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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; July 4, 2006 | |
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TNT opens with a live shot of the MCI Center in Washington, D.C. An eerie hush has come over the D.C. natives as their attention lays on the entire TNT roster stood on the stage. Standing front and center is general manager Madison. Branching off to her left, just a step behind her, is Dante Coles, Kennedy and Swytch. On her right we see Kailey Lane, Ragin’, and Natalya Vladek occupying the space. Another row of TNT superstars line up behind those six. Standing left to right are Graver, Kenny, April Lynn, Remy Barteaux, Carl Lucas, the skull cowboy, Tier, Sam Kinloch, Loon 2.5 and Ben. The last row of superstars stands Alex Evans, Onikage, JJ, Extreme Ninja #2, Smarty Smark, and Paper Bag Man. Behind them, the TNT staff from interviewer to referees make up the final row. Many of the faces (of the few talent on the roster that happens to not wear some type of mask) of the superstars are tear-streaked or just plain an emotional wreck. Behind them on the TNTtron is an image of Rob Storm, encased in a black wreath. Below in bold white reads [align=center]In Loving Memory 1973 - 2006[/align] Madison looks out over the quieted thousands in attendance, raising a microphone up to her lips and speaking without her normal snide and demeaning tone. Her voice filled with grief and compassion. Madison: As many of you may be aware, Robert “Rob Storm” Jenkins is no longer with us. Madison lowers the microphone at her side, her gloomy expression looking over the crowd that returns the same look back to her. She raises the microphone up once more and continues on. Madison: Rob was involved in an automobile accident late last Tuesday after competing for all his fans. Rob loved wrestling. He loved entertaining all of his fans. So tonight, the superstars of Tuesday Night Throwdown are going to take the ring and entertain Rob as he looks down on us from above. The crowd explode with a round of applause for Rob Jenkins, starting up a “ROB” chant throughout the arena. Madison and the TNT roster looks out among the fans showing their support for their departed comrade. Eventually the crowd manages to quiet down once more in honor of Rob Jenkins. Madison: Before we commence with the show in honor of Robert Jenkins tonight. Myself and everyone at Full Intensity Wrestling would like to ask for a moment of silence for Robert Jenkins as we present him with the ten-bell salute. Once again Madison Lee lowers the microphone at her side and lowers her head down in a silent prayer. [align=center]DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING![/align] The crowd remains in complete silence as the camera closes up on the image of Robert Jenkins on the TNTtron. [align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align] The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Ragin', and Jim O'Brien all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates! [align=center]Wake Up![/align] Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly. [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Swytch yanks the steel chair from the referee's hands as Kennedy tries again to reclaim her feet. Tony Clarke moves up on Swytch JUST AS HE BLASTS KENNEDY IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, *Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…[/align] Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table, Here ya go create another fable![/align] The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!! [align=center]You wanted to! Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! [align=center]You wanted to! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Graver moves toward April and plunks her on the top rope in a sitting position before he himself climbs to the second rope, standing her up and grabbing her around the neck. Unfortunately, this “Big BAM!” never happens, as April shoves Graver off and he stumbles to the mat. He turns around, pissed-off, but it doesn’t last as April CAREENS off the top rope and DRIVES HIS FACE INTO THE MAT WITH A BULLDOG!! [align=center]You wanted to! Why dya leave the keys upon the table?[/align] Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!! [align=center]You wanted to![/align] The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown. [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] Alex spins him around, boots Loon in the midsection and DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING KI-KRUSHER MANEUVER! Alex pops back up to his feet, raising his arms in the air [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align] The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit! At the exact same time as Kailey is dodging Natalya, Ragin’ steps between the ropes. Kailey turns quickly almost bumping into Ragin’ and their eyes meet. The steel chair swings, seemingly in slow motion to all who are watching. His eyes never leave Kailey, her face scrunching up to brace for the impact. But it never comes. She opens her eyes as she hears the loud crack and the ‘ohhhhh!’ from the fans. She turns to see Natalya laying flat out moments after the sickening impact. Even with the mask on, you know Oni's gotta be smiling ear to ear with that manuever. He raises a fist to the air, nodding in self appreciation of his work. He grabs ahold of Shannon and brings him to his feet. He scoops Shannon up INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER! Swytch rears back with the steel chair, aiming at Kennedy's head and CRACKS STEEL AGAINST STEEL AS KENNEDY DUCKS ASIDE! The steel chair clatters to the ringside mats as Swytch's hands throb from the impact! Kennedy leaps up onto the steel steps and jumps onto Swytch's shoulders, DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR WITH A HURRACANRANA! [align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Wake Up! *Whispered* Wake up[/align] Dante climbs up to his feet and pulls Ragin’ up, tucking his head between his legs. Kailey is on the floor, screaming at Dante to get back in the ring. Dante looks down at her and that’s a mistake BECAUSE RAGIN’ RISES UP SENDING DANTE OVER WITH A BACKDROP AND CRASHING BACK DOWN THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES! Ninja scribbles on his sign on the top rope before holding it up for all to see… "DANGEROUS~~!!!" The crowd go crazy as Melanie turns around just in time for Ninja perform a SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO HER!! Both crash to the canvas, Ninja on top and Melanie on the bottom! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Dante thinks quickly and drives the point of his elbow between Hype’s shoulder blades!! He rehooks the arm THEN DRAGS HYPE OVER THE LADDER AND DRIVES HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align] Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE! [align=center]Here ya go create another fable! You wanted to![/align] Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to![/align] Once Graver is at a steady enough vertical base, APRIL LEAPS FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON PN GRAVER! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to![/align] Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table You wanted to![/align] Kennedy bounces off the ropes and leaps up and spins around going into a wheel barrow position. She pushes off the canvas and grabs Ragin’ around the head, but he ducks his head out of her grasp and sits out PLANTING KENNEDY FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!! [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align] Kailey runs in and butts the extinguisher into Nadia's stomach, doubling her over! Kailey throws the extinguisher aside before shoving Nadia's head between her legs. Kailey glances out into the crowd before hoisting Nadia up in a Crucifix! Kailey sits out DROPPING NADIA FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CRUCIFIX REVERSE FACE DRIVER!! [align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align] The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snatching Onikage by his leather mask Jim runs his thumb across his throat and shouts out “BURNING! HAMMER!” The fans go into frenzy as Jim lifts Onikage up onto his shoulders and sets him up. The Monster of TNT walks around with Onikage on his shoulders for a few seconds to allow each side of the arena to see it. He then drives Onikage skull first into the canvas with the Burning Hammer! Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!! The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen… [align=center] [/align]…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena 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! We are LIVE in the National's Capital for a Fourth of July addition of TNT! The MCI Center is packed to the rafters for tonight's event! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner, Thomas Moore! TM: And here's one reason why the place is packed to the rafters! Sam Kinloch is going one-on-one with the skull cowboy here tonight! [align=center] [/align]JH: If you remember correctly, Sam and cowboy have faced off once before and that was the night Tier made his auspicious return to Tuesday Night Throwdown. He will be in cowboy's corner tonight but Sam is flying solo! TM: She is, and there's a reason for that. Tonight's blockbuster main-event! [align=center] [/align]JH: One of the most anticipated rematches from a pay-per-view that I can ever remember in this one Thomas. Kennedy and Kailey Lane going one-on-one! TM: And the odds are certainly NOT in Kailey's favor tonight. She's already down 0-1 against Kennedy and tonight SWYTCH will be at ringside. The Dual Crown Champion will be here. JH: I don't envy Kailey's position tonight but I've known her long enough to know you don't count her out no matter the odds. But that's all later tonight! What a match we have to start things off tonight, folks. One of FIW’s biggest stars, the one and only Ragin’ will step into the ring with one of FIW’s fastest rising stars, the Ultimate Endurance Champion, Remy Barteaux. TM: Remy’s star is about to be extinguished, courtesy of the Master of Rage. JH: I wouldn’t be so sure, Remy doesn’t hold that belt for nothing. “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 sitting proudly around his waist as he’s over shadowed even more so by the hulking figure of Carl Lucas. [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, tapping the black band wrapped around his bicep and pointing to the heavens for the late, great Robert Jenkins, as Carl steadily marches along behind him, a similar band stretched around his massive arm. JH: Both Remy and Carl displaying their respect for the late Rob Storm. God I still can’t get used to saying that. As they reach the ropes, Remy ducks through and sets boot to canvas, before sprinting across to the opposite side and running up one of the farthest turnbuckles. As Carl steps over the top cable, Remy 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. He shares a few words with his cohort before he takes to his corner and Carl exits the ring to a neutral position at ringside. TM: All hail the new don! JH: Stop that, Remy’s left that life behind him now. TM: Suuuuure he has. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title match is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, accompanied by one half of the FIW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, CARL LUCAS, from The French Quarter of New Orleans, he weighs in at 225lbs and is the reigning ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPIOOOOON, REMEEEEEEE, BARTOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the TNTtron and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the stage and starting to move down the ramp. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the sides of the elevated ramp where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like the religious worshipper before their God. The words, ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say”, are the prompt for a flash of light and a series of explosions around the stage and TNTtron and two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down through the press of females on the elevated ramp, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step. TM: Daaaaaamn. JH: Oh put your tongue back in your mouth, Moore. TM: I can’t help it, look at her, I mean…daaaaaaamn. As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring. MA: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by NATAYLA, from Bogorodskoye, Russia, he weighs in at 277lbs, HE IS THE MASTER OF RAGE, RAAAAAAAAAAGIIIIN’!!! Logan Black consults with both participants and they nod their understanding of the rules, though neither break the eye contact that has settled between them. Remy leans back into his corner, glaring through a few stray strands that have fallen in front of his face, almost snarling at the Russian like a caged beast eyeing a threat. Ragin’, on the other hand, seems more light hearted about the whole affair. A mischievous grin parts his lips as he cracks his neck from side to side and rubs his hands around the tape on his wrists. JH: That grin, that look, Ragin’s in a dark place right now. TM: Looks to me like he just wants to play. JH: That’s what I’m afraid of. Satisfied that the two combatants are familiar with the rules, Logan draws back and points to Timmy the Timekeeper to bang his tiny hammer. [align=center]DING, DING![/align] Remy pushes himself upright and the two men step toward ring centre, circling each other, eyeing each other, Ragin’ with a wicked, unsettling glint in his eyes, Remy with suppressed anger and frustration boiling up behind his. The Russian is the first to move, raising a hand above his head and beckoning Remy to raise one to join it. Rightfully, Remy hesitates, glancing at the offered hand with distrust before raising his own to -- no, he pulls his arm back and swings a high kick that skims through the air as Ragin’ retracts his hand to a safe distance. TM: Well that’s not very sportsman like. They move in again, this time Remy offering a hand. Ragin’ too hesitates before reaching out…and firing a boot toward Remy’s gut, but the Cajun hops backwards and Ragin’s sole scuffs nothing but the air between them. JH: Both men wary, and rightly so. That smarmy little grin is still present on Ragin’s face as he moves in once more, this time calling for a tie up. Remy complies and both men lock up for the first time in this match, pushing back and forth, each looking to take the early advantage. JH: It’s a pretty even match, Ragin’ has the height and weight advantage but not by much. TM: Perhaps, but he does have the uber-awesome-spectacular advantage, which I think you’ll find wins out over all. JH: …Do you ever listen to yourself, the words you say? TM: I try not to. As both combatants shove backwards and forwards, jockeying for position it eventually falls to Ragin’ to take the upper hand. He slowly starts to force Remy backwards, using his extra 52lbs to push the UE-Champ back toward his own corner. As Remy’s back begins touching buckle, Logan gets involved and signals to Ragin’ to break the tie up, which he does so, tentatively untangling his arms from Remy’s…before SLAPPING an open palm across Remy’s bared and manly chest! “OOOOOOOOHH!!” Is the reaction from pretty much everyone in the arena. Even Logan Black winces a little as he half heartedly admonishes Ragin’ for his tricksy little tactics. The Russian sneers him off and wraps his hand around Remy’s wrist, YANKING him out of the corner and whipping him across the ring. The Cajun crashes back first into the opposite set of buckles, stumbling outward from the sheer impact before being SQUASHED back in by vicious running shoulder block! With the champ reeling, Ragin’ grabs himself a handful of dirty blonde locks and forces Remy’s face down onto the top rope, SCRAPING his eye along the bumpy texture of the cable and forcing a scream of pain from the N’Orleans native. JH: Oh come on now, the match isn’t five minutes old and already he’s resorting to dirty tactics. TM: You think he cares? He’s toying with Remy, passing the time before he can step into the ring with a real champion. Logan is in Ragin’s personal bubble, ordering him to cease his unlawful manoeuvre and release Remy, but the Master of Rage seems intent on ignoring him. Logan has no choice but to administer the old five count… [align=center]One! Two! Three! Four! Fi --[/align] Before Logan can reach the magic number, Ragin’ drags his prey off the cable and spins him around. Hooking his own head under the champ’s arm, the Russian HEAVES Remy up and drops him face first onto the top turnbuckles, CRACKING