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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; July 11, 2006 | |
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align] The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Ragin', and Jim O'Brien all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates! [align=center]Wake Up![/align] Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly. [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Swytch yanks the steel chair from the referee's hands as Kennedy tries again to reclaim her feet. Tony Clarke moves up on Swytch JUST AS HE BLASTS KENNEDY IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, *Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…[/align] Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table, Here ya go create another fable![/align] The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!! [align=center]You wanted to! Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! [align=center]You wanted to! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Graver moves toward April and plunks her on the top rope in a sitting position before he himself climbs to the second rope, standing her up and grabbing her around the neck. Unfortunately, this “Big BAM!” never happens, as April shoves Graver off and he stumbles to the mat. He turns around, pissed-off, but it doesn’t last as April CAREENS off the top rope and DRIVES HIS FACE INTO THE MAT WITH A BULLDOG!! [align=center]You wanted to! Why dya leave the keys upon the table?[/align] Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!! [align=center]You wanted to![/align] The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown. [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] Alex spins him around, boots Loon in the midsection and DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING KI-KRUSHER MANEUVER! Alex pops back up to his feet, raising his arms in the air [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align] The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit! At the exact same time as Kailey is dodging Natalya, Ragin’ steps between the ropes. Kailey turns quickly almost bumping into Ragin’ and their eyes meet. The steel chair swings, seemingly in slow motion to all who are watching. His eyes never leave Kailey, her face scrunching up to brace for the impact. But it never comes. She opens her eyes as she hears the loud crack and the ‘ohhhhh!’ from the fans. She turns to see Natalya laying flat out moments after the sickening impact. Even with the mask on, you know Oni's gotta be smiling ear to ear with that manuever. He raises a fist to the air, nodding in self appreciation of his work. He grabs ahold of Shannon and brings him to his feet. He scoops Shannon up INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER! Swytch rears back with the steel chair, aiming at Kennedy's head and CRACKS STEEL AGAINST STEEL AS KENNEDY DUCKS ASIDE! The steel chair clatters to the ringside mats as Swytch's hands throb from the impact! Kennedy leaps up onto the steel steps and jumps onto Swytch's shoulders, DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR WITH A HURRACANRANA! [align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Wake Up! *Whispered* Wake up[/align] Dante climbs up to his feet and pulls Ragin’ up, tucking his head between his legs. Kailey is on the floor, screaming at Dante to get back in the ring. Dante looks down at her and that’s a mistake BECAUSE RAGIN’ RISES UP SENDING DANTE OVER WITH A BACKDROP AND CRASHING BACK DOWN THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align] Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES! Ninja scribbles on his sign on the top rope before holding it up for all to see… "DANGEROUS~~!!!" The crowd go crazy as Melanie turns around just in time for Ninja perform a SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO HER!! Both crash to the canvas, Ninja on top and Melanie on the bottom! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align] Dante thinks quickly and drives the point of his elbow between Hype’s shoulder blades!! He rehooks the arm THEN DRAGS HYPE OVER THE LADDER AND DRIVES HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align] Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE! [align=center]Here ya go create another fable! You wanted to![/align] Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!! [align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to![/align] Once Graver is at a steady enough vertical base, APRIL LEAPS FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON PN GRAVER! [align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to![/align] Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!! [align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table You wanted to![/align] Kennedy bounces off the ropes and leaps up and spins around going into a wheel barrow position. She pushes off the canvas and grabs Ragin’ around the head, but he ducks his head out of her grasp and sits out PLANTING KENNEDY FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!! [align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align] With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! [align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align] Kailey runs in and butts the extinguisher into Nadia's stomach, doubling her over! Kailey throws the extinguisher aside before shoving Nadia's head between her legs. Kailey glances out into the crowd before hoisting Nadia up in a Crucifix! Kailey sits out DROPPING NADIA FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CRUCIFIX REVERSE FACE DRIVER!! [align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align] The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snatching Onikage by his leather mask Jim runs his thumb across his throat and shouts out “BURNING! HAMMER!” The fans go into frenzy as Jim lifts Onikage up onto his shoulders and sets him up. The Monster of TNT walks around with Onikage on his shoulders for a few seconds to allow each side of the arena to see it. He then drives Onikage skull first into the canvas with the Burning Hammer! Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!! The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen… [align=center] [/align]…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team. JH: Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to the Palace of Aurburn Hills, live in Michigan for Tuesday Night Throwdown! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner, Thomas Moore! TM: Are you ready for tonight's main-event, Jonathan? Round two with Remy Barteaux and Ragin'. JH: Last week Remy suffered defeat at the hands of Ragin', so tonight the Ultimate Endurance Championship will be on the line. TM: And don't forget about tonight's handicap match. The skull cowboy going against both Sam Kinloch and Kailey Lane. JH: And Tier has been banned from ringside! Thank God! For the safety of everyone involved. But that's not all. We've also got the Fighting Spirit Championship on the line. Graver vs. Onikage. But first! Loon 2.5 taking on ANOTHER "International Superstar" handpicked by Smarty Smark. TM: Third time’s the charm baby, third time’s the charm! JH: You sound nearly as delusional as Smarty. TM: Hey! Smarty is not delusional, he is brilliant! JH: Yeah yeah, bet you wouldn’t say that if he decided a pay cut on your check. TM: Of course no…Erm…I mean, what check? MA: The following contest is the scheduled opening bout on this edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown and is scheduled for one fall to a finish with a fifth teen minute time limit, and your official for this contest is Richard Kelly! 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 and hurry down the steps, forming a line facing the ring near it, a spot light from above the HDTV 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 HDTV, 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 they walk down the steps and then 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 Smarty slings the title belt over his shoulder as he pulls out of his pocket a micro phone, Extreme Ninja #2 calmly standing in the corner as the music ends. TM: Sweet! We are going to be honored with some words from Smarty! JH: Dear lord, this is not what we need right now, and define some words please? As generally, from what I’ve seen, this piggie never just says some words. Smarty Smark: Hello Michigan! The grin on Smarty’s face fades as the fans jeer him, a look of confusion crosses his face instead as he pats on the micro phone, after a few pats he grins again. Smarty Smark: Hello Michigan! Once again his greeting is met with jeers and Smarty looks utterly puzzled, he pats the micro phone a few more times and blows on it. Smarty Smark: Is this thing on? Hello? Testing, 1, 2, 3? All the Michigan fans’ jeers grow even larger at Smarty not realizing that the micro phone isn’t broken, they just don’t like him. He shrugs and grins again, circling around in place to look at all the fans in the arena. Smarty Smark: Hello Michigan! For a third time the Michigan fans react to Smarty with jeers and insults, he suddenly smacks his forehead and chuckles. Smarty Smark: Oh! I see why, I nearly forgot I was in the state that is full of inbred, fat, and smelly hill billies who can only be thankful that out of the millions over the years to come out of this state, two, just two in Extreme Ninja #2 and one other turned out awesome, and the rest of you are all just jealous of New York having all around better sports teams, silly me. Or heck… Smarty Smark walks towards the ropes and points out a fan in one of the front rows. Smarty Smark: Guys like you fat boy might just be jealous of the sheer toned perfection that is my body. To now a thunderous amount of jeers Smarty Smark flexes and poses for the camera, showing off his figure or lack there of, Smarty brings up the micro phone to further insult the Michigan fans. However suddenly Ninja walks out of the corner, he puts his gloved hand over the micro phone so Smarty can’t talk into it and shakes his head no, which actually gets the majority of the fans to cheer loudly for the Cruiserweight Champ, Smarty looks at his client in a confused fashion and starts scolding him for stopping him, the fans start chanting “Smarty sucks cock” which brings Smarty Smark’s attention back to them. Smarty Smark: You’re just jealous because you all secretly wish, not that you could get the fine pieces of female ass I get, but that you could do that to other men! If Smarty were to say some thing right now, the sound wouldn’t be able to pick it up the fans are jeering so loudly, he sneers at them