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Tuesday Night Throwdown; July 18, 2006
Topic Started: Jul 19 2006, 12:18 AM (183 Views)
Lita Maivia
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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]Posted Image[/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 Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana LIVE for Tuesday Night Throwdown! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner, Thomas Moore!

TM: And tonight we've got gold on the line! Dual Crown Championship in the main-event with Swytch defending against Kailey Lane! And Graver putting the Fighting Spirit Championship on the line in a Hardcore Rules match against the Straight Edge Savior, Onikage!

JH: But once again we find ourselves ready for Loon taking on one of Smarty Smark’s challengers.

TM: This time I got a feeling, a gut feeling that he’ll beat that idiot.

JH: I seriously doubt that but no matter, we’ll find out in a few moments.

TM: Yes, we will.


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! LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN TWOOOOOOOO POOOOOOINNNNNNT FFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIVEEEEE~!!!


TM: And he’s going to be a dead Loon with the surprise Smarty has for him.

JH: You know some thing, don’t you?

TM: Maaaaaaaaaaybe.

JH: Well whatever it is, I suppose we’ll find out in a moment.


”Drugs” the instrumental version by Lil’ Kim starts blasting over the P.A. system as the lights turn a golden tint and the fans start to already jeer, images of Smarty Smark and PBM are shown on the TNT’Tron. From behind the black curtain out steps Smarty Smark, who is grinning ear from ear as Paper Bag Man walks out behind him, but no one else besides these two. Loon and the fans look on in confusion as the two walk down the ramp way, stopping right in front of the ropes, the two look at each other for a moment and then back at Loon. Suddenly Paper Bag Man grabs hold of the top rope and leaps right over it, rolling through the landing and springing right up to his feet, lifting his hands up over his head to confusion from the fans.


MA: And introducing his opponent…He hails from New York City, New York and weighs in at one hundred pounds and stands at five feet tall…HE! IS! PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPERRRRRRRRRR BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG MMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN~!!!


JH: What in the world is going on here?!

TM: Ha ah! That’s right Loon, that’s right! Smarty is using his secret weapon!

JH: A man that is a whole foot shorter than Loon and nearly a hundred pounds lighter?

TM: Don’t let his build fool you, Paper Bag Man is a dangerous animal!


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


Loon tilts his head to the side as he looks down at PBM, mouthing the words “Are you kidding me?” as he looks out towards the fans, he shrugs his shoulders lightly and turns back to face PBM, only to find Paper Bag Man charging at him and jumping to the air, taking Loon off of his feet with a missile dropkick! Paper Bag Man kips up to his feet as Loon scrambles up to his and jumps, hitting a spinning wheel kick to Loon and taking him down once more, both men hurry up to their feet this time. In the end Loon beats PBM up to his feet and nearly turns him inside out with a lariat, causing Paper Bag Man to twirl and flip through the air from the sheer impact of the move. He drops down to his knees and rolls PBM over, hooking the leg as Smarty Smark slides under the bottom rope and starts scrambling towards them.


[align=center]1![/align]


TM: Stop him Smarty, stop him!

JH: Loon has this in the bag!


[align=center]2![/align]


TM: Crap! Do some thing! Ninja! Ninja get out here!

JH: It’s all over!


[align=center]3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
[/align]


MA: Here is your winner by pin fall…LLLLLLLLOOOOOO-

Loon snatches the micro phone away from Anderson as Smarty tries to stop dead in his tracks, but it is too late as the loony one grabs hold of him, stopping him from getting away.

Loon: Smarty! I have a bone to pick with you!

The fans cheer loudly, perhaps hoping to see Loon clock him as Smarty pleads with Loon to let him go unharmed.

Loon: I’ve been doing this for four weeks now and I think I’ve had about enough of it. Now you either allow me my title match against Extreme Ninja #2 at Dangerous Liaisons or I’m going to beat you into a pulp!

Loon leans the micro phone towards Smarty who is nearly on the verge of tears.

Smarty Smark: Okay! Okay! You can have your match! You can have any thing you want, but please, please spare me!

Loon: Alright, fine, I wouldn’t want to dirty my hands any ways.

Smarty Smark: Oh, and Loon?

Loon: Yeah?

Suddenly Smarty Smark’s face becomes a deathly mix of serious and anger.

Smarty Smark: Look behind you dumb ass.

Loon blinks and before he can even turn around he is hit on the back of his head with a steel chair from Paper Bag Man! Smarty Smark and PBM start laying in the boots to Loon as the fans jeer, the referee tries to stop them but Smarty merely shoves the referee out of the way. Paper Bag Man bends over and picks up the fallen micro phone, handing it to Smarty.

Smarty Smark: And come Dangerous Liaisons, all your bases will belong to the firm of Smarty Smark and Smark…BITCH!

With the last word Smarty gives one last swift kick to Loon’s ribs before “Drugs” starts playing once again over the P.A. system, Smarty and PBM exit the ring and start heading back up the walk way, grinning and laughing.

JH: This is horrible! Smarty Smark and PBM just laid out Loon!

TM: Ha! He finally got what he deserved!

JH: Well we’ll see how funny it is when Loon takes away the Cruiserweight Championship of the World from Ninja!

TM: Bite your tongue! That championship isn’t going any where!

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

JH: Ladies and gentlemen, before the scheduled Extreme Ninja #2 verse Alex Evans match gets under way, I’m being told by Artie, the head of our production crew, we have some footage to show.

TM: What it is of, naked women?

JH: No, apparently it is some confrontation that went on earlier today.

TM: Aw, I wish it was hot Kailey on Kennedy on April action.

The camera cuts to footage of the backstage area, a little box in the bottom right corner reads “Recorded Earlier Today”, it appears whoever is filming this is filming it near the entrance to the parking lot. Suddenly far down the hall way Smarty Smark turns the corner, he is wearing his standard nerdy attire, but now with a cell phone being held in his hand. As he grows closer to the camera it manages to pick up the fact that his cell phone appears to be designed to look like one of Batman’s bat-a-rangs, he grins as he nods his head.

Smarty Smark: Yeah, the business deal went off without a hitch, those guys didn’t even suspect a thing, heck; they didn’t even speak English, like taking candy from a babe. So with the matches our clients have this week, I should be back in time for Rescue Me. Oi! Don’t delete it off of my Tivo noob! Just because you are my in office assistant doesn’t mean you get to do shit I wouldn’t even allow Paper Bag Man to do.

As he continues his conversation and grows ever closer to the doors, Smarty doesn’t even notice when one of the doors opens and in steps Alex Evans, in his street clothes and carrying his bags. Evans takes a few steps forward until he notices Smarty’s presence not too far ahead of him, he glares at his former manager as Smarty looks up grinning, slowly the grin fades.

Smarty Smark: Oh shit…gotta call you back.

He hangs up the phone and stands there for a few moments, both Alex and him looking around, no Ninja, no Graver and no PBM in sight; a grin spreads across Alex’s face. Suddenly Smarty turns around and starts running down the hall way as fast as his chubby little legs will carry him.

Alex Evans: Where do you think you’re going Porky?!

Mister High Spot chases after him, and Smarty looks back, realizing this, he starts throwing all the production equipment near by in Alex’s way, slowing him down. Eventually he just has too much stuff in his way to continue on, he continues to glare after Smarty as Smarty Smark continues to sprint down the hall way.

Alex Evans: Don’t worry Smarty; I’ll get you later tonight! Bank on it!

Alex slams his fist against one of the production boxes, he then realizes he just slammed his fist hard against steel, shaking it out as his face contorts into a painful expression.

Alex Evans: Fuck!

The camera cuts back to the ringside area as the match is only seconds away.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is for ONE fall and is a non-title match! Itnroducing first, being accompanied to the ring by the Managerial Firm of Smarty Smark… … he is your FIW Cruiserweight Champion… EEEEXTREEEEEEEEME… NINJAAAAAA… NUMMMMBEERRRR TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

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 and steps out of the ring.

JH: That has to cost Madison, like, a million dollars a night.

TM: Isn’t it worth it, though, Jonathan? Looking at Ninja in all his glory and of course Smarty and Paper Bag Man.

The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers…

[align=center]Your Own Personal Jesus[/align]

MA: And his opponent… from King’s Beach, California… ALLEEEEXXX… EVVVVAAAAAAAANNNNS!!!

…Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring…

[align=center]Lift Up The Receiver
I'll Make You A Believer!
[/align]

…Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans,. Boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and BLASTS NINJA IN THE HEAD WITH A RUNNING LARIAT!

JH: BLOODY HELL! The bell hasn’t even rung yet!

Ding ding ding!

TM: Happy now, Hitchen?

Ninja pops back up as quickly as he can, but Alex pivots in place and sails into a dropsault. Ninja raises his sign to block, but the force of the kick still takes him down.

JH: Alex Evans is mounting some strong offense…

TM: Nothing the Ninja can’t fight through! He’s supertaculent!

JH: Stop talking.

Alex approaches Ninja and grabs him by the leg, so Ninja shoots his other leg up and wraps it around Alex’s head, using the leverage to push his leg out of the grapple and also around the head of Mr. High Spot. Ninja forces his body off the mat and uses all his strength to pull Alex over in a slow hurricanrana!

TM: Ha! See? What’d I tell you?

JH: Certainly an impressive counter from Extreme Ninja #2, but Alex Evans is right back up. He’s got a lot of determination tonight, eh Thomas?

TM: Bah! That and a buck fifty’ll get you a cup of coffee at Denny’s.

Alex and Ninja stand on even ground for the first time in this match, and EXPLODE into a tie-up. Alex quickly takes the upper hand, bending Ninja backward, but the Ninja is far too smart. He drops to the mat, pushes his feet into Alex’s waist, and FLIPS him overhead, monkey-style!

JH: Judo monkey flip, smart tactic from Ninja.

TM: Don’t you know it! I bet Smarty Smark taught him that move!

JH: Oh, right. I’m so sure Smarty could roll on his back like that. He’s a fucking turtle, save his shell is made of fats.

Alex rolls out of the monkey flip after landing on his back, and would probably fall back down were it not for the ropes to catch him. Ninja takes advantage and runs at him, hopping up and turning in one motion, grabbing Alex by the head, and LEAPING forward into a sort of springboard stunner. Alex’s jaw jacks against Ninja’s shoulder, and Ninja scrambles for his sign, quickly scribbling “FLIES AND STINGS LIKE A BEEE!”

