDT driving Manson’s head hard into the mat. CM: “AMEN DDT!!!” He drops for the cover and Johnson is there to count. [align=center]…1 …SHOULDER UP!!![/align] Toan wastes no time grabbing Jack back up to his feet and going back to work on him. Now holding Jack in a bend over position he begins to kick Manson in the forehead repeatedly and then Manson bursts upward in a sudden burst of adrenaline and stares Toan down. The stunned Toan does not even see the right hand fly as Jack catches him square in the jaw with a closed fist punch. Toan drops down to his ass holding his jaw and Johnson gets right in Manson’s face warning him of the illegal use of the closed fist. Jack just pushes past the official clearly pissed off now. DV: *excited* “He’s a pissed off mother fucker now! Get in his way and he will break you in two you fucking punk!” CM: “Do I sense some hostility toward, Toan yourself, Dean?” DV: “I can’t stand the disrespectful little twat as much as Jack can’t.” KR: “Some wrestlers burn bridges in the locker room. It would be a safe bet to say that Toan is one of those wrestlers.” Manson stands over Toan now beckoning him to get to his feet as the official checks to see that he is ok and that the closed fist did not cause any damage. Toan being a trooper moves to his feet slowly and Manson is right there to cut him back down. He fires in with a left followed by a right and then another left. [align=center]RIGHT HAND RIGHT HAND LEFT HAND RIGHT HAND[/align] With the final right hand Toan swaggers like a falling tree and then topples back to the mat with a huge thud. Again Johnson gets in his face for the closed fists but does not disqualify him for the blatant disregard to the rules. CM: “COME ON, JOHNSON! DO YOUR JOB AND DQ HIM!” DV: “How about you do your job and call the match and not worry about the refs job.” KR: “Now, now boys!” Toan begins to climb to his hands and knees and Jack moves in driving a clubbing fist down to the back of his neck. He then scoops Toan up grabbing him by an arm and whips him into the ropes. As Toan rebounds back, Jack scoops in hoisting his opponent up into a gorilla press and spins around the ring holding him high for the crowd to see as the cheer him on to drop him on his head. Instead though Jack makes a move forward and hurls Toan forward dropping him throat first onto the top rope. His opponent slams down to the mat and holds his throat gasping for air as Manson moves around the ring just as angry if not angrier than he was just moments ago. He then goes in for the cover hooking the leg. [align=center]…1 …BURST OUT!!![/align] Jack does not slow down and goes to pick Toan up by the head but is on the receiving end of a quick kick to side of the head that makes him take a step back. He however moves back in to grab Toan up again and is kicked again. This time however rather than moving to pick his opponent back up he repeatedly stomps on Toan’s head until he rolls away and then moves in to grab him up and straight into an abdominal stretch. Joe Johnson moves in looking for a submission from Toan but the Deathmatch Bastard refuses to give in. Jack repositions his body and locks in the move adding more pressure and solidifies his position in the middle of the ring to reduce the chance of Toan breaking the hold by ropes. However as Manson is repositioning Toan is able to slip a leg free and then dive for the ropes breaking the hold. Jack moves after and stomps him in the head before pulling him up by the arm and leveling him with a short arm clothesline. Again he pulls him up and goes for a short arm but Toan reverses. CM: “REVERSAL!!!” Toan ducks under the short arm and grabs Manson from behind going for a german suplex. Manson reacts quickly driving an elbow back and into the side of Toan’s face. This opens the opportunity for him to cinch in from the side and for a side suplex that Toan quickly shifts his weight on causing Manson to set him back to the canvas. He then drives several elbows into the back of his head causing him to release his grasp and then quickly lifts him for a suplex and a falcon arrow. CM: “RAZOR BLADE KISS!!!” KR: “Toan just dropped Manson on his head!” Toan seemingly using every bit of energy he had drops face first to the mat and moves slowly at getting toward Manson who appears out of it. Toan climbs slowly to his feet and works out some kinks in his arms as Manson slowly moves up to his hands and knees. As Manson moves to his feet Toan makes a signal and the crowd go frantic. CM: “SPIDER IN THE BRAIN!!!!” KR: “This could be over right here!” As Toan moves in for the Oriental Spike, Manson drops down to a knee and then springs upward knocking his hand away. He then scoops in behind grabbing Toan around the waist as the crowd erupt and he pulls him over with a release german suplex dropping Toan on his head. Both men lay barely moving for several moments and blink to the sky occasionally. It is Toan who moves first rolling toward the ring apron and dropping to the outside and Manson sits up pulling himself up to his feet. He then goes for the outside of the ring following after Toan and picks him up hurling him into the ring breaking the count out that had reached four. He then follows after and hooks a leg while covering his opponent. Johnson is ready and begins the count. [align=center]…1 …2 …NOOOOO!!!![/align] As Toan kicks out Jack sits up slamming his fists off the mat clearly angered that he cannot defeat Toan. He then moves to his feet waiting for Toan to rise and pumps himself up while waiting. Though he grows tired of waiting and as Toan is on his hands and knees he drives a double axe handle to the center of his back and then reaches down grabbing him around the waist. He hoists him up into a gut wrench and then proceeds to perform a sit out powerbomb with a pin attempt. [align=center]…1 …2 …TOAN KICKS OUT!!![/align] CM: “Jack has hit him with everything except the kitchen sink and Toan will not stay down. This shows how great of an athlete he is!” DV: “Trust this. Toan knows just as Jack does. The end is near for the Deathmatch Punk!” Manson climbs to his feet again and adjusts his tights as he plans the next move on his seemingly unbeatable opponent. He then moves in grabbing him up by the arm and hooking his massive arms around his waist. Toan makes a desperate run for the ropes grabbing on to them to prevent another suplex but Manson quickly pulls him off attempting again. This time Toan hooks his leg around Manson’s and the two struggle for control in the middle of the ring. Toan then fires with a hard elbow to Manson’s nose and then runs for the ropes and returns with a hard spinning heel kick to the face that takes him off his feet and to the mat. Toan crawls his hurt body across the canvas and drapes his torso over Manson for a pinfall as Joe slides in for the pinfall. [align=center]…1 …2 …2.99999999999 …SHOULDER UP BY MANSON!!!![/align] Toan rolls off and sits up taking in deep breaths and devising his next move before he moves back to Manson and pushes up to his feet. He grabs the former GM by the head and pulls him in tucking his head between his legs for what appears to be a power bomb. Toan quickly hoists Jack up into a powerbomb and slams him down back first into the mat. He then rests his weight upon Jack’s legs pressing his shoulders to the mat in a pinfall attempt. [align=center]…1 …2 ….3 …..NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!![/align] Jack kicks out shoving Toan down to the mat and then flops over onto his stomach. Toan sits up on the canvas with a surprised look on his face and is breathing very heavily as he moves toward Manson who is moving slowly upward. Toan quickly rolls him into the seated position and clubs him over the forehead with a stiff forearm and then without warning nails him with the oriental spike. CM: “SPIDER IN THE BRAIN!!!! Toan has done it!!!” KR: “Jack has to tap out.” Manson kicks his feet and tries to extend them out to reach the ropes but Toan has the submission locked in and refuses to release. Jack then twists his body causing the hold to weaken and instead pulls Toan on top of him into a pinning position. [align=center]…1 …2 …SHOULDER UP!!![/align] As Jack kicks out Toan flops over onto his back completely exhausted from the match and frustrated that he cannot put the former two time FIW champion away. Both men begin to roll onto their stomachs and push up toward their feet but it is Toan who moves upward first. He grabs Jack by the neck and pulls him up with him and sucks him in going for what looks like another powerbomb but Jack is quick to react as he lifts upward with his upper body and sends Toan over his shoulders with a back body drop to the mat. Toan is back up to his feet quickly as Jack staggers and moves to the ropes rebounding off. He goes for a clothesline but Jack blocks and the two hit heads and drop the mat at the same time. Joe checks on both men and debates wether either are capable of continuing on. KR: “This match is just coming past the thirty minute mark and it is nearly one hundred degrees in the Las Vegas desert. I’m not sure how much more these two can hold up!” Jack holds his head from the collision and it is Toan who is to his feet first and pulling Jack up to his feet again. He kicks him in the stomach with a toe kick and then as Manson doubles over, Toan reaches through grabbing Manson in a gutwrench and nails a rolling cradle. CM: “HOLY ROLLER!” KR: “Toan is putting it all on the line here!” DV: “Come on, Jack. Don’t you give up!” Toan slowly rises to his feet and staggers back over to the fallen Manson who he lifts up to his feet and nails the Holy Roller again. Manson appears to have had enough as he lays in a crumpled heap on the mat and Toan moves in again lifting him up off the mat and Toan moves in rolling him over onto his back. He then makes to the ropes and climbs to the top where he motions for the end all. He leaps off the ropes landing both knees square into the chest of Manson with the Jesus Bomber. CM: “JESUSSSSSS BOMMMMMBERRRRRRRR!!!” Toan scrambles for the cover and hooks a leg as Joe Johnson slides in for yet another pinfall. [align=center]…1 …2 …3 ….SHOULER UP AT THE LAST MINUTE!!![/align] The crowd pop loudly at Manson’s resilience and rise to their feet in anticipation of what will happen next in this extraordinary match up. Toan rolls up into a seated position and grasps onto the ropes as he pulls himself up off the canvas. He staggers to his feet and toward Manson as the former GM lies on his side obviously in tremendous pain. The former ECC then moves in picking Jack up again and within a blink of an eye hits a spike DDT in yet another attempt to put Manson away. Jack’s head cracks off the mat and he rolls up not quite sure where he is and into a seated position. Toan pounces in pure instinct and locks in the Oriental Spike. Manson flails uncontrollably trying to fight it but it is too much. He has taken too much of a beating. [align=center]TAP TAP TAP[/align] DV: “What the fuck? NOO!” CM: “Calm down, Venchenzo! Jack lost fair and square!” With that comment Dean turns to Chip and punches him in the face knocking him straight out of his chair and onto the floor. He then releases the breaks on his wheel chair and rolls it out toward ringside as the bell rings and Charles Cruz announces Toan the victor of the match up. KR: “I think Dean Venchenzo has lost it watching his good friend Jack Manson lose this match up to Toan.” [align=center]DING DING DING[/align] Dean rolls closer to the ringside and begins to scream and yell at Toan who is barely coherent in the ring as Joe Johnson raises his arm in victory. Charles Cruz: “Here is your winner by submission…..the Hardcore Jesus….the Deathmatch Bastard…..the Crimson King…..TOAN!!!!!!!!!” Suddenly, Dean jumps up from his wheel chair much to the surprise of everyone in attendance as you can hear a large gasp from the crowd. KR: “HOLY HELL!!! Dean Venchenzo is on his feet. I thought he was paraplegic!” Dean then digs under the ring and rips out a steel chair before sliding into the ring with it. He waits for Toan to climb up to his feet groggily and then charges forward full sprint nailing him in the head with it and knocking him back down to his feet as he stands up. KR: “What is the meaning of this and have we all been had?” Dean then moves in like a rabid wolf and bashes his victims head repeatedly with the chair until his head begins to bleed profusely. He then turns to the ropes and climbs out of the ring and digs under it again. This time he produces a cardboard box and carefully slides it into the ring. He then tears the end open and tilts it so that the contents spill onto the mat and reveals about a dozen halogen light tubes on the canvas. Dean then moves over the exhausted Toan and lifts him up off the mat and quickly tucks his head in between his legs and hoists him up and drives him down into the mat with a huge powerbomb straight into all the light tubes. KR: “Somebody needs to stop this. It is ridiculous. His beef was with Jack not you Dean!” Venchenzo then makes his way over to Manson who has had a moment to recover a bit and helps him up to his feet. He then screams at Charles Cruz for a ring microphone and is tossed one immediately. Dean then holds it up to Manson’s mouth and a large amount of heavy breathing is heard as Jack begins to address the crowd. Manson: “Let me introduce to you all my recently rehabilitated *laughs* friend and client….Dean Venchenzo. At this time my client would like to make a challenge to the man who defeated me this evening to a series of matches. But not any ordinary matches…definitely nothing like the match we just endured. Rather a series of five death matches!!!” KR: “Toan is the Death Match Bastard….What is Dean thinking?” Jack and Dean move in over Dean and smile approvingly at the destruction Venchenzo has laid upon Jack’s evenings opponent. Manson pulls the microphone up to his lips one more time as Dean takes a couple more cheap shots at Toan. Manson: “I don’t expect a response right now, Toan. Seeing as you’re a little shattered right now *laughs*…..But I hope you don’t make us wait too long or things can only get more difficult.” Jack spits down onto Toan’s battered body and then tosses the microphone at him. He and Dean then begin to make their exit from the ring as EMT’s rush down to check on Toan. We take a quick break away from the sights, sounds and actions of FIW Summer of Sin to focus on the parking lot a few yards away from the gathering of tents and trailers where the Superstars are based. A black car pulls up to the front of the parking lot, and after a few moments the door opens causing the crowd to erupt (well the Slam! part of the crowd anyway) because Nightmare has emerged from the car. He shuts his door, looking down towards the ring setup and waves, knowing the 'Tron cameras have picked him up. KR: There he is! Nightmare said last week he would be at Summer of Sin in some capacity and he is here! He rounds the car to the other side, opening the other door and letting Orchid come out of the car to another round of cheers, they lock up the car and then head towards the Slam! tent/trailer area, picking the closest trailer near their car to head inside so they can get ready to enjoy Summer Of Sin. KR: Question is though, what will he be doing here? My guess is it'll have something to do with the SIC match. CM: I bet Nightmare, the bitter man he is, is going to ruin the SIC match since he didn't get the spotlight! KR: We'll find out later on! JH: And now ladies and gentlemen it is the first TNT match of the night! TM: Otherwise known as the first good match of the night, god was Toan and Manson horrible? JH: Settle down Thomas, we don’t need to be acting like children and have some crazy brawl between the announcers. TM: Well in either case this next match will help take my mind off of that extremely crappy wrestling, it’s Funky Bunch time! JH: Oi, yes it is the tag titles match pitting the reigning champions in Carl Lucas and the skull cowboy against Smarty Smark’s Funky Bunch, and Smarty seems to have a master plan to make this match memorable. TM: I already know what it is. JH: You do? What is it? TM: Can’t tell you, but just know it is a brilliant move on Smarty Smark’s part. MA: The following contest is the scheduled opening event for the TNT side of Summer of Sin and it is a contest to determine the FIW World Tag Team Champions. The time limit for this contest is thirty minutes and the referee assigned to this contest is Richard Kelly! “Hey Now” hits the speakers and the crowd explode for their favourite silent giant. Strobes search the auditorium before returning to the entranceway to pick out his massive silhouette cast against the entrance. [align=center]I'm a menace to society baby The police wanna relocate me They running with gun up but they can't fade me They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy I ride one in the chamber, gun on cock '6-tre Chevrolet rollin without no top Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop California to Virginia Timmy making it hot [/align] He steps forward onto the walkway, his title belt sparkling under the house lights, his eyes focused completely on the ring as his partner Remy steps out from his impressive shadow. The two begin their trek toward the ring, Remy bopping to the beat and generally trying to have a good time, Carl remaining as stoic as ever. [align=center]Taking long rides in the G4 plane X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane Yeah! Got the world saying my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, c'mon! Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody[/align] As the chorus kicks in the two Cajuns reach the ring, Remy breaks off and moves to a natural position as Carl steps up onto the apron and in over the top rope. He removes his strap and hands it to the ref before walking across the ring, grabbing a hold of the top set of cables and tugging at them as if to test their integrity. Seemingly happy they can hold his weight, Carl turns back to the entranceway to await the start of his match. MA: Introducing one half of the reigning FIW World Tag Team Champions…He hails from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighs in tonight at three hundred and thirty eight pounds, standing erect at six feet and nine inches…HE! IS! CAAAAARRRRRLLLLLL LLLLUUUUUCAAAAAAASSSSSS~!!! [align=center]"Adelante, amigos!"[/align] A driving chord from Rammstein's Richard Kruspe-Bernstein begins "Te Quiero Puta", which is almost drowned out as the signature rumble of a Harley Davidson motorcycle roars through the desert. The tan, black, and chrome monster is ridden between the partitions by none other than the sinister skull cowboy. Flying almost perfectly in line above the skull cowboy is his raven, Nemesio, which lands on a turnbuckle as the cowboy cuts the engine. He dredges toward the ring with methodical slowness, paying no mind to the fans as their mixed feelings echo through the sands. He steps below the top rope, then removes his hat and coat, setting them in his corner and staring a hole through the entrance way with his nothing eyes. MA: And introducing the other half of the reigning FIW World Tag Team Champions…Hailing from Angel Fire, New Mexico and he weighs in tonight at a grand total of three hundred and fifty six pounds, standing at an exact six feet and eleven inches…HE! IS! THE SSSSSKULLLLLLLLLL COOOOOWBOOOOOOOOYYY~!!! Suddenly “Drugs” the instrumental version by Lil’ Kim begins to play over the sound system, and without fail the entire Funky Bunch makes their way from behind the curtain. Dark blue strobe lights and laser lights shine and run across the crowd as Alex Evans leads the pack. Right behind him is Extreme Ninja #2 and behind both of them, walking side by side, is the ever smug Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man. Smarty Smark walks over to the ropes and sits on the middle rope, opening it up enough to let Alex and Ninja enter the ring while Smarty and Paper Bag Man stay out on the walk way. MA: And introducing the challengers…They are representing the Managerial Firm of Smarty Smark and Smark…THEY! ARE! ALEX “MISTER HIGH SPOT” EVANS AND “THE CROWN JEWEL OF THE FUNKY BUNCH” EXTREME NINJA #2~! THE FFFFFFFFUNNNNNNNNNNNKYYYYYYYY BUNNNNNNNNNNNCH~!!! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] TM: Ah, the moment of truth has arrived. JH: We are about to have perhaps one helluva ma…what the hell are they doing? TM: What do you mean? JH: Thomas, what the hell are Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man doing. As Alex stares down with the tag team champs Smarty Smark and PBM from the ramp way wave to Ninja, Ninja looks around in a clueless manner, not sure if they mean him or not, once they both nod their heads yes he seems even further confused. EN #2 exits back out of the ring to see what is up and walks up the ramp way to Smarty and PBM, who immediately wrap their arms around Extreme Ninja #2’s shoulders in a half hug sort of fashion and start leading the way to the backstage area. Ninja turns around in their clutches and points back to the ring, pointing to Alex Evans, his team mate, Smarty shakes his head in a disproval manner and says “Leave him”, Ninja continues to look back at Evans for a few moments before he grudgingly follows his manager and his assistant to the back. It is about this time that Alex turns around and notices his team mate is missing, he looks around in a panic and then sees the backs of his fellow stable members fading behind the curtain, he curses under his breathe and turns around to see the tag champs still towering over him, Alex gulps and recklessly charges head on, only for the tag champs to lift him up into the air and slam him down with a double spine buster. JH: What the hell?! Smarty Smark abandoned his own client! TM: Ha ha! The plan went off without a single hitch! JH: This was his brilliant plan?! To send Alex like a lamb to slaughter?! TM: Smarty said he was going to get rid of dead weight, his managerial firm has no place for people like Alex Evans and Kendra Norton if they can’t get the job done, only us winners are allowed to stay in it. Evans cries out in pain as he arches his back, groping at it, he rolls away from the two monsters and gets back up to his feet, groaning and panting, looking around like a wounded and cornered animal, which at this point he basically is. Mister High Spot bounces off of the ropes and yells a war cry as he charges at Carl, who kicks him in the mid-section, causing Alex to double over and allow Carl to throw his head right between the legs of the skull cowboy. The skull cowboy looks around, cracking his neck a bit as he looks out into the sea of humanity before wrapping his arms around Alex’s waist, with a heave he lifts Evans up onto his shoulders and drops one arm as Carl rushes and sling shots off of the ropes, barreling back towards Alex and his fellow tag champ. Skull cowboy twirls a bit before he starts to slam Alex down, in mid-air Alex’s head is caught by Carl’s massive arms and Mister Lucas delivers a sickening neckbreaker along with the skull cowboy’s Bombamuerte, the skull cowboy gets right back up to his feet and places one of his giant like boots on top of Alex’s lifeless chest! TM: Tremendous! A modified Bombamuerte! JH: I may like Carl, and I may at times be able to tolerate the skull cowboy, but this is horrible! Even if Alex is an ass hole it is two on one, two very big giants verse a cruiserweight! [align=center]1![/align] TM: Do you have some thing against short or skinny people Jonathon? JH: What?! Of course not! I’m just saying I’m not even sure David himself could slay these two Goliaths! [align=center]2![/align] TM: Well if Alex wants to keep the good life that Smarty provides him, he better kick out. JH: This would be considered in some states homicide! [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] MA: Here are your winners by pin fall…and STILL FIW Tag Team Champions of the World…THE SSSSSSKULLLLLLLLLLLLLLL COOOOOOOOWBOOOOOOOYYY ANNNND CAAAAAAAARRRRRRRLLLLLLLLL LLLLLUUUUUUUUCAAAAASSSSSSS~!!! As the music starts to play Richard Kelly hands the tag belts back over to the champs, they look at one another for a moment and give each other a respectable nod before Carl starts playing to the crowd, the skull cowboy along side his raven already making their way back to his bike. |
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Quickly the camera cuts backstage where Smarty Smark, Paper Bag Man and Extreme Ninja #2 are all walking towards the locker room area, suddenly Toby Bostock runs into view, trying to catch up to them. Toby: Smarty! Smarty! Hang on a second! Smarty and PBM, and Ninja all turn around and stop, looking at Toby as he catches up to them. When he does Toby lends forward, breathing heavily and trying to catch his breathe. Toby: Wha…*gasp*…Wh…*wheeze*…What was…*gasp* that…*gasp* out there?...*wheeze* Smarty Smark: What was that out there? Toby: Yes. Smarty Smark: I’ll tell you what that was out there, that was Alex Evans failing me once again. That was Alex Evans showing that he truly doesn’t have the talent, the skills, the ability and the looks to hang around us. To put it blunt that was the end of the old Funky Bunch as every one in FIW knew it. From now on I’m going to do what I should’ve been doing all along, focusing on the Crown Jewel of the Managerial Firm of Smarty Smark and Smark, Extreme Ninja #2’s career! Toby: Did the…*gasp*…incidents with Loon…*wheeze* have any thing to do with this? A frown quickly spreads across Smarty’s face and he picks Toby up by the collar of his shirt, bringing him in so they are face to face and shaking Toby threateningly. Smarty Smark: Don’t ever say that idiot’s name in my presence again! He is nothing! And I will show soon enough why he is nothing! Alex Evans and Kendra Norton may have been failures but I have international help coming in soon to deal with Loon! So don’t you worry your moronic little head, Loon hasn’t and will never get the last laugh on Smarty Smark! Smarty tosses Toby, freeing him from the up close encounter. Smarty Smark: Now if you excuse me I have some business attend to, as I plan to get set up what should’ve been Ninja’s all along and then we are going to go to Vegas and party! As I said shrimp cocktails, alcoholic drinks and women, and the dancing and gambling! Woo! Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: Sorry about that Toby. Smarty and PBM laugh as they led the way, pulling Ninja along with them as the camera pans back over to Toby for a moment before cutting else where. The camera cuts from else where to inside a mysterious locker room, it is mysterious because it is unknown as to who is using this locker room at the moment. A few primal grunts is all that can be heard from off camera, slowly the camera crew pans around the locker room, it looks a bit above the standard locker room in FIW, a few nice things here and there. It becomes quite clear why though when the camera focuses in on the couch and resting on it are two championship belts, both looking almost exactly the same and both being International Championships. Quickly the camera pans away from the couch to reveal the holder of said belts, Xtreme Kitten or at the very least part of Xtreme Kitten as the coffee table is blocking a full view, and probably a good thing too. As the reigning Slam Dual Crown Champion looks to be, kitten mask aside, completely and utterly buck naked on the floor, and it is quite obvious the grunts are coming from XK as he does pre-match stretches. Not even a full minute of Xtreme Kitten’s partly hidden nakedness when the locker room door opens and an unexpected visitor walks in, TNT’s Onikage, who as soon as he notices Xtreme Kitten on the floor shields his eyes. Onikage: Dear lord! Must you always do your stretches like this?! Xtreme Kitten: Hey, you were the one who didn’t knock and besides don’t deny it, you love seeing it. Xtreme Kitten hops up onto his feet, revealing to a surprisingly big female cheer his bare buns before he walks off camera, the camera pans around as Onikage, twitching slightly now, walks deeper into the locker room. His former Ordinary team mate walks back into the camera’s view, now thankfully wearing a orange silk robe with Garfield heads all over it, though sadly it is a robe that is cut extremely high, only reaching mid-thigh on XK, Onikage raises an eyebrow to the robe and it takes a few moments, as he was admiring himself in his title belts, for XK to notice the look. Xtreme Kitten: What? Lucy got it for me. Onikage: No no, I didn’t say any thing about it…the robe is… Onikage’s eyes advert from the robe and the Straight Edge Savior seems to be thinking of his choice of words. Onikage: Nice, it is very nice. Xtreme Kitten: As I was saying, don’t deny you love seeing this body of mine, I could turn the straightest of men gay when they look at this perfection. Onikage: Yes…Indeed, I still recall last time I had the pleasure of stumbling in on you while you were stretching…In my nightmares… For a few moments there is an awkward silence between the two Ordinary members until XK looks around and shrugs. Xtreme Kitten: So what’s up hack? Come here to act like a good will ambassador only to go around and have your little lackey DD try to compare to what is incomparable? Onikage: His name is JJ-chan. Xtreme Kitten: Whatever, all I know is that whenever a person’s first name starts with the same letter as their last name, and they use those two letters as a shortened nickname, they can’t be good. Onikage: And what of OO? Kitten stares at Onikage blankly for a few moments until Onikage sighs lightly and shakes his head. Onikage: Orion Oldriod? Xtreme Kitten: Ooooooh…right…him…yeah, him too. Onikage: Any ways the reason I came here is due to your opponent tonight. Xtreme Kitten: That Yoshi guy? What about him? Don’t tell me he is one of your pupils. A slight scoff escapes Onikage’s lips at Kitten’s comment. Onikage: No, my students are much more well trained than Kiyoshi is. Xtreme Kitten: I think you mean brain washed. Onikage: No, I mean well trained. Xtreme Kitten: House trained? Onikage: Well trained. Xtreme Kitten: Brain washed. Onikage: Well trained. Xtreme Kitten: Brain washed. Onikage: Well trained. Xtreme Kitten: Brain washed. Onikage: Well trained. Xtreme Kitten: Brain washed. Onikage: Well trained. Xtreme Kitten: Brain washed. Onikage: Well trained. Xtreme Kitten: Brain washed. Onikage: Well trained. Xtreme Kitten: Brain wa- Onikage: -Enough! As I was attempting to say before you started this argument- Xtreme Kitten: -You started it, not me- Onikage: -your opponent is some thing you aren’t entirely familiar with, even if you have studied a bit of martial arts. He is from the far east- Xtreme Kitten: -Byron Bay? Onikage: -No, Japan, and as such he is much more well trained in the art of Strong Style as they call it as well as various types of martial arts, though his personal preference seems to lean towards Judo. But what you lack in knowledge of his customs and ways, I easily make up for, as you are aware I trained in Japan and follow their way of life. Xtreme Kitten: Wait, you aren’t Japanese? I thought with your name and all you were Japanese. Onikage: No, I was not born in Japan. Xtreme Kitten: Wow…my whole world has been shaken from it’s very core…well okay, no it hasn’t, but still… Onikage: So what I am offering you is guidance in whole to handle Kiyoshi, advice on how to handle his style as well as moral support with me coming out with you to ringside. Xtreme Kitten: I still can’t believe you aren’t Japanese… Wait a second why are you here? Onikage: Ah well, um- Xtreme Kitten: Lucy sent you didn’t she?! Onikage doesn’t answer but nods a little. Cracking his neck a bit Xtreme Kitten falls silent and mulls over the offer. Xtreme Kitten: Okay, sure, can’t cross Lucy, come seat down next to me and we’ll discuss strategy. Kitten pats the cushion on the couch beside him and Onikage looks over with a hint of fear as he looks between the cushion and Xtreme Kitten’s dangerously short robe. Onikage: Must I? Xtreme Kitten: Yes. Onikage sighs lightly and walks over towards the couch as the camera cuts else where. Back we go to the 'backstage' area, more importantly to what appears to be the Prince of Pain's trailer. The door opens and out he and Orchid come to a round of cheers, they start heading towards the 'arena' setup. Along the way they cross paths with Hybrid who is walking in the backstage area. Hybrid stops Nightmare once he notices him. Hybrid: "Hey, Nightmare, seeing you reminded me...What'd you mean when you said what you're doin' at Summer of Sin is for you to know and Xtreme Kitten to find out? I hope you aren't doin' anything stupid." Nightmare smiles confidently, turning back to face the former World Champion. Nightmare: "Orchid and I are going to go down to ringside and watch the International title match. I figure since Kiyoshi's the man that eliminated me to win the battle royal to get this match in the first place, I might as well watch him to see if this guy can step up to the test of the big time." Hybrid looks a little uneasy, furrowing his brow as he continues. Hybrid: "You sure that's a good idea? Lucy and that little weed Daisuke are gonna' be down there, I wouldn't doubt one of 'em is gonna try to piss you off somehow so you'll get involved and get that match thrown out." Again, this is met with a knowing smile from the Prince of Pain, regarding the man he once was at war with for a good part of his career. Nightmare: "Just trust me on this, Hybrid. Orchid and I simply wanna' go down and enjoy the title match, if Daisuke or Lucy want to try to antagonize us, that is their problem, not ours." Hybrid finally concedes seemingly, shrugging his shoulders. Hybrid: "More power to you, Nightmare. Just keep your head, I don't want to see you thrown outta' Summer of Sin for losing it and burying Daisuke out in the desert out there or something." He turns and walks away, back to his trailer, Nightmare and Orchid watch him for a moment before turning and continuing to the ring. The lights go down, except for the multi coloured spotlights on the stage flashing in time with synth intro to Rusty Nail and some pyro explodes as the guitars kick in. As the smoke clears Daisuke runs out, sword drawn, shouting at everyone who'll listen; he stops at the end of the stage to let the pain in his knee catch up with him, and he turns around and points the sword at the stage in time for the first chorus and slashes down to the floor as