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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; June 20, 2006 | |
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align] The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Ragin', and Jim O'Brien all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates! [align=center]Wake Up![/align] Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly. [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Swytch yanks the steel chair from the referee's hands as Kennedy tries again to reclaim her feet. Tony Clarke moves up on Swytch JUST AS HE BLASTS KENNEDY IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, *Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…[/align] Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table, Here ya go create another fable![/align] The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!! [align=center]You wanted to! Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! [align=center]You wanted to! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Graver moves toward April and plunks her on the top rope in a sitting position before he himself climbs to the second rope, standing her up and grabbing her around the neck. Unfortunately, this “Big BAM!” never happens, as April shoves Graver off and he stumbles to the mat. He turns around, pissed-off, but it doesn’t last as April CAREENS off the top rope and DRIVES HIS FACE INTO THE MAT WITH A BULLDOG!! [align=center]You wanted to! Why dya leave the keys upon the table?[/align] Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!! [align=center]You wanted to![/align] The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown. [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] Alex spins him around, boots Loon in the midsection and DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING KI-KRUSHER MANEUVER! Alex pops back up to his feet, raising his arms in the air [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align] The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit! At the exact same time as Kailey is dodging Natalya, Ragin’ steps between the ropes. Kailey turns quickly almost bumping into Ragin’ and their eyes meet. The steel chair swings, seemingly in slow motion to all who are watching. His eyes never leave Kailey, her face scrunching up to brace for the impact. But it never comes. She opens her eyes as she hears the loud crack and the ‘ohhhhh!’ from the fans. She turns to see Natalya laying flat out moments after the sickening impact. Even with the mask on, you know Oni's gotta be smiling ear to ear with that manuever. He raises a fist to the air, nodding in self appreciation of his work. He grabs ahold of Shannon and brings him to his feet. He scoops Shannon up INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER! Swytch rears back with the steel chair, aiming at Kennedy's head and CRACKS STEEL AGAINST STEEL AS KENNEDY DUCKS ASIDE! The steel chair clatters to the ringside mats as Swytch's hands throb from the impact! Kennedy leaps up onto the steel steps and jumps onto Swytch's shoulders, DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR WITH A HURRACANRANA! [align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Wake Up! *Whispered* Wake up[/align] Dante climbs up to his feet and pulls Ragin’ up, tucking his head between his legs. Kailey is on the floor, screaming at Dante to get back in the ring. Dante looks down at her and that’s a mistake BECAUSE RAGIN’ RISES UP SENDING DANTE OVER WITH A BACKDROP AND CRASHING BACK DOWN THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES! Ninja scribbles on his sign on the top rope before holding it up for all to see… "DANGEROUS~~!!!" The crowd go crazy as Melanie turns around just in time for Ninja perform a SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO HER!! Both crash to the canvas, Ninja on top and Melanie on the bottom! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Dante thinks quickly and drives the point of his elbow between Hype’s shoulder blades!! He rehooks the arm THEN DRAGS HYPE OVER THE LADDER AND DRIVES HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align] Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE! [align=center]Here ya go create another fable! You wanted to![/align] Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to![/align] Once Graver is at a steady enough vertical base, APRIL LEAPS FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON PN GRAVER! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to![/align] Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table You wanted to![/align] Kennedy bounces off the ropes and leaps up and spins around going into a wheel barrow position. She pushes off the canvas and grabs Ragin’ around the head, but he ducks his head out of her grasp and sits out PLANTING KENNEDY FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!! [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align] Kailey runs in and butts the extinguisher into Nadia's stomach, doubling her over! Kailey throws the extinguisher aside before shoving Nadia's head between her legs. Kailey glances out into the crowd before hoisting Nadia up in a Crucifix! Kailey sits out DROPPING NADIA FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CRUCIFIX REVERSE FACE DRIVER!! [align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align] The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snatching Onikage by his leather mask Jim runs his thumb across his throat and shouts out “BURNING! HAMMER!” The fans go into frenzy as Jim lifts Onikage up onto his shoulders and sets him up. The Monster of TNT walks around with Onikage on his shoulders for a few seconds to allow each side of the arena to see it. He then drives Onikage skull first into the canvas with the Burning Hammer! Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!! The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen… [align=center] [/align]…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team. JH: Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to first TNT off the heels of Summer of Sin! We are live from the KeyArena in Seattle, Washington! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner Thomas Moore! TM: Speaking of Summer of Sin, we've got quite a few new champions on hand tonight but one thing that didn't change was the Dual Crown Championship! Swytch continues to reign supreme over the Tuesday Night Throwdown roster! JH: That is indeed true. Swytch is still the Dual Crown Champion and he will team alongside his former mentor's messenger the skull cowboy as he takes on Kailey Lane and Carl Lucas in tonight's main-event. TM: And the man who failed to capture the championship at Summer of Sin, Ragin', goes one-on-one with the former Cruiserweight Champion April Lynn! This one has squash written all over it, Jonathan. JH: I don't generally like to start the whole male vs. female debate but gender aside, I do think April's at a huge disadvantage tonight. And that's due to Ragin's experience and frustrations. TM: Speaking of frustrations, Dante Coles left Summer of Sin without his championship thanks to that no good cheater Remy Barteaux! But he gets his revenge tonight when he teams with the NEW Fighting Spirit Champion Graver to take on Remy and the former champ Rob Storm. JH: As you can see, we've got an exciting night ahead but we're gonna start things off with some cruiserweight action. But first, let's head backstage to get a word from Alex Evans. The camera catches us backstage as we see Alex Evans, he’s dressed in his ring attire, he’s stood by the entrance area, looking toward the camera ready to go out, but he has something on his mind as he speaks. Alex: I see my opponent, Loon didn’t say anything this week… it’s all good to me, being scared of greatness doesn’t insult me, it propels me Loon, it makes me STRONGER. I mean dude, you’re supposed to be one of the premier cruiserweights on TNT… NOT ANYMORE BOY! Alex grins, hearing the fans buzzing for the match; he simply just looks deeper towards the camera. Alex: Loon as we face off tonight, one-on-one, remember my friend, you’re going to be my tool, my tool to show everyone ALEX EVANS IS BACK! He’s back and he’s a fucking legend! The legend! I am the greatest cruiserweight to grace that ring and Loon you’ll soon see, so I’m going to leave you all with one lasting thought… Alex’s smirks at the camera, knowing he‘s being only truthal, even if his ego speaking more than anything. Alex: …What comes up… must come down… but LOON? Alex Evans will SOAR! Alex then leaves us; he walks out of frame ready to prove to the world, his words don’t lie. JH: And we're ready to kick off some cruiserweight action, as well as sadly folks we will be joined by- TM: Smarty! SS: Tommy! TM: …Got my booze money? SS: Of course. JH: Ugh, this’ll be a long night. SS: Shove it J.R. wanna be. TM: Heh heh, that’s funny because he is like J.R…only English…heh heh. SS: Yes, I know Tommy. JH: Don’t sit down too quickly Smarty, you might break the chair. MA: The following contest is the scheduled opening contest of this evening’s Tuesday Night Throwdown Programming and it is scheduled for one fall to a finish with a fifth teen minute time limit, the official of this contest is Richard Kelly. Cult of Personality bursts through the PA and as the drums kick in, Loon makes his way out, with a big smile. He jumps into the air as red pyros go BOOM! and he runs down the wooden catwalk and over the ropes and into the ring. He climbs up on the upper-right turnbuckle and raises his hands as the crowd roars. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same, to the same cheap pop. He then hops down, loosens his neck, and turns to the stage. MA: Introducing first, he hails from Milan, Illinois and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ninety five pounds, standing at six feet exactly…HE! IS! LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN~!!! JH: You know what was funny? When Loon punked you out. TM: Bite your tongue Hitchen! SS: That piece of scum when I’m through with him will regret he ever got near Smarty Smark! Mark my words Jonathon; I will be the end of Loon as we know him. The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers… [align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align] …Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring… [align=center]Lift Up The Receiver I'll Make You A Believer![/align] …Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin. MA: And introducing his opponent, he hails from Kings Beach, California and he weighs in tonight at two hundred and eleven pounds, and stands at exactly six feet….HE! IS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLEX EEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVAAAAAANNNNS~!!! TM: Hey Smarty, there is that bum we kicked out of our group. SS: Indeed it is, guess the loser might have some use to him after all if he can defeat Loon. JH: I don’t care for Alex Evans, but what you did to him was horrible. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] At the sound of the bell Loon charges right at Alex, Evans ducks under Loon’s attempt at a lariat and goes behind him, wrapping his arms around Loon’s waist and throwing him backwards with a german suplex, spiking the loony one right on his head. Evans and Loon scramble up to their feet and Loon tries to throw a punch, but Alex bats it away and kicks Loon on the mid-section, causing him to double over. Mister High Spot makes use of this advantage by scooping Loon up onto his shoulders, he crosses Loon’s legs over his right arm right before he drops down and drives Loon skull first into the canvas with the B.A.D., going for the cover as Richard Kelly drops down to start the count. SS: Ha, that dang fool is even more pathetic than the loser I discarded! JH: He just hit the Big Air Driver! This could be it! [align=center]1![/align] TM: Loon just wasn’t in his own league. SS: And neither are in the league of my Crown Jewel, Extreme Ninja #2! [align=center]2![/align] JH: It can’t end like this! SS: It can and it will! [align=center]3~! DING DING DING~!!![/align] MA: Your winner by pin fall…ALLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEVVVVVVAAAAAAAANS~!!! JH: It just wasn’t Loon’s night! TM: That was great! Don’t you think Smarty, Smarty?! Where ya going?! SS: I gotta go handle some business. JH: What the hell are you up to?! ”Personal Jesus” starts playing over the P.A. system and Alex Evans hops out of the ring, taunting the fans as he walks up the ramp way. Smarty Smark mean while has grabbed mic and is walking away from the announcers’ table and towards the ring as Loon rolls around on the canvas in pain. Smarty Smark: Loon, you dread lock sporting, tattoo covered, and smelly fool! You strike me and you think you can just get away with it?! I’ll inform you and the rest of these idiots that cheer you right now, I said I was bringing international help to TNT to deal with you and I am! Next week we will see the debut of the first international Funky Bunch Soldier! You think the beating a reject of mine like Alex Evans gave you was bad?! You might as well just pack it in and go home to your inbred family, and your smelly trailer park and your girlfriend who is missing all her front teeth! Because if you don’t, you will understand why a stinking bum of a fool like you, some one born from lower middle class should never, I mean never touch the skin of some one of my class! You hear me?! You hear me?!? Smarty leans in under the bottom rope as he yells at Loon, Loon in a dazed like state hops off of the canvas and towards Smarty, trying to grab him but quickly Smarty Smark pulls his head back out from under the bottom rope. Smarty Smark: I said I would make your life miserable for assaulting me and I will! Smarty tosses the micro phone at Loon’s limp body in the ring and storms away from ringside. JH: An international wrestler?! What in the world is going on?! TM: I’ll tell you what, Loon is going to get his ass kicked. JH: Hopefully Loon will fare better against this international wrestler than he did Alex Evans! TM: Not if Smarty has any thing to say about it. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] As TNT cuts away from ringside to backstage, the camera seems to be focusing on Kailey Lane who is not yet in her ring gear but rather still in her comfortable clothes. A white peasant blouse and a knee high jean skirt with a pair of tennis shoes wrap up her casual look. She turns off the main hall way and walks into the backstage cafeteria area, a pleasant smile on her face as she strolls over towards the chef who is standing behind the counter busily creating some surely delectable dish. Kailey: Mmm, it all looks so good! But only one thing for me. The chef looks up from his work, tilting his puffy white hat back a bit and smiling. Chef: Oh, why hello, Kailey. Here to pick up your order? Kailey: Mmhmm. I'll really shouldn't eat this close to a match but I haven't had a thing all day. A bit of a playful smirk creeps over her lips as she looks over the counter at the chef. Kailey: Half won't hurt though. I'll save the other half for later. Everything you make is too good to waste. Chef: Always happy to know people enjoy what I do. Let me get your order. The chef quickly turns around and looks through the stack of food-laden carry-out containers behind him and, after a few moments, takes one in particular away from its friends. Pulling the receipt off of it, he turns around with a bright smile and places it on the counter as Kailey sets down a few dollar bills. Kailey: Thanks! *whispering conspiratorily* There's a little extra there for ya. Chef: Now, now, you shouldn't go around spoiling the chef. He might get used to it! The two share a smile and Kailey picks up the white food container. A curious glance back to the now busy chef and Kailey turns around, walking away from the counter. Her smile returns as she thinks maybe the chef gave her a "little extra" in her salad...or something. The box of greens feels very heavy. Extra salad dressing maybe? Sitting at one of the tables nearby, she carefully peeks into the container as if lettuce leaves were going to pop out in all directions. Her expectant look quickly shifts to to one of confusion as she pushes the lid of the container open all the way. The camera attempts to see what is there while Kailey looks ready to turn around and say some thing to the chef. But she doesn't. No words come out of her mouth as she stares at the contents of the box. Almost completely packed with white roses, the box contains yet another, smaller box which rests on top of blooms. Of course, a letter is there as well and FIW’s Southern Diva wastes no time picking up the letter, flipping it open, and quickly reading it. [align=center] [/align] Her eyes scan over the letter once more and she shakes her head lightly before turning her attention to the smaller box. Setting the letter down on the table, her hands move towards the inner box, carefully looking it over first. Deciding that it seems safe enough, she gently slides its lid aside and is astonished by the contents. Inside the box, in neat little rows, are at least three dozen bite size white chocolates, each one with a little “?” on top. A half laugh escapes her and then a "whew" of relief, followed closely by a smirk which overrides her former more concerned expression. Kailey: Cute, real cute. Still... you couldn't leave me one lettuce leaf? A crouton maybe? A drop of ranch? The camera fades on Kailey, still staring at the chocolates in disbelief. The arena goes black, a pink spot light scours one side of the arena as a white one mirrors its search on the opposite side. A static-filled buzzing sounds out through the arena until the two spotlights meet in the center of the stage, transforming to purple as “Woman’s Cry” by Shocknina blasts through the speakers. [align=center]Cry! Stab! Pain! Lie! Out of control, I love you Kill! Drown! Burn! Down! I can’t let go, I die for you[/align] April steps into the purple glow, looking around the arena before shooting an arm up into the air, causing the house lights to flood the arena with light once more. She makes her way to the ring, pointing out to her fans along the way. JH: I can't believe what we saw last week. April was the longest reigning Cruiserweight Champion in the company's history, she drove Kendra Norton from the company, and then she gets screwed out of her championship. TM: And dropped on her head! Don't forget that. JH: And now she's been thrown to the lions, so to speak. TM: Oh yeah. 'Cuz you know Ragin' is NOT happy to come out of that match at Summer of Sin empty-handed. MA: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Aurora, Ohio... APRIL LLLLYYYNNNN!!!! She reaches the ring and grabs a hold of the top chord, gazing back at the crowd on either side of the walkway before stepping in under the middle rope. She steps into the center of the ring and raises her arm up once again in acknowledgement of the fans, spinning to face all four sides before backing into her corner. She does some last minute warm-ups as she awaits the start of the contest. JH: Ragin' went into Summer of Sin with nothing to lose but the match itself and unfortunately for him, he lost it. TM: Well, that's what happens when you jump over here and try to act like the big dog in the yard. Sometimes there's already a big dog in the yard and it chews you up. JH: No one's heard from Ragin' all week. Natalya was seen traveling back from Las Vegas alone. That can't be a good sign. TM: Good sign for April if he doesn't show up. JH: Indeed. With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the TNTtron and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the stage and starting to move down the ramp. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the sides of the elevated ramp where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like the religious worshipper before their God. The words, ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say”, are the prompt for a flash of light and a series of explosions around the stage and TNTtron and two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down through the press of females on the elevated ramp, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step. TM: Okay, he doesn’t look happy. Nice knowing ya, April. JH: You see the bandages on Ragin’s forehead. He had an unfortunate incident with a cheese grater at the hands of Swytch. TM: Cheese grater, the spotlight… you name it, Swytch used it on Raign’. JH: But Swytch did not get away unscathed. Ragin’ actually set Swytch on fire in that match, among other things. As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring. MA: And the opponent, hailing from Bogorodskoye, Russia, he weighs in at two hundred and seventy-seven pounds… RRRAAAGGGGIIIINN’!!!!! TM: I don’t think Ragin’ was simply trying to win that match. I think he was trying to kill Swytch off for good. JH: I don’t think either man had honorable intentions in that match. The two square off in the center of the ring, April cautiously eyeing what appears to be a rather bored Ragin'. Despite the obvious boredom on his features, Ragin's irritation shows through, adding that extra bit of intimidation to April. April moves in for a collar and elbow tie-up and Ragin’ obliges… THROWING HER BACKWARDS THE CANVAS! JH: A lock-up by Ragin’, throwing April right onto the back of her head. TM: Whoa. This might be a little on the unfair side. Ragin’s being too rough. JH: April agreed to the match. Despite the fact she could be a disadvantage against someone of Ragin’s caliber. She showed up and she’s willing to fight. Richard Kelly checks on April, who says she’s alright and climbs back to her feet. Ragin’ steps back, allowing April to get back up. She moves in and takes a hard kick to the midsection! Ragin’ clubs her down to the canvas with a forearm shot! He drags her back to the feet and TAKES HER HEAD OFF WITH A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!! Ragin’ immediately ducks out of the ring, yelling for Michael Anderson to get up. JH: What is Ragin’ doing now? TM: Wait a minute. You said April agreed to the match. JH: Not a steel chair. It’s not no disqualification! Ragin’ snatches up Michael Anderson’s chair and tosses it back into the ring before sliding back in under the bottom rope. RK grabs the chair but Ragin’ grabs the other end, trying to take it from him. The two engage in a game of tug of war before RK wins out and hands the chair back off the Anderson. April springs up, rolling Ragin’ up with a school girl! JH: The roll-up, ref! The roll-up! TM: April’s got his shoulders down! RK turns around and notices the pin but Ragin’ kicks out of it before RK can get a single count in. Ragin’ gets to his feet first, dragging April up only to club her in the back of the head again! He pulls her up to her feet, scooping her up and carrying her over to the turnbuckle, tying her legs up. TM: You know, you can’t really blame Ragin’ for trying to take this match hardcore. He IS from Slam, after all. I think Swytch awoke something in him at Summer of Sin. JH: He may very well have but this match is NOT an anything goes match. TM: In Slam, everything goes in every match. That’s why you don’t need talent to exist there. JH: That’s somewhat of a jaded view. They’ve got some talent over there. TM: Try naming one. Successfully tying April up in a tree of woes, Ragin’ begins to boot her in the abdomen over and over and over and over again! RK yells at Ragin’, warning him to get it out of the ropes or he’ll be disqualified. Ragin’ grabs April’s legs and unhooks them, letting her crumple to the canvas. Ragin’ drags her from the ropes and casually covers her. [align=center]One! Two!! April kicks out![/align] Ragin’ gets to his feet and glares at RK, who assures Ragin’ it was a two count. Ragin’ swats at RK’s face, shoving him away. Ragin’ turns back to April, GETTING HIT WITH A LOW BLOW!! RK turns around just in time to miss that and catch April pulling Ragin’ down in a small package! JH: A low blow from April! TM: And now a small package! JH: Don’t make the joke! [align=center]One! Two!! Kick out by Ragin’![/align] JH: Aw! What an upset that would’ve been, low blow or not, for April to beat Ragin’ here tonight? TM: I’m actually kind of hoping she does. Ragin’ gets to his feet first, meeting a dazed April with another clubbing forearm to the back of the neck! He hooks her up in a chancery, lifting her up into the air and holding her vertical. He takes two steps forward and falls backwards, DROPPING HER BACK-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!!! Ragin’ floats over into another quick cover! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!! No! April just manages to kick out![/align] TM: How does she keep kicking out, Jonathan? JH: Ragin’ isn’t exactly bringing his A game here tonight. He seems to be toying with April. Possibly prolonging the agony. TM: He’s got a lot of frustration to let out. Ragin’ pulls April up to her feet, taking her by the wrist and whipping her full force into the turnbuckle! April slams into the turnbuckle and stumbles right into Ragin’s waiting arms. Ragin’ scoops April up and deliberately nails RK in the face with April’s feet! TM: Uh-oh. Ref down! JH: Ragin’ did that on purpose! Ragin’ gazes over to make RK is out before lifting April up and SLAMMING HER ON HER BACK WITH A SCOOP SLAM! He looks from April to RK before ducking back out of the ring and snatching up Michael Anderson’s chair for a second time! He tosses it back into the ring, following after again. JH: Hey, wait a minute! That’s the second time he’s brought that chair into the ring! TM: He’s looking to get himself disqualified, isn’t he? JH: The referee is down! Conveniently. Thanks to Ragin’! Ragin’ picks the chair up, slamming it on the mat as he waits for April to get up to her feet. He raises the chair and… DING-DING-DING!!! Ragin’ glances around to see RK trying to get back to his feet, signaling for the bell! TM: Did Ragin’ just… is he…? JH: Richard Kelly just disqualified Ragin’! Good call, ref! TM: But he didn’t even use the chair? JH: He intentionally hit the referee! TM: Actually, APRIL hit the referee but whatever. Ragin’ lowers the chair, waiting for RK to get to his feet and CRACKS HIM UPSET THE HEAD WITH IT!!! JH: Ragin’ just laid out Richard Kelly! He turns his attention back to April, who is trying to get back to her feet. He raises the chair… and gets it plucked out of his hands! Ragin’ spins around, getting booted to the stomach and then SMACKED ACROSS THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! JH: It’s Remy! Remy just nailed Ragin’ with that steel chair! TM: Ha! I wonder how he liked tasting that steel? JH: He took that a lot a worse at Summer of Sin. The evidence on his forehead. TM: He’s bleeding again! Remy stands over the laid our former Dual Crown number one contender and sure enough, the blood is already seeping through the bandages on his forehead. Natalya pulls Remy around and SLAPS HIM ACROSS THE FACE!! JH: Uh-oh. I don’t think that was a good idea, Natalya. Remy turns his head, barely registering the slap much further before his eyes settle back on Natalya. Her eyes double in size when she realizes her mistake. She turns to run AND GETS SPEARED TO THE CANVAS BY APRIL! JH: April almost spearing Natalya right out of her hair! TM: Almost out of her dress! Ha ha! JH: Well, April wins the match but only because Ragin’ got himself disqualified. TM: And then Natalya got introduced to a spear by April. “Feeder” plays over the speakers as Remy and April take their leave from the ring. RK checks on the unconscious Ragin’ while Natalya writhes on the canvas, holding her stomach. JH: Well Remy’s got himself a tag team match to take part in later tonight. But one thing is for sure, Ragin’s not gonna be two happy with how this night ended up. TM: He came here thinking he was gonna take his frustrations out on April. But that didn’t happen. Ahh, the crackling sound of a big fire, crickets, outdoor sounds…almost summer sounds but that all really depends on where you live I guess…Anyhow, the camera sorta flips on and we can see Sam sitting on the ground, everything placed where it always is. She’s sitting sorta in the middle of it all, quite close to the fire. Though, something does seem out of place, she’s not chanting, she’s not dancing around, she’s just sitting there, looking down at a short row of white lumps. Of course we get closer and can see small poppets, one for the cowboy, one for Tier, and one that seems to be Sam. Sam sighs, it’s a heavy sigh. From that sigh we can tell that she’s not wanting to be here, this isn’t the high energy Sam that we are all used to seeing. She picks up the poppet of the cowboy and reaches to her left and grabs a rather large spool of black ribbon and a few rubber bands. With the rubber bands she puts the feet together, tightly, then the arms down to his sides. Sam: Lazaro Naldo Gustavo Marcos I bind you, I bind you from doing harm, harm against yourself and harm against others. Sam takes the end of the ribbon and starts wrapping it tightly around the feet of the poppet. Sam: Lazaro Naldo Gustavo Marcos I bind you, I bind you from doing harm, harm against yourself and harm against others. Again she wraps it around the figure, each time she wraps it around she says the same thing. She does this all the way up the figure, making a very tight knot around his head. She then lays the poppet off to one side after cutting it free of the ribbon. She sits there for a minute, and takes a few deep breaths before picking up the Tier poppet. Sam: I never thought I’d have to do this to you… Looking close at the poppet it’s slightly noticeable that it’s recently been changed into a current looking Tier, before it was probably just Scott, and probably not used against him. She turns the poppet over and slides out an old picture of him, when they were dating probably, kato mask in place over his eyes he just looks so damn normal…well for him anyhow. This picture gets tossed into the fire, a new picture of Tier, one where he’s looking quite angry is slid into place where the old one used to be. Sam makes a few swipes with a needle and thread to sew up the hole and turns the poppet back over. Sam sighs again, just sitting there looking down at the little imitation of a man she once loved. A few seconds pass before she gets up and walks over to the west part of her circle. She dunks the poppet into the water. Sam: With this water, signifying the purity of the west and the elements that dwell there I cleans you Scott Michael Kaiser, I wash away whatever it is that has turned you into a monster. Sam holds the little poppet under the water for a few seconds more before pulling it up and letting it drip a bit over the bowl. She then moves to the north and pulls a hand full of salt out of a bowl sitting on the ground and starts sprinkling it over the poppet. Sam: With this salt representing earth, and stability in the north I cleans you Scott Michael Kaiser. Stability is something you seem to need in your life. Sam dusts her hands off on her pants and moves around to the east where she runs the poppet through the smoke of a burning incense. Sam: With this smoke, representing psychic powers and the east I cleans you Scott Michael Kaiser. Psychic powers, or any other sort of power is not what you need right now. Sam now moves to the South were there are a few small red candles burning. She moves the poppet in and out of one of the fires, not enough for it to catch since it’s wet though. Sam: With this fire, representing passion in the south I cleans you Scott Michael Kaiser. Perhaps passion for something other than creating fear in others would do you good. Sam sets herself back down where she was to begin with, the poppet now looking a bit worse for wear. She pulls out a new set of rubber bands and the same spool of black ribbon. She binds the feet together and the arms to it’s sides just like she did with the poppet of the cowboy. Sam: Scott Michael Kaiser I bind you, I bind you from doing harm, harm against yourself and harm against others. Her voice shakes a bit this time, but her hands remain steady wrapping the ribbon tightly around the poppet of Tier, just like she did before. Sam: Scott Michael Kaiser I bind you, I bind you from doing harm, harm against yourself and harm against others. This time her voice breaks and a different sort of wetness begins slowly dripping onto the poppet, it’s still salt and it’s still water but defiantly not the same as what’s already on the poppet. Sam: Scott Michael Kaiser I bind you, I bind you from doing harm, harm against yourself and harm against others. Again she wraps the ribbon around the poppet of Tier. She pauses for a second, then clears her throat and makes the ribbon tighter. If we had a second to see into her mind (which we do since I know what’s going on and feel like sharing it) we’d understand that though they are broken up and have been for a while she still cares for him, still had a few hopes that he’d turn back to the Scott she was in love with and they could be together again. Binding him is not something she’d have ever wanted to do. Sam: Scott Michael Kaiser I bind you, I bind you from doing harm, harm against yourself and harm against others. We fade out this time on the image of Sam wrapping the ribbon very tightly across the waist of the poppet. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Once again, the scene changes to someone's locker room. The camera pans around and we can now see that there is a pair of white chaps slung over the back of a chair. A few fans cheer, since they expect to see Kailey Lane any minute. A song begins to play and echoes thoughout the small space, mixing with with another, more muffled sound. "You're so vain... you probably think this song is about you, your so vain! You probably think this song is about you, don't you? Don't..." The muffled sound ends and the patter of feet is heard, then the song stops abruptly. Kailey: Hello? The view spreads out farther to show Kailey wrapped in a towel. Men in the audience whoop and holler, knowing they won't see more than that, but being men, they continue hoping for it. It is obvious to us now that the other sound we heard was water running. Kailey must have jumped out of the shower for this call. Kailey: Oh, hey JJ, how have you been? A weak smile creeps over Kailey’s lips as she answers honestly. Kailey: I’ve been better, but guess I can’t complain. Where have you been anyway? Padding over to the couch, Kailey plops down tucking her legs underneath her. Kailey: Oh? A surprise? For me, huh? Various thoughts, not all good, run through Kailey’s head as she mulls over what JJ is saying, but she doesn't let on. Kailey: Cool, can’t wait, so when do you want to meet up? Her eyes narrow in thought then widen quickly in surprise. Kailey: Next week? Oh…um…should be good. ... Okay, great. Take care. Kailey hits the "end" button, slowly lowers her hand, staring down at the cell phone for a few moments. Kailey: Yeah…great… The camera zooms in on Kailey’s expression one last time and then cuts else where. We open up as a tattooed arm opens a door. It's Graver's arm, as a Fighting Spirit Championship is draped over the shoulder. The dirty blonde-haired guy enters a very dark room with a small desk in it. He takes a seat opposite the desk, the far half of which is cloaked in darkness. There appear to be a set of hands on the table, attatched to mysterious arms melting back into the darkness. Graver: Glad you could find the time to talk. I called you, like, last week. ??????: Yes, I apologize for that, I was dealing with some business of the Vegas kind last week. The mysterious voice sounds like it is using a voice box similar to that of Darth Vader's. ??????: Now Graver, you come to me on the eve of my Tuesday night schedule and ask of me a request, now, what is it that you want? One of the hands disappears into the darkness and sounds like the mystery man is scratching his chin, parodying a certain scene from a certain mob movie. Graver's face screws up like he's squinting and sneering at the same time. Graver: ... are you wearing one of those novelty Darth Vader helmets? What the fuck are you, Jim O'Brien? A high pitched and quite annoying, rather unfitting of Vader's voice, giggle seeps out from the darkness. ??????: No, I would be Jim O'Brien if I was a fired fat slob who watched Episode Three every day of the week, which actually I found to be quite inferior to the original three movies. It is quite apparent Lucas was out of his mind by the time he made Episode Three, I mean, come on, did you see that scream? The voice pauses and seems to notice Graver's blank stare, it coughs slightly. ??????: But yeah, I am, I got it on eBay for a sweet price. Graver scratches his beard and shrugs: Graver: I dunno, it had some cool action and shit. I think people harped too much on the dorky stuff, the bad love angle and shit. Y'know. It wasn't like Han and Leia was a frickin' romance novel or anything. Plus that badass with four lightsabers... Graverous? He was cool. ??????: Yeah, he was pretty cool. An awkward silence falls over the room between the two, ??????: Uh, yeah, so, why have you called upon my services? Need some one to throw you a party on winning that gold back? I could get you the finest drinks in the world and all the shrimp cocktails you ever dreamed of. Plus quite a few nice pieces of ass, though it's not like you have a problem with matters like that The mystery man starts chuckling in a perverse nature. ??????: I mean am I right? Am I right? Huh? He eventually stops chuckling and sighs a sigh of relief. ??????: Course I'm right. Graver's eyebrow raises above his sunglasses, then rests back underneath them. Graver: Eeeeyyyeeaaahh... I'm not much of a shrimp cocktail guy. What I'm looking for is... backup. Like, legal support, y'know? Someone to lift and separate my massive, perky, litigational tits. ??????: Not only will I lift and separate those litigational tits, but I'll dust them off and put them in the finest cloth money can buy. Stuff that only true fighting champions such as yourself deserve, so in otherwords I'll take your case. Graver: Great. Just... lay low for a while until my next title defense. I don't want Madison finding out who you are and... well, making life tough for the both of us before we can put my plan into action... ?????: Don't worry, I'll be like some super secret shinobi, she and any one challenging for your belt won't suspect a thing. I'll stay in the shadows and then when the moment is right, BAM! Knock the losers trying to take what isn't theirs on their asses and make sure your mother tucks you in every night with that championship still cradled in your arms. Graver: ... did you just call me a momma's boy? ??????: What?... There is a few moments of silence between the two. ??????: No, nothing of the sort, you're Graver man! The baddest of the bad asses, the Master of Awesomocity, the fucker of all that is sexy! Just, ya know, you care about your mother too, which is awesome...and stuff. Graver stares at the shadowy figure for a good long time, then nods. Graver: Yeah, OK. You're fuckin' weird, by the way. ??????: All great minds were considered weird during their time, but with this great mind along side of your awesomocitym we will make some kind of super transformer gundam monster of doom for all the losers on TNT! An evilly snort filled giggle rings out from the shadows for a few seconds before the figure starts to cough badly, he startes heaving and wheezing heavily along with his cough. Graver: Hey, that's great. Y'know what, I think you, Kenny, and Toby Bostock need to form some sort of fanboy fanclub or something. Good to know you got my back. Now I'm outta here. Graver stands abruptly and makes for the door, and we fade on his escape. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Jun 20 2006, 09:17 PM Post #2 |
