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| ReVolt; August 23rd, 2006 | |
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| Minister Wighty | Aug 24 2006, 02:35 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]GO! SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH! YEAH! GO! YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CON-FI-DENCE GO! SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH! YEAH! GO! SPIT OUT ALL REASON! YEAH![/align] Pyros EXPLODE from one side of the arena to the other in shades of red, white, blue, and green! The ReVolt logo swivels on the VolTrons as Mudvayne's "Determined" thunders across the audience! Jonathan Hitchen: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the ALLTEL Arena in North Littla Rock, Arkansas, U-S-A! I'm Jonathan Hitchen! Chip Martin: I'm Chip Martin! Constance Loire: And I'm Constance Loire! And this is... [align=center] ![]() ReVolt[/align] |
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| Minister Wighty | Aug 24 2006, 02:38 AM Post #2 |
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[align=center]..::||DARK MATCH||::..[/align] JH: We’re starting off new FIW era with a returning… CM: *reads the card* Oh god not him… CL: Are you guys serious? Legend! Absolute legend! JH & CM: HUH?! CL: Idiots! Cause he’s not, it’s Elrick! Moron. As the camera’s come to the ring in the ALLTEL Arena, we see a individual already standing in the ring, he stretches as he’s announced to the crowd. MA: INTRODUCING FIRST FROM SNOW LAKE, MANITOBA, CANADA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FOOT THREE INCHES… AUSTIN REYNOLDS!!!! …He gets a reaction, not a huge one but a reaction on the less, but the FIW fans then buzz even more the mixture of Slam! And TNT fans no him well enough to buzz when suddenly the guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage…[/i] [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] …The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. JH: He looks in good shape. CM: Your checking out Elrick? Man with his dress sense? CL: This is gonna be worse than sitting with my wife. Elrick stands there warming up as his opponent, the FIW try-out looks back, looking set to give Elrick a ride for his money, the referee calls for the bell and we kick off the first ever revolt with a dark match, Elrick and Austin circle the ring for a bit before they go for a lock up, Austin switching quickly into a wristlock, nicely swooping under now into a hammerlock, Elrick slaps his arm to keep the feeling in it as he tries to find a way out. Not succeeding he hit’s a few elbows into Austin’s head loosening the lock so he can weave his way out then grab Austin in a headlock, wrenching away but not for long as Austin lifts him into the air with a back suplex and lands Erick down hard. Not releasing but inverting it into a hammerlock again, causing Elrick to drop into a pinning predicament… [align=center]ONE… …NO SHOULDER UP![/align] CL: Elrick’s being out wrestled… like that’s hard. JH: He’s been training hard for this comeback! CM: That why he’s being pinned by a try-out? Greatness indeed… *coughs* …Elrick stands now, trying to get away from the hammerlock, which he does by swooping Austin’s foot from him and then backing off, shaking his arm to make sure feeling stays in it, Austin just warms himself up as he looks towards Elrick. Elrick then asks for another tie-up but as Elrick come sin, he gets a boot to the gut and then a knee to the face, taking him to one knee as Austin runs to the ropes comes back and nails him with a knee to the face, spinning Elrick to his back. Austin then stomps on Elrick, the fans now booing him as he looks to be getting some heat, he then smiles as he stomps down on Elrick fiercely as the fans get behind Elrick, trying to get him to his feet but Austin just stomps down on him harder as they clap. CM: Go on, kick his ass! Even if he has held Slam’s EEC… kick his ass! CL: Ha! Elrick’s getting his ass kicked… nothing new there. JH: You’re a pair of assholes you know that? CL: I do try. Austin then lifts Elrick to his feet, placing him in a suplex position, he goes for a suplex, but Elrick blocks the lift, cradling his leg, Austin tries again and fails once again, third time Elrick lifts him up, he then runs forward before releasing him, landing him on the ropes, one half in, one half out as his gut dangles on the ropes. Elrick then runs to the ropes and as he comes back nails Austin in the face with a Yakuza kick, he flies back into the ring clutching his face as Elrick really seems to be getting himself pumped up. He then turns calling for something as the fans know what it is, Elrick looks towards Austin as he stands and Elrick grabs him in a fallaway slam position, but Austin thrusts some punches into his head, making Elrick release. Austin land on his feet and knees Elrick in the gut, sending him to the ropes, on the way back Elrick gets lifted then driven into the ground with a Flapjack, he holds his gut as Austin smirks, signaling himself for something. JH: I hate to say this… but Elrick does look really slow doesn’t he? CM: Yes… yes he does. CL: He’s too busy farting and shit, man needs true talent, like me. Austin then moves to the turnbuckle, scaling it as he looks towards Elrick who’s climbing to his feet, Austin then signals for the end as he leaps off the top rope looking for a cross body, but Elrick catches him in a fall away slam, this time he looks towards the fans as Austin tries to get out Elrick DRIVES him down with a backbreaker, but he holds on standing up and then swinging him around DRIVING! him down with a swinging one arm slam! But Elrick doesn’t look done as he point to the top ropes… CL: Oh pin him you old fart. JH: Elrick ain’t going for the cover, why the hell? CM: I don’t know, go ask him, your “friends” I‘m