Toshi screams "Oh, Rusty Nail!" This is the cue for an uncomfortable looking Kiyoshi Nakahata, with his hood pulled up, to step out onto the stage and look rather surprised by the loud explosions going off around him. He starts his walk down to the ring and goes to shake hands with the fans down the ramp, but Daisuke starts shouting at him too, and tells him to get down to the ring. When he gets there he walks along the apron towards his corner and hops over the ropes to sit himself down on the top turnbuckle as he waits for his opponent. KR: Kiyoshi won a Battle Royal two weeks ago on Slam! for this opportunity. A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound of steel being hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck and an International championship on each shoulder. The pair get a hot jeer from the Las Vegas crowd. Xtreme Kitten stomps the floor in time with the beat of the hammer, he stays at the entrance stomping until percussion drops out. Kitten snaps to an attention like pose and someone else come from behind the curtain: grungy black hair, taped wrapped around most of his lower arm, red X’s on the back of his hands, shorts, furry boots and black windbreaker… KR: It’s Onikage! The sXe Savior receives an added jeer from the crowd. CM: Wow, I didn’t expect him to actually show up DV: Bastards lucky I’m a cripple, I’d show him what happens to traitors. I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walk towards the ring as the above verse is performed, flanked by Lucy and Onikage. The trio stop at ring side. DV: Wait a damn second. KR: Does Onikage look shorter then usually? CM: And rounder, though everyone looks rounder next to Xtreme Kitten. DV: That’s not Onikage. As of now I am a tool Of severe impact Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again stomps with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring towards the announcers table, Xtreme Kitten and Onikage talk strategy as they walk behind Lucy. CM: What do you mean it’s not Onikage? DV: Just look at him. The group stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Lucy head up the stairs and along the apron, Xtreme Kitten shadows her on the floor, the two stop in the middle of the side of the ring and look at the crowd and announcers, Onikage stands off to the left. I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction Lucy pulls Xtreme Kitten close to the apron and kneels down, Onikage moves in, Lucy reaches to undo the collar from around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, but unmasks Onikage; the crowd give a bit of a cheer as Onikage quickly covers his face and starts running around ringside, he slams into the announce desk and feel around with one hand for something to cover his face with. CM: Oh my god, they have unmasked Onikage! DV: It’s not Onikage! KR: I think Dean’s right, whoever it is it too fat to be Onikage. The hands covering the face slams down on the announce table, it’s Shaun “Wheezy” Ayres! CM: Wheezy is Onikage?! He’s been working both brands! DV: That’s not Onikage. KR: They’ve done it again, those Ordinary bastards have done it again, this is the same trick J.J. and Onikage pulled at Anarchy in the U.K. Lucy unleashes Xtreme Kitten and he runs towards the Slam! announce table, leaps over a laughing Ayres and onto the desk with ease the chorus starts at the same time. As of now I am a tool Of severe impact Hammer down Cause and effect And create a new world Xtreme Kitten stands in the middle of the Slam! announce table looking down at the announces as he speaks the chorus. DV: Yes, you are a tool. Kitten hops down off the table as the drums pick up, Shaun starts to head to the back still laughing. Xtreme Kitten stands under Lucy and looks up at her. Lucy yells with the verse up until the last line. Pound, drive, swing, strike Break down, smash down Pound and drive, swing and strike Break it down Xtreme Kitten quickly responds I am a tool Kitten then steps back and Lucy jumps into his arms, Xtreme Kitten lowers Lucy as the music cuts. Xtreme Kitten slides into the ring, stretches his back then stands up ready to start the contest. CC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, to a 60-minute time limit and will be for the Slam! International Championship! In the corner to my left, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Six Pounds, from Komachi City in the Aichi Prefecture of Japan; The Judo King of Aichi, he is Burning… NAKAHAAAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAAAA KI- YOSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! Kiyoshi stands up on the second rope in his corner, holds his hands up to scattered applause, from people who watched his fight the previous week and boos from the people who disapprove of the manner that he ‘earned’ this match. He hands his coat down to the apron to Daisuke as he steps down, into the ever extending shadow of the SIC as the sun sets behind him. CC: And in the corner to my right, from Shoal Bay Australia, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Fifty Five Pounds; he is Your Reigning Slam! International Champion... XTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME KITTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!! Xtreme Kitten stretches in his corner as the crowd give a similar, mixed reaction though the SIC gets both cheers and jeers louder. Referee Amy Spencer calls both combatants to the centre as the crowd in the front row are disturbed by security, which are escorting Nightmare and Orchid down the entrance aisle to a VIP front row seat. Amy Spencer’s eyes are caught by Nightmare’s appearance and it interrupts her display of the title to the crowd. By the time Nightmare has taken his seat, both Kiyoshi and XK are back in the corner, forcing her to take the title over to Kiyoshi. He puts his hand on the belt and nods to her, prompting her to take the belt over to Charles Cruz as Kiyoshi takes two steps forward. The bell rings and XK takes his first glance at his opponent for the evening as he paces towards him, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand until he finally sees what Kiyoshi has on his t-shirt. It’s an official Xtreme Kitten shirt, for which XK compliments him. Kiyoshi sees this and asks him [in Japanese] if he likes it before ripping it off in three separate pieces. He takes the time to rip it up into as many little bits as he can before throwing at him. Lucy takes up Charles Cruz’ microphone… Lucy: You shouldn’t have done that. Didn’t you know that each t-shirt comes with a free Cat Kick? And with that, XK goes to properly extend the offer to Kiyoshi, who spins behind and goes to German Suplex him! The Xtreme Kitten flips out of it and jumps in with the Kao Dode, forcing Kiyoshi back, avoiding the blow and diving in for an STO, eating a slap as Kitten dances away, preening himself. Kiyoshi takes up the same guard the people watching his fight from the MGM Grand Hotel Arena saw, arms up yet quite flat-footed. XK tests the water with a few low kicks; each one turned away off Kiyoshi’s kick pads. KR: And after some initial messing around, these two proud warriors finally turn their attention to the business of the day: the fight for the Slam! International Championship. CM: Joy. KR: That all you have to say about it? CM: Yep. Chip seems unimpressed at the slow start to the match, but neither of them seem to want make any significant move. The feeling-out process continues, Kiyoshi sticking to palm jabs, XK mixing in roundhouses, no higher than Kiyoshi’s waist at this point with the open hand strikes. Mostly XK is trying to keep Kiyoshi on the back foot, and while he is moving back some, he’s mostly standing his ground, occasionally moving when the time seems right. A good strategy until XK catches him with a sweep as he slides in for some palm strikes, sending him down. A gasp goes round the audience as Xtreme Kitten double stomps him, but get his foot caught. Kiyoshi tries to drag him down, but seems to be having difficulty after having the wind stomped out of him, and kicks being thrown at his kidneys. Mostly these kicks to the kidney, but two feet in his stomach helped. Nevertheless, Kiyoshi does have hold of the other ankle, and a twist [well, almighty heave to the side] is what it takes to bring him down. He carries on rolling to the side to get something that resembles a Cross Knee Lock on, but XK shifts his weight so Kiyoshi only has a front leg lock on. The advantage of this is that XK can get the exact same hold on Kiyoshi and some rolling allows him to get something that resembles a figure four on both of them. XK reaches out and grabs a handful of his opponent’s white hair and slaps him. Amy Spencer politely asks him to let go, but to no avail. In fact, Kiyoshi returns the favour and she’s left threatening to disqualify them both as the keep slapping each other vehemenantly across the face as they sit with their legs entangled, with a fist full of the other’s hair/mask. A five count is issued to the both of them, and Kiyoshi’s the first to let go, only to wrap his hand behind his opponent’s neck and pull back, using brute strength to force the champion to double over, giving him neither air nor leverage for his strikes unless he disentangles his legs. While Kiyoshi has been proven to be slightly slower than XK at his freshest, he’s no sloth and he is quick enough to get a grounded headlock on when his legs are free KR: I think Kiyoshi might be happy to keep the pace of this one down, having seen the speed and sharpness of the Xtreme Kitten’s strikes, but he seems more than capable of just absorbing them. Your thoughts Chip? CM: … KR: Oi! Wake up! Oh well, he’s gone. Back to the match; XK is back on his feet in a side headlock… And he shoots Kiyoshi off the ropes, kicking him in the chest on the way back which Kiyoshi just runs through and goes for a Lariat on the rebound, stopped on it’s merry way by a Jumping Knee, Kiyoshi’s rush completely halted by being dragged down into a Fujiwara Armbar or Wakigatame. Unfortunately for him, Kiyoshi’s close enough to the ropes to force a break with his toe, which XK gives immediately. Back on their feet, XK buoyed up by his mat success, runs in, and knocks Kiyoshi back with another knee strike keeping him pegged back with a flurry of kicks. Kiyoshi moves across and catches one of them and gets tagged in the face with XK’s other foot, dropping him to one knee, releasing the knee and… CM: SHIIIIINIIIIIIIING WIIIIIIIIZAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRD!!! Chip Martin’s woken up now that the pace has picked up, and force of Xtreme Kitten’s knee sends Kiyoshi flying back, slumped on the bottom rope. He tries to stand and gets prodded back down, with his arms across the second rope, in position for a Face Washer in the middle of the ropes. On the third scrape of the boot, XK nods at the crowd and runs the ropes so he can sprint in, full pelt, and slide right in on Kiyoshi’s jaw! Sending him half out of the ring, so he’s draped backwards across the middle rope, to a huge cheer from everyone in the outdoor arena not named Daisuke or Nightmare. Xtreme Kitten, rather proud of himself, tells Ref Spencer to start counting Kiyoshi out as he hops on a corner to start grooming himself however, since his feet are still inside the ring, he’s not technically out of the ring so can’t be counted out. Instead of actually explaining this to XK, she decides to enforce the rule about being on the top turnbuckle, giving him a count of five to get down, as Daisuke [well within his rights as Kiyoshi’s second, for once] goes over to check on his client, and wake him up. Kiyoshi eventually rolls over and gives him something of a bloody grin; it seems he got a cut in his mouth from that last kick; the cut on his cheek has re-opened and blood is also trickling out his nose. He struggles to his feet and turns to look at his opponent who isn’t particularly happy about the ref’s call about the turnbuckle, but seems to be respecting it anyway. The two square up and take up their guards once more, but before he does so, Kiyoshi spits bloody defiance at Xtreme Kitten’s feet, muttering something under his breath [Life for your crop, except in Japanese.] CM: It seems that Xtreme Kitten is taking umbrage at Kiyoshi’s continued presence. Was it the fluke win to garner him the match, or the fact that flecks of his blood now adorn his boots? KR: Well, you can’t say he has earned the match tonight. He’s still standing under a tornado of violence of Xtreme Kitten; palms, forearms, kne- CM: Ouch! KR: He stood his ground! Kiyoshi Nakahata, who by all rights should have been pushed back, stood his ground and rocked the champion with a headbutt! Xtreme Kitten is not one to take that sort of thing lightly, responds in kind. Within seconds they have each other by the back of the head, rocking each other’s cranium with their own. Eventually Kiyoshi falls back into the corner. XK laughs, and then whips him across the ring, following him with the Kao Loi! Kitten pushes him down for the first [and possibly last,] cover of the match! [align=center]One! Two!! Three…? No!?!?![/align] An almost awed gasp escapes the crowd as Kiyoshi kicks out! He sits up and is met with a Soccer Kick to the back. He rolls away, so the “Hardcore Pussy” as a certain commentator might say, tries to drop another double foot stomp on him, Kiyoshi avoids in and scrambles to his feet. The Wrong Way! XK goes for the Back Drop Driver! KR: Ipponzei!!! Kiyoshi pushes him back to the ropes to counter with the infamous shoulder throw, and falls on top! [align=center]One! Two!! Two and Three Quarters!!![/align] A proper cover might well have finished this, but since Kiyoshi only really fell on his opponent, he could do no better. XK is first up and he throws Kiyoshi over his shoulder for the Canadian Backbreaker! XK drops to one knee to accentuate the move, but Kiyoshi slips out as he does it and drops the Space Tornado Kiyoshi! He manages a proper lateral press, hooked leg and all, this time! [align=center]One! Two!! Half a Micron Away!!![/align] He pauses to wipe some blood away before continuing the offensive with the Dojime Sleeper! XK is clearly weakening, but he’s not out yet; not deigning to answer Ref Spencer as she asks if he wants to continue saving his strength to roll it over to within a title belt’s width of the ropes. Kiyoshi’s head seems to roll backwards, willing XK away from the ropes, but one last push is enough to get the champion onto his belly so he can touch the ropes with his boot. Kiyoshi seems too tired to release the hold properly, the pressure across the throat is removed immediately but the ref has to step in to drag him off. CM: Kiyoshi somewhat reluctant to release the hold there… KR: It looks like he’s too drained to break it. CM: That ought to teach him to be more respectful; Kitten’s Meow! [align=center]One! Two!! Three??? Ow’seedothat? Kick Out![/align] The commentators and some of the fans are of the opinion that it will take something bigger to keep him down. Unfazed, XK lets Kiyoshi stand up, and continues to dance in and out, pepper him with blows that Kiyoshi seems unable, or at least feebly, block. Eventually, the time comes to put him away; Uraken then the Pelé Kick! Kiyoshi goes back and flails and back and flails, but hits the ropes before the canvas and stumbles back towards his tormentor; showering him with blood and saliva. CM: That’s just wrong! That’s plain disrespectful. You can’t treat a champion like that and expect to get away with it. KR: I don’t think he expects to ‘get away with it” I think he’s doing everything he can to stay of his feet. CM: I don’t care! Cat Kick! The Cat Kick connects, almost decapitating Kiyoshi! He careens towards the ropes and instead of dragging him away, as would be customary, he calls for his challenger to get up and away from the ropes. Groggily, Kiyoshi obliges him and stumbles forward, swinging his arm, to no avail; he catches a second Cat Kick on the jaw!!! Cover! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] CC: Here is your winner, and Still Slam! International Champion… XTREEEEEEEME KIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEN!!! CM: Well, there you have it, a routine defence when it’s all said and done. KR: Perhaps. Kiyoshi fought bravely, but the champion was just too much for him in the end. With an almost spiteful smile on his faceas Body Hammer hits, The reigning champion holds his hands up in victory as Lucy snatches his title and puts it around his waist, leaving his battered and defeated challenger down on the floor, motionless. XK jumps up and preens himself on each turnbuckle for the crowd, as Lucy mocks Kiyoshi and Daisuke. Once XK is finally groomed to his satisfaction, they head to the back, as the doctors come out to check on Kiyoshi. The cameras cut back to the wrestlers’ preparation area to find Cruiserweight Champion April Lynn and TNT Referee Michaela Menendez in the middle of a conversation. April is wearing her Cruiserweight Championship over her shoulder as the two stand off to the side, allowing workers to rush back and forth, keeping the show running smoothly. Michaela: I better get going. I’m up next. April makes a face at the thought of the match Michaela is off to referee. April: Flaming Motorcycle Deathmatch. Good luck. Michaela: Thanks. I’m gonna need it. Michaela turns and rushes off towards the designated area for such a contest to take place. April stares after her for a moment before turning to find Remy. Unfortunately what she finds is the general manager Madison Lee headed in her direction. She kicks her bad luck and sigh, waiting in place for Madison to come to her. Madison: Hi April. Are you ready for Remy’s match later tonight? April: Uh-huh. April forces a fake smile on her face, adjusting the title back on her shoulder and sweeping her hair out from under the strap. Madison: Unfortunately I won’t be able to accompany Dante to ringside. I have some business I need to take care of. April: Oh, that’s too bad. We‘re all gonna miss you out there. The smile on April’s face is no longer fake and she makes no attempts to hide the relief of not having to keep an eye on her. Madison: Oh, but wait a minute. You probably won’t be out there either. April: No, I will be out there. Why else do you think I’m here? Madison: I thought you were here for your own match. April’s brow scrunches at the mention of her match. She opens her mouth to respond but doesn’t really know how to do so. Obviously she doesn’t have a match tonight. Madison should know that. Madison: Oh my gosh. Did I not tell you that you’d be defending your belt tonight? I could‘ve sworn I sent you that memo. *shrug* Sorry. Madison is very obviously NOT sorry and her grinning face lets it be known she’s enjoying April’s confusion over the situation. Madison: Yeah. I set up a nice little title defense for you. Since you’ve done so well at defending that belt. Madison looks down over April’s baby blue tank top and loose black skirt. She brings her fingers to her lips and shakes her head at the sight. Madison: It’s too bad I forgot to tell you. And you don’t even have time to change before your match either. April: Why do you say that? Even as the question is leaving April’s lips “Don’tcha” by the Pussycat Dolls can be heard echoing from the ring area. April’s eyes narrow in on Madison, her jaw clenching in anger. She only seems to be intensifying the enjoyment Madison is getting out of this. Madison: Good luck, April. Madison crosses her arms, a smug look on her face as she waits for April’s response. April grits her teeth and shakes her head, deciding it’s not worth it and rushes off towards the gorilla position, prompting an even larger grin from Madison. Back in the live arena, the crowd continues to cheer as “Don’tcha” plays over the speakers and April Lynn’s entrance video loops on the big screen. JH: Can you believe this?! April shows up here to be Remy’s corner tonight and Madison makes her defend her title! TM: Can I believe this? No, I can’t! We’re getting an extra match here at Summer of Sin! This is great! April eventually makes her way through the curtain, prompting the crowd to cheer louder for her arrival. She hesitates at the entrance, grabbing her belt off her shoulder and raising it into the air for another pop from the crowd. MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FIW Cruiserweight Championship! Introducing first from Aurora, Ohio… she is the FIW Cruiserweight Champion… AAPPPRRRIILLLL LLLYYYNNNN!!! JH: An impromptu title defense here at Summer of Sin. I’m not unhappy to see this match but it’d be nice if April had a chance to prepare. TM: No, I like what she’s wearing. JH: You would. April climbs up the steps and slips into the ring under the bottom rope. She raises her championship into the air and shows it off to all four sides of the ring before passing it off to Richard Kelly, who has hustled down to the ring from Madison’s order. April casts her attention back to the entrance way, getting in a few stretches. JH: April has had no time to prepare for this match. You can look at her attire and see she wasn’t intending to compete here tonight. She doesn’t even know who her opponent is tonight. TM: Well, she’s the one that ran her mouth and said she’s beaten everyone. Let her prove. JH: She’s beaten everyone because she’s had an opportunity to prepare for them. Just like everyone else does. “Don’tcha” fades out just moments before the tune of classic kung-fu music echoes through out the P.A. speaker and soon “Ninja" kicks in. [align=center]"Damn I wish I could be a Ninja" “Damn I wish I could be a Ninja" “Damn it feel good to see people up on it"[/align] As the music continues to play smoke fills the arena and a mysterious cloaked figure walks out. A few of the fans dressed up like Ninjas begin to cheer on their hero. Slowly the cloaked figure raises his head to have the hood fall off and reveal his Ninja mask. The rest of the fans cheer on Extreme Ninja #2 as he pumps his sign proudly up into the air. However the cheers soon turn to jeers as Smarty Smark with a grin on his face struts out with Paper Bag Man right behind him. Ninja silently sighs as Smarty points at his client and yells "The Man!" JH: Oh! How did Smarty swing this? TM: Are you kidding me?! April Lynn vs. Extreme Ninja #2 live here on Summer of Sin! JH: Smarty knew about this, didn’t he?! That’s why he had Ninja abandon Alex Evans in the Tag Team Championship match! Damn him! MA: Introducing the challenger, being accompanied to the ring by Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man… weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds; from Detroit, Michigan… he is EXTREME NINNNJJJAAA NUMBER TTTWWWOOOOO!!!! “Drink four glasses of milk a day!" Extreme Ninja #2's sign reads as he charges along the entrance ramp before he hops over the top rope. Smarty Smark stays back as he takes his sweet time strutting down towards the ring. When he finally arrives he points down and PBM sadly gets down on his hands and knees on the apron. Smarty uses him as a foot stool and climbs up him to climb over the top rope. After entering the ring Ninja sets his sign in the nearest corner to him and disrobes himself. Smarty Smark claps and points once again confidently at Ninja as he praises him. Richard Kelly asks Smarty to leave the ring which causes a non-audio able insult from Smarty before points warningly at April and exits the ring. DING-DING The bell sounds and both competitors step out of their corners. Both seem to be distracted, however, as Smarty begins yelling for Ninja to take her down. April marches towards the ropes and yells something down to Smarty, which allows Ninja to roll her up with a school boy! [align=center]One! Two!! Kick-out![/align] JH: An early pin attempt from Ninja. TM: Much too early. April rolls off her shoulders and both are back to their feet. Smarty asks Ninja if he let April up. Ninja just simply shrugs his shoulders and looks as innocent as you can look in a mask. The two circle one another and finally move in for a standard collar and elbow tie up that sees the fighting for dominance. Ninja slips around, catching April in a rear waistlock before an back elbow from April catches him in the masked face! April spins around and blasts him with an elbow strike! She throws a second one and a third one! All the while, Smarty screams for Ninja to do something! JH: April may not be ready for this but she’s gonna fight! TM: I think Ninja’s holding back! Why would he do that? JH: It’s simple, really. I’m not so sure Ninja enjoys the fact that he’s getting his one-on-one Cruiserweight Championship opportunity in this manner. Just because he’s contractually bound to Smarty Smark doesn’t mean he’s anything like him. Thank goodness. April backs Ninja into the turnbuckle with her elbow strikes and then buries her foot into his midsection. She grabs him by the wrist and rockets him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle! She follows in after him CRUSHING HIM IN THE CORNER WITH A CLOTHESLINE! She immediately turns and catches him in a headlock, running from the corner with him and DROPPING HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BULLDOG! JH: A turnbuckle clothesline into a bulldog from April! She defeated Kendra Norton with a similar attack. TM: Yeah but that was Kendra. This is Extreme Ninja. Number TWO! April climbs back to her feet, points out at Smarty and yells something that goes unheard but yet pisses the round man off. She kicks her leg up in the air, catching and DROPPING INTO THE SPLITS IN NOTHING BUT CANVAS AS NINJA ROLLS ASIDE!! JH: April misses the Split Decision! Ninja JUST managed to move aside! Ninja gets back to his feet, April caught on the mat in the splits and NAILS A LOW DROPKICK TO HER FACE! Ninja pulls her up, only to swing her back down to the canvas with a neck breaker! JH: A nice swinging neck breaker by Ninja! TM: That missed Split Decision really gave Ninja an opening. *snickers* JH: You’re right. He now… oh God. Ninja starts to get back to his feet but freezes as Smarty’s screeching voice yells at him to cover her. Ninja glances down at her and does as he’s told, hooking April’s leg. [align=center]One! Two!! Kick-out by April!![/align] JH: Smarty’s presence at ringside, in my opinion, seems to be more of a distraction to Ninja than anything else. TM: He’s just trying to instruct Ninja to do what he needs to do to win. JH: How would Smarty know what Ninja needs to do? He’s never wrestled a match. TM: Neither have you, but you’re out here. Ninja floats behind April, locking her up in a chinlock before she has a chance to get back to her feet. She tries pull his hands off her face but to no avail as Ninja pulls back on her chin. Smarty pounds his hands on the canvas, yelling for April to tap out. She struggles against the hold, fighting to her knees but unable to break Ninja’s hold on her. She fights up to one foot and finally the other. She reaches back, grabbing Ninja’s head and SITS OUT WITH A JAWBREAKER! JH: A jawbreaker by April! That’s one way to get out of a chinlock. TM: Where’s Sam? Is she casting some kind of voodoo strength into April? JH: *sighs* April fights back up to her feet, working the pain out of her jaw before grabbing Ninja by the wrist and firing him into the turnbuckle! Ninja counters the whip, sending April back-first into the turnbuckle, much to Smarty’s joy. Ninja runs in after her, getting April’s legs wrapped around his neck. She pushes out of the turnbuckle and throws Ninja across the ring with a hurracanrana! JH: A modified hurracanrana from the corner by April! TM: Hmm. I could’ve sworn I’ve seen that somewhere. JH: I’m just surprised you aren’t making a comment about April’s legs around Ninja’s neck while wearing a skirt. TM: Well, he is the luckiest man on the planet right now. April gets back up to her feet, the fans applauding her efforts. She spots Ninja laid on his back and moves over… GETTING HER LEGS KICKED OUT FROM UNDER HER BY NINJA! She falls forward, landing chin first onto Ninja’s raised knee!! JH: Ninja was playing possum! A clever move and effective. Smarty sings Ninja’s praises, applauding his efforts at the same time. Ninja seems to ignore him completely and moves towards the turnbuckle. He snatches up his sign, scribbling on it before ascending to the top rope. He holds the sign high up for everyone to see. It reads: “DANGEROUS~~!!!” He drops it back down to the canvas and leaps off the turnbuckle CRASHING INTO THE CANVAS AS APRIL ROLLS ASIDE!! JH: Ninja misses the Shooting Star Press! TM: That was quite “DANGEROUS~~!!!” For him, unfortunately. April uses the ropes to pull herself up to her feet as Ninja writhes around on the canvas in pain. Paper Bag Man runs around the ring and leaps up onto the apron, getting Richard Kelly’s full attention for whatever it is that’s on his mind. April spots Ninja down and runs off the ropes… CLATTERING TO THE MATS BELOW AS SMARTY SMARK PULLS DOWN THE MIDDLE ROPE!!! JH: HEY! Smarty just dumped April on her head at ringside! TM: What? I didn’t see anything. JH: He pulled the blood ropes down! Smarty looks down at April in a state of shock that his plan actually worked. The crowd at ringside boo the hell out of him but he fumbles to pick the woman up, tossing her back into the ring! PBM slips off the apron and strolls on back over to Smarty, RK none the wiser. Ninja, also in the dark, pulls himself up to his feet as April tries to do the same. Smarty screams at Ninja, holding up EN2’s sign that reads “YOU STEP ON HER!” Which isn’t being received too well by the crowd. Ninja runs past her, springs off the ropes, steps on her back AND STOMPS ON HER HEAD!! JH: I STEP ON YOU by Ninja! After April has already landed head first at ringside thanks to Smarty Smark! TM: He’s covering! Smarty throws the sign aside, ecstatic as he grips the apron in anticipation. Ninja rolls April onto her back and hooks the leg! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!![/align] TM: NEW CHAMPION!!! MA: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner and NNNEEEWWWW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION… EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TTTWWWOOOOO!!!! The crowd is in a fit, booing their lungs out at “Ninja” reprises over the speakers. Smarty bounds into the ring, ripping the Cruiserweight Title from RK before he can pass it off to Ninja! Smarty jumps around the ring, holding the gold belt high above his head and celebrating as if it were his own. PBM joins him in the ring, hopping up and down in excitement. Ninja makes a grab for the belt but Smarty slaps his hands away. JH: Extreme Ninja #2 has just won the Cruiserweight Championship from April Lynn. TM: Look how happy Smarty is! JH: Don’t let your television sets fool you, ladies and gentleman. It wasn’t Smarty Smark who won the belt, although I suppose he played a large part in it. TM: Extreme Ninja #2 just put an end to… possibly the longest Cruiserweight Championship reign here on TNT! JH: We’re gonna take a look back at how this happened… The screen changes to a still picture of Extreme Ninja #2 perched on the top rope. It moves into play and Ninja sails off the top rope, April rolling aside just before Ninja crashes into the canvas! JH: April avoided Ninja’s Shooting Star Press and we thought had things back in her control. The image changes to April sprinting towards the ropes just as Smarty jumps up and tugs the middle cord down! April tumbles through the opening and lands on her head at ringside! JH: And then Smarty Smark pulling down the ropes, and you saw the way April landed. She’s lucky if she doesn’t have an injury after that fall. But all that did was lead to her inevitable downfall at Extreme Ninja #2’s finishing maneuver. The picture on the screen changes one last time to show Ninja rebound off the ropes, leap onto April’s back and stomp down on her skull, driving her back down the canvas! TM: And we have a new Cruiserweight Champion! I can’t believe this! JH: Extreme Ninja #2, with the assist to Smarty Smark, has ended April’s six month reign as the Cruiserweight Champion! Back in the ring, Smarty tells Ninja and PBM to lift him up in celebration. The two glance at one another, most likely with worried expressions that are hidden from us, and try to lift Smarty into the air. They just get him off his feet before they don’t have the strength to hold him up anymore. Smarty drops back to his feet, too excited to be mad now and dashes towards the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs to the first rope only and raises his arms and the title up for all to see. |