JH: Interesting I Can Fly And Sting Like A Bee variant from Extreme Ninja. What’s the extra E for on his sign, I wonder?

TM: Excellent.

JH: Of course.

Ninja quickly slides his sign into the corner, pulling Alex to his feet with some small effort and shooting him toward the ropes--NO! Alex reverses the hammer throw and maintains the wrist hold on Ninja before pulling him back! Alex pushes off Ninja’s shoulders to get some air and SMASHES him in the face with a flapjack dropkick!

JH: Ninja’s been laid out by Alex Evans with a lot more ground-based moves tonight.

TM: Maybe Alex’s so dumb he forgot how to fly? Not that he was ever very good at it anyhow.

JH: I can’t take anything away from Alex’s skill. I don’t know a lot of superstars that can move around the ring like that. It takes incredible acrobatic and athletic talent to perform those kind of moves night-in and night-out.

TM: What’s that? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. I’m too busy watching this match.

Alex leaps into the air over Ninja’s body, driving a knee towards him, and hits home on Ninja’s sternum!

JH: What a hellacious knee… and Alex is going for another one!

He jumps and SQUASHES Ninja with the falling knee! Alex gets up for a third, jumps, and TASTES CANVAS!!

TM: Third time’s the charm! Doesn’t this idiot know that?

JH: I’m sure all he knows right now is the excruciating pain in his patella.

TM: Well good. Maybe he’ll pull a Mark Henry and GTFO.

Alex rolls on the floor and Ninja seems to be sorta out of it, so referee Michaela Menendez begins her ten count.

[align=center]ONE![/align]

[align=center]TWO![/align]

[align=center]THREE![/align]

JH: Looks like Evans really messed up his knee, there. If he’s not careful, Ninja might target it through the rest of the match.

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

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

TM: If? Alex is sky-high and fucked. Ninja’s a MASTER at this kind of thing. Winning, that is.

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

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

Alex turns over onto his stomach.

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

He pushes himself up, mostly with his arms, and hobbles over to Ninja, moving to slide over him for the pin… BUT WAIT! Extreme Ninja grabs Alex by the arm as he makes the dive, and uses his own momentum to pull him over with a STUNNING arm drag!

TM: YES! Go Ninja, go Ninja, go!

Alex BOUNCES off the mat and into a standing position, favoring his arm and his spine. Ninja runs toward him, but Alex turns his head in time to see it and DIVES over the top rope, pulling it as he goes down into a LOW BRIDGE that sends Ninja FLYING out of the ring!

JH: Surprisingly smart tactics by Alex Evans, thinking through the pain to pull Ninja off his game!

Alex skins the cat to get back in, but as he does he NAILS the approaching Michaela with his boos! Alex drops to the mat and sees her splayed out, covering his open mouth with one hand. Then his face gets ultra-wicked and he sneaks out of the ring to throw up the apron.

TM: I don’t believe it! That asshole’s turning this into a hardcore match! What is this, Slam!?

Alex pulls a table out from under the ring and slides it under the bottom rope. He looks over to where Ninja is being tended to by Smarty and PBM, then re-enters the ring and sets up the table in the centre.

JH: I can’t say I like what he’s up to either, Thomas… but you know the old adage. When the referee’s out, everything’s legal.

Ninja finally makes his way back into the ring, intercepted by a series of boots from Alex. Mr. High Spot pulls Ninja to his feet and proceeds to nail a series of three strong elbows.

JH: Ninja’s getting dizzied by this assault! It looks like Alex really wants to end the match.

TM: He wants to use that goddamn table! And Michaela isn’t gonna be out forever!

Alex NAILS a short-arm lariat, keeps hold of Ninja’s arm, and hauls him onto the table. He quickly kips up onto the top rope and turns to the fans shouting “HOW’S THIS FOR FLIPPY FLOPPY!” which receives several cheers for Eugene. He then FLIES off the top with a corkscrew 630 senton that MURDERS the table… BUT NOT THE NINJA!!!

TM: YES! HA-HA! Take THAT, Mr. Spot Monkey! Eat wood chips!

JH: Alex took the risk going to the top and through a table, and he paid for it! This is Ninja’s perfect opportunity to capitalize!

Unfortunately the Ninja seems overly concerned with kicking the remnants of the table to the outside. Alex starts to rise, facing away from Ninja and staggering helplessly. The Ninja sees his opportunity and picks up his sign, scribbling something that vaguely looks like “STEPN U!“ and runs toward Alex, springing off the back of Alex’s calf and NAILING HIM WITH A SHINING STOMP!

TM: I STEP ON YOU!! TAKE THAT, ALEX! GAHAHAHEEHEEHEE!

Ninja rolls him over and waits for the count… but it doesn’t come!

TM: Oh THIS is BULLSHIT!

Ninja grabs Michaela’s hand and slaps it against the mat, “one two three”. She feels this and rouses, sees what’s going on, and quickly slides around to count…

[align=center]ONE!




TWO!!



THREE!!!







NO! ALEX GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!!








BUT IT’S TOO LATE!!! MICHAELA CALLS FOR THE BELL!!![/align]

MA: Your winner… by pinfall… THE EXTREEEEEEEEEME… NIIIIIIIIIIINJAAAAAAA!!!!

The TNT camera cuts away from the action to a rather standard gray and tan backstage hallway. The overhead lights make a soft hum as the clicking sound of someone’s shoes is heard walking quickly in the distance. It would appear that we are in the FIW wrestlers’ locker room area as many doors have plates on them, each having a different wrestler’s name. Before long, TNT’s Southern Lady, the woman who in just an hour or so will face Swytch for the Dual Crown Championship, walks into view with her bag slung over her shoulder.

With the match still some time away, Kailey Lane is still in her street clothes though already she seems a bit zoned out, her mind wrapped around the meeting with the painted man that awaits her. She strides down the tiled floor passing quite a few notable wrestlers’ locker rooms and, as she does so, the lights flicker a bit. Lost in thought, she doesn't take much notice of it even as the lights begin to blink on and off more and more rapidly, causing some of the individual lights in the hallway to remain unlit altogether. Finally Kailey is drawn out of her thoughts and glances over her shoulder only to find that one by one, the lights are going out behind her like dominos. She turns, intending on quickening her pace, but it is already too late. The lights over her and in front of her go out, pitching her into total darkness.

And that darkness is the only thing the camera picks up aside from Kailey’s breathing until a faint glow is seen turning, presumably from around a corner, into the hallway behind the Southern belle. Her breathing starts to calm itself a bit as she acclimates to the blackness, unaware of this glowing object floating along in the air moving towards her. Suddenly, a light farther down the hall makes a feeble attempt to come back on and startles Kailey who sucks in a quick breath. The odd flickering of the fixture as it tries to reconnect bathes Kailey in a freakish glow as she stands stiff and frozen as ice itself, an unaccomstomed fear holding her in place. Her chest heaves with each breath and her heart races as she fights the urge to look over her shoulder.

Within the darkness behind her, a figure is suddenly seen at her back, its taller frame seeming to dwarf Kailey in the eerie light. But it isn’t this being’s mere presence that has Kailey so shaken, it is the fact that an arm has reached out from the void, so quickly and quietly that Kailey didn't even notice until she tried to breathe, and wrapped itself around her waist. The arm is ever so lightly pulling Kailey backwards into the black with its owner, causing shadows to run across parts of Kailey’s body while still keeping the arm unrecognizable. Unable to keep from it, Kailey's blue eyes drift away from staring ahead and attempt to peer into the darkness over her shoulder to see who holds her so delicately, though she feels she already knows the answer to that question.


Enigma: Hello, Kailey Lane.

A puzzled and honestly surprised expression mixes across Kailey’s face, the voice obviously belonging to a male, but by the look of her reaction, it is not familiar in the least to her. In the moment this fact takes to set in, a shiver gently runs down her spine as she continues to peer over her shoulder.

Kailey: Hello…Enigma....

A chuckle rings out from behind her, the kind that normally only comes along with a smirk or a dastardly grin, but who knows with this man.

Enigma: Good, good, you are aware of who I am, I do so hate introductions.

Kailey: Actually, if you wanted to get technical, I don’t know who you are... though I am familiar with this alias of yours.

This time a much more softer and bemused chuckle slithers out of the darkness.

Enigma: Ah, yes, that wit of yours never fails, does it? Though if you wanted to be truly technical, you do know who I am, you’ve simply not connected the dots.

Kailey’s eyes narrow slightly and her fear begins to ebb. Her mind grabs ahold of reality and she begins to think of ways to deal with this man should he get any ideas though her body remains still, allowing him to talk. She stays in the uncomfortable position of craning her neck to look over her own shoulder even if she can't see a thing.

Kailey: I didn't realize this was a game for children. Still, I will figure it out, believe me, though you are quite the careful person when it comes to leaving clues.

Enigma: Yes, well, I could not let you spoil my reveal....

Another hand comes from within the void and gently brushes Kailey’s hair and the side of her cheek, Kailey pushes the mixture of emotions she is feeling to the back as she tries to maintain a stern face.

Enigma: ... Could I?

Kailey gives him no answer, though Enigma still waits a few moments, allowing a somewhat creepy silence to slink in between them.

Enigma: Besides your wit, that is perhaps one of the things I like about you most, my dear Kailey, that fiery spirit, that defiant streak that runs in you, that dark side you try to hide away. Perhaps that is why so many creatures that linger within the darkness are drawn to you and seek your affection; you are the flame to our moths. So even though we know what occurs when dealing with you, we do not care, we merely wish to be near your flame, feel the flame and be in the end consumed by your flame.

Slowly, Kailey turns her head to face straight ahead, looking almost disturbingly touched by that. Through the darkness Enigma’s head can just barely be made out tilting slightly.

Enigma: No? You do not find it the least bit fitting due to those that have been interested in you over the years, and those that still are?

Enigma waits for a response from Kailey that never comes.