sure. Elrick moves to the turnbuckle himself, scaling it and looking towards Austin, he then extends his elbow signaling for the move that sealed the fate of a few people, Elrick then DIVES off the top rope and hit’s a hard elbow drop, driving it into Austin’s chest as Austin catches his breath Elrick hooks the legs for the cover, the referee drops down to make the count... JH: ELRICKBOW!!!! CM: Get it over with… one… two… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE![/align] …Elrick stands up as the fans cheer, Austin lays there holding his chest still, Elrick celebrates as Austin gets taken out the ring by the referee, but before Michael can announce him the winner Elrick asks for the microphone. He gets it as he takes a breath the fans cheer, looking forward to seeing what he has to say… Elrick: Well damn… after almost getting my ass kicked gotta say it’s fucking good to be back home! Of course cheap plug, fans go fuckin nuts. Elrick: After this young kid did well, but no offence mate I had you beat so go back to training, you just got your ass killed. Now onto the important things, I am back and yes I do have some goals in mind, building my name is one of them, I don’t want to be another jobber, because I just ain’t… The fans agree chanting “Welcome back! Welcome back!”… CL: Fucking ass licker. JH: What? The guys back, I’m happy. CM: That’s because you suck, just like your cloth sense. …The fans clam down as Elrick brings the mic back to his lips. Elrick: So I’m setting a challenge, not to anyone in the roster… to Tier himself… to the now general manger of FIW, I want to show all of you I’m here to make my mark again, cause some hell like I did last time so I challenge you to put me in any match you like, against anyone you like, I set that to you Tier, answer when you like… Elrick’s back and he ain‘t going nowhere! 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| Minister Wighty | Aug 24 2006, 02:45 AM Post #3 |
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JH: Well Constance, you're the new one here. How's it feel to be in FIW at long last? CL: You act like this is A) an achievement, and I've never done commentary for you before. Consider me Joey fucking Styles; I'm doing this as a favor to a GREAT man with a GREAT wallet. If NGIW were to ever come back, I'd leave this shithole for it in a second.CM: Would you cut a crappy "shoot" promo before you did? CL: No. I'm surprised you even know what the word shoot means, you ingrate. JH: I can only assume that my commentary partner's irritation is at least in part to the presence of a certain superstar in our opening match of the night. CL: LOON! You plague me like... like... like some kind of PLAGUE!! The house lights fade as the opening chord to Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" rips through the speakers. As the chorus quickly follows, white strobes blink in time with the hard beats. [align=center]Crawl on me, sink into me Die for me, living dead girl Crawl on me, sink into me Die for me, living dead girl[/align] Kennedy pushes her way through the curtain, stepping center stage in the dark, only illuminated by the flickering strobes that chase away the darkness for a mere moment and then shorting out in the next. As she advances down the stairs, the house lights comes back up, lighting her way. She glances around at the crowd, showing no reaction to their various calls. JH: What a way to kick off the first ever ReVolt! With the woman that probably defines Tuesday Night Throwdown. CM: She never stepped foot on Slam!, though. JH: But she does have a pinfall victory over the former World Heavyweight Champion Sean Madrox. Back at 2003’s Genocide when he was still known as Slayer. CM: Can’t deny fact. And I think the fact is… Kennedy just may be the hottest lady in FIW today. CL: Wait till you set your deprived eyes on the lusciousness that is Ghost. Beautiful and deadly. She defines everything that is violent. MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! Reaching the ring, she dives in under the bottom rope, sitting up on her knees and staring out at the crowd beyond the ropes for a moment before climbing to her feet. She moves to the furthest turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope and looking out of the crowd and then dropping back down to the canvas to await the start of the contest. JH: I have to say I’m a little surprised to see Kennedy here tonight. She hasn’t been the most talkative superstar since Dangerous Liaisons. CM: I’m not really surprised. She’s a broken woman. A broken toy, if you well. Like the toy Swytch got tired of. JH: That’s one perverse way of looking at it, I suppose. CM: She needs to just stop whining about it and find a new lap to jump into. And I’m ready, willing and able. 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 Kennedy. MA: And the opponent! Hailing from Milan, Illinois; he weighs in at one-hundred and five pounds… LLLLOOOOOONNNN TWO-POINT-FIIIIVVVVE!!!! JH: Loon hasn’t had the greatest couple of weeks himself. He seems to be on a bit of losing streak ever since making the Cruiserweight Championship his goal. CM: A championship he failed to capture at Dangerous Liaisons. But it’s good he’s getting help. I always wondered when this little fucker would be admitted to a psychiatrist. I tell ya, it’s them kind of predictions you make and then laugh your ass off when they come true. JH: I have no doubt you do. Well, Kennedy embodies all things TNT and while Loon was a TNT competitor, I’d say it’s safer to say he embodies all things NGIW, wouldn’t you agree, Conse? CL: Oh dear sweet Osiris! Don’t bring down the good name of NGIW with the likes of Loon. There were many great athletes that embodied NGIW. This stain on humanity was at the very bottom of the barrel. I can guarantee that. Loon continues to bounce