his jaw off the top pad! TM: HA! EAT ’BUCKLE REMY! Remy flops to the canvas, his hands instinctively finding his jaw and rubbing his eye as Ragin’ turns and soaks in the “admiration” pouring out of the hearts and minds of the fans. JH: Oh yeah, they love ya Ragin’, can’t get enough of ya. TM: You know sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. JH: Fun too. Ragin’ turns back to his opponent, reaching down and once again entangling his hand into the girly mop that is Remy Barteaux’s hair. He DRAGS him up, damn near tearing out follicles as he pulls him to his feet and…takes a clenched fist to the gut! Ragin’ releases his grip as the Cajun fights back with flailing lefts and rights that see the former World Champion staggered backwards. With his right eye red and watering and his teeth gritted in frustration and anger, Remy charges in with a series of forearms upside Ragin’s head, culminating in the merchant of menace taking his opponent by the writs and whipping him across the ring -- NO! Ragin’ counters, throwing Remy into the ropes and waiting for him to return. He catches him, scoops him up and SLAMS him into the canvas with a SPINEBUST -- NO! Remy counters! He hooks Ragin’s head and drags him down into a DDT! JH: DEE DEE TEE from REMY! Ragin’ rolls aside, clutching his head as Remy does likewise and takes a moment to re-gather himself. He glances over to the Russian, who is already trying to pick himself up and an idea forms in the Cajun’s mind. He pulls himself to his feet, wiping the residue from his eye and waiting for Grigoiry to push himself onto to all fours. Once there, Remy charges in and steps off his back… JH: REMY-SAULT!!! Ragin’s flattened back into the canvas from the standing Moonsault off his own back, and once again Remy rolls off to the side. He picks himself to his feet and fires an unceremonious boot to the side of Ragin’s head, knocking him dizzy enough for the Ultimate Endurance Champion to wrap his hands around his head and drag him up to his feet. He straightens him up, but as the haze clears Ragin’ catches the Cajun in his sights and TAGS him with a HARD right hand that sends him staggering back into the ropes behind him! But Remy comes charging back out with a BOOT to the Russian’s gut and the groggy Grigoiry finds himself doubled over. Remy runs to the side, he leaps up onto the second rope and comes Moonsaulting off, CRASHING INTO THE DOUBLED OVER FORM OF RAGIN’ AND FOLDING HIM INTO THE CANVAS! JH: Another Moonsault from Remy! Unique offence from the champion there. He rolls Ragin’ over and hooks up his leg… [align=center]One! Two -- Kickout![/align] TM: Pfft. Like a couple of flippy floppy Moonsaults could keep the Master of Rage down for three. JH: That was an impressive display from Remy, but you’re right, it’s going to take a lot more for him to keep the Russian down. Not bothering to argue the pin, Remy quickly takes to a knee and starts firing a few well placed shots to Ragin’s forehead before dragging him back up to his feet. He takes his wrist, and whips him into a nearby corner -- But Ragin’ counters! Remy is flung into the turnbuckles -- No! He quickly hops up the ‘buckles until he finds himself perched on the very top, and then comes arcing off with another picture perfect Moonsault to the standing form of Ragin’…who CATCHES HIM, and in one quick, flowing movement DROPS REMY’S SHOULDER ACROSS HIS KNEE! TM: THAT’S why he’s the master! JH: Quick thinking from Ragin’, turning Remy’s Moonsault attempt into a Shoulder Breaker. TM: Ya can’t keep throwing the same moves at a man like Ragin’, he’ll freakin’ adapt. With Remy convulsing on the canvas and clutching his shoulder, Ragin’ wobbles on one knee before dropping backwards onto the canvas. He lies there, dragging in some air and having himself a quick rest as Logan checks on both of them. He’s about to start his ten count when he sees Ragin’ waving and shaking his head, telling him not to bother as he rolls onto his side. Logan shrugs, he gets paid whether he counts or not and frankly it’ll save his arms if he doesn’t have to, so he stands back as Ragin’ begins to push himself back up. Remy’s squirming too, still cradling that shoulder and at the same time trying to force himself back up, but Ragin’s already there and looking to give him a helping hand. He grabs the Cajun’s arm, the one connected to that aching shoulder and YANKS him upright, eliciting a cry of pain from the champ as he’s forced to his feet. Ragin’ takes him by the head and arm, walking him out of the corner before turning him round and THROWING him back in, SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RING POST! JH: Ragin’ painted a bullseye on that shoulder when he cracked it across his knee, now he’s going to aim for it ever chance he gets. As Remy winces in pain his opponent pulls him back out of the metal and foam that makes up the corner of the ring. He takes that arm and locks it into a Hammer Lock, forcing it up Remy’s back and torquing on that shoulder as the Cajun yelps out in pain. Logan is there to see if he wants to give it up, but of course he refuses. He shakes his head definitively from side to side but that only serves to egg the Russian on, and he pushes that arm up just an inch further but enough to warrant a short, sharp scream from his victim. Still Remy holds in there, refusing to tap as he uses his free arm to try and reach round and smack his oppressor in the side of the head. He can’t quite reach though, and all the flailing is staring to grate on Ragin’s nerves, so he ducks his head under Remy’s free arm, hooks him up and, with that Hammer Lock STILL locked in tight, scoops Remy up, tilts him slightly to the right and CRASHES him into the canvas with a Backdrop that sees him landing right on that already suffering shoulder. JH: Hammer Lock Backdrop! And he tilted Remy just right so that he’d land shoulder first! TM: Genius. Sheer genius. JH: A smart move certainly. TM: Genius. JH: Yes alright. TM: *whispers* Genius. Ragin’ rolls onto Remy, pinning him to the canvas as Logan drops in to count… [align=center]One! Two! Kickout![/align] Remy yelps in pain as he forces a shoulder off the canvas, but Ragin’ forces him back down! [align=center]One! Tw - No![/align] Again Remy is forced to push his shoulder up, and again he winces as he does so. Already bored of that game, the Master of Rage switches to the champ’s side and wraps his arm around Remy’s, tilting him just enough so that he can push a knee into his shoulder blade and tear back on that arm! Remy grits his teeth in pain, screaming through them as Ragin’ barks at Logan to get in his face and ask him to quit. TM: You might as well tap Remy, he’s going to break your arm if you don’t. JH: With the mind set Ragin’s in right now I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. You may actually be right, it might be safer for Remy to quit now and fight again another day. Despite that sage advice, Remy refuses to give. He vigorously shakes his head form side to side as he slams a fist into the canvas, not to tap but to divert the pain. Doesn’t seem to work though and so he tries to dig his fingers into the mat and drag himself and Ragin’ toward the ropes. TM: Ha! He’s gonna try and pull them both? It’s like a tug of war with Remy’s arm, it’s gonna freakin’ come off in a minute. Remy tries desperately to shift both of them across the ring, but Moore’s description rings true as Ragin’s position gives him both the stability and leverage he needs to dig in and let Remy’s vain attempt at freedom do all the damage. Logan is once again in Remy’s grimacing face, but the stubborn Cajun just won’t give. TM: Has there ever been a one armed wrestler before? There was that guy with one leg but at least he had both arms. Can’t suplex someone with one arm. The desperate Cajun THUMPS his fist into the canvas once more as he turns his head back toward Ragin’. That grinning maw and arrogant glance seem to fire the champion up and he swings his free arm back into Ragin’s face! The Russian is startled but keeps his grip, in fact he DIGS his knee in deeper and WRENCHES the arm harder, but Remy doesn’t give up. He swings again, and again, flailing his fist through the air in the vain hope that it will…and it does! It SMACKS Ragin’ right in the jaw and rattles him just enough for him to loosen his grip. Remy slips his arm out like the slippery thief that he is and rolls as fast as he can toward the ropes, onto the apron and drops down at ringside, all while clutching his arm to his side. JH: He got free! I thought for sure Ragin’ had it there, but somehow Remy managed to get loose. TM: ‘Cos he’s a weasley little Cajun thief that’s how. Remy takes a moment to rest his shoulder and arm as Ragin’ gets to his feet inside the ring. Logan leans through the ropes to check on Remy, who waves him away with his good arm as the bad one clings to his side, and so the ref turns his attention inward to find Ragin’ clutching at his jaw. He motions for Logan to come check on him and he complies, inspecting the area where Remy’s errant fist made contact. JH: Oh come on, you damn near broke a man’s arm and you’re worried about a little slap in the face. TM: Hey! That’s a million dollar face right there, if that Cajun’s even dented it then he really should have his arm broke. As Ragin’ keeps the ref busy in the ring, Natalya weaves her way around the outside and brings herself up next to the Cajun. She sneaks up behind him and grabs his right arm, TWISTING it into an arm wrench! A simple enough move but one that hurts like a mother bitch when said arm has nearly been torn from it’s socket. Remy screams out in pain, nearly causing Logan to turn round to inspect the sound but Ragin’ too yelps at the “pain” surging though his jaw and keeps the ref’s attention firmly on him. Meanwhile, Natalya WRENCHES that arm again, twisting it round and causing more pain to shoot through the shoulder, before she SLAMS it backwards into the ring post! JH: I’m trying to be surprised and outraged, but frankly with that little witch at ringside this was inevitable. TM: Did you just call her a witch? Hitchen! How dare you besmirch her honour so. JH: Honour? HA! That’s a laugh. Natalya picks up that arm once more and stretches it out ready to wrap it round the ring post one more time, but Remy shoots out his free arm and grabs himself a handful of her luxurious raven locks. He watches out of the corner of his eye as Ragin’ spies what’s going on and shoves Logan out of the way. He charges for the ropes, drops to the canvas and hits a Baseball Slide to the outside…just as Remy pulls back and yanks Natalya into his path! TM: He hit Natayla! JH: Oh no. Ragin’ quickly comes to the realisation of what just happened and stands over Natayla’s downed form, slumped against the barricades. He drops to his knees beside her, brushing her hair out of her face as he checks on his manager. Her eyes flicker open and she turns to him, it’s all very sweet and emotional…and about to be broken up as Remy comes running in with a dropkick to the back of Ragin’s head! The Master of Rage is thrown forward onto Natalya’s lap, who can only sit there and watch as Remy steps off his back and lands another REMY-SAULT, squashing Natalya between her man and the mats! JH: HA! Another Moonsault from Remy. That’s gotta be my favourite one so far. TM: You’re sick, you know that right? In the head. How can you derive pleasure from that? JH: She’s a bitch. TM: But she’s hot! Remy pulls himself off of the pile and rolls himself back into the ring where he takes a much needed rest, still clutching at his arm and rolling his shoulder around in it’s socket to try and get everything working properly again. Meanwhile, Ragin’ is peeling himself off Natalya and checking on the ice queen to make sure she’s ok, and sneering back at Logan as he starts his count. [align=center]One! Two![/align] Ragin’ helps his manager to her feet and makes sure she’s stable as she leans against the barricade. [align=center]Three! Four![/align] Remy rolls to his front and pushes himself up using his good arm. [align=center]Five! Six! Seven![/align] Ragin’ rolls himself back into the ring and bee-lines straight for the rising Remy. He fires a STIFF right hand across the Cajun’s jaw that sends the champ reeling, but Ragin’ quickly grabs his ailing right arm and drags him back into a standing LARIAT! Remy drops to the canvas, but Ragin’ keeps a hold of the arm and begins twisting it round, causing Remy to squeal out in pain…before he kicks his legs around and sweeps the Russian off his feet! Both men are down but Remy is quick to scramble to his feet, fighting through the pain as best he can. He reaches down and drags Ragin’ up, only to take a swinging right to the jaw that knocks him off balance. Ragin’ takes him by the arm, the bad arm, and whips him across the ring and into the far ropes. Remy rebounds and charges right back into a LARI -- NO!! Remy manages to hop up and twist himself around Ragin’s body until he finds himself in the Crucifix position! He drags the Russian back and SPIKES his head into the canvas with the… JH: FLUX INCAPACITATOR!!! Ragin’ is folded into the canvas as Remy rolls to the side, clutching his arm once again as he tries to sit up. He glances over to the non-moving Ragin’ and begins to drag himself toward him. He throws an arm over! He’s got a pin! But Logan doesn’t see it as he’s busy trying to shoo Natalya off the apron! JH: Remy has him! That’s gotta be it! Damn that Natayla, didn’t she learn from her last attempt at interference!? TM: That’s dedication, Hitchen, putting her well being on the line like that. Remy looks around, confused as to why he can’t hear the sound of palm on canvas, and spots Natalya’s efforts to distract the referee. He pulls himself off Ragin’ and drags himself to his feet before storming over to the apron and…watching as Carl wraps his giant hands around the woman’s waist and picks her off the apron! JH: HA! That’s it Carl, get rid of her. TM: HEY! Take your hands off her you big lout! Natayla kicks and screams as Carl removes her from the apron with ease and throws her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, before turning back Remy and giving him the thumbs up. Remy chuckles, finding the whole thing far more amusing then Ragin’ who has just now spotted what’s going on at ringside. He pulls himself to his feet and storms over toward the ropes -- NO! He runs straight into a Drop Toe Hold from Remy! Ragin’ is fuming as he pushes himself up and spins round…into a YAKUZA KICK FROM RE -- NO!! Ragin’ ducks the foot and charges in, raising a STIFF knee up into Remy’s gut that sends the Cajun reeling! He’s doubled over, and Ragin’ takes his head and shoves it between his legs before HEAVING him up onto his shoulders! TM: Here it comes! Ragin’ reaches up, grabbing Remy’s head but also hooking that injured arm, before dropping into a sitting position and DRIVING Remy face first into the canvas while also CRACKING that arm over his leg! Remy jolts up from the impact and the pain and Ragin’ rolls him over, hooking the leg! [align=center]One! Two!! THREE!!![/align] TM: HA! HE DID IT! Ragin’ pulls himself up, sneering down at his beaten opponent as “That’s What They All Say” blares through the speakers and Natalya slides in to join him. TM: Pfft, Remy didn’t stand a chance, not even with his big ape of a friend at ringside. JH: He did great to go as long as he did with that injured arm, of course Natalya’s little interference didn’t help matters. TM: Don’t try and take anything away from Ragin’s win. He beat Remy, he broke him, and he didn’t need any help for that. Next stop, the Dual Crown. MA: Here is your winner, RAAAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIIIIN’!!! Ragin’ stands and Natalya drapes herself over his shoulder as he glares down at his new favourite toy, all twisted and broken on the canvas below. He steps over him and he and his companion take their leave of the ring and step out onto the walkway. Carl slides in and tends to his fallen friend as Remy cranes his head and glares at the victor as he swans up the walkway. JH: Well before he gets to Swytch, I’d say there’s still a score to settle here. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] JH: And now it’s time for yet another one of these challenge matches from Smarty Smark. TM: Last week was just a minor set back, this week his new and improved international star is going to crush Loon. JH: I would more be hopeful that this one does at least a better performance than the one before it. TM: Those dirty Japanese lied to Smarty! JH: Sure they did, but in either case the Samurai was about as affective as if he got you to wrestle Loon. TM: Hey, don’t bunch me in with the Samurai, if I wanted to, I could take Loon, I just choose not to. MA: The following contest is the scheduled second match of this edition of TNT and is scheduled for a fifth teen minute time limit with one fall to a finish. 