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Tuesday Night Throwdown; June 27, 2006
Topic Started: Jun 28 2006, 02:29 AM (120 Views)
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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…
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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
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Dante climbs up to his feet and pulls Ragin’ up, tucking his head between his legs. Kailey is on the floor, screaming at Dante to get back in the ring. Dante looks down at her and that’s a mistake BECAUSE RAGIN’ RISES UP SENDING DANTE OVER WITH A BACKDROP AND CRASHING BACK DOWN THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE DESK!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

You wanted to!
[/align]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team.

JH: Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to Tuesday Night Throwdown! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner Thomas Moore! We are live in the Coleman Coliseum in Tuscaloosa, Alabama!

TM: We've got the opener of the evening right now and what a classic it’s gonna be.

JH: I can’t doubt each of there talent, but Alex’s attitude…

TM: Is awesome, he’s a role model.

JH: Too who? He’s arrogant, biased, mean, self-centered.

TM: Great ain’t he?

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…

MA: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND HAS A THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM KINGS BEACH, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVEN POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FOOT… ALEX EVANS!!!!!!

[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.

JH: The self proclaimed god of wrestling.

TM: After tonight, he’ll show the world you’ll see.

JH: If he bets Remy, he’ll have big bragging rights.

TM: He will.

“Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage silhouetted against the light that emanates from the entranceway behind him, his freshly polished UEC belt strapped around his waist.

[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]

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


He sets off along the raised walkway, proudly tapping the plate of his title belt and grinning that cocky Cajun grin as he points out favourable crowd signs and pretty girls.

MA: AND HIS OPPONENT, HAILING FROM THE FRENCH QUARTER OF NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FEET TWO INCHES… REMY BARTEAUX!!!!

As he reaches the ropes, he ducks through and sets boot to canvas, before sprinting across to the opposite side and running up one of the farthest turnbuckles. He raises his arms to the sky to a sea of flashbulbs and a chorus of cheers, before dropping back down into the ring where he removes his title belt, kisses it au revoir and hands it off to the referee before taking his corner and awaiting the start of the match.

JH: After the frustrating week Remy had last week, I think Alex will be his stress ball.

TM: Pffft, he did that last night with his bit on the side.

JH: Come on now Thomas.

TM: You know it’s true.

Alex leans against the ropes, looking over at Remy who stretches in the corner, the pair look at each other as Logan calls for the bell, it sounds and the match begins. Alex and Remy circle the ring before locking up, both trying to pull the other forward but both not able too, until Remy sweeps Alex’s feet, still clutching at Alex’s fingers though, Alex lays shoulders on the mat before raising them, Remy then gets shocked as Alex leaps up off the canvas kicking one hand and someone how landing on one feet and swinging into a hammerlock. Remy replies with a elbow right to the Alex’s head, making Alex reel into the ropes, as he comeback he gets taken over with a snap arm rag into a arm lock, Remy clutches it in as Logan asks Alex does he give up…

JH: Remy showing Alex he can play with the arm drags too.

TM: Alex come on, just low blow him.

JH: It’s not as easy as that Thomas.

TM: Yes it is… move foot back, boot in balls, they releases… simple!

JH: *Mumbling* Like you.

…Alex replies with nothing but a roll back and a stiff kick to Remy’s head, causing Remy to release the hold and drop to his ass, Alex kips up to his feet and then runs to the ropes, coming back for a dropkick, which Remy ducks and rolls to his feet as Alex lands on his back. Alex quickly stands but turns to a knee into the gut, then Remy takes him over with a Snapmare, then smashes a STIFF kick into Alex’s spine as Alex motions as if it really huts, he’s then met with another even more stiffer kick right to the chest causing him to drop to his back on the canvas as Remy seems to really get himself pumped up. Remy then runs to the ropes, comes back and lands an quick SNAP leg drop right to Alex’s throat causing Alex to clutch his throat and Remy to kneel up smiling and tapping the side of his head.

TM: DQ!!

JH: Huh? What for?

TM: Blatant shot to the throat there!

JH: Uh huh…

Remy then picks up Alex, he hooks Alex in a headlock, smirking to the fans as he wrenches it in, the fans backing him except some crazy ass women fans. Alex though pushes Remy off into the ropes, Remy uses the ropes for momentum comes back and shoulder charge’s Alex, but Alex ducks causing him to jump over Alex, Remy then again comes back off the ropes, this time Alex jumps up in the air, causing Remy to duck under him, but Alex drops down rolls to his back then as Remy comes back, takes him over and hooks Remy’s leg and grapevine’s it, hooking in a ankle lock out of practically nowhere. He wrenches at it but Remy boots back, knocking off Alex and causing Logan black to not ask Remy if he taps, both get to there feet, Alex wiping his chest and Remy shaking his right ankle just incase.

JH: Very even contest, nobody’s really breaking out on this one yet.

TM: There sussing each other out, it’s what you do when your facing one and another.

JH: Whoa… you spoke intelligently…

Alex and Remy again begin to circle the ring, but this time as instantly as they tie-up Alex is behind Remy with a waist lock, but Remy deflects any attempt by placing his foot around Alex’s. Remy then swings around grabbing Alex’s waist and moving him up and over for a German suplex, but Alex flips to his feet and then quickly snap a dropkick into Remy’s head, driving Remy backwards onto his back. Alex then sprints towards Remy, leaping into the air and hitting a standing shooting star press onto Remy, he then goes for the cover…

TM: STANDING SSP!!

JH: that came out of nowhere…

[align=center]ONE…

…SHOULDER UP!!!
[/align]

Alex hits the canvas in complete frustration, he then stands and shows off another fancy move by hitting a standing 630 corkscrew press, winding Remy who holds his gut as Alex gets to his feet. Alex then moves to the apron fast, signaling to all the fans that he’s going for something, awaiting Remy to climb to his feet though as Remy does Alex leaps onto the ropes, comes flying towards Remy, but Remy catches Alex in mid-air and throws him into a bear hug position, before then sending him over with a exploder/t-bone suplex kind of suplex, both land on the canvas as they seem warn out after the array of moves done so far.

JH: He calls that.. The Sexy Awesome Suplex.

TM: Almost killed Alex in mid-air.

JH: I believe that’s the goal of that particular suplex.

Alex lays there holding his neck as Remy climbs to his feet, shaking his head just to loosen those cob webs, he then looks towards Alex who stirs on the canvas. Remy then picks him to his feet and places Alex in the corner, he then begins firing a flurry of rights and lefts, plus some kicks into Alex, who doesn’t block many of them, just simply falls to his ass in exhaustion. Remy then backs up and with a vicious dropkick, drills his feet right into Alex, rolling to his feet and looking down at the exhausted Alex Evans. Remy doesn’t give him a chance to rest though as he lifts Alex to his feet and then places him on his shoulders for a fireman’s carry.

JH: Remy could be looking for the Cajun spice here.

TM: Come on Alex.

JH: Not biased much huh?

Remy places Alex’s feet on the ropes, but Alex pushes off Remy letting his own body weight hold him onto the ropes, before he leaps off and connects on Remy a flip over stunner, driving Remy backwards in his back from the impact. Alex lays on the floor, trying to gain some momentum from his most recent attack on Remy, Remy stir himself rubbing his jaw as Alex is up first, he awaits Remy to stands moving behind him possibly looking for something as Remy then gets hooked in a waist lock, before Remy can do anything, Alex lifts him over with a releases German Suplex as Remy flips Alex catches him with a ace crusher and connects, Remy lands down hard as Alex seemingly flips to hiss feet getting himself pumped up from hitting is newest move.

TM: FROM HEAVEN HE CAME!

JH: Wow… new move?

TM: Hell yes, that bitch gonna burn this house down!

JH: O…k.

Alex then looks down at Remy, then points to the ropes, grinning as he moves to the apron, he climbs out and looks towards Remy, but Remy rolls out the ring to Alex’s annoyance. Alex climbs back in the ring, moving towards where Remy just went hiding, he moves towards the ropes and gets shocked as Remy sweeps Alex’s feet, climbs onto the apron and then flips over the rope with a diving senton, squashing down on Alex, he rolls through and then skids to a sudden halt. Alex using the ropes climbs up holding his gut and Remy then runs to the ropes, comes back and looks for a Yakuza kick, but Alex ducks under and crotches himself into the top rope. Alex then takes advantage and hit’s a snap enziguiri knocking Remy down to the canvas, Alex then kneels up smirking to the fans as Remy seems down and out.

JH: Beautiful Enziguiri by Alex.

TM: See, he hit the spot.

JH: Don’t start rhyming…

TM: But…

JH: …No.

Alex points to the top rope’s dragging Remy to the corner area, Alex then climbs to the top ropes and smirks as he looks down at Remy who looks out. Alex then signals for something as he stands up properly, turning around and then jumps…

TM: PUNKED OUT!!

…Alex leaps off corkscrewing and 630’in in the air before landing down hard on the canvas as Remy’s moved, Alex crashes to the canvas holding his gut, he can’t help standing though holding his stomach in complete agony, Remy seeing the opportunity runs to the ropes and then sprints towards Alex, Alex turns to…

JH: MOB HIT!!!

TM: No!

JH: Connected!

…Get a face full of boot right in the face, taking Alex down hard to the canvas knocking Alex clean out with a vicious Yakuza kick, Remy then drops down on Alex for the cover, pinning him as Logan drops for the pin himself…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO!

…THREEE!!!
[/align]

JH: Remy wins.

TM: Dammit!

JH: Awesome contest and nice win for Remy.

The bell sounds as Logan and Remy stand…

MA: AND YOUR WINNER… REMY BARTEAUX!!!!

…Remy takes his UEC belt and turns RIGHT INTO A STEEL CHAIR TO THE FACE!

TM: Holy shit! Where did that come from?!

JH: Remy was just knocked clean out!