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JH: Well folks, while April is receiving some medical attention, we're gonna switch gears here. We’ve got a special treat for you now… a match commissioned by Graver for Rob Storm’s Fighting Spirit Championship belt-- TM: It’s GRAVER’S championship. Didn’t you hear the podcast, Hitchen? JH: No, I managed to avoid that piece of filth. TM: Blasphemy! JH: … anyway. TNT is bringing to you tonight, a battle in the desert. I’ve been given a document with the rules, let me just read them off for you here… ah… both “dudes” will be encircled by a ring of badass-- badass is underlined twice… -- a ring of badass motorcycles and tough biker motherfuckers. In the center of this circle is a bonfire. The first wrestler to be thrown over the circle of motorcycles is the loser. There is no disqualification to this match, no pinfall, no submission, and… … “no mercy”. TM: Man, that sounds awesome! JH: Are you kidding? It sounds like Graver wrote this! TM: I know! JH: *sighs and rolls eyes* Folks, we’ve already got our camera crew out there at the event, so why don’t we cut away and get on with it. Suddenly, we’re not at ringside, now instead in the middle of the desert. The hot sun is beating down on our competitors. Graver has removed his shirt, showing off his thin body and hairy chest. Rob Storm is dressed similarly in his black khakis, but a tight black tank top hugs his torso. Kenny Freemonte, Graver’s boy, approaches the center as Harley engines rev around us. Kenny: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is for one fall… literally. The first man to fall over the wall of surrounding motorcycles and bikers is the LOSER! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan… he is your TRUE Fighting Spirit Champion… GRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYVEEERRRRR!!! The bikers in attendance applaud Graver and he acknowledges them, nodding his head and holding up his hands. Rob Storm rolls his eyes. Kenny: And his opponent! A poseur from Valrico, Florida… ROOOOOB… STOOOOOOOORRRRRMMM!!! The bikers boo Rob and throw a few beer bottles at him. Luckily they’re drunk enough none hit, but the point has been taken. Rob just shakes his head and focuses on the match. There’s no bell, but Kenny backs away, melting into the throng of bikers. Graver takes this as a signal to start and DIVES at Rob Storm! JH: Well, I GUESS this is the start of the match! TM: Whooo! Go Graver! You’re the man now, dog! JH: Oh yeah. I have no doubt Graver’s gonna win this. Those are HIS biker friends out there. These are HIS terms and conditions. Rob Storm doesn’t stand a chance! TM: I’m surprised at you, Hitchen. What ever happened to calling a contest fairly? JH: I’d be happy to call any FAIR contest right down the middle. This is a mockery of professional wrestling! TM: Rowr. Somebody’s been hanging out with Joey Styles. JH: Shut up. Graver takes Rob by surprise with the dive, knocking him backward off his feet onto the ground. Graver lays in lefts and rights to Rob’s face, but the FSC backs him off, nailing a DEADLY elbow to the bridge! Graver stands up, holding his nose in pain as Rob pulls to his feet. He charges for Graver with an extended arm, but Graver ducks under it. Rob skids to a stop and turns around, RIGHT INTO A RIGHT HAND FROM GRAVER!!! JH: GOOD LORD! TM: HA! One punch! That’s all it took! One punch! Graver waves his hand in pain, cracking the knuckles as he stares at Rob trying to blink away the lights dotting his vision. It appears he does as he once again gets to his feet. Graver beckons him to bring it, and Storm does, charging full-speed toward Graver. The Reject of TNT hunkers down to intercept, but Rob leaves his feet into a baseball slide that catches Graver’s ankle and takes him to the dust! JH: A wise move from Rob Storm, taking Graver off his vertical base! TM: Ah, he’ll get back up. He’s Graver! Rob wastes no time in standing up and hopping into the air, DRIVING a knee into the back of Graver’s head! JH: Shock to the Spine! Sweet bloody Jesus! TM: Whoa, where’d this merciless Storm come from? JH: Determination to keep his title, Thomas! TM: Well tell him to go back! This sucks! Rob hovers over Graver’s waist, lowering himself down and wrapping his arms around Graver’s head. Graver squirms suddenly, rolling both men onto the side, but that looks like it’s everything Storm wanted, as he scissors both legs around Graver’s body. TM: No! HEY! This is a no-submission match! No knockouts! What’s he doing!? JH: Well, you have to admit it’ll be a lot easier to toss your opponent out if they’re unconscious. TM: Shut up you, with your words. You’re in on this, aren’t you? JH: In on what? TM: Rob Storm! You’re… you’re in cahoots! JH: You’re insane. Graver’s head rolls, the sleeper cutting off precious oxygen. His eyes might be fluttering behind those sunglasses that have somehow managed to stay on his head. JH: Rob Storm’s getting the upper hand here! TM: No! DO something, Graver! In his haziness, Graver reaches out and grabs a beer bottle, SWINGING backward and SMASHING it over Rob Storm’s face!! TM: YESSS!!! JH: Oh for the love of--! Rob releases the hold and cries out as brown alcohol-soaked glass stabs him in the face-flesh. Graver rolls away, gasping for air and returning some color to his face. Storm gets the chunks of glass out of his flesh as the biker crowd cheers for their homeboy. Graver nods as a few nearby bikers help him to his feet. He thanks them, dusts himself off and turns to Storm who is just now getting vertical. JH: Now what the hell is this!? How come no one’s helping Rob Storm up!? TM: Because he’s clearly doing a good job on his own, Hitchen. Tsk tsk. No faith, whatsoever. Graver DASHES toward Storm, but the Fighting Spirit Champ notices and steps forward, scooping Graver up in a hug before VAULTING him overhead! JH: EXQUISITE belly-to-belly suplex!! Graver lands in the arms of a few awaiting bikers who all shuffle him back to the ring. JH: Oh, COME ON! Now THAT is NOT fair! TM: I don’t know what you’re talking about. JH: Those bikers just helped keep Graver inside the circle instead of pushing him out! Like they’re SUPPOSED to do! TM: I must’ve missed that. I had an eyelash. I was blinking a lot. I can only assume you fabricated this falsehood. JH: *sigh* Storm just looks incredulous as Graver is placed neatly back on his feet. He wipes a small cascade of sweat from his brow and sighs, taking up a fighting stance. Graver rolls his shoulders and takes up a similar stance. He charges forward, as does Storm, but Graver suddenly stops short JUST before Rob would reach him! Instead, Graver drops to the ground, raising one leg as to trip his opponent, who hurtles FACE-FIRST into the chrome plating of a motorcylce! JH: GOOD LORD! TM: I know! That poor motorcycle! I bet removing the dent of Rob Storm’s face from that’ll take FOREVER! His eyes glazed over, Rob rolls onto his back, since he fears no pinfall. Graver smirks and stands up, approaching him, only to put a boot to his face and WASH it down the side! JH: This is just disrespectful! The bikers cheer Graver’s misanthropic tactics, but not for long as Rob’s hands DART upward and snatch Graver’s leg! He YANKS Graver down into the dirt with a THUNK, and holds up his leg, DRIVING toes into the back of Graver’s knee! JH: There ya go! TM: HEY! Playing opossum is against the rules! No fair! JH: What rules!? I haven’t seen a single goddamn rule exhibited in this entire match! TM: … … what about-- JH: No, “Graver rules” doesn’t fucking count! Rob keeps hold of the leg and forces Graver to roll over onto his stomach, WRENCHING the knee backward in a single-legged crab! TM: Dammit! AGAIN with the submissions! JH: It’s the best damn strategy Storm has right now! Eventually he’ll cripple Graver, or knock him out, and then he can do as he pleases with this… despicable little bastard! Graver claws at the earth with his hands, only coming back with dirty fingernails, as no weapons are in sight. Rob leans back farther, torquing the hip and knee joints in the wrong ways, and putting far too much pressure on the ankle! Graver POUNDS his fists into the sand, then gets an idea and begins flinging sand backward into Rob’s hair. JH: … what the hell is he doing? TM: … all right, y’know, even this time I have no clue. Rob shakes his head off, the sand flying out of his hair like water off a duck’s back. Graver just keeps throwing it, though, and Rob just keeps shaking until he suddenly gets up, clutching his eye! JH: What the… ? TM: HA! Storm must’ve got sand in his eye! JH: That’s dangerous! He could scratch a lens! TM: Genius, too! Graver got him off, didn’t he? JH: He’s got no regard for his fellow man. No sense of honor! TM: It’s ‘cuz he wants to win, instead of lose like this pussy Storm is doing! Graver scrambles back to his feet and looks around for a quick way to get the upper hand. He notices a rather large stick jutting from the center bonfire, and grins widely. JH: Oh God… don’t tell me he’s going to do what I think he’s going to… Graver grabs the end of the stick and yanks it from the fire, the black and orange smoking tip still super-hot. Graver passes it between his hands until the end cools enough, then he grips it in both fists and takes a charging SWING for Rob Storm’s head--! JH: DUCK! … HE DOES!! Storm clears his eye of debris and turns JUST as Graver swings the firestick his way, and even manages to feint to the side on Graver’s return strike. Storm backpedals, putting some strategic distance between himself and Graver. JH: It’s times like this, Thomas… Rob just wants to keep his title! Just wants to wrestle a match! And Graver has challenged him to this… this… TM: Flaming motorcycle deathmatch. JH: Whatever it is! It’s a goddamn mugging! A public mugging! Graver knows it, Storm knows it, Madison knows it! I just don’t understand why she made this match. I don’t understand why Graver can’t just fight with honor, pride, or… or self-respect for once! TM: Pffft. That’d be boring. The Reject gets grim-faced and makes an over handed swing for Rob’s head, but Storm drops to his knees and rolls to the side as Graver plunges the stick into the sands. He pulls it out, seeing the end extinguished, and sighs. JH: Thank god. I don’t think anyone needs to get set on fire tonight. TM: I think we DO. Plus there’s two more pages left, and Wight is a crazy motherfucker. JH: … what? TM: Wow, I broke all kinds of kayfabe just now. Graver seems determined to injure Storm, however, and SWINGS the stick at open air, releasing it at the end of his swing, which WINGS the weapon into Rob Storm’s side! “UFF!” goes Storm as he collapses back into the waiting arms of a biker standing over his motorcycle. JH: Great. More stacking the odds in Graver’s favor… TM: Hey, this is just payback for all the matches Graver has had to endure where he’s not ALLOWED to wrestle his way! JH: You mean a standard wrestling match? TM: Yeah! JH: Oi… Graver saunters over to his opponent and shows him his fist, shaking it in Rob’s face before DRIVING it into his temple! Graver repeats, waving the fist in Rob’s face before PUNISHING the side of Rob’s head! Three, four, five, SIX more times and blood blossoms thick on Rob Storm’s forehead. Graver backhands a slap across Storm’s face and the biker releases him to fall into the dirt. TM: Now THAT’S a man! Graver just bleed Rob from the SHEER FORCE of his fist! JH: It’s a bastard, is what it is. A low-down dirty snake. Just look at his eyes! TM: … uh oh? He’s been tellin’ lies? JH: … … shut up. Graver laughs at Rob in the dirt, but he suddenly CLAWS his way up Graver’s torso before BLASTING him in the face with a punch that FINALLY breaks Graver’s glasses! Graver backs up, but Storm has a firm hold on Graver’s belt, which he uses to pull himself to his feet. Graver tries to shake off his adversary, but Rob begins laying in HARSH elbow strikes, finally DRIVING a knee into Graver’s abdomen! JH: What a shot! Just about in the diaphragm, that could’ve took the wind out of Graver! TM: Yeah, well, Graver’s got some pretty goddamn big sails, so takin’ the wind out aint’ easy. Storm bends Graver forward, locking him in a chancerie before lifting him unceremoniously into a vertical position. Storm swivels 180 and falls backward… LANDING GRAVER’S BODY RIGHT IN THE BONFIRE!!! JH: SWEET LORD ALMIGHTY!! TM: ACK! Graver looks like he bounces out of the flames as fast as he gets up. He panics forward a bit before dropping to the ground and rolling through the sand to put the flames out. TM: Oh, thank God! Graver’s all right! JH: Sadly, it DOES look like he only suffered minor burns, but you’ve gotta bet he’s gotta be in a state of shock after being SET ON FIRE! Storm drags himself toward Graver, anger burning in his eyes. Interestingly, he walks PAST the Reject and begins climbing on top of one of the motorcycles. TM: What the hell is that idiot doing now? Rob forces himself onto the shoulders of the bikers, and they look much too confused to actually attempt to shove him off. He gets his balance, stands tall, and LEAPS from the shoulders of the bikers, extending his elbow to DRIVE into-- THE EMPTY SAND AS GRAVER ROLLS AWAY!!! TM: YESSSSSS!!! JH: Rob Storm just missed HUUUUGE there, a failed High Voltage RIGHT into that unforgiving sand! Neither man stirs for a time, but eventually Graver rolls over onto his knees, pushing himself up from the sand. TM: GOOD! Graver, go finish this! Graver trudges in the opposite direction of Rob Storm, actually, and Rob begins to stir on the ground. TM: What’re you DOING!? Go over there and toss him out! Graver slumps forward onto a motorcycle and begins clumsily undoing the buckle to a saddlebag. Rob rolls onto his back, breathing in the open air and stretching out his injured elbow. JH: Graver looks to be getting something out of that saddlebag, Thomas. I DON’T like where this is going. TM: I do! I do! The Reject digs deep into the leather and produces… a cinder block… wrapped in barbed wire! JH: It’s Graver’s signature weapon! The barbed wire cinderblock! TM: AWESOME! This shit’s just about to get GOOD! JH: I am truly afraid for Rob Storm’s safety here! Graver hefts the weapon in both hands and makes a bee-line for Storm. The champion sits straight up, and that would be his first mistake. His second is not ducking as Graver WAFFLES THE WEAPON AGAINST HIS HEAD!!! JH: GOOD GOD WHAT A SHOT!! Rob’s lights go out, and he falls backwards into the sand. Graver laughs hysterically and hefts him upward into the waiting arms of the bikers. They cart him to the back of the circle, and toss him onto the ground. Kenny: Your winner, and the TRUE! FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIOOONNN… GRRRRRRRRRAAAAAYYYYYYYYYVEEEEEEEERRRRR!!! Graver collapses on his ass from exhaustion, and his laughter turns into coughing, but he’s no less ecstatic to be the victor in this bout. JH: What a disgrace. TM: I know! It’s about time it’s ended, and the championship is back where it belongs! The scene changes to show Kailey Lane looking down the hall in agitation for one brief moment as she raises her hand to knock upon the door in front of her. Fortunately, a grunt and a hand around her wrist stops her fist's momentum which keeps her from accidentally knocking on the skull of one Sam Kinloch who had apparently just opened said door. Both women look at one another in mixed surprise and then they share a "whew" of relief. Sam looks Kailey up and down one time, almost like she's making sure of who's standing in her door way. Sam: Can I help you? Kailey: Maybe. Not terribly surprised by Sam's reaction to seeing her, Kailey shifts her weight to her other foot and takes a deep breath. Kailey: I guess we don't need introductions and hopefully we won't need a referee just yet, but I wanted to check on you after what happened Tuesday. Sam nods and leans a bit on the door and sighs. Sam: No, we shouldn't need a referee. I just wasn't expecting anyone to be on the other side of my door when I opened it. I'm sure you can understand I've been on edge the past few days. Kailey solemnly nods. Kailey: Believe me, I know the tension. Lately I have been jumping at every sound, every smell, any change to the environment. Kailey hangs her head for a moment while gathering her thoughts. She isn't too sure how Sam will respond but she has to make the attempt. Looking up into Sam's face, she begins possibly the end of their encounter. Kailey: Look, I know you and Scott were a couple... and I presume that you know that he and I were together for a time as well. Sam just nods, her face staying very neutral but a glimmer of understanding twinkles in her eye. Kailey: I realize how odd this must seem, but I know him too. And, I was honestly concerned for your well-being, so I thought I would swing by and see if there is anything I can do to help you. If I had still been in Oklahoma, it might have ended a bit differently. Sam makes a confused face, and tilts her head to one side. Sam: You'd have run out there and tried to do something? Kailey nods her head excitedly. Kailey: Damn straight I would have. Imagine it. Both of us out there fighting him. Sam smiles and shakes her head a bit. Sam: I am starting to think that you and I are the only ones in all of TNT that aren't afraid of him or already seemingly on his side. Sam steps to one side, freeing enough space for Kailey to enter the room. Kailey allows herself a grin and steps on into the dark chamber that is Sam's locker room. Candles glow from different points in the room subtly illuminating the surroundings. A shallow yet wide water bowl rests on a table in the center of one wall while a small forest of faux trees stand huddled together, concealing another wall. Framed along the edges of a third wall are small tables and shelves which hold masses of burning candles. Across from that, on the wall farthest from the fires, there are blue streamers waving in the breeze created by the air-conditioner vents. After taking all of this in, Kailey turns her attention back to Sam. Kailey: We're not afraid because we know him in ways they do not. If you have noticed what has been spewing from Kennedy's big mouth lately, all she can talk about how I thought I knew him and ultimately didn't. How that was one of my downfalls. But I did know him. Just as you do. Sam nods again. Sam: I think we have a lot to talk about. Sam pokes her head out the door and looks both ways. Sam: All of which is probably best done in private. With that, Sam shuts the door behind her. The lights in the arena suddenly cut out. On the P.A. suddenly comes the harmounious sound of gospel singers, all saying "Oooo". Behind this noise is the sound of feedback coming from guitars, faintly. It builds up louder, until suddenly "Vegas Two Times" hits the P.A. System. There is an explosion of golden sparks at the entrance curtain. The arena lights up with golden and orange lighting, with search lights going over the crowd. The crowd are elive with excitement. [align=center]So it started with the immigration information bore You gotta know Gambling floor, then to the S T U D I O 54 You gotta go[/align] Just then, out comes from behind the curtain, Lance Evers, on his motorized pulpit wrapped with barbed wire. The crowd cheer when they see him, as he drives him pulpit to the center of the stage, and stops it in line with the ring. As he gets there, he suddenly spreads him arms into his pose, causing a flood of camera flashes onto him. He stays there, holding the pose, until finally he stops and heads towards the ring in the pulpit. [align=center]Now we're leaving L A S Vegas two times Crazy horse too spent us dry Vietnam vet taxi ride L A S Vegas[/align] CC: The following contest is a Last Man Standing match for the Tactical Chaos Championship, introducing first from Chicago, Illinois, he is the Tactical Chaos Champion... LANCE EVERS! Lance finally gets to the ring, gets off the pulpit and slides under the ropes. He gets straight back up, heading for the furthest turnbuckle. When he gets there, he climbs to the top, and suddenly hits his pose again on the turnbuckle. This causes another torrent of bulbs flashing in the cameras. Lance absorbs the energy off these, as he stands there, until he finally stops the pose, and looks out to the crowd grinning. Then, without warning, he suddenly jumps backwards off the turnbuckle. He does a full 180 degree turn backwards, and lands in the middle of the ring on his feet. As his feet touch the canvas, there's a burst of golden sparks from each turnbuckle. They fire up, and then stop. Lance then continues to take off his priest shirt, and hands it to the ref, waiting for the match to begin. [align=center]As Requiem Of A tower's soft intro begins to play the arena lights fade to black and the word "Ahriman" pops up on the big screen in red letters, and the crowd is hushed. A Voice whispers... MENS SANA IN CORPORE SANO As the music builds "blood" begins to fall from the ceiling as Ahriman walks slowly out onto the stage, he stands on the stage and raises his arms, wide and looks up to the ceiling and as a huge drumbeat singnals him, he allows the coat to drop from his shoulders onto the floor. Ahriman stands glorious for a few seconds then begins his walk along the causeway, before ascending the ring steps, stepping in through the middle rope Ahriman climbs the nearest turnbuckle and taunts off it, before jumping down and awaiting his introduction.[/align] CC: And the challenger... from Birmingham, Alabama, AHRIMAN! Ahriman rolls his shoulders while looking straight at Lance with a sadistic grin on his face. To Lance's credit he looks more bored than scared by Ahriman. Ahriman ignores this and walks up to Lance, getting right in his face. Lance takes a step back, then turns around, shaking his head, but as he walks away Ahriman clatters him with an elbow to the back of the head. Lance goes down and Ahriman begins stamping away at his opponent's back. KR: Right. Well he certainly doesn't have any honour. CM: Maybe, but he doesn't waste his time either. Fuzz doesn't try to intervene, but does signal for the bell, which oddly enough hasn't rung yet. [align=center]*DING! DING! DING!*[/align] Ahriman lets Lance up, not goading him but just silently watching Lance getting up. Lance takes his time however and Ahriman gets impatient, dragging Lance to his feet before locking him in an arm wrench. CM: For a guy with such a hardcore pedigree, he's a bit well... boring so far. KR: It never hurts to wear a man down Chip. CM: I'll bet... Ahriman drops his elbow hard onto Lance's arm before releasing it. Lance drops to all fours and Ahriman sends him down with a kick to the side of the ribs, before heading to the outside. The open-air crowd start to murmur as Ahriman pulls out the stalwart of WWE hardcore matches, a trash can! However as per usual Lance has had time to recover and as Ahriman stands up he's greeted by a baseball slide smashing the can into his chest and sending him back into the barrier. Lance bails out of the ring and continues his assault with a clothesline that sends Ahriman over the barrier and into the fans in the front row. Lance picks up the can and hops over the barrier before putting the can down and hitting a knee strike into the gut of Ahriman. KR: Starting to get a little hardcore. CM: Yeah those chicks in the front row are pretty hot. KR: What? CM: See them over there... the ones making out. KR: Uh... match? CM: Oh, yeah... Lance picks up the can and prepares to slam it onto the head of Ahriman, but Ahriman's legs snap out in a scissor sweep taking Lance down, his chin crashing onto a chair and the can being pretty much destroyed by Lance's chest. Ahriman pulls Lance up by his short hair and hurls him over the chairs into the third row, knocking a couple of fans over who start arguing over which one has more of Lance's sweat. Ahriman climbs over the chairs into the wreckage of the third row and pulls Evers to his feet, then lifts him into the air with both hands wrapped around Lance's neck. Ahriman squeezes and Lance begins to struggle, Ahriman grins as Lance's face starts to turn red, Lance's legs kick out, hitting Ahriman but to no effect. Lance struggles less and turns white, but finds some energy somewhere to pull his legs up and launch a double footed kick into Ahriman's chest, sending the sado-masochist down onto his back but landing Lance on his feet. Lance charges as Ahriman climbs to his feet... CM: Holy crap! Is that legal?! KR: OH MY GOD! Thankfully Kurt and Chip haven't been watching too much WWE, and thus don’t mark out to that extent over a spear, Ahriman dodged at the last second and Lance accidentally speared a member of the crowd. Ahriman looks down at the fan and smiles, then looks for Lance on the floor but doesn't see him, which is fair enough, since Lance took advantage of the distraction to climb up onto the ring barrier and as Ahriman turns around (thanks to a couple of over enthusiastic fans) Lance launches himself off with a cross body that takes Ahriman down into a couple of chairs. Lance rolls off and staggers to his feet, before climbing back over the ring barrier and starts to rummage around under the ring, pulling out a steel chair. But before Lance can even stand up he receives a boot to the back that cracks his head off the apron. Lance goes down like a ton of bricks and Ahriman takes the opportunity to slide the chair into the ring. Ahriman then pulls the limp Evers to his feet before rolling him under the bottom rope. Ahriman then goes back under the ring... before pulling out a seven foot tall full size mirror! CM: That's more like it! KR: Now what could he have planned for that? CM: See those chicks in the front row... KR: Oh for God's sake... Ahriman slips the mirror under the bottom rope and follows it in. Ahriman stands and watches Evers pulling himself up on the ropes; blood is trickling from a light wound to the head. Fuzz just watches impassively. Last Man Standing. All he has to do is count to ten. Lance is up, but only sees a reflection of himself moving toward him very quickly as Ahriman charges with the mirror held out in front of him. Ahriman thuds into Lance, who goes down leaving a small bloodstain on the mirror. Ahriman props the mirror up in the corner and turns around to face the crowd, looking out impassively before grinning at them. Ahriman's response is, unsurprisingly, unpleasant and he decides to concentrate on the matter at hand, he turns around, straight into a HUGE chair shot from Lance! Ahriman falls backward, hitting into the mirror and Lance drops the chair and charges straight at Ahriman, spearing him STRAIGHT THROUGH THE MIRROR! Both men fall into a mass of shards of glass and Lance quickly gets out of that predicament. Lance indicates that Fuzz should count, but Fuzz points at Ahriman, who is staggering to his feet, a twisted grin still on his face, blood pouring from several deep looking cuts on his back and arms, Lance looks on in disbelief for a moment, before lashing out with a sidekick which doubles Ahriman over before taking him back down into the glass with a lightning fast DDT! This time Ahriman doesn't get straight up and Fuzz counts dutifully while Lance takes an opportunity to rest on the ropes. [align=center]1... 2... 3.. 4... Ahriman's back up, and not looking happy.[/align] Lance pulls himself up off the ropes and he and Ahriman circle before both men lock up. Lance pushes Ahriman back slightly, but the heavier man pushes back before freeing one hand and poking Lance in the eye, Lance puts both hands to his face and staggers around, before being grabbed from behind by Ahriman and slammed over by a powerful German suplex that lands Lance right on the back of his neck. Ahriman gets up to “a vertical base” and watches Lance breathing heavily on the mat. Lance gets up to one knee, then one foot is planted and finally Lance is up. Ahriman runs at Lance, going for a clothesline but Lance ducks out of the way and as Ahriman spins around Lance nails him in the head with a back elbow sending Ahriman to the mat. Ahriman quickly gets up only to receive an arm drag from Evers who picks up the chair he discarded earlier and clocks Ahriman with it again! CM: I’m almost worried… almost. KR: Oh really? CM: Yeah. Really. Why? KR: You’re sweating. And those young ladies stopped making out two minutes ago. CM: They did? Shit. KR: Are you zipping your fly?! Ahriman pulls himself up again, and once again Lance smacks him with the chair. Once again, Ahriman hits the mat. Lance drops the chair and moves across to the other side of the ring as Ahriman pulls himself up, busted open at the eyebrow, not to mention the cuts from the mirror. Lance charges his opponent, but Ahriman hits the mat and the pulls the ropes down with him! Lance sails out of the ring and hits hard. He gets up slowly, but in time to see Ahriman flying through the ropes with a suicide dive! Ahriman takes Lance into the ring barrier and the “Hardcore Priest” tumbles, but Ahriman bounces over the ring barrier and once again gets up close and personal with the fans. CM: Damn am I glad I’m not those guys. KR: Yeah, a lot of fan interaction tonight. CM: High point was Evers spearing that dude. KR: I think that was your imagination… CM: No… wait! You’re sick! As Ahriman pulls himself back over the ring barrier, one hand on the opposite shoulder, Lance grabs something from under the ring and pulls it out. He brandishes it at Ahriman, who smirks. Lance shrugs and hits Ahriman with… a baseball bat. Ahriman takes the blow on the shoulder but stays up, before picking Lance up and hitting a spinebuster on the oh-so protective mats. CM: Ahriman most definitely on top. KR: The way you like him… CM: Kurt you’re stealing my role here. I’m the colour commentator! KR: This is FIW, anything can happen. CM: Yeah… remember Big Baby Sweets? Both men struggle to their feet, Ahriman most definitely feeling pain from one shoulder. (He’s holding it and grinning). Lance moves slower, still dizzy from the spinebuster. Ahriman grabs him by one arm and whips him straight into the ring barrier. Ahriman then charges, only for Lance to react at the last minute to lift Ahriman up and drop him chest first onto the barrier. Ahriman is draped over the barrier, but Lance grabs him, lifts and hits a backdrop that “accidentally” knocks Ahriman’s head on the apron. KR: Could be over here, that impact on the apron edge… Fuzz begins to count as Lance taunts the crowd to an overwhelmingly positive reaction... [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4… Ahriman’s eyes open and he moves slightly. 5… Ahriman gets up to one leg 6… Ahriman is up[/align] Ahriman grins at Lance who wonders for a moment how Ahriman can still walk. Ahriman proves he can by taking a step forward, Lance however has other ideas and lands a hard right to the belly and lifts Ahriman up into a suplex position and holds him there… KR: He’s going for the Hanging Fate! CM: You’re gay! KR: What? CM: I’m re-establishing my role. KR: Oh for pity’s sake… Ahriman has the presence of mind (and the luck) to slip out of it and land behind Lance, before clubbing him in the back of the head with a double axe handle. Lance staggers forward and Ahriman rolls him back into the ring before going under and returning with… CM: AN ANCHOR? Yes, Chip, an anchor. CM: Oh fair enough. KR: Who are you talking to? Anyway… Ahriman has indeed pulled out a miniature ships’ anchor attached to a chain. He quickly re-enters the ring and advances on Lance, swinging the chain menacingly. Lance looks around for something to help him, but decides on the smart option: get outta there. Lance gets onto the apron, but no further as Ahriman grabs him by the shoulder. Lance breaks his grip but Ahriman gets the anchor chain around Lance’s neck and begins to choke him. Lance grabs the chain and pulls against it. Ahriman grins as Lance writhes, Lance suddenly stops moving and Ahriman leans forward to look in Lance’s face but Lance PULLS FORWARD AND FLIPS AHRIMAN OUT OF THE RING! Lance also falls off the apron and both men go down and aren’t moving. KR: I think they’ve spent more time outside than inside tonight. CM: Well since we’re in the middle of the desert that wouldn’t be hard fuckwit. KR: Chip… girls making out. CM: Where?! Fuzz doesn’t bother to count, a double knockout? Not on his watch. This is partly due to the fact that both men are steadily getting to their feet. Ahriman crawls to the ring skirt, hoists it then puts his hands in before pulling out a table with a cinderblock on top. Ahriman stands and turns, holding the cinderblock but is sent flying by Lance’s hard dropkick to his back. Ahriman goes flat, his head next to the cinderblock. Lance grins sadistically and puts Ahriman’s head on the cinderblock. KR: While I deplore over the top violence for no reason… DO IT LANCE! CM: NOT THE CURBSTOMP! Lance grins and the crowd go wild as he curbstomps Ahriman’s head on the cinderblock! Fuzz begins to count as Lance slides his way back into the ring and taunts to his fans. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Ahriman stirs… 7… 8… Ahriman’s nearly up… somehow… 9… He’s up.[/align] Lance doesn’t believe it, his mouth can be read to say “Oh come on!”, Ahriman grins at him, the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth only making him look more insane rather than more badly damaged. KR: Whatever he may be… he’s tough. CM: You’re tough right, Kurt? KR: I’d like to think so… why? CM: Let me go and get that cinderblock… Ahriman drops to one knee and goes back under the ring; Lance lets him, lounging casually in one of the corners. Ahriman stands up and it’s revealed that he’s got a fire extinguisher. Lance cocks an eyebrow as Ahriman enters the ring. Lance takes a step forward, only for Ahriman to charge at him wild-eyed. Lance dodges, even managing to push Ahriman into the corner, Ahriman crashes into the turnbuckles and reflexively takes a few steps back and is German suplexed by Lance. As Lance staggers to his feet, bleeding from his eyebrow and several small cuts on his arms caused by the mirror Ahriman sits up! KR: This doesn’t happen! CM: If Kane can do it Ahriman can do it better! KR: This DOES NOT happen! Lance notices, but stops it with a hard kick straight into the side of Ahriman’s head, Ahriman keels over to one side and Lance exits the ring. KR: That’s more like it. Lance decides that instead of the usual one weapon he’s gonna get more than a few toys this time just as Ahriman gets to his feet. Ahriman looks around, and not seeing Lance goes out the opposite side of the ring. Lance slides the table Ahriman revealed earlier into the ring, followed by another, smaller mirror. Ahriman on the other sticks to tradition, a street sign and a sledgehammer. Both men enter the ring and move together, both with blood pouring they lock up and Lance gets the better, whipping Ahriman against the ropes, Ahriman comes back and Lance ducks down in preparation for a back body drop but Ahriman stops in time and lashes out with a front kick to Lance who returns to full height with the kick, only to receive a STIFF sidekick to the belly. CM: Memento Mori! KR: Remember you are going to die? CM: *shrug* It’s what he calls the move. KR: I’m just surprised you could pronounce it. CM: I'm surprised... you aren't gay! KR: What? Lance crumples as Ahriman picks up the stop sign, advancing on Lance, Lance gets to his feet only to have Ahriman jab the sign into his gut, and Lance backs up as Ahriman drops the sign before spiking Lance’s head onto the sign with a Raven Effect DDT! CM: DOOMBOLT! KR: This may be over right here! Fuzz begins to count as Ahriman slumps, sitting down into a corner… [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Lance shows signs of life… 6… 7… Lance is climbing up using the ropes… 8… And now he’s on his feet.[/align] Ahriman finally looks like he’s lost his cool, he picks up the chair that was used earlier and moves on Lance. Ahriman swings the chair but Lance drops to the floor and the chair bounces up to hit him in the face. Ahriman staggers backward, dropping the chair and Lance right hands him over the top. Somehow Ahriman hangs on! CM: He hung on! KR: Amazing resilience from both men! Ahriman pulls himself up, smirking, as Lance hurls a chair at him, Ahriman catches it, grinning now when suddenly… [align=center]*CRACK!*[/align] LANCE BLASTS THE CHAIR INTO AHRIMAN’S FACE WITH A SUPERKICK! Ahriman tumbles over the top rope and lies prone as Lance drops to his knees. KR: Can we see that again? CM: Do we have to?