and strolls towards the center of the ring. Smarty Smark: Any ways, the reason why I decided to grace you all with my presence is relatively simple, and simple minded as it is that smelly fool, Loon! The fans cheer wildly for the mention of the loveable goof and Smarty grumbles lightly about their cheers. Smarty Smark: Loon, you may have escaped my wrath twice now, but I assure you it won’t happen again. For you see I got fed up with these second rate wrestlers I was baited into bringing in, no, I wanted the best, not some freak show’s side act. So I emptied one of my many Swiss bank accounts, emptied it to the very last penny, and I got a star that rivals nearly Ninja’s! A star that dwarves any thing resembling star power that smelly fool has! And he has come a long way for this match, ladies and gentlemen, I’m proud to introduce to you the man that will end Loon’s career, EEEEEELLLLL LLLLLLUUUUUCHAAAAADOOOOORRRRRE~!!! ”Drugs” the instrumental version by Lil’ Kim blasts over the sound system as the lighting turns a golden tint, the fans already jeering before they even see this mystery opponent for Loon. The curtain is whipped back and out steps a rather small man, he looks to be only around a few inches taller than five foot, and looks like by his scrawny build that he weighs only, at best, a hundred pounds. But to further add to the strangeness of this man, he is wearing tie dyed wrestling boots, MC Hammer style genie pants and a black cape as well as a poorly made looking black lucha mask, which looks like he had bought at a dollar store. He dances about in a salsa fashion as he makes his way down the walk way, the fans greeting him not too warmly as he enters the ring and Smarty Smark pats him on the back as Ninja and him exit the ring. JH: This is ridiculous… TM: My notes tell me that El Luchadore killed a bear with his bare hands. JH: Did the bear suffer a heart attack or some thing while it was mauling him? TM: Also my notes say he is a bad ass, no wait, the ass part is crossed out, guess it says he is just bad? 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: Making his way to the ring…He hails from Milan, Illinois and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ninety five pounds, and he stands at exactly six feet…HE! IS! LLLLLOOOOONNNNN TWOOOO POOOOINNNNT FFFFFIIIIIIVEEEEE~!!! TM: I bet Loon can’t say he’s killed a bear with his bare hands. JH: Neither can his opponent. TM: But my notes sa- JH: Say things I bet Smarty made up on the spot. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] EL Luchadore unties the white string that is keeping his cape around his neck; he throws it back dramatically and places his fists on his hips, looking like some kind of weird Mexican super hero. As both men start to make their way to the center of the ring suddenly Loon charges forward, going for a running forearm strike, though El Luchadore ducks it by rolling forward, he rolls up to his feet and says as he flicks his hand, striking a pose “Ole~!” For some unknown reason El Luchadore continues, rolling once more and rolling back up to his feet to strike the pose and say “Ole~!” again, he keeps doing it as he goes around Loon in circles. Loon just looks around him, a bit amused as El Luchadore keeps rolling around, he calmly walks in the area where El Luchadore should end up getting back up to his feet, and like clock work he does, Loon simply clocks him upside the head with a karate kick as he shouts along with the fans “I KICK YOU!” and then grins and shouts “I AM A BAD ASS MOTHERFUCKER AM I NOT?!” before dropping down and hooking both of El Luchadore’s legs as Richard drops down. [align=center]1![/align] JH: Looks like yet another failure on Smarty’s part. TM: Hey, don’t count Smarty’s El Luchadore out yet! [align=center]2![/align] JH: I think it is pretty apparent he is out. TM: Well…he is drooling…But that might just be a tactic to get Loon too comfortable and feeling secure, and then bam! He strikes like a viper! [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: That or Smarty Smark’s international star has failed. TM: Damn it! MA: Your winner by pin fall…LLLLLLOOOOOONNNNNN TWOOOOO POOOIIIINNNNNT FFFFFIIIIIIIIIVE~!!! ”Cult of Personality” blasts over the P.A. system as Loon sits up and looks over at Smarty Smark, lifting up his hands and saying “Well?”. Smarty Smark shakes his head in a disproving manner and says “Not good enough” as he turns around and heads to the back, Extreme Ninja #2 right behind him as PBM pushes him from behind. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] TM: Can you smell a squash? JH: Alex may be cocky but he has a chance. TM: You hate him, why stick up for him? JH: You loved him, why hate him? TM: Because Smarty’s right, he’s a wanna-be. “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 eyes focused completely on the ring as he begins his trek toward the ring, Carl remaining as stoic as ever. MA: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND HAS A TIME LIMIT OF FIFTEEN MINUTES! INTRODUCING FIRST, ONE HALF OF THE FIW TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS, HAILING FROM NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA… HE IS CARL LUCAS!!!! [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 Carl reaches the ring, as he‘s set to climb in suddenly a chorus of boos come over the crowd as from the back comes Alex Evans, steel chair in hand and he smashes the chair into Carl‘s right knee, causing Carl to lose balance and drop to the mats. Alex then starts smashing the chair down onto Carl, the referee tells him to stop or he’ll be disqualified, he smirks to the fans who boo the hell out of him as he throws the chair down and starts booting down onto Carl, firing a lot of boots down on Carl, Alex then spins on the spot shouting “I‘m The Man!”. JH: Damn, Alex not even waiting for the match, he‘s making sure he wins this one. TM: That’s cheating! JH: You love cheating! TM: Yeah… but… but! Each boot knocking down on his head as Alex looks to Tony Clarke who tells him to get it in the ring, Alex smirks as he carries on booting down on Carl, but Carl then catches his foot, as he raises looking towards Alex, still holding Alex’s leg as he has it in his left hand. Carl then gives Alex such a firm snarl as Tony yells at them to get in the ring right away, Carl just glares at Alex before… TM: Bye Alex… JH: Huh? TM: Don’t ever piss a big black man off… JH: Why? …Carl LEVELS Alex with a HUGE Lariat that almost decapitates Alex on the spot, he drops to the mats in a heap, Carl just looks down at Alex and back at Tony… TM: …That. Carl grabs Alex up and tosses him into the ring, he climbs in himself and the bell sounds as the match officially starts. Carl moves to Alex who is slowly gaining his footing again as he stands up, Carl grabs him and tosses him into the corner, Carl then follows up with a huge boot to the gut causing Alex to drop to a knee, Carl lifts him up and then throws him over towards the other side of the ring with a choke toss. Alex moves towards the corner, trying to catch his breath, Carl makes his way over towards Alex, but is caught as Alex seems to kip up and then hit a hurricanrana taking Carl’s head into the second turnbuckle as Alex lays there catching his breath. JH: Alex getting out of that with much grace. TM: Desperation… JH: The guy’s a monster, I’d of done the same. Alex climbs up to his feet slowly as does Carl, shaking off the knock to the noggin, Alex turns to see Carl‘s to his feet, he moves to Carl and snaps a hard kick into Carl‘s left knee, before doing it again, finally causing Carl to kneel. Alex then strikes him in the back with a boot before running to the ropes and hitting a dropkick, causing Carl to reel forward a little. Alex still looks at Carl, not really happy the giant didn’t hardly move, so he gives Carl another solid kick to the spine before running to the ropes again, coming back to be met with a almighty punch to the gut, Alex almost flies to the canvas as he holds his gut. TM: That’s how you level someone. JH: Damn. Carl stands up, he moves to Alex and lifts Alex up onto his feet before grabbing his arm and pulling him towards Carl to be met with a vicious short-arm clothesline, Alex drops back down to the canvas holding his head. Carl again picks up Alex, he then goes for another short-arm clothesline, but as he does Alex ducks under and uses his speed to try and drop Carl down, but instead Carl uses Alex’s own momentum to snap him back as Alex lands on his right arm, really landing badly on it. Alex holds his arm in pain as Carl sees the advantage point and boots down on the arm, each kick causing Alex to look in more and more discomfort. JH: Alex could be in a lot of trouble now. TM: Carl accidentally giving himself a advantage? Accidental I don’t believe. JH: He’s that strong he’d snap your spine by accident. TM: Ever thought he does it intentionally? Carl picks Alex up, he then Irish whips Alex into the ropes, Alex rebounds and comes back but ducks Carl’s big boot attempt, as he comes back he tries to hit Carl with a forearms smash, but he literally runs right into Carl crashing to the canvas as Carl looks down at him. JH: Like running into a freight train. TM: Alex really has no chance. Alex looks up at Carl who looks back, grabbing Alex by the throat and lifting him with a double choke, Alex tries to break free as Tony tries to count to five, but Alex “accidentally” pushes Tony who stumbles and misses a kick to the balls, casing Carl to drop Alex and Alex lands on his feet as Carl drop to the floor clutching his balls, Tony turns back looking kind of confused but he doesn’t know what’s going on. Alex looks towards Carl who’s climbing to his knees, Alex runs to the ropes and as he comes back connects with a VICIOUS leaping Yakuza kick, taking Carl down to his back as Alex literally scrambles on him for the cover… JH: Cover… TM: …Kick Out! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NO SHOULDER UP![/align] Alex flies off onto the mats as Carl kicks out with authority, Alex lands on his feet though as Carl sits up, he goes for a boot but Carl dodges and begins again to climbs to his feet, Alex goes for a kick and Carl pushes off as he swings around Carl punches Alex in the gut doubling him over as Carl is now to his feet. Carl then gets him in a gut wrench position, Carl then hoists him up and starts wrenching down at Alex with a Canadian back rack, before long though Alex wriggles free landing on his feet and dropkicking Carl in the knee again, Carl drops down again as Alex DRIVES a boot into Carl’s head with a super kick, Carl lands on his stomach… JH: Alex really taking it too Carl. TM: For how long is the question though, I mean he is a big bad black dude. JH: Uhm… Racism? TM: Pffft, hype, me and him go way back. JH: How, he’s from Louisiana… TM: I have homies, I’m in the know. Alex goes to the top rope, climbing quickly and turning towards a still fallen Carl, he then leaps off the top rope looking for a double foot stomp, but Carl moves out the way causing Alex to quickly modify his landing into a front roll, which he does and turns but is sandwiched into the corner with one of the most devastating shoulder blocks you’ll ever see, he smashes into the corner and just crumbles to his all fours, Carl plows all his weight down on Alex with a leg drop to Alex’s head, taking him down as Carl climbs to his feet again looking down at Alex who stirs. JH: Squashed Alex, god damn. TM: Alex is now Mr. Fuckin Squashed-Spot. Carl then hoists Alex into the air with such beast like power and raises him into the air with a gorilla press slam, Carl then drops and catches Alex with a almighty power slam. Alex looks in a hell of a lot of pain as Carl just stands back up looking towards the fans then back down at Alex as he lifts Alex up again… JH: Carl’s killing him, why don’t he just cover Alex? TM: Punishment, he did disrespect him with that chair shot. JH: Enough is enough though. He grabs Alex and with all his power throws him into the corner, Carl then backs off before running at Alex, he goes for a clothesline, but Alex springs up and over Carl, dodging it as Carl hits into the ring post, he turns and gets cracked right in the head with a super kick but it has hardly any effect, he just merely reels, Alex then ROARS! As he rotates and clobbers Carl with a roaring elbow, it takes Carl down and Alex hurries to the top rope, but Carl dummies him, he hits Alex’s feet and then picks him in a choke toss and THROWS him off, Alex crashes down on his back hard, Carl then signals for something… TM: Now its over. JH: The Hard Goodbye? Carl lifts Alex up and boots him in the gut hard, he then places him between his legs, Carl lifts Alex up for a Powerbomb, he then SNAPS Alex down with a sit-out Powerbomb, keeping Alex down for the cover as Tony drops to count it… TM: THE HARD GOODBYE! JH: It’s over. [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE!!![/align] …Tony calls for the bell and Carl pushes Alex out of the way as he stands, collecting his title and raising it into the air… MA: YOUR WINNER AT A TIME OF SEVEN MINUTES THIRTEEN SECONDS…. CARL LUCAS!!!!!!! …Carl makes his way backstage as Tony checks on Alex who’s slowly stirring as we go to commercials. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] The camera cuts backstage to the eerie silence of a backstage hall. An outside exit opens not far away and the fans make some noise when they see that it is Kailey Lane coming through the doorway. Already in her chaps, her wrists and forearms taped up tightly, she had, it seems, stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. The camera follows along as she makes the trek back to her locker room only to find the door ajar once she gets there. A sigh escapes her lips as she hangs her head. Pushing the door all the way open, she leans in and swipes her hand over the light switch. Nothing. Another sigh and she gingerly takes a step into the room, propping the door with her foot. The light from the hall tries to penetrate the dark room but leaves much to be desired. Still, what she can see causes her to straighten suddenly and take in a sharp breath. There, on the floor, is a huge question mark in ghostly white, glowing paint. Kailey: There goes Madison's safety deposit... Kailey's eyebrows tilt downward as something seems to catch her eye and she strains her neck to get a better view. The white dot at the bottom of the ? is not very visible and Kailey leaves the safety of the hallway light to find out why. As Kailey moves her foot away, the door begins to slowly close behind her, cutting off most of the light. Remarkably, the paint itself gives off a faint enough glow that she ventures to walk deeper into the room. As she does so, Kailey becomes a mere silhouette of herself, the strange glow of the paint lightly highlighting her movements. The camera just barely manages to pick up her figure kneeling down by the painted marking. There is a moment of silence, as if she is contemplating what she found, then an audible "click". Much like last week, the crackle of static fills the darkness accompanied by odd grinding and scraping noises. Even in the dim light, it is plain to see Kailey leaning from the source of the sound. Enigma: Hello my dear Kailey... For the second time ever, that enigmatic, heavily distorted, metallic voice rings out. That androgenous voice that could easily belong to either a male or female greets Kailey, who grumbles in response... Kailey: Hello, Weirdo... ... only to be quickly cut off by the voice. Enigma: My my my...the trouble you get yourself into Kailey, defying a god? Willingly doing battle with his right hand? And playing side kick to the Wiccan? At this rate, you won't make it to live long enough to find out my other name. Kailey pffts loudly as a metallic, raspy chuckle rings out from the tape recorder and the wonderful grinding and scrapping noises chime in. Enigma: I've crafted a gift for you, perhaps you will draw inspiration from it and channel your will to live long enough to survive tonight. Hopefully it will tide you over until I can give you this jigsaw complete. You can consider it another piece to the puzzle if you will, and take it as a sign of my affection as all my gifts have been meant to be. Kailey's voice can be heard softly mocking the one on the tape. Kailey: .. channel your will to live... normal voice As if.. Kailey stands, looking down at the markings on the floor. The paint lends an eerie luminesence that casts off of her features and shows the rage building within the beauty. Enigma: Remember Kailey Lane, you are mine and no one else's, let alone the student of the counterfeit savior's. Oh and.... Kailey balks and FIW's southern belle's eyebrows raise at that. Her frown deepens over the voice's words, only to slowly turn to puzzlement as the voice trails off. She looks down at the recorder and gives it a lit tap with her foot and then another. Suddenly, a metallic and raspy chuckle spills out from the tiny speaker. Enigma: Did I worry you for a moment there? A look of mild annoyance crosses over Kailey's facial features as the metallic and raspy chuckle cries out again. Enigma: I apologize, I some times can't help myself, the last thing I must leave you with my sweet heroine is this....look to your right. A click signals the end of the recording and the room is plunged into a welcome silence. Kailey turns her head to the right and let's out a surprised grunt as she seems to have hit some thing small and light as it swings in the darkness and jingles. Carefully she reaches out to the object, pulling it off the string on which is attached. A stumped Kailey walks slowly back toward the door and opens it, flooding the room with light. She opens her hand and reveals a necklace with what looks to be a hand-crafted Maltese Cross. Kailey stares down at the necklace for a few moments with a grim expression as the camera cuts back to the action... 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. TM: Well folks, thanks for joining us! See you next time on TNT-- JH: The show isn't over yet. TM: Oh. Right. It's just that long entrance... SO LONG! JH: All we're doing now to start this Fighting Spirit Championship match is the arrival of Graver, whom we haven't seen all week! TM: He's a busy guy. JH: Busy doing what? Drinking beer? Jerking off? TM: Probably. It's more than you do on a Saturday Night. [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 hand and the title over his shoulder. He takes a deep swig, giving an absent-minded set of horns to the fans. They boo him, and the horns soon turn into a middle finger. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall, and is for the Fighting Spirit Championship! Introducing first, already in the ring... he hails from Parts Unknown... OOOOOOONIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAGEAAAHHH!!! And his opponent! 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. Graver doesn't even bother to remove his belt, hat, or anything else. He just smirks at Onikage. [align=center]Dingdingding![/align] JH: And this match is underway, folks! This contest is sure to-- wait, what the hell is he doing? Graver casually steps between the ropes to the outside and stands casually. Michaela looks at him, but begins her twenty count. [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!! SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE!! TEN!! ELEVEN!!! TWELVE!!! THIRTEEN!!! FOURTEEN!!! FIFTEEN!!! SIXTEEN!!!! SEVENTEEN!!!! EIGHTEEN!!!! NINETEEN!!! ... TWENTY!!!!![/align] The bell rings again as a confused and astonished Onikage looks on. MA: Your winner, as a result of a count-out... OOOOOONIIIIKAAAAAGE. However, since the title does NOT change hands on a count out... STILL you FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION... GRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAYYYYYVEEEERRRRR!!! The crowd boos as Graver takes a mic from a ring monkey. Graver: Hey, great, your lungs work. Shut up. They just boo him harder. Doesn't he know that's how things work? Eventually they die down, and Graver speaks again. Graver: All right, cheapskate wack daddy. This is how it's gonna work. This title? This Fighting Spirit Championship right here? YOU'RE not getting it. Not in one of your little fully-sanctioned pussy-pants rules-having matches. Oh no! Graver smiles as he begins backpedalling toward the stage. Graver: See, I had a talk with a guy who happens to be a part of a strong managerial firm. And HE said that it's within my contract as a champion to determine the stipulation for championship defense matches anyhow, anytime, and anywhere. Which means! ... that I'm not even setting foot in the ring AGAIN with this title on the line... unless it's a no-disqualification HARDCORE MATCH! The fans pop and boo at the same time. It's that damn ECW. Makes 'em mark too hard for hardcore. JH: This is unbelieveable. TM: I know! Graver: But without further ado... let me introduce to you the man that made all this possible... my NEEEWWWW manager... all your base are belong to hiiiimmmm... SSSSMARTY!! SMARK!!! Graver's music hits again and Smarty waddles out onto the stage. Graver hefts himself up onto the catwalk and goes to stand at Smarty's side as Onikage fumes in the ring. JH: How long will Madison allow Graver to mock the Fighting Spirit Championship!? TM: I don't know and I don't care. Graver and Smarty Smark! This is like the new Reese Cup, Jonathan! THIS IS HUUUGE!!! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] We open in a locker room that Sam happens to be occupying. There's a knock at the door. Sam: It's unlocked! ... and I'm not naked! The door opens, and in steps a certain lucha legend, today clad in black accented with shiny black as opposed to his usual teal and gold. El Bombastico: Que lastima. Sam looks up and smiles at the joke. Sam: You don't want to see me naked. That would be weird. The old man shrugs his shoulders, a highly noncommittal response belied by the smirk on his face. Sam: So... what's with the black? Sam seems to do a double-take, and strides over to him, putting a hand to his mask's forehead. Sam: And where's the body glitter, are you okay!? Her mock concern is quickly turned serious by the expression on Bomb's face. El Bombastico: I have come to tell ju that I am sorry; I cannot find it in myself to help coach you at this point. I learned something... unfortunate... during my trip over. Sam: What's that? Bomb swallows and sighs, hanging his head a bit. El Bombastico: ... as I'm sure jou're aware, Samantha, I am a man of many... exploits. It seems one of these exploits yielded a child. A son. I was informed today that he is dead, which saddens me, as I never got the chance to meet him. He looks back up at her, mournful, but his face more serious than sad. El Bombastico: It seems he ran into some trouble where he lived and was shot. A few of the shots proved quite fatal for him. But I was very close to ju, and assumed ju'd prefer if I told ju in person that I could not accompany ju. Sam nods and sorta looks like she's fumbling for something to say, or mulling it over in her head. Bomb seems to detect something in her face, and he speaks up again. El Bombastico: It is... the idea... that saddens me. That I had a chance to raise a strapping joung man to perhaps follow in my footsteps of becoming a luchador... pero ahora... his soul has fallen to darkness. I shall not have that opportunity. Sam scrunches her face. Sam: Well... you have me... and Scott, for what that's worth. Neither of us are blood, but... El Bombastico: Sí, hija. I have ju. He smiles like a proud papa, but a little wistful in the eyes. Sam smiles back, a little nervous, but trying to be helpful. Bomb turns his back to her, giving her a full view of his raven-black hair melting into his raven-black silk cape as he looks at a poster on the wall. El Bombastico: I am sorry if I am making ju uncomfortable. Not many of my old friends are... ... with us... any longer, and I just cannot stop thinking about it. Getting it... eh... off my chest. It helps. He places his index finger on the chest of a certain FIW Superstar on the poster, then lets it slide off, his eyes falling. El Bombastico: She named him after me. His mother. He kept her surname, pero my name... He nods, turns back to Sam, and forces a smile. El Bombastico: I am surprised I hadn't noticed it earlier, honestly. But I will take my leave of ju now. I am sorry to have gotten jour hopes up for nothing... but I am confident ju will understand what ju must do. He takes a short bow, and as he raises his head gets pulled into a hug, which he responds to in kind. Sam: I understand you can't be here with me now... but I hope to hear from you soon. They break the hug, Bomb's hands on Sam's shoulders, clapping them lightly. He shakes her ever so slightly, in that proud-but-hurt sort of way, and smiles. El Bombastico: Ju are all I have left, and for that I am grateful. He bows very slightly. El Bombastico: Luego... Samantha. Sam: Adios. Said with a non-awful accent, this time. Bomb smiles at her and she gives him a little wave before he makes his exit. She can't help but let her eyes travel to the plexiglass-covered, framed poster on the wall of all the current FIW talent, and the fingerprint on the tattooed chest of the man next to Tier... The camera cuts away from ringside to a hall way backstage, the camera man is racing as he tries to keep up with the man in front of him, Onikage, who is storming down the hall way like he is looking for a fight. His windbreaker is slung over his shoulder as his black locks bounce off of his shoulders with each stride, still in his ring gear from earlier. He cranes towards a locker room door that’s plate reads “Onikage” on it. However he suddenly stops right before the door way, he pauses there for a few moments, just long enough for the camera to pick up the sound of some one playing a guitar inside his locker room. Slowly his expression behind the crudely stapled and sewed together leather mask contorts into anger as he snatches hold of the handle and pushes it open, storming in on whomever it was that was playing the guitar. As the camera zooms in it reveals it was in fact JJ playing the guitar as he sits on the bench, a wooden guitar resting on his leg and him looking like a dear caught in a pair of headlights. Resting on his other leg is a piece of paper which seems to have some thing written on it, but it is too far away for the camera to pick up. Onikage stands in front of JJ, panting slightly as he glares down at his student, his eyes trailing down to the guitar and the piece of paper. Onikage: What were you doing in here? JJ chuckles nervously and his eyes shy away from Onikage’s form. JJ: Nothing, nothing at all sensei. Onikage: Oh really? JJ: Yup. Onikage suddenly bends over and snatches the piece of paper off of JJ’s leg, JJ tries to snatch it back but Onikage is too quick and stands up straight, still glaring down at his head pupil. Onikage: And this just happens to be that nothing, correct? JJ remains silent which causes Onikage’s eyes from behind the leather mask to wander over to the piece of paper, scanning it over. With each line he scans over his eyes narrow more and more, and his already angry expression intensifies. He leans over and almost shoves the piece of paper into JJ’s face, resulting in JJ turning his head a bit. Onikage: I thought we discussed about garbage like this, and how you needed to get it out of your head. Your last few attempts were embarrassing enough as it is for me, but this…this is reaching levels of stupidity I did not think your mind was capable of. His student remains silent and thus brings a scoff from Onikage, he stands up and nonchalantly rips up the piece of paper into shreds, a horrified look crosses over JJ’s face. Quickly he jumps up to his feet and gets into Onikage’s masked face as best as he can for being shorter than him. JJ: Hey! I worked hard on that sensei! FIW’s Straight Edge Savior’s look becomes an emotionless one behind his mask. Onikage: Then you wasted your time JJ-chan. JJ looks ready to retort but no words come out of his mouth, he takes a deep inhale and looks ready to speak again, but once again nothing. He sighs and lowers his head, shaking it slightly before looking back up at Onikage. JJ: You know what? I don’t need to this crap right now sensei. And without another word JJ storms past his mentor, pulling open the door and walking out of the locker room. The sound of the locker room’s door is heard as the camera pans back towards Onikage, who is glaring down at the shreds of paper, a soft growl escapes from his mouth as he grumbles to himself. Onikage: A cursive woman… The camera zooms in on Onikage’s masked face for a few moments before fading back to ringside… [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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JH: Well in this next match I hope the team of Kailey Lane and Sam Kinloch can survive, it would truly bring a smile to my face to see Tier’s so called arm get stepped on a second week in a row. TM: I can’t really say who I want to win, on the one hand there’s Kailey, one of the biggest suck-ups to the fans of all FIW time, but if I root on the skull cowboy, there is no telling what voo doo Sam might do to me. But on the second other hand, if I root for the team of dames, there is no telling what Darth Vader, quasi-Jedi crap Tier might try to do to me. JH: You really like to over complicate a simple situation, don’t you? TM: Yup, it’s my job since I work next to a brainless sheep. JH: Look, I know you were upset about your new office being next to Toby’s cubical b-hey! You’re talking about me, aren’t you?! TM: See what I have to put up with folks? See my suffering? MA: The following contest is the scheduled semi-main event of this edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown and it is a two on one tag team handicap match with one fall to a finish. It has been granted a thirty minute time limit and the official for this contest is Tony Clarke. "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd before moving to her corner to psyche up. MA: Introducing first…She hails from Nashville, Tennesse and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty seven pounds, and she stands at five feet and eight inches…SHE! IS! KAAAAIIIIIIILLLLLLEEEEEEY LLLLLLAAAAAANNNNNNE~!!! TM: Mmmhmmmmm…chaps… JH: Pull yourself together man, for Pete’s sake. TM: Mmmmmm…I don’t care about Pete’s sake as much as I do that water melon Kailey is smuggling in her tights…mmmmhmmmmm… JH: Oi. Heavy metal guitars blast our eardrums as Rob Zombie‘s “American Witch” fucks our frontal lobes. The lights drop as the guitars scream, and a purple glow emanates from the screen at the entrance. The black silhouette of an oversized poppet fills it as lasers above the stage trace a purple circle. [align=center]Body of a monkey and the feet of the cock Dragged from her home on the killing rock Black dog died on a weather vane The devil‘s in a cat and the baby‘s brain[/align] BAMF! Purple fireworks erupt from the stage, and when they die we see Sam Kinloch standing in the circle. She smirks as the lights raise and she walks to flashing purple strobes to the ring. [align=center]The end, the end of the American… The end, the end of the American… The end, the end of the American… WITCH[/align] The lights suddenly cut again, Sam center-ring. The music hits an eerie interlude, and as the guitar rocks back in, the lights above spark and pop, returning to life as Sam leans into her corner, waiting the beginning of the match MA: And introducing her team mate…She hails from Elk City, Oklahoma and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirteen pounds, and stands at five feet and four inches…SHE! IS! SSSSSAAAAAAAMMM KIIIIIINNNNNLLLLLOOOOOCH~!!! JH: While I don’t approve of her actions last time we saw the skull cowboy and her inside the ring together, I believe she could be the difference maker in this match. TM: The power of Christ compels you *Throws handful of holy water at