**Ragin throws the chair to the mat and stares down at the prone Remy, purposely stepping over his body so he can stand above him. The Master of the Rage stands unmoving, breathing heavily as the first signs of life start to appear from Remy. He twitches and groans, rolling slightly and raising his hand to his head while Ragin’ slowly looks up at the masses surrounding the ring. He smiles wickedly.

Ragin’ finally moves, stepping over to the ring ropes and calling for a mic that is duly tossed in his direction. He glances back at Remy, who is starting to recover his wits somewhat, managing to get his eyes to flicker open and see the Master of the Rage standing before him, looking less than pleased.**


Ragin’: “Seven days ago, I should have stood in this ring celebrating the greatest achievement in the history of Full Intensity Wrestling, I should have been looked on in awe as the grandest of ceremonies was thrown in honour of my greatness. Instead, because fate conspired against me out in the desert of Nevada I was stuck in the midcard against an annoying bimbo that is not, and will never be in my league. I mean, I ask you all… what the fuck is the Cruiserweight title?”

**The fans respond with boos, with a number of fans trying to remind Ragin’ about the prestige of the title which he would besmirch.**

Ragin’: ”But worse than that, I end up losing to said bimbo thanks to a disqualification by an incompetent referee AND when I try to get the justice that I deserve this… chump before you cracks me across the head with a steel chair.”

**The assembled cannot help but cheer this fact much to Ragin’ displeasure.**

Ragin’: “I may not be Dual Crown champion yet, but the clock is ticking. It will happen, it is my fate, it is my… destiny. This man, however, has a different destiny.

What’s in store for you, Remy?”

**Ragin’ unravels his hand in Remy’s direction, with the Cajun having flopped back to the mat with a grimace as he holds his pounding head.**

Ragin’: “You get to find out why they call me the Master of the Rage. Swytch and I… we went to Hell and we battled tooth and nail, and no-one who went through what we did can hope to come out unaffected. Maybe Swytch has awoken something in me, something that for years has been shackled. When I face him, I need victory, but when the outcome is less important? Then I can play. I want to play, Remy. I want that red haze again where nothing but the annihilation and humiliation of my opponent matters.”

**Ragin’ paces around the ring slightly, his gaze moving between the fans and the audience.**

Ragin’: ”I feel angry, Remy. Angrier than I’ve felt in a long, long time. If Swytch and I are to dance this dance again then I want to be ready, I want him to really feel it, and that means I need to feed my rage. That’s where you come in, Remy, you, and your whore and anyone else who wants to be violently stamped out by me. You’re practice, all of you. Easy game until I seek out the real prey. I’ll make myself meaner, deadlier, more ruthless than ever, honing my skills on each and every one of you until the time comes when I am… unstoppable.

And when that time comes what you all saw at Summer of Sin will be like a cute little Kindergarten party compared to what will come. The hunt begins soon, and we are no longer declawed…”

**Ragin’ scoops up the steel chair and walks toward Remy. By now, Remy has recovered his wits and nimbly manages to slip through the ring ropes just as the chair rattles the top rope, Remy escaping by an inch. Their eyes lock, with Ragin’ standing clutching the chair while Remy retreats away from the ring.**

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

We fade into a scene of the lobby of the Coleman Coliseum. We are behind a rather portly fellow wearing a vest and carrying 3 pieces of luggage. He makes his way down an Authorization Required Area, and stops at a locker room of the resident goofball.

Unknown character: Now I know somebody was expecting me.

We hear a frantic rustling from inside the room.

Unknown character: And I KNOW somebody's gonna open this door soon, right?

Person inside room: Hang on a second!

The door swings open to reveal a Loon, and he embraces this new person in a big hug

Loon: Ben! It's been awhile, mate!

Ben: That it has, Loon, that it has.

The two go into the room and Loon scrapes a bunch of debris off of the couch, and Ben sits where it was. Loon, dress in only his wrestling shorts, goes into the bathroom to get the rest of his gear on.

Ben: I thought you might like to know, Loon, that I'm gonna be staying with you for a while.

Loon: Rawkin' dude.

Ben turns to the endtable/minifridge next to him and pulls out a diet Pepsi.

Ben, cracking the Pepsi open: So, do you know any more about this "International Superstar"?

Loon: Well, apparently he's got a "legend", but I don't care.

Ben: Why not?

Loon: Because knowing Smarty, it's probably a long-haired freak with a midget manager and an obsession with cabbage.

Ben laughs as Loon reappears and sits in the recliner, in full wrestling gear. He sighs and shakes his head.

Loon: Well, Ben, it's nice to have you back.

Ben: It's nice to be back. Gonna make a few... adjustments.

Loon: What do you have in mind?

And we fade out as Ben starts talking.

JH: What is coming up next should be a very interesting contest.

TM: Yeah, interesting as in Loon is going to get his ass handed to him.

JH: Well we haven’t even seen this so called international superstar yet, so we don’t know for sure.

TM: True, but you just know with a god among men like Smarty Smark that it’ll be enough to defeat Loon!

JH: Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

TM: I hate waiting to watch ass kickings.


MA: The following contest is the scheduled second match of the evening and it is scheduled for a fifth teen minute time limit and one fall to a finish, your official 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, and stands at six feet exactly…HE! IS! LOOOOONNNN NNNNUMMMMBERRRR TWOOO POINT FFFFFFFIIIIIIVE~!!!


TM: And he’s going to be a dead Loon in a few seconds.

JH: Loon may be only one hundred and ninety five pounds but he has the heart of a man five times his size, I think if he does go down he’ll go down swinging.

TM: Dear god! He has the heart of a nine hundred and seventy five pound man?! I’m surprised his heart hasn’t exploded yet!

JH: …Har har har


”Drugs” the instrumental version by Lil’ Kim starts playing over the sound system as the lights dim into a golden tint, the fans already starting to jeer for this entrance, footage of Smarty Smark and Extreme Ninja #2, and Paper Bag Man is shown on the big screen. Suddenly from the behind it the curtain is thrown back and Smarty Smark walks out, closely followed by Paper Bag Man and Extreme Ninja #2 who is wearing the FIW World Cruiserweight Championship. The Manager of the Superstars turns around and points to the curtain, suddenly a man walks out from behind it swinging a katana wildly; he is dressed in samurai armor as he shouts gibberish that sounds kind of like Japanese. All four of them make their way down the ramp way as the international wrestler gets heavily jeered at.


MA: And introducing his opponent…He hails from Tokyo, Japan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty five pounds, and he stands at six feet…HE! IS! THE! SSSSAAAAAMMMURRRRAIIIIIIIIIIII~!!!


JH: …What the hell?

TM: Ah ha! Loon’s in for it now! The Samurai is here to take care of him!

JH: You….knew about this?...

TM: Well yeah.


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


The Samurai yells more gibberish to Loon as the lights go back to normal; Smarty helps the Samurai take off the upper torso and lower torso part of his armor, revealing his very pale yet defined figure. Loon looks at the poofy pants the Samurai is wearing and raises an eyebrow, the Samurai thrusts his katana downward, sticking into the corner’s canvas as he takes off his helmet, revealing him to have a widow’s peak style hair put into a high and short pony tail. Richard Kelly walks over to the Samurai and asks him if he understands the rules to which the Samurai just shouts gibberish Japanese into Richard’s face and scares the referee away from him, the Samurai and Loon start circling the ring from one another, keeping their eyes on each other as the Managerial Firm of Smarty Smark and Smark watch from the outside. As soon as Loon gets close to tie up with the Samurai, the man from the land of the Rising Sun unloads several chops against Loon’s chest, quickly grabbing him from the side and throwing him over his head, spiking him on his neck with a saito suplex.

TM: The Samurai is taking it to Loon!

JH: This is embarrassing.

TM: How so?

JH: That wrestler in the ring is a joke, if I were Smarty I’d want a refund.

Richard Kelly checks on Loon as the Samurai laughs evilly, getting up to his feet and playing to the crowd while they jeer him, yelling gibberish Japanese at them in response, casually Loon sits up and blinks. He looks around as if he hadn’t been phased in the least by the Samurai’s attacks, shrugs and gets up, the Samurai turns around and sees Loon getting to his feet and charges him, he shouts out a battle cry and lifts up his arm for a lariat, he connects but ends up flying back from the impact and tumbling into a ball as Loon just stands there. Loon races towards the Samurai as he gets up to his feet, crouching down in mid-charge and nearly breaks the Samurai in two with a tackle like spear, otherwise known as Within a Mile of Home! Not wasting a single second Loon rolls up the Samurai and hooks both his legs as Smarty tries to rally the Samurai to kick out.

JH: Within a Mile of Home! This could be it!

TM: No! It can’t end like this! It just can’t!


[align=center]1![/align]


JH: It seemed like the Samurai was so weak none of his attacks even phased Loon!

TM: Shut up damn it!


[align=center]2![/align]


JH: If I was Smarty, after seeing that, I’d REALLY want a refund.

TM: Come on Samurai! Channel your ancient Japanese chi and kick out!


[align=center]3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
[/align]


JH: Loon did it! Loon did it!

TM: Noooooo!


MA: Here is your winner by pin fall….LOOOOOOOOON~!!!


Before Loon’s music can even start Loon snatches the micro phone from Mister Anderson.

Loon: Smarty!

Smarty Smark glares up at Loon as Loon stares back at him, the fans cheering wildly for Loob.

Loon: I dealt with your little test, now I want one thing and one thing only from you!

He continues to glare up at Loon and says “Oh, what’s that smelly fool?” without a micro phone that is barely picked up by the camera.

Loon: I want Ninja in a title match!

The fans go absolutely nuts as Smarty’s eyes nearly bug out of his face, he looks over at PBM who is freaking out as well and looks over at Extreme Ninja #2. Extreme Ninja #2 simply stares up at Loon who shares the stare right back at him as the fans cheer, slowly Ninja starts to nod his head yes as the fans explode with cheers and Smarty looks like he might have a heart attack, he yells some thing to PBM and PBM scrambles around ringside.