Enigma: Ah, very well, allow me then to part from you for the time being with these words, Kailey. I’m quite glad you’ve taken such an interest in my gifts I’ve given you as of late, it truly warms my heart. And I am sure you’ll be thrilled to know that my reveal is only just up ahead on the horizon, the plan for it is already moving into place. Like in a game of chess, all the pawns are falling right where I wish them to, without them even realizing it. Soon, my dear Kailey, there will be no longer a need for any of this secretive nature. Soon this jig-saw shall be complete. Soon we shall be together.

The arm wrapped around Kailey’s waist pulls her in deeper, and just as it seems Kailey is about to protest, the dark figure leans in close to the half of her still hidden in shadow. Very faintly what sounds like Enigma’s voice can be heard; perhaps he is whispering some thing to Kailey. When it stops Kailey tries to look over her shoulder again at him, her partly visible face showing shock.

Kailey: …Wh…what?

As soon as the word falls from her lips, the light down the hall flickers out again. Kailey takes a deep breath, preparing herself for more surprises. Abruptly, all the lights in the hallway come back on, blinding her. Shielding her eyes with a hand, she bats her lashes and quickly looks around. She is alone. Her stern expression softens and her eyes seem suddenly weary as her face bears the weight of her encounter. After a few moments of quietly standing there, she blinks a few times and runs a hand through her hair. A puzzled look crosses her face and she pulls something from her hair just over her ear. Kailey stares down at it in slight disbelief. Resting in her hand is a single white rose, still with its thorns.

Kailey: …Enigma…

Whatever Kailey was going to say goes unsaid as she stops herself, and the camera fades to commercial as Kailey continues to look at the rose.

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With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the TNTtron and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the stage and starting to move down the ramp. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the sides of the elevated ramp where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like the religious worshipper before their God.

The words, ‘Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say”, are the prompt for a flash of light and a series of explosions around the stage and TNTtron and two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down through the press of females on the elevated ramp, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step.


TM: See, this isn’t fair. Both Remy and April are professional wrestlers, April’s a former champion. Natalya is…

JH: Just a valet?

TM: Yes! I mean no. Well yeah.

As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following match will take place under Mixed Tag rules. Introducing first, the team of NATLYA VLADEK AND RAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIN’!!!

“Shatter” tears through the speakers and signals the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. He appears onstage silhouetted against the light that emanates from the entranceway behind him, his freshly polished UEC belt sitting proudly around his waist. At his side, the delectable profile of Ms. April Lynn standing with hands on hips and ready to kick some ass, and of course both are overshadowed by the hulking figure of Carl Lucas.

TM: And these guy’s have Carl in their corner, that’s even unfairer!

JH: Carl’s not the interfering type.

TM: What about last week when he snatched Natalya off the apron?

JH: And what business did she have doing on the apron in the first place.

TM: …Shut up, that’s what.

[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]


Remy and April set off along the walkway, Remy’s eyes drilling a hole through Ragin’s torso as April gives the evils to his ice bitch of a girlfriend, and Carl steadily marches along behind them. As they reach the ropes, Remy sits on the middle cable to allow April entrance and both move to neutral corner on the opposite side of the ring to the Russians. Carl drops off the walkway and takes up a position at ringside as both teams discuss the starting arrangements.

MA: And their opponents, being accompanied by CARL LUCAS, APRIL LYNN AND THE ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPIOOOOON, REMY BARTOOOOH!!!!

Tony Clarke goes over the mixed tags rules with both teams and all four nod their understanding. April moves to take centre stage against Natalya and it looks as though the ladies are going to take the first dance, but before Clarke can call for the bell Remy slips past and ushers his girlfriend back to the apron.

JH: Hmm, I guess Remy wants to start things off.

TM: Good. Poor Natalya shouldn’t even be out there.

Reluctantly, and with a concerned glare to her man candy, April steps back through the ropes and leaves the canvas to him. Natalya shares a confused look with Ragin’ as she shrugs and makes her exit, leaving the men to start the match. Clarke signals for the bell.

DING, DING!!

Both men start to circle as the crowd cheer them on, and their significant others watch on from the apron.

TM: There’s no Dante to save you this time Remy, but maybe your girlfriend can beat him up for you. HA! I’m funny.

JH: Who’s to say Remy wouldn’t have beaten Ragin’ on his own last week had Dante not interfered.

TM: I am, I am to say that.

Remy flits into Ragin’s personal space and throws an errant fist that the Russian dodges with ease. The Cajun throws another and again Ragin’ dodges, and so Remy responds with a Roundhouse Kick that -- Ragin’ catches! He pushes Remy backwards and sends the Ultimate Endurance Champion crashing down to the canvas, though instead of capitalizing, he simply looks down and chuckles to himself.

TM: HA! Awesome!

JH: Remy seems a little to eager here, perhaps trying to dispel the myth that he can’t beat Ragin’, but the Russian’s just playing with him.

TM: Not a myth.

JH: Well we’ll see.

Angered, Remy kips back up to his feet and the circling begins again. This time he kicks out with a boot to Ragin’s gut but he hops backwards and deftly avoids it. He throws another kick, this one to the Russian’s side but he once again dodges the impact, only serving to frustrate the Cajun even more, so Remy resorts to his fists. He throws a few wild punches that Ragin’ blocks and eventually the Master of Rage is able to grab a hold of one of his wrists and whip him around, sending him careering into e neutral corner. Once again he chooses to brandish a gloating smile instead of following up.

JH: He’s just screwing with Remy right now, but maybe he should be capitalising on his advantage.

A very pissed off and seething Cajun glares out at him…before bolting out of the corner and tearing towards him! Almost caught off guard, Ragin’ manages to side step the incoming attack and Remy travels through to the opposite turnbuckles…where he hops up onto the middle rope, then the top and comes flying off with a Crossbody that NAILS the Russian! Remy hooks his leg as he pins Ragin’s shoulders to the mat!

[align=center]One!

Tw -- NO!
[/align]

JH: Oooh, an early pin from the Cajun, catching Ragin’ by surprise a little there.

Ragin’ powers his opponent off of him and both men roll to opposite sides of the ring. They come to one knee each and this time it’s the cocky Cajun’s turn to grin roguishly across at his annoyed opponent. They stare for a few moments…before both men sprint towards each other! Ragin’ swings for a LARIAT, but Remy ducks and pops up behind him as the Russian heads for the ropes. He bounces off and charges back in…to a Spinning Wheel Kick from Remy! Ragin’ is down but already clambering to his feet as the champion comes in and takes him by the head, drawing him back to verticality before laying a BOOT to his gut! With his opponent doubled over, Remy throws himself off the ropes and comes charging back in with a SNAPPING SPINNING NECKBREAKER!

JH: Ouch! Remy’s put a definitive stop to Ragin’s games.

Ragin’ rolls to his front and the champion stalks his prone form, waiting for him to push himself up. He does so, finding his hands and knees and suddenly feeling Remy’s feet stepping up onto his back! Remy flips up -- but Ragin’ rolls out of the way! The Cajun manages to land shakily on his feet but is right back on the pursuit. He lunges for Ragin’…who makes the tag for Natalya!

JH: Mixed tag rules, Ragin’s out so Remy’s gotta go out too.

Tony Clarke throws himself between Remy and the Russian’s corner, pointing out that Remy is no longer legal and must return to his side of the ring. Reluctantly, Remy does so, staring out Ragin’ as he grins back at him.

JH: Clever move by Ragin’. Remy was building up some momentum, he had the advantage and was rolling with it so Ragin’ tags out, meaning Remy’s roll is well and truly interrupted and he has to go cool his heels in the corner.

TM: And that’s why he can’t beat Ragin’. He’s not just outmatched in muscle, but in smarts.

In steps April and a sneering Natalya and the two ladies take to circling each other.

JH: And it’s almost as if we begin again, a fresh match.

As both women pace around the mat it’s Natalya who makes the first move, rather surprisingly holding up her hands and looking for a test of strength. April cautiously obliges and the two meet in the centre, arms raised, entwining their fingers in the time honoured tradition. Their bodies tense and the test it on, and not surprisingly it’s April that takes the advantage, slowly pushing a teeth gritted Natayla down to her knees.

JH: I’m sure that’s not the first time th--

TM: Hey! Show some respect!

Natayla tries in vain to force April back but the former Cruiserweight champion is just far too overpowering for her…so she untangles her right hand and THUMBS April in the eye!

JH: Oh come on!

Tony Clarke is there to give her a stern warning but the Russian bitch hears none of it as April reels back, her hands instinctively raising to protect her eye. With her opponent briefly blinded, Natalya fires a right hand to her jaw, and another, staggering April back across the ring until The Mistress of Rage reaches up and grabs a handful of her flowing blonde locks to keep her still while she fires a STIFF right fist into her nose! April is feeling it now as Natalya forces her back onto the ropes. She pushes against the cables and whips her off, sending her barrelling across the ring and bouncing off the other side. She returns…and SPEARS NATALYA TO THE GROUND!!

JH: Woah! Vicious response to Natalya’s blatant cheating antics.

With the brunette pinned to the mat the blonde has far more fun as she pounds her pretty head into the canvas before dragging her dazed and confused to her feet. April moves to her side and fires a volley of hard kicks to Natalya’s midsection, taking the wind from her and doubling her over before she runs for the ropes and once again ricochets off them, this time returning to grab a handful of the Russian’s hair, spin her around and PLANT her into the canvas!

JH: RUNNING FACEBUSTER!!!

TM: NO! Not the face!

Natalya’s hands fly to her pretty face and cups it as he legs kick about due to the pain. April wastes little time in using her boot to push her opponent over onto her back, before kicking her leg up and catching it by her head.

TM: I knew a girl who could do that once. I miss her.

She stalls for the briefest of moments before…getting her leg SWEPT out from under her by Ragin’! She crashes backwards to the canvas and the cocky Russian returns to his feet, grinning at a seething Remy as Tony Clarke orders him from the ring.

JH: This is a mixed tag, that means Ragin’ stays on the apron until Remy is tagged in. No contact with the women.

TM: Kinda like you in college then! Ba-dum-dum-pish!

JH: …shut up.

April sneers at the innocent looking Ragin’ as she pulls herself back to her feet. She moves over to Natalya and plants a boot in her gut as she rises, before taking a couple of steps back…turning and FIRING A DROPKICK INTO RAGIN’S JAW!!