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JH: This next one should be interesting, Sam Kinloch verse Onikage. The self proclaimed Savior of TNT taking on TNT’s very own Wiccan. TM: Time to add another to the body count. JH: Perhaps, but which one’s list will the body fall under? TM: I’m saying Onikage, unlike most he doesn’t seem to belittle Sam’s…erm…other worldly talents. JH: Though it’s not just Sam’s Wiccan abilities that make her a former FIW Openweight Champion. TM: Yeah, but look at who she had to face at the time, Elrick and Torrie, doesn’t exactly scream challenging. JH: I thought Elrick was a fine athlete. TM: You would Hitchen, you would. MA: The next scheduled contest on this edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown is set to one fall to a finish and has been granted a thirty minute time limit, the official for this contest is Logan Black. Heavy metal guitars blast our eardrums as Rob Zombie‘s “American Witch” fucks our frontal lobes. The lights drop as the guitars scream, and a purple glow emanates from the screen at the entrance. The black silhouette of an oversized poppet fills it as lasers above the stage trace a purple circle. [align=center]Body of a monkey and the feet of the cock Dragged from her home on the killing rock Black dog died on a weather vane The devil‘s in a cat and the baby‘s brain[/align] BAMF! Purple fireworks erupt from the stage, and when they die we see Sam Kinloch standing in the circle. She smirks as the lights raise and she walks to flashing purple strobes to the ring. [align=center]The end, the end of the American… The end, the end of the American… The end, the end of the American… WITCH[/align] The lights suddenly cut again, Sam center-ring. The music hits an eerie interlude, and as the guitar rocks back in, the lights above spark and pop, returning to life as Sam leans into her corner, waiting the beginning of the match MA: And introducing first…She currently resides in Oakdale, Louisiana and weighs in at one hundred and thirteen pounds and stands at five feet and four inches…SHE! IS! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM KIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOCH~!!! TM: Sam is going down, and not to china town at that, Onikage has a clear one hundred and thirty some thing pound advantage on her, plus he is eight inches taller. JH: Perhaps that would be true if Sam was still mostly a striker, but with the hybrid like style she’s adopted I don’t think it’ll be quite as easy for Onikage. TM: Yeah but look at it this way, Onikage knows all the styles too, some even better than Sam does, he just chooses not to use the more hardcore style of wrestling. I mean we’ve seen him show off a few of his old lucha libre moves every now and then. JH: While Onikage may be agile for his size, he rarely shows his high flying talents, in fact I can only recall one time in his entire FIW stint that he did any thing that could be considered high flying. A soft yet tune begins to play over the P.A. system as a man’s voice rings out… [align=center]”Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer”[/align] The once soft tune is replaced by a guitar playing over the P.A. system as the Ton springs to life with the words that read “Your Straight Edge Savior”. Slowly the lights shift to a soft and light shade of blue, giving the arena almost a heavenly glow. [align=center] Can't you see I feel your pain? I've got Jesus running through my veins In this hopeless life that's turned on you Give yourself to me, I'll help you through I feed off your unanswered fear When visions of life's end appear Hand over your will and then you'll see Now get on your knees and worship me[/align] A few darker blue strobe lights scan across the fans in attendance as clouds of smoke appears seemingly out of nowhere and covers every inch of the arena. Suddenly quite a few fans start to jeer as the strobe lights all at once move towards one single area in the crowd. [align=center] Worship me On your knees Worship me [/align] Various clips of Onikage’s matches through out his FIW career show on the big screen. Mean while the row of fans near the exit on the right side of the arena facing the ring start to go crazy as security starts to run up to them. The reason why becomes apparent when a figure steps out from the exit, his long dark hair hiding his face from the cameras and fans. [align=center] In this world when at it's best Of never ending hate and death Abandon all and trust in me Escaping from reality My world it has no space or time The crippled walk and the sick feel fine Hand over your will and then you'll see Now get on your knees and worship me[/align] Several figures appear behind this man and look some what younger than him as they sport black TNT t-shirts. Whipping his head back the man’s hair flies out of his face and reveals the leather mask all too familiar to the FIW audience. The self-proclaimed Straight Edge Savior lifts his arms up to above his shoulders and is showered with jeers. Satisfied with the reaction from the crowd Onikage drops his arms and casually walks down the steps of the arena towards the bottom level of the seats, his pupils are right behind him. [align=center] Worship me On your knees Worship me [/align] Onikage reaches the bottom level and now the fans are right in the masked man’s face, throwing insults his way. The students try to keep the fans at bay while JJ walks ahead of Onikage, creating a path for him. He pauses when at the barricade for a single moment, looking out at the fans one last time before JJ and he hop over the guard rail. The other students aren’t far behind as they shortly hop the guard rail too. [align=center] Beyond this wall of life unknown I'll lead you where you need to go Void of worry, stress and pain Left with nothing but your name We've washed your brain and cleansed your soul Till' nothing's all you need to know Hand over your will and then you'll see Now get on your knees and worship me [/align] To the delight of none of the fans in the entire arena Onikage walks around ringside as JJ and his students take a seat on the outside. Swiftly Onikage slides into the ring and rolls right up onto his knees while he unzips his wind breaker and throws it off of himself. Allowing his arms to fall limp against the canvas Onikage stares up at the ceiling of the arena and nods his head to the line “Now get on your knees and worship me”. Once the music fades Onikage pushes himself up to his feet and awaits the match to begin as the lights return to normal. MA: And making his way to the ring her opponent…He hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds, standing at six feet and two inches…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! TM: Bah, stop pointing out the holes in my logic, Onikage is going to win this and that’s final! JH: Except it’s not as you don’t decide the results of any matches, the wrestlers do. TM: Yeah….well....um…..your mom! JH: Real mature Thomas, real mature. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Upon the sound of the bell Onikage and Sam jog out of their corners and start circling the ring, keeping their eyes on one another, Sam calls for a collar and elbow tie up as she marches towards her bigger foe, Onikage throws his arms up ready to lock up, only for Sam to duck out from under them and drop to her knees. To a few laughs from the fans in attendance Kinloch crawls right between Onikage’s legs and pops up on the other side of him, Onikage turns around to see Sam smiling brightly at him and waves, Onikage responds by connecting with a low side kick to the side of Sam’s shin. Little Miss Wiccan yelps as she grabs her leg and hops around on one foot, Onikage simply watching this as Sam starts to hop towards him in pain, suddenly she lets go of her leg and pokes Onikage right in the eyes, causing the bigger of the two to stumble back as he clutches his masked face and Sam grins. She charges him and in mid-run leaps into the air, she wraps her arm around Onikage’s thick neck and twirls around him, spinning him around in a circle right before she spikes him head first into the mat with a DDT, Sam kips back up to her feet and bounces off of the ropes, running back towards Onikage and leaping into the air, connecting with a running senton splash to Onikage’s mid-section, obviously knocking the wind out of him. JH: And Sam is on the offensive to start this match off! TM: Hey ref do your job! Eye pokes are illegal! JH: I don’t think Logan wants to get on Sam’s bad side by telling her what she can and can’t do. TM: This is an injustice! A flippity flopper dominating a much more technical sound wrestler! Sam rolls through the move and hops right up to her feet, though she isn’t on them for long as Onikage pushes himself on the canvas, doing a spin on it and clipping Kinloch’s ankles with a leg sweep kick, as soon as Sam hits the mat Onikage crawls on top of her, snatching her leg, he rolls her over and lifts it up, ramming the back of her knee cap with an elbow strike. TNT’s Wiccan winces and groans as Onikage drives the point of his elbow into the back of her knee cap a second time, and then a third time, and then a fourth time, and then a fifth time and a sixth time just for good luck. He gets up to his feet, still clutching her leg, he roughly kicks the side of the knee cap with another low side kick, and then places the lower half of his own leg under hers while his other leg he bends, pressing the point of his knee cap against the tender back of hers, he drops down, spiking his knee cap into hers and using his other knee to sandwich her leg, Sam cries out in pain as the fans all cringe at the sound her knee makes, Onikage doesn’t waste a second though as he gets back up to his feet and stomps away on the back of Sam’s knee cap, when she tries to start crawling away Onikage merely jumps up and connects with a leg drop to the back of her knee. Onikage rolls off of Sam’s leg, allowing the former Openweight Champ to start crawling away to safety again, after a few moments she reaches the ropes and uses them to help her to her feet as Onikage pushes himself back up to his, he stalks towards Sam, as he gets near he reaches out to grab her, but perhaps in a last ditch effort to avoid that Sam jumps up into the air and dropkicks Onikage’s knee, making him drop to one knee as she drops to the mat, she winces as she lands on her beat up leg, clutching at it as she limps back up to her feet. TM: Smart tactic by Onikage, he is neutralizing not only her agility and speed, but also her ability to use the Karmic Kick. JH: But Sam is far from out of this yet, if she can capitalize on having Onikage down like she has him right now, she could shift the momentum back into her favor. TM: Not out of it yet? Onikage is dismantling her, she is gone, she doesn’t realize it yet. JH: Is that why Sam currently seems to have the advantage? Without even thinking twice about it Sam charges, as fast as she can with a bum knee, towards Onikage, scaling right up his knee and kipping off of it to deliver a thunderous