Loon: Then it’s settled, we’ll have ou-

Smarty Smark: Nothing is settled about this you smelly and ignorant fool!

Smarty says into the micro phone PBM got him, the fans jeering heavily in Smarty Smark’s general direction.

Smarty Smark: You aren’t getting any where near my crown jewel’s championship belt! You hear me?! Not getting any where at it at all! You are unworthy of facing my managerial firm’s crown jewel for his championship!

Nearly instantly Smarty’s expression changes and it seems a light bulb went off in his head, he smirks sinisterly.

Smarty Smark: You want a title shot at my crown jewel, eh?

Loon: Yes!

Smarty Smark: Alright then!

The entire arena is once again cheering loudly as Smarty smiles quite smugly.

Smarty Smark: But! Only on one stipulation can you gain this championship shot you fool! You must impress me!

Loon glares down at Smarty as the fans quickly shift back into jeering again.

Smarty Smark: You will next week and for as many weeks as it takes for you to impress me or for you to get injured will face yet another international star!

Loon: Fine, I beat one of them, I can beat more!

Suddenly Smarty Smark’s attention turns towards the Samurai laying on the canvas.

Smarty Smark: As for you! I paid good money for a warrior from Japan and I get you?! You made an embarrassment to me and no one embarrasses the Smarty Smark name! You are getting deported back to Japan immediately!

And with that Smarty tosses the micro phone at the Samurai, Cult of Personality starts playing over the sound system as Smarty and PBM turn their backs on the ring, walking up the run way. Extreme Ninja #2 stays behind for a few moments, staring up at Loon who stares back down at him, the fans cheering happily as Ninja waves slightly to Loon before turning around and leaving with his manager & his manager’s assistant.

TM: Ha! Loon’s screwed now! Yet another international star will be waiting for him next week!

JH: I’m not sure how well Loon will be able to manage this task, seems more like a tactic from Smarty to ensure Ninja doesn’t lose the belt to Loon.

TM: Pffft, Ninja will never lose that title.

JH: I don’t know about that, April might just take back what’s hers in many fans’ minds tonight.

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

The camera fades to black and slowly fades back in. A small box at the bottom of the screen reads "Recorded earlier in the week" as the view opens on a quiet country road. The camera pans showing fences and trees lining the half-dirt half-paved lane, and then focuses on a certain dirt drive. The trees over head lend coolness to the hot day as sunlight dapples through the leaves. A dragonfly flitters around in the light breeze then stops for a moment's rest on a nearby fence post.

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Popping up suddenly in front of the camera is none other than Onikage's errant student, JJ, dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a black buttoned up short sleeve shirt. JJ couches down to pet the dog beside him as the sound of a car driving down a road off camera is heard. The engine noise grows louder and louder until the car turns into the driveway, not getting far before it stops in front of JJ and the dog. JJ looks up and a smile spreads across his face as the car's roar dies into silence. The door of the Camaro opens and out steps quite the familiar figure despite her face not being seen, wearing a pair of jean shorts and a white blouse. The dog's tail starts wagging happily as it races over to the woman's side, jumping up on her leg. She bends down and ruffles the dog's fur, exchanging hellos with the four-legged fellow, equally happy to see him.


JJ: Glad you showed up, was starting to worry you weren't going to, Kails.

Kailey: Well, you did say you had a surprise for me...

Kailey looks around suspiciously and, upon not seeing anything out of the ordinary, she is relieved.. though still mighty curious... and a bit agitated.

Kailey: ... though I didn't expect it to be at my place. I haven't been here in a while. It is good to be home.

Kailey takes another look around and then kneels down to pick up a stick. She waves it in front of the dog who barks loudly and Kailey laughs as she throws the stick away for the dog to fetch. She flashes JJ a playful smile.

Kailey: Charlie doesn't generally like strangers. Carrying around a steak in your pocket or something? Beggin' Strips maybe?

JJ's chest puffs a bit as he stretches his arms over his head and smirks at her.

JJ: Yeah, well, I was raised on a farm so I'm use to being around animals. They animals seem to like me.

Kailey raises an eyebrow.

Kailey: Oh? You... were raised on a farm?

This time it is JJ's turn to raise an eyebrow, but more in puzzlement as to what Kailey is getting at. Kailey doesn't notice the look because Charlie runs back with the stick and Kailey tosses it again.

JJ: Uh, yeah, is that so hard to believe?

Kailey looks over JJ as a few seconds of silence passes between the them and a smirk inches across her face.

Kailey: Never took you for a farm boy.

Grinning, FIW's Southern belle stands up and dusts her hands on her shorts. She looks at JJ sort of sideways, a look of playful uncertainty in her smiling eyes.

Kailey: ... Shall we?

JJ points over his shoulder toward the new farm house that was built after the tornado took out the old one.

JJ: It is around back.

Her curiosity piqued, Kailey's eyes widen.

Kailey: In the back?

JJ: Yup, come on, let's go.

He starts to turn around and head up the driveway but, before Kailey can even take a full step forward, he turns around to her in a panic as if he suddenly remembered something.

JJ: Wait, wait, wait! Nearly forgot! You need to close your eyes.

Once again Kailey arches an eyebrow at JJ and looks at him like he's crazy, which he just might be.

Kailey: Alright... lead the way then.. just no funny business, okay?

JJ: Really Kails, when would I try any funny stuff?

JJ smiles innocently as Kailey stares at him and shakes her head, sighing a bit before closing her eyes. He strolls behind her and rests his hands against her shoulders. Carefully as to not go too fast, he leads her up the drive way, Charlie following behind them happily. It doesn't take long for them to reach the front porch and JJ taps on her shoulder signally her to stop.

JJ: Steps are up ahead.

Kailey maneuvers the steps with JJ's hand on her arm and the duo walks across the porch that leads around the side of her house, aiming for the back yard. It only takes a few moments for them to reach the back, JJ taps Kailey on the shoulder and gets her to stop again. Leaning in over her shoulder, he half whispers.

JJ: Okay, open your eyes on the count of three.

Kailey: Are you kidding me?

JJ: Aw, come on, indulge me a bit here.

Kailey: Fine, fine...

JJ: One...

JJ hurries out from behind her and walks up to the end of the porch, kneeling down as the dog walks over to him.

JJ: Two....

A big, wide grin spreads across his lips as he stares up at Kailey.

JJ: Three!

Kailey opens her eyes. Resembling a deer in headlights, Kailey's eyes widen in shock. The camera pans around to reveal what she sees as she stands completely still and totally speechless. There, planted in her backyard, are thousands of brilliantly colored flowers of multiple colors, all of them making up a picture. A picture of Kailey Lane herself, from one of her FIW photo shoots.

JJ: Surprise!

JJ gets up to his feet and walks over to the still stunned Kailey and nudges her side with his elbow and winks.

JJ: My mother was a gardener, my father was the farmer. So whatcha think?

The Southern gal tries to speak, only no noise comes from her moving lips. Finally, she looks at JJ and exhales a bit.

Kailey: That.. is... I .... just... wow ... not what I was expecting...

JJ blinks and looks once again utterly puzzled by what Kailey has said.

JJ: What were you expecting?

She looks over at him, realization hitting that she probably just said something best kept to herself. She quickly recovers and smiles, laughing nervously.

Kailey: Ah.. hmm.. nothing... not important. This is very sweet, JJ. As my Grandma would say, "It's good as snuff and not as dusty."

Kailey wraps her arm around JJ's waist a bit in a half-hug and gives him a slight squeeze causing JJ to grin amazingly even brighter than before. As Kailey's eyes give away the rampant thoughts flying through her mind, she smiles weakly behind JJ's back, and the camera cuts back to ringside...
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JH: This next match should be quite interesting, it is pitting the former Fighting Spirit Champion against the self proclaimed Straight Edge Savior.

TM: Onikage been on quite the roll lately and Rob is a wuss bag, so Onikage is getting the win here.

JH: I wouldn’t be too sure, Rob could possibly take the win out from under the younger wrestler’s nose.

TM: Oh come on, Onikage is probably one of the few guys who can rival Rob in technical ability on TNT, and he has a more evolved version of the style.

JH: There is an old saying, what ain’t broken, don’t fix it.

TM: Whoever said that is a hick and a moron.


MA: The following contest is the third scheduled match for this evening’s edition of TNT and is scheduled for one fall to a finish with a thirty minute time limit, the official for this contest is Michaela Menendez.


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. 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.


MA: Introducing first…He hails from Valrico, Florida and weighs in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds, and standing erect at six feet and one inch…He is the Technical Ecstasy…HE! IS! RRRROOOOOOB SSSSSSSSTOOOORRRRMMMMM~!!!


TM: Time to put this old dog down for good.

JH: I think that old dog might has quite a few tricks still up his sleeve.

TM: Right, how can he possibly win? He’s older, he’s shorter, he’s smaller and his style is a inferior model to his opponent’s.

JH: It’s not always the biggest or the tallest or the most youthful or even the man with the most advanced and varied style that wins Thomas, there is a thing called the human will to fight, the fighting spirit more commonly known, and no man represents that better than Robert Storm.


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 introducing his opponent…He hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds, and he stands at a grand total of six feet and two inches…He is the Straight Edge Savior of FIW…HE! IS! OOOOOONNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAGE~!!!


JH: And then there are men like this man, a man who has a hybrid style of new and old yet shows no respect for his seniors, for his veterans, for the men that kept this business alive to this point where he could compete in it.

TM: Oh come on, you are being stupid, Onikage respects his elders, just not the ones who slouch in their old age like Rob or Jim.

JH: Winning the Fighting Spirit Championship, a championship that Onikage has never won I wouldn’t exactly consider slouching.

