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| Slam! On Monday; 19th June 2006 | |
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| Craig | Jun 19 2006, 09:57 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/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! [align=center]Well here's another one (WHAT!) In the gutter one (WHAT!) Ghetto runnin em Troblesome extra double double I come to beat em The beat em and mistreat em So what if that I'm cheating. Every one wanna sound grimey. Imma show you how come on (ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!)[/align] Nightmare finally scores a STUNNING right hand to Carl’s temple, and the silent giant looks to be on dream street as his eyes flutter! Nightmare snares him up, moving around him into a pump handle slam position! He I-M-P-O-S-S-I-B-L-Y pulls Carl upward and THROWS him right back down, SPIKING HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!! [align=center]Yeaah, ohh yeaah! YEAH! That's how we gotta be so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that Think about playin russian roulette with an atuomatic rifle My ass against the line blast bullets first On Line[/align] IMPACT IS CLOSE TO FALLING OFF, HE REGAINS HIS BALANCE BY GRABBING THE LADDER IN FRONT OF HIS CHEST! IMPACT STANDS UP STRAIGHT AND SWINGS BUT MANSON DODGES IT AND HE CLASPS A HAND AROUND IMPACT'S THROAT! MANSON SHOVES HIM OFF BACKWARDS OFF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE PYRAMID OF TABLES BEHIND HIM! MANSON RETAINS THE TITLE! [align=center]Toughest step and a rep and a run packin a weapon its wild Peace to the brothers on Rycher's Isle Pumping up a trebble and didn't like he's criminally in buck my eye, Oh my god I'm so high Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what does it take to make you get Making million children SLAM! Slam![/align] Oldriod comes to the outside, he grabs his World Championship belt and the ring bell. Orion brings both items back into the ring, he drops the title belt near a corner and then places the ring bell carefully. He grabs Ragin's legs and sets him up for a reverse figure four, Orion then pulls the Master of the Rage up into a crouching position...999 CHRISTIAN DDT!!!! RAGIN'S FACE CANNONS INTO THE RING BELL!!!! [align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/align] Sean slides back into the ring and Lance comes from behind and he drives down an elbow drop and Sean laid out stomach down. Sean crawls and he gets up to his feet and Lance swings him around and he kicks in the midsection and Sean doubles over. Lance backs up and he goes to charge at Sean and Sean goes to deliver a SUPERKICK, BUT LANCE DUCKS IN PURE INSTINCT AND SEAN TURNS AROUND RIGHT INTO THE STRIKE!!! CM: What the hell just happened?!? DV: The match is over? Sean is on the canvas breathing hard as Johnson raises the hand of Evers awarding him the victor of the match and Sean can’t believe his eyes. Sean gets up and he tries to plead his case, but Johnson doesn’t want any of it as he awards Evers the Tactical Chaos Championship and Sean is still bewildered. Sean looks at Shauna and he is blows steam as he hits Evers over the back of the head knocking down the newly crowned Champion. [align=center]SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Make noise b-boys![/align] Impact charges at Manson with a clothesline, but Manson ducks and takes him down with a DDT! Manson comes off the ropes and jumps up, dropping a huge elbow into the chest of Impact! Manson looks around at the crowd, who are giving out a mixed reaction as hutch isn't currently involved, and lets out a huge roar! He grabs Impact in a face lock and prepares to deliver Pain! DV: Manson setting up pain! If he hits it it’s over! But no! Impact manages to swiftly knee Manson in the gut! he hoists Manson on to his shoulders, and spins him around delivering the Head On Collision! He makes the cover! [align=center]I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (Ooohh) Slickly swift blast of the ghastly stashin fashion Then I provide I provide the you was cheat. Beside the getto Vibe Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE I come across with no fear For sure![/align] Jack and Nightmare take turns blasting Matt with shots until Ahriman gets into the ring, smacking Nightmare in the side of the head with the point of his elbow, then hits Jack with a boot to the gut and a sharp DDT! Matt staggers back as Ahriman seems to be taking over, he looks down at Brad Guinup who has finally gotten to his feet, Brad rushes over to Harley Manson and forearms him off the apron and into the safety rail, but when he turns around Ahriman inexplicably catches him in a front waistlock and belly-to-belly suplexes him over the top rope AND THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE TABLE AT RINGSIDE! The bell rings as Matt looks absolutely confused, as do Harley Manson and Nightmare. [align=center]Un-adult un-rated un-conformed Digusted, busted you wanna touch it. To hot! You forgot, you're not ready You're head could get ruptered. Hit between the eye I planned the plan alive I'm the plonic sonic UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS[/align] Logan moves to interrupt the assault, but just as he goes to grab ahold of Orion’s arm, the ECC stops and ducks forward, nicking Carl’s arm and grabbing his leg, WRENCHING THE MAN-GIANT OVERHEAD IN THE SLOPPIEST DAMN ANGLE SLAM YOU’VE EVER SEEN!!! [align=center]The villian (JUU), crooks (UUU),hot midas in confide us. See the big black picture if you look inside of My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic So kill the copy cat because it's al mastered Directin' it When y`all least expected it And thought it was safe ONYX hit you in the face so[/align] Orion Oldriod is sat at his desk, he looks up to see the camera approaching and the Slam! General Manager welcomes his audience. He spins his laptop around and we zoom in on the Slam logo! [align=center] [/align]'Slam!' by Onyx continues to blare into the arena as the crowd get pumped up! At the announce desk Kurt Royle, Chip Martin and Dean Venchenzo are all ready to call the action! KR: Welcome to Slam! On Monday from Las Vegas once again! CM: And this is a black day in the history of Slam!. KR: Prime has won the World Championship and will defect to TNT tomorrow night on Tuesday Night Throwdown live from Seattle! CM: But tonight he's here in Vegas to appear on Orion's 'Fountain of the Oracle'. KR: And looking up at the ring, this is going to kick off our show! This is unpredictable TV folks, I wasn't expecting this later on! Sirens begin to wail in the arena and the opening line to Motorhead’s ‘King of Kings’ is heard… [align=center] Behold the King, the King of Kings! ![]() On your knees dog, All hail![/align] The fans react in a mixed response as Lemmy Kilmister encourages the fans to bow down to the Slam! General Manager. 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod emerges from the entrance wearing his black Armani suit and a dark blue power tie. He stands in the centre of the staging, looking out at the capacity crowd before looking at the solid gold Rolex watch around his wrist and placing his hands on his hips normally leads to a subtle smirk on Orion's face but tonight he looks a little worried. [align=center] Bow down to the, bow down to the King! Bow down to the, bow down to the King! Bow down to the, bow down to the King![/align] ’The Oracle’ heads down the entrance ramp towards the bottom of the ramp shaking hands with a few of the fans. Orion walks around ringside to the steel steps. Oldriod walks up the steps and enters into the ring. The Slam! GM walks across to the opposite side of the squared circle where he stands in the centre of the ring, raising his arms in the air and gold coloured fireworks shoot up from all four corners! The pyro dies down, the music fades out and the lights return to normal as Charles Cruz prepares to make his announcement. CC: Please welcome Slam! General Manager...ORION OLDRIOD! Orion walks around the stone Fountain in the centre of the ring but before he is able to speak... CM: Is this the new World Champion? 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… KR: This is the man who defeated Hutch at Summer of Sin to earn that World Championship after a host of interference. CM: Which included Orion too! The grinding hard rock of Princes of the Universe starts to bellow over the PA as the arena lights give way to a spectacular pyro burst and celestial light show. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung and the World Championship belt fastened tightly around his waist. A 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. 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. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his General Manager the while 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 and turns to face Oldriod. CM: I have to admit, Prime looks great wearing the World Championship. Prime picks up a microphone from the chair marked 'Guest' and removes the belt from around his waist. He places it over his shoulder as he waits for Orion to speak. Orion: Prime. Welcome back to Slam! as the new World Champion. Prime: And I bet you can't stand that can you? Actually, I know you can't because you were the one out in the ring in the middle of desert hitting me in the face with a superkick! Orion raises his eyebrows and shrugs. Prime: You can rest easy at night, I'm not going to knock you out. It all worked out for the Evolution of Excellence! I am the NEW World Champion and I will be the one going to sign on TNT for a handsome sum. KR: Prime has not been quiet about this, he has come out week after week and claimed this would happen. CM: So it's not like Orion didn't have warning, why didn't he do something about this?! Prime: Tomorrow night LIVE on FX and on Sky Sports, I will exclusively sign to compete on TNT and you can kiss my ass Oldriod! These Slam! fans can kiss my ass! Those wrestlers in the back can all kiss my ass! I am the best in the world today and it's because of you I'm leaving Slam!. Orion: My fault? Prime: You didn't give me the opportunities that I deserve. You held me down, you kept me back from becoming the World Champion a long time ago and I had to earn my title shot with a Land Of Opportunity contract. So when Madison Lee called me, I couldn't resist taking up the offer of a real General Manager. 'The Oracle' smirks a little, drawing puzzled looks from Prime. Prime pushes him in the chest, demanding to know what Oldriod is smirking about. Prime: What you looking like that for, huh? I'll slap that look off your face! I'll do it, just ask Hutch! Orion: You know Prime, that's very interesting. Prime: What is? Come on! Tell me! Orion: A few things strike me about this situation. The first is Jesse Jaymes. Where is she? Orion leans against the ropes as Prime frowns. Prime: Jesse is already on her way to Seattle, she's looking over that fat TNT contract as we speak. The Slam! GM sits down on the chair marked 'Host' while Prime continues to stand, his arms now folded across his chest. Orion: I understand. The second thing is that I happen to have inside information about your TNT Contract. The only reason that you're getting that fat contract with all the zero's alongside a dollar sign is that you are the World Champion. Madison Lee could not resist bringing the leader of Slam! to her show and crippling the competition. Prime: So what?! You talk a lot of crap Oldriod. Don't stand there looking at me on your high horse, you went to TNT too! KR: That's true, he did wrestle on TNT for around two months before being persuaded back by money. Orion: I'm not saying that I'm whiter than white. What I am saying is that you're preaching about opportunities. Well, I've got an opportunity for you Prime right here tonight. Prime: I'm not listening to you Orion, there is nothing you have to say that I'm interested in. Orion: That doesn't surprise me. But this you really should hear. Prime motions for Orion to keep talking then. Orion: We both know that you're TNT Contract begins tomorrow night when you sign in front of the world. But that means tonight, you're still a contracted Slam! wrestler. Earlier this week I spoke to our CEO Dr. Schultz and he has sanctioned me 1 match with 1 opponent without any stipulations for the World Championship! As Oldriod was saying that last sentence, Prime was increasingly getting angry! Prime storms up to Orion, grabbing him by the jacket and lifting the General Manager out of his seat! CM: Prime will compete tonight?! Prime: You've got me in a match tonight?! THIS IS BULLSHIT! I AIN'T WRESTLING TONIGHT! Orion: Oh, you will wrestle tonight! Otherwise I have the authority to strip you of the FIW World Championship TONIGHT! TNT won't want to know you without that belt and we both know it! Prime does not look happy, in fact he looks PISSED OFF! He SLAPS Orion in the face! Prime: If I've got to defend my title...WHO THE HELL AM I WRESTLING???? Orion is holding his face as he stands up to go face-to-face with the 'Evolution of Excellence'. Orion: You'll find out just like everybody else, when the match starts! Prime: NOT GOOD ENOUGH! Prime turns around and kicks over Orion's chairs! Orion quickly exits the ring as Prime shows his herculean strength to push over the stone 'Fountain' statue with a CRASH! Prime spins around looking for Orion but the Slam! General Manager has already left the ring and is making his way up the ramp to the back. KR: Prime has to defend the World Championship tonight in this ring! CM: But against who?! We don't even know! Prime doesn't even know! KR: Well there's a lot of great competitors not booked tonight! How about Lance Evers, Harley Manson, Xtreme Kitten, Kiyoshi Nakahata, Hutch, Tomoko Onamari and Sean Madrox! It could be any one of them or even Orion himself! [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] KR: Wow big announcements here to start off Slam!, but we must… The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a red spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to boo for the two time former champ, self proclaimed King of Slam!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact with his King of Slam! robe, crown, and scepter as the crowd go up in even more boos. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] KR: What in the hell is this? CM: It’s the King of Slam! Kurt, get ready to bow down. KR: And look behind him, it’s that “Dark Prophet” Marc Malicious. Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd. Matt just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he points to the ropes of the ring and forces ring announcer Charles Cruz to open the ropes between the top and middle into the ring, and as he does so, Matt walks up the steel steps to get into the ring and with ease goes over the middle rope into the ring. [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his scepter into his chest as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle. He does the exact same thing on the other two turnbuckles, before hoping to the middle of the ring as the lights come back on in the arena and he goes over to the side grabbing and mic and getting ready in the middle of the ring, bring the mic up to his mouth. Impact: It seems that recently, I’ve been given credit for something I had no affiliation with... Impact is interrupted by the crowd who chants together in unison. [align=center]Traitor! Traitor! Traitor![/align] Impact: It seems you’ve all slated me as Slam!’s damn traitor, who pretty much sealed the deal to send the FIW World Championship to TNT. Well that is damn wrong and you all know it! Jeers from the live and intense crowd in the MGM Grand here on Slam!. KR: No Matt, they are damn right! CM: Shut it Kurt. Impact: It was all our General Manager’s fault, Orion Oldriod. He was the first to come out and interfere in the match, and had he not, neither would have I. Orion came out and disrupted his own damn main event at Summer of Sin, something no GM should do, and he knows it too! He proved that, by coming out here just before and announcing that damn match-up later tonight with Prime defending the belt in it. He’s trying to fix up his own screw up, by putting this match tonight, and to make matters worse, yet again he places the King of Slam!, in a damn match against Nightmare, Extreme Chaos Rules no less. The crowd pops at that as they want to see Impact get his ass handed to him tonight. Impact: Instead, Orion should do the right thing to fix up his mistakes and place me, Matt Impact in that match against Prime tonight, and I will be damn well happy enough to take the title off Prime’s hands, if not, Orion is just making matter worse by sending Prime over to Tuesday Night Throwdown tomorrow night, with a win on his hands against a so called “Slam! Main Eventer”. In fact, I have a good feeling Orion will be doing the exact opposite I want, so no point in arguing, but when Prime man handles one of Slam!’s chumps backstage and takes the belt over to TNT, I’ll be the first one to congratulate Prime for sticking it to Orion Oldriod, because I could damn well care less where that belt goes, as long as Orion has shit on his face at the end of the day, like he deserves I’m happy. Impact laughs as Marc Malicious stands tall in the corner against the turnbuckles wearing all black with his hood up but on his head so you can see his face as he cracks a grin, but the crowd on the other hand jeer. Impact: See, I have a bad feeling about the next few weeks of Slam!, not only do I feel the darkest day in the history of Slam! coming tonight, when Prime takes the title to TNT because Orion will refuse to chose Matt Impact as the person to stop him, but I also feel that quite soon, Slam! will be in such a dangerous state, that it will be only a matter of time before I along with “The Dark Prophet” have this brand in the palm of our hands. The day of Slam!’s Armageddon is near, and thy prophet and king will be forced to redeem Slam!’s creditability by remaking it from the ground up. Ha, ha, ha, quite soon my peons I will finally have a throne to rule, and thy prophet will finally be at one with his servants. Evil will be unleashed, forces will be made, and the wrestling world will be brought to a new era it has never witness before. Damnation to all of you! Damnation! So sayeth... the king! Malicious's soft voice is heard despite there being no microphone near him throughout the MGM Grand. Malicious: So sayeth, the prophet! The evil laughs of Malicious and Impact are heard loudly throughout the MGM Grand as the crowd’s boos try to drown them out but fail as the two back out of the ring and make their way slowly back up and out through the curtains to the back. CM: Damnation to you Kurt! KR: Screw you Chip, you think if Malicious and Impact take over Slam!, and that is of course hypothetically speaking, you think they’d care about a piece of crap T.V. announcer like you? CM: Doesn’t matter, all that matters is Matt Impact and Marc Malicious are going to unleash an evil force on Slam! and before you know it they will gain all the power in the wrestling word! CC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a 30-minute time limit. As soon as the introduction to "Beautiful Disgrace" by Orgy comes in, the lights go off and Tara's logo can be seen on titantron, with famous clips from Tara's former matches being shown inside the logo, only and just darkness outside of it. I see the real you You put me in my place Close to perfection You're out of control; you're out of control! With the music getting a bit quicker now, the logo has taken the entire titantron, and is continuing to show random clips. Soon it just shows Tara just holding up former championships that she had held in the past, and the lights begin to flicker with a blue shade. The entire crowd boos as they see the mist rising up at the stage, with it rising up towards the rafters. Pardon me I feel the need to scream I'm ill stuck in the chemical abyss I'm gripping at the walls around me CC: Introducing first, from San Antonio, Texas, she is the Frozen Phoenix… TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Coming slowly out from the mist now is the one and only, Frozen Phoenix, Tara. Her lips show a cocky smirk. Through the sunglasses are confident and cocky eyes; filled with greed... reflections of the ring can be seen off the sunglasses. She reaches her arms down and unfastens the trench coat from herself, and pushes the trench coat back a bit. One arm is lifted up into the air, as the crowd boos even more now. Her right index finger is extended out in the air, letting the fans know that she is one of a kind. Pardon me if I was laughing at the crimes I was laughing at the way you lie Tell me why All my lies come down to this! Her arm lowers, as she starts making her way down the ramp a little ways, while looking out at the fans. The lights have gone somewhat back to normal, as the mist begins to disperse out. She lifts her right hand up again, while her left is on her hip and removes the sunglasses. With a devilish grin coming over her face, and her seductive eyes, she looks right at the camera. Taking her time, she places the sunglasses on one of the pockets of her bulletproof vest. The crowd starts chanting "Slut" out at her, but she ignores the remarks of the crowd and continues her way down to the ring. She hurries her way down the ramp and slides inside the ring. 'Cause I don't need friends who try to wrap me up in red tape Get 'em off my back they're dead weight In case you didn't catch my signs the first time let me tell you again As soon as she's inside the ring, she raises her arms in the air and jumps up to the second turnbuckle at the nearest turnbuckle. A devilish grin is still on her face while the crowd is booing her, as she raises her arms in the air. After a few moments, she spins 180 degrees off of the turnbuckle, landing on the mat. She paces herself slowly inside the ring while waiting for the bell to sound. 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... [align=center]MENS SANA IN CORPORE SANO[/align] CC: And her opponent, from Birmingham, Alabama, weighing in tonight at 245lbs, he is your Tactical Chaos Champion, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHRIIIIIIIIIMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!! 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 signals him, he allows the coat to drop from his shoulders onto the floor. Ahriman stands glorious for a few seconds then begins his walk down the ramp, 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 the start of the match. The Senior Official, Tommy Owens, makes his final checks for foreign objects before calling for the bell. Ahriman looks down his nose at his opponent and laughs, and motions for her to come at him. Tara opens up using some of her martial arts background to smash his side with a flurry of middle kicks. Ahriman seems totally unfazed and blasts her with the Memento Mori, a sidekick of his own that sends her down. She tries to crawl back to her feet, but takes a knee to the gut and gets sent off the ropes, back into Ahriman’s shoulder and an early cover: [align=center]One! Two!! Kick Out!!![/align] KR: Still too early for that. CM: Seemed like Ahriman could take it right there though. Ahriman wastes no time going back on the offensive, lifting Tara up for the Two Hand Choke Bomb; Tara’s quick to it though and flicks him down with a Hurricanrana, hooking the leg… [align=center]One! Two!! Almost Snatches It![/align] Alas, Ahriman kicks out with what can only be described as Authority, which sends her flying across the ring once again; despite this she sprints in and pushes the TCC back with a dropkick and then a Satellite Headscissors sends him sliding out of the ring and into the steel guardrail. The crowd get a round of claps going for the tope, but she blows them off after starting her run up, and stops halfway. Desperate to get some damage done though, she throws herself at Ahriman with a Plancha. Once again, she flips off the fans and slides back in… KR: This cannot be good. CM: Say hello to the guardrail, Tara. Man, she should have stayed home today KR: This is just sickening. He’s just hurled her by the ankle onto the railing, and… Oh no… Ahriman keeps bringing the pain, clubbing away at her back, while she’s slung over the rail, as Tommy Owens starts his 10 count. Ahriman rolls in and out to break it at 7, then climbs over and drops her to the concrete floor of the MGM Grand Garden Arena with a DDT and a sickening thud. The bloodthirsty crowd cheers Ahriman and the small cut he’s opened up on Tara’s forehead as he drags her back to the ring at 8. First thing he does upon his return is a lateral press. [align=center]One! Two!! Thre-No!!![/align] Slightly irritated by the fact that she kicked out, Ahriman grabs her by the throat for another attempt at the Double Handed Choke Bomb, but once more Tara tries to ‘rana out of it; blocked! CM: Blammo!!! Planted with a Powerbomb! KR: As much as she needs a lesson in humility, this is not the way. Does he really need a third go at the Choke Bomb? CM: Does Ahriman need to do anything? It’s like Harley Manson; are you actually going to take the risk of trying to stop these men? It’s that spirit of wanton destruction that makes Slam! Funny Chip should mention Harley Manson, because the Behemoth is, as far as we can tell, taking an interest in the match; watching a monitor in the back, with his arms folded. He does seem to like the sight of Tara finally getting properly planted with the Choke Bomb, which Ahriman has been determined to hit all night. This is followed up with a torturous looking Boston Crab. CM: See? It’s not all mindless brutality from the newly crowned TCC. There’s a technical side to him as well. He’s left it just a little too close to the ropes, leaving Tara a short crawl before the break. Ahriman drags her up by the hair, licking some of the blood and shuddering in pleasure from its sweet taste. Tara manages to take the advantage from this rather twisted distraction with a small package! [align=center]One! Two!! I doubt it!!![/align] She rolls away, hoping to catch him off guard and rocks his cranium with a Super Kick, before trying to take him down with the Ice Breaker! Ahriman’s having none of it and, as she runs up the turnbuckle, sends her crashing down with a Reverse DDT at a ridiculous angle. KR: Someone please, end this now! CM: Aren’t you enjoying this mouthy witch getting her comeuppance? KR: Not like this. Finally Ahriman decides that the time is right, and hauls up in the front face-lock, chanting some Latin that the commentators struggle to translate, not that it’s meaning is too important, the arcane words proving to be the signal for the Doombolt. The Tactical Chaos Champion rolls her over for the now academic… [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] Requiem For a Tower comes on and Ahriman rolls away before Tommy Owens can raise his hand in victory. Owens doesn’t press the issue, instead calling to the back for some medical attention. Ahriman walks back up the aisle, arms raised, enjoying the moment, before heading into the crowd. Road Agents come out to check on Tara as the commentators discuss the match CM: A dominating display there from the Third Tactical Chaos Champion. KR: Unnecessarily brutal, I’d call it. It’s good to see her back on her feet though, even if the ring attendants have to help her to stand. CM: [laughing hysterically] I don’t think that they can help that much, Ahriman’s back! With a chair! The bell rings and rings and rings, but nothing seems to be able to prevent Ahriman laying a post match beat down on Tara with a chair; blasting her skull, then dropping another Doombolt onto the cold steel. Taken by surprise, Tommy Owens eventually manages to restrain Ahriman, with some help from the ring crew, dragging him back as a stretcher comes out to take Tara into hospital. KR: We're sending it backstage now to our broadcast colleague, Emma Parr. Standing by in the interview area are Slam! Interviewer Emma Parr and the Slam! Behemoth Harley Manson. Manson towers over Emma as she addresses the Behemoth. Harley is wearing black jeans and a leather jacket without a shirt underneath, his slightly pale bare flesh visible through his unzipped jacket and of course, his mask. Parr: Harley, you have requested this interview time. What is this all about? Harley: Emma, I made myself a promise a long time ago that I would be the best, I would be the standard bearer and the critics would have to set the bar just a little higher to incorporate me. Last week in the deserts of Las Vegas, I wasn't on the Summer of Sin card. I didn't bitch and moan about it like Matt Impact, I ain't going to start complaining about it now. What I am saying is that I'll be making my own impact on Slam! in the coming weeks. Parr: How do you plan on doing that? Harley: There is only one, just one true way that I can make the dent into Slam! that will never be forgotten and that is by winning a Championship. Parr: We saw you watching the Tactical Chaos Champion in action earlier against Tara, is this the Championship you have chosen to covet? Harley: I'll give Ahriman credit where it's due. He beat Lance Evers in a very brutal Last Man Standing match only eight days ago. He could be a challenger for the World Championship one day. But let’s not worry about that day, let’s worry about this day, my day and on my day I will strike you down out of anger and furious vengeance! I will be a Champion here on Slam! in the very near future and that is a not a promise or a guarantee...it's the truth... Harley is about to continue but he stops. He looks beyond the camera as footsteps approach. The footsteps belong to the Slam! General Manager, Orion Oldriod. 