TM: HEY! I thought you said --

JH: He started it. He wants to break the rules, April’ll break his jaw in return.

Ragin’ crashes to the floor, eyes wide with a mixture of pain and shock as he stares back up at his former perch. Remy on the other side can’t help but crack a smile as April turns her attention back to the legal party. She takes Natalya by the head and WHIPS her over with a Snapmare, landing her on her bootylicious ass before taking off for the ropes in front of her. She bounces off them and lands a SICK Dropkick right to her face that sees Natalya SNAPPING back into the canvas holding her jaw in pain!

TM: Not the face! She’s doing it on purpose.

JH: Probably.

April moves around to peel her opponent off the floor, but as she does so Natalya reaches up and grabs at her head, sitting out as she CRACKS April’s jaw off her head!

TM: JAWBREAKER! Natalya’s back into this!

Natalya shakes away the cobwebs and turns toward her corner, just in time to see Ragin’ pulling himself back onto the apron. She reaches out and begins the crawl to he corner as her man reaches in over the top rope as far as his outstretched arm will go. She reaches out, stretching her fingers to their upmost before…being dragged back into the centre by April!

TM: Dammit!

April is already on her feet, clutching Natalya’s leg in one hand as she reaches down and scoops up the other. She pulls her into a wheelbarrow position before whipping her up and over and SLAMMING her back into the canvas with a Wheelbarrow Suplex!

JH: April is dominant in that ring, I think it’s only a matter of time now before Natalya relents.

April reaches down and grabs herself a handful of raven locks as she drags her opponent to her unstable feet. She FIRES a knee into her gut and pulls her into a front chancery.

JH: This is it! LYNCHH--NO!

April is set to drop Natalya with her trademark Evenflow DDT when Ragin’ storms the ring and LEVELS her with a STIFF LARIAT!! Tony Clarke is in his face, ordering him back to his corner but he’s quickly pushes aside as a ravenous Remy throws himself into the fray, and both men begin firing off a flurry of ferocious fists!

JH: It’s on! Remy and Ragin’ going toe to toe, fist to fist!

TM: History will repeat, Remy doesn’t stand a chance!

Both men give and take a hell of a beating, fists and forearms flying into jaws and temples before Remy seems to take the upper hand. He starts to force the Russian back toward the ropes and it becomes clear that a few well placed knuckles have dazed the former World Champion. With his opponent groggy, Remy retreats and heads for the far ropes, he rebounds, and comes flying back in with his boot raised for a ferocious…

JH: MOB HIIII -- NO!!! Ragin’ was playing possum!

The Master of Rage catches the incoming leg and drags him into a CAPTURE SUPLEX! Remy is CATAPULTED over the ropes and out of the ring, CRASHING into the mats below and leaving April in along with Ragin’ and the rising Natalya.

TM: HA! Nice one Remy.

Ragin’ hovers over April Lynn as she pulls herself to her feet, and it’s only when she rises that she notice the man staring down at her. She turns to see Natalya has risen behind her, both grinning at her like a pair of rabid hyenas. But their fun is interrupted as Carl Lucas jumps up onto the apron! He ducks through the ropes but Ragin’ is quick to point this fact out to Tony Clarke who darts over to cease is ingress, and while he’s trying to force the big man back out Ragin’ turns…into a BOOT to the gut from April! She drags him in, hooks him up and -- has her hair yanked back by Natalya! April tries to fight her off but the bitch RAMS a knee into her spine that loosens her grip and releases the Ragin’ Russian, who stands up and fires an equally STIFF boot to April’s gut!

JH: Oh for crying out loud! This is a bloody double team, he’s not even supposed to be in there with April!

TM: Your right, I’m sure Clarke will turn round any minute and throw him out. PAH!

Ragin’ drags her in and heaves her up onto his shoulders, Natalya watching on with glee as he brings her down, CRASHING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE FEATURE REMOVER!!!

TM: THAT’S IT! THAT’S ALL YOU NEED!

Ragin’ gets to his feet and charges at the ropes, forcing Carl off and sending him CRASHING to the mats before redirecting Tony Clarke’s attention toward his partner…pinning April Lynn. Confused and suspicious, Tony Clarke can do nothing but drop into a count.

[align=center]One!

Two!!
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Out of nowhere, Remy comes flying in under the bottom rope and throws himself onto the pin!


Two seconds too late!!!


[align=center]THREE!!![/align]

He looks up in disbelief as Natalya slides herself off April and is pulled from the ring by Ragin’.

MA: Here are your winners, NATALYA VLADEK AND RAAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIN’!!!

Both the Russian’s back their way up the entrance aisle, grinning that tormenting grin back at Remy as he stands up in the ring. He looks over at Carl, outside the ring and rubbing his head as he pulls himself up, then down at his girlfriend, laid out at his feet by the man he just can’t seem to beat. He kicks the canvas in frustration and runs a hand through his dirty blonde locks as “That’s what they all say” mocks him through the speakers.

TM: Another one for Ragin’, give it up Cajun.

JH: Oh I’m sure these two will meet another day.

TM: In the mean time, Remy might want to tend to his supposed lady love rather then stand there glaring.

JH: He does seem rather preoccupied by Ragin’ and Natalya.

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JH: It is time for a championship match folks!

TM: This should be good, my boy Graver is keeping that few pounds of gold around his waist.

JH: For those of you who didn’t watch TNT last week, Graver walked out on his title match against Onikage and claimed he’d only defend his championship in Hardcore Rules matches from now on.

TM: And revealed the most brilliant move ever by siding with the genius that is Smarty Smark!

JH: Is he paying you to pimp Graver or is this of your own will?

TM: He slipped a little extra for i…I mean hey, I don’t accept bribes!

JH: In either case we are now going to see the title match we promised last week, but now, it is under Hardcore Rules and I think Graver might regret asking for them!

TM: Pffft, what’s Onikage going to do, put Graver in an armbar?


MA: The following scheduled contest for this edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is under Hardcore Rules, and your official for this contest is Logan Black. Also it is for….The Full Intensity Wrestling Fighting Spirit Championship~!!!


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
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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: Blah, he isn’t any thing special, the Minister of Awesomocity and the Manager to the Superstars will ensure his downfall!

JH: And then you three will party?

TM: No! Then us four, you forgot Ninja, will go out on the town and party with alcohol, women and shrimp cocktails!

JH: Though that might not happen if Onikage ends up stretching Graver into a pretzel or pounds him into the ground.


[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: Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... he is your FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION... ... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!!

Graver makes his way down the walkway to the ring, stepping under the top rope and pausing to take a look at all the fans. They boo the piss out of him, and he waves them off. Graver quickly chugs the remaining portion of his beer before removing his belt, hat, and other accessories, handing them to a ring monkey with a stern warning not to "get them all fucked up".


JH: Ugh, Graver looks especially wasted tonight, how this man hasn’t suffered from alcohol poisoning is beyond me.

TM: He probably did because he knew that he’d have to fight Onikage, and with all his Straight Edge-ness just touching him makes you a little bit sober and makes the alcohol in you dissolve.

JH: That’s not at all true…

TM: Uh huh! Smarty told me Straight Edge people are like some kind of freaky living Holy Water and Alcohol is like some liquid Vampire.


MA: Introducing first the challenger…He hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds, and stands at six feet and two inches…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


Onikage stares directly at Graver the entire time as the fans shower him with jeers, spinning his wrists a bit to ensure his tape on them isn’t too tight, though Graver seems a tad freaked out by his stare, perhaps thinking he means it in a different way than he does.


MA: And introducing the champion….He hails from Detroit, Michigan and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ninety pounds and stands at five feet and eleven inches…He is YOUR reigning FIW Fighting Spirit Champion…HE! IS! GRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR~!!!


Graver gets equal amounts of jeers from the fans that Onikage got as he lifts his hands up over his head, giving the double devil horns as he shouts “Fuck yeah!” and looks all around at the fans, he turns his attention to Onikage and grins, just barely over the jeers he can be heard shouting “You’re going down ass bag!”

TM: What is with these people?! Don’t they know awesomocity personified when they see it?!

JH: Well neither of these men seemed very well liked.

TM: Yeah but with Onikage it is understandable, but Graver? The Gravester? Graver McFuck Master? Graver, the Minister of all things Awesomocity? They are nuts to hate him!

JH: Personally I’m hoping Onikage caves his head in, at least Onikage is the lesser of the two evils.

Logan Black calls the two men to the center of the ring, and both Onikage and Graver make their way to it, stopping when they are a few inches apart with Logan in between them to the side. He looks between the two several times as he explains the rules of the match to them, they both nod when he is finished, acknowledging they understand the rules, and then he calls for a hand shake. Graver looks at him like he just asked him to shoot off his own dick but Logan commands the champion to shake hands, reluctantly Graver extends his hand and Onikage snatches it, shaking it as the referee calls for the bell.