TM: Yeah but Graver let him win it, and then papa bear wanted his belt back so he took it.


Both men stare across the ring from one another in their respected corners as Michaela explains the rules of the match, turning her head to face the other one every few moments, once she finishes she asks them if they understand, Rob answers with a yes and Onikage answers with a slight nod. The referee walks over to Onikage’s corner and asks for a check, he extends his arms in front of him and continues to stare across the ring at Rob as Michaela pats his arms and body down, lifting up his legs for her to check when she asks. Once she is done she walks over to Rob’s corner, doing the same with the veteran, and just like Onikage, Rob’s eyes never leaves his opponent’s form, both men cracking their necks and doing a few last minute stretches. Michaela walks back to the center of the ring and calls them both in, slowly both men obey her and walk forward, Onikage and Rob having near mirror expressions of caution, they soon are standing almost face to mask with one another, she asks for a hand shake between the two of them. Rob slowly and cautiously extends his hand to Onikage, the Straight Edge Savior accepts it with his own hand and shakes it, he stares at Rob with a look of intensity that Rob shares as well, the fans fading into a rapid quiet as Onikage says “I will end you Robert”, Rob smiles weakly and says “We’ll see Vitamix” while Michaela calls for the bell.


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


Upon the sound of the bell Onikage and Storm break their hand shake and start, at a jogging pace, circling the ring from one another, keeping their eyes locked on their foe for tonight. Slowly they start to get closer and closer to one another, until they lock right up in a collar and elbow tie up, both men jocking for position, Onikage gaining a slight advantage due to his extra mass. Rob suddenly snatches Onikage’s arm and goes behind him, twisting the bigger man’s arm in an arm wringer as Onikage winces in pain, the fans cheer happily as Storm wrenches more and more on it. Not to be derailed quite yet, Onikage rears his elbow back, clocking Rob in the face, and rears it back a second time, clocking him in the face a second time, and then a third time, and the fourth time Rob manages to duck the elbow, however the fifth time is the charm, knocking Rob silly as he releases the hold.

TM: Pffft, Rob showing why he is an over the hill gramps.

JH: I thought that was a pretty impressive piece of technical wrestling.

TM: You would since you’re such a Storm fan.

JH: Can’t deny that though you aren’t one to talk, you seem to like Onikage quite a bit.

Onikage whips around and clobbers Rob in the face with a roaring elbow, causing the smaller of the two men to stumble backwards, though he manages to catch himself before he falls. FIW’s sXe Savior extends his hands, calling for a knuckle lock tie up, and Rob, all be it a tad dazed, accepts the offer and inter-clasps his own hands with Onikage’s, the two immediately start pushing towards the other, their chests pressing up against one another. In the blink of an eye Onikage manages to gain the advantage and lock Rob right into a side headlock, wrenching back on it as Rob winces and groans while in the submission hold. Michaela circles around the two to try and see if Rob wants to give, slowly Rob’s body starts to become more and more lifeless, but before he can fully fade the fans all start clapping along to a beat, trying to rally on the former SIC, their cheers and support give Rob enough energy to throw Onikage off of him, sending the larger man into the ropes.

JH: Once again these two men lock up and exchange submission holds!

TM: Bah! Rob cheated!

JH: What on Earth are you talking about?

TM: He cheated to get out of that headlock! Ref D.Q. the man! Hurry! Quick!

Springing off of the ropes Onikage barrels back towards Rob, but Storm knocks the bigger man right off of his feet with an amazing standing dropkick, Rob kips right back up to his feet to applause from the fans in attendance. The masked oddity clutches at his masked face as he pushes himself up to his knees, getting up to his feet only for Rob to wrap his arms around Onikage’s waist from behind, with quite a deal of effort Storm lifts up Onikage and moves him to the side before bringing him down face first to the canvas. Quickly Rob glides over to the front of Onikage, trying to lock in a front face lock, however Onikage’s hands bat Rob’s away several times, Onikage quickly rolls over onto his back and bats away each attempt Rob makes to lock him into the submission, as Rob does the same with Onikage’s attempts. To an even larger applause from the fans the two men scramble and roll along the canvas, taking a page out of amateur wrestling as they try to lock each other into some what basic submission maneuvers, it ends with both men getting to their knees in almost mirror images of one another in ready stances to go again, the fans by now cheering for both men.

TM: Ha, Onikage schooled Rob on the mat so like a coward Storm ran.

JH: I don’t think that’s exactly what happened Thomas, while I may not like Onikage a whole lot I must say that exchange was quite impressive.

TM: Don’t worry, soon enough Onikage will put this old man to bed without his little blue pills to keep him going.

JH: That was so offensive and tasteless I refuse to even respond to it.

Rob and Onikage both get up to their feet once more, keeping their eyes locked on each other, Storm charges Onikage and lifts up his arm, going for a vicious lariat however Onikage ducks it and grabs Rob’s arm, floating him over right into Onikage’s welcoming arm which wraps around his neck and spikes him head first into the canvas with a DDT! Onikage keeps his arm wrapped around Rob’s neck and wrenches back on it in a kneeling position, taking it from a DDT to a front face lock, Michaela asks Rob is he gives and Storm continually shakes his hand no to make sure the referee doesn’t call for the bell. Suddenly Rob hooks Onikage’s leg and rolls the two of them over into a rather awkward looking pin fall attempt, before Michaela can even get down to make a one count Onikage releases his submission hold and scrambles out of the pin fall attempt, Rob clutching at his neck as he gets up to his feet, staring up at Onikage with a playful smile. In the blink of an eye Onikage charges Rob and goes for a running elbow strike, only for Rob to snatch him and use Onikage’s own momentum to throw him over Rob’s head with a belly to belly suplex, Onikage rolls right back up and charges at Rob again and this time Storm uses Onikage’s own momentum to throw him over his shoulder with an arm drag!

JH: Rob Storm is certainly getting the best of Onikage at this moment.

TM: Gargh! Curse that old man!

JH: Why is it that you keep referring to him as an old man, he is only thirty one?

TM: Because he is a smelly old person who needs to be put in diapers after Onikage is done with him here, that’s why!

Rolling back up to his feet, Onikage is surprisingly calm for being one upped like that, he rushes towards Rob Storm once again and Rob gets ready to snatch him for another belly to belly, but Onikage fakes him out, ducking under Rob’s clutches and going behind Storm, before the veteran even knows what is going on Onikage wraps his arms around Rob in a rear naked choke! Onikage wrenches back on it as the fans jeer him heavily, Michaela checking to make sure it doesn’t slip into being illegal, the Straight Edge Savior continues to apply as much pressure as he can to the hold, more and more Rob starts to slip away, his body becoming limp and he starts to fall, Onikage dropping down to one knee to keep it locked in. The fans start clapping and cheering wildly, trying to rally Rob up once more, Onikage glares down at Rob as he is applying so much pressure he looks like he is trying to snap Storm’s neck in two, but sadly for him, the fans support starts to affect Rob, his arms slowly start to shake and rise, his body starts to come back to life, Onikage shakes his head in disbelief as Rob plants one foot against the canvas and he gets up to one knee. Rob opens his eyes and groans and cries in pain as he pushes himself up to his feet, he snatches Onikage’s head from behind and drops back down, spiking Onikage’s head with a modified stunner type maneuver, freeing him from the hold, Rob exhales with relief as he sits there, though amazingly Onikage roars in rage and stops himself in mid-stumble, grabbing the rear naked choke right back onto Storm! All of the fans jeer heavily as the strength quickly saps from Rob’s body, it falling against the canvas and Onikage lays on his side, locking in a body scissors around Storm’s waist, Michaela kneels beside them, constantly asking for a reaction from Rob as Onikage glares almost demonically at Rob and looks like he is about to pop Rob’s head off like a grape, suddenly Rob’s near limp hand against the canvas starts lightly tapping against it, luckily for Rob Storm Michaela notices and calls for the bell, immediately Onikage releases the hold.


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


TM: Ha ha! The old man had me worried for a second there, but Onikage came through in the end!

JH: I can’t believe this, Rob was so close!

TM: So close to becoming brain dead that is!

JH: You are truly a sickening person Thomas Moore!


MA: Your winner by submission…OOOOOONNNNNNNIIIIIIIKAAAAAGE~!!!

”Counterfeit God” starts playing over the sound system as Onikage rolls up to one knee, the fans showering him with jeers as Michaela Menendez lifts up his arm in victory. He quickly yanks it free from her grasp and looks down at Rob as he slowly gets up to his feet. For several moments he merely stands there, staring down at the lifeless Rob Storm until he finally grunts and turns his back on the fallen veteran, exiting the ring and walking to the back.

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

The door to the medical room greets us as we cut backstage and from within we catch the muffled sound of raised voices. Something metallic bounces off the ground and the door is swung open to reveal a bruised, cut up and extremely pissed of Cajun. He marches through the threshold waving away good old Doc McCoy as he protests in the background.

“I haven’t cleared you to leave yet, you’re not cleared!”

“Sit tight, doc, Ah’ll be back…an’ Ah’ll be bringing Ragin’ wit’ me.”

He strides off down the corridor, leaving the overworked and underpaid doctor of TNT fuming in his wake. He throws his hands up in surrender and disappears back into the room as we follow the raginest of Cajuns through the backstage corridors of the Coleman Coliseum.

He stomps along purposefully, his expression carved in stone as he hunts for the man who assailed him earlier in the evening. The bruises still sting, the blood still wells up behind the cuts, the feeling of steel on flesh and bone still fresh in his mind. The darkness that followed…

“You look like death.”

Dragged from his thoughts, Remy stalls and looks around, the source of the voice escaping him for the moment, but it soon makes itself known as from the shadows lurks a familiar figure.

“Really, you should get that looked at…mate.”

“Riggs.”