Sam’s direction* The power of Christ compels you. *Throws more* JH: Hey! Watch it with that stuff! You are getting all the equipment wet, besides that is for Vampires, not Wiccans. TM: And how do you know this Jonathon, hmmm?! Unless…you’re a Vampire! *Throws some at Jonathon* The power of Christ compels you! [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. A loud "CAW!" is heard and Nemesio soars down from the rafters to find a perch on the cowboy's left shoulder as the music softens and the flames rise higher, threatening to consume them. MA: Ladies and gentlemen... making his way to the ring, from Angel Fire, New Mexico... he is the LARGEST MAN in FIW! ... he is... the SKUUUUULLLLLLLL... COOOOWWWWBOOOOOOYYYY!!! The flames EXPLODE from the stage and disappear suddenly; leaving only the dead stare of the skull cowboy. He stalks to the ring, stepping over the top rope. The skull cowboy whisks off his hat and shrugs out of his coat, hanging them both on his turnbuckle. The raven flies off as the coat leaves cowboy's shoulders, doing a lap about the ring until he finds a resting spot atop the hat, and the cowboy awaits the start of the match. MA: And introducing their opponent…He hails from Angel Fire, New Mexico and weighs in tonight at three hundred and fifty six pounds and stands erect at exactly six feet and eleven inches…HE! IS! THE! SSSSKUUUUUULLLLLLLL COOOOOWBOOOOY~!!! TM: Stupid bird, I swear one of these days PETA is going to get on our case about that thing being here. JH: Do you want to be the one to tell the skull cowboy he can’t bring his only friend and pet to ringside? TM: Erm…well…not really… JH: In either case, it’ll be interesting to see how well he fairs in this match without his master’s, and so called God’s, advisory role. [align=center]The house lights fade to complete darkness as the sound of a church organ rises up through the sound system. An ominous red glow seems to build over the stage as smoke starts to pour out and the beat of drums and hum of guitars picks up. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as two figures seem to rise up through the smoke to the opening tune of Rob Zombie’s “Return of the Phantom Stranger”. They’re quickly revealed to be Swytch, who is holding a steel chair, with his protégé Kennedy holding on closer than a protégé should be. All three members of the match turn their attention to the ramp way, both Kailey and Sam looking baffled by the Dual Crown Champion’s and his pupil’s presence, and the skull cowboy’s dark voids for eyes staring holes through them.[/align] JH: What in the world is this?! Swytch wasn’t scheduled to be in this match! TM: Who said he was in the match, Jonathon? By the looks of Swytch’s and Kennedy’s clothes, it doesn’t look like they came here to wrestle. JH: That may be true but then why does Swytch have a steel chair in his hand?! TM: Ummm…a present for the cowboy? [align=center]Shape shifting high and a haunted eye Falling plastic and paper... DEMONS No trace of time, I'm branded sly I am your ghost master baby... FREE ME Swytch stalks the ramp way, Kennedy casually strolling behind him as she hangs on tight to the leash, all three wrestlers seem to unwelcome the duo’s presence, each one getting up and looking ready to fight them. Suddenly the Dual Crown Champ slams his free hand’s palm against the steel chair, grabbing it and yanking it into an unfolded position, he slams it down against the walk way. His neck twisting and twitching as he very calmly sits down on the steel chair, Kennedy sauntering around it and making sure the leash doesn’t get caught on it before taking her seat on Swytch’s lap, wrapping her arms loosely around her mentor’s neck.[/align] TM: I wish she’d sit on my lap… JH: Hang on folks, I’ve just gotten word that next week we will see Kailey Lane compete against Swytch one more time in a match, and it will be for the FIW Dual Crown Championship! TM: Aaaaaaaand…I still don’t get why Swytch is out here…Though…As long as Kennedy stays I don’t mind. JH: By the looks of it, I would assume our dear champion is getting a front row view of his challenger for next week. Kailey, Sam and the skull cowboy look around for a few moments; each one still seeming uneasy by Swytch’s presence, Swytch merely waves his hands as if to signal for them to carry on. Slowly the wrestlers turn their backs on the demented duo as Tony Clarke explains the rules, after he is done he calls for the bell as Sam exits the ring, allowing Kailey to start the match. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] The skull cowboy right out the bat barrels towards Kailey, Lane manages to zip to the side, avoiding the skull cowboy’s attempt at a shoulder block, she throws a low side kick that connects with the back of the masked cowboy’s knee cap, causing it to buckle a bit, with him down to a kneeling position FIW’s southern Diva leaps into the air and hits a jumping dropkick to the back of the cowboy’s skull, it causes his massive frame to sway a bit, though not actually go down. As Kailey starts to get to her feet she notices her opponent is doing the same, quickly she wraps her legs around the lower part of his ankles and delivers a drop toe hold, sending the skull cowboy face first into the team of ladies’ corner’s bottom buckle, already he plants his hands against the canvas and starts trying to get back up to his feet though Lane races across the little distance beet them, hopping and hitting a front dropkick to the back of the cowboy’s skull, sending him masked face first back into the buckle. Entire attendance of fans in the arena cheer on Kailey as she rolls right up to her feet, she stalks over to their corner as Sam cheers her on from the apron, roughly Kailey plants the bottom of her boot against the back of the cowboy’s skull, messing up his long dark locks, she then proceeds to perform a maneuver not seen very often, a reverse face wash, she after a few times of scraping her boot against the back of his head pulls it back, she does almost a half skip before running right towards the corner across from theirs. She bounces off of the ropes and runs right back towards the dazed hand of God, looking for a reverse running boot scrape, suddenly the skull cowboy rolls over at the last second, so he is leaning against the bottom rope and meets Kailey’s boot head on, and then he amazingly grabs hold of her foot, taking the blunt of her momentum and causing his body to flinch ever so slightly, his soulless eyes stare up at Kailey as the blonde beauty tries to pull her foot free of his grasp, but to no luck as on the walk way Swytch watches with a bored expression and Kennedy’s expression is one of fake worry for Kailey. JH: Kailey was starting out well enough, but that inhuman skull cowboy just grabbed her foot while she was in mid-run! TM: And so the winds of change blow towards skull cowboy’s direction. JH: Wow, I’m surprised you said some thing as insightful as that while a woman is in the ring, Thomas. TM: What? It isn’t like the only thing I can think of when women wrestlers are in the ring i-oooo…Kailey’s bouncing; I love it when she bounces…mmmmmhmmmmmmm… Kailey stares down at the skull cowboy as he calmly gets back up to his feet, she tries to yank her foot free again but the skull cowboy doesn’t even move an inch, she jumps up into the air, trying to clip him on the back of his head with her free foot to free the other, though he merely ducks it, leaving Kailey Lane in an awkward position as now, from behind, the skull cowboy is holding up her leg, finally he makes his move, tugging on her leg and force her back into his welcoming arms, surprisingly the skull cowboy locks Kailey into a modified side T-bone suplex, throwing her back over his head and allowing her to crash and burn in a heap. Before the skull cowboy can even turn around, Sam leans over the top rope and slaps Kailey’s back, tagging herself in, she flips right over the top rope and races towards the giant as he comes face to face with her, she starts wildly throwing forearm strikes at him, not a single one even phasing him, the skull cowboy merely places his massive hand against Sam’s face and pie faces her, sending the witch tumbling away from him, but she rolls through and ends up back on her feet. Sam glares at the skull cowboy and charges at him again, the cowboy swings for a haymaker, but Sam ducks it and snatches his arm, scaling right up the turnbuckle in a circular manner, kicking right off of it and continuing the twirl a bit, and with her holding her foe’s arm, the skull cowboy following her in her twirl, she in mid-twirl chugs her leg forward from under her frame, connecting to the side of the masked head of the skull cowboy with her shin, hitting the temple area to be exact, sending the behemoth stumbling. Frustration over takes Sam’s facial features as she notices the move didn’t take her much larger opponent down like she had wanted it to, she snatches his arm again and as fast as a lightning bolt heads towards the turnbuckle, in mid-scaling up of it, the skull cowboy throws his arm back, yanking Sam right off of her feet and off of the turnbuckle, while she is in mid-air the skull cowboy wraps his tree trunk like arms around her slender waist and continues their momentum, spinning the two around and around, heading more towards the center of the ring before he slams Sam back first against the canvas viciously with a spinning out side walk slam as Tony Clarke jumps down to start the count! TM: I think I just heard Sam’s spine snap! JH: It certainly wouldn’t surprise me with how hard the skull cowboy just slammed her down against the canvas. [align=center]1![/align] TM: Not only that, but he put all of his weight on top of her as he slammed her down, so Sam had three hundred and fifty six pounds on top of her too! JH: And not only was that move affective in seriously hurting Sam, but it got them away from her team’s corner, so even if she is able to kick out, she can’t roll right over and tag out to Kailey. [align=center]2![/align] TM: I’m not sure, if the cowboy keeps this up, there will be any thing left for Swytch and whoever Sam might face to fight! JH: I know, this, though not having been going on long yet, has been one brutal of a contest so far! [align=center]Thre-No! Kick out![/align] TM: Though hey, I wouldn’t complain if there wasn’t any thing left of Kailey for next week, means easier defense for Swytch baby! JH: Ugh, you would be the person to see a positive in the skull cowboy, Tier’s servant, being so dominant. Clarke holds up two fingers for all of the arena to see, more than likely quite a few fans sighing in relief while Kennedy looks disappointed and Swytch shakes his head, the skull cowboy