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 exactly at six feet…HE! IS! LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN TWOOOOOOOOO POOOOIIINNNNNT ZZZZZZZEEEEEEERRRRRROOOOOO~!!! TM: God I hate him, I hate even looking at him. JH: Well, if Smarty’s warrior defeats Loon, you won’t have to look at him for long. ”Drugs” the instrumental version by Lil’ Kim starts playing over the P.A. system as the lights fade into a golden shade, images of Smarty Smark, Paper Bag Man and Extreme Ninja #2 start airing on the ‘Tron as it is greeted by a mixed reaction from the fans. The curtain is thrown back and out walks Extreme Ninja #2 leading the group, wearing his FIW Cruiserweight Championship of the World over his robe as Paper Bag Man is right behind him, Smarty Smark is next and he spins around to face the curtain, pointing at it as he shouts “THIS IS YOUR END LOON!” Out from behind the curtain walks a man wearing hockey gear, from the goalie gloves to the hockey jersey to the hockey pants and even a hockey stick, only thing he is missing is the skates and the helmet. This odd mystery man looks around as his clothes are all red and white, he shouts suddenly in a thick accent “Eh?! Eh?! Eh?! Where’s me Canadian bacon you hoosers!” to jeers from the fans as he walks down the walk way, slamming his hockey stick against it. MA: Hailing from Windsor, Canada, he weighs in tonight at two hundred pounds and stands at six foot…HE! IS! THE CAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNUUUUUUUUUUUCK~!!! JH: What…the…hell… TM: Ah ha! Now Loon has to face the mightiest warrior from the great North! The Canuck enters the ring and hands Smarty Smark his hockey stick as PBM and Ninja hop off of the walk way and stroll around ringside, Smarty Smark nods his head and takes the hockey stick, hopping down to the ringside floor as well. Loon raises an eyebrow as the Canuck throws off his hockey gloves and shouts “I’m gonna pound you like you were a stack of pancakes with good ole Canadian maple syrup on top, eh?!” [align=center]DING DING DING~![/align] Upon the sound of the bell the Canuck runs at Loon, though runs rather strangely, as the way he moves his legs it almost looks like he was skating towards his opponent, he gets to Loon and grabs the Loonie one’s shirt, pulling it up over his arms and head, binding and blinding Loon. The Canuck unloads a flurry of axe handle strikes to Loon’s punch and wild and sloppy punches, trying to pound him right into the very canvas they are standing on, after a few moments of it the Canuck stops and lifts his arms up into the air yelling “Eh?!” as the fans jeer him. Calmly Loon stands back up and his shirt falls back down onto him fully, he blinks a few times, and the Canuck looks over at Loon and blinks a few times too, it seems as if the Canuck’s blows did nothing to Loon, the Canuck tilts his head and yells “Eh?!” Loon kicks him on the mid-section, causing the man from Canada to double over as Loon wraps his arm around his neck and gets a bit of a running start before he spins and drives the Canuck head first into the canvas with the Twisted Transistor, and while he has him down on the canvas he locks him into the Almost Gone! TM: Crap! The Canuck! Do some thing! JH: Loon just planted him with the Twisted Transistor and now has him locked in the Almost Gone! TM: Use your damn magical Canadian powers to break out of this! JH: Could be the second week in a row Loon defeats one of Smarty’s tests! And the Canuck proceeds to tap out rapidly as he screams in a high pitched and girly tone over and over again “Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!” as the referee calls for the bell. JH: And it’s over already! TM: Damn it! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner by submission…LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN~!!! JH: Looks like Smarty’s money has failed him again! TM: How does Loon keep getting so damn lucky?! Is he on the juice now or some thing?! ”Cult of Personality” plays over the sound system as Loon releases the Almost Gone on the Canuck, he stands up and allows the FIW official to lift his arm in victory as Smarty Smark throws a few on the outside. Smarty jumps up and down as he shakes his fists, throwing the hockey stick to the ground and his face turning a bright red as he curses at such a fast pace it would make even Sonic the Hedgehog say he was quick. Loon looks out to Extreme Ninja #2 as his arm is raised and with his free one makes a motion to his waist and then points at Ninja as he says “Soon”, Extreme Ninja #2 nods his head as he follows after PBM who is helping Smarty to the back and trying to calm him down. Backstage we find Dante Coles, in all his caramel gorgeousness, picking through the many options catering his provided for his dining pleasure. His meal selection is interrupted when he senses a presence moving up behind him. He drops the plate on the table and spins around, his dark gaze falling on the woman of his dreams and yours… okay, maybe not. But it’s Kennedy. She grins at him, taking a step towards him. Kennedy: Hey Dante. Dante: What? Dante’s voice is cold and demanding, causing Kennedy to take that step back. She brings a hand up to her chest, looking up at him in offense. Kennedy: “What?” You know, there was a time when we greeted one another a bit differently. Kennedy’s insulted expression softens as she speaks, doing her best to turn on the Kennedy charm. Dante, however, is completely unaffected. Dante: Yeah, well those days are long over. Kennedy pouts her disappointment but a smile emerges anyways as she presses on. Kennedy: Don’t tell me you’re still upset over that whole me betraying you for Nadia thing. That was ages ago. Dante’s stone-cold expression finally breaks, a grin spreading across his face. Dante: Oh, no. You’re right. That was aaaages ago. I’m not still… yeah! Yeah, I am. A little bit. Dante’s expression snaps back to dead seriousness. He raises up his hand, showing her his index finger and thumb almost touching as he illustrates how upset he still is with her. Kennedy chuckles nervously, but it doesn’t deter Dante’s resolve any. Kennedy: Alright. I guess I’ll just… Kennedy motions for herself to make her exit, receiving a nod from Dante. But Kennedy cocks her head to the side, ceasing her exit as she appears to be looking for something. Dante isn’t amused. Dante: What? Kennedy: I’m sorry. You just look… something’s off about you. Dante looks down at himself… yeah, that’s hot… but sees nothing out of the ordinary. Kennedy: Oh! I know what it is. You look a lot different without that Ultimate Endurance Championship hanging off your shoulder. Dante sighs, his jaw clenching in irritation as he glances off to the side. Perhaps he’s checking if there’s anyone around that would see him strangling her. Kennedy: It must be really embarrassing to have lost that belt to someone so beneath you. That would never happen to Swytch. As Kennedy sings the praises of her mentor with a huge smile on her face, Dante continues to stare off to the side, angrily mumbling something that we can’t hear. Kennedy: And I guess after what we saw earlier tonight… that would never happen to Ragin’ either. Her smile spreads wider, almost breaking out into a laugh as she continues to drill the point further into Dante. Kennedy: So, uh… champ, how’s it feel to be left behind? Dante doesn’t get to answer the question, though I’d guess he has no intentions of doing it anyways, as Kennedy finally takes her leave with a satisfied grin plastered on her face. Dante turns his head to watch Kennedy walk away, his glaring eyes locked on her. [align=center]"MY COCK IS MUCH BIGGER THAN YOURS!"[/align] Darren Malakian's high-pitched and strained vocals shock the system as he and Serj Tankian rock System of a Down's "Cigaro" into our eardrums. Strobe lights flash from the entryway in time with the jamming guitar. Graver strolls out onstage with a beer in one hand, sandwich in the other, and the title over his shoulder. He takes a deep swig, giving an absent-minded set of horns to the fans around the sandwich. They boo him, and the horns soon turn into a middle finger. MA: The following match is scheduled for ONE fall, and is for the Fighting Spirit Championship! Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... he is your FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION... ... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!! Graver makes his way down the walkway to the ring, stepping under the top rope and pausing to take a look at all the fans. They boo the piss out of him, and he waves them off. Graver quickly chugs the remaining portion of his beer before placing the sandwich in a corner and removing his belt, hat, and other accessories, handing them to a ring monkey with a stern warning not to "get them all fucked up". He‘s then gifted with a microphone. Graver: OK, cut my fucking music. The music cuts. Graver has power! Shock, awe! Graver: So, Rob Storm is dead, that’s sad and shit. Sam Kinloch’s off fightin’ some psycho skull-headed steer-herder. Goody gumdrops for her. April Lynn is still trying to cling to the shreds of her precious cruiserweight championship… baby cakes, GIVE IT UP. So what’s that leave me with? Graver throws his arms out to his sides and shrugs at the booing audience. Graver: It leaves me with fuckall! That’s right! I’ve got no opponents for the mucho-coveted…-o… Fighting Spirit Title. So I searched far and wide… near and narrow… and I finally found an opponent for my match tonight. Graver moves to meet Michael Anders, handing him a note card and giving him the thumbs up. He tosses his mic outside the ring to a monkey and relaxes in the opposite corner. Michael looks at the card, incredulous, then back at Graver. Graver nods and motions for him to go head. MA: Ladies and gentlemen… already in the ring… weighing in at a quarter of a pound… made from ingredients mostly purchased from Wal*Mart… a HAAAAAAMMMMM SAAAAAANNNNDWIIIIIIICH!!! JH: … what!? TM: *laughs* Awesome! The bell rings, and Graver moves to the middle of the ring, in a mock fighting stance, looking rather like RVD throwing punches at the air. JH: I… I can’t believe what I’m hearing, but it appears as though Graver’ll be defending his Fighting Spirit Championship… against a ham sandwich. The sandwich, of course, does not move. Graver as such moves toward it, picking it up. He smashes the sandwich against the side of his face, and pretends to be hurt, stumbling backward as the sandwich continues to be smashed into the side of his face. Crumbs litter the ring as Graver backpedals into the corner. He starts fake-punching himself in the head with the sandwich, and an uneasy crowd begins counting the ten punches. Michaela doesn’t even bother telling the sandwich to get down, thoroughly unimpressed by this display. TM: Man, how intense! The sandwich is mounting a strong offense! JH: Are you serious? TM: Come on, Hitchen, get with the program! This sandwich is the greatest thing since sliced bread! HA! JH: Oh Christ, shoot me… Graver stumbles, woozy, out of the corner, and the sandwich again attempts to crash into his face, but Graver catches it with the other hand and hooks it under his arm, falling backward. TM: DDT! What a great turnaround for Graver! JH: He’s wrestling a SANDWICH. Graver puts a hand on the sandwich, looking poised… but nothing happens. He frowns at Michaela, and beckons her to come over. She rolls her eyes and walks over, dropping to lazily count… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! NO! Graver THROWS himself backward off the sandwich![/align] TM: You just can’t keep a good sandwich down! JH: Actually, the good ones DO stay down. It’s the bad ones you have to revisit. TM: Was that an attempt at humor, Hitchen? This is a serious match. The Fighting Spirit Championship is on the line! JH: How could I forget? Graver gets back to his feet and charges for the sandwich, laying innocuously on the ground, but Graver suddenly trips and falls flat on his face, curling his foot upward and shouting in pain! TM: ACK! The sandwich has Graver locked in a drop toe hold! JH: I can’t believe this… TM: I know! Graver’s in trouble, you know how much he hates submissions! Graver reaches his arm outward and grabs the ropes, hugging them, but still crying out in pain. Michaela points an accusing finger at the sandwich and opens her mouth, then shuts it, wondering why the hell she was just about to yell at a sandwich for not releasing a hold that doesn’t even exist. TM: Grr, that sandwich is such a rule breaker! He should be disqualified. JH: Yeah, I don’t think there’s any threat of THAT happening. Graver pulls himself up using the ropes and picks up the sandwich. He starts punching it right in the bread, bits of lettuce and mayo flopping onto the canvas. TM: Graver’s taking control of the match again! Graver suddenly thrusts the sandwich between his thighs, and does a little grinding dance. JH: Is he… !? TM: YES!! THE VIOLENT PORNOGRAPHY!! VIOLENT PORNOGRAPHY ON THE SANDWICH!!! But the sandwich doesn’t tap out, as it has no arms. Graver releases it from the hold, and brings it to his mouth… AND TAKES A BITE RIGHT OUT OF THE SANDWICH!!! TM: HE BIT HIM!! GRAVER BIT THE SANDWICH!! JH: Please, the sandwich is not a “he”. TM: It’s a “she”? JH: No! It’s an it! It’s a sandwich! Graver continues to tear into the sandwich voraciously, finally finishing it up and licking his fingers. He then lies belly-first on the floor, and motions for Michaela to count. She sighs and shakes her head, dropping down to the mat and counting the “pin”. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! Dingdingdingdingding![/align] MA: Your winner and STILL Fighting Spirit Champion… GRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYYYYVEEEERRRR!!! TM: I don’t believe it, Hitchen! This has to be the first time in history that someone has ever lost a match because they’d been INGESTED by their opponent! JH: I hope it’s the last. Graver throws his arms up in celebration, accepting his title and other things back. But his celebration is soon interrupted as "Toxic" by Britney Spears hits the speakers, announcing the arrival of our great General Manager Madison Lee. She steps out onto the stage, microphone at her side and a "I hate your living guts" glare at Graver. TM: Hey! It's Madison! JH: And she does NOT look happy. TM: I wonder why not. As Thomas continues to wonder about something the rest of us can clearly see, Madison's music fades out and allows her to bring the microphone up to her lips. Madison: Wow, Graver. What an impressive Fighting Spirit Championship defense. Graver nods his agreement, once again throwing his arms into the air in celebration. The crowd respond with plenty of boos and jeers for the man that robbed them of a title match here tonight. Although, technically, they did get a title match. Madison: If you can't detect the sarcasm in that comment... then I guess you're really drunk. Gee, it must be Tuesday. But hopefully you're coherent enough to get this. Otherwise you’re going to be in for a big surprise next week. TM: What? Huh? We’re getting a big surprise next week?! JH: I hope it’s not another defense against a food product. Madison: Next week, you WILL be defending your Fighting Spirit Championship against a REAL opponent. And that opponent is going to be decided in an over the top rope battle royal! And guess what! That match is happening… NEXT! The crowd go crazy as “Toxic” hits the speakers once more, Graver jaw dropping to the canvas in obvious protest of having to defend his title in back to back weeks. JH: Oh my God! A Fighting Spirit contenders match! And it’s next! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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JH: Welcome back from the commercial break ladies and gentlemen, if you just joined us after Graver flaking out on his defense of the title, Madison has announced she is holding a five person battle royal to decide the new contender for Graver’s championship! TM: Flaking out? Jonathon, watch your tongue that was perhaps the greatest match we’ve ever seen in FIW! JH: I wouldn’t exactly call what went on a match, Thomas. TM: Well I would, so who’s in this battle royale thing? JH: How should I know? TM: What?! You don’t know?! Damn it Jonathon! How am I suppose to look like I know what I’m doing if you can’t even recall what’s next so I can sponge it off of you! MA: The following contest is a scheduled battle royal to determine the number one contender for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship and it is scheduled to continue until one man or woman is left standing inside that ring, and all other competitors’ feet have touched the ringside floor after being thrown over the top rope, and it is scheduled for a thirty minute time limit, your officials for this contest are Richard Kelly and Logan Black! 