'The Oracle' approaches the Behemoth and has his arms up in the air to signal that he is coming in peace. Orion: I hear you're looking for a title shot? Well as you well know Harley, I'm the man who can grant you that request. I'll take it under consideration. Harley: Hold on right there. I don't want a title shot just handed to me, given to me by a former wrestler in a neat suit. I will earn my title shot. Orion: I understand. Oldriod walks away, turning his back to the Slam! Behemoth as he does and we now follow the Slam! GM. Orion heads into his office, stopping outside as he notices that the door is slightly ajar. Oldriod pushes the door open to find Sean Madrox sat on Oldriod's desk. Orion: Can I help you? Madrox: Just came to make sure that you make the right decision. You've got Prime defending his World Title tonight in the Main Event and there is only one true Main Event player on this roster...that's ME! 'The Oracle' folds his arms across his chest. Orion: Is that a fact? Sean jumps off the desk and the two old opponents stand face-to-face. Madrox: That's right. If you really want that World Title to stay here on Slam!, then you need to pick me to take on Prime. It's the only way you can be sure of a win for Prime's opponent. Orion: As it happens Sean, Prime's opponent has already been chosen and it's not you. But thanks for the offer. Madrox: I just hope you don't regret your choice and since it's not 'Mr. Phenomenal', you haven't got a chance. Madrox shakes his head as he walks out of the office, leaving Orion to smile to himself. He's obviously confident with his World Championship challenger. As we go back to ringside. KR: Orion has chosen the World Title Challenger and Harley Manson is after earning a title shot. CM: That's the big news coming from backstage. Charles Cruz: This following match is scheduled for one fall! [align=center] "I've felt the hate rise up in me... Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves... I wander out where you can't see... Inside my shell, I wait and bleed... " "Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot hits the speakers as T-Bird comes out from the back almost crawling. Her hair is pulled up into a tight pony tail with a lime green ribbon. She wears a white Soaring Eagle t-shirt that is very loose on her body. She is also wearing a pair of baggy black jeans. Paint covers all of her face and her arms also. She reaches the end of the stage boucing but getting down on her knees. "GOODBYE!" Charles Cruz: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, this is… T-BIRD!!! Red pryo hits all around her as she pops out of it landing not to far away. T-Bird throws her arms up getting the fans to cheer even louder than they are now. Some go to their feet as she takes her dash down the ramp letting her hair down and throwing the ribbon into the crowd. A few people fight over it but the others just keep cheering as she slides into the ring sitting up on her knees throwing her arms up. "I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time Everything is 3D blasphemy My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up This is not the way I pictured me I CAN'T CONTROL MY SHAKES!..." T-Bird gets up on her feeting running over to the turnbuckle and stepping up. She grabs the edges of her Soaring Eagle shirt throwing it off into the crowd letting the fans fight over it again. She is left with just her black bikini top and her body painted the same as her face and arms. She jumps off heading to the opposite turnbuckle and greets the fans over there. Hopping off of there she bounces a little bit getting ready for her match to come.[/align] KR: T-Bird looking very focused, ready for her match, and to face off against… Charles Cruz: And her opponent… The sound of guitars fill the arena as the lights go down and white strobe lights illuminate the outer portion of the stage. Korn’s, Coming Undone begins to rattle through the arena as smoke pours over the entrance. [align=center] Keep holding on When my brain's tickin' like a bomb Guess the black thoughts have come again to get me Sweet bitter words Unlike nothing I have heard Sing along mocking bird You don't affect me That's right Deliverance of my heart Be straight Be deliberate[/align] Red strobe lights now begin to flash around the gorilla position and several thunderous explosions burst up from either side. [align=center] WAIT I'm coming undone UNLACED I'm coming undone TOO LATE I'm coming undone What looks so strong So delicate WAIT I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone What looks so strong So delicate[/align] Suddenly a huge explosion bursts in front of the gorilla position and from behind the rain of sparks and smoke emerges, Dean Venchenzo hoping about on his feet and generally pumping himself up for the match. Behind him is his manager and friend Jack Manson who is hyping up the Loose Cannon and hollering out to the crowd to bow down to his client. Dean pauses at the edge of the stage as the red strobes illuminate his tattered body. [align=center]Choke, choke again I thought my demons were my friends Getting me in the end They're out to get me Since I was young I've tasted sorrow on my tongue And this sweet chugga gun Does not protect me[/align] Manson and Venchenzo now begin to walk down the ramp slowly absorbing the insults of the crowd and even raise their hands at the attendees as if they are taking exception to them. Once at ringside Jack climbs up the ring steps and sits on the middle rope holding it open for Dean as he stands at ringside smiling. He then jumps effortlessly up onto the apron and teases like he is going to move through the ropes but instead grabs onto the top rope and hurls himself over the top rope flipping and landing on his feet as the music continues. Meanwhile he begins to stretch and strategize for the match with Manson. [align=center]That's right Trigger between my eyes Please strike Make it quick now I'm trying to hold it together Head is lighter than a feather Looks like I'm not getting better Not getting better.[/align] Charles Cruz: From Asbury Park, New Jersey, he is “The Loose Cannon,” he is… DEAN VENCHENZO!!! KR: This is Dean’s first match back from his supposed “career ending” injury, suffered back in May of 2005 in the Extreme Scramble Tournament! CM: Let’s see if Dean can brush off the rust, if he has any, and come out with a win here. Mark Jackson looks at both competitors, as before the bell even rings, Dean Venchenzo comes loose catching T-Bird off guard with a massive Clothesline sending T-Bird back into the corner against the turnbuckles behind her. Dean laughs as Mark Jackson rings the bell reluctantly to start the match as the crowd is already on their feet booing. KR: Hey now, that’s not fair! CM: Guess he’s trying to remind us why he is still called “The Loose Cannon”! Jack Manson smiles at his friend and new client as a child in the front row looks at Jack wondering why he could turn on the fans so fast, Jack shrugs him off with a cocky grin as back in the ring, Venchenzo is digging shoulder thrusts into the gut of his opponent. T-Bird looks helpless as he continues thrusting himself full force, until Mark Jackson tries to get in-between them and break Dean away. He refuses to stop attacking her, until he gets fed up with Mark Jackson and begins shouting at the referee, backing him towards the middle of the ring, turning his back from T-Bird, who sees this and takes advantage of it with a Chop Block, sending Dean down to one knee, she then charges into the nearby ropes, and comes back towards Dean looking for a knee strike, but Dean then strikes up grabbing T-Bird’s right leg, and lifting her up, and dropping her down fast first hard to the canvas! KR: Oh my god, what a massive One-Legged Pancake, sending T-Bird up and right back down with velocity! Dean taunts a little to the crowd and to referee Mark Jackson, as he Irish Whips T-Bird off against the ropes, waits for her return, and when she does return, Dean lifts her up onto his shoulders and with full force, brings her down with a Powerbomb, landing her back onto his own knee! CM: Ouch, vicious Powerbomb onto the knee of Dean Venchenzo, and T-Bird will be feeling that one tomorrow morning. Dean looks at Jack, and Jack looks back as both of them cut their throat, Dean of course, cuts over his still scared throat from the barbwire that cut it over a year ago, and they single the end is near as T-Bird holds her back still in pain on the canvas. KR: It looks like the end is near for T-Bird. CM: Dean looking very strong here tonight! Dean brings T-Bird up, bending her over and between his legs, underhooking both of her arms, and then in one quick, steady, and powerful motion, he spins her around, sitting himself out, crashing her face first into the canvas ala Christopher Daniels’ Angels Wings! CM: T-Bird is now… WHEELCHAIR BOUND!! KR: No pun intended from Chip Martin either, that’s the name of Dean Venchenzo’s new finisher folks, sort of a knock on the whole wheelchair he had been using the past months as he announced matches along side with us. Dean turns T-Bird’s lump body over, not even making an aggressive pin, instead, Dean calming still in his sit-out position from his finisher, hooks up one of her legs and gently presses on her shoulders as Mark Jackson slides to the canvas for the pin attempt that has the crowd on their feet in jeers. [align=center]ONE… TWO… THREE… *DING, DING, DING*[/align] At the sound of the bell, Jack Manson slides into the ring and raises his client’s arm high in the air to boos from the crowd as they smile, looking down at the carnage left in the ring known as T-Bird. Korn’s Coming Undone begins to play throughout the arena drowning out some of the boos from the crowd. Charles Cruz: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… DEAN VENCHENZO!!! KR: What a monstrous in-ring re-debut for Dean Venchenzo! CM: He’ll definitely be a force that you won’t want to reckon with on Slam!, plus, we have a Best of Five Deathmatch Series between him and Toan to look forward to! KR: I guess you can consider this match a message to Toan then of what is to come? CM: Definitely, this is huge momentum for Dean! The music does not play long however and the celebration is cut short as Jack Manson makes a motion to cut the music. He then beckons for the ring microphone from Charles Cruz and snatches it viciously from his hands as he says something completely inaudible to the ring announcer. Manson: “SHUT THE FUCK UP! MY CLIENT HAS SOMETHING TO SAY!” This only invokes even louder booing an the crowd begin to hurl objects into the ring aiming for Jack. Dean grabs the microphone from Jack’s hands and begins to move around the ring with a smile on his face and he moves to a corner and leans in looking out over some of the rudest fans in the world. Venchenzo: “Ever since Summer of Sin my phone has been ringing off the hook, interviewers have been disturbing me while I’m on the shitter, and one even had the gall to knock on my locker room door while I was putting some little fat kids mom ten toes up.” Dean shakes his head and saunters out into the middle of the ring. Venchenzo: “They all wanted to know……” The crowd begin to chant loudly trying to drown Venchenzo out. [align=center]”BORING! BORING! BORING!”[/align] Dean does not become distracted by this rather he continues on. Venchenzo: *copying interviewers* “Dean we though you were paralyzed? Is this a miracle? Why Toan? What is the purpose of the Deathmatch series?” Dean turns to the opposite side of the ring and focuses his attention on them while rubbing the stubble at the end of his chin. Venchenzo: “Did I need to be in the wheelchair?.........No not really. Was I handicapped?..........Lets just say I got around just fine without the wheelchair during my personal life.” By now the crowd are really despising Dean and are becoming more and more restless and hurl objects harder at the ring. Venchenzo: “So you ask. Why Dean why did you act like you were paralyzed? Why did you cut your wrestling career out and become an announcer?” Dean stops and pulls the microphone away from his mouth as he begins to hurl obscenities and a belligerent fan at ringside. He comes back to the microphone as security surround the man and calm him down. Venchenzo: “That’s not what your mom was saying last night when I visited her at the care center.” A massive ‘OOOOHHHHH!’ escapes from the crowd as Dean takes a cheap shot at the man. Venchenzo: “Now shut him up so I can finish!........You want answers? Too fucking bad! All you fat lazy son of bitches need to know is that Dean Venchenzo is back. The Don of the Deathmatch is here and Toan is about to have the ultimate revenge laid upon him!” Some guy in the crowd hollers out at Dean, “Those trunks make you look gay!”. The crowd begin to chuckle and Dean becomes enraged. He tosses down the ring mic and slides under the ropes. Within seconds he is over the guard rail and making his way through the audience. Jack and the security team rush after pulling him back as the show goes to commercial. [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] The scene opens up backstage were Toan is stood in front of the Slam! logo in street clothes with a microphone in hand. Toan: Naturally, since I'm not on the card this week I typically just spent that time at home resting myself but... it just so happens I've something to get off my chest. Toan looks down for a brief second, inhaling threw his nose Toan: Jack Manson... did something for me which hardly anyone has been able to do in Slam or even FIW itself for a very long time. He gave me one of the biggest fights I'd ever had... we fought tooth and nail straight down to the wire, and was literally within a hairline of the decision going the other way. And I've got to hand it to you, Jack... I was actually pretty impressed. For every chop I threw at you which for any lesser man would have cut them down to size, you still sayed up... no matter how hard I hit you and how the welts on your chest began to get worse and worse, you still stayed on your feet. Toan lets out a small chuckle as he looks down again, scratching his chin Toan: And for what it's worth... that might have been one of the best pure wrestling matches I've ever been a part of. But, it would seem now I'm going to get back to my Hardcore wrestling roots as Dean Venchenzo has challenged me to a series of Deathmatches... a Best of Five series as it were. Toan expresses a cruel smile towards us all Toan: I don't know if you remember or not but if we take a trip back to this time last year I remember a tournament called the Extreme Scramble Tournament you and I faced each other... And maybe I'm wrong but I believe I was the one which put you out on the sidelines, am I right? Not meaning to sound too cold but what makes you think that I won't do something like that again, hmm? What makes you think that just because you've got that balding old coot in your corner that I won't put you back where you belong at ringside? Let me tell you something about these types of matches... in reality, you don't measure the wins and loses by getting the win in the eyes of the powers that be here. You get the wins by pints of blood lost, by broken bones sustained and by how many icepacks your opponent has to have strapped to their ribs and strapped to their shoulders just so they can fall asleep at night. I'm no novice at this, Dean... Toan scoffs arrogantly Toan: So here is the deal... first match out is just going to be a little foreplay as it were before I put you away just like I did to that crippled old bastard at Summer Of Sin. First match out, Dean... will be contested where falls will count anywhere in the building. That's all that I've got to say... stay sharp, you stupid cunt. And with that said Toan throws the microphone down and storms off the scene... |