Shining Witch, sending both tumbling back to the canvas in a heap of bodies! Now having the time, since Onikage is down, Sam checks on her leg, moving it around a bit to see how badly Onikage messed up her knee, she groans and cringes a few times as she moves it around, she glares back at Onikage’s lifeless body and butt hops over a little bit, just enough to drive her elbow into Onikage’s chest out of frustration and making Onikage gasp for air. Slowly Onikage starts to come to and rolls over onto his knees, starting to push himself up, Sam fearing he might regain the advantage starts to force herself up to her feet as well, grabbing a handful of Onikage’s hair to still lead him around while he is still dazed from the Shining Witch, with her still working fine leg Sam drives her knee right into Onikage’s mid-section, nearly making him fall right back down, but luckily Sam manages to keep him from doing that as she unloads a shin kick to Onikage’s masked forehead, and unloads a second one and a third one, and a fourth one with rapid speed. Perhaps getting a bit cocky Sam lets go of Onikage’s head and takes a few big steps away from him, once again charging as best as she can at the time she aims for a Karmic Kick, she lifts her leg up only for Onikage amazingly grab it in mid-run, using Sam’s own momentum and velocity against her as he does a dragon screw to her damaged leg, sending her down to the mat, he holds onto her leg and grabs the other one and starts twisting and inter-twining legs and before any one knows it, he drops down into a figure four leglock on Sam, pressing his foot against her tender knee, Sam winces and groans, and grits her teeth as she tries to roll the two of them over. But with one hundred and thirty six pounds of difference between the two of them, that isn’t too simply, she tries to reach for the ropes and crawl to the ropes, but that fails as well, Logan Black circles around the two, making sure every thing is legal and finally it happens, Sam slams her hands against the canvas, tapping out and Logan quickly calls for the bell as Onikage releases the submission hold. JH: I don’t believe it! TM: Yes! Ah ha! This is great! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: Onikage just defeated Sam Kinloch with the figure four leglock! TM: That guy is like, the master of a thousand holds or some thing! MA: Here is your winner via submission….OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! JH: Sam put up one helluva fight, but I guess it just wasn’t her night tonight. TM: She put up a fight, so? She still lost! JH: I’m just saying Sam should be proud of the fact she put up such a hard fought match against a man whose been as successful in the past as Onikage and gave him a run for his money. TM: Bah, I knew it all along, I was never worried. ”Counterfeit God” by Black Label Society starts blasting over the sound system as Onikage sits up on his knees, Logan Black quickly raising his arm in victory before turning his attention to Sam. The fans jeer and throw insults Onikage’s way as Logan checks on the status of Miss Kinloch’s well being. Backstage, in one of the many locker rooms that pepper the corridors, we find TNT’s very own ragin’ Cajun. He sits in a chair, tilted back slightly with his feet up on the table in front of him, one leg crossed over the other. In his hand is a deck of cards which he mindlessly flicks from one palm to the other as he silently stares ahead of him. His gaze is fixed, steely and burning up with the thoughts that culminate behind his deep brown eyes. His concentration is absolute, unbroken even by a rapping at the door. Gaining no response from the champion, the phantom knocker pushes the door and intrudes into Barteaux’s fortress of solitude, though still the Cajun refuses to move. “You’re up in five, Mr Barteaux.” A slight nod and the faintest of grunts is all the acknowledgement given, and so the monkey heads back to the circus. Moments later, Remy pulls his feet off the table and drops them to the floor, dragging himself up to verticality. He leans over to his left and retrieves his newly won Ultimate Endurance Championship belt from a nearby couch, slinging it over his shoulder as he steps off out of view. The slamming of the door the only indication that he’s left the room. With Remy gone, we pan across to reveal move of the table, and more importantly, the item that had him so transfixed. A box. A black box, opened, its lid lying next to it in a mess of red ribbon. We fade, and cut back to ringside. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Our scene opens deep within the halls of the KeyArena. At the end of one hall, general manager Madison Lee stands in the doorway that’s all too familiar. While she keeps her black heels firmly planted in the light, she’s holding the door open to a room of red darkness. It is, of course, the infamous boiler room. A muffled voice comes from deep within in the room. Madison strains her ears in order to hear the voice but to no avail. Madison: What? Again, we hear the voice but it’s too far off to be made out clearly. Madison groans at the luck but refuses to leave the brightly lit hallway. Madison: I think it’s mice! The voice sounds out again, but it’s still unheard. Madison glances around nervously to find the hallway completely empty. She takes a single step into the darkness, whimpering at the reminder of the room. Madison: Ugh. This place reminds me of… ick. When I dated Max Corona. Everyone laugh now. Annnyways, Madison slowly moves through the dimly lit room, only seeing through the red haze that boiler rooms seem to have. She makes her way around the boiler and finds the exterminator knelt down by the wall. Madison: What did you say? He jumps at the sound of her voice, turning to look at her. He climbs to his feet, brushing the dust off his knees. Exterminator: Oh, not you. I was talking to the mice. Madison: You talk to the mice?! Ew! Exterminator: Hey, lady. Do you want them exterminated or not? Madison: I’m sorry, you’re mistaken. I don’t own this building. I just want them kept out of my office. Exterminator: I gotta get some traps. You just stay here and watch for them. Madison: Excuse me?! WATCH for them? No, I don’t think so. Exterminator: If you stand here, they won’t come out. If they DO come out, they’re going to your office. Madison huffs her disappointment as the exterminator heads out of the room to go get his things. Madison crosses her arms and impatiently taps her foot. She casually glanced around the room. Madison: I can see why Swytch loved it in here so much. It’s so homely… except… She sniffs the air, making a disgusted expression. Madison: Jim O’Brien failure. Something clangs in the distance, causing Madison to jump and turn to look. The camera follows her gaze, but there's nothing down there. Must be the old boiler pipes. We turn back and Tier is DIRECTLY beside her. Tier: Metaphors are amusing. If the cat goes away, the mice shall play. Trust you to be nervous about such a thing. Madison gasps, throwing a hand over her racing heart. A deep breath later and she lowers her hand back at her side, smirking at Tier’s words. Madison: There’s a word for people like you, Tier. Stalker. Ever look it up? Tier raises a curious eyebrow. Tier: I'm a fishing net? She sighs and shakes her head. Madison: Forget about it. What’s it this time? Come to taunt me some more? Or maybe you’re gonna… breathe on me? The excitement tends to wear off after the first visit. Tier: Dear Madison. I have not taunted you once since my return to power. I've merely offered you warnings. Warnings you've chosen to ignore. But trust me on one thing... Tier suddenly jolts an arm out and smoothes down the curve of Madison's side. Tier: I know that I'll always excite you... He smiles, wicked flashes in his eyes. Tier: ... in some form or another. Madison shutters at his touch and his words, attempts to step away from his hand but torn between showing fear to him or standing her ground. In the end, she happens to just shy from his touch while standing her ground. Madison: Uh… mighty arrogant, aren’t we? Tier: Just aware. I can feel you shake under my touch. And if you refuse to admit it's fear... well then it must be something else. A simple smile crosses Tier's face, but fades just as quick. Madison jolts away from Tier, cringing at the thought of him and her… THAT way. She steps away from him, putting a touch of distance between them before crossing her arms over her chest. Madison: Yes, okay, I fear you. Big whoop. Who doesn’t? That doesn’t make you special. It makes you WEIRD. So, let’s just get to the little point of your visit, please? I’d prefer to spend as little time with you as possible. Tier's smile returns, and he shakes his head. Tier: Oh, Madison. Yet again I offer you a dance and yet again you pull away. You must not understand the rules of this game. But that is fine. Not everyone can have a close relationship with God. His face darkens and his jaw set grows serious. Tier: I have come to deliver a prophecy. When the King of Hell comes to sit on your throne, it will signify the beginning of your downfall. Your pawns will turn against you and your rooks will crumble. You will drive your bishops, knights, and even your king away... and all will fall into my hands. Madison cocks an eyebrow at Tier’s words, trying to form a retort that doesn’t come right away. Madison: King of Hell? Thier shakes his head, pressing a finger to Madison's lips. Tier: You asked my silence, and now I shall give it. Until next we meet, Madison. Tier backs away slowly, his finger the last thing to disappear from view as he melts into the shaodws of the boiler room. She brings a finger up to her lips, wiping away the remembrance of Tier. She gazes into the shadows, trying to make it if he is still hiding from her but you can’t see anything in a shadow. Madison gives up and rushes out of the boiler room, mice the last thing on her mind. JH: This one’s gonna be a classic. TM: Classic ass whopping, Graver and Dante are gonna kill pretty boy and Mr. Gone too far. JH: Have some respect. TM: When they get some talent… The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a chorus of hateful boos. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage.. MA: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS A TAG-TEAM CONTEST, INTRODUCING FIRST FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE POUNDS, STANDING AT SIX FEET TWO INCHES… DANTE COLES!!!!!! The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Reaching the ring apron he slips through the ropes and stands in the center of the ring. Dante drops a knee to the canvas and posing with flexed arms turning the crowd heat up more as fireworks burst up along the backside of the ring. When the pyro is over, Dante gets to his feet and hands the belt over to the referee. JH: Dante can’t be too happy after losing at the PPV. TM: He was robbed, that was a screw job.. JH: How? He beat him fairly, Remy won by the rules. TM: Pffft… [align=center]"MY COCK IS MUCH BIGGER THAN YOOOUURRS~!"[/align] Darren Malakian's high-pitched and strained vocals shock the system as he and Serj Tankian rock System of a Down's "Cigaro" into our eardrums. Strobe lights flash from the entryway in time with the jamming guitar. Graver strolls out onstage with a beer in hand and the title over his shoulder. He takes a deep swig, giving an absent-minded set of horns to the fans. They boo him, and the horns soon turn into a middle finger. MA: And his partner, making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... he is your FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION... ... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!! Graver makes his way down the walkway to the ring, stepping under the top rope and pausing to take a look at all the fans. They boo the piss out of him, and he waves them off. Graver quickly chugs the remaining portion of his beer before removing his belt, hat, and other accessories, handing them to a ring monkey with a stern warning not to "get them all fucked up". TM: The legend himself, Graver. JH: How is he a legend? He’s one of the most disrespectful men on the roster. TM: I know, his awesomeness brings tear to my eye. Dante looks pretty confident as he stands in the corner, waiting for the opponents, Graver on the other hand, he looks a little cautious as he stands over in the other corner, looking at Dante then the entrance way. Then “Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage, a silhouette against the light that emanates from the entrance… [align=center]“Coming around my senses torn Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed As long as you see it as long as you know As long as you fake it nobody knows”[/align] MA: And there opponents, first hailing from The French Quarter, New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE pounds and standing at six feet two inches, he is your Ultimate Endurance Champion!