sits up and holds up two fingers of his own, Tony nods his head and the skull cowboy releases a deep exhale as he snatches Sam by her long black locks and drags her roughly up to her feet along with him as he stands up, whipping her into the ropes with quite a bit of force, perhaps the Eternal Immortal Red’s muscle growing a bit frustrated as well over this match like his foe he just threw into the ropes. After bouncing off of the ropes, Sam comes charging back towards the welcoming arms of her opponent who has a skull for a head, he scoops her up from her inner legs like a powerbomb, except he simply and recklessly tosses her backwards, trying to send her over his head, however amazingly in mid-air Sam manages to not flail around, rather she puts her weight downward, trying to stop herself from going far, so much in fact she manages to start to fall, and in mid-fall delivers a nasty double stomp to the top of the skull cowboy’s head before dropping to her knees behind him, the velocity sending her sliding against the mat on her knees, lucky for her too as the skull cowboy falls backwards with a thud. Looking kind of like a very big baby that has Wiccan powers, Sam crawls across the canvas on her hands and knees and lays on top of the skull cowboy, as she reaches to hook his leg and Tony drops down to a knee, with a random burst of force the skull cowboy throws Kinloch off of him, sending the smaller witch flying through the air and face planting on the canvas, Kailey slaps her hand against the top of her team’s turnbuckle and tries to rally the fans as well behind her cheering on Sam, who shakes her head a bit, getting rid of the cobwebs that brewed in her head from falling face first onto the canvas as her undead foe sits up in an eerie fashion, he rolls his head around, cracking his neck a bit before he pushes himself up to his feet. He notices Sam getting up to her feet and barrels towards her like a massive truck, in mid-run he throws up his knee, ramming it right into Sam’s jaw and causing her to loose her footing, stumbling back a bit as her upper body limps falls back from the impact, she swings her upper body back upwards and jams her palm against the lower part of the cowboy’s chest with a palm thrust, and knocking the wind out of the skull cowboy in doing so as he staggers back and gasps for air, though Sam doesn’t give him a moment to himself, bolting towards him and snatching his neck in a front facelock as she continues to move at a fast pace, zipping right towards the ropes, she scales up the bottom, and then the middle and then the top, standing there for a few moments on the top as she keeps hold of the skull cowboy’s head, she bounces slightly to give her a spring to her jump as she leaps off of it, flipping right over the skull cowboy’s head and taking him off of his feet, and driving him the back of the head first with a ropes assisted sit down reverse DDT to a cheer from the fans and Kailey as Swytch yawns and Kennedy, looking rather bored, politely applauds! JH: Good god! Sam nearly caved the ring in with that one! TM: Well, that’s what happens when you drive three hundred and fifty six pounds of weight, head first, into the canvas. JH: If the skull cowboy hadn’t already died once, I’d have thought that’d kill him! TM: Though it does seem like things are phasing him a bit more than normal, well, certain things any ways. Sam pushes off of the skull cowboy and rolls backwards right up to her feet, she stands there for a few moments as the skull cowboy starts to stir, once he shows signs of attempting to get back up to his feet, Sam charges towards the ropes, they sling shot her away from them as she barrels towards the masked cowboy, who is up to his feet, in a dazed state he turns around as Sam goes for the Karmic Kick, but the skull cowboy dodges it, wraps his massive hand around her throat and with one arm chokeslams Miss Kinloch right onto the canvas with a thunderous sound. The fans greet him with jeers to this, the cowboy merely stares out at them, his reaction to their jeers unknown due to his mask, and slowly his nothingness of eyes fall upon Swytch and Kennedy, Swytch looks rather indifferent at the larger man while Kennedy mockingly taps with her index finger an imaginary watch on her wrist, with his gaze at the moment distracted, he doesn’t even notice when Sam starts shuffling across the mat and towards her corner, the fans cheering happily as Kailey stands on the apron, her arm reaching out to inside the ring, looking and itching for that tag from her partner. As soon as he turns around the skull cowboy notices Sam only about a few feet away from her corner, not liking this one bit he races towards her, balling his hands together into one massive fist, he dives to club her in the back, but the little Wiccan who could leaps like a frog, smacking Kailey’s hand before tumbling out onto the apron as to a tremendous reaction Kailey enters the ring and the skull cowboy gets up to his feet, Kailey bolts towards the skull cowboy, only for the big man to snatch her up for a side walk slam, but Kailey flips right over his arm, landing on her feet behind him, she spins around and wraps her arm around the back of his neck as she grabs his closest arm with her far arm, placing her leg in front of his own and throws them back, hitting a Russian leg sweep on the big man! Looking like he is in a great deal of pain, the skull cowboy forces himself back up to his feet as Kailey kips up to her feet, but before Kailey can get anywhere the skull cowboy sprints towards her, eliminating the little bit of distance between them and nearly taking her head off with a lariat, the skull cowboy releases a grunt like exhale at the referee who quickly gets out of his way as he circles around Kailey’s fallen body, he tightly grabs two handfuls of Kailey’s hair before he whips himself back at a standing straight up position, yanking Kailey right off of the canvas hair first and back onto her feet, he quickly grabs her wrist and whips her into the ropes, Kailey’s slightly limp body charges towards the ropes before she bounces off of them and runs back towards the welcoming arms of the skull cowboy, sadly however for the cowboy though, once she was within arms reach, Kailey manages to avoid his attempts at offense and connects with the Kailey-Go-Round, the skull cowboy’s body bouncing over onto his back from the sheer impact his head took, Kailey simply falls on top of him as Tony drops to his knees, the corners of Swytch’s lips twisting and turning into a grin as Kennedy’s expression shows a bit of annoyance at seeing Kailey get the upper hand. TM: The skull cowboy is down! The skull cowboy is down! JH: Kailey hits the Kailey-Go-Round and is going for the cover, this could be it! [align=center]1![/align] TM: Getting a win over some one like the skull cowboy would certainly give Kailey momentum going into next week, shame that even if she does, Swytch is going to end it. JH: I don’t know about that, I think it’s possible we might just see Kailey score the win this week, and next week score it again! [align=center]2![/align] TM: Kailey? Dual Crown Champion? Pffft, like a woman could ever hold those titles. JH: I know you have a selective memory and all, but Kennedy did… [align=center]3~!!![/align] TM: Ah, but there is the difference, Kailey is a mere woman, Kennedy is a Goddess JH: While you were so busy proclaiming your love for Kennedy you missed the fact, that’s it! Kailey won it! She did it! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] MA: Your winners by pin fall…SSSSSSAAAAAAAMMMMM KIIIIINNNNNLLLLLOOCH! AND! KAAAAAAAAIIIIIILLLLLEEEEEEY LLLLLAAAAAAANNNNNNNE~!!! TM: Yeah, but don’t expect yourself to say Kailey’s name next week Anderson. JH: I don’t think he can hear you. ”Defy You” springs over the sound system as all the Michigan fans erupt into massive cheers for Kailey while she sits up, Tony Clarke raises her arm in victory as she gets up to her feet, her eyes focused on the walk way or to be more exact, Swytch and Kennedy. Kennedy glares at her former friend with venom while her mentor continues to grin at Kailey, slowly he lifts up his limp hands and starts applauding her, which only causes Kailey’s glare to become even more intense. As Kailey stares down Swytch and Kennedy, Kennedy hops off of Swytch’s lap and starts to head to the back, tugging on Swytch’s leash, which causes the Dual Crown Champion to follow after her. Mean while the skull cowboy sits up, nowhere near as eerie as he once could sit up, more looking dazed and confused as he starts to push himself up to his feet, but he never makes it to them as Sam races into the ring and hits the back of his knee cap with the tip of a steel chair, sending the big man back down. Sam bounces off of the ropes and greets the skull cowboy with a flying chair shot to the head, as soon as both of them land, Sam crawls up to her feet and walk over to him and starts pounding away on her ex’s servant with the steel chair as she seems to be trying to end his life, officials and security rushing into the ring to break it up as Kailey continues to glare at the walk way where Swytch and Kennedy had been. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] 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. JH: Here we go, the Ultimate Endurance Title on the line. TM: It’s not the DC but I’m sure Ragin’ will make do. 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. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a no disqualification match and takes place under Ultimate Endurance Rules! Introducing first, the challenger, accompanied to the ring by NATALYA VLADEK, from Bogorodskoye, Russia, weighing in at 277lbs, HE IS THE MASTER OF RAGE, RAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIIIIN!!! 