And while that replay’s been going on Ahriman has somehow managed to remain conscious after yet another chair shot. Lance however has set his ladder up and is preparing to leap. Ahriman sees him and sprints into the ring, sliding and sliding into the ladder, THE LADDER FALLS, WITH EVERS LANDING RIGHT NEXT TO AHRIMAN AND THE LADDER HITTING BOTH OF THEM. CM: WHAT WAS HE DOING? KR: I think maybe he was trying to stop Evers jumping? CM: Well… no shit. KR: You asked. Both men lie prone but once again Fuzz refuses to count. Ahriman stirs first, hefting the ladder off himself and Evers. Lance stirs, his eyes flickering. Ahriman crawls over to the ropes, where he rests on them as Lance drags himself to his knees. Ahriman pulls himself up and looks over at the turnbuckle… Ahriman gets out onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles slowly as Lance pulls himself to his feet. Lance sees Ahriman preparing to jump and throws himself sideways, blasting the ropes and crotching Ahriman on the turnbuckle. Lance takes advantage, rotating Ahriman and putting him into a tree of woe, Ahriman hangs upside down and Lance picks up the new, small mirror and runs across the ring, Lance goes to dropkick the mirror into Ahriman’s head but Ahriman pulls his body up at the last minute and Lance smashes the mirror against the bottom turnbuckle. Ahriman then pulls himself onto a sitting position on the turnbuckle, before exiting the ring. KR: What’s he up to? CM: I don’t know, but that’s 14 years bad luck now for Lance Evers. KR: And seven for Ahriman. CM: Having you call his matches? That’s bad enough for anyone. Ahriman looks around under the ring but looks unsatisfied… until he pulls out a can of petrol! KR: That cannot be good. At all. Ahriman re-enters the ring, still holding the petrol. Ahriman stands, before having one arm grabbed by Evers who whips him across the ring, Ahriman shoots back and Lance powerslams him, straight onto the ladder. Ahriman writhes in pain as Lance sees the table is still in the ring, Lance begins to set up the table as Ahriman gets up, holding his back but seeming to enjoy the pain on his already bleeding back. KR: A thought… how much blood have these two lost? CM: I think Ahriman has a constant supply. KR: And Lance? CM: Why would I know that? Do I look like a doctor? KR: Girls making out… CM: Again?! KR: Yes, like the way you just dropped your fly... again! Lance puts the table upright and turns round only to be unceremoniously belly-to-belly suplexed over Ahriman’s head and bouncing into the corner! CM: Nice. KR: I’ll admit that looked painful. CM: What? Oh… you mean the match. KR: More girls? Or have you gone back to your usual tastes. CM: Shut up Royle! That was one night and I was wasted! Ahriman stands still in the middle of the ring, grinning as Fuzz begins the KO count. [align=center]1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Lance shakes his head and pushes up with his arms… 6… 7… 8… Lance pulls himself up off his knees… 9… Lance is standing…[/align] Yet another close call as Lance shows resilience to get up. Ahriman runs at Lance, going for a clothesline but the Tactical Chaos Champion grabs the arm and pushes Ahriman into the corner. Ahriman hits his head and stays in the corner. Lance, still pouring blood, picks up the ladder. Ahriman turns around and Lance damn near takes his head off with the ladder! KR: I felt that over here. CM: Little Chinese kids are gonna wake up with headaches tomorrow after that. Lance props the ladder up in the corner and pulls Ahriman to his feet by his arm, Lance goes to whip Ahriman into the ladder but Ahriman reverses, sending Lance smashing into the ladder face first. Lance stays upright as Ahriman drops out of the ring and picks up the baseball bat that was discarded so readily earlier. Ahriman re-enters the ring with Lance exactly how he left him. Ahriman stands behind Lance and grins, holding the bat up so the crowd can see it, before swinging it viciously into Lance’s lower back. Lance drops to the floor, rolling around as Ahriman once again drops to the outside. Ahriman puts his hand under the ring again and pulls out a spool of barbed wire. KR: Where do all these things come from? And why are there so many? CM: The biggest mystery in professional wrestling. The biggest in all sport. KR: Not quite, “why does Sven keep picking Owen Hargreaves?” That’s the biggest question since the Da Vinci Code. CM: True. Ahriman rolls under the bottom rope and sees Lance holding himself up on the ropes, Ahriman wraps the barbed wire around his hand and moves toward Evers, Ahriman lunges with a right but Evers lashes out with a boot which smacks into Ahriman’s hand, drawing a yell from the heavier man. Ahriman drops the barbed wire as Lance cracks a right into his chest, Ahriman bends over and Lance lifts him into position for a suplex, then stalls, and then brings Ahriman crashing down into a brainbuster DDT, right onto the barbed wire! KR: Hanging Fate! Ahriman lies flat, his face a mask of blood as Lance signals imminent victory. Lance goes over to the can of petrol and takes off the cap, then puts it down carefully. Lance then moves the table into the centre of the ring and pours the contents of the petrol can and pours them all over the table. The crowd’s excitement builds as Lance “helps” Ahriman get to his feet and whips him into the corner. Lance advances on him, only to be grabbed by the neck and thrown into the corner himself. Ahriman snaps a jab straight into Lance’s face before pulling a pack of matches from somewhere. KR: Where’d they come from? CM: God knows. Ahriman lights the matches and throws them onto the table, which bursts into flame. The crowd can’t help but cheer, I mean flames ya know? Ahriman moves back to the corner and snaps a European uppercut into the jaw of Lance Evers before putting Lance in position for a superplex… [align=center]*BOOM!* ”HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”[/align] Ahriman superplexes Lance Evers straight through the flaming table and the crowd start to clap as the two men start to recover in the wreckage of the now extinct table (the fire has thankfully extinguished itself). Lance climbs to his feet and Ahriman follows, both men are stunned and no-one's quite sure how they can even stand, yet they do. Lance boots Ahriman in the midsection and Ahriman folds. KR: Evers looking for the Hanging Fate! But Ahriman grabs a shard of glass from the mirror and slashes it across Lance's chest. Lance looks down and sees blood dripping from it, Ahriman stoops to the floor and picks up the handily nearby chair and gets back to his feet before smacking the champ hard in the head with the chair, Lance falls back, bounces off the ropes and gets a stiff kick to the midsection from Ahriman who quickly hits The Doombolt on Evers, straight onto the chair, before he also collapses backwards... CM: THEY'RE BOTH OUT! KR: COME ON LANCE! [align=center]1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... Ahriman staggers onto one knee... 8... 9... AHRIMAN IS UP! 10... *DING! DING! DING!*[/align] CC: Here is your winner and NEW TACTICAL CHAOS CHAMPION... AHRIMMAAANNNN!!! The scene switches to backstage on the pay-per-view broadcast, as we see a sweaty Matt Impact wearing Royalty Gear as in the background you hear the crowd boo. Impact has a smile on his face as his King of Slam! robe shines bright from the setting sun in the desert, and the gold trim on his crown makes a slight glare that's painful for the eye to see. Soon, as the camera pans out, Jeff Noon comes into view, with a microphone in hand prepared for an interview, as the audio fades in. Noon: I'm here in the back with Matt Impact, who this past Monday, surprised everyone... well some of us, with the appearance of "The Dark Prophet" Marc Malicious before the closing of Slam!. And, all that really needs to be asked is, how do you feel right now Matt? Impact cracks a smirk as he laughs the question up a bit before answering the Slam! interviewer. Impact: How do I feel Jeff? Well besides the fact that I'm sweating my balls off in this dreaded desert that highlights nothing but illegal prostitution, drugs, alcohol, and poker... You can hear the swarms of boos and jeers from the crowd out by ringside as Impact continues. Impact: ...I feel great, because tonight, Orion Oldriod will get what is coming to him. He has refeuled me with the hatred I once had for him. He is a disgrace to the title General Manager of Slam!, and he will be stopped! Noon: All of this over a spot in a match at Summer of Sin? Impact: Noon, I am Matt Impact, the King of Slam!, the Main Event, the Master of Wrestling! I create ratings, I create buyrates, I create publicity for Full Intensity Wrestling as a whole, and Orion decided to spit in my face by not placing me in a match at Summer of Sin. All he had to do on Monday was put the pen to the paper and place me in tonights main event, and the title would stay with someone who has been Slam! all of his life. It is a disgrace that the GM of Slam! is allowing someone who went over to TNT multiple times to face one of its members for the ECC or SIC or whatever in Hutch, and someone who plans to take the FIW World Championship over to TNT in Prime. Instead, he could've placed me, the King of Slam! in tonight's Slam! main event, and he would've had a one hundred precent chance of the title coming home with someone who has always been a member of Slam!, who will always be a member of Slam!, and who has represented Slam! before holding the FIW World Championship twice. Orion can make threats about me all he wants, tonight, he will pay, he will get what is coming to him. And if it isn't me who is handing out the impact, it'll be the beast from Manhattan Beach... Suddenly, a tall seven foot figure dressed in all black robes and clothes, despite the heat, comes from out of no where, and the hood drops down to reveal Marc Malicious as he lets out a huge grunt and stares at the camera. Impact: ...Marc Malicious! The day of thy prophet and thy king are coming to take over Slam!, Orion... evil will be unleashed on Slam!, and there is nothing you can do about it! Impact and Malicious shove Jeff Noon to the side as they laugh evilly continuing to walk off camera. KR: Malicious and Impact are here tonight, and they want Orion! CM: Oh, this shall be great, evil will be unleashed! |
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JH: It all comes to a head here tonight, Remy and Dante, one on one, the Ultimate Endurance Championship on the line. “Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance… [align=center]“Coming around my senses torn Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed As long as you see it as long as you know As long as you fake it nobody knows”[/align] Remy takes in the sights and sounds before reaching the ring and stepping through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation. [align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] Remy drops down from his perch and turns to face the entranceway. He warms up, stretching his legs, cracking his neck from side to side and checking the tape around his wrists as he waits for the start of the match. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match for the ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHMAPIONSHIP will take place under Ultimate Endurance rules and is scheduled for knockout or submission only. In the ring, the challenger, weighing in at 225lbs, from New Orleans, Louisiana, REMY BARTEAUUUUUUUUUUX!!! The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a chorus of hateful boos. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the floor with his championship in hand and company in the form of TNT general manager, Madison Lee. TM: WHOOOO!! The greatest Icon in sports entertainment! JH: You got a bit of brown on your nose there, Tommy. TM: Where? Hey! The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a chorus of hateful boos. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the floor with his championship in hand. The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Reaching the ring, he climbs onto the apron and slips through the ropes himself. Dante stands in the center of the ring, UEC belt draped over his shoulder then drops to a knee on the canvas and poses with flexed arms turning the crowd heat up more while fireworks burst from the backside of the ring. When the pyro finishes, Dante gets to his feet and hands the belt over to the referee. JH: This is going to be an intense match up. MA: And introducing the ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPIOOOOOOOON, he hails from Los Angeles, California and weighs in at 225lbs, DANTE COOOOOOOOOOOLES!!! The referee steps forth and explains the rules to both men, who stare past him and into each other. JH: I don’t like Remy’s odds here tonight. TM: Oh here we go with the Logan Black bashing. JH: As far as I’m concerned this is a damn handicap match. Logan asks both combatants if they understand the rules and both nod silently, neither breaking the stareout. The ref backs up and signals for the bell… [align=center]DING DING![/align] …and as chimes sound out, Remy charges across the ring! He barrels under Dante’s rising arm and throws himself into the ropes -- No! He slides under and out of the ring. TM: What the!? Dante spins to meet his opponent only to find him gone from sight. He glances around, confused and wary, but neither he nor Logan can spot the sneaky Cajun. TM: What’s he playing at? Is he so scared of facing Dante? JH: I doubt fear has anything to do with this. Dante moves cautiously to the side of the ring where Remy disappeared, not fool enough to rush right in and take a blindsiding chair shot to the face. He peers out of the ropes and still find nothing. Checking behind him quickly to make sure the challenger hasn’t snuck up on him, Dante steps through and drops to ringside. TM: This is ridiculous, I say Remy’s forfeited, Dante wins. JH: Remy hasn’t forfeited, and there’s no ring out count in a UEC rules match. TM: So we just sit here and wait for him? Dante slides back into the ring and converses with the equally puzzled Logan Black. He turns to point out toward the side where they lost sight of the Cajun, but the screaming and cheers coming form behind him quickly draw his attention and the Ultimate Endurance Champion spins back round, just in time to see the soles of Remy’s feet CAREERING into this face and taking the champ down with a springboard missile dropkick! TM: That sneaky little bastard. JH: Remy’s only playing the way Dante does, cheap tricks and cheatery. If they didn’t hate each other’s guts they’d make quite the team. Dante is quick scrambling as he flips himself over and begins to push himself up, but Remy is on him like bald on Carl and quickly steps up onto his opponent’s back, flipping in mid air and SPLATTING him into the canvas with one of his trademark moves! JH: Quick Remy-Sault there! The Cajun’s taken control of this match early, and he’s looking to keep it. Dante crashes back into the canvas but Remy stays on his opponent, throwing a kick to his mid section before moving to his head and dragging him back to his feet -- but Dante fights back, shoving Remy off him and staggering him backwards a few feet. Dante steadies himself and LUNGES forward with a killer Lariat that FLOORS the Cajun! TM: Ha! Cheap tricks ain’t gonna keep The Icon down for long. Dante runs through and comes to a stop by the ropes, where he takes a moment to check his nose for blood. He finds none, and after readjusting his jaw he turns back to the downed Cajun, who only now is rolling to his front. Dante circles him as he pushes himself up to all fours, and the UEC takes the opportunity to take a soccer kick to his side, CRACKING his laces off Remy’s rib cage! The Cajun flops back down to the canvas as Dante moves in to peel him off the white. He drags him up to his feet and whips him into a nearby corner where Remy crashes back first into the turnbuckles. Dante lines him, dusts his nose off, and charges in, RAMMING a STIFF elbow into Remy’s head while at the same time raising a POINTY knee into his gut! JH: Ho--ly crap what an impact! TM: That was a devastating move, Dante’s playing for keeps in this one, Hitchen, ain’t no fun and games here. Dante steps backwards and allows Remy to drop forward, but catches him before he can plummet to the floor. He leads him out of the corner but makes a sharp U-turn and pulls him back in, SLAMMING his head off the top turnbuckle! Dante tosses him backwards and the Cajun hits the canvas. JH: Dante’s looking for that knock out, maybe not right now, but he’s building up the concussion points for later. Remy’s eyes glaze as he stares lifelessly up into the black, Logan Black that is who hovers over him, waving a hand back and forth before his face and getting nothing in response. And so he begins his count… [align=center]One! Two! Three! Fou -- ![/align] Something within the Cajun’s mind clicks and he suddenly realises where he is. His head bolts up as if he’d just been woken from a deep sleep and he scrambles around, rolling himself over and pushing himself up…until he feels Dante’s fist close around a clump of his hair and drag him to his feet! The UEC fires a STIFF forearm into the back of Remy’s head, and another, while still keeping a hold of his dirty blonde locks, then leads him toward the nearest corner and tosses him into it. The Cajun spins round, landing back first against the turnbuckles and looks up to see the Icon bearing down on him. Dante reels back with a clubbing fist and -- Remy NUTS him in the nose! JH: Headbutt from Remy! Dante staggers and gives Remy enough time to gather his bearings. He reaches back and heaves himself up onto the top rope, where from a seated position he lunges out and CRACKS a right hand across the incoming Samoan’s face. Dante is dazed and Remy kicks his legs out, wrapping them around the champion’s head before dropping down and whipping him face first into the top turnbuckle with a HURRICANRANA! JH: Great move from Remy there! The challenger rolls to the side and takes a moment to regather himself as Dante lays slumped in the corner. Logan checks on the champ who fires out an errant arm to both swat him away and assure him that he’s still in the land of the conscious, while Remy uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He shakes away the dizzy and looks down to see Dante fidgeting about in the corner, slowly turning himself round and shaking off the Hurricanrana that brought him into this position. Seizing his chance, Remy takes off for the far ropes, rebounding off them and returning with increasing speed until he throws a leg out and SMACKS his foot off Dante’s head! The champs is knocked for six in the corner and Remy retrieves his leg from the ropes. JH: Nothing fancy about either of these men’s methods, both seem to be targeting their opponent’s head, looking for that knockout blow. TM: I’m not sure which I’d rather see, Remy getting knocked out cold or tapping like a little bitch. JH: You might not see either. TM: HA! Yeah right, that’s a good one. Remy reaches down and grabs as much of Dante’s shortly cropped hair as he can, dragging the Icon up to his feet. The Cajun FIRES him forward, SLAMMING his face off the top turnbuckle before bringing him back into a reverse chancery. He kicks his legs out and walks up the ropes with them, before pushing off and DRIVING the back of Dante’s head into the canvas with an elevated reverse… JH: DEE DEE TEE! A rather unique version. Remy rolls away and comes to a knee, watching Dante as Logan begins his count. …as Logan begins his count… Remy: *A-HEM!* Logan looks at him confused for a moment, wondering what Remy could possibly be hinting at, and it’s only when the Cajun motions toward the unmoving Dante laid out before him that the referee finally twigs. JH: For crying out loud. TM: What? He didn’t realise Dante was in a position where he could be counted out. After all, it was just a dumb looking DDT, that ain’t gonna knock him out. Logan checks on Dante and finally begins his count… [align=center]One![/align] Oh look he’s getting up. JH: Have a nice little breather down there did ya Dante? The champion pushes himself up and shakes away the cobwebs as Remy watches on, rolling his eyes to the desert sky as Logan steps back and gives the signal to carry on. The Cajun straightens himself up and glares at the innocent looking Logan as he moves across to Dante, grabbing him by the head and pulling him to his feet, but Dante fights back! He pushes Remy off and fires a forearm into his face, and another, and another until Remy is backed into the ropes. He whips him off and waits for him to come flying back toward him. He locks him up, and throws him over to the canvas! JH: URANAGEEE!!! Remy crashes head and shoulders into the canvas but Dante doesn’t give Logan a chance to start his count. He moves over and weaves his fingers into that mess of dirty blonde hair and damn near pulls it out as he heaves Remy up. With his opponent still dazed from the impressive suplex, Dante takes the opportunity to slap him about a bit, grinning to himself and the crowd as he smacks an open palm or two across Remy’s face, thoroughly enjoying every minute of it…until Remy regains enough sense to hock a lugie right onto Dante’s cheek. TM: Eww, that’s just disgusting, and so disrespectful. JH: Like Dante’s been so forthcoming with the respect tonight. TM: That’s different, Remy’s a common thief, he’s doesn’t deserve respect. Dante’s a freaking Icon. Dante looks outraged as he wipes the saliva from his face. He glares at Remy, the fires of anger raging behind his pupils as the punch drunk Cajun simply grins back at him. Dante reels back, and LEVELS Remy with a -- NO! Remy ducks the arm and heads for the ropes! He rebounds and charges back in…to Dante’s waiting arms! JH: HUUUUGE Spinebuster from Dante! Remy’s spine is damn near forced through the canvas by the sheer force of the impact. TM: That’s why you don’t screw with Dante Coles, he’s just so much better then you. Coles doesn’t break for a moment though and reaches down, wrapping his arms around Remy’s waist while he’s still on his back. He HEAVES him up, and over, and then back down the other side, SLAMMING him into the canvas with an arcing Northern Lights Suplex! TM: WHOO! That was awesome, one fluid motion from the mat to the air and back down to the mat. JH: Very impressive. Dante rolls backwards and hooks up Remy’s legs, picking him up and turning him over into… TM: DANTE’S INFERNO!!! Ring the bell, it’s over! JH: Little premature ain’tcha? TM: Oh please, it’s only a matter of time now. Remy yelps out in pain as the enraged Dante bends his body in ways that it really shouldn’t be bent. He tries in vain to claw his way across the canvas but the champion holds his ground, fighting against Remy’s movement and yanking his legs back all the more. TM: He’s in the middle of the ring, there’s no where for Remy to go. JH: If he can just get to the ropes… Gritting his teeth and fighting through the pain coursing through his lower body, Remy reaches out and once more tries to drag both himself and Dante toward the apron. Digging his fingers into the canvas he HEAVES them both forward and inch at a time, Dante fighting back the whole while, wrenching the Cajun’s legs and bending his spine. JH: He’s almost there! Remy reaches out, his hand mere inches from the ropes. It falls to the canvas and he tries to drag himself those last few inches when… DING, DING! JH: What the…!? TM: Remy tapped out! Dante wins! JH: What!? He did not, he was nearly to the ropes, why would he tap out? TM: ‘Cos he’s a quitter. Logan Black gets the last word in this match and what he says goes. JH: Oh, well if Logan says it it must be true. Dante steps off the Cajun and raises his hands in victory as the crowd boo the crap out of him. Remy, still feeling the pain in his legs and back, is refuting the notion that he submitted, but Logan seems adamant that he saw the Cajun’s palm slap the canvas. JH: This is an outrage, Remy’s been cheated out of victory by Logan Black, Madison’s puppet. TM: Hey! He’s a referee, you will respect his authoritah! As Remy tries to stand on his aching legs to argue his point further, Tony Clarke comes jogging through the entrance way. TM: Hey, what’s he doing here? The Senior Official bounds down the walkway and slides into the ring, and gets right up in Logan’s face. Clarke shouts at him, pointing to Remy, pointing to Dante, pointing to the bell, and he doesn’t seem happy about any of it. TM: What’s he doing? What’s he doing!? JH: I think he’s flexing his authoritah! Logan argues back but frankly looks like a child caught messing around by his teacher. Clarke pushes past him and heads for the ropes, leaning over and communicating something to Michael Anderson. TM: What’s going on? He’s plotting against Dante! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just been informed that contrary to Logan Black’s decision…this match will continue until a winner has been decided fairly! The crowd erupt with cheers as Dante marches across the ring to have a “polite word” with Tony Clarke. TM: This is wrong! Dante won, fair and square! Clarke can’t do this! JH: Remy didn’t tap out, it’s just another example of Logan’s corrupt officiating. And Tony Clarke can do this, he’s the senior official for TNT and Logan Black reports directly to him! Dante is pissed. He tries to argue with Tony Clarke but the head ref ain’t having any of it. He stands his ground even in the face of Dante’s angered shouting and idle threats. Eventually, The Icon realises he’s getting nowhere and turns to finish off Remy once and for all, and walks straight into a… JH: MOB HIT!!! Dante hits the canvas, his eyes glazed over as Tony Clarke slides out of the ring and orders Logan to do his damn job. Logan stoops down next to Dante who seems well and truly out of it, and reluctantly begins his count… [align=center]One! Two! Three![/align] TM: This isn’t fair! This is an injustice! JH: Oh quit yer bitching, this is probably the fairest thing that’s happened in a Dante/Remy match since their feud began. [align=center]Four! Five! Six![/align] Dante starts to stir, his eyes flickering open as his world comes back into focus. He hears the counting and it all starts to come rushing back. [align=center]Seven! Eight![/align] He digs his elbows back into the canvas as he pushes himself up, then rolls onto his side and finds the ropes, pulling himself up to his knees and effectively ending Logan’s count. TM: Sneaky little Cajun, thought he could steal a win. I bet he and Clarke are in cahoots! JH: Oh don’t be ridiculous. As Dante clambers his way up the cables, Remy darts to opposite side of the ring and throws himself into the ropes. Rebounding off, he charges across the canvas and takes to the air, CRACKING a dropkick off the back of Dante’s head and knocking him out onto the apron! He tries to shake the cobwebs loose as he looks around, finding himself on the wrong side of the ropes, but Remy is quick join him. The Cajun steps through onto the apron and lays a boot or two to the downed champion, before taking him by the head and dragging him up to his feet. Both men are balanced gingerly on the edge of the ring, and Remy pulls Dante into a front chancery! TM: I don’t like where this is going. Remy swings his leg and…Dante grabs the rope! Remy falls back, smacking his spine off the apron as the dazed Dante holds onto the top rope! The Cajun arches his back in pain before using the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. He looks up to see Dante still recovering. He backs up, and FIRES A YAKUZA KICK WHICH DANTE CATCHES! The Icon drags Remy in and THROWS HIM OFF THE APRON WITH A CAPTURE SUPLEX!! TM: Holy shit! Capture Suplex from the ring to the floor! Remy CRASHES into the very un-protective mats at ringside and Dante flops down off the apron. He sits up, resting against the ring for a moment as he casts a weary eye over to Remy’s limp, twitching form, and a cocky little grin forms on his face. JH: This guy is sick, he’s actually taking pleasure from seeing Remy in pain. TM: Who isn’t? With his quick rest stop over, Dante pulls himself up to his feet and heads over to Remy’s form. He lifts him up to his feet, and Remy tries to fight back by flailing his feet and fists in all directions, but Dante puts a stop to that with a STIFF right hand right to Remy’s nose! The Cajun staggers backwards but Dante takes his arm and drags him back, whipping him off into the ring post behind him! Remy’s face CRACKS off the steel and he stumbles backwards, into Dante’s waiting arms. He grabs him by the back of his head and RAMS him face first -- NO! Remy throws an errant elbow back and knocks Dante off balance, forcing him to relinquish his grip and allowing Remy time enough to stumble away, still arching his back in pain from that vicious Capture Suplex. He almost goes over but manages to catch himself on the announcers table, but Dante is in hot pursuit. TM: Hey, no! Go away you filthy Cajun! JH: Look out behind you! Hitchen’s warning is just a tad too late as Dante piles into Remy with a forearm to the back of his head! The Samoan takes a handful of Remy’s scraggily locks and RAMS him face first into the top of the announcers desk! With one hand entangled in his hair and the other taking him by the waist of his pants, Dante heaves his opponent up onto the desk itself. TM: Cheese it! Both announcers bail out as Dante climbs up on top of the desk and stands over his fallen prey. His chest pumps up and down as his lungs work over time to drag in the much needed oxygen, and his fine physique is lacquered with a layer of sweat, but on his face sits a cocky grin. JH: We got two referees out here, someone do something to get these guys down! TM: Oh they’re gonna come down alright, a lot quicker then you’d like though. As Remy stirs beneath him, Dante bands down and helps him to his feet, before shoving the Cajun’s head between his legs! He looks out to the crowd and they jeer the ass of him as he hooks up Remy’s arms over his back. JH: I can’t watch. TM: I’ll let you know how it goes. Dante heave him up -- but Remy fights back! He kicks his legs out, shifting his weight enough for Dante to drop his feet back onto the table. The Cajun tries to wriggle free but Dante won’t let him go, and so Remy calls upon all his strength to lift Dante up! TM: What the hell’s he doing! Remy HEAVES the champion up with all his might until he’s standing vertical with Dante hanging down his back. He grabs the Icon’s head, tucks it under his arm and sits out, DRIVING DANTE THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH AN… JH: EMERALD FUSION!!! The Desk crumbles beneath them and both men fall through it to the floor, but where Remy is simply stunned for a moment, Dante looks completely out of it. TM: Holy shit no! JH: Dante is out! Remy can win this if he can get him back into the ring. After taking a few moments to re-gather himself, Remy pulls himself to his feet and drags Dante with him. He holds him up by the neck and waist as he leads him over to the ring and hoists him up onto the apron, rolling him in under the bottom rope before sliding in himself. Logan shakes his shock away and starts his count. [align=center]One! Two! Three![/align] TM: Get up you idiot! JH: I don’t think he can hear you, or anyone for that matter. [align=center]Four! Five! Six! Seven![/align] Remy leans in one of the corner as he watches Dante’s unmoving form warily. [align=center]Eight! Nine! TEN![/align] JH: That’s it! We have a new champion here tonight! TM: NOOO! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEW ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPION. REMY, BARTEAAAAAAAAAUX!!! The Cajun glares down at his defeated nemesis, lost in his own thoughts. So much so that Clarke has to nudge him with the title before he realises he’s actually won it. JH: Remy is the new UEC, but more importantly, he’s avenged April’s honour. TM: Oh shut up. Remy takes the title and raises it high for the fans to see and cheer, though his eyes remain on the man he just defeated as both referees check on his condition. The new champ moves to the ropes, and heads to the back. JH: I wonder what Madison will say. FIW’s camera crew cuts backstage to the locker room of a certain female wrestler who in under an hour or so, will face her "former" best friend inside a fifteen-foot-high steel cage. Kailey Lane faces away from the camera as she cinches the belt for her chaps and then reaches into her bag which rests nearby. Pulling her moccasins out, she turns around and sits, crossing one leg over the other. Though she seems to be going through the motions, it becomes obvious that Kailey's mind is no where near her chaps or her moccasins, or even the tape she reaches for to wrap around her hands and forearms. Suddenly, Kailey sits up straight and sniffs. Her face contorts as she becomes visibly uncomfortable, worriedly glancing around the locker room. Kailey: Damn it! Not again! Spotting the glow of light coming from the bathroom, a room she hasn't been in yet, a small shiver runs up Kailey’s spine. Kailey pushes herself off of the bench and takes a few cautious steps in that direction as the scent of roses becomes ever stronger. Biting her lip, she reaches out to touch the cold steel of the door, pushing it open all the way. The camera pans to behind Kailey so it can see into the room before her while somewhat are showing her shocked expression. Inside the bathroom on the floor are two lines of candles making a small path to the bath tub which is filled to the brim and white rose petals cover the top of the bath water looking like an odd sort of bubble bath. With a look of utter shock on her face, Kailey takes a step into the bathroom and the camera crew follows her in. Something catches her eye and she looks toward the bathroom mirror. There, in white paint, is a question mark, and in the dot of it sits a letter taped to the mirror, Kailey hesitates for a moment before extending out her hand and pulling this new paper from its resting place. Carefully Kailey flips open the letter and the camera picks up its contents.
An unnerved and slightly bitter smile spreads across Kailey’s lips and she scoffs slightly. Kailey: You can say that again… A sad chuckle is all she can muster in an attempt to make light of the situation, but no serious laughter comes forth. After a few moments her smile fades away and is replaced with a look of worry. The camera cuts back to ringside not too shortly afterwards… KR: And now ladies and gentleman, it’s time for one of the most anticipated matches on the show, Tomoko Onamari vs. Sean Madrox. CM: Yeah, it’s time for Madrox to beat Tomoko one last time. He must be getting bored of it by now. KR: I don’t think it’s going to be that simple. Not only is this a highly anticipated grudge match, but we’ve also learnt that should Tomoko win this match she becomes the number one contender for the World Championship! CM: But there’s nothing about Madrox getting a shot if he wins? That’s not fair. I don’t like what’s going down with Tomoko and Orion. KR: Well tonight isn’t about Tomoko and Orion, it’s all about Tomoko and Madrox. I’m very interested in seeing who’ll come out on top in this one. It should be a classic! The arena lights dim, as Korn’s here to Stay begins to play. [align=center]This time, taking it away I've got a problem, with me getting in the way[/align] Tomoko strolls out to a huge ovation from the crowd. She stands at the entrance way as she looks around at the crowd and smirks slightly. She then raises both arms in a powerful pose. She walks slowly down towards the ring, looking intensely focused. [align=center]This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating. Anticipating, all the f**ked up feelings again.[/align] She steps into the ring and walks to the centre and holds up both arms to a huge pop from the crowd.. She walks to the corner and steps up on the middle turnbuckle and raises her arms. She steps down and stand on the spot, looking focused, awaiting her opponent. KR: Tomoko looks as focused as I’ve ever seen her. What an important night this is for her and her career. Not only does she have the chance to finally defeat Madrox, but it could also lead to her becoming the World Champion! KR: It’s just not fair! She wants it all. greedy bitch! KR: Stop it! The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Getting Away With Murder” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and the strobe lights begin to flicker on and off. [align=center]I FEEL IRRATIONAL SO CONFRONTATIONAL TO TELL THE TRUTH AGAIN I AM GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER[/align] The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the ground level glancing from left to right with his publicist Shauna at his side. He begins to walk down the walkway admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as Shauna carries her precious puppy. [align=center]IT ISN'T POSSIBLE TO NEVER TELL THE TRUTH BUT THE REALITY IS I'M GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER (GETTING AWAY, GETTING AWAY, GETTING AWAY)[/align] Shauna reaches the apron and she climbs the steps as Sean follows her strutting himself into the ring in an arrogant way; he removes his leather trench coat and climbs the turnbuckle and poses. He then pets the little canine as he flips the crowd off . CM: Madrox looking pissed off here and who could blame him? KR: Well, it hasn't been said that Madrox won;t get a title shot if he wins, we’ll just have to wait and see. what happens here. CM: At least we have one pleasant lady out here. How cute does she look accompanying Madrox to the ring? KR: I agree. And Shauna looks almost as good as cute as the dog! CM: HEY! CC: The following contest is a grudge match!! * crowd pops loudly* Introducing first, being accompanied by Shauna.... Huge boos for Madrox lady. but she doesn't seem to care less. She simply rubs Madrox shoulders, getting him ready for the match. CC: Weighing in at tow hundred and forty pounds, and hailing from Fairfield, Connecticut, he is MR. PHENOMENAL, SEAN MADROX!!! Huge heat from the crowd. Madrox just stands on the spot, snarling at his opponent. CC: And his opponent. hailing from Tokyo, Japan, the First lady of FIW, TOMOKO ONAMAMRI!!! Big pop from the crowd as Tomoko raises her arms to acknowledge the cheers. Shauna leaves the ring followed by Charles Cruz, as the ref briefly talks to each wrestler. The crowd anticipation heightens. KR: Finally, the feud between these two is about to come to a head. We're going to find out once and for all who is the better competitor. Tomoko and Madrox stand in front of each other, a cold glare in each of their eyes. Both competitors nod their head slowly as the ref calls for the bell. Still neither competitor moves. Both of them mouth words to each other.. CM: What? What are they saying? KR: I don’t know, but you can be sure it isn't very nice! Finally Madrox extends his arm and arrogantly shoves Tomoko. Tomoko looks down, smiling nodding her head. Suddenly she rears back her hand and nails Madrox hard in the face with a right hand! CM: Ouch! Did you hear that? KR: How could you not!? At first it looked like Tomoko was going to slap Sean, but then, Tomoko is no normal female wrestler. She really let him have it! Madrox touches his jaw with his hand, a look or rage in his eyes. Almost in an instant he grabs Tomoko by the hair and throws her violently into the corner! Not giving Tomoko even a second to react he grabs her and drapes her neck over the top rope, applying pressure. KR: Madrox choking Tomoko! That’s going a bit too far. CM: No it isn’t! Did you see that shot she nailed Madrox with? He won’t be able to eat solid food for a month! Mark Jackson grabs Madrox and manages to separate the two as Tomoko gasps for breath. The ref admonishes Madrox, but Madrox ignores him and nails Tomoko with a stiff forearm to the face! But no! It doesn't connect! In one swift motion, Tomoko avoids the blow and rolls away from Madrox. Both competitors again stare at each other from across the ring. The two circle each other slowly, not taking their eyes off each other for a second. The two lockup, slowly circling around the ring, neither one going a clear advantage. KR: Both competitors feeling each other out here, it’ll be interesting to see who gets the first clear advantage. Madrox goes behind Tomoko and gets her in a waist lock. He attempts to lift her but she blocks it, and reverses the hold, locking in a waist lock of her own. Tomoko wrenches in the hold and manages to get Madrox down to one knee. Madrox manages to switch out of it and lock in a face lock but Tomoko spins out o it and goes for a wrist lock but Madrox ducks out and goes for a hammerlock but Tomoko ducks out of that and locks in a face lock of her own. KR: Great wrestling to start off by both competitors. It’s interesting to note that the match started off intense with Tomoko hitting Madrox and Madrox choking her. But now both of them have seemed to regain their composure and seem intent on proving who the better WRESTLER is! CM: yeah, but that could stop at any minute. They could be pounding away at each other again any second! Tomoko wrenches in the face lock on Madrox. Madrox manages to get to his feet and break out of the hold. He goes for a side headlock but Tomoko garbs him by the leg and sends him down to the canvas. Immediately she locks her leg around his, locking in a leg bar. Madrox nails Tomoko with a couple of quick jabs to the back of the head and gets out of the hold, floating over into a side headlock. Madrox tightens his grip as both competitors get to their feet. Tomoko manages to power out and reverse into a top wristlock, Madrox showing his power mangers to reverse it into a top wristlock of his own, wrenching the wrist of Tomoko. KR: Both competitors look pretty evenly matched so far, although Madrox does look to have a slight advantage, at least at this time. CM: No, not just at this time, this is how it’s going to be for the match. There’s a reason Madrox is undefeated against Tomoko. Madrox releases the wristlock, and again gets Tomoko in a waist lock from behind. Tomoko elbows her way out of it, and bounces off the ropes, Madrox counters with a leapfrog but quick as a flash Tomoko school girls him over from behind. [align=center]One! Two! [/align] Madrox quickly manages to kick out! KR: Nice quick move from Tomoko, and that was almost our match! Can you imagine how annoyed our crowd would have been!? CM: Not as pissed off as I would have been if she had won, that’s for sure. Madrox quickly takes Tomoko down with a double leg take down and rolls over into a jack knife. [align=center]One! Two! [/align] No, Tomoko kicks out. She quickly gets to her feet, but Madrox grabs her and takes her over with a small package! [align=center]One! Two! [/align] No, Tomoko again kicks out. Tomoko springs to her feet and before Madrox can grab her again she takes him down with a high dropkick! Tomoko pulls Madrox to his feet and locks in a side headlock. Madrox nails Tomoko with a couple of jabs to the gut and shoots her off the ropes. Tomoko comes off but Madrox leap frogs over her, Tomoko comes off the other side but Madrox drops down, and Tomoko bounces off the ropes a third times, Madrox jumps to his feet and hits a beautiful dropkick but NO! Tomoko holds on to the ropes causing Madrox to hit nothing but thin air, and he crashes to the canvas! KR: Tomoko just out smarted Madrox! CM: : Oh, that was just a fluke, she didn't even mean to do that! Tomoko laughs at the fallen Madrox. She waits for him to get onto his feet before coming off the ropes but out of nowhere Madrox nails her with another dropkick! CM: Ha! He got it that time! Taken aback, Tomoko rolls outside the ring to recover. Madrox steps out onto the apron, and just as Tomoko is getting her bearings, leaps off and nails her with a missile dropkick from the apron! KR: Nice move by Madrox! Tomoko looks to be in trouble at this early stage! Madrox raises Tomoko to her feet, but Tomoko nails him with a sudden swift knife edged chop to the chest! Madrox retaliates with a hard chop of his own. Tomoko nails another chop, but Madrox fires back with yet another chop of his own! Tomoko nails Madrox with a hard kick to the leg, but Madrox fights back with a quick rake of the eyes! Tomoko just shakes it off and nails two more swift kicks to Madrox leg. Madrox fights her off this time with a couple of swift jabs to the face. Madrox follows up with a couple of stiff forearm shots, backing Tomoko to the ring post. Madrox rolls Tomoko back into the ring and takes her over with a quick arm drag. CM: Nice deep arm drag! See Madrox has the advantage in technical wrestling AND brawling, there’s no way Tomoko can match up to him. KR: That’s a bit of an exaggeration , but Madrox does seem to have the advantage in this match so far, I’ll give you that. Madrox grabs Tomoko’s left arm and locks in an arm lock. He raises Tomoko to her feet with the hold still intact but Tomoko manages to punch out of it and bounces off the ropes. She doesn't get to do anything though as she runs right into a shoulder block from Madrox. Tomoko gets to her feet but Madrox again takes her over with a quick arm drag and locks in an arm lock. CM: Madrox seemingly sticking to the same basic strategy to wear Tomoko down here, very smart! Madrox attempts to tighten in the hold but Tomoko manages to get her legs up, wrap them around Madrox head and lock in a headscissors. KR: Tomoko using her leg strength to get out of that hold and lock Madrox in the headscissors. Tomoko’s legs are probably her most dangerous assets. CM: Yeah I heard she was good with her legs before... Tomoko squeezes her legs around the neck of Madrox, applying the pressure. But in an amazing display of athleticism Madrox manages to nip out of the hold ,landing on his feet, before taking Tomoko over with another arm drag! This time instead of locking in an arm lock, Madrox simply forces his knee down on the side of Tomoko’s head. Madrox lets Tomoko up out of the hold, and she takes him over with a lightning quick arm drag of her own. Tomoko goes to kick Madrox but he grabs her leg and takes her down, Madrox holds onto the foot of Tomoko but she kicks him off sending him down. Just as quickly though Madrox nips back up, as does Tomoko, Tomoko charges at Madrox but he takes her down with a spinning heel kick! KR: Brilliant action, and we’re still relatively early into the match! CM: Yeah and just like I predicated Madrox is coming out on top in every exchange! Madrox goes for the quick cover: [align=center]One! Two! [/align] No, Tomoko kicks out. Before Tomoko can attempt to get up, Madrox drops a quick elbow and again goes for the cover. [align=center]One! Two! [/align] But again Tomoko kicks out. Madrox quickly gets up, but instead of going for the cover, Madrox coldly drops a knee right on Tomoko’s left arm. Tomoko grabs her arm and cries out in pain as Madrox backs off, surveying the damage with glee. Tomoko rolls out to ringside still holding her arm. CM: Awesome strategy by Madrox, honing in on the arm of Tomoko, that’s going to make it very difficult for Tomoko to execute the Tomoko Driver! KR: Yes and lets not forget that arm has been injured not too long ago! Tomoko attempts to regain her composure, but doesn't get much of a change as Madrox charges and knocks her down with a baseball slide! Madrox taunts the booing crowd as Tomoko struggles to get up on the outside! Tomoko finally manages to get to her feet but Madrox runs, springboards on to the top rope and dives onto Tomoko with a shooting start press! KR: Whoa! Amazing move! CM: That was spectacular! Even some of the prop Tomoko crowd are applauding that move! KR: It was awesome no doubt. Even though Madrox looks hurt now as well. Madrox manages to get to his feet pulling Tomoko up with him. He throws Tomoko into the ring., before turning around and gloating to the angry crowd. KR: Madrox making a mistake here in my opinion. He needs to get on Tomoko and capitalise on the advantage. Madrox mouths words to the crowd before hopping up onto the ring apron. CM: Madrox has the right to be confident, he’s in control. I think he just said, “ you think that was great, just watch this!” Madrox springboards onto the top rope, but out of the corner of her eyes Tomoko sees him and charges sending him back down the floor with a dropkick! KR: See! I knew Madrox over confidence would cost him. You can't give someone the calibre of Tomoko room to breath for a second! Madrox manages to roll back into the ring, where Tomoko is waiting.. She backs him into the corner and nails him with stiff martial arts kicks to the ribs. Madrox drops down to the bottom turnbuckle, where Tomoko continues to stomp on Madrox with hard kicks. Mark Jackson attempts to stop her but she ignores him so he begins his count [align=center]One! Two! Three! Four! [/align] On hearing four Tomoko immediately backs off, smirking at the referee. CM: Rule breaker! KR: She’s just using the count to her advantage. No doubt Madrox would do the same thing. Madrox gets to his feet before Tomoko nails him with a couple of more stiff kicks to the ribs before taking him down with a stiff spinning back fist! KR: Uraken! Made famous by Aja Kong! CM: Who? KR: * sighing* Never mind. Madrox sits up but Tomoko runs at him taking him back down with a stiff kick! She makes the cover; [align=center]One! Two! [/align] Madrox manages to get his shoulder up. Tomoko raises Madrox up, and he attempts to fight back with weak jabs to Tomoko’s ribs. Tomoko shakes them off, goes behind Madrox, vaults up to his shoulders, and takes him over with a spinning hurracanrana! KR: Sweet move by Tomoko, who has regained the advantage in this match. CM: Yeah but for how long? Tomoko gets Madrox to his feet, whips him off the ropes and takes him down with a hard spear! Tomoko briefly acknowledges the cheering crowd as Madrox holds his ribs in agony. Tomoko then turns her back on Madrox, and back flips over, hitting him with an impressive standing moonsault! She hooks the leg; [align=center]One! Two! [/align] No, Madrox grabs the bottom rope to break the hold. KR: Madrox was lucky there. He had the wind knocked out of him by those two moves by Tomoko. Had he not been near the ropes this could have been over! Tomoko whops Madrox off the ropes and goes for a back body drop, but Madrox counters with a hard kick, and takes Tomoko down with a hard clothesline! Tomoko gets to her feet but Madrox takes her down with another clothesline. Tomoko gets back up but Madrox takes her right back down, this time with a spinning wheel kick! He quickly makes the cover: [align=center]One! Two! [/align] No, Tomoko kicks out. KR: Madrox with a sudden burst of energy taking control of the match. It would appear that it’s still to early to count either of these two out. Tomoko gets up but Madrox runs ahead of her, springboards of the ropes and takes her down with a Madrox DDT! He makes the cover: [align=center]One! Two! [/align] No! Tomoko barely gets her shoulder up! Madrox raises Tomoko up, grabs her by the head, and hits painful sit out jaw breaker! He again makes the cover: [align=center]One! Two! [/align] But Tomoko again kicks out! KR: Madrox throwing move after move at Tomoko, but she’s not staying down. CM: Yeah, but again, for how long? Each one of those moves, and pin covers for that matter, are taking a lot of Tomoko’s energy. Tomoko gets up and goes for a desperation clothesline, but Madrox ducks and grabs Tomoko as if for a reverse DDT, but instead drops Tomoko’s head right onto his knee with a sickening thud! Madrox goes to a corner, he signals to the crowd that the end is near as Shauna on the outside applauds her man. Tomoko slowly starts to get up, pulling herself up by using the ropes. KR: The number one contendership is on the line, that's if Orion keeps to his word. Sean and Tomoko meet in the centre of the ring. Tomoko motions to her waist and Sean shakes his head. Sweat is clearly visible on both competitors, they tie up and Sean lands a knee to the gut. He then lifts Tomoko up in a suplex but Tomoko escapes! She lands on her feet and then ducks a quick clothesline attempt from Sean! Madrox goes for a kick to the stomach, then a DDT but Tomoko powers out into a back body drop! KR: Sean seems to be getting frustrated, he needs to cut that out. CM: Of course he's frustrated! Wouldn't you be? Sean is straight to his feet and seething, he catches Tomoko with a loud chop followed by a stiff right hand. Tomoko staggers back and Sean finally knocks her down with a high knee landed into the face of Tomoko! Sean then drops to the mat and rolls to the outside. He dislodges the steel steps and places them onto the apron. Tomoko sees them coming, she baseball slides at the steps...Madrox moves the steps out of the way! Tomoko slides all the way outside and Sean quickly scoops her up to drop him onto the announce table. CM: Near us, this is not good! KR: He's got the steel steps! We could see a DQ right here! Tomoko bounces back off the table and is rolled into the ring. There she gets up and stands in a corner. Sean comes into the ring, he picks up the steel steps and hoists them above his head. Sean charges at Tomoko, Tomoko GETS A BOOT INTO THE MIDSECTION! Sean drops it down onto the mat and Tomoko explodes out of the corner with a flying forearm smash! Madrox rolls to the outside, he walks around the timekeeper's table to pick up a steel chair! KR: Oh no! CM: And the steel chair comes into play! KR: Sean's last roll of the dice is possibly that very chair! Sean slides into the ring, he waits as Tomoko turns around...SEAN SWINGS FOR TOMOKO'S HEAD...TOMOKO BLOCKS IT! SHE PLUCKS THE CHAIR OUT OF SEAN'S HANDS AND TOSSES IT ASIDE! SEAN COMES BACK AT TOMOKO BUT TOMOKO HAS IT SCOUTED AND SCOOPS HIM UP INTO A TOMOKO DRIVER! KR: HERE IT IS!!!! TOMOKO SWINGS SEAN AROUND READY FOR THE FINISHING MOVE BUT SEAN ESCAPES! HE LANDS ON HIS FEET AND TRIES TO CLASP A HAND AROUND HER THROAT! TOMOKO KNOCKS THE HAND AWAY AND DIGS IN TO PICK MADROX UP! CM: The advantage is going back and forth! TOMOKO DRIVER! [align=center]1! 2! 3! IT'S OVER![/align] CC: Here is your winner...TOMOKO ONAMARI! KR: Tomoko has done it! CM: Sean has lost! I can't believe it! Mark Jackson raises Tomoko's arm and she bails out of the ring as Madrox looks around wondering what happened. She knows she has been in a fight tonight but none more so than Sean Madrox. Sean has to be helped up as the crowd are applauding Tomoko. Madrox rolls out of the ring a dejected figure, he is hurting badly. Madison Lee returns to her office, a busy busy girl as always. She opens the door and just as she does, a voice fills the room. Deep. Growling. Tier: When the working… day is done… I refuse to belong to anyone… and at night when I… try to sleep… I hear the howls… of commerce… in my… dreams… Tier swivels around to reveal himself in Madison’s chair, his fingers steepled and his nose bent low over them. Tier: Sound familiar? Madison clutches the door handle tightly, the sight of this… man (for a lack of better term) seated in her office after everything she had endured at the hands of him, visibly upsetting to her. She opens her mouth to respond, finding her throat incredibly dry. She forces a swallow before attempting to speak once more. Madison: I… uh… did you want something? Tier smiles simply, his black eyes shining. Tier: I wanted to thank you, dear Madison. For assisting in my return to power. I have missed you all these terribly long months... how long has it been? Madison: Not long enough if you ask me. Madison’s voice comes out more shaky than she would’ve hoped but she tries to keep her composure together. Madison: And you’re right. I did assist in your return. And I don’t believe I’ve heard a thank you. She cringes seconds after she says it. She forces herself to relax, giving herself a silent scolding for allowing this man to make her look like an idiot in her own office. Madison: I mean… you’re welcome. The smile widens into a grin, but on the face of God it looks... wrong, somehow. Tier: Did you want your chair... Madison? Your... seat? Madison tightens her grip even more on the door handle, as if clinging to it for protection. Her knuckles turn white but she’s oblivious. She raises her chin up, attempting to look over the desk to determine whether or not Tier’s great gesture is some form of trick. Madison: No, I’m fine where I am. Tier can't help the sinister chuckle that escapes his lips. He places his hands on the armrests of the chair and pushes out of the leather, standing up. He takes a step toward Madison, grin still plastered on his face. Madison shrinks back from his approach but refusing to relinquish the hold on her security blanket (a.k.a. the door handle). Tier: What makes you so small, Madison? So meek? Where is all your fire and brimstone? Has it died since we last spoke? Tier steps forward once more, not but a foot between them. Tier: Since I whispered into your ear so long ago? Madison cringes at the “memories” between the two of them. Every nightmare she has that doesn’t involve public nudity is most likely about Tier. Once, she even dreamed that she was naked while being chased by Tier. I’m just kidding. Madison: Maybe if you cleaned up once in a while, your appearance wouldn’t be so overwhelming. Madison struggled to make the joke but forced it out nonetheless. Tier tilts his head in a bird-like fashion, not quite getting it. Tier: Was that an insult you were struggling at? Are we Grigoriy now? I assure you, Madison. I bathe regularly. This face I wear is changed regularly. My hair is washed regularly... He closes the gap between them, mere inches away from her. Tier: If I did not you would tear at the reek of an unwashed body at this distance. Madison summons every ounce of courage in herself, forcing her eyes to look directly into Tier’s. Madison: Is there something you wanted? Tier: A dance. Tier bows backward, rocking his foreleg onto his heel as he bends at the waist, lowering his head to Madison's stomach, offering up a hand. Madison eyes the hand with either repulsion or fear. Neither cause her to accept the gesture. Madison: If you came here to play games with me, you can leave now. I’m not in the mood. Tier stands tall again, the amused smile still clinging to his visage. Tier: What a pity. The games are the only fun part of what I'm about to do to you. Tier DARTS in front of the door suddenly, SLAMMING his fists against both the actual door and the frame on the other side. Madison loses her grip on the handle as the portal clatters against the wall. Tier: You have served your purpose, but I am used to your trickery. Rest assured that Lazaro's hopes you might be spared were foolish and entirely false. I will soon come to possess YOU, Madison. And there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. Madison remains unmoving as if she were falling back on Girl Scout training that told her to play dead when confronted by a bear. Her head lowers to the floor and she fights with everything she has to keep her eyes open. Her brain seems to be struggling to determine whether or not she wishes to see what is going to happen to her or not. Tier leans in to her, taking a deep breath through his nose, absorbing her scent. Our camera zooms in on the coupling of horror and control before Tier breaks the humming silence with a harsh whisper. Tier: I am God. I am here... to do God's work. He pushes away and Madison lifts her head to confront him... but he's gone. Vanished, as it were, into thin air. Madison lets out a breath that she seems to have been holding in for eternity, her gaze carefully inspecting every inch of the room as if she expects him to be hiding. |