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KR: Now ladies and gentlemen, according to my planner, next up we have the former Tactical Chaos Champion, Lance Evers, to give us a few words. CM: Oh God, there I was hoping that Lance would disappear after Ahriman proved that Lance is just a no-talent, Orton/Foley lovechild wannabe. KR: You're just trying to imagine Foley and Orton together making love. CM: That's disgusting! Since when did you grow balls big enough to answer back to me? KR: Since Dean went, and there wasn't anyone here to insult you. So he left me this sheet of paper that lists things to say to you everytime you act like an....anal cavity pus wart. CM: Is that on the paper? KR: Damn right, you in-denial hermaphrodite. CM: Hernia-what? Before our double-act announcers can continue this disturbing, and unsuitable conversation live, they are interrupted by the lighting in the arena going 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 alive 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] CC: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Lance Evers! But then, from behind the curtain walks out the man himself, Lance Evers. He steps out onto the stage, and looks out to the crowd. He's wearing a suit, for once. He grins, as he suddenly spreads his arms out in a pose, causing a flood of camera flashes onto him. He stays there, standing in his own glory, as the camera continue to take pictures, before he finally starts to make his way down the ramp and towards the ring. [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] Lance gets to the ring, and goes to the steps. He climbs up them, and walks across the apron, before going through the ropes. He walks into the ring, and goes to Charles. He takes the microphone off him, and Cruz leaves the room. The lighting goes back to normal, and the music dies out, as Lance brings the mic to his head. The crowd are still cheering for him as he begins to speak. Lance: Hello there, Las Vegas! Cheap pop goes off. CM: Pfft cheap pop. KR: Better than you firing those blanks... CM: Will you please put that sheet away! Lance: Now I think you can all guess why I'm out here. You're not braindead, unlike some other people...*cough* Prime *cough*. I'm out here to talk about what happened last week when I squared off against Ahriman. I'm sure you all watched what happened. Me and him squared off in one of FIW's most violent matches in recent FIW history. But sadly, the ending was, among other things, very very anti-climactic. For you see, right before the end, Ahriman cheated by grabbing that mirror and slashing it across my chest. He cut me deep, in more ways than one. This made me rapidly lose blood, and I was feeling very weak. Then that bastard Ahriman suddenly hit me with that Doombolt, and claimed the 10 count for his own. Now, if he beat me fairly, I could look back on that match on what it almost was. One of the greatest Hardcore matches in my career. But sadly, it ended on a low. Me getting counted out was because of the fact I was quickly losing blood, and not because of Ahriman hitting the Doombolt. This made me realise something that I should've seen all along. Although Hardcore wrestling is without a doubt, one of the greatest forms of entertainment on Earth. But Ahriman proved the point that you don't need to have talent to win matches, just luck with weapons. So I've come to a decision. This will assure that the travesty that happened with Ahriman will never happen again. CM: He's quitting. Please say he's quitting. KR: He'll quit when you quit trying to stick your hands to my pants! CM: I just dropped something! KR: I was kidding, it's on the sheet. CM: Uhh, yeah, I knew that... Lance: I'm announcing right here, that from now on, I shall be a serious wrestler, and will now no longer base myself on the Hardcore part of wrestling. I'm going to go to straight wrestling matches, with DQ, to prove that I am truely a professional wrestler, and to make sure no-one else beats me because of luck. Well, luck and a gaping hole across my chest...But anyway, from now on, I shall avoid all Hardcore situations, and become a true wrestler, proving to you all, and the people in the back there, I'm the best all round wrestler on Sla... Before Lance can finish this sentence, he's interupted as 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 steel begin 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. Lucy is in a pair of low rider jeans and her “Lucy” tank top, while Xtreme Kitten is wearing a pair of baggy black jeans, a navy blue singlet, his mask and an International Championship on each shoulder. Xtreme Kitten stomps the floor in time with the beat of the hammer, he at the entrance stomping until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. 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. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head straight for the stairs as the music fades out. CM: I’ve never been happier to see the freak that is Xtreme Kitten. KR: I don’t know you were pretty happy to see him when he was naked in his locker room last week. CM: Is that on the sheet. KR: No, that’s just a fact. CM: LIES! Lance doesn’t know what’s going on as Xtreme Kitten gets into the ring, he keeps his distance as they walk over and get a microphone, Xtreme Kitten takes the microphone and turns back to Lance quickly. XK: Did I just hear you right? Did you just come out here and steal my bit? Lance raises an eyebrow. XK: Yeah, I think I did hear you right, you came out here and claimed that Hardcore wrestling doesn’t take any skill. I’m glad to see at least out of you out patients has something that resembles intellect. Hardcore requires no skill what so ever, it’s like fingering painting. The crowd jeer the simile. XK: But you’re still so wrong, what you and that other lunatic did was not entertainment, it was not quality viewing, it was trash! I’m not talking the garbage that is sitting in every household as they wait for the collection either, I mean the kind of trash that has been sitting out in the sun festering for weeks, the kind the makes you retch… well not you, it’s grown on you but it makes the rest of us sick. Lucy nods with a smile. XK: But your not all gag reflex, you’re a chuckle to. You make me laugh Lance, not until recently though. There’s nothing funny about Jeff Noon in a dress or getting Tommy Owens to do anything you want once a week, no, the funniest thing you’ve done so far, the only thing that resembles entertainment is what you just said. You want to be what? A professional wrestler? With you’re background that’s sure gonna be difficult, it takes talent but with a lot of training and hard work you might just be able to reach the same pinnacle as Destruction, Turbulence and Wreckage. Lucy can’t help but laugh CM: Sounds about right. KR: Aw come on Chip, Lance has shown he has the ability to hang in there with anyone on Slam! XK: As for bring the best all rounder on Slam? Well I don’t know who currently holds that position but I’m sure they are laughing as I; the most successful International Champion, the best champion on Slam and in F.I.W, Slam’s Dual Crown Champion!, was. Lucy takes the microphone from Kitten Lucy: Come on Lance do you really think you have what it takes to be anything but the Tactical Chaos champion? Lucy looks at Xtreme Kitten Lucy: Champion is that even the right word? The International champion shakes his head “no”. Lucy: I didn’t think so. Lucy looks back to Lance Lucy: You should just go back to your hole and let those dreams of reaching the lofty heights of Enhancement talent die, because I don’t think you have what it takes. Lance looks ready to respond. A grin grows across his face, causing the crowd to start to cheer. Lucy and Xtreme Kitten find this amusing. Lance: Well well, if it isn't a Pussy, and...well, a man in a mask. Like the Odd Couple, just there's two dumb ones. Lucy, no offence love, but I've seen bigger breasts on Orion Oldroid, and Xtreme Kitten, I can see why you want to keep those belts. They're so shiny and prettyful, I'm sure that you just stare at them all day, since you're idea of entertainment is especially different from normal people. I mean, look at you, you worship a cat. What are you, Egyptian? Xtreme Kitten looks like he's about to say something, but Lance interupts. Lance: Yeah yeah, I know, you're from Australia. Doesn't surprise me really, just like Australia, you're upside down. You truely believe that I'd want to steal your bit? Seriously? There's a lot of things I'd like to steal in the World, including the virginity of three 21 year old curious blondes, but your "bit" is not one of them. KR: Well you heard it, unlike Chip, Lance doesn't want Xtreme Kitten's bits. CM: If you don't stop reading that sheet up paper, I swear I'm going to ram it straight up your ass. KR: Typical Chip, always wanting to ram something up a guy's ass... Lance: Tell me Lucy, do you keep him on that leash to control his unbridled rage, or to make sure he doesn't run away everytime he faces an ass whooping? Because if you ask me, it looks like your double use of your sex toys is just to make sure your "client" doesn't become the pussy he tries to be everyday. A pussy, that has just come out here, and commited the ultimate sin. That's right, the sin of interupting me, while I'm cutting a serious in-ring promo. But I'm sure it's not you're fault, you probably just thought you had a match tonight and decided to come out, and then started to pull the same old gimmick of bashing Hardcore wrestling, once you realised you'd made a mistake. Well, mistakes are something that cannot be done in the World of wrestling, and you as a "serious wrestler" should know that more than anyone. So, as a result of this mistake, I'm announcing right here that I...I... Lance stops, and suddenly starts to think to himself. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy look at each other, wondering what nonsense Lance is going to go for next. Lance then grins as he looks back at the two. Lance: In fact, I'll let my good friend tell you. Lance then whistles sharply into the microphone. He looks up to the entrance ramp. Everyone else, including Xtreme Kitten and Lucy, also look up there. Suddenly from behind the curtain walks out Jeff Noon, with the stupid grin on his face. The crowd cheer. He's holding a big piece of paper in his hands. He holds it up, and it reads: "LANCE IS CHALLENGING FOR YOUR INTERNATIONAL TITLE, BITCH!" The crowd cheer loudly, as Xtreme Kitten and Lucy look up. There eyes widen, while Lance grins proudly. Suddenly XK and Lucy start to laugh at this, finding it very amusing that Lance thinks he's International title. Lance still grins as XK and Lucy turn around to face him. Lance is obviously thinking they'll eat there words later. But before anything else happens, 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 the Crow runs out, sword drawn, shouting at everyone who'll listen. He stops right behind Jeff. Jeff Noon is frozen in horror, scared to turn around. Everyone else looks up. He points the sword above Jeff in time for the first chorus and slashes down through the piece of paper that Jeff's holding, ripping it in half, as Toshi screams "Oh, Rusty Nail!" Jeff suddenly runs in complete terror down the ramp, into the ring and hides behind Lance, as Daisuke grins, and chases after him. Behind him, Kiyoshi emerges, in his combat fatigues, looking slightly flustered. When he realises what Daisuke has planned, he's forced to sprint down after him. Despite the limp, Daisuke hits the ring first and manages to slash Jeff Noon across the stomach, before aiming a kick at the former TCC's head. He misses by just a few inches and Evers moves in for the kill. Thankfully for Daisuke, Kiyoshi's no slowpoke and he heaves Daisuke up on his shoulder and pushes Lance away. A shoving match almost ensues, but Kiyoshi is not in any mood for this. Daisuke however, is so Kiyoshi has to retreat across the ring towards a slightly bemused Xtreme Kitten. Somehow, Daisuke's managed to snatch Lance's mic away from him, and he has something to say, as Kiyoshi spins around to see which way he's going, almost hitting Lucy with Daisuke's feet; sending her scurrying away. Daisuke: Ahh, Kitten-san, I never got the chance to convey Kiyoshi's gratitude for the match and how you did not let up on him, even though he was still suffering from a mild concussion from the week before. He is glad to have had the chance to fight a true Muay Thai master and he hopes that next time he will get an opportunity to test himself in perfect health. Something in Daisuke's tone seems slightly off, as if he was mocking XK somehow, but Kiyoshi seems sincere enough, stepping forward with his hand