Remy turns to face his long time tormentor, a vile grin carving it’s way through his stubbly maw as he stalks the limy bastard like a cat stalks a mouse. The suited and booted Brit stands his ground though, looking far too confident for a man in his position.

“You have no idea how much kicking your ass will improve mah day.”

Riggs smiles, despite the beating looming on the horizon, and still refuses to give up any ground to the enraged champion.

“Now, now, mate, my arse has an offer to make before you kick it,”

He pauses, that didn’t make a whole lotta sense, but he perseveres anyway.

“We ‘eard what you did to ol’ Stefan. Took him out good and proper didn’t ya.”

Remy stops his stalking, the grin fading and the sadistic pleasure dispersing from behind his eyes. He looks to Riggs with question and suspicion.

“Been many a man’s tried to take down Mr. Wallace, none of ‘em ever tried sicing a skull headed cowboy on ‘im though, that was new. I must applaud you on your original --”

“What do you want?”

Interrupted, Riggs moves his hands behind his back and smiles politely as he moves quickly to his point, sensing that patience is a virtue not held by the roughed up Barteaux.

“You know how it works, Remy, when a don is toppled. He who does the toppling gets all that belonged to the toppled.”

“If you’ve come to offer me his Barry White collection --”

“This isn’t a time for Jokes, Remy, or should I call you…Mr. Barteaux.”

Remy’s eyes narrow as he focuses them on the smiling Brit before him. His lips part and he snarls through his teeth,

“You really shouldn’t.”

“Come now, you now how it works. This is how we’ve done things since the beginning. One man rises to the top, he has his time there but is eventually taken down by someone younger, stronger, who takes his place as the alpha male. Stefan did it to his predecessor, and you did it to him.”

“Ah didn’t take Stefan out, Dha cowboy did. You need someone to suck up to, try him.”

Remy turns and marches off, knowing full well that Riggs won’t give up that easily. The slimy limy trails after him, having to push his little legs as hard as he can just to keep up with the brooding Cajun.

“Cowboy was just a minion, a tool you used to get what you wanted. If that ain’t the very definition of what Stefan was…

What about your girl?”


The words cause more impact then Riggs would have hoped as Remy spins round and in one swift and violent movement takes him by he lapels and shoves him up against the wall.

“Dhis dha part where you threaten April, huh? Tell me you’re gonna hurt her if’n Ah don’t lead your pathetic little cult?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, I’m just saying, with this Ragin’ guy on your back a little…protection, wouldn’t hurt.”

A bead of sweat runs down the Brit’s temple as Remy glares into his eyes, his chest pounding up and down, his breathing audible as Riggs’ words pause him in his tracks.

“Let’s face it, you ain’t a popular guy. Madison, Dante, Ragin’, they all wanna piece of you, which means they all wanna piece of April. A little help from your friends wouldn’t --”

“You ain’t mah friend!”

“Fine! Fine, but still….”

A few moments pass before Remy huffs and pushes Riggs into the wall, dropping him back to his feet as he pulls himself away.

“Ah’ll deal with Ragin’, and Dante and Madison and any ot’er sumbitch dhat sticks their nose in where it don’t oughta belong. Ah don’t need your protection, or your help. Matter o’ fact, Ah don’t wanna see you around here again, comprende?”

Riggs gives a sheepish nod as he straightens his suit, and watches as Remy backs away. He keeps eye contact at first, but eventually turns and disappears round the corner to continue his hunt for Ragin’, leaving Riggs with a somewhat out of place smirk on his lips as he turns toward camera, and walks off.

JH: And next up is a rematch from Summer of Sin, it ‘s for the cruiserweight gold!

TM: April, while having a sweet ass, is going down tonight! Shrimp cocktails and alcohol is going to be flying baby!

JH: Ugh, well if there is any justice in the world that little piggy will see his client fail tonight.

TM: Don’t worry Jonathon, there isn’t any justice in the world.

JH: I just can’t stand to think of what Smarty will do if Ninja manages to beat April again.

TM: Party like when he was back in high school!

JH: D&D and pizza in his mother’s basement?

TM: No! Clubbing, women, alcohol and shrimp cocktails!


MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is the scheduled semi-main event of this edition of TNT, and it has been granted a thirty minute time limit, your official for this contest is Richard Kelly and…it is…for….The FIW Cruiserweight Championship of the World~!


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.

MA: Making her way to the ring from Aurora, Ohio she weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty five pounds, and stands at exactly five feet and four inches…She…is… APRIL LLLYYYNNN!!!!

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.

TM: And here is the bimbo that lost to the Crown Jewel of Smarty Smark and Smark!

JH: This bimbo as you put it is the former Cruiserweight Champion and is the most successful one of all time.

TM: Yeah, but who cares about that? She lost to Ninja, now Ninja is the champ; you need to stop living in the past Jonathon.

JH: Says the man that does the comb over as his hair style.


Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it is mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. Within the fog seven very small figures walk out from behind the curtain, forming a line facing the ring near it, a spot light from above the ‘Tron shines down on them, in the same dark blue tint. It reveals these seven small figures to be in fact seven midgets dressed exactly like Extreme Ninja #2 except for the fact they are all wearing a strap around their neck that is connected to a bongo drum resting in front of them. Without much warning all seven little men start beating their bongo drums to a beat as the dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a voice booms over the speakers.

[align=center]The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The Evil Genius

The champ is here
Aha
The champ is here
Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers
The champ is here
Kiss what ma niggas
The champ is here[/align]


”The Champ in Here” by Jadakiss starts playing as the lil’ Ninjas continue to play their bongo drums along with the beat of the bongo drums in the song. Behind these seven little Extreme Ninjas dark blue pyro rains down from the ‘Tron, and suddenly two explosions on each side of the entrance way go off, forming a X with their dark blue pyro. From behind the pyro out steps Smarty Smark, grinning from ear to ear as the fans greet him with jeers due to this over the top entrance and song. He slowly turns around and points to the curtain as yet another dark blue X of pyro explodes and the curtain is whipped back.

[align=center]Fuckin wit the champion
You already know
J-A-D-A
Kiss the game goodbye
You fuckin wit the champion
You already know
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Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, with Paper Bag Man rubbing his shoulders as he jogs behind Ninja, to quite the mixed reaction from the crowd, some loving the Ninja, and some hating Smarty. Ninja is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear however over his robe he is sporting around his waist the FIW World Cruiserweight Championship. Smarty continues to applaud him as EN #2 looks around at the mini-EN #2s, he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “The Champ is here~!”

[align=center]Niggas know the champ is in here
He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
And I just wanna rock for a century
And then chase the book wit the documentary
If you cant do nothing other than flow
Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, lets go
Don't make me put your heart on your lap
Fuck ridin’ a beat nigga, I parallel park on a track
Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new
In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue
And I don't know you
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason
After I cash in there's really no justification
Of how I'm gone change tha game
So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame
Mother fucka, aha


The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
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Paper Bag Man continues to rub Extreme Ninja #2’s shoulders as the duo jog along the entrance way, past the seven little Extreme Ninjas playing their bongo drums, Smarty Smark clapping and praising Ninja. EN #2 flicks his hooded head from side to side a bit like he was a boxer as PBM and him make their way towards the ring, another series of dark blue pyro explosions goes off behind Extreme Ninja #2, PBM and Smarty Smark.

[align=center]Y'all never gon touch the kid
kiss of death
They gon have to get me at the top
Y'all never gon touch the kid
gangsta kiss
No love this time nigga, kiss of death
Yo I ain't got time to be up here lyin to you
Just make sure y'all niggas feel what we tryin to do
If I fuck up then it's on me
Besides that it is what it is and that's what it just gon be
Blowin my purple, wish you would go in my circle
If you know my record is clean, you know I'ma merk you
I live like a warrior do
without screamin true story, niggas know my story is true
The cribs, the cars, the jury, the spots I got
The money that pass my hand and the rocks I chop
The ammo, the artillery, the knifes I bought
Waking up sore the next day from fights I fought
In the hood cuz I fuck wit the thugz
Tryin to figure out, why the money never added up to the love
Gun in my waist, dutch in my hand
And I don't do a lot of talkin, I listen as much as I can

The champ is here
Aha
The champ is here
Yea
The champ is here
That’s right
The champ is here[/align]


Ninja slides into the ring as PBM holds the middle rope down for Smarty to enter it as well, PBM staying on the apron and watching the two. Smarty walks over and points to the near by turnbuckle, Extreme Ninja #2 hops up onto it and undoes his championship belt, grabbing it in his right hand and lifting it up in the air. Majority of the fans jeer the holy hell out of him while the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Hail the Champ!” and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and Smarty Smark snatches the cruiserweight title, with a grin he races over to the ropes and stands up on the bottom rope, triumphantly lifting the cruiserweight gold over his head to a series of jeers as dark blue pyro explodes from all four turnbuckles and dark blue glitter rains from the rafters of the arena. The lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie as Smarty exits the ring with the title belt, allowing his client to get ready for the match ahead.


MA: And introducing the champion…He hails from Detroit, Michigan and weighs in tonight at one hundred and eighty pounds, and stands exactly at five feet and eleven inches…He is your FIW Cruiserweight Champion of the World…HE! IS! EXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRREEEEEMMMMMMMMMME NNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNJAAAAAAAAAA NNNNNNUMMMMMMMBERRRRRR TWOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!


JH: Oh…my…god…

TM: I know, wasn’t that new entrance awesome?!

JH: Were those…

TM: Yup, dwarves, seven to be exact, Smarty got them for a good deal from this Cuban guy.