up and down in place, his eyes remaining on the somewhat somber Kennedy. Michaela Menendez checks with both competitors, making sure they’re ready to start before signaling for the bell. DING-DING! No sooner than the bell is rung, Kennedy lunges forward and turns Loon inside out with a flying lariat! She throws a leg over his abdomen, grabs a handful of his dreadlocks and begins hammering upside his face with a flurry of right hands! JH: Kennedy wasting little time in getting this thing started! CM: Haha! Loon didn’t even see that coming until he was staring up at the lights. I hope he’s enjoying the view. CL: He was never the brightest crayon in the box to begin with anyways. Kennedy tires of pummeling Loon’s face and drags him up to his feet. She locks him in a front facelock and throws a hard knee up into his sternum! She follows the attack up with another knee, and then another! Another finds itself buried in Loon’s sternum until Kennedy is relentlessly driving knee after knee up into Loon’s chest! She throws his arm over her neck and SNAPS HIM TO THE CANVAS WITH A SNAP SUPLEX! CL: A snap suplex by Kennedy, driving Loon into the canvas. I would marvel at Kennedy’s strength if Loon wasn’t as scrawny as a ten-year-old. CM: Loon, it starts getting sad when you’re getting your ass kicked by a woman. Kennedy nips back up to her feet, spinning around and cracking a kick upside the back of Loon’s head as he attempts to sit up. She grabs him by his dreadlocks, lifting him up to his feet. She grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the far corner, rushing into a reverse elbow from Loon! Loon runs out, grabbing Kennedy in a front facelock and driving her face into the canvas with a bulldog! JH: Loon isn’t gonna make this easy for Kennedy, driving her into the canvas with a running bulldog. CM: Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and again. Loon’s no exception, apparently. CL: He’s annoyingly made a career out of lucking into nuts. JH: Can we stop talking about nuts, please? Loon wastes no time in leaping onto the cover, hoping to capitalize on his quick move. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT BY KENNEDY![/align] Loon springs back up, pulling Kennedy up after him, only to hoist her up vertically in the air and SLAM HER DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A VERTICAL SUPLEX! He then leaps over Kennedy, springboards off the second rope and LANDS A CORKSCREW INTO THE CANVAS as Kennedy rolls aside! JH: Loon missing the Loonsault yet again! CM: That’s why the little fucker was in therapy. How can a wrestler go his entire career without hitting his finisher? Fucking insane! CL: I call it fucking pathetic but that’s just used to describe Loon in general. Kennedy gets back to her feet, runs in and cracks a soccer kick upside Loon’s ribs! She drags him up and whips him off the ropes… no, Loon counters the whip! Kennedy rebounds off the ropes, Loon prepares for her return… AND GETS THROWN ONTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!! JH: Loon looked to be going for a back body drop but lowered his head too soon. CM: Not only is his hair fucking dumb but so is he. I hope Kennedy pulled some of his hair out when she threw him down to the mat. CL: Kennedy is surprisingly aggressive here tonight. Almost bloodthirty. She’s usually flipping around the ring like… well, like Loon. Kennedy grabs Loon again, DRIVING HER KNEE RIGHT INTO HIS CROWN! She pulls him upright and fires a stinging right hand off his jaw! A second one backs him into the ropes before Kennedy whips him across the ring… no, Loon counters it once again! No, he pulls Kennedy into a boot to the midsection! But Kennedy catches it! AND LOON TAKES HER HEAD OFF WITH AN ENZUIGIRI!!!! JH: Nice execution on the enzuigiri by Loon! CM: Ouch! Gotta love that cracking sound, though. CL: Disappointing. Kennedy should’ve saw that coming. It’s a very common move by someone of Loon’s inability. Loon grabs one of Kennedy’s boots and drags her into the center of the ring. He ties up her first leg but Kennedy reaches up and drags him down into a small package-- No! Kennedy modifies the small package into a mounted position, laying into Loon with some more right hands! CL: Damn. Thought we might see something of actual interest from Loon with a figure-four. Shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. CM: It’s Loon for fucks sake! You should be surprised he was able to walk to the ring without falling over. JH: Loon may not have the most varied moveset or the most sparkling resume but he’s got a lot of heart and determination. He never gives up. And dammit, I think he deserves a lot more respect than you two are giving him out here. CL: And while we’re at it, why don’t we just respect every other bum off the streets. Kennedy drags Loon up to his feet by his hair (yet again), before whipping him back-first into the turnbuckle. She follows in after him, squashing him with a clothesline splash! She steps out of the corner, allowing Loon to stumble towards her, grabbing him a front facelock. She swings her leg, DRIVING HIM DOWN WITH AN EVENFLOW DDT!!! NOO! Loon fights out with shots to Kennedy’s ribs! He pushes her off of him and nails her with a high dropkick to the face! Loon once again leaps onto Kennedy, hooking her leg for another cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! ANOTHER KICK-OUT BY KENNEDY![/align] JH: Loon with yet another pinfall attempt there. That’s twice Loon’s tried for a quick pin. We’ve yet to see Kennedy try one. CL: As even the dumbest mark could see now, Kennedy isn’t out here to win this match. She’s punishing Loon. JH: What did Loon ever do to her? CL: Must I explain everything? This isn’t about Loon. He just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And I couldn’t be more thrilled about his luck. Loon