out for the traditional show of respect. Xtreme Kitten is unimpressed by this. Daisuke - who is still slung across Kiyoshi's shoulder - whispers something to Kiyoshi and he backs away to a neutral corner. Daisuke: Which brings us on to... Daisuke starts chuckling under his breath; even at low volumes Daisuke's crowing laugh is an irritating enough noise, broadcast over the arena PA is instant heel heat. He looks surprised at the booes and calls of "Shut The F*** Up!" He turns back to the subject of his next tirade, but once again, words fail him and breaks down into laughter. Yes Jeff Noon, who cuts a pitiful figure curled up the corner, is only now realising that Daisuke's jet black sword is in fact made of wood and, while winded, he's not going to die. Daisuke: Fufufu... Enough about Noon-san and on to you, Rance Evers. I remember some of your self made titles, although strangely none of them pertain to your wrestling prowess. What exactly makes you think you are ready to fight in the theatre of legitimate competition? Daisuke waits apparently for an answer, but he snatched Lance's mic from him, so he can't respond at this point. Daisuke: No, I have no idea either. Now while I have some respect for people willing to destroy themselves in the hope that might inflict just a little pain on one who has severely wronged them, I have none for people who have no respect for the weapons they wield, and look lightly on the pain they create. You are so great, Evers-san, because you turn household items into glorious weapons? You are so great, Evers-san, because you spill blood? And you think that with a big sounding speech about 'turning straight' you can leave it all behind and neatly slide to the front of the line for a shot at the International Championship? All you have done is meaningless now, you should fight your way up from the bottom with the rest. Like Kiyoshi here has done, and will continue to do so as long as he is able. A fluke win against a man still adjusting to unfamiliar surroundings is one thing but before you can nominate yourself next in line, you need to see how much he has moved on. As for you, Noon-chan, you are just plain weak. Stand up. I did not hit you that hard. As much of a goof ball that Jeff Noon is, the crowd really don't think he deserves this and a "Stand Up Jeff" starts. Lance gives him a hand up to the cheers of the crowd. Daisuke shoots the pair a withering glance and throws the microphone at Noon. Jeff catches the microphone, though stumbles when he does. He brings it to his mouth, and start to speak. Jeff: Weak? I'm not weak. I'm not the one having trouble stumbling down to ringside. I'm not the one trying to make the person I manage trying to hate everyone against there will, just because you can't be strong enough to fight. Finally, unlike the two other non-wrestlers in here today, I'm not having to talk for the person that I work with, because unlike you lot, Lance actually has enough braincells to talk for himself. The crowd cheer for Jeff's little rant, which is surprisingly going well. Lance takes the mic off Jeff before he can continue though. Lance: While Jeff has just made a point, I don't think he should say much more, for fear that he might prove to everyone here how many braincells he actually has. But that's beside the point, because you Daisuke, are forgetting something here, and if my memory serves me correctly, Xtreme Kitten and Lucy are as well. For you see, I have beaten you, Kiyoshi, and I've beaten you, Xtreme Kitten. In fact, I'm the only man in this ring that has defeated the two others. Those matches, my I also remind you, were not Hardcore matches at all. So, if that isn't more proof than anything you can muster up, then please say so now. Lance places the mic by his side, waiting for one of the others to say something. Suddenly, Kiyoshi walks straight into the face of Lance, mumbling something in Japanese. Lance grins, as he brings the microphone to his mouth. Lance: Daisuke, I don't think your little friend understood what I said. I'll say it nice and slow. I'm...better...than...you,...you...whimpy...no-brained...sorry excuse for a hee... Before Lance can finish this sentence, Kiyoshi suddenly swings a fist right into the face of Evers. Lance falls to the floor from the punch. Kiyoshi then jumps on top of him, starting to fire punches into the face of Lance. Daisuke, following example, jumps on Jeff Noon, and also tries to put on a similar beating. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy look at each other and suddenly bail out of the ring. They make their way up the ramp, grinning, while Lance and Jeff get the crap beaten out of them. KR: Just like Chip's mother, that shot was cheap! CM: That's it, I'm ripping that sheet up! There's a sound of ripping paper, while the beating continues. Suddenly then, Lance hits an uppercut on Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi falls backwards as Lance quickly tries to get up. Kiyoshi gets up, and runs at Lance, but Lance knocks him down with a clothesline. Evers looks like he's about to go out of the ring, possibly to get a weapon, when he turns around and looks straight up at XK and Lucy, who are at the top of the ramp. Lance grins, as he suddenly goes down and locks Kiyoshi in Fujiwara Armbar. XK and Lucy look a bit surprised that Lance has pulled off a submission,as Kiyoshi starts to scream in pain. Lance grits his teeth as the crowd cheer, but Evers is suddenly stomped on by Daisuke. Lance rolls off, as Daisuke grabs Kiyoshi and drags him out of the ring. Lance gets up, and picks up the pile on the ring that used to be Jeff Noon. Lance looks up at XK and Lucy. The smiles on their faces have faded. Meanwhile, Kiyoshi and Daisuke climb over the barrier, and make their way out through the crowd, Kiyoshi looking back at Lance with anger in his eyes. KR: What pandemonium! But who's our new IC No.1 Contender? CM: Kiyoshi, he obviously had control of the situation. KR: He had his shot though, Lance should have a go next. But that's just my personal opinion. We'll be back after this ad break. [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] KR: Here we go fans, with what is sure to be a brutal encounter. Charles Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be contested under EXTREEEEME CHAOS RULES!! The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a red spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to boo for the two time former champ, self proclaimed King of Slam!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact with his King of Slam! robe, crown, and scepter as the crowd go up in even more boos. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] Charles Cruz: Making his way to the ring first, from Staten Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred eighty six pounds and in the company of the ‘Dark Prophet’ Marc Malicious, HE IS THE KING OF SLAM, MAAAAATTT IIIIMMMMPAAAACCT!!!! Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd. Matt just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he points to the ropes of the ring and forces ring announcer Charles Cruz to open the ropes between the top and middle into the ring, and as he does so, Matt walks up the steel steps to get into the ring and with ease goes over the middle rope into the ring. [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his scepter into his chest as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle. He does the exact same thing on the other two turnbuckles, before hoping to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way flicks his robe off of his body as it falls to the ring, and Impact comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the turnbuckles shoot up red and gold sparks, and once the pyros commence, the lights turn on as Matt grabs his dropped robe and hands it to a ring official along with his crown and scepter. KR: Here we go, Extreme Chaos Rules! Instead of the Nightmare entrance video appearing on the screen, we see the esteemed General Manager - Orion Oldriod. He is sat in his office enjoying a cup of hot coffee. Orion: Matt and Marc, quite a pair. It's so good to see you here on Slam! this week. Matt, I know that you are angry about being left of the Summer of Sin card and I want to apologise from the bottom of my heart. Impact nods his head as Orion says the part about being angry at being left off Summer of Sin. Orion: Wait...I'm not so sorry. Since you two big lumps of crap potentially have cost Slam! the World Championship! And now Matt, you will suffer. You have been taken out of your lavish lifestyle, all the money and the women. You have been put into an Extreme Chaos Rules Match and I'm going to enjoy this. Matt motions for Orion to come down to the ring and face him, even opening the ropes for Orion. Orion: Me? Matt, I'm so flattered. But you see Matt, I've been the Extreme Chaos Champion before and I've got to tell you Matt. All that Hardcore, the weapons and brutality...it's just not my thing. That's why I didn't book myself into the match myself. Wait…is that Marc Malicious? Malicious steps forward. Orion: I’m afraid my secretary appears to have misplaced the paperwork for your manager license. So you don’t have the license just yet to stay at ringside. Oh well, come backstage. Malicious shakes his head and Impact is having none of it. Orion: Marc we both know that you’re coming backstage so it can be via security, or of your own power. The second option will make your license appear very quickly. Marc steps through the ropes reluctantly, drops to ringside before making his way to the back up the ramp…leaving Impact alone. Orion: Now, Matt. I know I said hardcore isn’t what I’m about. But lucky for you I've got a man right here who's bag it indeed is. As a matter of fact, he's right here! He's your Nightmare! Ha Ha! Nightmare then steps onto the screen to the right of Orion, a confident look on his face as he looks down at the King of Slam. Nightmare “How’s it feel to be all alone, Mattie boy? Thanks to our esteemed General Manager here, sending your big monkey-boy backstage is going to only serve to keep this one-on-one like it should be, so that all these great fans in the MGM Grand Garden Arena can see me whup your ass up and down every side of this building. Further than that, talking time is over, so I’ll see your ass in the ring.” Nightmare turns on a nod from Orion Oldriod, leaving the screen to a huge cheer from a crowd that is ready to see warfare. KR: Here he comes, fans! Nightmare vs Matt Impact, ECC rules, and it’s NEXT! [align=center]***COMMERCIAL BREAK***[/align] The crowd absolutely erupts as "The Great American Nightmare" begins to pound the speakers, the vicious blast of the guitars being accompanied by pulsing purple strobes all over the stage as the titantron now shows clips of a certain purple-clad wrestler's acheivements here in FIW, making the fans all the more rabid to see their hero. Smoke has now filled the stage as well, and here comes the first verse... [align=center]Dig deep down from planet x, yeah Thirteen ghosts in the devil’s head Step right up and feel the fire Hardcore love of the never dead[/align] A purple spotlight floods out onto the stage, where Nightmare has stepped up into view hauling a trash can behind him that is chock full of weaponry, he stands the can up next to him, staring down at the ring before picking it back up and hurling it down the ramp, following close behind. Charles Cruz: And his opponent, from Portland, Oregon, weighing 275 pounds, THIS! IIIIIIIS! NIIIIGHTMAAAAAREEEE! KR: Looks like ol’ Night’s come prepared with some ‘tools’! CM: That’s his lunch-pail, Royle! The slob! Once he reaches the ringside area, he picks up the can again and slides underneath the bottom rope, setting the can up in the corner before CHARGING MATT, JUMP-STARTING THE MATCH! The two big men collide in the middle of the ring in a flurry of haymakers and forearms as Fuzz calls for the bell, signaling the official beginning of this ECC encounter! KR: They’re like two huge bulls fighting for territory! Matt finally gets the advantage with a knee lift and sends Nightmare into the ropes, surprisingly leaving the trash can undisturbed, he lowers his head looking to back body drop Nightmare but Night puts the brakes on, grabbing hold of Matt and completing a knee facebuster! The King of Slam! staggers back, allowing Nightmare to score with a headbutt then a sharp elbow to the nose! CM: Come on, Matt! You can pummel this idiot into oblivion! You’re the King of Slam! Matt is floored by the elbow but comes back up, visibly dizzy but still swinging lethal forearms at Nightmare’s head, a couple connect which allows Matt to back Nightmare up near the corner where the trash can is situated, Matt buries a knee into Nightmare’s gut to pin him against the corner before picking the can up, emptying out the contents all over the mat and now the fans see a pileful of weapons on the mat, before they have a chance to discern exactly what was in the can though, Matt charges with the can raised high but gets it booted into his face! There is a noticeable dent on both sides of the can, from Nightmare’s foot and Matt’s head, he stumbles back with eyes glazed and drops the can, allowing Nightmare to dart behind him with a reverse waistlock and complete a GERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE CAN! CM: MATT! KR: I’ve seen a lot of moves in my time in ECC matches, and that was just as brutal! The crowd booms at the devastating maneuver as Nightmare pulls Matt away from the wrecked can and covers… [align=center]1! 2! MATT KICKS OUT![/align] DV: As harsh at that suplex was, it’s not going to put away Matt Impact. KR:Nightmare needs to step up his offense if he wants to earn the win, he can’t allow Matt to regain the offensive! Night lifts Matt up, a laceration just barely visible on the King of Slam’s head but Nightmare fixes that by nailing Matt with another headbutt, trying to open up that cut a little more. Nightmare measures him for another but Matt retaliates with a thumb to the eye, perfectly legal in this kind of match, and hooks him up taking him down with a quick neckbreaker! Matt now, bleeding a little bit from the damage taken to his head, trudges over to the pile of weapons and unearths a stop sign from the debris, looking down at it before going over to Nightmare who is now slowly getting back to his feet, once Night gets up Matt attacks, driving the point of the stop sign into Nightmare’s gut! The Prince of Pain gets the wind knocked out of him but the fun doesn’t stop there as Matt raises the sign high and smashes it across Nightmare’s back! Seemingly finished with the stop sign, Matt throws it aside and flexes to the crowd while Nightmare writhes in pain on the mat, since it doesn’t feel very good to get hit with a stop sign. CM: There’s your Prince of Pain, three time ECC right there, flat on his belly screaming like a baby! I love it! Matt then lifts up Nightmare, picking him up side salto style and holding him upright as long as he can, showing off his strength before SLAMMING him back down again onto the stop sign, in a sidewalk slam! Matt stays on top for the leg hook… [align=center]1.. 