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


A smirk creeps over Graver’s face and he yanks on the handshake, trying to pull Onikage in as he lifts up his foot, looking to stomp on Onikage’s, but the former team mate of Graver’s seems to have seen this coming, avoiding it by lifting up his foot and while he does so rams that leg’s knee into Graver’s mid-section with a knee strike, the champ’s upper body leans forward as he gasps for air, FIW’s Straight Edge Savior throws Graver towards the ropes and quickly follows in after him, before Graver isn’t even against the ropes for a second Onikage slams his arm across Graver’s throat with a lariat, continually charging on through and as such, sending both men flying over the top rope as Graver screams like a woman. With a thud Onikage hits the apron as Graver continues to fall and disgustingly hits neck first against the ringside pads, even a few front row fans wincing in sympathy for the crooked champion, Graver rolls over onto his stomach and pushes himself up to his hands and knees a bit, clutching at the back of his neck as he yells quite the nasty string of curses, that only stops when Onikage hops off of the apron and drives the point of his knee cap right into Graver’s hand and the back of his neck, then Graver once again screams out in pain similar to that of the feminine side of the species as he tries to crawl away, perhaps attempting to rethink his strategy here, Onikage stands up and looks around, noticing quickly Graver’s shuffling form that is heading further down the ringside area. Onikage follows after the Fighting Spirit Champion like a bat out of Hell, but as stalks towards Graver, the smaller man subtly fishes under the apron, and when Onikage is within arm’s reach Graver presents to his masked face a steel chair, smacking it against him, the challenger stumbles back a few steps but doesn’t go down, Graver grumbles and rolls over, so he is sitting and facing Onikage and tries for another shot, but the dazed Onikage merely throws a fist, punching the steel chair and sending both face first into Graver, the Straight Edge Savior shakes his taped up fist a bit as Graver drops the chair and clutches at his face, cursing once again as he kicks his feet like a toddler having a tamper tantrum. Still feeling the affects of the chair shot Onikage grabs hold of the guard rail, trying to steady himself as Graver clings to the ring post, trying to crawl back up to his feet even with a sore neck, face and hand at this point, he manages to a series of jeers get back to a vertical base as he looks over his shoulder, noticing Onikage is taking a little rest to shake off the affects of the chair shot, he runs as fast as he can towards Onikage, leaping up into the air and hitting a flying cross body, Graver grins and laughs as he grabs hold of the guard rail in mid-flight, ready to stay put as Onikage sails over the guard rail, sadly for the champion Onikage snatches hold of him, and the force is much greater than Graver’s grip, sending both men tumbling over the guard rail, Graver landing face first onto the seat of a steel chair, saying some thing the censors will be furious over as he clutches at his mouth, possibly the seat shot hurting one of his teeth while Onikage lands hard against the cold hard floor.

JH: Good god! We are just under way and already these two are beating the crap out of each other!

TM: I’m not sure how well Graver will be to pull off his sweet ass Disco moves at this rate, his whole head seems to be suffering from some thing, and his hand isn’t in much better shape and his neck looks to be still hurting.

JH: Mean while Onikage’s head seems to be in not much better shape than Graver’s now and his hand seems to be bugging him, it is still early in this match though, so who knows how each will fare in this match before it is done.

TM: Come on Graver! We can’t have you go and disappointing Smarty Smark now! Not after he did that favor for you by getting these rules instated!

The fan who ran for the hills and who’s seat Graver landed face first on walks back over, yelling at Graver to get out of the way, that he wants to sit back down, Graver whips around as Logan hops over the guard rail and slugs the fan, sending him flying back into a group of them, Graver yelling “Fuck your seat bitch! My tooth might be broken!” as he clutches at his mouth again and fishes inside of it, trying to see if every thing is still intact inside, he is so busy with the misadventures of his mouth he nearly doesn’t notice Onikage getting up to his feet as well, Graver’s eyes dart around, looking for some thing to use, he snatches the plastic beer cup from the fan he just punched and smashes it over Onikage’s head. The beer cup shot doesn’t seem to do any thing but make Onikage’s hair soaked in beer, which doesn’t sit well with the self proclaimed Mister Ordinary, he goes to throw a forearm but Graver suddenly throws up his hands in the shape of a stop sign, stopping him in the process and saying “Whoa whoa whoa whoa! Watch the mouth, I think one of my teeth is fucked up”, to which Onikage simply replies by grabbing hold of Graver’s top and grabbing hold of one of his pant legs and lifting him up over his head in a Gorilla Press, he looks around as Graver starts to panic and tries to talk him out of it, Onikage charges to the right of them and chucks Graver, sending the champ flying through the air like a lawn dart, the fans scramble out of the way though some still are hit as Graver crashes through several chairs in one row, nearly taking out that entire seats’ row on this side of the arena! Graver groans and winces as he rolls up to a sitting position as Onikage walks over to him, Graver glares up at his challenger and points at him “NOT cool dude!” he says as he starts to get to his feet, he barrels towards Onikage, getting rid of the small distance still between them and seemingly looking for a lariat, at the very last moment Graver stops and stands there for a few moments, looking at Onikage with a puzzled look as the masked man looks at him in confusion, then suddenly Graver pokes Onikage right in the eye, the Straight Edge Savior staggers as he clutches at the mask’s hole for his right eye as Graver grins proudly and points at his head, mouthing the word “Smarts”, he snatches one of the chairs he crashed into and picks it up, slamming it across Onikage’s back, causing his partly blind challenger to groan in pain as he arches his back. Quickly, to take advantage of Onikage’s state, Graver grabs a handful of Onikage’s black locks and leads his challenger, racing as fast as he can get Onikage to go as he slams him head first onto the steel pole railing of the walk way up to the higher levels of seating, he bashes Onikage’s head against it a second time, and then a third time, he pauses and lifts up his free arm, shoving Onikage face first into his arm pit and rubbing Onikage’s face against it before slamming him head first against the railing a fourth time, he holds up his free hand’s index finger and says “One more for the road” as he slams Onikage’s head a fifth time against the railing, however Onikage merely stands straight up and glares at Graver, Graver looks on dumb found and says “What the fucking fuck?”

TM: Hey! That’s copyright infringement from Onikage! It’s only Samoans that are supposed to have thick heads in wrestling!

JH: Well maybe Onikage has some Samoan in him, but besides, didn’t Bruiser Brody also not use to be affected by head shots? And some thing tells me Brody wasn’t Samoan.

TM: Run Graver! Run for the higher ground!

JH: I think it’s too late now.

He glares at Graver for a moment before wrapping his hands around Graver’s head and rearing back his head before throwing it forward, head butting Graver as he lets go of his head, the Fighting Spirit champ stumbles about as he throws at imaginary Onikages that only he seems to be able to see as his challenger stalks after him, Onikage throws Graver’s arm over the back of his neck and wraps his own arm around the back of Graver’s neck, with his free hand snatching hold of Graver’s pants and lifting him up over his head, he delivers a vertical suplex right onto the unfolded steel chairs that make up yet another row of fans who get to see their row destroyed by the two of them. Graver sits right up as if he were undead, but certainly doesn’t look it by his expression from hitting those unfolded steel chairs back and legs first, his hands try to grope at his back which happens to be in serious pain as he seems to have lost his voice for the moment he is in such pain, Onikage rolls up to one knee and clubs Graver on the back of his head with a forearm, causing Graver to clutch at it as he tries to scoot away along the ground with his butt, looking kind of like a dog, Onikage quickly gets up to his feet and follows after his opponent, it doesn’t take long for him to catch up and he snatches hold of some of Graver’s blonde locks, he starts yanking him up to his feet as Graver suddenly reaches inside his pants for some reason. In the blink of an eye Graver slams his fist against Onikage’s face and sends the much bigger man down, Graver grins as he shows off the steel chain he has wrapped around his fist, he pulls it off of his hand and stands over Onikage, he snatches with both hands an each end of the chain, stretching it out as he crouches down, he carefully gets it around the front of Onikage’s neck before he wrenches back, tightening his hold on the chain and there by starting to choke Onikage, the challenger claws and grabs at the floor in front of him, trying to find some thing to get a hold of as Graver laughs triumphantly and flicks his head to get Logan to check on Onikage, Logan Black kneels down in front of the masked oddity and watches, making sure he doesn’t miss Onikage submitting. Quite a bit of the fans in the ground level rows on this side of the arena start gathering around them, every now and then Logan looking back and trying to tell them to back off, which of course they don’t do, they all gawk at the scene as Graver pulls back even further, to the point where he is nearly laying back and Onikage is almost bent in half, Onikage continues to try to breath but all that comes in and out are gurgled noises and sounds, the entire time as Onikage looks ready to die Graver grins happily at the fans, he shouts at them “Autographs will be later after the show at Kenny’s mom’s car, look for the Van with white paint job, and hey you”, a girl in the crowd points to herself as Graver stares at him. “Yeah you” he says and wiggles his eyebrows, getting on his best charming look “Meet me after the show for a…private session if ya know what I mean” he says and laughs perversely, so busy is Graver with his picking up a lady friend that he doesn’t even notice the chain start to slip from his grip or Onikage pushing himself back forward, relieving himself from the choke, Onikage calmly stands up, sending Graver sliding off of him and landing on his butt, Graver looks away from the attractive gal and glares, trying to find the source of this “What the fuck ma…oh….yeah” Graver says as he seems to have just now recalled he was still in a match as Onikage glares down at him, Graver quickly tries to scramble away only for Onikage to kick him on his backside, sending the champ into a face plant against the floor.

JH: Graver was so cheap he was trying to end the match with a choke!

TM: Mmmhmmmm…He has some good taste in woman, look at that figure, I wouldn’t mind bumping skins with that sexy thing in a ten cent mote-

JH: Thomas! Get a hold of yourself damn it!

TM: What? It isn’t like we are a kids’ show or at least not after this match and the words Graver’s spewed out, I can hear the angry soccer mom letters already.

Graver scurries back up to his feet and turns around, right into an elbow strike from Onikage, and before he can even react his challenger throws another elbow strike, and a third one, and a fourth one that sends Graver staggering backwards, Onikage follows right after him, Graver snatches a plastic beer cup from another fan, he downs some as Onikage grabs hold of his shoulder and spins him around, only for the champion to spit the beer right into Onikage’s masked face like it was mist a la The Great Muta, he snatches Onikage’s head and leaps into the air, connecting with BAM, otherwise known as a chinbreaker. Onikage flings backwards from the impact as the champion sits there and grins, drinking the half of the beer left in the cup after his beer mist attack, he tosses the cup to the side and flips off the fan he stole the cup from which brings insults flying his way from the near by fans, he scoffs and blows them off as he rolls over, laying on top of Onikage and pointing to the ground at Logan, Logan Black drops down to a knee and before he can even get a one count Onikage kicks out, Graver glares up at Logan and slaps his hand against his palm quickly, telling Logan to do a quicker count as he pins Onikage again, and for a second time Graver sits up looking annoyed, he slams his hands against the ground. He is so busy throwing a fit he doesn’t even notice until it is too late that Onikage’s legs spring to life and wrap around him in a head scissors, Graver’s body flings about wildly in the submission, trying to free itself but to no avail as Onikage looks down at Graver and wrenches back, which brings a middle finger from Graver as he curses out in pain, that only seems to enrage Onikage and cause him to further wrench back, and make Graver in even more pain, slowly Graver lifts up his hand, his hand trembling quickly as it looks like he might be getting ready to tap, suddenly a steel chair swings in and slams against Onikage’s skull, causing it to daze him and release the submission, the mystery attacker tosses the chair to the side and races over to Graver’s side, revealing itself to be Kenny! Kenny kneels beside Graver and checks on his boss, inspecting him as Graver glares down at Onikage, the fans throw insults Kenny’s way though he simply ignores them as he helps Graver back up to his feet, Graver spits at Onikage and gives him a good stomp to the mid-section, making his challenger gasp as he clutches at his stomach, Onikage starts to crawl away from the duo as Graver gets back to being able to stand by himself, Kenny grabs Onikage’s tights, stopping him as Graver calls for Kenny to get Onikage up to his feet, Kenny looks at his boss with a bit of a whimper before he attempts to lift Onikage up by himself, failing badly, Graver rolls his eyes and marches over, helping Kenny get Onikage up to his feet, though even then the two have a bit of trouble.