gets back to his feet and pulls Kennedy up… just for her to bury a knee into his gut! Kennedy rears back and SLAPS the taste right out of Loon’s mouth! She takes him by the wrist and fires him into the far corner. She rushes into a reverse elbow, stumbling back into the center of the ring. Loon pulls himself up to the middle rope and LEAPS OFF INTO A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE FACE!!! CM: JUST FOR KICKS! Kennedy just knocked Loon’s teeth out with a JFK! Loon climbs back up to his feet, holding his face. Kennedy steps up behind him, grabbing him by his hair and yanking him backwards! She wraps an arm around his throat, jerking him from side to side by his neck. She jumps, wrapping her legs around his waist in a body scissors, dragging him down to the canvas! CL: A rear naked choke applied! Impressive submission. Very under appreciated these days. CM: What? Huh? I fell asleep. She’s still doing that move? JH: Kennedy calls this the Wicked Lullaby. A very fitting name, I’d have to say. CL: That sounds familiar to me for some inexplicable reason. As Conse ponders that, Loon scratches and claws at the canvas, trying to fight out of the hold Kennedy has synched in. Michaela gets right up on the action, checking to make sure Kennedy’s sleeper doesn’t work its way into an illegal choke. Loon has no where to go and no choice but to tap Kennedy’s arm like crazy! DING-DING-DING! MA: Here is your winner… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! JH: Kennedy picks up the victory here tonight with the rear naked choke! CL: Can we just watch Loon tap to the rear naked choke all night long? CM: Wha? Huh? I’m up again. CL: The match is over and Kennedy isn’t releasing the hold on Loon! A woman after my own heart. The bell rings repeatedly as “Living Dead Girl” reprises over the speaker and Michaela tries to pry Kennedy’s arms off Loon’s throat. Kennedy eventually breaks the hold, allowing Michaela to pull Loon free, a twisted grin forming on Kennedy’s lips as she stares at her incapacitated opponent. She climbs back to her feet and immediately scales the turnbuckle, raising an arm in celebration. However, "Living Dead Girl" is abruptly cut short, as are Kennedy’s celebrations as the victorious former Dual Crown Champion turns toward the stage. JH: What the hell is this? Kennedy’s eyes darken as she drops back to the canvas and turns her attention towards the VolTron as it kicks into life and begins to replay the beginning of the end for the woman in the ring. It depicts the events that took place just over a week ago at Dangerous Liaisons, right before the Dual Crown Championship match. [align=center]"If you want them, then claim them. It’s time for God to stand back and let mediocrity shine." With that, he drops the mic on the canvas and stands in the ring, looking over his would be opponents one last time. Swytch turns his back on them and leaves the ring, walking up the aisle.[/align] Kennedy’s eyes are glued to the screen as she tries to fight back the emotions that boil below the surface. Her fists clench, knuckles slowly draining of color as she glares at the screen, forced to watch the man she loves walking up the aisle and out of FIW. Out of her life. CM: Why are we seeing this again? CL: More importantly, why is she seeing this again. Someone’s giving Kennedy one last mind fuck. The screen flickers once more, this time turning to static before displaying the FIW logo as the apparent "technical difficulties" are dealt with. Moment’s later it changes again to pick up the camera feed and it displays a very stern faced Kennedy staring up at the giant screen. She casts her eyes to the side as her face fills the VolTron, but she glances up again as she hears a slow, deliberate clapping sound emanating from the stage. CM: What the..!? CL: Ghost! Ghost is here! All is well! Kennedy’s eyes narrow as she turns her glare upon the former NGIW Hellcat. Ghost steps out onto the main stage, flanked by her lover Ed and clapping her hands in a mocking manner. Around her waist rests the V’s Flycore championship belt. She retrieves a mic from the back of her pants and raises it to her smirking lips. "Congratulations, Kenn, you managed to beat The Loon. All that training really paid off, huh?" She smirks as she steps forward down onto the aisle, and slowly saunters her way toward the ring. CL: Awesome! Ghost’s gonna rip the shit out of Kennedy! Just like she did at Black & White! JH: Er, I believe Kennedy won that encount -- CL: Shut up Hitchen! Ghost’s gonna talk. "Sorry about the little trip down memory boulevard," She motions to the large screen behind her as she makes her way toward the ring, and a very pissed off looking Kennedy, "Just wanted to grab your attention. Say, just how many men do you plan to seduce and then run out of the fed? First Maclay, now Swytch? This some subtle way of eliminating the competition?" JH: Oh please, poor thing’s been through enough lately without having to put up with this. CL: Let her speak! JH: Why? CL: ….’Cos….she’s hot. Ghost and Ed meander their way round to the ring steps and climb them to the apron where Ghost saunters along toward the centre before ducking through and setting boot to canvas. She moves into Kennedy’s personal space, mic raised to her lips as they entertain a mischievous grin. Ed hovers in the background, ready to provide backup if needed. Ghost stares into her own reflection as she sees it tinted green in Kennedy’s eyes. Her lips part, "Get the fuck out of my ring." Kennedy clenches her fists tighter, eyes piercing Ghost’s with razor sharp, laser tipped daggers. She shifts her weight and… walks off, shoving past Ghost as she makes her way toward the ropes. CL: Well that was an anti-climax. CM: This is one of TNT’s greatest champions? Pfft, you guys sucked. JH: This isn’t exactly an easy time