2… KICKOUT![/align] CM: Come on, slow count! KR: I don’t know if you know this, Chip, but Nightmare has gone through a stack of tables before at the hands of Jack Manson and not only did he get back up on his feet, he walked away under his own power. CM: Yeah, but he lost the match. Frustrated, Matt fetches the sign and drapes it across Nightmare’s chest and head, pointing down to his prone opponent and taunting before bouncing off the ropes, DRIVING a big leg across the stop sign and across Nightmare’s head! Nightmare’s legs kick up into the air on impact, and he grabs his face as soon as Impact pulls the stop sign away, Nightmare takes his hands away and we can see he has been lacerated across the forehead, and he is bleeding badly. Matt seems to enjoy it though as he now lifts Nightmare up against the ropes, going back to pick up the stop sign. He bellows “Here, catch!” and throws the stop sign to Nightmare who indeed catches it, Matt throws a big boot looking to kick the sign back into Nightmare’s head, but Nighty ducks it, Matt spins with the momentum of the swing allowing Nightmare to apply a full nelson and DUMP Matt onto the top of his head with a snapping dragon suplex! The crowd “AAARGH”s at the sight of Matt’s body folding in on itself, as Night does not follow up with a pin. Rather, he lets go of Impact so he can land facefirst, trying to collect himself as Nightmare goes to the pile of weapons lying strewn around the ring and sifts through a couple of them, grabbing something metal and raising it high to the crowd. CM: Wait, that’s a…THAT’S…OH MY GOD! KR: He’s got a damn cheese grater! Nightmare is grinning quite savagely through the blood pouring down his face, giving him a very sinister look. He heads back over to Matt, the crowd cheering him on, and lunges at him looking to grind the cheese grater into Matt’s head but he stops Nightmare by holding him at arm’s length by the throat, Fuzz gets in there to check the chokehold but doesn’t have to for long as Matt lands a punt right between the legs, dropping Nightmare to the mat! The crowd boos as Matt nods to himself, yelling something to the crowd that can’t be heard over the noise. He then picks Nightmare up and loads him up for a powerbomb, hoisting him up and DRIVING him down onto his knee in a unique backbreaker! Matt stays on top with a forearm on the face for the cover… [align=center]1! 2! KICKOUT![/align] KR: Kick out by Nightmare and you wonder what's going to happen later on tonight when Prime defends the World Championship! CM: It's SO unfair, we don't even know how the opponent is! Prime doesn't know! Matt screams “Come on, damn it!” to the ref who tells him it was only a 2 count, Matt responds by giving him the “Up yours” sign before grabbing Nightmare and tossing him disrespectfully through the ropes to the floor. Matt follows him out to the floor, picking the Prince of Pain up and then ramming him back first into the steel guardrail! The King of Slam! follows this attack up by setting up His Merciless and whipping him without remorse into the steel stairs! Well, he would’ve if Nightmare hadn’t put on the brakes at the last second, Nightmare ducks a coming clothesline, stings Matt with a sharp elbow across the nose and then goes to ram Matt headfirst into the steps, but Matt blocks it by putting his boot up, he gouges Nightmare in the eyes then rebounds Nighty’s head off the stairs! Night goes down in a heap as Matt tries to find some refuge against the apron, blood dribbling down from his nose thanks to the elbow strike. He gathers himself finally, getting back in the ring so he can get at the cheese grater that Nightmare had found earlier on in the contest. Raising the grater high to a chorus of boos, Matt heads back to where Nightmare is just now reaching his feet and leans through the ropes, raking the cheese grater across Nightmare’s head sharply! He does it again, only stopping when Nightmare finally hits the mats at ringside! CM: Hahahaha! Nightmare’s gonna’ look like Ric Flair when Matt is through with him! Nightmare is now gushing blood down his face as Matt goes to the outside again, looking underneath the ring apron and apparently finding something, the King of Slam pulls out a table now to another round of boos from the fans in attendance. He sets it up, then picks up Nightmare and hoists him onto his shoulders, yelling at the fans who are booing the shit out of him! CM: It’s gonna’ be a Head On Collision through the table, baby! Get a stretcher ready for Nightmare! Matt goes to spin him headfirst into the table, but Nightmare lands on his feet in mid spin, throwing off Matt’s balance a little bit, he stumbles and Nightmare pulls him into a Russian leg sweep on the floor! Now with the advantage seemingly back in his hands, he rolls the King of Slam! back into the ring and rolls in after him, pulling himself up with help from the ropes. He reaches down, hoisting Matt up onto his feet and sends him careening into the ropes, on the rebound the King of Slam is met by a high knee right to the side of the head! Nighty stumbles back into the ropes, weakened by the loss of blood, but the crowd’s noise level, steadily rising as it is, seems to give him the energy to carry on this brutal encounter. KR: Nightmare now after a nice followup to the Russian Legsweep on the floor, is heading over to those weapons, and Nightmare armed in an ECC match is about as frightening as Satan himself! CM: He's not as frightening as a pissed off Prime! Prime, who we still don't know who he meets after this match for all the gold. He kicks through the weapons, finding something that catches his eye, he reaches down and unearths a kendo stick to the crowd’s tumultuous applause, obviously they remember the kind of violence Nightmare used to dish out with one of those weapons. He twirls the Japanese practicioner’s weapon in his hand expertly, begging Impact to get to his feet, and when he does, Nightmare cracks the stick across Impact’s forehead vertically, opening up a pretty goodly sized gash that starts bleeding immediately, running down almost perfectly between his eyes! The King of Slam! stays up, though he looks to be out on his feet, and Nightmare drops the stick, making a big show of asking the fans what he should hit Matt with so he makes sure the King of Slam! goes down this time. They’re screaming “GLASS! GLASS!” at him for some odd reason, and Nightmare picks through the weapons wondering where they’re seeing such things when lo and behold, he unearths a medium sized sheet of plate glass, about the size of a cookie sheet! He shrugs in a “You asked for it” way and swings mightily, SHATTERING the glass over Matt’s head! Impact is down! KR: God, there’s glass everywhere! Nightmare drops into the cover.. [align=center]1.. 2.. SHOULDER UP![/align] CM: YES! There’s the King! King Impact! All hail King Impact! KR: Oh, stuff it, Regal. Matt could barely lift his shoulder there, I think Impact’s running outta’ gas! CM: Don't insult Regal. Craig is his biggest fan. KR: Then I apologise. Nightmare picks up Impact again, feeling it now, but Impact jabs him in the eyes! Nightmare’s hands fly to his face, his vision already somewhat impaired by his crimson mask, as Impact lands a hard knee to the gut and loads him up, landing a harsh powerbomb on the area of the mat not covered in the lethal broken glass. Now drawing a thumb across his throat, signaling that it is over, and grabs the stop sign, exiting to the turnbuckle closest to the table at ringside, seemingly wanting to drive it down onto Nightmare from the top rope. He reinforces this way of thinking by raising the stop sign with one hand, and pointing down at Nightmare with the other, he goes to jump but he gets crotched on the top rope! KR: What the hell? Someone shook the ropes? Somebody seems to be climbing up onto the ropes next to Matt.. KR: HUTCH! IT’S HUTCH! Indeed, it’s the Future, who has no doubt come from the crowd, and he stuns Matt with a right hand before hooking Matt up and jumping off the buckle, connecting with the Slice of Fried Gold through the table at ringside, all the way down to the floor! The table SHATTERS on impact, and the crowd ROARS, chanting “FU-TURE! FU-TURE!” as Hutch picks him up, rolling him back into the ring! CM: WHAT THE HELL!? Why is Hutch helping Nightmare! FUZZ, DISQUALIFY HIM, YOU HACK! KR: Anything goes in Extreme Chaos Rules, Chip! Deal with it! This is obviously payback for Matt Impact costing Hutch the World Title! Nightmare’s there waiting, blood completely covering his face, he’s barely able to stand but he nevertheless fires a boot into Matt’s gut before loading him up in a powerbomb position, calling for the…Cataclysm?! He positions himself in front of the shattered glass before he lifts him up, powerbomb style, he struggles with the weight for just a moment before lifting Matt higher and bringing him down ONTO THE GLASS, SITTING OUT IN THE PROCESS WITH A HUGE POWERBOMB! Nightmare falls backward immediately after the ‘bomb, as Matt is prone, just as capable of moving as Nightmare is. KR: OH MY GOD!!!! If Nightmare is calling that the Cataclysm from now on, people need to take notice because that was devastating! CM: *is nearly speechless* Matt…! Nightmare hoists his body up and drops himself across Matt.. [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] KR: AND BY GOD, IT IS OVER! CC: Your winner is NNNNIGHTMARE! Nightmare isn’t even able to roll off of Impact after the bell rings, “Great American Nightmare” assaulting the PA now as Hutch backs up the ramp, arms raised in apparent triumph that his payback plan worked. CM: What a crock! The King of Slam! got duped! KR: Nightmare gets the big win over Matt that he was looking for, with a definite assist from Hutch! What a main eve--wait! Look! As Hutch has reached the top of the ramp, he’s immediately attacked by MARC MALICIOUS! The Dark Prophet was seemingly too angry about Hutch involving himself to stay backstage, as he knocks Hutch down with a forearm to the back and starts laying in the brutal stomps, meanwhile Fuzz has hustled Nightmare out of the ring and through the floor level exit to the right of the stage, Fuzz trying to convince Nightmare without much luck that he is too weak to fight off Marc Malicious and Matt Impact by himself. Marc seems pretty damn happy with this as he follows Hutch down to the ring, ramming Hutch’s head into the apron before rolling him into the ring, he then boots Hutch in the gut and throws him HARD shoulder first into the post! He pulls Hutch out and repeats the brutal move a second time! KR: Marc is relentlessly assaulting Hutch! Somebody stop this! Marc picks up the ruined trash can that was used in the match at the beginning and sends Hutch into the ropes, SMASHING it across Hutch’s head on the rebound! Hutch goes down hard, and Marc smashes the can across Hutch’s body again and again, screaming angrily at him while he does so! Finally, the rest of the referees in attendance flood the ring, trying to get Marc away from the badly injured Hutch, it takes about close to ten refs to finally push the Dark Prophet away from him, and Marc seems to calm down, ‘seems’ being the key word as he shoves a couple refs aside when Hutch is helped to his feet, grabbing Hutch and applying a CRADLE PILEDRIVER DRIVING HUTCH HEADFIRST INTO THE TRASH CAN! CM: AH-HAHAHAHAHA! MALICIOUS MARKING! Serves you right, Hutch! KR: His neck may be broken at the hands of that god-damned monster! Hutch falls flat after being spiked onto the can and doesn’t move after that, as even more referees force him out of the ring now to keep him away from Hutch, Marc now roaring to the horrendously booing crowd, several referees checking on Hutch, and even more checking on Matt Impact. Once Marc finally disappears backstage, the crowd quiets down, the refs that were helping Matt roll him to the outside and start helping him up the ramp while the refs checking on Hutch call for the EMTs to enter the arena. KR: Nightmare gets the win here, fans, but on a bittersweet note as Hutch has just been piledriven through a trash can by Marc Malicious. CM: Good! That’s what he gets for crossing the King of Slam! With Impact backstage, now the EMTs enter with the stretcher, bringing it down to the ring and putting a neck brace very carefully onto The Future. They lift the motionless Grand Slam Champion onto the stretcher, stressing safety with Hutch as much as they can as they buckle him in and start rolling him out of the arena. KR: Well, fans, we will get you an update on Hutch’s condition as soon as we get word. The crowd is loud tonight as the Slam!tron flickers on and Rebecca Hunter stands in all slut glory next to Sean Madrox with a microphone in hand. The backstage area is draped with the metal and barbwire theme and Slam! logo. She pulls the microphone to her mouth and begins talking as Sean has his right hand on his hip and the left hand pulling his goatee. Rebecca: I’m here with Mr. Phenomenal himself, Sean Madrox! Rebecca smirks as she looks at Sean. Rebecca: Sean, moments ago we saw you exchange words with General Manager Orion Oldriod, it looked that you had other ideas for Orion to make the right decision for you to challenge Prime for the World Heavyweight Championship. Sean nods. Rebecca: But…unfortunately he has stated that he has already chosen his opponent for the World Heavyweight Title. Can I get what you think about Prime actually winning the World Heavyweight Championship and Orion’s decision on not choosing you as his opponent. Sean clears his throat as he drops his arms down to his side. Sean: Well, where should I start? I’m pretty sure everyone was surprised to see Prime pick up the win at Summer of Sin. Orion only made the match worse when he decided to stick his nose in the match, hell if it wasn’t for him TNT wouldn’t be kicking our asses in ratings and taking all of our belts, but what can you do with someone who likes to throw their weight around. Rebecca: So you think that Orion made the wrong choice of interfering in the match? Sean nods his head for the answer. Rebecca: What about Orion not even choosing you to be Prime’s opponent to keep the belt on Slam!? Sean: Another mistake on his behalf, I mean I could stand here and bad mouth him until the cows come home, but there is no point in me wasting my time or breathe on him because in the long run I’m not the one that is looking bad. I been fucked out of the World Heavyweight Championship so many times that I come to the fact that I don’t even need it because you know what I’m better than everyone on this damn roster. I have held every title this show has offered, what more do I have to prove that I’m better than Prime, Hutch, Tomoko Onamari…hell the list goes on. Rebecca nods her head as she is distracted by Sean’s ripped chest, after a few seconds she snaps out of the trance. Rebecca: With the exception of the Tag Team Championship correct? Sean: Looks like you have been doing your homework Rebecca, but that belt currently resides on TNT, so what more does Slam! have for me to do than slap around the bitches in the back. Rebecca: Well it has been a while since you have held the World Heavyweight Championship, soon enough its going to be three years correct? Sean: Unfortunately you are right Rebecca, and despite how much it pains me, I think that Orion holds me back from the Championship because he doesn’t want me to be a bigger star than he was…I mean I don’t knock him on that because I would probably do the same thing, but when you cage the beast, the beast gets angry. Rebecca: Well Sean that’s all the time I have for you, but I’ll stop by your room later. Rebecca smirks as she touches her breast. Sean: I just have one more thing to say to Orion, because I know that he is watching in his office, you don’t want me to be the enemy…keep that in mind. The scene cuts back as the crowd respond with a ring of jeers towards Sean. CM: I can’t believe that it has been that long since Sean has held the title, I think I’m going to start a protest in his honor! KR: He doesn’t deserve an ounce of respect, look at the way that way he talks about the General Manager. |