… REMY BARTEAUX!!!!!!!! The silent giant, Carl Lucas steps out behind him, shadowing him with that stoic, unwavering expression that he’s made his trademark as the two make their way along the raised walkway. Remy takes in the sights and sounds, the house lights glinting off his championship belt as he reaches the ring and steps through the ropes. He crosses the canvas and quickly ascends a turnbuckle, throwing his arms out to the sides as he absorbs the crowd’s adulation. [align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] Carl moves to a neutral position at ringside as Remy drops down from his perch, unwrapping his belt from around his waist as he goes. He kisses his fingers and plants it on the belt plate as he passes it off to the ref, then turns his attention back toward the entranceway. He stretches his legs, cracks his neck from side to side and checks his wrist tape as he awaits the start of his match. JH: After a good win from the PPV, can he keep on his form? TM: No, he’s not a worthy champion, I mean oh I don’t know. JH: Huh? TM: He’s kinda cool, yeah shut up. The opening keyboard from “Hunting High And Low” speeds along as a white spotlight shines on the TNT stage. As soon as the guitar kicks in, two lighting bolt effects strike the stage and Rob Storm appears out of nowhere. He pumps his fist, pointing to the fans and applauding them. MA: And his tag partner, hailing from Valrico, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds and standing at six foot one inch… ROOOOBBB STTTOOOOORMMMMM!!! Storm runs full speed ahead to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He climbs to the top of the nearest turnbuckle and makes “The Sign Of The Cross” before jumping down and saluting the fans. He then begins to loosen up before the bell rings. JH: After losing at the PPV, he has to have revenge on his mind. TM: He’s more likely thinking how to lick one of the fan’s ass. JH: Thomas, your just jealous he’s popular. TM: Please, these fans adore me. JH: *COUGHS* As Remy and Rob talk, Graver still looks cautious, he moves to Dante who wants to starts the match, Michaela looks at both teams, making one member leave which is Rob and Graver, she then calls for the bell and it sounds. Remy and Dante begin circling the ring, before they fully circle and Dante then smirks, he turns and tags Graver in, Graver not looking to pleased he got a blind tag, climbs in as Dante makes his way onto the apron, tapping the side of his head. Graver not looking pleased, he turns and looks toward a angry looking Remy, Remy then goes for a tie-up on Graver, but Graver just shakes his head, before extending his hand out, looking for a hand shake, Remy looks cautious, but goes to but before Graver has chance gets caught right in the face with a punch. TM: Oh come on! He was just trying to be competitive. JH: You know he was going to do some kind of cheeky stunt. TM: Awesomeness is able too. Graver doesn’t take too kindly and comes back giving Remy his very own right, the pair just go nose to nose before a tie-up is made and Remy whips over Graver with a arm drag. Graver stands as Remy does and gets another arm drag for his effort, which seems to piss Graver off more, Remy goes for another but Graver just uses his strength to watch Remy drop to the floor as Graver lands a elbow down on his chest, keeping him down, Graver quickly stands, middle fingering Remy as the fans let out a boo, Rob Strom looks ready to whoop Graver’s ass too. Graver then picks up Remy and knee’s him in the gut then clubs him over the back before taking him up and over with a pretty lazy Snapmare, which he follows up with a pretty lazy boot to the spine, he then smirks to the fans as he flexes at his own greatness. JH: Graver showing some actual moves. TM: Best Snapmare ever right there. JH: Hmmm. TM: Don’t deny it, you know it was awesomtacular. Graver then goes to pick Remy up off the canvas, but Remy flips his arms up and starts driving some nice looking right’s to Graver’s cheek, then he hit’s a very nasty looking right roundhouse kick to Graver’s side. Graver holds his side as Remy then hops up and takes him over with a hurricanrana, causing Graver to slide over the canvas a bit, he slides into his corner but Dante just looks at him, Remy charges and with one huge as dropkick, makes Graver slide right into Dante’s legs taking Dante and Graver to the mats outside, Dante dropping and hitting his jaw onto the apron. Remy just smirks to himself, as Dante gets up looking absolutely pissed off, Graver gets up too holding his gut, he goes to slide in, but Dante tags him, climbing in himself. TM: Uh oh, he pissed him off, Kill him! JH: Was impressive though, gotta admit. TM: Not saying anything. JH: Finally… TM: Oh shut up, you miss this sexy voice. Dante come sin and starts firing rights, Remy explodes back as both fire right after right at each other until Dante gets the advantage with a knee to the gut, he then snaps Remy over with a Explodar causing Remy on impact to hold his back as Dante then fires stomps down on him. Dante then backs up, he waits Remy to sad, begging him too, Remy does but to not the result Dante wanted, as Dante charges he gets face full of boot from a impressive looking dropkick by Remy, sanding Dante reeling back, Remy rolls himself towards the corner, tagging Rob in, who looks ready for it. Rob comes in and charges at Dante, tasking him down with a clothesline, then another, then finishing it off with a impressive flying forearm smash, knocking Dante down as Rob seems to get the crowd hyped. JH: Rob come sin impressively, everyone is fired up for this one. TM: Surprised he can even run like that. JH: His isn’t THAT old. Rob then picks up Dante, he hits some forearm strikes taking Dante to the ropes, he then Irish whips him, looking for a back body toss, but as Dante comes back, he uses the momentum to hit a very stiff kick to Rob’s head causing Rob to drop to his ass. Dante then moves to the ropes, coming back, but he gets slapped on the back by Graver, Dante not looking best pleased stares a hole through Graver, he grins as he climbs into the ring and points to ante to the apron, Dante does so but not looking to happy about it. Graver then cracks his knuckles as he watches Rob slowly spin around and get to one knee, Graver then leaps off of Rob’s knee and with one heft blow, cracks him right in the face with a haymaker, he automatically goes for the cover… TM: SHINING MEAT HOOK! JH: Damn, cover! [align=center]ONE… …BREAK UP BY REMY!![/align] Remy indeed comes in and stomps on Graver, automatically making his exit though so Michaela doesn’t have to complain at him. Graver looks toward him, not really caring as he leans over Rob and starts firing some mounted punches his way, each blow taking quite a blow at Rob, Michaela tells him to stop though, counting to four before Graver stops, getting a few boo’s off the Rob Storm faithful. Graver then picks Rob up, placing him in a front chancerie as he grins at Remy, he starts firing some knee’s into Rob’s head, each blow taking quite a blow until Rob blocks his knee and holds it, Graver trying to beg him not too, Rob then pulls him into a belly-to-belly and with one helluva throw, throws him over his head with a beautifully executed Belly-to Belly suplex. JH: Amazing suplex. TM: Pfft, only cause Graver was in it. Rob and Graver both down, Dante sticks his arm out and so does Remy wanting in now, they can’t bare the thought of losing, they scream to there respective partner, which Graver and Rob hear and begin moving to there corners, even though Graver gets there first tagging Dante in, but Remy’s in too! Remy quickly charge’s taking Dante down, but he goes through, seeing Graver on all fours, he then stands on Graver’s back, but Dante comes to grab him, but NO! Remy executes the Remy-Sault, in full motion, snapping a kick into Dante’s jaw, Dante reels back into the rope as Remy moonsaults over landing on Graver’s back. JH: REMY-SAULT! TM: He kicked Dante in the face! You know how important that is too TNT? JH: Does Remy care? As Remy lands, he stands up but is in complete shock as Dante comes off the ropes, using the momentum and SMASHES!! Remy down with one of the stiffest fucking lariat’s your ever gonna see, everyone’s down as Michaela has chaos in front of her. She begins a count, only for the legal men obviously as Graver rolls out the ring and same as Rob… [align=center]1… …2… …3... …4...[/align] Dante’s too his feet, same as Remy breaking the count already as they both get to there feet, Remy then runs at Dante, but Dante lifts him up and onto the air with a back body toss, but Remy lands on the apron, holding the ropes. Dante turns to get a right fist in the face, he then gets pulled onto the apron with Remy, Remy then clubs him a few time son the back before placing him between his legs, looking for something but getting nothing but a Dante reversal, Dante then stands up, punching Remy in the face a few times, before ducking under a punch attempt by Remy, Dante then does the unthinkable!! He grabs Remy in a German suplex! And throws him over off the apron to the mats, lucky enough for Remy he comes crashing down upon Graver, who catches him in mid air and the pair crash to the mats. JH: Holy… TM: That was… JH: Listen to the fans, there loving the action. TM: Dante’s amusingness does that for ya. As Dante sits on the apron looking at the chaos he caused he doesn’t see Rob climbing in the ring, as Dante climbs up and turn’s he caught with a beautifully executed dropkick sending Dante to the mats as well. Rob then looks to the three of them, knowing what he has to do, he makes his way to the top rope, climbing it as all three stand and get into a group. Rob looks at them, before incredibly jumping onto them all with a Cross body which he gets ridiculous height with, casing all four to crash to the mats as Michaela looks in complete disbelief, but she starts the count… TM: He’s gonna break his hip… JH: Here come some crazy cruiser action fans! [align=center]1… …2… …3...[/align] Dante and Remy seem to pull themselves out of the chaos, but still look pretty exhausted… [align=center]4… …5… …6...[/align] …Dante rolls in the ring, breaking the count, as Remy rolls in just after him, Dante get to his feet quicker though and as Remy gets to his knee, he has a face full of knee courtesy of Dante. Remy drops to his back as Dante drops to one knee, he then looks down at Remy, smirking as he looks down at the fallen Remy, Dante kicks Remy’s arm in, then runs to the ropes, bounces and then comes back to drive the point of his elbow right into Remy’s chest, Dante then makes the cover… TM: THE ICON’s ELBOW!!! JH: Huh? TM: Just named it that, catchy huh? JH: Yeah, but Dante’s got the cover! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …BREAK UP BY ROB STORM!![/align] Rob literally leaps onto Dante for the break up of the cover, causing him to over roll and hit into the ropes, while all this happens Graver is up to his feet on the outside, he comes in the ring only to get told by Michaela to get out the ring, as he ague’s we witness Rob trying to lift Dante up onto to be hit with a low-blow, Rob hit’s the canvas and rolls out the ring as Dante hits the canvas, annoyed he didn’t get the three. He stands as Michaela turns to see Rob rolling out the ring, Dante stands up picking Remy up and he hits some vicious strikes reeling Remy into the corner, he then lifts Remy up to the top rope as he turns himself and places Remy on his shoulders, but Remy doesn’t let Dante hook his head, Remy uses his momentum in his legs to flip over Dante and spike his head into the canvas with a inverted hurricanrana. JH: What a reversal! TM: That could of killed him… JH: Nah, is gonna smart though. Remy lays down with Dante down too, Rob looks beaten though as he’s not on his apron, Graver on the other hand is on the apron yelling for the tag. Dante climbs to his feet, Remy’s up to his feet and backed up in the corner, he looks towards Dante waiting for something, Dante gets up and then Remy runs and SMASHES! Dante in the face with a Yakuza kick, he then drops on Dante for the cover, hooking his leg for the pin… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …BREAK UP BY GRAVER!![/align] JH: Damn, both teams are coming close! TM: Graver looks pissed, really pissed. JH: He’s not listening too Michaela though. Graver drops off and then lift’s Remy up, smashing his head into the top turnbuckle, Remy reeling back as he falls to the canvas. He then moves to apron and tags himself in. He comes in and lifts Remy to his feet, placing him in the corner and going damn crazy with a flurry of everything he can hit him with, making contact until Remy drops to all fours, Graver then looks to see Rob back on the apron, looking towards him, he raises a middle finger as he gives Remy a vicious boot to the face. Grave then walks over towards Rob, giving him some bad mouth and smirking, Rob goes to climb in but Michaela stops him, Graver turns and then removes his belt, choking at Remy with the belt, Michaela turns but she’s too late, Graver has stopped and throws it out of the ring. JH: CHEATER! TM: Haha, he’s really winding up Rob. JH: Oh come on! Graver then picks Remy up, throwing him to the ropes, but out of nowhere Remy again comes back and DRIVES Graver down with a leg lariat. Remy doesn’t even wait though, he hurries up and lifts Graver to his feet, cradling him with a wrist-clutch before DRIVING him down with a wrist-clutch Samoan driver! Dante has seen enough, so has Rob! Both come in and just run at there respected opponents, Dante booting down on Remy, Rob dives on Graver with punches, Michaela looks at everyone, trying to break it all up, but the four begin brawling. JH: It’s all exploded! TM: BRAWL! WOO! JH: NO! Michaela’s called a No-Contest! Michaela has indeed, she calls for a no contest then security to flood down to the ring, which they do but the four of them fight them off before flying at each other again, Remy and Dante really punching and brawling one corner and rob and graver fighting on the mats, Graver throws Rob in the ring but is then pulled back by security. MA: This match has been announced a NO-CONTEST!!!!!!!! The fans boo and start a chant “Let them fight! Let them fight!” Security now have control, well kind of, the referee’s and security still have each c wrestler trying to get to the other, but they can’t, the cameras cuts to commercial break as the brawl gets controlled. |