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| Lita Maivia | Jun 11 2006, 09:28 PM Post #6 |
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JH: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Ladies Steel Cage Match. First time ever two women have ever competed in a steel cage match on FIW television. TM: And I don’t think there’s ever been two women in FIW to have so much personal conflict with one another. JH: I don’t think anyone could argue that point. Three years ago these two women became friends. But their friendship has taken a rocky road. Kennedy claims the problems began back with Kailey’s… I guess relationship with Ragin’. Kailey believed Kennedy was the first to betrayal her last year when she aligned with Nadia Kassle. TM: Well, one thing we all know for sure is that Kennedy played a big part in Kailey failing to capture the Dual Crown Championship two months ago at Anarchy In The UK. JH: That is true. Kennedy assisted Swytch, who we found out is teaching Kennedy his wicked ways. Kennedy assisted him into a victory at Anarchy In The UK. She won’t have that chance to do the same when Swytch meets Ragin’ later on here tonight. As Jonathan and Thomas speak the house lights fade, strobes blinking as ominous music plays over the speakers. The steel cage lowers from the lighting rig around the ring. Ring monkeys rush to latch the steel onto the ring posts. MA: The following contest is a STEEL CAGE MATCH and it is scheduled for one fall! To win this match, a competitor must pin their opponent, knock them out, force them to submit or escape the steel cage with both feet touching the floor. 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. She strolls towards the ring, 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: Introducing first, making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! JH: Swytch’s protégé Kennedy. She claimed earlier in the week that she loves Swytch. The very thought makes my skin crawl. TM: Now what is wrong with that? Two young kids finding love. Aren’t you happy someone like Swytch is trying to have a normal life? JH: Nothing about Swytch’s life is normal. Least of all his activities with Kennedy. TM: Wait. Do you know something I don’t? Pausing at the end of the aisle, she looks out over the crowd before moving around the ring. She climbs up the steel steps and climbs in through the cage door. She leisurely strolls around the open space, awaiting her opponent. JH: I find it interesting that we haven’t ever really gotten Swytch’s thoughts on Kennedy. TM: What are you talking about? He talks about her all the time! JH: Well, yeah, true. But Kennedy admitted actual feelings for Swytch. Don’t you wonder if he feels the same? TM: What do you care? It makes your skin crawl you heartless bastard! As the first riffs of "Defy You" by Offspring begin to play, smoke begins to billow from the stage. Kailey's silhouette slowly becomes visible through the smoke and remains in shadow while the opening bars continue. When the lyrics begin, she pushes through the smoke and takes her first steps toward the ring, eyes locked on her former best friend stood through the steel. MA: And the opponent! From Nashville, Tennessee… KAILEY LLLLAAANNNE!!! JH: I’m not sure Kailey really enjoyed the comments Kennedy insisted were true about herself and Ragin’. TM: You know what they say. The truth hurts. JH: That’s not fair, Thomas. No one but Kailey knows the truth about her feelings for Ragin’. Least of all Kennedy. TM: They wouldn’t get to Kailey so much if they weren’t true. That’s just my opinion and I’m sticking to it. Climbing the steel steps, she slides in between the top and middle rope AND TAKES A KICK TO THE FACE FROM KENNEDY! JH: Kennedy jumping into the advantage! Kailey wasn’t even fully in the ring. TM: Kennedy waited until Kailey lowered her head and took advantage of it! JH: She had to lower her head to get in the ring! Kennedy grabs Kailey and runs her across the ring, THROWING HER HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL CAGE! She grabs off the mat before she can recover and RUNS HER INTO THE ADJACENT SIDE!! JH: Kennedy isn’t giving Kailey a chance to get into the game here! Launching her into that hard steel! TM: Like a lawn dart! Kennedy drags Kailey up from the canvas and locks her up in a chancery. She swings her leg and CRASHES TO THE CANVAS!!! Kailey shoves Kennedy off before she can execute the DDT! Kailey tries to shake her head clear before taking a stance and waiting for Kennedy to raise. She does and just barely manages to a duck a high roundhouse kick from Kailey! Kennedy grabs her in a waistlock and rolls backwards, bridging out into a pin! She grabs the ropes just as RK gets into place! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] Nope. Not that easy. RK notices Kennedy holding the ropes and preventing Kailey from being able to kick out no matter how hard she tries. Kennedy releases the ropes, allowing Kailey to free herself from the pinning predicament. JH: A quick exchange there, ending in a near fall with Kennedy attempting to cheat early on. TM: She wasn’t trying to cheat! She was… um, using her surroundings. JH: She tried to nail her DDT early on but Kailey was ready for her. And then she tried to use the ropes to secure a quick victory. TM: Nothing wrong with Kennedy wanting to end this cage match. This is a dangerous environment for women to be in! Both women make it back to their feet. Kennedy moves in and gets cracked in the ribs with a high side kick from Kailey! Before Kennedy has a chance to recover, Kailey cracks a high side kick off the other side of Kennedy! She finishes up by kicking off her feet and driving a spinning back kick into Kennedy’s chest! JH: A nice succession of kicks from Kailey there. She’s got some Jeet Kune Do training under her belt and always love the opportunity to showcase her abilities. TM: She knocked Kennedy right back into the turnbuckle. I think she winded her. JH: Those lightning kicks to the ribs followed by the one into the chest could certainly do that. Kailey follows up by running in and leaping up onto Kennedy’s thighs. She wraps her hands around the back of Kennedy’s neck and falls back THROWING KENNEDY ACROSS THE RING WITH A MONKEY FLIP! Kennedy is launched into the air and crashes back first into the canvas! She pulls herself back up in the corner only for Kailey to run back up onto her thighs! Kennedy catches her though and spins around, setting Kailey on the top turnbuckle. Kennedy smacks a right hand off Kailey’s jaw! JH: Kailey trying for a second monkey flip from the corner that didn’t pay off as well as her first attempt. TM: You can’t be predictable around Kennedy. Kailey’s gonna learn that the hard way. Kennedy nails another right hand off Kailey’s jaw, dazing the southern blonde on the buckle. She then grabs Kailey in a headlock and leaps across the ring, dragging Kailey from the top rope and SLAMMING HER FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BULLDOG! JH: Oh my God! A bulldog from the top rope! TM: Kailey’s seeing stars now and it isn’t her own. Kennedy pushes herself back to her feet, arching her back to stretch out the kinks before moving to the turnbuckle. She climbs to the top rope before beginning to scale the cage to the top. JH: Kennedy’s looking to make an escape now. TM: You should go out the door rather than climb up over the cage, Kennedy. You’re putting yourself in danger up there! Indeed she is. Kailey fights back to her feet, spotting Kennedy already with her hands around the bars at the top of the cage. Kailey rushes over, climbing up the turnbuckle and catching Kennedy in an electric chair position! Kennedy grasps the top of the cage, flailing an arm as she finds herself starting to go backwards. She smacks a blow off the top of Kailey’s head to get out of the predicament! Kailey drops back to the mats on her feet but reaches up and pulls Kennedy back down to the turnbuckle! She grabs Kennedy and THROWS HER BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS!! JH: Kennedy’s escape thwarted! Kailey just slammed her down to the canvas from the top rope! TM: I said it! Trying to get out that way puts you in danger. First the bulldog to Kailey, now the slam to Kennedy. Kailey stumbles back into the turnbuckle, taking a moment to gather herself back. She moves over to Kennedy, lifting her former friend off the canvas and applying a standing head scissors, much to the crowd’s excitement. She glances in both direction before lifting Kennedy up over her shoulder! She tries to position her but Kennedy kicks her feet, slipping out of the hold and landing on her feet behind Kailey. She pulls Kailey around AND NEARLY BEHEADS HER WITH A LEAPING CLOTHESLINE! JH: A big time clothesline from Kennedy! Kailey looked like she was trying to end this with her Southern Cross. TM: Both women have attempted their finishing moves pretty early. That just shows you that they both know how tolling a steel cage match can be. JH: You’re exactly right. If you plan to make the climb over that thing, you’re gonna need your strength. That means ending this match as quickly as you can. TM: You’ve gotta incapacitate your opponent with as little energy as possible. Kennedy fights back up to her feet, trying to shake the nagging aches from this match and makes her way to the cage door. Michaela Menendez unlatches the door from the outside and Kennedy shoves it up. She lifts one leg over the middle rope and finds her other leg held in place by Kailey. Kennedy steps back through the ropes and stomps on Kailey’s head! Kennedy lifts her up and boots her in the midsection! She locks Kailey up in a chancery and starts ramming her knees into Kailey’s sternum! JH: Kennedy tried to make an escape but Kailey was able to recover just in time to stop her! TM: And now Kennedy’s going to town with knees to the chest! JH: That’s a patented Swytch maneuver, very effective from what we’ve seen of him. Kennedy ceases her assault, throwing Kailey’s arm over her neck and lifting her into the air! Kennedy holds Kailey up with a vertical suplex, stepping further into the ring. Kailey kicks her legs, dropping back down in front of Kennedy on her feet! She drives a knee into Kennedy’s midsection and then SNAPS HER OVER WITH A SUPLEX! JH: Kailey reverses! Kennedy tried for a vertical and Kailey scored with a snap suplex! Kennedy fights back up to her feet but Kailey’s there first. She places Kennedy into a half nelson and goes for her other arm… Kennedy squirms free, sitting out to escape the hold. THWACK! Kailey smacks a kick off the back of Kennedy’s neck no sooner than she sits out! TM: OW! Did you hear that smack?! JH: Kailey tried for her version of a Cobra Clutch. Kennedy thought she had it scouted but Kailey had her scouted. Kennedy holds onto the back of her neck as Kailey lifts her up by the hair. She spins around her around and CRACKS A CHOP ACROSS HER CHEST! A second one! A third one! Kailey fires a right hand upside Kennedy’s head! A stiff elbow strike knocks Kennedy back into the turnbuckle! Kailey grabs Kennedy by the wrist and whips her into the opposite turnbuckle! She runs… RIGHT INTO A BACK ELBOW FROM KENNEDY! Kennedy tries to shake the stars from her vision and climbs to the top rope. Kailey turns back just as Kennedy flies off with a high cross body! Kailey rolls through into the cover though! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT BY KENNEDY!!![/align] JH: A near fall for Kailey there! TM: I think you’re right. I think Kailey does have Kennedy scouted here tonight. JH: She’s done a good job reacting to Kennedy’s moves as well as her counter attempts. Both women spring back to their feet. Kennedy rushes in with a clothesline that Kailey ducks. The Southern Lady reaches back, grabbing Kennedy’s head AND DROPPING HER WITH A NECKBREAKER! Kailey nips back up to her feet, receiving a round of applause from the desert dwellers. Kailey hits a low dropkick that keeps Kennedy grounded. JH: Kailey’s finally got full control in this match. It’s been a bit back and forth but Kailey appears to be in control. TM: Give Kennedy a chance to recover. She will. JH: I know she will. And odds are, Kailey knows she will. And that’s why she’ll do everything to make sure Kennedy doesn’t recover. Kailey grabs Kennedy by the wrist, dragging her up and whipping her off the ropes. Kennedy rebounds and finds Kailey’s boot placed in her stomach! Kailey grabs Kennedy by the hair, dropping to one knee as she DROPS KENNEDY’S FACE ACROSS HER KNEE!! JH: A face buster onto the knee! That was a unique but effective move. TM: She’s jealous of Kennedy’s face! She thinks if she can disfigure Kennedy that she might be able to steal Swytch away from her! JH: Oh please. Kailey would kill herself before dating Swytch. TM: Swytch is too good for her! Kennedy sits up on one knee, holding mouth and realigning her jaw. But she’s interrupted as Kailey moves back in. Kennedy blocks an attempted right hand from Kailey and throws one of her own! Kailey ducks the right hand and sweeps Kennedy’s legs out from under her with a double leg takedown! Kailey falls back and THROWS KENNEDY FACE FIRST INTO THE STEEL CAGE WITH A SLINGSHOT! TM: Ah! Poor Kennedy’s face just smashed off that steel. JH: Oh, you didn’t feel sorry for poor Kailey when she got thrown into the steel like a lawn dart! TM: Honestly, I feel sorry for both these ladies. Their beautiful bodies shouldn’t have to go through this type of match. JH: I believe they’re both tough enough to handle it. Just ask some of the men they’ve stepped into the ring with. Kailey tries to shake off her fatigue and drags Kennedy up by a handful of hair. She aggressive applies a standing head scissors on Kennedy, prompting the crowd to all raise from their seats yet again in anticipation. Kailey hoists Kennedy up over her shoulder, lifting her into the air by her arms and sits out DROPPING KENNEDY’S FACE INTO THE CANVAS!! JH: THE SOUTHERN CROSS AND KAILEY HIT IT!!! TM: Kailey’s finished numerous superstars with that move! She could have it won! JH: All she’s gotta do is crawl from the cage or cover Kennedy! But she’s not moving! TM: That move took a lot out of her! She and Kennedy are very similar in size. JH: You’re right about that. Kailey’s already worn down from this match and that move, while seemingly put Kennedy down, has affected Kailey as well. Richard Kelly checks on both women before signaling that the match is continuing. Both ladies remain on the canvas, Kennedy face down while Kailey is staring up that night sky and bright lights. She rolls over onto her stomach, pushing up to her hands and knees. She gives her head a hard shake and squints her eyes. JH: Referee can’t go for a count-out. Madison Lee was very clear that this match cannot end in a draw. TM: No one would want to see this match end in a count-out anyways. JH: I agree. Just stating the facts. Kailey takes a deep breath and pushes up to her feet. She starts to climb the turnbuckle, gazing up at the height of the cage. She continues to climb, oblivious to the fact that Kennedy is starting to recover. She spots Kailey and uses all the energy she can muster up to get back to her feet. She ducks underneath Kailey, grabbing her legs and THROWING HER DOWN TO THE CANVAS IN A POWERBOMB!! JH: A powerbomb by Kennedy! Stopping Kailey’s attempted escape! TM: Kailey must really be out of it. She could’ve went out the cage door. JH: Doesn’t matter how you leave the cage as long as both feet get on the ground before your opponent. Kennedy drops the canvas as she delivers the bomb. She hesitates there for a moment, attempting to gather her strength before getting back up and attempting the same escape route as Kailey. The Nashville star fights back to her feet and moves into stop her. Kennedy kicks back, knocking her opponent back a step or two. Kennedy pushes off the cage AND TAKES KAILEY DOWN WITH A MOONSAULT BODY BLOCK!! TM: A moonsault! And Kennedy hit it! JH: Both women have been nailing him high impact moves but they cage has already taken its toll on both of them. I’m not sure if they’re doing themselves any favors. TM: You have to do whatever you can to win. They both know that. JH: You’re right. That’s the name of the game. Kennedy crawls off of Kailey’s body and crawls to the cage door. She grabs the robes and pulls herself up as Michaela once again opens the cage door from the outside. Kennedy ducks through the ropes but Kailey has Kennedy’s leg and drags her back away from the door! Kennedy turns over onto her back and kicks up at Kailey’s head! Kailey falls backwards and releases her hold on Kennedy! Kennedy gets back to her feet a second or two before Kailey recovers. Kennedy runs at Kailey, leaps onto her thighs and throws her over with a monkey flip! But Kailey does a full flip and lands on her feet! JH: Incredible athleticism from Kailey! TM: Did you see that? She went into a full flip and landed right on her feet? That was impressive? Kailey glances back at Kennedy and makes a move for that open cage door. Kennedy springs back to her feet and runs at Kailey, leaping onto her shoulders! Kennedy shifts her weight and rolls Kailey up with a sunset flip! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT BY KAILEY!!![/align] Both women rush back to their feet, adrenaline pumping through their bodies! Kennedy beats Kailey to the punch, nailing a toe kick into Kailey’s midsection! Kennedy locks her up in a front face lock, screams out at the jeering crowd, swings her leg AND LANDS ON HER BACK AS KAILEY GRABS THE ROPES!! JH: Kennedy missed her DDT there! Kailey used the ropes to keep herself vertical! TM: Isn’t that illegal?! You can’t use the ropes! JH: Submission only! Kailey grabs Kennedy’s legs and flips over her, bridging out into a pin! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK OUT BY KENNEDY!!![/align] Again, the ladies rush back to their feet. Kailey anxious to keep the control she’s taken, Kennedy desperate to get the odds back in her favor. Kennedy rushes in, missing a clothesline that Kailey ducks! Kennedy spins around AND TAKES A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE FACE!!! JH: A high roundhouse kick from Kailey! TM: That was DIRECTLY into the face! JH: Kennedy is down and she’s not moving. Kailey stumbles backwards into the ropes, holding to them as she eyes Kennedy. She takes in a deep breath and waits as she notices Kennedy stirring on the canvas. Kailey moves to the turnbuckle, pulling herself to the second rope. Kennedy climbs to her feet, dazed and confused. She moves around the canvas, turning JUST AS KAILEY COMES OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!!! NO!!! Kennedy holds her hands up and breaks the axe handle! She buries her boot into Kailey’s midsection AND PLANTS HER WITH AN IMPLANT DDT!!! JH: FACE FIRST GOES KAILEY!! TM: A big-time implant DDT from Kennedy! That might put Kailey down for good! Kennedy lays on the canvas for a moment. She gazes over to see Kailey laid out face first into the canvas. She sits up and brings a hand to her mouth, wiping away at blood that is coming from her mouth. JH: Kennedy’s bleeding. In the mouth or her lip or something there. TM: Probably from the straight kick to the face from Kailey! JH: I think you’re exactly right! Kennedy checks her hands, her eyes darkening at the sight of the blood. She seems to shake off any remembrance of fatigue or injury as her eyes focus on the crimson liquid on her hand. She raises up to her feet, wiping her mouth once more to assure herself it is her blood on her hands. JH: Kennedy is having a… strange reaction to the sight of her own blood. TM: It’s not often Kennedy’s been busted open. She’s been one of the lucky few to avoid such a thing. JH: Everything Swytch has supposedly been teaching Kennedy, you’d think she’d be used to the sight of blood. JH: Not her own. Swytch doesn’t hurt HER! Unless she asks him to, probably. Kennedy lowers her hand to her side, her dark eyes moving towards Kailey as she spins to face her opponent still laid on the canvas. Kailey begins to stir, oblivious to Kennedy’s reaction to be busted open. Kennedy begins to stalk her prey, commanding for Kailey to get up to her feet… which she unknowingly complies. JH: Uh-oh. What’s Kennedy got planned here? I don’t like the look in her eyes. Kailey reclaims her feet, shaking the birdies from her head. She turns around AND GETS RUN THROUGH WITH A SPEAR BY KENNEDY! Kennedy floats over into a mounted position, firing at Kailey with straight (legal) right hands! JH: Kennedy with a huge spear to Kailey! And now clenched fists! TM: The sight of her blood has awoken something scary in Kennedy! JH: It’s certainly angered her! Kennedy holds onto Kailey’s blonde locks, dragging her up to her feet. Kennedy runs with her, SMASHING HER FACE INTO THE STEEL CAGE!! Kailey rebounds from it, RIGHT INTO A KNEE TO THE BACK FROM KENNEDY! Kennedy grabs Kailey by the back of her hair and smashes her face back into the cage, holding it in place and grinding it across the steel links! JH: Good God! Kennedy is grating Kailey’s face into the steel! TM: I’m… strangely excited by this side of Kennedy. JH: I hope you didn’t mean aroused. Richard Kelly tugs at Kennedy’s arm, yelling at her to get Kailey off the cage! Kennedy eventually complies, letting Kailey fall to the canvas and grab her face. Blood already begins to drip from her face, the source unknown. Kennedy spots this and her scowl transforms into a twisted grin, a giggle resonating from her throat. JH: Now she’s… laughing? She is twisted! What has Swytch done to her? TM: You can’t put on an act like that, Jonathan. Unfortunately for you, I think Swytch has just awoken the real Kennedy. Kennedy drops to a knee, picking Kailey’s head up and watching the blood that appears to be coming from above her eyebrow. Kennedy looks into Kailey’s glossy eyes and asks, “Am I strong enough for you now, Kailey? HUH?!” Kennedy throws her face back down into the bloody canvas! JH: Kennedy asking Kailey if she’s strong enough for Kailey now. TM: Kailey made the remark. She said Kennedy isn’t strong anymore. Said she’s dependent. I wonder if Kailey likes this Kennedy. JH: There’s being strong and then there’s being maniacal! Kennedy’s crossed a line. Kennedy uses her foot to kick Kailey over onto her back. Kennedy calls for the end with a cut throat taunt in one fluid motion as she moves to the turnbuckle. She climbs to the top, using the cage to steady herself but makes no move to escape the cage. She wipes the blood from her mouth and SNAPS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A MOONSAULT!! NOO! Kailey is up! She knocks Kennedy’s legs out from under her, crotching her on the top rope! JH: Kailey, bloody face and all, is still fighting! TM: She could’ve seriously injured Kennedy there! JH: I’m guessing that was Kailey’s intent! Kailey climbs to the middle turnbuckle and grabs a fistful of Kennedy’s hair before SLAMMING HER FACE INTO THE CAGE! She throws Kennedy’s head from side to side, thrashing her against the steel and ramming her face into it! The crowd goes crazy but Kailey is paying them no mind. Her teeth clenched and her eyes glazed over, she repays Kennedy the favor! Until an errant back elbow from Kennedy catches Kailey in the mouth! JH: Ugh! Kennedy may have just saved herself with that move there. Kailey loses her balance and tumbles off the turnbuckle back down to the canvas! Kennedy holds onto the cage, trying to get her vision straight again. She cups her mouth as it pours even more blood and climbs off the turnbuckle. She steps back into the ring, spitting mouthful of blood aside as Kailey begins to recover from her fall. Kailey gets up to one knee and Kennedy springs to life! She sprints forward, leaps off Kailey’s knee and PLANTS HER OWN KNEE UPSIDE KAILEY’S HEAD!! TM: THE SHOT HEARD ‘ROUND THE WORLD! OLD SCHOOL SHINING WIZARD FROM KENNEDY! JH: WAIT A MINUTE! Kennedy’s got her a Triangle Choke! TM: NOT THE SHOT HEARD ‘ROUND THE WORLD! It’s the… WELCOME TO THE STRANGE!!! JH: Kennedy is utilizing one of Swytch’s submission moves! Kailey’s entire body goes rigid as she feels the life being choked out of her! Kennedy squeeze her legs around Kailey’s neck, pulling on her near arm. Kailey claws at the mat with her other hand, trying to turn her head to find the nearest set of ropes. RK gets down in her face, asking if she wants to quit. Kailey ignores his very existence and tries to kick her legs out at any nearby ropes to break up the submission! JH: Kennedy’s got that submission cinched in tight! Kailey’s fighting for everything she has left in her though! TM: She’s all tied up. Kennedy’s legs are locked around her neck. She’s got that arm locked up… oh, she’s got one free arm over there to tap. JH: Tapping doesn’t look to be on Kailey’s mind! Kailey’s kicking feet begin to die down as she starts to fade the lack of oxygen to her brain. RK grabs her free hand and lifts it into the air. He releases and… it drops the canvas. He lifts it up once more and releases… it drops again! He lifts her arm up once more and releases it… IT DROPS!!! And raises back up just before it hit’s the canvas! JH: Kailey’s still fighting! She’s not gonna give up! TM: There’s no where for her to go! She’s in the center of the ring! The crowd go crazy as life surges back through Kailey! KAY-LEE chants ring throughout the desert as Kailey begins kicking her legs and trying to scoot herself and Kennedy along the mat! Kennedy grits her teeth and screams out in frustration. Kailey turns her head and spots the ropes off to her left, desperately straining her arm to reach the bottom chord. JH: She’s almost there! Come on, Kailey! Her hand falls limp against the canvas, causing the crowd to cheer and chant harder for her. RK grabs her hand and lifts it into the air. He release her arm and it drops lifelessly back to the canvas. He signals the one and raises her arm back up. Upon releasing it, her arm once again falls back to the canvas! RK signals the two and once again raises her arm into the air. JH: Come on, Kailey! Fight through it! You’re almost to the ropes! The crowd’s cheers intensify and the chants are deafening as Richard Kelly releases her hand and…… IT FALLS BACK DOWN THE CANVAS!! The bells rings and crowd hush in complete disbelief. That last a mere moment before they drown out the reprise of “Living Dead Girl” with enraged boos and jeers. MA: Here is your winner… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! JH: I cannot believe it. TM: A total knock out! Both Kennedy and the finish! Richard Kelly jumps to pry Kennedy off of Kailey, which he manages to succeed in doing. Kennedy releases the hold and moves up to one knee, staring down at Kailey with a smirk on her face, entirely ignorant to the fact that the entire assembly of fans is booing the hell out of her. RK doesn’t even raise her hand, too busy checking on an unconscious Kailey. JH: I hope Kennedy’s happy with herself. She seems to be. TM: What is the matter, Jonathan? You’re blaming her for what? Winning the match? JH: I’m blaming her for the unnecessary violence she felt the need to use. TM: Well, we all go a little crazy sometimes. Kennedy climbs to her feet and makes her exit from the cage as the trainer runs down to get in and check on Kailey. Kennedy backs up the aisle way, wiping more blood off her satisfied smirk. She turns around to spot her mentor, Swytch, stood in the entranceway. His head is angled downward but his eyes are cast directly on her as she approaches him. JH: Kennedy is the victor, but I have never seen Kennedy in this frame of mind before! It’s actually frightening. TM: And you thought Swytch was bad. Get a look at FIW’s version of Bonnie and Clyde there. Kennedy meets Swytch at the entrance way, looking up into his eyes. Swytch moves in close to her lips, his tongue slipping through his black lips, the tip running along the trailing of blood coming down her bottom lip before their lips meet. JH: Ugh. That’s repulsive. TM: It’s not so… okay, yeah. I’m grossed out. First time ever that’s happened with Kennedy around. Kennedy spins around, grabbing Swytch’s arms as they drape around her. The twosome mirror the Summer of Sin poster as they watch the steel cage raise up from the ring, giving them a better view of Kennedy’s fallen opponent with sick grins on their faces. JH: I’m not saying Kennedy shouldn’t be proud of that victory over Kailey. Kailey is a tough opponent, she’s taken down men twice, triple her size. But I would’ve liked to see an actual contest. Not the bloodsport it turned into at the end. TM: Kailey started it by busting Kennedy open! JH: Kailey wasn’t intentionally trying to draw blood either! But regardless, Kennedy did pick up the victory but if you’ll notice, Kailey DID NOT tap out! She refused to give Kennedy the satisfaction. TM: So she took the pain until she tapped out? That’s pretty dumb. JH: That’s tough, Thomas! Kailey laid there and endured every second of that triangle choke and REFUSED to tap out to it! It’s that type of spirit that has made Kailey the woman she is today. Got her through a lot of tough times. And I’m betting she isn’t done with Kennedy. I’d put money on it! KR: Let's go to footage from earlier today... Backstage among the many cabins and trailors, the Slam! Behemoth is arriving. Harley is carrying a large sports bag, the strap slung over his shoulder. He turns a corner and is confronted by Slam! Interviewer/former wrestler, Hybrid. Harley: Hybrid. Hybrid: Harley. Harley: Something I can help you with? Hybrid: What are you doing here today? Harley: I'm an FIW contracted wrestler, why wouldn't I be here at this big event? Hybrid: Wrong answer. You're here to make some noise and create some problems for some people. Harley: Oh, I'll be out there later on. Hybrid: That's good to hear because somebody told me, that Matt Impact and Marc Malicious are here. You better make sure that your head is in the game. Harley: My head is just fine but I might just see those two boys later on. The two big men stand eye-to-eye for a moment before Hybrid backs off. He walks away, pointing at Manson and Harley heads off. KR: This upcoming match for the World Championship is perhaps the most important Slam! match since Hutch met Bill Kuriyama just a few short months ago. CM: This match means just as much, if Prime wins then he'll be going to TNT with the World Championship belt! KR: Hutch has to win here, he HAS to win. O Fortuna blasts over the PA, presenting a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. He poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… *BLAM!