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CM: And now we come to the main event. KR: Made earlier tonight by Orion Oldriod after authorisation from CEO Dr. Schultz. If Orion's challenger wins, the title stays here. If the challenger loses, the World Title goes to TNT. It's as simple as that. CM: I've got to believe he's going to choose Matt Impact, I would. KR: But you aren't the General Manager, Orion is and he told Madrox that he has somebody all arranged for this title shot. 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… The grinding hard rock of Princes of the Universe starts to bellow over the PA as the arena lights give way to a spectacular pyro burst and celestial light show. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung and the World Championship belt slung over his shoulder. A 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. 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. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the while 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 and bounces to warm up before his match. KR: The World Champion has arrived and he still looks angry. CM: He's got a damn good reason to be angry! KR: But who's the challenger going to be? The arena lights dim, as Korn’s 'Here to Stay' begins to play. KR: It's Tomoko! CM: Madrox, Impact and everybody else will be pissed now! KR: And she's not coming alone! [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 top of the ramp she looks around at the crowd and smirking slightly as the Slam! Behemoth Harley Manson emerges from the curtain behind her. She then raises both arms in a powerful pose. She walks slowly down the ramp, 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 stands on the spot, looking focused, awaiting the match to start. CC: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the FIW World Championship! To my left, she is the challenger, hailing from Tokyo in Japan and she is the undisputed Number One Contender...TOMOKO ONAMARI! Prime shakes his head as Tomoko steps forward among a throng of cheers. KR: Tomoko the number one contender after defeating Sean Madrox at Summer of Sin. CM: But I don't think anybody thought she'd get the title shot this soon! CC: And her opponent. He is the current reigning and defending FIW World Champion. At a height of 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in earlier today at 310 pounds. THIS IS PRIME! Prime looks out at the crowd, an uncaring look across his face as the Slam! fans jeer him. He hands the World Championship belt over to assigned referee Mark Jackson. Jackson shows the title to Tomoko, who nods her head at it before Jackson holds it up high for the fans to see what this match is all about. Mark Jackson is about to call for the bell when he is interrupted... CM: What now? Sirens begin to wail in the arena and the opening line to Motorhead’s ‘King of Kings’ is heard… [align=center] Behold the King, the King of Kings! ![]() On your knees dog, All hail![/align] The fans react in a mixed reaction as Lemmy Kilmister encourages the fans to bow down to the Slam! General Manager. 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod emerges from the entrance wearing his black Armani suit and a dark red power tie. He stands in the centre of the staging, looking out at the capacity crowd before looking down the ramp at Prime and Tomoko standing in the middle of the ring.. [align=center] Bow down to the, bow down to the King! Bow down to the, bow down to the King! Bow down to the, bow down to the King![/align] ’The Oracle’ heads down the entrance ramp towards the bottom of the ramp shaking hands with a few of the fans. Orion walks around ringside to the announce desk. He takes a seat alongside Chip Martin and Kurt Royle as Mark Jackson calls for the opening bell. CM: What are you doing out here? Orion: I came to find out if my World Championship is going to be on TNT tomorrow night in Seattle. KR: You have selected Tomoko as the challenger, are you confident that she will win this match? Orion: Before I saw Prime defeat Hutch, I would have said yes without a flicker. But he's got power, he's got skills and he's got an attitude. I just don't know. The FIW World Championship belt has found it's way onto the announce desk in front of Orion rather than the timekeeper's table as normal. The bell sounds and immediately Tomoko rushes at Prime! Prime wasn't anticipating an early string of offence from the Japanese Assassin! Tomoko slams knees deep into his gut and then clubbing blows to his shoulder blades as Prime tries to get away from her! Prime is pressed back against the ropes as Tomoko absolutely unloads with such pace and venom at Prime! Tomoko sends Prime stumbling into a corner and she is right on top of him! Prime gets hammered with right hands, chops and knees! KR: Talk about a pre-emptive strike! Tomoko has hit the ground running! Orion: This is what she has to do, get in his face and stop him building any momentum. Tomoko holds Prime's head with one hand as she punches his face with the other! She drives a knee into his side, a chop to his massive chest and then she goes low to drive shoulders repeatedly into his stomach! Tomoko just literally rams her shoulder in, despite Prime trying to push her away and each time the 310 pounder is being catapulted back into the corner. Prime manages to push Tomoko away and he drops to a knee. The early offence appears to have caught Prime out as Tomoko pulls him up to his feet. She locks in a front facelock and jerks him over into a HUGE vertical suplex! KR: Tomoko likes that snapping vertical suplex but Prime is just too damn big to snap over. CM: She's lucky to even get him over at all! Prime holds his back as he rolls over onto his stomach. Prime reaches for the ropes and Tomoko Onamari is immediately on him with martial arts kicks, whipped in against his chest and Prime is hurting. Tomoko pulls him up and irish whips him into a corner. Prime's back absorbs the impact and Tomoko is again right on him, this time smashing a spinning back fist against his jaw. Tomoko grabs his head, snapmares him over into a sitting position and then blasts him with a kick across the back! Onamari walks around Prime and rams a knee into his head, he slumps down to the mat as the challenger is just destroying him! Tomoko stomps down on his head before pulling him up once again. CM: What's the story with Harley Manson out here? Orion? Orion: At a guess I would say that Tomoko has noticed interference in World Title matches recently and she's got somebody watching her back. CM: Interference in World Title matches huh? Not like you were involved in any of that... Orion: Certainly not. Harley Manson is stood outside the ring with his arms folded across his chest as Tomoko punches Prime in the jaw! Prime staggers back to the ropes, trying to shake it off but Tomoko is again already on the case. She whips him across the ring, Prime bounces back off the ropes and RUNS THROUGH TOMOKO WITH A SHOULDER BLOCK! Tomoko is back up quickly as Prime runs against the ropes, he comes off and she jumps over him with a leapfrog. Prime continues his run and then steps over Tomoko. Prime hits the ropes once again and TOMOKO EXPLODES AT PRIME WITH A DROPKICK TO THE MUSH! KR: What a knockout shot! CM: She almost took his head off! Prime has been felled! The bodybuilder is laying flat on his back thanks to a dropkick to the face from Tokyo's contribution to Slam! On Monday. A "Tomoko! Tomoko! Tomoko!" chant goes up in the crowd as Onamari starts to drag Prime back up by his hair. She takes him to a turnbuckle and slams his head against the top 'buckle. Tomoko then steps back, before slamming in a hard low kick to the left leg of Prime. A mighty whack is heard as she does and Onamari then takes her time to measure Prime before decking him with a forearm shot. KR: This is very unusual to see Prime on the back foot for so long at the start of a match. Orion: She's obviously seen what Prime did to Hutch at Summer of Sin so she's started this match at a fast pace. Prime stumbles along the ropes, trying to put some distance between him and Tomoko but he can't get away from her. Tomoko catches him in the next corner and launches a kick into his stomach. Suddenly Prime rears back and HEADBUTTS Tomoko! Tomoko staggers back all the way across the ring holding her forehead! Prime then comes running out of the corner towards her but Tomoko sees him coming and neatly sidesteps. Prime stops himself at the ropes, he turns his head to find Tomoko beckoning him on. Orion: Tomoko has to stay out of Prime's grip, out of his reach because if he locks on a headvice or a full nelson...there is no escape. CM: That's right, if Prime gets hold of her for a sustained amount of time this one if over and in a hurry. Prime is slow to come back at Tomoko, he takes his time as he recovers from her initial attacks. They meet up in the centre of the ring, Prime talking trash and Tomoko with her face in a deadly focus. Prime SLAPS her in the face! Tomoko punches Prime! They exchange forearm shots! Prime tries to grab her head and get a free shot in on her but Tomoko escapes and lands her own forearm smash to the face! After four unanswered shots from Tomoko, Prime pushes her away from him and then catches her with a sweet forearm to the face! Tomoko's upper body swings around and then Prime lands a kick to the gut that lifts Tomoko about 2 feet off the floor! She lands on the mat with a crash! KR: That's what we were saying, Prime wants to keep hold of Tomoko and dictate the pace of this match. CM: She just got caught with a forearm shiver and then a kick that launched her into the air. That was not part of the gameplan. Tomoko tries to get back up but Prime attacks with more viscous kicks! Kicks to the stomach, arms, head and shoulders! Tomoko is literally kicked back to the ropes and then through the middle and bottom rope onto the apron! KR: Stiff! Lethal! Devastating! All words we can use to describe those kicks from Prime! Tomoko rolls back in under the bottom rope and starts to get back up but the big man is poised waiting...PRIME SPRINTS AT TOMOKO AND KICKS HER ALL THE WAY THROUGH THE ROPES TO RINGSIDE! CM: Tomoko landed with a thud! Prime stands in the ring, leaning on the top rope looking down as Tomoko grabs the barricade. She uses it to pull herself up but Onamari is looking groggy. Prime slowly steps through the ropes and drops to the outside. He takes a glancing look at Harley Manson before picking Onamari up. He sets Tomoko in a standing position before CHOPPING her and the velocity on the chop sends her flying back into the barricade! Prime grabs Tomoko and rolls her back in the ring, he then steps up onto the apron. KR: It was almost like Prime suddenly said to himself, "Wait a minute, I don't get humiliated and bullied like this!" and then he dished out some heavy duty shots on Tomoko. Orion: I'm not going to sit here and tell Tomoko how to wrestle but if she wants to win, Prime can't have the advantage for long. Prime stands in the ring apron. He reaches down to grab Tomoko's hair...Onamari fires a punch into his stomach! Prime lets go of her hair and Tomoko continues to fight back with another series of punches to the head! Prime comes back with another headbutt! Prime grabs Tomoko and it appears like he's setting her up for a vertical suplex... KR: Not a suplex to the outside?! That could end her career! Tomoko fights it! She wraps a leg around the ropes and Prime can't lift her up! Tomoko drops down to the mat, hanging Prime's neck on the top rope and he drops off, as he does...Prime's chin hits the apron and he staggers back into the barricade with a whack! Orion: A triple whammy for Prime! First the hangman, then the apron and finally, the steel barricade! Tomoko grabs the top rope with both hands, she leans before launching over the top rope but Prime has it scouted and moves quickly! Tomoko manages to control herself and she lands with both feet on the apron. Prime runs at Tomoko and clotheslines her ankles, meaning she dives down head-first into the apron! Prime pushes her body under the ropes so her legs are dangling over the apron. Prime leans in, places her legs around his head and pulls her to the outside in what looks to be a powerbomb position. Prime drags her outside the ring and SWINGS TOMOKO INTO THE STEEL BARRICADE! CM: OUCH! KR: Tomoko's body cannons back off the steel on the outside! Orion: Got to give Prime respect, he uses the surroundings just like that very well. Prime walks