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[/align] 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[/align] 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: Competitor number one hails from Detroit, Michigan and he is the reigning FIW Cruiserweight Champion of the World…HE! IS! EXXXXXXXTRRRRRRREMMMMMMME NNNNNNNIIIIINNNNNNJAAAAAA~!!! TM: Alright! Ninja could become in just a week’s time a double champ baby! JH: We don’t even know the rest of the wrestlers that are in this and already you are assuming Ninja will win? TM: Well…yeah… JH: Oi. 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: Competitor number two hails from Aurora, Ohio… SHE! IS! AAAAAAPRRRRRIL LLLLLLLYYYNNN~!!! She reaches the ring and grabs a hold of the top chord, gazing back at the crowd on either side of the walkway before stepping in under the middle rope. She steps into the center of the ring and raises her arm up once again in acknowledgement of the fans, spinning to face all four sides before backing into her corner. She does some last minute warm-ups as she awaits the start of the contest. JH: April is in the battle royal! This alone should be interesting as April and Ninja just faced each other last week! TM: …Oh fuck me tender… JH: What the hell? TM: You know, I’d think some times if Madison wasn’t so great, that she seriously had some thing against Ninja. “Hey Now” hits the speakers and the crowd explode for their favourite silent giant. Strobes search the auditorium before returning to the entranceway to pick out his massive silhouette cast against the entrance. [align=center]I'm a menace to society baby The police wanna relocate me They running with gun up but they can't fade me They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy I ride one in the chamber, gun on cock '6-tre Chevrolet rollin without no top Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop California to Virginia Timmy making it hot [/align] He steps forward onto the walkway, his title belt sparkling under the house lights, his eyes focused completely on the ring as his partner Remy steps out from his impressive shadow. The two begin their trek toward the ring, Remy bopping to the beat and generally trying to have a good time, Carl remaining as stoic as ever. [align=center]Taking long rides in the G4 plane X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane Yeah! Got the world saying my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, c'mon! Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody[/align] As the chorus kicks in the two Cajuns reach the ring, Remy dropping down to the side and moving to a natural position as Carl steps in over the top rope. He removes his strap and hands it to the ref before walking across the ring, grabbing a hold of the top set of cables and tugging at them as if to test their integrity. Seemingly happy they can hold his weight, Carl turns back to the entranceway to await the start of his match. MA: Competitor number three hails from New Orleans, Louisiana and he is one half of the reigning FIW World Tag Team Champions…HE! IS! CAAAAAARRRRLLLLL LLLLLUUUUCAAAAASSSS~!!! TM: God I hope there are more people who, ya know, DON’T hate Ninja or Smarty in this match. JH: Well that’s what happens Thomas when you make an enemy out of nearly the entire roster. TM: That’s just a pack of lies, name one person on this roster that isn’t apart of April’s lil’ bunch of merry friends that Smarty has pissed off? JH: Well for starters Ale- The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers… [align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align] …Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring… [align=center]Lift Up The Receiver I'll Make You A Believer![/align] …Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin. MA: Competitor number four hails from Kings Beach, California…HE! IS! AAAALLLLLEEEEX EEEEVVVVAAAANSSSS~!!! JH: Oh the irony… TM: Shut up, just shut up. JH: I’m not sure whether this is actually suppose to be a number one contender’s battle royal or just a way for Madison to get that fat piggie to scrim. TM: Darn it, shut up already, bad enough I have to watch this go down. 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 competitor number five hails from Parts Unknown…HE! IS! OOOOONNNNNNIIIIIIIKAAAAAAGE~!!! TM: Uh oh Spaghetti-Os JH: And here is a man that has been on quite the roll lately, even defeating two of the competitors in this match. TM: I think he is the only one with a shot at winning this thing besides Silent Bob, after all, I’m not sure if the other three can even lift Silent Bob up. JH: It would take more than just eating their vitamins and saying their prays to do that feat. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] As soon as the bell rings Alex Evans charges towards Ninja while the others stay in their resting places, watching each other, Extreme Ninja #2 looks around in a panicked manner as Smarty shouts at him to do some thing while Alex looks to be going for a lariat. In the blink of an eye Ninja side steps Alex, avoiding the lariat, and grabs him by the back of the head and uses his momentum to send him flying right over the top rope! Evans tumbles down off of the apron and onto the mats below as Smarty applauds Ninja’s ability and laughs at Alex, Alex tries to crawl up to his feet and get at Smarty but Smarty backs away quickly and security restrains Mister High Spot, taking him to the back. JH: We are down to four wrestlers in this thing ladies and gentlemen! TM: Ha, Ninja’s skills and sheer greatness were just too much for Alex. MA: Alex Evans has been eliminated~! JH: Seemed more like he just by luck eliminated him to me, Thomas. TM: No, if you go back and slow it down you’ll clearly see Alex realize just how great Ninja is and how he doesn’t stand a chance, piss himself and jump over the top rope to escape having to face that beast of a champion. Ninja turns his back to the ring and lifts his arms up over his head, bouncing up and down happily that he made an elimination, that is he does until April dropkicks him right on the back of the head, EN #2 flies over the top rope, but luckily in mid-flight grabs a hold of the top rope, sending him safely down onto the apron. Smarty Smark storms over and waves his hands, trying to shoo April away from Extreme Ninja #2 to allow his client to get off of the apron though of course April doesn’t, Ninja in a some what dazed state, still feeling the blow to the back of his head, stands up, Miss Lynn swings for a punch but En #2 ducks it, peaking back into the ring from between the top and middle rope, and clubbing April on the mid-section with his shoulder, knocking the wind out of her. Mean while on the other side of the ring Onikage and Carl stare each other down, a slight hint of hesitation in Carl’s eyes and a slight hint of bemusement in Onikage’s eyes behind his leather mask, slowly Carl walks towards the center of the ring and Onikage follows him to it, the two meet in the center of the ring, masked face to massive chest, the masked oddity stares up at Carl while the gigantic Cajun stares down at Onikage. It is Carl who makes the first move by smacking Onikage’s leather bound face with an open hand slap, Onikage returns the favor with a forearm strike, neither man budges from the blows, Carl unloads a few more open hand slaps one after the other, and Onikage responds by driving a succession of forearms strikes to Carl’s face, each blow from both men having a stiff thud to the blows, but amazingly neither man moves a single inch as it breaks down after Onikage’s series of forearm shots, Carl and Onikage start just going to town on each other wildly with open hand slaps and forearm strikes by the plenty. TM: Gah! April nearly cheated Extreme Ninja #2 out of his destiny of becoming a double champion! JH: I don’t think that is Ninja’s destiny, even if he some how makes it through these three other wrestlers, he still has to make it past Graver next week too. TM: Glad to hear you are finally giving Graver his due. JH: Oh, I’ll give him his due alright, despite lacking the talent to go toe to toe with even any of the people inside that ring, his sneakiness and cheap tactics equal out the playing field. And good god Carl is delivering some vicious shots that have quite some painful intent in mind for those they are intended for! FIW’s Cruiserweight Champion of the World pulls his upper body out from between the top and middle rope and looks down at April who is doubled over, he then looks from side to side as some fans cheer him and some fans jeer him, he grabs hold of the top rope with both hands and pulls back on it, sling shots himself up on top of it but only stays there for a few moments as he leaps off of it, double stomping the back of April’s head and driving her face first onto the canvas as he lands by staying on the back of her head. He hops off as Smarty slides his upper body in under the bottom rope and yells taunts at the dazed April, Ninja grabs his sign and scribbles some thing onto it, he holds it up triumphantly to the fans and it reads “Bust a move” which he then proceeds to do perhaps the worst dance moves ever seen on television as Smarty and PBM clap along with one another to create a beat for Ninja to dance to, saying together “Go Ninja, go Ninja, it’s your birth-day, it’s your birth-day, go Ninja, go Ninja” as he makes his way towards Lynn’s limp body, when he reaches her he stops and claps his own hands together, flipping forward in a senton flip fashion and drops a leg drop to the back of April’s neck. On the other side of the ring the fans are going nuts as Carl and Onikage continue to pound each other’s brains in, still both men have not moved an inch from their original positions as Carl’s skin starts to change colors on his face from the blows and Onikage’s mask looks like it is being reshape by Carl’s slaps, perhaps in an attempt to gain the advantage Onikage spins in place and delivers a roaring forearm, with enough momentum by it from the spinning to cause Carl to stumble back one step, which is just enough to enrage the big man as he barrels right back towards Onikage, looking like he is ready to step right on Onikage, thus making Onikage back track quickly as Carl fires off a flurry of open hand slaps, so quickly and so hard the little amount of sweat Onikage’s developed springs off of his head and creates a mist like affect around them as the crowd goes nuts. To put a period at the end of this flurry Carl grabs Onikage’s head and nearly caves his jaw into the top of his mouth with a massive European uppercut, sending Onikage into the ropes where he leans against them limply and looking like he is on dream street right about now, he grabs the Straight Edge Savior’s wrist and whips him out of the ropes and across the ring, Onikage bounces off of the ropes and runs back towards Carl as the big Cajun lifts up one of his tree trunk sized legs, hitting a big boot on his masked foe, otherwise known as Sole Brother, before Onikage can fully crash against the canvas though the tag champ snatches a handful of his long black hair, keeping him in a kneeling position, as he lowers his leg he lifts Onikage back up to his feet, but only keeps him there for a moment as he lifts the former three time tag champ up over his head, Carl circles around in place with Onikage over his head as the fans sit in awe, he then quickly drops the Straight Edge sociopath onto his shoulders and throws himself back, squashing Onikage under all of his three hundred and thirty eight pound frame with Going Down to Old Town! JH: Carl hits the Sole Brother and Going Down to Old Town one right after another! TM: Bah, won’t help him, besides, he is just whiny over Onikage messing with his little playmate. JH: I could understand why Carl might be mad with Onikage if he is about the Kailey subject, Kailey is a good friend of his. And as for not helping him, that’s not true at all; if he tires out Onikage to the point where he could normally pick up a pin or some other method of victory, all he’ll have to do is throw Onikage out of the ring. TM: Oh yeah? …Uh…well…Smarty and I tag teamed your mother last night and PBM sat in the corner and watched, ha! April clutches at the back of her neck as she rolls away from Ninja, Smarty yelling at Ninja in a livid manner to go after her, Extreme Ninja #2 slowly follows after April Lynn as she rolls into the corner, she grabs hold of the middle buckle and pulls herself up into a sitting position, out of the corner of her eye she notices Ninja walking towards her, when he gets close enough she wraps her legs around his and twists, connecting with a drop toe hold that sends EN #2 mask first into the second turnbuckle to Smarty’s dismay, while she has the cruiserweight champ dazed, Miss Lynn gets pulls herself up to her feet with the ropes and in a hurry climbs up onto the second turnbuckle, Extreme Ninja #2 staggers about, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head as April leaps off of the turnbuckle, in mid-air snatching EN #2’s head from behind and driving him masked face first into the canvas with a top rope bulldog. She rolls over onto her side and wraps her legs around Ninja’s neck, locking in a side head scissors on the man she’s faced three times in the last few weeks now, she wrenches back on the head scissors causing Ninja’s body to twitch violently as she never looks at the submission of even her opponent, rather at Smarty Smark as Smarty starts to panic at ringside, worrying about his precious client’s well being since more and more Ninja’s body goes limp in the clutches of April’s legs, when she feels he’s gone completely limp she releases the head scissors and kips up to her feet, snatching hold of EN #2’s mask and pulling him up to his feet, she throws him across the ring into the ropes, staggering and stumbling all the way he hits the ropes and runs in a staggering fashion back towards April, she uses his own momentum against him as she crouches and out stretches her arms in front of her, grabbing the inner part of his legs and trying to throw him over her head and over the top rope. However in mid-air Ninja manages to just barely grab hold of April’s head with his own legs, the abrupt stop causing EN #2 to lose his balance a bit and the impact of his momentum stopping on her causing April to do the same, the two wiggle and wobble about as April stumbles around in circles, the fans on the edge of their seats, Extreme Ninja #2 starts waving his arms, using their weight and bit of force to direct the two towards the ropes, he snatches hold of the top rope before he throws all of his weight back, connecting with a hurricanrana to April Lynn and sending her flying right over the top rope and him and to the outside as Smarty Smark looks like Christmas came early this year! TM: Yes! Oh great Buddha! Thank you! JH: Oh my god! Ninja just eliminated April! Ninja just eliminated April! MA: April Lynn has been eliminated~! TM: It is down to three! And two of the guys I like, hooray for me! JH: You know, as much as I hate to admit it as I hate that pig of a manager, you might have been right earlier when you said it was Ninja’s destiny to at least get the chance to become a double champion! Carl sits up and starts to get to his feet casually as Onikage lays rather lifeless where the big man left him, however upon hearing that announcement Carl whips around, looking quickly around the ring, spotting Extreme Ninja #2 as he flips back onto his feet inside the ring, the big man’s eyes narrow as he glares a hole into Ninja while Extreme Ninja #2 sighs a sigh of relief, though suddenly he seems to get the feeling some one is looking at him, slowly he looks up and comes hidden eyes to visible angry eyes with Carl, though it just barely can be made out due to the cloth over Ninja’s neck, but a muted gulp can be seen just as Smarty realizes Carl’s eyes are now locked on Ninja too. Smarty Smark frantically yells at Ninja to run for the hills as all three hundred and thirty eight pounds of Carl Lucas barrels towards the tiny man, Carl jumps into the air and gets perhaps the most air any one has ever seen him get in a FIW ring before he lands, hitting a body splash on Extreme Ninja #2 and squashing him between his massive frame and the ropes, when he steps back Extreme Ninja #2 limply falls down to his knees, mean while on the other side of the ring Onikage’s body starts to show a few signs of the life still in it. Paper Bag Man, per Smarty’s orders, hops up onto the apron and yells, trying to cause a distraction for Carl, but Remy races across ringside, grabbing hold of PBM’s pant leg