* The grinding hard rock of Princes of the Universe starts to slam over the PA as the arena lights give way to a spectacular and thundering pyro burst and celestial light show. Prime jogs out onto the stage all jacked and ready to destroy. He shouts to some aisle side fans and then bounds to a stop in the center of the stage. As soon as he stands before the capacity crowd, he reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. The moment he stiffens the felx a machine gun pyro effect pops all around him and consumes his body in smoke. Prime then burst from the smoke all pumped up and ready to go, spewing said smoke from his mouth ala Goldberg. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his “Prime pose” once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle. Because it's a PPV, Prime strides across the ring and leaps up onto the opposite turnbuckle to perform another "Prime Pose". This time around Prime pumps the crowd with shouting and pointing at himself ala Triple H. Prime then bounds off the turnbuckle and rolls his shoulders while walking back to his corner. He then bounces on the spot to warm up for the match. The lights in the arena dim suddenly, and a hush falls over the audience. Freddy Mercury's vocals fade in, as a gold spotlight races through the audience. [align=center]Tonight, I'm gonna have myself, a real good time, I feel ali-ii-ii-iive, And the wooooorld is turning inside ou-out, Yeah! I'm floating around, in ecstasy.......... So......[/align] At this point, golden sparks begin to fall from the rafters with a soft "Shhh", the initial stream timed perfectly with the next line. [align=center]Don't..... stop me now.... Don't stop me now..... Cause I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time![/align] Pyro cracks along the floor near the curtain, starting at the left and the right, and meeting in the middle. As they meet, a single huge explosion is let off, and the crowd cheer. [align=center]BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! BOOOM!!!![/align] As the smoke clears, Hutch can be seen in the smoke, jogging out onto the stage. He grins, and spins in a circle, holding his arms aloft. [align=center]I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping meeeeeeeeee![/align] Hutch struts down the aisle, slapping a few hands along the way, singing along to his music as he goes. As he goes, little golden sparklers fire up symmetrically out of some pyro contraptions along the entry way, only rising to about knee height. He pauses, grinning and pointing out to a "Hutch" sign in the audience, thumping his chest, before spinning around again in a circle. He reaches the ring and pauses, one foot on the apron, one arm holding the middle rope. He leans backward, and looks around again at the crowd, before letting out a "Woo!" and hauling himself up onto the apron. [align=center]I'm burning through the skies Yeah! Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm trav'ling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man of you [/align] Now in the ring, he hops up onto the second turnbuckle, and poses for the crowd, his arms outstretched, and his head tilted back. He grins, and the music fades out on the line: If you wanna have a good time just give me a call!, and Hutch thumps his chest once more, before sitting down, Raven style, awaiting the start of the match. CC: The following contest is our Slam! Main Event of the evening, scheduled for one fall and is for the FIW World Championship! Hutch cradles the World Championship in his arms as Prime stands, his focus staying right on that title belt. CC: Introducing first, he is the challenger here tonight. He hails from San Diego, California and weighs a grand total of 310 pounds...THIS IS PRRRIIIMMMMMEE! Prime steps forward, flexing those impressive muscles like only he can. The crowd is all over Prime, jeering him as the mighty specimen could not care less. CC: And his opponent... Already the cheers go up for Hutch! CC: He is the only man in the world to achieve the illustrious Grand Slam in the history of this brand! From Newcastle in England and weighing 210 pounds, he is YOUR FIW World Champion! HE IS HUUUUUTTTCCHHHH! The crowd roars in approval as Referee Tommy Owens takes the World Championship belt from Hutch. Charles Cruz exits the ring, Tommy shows Prime the belt and Prime looks down at it before the Slam! Senior Official holds it up for the crowd to see. Owens passes it out to the timekeeper's table as Prime begins to stretch and Hutch runs into the ropes. The bell sounds and the Summer of Sin World Championship match kicks off. CM: Here we go, I know Madison Lee will be watching this intently too because if Prime wins, he'll be on Throwdown next week. KR: Hutch has the backing of Slam!, no doubt. As soon as the bell sounds, Hutch sprints at Prime! Prime aims a right hand at Hutch's head but the World Champion ducks underneath! Hutch lands a kick to the stomach of Prime, that makes Prime's head lower slightly and Hutch grabs his hair with one hand as he pounds away at him with the other! Hard punches from Hutch all land on the face of Prime as Hutch has exploded out of the traps! KR: Hutch hardly ever punches but this just shows how much he wants to get at Prime! CM: These two have had a storied rivalry, ever since Prime announced at Anarchy in the UK that he was cashing this title shot in! Prime tries to push Hutch away from him and swings with a wild attempt but Hutch easily ducks underneath! Prime is peppered with more shots to his face, some even coming in from the left side. Prime is reeling already as Hutch stands his ground, Prime attempts a second wild swing and Hutch dodges it again! Hutch lands a CHOP to the chest and that only infuriates Prime! Prime grabs Hutch and slams a knee into him! Hutch is launched across the ring down to the mat! Prime wipes his face, perhaps signalling that the punches had little effect on him. CM: I like Prime, I like how dominating he is but I don't like this TNT link. KR: I don't think Madison Lee could turn down this opportunity when she heard Prime was on the table. Prime has hoisted Hutch up off the canvas. He takes him to a corner and slams Hutch's head into the top turnbuckle. Prime slaps Hutch across the face before whipping him across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Prime runs not far behind Hutch but the English superstar grabs the top rope to propel him back over the onrushing 'Excellence of Evolution'. Prime manages to catch himself before he smacks into the turnbuckle, he spins around and Hutch connects with a dropkick! Prime is sent sailing over the top rope! KR: Prime knocked over the top! CM: Hutch has to be resourceful here, moves like that will help him. Prime quickly gets back to his feet, he looks angry and kicks the barricade in frustration. In the ring, Hutch sprints at the ropes...BASEBALL SLIDE! PRIME NAILED IN THE MUSH! Prime is knocked back to the barricade and Hutch steps out onto the ring apron. He walks to the turnbuckle and climbs up it with his back to Prime. Hutch stands on the top rope, looks behind him to check where Prime is as the big man is recovering...MOONSAULT OFF THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE WIPES PRIME OUT! CM: Hutch takes to the air! KR: That high-risk move paid off for Slam!'s Grand Slam Winner! Hutch is already getting back up, he drops an elbow down on Prime as he does. Hutch slides into the ring, then exits the ring on the opposite side. Hutch goes to the Slam! Announce Desk and reaches underneath... KR: Hey! What are you doing? Hutch emerges carrying Kurt Royle's cowboy boot! Hutch returns to the ring just as Prime has rolled back into the ring. Prime is a little groggy as he gets back up to his feet...HUTCH NAILS PRIME IN THE HEAD WITH THE LEATHER COWBOY BOOT! Prime slumps down to the mat as Hutch tosses the boot outside of the ring back towards Royle. Hutch drops into the cover on Prime! KR: First cover of the match! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] CM: The first cover results in the first kick out of the match! Hutch wastes no time in pulling up Prime and taking him to a corner. Hutch rams Prime's head into the top turnbuckle before turning Prime around. Prime is whipped across the ring...Prime holds on to reverse! Hutch is shot out of a cannon into the turnbuckle! He staggers out completely out of it and Prime clotheslines him over the top rope! Hutch lands hard at ringside, slamming into the barricade and Prime looks down at the fallen Champion. Prime slowly steps through the ropes and stands on the apron for a moment before stepping down to the floor. CM: This is exactly the position Prime wants to be in. KR: That's right, Prime standing over a weakened Hutch. He grabs Hutch by the head and drags him up to his feet. Hutch is positioned upright and Prime just headbutts right through him, knocking Hutch down in the process. Prime grabs Hutch once more and this time rolls him back into the ring. Prime slowly walks back up the ringsteps and steps through the ropes back into the ring. Hutch is slowly getting back up to his feet and Prime rams an elbow down on the back of his head. Prime keeps Hutch upright, holding him by his hair before Prime just slugs him with a right hand to knock him back down. KR: Hutch won the World Championship at the last FIW Pay-Per-View in a triple threat match with then-Champion Jack Manson and Matt Impact. CM: That was to end Manson's record reign as World Champion and you can bet neither Manson or Impact were happy about that result. Prime scoops Hutch up off the canvas all the way up onto his right shoulder. He walks over to a corner and literally drops Hutch's head down on the top turnbuckle. Hutch's head snaps back and he is caught before going down to hit the mat. Prime holds him up, he then walks the World Champion to another corner. Prime throws Hutch into the corner and Hutch suddenly comes to life! He kicks away at Prime, trying to kick him away from him but Prime blocks a kick before lighting Hutch up with a CHOP of his own! Prime wraps his hands around Hutch's throat, choking the life out of him. Prime then opens him up, he sends in a few devastating knees to the gut. CM: Prime is being as dominating and as strong as he has ever been! KR: Prime has a good record recently on Pay-Per-Views, thinking about the Land of Opportunity Match and last PPV's Triple Threat Elimination match. CM: Both of which he won. A few more heavy knees go in, really squashing Hutch into the corner and creating multiple impact areas. Prime goes back to choking the life out of the World Champion. Referee Tommy Owens tries to separate the two but the strong man holds on tightly. Finally Prime releases it just as Owens was about to start his count, Hutch is allowed to stumble out of the corner and only then Prime takes advantage. He picks up Hutch from the side and holds him there for a second as Prime looks out at the capacity desert crowd...SIDEWALK SLAM! THE RING SHAKES AS PRIME DRIVES HUTCH DOWN TO THE MAT! KR: Sidewalk Slam by the 310-pounder. CM: Slammed with authority! Prime covers! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] CM: Hutch had enough to kick out! Prime stands up questioning the count and Tommy Owens shrugs his shoulders. Prime is having none of Owens' claim that it was a fair count and he stands over the match official very unhappy. Behind him, Hutch has scraped himself up off the canvas and he dropkicks Prime from behind! Prime knocks into the referee and Owens falls down! Prime turns around with a pissed off look across his face and nails Hutch with a clothesline. Prime then looks down at the referee, grabs the referee's belt buckle and unties it. He removes the ref's belt from his waist and holds it up high for the crowd to see. KR: Oh come on now! CM: The referee was knocked down by accident and Prime is going to use his belt as a weapon! Prime turns back to Hutch, who is conveniently down on the mat on his stomach. Hutch's back is facing Prime and the 'Evolution of Excellence' reaches down, grabs Hutch's t-shirt and rips it from his back! Hutch's bare flesh is exposed and PRIME WHIPS THE BELT DOWN ACROSS HUTCH'S EXPOSED BACK! Hutch howls in pain and PRIME LACES HIM WITH A SECOND BELT WHIP! CM: Whipping him a like a dog! KR: Prime has landed two shots already with that leather belt! Hutch tries to turn onto his stomach in an effort to block the incoming blows but Prime again highlights his strength by turning Hutch back over. HE LASHES HUTCH WITH THE BELT ONE MORE TIME! Prime reaches down, lifts Hutch's head up and wraps the belt around his throat! Prime pulls back on it, choking Hutch again! Prime even puts a foot down across the small of Hutch's back, increasing the pressure! Prime grabs Hutch by the head and with one hand he lifts him up to his feet. Prime, still with the belt around Hutch's throat...PRIME TOSSES HUTCH OVER THE TOP ROPE! HUTCH IS BEING HANGED! KR: He's hanging him! CM: Hang in there Hutch! HA HA! Hutch is sat on the ring apron, his legs kicking frantically as Prime pulls up on it. Prime wraps the belt around the middle rope, ties the belt on and then steps back. Referee Tommy Owens is stirring as Prime exits the ring next to Hutch. He drops down at ringside, Prime walks around the ringpost to the other side of the ring and removes somebody from their chair. Prime picks up the chair, folds it and brings it back to where Hutch is trying to untie himself. Hutch is on his knees on the apron, facing the ring ropes as both he and the referee are trying to remove the belt from the rope. PRIME SLAMS THE CHAIR INTO HUTCH'S BACK! KR: That's gotta be a disqualification! CM: Why? KR: He just hit Hutch in the back with a steel chair! Referee Tommy Owens declines to throw the match out, he admonishes Prime as the former Bodybuilder shrugs it off. Prime places the chair on the apron and then steps up onto the apron. Prime enters the ring, intimidating Owens immediately. Prime picks up the steel chair and holds it above his head. Hutch is fighting to get back up, he manages to get to his feet but PRIME NAILS HIM IN THE BACK WITH THE CHAIR ONE MORE TIME! HUTCH SLUMPS DOWN TO THE CANVAS, LIFELESS! KR: Tommy Owens letting this one go! CM: I've got respect for that, we want to see who the better man is! Prime signals for Hutch to get back up as the World Champion slides across the mat trying to reach the ropes. Hutch pulls himself up using the ropes and motions for Prime to get him some! Prime walks forward, raises the chair up and brings it down crashing onto Hutch...Hutch drops to the mat! THE CHAIR HITS THE TOP ROPE AND REBOUNDS BACK INTO PRIME'S FACE! CM: It backfired! KR: I don't know if Hutch ducked or he collapsed! Hutch picks up the chair! The crowd roar! Prime is on his knees as Hutch raises the chair above his head...LOW BLOW! PRIME CATCHES HUTCH WITH A LOW BLOW! Prime slowly makes it back up to his feet, taking the time to taunt the live audience. Prime then picks Hutch up, he sets him against the ropes and irish whips him to the other side. Hutch rebounds off the ropes and Prime is waiting...HUTCH IS LIFTED UP WITH EASE INTO A GORILLA PRESS! PRIME LIFTS HIM UP AND DOWN FOR A MOMENT BEFORE DROPPING HIM STRAIGHT SOUTH! KR: Prime is without a doubt the strongest man on the roster. CM: Showing it right there! Prime rolls Hutch over with the tip of his boot and drops into a cover! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: Hutch is showing some of that famous resiliency. Prime stands up and stands back in a corner. He is considering his strategy as Hutch shows fight to start getting back up. Hutch turns around into a hard right hand from Prime to knock him back down. Hutch gets right back up and gets hammered one more time. Hutch pulls himself up off the canvas and Prime runs through him with a shoulder block, knocking Hutch through the ropes to the outside. CM: Don't get them near us! Prime pulls Hutch up, slams a knee deep into his gut before looking out at the rabid crowd. Prime claps his arms around Hutch and flips him over...OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX AND HUTCH IS SENT CRASHING THROUGH THE SLAM! ANNOUNCE TABLE! CM: OH MY! KR: HUTCH'S BODY THROUGH OUR TABLE! Prime stands over Hutch's prone body, he kicks away a monitor as referee Tommy Owens checks on the World Champion. Prime grabs the World Championship belt from the announce table and slides back into the ring. He places the World Championship belt on his shoulder and poses for the jeering crowd as Hutch is being helped up to his feet. Hutch scrambles out of the wreckage but he can hardly stand, he crawls across to ring apron as Prime tosses the belt aside. Prime reaches through the ropes to grab him by the hair but Hutch has reached under the ring for A FIRE EXTINGUISHER! HE SETS IT OFF IN PRIME'S FACE! KR: Hutch used the fire extinguisher! He has a chance! Prime staggers back into the middle of the ring holding his face! Hutch slides into the ring, a renewed vigour in him! Prime is swinging wildly as Hutch gets up to his feet, Hutch ducks a wild swing and CHOP'S Prime in the chiselled chest! Hutch backs Prime into the ropes with a succession of forearm shots! He goes for an irish whip but Prime holds on and reverses! Hutch is shot into the ropes but he rebounds off into a DIVING LARIAT! KR: Down goes Prime! CM: I can't believe I'm seeing this! Hutch rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. He goes to the timekeeper's table and picks up the ring bell! Hutch brings it back into the ring, he measures Prime and HE NAILS PRIME WITH THE BELL! DING! CM: He rung Prime's bell! KR: TNT is a distant afterthought now! Hutch tosses the bell out of the ring among shouts of "Cover Him!" by the crowd! Hutch exits onto the apron and scales up a turnbuckle. He looks out at the crowd before LAUNCHING OFF INTO AN ELBOW DROP! HUTCH LANDS IT PERFECTLY INTO THE HEART OF PRIME! KR: Hutch is going to retain his title now! Hutch signals for the Slice of Fried Gold to the fans, he then turns around and is shocked to see Prime starting to get back up. Hutch walks towards Prime and PRIME EXPLODES AT HUTCH WITH HIS 'KISS THIS' LARIAT! CM: Kiss This! Hutch is dragged back up to his feet, he is irish whipped into the ropes and Hutch comes back off into a POWERSLAM! Prime roars and he gives the signal for it all to come to an end. Prime picks Hutch up, he grabs Hutch for the Authority Bomb! He lifts Hutch up...HUTCH ESCAPES! Hutch lands on his feet and Prime runs at him for a second Kiss This...HUTCH DUCKS! HUTCH RUSN AT PRIME AND HITS A RUNNING ENZIGURI! CRACK! KR: Did you hear that?! CM: Hutch's boot cracking off the back of Prime's head and the big man is down! Hutch goes up top for a second time. He looks down at Prime before jumping off the turnbuckle...LEG DROP! HUTCH'S RIGHT LEG DROPPING DOWN ACROSS PRIME'S THROAT! Hutch goes to a corner and soaks in the cheers of the audience! He turns around to find Prime trying desperately to get back up to his feet. Prime makes it up and Hutch goes for it...SLICE OF FRIED GO-NOOOOOO! PRIME SPINS HUTCH AROUND AND BLASTS THE WORLD CHAMP WITH A BACK ELBOW! KR: Prime has the advantage back! Prime pulls Hutch up off the canvas, dragging him up by an arm like a big grizzly bear. Prime goes to whip Hutch into a turnbuckle but Hutch reverses! Hutch pauses for a moment to catch his breath before he sprints at Prime...PRIME PULLS THE REFEREE IN FRONT OF HIM! HUTCH SQUASHES THE REFEREE AGAINST PRIME! Prime pushes the referee away from him but Hutch is ready...SLICE OF FRIED GOLD! KR: YES! HE HIT IT! CM: MAKE THE PIN! KR: THERE'S NO REFEREE! Hutch is down making the cover and he looks around to see Tommy Owens down! Hutch is cursing his luck as the General Manager sprints to the ring! Orion slides in! The crowd cheer! KR: Orion has the authority to make the count! Orion slides into the ring and...DRAGS HUTCH UP TO HIS FEET! ORION GOES BEHIND THE WORLD CHAMPION...ORACLE SLAM! CM: ORION?! KR: WHAT HAS HE DONE???? CM: HE'S TURNCOATED BACK TO TNT! KR: THE BASTARD! ORION GLARES DOWN AT HUTCH, POINTING TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AND PRIME IS GETTING BACK UP TOO...ORACLE SMASH! ORION KNOCKS PRIME INTO NEXT WEEK! KR: WHAT THE HELL???? CM: HE'S KNOCKED OUT BOTH PRIME AND HUTCH! ORION LOOKS OUT AT THE CROWD, HE THEN REACHES DOWN AND PULLS...HUTCH'S ARM OVER PRIME'S CHEST! TOMMY OWENS CRAWLS OVER TO MAKE THE COUNT! KR: COUNT IT OWENS YOU BEAUTY! CM: HUTCH IS GOING TO RETAIN! SLAM! IS GOING RETAIN! [align=center]1! MATT IMPACT AND HIS NEW MANAGER MARC MALICIOUS RUNNING DOWN TO RINGSIDE! 2! IMPACT REACHES UNDER THE ROPES AND TRIPS ORION! ORION FALLS ON THE REFEREE! STOPPING THE COUNT![/align] CM: MATT?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! KR: HE'S COST HUTCH THE MATCH! Impact and Malicious drag Orion out of the ring, they whip him into the steel steps and begin to kick away at him! Orion is pulled up and Malicious irish whips him into a Matt Impact clothesline! In the ring Tommy Owens is hurt! HARLEY MANSON RUNS DOWN! MALICIOUS SEES HIM COMING, HIM AND IMPACT MAKE A HASTY EXIT! THEY ESCAPE INTO THE CROWD AND THE SLAM! BEHEMOTH FOLLOWS THEM OUT INTO THE PEOPLE! KR: We've got Orion down at ringside! Impact and Malicious being chased by Harley Manson! This is breaking down! CM: And there's still a World Title match happening! Orion has been left at ringside but hurt as Prime is stirring. Hutch is also using the ropes to pull himself up. Hutch is up on his feet first and sprints at Prime...PRIME CATCHES HOLD OF HIM! KR: OH NO! CM: NOT THIS! PRIME LIFTS HUTCH INTO THE AIR AND RAMS HIM DOWN INTO THE MAT! AUTHORITY BOMB! PRIME MAKES THE PIN AND HOOKS THE FAR LEG! KR: IT'S ACADEMIC NOW! [align=center]1! 2! ORION DESPERATELY TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE RING BUT HE'S TOO LATE! 3![/align] CC: Here is your winner and NEW FIW WORLD CHAMPION...PRIME! KR: Hutch has lost the World Championship! CM: Slam! has lost the World Championship. Prime will be your new Champion on Tuesday nights. KR: I can't believe it. Orion holds his head in his hands as Tommy Owens is handed the World Championship belt through the ropes and he in turn passes it onto it's new owner...Prime! Prime's Agent Jesse Jaymes comes down to the ring and she raises the arm of the new Champion. KR: This is the blackest day in Slam! history. Prime continues to celebrate as Orion walks to the back and Hutch jogs after him, asking just what the hell happened! Orion shrugs him off and Hutch follows him to the back. Prime then exits the ring too, his title belt on his shoulder. The screen comes alive with an image from this past week’s TNT. Tier raises his hand toward Sam, curling it into a clawed grip in the air. Sam begins trembling, her face going shades of red and blue. [align=center]THE IMMORTAL ETERNAL RED HAS RETURNED[/align] 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!! LOOK AT HER FACE, THOMAS!! LOOK AT HER!!! HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING… 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. [align=center]BUT WHAT HAS BROUGHT HIM BACK?[/align] 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!?!? [align=center]ALSO![/align] Swytch jumps to his feet, sending his chair flying back in the process. Ragin’ mirrors Swytch, getting to his feet a split second after the champion. He places both palms on the table and leans forward, his eyes burning with intensity when Swytch looks in his direction. [align=center]WHO IS THE DUAL CROWN CHAMPION? 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JH: It’s been one hell of a show here in the desert and we’ve got the match-up of match-ups to close the show off. TM: Yes we do and it’s going to be brutal to say the least. In one corner there’s the former Slam MVP, former World Heavyweight Champion, the Master of Rage, the King of Kings. JH: And in the other corner we have the craziest man to set foot in the FIW. He’s a former Ultimate Endurance Champion, he’s a man reborn thanks to Kennedy, and he’s the Dual Crown Champion. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!! It will be contested under HARDCORE rules! Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to emit over the PA system as darkness encloses the arena. The Tron shows the familiar static that’s starts the opening of Ragin’s video. Beneath the shadows of the dark, figures walk out into the arena and begin to align themselves on sides of the floor between the entranceway and ring. MA: Introducing first, standing at 6 feet and 3 inches and weighing 277 pounds, he hails from Bogorodskoye, Russia, the challenger… RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGIIIIINNNNNN!!!! An eerie red mist starts to spray out from the sides of the entrance, slowly and shortly at first but getting longer so that the eye candy kneeling all the way to the ring in various positions of ‘worship’ can be made out. The words ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say’ are followed by drums that announce the first spark of explosions all around. Gold flows down around the Tron and barely visible amongst the smoke Ragin’ and Natalya stand near the entrance. Two spotlights beam down from either side of the arena, weaving and dancing as they follow the movement of the Russians JH: Ragin’ as always is accompanied by the fanfare. TM: I think he’s trying to overcompensate for something. JH: Like what? TM: Small penis, lack of skill, low IQ, who knows? They walk through the mist, passing by near each young woman, mini explosions accompanying the passing of each scantily-clad young lady. Once they reach the ring there is one final explosion that heralds the end of the darkness and the lights going back up. The unnamed women depart silently with no fanfare and Ragin’ hauls himself up to the turnbuckle, with Natalya walking to the steps. He walks along the apron, the top rope slipping through an opened fist and he ascends to a position on the turnbuckle. Natalya steps into the ring and flaunts her assets to the watching fans. Meanwhile, Ragin’ raises his arms into the air, a half smile spreading across his face, his dead eyes staring out across the assembled audience. He drops to the mat and walks to Natalya, they talk briefly as he takes his shirt off and hurls it toward one section of fans who scramble to grab it. Natalya slips out of the ring and Ragin’ flexes and twists his muscles before the match. JH: As usual, Natalya will be at ringside for this match. TM: Let me guess, you think she’s going to play a part in this match in Ragin’s favor. JH: When doesn’t she? TM: Good point. [align=center]The 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 entry way as smoke starts to pour out and the beat of drums and hum of guitars picks up. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a figure seems to rise up through the smoke off to the side of the entrance way, to the opening tune of Rob Zombie’s “Return of the Phantom Stranger”. He’s quickly revealed to be Swytch. 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] MA: And introducing the champion. He stands at 6 feet and 1 inch and weighs 230 pounds. Hailing from Odessa, Texas, he is your DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… HE… IS… SSSSSSSWWWWWWWWYYYYYYYYTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCHHHHHH!! [align=center]Once the lift brings him fully level with the floor, Swytch takes off towards the ring, wading through the smoke. 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 aisle to the ring, clinging desperately to his Dual Crown belts. Reaching the ring, he climbs the steps then walks along the apron to the corner where he climbs to the second turnbuckle. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle, his eyes constantly moving. 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 to the referee and grudgingly relinquishes the title belts as the haunting rhythms of ‘Phantom Stranger’ fade out.[/align] JH: The sun has gone down here in the desert and the air is getting cooler, but I have the feeling things are seriously going to heat up. TM: That’s an understatement. These two are gonna rip each other apart and tear the house down. Tony Clarke holds the titles up, showing them to Swytch, Ragin’, and then the crowd. Natalya is yelling some last minute strategy to Ragin’ who is eyeballing the champion. Tony Clarke hands the belts off to the timekeeper. He calls for the bell… [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] JH: This match is under way. TM: Swytch and Ragin’ are circling the ring and the intensity in their eyes is almost frightening. JH: The look in Swytch’s eyes is ALWAYS frightening. Both men lunge into the center of the ring for a tie-up. Collars and elbows are grasped and Swytch drives his boot into Ragin’s midsection! The Russian doubles over and Swytch follows with a club to the back and another to the neck. He grabs Ragin’ by the neck and drags him across the ring, SLAMMING his face into the turnbuckle. Swytch tosses Ragin’ into the turnbuckles and fires a back elbow into his face. He backs out of the corner, sizes Ragin’ up, then lunges in and drives his knee into Ragin’s gut. The former World Heavyweight Champion slumps back against the turnbuckles as Swytch drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring. JH: The champ is taking it to the challenger early on here. TM: I think he’s looking to take advantage of his, uh, early advantage. Swytch is out on the floor and he’s digging under the ring. An aluminum trash can flies through the air into the ring, followed by a bundle of Singapore canes. The crowd is a mix of boos and cheers as Swytch continues to load the ring up with weapons, traffic signs, chairs, a length of chain, cookie sheets, trash can lids, broom handles, a shovel, and a cardboard box he slides under the bottom rope. TM: He’s just brought in everything but the kitchen sink. JH: I wouldn’t be surprised if he found one of those under the ring too. Swytch slides in under the bottom rope, grabbing one of the broom handles as he gets to his feet. He walks toward Ragin’ who fires out of the corner and drives his boot into Swytch’s ribs. The champ drops his weapon and goes down to a knee after a stiff right hand from the challenger. Ragin’ grabs a bright orange construction sign AND BLASTS SWYTCH OVER THE HEAD WITH IT!! JH: Vicious, er, sign shot, by Ragin’. He has the champ down on the canvas in the early goings here. Ragin’ drives a boot to Swytch’s chest, another to the ribs, and a third to the chest. He grabs the length of chain in the ring, dropping to his knees and uses it to CHOKE SWYTCH!! The champion grabs at the chain, kicking his legs against the canvas while Ragin’ chokes the life out of him. JH: The rules, or lack there of, may favor Swytch most of the time, but you’ve got to believe that this match suits Ragin’ just fine as well. TM: For now, yes, but when Swytch reaches the breaking point, there’s no telling what he’ll pull out in a match like this. Ragin’ pulls the chain away, getting to his feet and driving another hard boot into Swytch’s body. He tosses the chain down then backs into the ropes, springing off them and snapping a leg drop across Swytch’s throat. Swytch rolls away while Ragin’ gets to his feet. The Russian stalks his way over to Swytch, grabbing him by the hair and pull him up to his knees only to get smacked in the gut with a speed limit sign. Ragin’ doubles over giving Swytch time to get to his feet. He grabs Ragin around the neck and drives his knee into the challenger’s sternum. JH: Ragin’ had Swytch on the edge for a few minutes there, but Swytch has managed to battle his way back. TM: With the arsenal in the ring, it only takes one second to get yourself back into the match. Swytch is going to take advantage of every piece of weaponry in there tonight and whatever he can get his hands on outside of the ring too. Swytch finds the cardboard box he slid into the ring earlier, pulling it open and reaching inside. He digs around for a second then finds something he likes. Ragin’ gets vertical again, but Swytch is right there, driving something into Ragin’s forehead. He backs Ragin’ into the turnbuckles, Ragin’ screaming out in pain as Swytch… JH: Is he…? TM: HE’S RAKING A CHEESE GRATER ACROSS RAGIN’S FOREHEAD!! JH: That is SICK!! Swytch yells out above the crowd noise, digging in harder with the cheese grater. Ragin’ flails his arms, trying to throws Swytch back, but the champion hangs on relentlessly, grinding away at the meat on Ragin’s face. He finally pulls the kitchen utensil away, stepping back and letting the Russian fall to his knees in the corner. Swytch tosses the grater into the amped crowd, grinning from ear to ear. TM: Some lucky fan just got a weapon used in an official TNT match and as a bonus, they got some Russian forehead chunks with it. JH: That’s disgusting, Thomas. TM: Hey, that stuff will probably go for a hundred bucks an ounce on eBay. JH: You’re seriously disturbed and anybody who bought another human being’s flesh over the internet is just as messed up as you. Ragin’ drags himself over toward the ropes, leaning out under the bottom one. Natalya comes over to check on her comrade, lifting his face and revealing the crimson slick covering his face. She winces at the sight as Ragin’ tries to get out of the ring. Swytch grabs two baking tins from the canvas and walks towards Ragin’. Natalya hops onto the apron, holding her hands out in front of her trying to keep Swytch away. He takes one look at the valet THEN BLASTS HER OVER THE HEAD WITH ONE OF THE TINS!! Natalya drops off the apron and crashes into the fan barricades. JH: Oh my God! He just assaulted Natalya! TM: She should know by now not to get that close when a hardcore match is taking place. JH: It’s not like she got hit accidentally. Swytch was aiming for her. He was TRYING to hit her. TM: And he did, so good job to Swytch. Swytch leans over the top rope as Ragin’ tries to pull himself up AND SMACKS THE OTHER TIN OFF RAGIN’S BLEEDING FACE!! Ragin’ falls backward and slides out of the ring to the floor. JH: Ragin’ is out of it. The blood is just pouring out of those wounds on his forehead. You can’t even see his face anymore. TM: And he just got smacked in the face with a baking sheet. That couldn’t have felt good. JH: I’m sure that’s the least of his worries right now. He’s on the floor and Swytch is coming out after him. Swytch grabs Ragin’ around the head and drags him toward the entrance way. Swytch drags Ragin’ over toward one of the aisle way lights THEN SLAMS RAGIN’ FACE FIRST AGAINST THE GLASS COVERING!! The white light turns a shade of red as Ragin’s blood smears across the surface. JH: Did you see that? Swytch just shoved Ragin’s head into one of those small spotlights. TM: Those things get pretty damn hot, I bet if you were close enough you could hear Ragin’s blood sizzling on the glass. JH: Have you been hanging around Swytch or something? You’re almost as bad as he is. TM: No, but I wish I was. Then I’d get to spend some time with Kennedy. Swytch walks back to the ring, throwing up the skirt and digging underneath it. He grabs a ladder and pulls it out while Ragin’ crawls his way back down the aisle way. Swytch tosses the ladder into the ring then turns back toward Ragin’. He takes a couple steps up the aisle and Ragin’ meets him with a hard right hand to the jaw. JH: It looks like Ragin’ may be catching a second wind here. TM: I’m sure the smell of his own skin burning against that spotlight woke him up. Another stiff right hand backs Swytch into the side of the ring. Ragin’ nails him with an elbow to the side of the head that rocks the champ. Ragin’ stumbles over to the spotlight and drives his boot into the side of it, knocking it off it’s bracket. He grabs the light THEN THROWS IT AT SWYTCH!! The champ staggers into the ring from the impact, the light hitting the floor and the glass busting everywhere. JH: HOLY HELL!! TM: That’ll be coming out of his paycheck for sure. I hope Dr. Shultz has something to say about the destruction of FIW property. JH: Who cares about that! That thing has to weigh a hundred pounds and Swytch took it right in the arm and shoulder. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was broken. Ragin’ grabs the busted light and SLAMS IT INTO SWYTCH’S GUT!! The champ drops to his knees, leaning back against the ring post. Ragin’ drops to a knee, hunched over the light, blood drizzling from the wounds in his forehead. JH: The blood loss is taking a toll on the challenger. He has a lot of fight in him now, but how much longer will Ragin’ be able to hang on? TM: Not much longer the way he’s bleeding and if Swytch has any say in it, Ragin’ will be bleeding a whole lot more before the night is through. Ragin’ gets back to his feet, hefting the light up AND THROWING IT AT SWYTCH!! The champ JUST ducks out of the way as the light clangs against the ring post. Ragin’ falls to his knees again, the effort from slinging the light around getting to him. JH: Swytch was lucky there, if that had connected he may be looking at broken ribs or even worse if that caught him in the head. TM: But he managed to get out of the way and now Ragin’ is sucking wind on the floor. The Russian leans against the side of the ring, trying to build up his energy. He wipes away the thick layer of blood from his face and looks up just as Swytch comes around the corner. Ragin’ throws his arm up JUST IN TIME TO BLOCK THE INCOMING LIGHT TUBE FROM SHATTERING ON HIS FACE!! TM: He may have saved his face from that light tube, but now he’s got bits of glass sticking in his forearm. Swytch grabs Ragin’ and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope. Ragin’ gets to his hands and knees, crawling across the canvas as Swytch slides into the ring. The champ grabs a broomstick, getting to his feet and moving around Ragin’ THEN HAMMERING IT DOWN ACROSS RAGIN’S BACK!! Ragin’ arches his back in pain, sitting up on his knees AND TAKES A BROOMSTICK SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! Immediately his hands go to the assaulted area as he falls to the mat. JH: This is just getting BRUTAL! Swytch laid a broomstick shot across Ragin’s kidneys and then followed up with one to the back of the skull. TM: Ragin’ll be pissing blood after that blow, that’s for sure. Swytch kicks Ragin’ over onto his back and drops down for a cover. Tony Clarke hits the mat immediately to count the pin… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!![/align] JH: Ragin’ kicked out!! Only a two count for the champ. Ragin’ isn’t going to be put away that easily. He’s got a lot riding on this match. TM: Pffft. He’s got nothing. If he loses he’ll be right back where he was before the match, just another Slam reject trying to make a name for himself over here with the real athletes. JH: But if he wins, he would be the first person ever to hold the top title from both brands and that would put him in a class by himself. Swytch shoves Ragin’ away and gets to his feet. He looks around grabbing the steel chair nearby. Swytch turns around AND GETS BLASTED WITH A RIGHT HAND!! The champ staggers back into the ropes and off them and GETS LEVELED WITH A LARIAT!! JH: LAAAAAAARRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOHHHH!! Swytch rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and down to the floor. Ragin’ kicks the chair out of the ring and slips through the middle and top rope, dropping to the floor as well. Swytch drags himself over toward the ring steps and starts to pull himself up onto the apron. Ragin’ grabs the chair on the floor AND BELTS SWYTCH ACROSS THE BACK WITH IT!! JH: VICIOUS chair shot from Ragin’ right across the back and shoulders of Swytch. TM: The same shoulder that he hit with that light earlier. I think he’s trying to hurt Swytch. JH: Would you blame him? He had his forehead turned into processed meat patty with that cheese grater. Swytch tries again to get to his feet BUT RAGIN’ LAMBASTES HIM WITH THE CHAIR OVER THE HEAD!! Swytch crumples to the floor in a heap as Ragin’ stumbles around at ringside. He throws up the ring apron and pulls out another trashcan. Swytch pulls himself to his feet with the fan barricade. Ragin’ swings around and jams the trashcan over the champs head then goes around into a rear waist lock AND THROWS SWYTCH OVER WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!! The trashcan lands on end with Swytch sticking out the top of it before it teeters over. JH: GEEEEEEERRRRRRMMMMMAAAANNNNUUUGGGHHHHH!! TM: Swytch landed on his head…INSIDE THE TRASHCAN! Ragin’ grabs Swytch, trashcan still planted firmly over his torso, and rolls him into the ring. He throws up the ring skirt again, digging under the ring and pulling out a sledgehammer. Ragin’ gives the crowd a bloody grin before sliding into the ring. JH: We have an update for you fan. Earlier in the match, Natalya was attacked by Swytch… TM: She had her lights put out. JH: Thank you, Thomas. Anyways, she was helped to the back and received some medical attention. It appears she suffered a mild concussion and should be ok. TM: That’s just wonderful. JH: Your sarcasm is duly noted. Swytch blindly drags himself to the nearest corner, sitting back in it as he tries to pry the compacted trashcan off his body. Ragin’ gets to his feet, armed with his sledgehammer. He looks to the corner where Swytch is then runs in AND TAKES A GOLF SWING WITH THE SLEDGEHAMMER RIGHT INTO THE TRASHCAN!! JH: OH MY GOD!! The trashcan folds in on itself, trapping Swytch in it even more than before. Ragin’ lifts the sledgehammer high over his head THEN BRINGS IT DOWN ON THE TOP OF THE TRASHCAN AND SWYTCH’S HEAD!! JH: Ragin’ has lost his mind!! There’s a human being in there! He’s trying to kill Swytch!! TM: That’s about the only good thing he’s done since he’s been here. At least Kennedy will be single again. Think she’d go out with me? JH: What’s the matter with you? TM: I’m a perfectly normal red blooded American, I’ll have you know. Ragin’ pulls the sledgehammer away, the trashcan splitting down the seam and the bottom caved in. He grabs the busted part of the trashcan and rips it open the rest of the way, ripping the gnarled metal off Swytch. JH: Ragin’s returned the favor. There’s blood just running down Swytch’s face from somewhere on his head. With Swytch bleeding in the corner, Ragin’ sifts through the contents of the cardboard box and pulls out a…STAPLE GUN!! He stalks over to the corner where Swytch is, grabbing the champ around the head. Ragin’ looks down at Swytch’s gushing head wound THEN FIRES A STAPLE RIGHT INTO IT!! JH: OH MY GOD! HE JUST STAPLED SWYTCH’S HEAD!! TM: Ok now that was pretty gross. He did it right in the open wound too. JH: Pretty gross? Just wait until Swytch has to have that dug out of his skull. Ragin’ pulls Swytch into a front face lock and drags him around the ring right in front of a chair laying on the canvas. He holds the champ there, blood running over Swytch’s face and onto the chair THEN SNAPS SWYTCH DOWN WITH A DDT!! JH: DDT onto that steel chair and that staple just got buried even further into Swytch’s head. Ragin’ rolls Swytch over AND FIRES ANOTHER STAPLE INTO THE MAN’S HEAD!! Ragin’ gets to his feet and boots Swytch in the face. He grabs the chair off the canvas THEN BRINGS IT DOWN ON SWYTCH’S CRANIUM!! JH: Ragin’ is just laying waste to the champion right now. TM: He’s had Swytch down for a while now and bleeding like a stuck pig. Look at the canvas, it’s covered in both their blood. Ragin’ looks down at Swytch, chair in his hands then throws down into Swytch’s painted face. Ragin’ hauls Swytch back up to his feet and drags him by the neck to the nearest corner. He pounds Swytch’s head into the turnbuckle then starts dragging his face along the top cord. Swytch tries to fight back, but Ragin’ forces the champ’s throat across the top rope and uses it to choke the man. JH: Ragin’ was using the ropes to open Swytch’s cut even further. TM: And when Swytch fought back he decided to choke the man instead. JH: It’s simple, but effective. He’s had the champ down for this long, he’s not going to give Swytch the chance to come back now. Ragin’ drags Swytch’s face along the rope into the next corner. He pulls the champ’s head back AND SLAMS IT…NO!! Swytch fires an elbow into Ragin’s gut, and another, and another, and another!! JH: It looks like Swytch found that opening. TM: Ragin’ left himself wide open for it too. Swytch grabs Ragin’ by the neck and slams his head into the turnbuckle. He turns Ragin’ around in the corner then drives his knee into the Russian’s stomach, slumping Ragin’ in the corner. Swytch staggers across the ring to the other side. He picks up the ladder lying on the canvas, getting a good grip on it then runs toward the corner AND RAMS THE END OF THE LADDER INTO RAGIN’S STOMACH!! JH: Swytch brought the ladder into the ring early on but just now found a use for it. TM: I think he’s found plenty of use for it. What the hell is he doing? With Ragin’ slumped against the turnbuckles, Swytch takes the ladder and jams the end of it into Ragin’s stomach even harder. Swytch walks away from the corner, the ladder butted up against Ragin’. He circles around to the opposite corner of the ring then runs across, using the ladder as a ramp AND SPRINGS UP DRIVING HIS KNEE INTO RAGIN’S FACE THEN WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND RAGIN’S HEAD!! JH: WELCOME TO THE STRANGE!! Swytch has the triangle choke locked in!! TM: Oh man, look at the blood gushing out of Ragin’s forehead. That’s just nasty. If Swytch squeezes any harder he’s liable to spray the fans in the front row with Ragin’s blood. Ragin’ clings desperately to the top ropes, trying to keep himself from going to the mat. Swytch squeezes relentlessly on Ragin’s head, trying to choke the man out. Tony Clarke is in the thick of it all, asking Ragin’ if he gives up, but Ragin’ manages a gurgled “no” as an answer. JH: Swytch is choking the life out of Ragin’ and he’s refusing to quit! TM: He can quit now or pass out later. Swytch is trying to pop Ragin’s fucking head off and I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually did it. Ragin’ lifts Swytch up, pulling on his vest, then runs out of the corner AND POWERBOMBS SWYTCH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!! JH: RAGIN’ COUNTERED WITH A POWERBOMB!! He just drove the champ down into canvas! TM: He’s holding on for the cover! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOO!![/align] TM: KICKOUT!! THE CHAMP KICKED OUT!! JH: Ragin’ can’t believe it. I can’t believe it. TM: He just didn’t have the power behind it. He was in that triangle choke for a long time. Ragin’ wipes the blood from his face and looks around the ring. He pulls the box over and digs through it, pulling out a canvas bag, a bottle of lighter fluid, another canvas bag, and a small ring of barbed wire! TM: I have a pretty good idea what’s in one of those bags, but I’m curious about what’s in the other. JH: I think Ragin’ is a little more preoccupied with that lighter fluid right now. Ragin’ grabs the front of Swytch’s SWAT vest and rips it open down the zipper. He grabs the lighter fluid and starts spraying it all over Swytch! The champion flails his arms in an attempt to stop the spray, but Ragin’ continues to empty the bottle on Swytch’s prone form. JH: He’s not going to do this? He’s not going set a living person on fire…is he?! TM: I think he is, Jonathan, and I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s a desperate man and desperate men do desperate things. This man is obsessed with winning the Dual Crown, whether he admits it or not, it’s the one thing that could save his illustrious career from swirling down the toilet like so many others. Ragin’ tosses the empty bottle out of the ring. He looks out at the crowd, a far off look in his eyes, a sickening grin on his face. He digs into his pants and pulls out a silver lighter. JH: Don’t do this, Ragin’! You don’t have to do this! TM: For once I agree with you. This is just too far. Ragin’ flips the lighter open, rolls his thumb over it AND DROPS IT ON SWYTCH!! FLAMES RISE INSTANTLY, ENGULFING SWYTCH!! JH: JESUS CHRIST!! SOMEBODY PUT HIM OUT!! SOMEBODY CALL NIIIIIIINE OOOOONNNEE OOOOOOOONNNEEE!! Swytch’s burning form rolls out of the ring to the floor. He rolls around on the protective mats, trying to squelch the flames. One of the ring monkeys steps in when Swytch gets too close to the fan barricade and douses him with a bottle of water. Swytch crawls across the floor, smoke rising off his burned clothes. He gets to his feet, pulling his vest off completely. Swytch’s arms are slightly burned, his face is streaked in black and white. TM: Thank God for the ring monkeys. JH: Thank God the flames didn’t reach his face. Swytch might have had to go back to the mask. Ragin’ glares from the middle turnbuckle down at his opponent, grinning at Swytch. Ragin’ calls Swytch back into the ring, beckoning the champion to join him. Swytch snarls at his challenger then rushes the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Ragin’ is right there, stomping away at the back of Swytch’s head and neck. JH: Not very smart by the champion. Ragin’ called him back into the ring and Swytch went for it. Now he’s getting the back of his head kicked in. Ragin’ grabs Swytch around the head and pulls him to a vertical base. He hooks Swytch in an inverted front face lock and lifts him vertically. Ragin’ holds Swytch in the air, walking around in a small circle THEN DROPS DOWN LANDING SWYTCH’S BACK ACROSS HIS KNEE!! JH: Backbreaker suuuuplllleeexxxxxuuuugggghhh!! TM: Did you see Swytch’s back snap over Ragin’s knee? The impact nearly bent Swytch completely in half the wrong way. Ragin’ shoves Swytch’s limp body off his knee. He gets to his feet and searches the littered ring. Ragin’ grabs the ring of barbed wire and stalks his way back to Swytch. He grabs Swytch around the head and pulls him to his feet. Ragin’ clubs his forearm down on Swytch’s shoulder and grinds it into the burned flesh. JH: Ragin’ is rubbing that burned flesh, trying to scrape it right off Swytch’s shoulder. TM: If nothing else, it’s gotta hurt like hell. Swytch fires a back elbow into Ragin’s ribs. He follows with a stiff punch to Ragin’s gut. Swytch shoves Ragin’ back and gets to his feet. He grabs the ring of barbed wire just as Ragin’ runs back at him. Swytch tosses the barbed wire into Ragin’s face then leaps up AND KICKS RAGIN’ RIGHT IN THE FACE!! JH: GAAAAAAMMMMMMEEEEENNNNGGGGIIIIIRRRRRRIIIIIIII!! TM: SIIIIIICK!! Swytch just kicked that barbed wire right into Ragin’s face!! Ragin’ pulls the barbed wire off his face, the barbs ripping at his flesh. Swytch gets to his feet and runs at Ragin’ DRIVING HIS FOOT INTO THE MAN’S RIBS!! Swytch rips the barbed wire from Ragin’s hands, grabbing the man around the throat and pulling him into a sitting position. Swytch: YOU WANNA BE KING?! YOU WANNA BE THE KING, RAGIN’?! Swytch slams the ring of barbs onto Ragin’s head. He grinds the barbs into the shredded forehead of Ragin’, digging them deeper into his flesh and opening the wounds more. Swytch throws Ragin’ back against the bottom rope, letting his limp body lean there. Swytch drops to his knees, holding his arms out to his sides. Swytch: ALL HAIL THE KING!! He leaps to his feet and runs across the ring, bouncing himself off the ropes and back across the ring THEN DROPKICKS RAGIN’ IN THE FACE!! Swytch gets to his feet and grabs one of the canvas bags. He rips the top open and turns it over, spilling thousands of tiny silver objects over the canvas. JH: Swytch just crowned Ragin’ as king… TM: And now he’s gonna shower the king in silver! Swytch throws the empty back in Ragin’s face. He grabs the Russian around the neck and pulls him to his feet. Swytch pulls Ragin’ into a double underhook, then yells out to the crowd AND GETS BACKDROPPED RIGHT ONTO THE THUMBTACKS!! Swytch writhes in the tacks, burying even more of them into his flesh. Ragin’ gets to his knees, trying to pry the crown of barbs off his head. Swytch sits up in the tacks, his eyes wide and glassy. He gets to his feet, looking down at the thumbtacks and little dots of red covering his body. JH: Swytch went for the Misery Chord in the thumbtacks, but Ragin’ countered it with a backdrop. TM: Now look at Ragin’. He’s trying to take his crown off. How disrespectful is that? Swytch gave him a gift. Swytch grabs the other bag in the ring. He rips the top of it open, reaching inside with a sadistic grin on his face. He thrusts the bag covered arm into the air, the fans looking on in confusion. Ragin’ finally gets to his feet, blood spilling down his face and body. Swytch brings his arm back down and rips the bag off, revealing a fistful of RAZOR WIRE!! JH: OH MY GOD!! HE’S GOT RAZOR WIRE!! OH DEAR GOD HE’S GOT RAZOR WIRE!! TM: Ragin’ should be thankful he didn’t get crowned with that. It coulda cut the top of his head off. Swytch uncoils the razor wire AND STARTS WRAPPING IT AROUND UPPER BODY!! The wire instantly cuts into his flesh, blood spilling down his torso. He heads for the turnbuckles, ascending them quickly. Ragin’ uses the ropes to steady himself before staggering into the center of the ring. He turns around just as Swytch leaps off the turnbuckle, twisting in midair AND LANDING A CROSS BODY RIGHT ON RAGIN’!! His flesh is sliced open on impact, Swytch’s wounds opening deeper. Both men tumble to the canvas in a heap. JH: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!! TM: Swytch just sacrificed his own flesh!! He told Ragin’, his flesh for Ragin’s, his blood for Ragin’s!! He meant it!! Swytch rips his body off Ragin’s bloody carcass. Ragin’ lays in a puddle of his and Swytch’s blood. Swytch is on his feet, his entire upper body slicked with the crimson fluid. Swytch looks down at Ragin’, a twisted grin on his face and he starts dancing in the blood!! JH: HE’S FUCKING INSANE!! HE’S OUT OF HIS GOD DAMNED MIND!! TM: This isn’t exactly news, Jonathan. Swytch hasn’t given us any indication in the couple years he’s been here that he’s remotely sane. Swytch throws his arms out to his sides, throwing his head back and screams at the top of his lungs. Swytch pulls Ragin’ to a vertical base, nearly slipping in the thick pool of blood. He pulls Ragin’ into an inverted front face lock, rubbing Ragin’s face in the razors. Ragin’ twists around and shoves Swytch back into the ropes. Swytch bounces back right into a boot to the gut. Ragin’ goes into a standing head scissor and wraps his arms around Swytch’s razor wire covered body. He hoists the champion onto his shoulders. JH: Ragin’ has the champion set up. He could be one Feature Remover away from becoming the new Dual Crown Champion!! Ragin’ pushes Swytch up by the seat of his britches but Swytch swings his legs around and slides down Ragin’s back. He grabs an inverted front face lock THEN SNAPS BACK DRILLING RAGIN’S HEAD INTO THE THUMBTACK COVERED CANVAS!! Swytch sprawls his wire covered body over Ragin’s and hooks the leg… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! DING!! DING!! DING!![/align] JH: IT’S OVER!! SWYTCH PINNED RAGIN’!! TM: Mercifully it’s finally over. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and STILL DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… SSSSWWWWWYYYYYYYTTTTTTCCCCCCCHHHHHHH!! Swytch untangles his body from Ragin’s, dropping to his knees spent and bleeding. ‘Phantom Stranger’ plays over the speakers. Tony Clarke retrieves Swytch’s belts, handing them over to the bloodied man. Swytch takes hold of his belts as TC raises his hand in victory. JH: Three TNT titles changed hands tonight folks, but Swytch still holds the biggest prize in the business. TM: And he will stop at nothing to keep those belts. Look at the price he paid tonight. JH: Join us on June 20th for our next TNT. You wouldn’t dare miss it!! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Aug 16 2006, 06:07 AM Post #8 |
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Quick Results: Grudge Match Toan def. Jack Manson via submission FIW Tag Team Championship Carl Lucas & the skull cowboy def. the Funky Bunch (Extreme Ninja #2 & Alex Evans) when cowboy pinned Alex after Smarty forced Ninja to abandon him Slam! International Championship Xtreme Kitten def. Kiyoshi Nakahata via pinfall to retain his championship Impromptu FIW Cruiserweight Championship Extreme Ninja #2 def. April Lynn via pinfall after Smarty Smark interference to win the championship Fighting Spirit Championship Flaming Motorcycle Deathmatch Graver def. Rob Storm via knock-out to reclaim the Fighting Spirit Championship Tactical Chaos Championship Last Man Standing Ahriman def. Lance Evers via ten-count to win the championship Ultimate Endurance Championship Remy Barteaux def. Dante Coles via knock-out to win the championship Grudge Match Tomoko Onamari def. Sean Madrox via pinfall Steel Cage Match Kennedy def. Kailey Lane via technical knock-out FIW World Championship Prime def. Hutch via pinfall to win the championship Dual Crown Championship Hardcore Rules Swytch def. Ragin' via pinfall to retain his championship |
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