around the ring, he's taking the time to recover and Prime finds himself eyeballing Tomoko's backup in Harley Manson. The two biggest men on the roster don't break their glares until Prime turns around to go back to Tomoko. Prime pulls Tomoko up and irish whips her into the barricade! Tomoko drops to the floor and Prime smirks. He waits as he picks herself up, Prime is impatient as he beckons for her to get back up. Tomoko tries to crawl closer to the ring apron to avoid Prime as she's getting up but Prime sprints at her...'KISS THIS' LARIAT! CM: Kiss This! He just took her head off! KR: Hard to watch isn't it Orion? Orion: It's very hard to watch and not just because my number 1 contender is taking a beating. Speaking as a wrestler, I never had to stick my arm out like some kind of bar room brawler and call it a lariat. I am a wrestler and I used wrestling holds. Onamari has been left upside down, inside out after the lariat. Prime scoops her up off the ringside floor and throws her back in under the ropes. Prime joins her, taking his time in stepping up into the ring and then ducking through the ropes. Tomoko reaches for the ropes to help her get back up and Prime launches a kick into her! She's knocked back against the ropes by the force behind it! Prime picks her up and then snapmares her straight back down into a sitting position. KR: We saw this earlier from Tomoko, I wonder what Prime is going to do... Prime drives his knee down into her back, which has Tomoko howling in pain as she rebounds down to the canvas. Prime then drops a knee across her throat in a 310 pound knee drop. Prime drags Tomoko up to her feet, not allowing her to rest for a moment. He CHOPS her and Tomoko is sent back into a turnbuckle. Prime looks to follow it up but Tomoko catches him coming in with a boot to the face! Tomoko unleashes her martial arts kicks to each leg and then a roundhouse shot to Prime's head! Tomoko goes for a second roundhouse...Prime blocks it! He then clotheslines her down! KR: Just when you thought that Tomoko was making a comeback, Prime puts a stop to it. CM: He's an impressive wrestler, you'll be sorry to lose him when he shows up on TNT tomorrow. Orion: I never said that Prime wasn't a great wrestler, it's his attitude that I have a problem with. Tomoko is struggling to breathe as Prime picks her up. He goes for an irish whip...TOMOKO REVERSES! Prime is sent into the ropes and he comes off at speed, Tomoko launches into the air...PRIME CATCHES HER AND DRIVES HER DOWN IN A POWERSLAM! CM: Tomoko looked like she was going for a crossbody but Prime caught her! Prime reaches over to a hook a leg, signalling the first cover of this World Championship match... [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: Tomoko still showing resilience. Prime puts his hand on his hips as he glares at referee Mark Jackson. Prime waits for Tomoko to revive into a sitting position before applying a reverse chinlock to keep Tomoko grounded. But Tomoko fights back! She quickly turns into the chinlock and starts to get back up to her feet! Tomoko BITES Prime! She drives a few hard elbows into his stomach to break off the chinlock! Tomoko runs into the ropes to build momentum for a clothesline! Prime stays on his feet! Tomoko runs at him once again and this time Prime dodges the attack! Prime sends her into a corner, he then follows in with a turnbuckle splash! KR: 310 pounds squashing Tomoko Onamari into the turnbuckles. Orion: It's not looking good right now for Tomoko. Tomoko slumps down to the mat below her. Prime goes for a kick...Tomoko grabs his foot! She pushes it away from her and Prime is off balance! Tomoko pulls herself up by using the ropes and attacks Prime with knife edge chops! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! PRIME IS REELING! Tomoko spins around for the spinning back fist...PRIME WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND HER AND DELIVERS A SIDE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! CM: The ring shook as he planted her into the mat! Prime makes another cover... [align=center]1! 2! SHOULDER UP![/align] KR: No kick out that time, just a shoulder up. Prime stands above the fallen Tomoko, having got up after the unsuccessful cover. He pokes her with the edge of his boot in a disrespectful manner. Tomoko tries to get back up but Prime keeps kicking her all over her body to keep knocking her back down. Prime picks her up and hurls her into a corner. He dramatically goes for a knife edge chop of his own...Tomoko ducks underneath the chop! She lands one of her own! She irish whips him across the ring but instead of bouncing back, Prime holds onto the ropes. Onamari runs at him but Prime ducks and back drops her over the ropes. Tomoko lands on the apron like a cat and catches Prime coming at her with a high kick to the face. Prime staggers back to the middle of the ring...TOMOKO SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE AT PRIME BUT HE CATCHES HER AND DRIVES HER DOWN WITH A POWERBOMB! PRIME HOLDS ONTO HER LEGS AND TURNS HER OVER INTO A BOSTON CRAB! CM: Prime is SO dominant! KR: That 170 pound weight advantage is so evident as Tomoko went high risk and it did not pay off. Orion: It's a testament to Prime's ability that Tomoko would try something like that without her being in control. Tomoko is reaching for the ropes as Prime synchs it in! Tomoko uses her arms to push up off the mat and with one burst of energy she makes it to the bottom rope! She holds onto it for dear life as Prime sits back on the crab, ignoring the referee's pleas to release the submission. Prime breaks it for a moment, long enough for Tomoko to let go of the ropes and then he drags her into the centre of the ring! Prime locks on the boston crab one more time but now he sits further back on it! KR: He's sat across her shoulder blades! This is a sick version of a boston crab! Orion: Don't tap out, come on Tomoko! Tomoko is weakening as Prime has it locked in. She digs deep for another burst of energy and she kicks at Prime's face! He releases the submission and clutches his face! Both are on all fours as Tomoko grabs the middle rope and pulls herself up. Prime pushes up off the mat and he corners Tomoko in a turnbuckle. Tomoko tries to escape but Prime closes in quickly and pushes her against the turnbuckles. He irish whips her across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle and then runs in...TOMOKO BACK DROPS PRIME OVER THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR! Orion: That's it! Now follow it up! CM: She might have bought herself some time with that back drop. KR: Bad landing too for Prime, his back struck the ring apron at speed. Tomoko crawls out to the middle of the ring. The fans' cheers will her on as she stands up. Tomoko looks out to see Prime also trying to get up to his feet...TOMOKO WITH A SUICIDE DIVE! SHE WIPES PRIME OUT! KR: An all-or-nothing move! She hit all of it! Tomoko wastes no time as she picks Prime up and rolls him back into the ring. Prime does not stay down for long to his credit. He starts to get back up as Tomoko hops back up onto the apron. She sees that Prime is already getting back up and shakes her head in disbelief. Tomoko scales up a turnbuckle as Prime is now on his feet but he's groggy enough that his back is to Tomoko...SHE LAUNCHES OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK! TOMOKO'S FEET CONNECT WITH THE BACK OF PRIME'S HEAD! KR: Did you see Prime's head snap forward?! Orion: That was an opportunistic move and we need to see more of this from Tomoko! Tomoko crawls into a cover, hooking the far leg... [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] KR: First cover on Prime. CM: And he kicked out with a half second to spare. Tomoko stands up and looks down to see Prime getting back up again! She's thinking "What the hell do I have to do to keep him down????" as her brain ticks over. She backs into the ropes to build momentum and attempts a clothesline but PRIME DODGES IT AND APPLIES A FULL NELSON! HE BREAKS THE FULL NELSON TO APPLY A WAISTLOCK AND ATTEMPTS A RELEASE GERMAN...TOMOKO LANDS ON HER FEET! PRIME TURNS AROUND INTO A SPEAR! KR: Prime folded in half! Orion: Cover! Cover! Tomoko dives into a cover! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! KICK OUT![/align] Orion: It was close! Tomoko holds three fingers up at Mark Jackson but he responds only with one less. Tomoko shakes her head and reaches down to pull Prime up. Prime is reluctant, Tomoko has to expend valuable energy as she lifts him up off the mat. Tomoko then turns and sprints into the ropes, he comes off at high speed but Prime is aware enough...SPINEBUSTER SLAM! KR: Oh no! Tomoko driven down into the canvas! Prime is sweating as he sits on his knees above the grounded Tomoko. He checks his jaw is still in place as Tomoko starts to sit up. He grabs her by the head and 'helps' her the rest of the way. Prime launches a kick into Tomoko's stomach, then from the left side to the same area. TOMOKO PUSHES PRIME BACK AND SHOUTS "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!" TO A DEAFENING ROAR FROM THE CROWD! KR: That might not be a good idea! Orion: Look at the heart and the fight in that young competitor, she wants more and if I know anything about Prime...she'll get it. Prime kicks her again, then goes for a right hand which Tomoko ducks! Prime looks for another punch but Tomoko shows her quickness to dodge it again! Prime's wild swings are getting nowhere close to Onamari and he then misses with a kick attempt! Prime stalks Tomoko and he misses his punches until he corners Tomoko! Onamari tries to escape but Prime has her trapped! He unleashes a flurry of punches and kicks to Tomoko but they don't have the same effect they had earlier, Prime is showing signs of fatigue! CM: The fatigue is setting in! Tomoko ducks out of the corner, underneath a haymaker attempt and Tomoko UNLOADS with a martial arts kick flurry herself! Prime is dazed as he staggers out of the corner! Tomoko is stood on the apron now, waiting for Prime to turn around...SHE SPRINGBOARDS INTO THE AIR OFF THE TOP ROPE AND CONNECTS WITH A TORNADO DDT! RISING SUN BY TOMOKO! KR: RISING SUUUUNNNNNN! Orion: BMSTM! Big Moves Scare This Man! Pin him now! CM: She's making the cover! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! SHOULDER UP![/align] KR: What does Tomoko have to do to pin him!? Tomoko looks desperately at the referee but he doesn't give her the answer she's looking for. She starts to pull Prime up but the 'Evolution of Excellence' shoves her back away from him. Tomoko comes back at Prime but he EXPLODES AT HER WITH A CLOTHESLINE THAT FLIPS HER IN THE AIR! Prime drops back down to a knee after delivering it, showing that he is suffering! Prime rolls Tomoko over and makes the pin! [align=center]1! KICK OUT![/align] KR: Was that a kick out at one?! Orion: Tomoko will not stay down! CM: He's going to have to knock her out! Prime's face is one of disbelief. He knocked her up into the air with so much force that she flipped over and she kicks out at one???? In stark contract, Tomoko's face is determined, focused and she's bleeding a little bit from a wound on her forehead. Most probably where a Prime headbutt broke the skin. Prime grabs her head and lifts her up, he locks in a front facelock and hoists her into the air...FISHERMAN DDT! Prime again rolls over into a pin... [align=center]1! KICK OUT![/align] KR: This is Tomoko Onamari's first EVER shot at the World Championship and she will not be beaten tonight! Orion: It wasn't advertised, it wasn't about ratings...it's about heart and desire...she's got all that and more! CM: She should do what's best for her health and stay down! KR: Tomoko will never do that, NEVER! Prime is almost confused as he picks her up. He goes for an irish whip but Tomoko REVERSES! Prime smacks into the turnbuckles and staggers out into the waiting Tomoko...TOMOKO DRIVER! KR: TOMOKO DRIVER! Orion: TOMOKO DRIVER! KR: WAIT A DAMN SECOND! WHAT IS THIS?! A figure has jumped the barricade and slid into the ring...it's SEAN MADROX! MADROX IS STOMPING HIS FOOT AND WAITING FOR TOMOKO TO TURN AROUND...MADROX STARTS HIS BLACKOUT SUPERKICK BUT HARLEY MANSON TRIPS HIM AND DRAGS HIM OUT OF THE RING! THE REFEREE IS DISTRACTED BY MANSON PUSHING MADROX UP THE RAMP AS TOMOKO HAS THE COVER! KR: TURN AROUND REF! Orion: If he doesn't turn around RIGHT NOW then Mark Jackson is fired on the spot! SEVERAL SECONDS PASS AS JACKSON IS STILL DISTRACTED BEFORE THE SHOUTS OF THE CROWD REMIND HIM THAT THERE'S STILL A MATCH HAPPENING! JACKSON TURNS AROUND, SEES THE PINFALL AND DROPS DOWN TO THE MAKE THE COUNT! KR: Here it is! New World Champion! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! SHOULDER UP![/align] KR: DAMN! He could have counted to 10 in the time Prime was down! Tomoko punches the mat in frustration! SHE PULLS PRIME UP AND GOES FOR THE TOMOKO DRIVER ONE MORE TIME BUT HE USES HIS STRENGTH TO ESCAPE! HE GRABS TOMOKO AND PICKS HER UP...AUTHORITY BOMB! PRIME MAKES THE PIN! CM: Prime's going to retain! KR: Kick out Tomoko! Kick out! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES![/align] KR: She didn't kick out but that was good enough! MARK JACKSON STOPS THE COUNT AND PRIME GRABS HIM BY THE SHIRT! ORION TAKES OFF HIS HEADSET AND JUMPS UP ONTO THE APRON! HE POINTS AT THE FOOT ON THE ROPES AND PRIME PUSHES HIM OFF THE APRON! KR: Come on now! That's not needed! CM: Orion sits out here and interferes in the match, what a shock. PRIME TURNS AROUND TO GRAB TOMOKO BY THE HEAD TO PICK HER UP BUT TOMOKO STRUGGLES AND ROLLS PRIME UP IN AN INSIDE CRADLE! [align=center]1! 2! 3! PRIME KICKS OUT BUT TOO LATE![/align] THE CROWD BECOMES UNGLUED! KR: YES! YES! NEW WORLD CHAMPION! CC: Here is your winner and NEW FIW World Champion...TOMOKO ONAMARI! PRIME LOOKS AROUND IN COMPLETE SHOCK AS ORION PULLS TOMOKO OUT OF THE RING BEFORE PRIME CAN GAIN HIS BEARINGS! OLDRIOD PRESENTS TOMOKO WITH THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP BELT AS PRIME SITS IN THE RING WITH HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS! KR: PRIME HAS LOST THE WORLD TITLE EIGHT DAYS AFTER WINNING IT! CM: THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! WHAT HAVE WE SEEN???? TOMOKO STANDS ON THE ANNOUNCE DESK, THE CHAMPIONSHIP BELT HELD ABOVE HER HEAD AS PRIME CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HAS HAPPENED! CM: I've got to give her credit, she survived when Prime was beating her down. KR: We've got to leave you now...my God we have a new World Champion! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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