for her. Any other night and Ghost would be on the floor right now, begging for mercy. CL: There isn’t a single part of that sentence that doesn’t turn me on. Ghost runs her studded tongue along her top lip as she turns to watch Kennedy walk away. Her eyes glance from side to side as the crowd jeer the interloper, but it only serves to intoxicate the Hellcat. Kennedy steps through the ropes, stopping on the apron to glare back at the woman drudging up her past. She shakes her head in disgust before dropping down to the floor and heading towards the entrance. "Now, down to business." She addresses the crowd as Kennedy steps up onto the stage and disappears into the back, "Some of you will know me from my days cracking skulls in NGIW," The NGIW lifers in the crowd cheer on cue and begin an "NGIW" chant. She pauses to indulge them, but time is money, "Yes indeed. Others will know me from my short but successful domination of The V’s Flycore division." She pats the metal plate, a proud smile forming on her lips, "And then there are those who don’t know me from Eve. I’m just some chick Kennedy threw around a while back at that interpromotional pay per view, if you slack jawed idiots can even remember that far back." The fan’s jeer. Ghost is pleased. "Whether you know me or not is irrelevant, ‘cos I’m here to stay. And I mean to make an impact." CL: Ghost and Ed in FIW, I knew there’d be an upside to joining this crap heap of a show. JH: Well if she plans to stay she’s gonna have to dump that thing wrapped around her waist. That means nothing here. "So why did I make my FIW debut in such a way?" She continues, looking around at the attentive audience, "Why run in and lay waste to your beloved Cruiserweight champion? Well to be honest I thought someone with the words "Ninja" and "Extreme" in his name would have put up more of a fight. I guess I should have paid more attention to the "number two" part. Ah well, live and learn." JH: She jumped him with a freakin’ chair and she expects him to put up a fight? CL: If he really was a ninja then he would have. "I’m a four time flyweight champion, spread over three different titles, including this one right here. Seems every fed I’ve been in I’ve risen to the top of the cruiser division and decimated the competition I found there, so I figure why should this place be any different." She paces about the ring as she speaks, not really looking at the audience anymore, merely concentrating on her words, "So I turn up and find this guy calling himself an "Extreme Ninja" is running around as your Cruiserweight champion and I think…what a fucking abomination." The audience jeer, and why not? Who doesn’t love the mute little fella. "The word extreme is bandied about too freely these days. It’s a marketing ploy, put an X on something to make it sexy or dangerous or both. Well I’m no fucking marketing ploy!" She raises her voice as she glares out at the crowd, deadly fucking serious now as she continues, "That poncy little ninja you all love knows nothing of extreme. I’ve got more extreme in my left tit then he has in his entire body. But what would you guys know, huh? All these years of watching FIW. The noble fighting spirit of TNT, the lame WWE hardcore stylings of Slam. What do you people know of real hardcore violence?" CL: Ya know, she’s got a point. CM: Slam wasn’t lame. JH: And what the hell is wrong with a bit of fighting spirit? "Well you’re about to know." She reaches round her back and unhooks the V title belt from around her waist and holds up for all to see. "‘Cos this is me declaring The V Flycore Championship an unofficial title of Full Intensity Wrestling." JH: WHAT!? She can’t do that! It’s not allowed. CL: I don’t think she rightly gives a crap Hitchen. Ghost turns to the entrance as the fans cheer and jeer and basically make a hell of a lot of noise amongst themselves. "As of now, Ninja, your pussy little belt is the second most prestigious flyweight title on the roster. You truly are number two, and if you wanna change that you’re gonna have to learn the true meaning of extreme. Enjoy the show." She drops the mic to the canvas and it’s feedback is quickly replaced by Alice Cooper’s "Poison" blaring through the speakers. She heads for the ropes, motioning to Ed to follow her and the two lovers make their exit up the aisle. JH: Well that was interesting. Ghost has actually declared the V’s Flycore championship an eligible title here on FIW. AND proclaimed it to be superior to the Cruiserweight title. CM: Can she even do that? CL: She just did, chuckles. Ghost is gonna bring the blood bring the pain to Full Intensity Wrestling, and you boys are gonna learn what true extreme is. JH: Well folks next up we have three debutees looking to make their mark on FIW. The enigmatic Jack Lovecraft, the feisty, if a little unstable, Panther, and the all American dream, The Dragon. CL: Lovecraft, Panther and The Dragon. What happened to normal names, like Mike…and Patty. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following is a Triple Threat Welcome to FIW match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Mass! She, is, PANTHEEEEEEEEEEER!!! The lights around the arena cut violently to Black. The opening riff of “Before I'm Dead” starts up through the speakers, followed by the words; [align=center] moon hangs round a blade over my head reminds me what to do before I'm dead night consumes light and all I dread reminds me what to do before I'm dead Sun reclines tease my mind reminds me what to leave behind light eats night and all I never said reminds me what to do before I'm... To see you to touch you to see you to touch you[/align] An explosion goes off around the outskirts of the stage as the beat kicks in; purple and pink strobe lighting pulsing throughout the arena, mist quickly fills the stage as Panther crawls out. When she is in the center she slowly gets up and almost instantly she begins to dance wildly shaking her hips she moves further down the ramp. The lusty calls of the men in the audience can just be made out over the music, she begins to run her hands over her body, running her hands through her long thick brown hair. CM: Aw yeah, work it baby! JH: Would you sit down! …Is that a dollar? When she reaches the ring she grabs hold of the ropes with one hand the other continues to run through her hair. Her eyes hold mischief her lips curled in a smile flipping over the top rope she continues her seductive dance in the middle of the ring until her music fades out and awaits the start of the match. CL: Well I like her already. The lights go dim as "Headstrong" by Trapt begins to play throughout the arena, red strobe lights then begin to flash, rotate, and light up the stage and gold pyro begins to shower down to the left and right of The Dragon as he appears on stage. MA: And her opponent, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 250lbs! He, is, THE DRAGOOOOOOOOOON!!! With his head down and standing there for a few second, he then looks up and begins to confidently walk his way down to the ring. CM: Booo! Bring back the stripper! JH: She’s not a stripper numbnuts she’s -- CM: TAKE IT OFF! JH: Oh for heaven’s sake. I can’t believe I actually miss Moore. As The Dragon makes his way to the ring he pauses infront of the stairs and looks out into the crowd before running up the stairs and into the ring. The Dragon then makes his way to the left turnbuckle, climbs up it, and lifts both arms in the air and flexes his chest and arm muscles as he pauses for a few seconds and then climbs back down in anticipation of the beginning of the match. CL: Lookit soldier boy out there flexing his muscles, I hope Lovecraft kicks his arse. Terrible, howling screams of torment, hunger, and agony sweep through the sound system as the lights die, soon followed by the melancholy choir. Red lights glow on the stage as it floods with fog. Drums and cymbals chime in, and Jack Lovecraft and the Erinyes step out from the entryway into the eddies of mist. Jack steps all the way to the edge of the stage and looks out over the crowd as the guitars begin and jam ultra-hard along with the drums. White strobes flash on the stage in time with the music, then stop with a ding. [align=center][doHTML]<table><td style="filter:glow(color=FF0000 strength=3)"><center>ON THE RIVER OF TEARS<br> BODIES OF KILLED WARRIORS LIE<br> FALLEN VALKYRIES AS BROKEN FLOWERS<br> THE BRAVEST WARRIORS<br> SEIZED BY THE COLD HANDS OF DEATH<br> WIND COVERS THEIR BODIES WITH ASHES<br> COVERS THEM IN A BLANKET OF RED</center></td></table>[/doHTML][/align] CM: More hunnies, hey this gig’s working out alright. JH: So how many god’s do we have in this fed now? CL: I’ve counted three so far. Jack, Tier and I think I saw Buddha working the merchandise stand. JH: Really? You’d think he’d be against selling material possessions. CL: Ya’d think. MA: And finally, from the lowest layers of the darkest depths of the most terrible hell of your worst nightmares, weighing in at 244lbs, JACK, LOOOOOOVECRAAAAAAFT!!! As Graveland's River of Tears assaults the listeners' ears, Jack and his ladies make their way down the steps and to the ring. Jack climbs the stairs at the corner as Aly, Meg, and Tissa entwine themselves around the ropes to create a wide opening for him. He caresses them with a hand as he passes, steping through the opening and into the ring. The ladies climb in as well, fawning over him as they remove his coat. With a hand gesture he sends them away to ringside, and the house lights rise as Jack is prepared for his match. Mark Jackson calls all three newbs into the centre of the ring and explains to them the rules of combat. They nod they’re understanding and he directs them all back to their corners. CM: Jackson could use a moustache trimmer. Seriously, it’s like a hairy slug up and died on his top lip. JH: I think it’s a fine ‘tache. CM: You would. CL: Please, all this moustache talk at the commentating booth is bringing back painful memories. Ack, I can still hear his voice ringing in my ear. As Chip and Jonathon glance warily at each other and Conse tries to dig the memories out of his ear canal, Jackson signals for the bell to be struck. DING, DIGN!!! The three combatants look around the ring, glaring at each other one by one as they cautiously creep forward. The tension builds as all they eye each other, each waiting for one of the others to make the first move. They don’t have to wait long, as Tira gets bored of standing around and CHARGES at The Dragon! JH: And we’re off! She barrels into him, throwing all of her 125lbs at the Texan and knocking him back into his own corner. As his back bounces off the turnbuckles Panther turns and throws both her feet up into a Dropkick aimed right at Lovecraft’s head, but the cult leader deftly dodges and swats her away. Panther is undeterred though as she quickly returns to her feet and lunges at Jack, only for him to catch her by the wrist, spin her round and whip her back into The Dagon’s corner! She crashes into the ‘buckles just as Bonnette rolls himself out! He shoots a kick to her midsection for good measure before turning his attention to Jack and charging him with an outstretched arm! Jack ducks the clothesline attempt but Dragon keeps on charging, right into the ropes at the opposite end of the ring. He rebounds, and Jack spins round just in time to take a Spinning Wheel Kick to the jaw! He drops to the canvas and The Dragon springs back up, into a Shuffle Side Kick from The Panther! JH: I believe she calls that the Head on Collision! And this match as been non-stop action thus far! CM: My money’s on Panther. Or it will be. *waves dollar bill* As Dragon writhes around