TM: Yeah! Kenny to the rescue!

JH: Damn it! Even if I don’t care for Onikage’s attitude, I don’t think this is fair for his part, it is a two on one match now more or less!

TM: Hey, to be fair it should be a two on one, since only combined like some kick ass Voltron are Graver and Kenny equal to Onikage’s huge ass.

JH: That is what can happen when you wrestle in a division when there isn’t any weight restrictions, some times you will face those that are bigger than you, I don’t see why that allows Graver to get a advantage no other smaller wrestlers have been given.

Onikage is led by Graver and Kenny, the trio walking towards the exit of the seating area as Logan Black tries to follow after them, Onikage tries to struggle free only for Graver to yell at Kenny and the two throw him into the brick wall, dazing him again as they return to leading him out into the hall way, Graver points over at the food stand and Kenny nods his head, when they are a bit closer the two whip Onikage towards it, the Straight Edge Savior runs right into the counter, his head hitting the drink fountain, Graver runs towards him, looking for a lariat to perhaps send him over it but Onikage kicks him, stopping the champion dead in his tracks. Kenny’s eyes widen and he charges at Onikage, only for the challenger to bitch slap him and send Graver’s lackey tumbling away, Onikage takes a few steps away from the counter as Graver hunches over, trying to catch the wind Onikage knocked out of him, sadly for him the challenger races back towards him full steam, lifting up his leg and connecting with a Yakuza Kick, sending Graver side of the skull first through the glass that partly holds the popcorn in it’s built in counter container, glass sticking into Graver’s flesh as he yells and screams in pain, his blood freely flowing down onto the buttered popcorn goodness, Onikage stares down at Graver and yanks him pants first out of the glass, he grabs a handful of Graver’s hair before he slams him face first onto the top of the counter. Graver screams out bloody murder as the head shot sends the glass deeper into his flesh, Onikage even making it worse by rubbing Graver’s face roughly against the counter, a small puddle of blood already forming on it from Graver’s head, he snarls as he flings his leg back, hitting Onikage with a mule low blow kick, getting free from Onikage’s clutches, Graver stands up, giving the camera the first good shot of his face since pre-going through the glass, large chunks of glass stick out of Graver’s skin and one is even stuck in his nose as he has scratches and wounds all over his face, blood pouring down the front of his shirt by the buckets, the entire front of his shirt is nearly already stained with blood from the wounds. He looks around, snatching a cup of beer that was resting on the counter and downs it before he grabs a piece of the glass from inside the popcorn, carrying it right over to Onikage and grabbing hold of Onikage by his mask, “Here motherfucker, have a taste of the new butter flavor” Graver growls as he rams the point of the shard into Onikage’s arm, Onikage roars out in agony as Graver digs into Onikage’s arm with the piece of glass, he pushes forward, getting closer to Graver as he in doing so pushes the shard of glass deeper into his skin, Onikage winces and groans as he scoops Graver up onto his shoulders, he starts quickly spinning around with Graver on his shoulders in an airplane spin, the two go around and around several times as Graver yells “Kenny! Get me off this crazy thing!” before Onikage finally drops Graver, the champ lands on his feet as he staggers about, wildly jabbing with the glass shard at imaginary Onikages before he turns and faces a fan, before any one realizes it Graver vomits right onto a fan!

JH: Oh my god! That’s disgusting! Graver just…just…just…threw up on a fan!

TM: Hey I’ve seen some fetish pornos for this kind of stuff.

JH: This isn’t the time or place for conversations like that, Moore.

TM: But to be fair, in those it is generally a guy like Graver puking on a hot chick, not some fat sweaty wrestling fan.

After getting vomited on the fan screams in horror and throws Graver off of him, the Fighting Spirit champ turns around, noticing Onikage is on one knee as he tries to shake off the dizzying affects of the airplane spin, in a sloppy and drunken looking run, Graver bolts towards his challenger, scaling up Onikage’s knee and decking him upside the head with a Shining Meathook, the two collapse to the ground, Graver still too out of it to even cover Onikage after the move, though a few moments pass and eventually Graver throws his arm over Onikage’s chest, Logan starts the count but before even a one can be counted Onikage kicks out, Graver rolls over onto his back as Onikage rolls over too, throwing his own arm over Graver’s chest, and much like with Onikage, Graver kicks out before Logan can even count a one. Both men lay on their backs next to each other, panting and groaning from the match, idly Graver reaches up and yanks one of the chunks of glass out of his face, he looks up at it and then looks away as he tosses it away, in a dazed tone saying quietly “Fuck…”, and like near mirror images of each other, Onikage and Graver start to get to their feet at the same exact time, the champ reaches into his pocket and fishes out some kind of plastic baggie of a mysterious white powder, he rips it open with his teeth and pours the contents into his hand, looking towards Onikage who has his back turned to him, slowly the challenger turns around and Graver gets ready to toss it into his face only for Onikage to kicks Graver’s hand, sending the powder flying up into his own face and blinding him. The Fighting Spirit Champion staggers about as he sloppily throws lefts and rights at where he thinks Onikage might be, the masked foe merely kicks him in the mid-section, resulting in Graver doubling over before Onikage hooks his arms and lifts him up into the air, rotating the two of them a bit before dropping Graver face first with the Flavor of the Week, he quickly rolls over Graver’s limp body and covers him as Logan Black drops down for the count.


TM: Crap! One of Graver’s innovative and masterful plans backfired!

JH: Innovative? The white powder in the eyes is one of the oldest tricks in the book!


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TM: Nuh huh, Graver merely felt bad for all those lame asses who came before him that lacked his awesomocity, so he let them take credit for the tactic, but in reality he invented it while still in his mother’s womb.

JH: How you can actually say stuff like that with a straight face is beyond me.


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TM: How? Easy, because it is the honest to god truth.

JH: No, it isn’t, the truth is Graver just tries to take credit for every thing he didn’t invent but uses.


[align=center]3~!!!





NO~!!!





KENNY SAVED GRAVER, KENNY BROKE UP THE PIN FALL~!!!
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TM: Thank you Kenny, thank you!

JH: Damn it! Kenny might have just screwed Onikage out of his win!


Kenny rolls Onikage off of Graver’s limp frame, he slaps Graver lightly a few times to try and get him to stir as Onikage starts to push himself back up to his knees, after the third slap Graver bitch slaps Kenny as he sits up, glaring at his lackey who is now holding his sore cheek, the champion points back over at the counter and Kenny nods his head, scrambling over to it for whatever reason as Graver gets up to his feet, Onikage greets Graver with a forearm strike and Graver returns the greeting with a punch, and Onikage throws a second forearm strike, and Graver throws a second punch, and before long the two break down and surprisingly get their second wind, rapidly pounding on each other with punches and forearm strikes. As this goes on Graver’s assistant hurries over to the counter, he looks over it with horror as he sees Graver’s blood still dripping off of the partly broken glass, he very meekly and sloppily kicks the rest of the glass still intact, shattering it and causing it to slip across the floor at his feet, he winces and pulls a few shards that stuck to his tennis shoe, he turns around and starts waving his arms, shouting “Mister Graves! Mister Graves!” which brings Graver’s attention to his assistant as Kenny eagerly points at the counter; Graver smirks and nods his head, though is distracted long enough for Onikage to hit a forearm strike that rocks him and sends Graver stumbling back several steps. Onikage quickly follows after him, making sure not much distance gets between the two of them, and it is at that moment that he gets less than a foot away from Graver that Graver strikes, stomping on Onikage’s foot, causing his challenger to double over, he quickly gets in front of Onikage and hooks his arms, racing straight towards the counter with Onikage’s limp body, he jumps over the glass that lays on the floor but drives Onikage head first into it, Kenny and him quickly roll Onikage over and Graver drops down into a kneeling position, his knee resting on Onikage’s chest as he mocks his challenger by holding his arms up in an X, grinning proudly.


JH: This is absolutely disgusting! Graver just hit the Vicinity of Obscenity onto glass shards, and he had Kenny help him do it!

TM: And that’s it! Graver retains! Graver retains!


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JH: Not quite, he has only a one count so far.

TM: Pffft, like Onikage is kicking out of that.


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JH: You never know, these two have gone through some pretty nasty experiences in this match, who is to say this’ll be the end?

TM: Smarty and I say it is.


[align=center]KICK OUT~!!!





NO~!!! IT’S TOO LATE~!!!





3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
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In the arena “Cigaro” starts blasting over the sound system as Logan Black raises Graver’s arm, Graver acts as he if is going to start to cry and as if he just won the Dual Crown Championship, Logan hands him the Fighting Spirit Championship and he holds it up over his head. Kenny carefully helps Graver up to his feet as the two almost slip on the butter that is on the floor from the popcorn, Kenny hooks the belt together around Graver’s waist as the champion slams his fist against the gold plate shouting “Fuck yeah!”


MA: Your winner via pin fall and STILL FIW Fighting Spirit Champion…GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR~!!!


TM: Did I call it or did I call it baby!

JH: This is one of the most revolting scenes I’ve ever seen in FIW.

TM: Oh be quiet, you’re just mad because Graver is still the champion.

JH: No, I’m disgusted by the fact that our so called Fighting Spirit Champion in this match used various cheating and under handed tactics, including using his own assistant as a quasi-team mate! One of these days Edmond Graves is going to get his, one of these days karma is going to come up and bite him on the ass!