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| Lita Maivia | Jun 20 2006, 09:48 PM Post #3 |
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[align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. [align=center]Ding ding ding![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is yooouur MAIN EVENT!! Introducing first, making her way to the ring, from Nashville, Tennessee… … KAAAAAAILLEEEEEYYYYY… LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!! When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd before moving to her corner to psyche up. JH: An exciting match comings up, Thomas! TM: Exciting in that Kailey’s considerable booty is about to get squished. JH: Now, Thomas. If I’ve learned ANYTHING in all my years of announcing, it’s that Kailey Lane can handle her own against ANY opponent. TM: Yeah, but how often are those opponents homicidal maniacs that drink blood and are friends with a God? JH: Just as often as they’re psychotic bitches, Japanese wrestling machines, and human monsters like Ragin’! TM: But Tier can CHOKE people! With his… MIIIIND! “Hey Now” hits the speakers and the crowd explode for their favourite silent giant. Strobes search the auditorium before returning to the entranceway to pick out his massive silhouette cast against the entrance. [align=center]I'm a menace to society baby The police wanna relocate me They running with gun up but they can't fade me They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy I ride one in the chamber, gun on cock '6-tre Chevrolet rollin without no top Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop California to Virginia Timmy making it hot [/align] He steps forward onto the walkway, his title belt sparkling under the house lights, his eyes focused completely on the ring as his partner Remy steps out from his impressive shadow. The two begin their trek toward the ring, Remy bopping to the beat and generally trying to have a good time, Carl remaining as stoic as ever. MA: And her partner! From New Orleans, Louisiana… being accompanied to the ring by Remy Barteaux, he is ONE HALF of your TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! … … CAAARRRRRRRRL… LUUUUUUUUCAAAAAAASSS!!! [align=center]Taking long rides in the G4 plane X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane Yeah! Got the world saying my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, c'mon! Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody[/align] As the chorus kicks in the two Cajuns reach the ring, Remy dropping down to the side and moving to a natural position as Carl steps in over the top rope. He removes his strap and hands it to the ref before walking across the ring, grabbing a hold of the top set of cables and tugging at them as if to test their integrity. Seemingly happy they can hold his weight, Carl turns back to the entranceway to await the start of his match. TM: Carl’s too soft-hearted to win this match. The cowboy said the same thing about Nightmare, y’know? The night they won those tag titles. JH: I believe Carl was also involved in that match, Thomas. TM: Only ‘cuz cowboy let him be. JH: You’re a moron. How the hell do you keep your job? [align=center]"Adelante, amigos!"[/align] A driving chord from Rammstein's Richard Kruspe-Bernstein begins "Te Quiero Puta". The thundering chords and accompanying Mariachi music don't quite match the lack of light in the arena. Flames suddenly illuminate the form of the skull cowboy onstage. He leans to the side, pointing cryptically toward the sky. A spotlight shines above him as the Immortal, Eternal Red master of the skull cowboy floats down from the rafters, seemingly under his own sheer power. He lights just in front of the skull cowboy as the music softens and the flames rise higher, threatening to consume them. MA: Ladies and gentlemen... making his way to the ring, from Angel Fire, New Mexico... being accompanied by TIIIIIEERRRRR... he is the LARGEST MAN in FIW and ONE HALF of the TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! ... he is... the SKUUUUULLLLLLLL... COOOOOOOOWWWWBOOOOOOOOOOOYYYY!!! The flames EXPLODE from the stage and disappear suddenly, leaving the skull cowboy with Tier standing just to the right and behind him. The trio stalk to the ring, cowboy stepping under the top rope as Tier takes his place outside. The skull cowboy whisks off his hat and shrugs out of his coat, hanging them both on his turnbuckle. A loud "CAW!" is heard and Nemesio soars down from the rafters to find a perch atop the hat, and the cowboy awaits the start of the match. JH: Lazaro seems to be without his title tonight, Thomas. TM: … who? JH: Lazaro. TM: … the bird? JH: *sighs* [align=center]The house lights fade to complete darkness as the sound of a church organ rises up through the sound system. An ominous red glow seems to build over the stage as smoke starts to pour out and the beat of drums and hum of guitars picks up. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as two figures seem to rise up through the smoke to the opening tune of Rob Zombie’s “Return of the Phantom Stranger”. They’re quickly revealed to be Swytch, with his protégé Kennedy holding on closer than a protégé should be. Shape shifting high and a haunted eye Falling plastic and paper... DEMONS No trace of time, I'm branded sly I am your ghost master baby... FREE ME MA: And his tag-team partner… from Odessa Texas… being accompanied to the ring by Kennedy… he is your DUAL! CROWN! CHAMPION… ! … SSSSSSSSSSWWWWWWWWWYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYTCHHHHHH!!! Once the lift brings the duo fully level with the stage, Swytch takes off towards the ring, wading through the smoke as Kennedy follows close behind. Staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin as he treads down the walkway to the ring, clinging desperately to his Dual Crown belts. He steps along the apron to the corner where he climbs to the second turnbuckle while Kennedy steps over the middle rope to enter the ring. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle, his eyes constantly moving until they settle on Kennedy in the ring. JH: I do have to admit these two are intimidating. TM: Two? Try four. The holy trinity of Tier, Swytch, and Kennedy… and the “Hand of God”! You can’t box with God, Hitchen. JH: Well, last I checked this was a wrestling match, not a boxing match. All you know, is alone You see a... PHANTOM STRANGER Down you go, all alone You love my... PHANTOM STRANGER Stepping over the ropes, Swytch drops into the ring and walks right up on Kennedy, staring down into her eyes with unrelenting intensity. Swytch holds his titles out to the side, submitting willfully as Kennedy grabs the end of his chain, sliding her other hand up it’s length, staring back into his forceful gaze. Their lips tease a kiss before they pull apart, the chain now in Kennedy’s possession. Swytch grudgingly relinquishes the title belts to the referee while Kennedy departs to ringside as the haunting rhythm of ‘Phantom Stranger’ fade out.[/align] The skull cowboy can barely restrain himself long enough for Swytch to finish his entrance as he FLIES at Carl with a HUUUUUGE LARIAT!! JH: GOOD GOD!! Carl stays vertical, though, and the cowboy is forced to send a MASSIVE fist to his throat! Carl chokes on his own trachea and goes down in slow motion, but the cowboy mounts him quickly and begins laying in HARD lefts and rights to Carl’s face! JH: The skull cowboy, with an UPROARIOUS start to this match! TM: I TOLD you, Hitchen! Didn’t I tell you!? In the slight confusion, Kailey DIVES toward Swytch with a FLYING ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! Swytch JUST ducks under it, but Kailey lands on her toes and BLASTS a kick back the other way, sending the Dual Crown champion face-first into the mat! TM: The whole reffin’ show best get ahold of this match pretty quick, or it’s just gonna end up bein’ a brawl! JH: I think it might even be too late for that, Thomas! Carl SHOVES the cowboy off with a few hard knees to his tailbone and a pronounced push. He stands up and ROCKS a soccer kick to cowboy’s ribs. The cowboy stays stationary, but takes ANOTHER hard boot to the ribs and finally lies down. Swytch has returned to his feet, of course, and is finding himself with the upper hand of a grapple with Kailey. Kailey fights with all her strength, but Swytch has the upper body power. So she does what she can and boots him in the abs. Swytch growls and relinquishes some control, and Kailey mutates the grapple into a Judo hip toss! TM: This is madness! JH: You’re only saying that ‘cuz cowboy and Swytch are the ones getting owned now. TM: I’ve disliked this anarchy from the beginning! I don’t know what you’re talking about! Carl throws another STIFF soccer kick to the cowboy’s side, knocking him out of the ring. Cowboy has enough sense to land on his ass, not his face, but he’s out of the ring nonetheless. Kailey nods to Carl and retreats to the apron, and the fans applaud the sportsmanship. JH: Well, it looks like Carl and Swytch are the legal men, and this won’t be the first time they’ll have met in the ring. TM: Yeah, didn’t turn out so well for Carl last time, did it Hitchen? JH: No, it didn’t, but this isn’t like last time, is it Thomas? Swytch, filled with rage, pulls himself off the mat and lunges at Carl. Carl hunkers down to intercept whatever Swytch’s got, but this only works to Swytch’s advantage as he SNAPS upward and FLIPS CARL’S ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT OVER WITH A HURRICANRANA!! JH: GOOD GOD! TM: HA! You see that, Hitchen!? Three hundred thirty eight pounds just treated like a sack of potatoes! JH: It was an impressive feat, I can’t lie about it. It must’ve taken a lot out of Swytch to perform, though. If it did, he’s not showing it any. Swytch moves to the opponent’s corner, glaring at Kailey as he RIPS the pad off the turnbuckle! Fluff goes flying as Swytch tosses the pad into the crowd, and turns JUST in time to take a RUNNING FIST TO THE FACE from Carl Lucas! Swytch is BLASTED backward and bounces on the exposed turnbuckle, writhing in pain as Carl quickly raises a knee to Swytch’s chest, PRESSING all his weight into that metal corner! TM: HEY! That’s illegal! Dammit, stop him TC! Tony Clarke is indeed, slapping at Carl’s chest and citing the rules, but Carl seems deaf until he begins a five count. JH: Carl isn’t breaking any rules! He’s just making use of the rules Swytch broke! Carl releases Swytch before Tony can count five, and reaches a hand out for Kailey to take over. She accepts and the two trade places. Carl holds Swytch by the shoulders as Kailey gets some distance and makes a mad dash, LEAPING into the air and COLLIDING with Swytch in a sort of spinning cross-body variant! JH: Good God! Swytch’s spine must be in TREMENDOUS pain at the moment! Swytch drops away from the turnbuckle onto his knees, head weary, and Kailey backs up a few paces, setting her sights