on the canvas holding his jaw, Lovecraft hauls his ass back up and shakes away the after effects of the Spinning Wheel Kick. Panther stalks around behind him, adopting a pose not unlike her namesake before rushing in and wrapping her arm around his head! She runs forward and leaps into the air, looking to plant him face first into the white with a Bulldog, but Jack catches her mid leap, heaves her up and dumps her into the canvas with a Backdrop! JH: Nice counter from Jack there. As he stands he finds himself spun around and RATTLED by a big right hand from Dragon! The Houston native peppers him with a few more rights and lefts and backs Jack into the ropes, where he takes his wrist and shoots him back across the ring! Jack rebounds and comes hurtling back into lifting Flapjack, and get his throat dropped across the top rope! CM: Guillotine Flapjack from The Dragon! HA! Flap-JACK! Get it! D’ya get it!? CL: I get it, quit nudging me! CM: *whispering to Hitchen* I don’t like him. Jack flops to the canvas clutching his throat and rolls into the ropes, where his three lovely followers flock around him to check if he’s ok. Jackson seems bemused by the attention he garners and quickly shoos the girls away, though they don’t appear happy about being told to scoot. CM: Shooing away beautiful young women. He may look like Tom Selleck but he certainly doesn’t act like him. Dragon reaches down and drags Lovecraft back to his feet. He raises a STIFF knee into Jack’s gut to keep him complaint but as he turns something else catches his eye. He has no time to move as Panther comes FLYING off the top rope with a DIVING CROSSBODY, CRASHING into BOTH Jack and Dragon and taking all three competitors down to the canvas! JH: Panther’s taken both men down! CL: But the silly bitch didn’t do herself any favours with that move. She rolls off the man pile and onto her back, wrapping her arms around her abdomen after slamming it against both her opponents. Dragon rolls to the side and stares up at the lighting rigs while Lovecraft lands back next to the ropes. Once again the ref has to shoo his women away but their brief presence seems to have been enough to will their leader back into the world of the awake. He reaches out and grabs at the bottom rope, then the middle, and gradually pulls himself back to his feet. On the other side of the ring, Panther sees his ascension and pushes the pain aside as she too begins to stand, and across from her The Dragon begins to rise. JH: All three opponents are rising, this could go anyway right here. Whoever can take the advantage now could go on to pick up their very first win here in FIW. Jack and The Dragon are up first, and Dragon charges in! He dashes across the ring and throws out arm for a LARI--NO!! Jack ducks the arm! He reaches round and hooks him up, AND SPINS HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE… CL: MORTIVORE!! CM: Sweet pot of coffee! Dragon got folded in half!! Where ever we jet off to next we can take him in the overhead compartment. Dragon remains folded into the canvas for a few seconds before his lower half gives into gravity and flops to the floor. Jack looks to make the pin, but there’s a certain puddy tat to take care of first. Panther too charges in and leaps into the air with a SPINNING WHEEL -- OF NOTHINGNESS as Jack catches her in mid air!! He dumps her down in front of him and hooks her straight into a Front Chancery, before lifting his leg up and DROPPING ACROSS HER THROAT AS HE DRIVES HER INTO THE CANVAS!!! CL: OVERDOSE DELUSION!! JH: Jack is on fire! Both his opponents lay lifeless at his feet, and this match is all but over! Jack drops and pins Panther to the mat! [align=center]One! Two!! THREE!!![/align] “River of Tears” blasts through the speakers to signify the triumphant victory of Jack Lovecraft. MA: Here is your winner, JACK, LOOOOOOOVECRAAAAAAAFT!!! The Erinyes flood the ring and bounce around congratulating their man on his first ever FIW win! JH: A solid victory for Lovecraft on his debut appearance here in the FIW, and I’m sure the first of many to come. CM: I’m gonna go give Panther mouth to mouth. CL: Do Dragon too while you’re down there. CM: Eww man. Jack leaves the ring with his arms raised in victory, his music seeing him up the aisle as his women follow his lead and shower him with rejoiceful words. [align=center]-- IN STRANRAER, SCOTLAND PART 1 --[/align] Johnny Moon, best friend of FIW's newest wrestling sensation: 'The Highland Warrior' Willie McPhee, is walking down a Glasgow street. He reaches his destination...the pub! Johnny is about to walk inside when he looks down to spy four beer barrels on the ground. Johnny kicks one, the metal barrel clangs and he winces. Johnny reaches down, he attempts to pick the biggest one up but struggles and can't lift it. He drops it back down with a clunk. He then tries to pick up the smallest one and still he can't lift it. Johnny: Bollocks. Just as Johnny curses the barrel and it's companions, none other than Scottish legend Willie McPhee is heard whistling! McPhee wanders into shot, his hands in his jeans pockets as he heads towards his home from home (the pub). Johnny calls to his friend, sending McPhee into a sprint towards him. Johnny: Look at this! It's a miracle right here in Stranraer! Willie: Oh here ya arr me lovelies! Free beer! Johnny: This is a blessed day! Willie picks up the biggest barrel with one hand and places it on his shoulder! Johnny appears amazed by the show of strength from 'The Highland Warrior'. Johnny: How've you done that? Willie: Free beer! Let's go! Johnny and Willie run off down the street, Willie has the barrel over his shoulder and they run away from the pub! [cue special effect speedy uppy TV device] The two lads run through housing estates, under a bridge, around a pond and through a field [special effect stops] before Willie slows down. He puts the barrel down on the ground and an impatient Johnny turns around, still bouncing on the spot. Johnny: What are you stopping for? Is the landlord after us? 