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. JH: Ragin’ did what he came to do last week, he beat Remy Barteaux and that very action has put him here tonight. TM: Finally we’ll have a UEC to be proud of. JH: Don’t count your chickens before the -- TM: Four! Four chickens. JH: *sigh* “Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage silhouetted against the light that emanates from the entranceway behind him, his freshly polished UEC belt strapped around his waist. Beside him, the beautiful profile of his lady love, April Lynn. TM: Cherish that title while you can Cajun. [align=center]“Coming around my senses torn Its no illusion its here everyday I bleed As long as you see it as long as you know As long as you fake it nobody knows”[/align] [align=center]“Breeeeeeak dooooown again, I’m suffering My heeeeeeads ooooout of sync, and I can’t hide the pain”[/align] He sets off along the raised walkway, proudly tapping the plate of his title belt, focused entirely on the ring as the stunning April walks along a few steps behind him. Her eyes pick out Natalya and narrow at the sight of her smirking mug. MA: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by APRIL LYYYNN, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 225lbs, he is your ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPIOOOON, REMY, BARTOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!! As they reach the ropes, he sits on the middle cable and allows April to duck through before following her in and sprinting across to the opposite side and running up one of the farthest turnbuckles. He raises his arms to the sky to a sea of flashbulbs and a chorus of cheers, before dropping back down into the ring where he removes his title belt, kisses it au revoir and hands it off to April, whom he also bids farewell with a tender kiss she exits on the opposite side to Natalya. JH: With no disqualification, you know that April and Natalya are going to be factors in this match here tonight. TM: They’re going to be factors in my dreams tonight. Big factors. JH: Please stop. Logan Black does the usual explaining of the rules, and lack thereof, to both competitors as they pretty much ignore him and bore into each other with their eye lasers of doom. Black steps back and signals for the bell… DING, DING!! Somewhere between DING and DING Remy broke free of his corner and charged across the ring, barrelling the man who would be champ back into the turnbuckles. The Cajun rages with fist and forearms, each finding their mark, each smacking off temples and cheeks and jaws as Ragin’ tries to raise his arms to defend himself. JH: Remy is vicious tonight. TM: He’s scared. He knows that that man there could so easily take his title from him, and he’s going to do anything he can to stop that. JH: You may be right. Ragin’ finally manages to pry the champion off and push him off, staggering him backwards several feet, but he barely has time to recover before Remy comes charging back in with a full body splash that sandwiches the Russian back into the corner! Remy steps off and allows Ragin’ to falter forward, before wrapping up his head and running him into the centre of the ring, dropping him face first into the canvas with a rare Bulldog! But the Cajun keeps the hold, locking the Master of Rage into a Headlock and grinding away on his nogin. JH: Nice move from Remy, Bulldog into the Headlock, no doubt looking to put pressure on the head of Ragin’ for a possible knock out victory. TM: Right, like he’s planned that far ahead. I think he’s just desperate, trying for a submission win as quickly as possible. Logan is in Ragin’s face but there ain’t no way the former World Champion is tapping to a poncy headlock two minutes into the match. Remy knows this, and so releases the hold and hops to his feet. He heads for the corner and runs up to the second ‘buckle in one swift motion, capping it off by leaping backwards and DRIVING the point of his elbow into the back of Ragin’s head! Ragin’s hands fly up to cradle his cranium as he flops over onto his stomach, but Remy ain’t finished! He clambers back to his feet and glances over his shoulder, noting his opponent’s position before he turns back and runs for the ropes. He hops up onto the middle cable and comes flipping off with a Moonsault to -- the canvas! Ragin’ rolls to the side and Remy lands on nothing but his gut! JH: Remy looking for one of those impressive Moonsualts he showcased so much last week, but Ragin’ cuts his adrenaline fuelled advantage dead with one simply roll to his right. TM: Ragin’s saw enough of those Moonsaults last week to know when they’re coming. Remy’s gonna have to pull something new out of his ass if he wants to keep his title. Remy bounces over onto his back from the impact but has little time to recover as Ragin’ has already used the ropes to drag himself to his feet. He darts in and throws himself elbow first onto Remy’s gut, FORCING even more air from his sternum before leaping back to his feet and laying in a set of STIFF boots to the Cajun’s rib cage! Remy’s arms move instinctively to cover himself but find themselves at the mercy of the Russian’s boot as well. He tries to roll aside but Ragin’ reaches down and entangles his fist into the champions long flowing hair and DRAGS him to his feet. He sticks a boot into Remy’s gut and whips him across the ring and into a far corner, following him closely all the way and DRIVING a knee into the Cajun’s gut as he impacts into the turnbuckle. With Remy well and truly winded and the ropes being the only thing keeping him on his feet, Ragin’ signals something to Natayla. JH: What’s she…oh, here we go. Natayla sliding a steel chair across the canvas to her man. TM: Let the games begin! Ragin’ shoots his woman a thankful wink as he stoops to pick up the chair. He raises it up, and brings it CRASHING down…onto the top turnbuckle as Remy rolls out of the corner! The reverberation stings the Russian’s hands as he turns, but Remy’s already up, and he leaps into the air and DROPKICKS THE CHAIR BACK INTO RAGIN’S FACE!!! TM: Dammit! Slippery little thief! Ragin’ falls back into the corner, the chair dropping helplessly to the canvas as Remy drops to his knees and clutches at his gut, taking these few moments to replenish the air that was forced from his lungs. JH: Ragin’ took a lot out of Remy’s gut with that onslaught. Like his right arm was last week, that gut could become a target for the Master or Rage. As Natalya slams the apron on one side and April on the other, it’s not surprisingly Remy who comes back to life first, seeing as he’s the one who wasn’t just cracked in the face with a chair. Speaking of which, Remy scoops it up and unfolds it, placing it a few feet in front of the groggy Ragin’ with it’s back off to the side and out of the way. The Cajun wanders back across the ring and turns, sizing up the situation, before sprinting back, stepping off the chair and leaping onto Ragin’! He wraps his legs around the Russian’s head and whips him back, SPIKING him THROUGH THE CHAIR with a Hurricanrana! JH: Beautiful move from Remy! Remy pops up and leans on the ropes as Logan checks on Ragin’, his head still resting on steel, and begins his count. [align=center]One! Two! Three![/align] TM: He’s not done yet, he’s just taking a rest. He could get up anytime. JH: Well we’ll see. He’s taken that chair to his head twice now, that’s more then enough to put any normal man down. TM: Anyone who rises to the levels he has in FIW is far from normal. JH: Granted. [align=center]Four! Five![/align] Ragin’ begins to stir, Logan Black’s deep booming count bringing him back from the dead, and he begins to pull himself up to a sitting position. By the time the count reaches six, however, Remy has moved in, taken him by the head and is dragging him up to verticality. He fires a few shots to the Russian’s head and lays a boot to his gut, before taking him by the wrist and shooting him into a nearby corner -- No! Ragin’ counters and it’s the Cajun that is sent careering toward the turnbuckle! No impact though as he hops up onto the middle ‘buckle, up to the top, and he flips off with a Moonsault to Ragin’! NO! From out of nowhere Ragin’ scoops up that already twisted steel chair and SMACKS it across the incoming, upside down torso of the champ! TM: HA! What I tell ya? Those stupid ass Moonsaults of his ain’t gonna work! JH: Once again Ragin’ going back to that gut, winding the champion and buying himself some valuable time. Remy crashes into the canvas holding his gut and flopping around like a fish on the deck, as Ragin’ staggers backwards into the ropes and takes a few moments to swat the birdies away from his head. With them gone, he ducks through the ropes and steps out onto the apron. He drops to the floor and lifts up the ring skirt as he searches for some toys. TM: Oh here we go! After a few moments of rummaging he drags out a garbage can filled with various goodies which he tosses over the top rope. It lands just beside Remy, alerting him to what’s going on and prompting him to get his ass up. As he does so, he notices a ladder come sliding in under the bottom rope, courtesy of the Master of Rage. He slides in after and pops to his feet, just in time to see Remy charging towards him with the trash can lid! But Ragin’ feints to the side and catches the Cajun in a Sidewalk slam position, before spinning round and DUMPING HIM BACK FIRST ONTO THE LADDER!!! JH: Ho-ly crap! Sidewalk Slam onto the ladder! Such a simple move, but when it’s onto steel it hurts SO much more. TM: No shit Sherlock. Remy’s spine arches in pain as the rungs tattoo red marks into his bare back, and Ragin’ wastes no time in dropping a STIFF elbow down into his sternum, forcing him back into the steel! Remy tries to roll away but the Russian has him! He drags him up to his feet, scoops him off them and SLAMS HIM BACK DOWN ACROSS THE LADDER!! TM: Scoop Slam to the ladder! Awesome! Remy is writhing in pain now as Ragin’ heads to the trash can to search for goodies. He digs through it, pulling out a pool cue, a stop sign, a baking tray, a cuddly toy and a host of other crap as he empties the bin and brings it over to the downed Remy. He raises it over his head and SLAMS it down across the champion’s gut! Remy rolls limply off the ladder and Ragin’ orders Logan to begin his count as he retrieves the stop sign, gets down on one knee and leans on it as he awaits the results of his labour. [align=center]One! Two! Three![/align] April slams her fist onto the apron, imploring Remy to get his ass up. Natalya watches on with a smug smirk on her face at Ms. Lynn’s vain attempts to motivate her man. [align=center]Four! Five![/align] Remy’s eyes blink open and dart around, the feint sound of April calling out to him from across the ring rousing him from his sleep. [align=center]Six! Seven![/align] She’s shouting something at him, he can’t quite here it. What is it? It sounds like…move. His eyes snap open as the realisation dawns on him and he rolls to the side, a split second before a stop sign comes slamming down into the canvas where his head used to be! Logan ceases his count as Remy rolls up to a knee, his head lolling slightly and his almost glazed eyes picking out the blurry visage of a sign wielding Ragin’. JH: That was a close one. TM: If it weren’t for April he’d be squished by now, and we’d have a new champion. Ragin’ comes barrelling in, swinging his sign but Remy refuses to “stop”. He rolls under Ragin’s swing and pops up behind him, snatching up the discarded pool cue as he goes. He spins round, just in time to see the raging Russian charging back toward