and yanks him right off the apron before his partner has to deal with it while some staff attends to April at ringside, Smarty growls and stomps up to Remy, yelling and screaming at the blonde Cajun for doing that, but as soon as Remy lifts up a balled up fist to Smarty, Smarty Smark runs faster than any time FIW viewers have seen him since he messed with Swytch and hurries over to the opposite side of the ringside area than where Remy is currently at. JH: Carl Lucas is being absolutely dominant in this match! TM: Oh come on! Remy and Carl are nothing but a bunch of thugs, picking on poor Smarty Smark, Paper Bag Man and Ninja like that! JH: Poor Smarty Smark? The man has plotted and devised various plots to try and dismantle FIW wrestlers and is an egomaniac that seems to have delusions to one day take over FIW as a whole. Though I will give you Paper Bag Man and Ninja but that’s only because they have to put up with that ass hole. TM: Yeah…but first off, he pays well and second off, he’s a nice evil genius with delusions on a grand scale. Mister Lucas glares down at Extreme Ninja #2’s limp and on his knees body, he wraps his massive hands around EN#2’s masked head and tightly holds it within them, the cruiserweight champ’s head looking like only a basket ball in the tag champ’s ample hands, Carl viciously drives the very point of his knee cap into EN #2’s masked face with a knee strike, and then another, and then another, and a fourth knee strike, and a fifth, Carl wraps it up by hopping up slightly and driving both into Ninja’s face with a double knee strike, causing Carl to drop to his knees as Ninja falls to the mat after Lucas lets go of his head, Smarty Smark looking on the verge of tears on the outside while Remy cheers on his friend, Carl grabs Ninja’s head and roughly and repeatedly, to yelps of pain from Smarty, slams it against the canvas, at the end of this head banging session he head butts Ninja before slamming his head against the canvas one last time. Remy gives his partner the thumbs up as Carl doesn’t even seem to notice it he is still running on such rage, he charges the opposite side of the ring’s ropes, as he bounces off of them Smarty throws death threats his way verbally, Carl charges back towards Ninja’s limp body and leaps up into the air, but not going too high up before he drops down with a running body splash to Extreme Ninja #2’s torso, looking like he nearly caved in Extreme Ninja #2’s rib cage as Ninja rolls up into a ball, his arms wrapping around that area as he mutedly coughs and heaves in pain. Mean while Onikage starts to stir, pushing himself up into a sitting position, however he crawls to the opposite side of the ring subtly as not to draw attention to himself, casually sitting in the corner as he watches Carl absolutely destroy the FIW Cruiserweight Champion of the World, most of the fans not even noticing him, too busy cheering on Carl out of joy of watching Smarty Smark freak out over the abuse EN #2 is taking. He pushes himself up off of Extreme Ninja #2’s body and grabs the top rope, pulling it down slightly as he uses it to pull himself up to his feet, Carl gives Ninja a good few swift kicks to the side before he bends over and lifts up the much smaller man, he pulls him up to his feet, and then lifts up over his head all one hundred and eighty pounds of the current reigning cruiserweight champ, doing a bit of a work out with the weight as he repeatedly bends and straightens his arms, showing off just a tiny bit before he races towards the side of the ring facing the announcers’ desk, the fans gasp in horror as Carl chucks Extreme Ninja #2 right over the top rope, Thomas Moore and Jonathon Hitchen start to panic and try to scramble out of the way as Ninja soars towards them, but even more amazing and showing Carl’s sheer strength, Extreme Ninja #2 sails right over the announcers safely and crash lands in the first front row behind the announcers, taking down quite a few fans with him and knocking a few out of their seats as the fans’ gasps turns into a monstrous cheer! TM: Holy shit! Carl, that Cajun psychopath, nearly sent Ninja flying into us! JH: Even I have to admit that was mighty risky on Carl’s part! MA: Extreme Ninja #2 has been eliminated~! TM: God I hope Carl doesn’t win this thing. JH: We are down to the final two wrestlers in this battle royal, and personally Moore, if I was a betting man, and given the fact of just how scary dominant Carl Lucas has been so far, I’d put my money on him being the man that faces Graver next week. For several moments Carl inhales and exhales deeply as he glares out past the announcers at Extreme Ninja #2’s still lifeless body that is laying on top of some fans, Smarty Smark and PBM rush over to their client’s side as Smarty raves about filing a lawsuit or some thing of that nature, so caught up is Carl he doesn’t notice, even with Remy’s attempts at warning him, Onikage getting up to his feet and quietly sneaking up towards him, the masked man snatches Carl by the back of his tank top and chucks him right over the top rope! But Carl doesn’t tumble to the floor, Lucas manages to grab the top rope and swing himself, so he lands perfectly on his feet on the apron for a landing, Carl glares down at Onikage who throws a lariat to try and send Carl off of the apron, but it barely phases Carl as Carl head butts Onikage, and then pie faces him, sending the smaller man stumbling back and allowing Carl to push the top rope down as he climbs back into the ring right over it, he marches towards Onikage and throws a lariat of his very own, but Onikage easily ducks it and throws a low side kick to the back of Carl’s knee, causing them to buckle beneath his ample frame, with relatively no effort Onikage wraps his arm around Carl’s neck in a front facelock and throws his weight back, spiking Carl on the head with a DDT. In the blink of an eye Onikage floats over into a sitting position on top of Carl, placing Mister Lucas’ arms over his knees as he inter-clasps his hands together on Carl’s chin, wrenching back on the camel clutch, Carl’s expression contorts into looks of pain as his mouth silently moves around, looking like it might be groaning if it weren’t for the lack of sound coming from him, Remy on the outside claps on the apron, trying to rally the fans behind the big guy, channeling the support and energy of the fans Carl’s arms start to wiggle a bit, after a few moments breaking free of being restrained as Onikage continues to wrench back on the camel clutch, the big Cajun plants his palms against the canvas and pushes himself up, he gets up to one knee and before any one knows it is back on his feet, quickly Onikage goes to release his hold on the tag champ but Carl snatches Onikage’s head, keeping Onikage up in the air behind him, and he with a thunderously thus throws Onikage over his shoulder with a modified snapmare. He greets Onikage when he lands in a sitting position from the snapmare with a soccer kick to the middle of his spine, Onikage’s back arches as he throws his head back, wincing and gasping in pain, Carl throws a second soccer kick, Onikage’s spine area of his back turning red with pain as he tries to scoot away from the bigger man, but Carl stops him right in his tracks with a elbow strike from above to the top of the Straight Edge Savior’s skull, dazing him a bit, his two baseball mitten sized hands grab handful of Onikage’s long black mess of hair and yank him up to his feet by that, Onikage wincing as his hair is pulled, the Cajun lets go and scoops up Onikage, having him resting like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder and as such, Onikage is facing behind Carl, Remy cheers on Carl along with the fans as Carl points in front of him as he goes around in a circle, choosing which side to chuck Onikage over, he opts for the side facing the camera, he barrels towards it and when within inches of it tosses Onikage right off of his shoulder and over the top rope, Onikage’s feet just barely catching the top rope, but it doesn’t manage to stop his fall. JH: Onikage just went over the top rope, he is out of here! Next week is Carl verse Graver! Carl could very well be the Fighting Spirit Champion by next Wednesda- TM: –Wait! Look Hitchen! Look! JH: I can’t believe it! That is amazing! TM: Ah ha ha! The big lug didn’t win! Onikage is still in this thing! Sure enough, Thomas Moore is correct, in mid-fall while Onikage’s feet just barely touched the top rope, his legs had hit the middle rope, getting them tangled up in it and ironically saving Onikage from elimination as he hangs upside down, the top of his head touching the apron as Logan and Kelly race around ringside to check on him while the fans shower this event with jeers, Carl looks around in confusion as the fans start to jeer until Remy yells some thing to him, the gentle giant turns around and spots Onikage hanging upside down as he is caught on the middle rope, immediately Carl starts storming towards him, ready to finish the job. Carl towers over the ropes and Onikage’s upside form and reaches down, going to try and untangle Onikage from the ropes and cause his foe to tumble to the outside, however Onikage amazingly uses his leg and upper body strength to lift his upper half up, he throws a few forearms at Carl, trying to detract the bigger man from trying any thing, but all it does is make Carl throw a few jabs and haymakers Onikage’s way, but the weirdo stays hanging as he throws more forearm strikes as well, Carl gets a bit closer so he can lean over the top rope a bit and starts hammering Onikage ruthlessly. Onikage tries to fight back with forearm strikes of his own but the bigger man obviously out powers him, due to Carl’s rapid and continuous shots Onikage starts to lose his balance of holding himself up a bit, he snatches a hold of Carl’s tank top before he falls back upside down, it catches Carl ff guard and he is leaning over enough that the bigger man falls right over the top rope to the shock of the fans, but in mid-fall Carl’s feet get caught and tangled in the top rope and so he dangles in front of Onikage, but this doesn’t seem to bug Onikage as he wraps his arm around the front of Carl’s neck and then fully around, locking in a hanging dragon clutch in the ropes! The fans rapidly cheer on Carl to try and find a way out as Onikage releases a battle cry like roar, wrenching back on the hanging dragon, both referees can just stand and watch this normally illegal submission being used, Remy races across the ringside area and makes it to his partner’s side, looking torn between helping him and going against the rules as he tries to root him on, his supportive words being drowned out by Onikage’s primal roars however, Carl’s body starts to go more and more limp as the seconds wear on, his arms start to dangle as gravity wins out against his strength, his eyes closing more and more as his conscious state slips into unconscious, and by the five minute mark of being in the hold Carl finally fully slips into unconsciousness, Onikage, whose face behind the leather mask looks rather red, yanks on the submission, pulling Carl’s legs free just before he releases the hold, allowing Carl’s massive frame to tumble down onto the apron and then to the floor as the referees call for the bell. TM: He did it! Holy moly! He did it! JH: Carl is inhuman! It took five minutes of being in that submissions hold for him to finally give in when a lesser man would’ve given in about two minutes at best! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] TM: Woo! Next Tuesday is going to be a great night for me! Two of my favorites will be going at it! JH: Yes folks, Onikage will get his shot at Graver’s Fighting Spirit Championship in just one week from now! MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winner and NEW number one contender for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship…OOOOOOONNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAGE~!!! TM: Thank god that stupid bald brute didn’t win! He would’ve mugged Graver! JH: I suppose on the bright side, if Onikage beats Graver next week, we will at least have a Fighting Spirit Champion we can say earns his championships on talent and not cheap tactics. ”Counterfeit God” blasts over the sound system as the fans nearly over power it in sound with their jeers directed at Onikage as Remy kneels down along side the referees and checks on Carl’s limp body. Onikage pulls himself up fully into a sitting position and untangles his legs from the middle rope, slipping back into the ring under the top rope, he gets up to his feet and lifts his arms up in victory. To even more jeers from the fans FIW’s very own Straight Edge Savior drops his arms down into the shape of an X over his chest as he looks out at them, he starts heading towards the turnbuckle. He gracefully hops up onto the second buckle, looking down at Carl and the referees before turning his attention to the camera, he stares right into it and waves his hands around his waist area signaling to a championship there, mouthing the words “It’s mine Edmond” before turning his attention away from the camera, hopping off of the turnbuckle and heading to the back as the fans continue to jeer him. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] We come back live to one of the hallways under the arena where we find JJ, Onikage's rebellious student, leaning against a wall looking very troubled. That is, until Kailey comes into view, seems that JJ has been camping out her door, waiting for this very moment. Kailey spies the young man and her steps hesitate for the briefest of seconds, not so anyone would notice, then her pace returns to its former speed. Kailey: Hey, I was hoping I would run into you. I have some pictures to show you. Kailey opens her locker room door and JJ hangs back as if unwilling to enter the room. JJ: I saw what you did. The mowing... Kailey drops her things on a table and flips on the light as she turns back to JJ. Kailey: I saved the flowers though. I just... rearranged them. Here, take a look! JJ looks so forlorn that Kailey thinks he might leave before she can show him the pictures. She keeps talking as she turns back into her room and heads for her purse to get the pictures when she notices a huge sheet hanging over one wall. Her face turns ashen. Kailey: Oh no... what is it this time? Cutting worried eyes to JJ, she stops dead in her tracks. He doesn't seem at all worried, in fact, he seems suddenly very happy. Forgiving his lack of concern for the moment, she continues her train of thought. Kailey: Would you mind to stay here with me for a minute? JJ sniffs and his shoulders straighten as he walks through the doorway and into the room. Meanwhile Kailey, worried that an Enigma has left a "present" for her again, is inching toward the sheet as if something ominous is about to pop out from behind the flowing fabric. Cautiously, Kailey takes the edge of the sheet in her hand and yanks down, hard. The sheet billows to the floor and Kailey stares in disbelief at the strange... whatever it is.. before her. JJ shouts. JJ: SURPRISE!!!! Kailey slowly turns to look at JJ ... then back at the odd-looking construction hanging on the wall... then back to JJ. Kailey: What the... JJ beams as he rushes to stand beside the strange assembly. He digs in his pocket and extracts a lighter then turns to smile proudly at Kailey. JJ: I made this for you! To celebrate! As if Kailey's eyes could widen anymore than they were, they do, and she leans back reflexively. Kailey: What IS it, JJ? JJ chuckles as one does when with someone who just doesn't "get it". JJ: Fireworks, of course! Taking a second, no, make that fifth look at what she now knows are fireworks that hang from the wall, Kailey tries to make sense out of the absurd. JJ flicks his bic and holds it under one of the sparklers but the thing won't light. Kailey: I really don't think it's a good idea... JJ fumes, shaking the lighter as if it were at fault, then makes the attempt again, this time, holding it to another sparkler. It too, will not light. He tries another.. and another.. none will light! Pulling his hand through his hair, JJ's shoulders fall. JJ: I just don't get it. The others worked perfectly. Totally dejected JJ slumps down the wall in defeat beside his great fireworks display and holds his head in his hands. JJ: I just don't get it. Kailey's heart goes out to the guy. He tries so hard! She kneels down beside him and wraps an arm around his neck. Kailey: It's okay, JJ. It's the thought that counts. Here... She puts the pictures in his lap and then rises to her feet. Kailey: See where all your pretty flowers are? A movement catches her eye and Kailey glances over to the open doorway as a shadow passes by. As she moves to shut the door, she swears she can hear stifled laughter