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The camera cuts backstage to in front of a locker room, the plate on the door reads “Onikage”, Toby Bostock suddenly walks onto camera and pushes open the door, the camera man and him enter the locker room quickly. A medical is kneeling in front of Onikage, who is covered in sweat and still in his ring gear as well as sitting on a bench, and is attending to the wound on his arm and the glass stuck in his mask. Toby smiles sheepishly as he walks up to Onikage, who is staring off into nothing, he stands beside Onikage and clears his throat as he lifts up his micro phone.

Toby: Just a little bit ago we saw you in action against Graver for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship, though sadly you came up on the short end of the stick. What are your thoughts on your defeat?

Bostock lowers the micro phone to in front of Onikage’s face, silence falls over the room as the medical quietly mends Onikage, and Toby gets no reaction, slowly Toby lifts the micro phone back up to his mouth.

Toby: Uh…Onikage…It’s me, Toby Bostock, TNT Interview, I just wanted to…

Suddenly Onikage’s good arm slaps the micro phone out of Toby’s hand and he glares up at the smaller man.

Onikage: Take that camera and get the hell out of my locker room.

The camera zooms in on Onikage for one more moment, the rage on his expression behind the crudely stapled and sewed together leather mask before fading to black…
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As the first riffs of "Defy You" by Offspring begin to play, smoke begins to billow from the stage. Kailey's silhouette slowly becomes visible through the smoke and remains in shadow while the opening bars continue. When the lyrics begin, she pushes through the smoke and takes her first steps toward the ring, waving to the crowd. When at the ring, she slides in between the top and middle rope, then takes a walk around the ring, waving to the fans before taking her corner.

JH: Well, ladies and gentleman, it is time for the main-event of the evening. The Dual Crown Championship being defended against Kailey Lane!

TM: Swytch hasn’t defended the title since Summer of Sin and this is the first challenger we’ve been able to find for him. And even Kailey he’s defeated.

JH: Swytch does have a seemingly endless momentum going at the moment. But no champion is unbeatable, Thomas.

TM: I’m starting to have my doubts about that, Jonathan.

[align=center]The house lights fade to complete darkness as the sound of a church organ rises up through the sound system. An ominous red glow seems to build over the stage as smoke starts to pour out and the beat of drums and hum of guitars picks up. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as two figures seem to rise up through the smoke to the opening tune of Rob Zombie’s “Return of the Phantom Stranger”. They’re quickly revealed to be Swytch, with his protégé Kennedy holding on closer than a protégé should be.

Shape shifting high and a haunted eye
Falling plastic and paper demons
No trace of time, I'm branded sly
I am your ghost master baby, free me


Once the lift brings the duo fully level with the stage, Swytch takes off towards the ring, wading through the smoke as Kennedy follows close behind. Staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin as he treads down the walkway to the ring, clinging desperately to his Dual Crown belts. He steps along the apron to the corner where he climbs to the second turnbuckle while Kennedy steps over the middle rope to enter the ring. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle, his eyes constantly moving until they settle on Kennedy in the ring.

All you know, is alone
You see a, Phantom Stranger
Down you go, all alone
You love my, Phantom Stranger


Stepping over the ropes, Swytch drops into the ring and walks right up on Kennedy, staring down into her eyes with unrelenting intensity. Swytch holds his titles out to the side, submitting willfully as Kennedy grabs the end of his chain, sliding her other hand up it’s length, staring back into his forceful gaze. Their lips tease a kiss before they pull apart, the chain now in Kennedy’s possession. Swytch grudgingly relinquishes the title belts to the referee while Kennedy departs to ringside as the haunting rhythm of ‘Phantom Stranger’ fade out.[/align]

TM: Jonathan, you know as well as I do that Swytch is gonna beat Kailey half to death here tonight.

JH: Well, if he does, I guarantee her other half is going to keep fighting. So he’ll have to do more than half to keep her down.

TM: Don’t give him any ideas.

Tony Clarke accepts the Dual Crown Championship from Swytch and holds both belts up to the crowd before showing them to Kailey and then passing them off to a ring monkey.

MA: The following contest is tonight’s MAIN-EVENT! And it is for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Nashville, Tennessee; she is KAILEY LLLLAAANNNNNNE!!!

MA pauses for the crowd to show that they’re all behind the Tennessee blonde here tonight.

MA: And the champion, being accompanied to the ring tonight by Kennedy; he hails from Odessa, Texas and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds; he is the DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… SSSSSWWWWWYYYYTTTCCHHHH!!!

MA takes his leave from the ring, the crowd letting Swytch know that they’re looking for Kailey to finally take his belts from him here tonight.

JH: The crowd is obviously in support of the challenger here tonight. That’s not a surprise.

TM: Yes it is! Swytch has prove time and time again that he’s the best here in FIW. He’s held onto those belts longer than any champion has ever DREAMED of. Yet the crowd wants him to lose?

JH: Well at least one title defense involved Kennedy playing a vital part in him retaining. Otherwise he would’ve lost the belts months ago, we all know that.

TM: I beg your pardon, we don’t KNOW that. Dreams don’t exist in reality, Jonathan.

DING-DING!

The bell sounds and the contest is off. Kailey slowly moves out of her corner, her eyes locked on Swytch as she awaits to see how the champion plans to make his attack. Swytch raises up from his position in the opposite turnbuckle, his eyes lazily scanning the ring and the outside, seemingly less focused on Kailey than he should be.

Kailey takes advantage of it and runs in, taking Swytch down with a Lou Thesz Press! Kailey opens up on the champion with a flurry of right hands to his painted face! Swytch bucks her off, sending her right into the turnbuckle! But Kailey catches herself before her face collides with the middle turnbuckle!

JH: A fast and furious start here tonight by Kailey!

TM: We know Kailey likes to live in the Fast Lane. Heh heh.

JH: Excuse you?

TM: *coughs* Uh, nothing.

Kailey climbs back to her feet and is shoved chest-first into the turnbuckle by Swytch! He plants a knee into her the small of her back, holding her against the turnbuckle as he blasts her face off the top turnbuckle! Swytch holds onto the back of her hair, stepping out of the turnbuckle with her and SLAMMING HER ONTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD!

TM: See where that reckless attacking gets you? On the back of your head.

Swytch drags Kailey up off the canvas (with a handful of hair) and receives a warning from Tony Clarke to lay off the hair pulling. Like that’s at the top of Kailey’s list of priorities at the moment. Swytch drives a knee into Kailey’s abdomen and then THROWING ONTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD ONCE MORE!

JH: Another takedown by the hair. Swytch better be careful he doesn’t get disqualified.

TM: What does Swytch have to lose from a disqualification?

JH: That’s a good point. I wouldn’t be surprised if Swytch was trying to get disqualified so he doesn’t have to defend his belts here tonight. Maybe he’s scared of Kailey.

TM: Oh, I don’t know about that.

Swytch pulls Kailey up one more time with a handful of hair… and receives a swift kick to the mid-section! Swytch doubles over and Kailey pulls herself free from his hold, snapping him down to the canvas with a lightning quick arm drag! She follows it up by sending a low dropkick into the face of Swytch as he attempts to reclaim his feet!

JH: And now Kailey’s fighting back!

TM: Get your licks in while you can. ‘Cuz after this match, Kennedy gets all her licks in.

JH: That’s disgusting.

TM: I meant Kennedy gets to kick Kailey’s ass but if you want to think about Kennedy licking Swytch, that’s your own personal business.

Kailey catches Swytch as he raises back to his feet, grabbing him by the wrist and shooting him off into the ropes! Swytch counters the whip, sending Kailey off into the ropes! She rebounds, SMACKING A KICK OFF SWYTCH’S FACE and then runs in TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER!

JH: Swytch lowered his head too soon and paid the price. You think maybe he’s underestimating Kailey here tonight?

TM: I sincerely doubt that. He’s been in the ring with her enough. If anything, he’s toying with her.

JH: If that’s the case, he’s doing a bad job of it. ‘Cuz it doesn’t look like he’s having any fun at the moment.

Kailey runs off the ropes, DROPPING A LEG ACROSS SWYTCH”S THROAT! Kailey quickly floats over into a cover, hooking Swytch’s leg!


[align=center]One!


Kick-out by Swytch!
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TM: That’s not gonna get it done.

JH: Ya think?

Kailey tries to stop Swytch’s recovery by nailing a stiff elbow shot to his face before he can even try and get to his feet. She climbs back to her feet and allows Swytch to do the same before running in and SMACKING A CHOP OFF HIS CHEST! She follows up by nailing a kick to his shin, and then another chop off his chest! Another shot to the shin and KAILEY TAKES SWYTCH’S HEAD OFF WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!

JH: The roundhouse kick to the back of Swytch’s head! That might be the knock out shot!

Kailey drops into yet another cover, hooking Swytch’s leg tighter this time!


[align=center]One!


Two!!


Another kick-out by Swytch!
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TM: Nope! Not today, junior!

Kailey grimaces at Swytch’s kick-out by keeps her head in the game, pulling the champion back to his feet. She nails a right hand upside his face-- no! Swytch blocks it and smacks an elbow strike upside Kailey’s delicate features! He follows up with a second one, and then a third before BURY HIS KNEE INTO HER GUT! Swytch backs up and TAKES KAILEY’S HEAD OFF WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!

JH: And now Swytch with a Roundhouse Kick to the back of the head!

TM: Ha! That’s how it’s done, Kailey. Did you hear the crack in that?

JH: It was sickening.

Swytch, however, doesn’t go for a cover. Instead, the champion takes a short stroll around the ring. Tony Clarke checks on Kailey, quickly finding that the woman is still conscious and able to continue the contest, despite not getting up from the shot. Swytch moves over to the ropes, dropping to his knees and ducking his head out to his protégé, Kennedy, where he receives a cute little peck on the lips. Aww, how cute.

JH: Ugh. Disgusting. Stopping the match to get a kiss from his student? That’s perverted.

TM: You always have to see things that way, you big freak.

Swytch ducks back into the ring, climbing to his feet AND GETTING ROLLED UP FROM BEHIND BY KAILEY!!!

JH: KAILEY WITH A ROLL-UP!! SHE’S GOT IT!


[align=center]One!



Two!!



Three!!!



NOOO! Swytch just kicks out!
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TM: Oh whew! It was only two!