Richard Kelly walks over to April Lynn, calling for a check just to make sure she is cleanly, quickly he pats her down a bit and to no surprise she comes out clean. He walks over to Ninja in his corner and asks for the same, Extreme Ninja #2 gladly allows the referee to check him, and he comes out clean as well in Kelly’s search. The referee walks back to the center of the ring and calls them both in, slowly Extreme Ninja #2 and April Lynn walk into the center of the ring, meeting each other face to face or rather mask to face. Carefully Richard explains the rules to both wrestlers and when he is finished gets a nod out of both of them, upon his request they shake hands as he takes from Smarty, despite Smarty’s best efforts, the FIW World Cruiserweight Championship, holding it up over his head and presenting it to the crowd and the viewers at home before handing it to Timmy the Time Keeper and calling for the bell.


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


April turns her attention to Smarty Smark after he throws a not too nice insult in her general direction, she threateningly points at him and says some thing that isn’t picked up, Ninja shoves April, gaining her attention again, she presses her face right against his masked face, saying some thing to him as she gets into his face, whatever she says Ninja shakes his head no to, which causes Miss Lynn to nearly slap the taste out of the champ’s covered mouth. Ninja staggers backwards holding onto his mask around the cheek region as April to cheers from the fans charges forward and spears Ninja, taking him to the canvas and starts throwing slaps at him wildly, EN #2 tries to cover up but it is to no avail as April’s slaps are fueled with rage, she snatches two handfuls of his mask and starts slamming his head against the canvas while Smarty shouts at Richard to do some thing, Richard bends over and tries to tell April that isn’t exactly allowed, she merely gives him the glare that many women have used to shrink many men down to the size of a puppy, and Richard is no exception as he crawls away from her as she returns to slamming Ninja’s head. In an attempt to not being completely scramble eggs for brains, Extreme Ninja #2 throws his arm upward, connecting with a palm thrust to the bottom of April’s jaw, the former champion clutches at it as Ninja pushes her off of him and quickly staggers up to his feet, trying to create some distance between the two of them, Smarty Smark hops up onto the apron and embraces Ninja, fussing over his masked head as if he was EN #2’s mother while EN #2 tries to get free of Smarty’s hold and Richard Kelly tells Smarty he can’t do this. Luckily for Ninja he sees April as she gets to her feet and charges towards him, he pushes Richard Kelly out of the way as he avoids it as well, but Smarty Smark isn’t so lucky, to a thunderous cheer April Lynn connects with a leg lariat to Smarty Smark’s face, shattering one of his glasses’ lenses in the process, Smarty tumbles off of the apron and hits the ringside floor with a thud as PBM hurries over to check on his boss’ status, Extreme Ninja #2 turns around and sees what happened to Smarty, walking over to the ropes and leaning over them the best he can, trying to see if his manager is okay, April takes this advantage by grabbing Ninja from behind and rolling him right up into a school girl pin fall attempt as Richard Kelly starts the count!

TM: No! That…that…that…that whore! She struck Smarty Smark!

JH: Thomas! Watch your language!


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TM: No, I will not! That wench just struck Smarty and then tried to use the trauma of the situation it caused to Ninja to get a quick pin!

JH: He deserved it! He was getting involved when he shouldn’t have!


[align=center]2![/align]


TM: Come on Ninja! Kick out! Teach that bitch a lesson for Smarty!

JH: We could very well see one of the shortest title reigns in FIW history!


[align=center]Thre-No! Kick out![/align]


TM: Ha ha! Thank you, whoever is up there must certainly like Smarty!

JH: That or they feel pity towards Ninja being stuck with that man.

Paper Bag Man notices the pin fall attempt just as EN #2 kicks out of the school girl, he quickly hurries from his master’s side to the apron, leaning in under the bottom rope he checks with Richard, who holds up two fingers which brings a sigh of relief from PBM, and a groan of dismay from April Lynn as Ninja and her get to their feet, Extreme Ninja #2 charges forward and April snatches his legs, throwing him up into the air, she snatches him onto her shoulders for a powerbomb but EN #2 manages to reverse it, spiking April right on her head with a hurricanrana! Extreme Ninja #2 scrambles up to his feet as April in a dazed state stumbles up to hers, he leaps into the air and nearly takes the former champ’s head off with a jumping back brain kick, sending both of them tumbling to the canvas once more, the cruiserweight champ kips up to his feet to some jeers and some cheers from the fans, Ninja barrels towards the ropes and scales right up the bottom and middle rope, stopping on top of the top rope and sling shooting himself off of it, hitting a moonsault onto the back of April Lynn! He makes a hand gesture to PBM to give him some thing, and PBM tosses in over the top rope the infamous sign, EN #2 scribbles on it quickly and it reads “Bust a move!” right before he starts doing perhaps the worst attempt at breaking dance ever, though it does get a laugh from the fans and quite a few clapping along with one another to create a beat for EN #2 to dance to, he slowly dances towards April’s limp body and upon reaches it claps his hands together and jumps into the air, aiming for a senton slipping leg drop to the back of his foe’s neck, but he gets nothing but canvas as April rolls out of the way! She clutches at her back as she glares down at Ninja, pushing herself up to her feet with a bit of effort, April kicks up her leg, so far that it nearly hits her own head before she catches it and brings it down, driving it right across Extreme Ninja #2’s throat with the Split Decision to quite a few cheers from the fans and a few cat calls from the male fans, impressively she uses her leg muscles to push herself upward and thus looking like she was going in reverse on her splits, she walks over to the turnbuckle, grabbing both sides of the top rope, she sling shots herself up onto the top of it, moving herself around so she is looking out at the champ, to a massive cheer from the crowd April leaps off of the turnbuckle, connecting with a near picture perfect frog splash and hooks Ninja’s leg for the pin fall attempt as Richard drops down to one knee!

JH: Holy cow! I don’t think we’ve ever seen that from April Lynn! A frog splash!

TM: She’s getting desperate Jonathon, pulling out things we’ve never seen her use before.


[align=center]1![/align]


JH: No, I just think she is just that serious about regaining the championship and knows that Ninja and her have seen each other wrestle so much they’ll probably know their standard offense, so she is pulling out new stuff he won’t expect.

TM: Ah, so kind of like how Ninja did that sweet ass scaling up the ropes sling shot moonsault?


[align=center]2![/align]


JH: Exactly, though that might have been impressive, it might not matter in a moment if April manages to get the win!

TM: Don’t go and lose the title Ninja! If you do then my bonus Smarty gives me for you being a champion will go bye bye!


[align=center]Thr-No! Foot on the ropes![/align]


JH: Good god! She was so close! She nearly had the title in her gra…wait a second, a bonus? As in more money on top of the money he used to bribe you with?

TM: Huh? Bribe? What are you talking about Jonathon? Bonus? I said nothing about this; you’re crazy man, crazy.

Kelly holds up two fingers as the majority of the fans collectively sigh in sadness, April sitting up and holding her head in disbelief that the frog splash didn’t end it, looking over to the referee and double checking he meant two, Richard nodding his head and holding up two fingers, mean while the fans in the front row dressed up like Ninja hold up their various signs, some saying “Thank the lord” and others saying “That’s right, you aren’t getting that belt back” and even one saying “Hallelujah”, Extreme Ninja #2 starts to stir and grabs at the ropes, pulling himself up as April pushes herself back up to her feet, the two staring each other down on opposite sides of the ring as Smarty Smark, now lacking one glass lens, walks back over to the apron, shouting for bloody murder on April as he looks near rapid. April is the first to make a move, charging towards Ninja, Ninja rushes forward as well, both cruiserweights heading straight for one another, they leap into the air at almost exactly the same time, April hits a flying cross body on Ninja as EN #2 hits a flying lariat, both the current champ and former champ hit the mat with a thud and roll away from one another immediately following hitting the canvas, both rolling right up to their knees, Smarty shouts some thing at Ninja that distracts him, allowing April the chance to rush forward, she scales up Ninja’s knee but rather than hitting a shining wizard she allows her leg to go over Ninja’s head, she sticks her tongue out at Smarty as her leg back tracks and from behind clobbers EN #2’s head with a black warlock! Lynn drops down for a cover but before she even can Smarty grabs Ninja by his arms and pulls him right out of the ring, Richard Kelly starts to shout at Smarty for that but Smarty tells him to buzz off, “We are out of here” Smarty shouts as he throws EN #2’s arm over the back of his neck and starts half carrying Ninja to the back, PBM quickly following him as the fans jeer, Richard looks ready to start his count out but April stops him and races to the opposite set of ropes, bouncing off of them and charging towards the set that the Managerial Firm of Smarty Smark and Smark are by, in mid-charge she yells “Hey Smarty”, making Smarty and PBM turn around to see what she is up to now. They turn around just in time to see April dive over the top rope with a topei con hilo, dropping like a one huge ass rock on top of all three men, all four of them crashing and burning against the ground as the fans go wild, the Extreme Ninjas in the front row flipping April’s limp body off and shouting death threats at her as the rest of the fans are losing it and freaking out over the move, Richard Kelly looks around and seems to not want to make this a draw as he doesn’t start counting both wrestlers out, the former champ in a dazed state rolls off of the pile of bodies and lays there, still quite out of it as Extreme Ninja #2 in a dazed state props himself up on Smarty Smark, who took most of the impact of the move.

TM: Gaaaaargh! Look what that bitch did now with her flippity floppity crap!

JH: She just eliminated Smarty Smark and Paper Bag Man as factors in this match I’d say!

TM: This can’t be happening! This just can’t be happening!

JH: I seriously believe it is happening and is not just one of your nightmares Thomas as those generally seem to involve you making love to your mother, ha! How do you like that Thomas?! Finally! After years of you burning me with comments about my poor mum, I got you back! Swivel on that punk!