coming from the hallway. Curious, Kailey steps out into the hall but no one is there. The lights in the hall flicker overhead and at that precise moment she notices it. There, in the middle of the floor, is a small cassette recorder. The flickering lights making it difficult to see very far but Kailey peers down the hall both ways anyway before moving toward the little machine. As she grows closer, she notices that there is something taped to the recorder; a piece of paper with only the familiar question mark inked upon it. She stops when her feet are just inches from the small recorder, looking down at it with a hint of worry on her face. Curiosity winning out, she glances around one more time then crouches down and grabs up the machine with its little note. After giving it a thorough look over, she presses play, and a static, grinding sound pierces the speaker causing her to flinch and throw a finger to her ear. Slowly, the irritating noise fades and a voice replaces it. Enigma: Hello my dear Kailey Lane. The voice is heavily distorted, hiding the fact whether it is male or female as well as giving it an odd metallic sound. Enigma: First, allow me to wish you luck later tonight when you face Miss Sommers once more. I hope this time things go better for you than the last time. Though I must ask my precious belle, how did you like what I did to young JJ’s attempts at showing his love? A metallic chuckle rings out from the tape recorder as Kailey’s jaw clenches in anger. Enigma: I thought perhaps it would be best, rather than using a letter, if I told you verbally the news I have for you. The news that soon, very soon, you will no longer have to try and place together the few jigsaw pieces I’ve given you. Soon Kailey, I will present you with the entire set of pieces, all neatly placed together for you. Kailey’s eyebrow arch as she mouths what Enigma just said, wondering just what that might mean. Enigma: I can not chat for long, so before I end this message to you, I have one more thing to tell you. This perks FIW’s Southern Belle’s attention and she listens carefully. Enigma: Look to your right, you will find some thing, call it a gift from your friend for the Holiday. Oh, and I hope you enjoyed the chocolates; I made them especially for you. Till next time Miss Lane, I will still be an enigma wrapped in a riddle that is fascinated by you… And with that the tape recorder clicks off, signaling that the tape has ended. Kailey blinks a few times in contemplation, perhaps trying to figure out who it was on the recording. Slowly her eyes drift to the right and there, leaning against the wall, is something wrapped with a tan cloth. With a hint of hesitation to her movements, she extends her hand reaching for the slim, rectangular object. She pulls her hand back and bites her bottom lip, not quite ready to see what an Enigma has left for her this time. Sighing, she looks downward as she mumbles. Kailey: Come on Kailey-girl… get a grip… She nods her head, stuffs the recorder into her pocket, and picks up the odd package as she stands up. Looking down at the cloth-covered object in her hands, Kailey hesitates once more, still uncertain. Taking a deep breath, she quickly pulls off the cloth and tosses it to the side. Her eyes widen and she gasps. The camera zooms in over Kailey’s shoulder and reveals a very detailed oil painting, a portrait of Charlie and herself at the farm, a smile on her face as she plays fetch with her dog. It looks near masterful in skill, the detail put into it belaying any belief that it is the work of an amateur. An expression akin to awe on her features, Kailey continues to stare at the portrait as the camera cuts to the next segment. The TNT cameras cut backstage to find the GM, Madison Lee, making her way through the backstage area. She reaches her office, turning the knob and stepping inside… and coming to a screeching halt. Before her sits the Sinister Minister himself… Wightraven. Making himself entirely too comfortable behind her desk, he sits with his elbows on the desk, fingers steepeled Mr. Burns style. Madison: What the hell are you doing here? Wighty: Well, I was gonna play with your little clacky-balls, but I see you don't have one, so I've just been waiting for you. He stands up, politely, moving over to meet her at the door. Wighty: Chair's nice. Not as nice as my old throne, but nice. She eyes the chair he was sat in moments ago with a look of revulsion on her face. Madison: Go ahead and take it with you, please. I can’t imagine the trouble you have getting furniture every since your little playground down south was closed. It was nice while it lasted, wasn’t it? At least it kept Tier out of my hair for a while. Ah, the good ole days, eh? Wight rolls his eyes at the chair comment. Wighty: Thanks, I'm fine. I've still got my throne, and it's still comfortable. I've also still got an asston of money. DVD sales from the V events alone are keeping me afloat until the next project comes up. Madison: That’s just… why do I care? Oh that’s right, I don’t. You wanna get to a point anytime soon? Wight smiles, clearly holding back his choke-a-bitch reflexes. Wighty: You're not going to make me doing you favors any easier. One of my people forwarded me your message about Constance's availability. I'm here to negotiate, as I am his agent. Madison’s face clearly tells the story here. She doesn’t have a clue what he’s talking about and it’s obvious she doesn’t care. Madison: That’s nice. You go ahead and be an agent for… wait, what? My message about Constance’s availability? Constance Loire? The man that stunk up my commentator’s table on more than one occasion? I can assure you, I have not inquired about his availability. In fact, as long as I don’t have to see him, I couldn’t care less what he’s doing. Wight furrows his brows. Wighty: Look, play coy all you want, it's not gonna get you a better deal. My secretary says you've been hounding me all week, practically. I've talked to Conse and he says he'd like to do the show. But he wants the same perks he got in NGIW. Madison chuckles, obviously enjoying this little game more than she did a second ago. Madison: I’m sure he would. But I’m just not as desperate for a commentator as…. oh, say, you were? So, let’s make this real simple. You fire your incompetent secretary, get one that isn’t entirely deaf, and then we won’t have to be meeting like this again. Mmkay? Anger seems to be brimming on Wight's face. Wighty: I'll have you know my secretary is my wife, you venomous bitch. I've got the memo right here! Wight digs in his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper, unfolding it to read it. Wighty: "Madison's people called... said she needs Cee-El for the new show. Willing to negotiate a deal." Then it has your number, but I figured since I was doing some vacation in the area I'd just come see you myself. Wight thrusts the memo into her hands. Wighty: See for yourself! Madison snatches the memo from his hands, mumbling something under her breath about how this is all so dramatic and a big fat waste of her time. She eventually looks the memo over, her brow furrowing up in that ever confused way. Madison: What the hell? I never… this isn’t me. I mean, the number yes, is mine. But I never… please. No. I don’t think so. Wighty: Right. And if you didn't call, who the hell did? Madison: I don’t know. But it certainly wasn’t me, I can assure you that. The day you get a call from me wanting something you’ve got, will be the day hell freezes over. So just keep an eye on that Weather Report, okay? As for this? Madison holds the memo up, illustrating that it is what “this” is. She rips it up. Madison: Never happened. You tell Conse that I’m real sorry he had to get his hopes up but I won’t be needing his services in any shape or form. Wights eyes burn with rage, but a rage that probably isn't going to be acted out on. Wighty: Fine, Madison. That's just fine. But just remember that the next time you're in trouble, or need one of my guys for a ratings boost, or any shit you've pulled in the last year that Hell ain't freezin' over for a long time. And I'm still its king. Wight shoulders past Madison and walks out the door. Madison steps aside, mostly due to the fact she was shouldered out of the way, a glare out after Wight. She turns back towards the camera, shaking her head and grumbling her distaste for the man. We switch over to Sam in her room, preparing for her match and tying her hair back into its usual braid, so as to keep assholes from stepping on it. A melodic beep sounds through the room and Sam ceases her hair-tying to answer her cell phone. Sam: Hello? A rich, Cuban-accented voice flows through her phone, loud enough for us to overhear. El Bombastico: Sam? Ah, bueno. I was hoping to catch ju in person. Sam: Well, this is my cell phone, so you would've just gotten my voice mail. I would've called you back. El Bombastico: Sí, sí, pero I had wanted to talk to ju about jour match, and if ju had already wrestled it, that would not do much good, sí? Sam: You have a point. El Bombastico: I managed to catch jour promos this week... some of them. Are ju sure ju are not being... overconfident? The... skull cowboy... is a big, dangerous man. You seem to be either underestimating him, or overestimating jourself. Sam: How do you figure... ? Kissing him is the best tactic I could come up with. It freaked him out! It freaked Tier out. El Bombastico: Or it made them angry. Lazaro does not strike me as a man ju'd want angry at ju. Have ju seen his matches? Sam: Yes. I was ringside last week with Kailey, and I've been in the ring with him-- El Bombastico: Ju are aware of his brutality, yet ju still taunt him? Have ju had the upper hand against this monstruo yet? Sam shakes her head, following it with the audible... Sam: No, I can't say I have. But it's me, when have I ever worried about that? Bomb chuckles good-naturedly. El Bombastico: This is the overconfidence of which I was speaking. Ju don't need to be intimidated by him, but aware. Ju appear to be ignoring the facts flexing themselves in jour face and preferring to think that jour psychology will be enough to curry jour favor in this match. Ju must know that it may not be. They are dangerous men, lords of violence and pain. Even when Tier still clung to the name Scott, he was a violent man. A dangerous man. He has let himself go, and ju cannot expect any less from his messenger. Sam sighs and rubs her forehead. El Bombastico: I will try to join ju at jour next destination. I've been having some trouble with my passport, pero I am confident I can arrive with time for a little emergency training. Sam: Funny how you used to be Scott's mentor, and now you're coming to save me from him and his messenger. El Bombastico: I am not "coming to save ju", niña. Ju've developed very well in jour new fighting style, but it's that overconfidence that I fought so hard to overwrite that's seeping out again and putting you in danger. I am not jour conquistador in shining armor; just jour friend for a little moral reinforcement. Sam: You'd look pretty good in some shining armor! They share a laugh that clears the seriousness from the air. El Bombastico: I will see ju next week, Samantha. Please be safe for me. Sam: I'll be as safe as I can. There's a click on the other end, and Sam flips her phone closed. She smiles to herself, shakes her head, and then returns to her pre-match ritual as we fade away. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Jul 5 2006, 12:20 AM Post #3 |
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[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, the following match is scheduled for ONE fall! 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: Well, so far the skull cowboy doesn’t seem phased by Tier’s warnings, but you’ve gotta imagine what’s going on inside his head. TM: Tier’s right to put the cowboy in his place! It’s high time he learn he can’t go around cavorting behind his master’s back! Sam’s the ENEMY! Cowboy doesn’t need to be smoochin’ on her! JH: *sighs* I can’t even BEGIN to describe how that’s wrong. TM: I KNOW! He’s got that black tongue, and a skull face, and-- JH: *sighs* Heavy metal guitars blast our eardrums as Rob Zombie‘s “American Witch” fucks our frontal lobes. The lights drop as the guitars scream, and a purple glow emanates from the screen at the entrance. The black silhouette of an oversized poppet fills it as lasers above the stage trace a purple circle. [align=center]Body of a monkey and the feet of the cock Dragged from her home on the killing rock Black dog died on a weather vane The devil‘s in a cat and the baby‘s brain[/align] BAMF! Purple fireworks erupt from the stage, and when they die we see Sam Kinloch standing in the circle. She smirks as the lights raise and she walks to flashing purple strobes to the ring. MA: And his opponent! From Elk City, Oklahoma… SSSAAAAMMM… KIIIIINLOOOOOOCCCCCKKK!!! [align=center]The end, the end of the American… The end, the end of the American… The end, the end of the American… WITCH[/align] The lights suddenly cut again, Sam center-ring. The music hits an eerie interlude, and as the guitar rocks back in, the lights above spark and pop, returning to life as Sam leans into her corner, waiting the beginning of the match The bell rings, the cowboy shaking his head at the tenacious-looking Sam. JH: You’ve gotta wonder just what’s going down here tonight, Thomas. TM: Cowboy’s gonna crush Sam! JH: And then Tier’ll punish him? TM: Er… well… I dunno, I guess. Maybe? Speaking of Tier, he seems to be approaching the announce table. JH: Oh God, it’s coming over here… TM: Hey there, Tier, great and all-powerful lord of violence. How’s it goin’? There’s some noises of fumbling as Tier applies his headset, then the deep, growling voice of the God touches our ears. Tier: As well as it can, Thomas. Lazaro has a lot of proving to do tonight… and he’d better start doing what he’s been told… As though the cowboy hears Tier, he sighs, and walks toward Sam. Sam doesn’t give him the chance to do a thing, and quickly lays a series of whipping kicks to his kneecap. Cowboy takes a step back and rears back his fist, but Sam FIRES a kick upward that catches him SQUARE in the jaw! JH: Cowboy’s moving a bit slower than usual, wonder why that could be? Tier: I’m quite above your “cloaked” insinuations, Jonathan. I’m sure I’ve put him into a state of sheer confusion, but if he knows what’s good for him he’ll find out how to escape it. Sam throws another kick to the cowboy, but the cowboy catches her leg and BLASTS her in the jaw with a fist. Sam flattens to the mat, and cowboy pauses over her. JH: Some hesitation from the skull cowboy tonight… TM: It’s not hesitation! He’s trying to decide how best to murder her! The cowboy finally wraps both arms around her throat and drags her to her feet. Sam isn’t unconscious or anything, so she fires an elbow into his skull, followed by several boots to the abs. Cowboy throws her back down to the mat with HIGH velocity! TM: Ha! Raising the Dead! See that? Hellacious move! JH: I saw it. Tier: As did I. Sam doesn’t appear to be fighting him very hard… JH: I wouldn’t say that, Tier, beside Lazaro’s reluctance this match is pretty even in terms of offense. Sam arches her back, favoring her spine. Cowboy shakes his head and grabs her by the braid, dragging her over to the ropes. Logan Black slaps him on the arm, trying to get him to stop, but cowboy simply shoves him aside. Sam pulls on cowboy’s fist, but the skull-faced monster finally lets her go. She puts her hands to the mat and swings her body around into a two-footed leg sweep that takes one of cowboy’s legs out from under him, bringing him down to a knee. The cowboy darts his gaze in her direction, and PUMMELS her with one hand, the other hanging onto the ropes. TM: That’s it, cowboy! Punish that witch! JH: The skull cowboy is certainly taking liberties with the rules tonight. The cowboy pulls Sam up and leans her against the ropes. He raises a mighty hand and SLAPS her across the chest (yes, chest, not boobs)! JH: GOOD LORD what a slap! TM: The Big Show has nothing on this guy… Sam curls in on her chest, but gets fierce determination in her eyes, and BITCH-SLAPS the cowboy across the mouth! JH: And what a retaliation from Sam Kinloch! The cowboy turns his face back slowly, clearly showing that the slap hurt. He coils himself a bit, then ROARS upward with a HUUUUGE chin-clapping slap to the throat! Sam’s head is ROCKED backward and she’s pressed against the ropes, but she still stands strong. Sam rears back an arm and CHOPS cowboy HARD across the chest, and he backs down a step! TM: Ouch! Right across the nips! That’s enough to make a man lactate. JH: Thank you for the visual there, Thomas. Sam takes advantage, and FIRES a rapid series of elbow strikes to the cowboy’s mouth and nose-areas. He continues to get backed toward the center of the ring, and Sam spins into a back kick that knocks him square on his ass! JH: This could be the turning point Sam is looking for! Tier: Or that she and Lazaro had planned out… JH: Dammit, just stop that! You know he’s innocent! If you’re so all-seeing and all-knowing… you’d know! Tier: Indeed… Cryptic. Anywho, Sam runs to the very ropes she just came off of, rebounds, jumps into the air and NAILS THE COWBOY RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES WITH A DROPKICK!!! JH: IM-pressive shot! TM: Sam’s goin’ for the pin! NO! Logan Black drops to count, perhaps a little fast… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! T--NO! Cowboy shoves Sam off his body and rolls over onto his knees.