JH: Dammit!

Swytch springs back to his feet, just as Kailey does, and TAKES THE BLONDE WOMAN’S HEAD OFF WITH A STIFF CLOTHESLINE!

TM: Day-am! Did you see Kailey’s neck snap back there?

JH: I’m guessing that means no more toying around?

TM: Precisely. If I were Kailey, I’d stay down.

JH: That ain’t gonna happen.

And that it doesn’t. Kailey is already trying to get back to her feet, a little on the groogy side after the clothesline but she knows enough to know what’s up and down still. Swytch meets her and drives a knee into her stomach. Followed by a hard knee to the face! Kailey stumbles back into the ropes, using them to keep her vertical base. Swytch smacks an elbow strike off her face and then throws her into the opposite set of ropes! Kailey returns, taking Swytch down with a sunset flip! No, Swytch keeps his stances and DROPS DOWN ON KAILEY IN A MOUNTED POSITION!

TM: And now Kailey is in every woman’s dream position.

JH: Ew.

TM: What? Jonathan, he’s the 2005 Male Babe of the Year! Do you forget these things? That man right there is what women want.

JH: Ew-wwww. Stop it before I lose my dinner.

The position certainly isn’t Kailey’s dream, as she quickly bridges out of it with ease. She keeps her back to Swytch and SMACKS HIM AGAINST THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A QUICK BACK KICK! She sprints off the ropes, LANDING FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!

JH: HEY! Kennedy just tripped Kailey!

TM: What? I didn’t see anything!

Tony Clarke rushes to the ropes and looks down accusingly at Kennedy, who just shrugs her shoulders and acts as innocent as can be. Come on, she’s not going to admit to anything. And since Tony Clarke didn’t see it, he can’t really do anything about it. Swytch gets back up to his feet, hand on the back of his head and a snarl on his black lips as he turns his attention to Kailey.

TM: Uh-oh. This is not good for Ms. Lane.

JH: Especially considering she’s apparently entered a handicap match.

Kailey climbs back to her feet, quickly finding herself in the gaze of the beast. She falters only a moment before her no guts no glory spirit surfaces and she runs in with a guns ablazing! Kailey swings with a forearm that finds its home on Swytch’s cheek! A second one plants into his forearm and the third is less lucky as Swytch ducks it! He spins Kailey in his direction and DOWNS HER WITH A STRAIGHT KICK TO THE FACE!

JH: Another stiff kick from Swytch! Both these competitors like to use that mode of attack. But Swytch is stronger and his kicks are hitting with more impact than Kailey’s, unfortunately.

TM: That’s true. But you can’t count Kailey out. She has speed on her favor. That’s usually in Swytch’s favor but not tonight.

Swytch pulls Kailey up to her feet, getting another warning about using her hair but he ignores it again. He quickly shoves Kailey’s head between his legs (pause for another Thomas Moore joke… eh, never mind) and flips Kailey up onto his shoulders before DRIVING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A POWERBOMB!! NO! Kailey flips onto Swytch’s shoulders, and slides her legs off! She grabs his head as she drops down, PLANTING HIS FACE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT!

JH: Kailey countered the power bomb by Swytch!

TM: That was almost a Kailey-Go-Round!

JH: Minus the Go-Round.

Kailey uses all the strength she has left to shove push Swytch over onto his back and makes a quick cover!


[align=center]One!




Two!!




THREE!!!!





NNOOOOOOOO!!!!
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JH: Dammit! Dammit, how did he kick out?!

TM: He’s the greatest champion of all time! That’s how!

Kailey looks at Tony Clarke in disbelief but the ref tells her it was only a two count. Kailey drags Swytch back up, as difficult as the task is, and throws him back into the turnbuckle. Using the top rope to balance herself, Kailey begins firing kick after kick into the stomach of Swytch. She backs up, NAILING A LEAPING KICK OFF HIS LOWERED FACE! She runs in, leaping onto his thighs… AND GETTING DUMPED OVER THE TOP ROPE DOWN TO THE FLOOR!!

JH: OH MY GOD! Kailey was going for a monkey flip and Swytch just tossed her over the top rope like it was nothing!

TM: Did she land on her head?

JH: It doesn’t look like. But the fall was dangerous nonetheless.

Tony Clarke jumps to the outside, checking on Kailey and signaling that she’s okay to continue the contest. Swytch just slumps down to his ass in the corner, taking himself a little five minute break in the middle of a title defense. TC re-enters the ring, motions for Swytch to keep it in the ring before starting up his count.

JH: I don’t know if Kailey’s gonna be able to recover from that.

TM: Oh, come on! You’re the one that’s always defending her fighting spirit.

JH: Yes, she’s a tremendous competitor with a lot of heart but that was a long fall.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!


Kailey remains laid at ringside, motionless as the crowd start up a “KAI-LEE” chant and clap their hands in rhythm, attempting to will their fighter back into the ring. Kennedy makes her away along the ring to the corner Swytch is slumped in, checking to make sure her man is okay.

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!


Kailey stirs just enough to roll over onto her stomach. She tries to push herself up to her hands and knees but that’s easier said than done at this point. Regardless, that doesn’t stop her from continuing to try.

NINE!

TEN!

ELEVEN!

TWELVE!


Swytch bounds to his feet… but remains in the ring! He grabs Tony Clarke by the collar and begins yelling in the official’s face. Erm… why? TC cowers in fear, attempting to cover himself with his arms but no attacks are coming… at least none physical.

JH: What the hell is Swytch doing? Has he flipped out?!

TM: I have no idea. But Swytch! Kailey is getting counted out! Let it happen!

Or maybe she isn’t. Kailey finally manages to get to her feet, struggling to remain there but she does. At least until she’s nailed from behind by a clubbing blow from Kennedy!

JH: What the hell?! Get her off of her!

TM: No! Let ‘em go! This could get good!

Kennedy drags Kailey up to her feet and RUNS HER BACK-FIRST INTO THE APRON! She hooks her in a front facelock, pulls her away from the apron and then swings her leg, DRIVING KAILEY’S FACE AND HEAD INTO THE RINGSIDE MATS!!!

JH: UGH! Dammit! Kennedy’s Murder of One DDT and that’s exactly what she’s attempting to do out here! Murder Kailey’s chances at the Dual Crown Championship!

TM: Kailey’s head has been worked on through pretty much this entire match. That can’t be good.

Kennedy drags Kailey up and throws her into the ring under the bottom rope before hurrying away from the crime scene. Swytch releases Tony Clarke at this exact moment and allows the referee to see that Kailey is back in the ring… but not see that Kennedy put her there after a mugging at ringside.

JH: This is ridiculous! We all came to the conclusion that Kailey may have been counted out! We accepted it! She gave it her all but a nasty fall took her out. But this! What the hell was the point of that?!

TM: Dominance, Jonathan. It’s all about dominance. And Swytch and Kennedy have it!

Swytch drops to his knees and drags himself over to the ropes, once again meeting Kennedy with a cute little kiss that makes most of you all sick to think about. I guess he’s gotta congratulate his pupil on a job well done. Swytch gets back to his feet, and casually strolls over to the downed Kailey Lane. He grabs her arm and drags her lifeless body into the center of the ring before dropping into a lateral press, not even bothering to hook the poor woman’s leg.


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!!
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TM: HOLY SHIT!

JH: DID KAILEY JUST KICK OUT?!

TM: HOLY SHIT!!!

The crowd, Jonathan and Thomas, Kennedy… heck, even Tony Clarke all stare in amazement as Kailey manages to roll her shoulder off the canvas!

TM: It wasn’t in time! It was too late!

JH: No it wasn’t! Tony Clarke says it was a two!

Swytch’s head snaps in the direction of Tony Clarke, who shockingly holds up two fingers in Swytch’s direction. Swytch growls and lunges at Tony Clarke! TC bolts from the ring, managing to keep his liver intact for the now! Swytch turns his attention to Kailey, lifting her off the canvas… NO! KAILEY ROLLS HIM UP IN A SMALL PACKAGE!!!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
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TM: AHHH!!!

JH: A SMALL PACKAGE BY KAILEY! DID SHE GET IT?!

TM: Oh! Thank God she didn’t!

JH: Dammit!

Both competitors roll away from one another. Kailey gets to one knee, eyeing Swytch as she attempts to recover some energy before his next attack. Swytch, also to one knee, eyes his challenger with a look of angry alarm. They both slowly move to their feet in unison, waiting to see what the other is going to do.

DING-DING-DING!

The bell immediately sounds as SWYTCH IS SMACKED IN THE FACE WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!! Kailey’s mouth drops open in shock at the sight of Ragin’ standing over the champion with a chair in his hands.

JH: What the?! Ragin’ just came out of no where and wrapped that chair around the head of Swytch!

TM: He just got this match thrown out!

MA: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner and STILL Dual Crown Champion as a result of a disqualification… SSSWWYYYYTTCCHHH!

The crowd is worked up into a frenzy, booing and chanting all their evil remarks at the direction of Ragin’. The Master of Rage raises his head with a grin on his face. Kailey spins Ragin’ in her direction and NAILS HIM WITH A SHARP ELBOW TO THE FACE! She continues to lay into the surprised attacker, backing him into the ropes!

JH: And now Kailey’s opening up on Ragin’!

TM: Oh, she’s pissed and I love it when she’s pissed!

JH: She just got screwed out of the Dual Crown Championship because of Ragin’! Of course she’s pissed!

Ragin’ throws a wild knee at Kailey, halting her attack for just a brief moment. He uses that brief moment to lift Kailey onto his shoulders before LAYING HER OUT WITH THE FEATURE REMOVER!!!

JH: Dammit! Ragin’ just interrupted this match and laid out both competitors!

TM: You’ve heard Ragin’ ever since Summer of Sin! He’s not giving up on that Dual Crown Championship! And if he can’t challenger for it, no one else will!

JH: Ladies and gentlemen, that’s all the time we have for you tonight, I’m afraid. But we’ll be back here next week… and I hope Ragin’ gets some kind of punishment for this! Whether by Madison Lee or Swytch and Kailey! I couldn’t care less who extracts it!

TM: Oh, I’m sure they’ll be some kind of retribution handed out. And you wouldn’t dare miss it!

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