To the amazement of the fans Extreme Ninja #2 pushes himself up to his feet, using Smarty’s ample gut to push off of, he staggers backwards and hits the guard rail, silently wincing from his back hitting the steel while April Lynn crawls towards the apron, grabbing hold of it, she clings to it as she slowly uses it to climb back up to her own feet as well, both wrestlers in this title match look around in a dazed state, their eyes finally meeting one another and them realizing the other is up to their feet as well, they stagger and stumble to enter the ring, both sliding in at the same time. Ninja takes the first move, zipping and zacing towards April like he is a lightning bolt, but April cuts him off with a front dropkick to the mid-section, causing the champ to double over in front of him, she races up to her feet and over to the ropes, she sling shots off of them and barrels back towards the man that took her title from her two weeks ago, snatching his mask in mid-run and yanks him a full one hundred and eighty degrees into the air before dropping down onto her knees, spiking EN #2 face first onto the canvas, she throws back her head as she exhales, whipping back her blonde locks out of her face as she stares down at Extreme Ninja #2. April snatches Ninja by the mask of his mask and slowly pulls both of them up to their feet, leading the limp and stumbling champion towards the corner, she brings him in front of her and using quite a bit of her remaining strength lifts him up some what awkwardly, placing him on top of the turnbuckle, she taunts at the fans who cheer her happily, carefully she grabs hold of the ropes and starts climbing up the first and second buckle, reaching the third she sits down behind EN #2, grabbing his waist and attempts to tuck her head under his arm pit, however the ex-ninja referee elbows her in the face, she tries to hold on, but he elbows her again in the face, and the third elbow is the charm as she releases her hold, losing her balance and falls backwards, her legs get tangled up on the top rope thus putting her in a tree of woe position. In a dazed like state Ninja shakes his head and looks ready, very carefully getting up from his sitting position on the turnbuckle, he slowly turns himself around on it as to not go too fast and fall off of it, he peaks down and sees April hanging there, PBM who is starting to stir tosses Ninja his sign again, Extreme Ninja #2 scribbles onto his sign and then as April lifts her upper torso up a bit to see what is going on Ninja shoves it into her face, it reads “PEAK-A-BOO” and at that very moment EN #2 leaps into the air, spreading his arms out to his sides and bending his knees and legs so much that he nearly looks like a ball before he drives down and double stomps directly onto April Lynn’s forehead, sending her tumbling out of the tree of woe position with quite a few cheers from the fans!

JH: Dear lord! Ninja damn near caved in April’s hea-

TM: PEAK-A-BOO~!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH~!!!

JH: Uh, yes, quite.

TM: Heh heh, I love that move.

Ninja rolls right through the landing and right up to his feet, standing up he shakes his head a bit as his legs look like they are suffering from spaghetti legs, he turns around and sees April Lynn, quickly he wipes away his past writing on the sign and scribbles some thing onto it before running into the ropes, April Lynn dazedly plants her palms against the canvas, pushing her upper body up, she manages to use what little strength she has left in her to get up to one knee, she looks around and notices Smarty and PBM outside the ring. The manager of the superstars glares at her and does the thumbs down, and PBM quickly after him does the same, April looks some what confused about this until she feels Extreme Ninja #2’s foot stomp right onto the top of her skull with as his sign reads the “I STEP ON YOU!” Quickly Extreme Ninja #2 rolls over April’s limp body and hands his sign back to PBM, resting on top of her and hooking both her legs in a pin fall attempt as Richard Kelly drops down to one knee to start the count!

TM: I STEP ON YOU~!!!

JH: Oh my word! I think Ninja just caved April’s head in!


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TM: Ladies and gentlemen, you are looking at the brand spanking new most dominant champion in FIW.

JH: It’s not over yet! April could easily kick out or get her foot on the ropes still!


[align=center]2![/align]


TM: Pffft, right, when does ANY ONE ever get their feet on the ropes?

JH: Uh, Ninja just did it earlier in this match, remember?


[align=center]3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
[/align]


TM: That doesn’t cou-WOO! NINJA RETAINS! NINJA RETAINS! NINJA RETAINS!

JH: I guess it just wasn’t April’s night, though she was fighting an upward battle the entire match with Smarty and his lackey out there.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pin fall and STILL FIW Cruiserweight Champion of the World…EXXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNJAAAAAAAAAAAAA NNNNNNUMMMMMMMMMBERRRRRRRRRR TWOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!


”The Champ is Here” by Jadakiss starts playing over the sound system as Richard Kelly rushes over to the ropes, Timmy handing him the FIW gold, he hurries back over towards the two wrestlers as Smarty and PBM slide into the ring. Just before Richard can give the title belt to Ninja though Smarty snatches it, grinning happily as he raises it over his head and dark blue pyro explodes from all four turnbuckles again, dark blue confetti raining down from the rafters as Smarty does a lap inside the ring in victory, the fans heavily jeering him. Extreme Ninja #2 stands up and stands in the way of Smarty’s lap, causing his manager to stop and points to himself and then points towards the title belt, Smarty nods and fake coughs, handing the title belt over to Ninja, who gladly takes it. The true FIW World Cruiserweight Champion holds up the title belt with one arm that brings a mixed reaction from the fans, the trio start to head to the back as Richard Kelly continues to check up on April.

We switch from ringside to backstage as Toby Bostock is leaning over to get a drink from a fountain. He raises back up and squeaks in surprise as he sees Tier standing behind him.

Toby: W-w-w-w-what are YOU doing here!?

Tier: I'm thirsty.

Toby throws his hands over his face.

Toby: DON'T TAKE MY BLOOD!

Tier watches him for a moment, and eventually Toby peeks out from between his limbs. He lowers them, looking at Tier tenatively.

Toby: Sooo... you're not gonna drink my blood?

Tier: No. I'd like to use that drinking fountain you're cowering in front of.

Toby looks behind him, then back to Tier, then back behind him, then takes a step back.

Toby: Oh. Heheh... sorry!

Tier shakes his head and leans over to sip some water from the fountain. Toby clears his throat and puts on his best interviewer face, waiting for Tier to finish. When he does, it's question time.

Toby: So, Tier. Your minion skull cowboy has a match against Kailey Lane coming up next, with you and Sam at ringside. Don't you think that's a little... unfair?

Tier raises one eybrow, exposing even more of his soulless black eyes. Toby shivers, and clears his throat again.

Toby: I... I mean... Sam has magick powers, but... I've never seen her go Darth Vader on anybody...

Tier: Ah. Yes. That. Kailey has no need to worry. I won't be harming her OR Sam tonight. I have displayed my power enough for certain individuals to understand how sweet they taste. I no longer need to rely on... vulgar displays of power... to win matches and influence victory.

Toby: So... no more Force choking?

Tier: No more choking, unless the need well and truly arises. I don't see that occuring any time soon.

Toby: Wow. Cool then.

Tier nods.

Tier: If you'll excuse me, I have a match to attend.

Tier walks off-screen, leaving Toby to nod, impressed.

JH: Kailey versus cowboy, stay tuned folks! It's NEXT.
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[align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align]

"Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, followed by Sam Kinloch limping behind.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is your MAIN EVENT!

TM: This match is gonna be hot shit, Hitchen.

JH: I couldn’t agree more.

MA: Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee… being accompanied to the ring by Saaaam Kinoch… … KAILEY! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!

Kailey treks to the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd before moving to her corner to psyche up.

TM: Looks like Sam is favoring that knee of hers that Onikage went hog-wild on.

JH: It’s a good thing she’s not wrestling this match tonight. It’d be an incredible target for the skull cowboy.

[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! ... 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: This is gonna be quite the interesting contest, Thomas. Kailey can be just as brutal in the ring as the skull cowboy, and she’s certainly more disciplined--

TM: Yeah, but the skull cowboy’s freakin’ huge.

JH: They don’t come any bigger in FIW.

[align=center]DINGDINGDING![/align]

JH: And this contest is underway!

Kailey and the cowboy circle each other, until either person ends up in their opposite corners. Kailey suddenly breaks into a mad dash, but that dash is cut short as cowboy steps in front of her and THUNDERS a fist STRAIGHT into her throat!

JH: And the cowboy’s own personal brand of carnage begins!

Tony Clarke points in cowboy’s face, warning him off throat punches, but the cowboy ignores him, flattening Kailey’s body to the mat with a lateral press. Tony drops and slaps his hand against the mat once, twice-- nope. Kickout at 1.75.

JH: Not even two. Kailey’s much too sturdy to be taken down by one punch, no matter how much your fists resemble a honey-baked ham.

TM: Complete with pineapple rings!

JH: That doesn’t even make any sense.

Cowboy pushes up off of her, looking at his master for approval. Tier, forefinger and thumb to his chin speculatively, gives a slight nod and the cowboy grabs a handful of Kailey’s pretty blonde hair before slinging her into the nearby turnbuckle.

JH: This is just disrespectful!

TM: When the hell has the cowboy operated any differently, Hitchen?

JH: Just because you have a point doesn’t make it right.

Cowboy pushes his boot forward to wash it across Kailey’s face, but the determined Tennessee native catches him around the ankle and holds his boot. Cowboy presses down with all his strength, but Kailey FIRES an arm upward, HAMSTRINGING the skull-faced monster!

JH: CHRIST what a shot!

TM: That’s, like, MILIMETERS away from illegal!

JH: Ah, an American using metric. Bestill my heart.

TM: What? I thought that was one of those little bugs. You know, with all the legs?

JH: *sigh*

Cowboy backs up a pace or two before collapsing onto his butt, and flopping onto his stomach. Kailey grabs both sides of the ropes and yanks herself upright, Sam cheering her on and clapping for her on the outside.

JH: You’ve gotta wonder what kind of role Sam and Tier will play tonight.

TM: Tier’s said he’s taking the non-violent way out this week, Hitchen. He’s just here to watch.

JH: Oh, and Tier’s never lied to us before?

TM: HAS he, Hitchen? Can you recall a single moment in his history that Tier has lied to us?

JH: I’m sure he has.

Kailey trots over to the cowboy and sinks down knee-first into his back. She puts two hands over his masked chin, and YANKS backward! We hear a loud CRACK as the air pressure is popped from between the skull cowboy’s vertebrae, and a growl as he pounds his fist against the mat to relocate the pain.