[/align] JH: How about that, Tier? Is that proof enough for you? The skull cowboy kicked out! Tier: Any ruse worth attempting would cloak the lies as best it could. Sam gets to her feet before the cowboy does, and JETS forward with a HUUUUUGE soccer kick to the ribs! Cowboy suffers it, but simply pushes up to stare Sam in the face! TM: What resilience! Sam SPINS into a momentum-filled roundhouse kick that BLASTS cowboy in the side of the head, but he just whips it back into place, staring death-ray holes into Sam’s face. TM: Uh oh. Now she’s gone and done it. The cowboy gets to his feet and his arm appears at Sam’s face, palming her and SHOVING her backward. Sam moves as the cowboy pushes her to avoid losing verticality, and finds herself pressed against the ropes. The cowboy BLASTS his boot against her face, lodging it under her chin and forcing upward as he holds the ropes for leverage. Logan is right there, counting one, two, three, four, fi-- the cowboy lets go. Logan gets in the cowboy’s face, and cowboy just shakes his head and turns back to Sam. He slaps her in the mouth and exits to the apron, wrapping her arms like a full nelson… JH: I think I know what’s coming here, and I’m pretty sure Sam’s not going to enjoy it… TM: But we are, right Tier? Tier: … The cowboy torques her muscles, then hops backward off the apron, DRIVING HER SHOULDER JOINTS INTO THE ROPES!! Sam cries out in pain and struggles against the hold, trying to break free! Logan black once again starts a count of one… TM: SANGRE DE CRISTO!!! JH: This is insane! Illegal and insane! Two! Three! TM: Punish her, cowboy! Punish her! Four! Fi-- the cowboy releases the hold and Sam flops forward onto the mats. Cowboy turns around to Tier, SLAMMING his fists against the announce table. We can hear him yelling with the announce team’s mics so nearby. Skull Cowboy: IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT!? IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE, MASTER!? HUH!? Tier makes no response, just stares at the screaming cowboy with his black eyes. Logan Black begins to count out the cowboy. [align=center]ONE![/align] Lazaro throws up his hands and turns to the apron, tossing it upward and dragging out a table! JH: Good god! What is the skull cowboy doing!? Cowboy lifts the table and sets it up on the outside, parallel to the ring. He dives under the structure for something else… [align=center]TWO![/align] [align=center]THREE![/align] Sam rouses inside the ring, ready to move those arm joints again. She sees the skull cowboy emerge from under the ring with… JH: A GAS CAN!? TM: What the hell IS this, NGIW!? First Wightraven, now this!? [align=center]FOUR!![/align] Lazaro begins to pour the contents of the can onto the table, dousing it generously with the flammable fluid. He pours some into his hand and tosses it toward Tier, though it falls short and hits his chest. [align=center]FIVE!![/align] Skull Cowboy: IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, O LORD!? The cowboy tosses the gas can roughly aside, digging in the pocket of his jeans for a zippo lighter. He flicks it to flame and tosses it onto the table, the fire spreading and quickly turning the pressed wood into a small, rectangular inferno. [align=center]SIX!![/align] JH: This is utterly insane! Do you see the destruction you’re causing, Tier!? God dammit, do you SEE!? Tier gives no response but a slow smile on his face. [align=center]SEVEN!!![/align] The cowboy maneuvers around the table to rise up on the apron, AND IMMEDIATELY GETS FORCED OFF AS SAM COMES FLYING TOWARD HIM WITH A RUNNING SPINNING WHEEL KICK!!! THE SKULL COWBOY CRASHES INTO THE FLAMING TABLE BELOW HIM… AND SOMEHOW, SOME WAY… IT DOESN’T BREAK!!! [align=center]“NGI-DUB! *clap clap clap-clap-clap* NGI-DUB! *clap clap clap-clap-clap*”[/align] TM: ACK! This really IS NGIW! What the hell is going on!? JH: DEAR SWEET MERCIFUL CHRIST, THE SKULL COWBOY IS LAYING ON THAT FLAMING TABLE!! THE SKULL COWBOY IS ON FIRE!!! Sam sees that Lazaro is merely laying on that table and certainly can’t have that. She runs to rebound off the ropes, coming back once more to the skull cowboy… Sam hops up to the top rope, and FLIES OFF WITH A SOMERSAULT PLANCHA, BREAKING THE DAMN TABLE IN A BURST OF FIRE AND WOOD!! JH: GOOD LORD!! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, TIER!? IS THIS DESTRUCTION WHAT YOU WANTED FROM THE SKULL COWBOY AND SAM!?!? Tier still has nothing to say, but as the EMTs and security flood the ring with fire extinguishers to check on the wrecked duo, we have a very full view of his very maniacal, very pleased grin. JH Damn Tier! Everywhere he goes it's nothing but pain and destruction! No wonder Kailey and Sam both cut their ties off with him! TM Calm down, Jonathan! They've already got the fires put out! See? As the EMTs extinguish the wreckage of Sam Kinloch vs. skull cowboy, the cameras cut backstage to find the Dual Crown Champion Swytch and his protege Kennedy stood half in the shadows of a darkened corner somewhere within TNT's home this week. They seem to be in the middle of a conversation that is inaudible to us. JH Well, switching gears here now. Hopefully our next match won't be anwhere near as hellacious as what we just saw. TM Oh, I think it will! But just on a different level. Kennedy seems to come to the realization that she's up next (maybe someone told her) so she reaches down between Swytch's legs... and grabs the chain attached to his collar, you pervs. She wraps the chain around her hand a couple of times before backing away from the shadows, curling her finger to call Swytch out of the shadows as well, which he has no choice when she pulls on his collar. Swytch's unyielding stare remains on Kennedy as she leads him off camera. JH Kennedy and Kailey! Summer of Sin Rematch! It’s next! TM You wouldn’t dare miss it! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] JH: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. And thank you again for joining us on your Fourth of July night! We are just moments away from an explosive main-event for you tonight! TM: Can you believe this night, Jonathan? We started the night off with Remy Barteaux taking on Ragin’. That’s main-event material right there! JH: You’re exactly right. That could headline any show. As proof, it’ll be headlining next week! We just got word from General Manager Madison Lee’s office that next week’s main-event will be Remy Barteaux defending his Ultimate Endurance Champion against Ragin’! [align=center] [/align]TM: I don’t know what Ragin’ thinks of this, but I can’t wait to hear it! He’s been questing after the Dual Crown Championship but he’s getting an Ultimate Endurance title opportunity. You know, this kind of reminds me of when Swytch was in a similar predicament. JH: It does seem vaguely and ironically familiar. But that’s not all. Earlier tonight Madison signed an impromptu battle royal to name a new number one contender for the Fighting Spirit Championship after Graver’s distasteful defense against… a ham sandwich. [align=center] [/align]TM: It was awesomicity to the max. But in any event, we’re gonna see ANOTHER Fighting Spirit title defense from Graver next week when he goes one on one with Onikage. Onikage was his former partner in the short-lived Rejects, you remember that? JH: I do remember that. I look forward to seeing how these two men interact when gold is on the line. TM: But that’s all next week, Jonathan. Right now it’s main-event time! And we’ve got a Summer of Sin rematch! JH: One of the most anticipated rematches I can ever remember from a pay-per-view event. There’s no steel cage tonight, but Kennedy and Kailey are going to lock up once more! The house lights fade as the opening chord to Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" rips through the speakers. As the chorus quickly follows, white strobes blink in time with the hard beats. [align=center]Crawl on me, sink into me Die for me, living dead girl Crawl on me, sink into me Die for me, living dead girl[/align] Kennedy makes her way through the curtain, holding onto a silver chain hanging over her shoulder. As she steps further out onto the stage, another figure follows out behind her. It’s quickly revealed as Swytch, the chain in Kennedy’s hand connected to his collar. Kennedy stops at the center of the stage, turning to face her mentor. She gives the chain a hard tug, dragging Swytch over to her. Her hands moves up to his ears, holding onto his head as she moves her lips onto his, their tongues meeting before their lips do. Kennedy pulls away, heading towards the ring with the chain held at her side, Swytch following just a mere three feet behind. MA: The following main-event contest is a SUMMER OF SIN REMATCH! And it has been scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… making her way to the ring, being accompanied by the Dual Crown Champion SWYTCH… from Los Angeles, California; she is KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! JH: And there you see the advantage in Kennedy’s favor. The Dual Crown Champion Swytch at her side. TM: Now you heard what Kennedy said earlier this week. Swytch is making her fly this one solo. It’s a test of sorts. Putting her training to good use. JH: I suppose. And of course, these two ladies at Summer of Sin. A night Kailey almost did not survive. Kennedy, busting open Kailey after herself getting busted up, picked up the victory via technical knock out when Kailey Lane REFUSED to tap out. She refused, Thomas! TM: Yeah, but that’s what Kailey gets. She let her pride get in the way and could’ve ended up seriously injured after that. But she’s still standing, so I’m gonna give her her dues. [align=center]Psyclone Jack, Hallucinating Hack Thinks Donna Reed, eats dollar bills Goldfoot machine, creates another fiend So Beautiful, they make you kill[/align] Reaching the ring, she grabs onto the top rope and glances back at Swytch, awaiting him to tread the apron to climb the nearby turnbuckle. But his chain restricts him before he gets there, prompting Kennedy to pull him back over to her. Again their lips inch towards one another until Kennedy unhooks the chain from his collar and lets the beast mount the turnbuckle as she steps in over the middle rope. [align=center]Crawl on me, sink into me Die for me, living dead girl Crawl on me, sink into me Die for me, living dead girl[/align] Kennedy makes her way to the ropes, stepping one foot on the bottom rope and the other on the middle rope as the pair look out over the crowd. She drops back to the canvas as Swytch stares down on her from the top turnbuckle. She backs into the center of the ring, allowing him to step over the ropes and drops into the ring. He walks right up on Kennedy, staring down into her eyes. She brings her hands up on his collar, their lips teasing a kiss before they pull apart and turn their attention to the upcoming contest, the chain now latched back onto Swytch’s collar. JH: On a more deferential note, Kennedy and Swytch showing some rare respect here tonight. Both proudly displaying those “RJ” armbands we’ve seen a lot of tonight. In honor of the late, great Rob Jenkins. Otherwise known as Rob Storm. TM: The passing of Rob Jenkins has definitely left a somber feeling here tonight in the arena. Makes you wonder if it’ll have any effect on these two women here tonight. JH: Two of FIW’s finest women ever main-eventing our Fourth of July Throwdown. Both have had their share of main-events as well as a storied rivalry. It’s a good question, Thomas. Unfortunately I don’t have an answer for you. As the first riffs of "Defy You" by Offspring begin to play, smoke begins to billow from the stage. Kailey's silhouette slowly becomes visible through the smoke and remains in shadow while the opening bars continue. When the lyrics begin, she pushes through the smoke and takes her first steps toward the ring, waving to the crowd. When at the ring, she slides in between the top and middle rope, then takes a walk around the ring, waving to the fans before taking her corner, her eyes locked on her opponent across the ring. MA: And the opponent… hailing from Nashville, Tennessee… KAAAIIILLLEEEEY LLLAAANNNE!!!!! JH: Not surprisingly, you can see an “RJ” armband around Kailey’s bicep. TM: Now why is it surprising from Kennedy and Swytch but not Kailey? Just because Kennedy and Swytch are different, doesn’t mean they don’t respect some people? JH: I guess you’re right, Thomas. I’m sorry, okay? Better now? TM: Thank you. DING-DING JH: And there’s the bell. The match has officially begun. Swytch ducks out of the ring, taking up a position ringside. He begins to pace back and forth, eyeing the ring with curiosity. Kennedy and Kailey both step out of their corners, slowly making their way into the center of the ring. The trash talking starts flying immediately, as both girls get their barbs in at one another. They both raise their arms, moving in and locking up with a collar and elbow tie up. JH: A standard collar and elbow lock up between the ladies. TM: I’m surprised to see it start this way after everything these girls have been through. I expected a slugfest. JH: They’re not barbarians, Thomas. They’re competitors. The two women begin to fight for dominance, too equally matched for either to win in the war. Resembling bulls with their horns locked, the ladies push and pull back and forth, neither giving up more than a foot of leverage. Kailey quickly back steps with Kennedy, using Kennedy’s own momentum to ditch her through the top and middle rope! But Kennedy holds on, dragging Kailey down to the floor with her! JH: Uh-oh! Both ladies falling to the outside on a collar and elbow hook up! The girls quickly get back to their feet, Kailey heading back in just a mere second before Kennedy. Back their feet, the women lock eyes with one another. They both stand their ground, staring one another down. Kailey reacts first, driving a boot into Kennedy’s midsection! She grabs Kennedy by the head and RUNS HER FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! No! Kennedy spins around, reversing it and throwing Kailey face first! No! Kailey throws her boot up, catching herself on the middle turnbuckle! She drives an elbow into Kennedy’s midsection and BLASTS HER FACE OFF THE TURNBUCKLE! JH: You can see the fight for dominance between these two women in something as similar as a collar and elbow tie up or even just that right there. They both know each other so well. They both want to prove themselves over the other. Kailey, I feel, is even more desperate to prove herself after that loss to Kennedy at Summer of Sin. TM: Oh my God! Is Kennedy bleeding? I think Kailey busted her mouth open again. JH: To hell with Kennedy’s mouth! TM: WHAT?! JH: This is not about how these two ladies look! We know they’re beautiful. But they’re tough as well. Neither is going to back down unless they’re physically unable to continue. Kailey spins Kennedy around in the turnbuckle, planting a boot into her midsection! She follows it up by lighting up Kennedy’s chest with a chop! She drags Kennedy out of the turnbuckle, back into the center of the ring, before whipping her into the ropes! Kailey lowers her head… but it’s too soon and GETS A KICK TO THE FACE FROM KENNEDY! Kailey stumbles backwards, grabbing her mouth and nose. Kennedy rushes in with a clothesline… that Kailey manages to duck! Kennedy spins around, almost as if she expected it, grabs a handful of Kailey’s hair and YANKS HER BACKWARDS BY IT! Kennedy hooks her up and DROPS HER DOWN WITH A DDT!!! JH: A sit-out reverse DDT by Kennedy! TM: She’s all over Kailey! It’s the greatest! JH: Don’t get used to it. Kailey’s built a career on turning things around in a heartbeat. Kennedy’s going for the pin! [align=center]One! Two!! Kick-out by Kailey![/align] Kailey rushes back to her feet but Kennedy is up first. She grabs Kailey by the wrist, applying an arm wringer to the Southern Belle. Kennedy pulls her in, grabbing Kailey around the neck, hooking their inside legs AND PULLING HER DOWN INTO A RUSSING LEG SWEEP! Kennedy floats