for his noggin. She pulls her leg back, but suddenly a large was of spit flies out of her mouth, and her head jerks back! JH: What in the hell!? Kailey recovers just as quick, and our camera angle allows us a view of Tier staring curiously at his hand, then shaking it as if something were coating it. He looks determined, and thrusts it forward again, and JUST as Kailey lifts her leg, she spasms again! TM: Is she having a seizure!? Kailey drops to her knees as well, her face turning red and her hands clawing at her throat! JH: … oh, god dammit! I know what’s going on! TM: She’s choking on her own ego? JH: No, try someone else’s! Look at Tier, on the outside! Tier seems rather innocuous (or as innocuous as a man of his visage can), though his arm IS still pointed toward Kailey, his fingers curled in a quaking fist. face rather determined as though fighting past something we can't see. Kailey’s eyes dart toward him, and the smallest of smiles forms on his lips. JH: He’s doing that choke… that move he used on Sam! That… that display of power… I don’t know what to call it! But he’s choking poor Kailey with it! TM: Well, go stop him, superhero. JH: Oh, shut up, Thomas! You know I can do just about as much damage as anyone! Carl must also spy what’s going on, and he charges past the rousing Swytch to DIVE into a baseball slide, catching the ropes so his feet exit the ring JUST enough to knock into Tier’s arm. His focus is thrown off, and Kailey drops to all fours, breathing heavy, as color returns to her face. JH: Well thank God! Carl pulls his legs back in and stands up… to see the skull cowboy glaring at him from the apron! TM: HA! Just desserts for messing with stuff he could never understand! JH: Never understand!? Tier was CHOKING Kailey! TM: And HOW was he doing it? JH: I don’t know! TM: See? You can never understand. Carl stands tall and strong in cowboy’s face, but that does him little good as Swytch sneaks up behind him and grabs him around the throat, pulling him BACKWARD into a backbreaker variant! JH: GOOD LORD WHAT A BACKBREAKER!! TM: Now THAT’S cool! Carl flops to the side and Swytch climbs to his feet, focusing on the wounded Kailey. She looks up at him with determination in her eyes. Kailey takes a charge toward Swytch and begins to jump into another kick, but Swytch lowers his body and quickly gets under Kailey, THROWING her backward in a back body drop as cowboy low bridges the ropes, giving Kailey PLENTY of room to SOAR OUT OF THE RING AND TO THE FLOOR BELOW!! [align=center]“THAT WAS AWESOME!” *CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAP!* “THAT WAS AWESOME!” *CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAP!*[/align] JH: Kailey has landed in disagreeable territory out there, I fear for her chances! Hitchen’s fears aren’t unfounded as Kennedy almost immediately seizes Kailey by the hair, and DRILLS her face into the turnbuckle post! JH: DEAR JESUS! Did you hear Kailey’s head just SPLAT into that turnbuckle!? TM: Yeah, well, that’s what she gets for having a soft head. Tony Clarke seems busy checking on Carl, who appears to be in a decent amount of pain, so he misses Kailey getting WHIPPED into the commentary booth! TM: ACK! Kennedy is quick to press her knee into Kailey’s cheek, grinding the back of her neck against the edge of the table! JH: STOP IT! STOP IT, YOU BITCH! THIS ISN’T EVEN YOUR MATCH! JUST GET OFF HER! Kennedy smiles simply at Hitchen and releases Kailey, picking her up and rolling her into the ring. Carl finally gets up and is escorted to the apron by TC. Swytch grabs Kailey by the arms and drags her into the center of the ring. JH: This is ridiculous! She’s like dead weight! I haven’t seen this level of treachery on TNT since… since… since the last time Graver wrestled! TM: Ooo, a whole hour. Wow. It’s good to know you aren’t quick to leap to outrage. Swytch about-faces on the turnbuckle, and LEAPS off with a moonsault with Kurt Angle-like hang time! He seems to float in midair endlessly… WHICH GIVES KAILEY PLENTY OF TIME TO MOVE AWAY AS SWYTCH CRASHES INTO THE MAT!!! JH: THANK GOD!! KAILEY’S STILL IN THIS!! TM: Calm down, man. Switch to decaf. Swytch clutches his abs and ribs in pain, curling up to his knees and bashing a fist into the mat to divert the anguish. Kailey rouses enough to see that Swytch is down, and Carl is BEGGING for a tag. JH: If Kailey can manage this, the match is DEFINITELY gonna turn in hers and Carl’s favor! She begins to pull herself toward Carl as Swytch suddenly finds himself determined to also make a tag. TM: Wise choice, here. Swytch’ taken a some real bumps and bruises, and the skull cowboy’s just a few soccer kicks into the game. Thus we initiate… THE CRAWL! Time-honored traditional wrestling spot in which both members of an opposing tag-team crawl toward their respective partners in order to make a tag and save the match, and of course do it at the same time. Carl and cowboy come charging into the ring, and melt in the center with a harsh stare-down. JH: That’s a harsh quartet of eyes glaring back and forth, there. TM: I only count two eyes, Hitchen. Two eyes and two eye sockets! Surprisingly, it’s Carl who breaks the star with a HUUUUUUUGE haymaker that sends cowboy nearly to his back. The final touch would be a neat leg trip that removes one of cowboy’s ankles and sees him back-first on the mat. Carl’s quick to sweep down on top of him, much like cowboy did earlier in the match. He manages to get two solid punches to the cowboy’s skull before a massive mitt engulfs his face and SHOVES him backward, off the downed cowboy. TM: This is like watching a Godzilla flick! One of the later ones when Godzilla fought King Kong and Mothra! All we need is a huge cityscape for them to destroy and we’re set! JH: These two do possess MASSIVE power, and unrivalled strength. Cowboy gets to his feet to face off with Carl once again, and this time the pair lock horns. Carl quickly scrunches forward to offer a quick series of knees to the cowboy’s abdomen, but the cowboy stands strong, and CLAPS a headbutt against Carl’s dome! He shakes the stars from his eyes, and cowboy SMASHES another skull into the milk dud! JH: Those headbutts are just putting Carl on dream street! He’s gotta do something before the cowboy knocks him out! TM: No he doesn’t. He can just lay there and die like a good boy. Carl struggles back against the skull cowboy, who rears for another headbutt, BUT CARL DODGES HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE! Cowboy’s skull lands ineffective against Carl’s shoulder, and the silent giant STUFFS his face into the side of cowboy’s head! Cowboy starts tensing and crying out in raging pain as Carl pulls away, spitting something fleshy and red onto the mat as blood pours from the side of cowboy’s head! JH: What the hell is-- TM: IT’S HIS EAR!! IT’S HIS GODDAMN EAR!! CARL JUST BIT OFF THE SKULL COWBOY’S FUCKING EAR!!! Not the whole ear, really, just a bit of the lobe, but still. Ouch. Tony Clarke, flabbergasted, starts to ask cowboy if he wants to give up, or stop the match, and the cowboy responds by WRENCHING his arms around and out of Carl’s grasp, then quickly reapplying them to Carl’s neck! He FORCES Carl into a neutral corner, and SQUEEZES his throat! JH: AND NOW THE COWBOY IS CHOKING CARL!! Why hasn’t Tony Clarke disqualified any of this!? TM: Special orders from Madison, I’m sure! She wants Tier and cowboy and all his ilk punished ‘cuz Tier keeps stalking her! JH: YOU’VE BEEN SUPPORTING TIER THIS WHOLE MATCH! TM: … I forgot about the Madison thing. *shifty eyes* Carl’s head has sprouted a MASSIVE vein that’s bulging and pulsating with oxygen deprivation. He squeezes his eyes shut to keep the glassy orbs from popping out as Tony Clarke begins his five count! The cowboy releases at “Fi-”, which causes Carl to drop to his ass in the corner. Cowboy stalks away, only to return with a CHARGING KNEE TO CARL’S HEAD!!! JH: And ANOTHER violent strike from the cowboy! This is a god-damn mugging! TM: A mugging?! Carl bit cowboy’s damn ear off! LOOK AT IT! It’s still laying there in the ring! Red continues to pour from cowboy’s ear as he drops to his knees, head swiveling. JH: Well, it looks like that did the job it was supposed to. The skull cowboy has lost a LOT of blood, and he doesn’t look too good. TM: Wow, you’re right Hitchen. His face sure is pale. JH: Shut up. The cowboy grabs the ropes for support, and quickly turns around to tag in Swytch. Perhaps too quickly as 1) Swytch isn’t there, he’s in the other corner, and 2) cowboy drops to the mat, oozing red, red kroovy onto the canvas. TM: Ohhh, the skull cowboy’s in a bad way, Hitchen! JH: Just like Carl? Just like Kailey? TM: Um… no. They still have all of their body parts, I think. Carl pulls himself up with the ropes, a seemingly fresh Kailey waiting for his tag. He stumbles over to her and slaps her hand, and Kailey enters the ring to some STRONG cheers from the fans! She gets up behind the skull cowboy, and drags him by the legs just far enough away from the ropes. Cowboy makes no move to counter this, and simply lays there like a three hundred fifty six pound lump. JH: Wow… I don’t think I’ve ever seen the skull cowboy this out of it! TM: Me either, Thomas… but… it’s gotta be a ruse! Yeah! He’s using his superior intellect against Kailey now! Oh boy, what a smarty! JH: … “oh boy, what a smarty”? Excuse me, are you my fucking gram? ‘Cuz you sure as hell sound like her. Kailey sort of half-hauls cowboy upward into a sort of camel clutch, but instead of clutching him like a camel, she wraps her arms around his head in a cobra clutch. JH: There it is! Kailey’s cinched in the Southern Discomfort! TM: No! Break free, cowboy! Tony Clarke squats beside cowboy who’s making no effort to stop the hold. He checks on the cowboy, who makes no response. Left with no other choice, Tony grabs cowboy’s massive arm and hauls it upward, only to watch it flop to the mat. He points a finger to the air (no, not like Sabu) and lifts the arm again. Again it droops and flops against the bloody canvas, and Tony holds two fingers aloft. TM: Ohhhh… no no no! Surge out! Hulk Hogan it, man! JH: This may be the end of the match, and it’s about damn time! Tony raises the arm again… but Kailey releases the hold! TM: WHAT!? YES!! Kailey stands up straight and then flops onto the mat, hands around her throat as Tier on the outside is squeezing BOTH fists together! Kailey flops like an electric fish on the mat, blood staining her ring gear. Carl starts to enter the ring, but the THUNDEROUS cheers of the fans stop him. He turns to the walkway with the rest of… well, everyone… to see Sam Kinloch come CHARGING down from the back with a chair in her hand! JH: SAM KINLOCH!! IT’S SAM!! SHE’S HERE TO PUT A STOP TO THIS!! Sam HOPS over the top rope into the ring, opens the chair and slides it toward the ropes as she runs, stepping up on the awkwardly set up chair before stepping up on the top rope and LEAPING OFF TO DIVE INTO TIER AND KENNEDY WITH A SUICIDE CROSS-BODY!!! JH: THANK GOD!! THANK GOD!! Kailey stops writhing and Carl puts himself back out to the ringside as she scrambles over to him and makes a tag. Cowboy suddenly SITS STRAIGHT UP, and reaches a massive palm out to tag in Swytch! He rolls out of the ring as the Dual Crown champion returns to action! JH: Business is picking up! Carl charges toward Swytch, but Swytch feints around him, grabbing him by the cranium and JERKING him backward! He quickly applies a facelock, and DRIVES CARL BACKWARD WITH A FLOWING DDT!!! TM: MIIIIIIIIINNND FUUUUUUUUUCK!!! Carl flops onto the mat, and Swytch rolls him up for a cover! Tony Clarke slides through the blood to lay the count down! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners… the SKULL COWBOY… AND… … SSSSSWWWYYYYYYYYYYYYTCH!!! Kennedy climbs into the ring, crawling through the blood to kneel beside Swytch as TC raises his arm into the air, signaling him as the winner. JH: Well, ladies and gentleman, that's all the time we have for you now. Swytch and cowboy have picked up this victory but not without a lot interference from multiple parties. We'll be back here next week-- TM: Hopefully we can find the skull cowboy's ear! JH: We'll be here with or without his ear. Ew, I can't believe said that. TM: You wouldn't dare miss it! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Alex Evans def. Loon 2.5 via pinfall April Lynn def. Ragin' when Ragin' got himself disqualified after getting caught with a steel chair Onikage def. Sam Kinloch via submission Tag Team Match Dante Coles & Graver vs. Remy Barteaux & Rob Storm went to a draw when the referee threw the match out due to losing control Tag Team Match Swytch & the skull cowboy def. Kailey Lane & Carl Lucas when Swytch pinned Carl |
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