JH: EARLY in the match and Kailey’s got the Back Stabber locked in!

TM: That’s not really the back stabber, Hitchen, it’s more of a Camel Clutch variant--

JH: It’s close enough, and I’m sure Kailey’s gonna take what opportunities she’s granted in this match!

Like a good referee, Tony Clarke slides into place, doing that finger-pointing thing refs do when they wanna see if someone wishes to tap out. The cowboy barely even notices the whole reffin’ show is there, instead putting both of his massive fists into the mat something like a gorilla. Kailey fights him by jumping a bit with her free leg, really riding that knee home into his spine!

TM: GAH! I’m squirmin’ in my seat here! I can’t IMAGINE what that must feel like!

JH: Kailey may be smaller than cowboy, but a hundred thirty seven pounds of pressure to a knee-sized point on your spine CAN’T feel good.

TM: Well, if he’s hurtin’ he’s not showin’ it, Hitchen!

Cowboy does indeed push off the canvas fully, getting to his knees and finally his feet, Kailey hanging onto his chin, forcing his gaze upward as she POUNDS knee after knee into his back, using her clutch on his jaw as momentum to DRIVE herself full-strength into him! Cowboy stumbles forward finally, and Kailey JAMS another huge knee into his spine! The cowboy decides he’s had enough, and throws himself forward over the ropes! Kailey loses her grip and topples to the outside, cowboy catching the ropes to stay in the ring!

JH: Quite the spill to the outside for Kailey Lane, but she seems to have taken most of the maneuver with her back.

TM: Yeah, Kailey seems pretty good at getting on her back.

JH: Oh for Chrissake, switch off, Thomas!

Casually, cowboy follows Kailey to the outside, dropping boots to the mat just about the point where Kailey reaches her knees.

[align=center]ONE![/align]

He grabs her by the hair once more, and SPEARHEADS HER INTO THE BARRICADES!!!

[align=center]TWO![/align]

[align=center]THREE![/align]

JH: GOOD LORD! The strength of Lazaro is awesome!

TM: Awesome? What, like a hot dog?

JH: No, at least ten times that, Thomas.[/Eddie Izzard]

Cowboy turns to notice Sam mouthing off to him.

[align=center]FOUR!![/align]

[align=center]FIVE!![/align]

He watches her rant for a moment before turning back to the stumbling-to-her-feet Kailey and grabbing her under the arms, HURLING her at Sam in a near-hip toss! Sam catches her new friend as best she can, but both women tumble to the floor.

[align=center]SIX!![/align]

JH: It still just STUNS me how the skull cowboy can just throw people around like they weighed nothing at all!

TM: He’s a big, big man, Hitchen. He’d be right at home on RAW, licking Vince McMahon’s boots with that black tongue of his. But we’re lucky enough to have him here on TNT!

JH: Oh yeah, SO lucky to have someone SO vile on our roster.

TM: SO what if he’s vile? He’s SO cool!

[align=center]SEVEN!!![/align]

The cowboy grabs the top rope and pulls himself up, stepping over it back into the ring.

[align=center]EIGHT!!![/align]

There he stands, staring down at the tangled Sam and Kailey as Tony Clarke continues his count.

[align=center]NINE!!![/align]

JH: What the hell is he doing?

TM: Waiting for Tony Clarke to count Kailey out, it looks like!

[align=center]TEN!!!![/align]

JH: That’s not very like the skull cowboy we’re used to. Why’s he slowing down the match at this point? Why allow his opponent the chance to recover?

TM: Far be it for you to question the motives of the Hand of God, Hitchen.

JH: Oh please. The skull cowboy is nothing more than an oversized Scooby Doo villain! He may be big, he may be brutal, but he’s just a man in a mask, just like Tier is nothing more than a man--

[align=center]ELEVEN!!!![/align]

TM: With Force powers. Gotcha.

Unfortunately for whatever plan the skull cowboy had, Kailey and Sam have managed to both rise at this point, and Kailey takes a deep breath before sliding back into the ring. Cowboy is right on top of her, driving harsh boots to her back as she tries to rise. She manages to catch a spot between the boot strikes and half-leaps forward into a roll that sees her popping up to a standing position nearly all the way across the ring.

JH: Impressive athleticism from Kailey Lane. She’s really going to have to start using it to her advantage against the cowboy.

TM: Don’t you understand, Hitchen? She CAN’T. Run circles around cowboy all she likes, do that flippy floppy hippy hoppy crap… whatever! He smacks her once and she’s out of the game. Zip. Like that.

JH: Cowboy’s done several things to Kailey in this match, Thomas, and none of them have taken her out like “that”.

TM: He’s just toying with her. Cat and mouse. You know.

Cowboy rolls his shoulder, and closes the gap between him and Kailey, arm extended for a NECK-SHATTERING lariat… … THAT NEVER HAPPENS!! Kailey drops to the ground and snares his toes, tripping the cowboy up and sending him THROAT-FIRST across the top rope!

JH: PERFECT timing on a drop toe-hold by Kailey, who’s finally taking her speed to her advantage!

TM: Poops. Way to blow everything I was just saying, cowboy.

The fans and Sam pop, and Tier claps politely on the outside. Kailey quickly gets to her feet runs toward the opposite ropes and rebounds off. Cowboy begins pushing himself off the top rope, but Kailey climbs up his legs and onto his back, MOONSAULTING off his head and CRASHING DOWN INTO HIS SPINE!!!

JH: GOOD SWEET MONKEY CHRIST!! WHAT a moonsault off of the skull cowboy’s own head!

TM: Damn that cruiserweight bullcrap! This is the main event! We don’t allow that here!

JH: *sarcastically* Unless it’s Swytch.

TM: YEAH! Unless it’s Swytch!
JH: *sighs*

Kailey pulls cowboy’s massive body down off the rope with only minimal effort, and hooks his leg for a pin!

[align=center]ONE![/align]

[align=center]TWO![/align]

NO! The cowboy sits STRAIGHT UP! Kailey looks over to him from his lap, then CRACKS him in the jaw with a well-placed fist!

JH: Great shot by Kailey after a near fall!

TM: Near fall my ass! It was barely two!

JH: Well that’s only one count away, Thomas.

TM: YOU’RE one count away!

JH: What does that even mean!?

Kailey springs up in the time it takes cowboy to reel, takes aim, and CRACKS HIM ACROSS THE FACE WITH A STIFF HOOK KICK!

JH: And Kailey’s punishment continues!

TM: HA! But does the cowboy give a shit? Noooo!

The skull cowboy stands up, rolling off his hand to rise. Kailey backs up and hit’s the ropes, FIRING her leg upward when he reaches his feet to SLICE her heel along his jaw! The cowboy’s head rocks backward, and he stumbles backward a few steps. Unfortunately for him, Kailey’s assault isn’t anywhere NEAR over, and she hops up onto the top rope, spring boarding off it to catch cowboy SQUARE IN THE HEAD WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK!!!

JH: Triangle dropkick from Kailey Lane, and the cowboy finally goes down!

The mat shakes as cowboy crashes into it, and Kailey looks ready to capitalize. She scales the ropes and poises up high, waiting for the skull cowboy to rise.

JH: Kailey looking to do something high risk…

TM: Kailey took a high risk when she stepped in the freakin’ ring with the skull cowboy, Jonathan.

JH: Certainly doesn’t look that way now. Fancy that.

Cowboy does indeed get to his feet, steadily, and does the turn-around as Kailey LEAPS off the top rope with a front-rolling flip!

JH: Shades of old-school Kailey Go Round--!!

NO!! THE SKULL COWBOY PLUCKS HER OUT OF THE SKY WITH ONE FIST, AND KAILEY IS BEING HELD INCHES ABOVE THE GROUND AT HIS MERCY!!!

TM: HA! See!? What’d I tell you, Hitchen!? She’s FUCKED.

Cowboy tightens her grip, as is visible by redness rushing to Kailey’s face, when all of a sudden Sam THROWS herself over the top rope into the ring, and starts having a choking spasm!

TM: What… the… hell?

Sam goes wide-eyed, coughing and holding her hands around her throat, glaring at Tier. Tier looks mildly confused and a little concerned, but Tony Clarke turns and yells at him, pointing from Sam to him and back again. Tier holds up his hands to show he’s not doing the Darth Vader thing, but Sam keeps flopping on the mat like a suffocating fish.

JH: Is… is Tier breaking his word!? Is he choking her?

TM: He’s totally not! He doesn’t even have his hand pointed at her!

JH: How do you know he can’t just… do it?

TM: Well… I don’t! But look at him! Why would he--

Cowboy turns his concentration back on Kailey, but it’s clear he loosened his grip on her as she pulls herself up his frame to sit on his shoulders, spinning around in a slow headscissors once before hooking a quick chancerie and DROPPING him head-first into the mat! Tony Clarke hears the sound, turns to see Kailey roll cowboy over for a pin, and slides across the mat to count!

[align=center]ONE![/align]



[align=center]TWO!![/align]




[align=center]THREE!!!



DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!
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TM: SHE DID IT!?

JH: SHE DID IT!!

MA: Your winner… KAILEY! LAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!

Kailey stands up, proud and struggling a bit for breath, but with a decent smile on her face. Sam, too, stands, grabbing her friend by the hand and raising it to the sky.

TM: HEY! Lookit! She’s not hurt! She wasn’t choking! I TOLD you he wasn’t choking her!

Sam looks over her shoulder to the outside at Tier and smiles her shit-eating grin. Tier narrows his eyes, but smiles right back.

JH: Well ladies and gentlemen, that's all the time we have for you tonight. I can say I don't like the look Tier is giving Sam right now. But be sure to join us next week on the Fourth of July for Tuesday Night Throwdown!

TM: You wouldn't dare miss it!

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