right over into another pin attempt! [align=center]One! Two!! Another kick-out by Kailey![/align] TM: I’m gonna make a predication right now. Before this night is over, Kailey’s gonna get her mouth busted open like she did to Kennedy at Summer of Sin! JH: Kailey couldn’t care less about a busted up mouth if she leaves here with the victory tonight. Kennedy drags Kailey up by her hair but Kailey breaks Kennedy’s hold on her and fires a stiff elbow strike against Kennedy’s temple! Another one! Kailey continues to strike Kennedy back into the ropes! Kailey whips Kennedy off the ropes but Kennedy catches herself on the rebound! Kailey rushes in, not letting up on Kennedy. But Kennedy ducks and THROWS KAILEY OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! TM: Ha! Take that, “Kails”! JH: A back body drop over the top rope to the floor! TM: You have to give Kennedy credit. She’s on her A game tonight. She’s staying one step ahead of Kailey at all times. JH: Both ladies have something to prove here tonight. Kailey wants to prove she can beat Kennedy and, as you pointed out, Kennedy’s got something to prove to Swytch here tonight in this “lesson” as she called it. Kailey lays at ringside, Swytch standing over her and looking down at the Nashville star. Tony Clarke yells over to the top rope for Swytch to leave her alone. The Dual Crown Champion raises his hands in defense, backing off to show he is staying true to his word here tonight. TC turns his attention back into the ring to find Kennedy already climbing to the top rope. Kailey shakily regains her footing just as Kennedy BACKFLIPS OFF THE TOP ROPE DOWN TO THE FLOOR!!! JH: Oh my God! A moonsault press from the top turnbuckle all the way down to the floor! TM: That was a dangerous move! Kennedy’s lucky she hit that or Kailey would’ve had a HUGE advantage! JH: You’re exactly right! But both women are down from that move! Tony Clarke bolts from the ring, checking on both Kailey and Kennedy to make sure they’re already before diving back into the ring and beginning his count. TC: One! Two! Three! Kennedy manages to sit herself up against the audience barricade, grabbing one of her knees and rubbing out the affect on it from colliding with the floor. Kailey rolls from her back onto her side, trying to shake her head clear. TC: Four! Five! Six! TM: They might both get counted out here tonight! How disappointing would that be? JH: It would be very disappointing for Kailey to go home with a tie here tonight. TM: I meant for Kennedy! JH: Of course you did. Kennedy reaches up, grabbing the top of the barricade and pulling herself up to her feet. She leans against the barricade for a moment, testing out her knee. Kailey rolls onto her stomach and pushes herself onto her hands and knees. Kennedy spots Kailey’s resurgence and stops it dead in its tracks but planting a running soccer kick into Kailey’s ribs! She drags Kailey up to her feet and throws her back in under the bottom rope! JH: Kailey attempted to get back to her feet there but Kennedy stopped her dead in her tracks with that punt to ribs. TM: But she put Kailey back in the ring. That breaks up Tony Clarke’s count. JH: Indeed it does. Kennedy climbs back onto the apron, glancing over at her mentor as Swytch makes his way back to his chosen spot at ringside. Kennedy grabs onto the top rope, throwing herself over with a flipping slingshot, dropping her leg across Kailey’s throat! NO! Kailey rolls aside at the last possible moment! TM: Aah! Poor Kennedy’s backside! JH: Don’t even offer to go take care of her. Kennedy sits on the canvas, her face a perfect picture of pain as Kailey fights back up to her feet. She runs at Kennedy PLANTING BACK FEET INTO KENNEDY’S FACE WITH A SIT-OUT DROPKICK! Kennedy falls backwards, hitting the ropes and flying forward again! Kailey grabs Kennedy’s leg and drags her center ring! She drops down into a mounted position, pulling Kennedy’s head up and laying into with her right hands! JH: Kailey now with closed fists! Whether or not she’s fully recovered from that moonsault on the outside, she is fighting here and she is angry! TM: Jealousy never did look good on her. JH: Kailey doesn’t have a damn thing to be jealous of. The only thing Kennedy has that Kailey could ever want is that victory from Summer of Sin! Kailey pulls Kennedy up, firing another right hand off Kennedy’s jaw before shoving her back first into the turnbuckle! Kailey raises Kennedy’s chin up and cracks a chop across her chest! She takes Kennedy and raises her up to sit on the top rope before climbing up to the second rope. She hooks Kennedy up in a front face lock but finds a right hand buried into her midsection. Kennedy shoves Kailey with both hands, knocking her off the turnbuckle! JH: Thank goodness Kailey landed on her feet! TM: Yeah. That could’ve really put things in Kennedy’s favor. Oh wait. Damn her! While Kailey seems stunned and relieved to have landed on her feet and saved herself from a disaster, Kennedy quickly climbs up to stand on the top rope… NO! Kailey spots this and runs into the ropes, causing Kennedy to lose her balance and land in an awkward position on the turnbuckle! JH: Kailey thwarting an aerial attempt by Kennedy! And I’m pretty sure Kennedy isn’t wearing a cup! TM: Yes she is. It looks like a double D! JH: Shut up. Kailey moves back into the turnbuckle, not risking another climb to the top. She grabs Kennedy by the head and SNAPS HER OFF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A SNAPMARE TAKEDOWN! Kennedy crashes back first into the canvas. She immediately springs up to her feet, hand on her back and face etched with pain. Kailey moves in wrapping her arms around Kennedy’s neck! JH: A sleeper hold here by Kailey! She may be going for a submission finish! TM: Of course she is! I told you she’s jealousy of Kennedy’s victory. She’s gonna try and make Kennedy tap out! But it’s to no avail as Kennedy runs backwards, squashing Kailey into the turnbuckle! Kennedy spins around and returns Kailey’s earlier right hands with one of her own! Kailey’s dragged upright by Kennedy before she herself is snapmared out of the turnbuckle! Kennedy moves right on her, locking up Kailey’s arms from behind! JH: Kennedy’s now back in control with a seated full nelson applied to Kailey. We haven’t see this type of submission applied by Kennedy before. TM: It’s almost like both of them are now desperate for a submission victory. JH: I think Kailey will take victory any way she can get it. TM: Oh yeah. ANY way. As evident by the matches she officiated for Ragin’. JH: I meant any LEGAL way. Kennedy grits her teeth as she applies the submission hold harder to Kailey. Tony Clarke gets down to one knee, asking Kailey is she wishes to throw in the towel. Kailey screams out her response and it’s a very solid “NO!” The crowd starts to get behind Kailey with a “KAI-LEE” chant growing throughout the arena. Kailey seems to feed off the support, fighting up to a vertical base but Kennedy refuses to relinquish the full nelson applied. Kailey takes matters into her own hands, using her position to throw a elbow back upside Kennedy’s head! The hold is loosened, so Kailey fires another, officially freeing herself from the hold! She spins towards Kennedy, nailing a spinning round house kick as she does! Kennedy stumbles backwards, only to charge back into a crescent kick! NO! Kennedy ducks the kick and arm drags Kailey back into the turnbuckle! JH: Kennedy able to avoid the Tornado Alley! She’s suffered from that move more than once. TM: I think that’s the move that busted her open at Summer of Sin but I can’t be sure! JH: Kailey is acting on instinct. And its those instincts that Kennedy has learnt to anticipant. Kailey pulls herself up, GETTING SQUASHED IN THE TURNBUCKLE again by a running clothesline from Kennedy! Kennedy grabs Kailey by the wrist and whips her into the far turnbuckle! Kennedy follows in immediately after. Kailey seems to sense her, catching herself in the turnbuckle and throwing her legs up and float over Kennedy! No! Kennedy grabs Kailey’s feet and THROWS HER OVER THE TOP ROPE! JH: Kailey landed with both feet on the apron! Another crash she was able to avoid there! TM: Those kind of instincts are gonna be what saves her. JH: You’re exactly right. She’s just gotta determine what instincts will help her and which ones will leave her open to attacks. Kailey lands safely on the apron and nails Kennedy with a stiff forearm shot and takes Kennedy off her feet! Kailey quickly scales the turnbuckle up to the top rope but Kennedy is up too soon! She runs in, pushing Kailey’s feet out from under her! Kailey lands in the same awkward position as Kennedy. Kennedy climbs up the top rope, locking Kailey up in a front face lock as she drags Kailey to stand on the top rope. JH: Oh my God. What is going on here? TM: A superplex, maybe? Kailey tried this on the opposite side but Kennedy one upped her. It’s almost like Kennedy’s trying to mimic everything Kailey wasn’t able to accomplish. The submission, the superplex… Kailey comes alive on the top turnbuckle as Kennedy attempts to throw her back into the ring. Kailey grabs Kennedy by her legs and pushes off the turnbuckle DRIVING KENNEDY DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINEBUSTER! JH: A TOP ROPE SPINEBUSTER! You’ve gotta be kidding me! TM: Oh my God! Kennedy was driven back and neck first right into the canvas! Is she still alive? JH: Both women crashed and burned right into the canvas! Now neither of them are moving! Both women are laid out on their backs, staring up at the lights as the crowd goes crazy for Kailey’s high risk offense. Tony Clarke checks them both, finding both women conscious and allowing the match to continue. And so we have another count. TC: One! Two! Three! Not long of a count this time. Kailey senses what’s going on and rolls over onto her stomach, draping a lifeless arm over Kennedy’s chest! JH: The cover! Will it be? [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NOO!!! Kennedy just kicks out![/align] JH: Yes! Oh! How close was that?! TM: Thank God! Come on, Kennedy! Finish this! Kailey pushes up to her hands and knees, hesitating as she continues to try and recover from this match but wanting to be ready when Kennedy is. Kennedy is a second behind Kailey, fighting up to her feet. Kailey pushes up to her feet and runs in with a clothesline that Kennedy ducks! Kailey turns around AND KENNEDY TAKES HER HEAD OFF WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! TM: YEAH! There’s a roundhouse kick for ya! JH: The JFK by Kennedy! And now a cover! It’s Kennedy’s turn to cover now. She drops down to her knees, moving into the cover and hooking Kailey’s leg tight! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NOOO!!![/align] Kennedy growls out her frustration, slamming a hand down into the canvas as Kailey moves onto her side, keeping her hand extended in her kick out. JH: The frustration is now beginning to set in on Kennedy, scoring with that kick that she thought would’ve finished the job. TM: The word resiliency comes to mind watching this match. That’s what Kailey is showing here tonight. How does she keep kicking out? Kennedy grabs Kailey by the hair, dragging the blonde up to her feet roughly. She lays a slap across Kailey’s face and throws her back first into the turnbuckle. Kennedy plants her boot into Kailey’s stomach and follows up with a right hand! She climbs to the second rope, grabbing a handful of Kailey’s hair and laying into her with move right hands! Kailey grabs Kennedy by the legs and THROWS HER DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A POWERBOMB! JH: A powerbomb! Kailey scores with a powerbomb! TM: Yeah. But Kailey’s tank may be almost empty! JH: Kailey’s equilibrium has gotta be adversely affected. Kailey struggles to her feet, huffing and puffing more than a cigarette smoker on a half mile run. She positions herself at Kennedy’s head, calling for her former friend to get to her feet. As if by Tier-like command, Kennedy does what Kailey tells her to do. She forces herself to a standing position, her eyes struggling to focus. Kailey comes up behind Kennedy, placing Kennedy in a half nelson… No! Kennedy sits out, jacking Kailey up with a jawbreaker! JH: Kennedy counters the attempted Southern Discomfort from Kailey! TM: Again, going for a submission finish. Kailey really wants to prove her dominance tonight, doesn’t she? JH: That is the whole point, or have you not been paying attention? Kennedy rolls backwards into a handstand, wrapping her legs around Kailey’s neck before throwing her over with a headscissors takedown!! Kennedy springs right back up to her feet, Kailey tumbling across the mat into the ropes. Kennedy advances, meeting Kailey as she stands and buries a boot into Kailey’s stomach! Kennedy grabs Kailey in a front facelock, swings her legs and PLANTS KAILEY WITH AN EVENFLOW DDT!! NO! Kailey grabs onto the ropes, causing Kennedy to slam down into the canvas alone! JH: First Kennedy counters the Southern Discomfort and now Kailey counters Kennedy’s DDT! TM: I think Kennedy got a LITTLE too confident there. She went back to her most known finisher and Kailey was ready for her. Kailey grabs Kennedy’s legs and flips over her, landing in a bridge! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT BY KENNEDY![/align] Both women spring back up, adrenaline pumping through their veins as they both know they need to get the advantage in their favor! Kailey is just a step ahead, catching Kennedy with a toe kick to the midsection. She applies a standing headscissors to Kennedy, receiving a huge pop from the crowd! She lifts Kennedy up over her shoulder but Kennedy kicks her legs, dropping down behind Kailey! She grabs Kailey around the throat, falling back and raising her knees up to ARCH OUT KAILEY’S BACK ON IMPACT! JH: A modified backbreaker by Kennedy! TM: Not only that. But she COUNTERED the Southern Cross! Kailey rolls off of Kennedy’s knees, holding her arched back. She uses the ropes to get to her feet but Kennedy is already there. She locks Kailey up with a front facelock and throws her over with a snap suplex, driving her back into the canvas once again! Kennedy is back on her feet heads straight for the turnbuckle. She glances back at Kailey before climbing to the top. She pushes off the turnbuckle, snapping backwards and CRASHING INTO THE CANVAS AS KAILEY ROLLS ASIDE!! JH: Kennedy missed the moonsault! Kennedy gets back to her feet, arms wrapped around her stomach. Kailey runs at Kennedy, grabbing her in a front facelock as she kicks her feet up, PLANTING KENNEDY ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD WITH A TORNADO DDT! Kennedy does a complete flip on impact, landing on her back, laid out! Kailey moves into the cover, hooking the leg! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!! KAILEY DID IT!!![/align] “Defy You” hit’s the speakers as the crowd goes crazy for Kailey’s victory! JH: She did it! Kailey did it! TM: Impossible! Swytch dives into the ring, causing Kailey to roll out the other side before he can get to her! Swytch moves over Kennedy, staring down at her on his hands and knees. Kailey climbs to her feet on the walkway, a smile forming over her face as she realizes that it was a three count! Tony Clarke meets her on the walkway, raising her arm into the air. MA: Here is your winner…. KAILEY LLLLLAAAANNNNNE!!!! JH: Finally! Kailey gets her victory over Kennedy! TM: She cheated! It wasn’t fair! JH: She did no such thing! Kailey nailed an impressive Tornado DDT out of nowhere! Kailey backs up the walkway, a smile on her face as she slaps hands with a few fans. Her eyes travel back to the ring where Swytch is still hovering over his laid out student, a snarl on his face as she continues to stare Kailey down. JH: Well, ladies and gentlemen, that’s all the time we have for you tonight. TM: Kennedy and Swytch WILL get their revenge. I promise you that. JH: I don’t doubt they’ll try. But they’ll have to wait until next week. Goodnight, ladies and gentlemen. Happy Fourth of July! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Aug 16 2006, 05:46 AM Post #4 |
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Quick Results: Ragin' def. Remy Barteaux via pinfall International Superstar Challenge Loon 2.5 def. the Canuck via submission FIW Fighting Spirit Championship Graver retained his title by... eating his opponet, a ham sandwich No. 1 Contendership for Fighting Spirit Over The Top Rope Battle Royal Alex Evans was eliminated by Extreme Ninja #2 April Lynn was eliminated by Extreme Ninja #2 Extreme Ninja #2 was eliminated by Carl Lucas Carl Lucas was eliminated by Onikage Sam Kinloch vs. the skull cowboy ended via referee stoppage Summer of Sin Rematch Kailey Lane def. Kennedy via pinfall |
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