him, weapon held high above his head. He brings it down and THWACK! It connects…with Remy’s pool cue as he holds it up to block! JH: Nice block from Remy. Both men jockey for position in an unorthodox test of strength, but it’s Ragin’ that comes out on top as he fires a boot into the gut of his opponent. Remy doubles over, his cue slipping from his grasp slightly and giving the former World Champion a perfect shot as he CRACKS the big red sign over Remy’s back! TM: Awesome! That sign got folded in two over Remy’s back! That’ll STOP him, HA! I’m funny. Remy is dropped to his knees, and Ragin’ circles him with a twisted smirk on his lips. He moves around behind him, snatching up a clump of his dirty blonde locks and yanking him back to his feet. He pulls him into a reverse chancery and, still clinging onto the stop sign, heaves him up into a Reverse Vertical Suplex. He holds him there, holding the stop sign close against Remy’s back, before SLAMMING HIM DOWN ON THE STOP SIGN, ONTO HIS RAISED KNEE!!! TM: BACKBREAKER SUPLEX ONTO THE SIGN!!! JH: Again working that mid section of Remy! Ragin’s a freakin’ beast in there, but he’s a calculating one. He lets Remy flop to the canvas and indicates for Logan to begin his count… [align=center]One! Two![/align] …While Ragin’ stalks around the ring with his eyes set on April Lynn. JH: Hey, what’s he doing now? April’s done nothing but cheer Remy on so far. TM: He said he was going to play with Remy AND April. So far Remy’s had all the fun, hehe. JH: Nothing that man has in mind can be legally described as fun. [align=center]Three! Four! Five![/align] April stands her ground as Ragin’ stoops to pick up the lid of the trash can and slowly stalks his way toward her. So engrossed in his own fun is the Master of Rage that he fails to notice Logan’s count trial off around the six/seven mark, nor does he hear the raised cheering from the crowd, or even the warning shouts from his valet, Natalya. What he does hear though, is the THWACK of wood against skull as Remy SWINGS A POOL CUE INTO HIS TEMPLE!!! TM: Hit a man from behind, that’s brave. JH: All’s fair, Moore. Ragin’ goes down to his knees, his hands cradling his head as Remy cockily stands over him, spinning the cue like some sort of baton, but his cocky little show is halted as he notices April flailing and shouting at ringside. He can’t quite figure out that she’s trying to tell him to turn around and smack that Russian bitch that’s sneaking up on you before she raises her forearm into your nads, so with a huff April decides to take matters into her own hands. She climbs up onto the apron and motions for Remy to duck. Confused, he does so and reveals to April a clear shot at an even more confused Natayla, standing by to give us her unique rendition of the Nutcracker. April springs up to the top rope and comes spinning off, AND HITS NATAYLA WITH THE APRIL SHOWERS!!! JH: Somersault Seated Senton! Natalya gets taken out by April Lynn! TM: NO! How dare she interfere! JH: I believe Natayla interfered first. TM: Oh you believe in underpants gnomes, you’re opinion doesn’t count! Remy, finally realising that April just saved his ass (or at least his testes) helps her to her feet and thanks her. She nods and proceeds to drag the trash to the curb and kick it back out of the ring, and turns back to see Ragin’ rising to his feet and swinging the trash can lid RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF REMY’S HEAD!!! TM: Ohhhh, now they’ve done it. Remy drops and the Master of Rage is seething with, well, rage as he marches across the ring to April. With her back to the ropes she has no where to run, so she flicks up her feet and KICKS THE LID BACK INTO RAGIN’S FACE WITH A BICYCLE KICK!! Ragin’ falters, back into Remy’s arms as the Cajun spins him round and starts peppering his face with rights and lefts as April safely exits the ring. TM: Oh great, now it’s a freaking handicap match. JH: April’s just standing up for herself. If he’s going to drag her into this match then she’s not going to just stand there and take it. Both men fight back and forth, swinging rights and lefts at each other’s jaws before Remy, being the slippery thief that he is, ducks a right from Ragin’ and pops up behind him. He fires a quick forearm into the back of the challenger’s head before spinning him around and whipping him into a nearby corner -- NO! Ragin’ counters and it’s Remy that goes hurtling toward the turnbuckles -- NO! He hops up onto the second buckle and…gets himself squashed into the corner by an incoming Russian Express!! TM: Ragin’s seen Remy hop up into the corner like that too many times to not see it coming, now that filthy Cajun is all hung up to dry. Remy finds himself winded and slumped over the top of the turnbuckle, his legs hanging over the second rope as Ragin’ turns…and heads for the ladder. TM: Oh goody! He hoists it up and carries it over to the Cajun, and leans it against his back, propping it up against him and stabilising it before stepping back across the ring. JH: I don’t like where this is going. TM: I do! He sizes things up, charges in AND THROWS HIMSELF ONTO THE LADDER, SQUASHING REMY INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! The crowd are going nuts as Ragin’ drops to the canvas. He pulls the ladder away and it clatters to the canvas to reveal a writhing Remy Barteaux, red rung marks tattooed across his back as the Master of Rage ducks under and positions himself between the Cajun’s legs. He stands to full height and steps out of the corner, Remy perched precariously on his shoulders in the age old Electric Chair position, but somehow he finds the strength to fight back! He fires rights and lefts into the Russian’s head, before leaning back, and dragging him down SPIKING HIM BACK INTO THE LADDER WITH A REVERSE HURRICANRANA!!! JH: Both men are down! TM: Get up, dammit! Both Ragin’s and Remy are down on the canvas and Logan is wondering what exactly he should be doing at this point. Luckily for him, both men begin to stir. Remy rolls to the apron and lets himself drop to the mats below, propping himself up against the ring apron as he gathers his bearings. In the ring, Ragin’ has pulled himself into the ropes and is leaning over the bottom one, also trying to shake the cobwebs loose. JH: This has been an intense match up. Remy fighting for his title, Ragin’ just looking to mess up the Cajun’s pretty face and maybe pick up a title on his way to the Dual Crown. Remy comes to his senses and glances back into the ring, sneering at his new nemesis before looking around for something else to hurt him with. He spots something out of the corner of his eye and heads for the corner of the ring, where he clumsily wrenches free the top layer of the ring steps! JH: Oh, once again, dear. He hauls them up and slides the steps inside, following in after. He pulls himself to his feet and looks up to find Ragin’ finding his. Both men on opposite sides of the ring, both staring each other out. There’s a moment of pause…before Remy scoops up the steps and charges across the ring! But Ragin’s side steps! DROP TOE HOLD! REMY DROPS FACE FIRST INTO THE STEPS!!! TM: HA! Genius! Remy is knocked for six and Ragin’ reaches down and grabs him by the scruff of the neck. He tosses him aside and turns back to retrieve the steps. He pulls them toward ring centre and sets them up all nicely like, and once he’s satisfied, he turns to retrieve Remy…only to have his head taken off by a LARIAT…FROM DANTE COLES!! JH: Where the hell did he come from!!?? The very same question Ragin’s asking himself as he stares through the glaze at the former UEC. He doesn’t get an answer though as Dante reaches down drags his carcass up, stepping up onto the steps as he lays a few well placed forearms to the back of the Master of Rage. He shoves his head between his legs and hooks him up, before SPIKING HIS HEAD INTO THE STEEL STEPS WITH A FUCKED UP PEDIGREE!!! JH: THE THRILL RIDE!! Dante just hit the THRILL RIDE on Ragin’! Onto the STEEL FREAKIN’ STEPS!!! TM: What the hell!? Dante tosses the limp form of Ragin’ to the canvas and steps off, motioning to Logan to start his count. As he steps from the ring, Remy pushes himself up onto all fours and suddenly realises there’s a third man about. [align=center]One! Two! Three![/align] Remy scrambles to his feet and charges at the ropes, swinging and missing as Dante backs up the walkway, a smarmy grin on his face as he watches the Cajun rage from a distance. [align=center]Four! Five! Six![/align] TM: I don’t see what he’s so bent out of shape about, Dante just won him this match. JH: Dante had no place being out here, no place interfering! TM: It was his title! JH: WAS being the key word. This match was between Ragin’ and Remy. [align=center]Seven! Eight[/align] It’s only around this time that Remy realises that Logan’s counting. He turns to see Ragin’ out cold on the canvas. He looks to Logan, to Dante, to a bemused April at ring side and back to Ragin’. [align=center]Nine! TEN!!![/align] DING, DING, DING!!! JH: That’s it! Remy retains! TM: Thanks to Dante. “Shatter” blares through the speakers and a beaten, breathless and bemused Remy Barteaux snatches his UEC title belt from Logan Black as he turns to stare out the man that helped him to victory, Dante Coles, who smiles back from his vantage point on the stage. He claps slowly as the fans cheer their favourite anti-hero, but the Cajun seems far from celebratory. MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPIOOOOON, REMY, BARTOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!! April joins him in the ring as Natalya, suffering from her own injuries, slides in to check on her man. But Remy’s eyes are locked, on Dante Coles. JH: Ladies and gentlemen, that's all the time we have tonight. Remy Barteaux is still the Ultimate Endurance Champion, after puzzling interference by Dante Coles! I don't think Ragin' cared about becoming the Ultimate Endurance Champion, but I can guarantee that he WON'T be happy about this outcome. TM: I'm sure we'll hear about it next week. But also next week is the Dual Crown Championship on the line! Swytch vs. Kailey Lane. You wouldn't dare miss it! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: International Superstar Challenge Loon 2.5 def. the Luchadore via pinfall Carl Lucas def. Alex Evans via pinfall Fighting Spirit Championship Onikage def. Graver when Graver intentionally got counted-out, allowing himself to retain the championship Handicap Match Kailey Lane & Sam Kinloch def. the skull cowboy when Kailey pinned him Ultimate Endurance Championship Remy Barteaux def. Ragin' via knock-out after Dante Coles interference |
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