'The Highland Warrior' puts his hands on his hips in disbelief. Willie: Aye John, ah thooght th' best hin' tae dae wood be to stop an' let heem catch up. Johnny: So what are you stopping for? Willie: It's bludy heavy! I've got a sprained knee! Have ye ne'er carried 50 pints? Johnny: Only in my bladder! Willie: Ye carry it the rest o' tha way. Johnny: I would but...I've got a dodgy wrist. Willie: Use yer other arm 'en. Johnny: I can't! I really would but it's the one I use to pleasure myself...and others. Willie shakes his head. Johnny: I'll coach you though, I'll be good at that. Willie: I'm only carrying it to my garage. Scotland's favourite FIW son (Like Dez ever counted?!) picks the beer barrel back up, Johnny starts jumping up and down on the spot once more. Johnny starts his military like chanting... Johnny: CARRYING BEERS WHAT WILL DOES BEST! HUH! HUH! HIS KEG'S BIGGER THAN ALL THE REST! Willie: Ye twat. Johnny: HE MAY NOT BE WEARING A VEST! SO NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT...ER...JO GUEST! HUH! HUH! ONE, TWO...BIG BREAST...THREE, FOUR! The scene fades as Willie begins to run forward with Johnny running alongside him, 'coaching'. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] |
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| Minister Wighty | Aug 24 2006, 02:51 AM Post #4 |
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The scene cuts away and all that can be seen now is a dark screen. But it doesn’t last long though as Motorhead’s ‘Line In The Sand’ begins to play in the background. As the song starts up, slightly blurred images flash across the screen before fading out as the words… [align=center]JIM O’BRIEN: A LOOK BACK TO THE PAST PART 1 August 14, 2005…[/align] …appear on the screen. The words fade out and now on the screen, a hazy effect appears giving the illusion of a dream-like image as clips of the Ultimate Endurance match between Jim O’Brien and Brighty appear on the screen, though these clips seem to only focus on Jim losing the match. Clip 1: He nails a right hand to the face before going underneath a right hand attempted by Brighty and locking in a standing sleeper hold. Brighty is still too strong to let that stop him though and he back peddles, sending Jim backward into the corner…but Jim still has the hold locked in. Brighty takes a step forward and lunges back smashing Jim into the corner once again. This time the hold is released and Brighty steps away from Jim before turning to face him. JH: That’s exactly what I was talking about. These two have been fighting hard back and forth, neither one is gonna have an easy time keeping the other down. TM: I doubt that. It’s pretty easy to keep Brighty down. Just knock him down once and he can’t get up because of his fatness. On the outside Reverend Crawford is seen cheering on Jim, seemingly trying to will him back into the attack on Brighty. In the ring Brighty stands a few steps away from Jim AND HE LUNGES FORWARD AND NAILS JIM WITH A HUGE LARIAT SMASHING HIM IN THE CORNER. Jim rebounds out from the impact AND BRIGHTY ONCE AGAIN THROWS HIS ARM ACROSS JIM’S CHEST SENDING HIM BACK INTO THE CORNER WITH A HUGE IMPACT! Once again Jim rebounds out of the corner AND ONCE AGAIN GOES RIGHT BACK IN THANKS TO THE HUGE FOREARM OF BRIGHTY FORCING HIM IN! Brighty grabs Jim by the head and pulls him out of the corner clubbing the back of his head in the process. Another club to the back of the head forces Jim to hunch forward AND BRIGHTY GRABS JIM AROUND THE HEAD AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A HUGE DDT! Clip 2: I don’t think that’ll happen right now as Brighty rolls over and clambers to his feet and looks down at Jim who is down on the mat. He grabs him by the head and lifts him to his feet. He moves over to the rope and tosses Jim right back to the outside and Jim tumbles to the mats below. JH: It seems Brighty isn’t done with Jim here and he’s taking him to the outside. TM: This can’t be good Hitchen. We saw what Jim did to Brighty out there, who knows what Brighty can do to Jim. Brighty climbs through the middle and top ropes out onto the floor and grabs Jim by the head AND SLAMS IT DOWN ONTO THE BARRIER ON THE OUTSIDE. Jim stumbles backward leaning on the apron behind him AND BRIGHTY NAILS A STIFF KICK TO THE GUT OF JIM BEFORE GRABBING HIM BY THE HEAD AND RUNNING BACKWARD RAMMING HIS HEAD RIGHT INTO THE GUARDRAIL! JH and TM: Oh my God!! JH: Jim’s head just got bashed right into the guardrail! TM: That can’t be good Hitchen! Brighty could have done some major damage to Jim there! JH: Indeed he could have. Suddenly the screen effect disappears and the clips from that match are replaced with clips from the impromptu match between Jim and Samael at Dangerous Liaisons, seemingly only showing the pieces where Samael had the upper hand in the battle. The sounds of Motorhead’s ‘Line In The Sand’ are replaced with Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage as the clips appear. Clip 1: Jim goes for the kill as he raises the Trash Can to the air! But Samael connects with a kick to Jim's midsection! Jim groans as he doubles over as Samael shakes the cobwebs out. Samael then nails a Knee Lift into the Garbage Can AND GOES STRAIGHT INTO JIM'S FACE! Jim hits the floor hard as Logan Black looks on from inside the confines of the squared circle, nothing he can do as this match is No Holds Barred. JH: This could be the start of something sick & twisted, Thomas. Looking over the career of The Monster of TNT, it's safe to say that Jim O'Brien is one of the most extreme wrestlers in Tuesday Night Throwdown history. But we also know Samael is known to have a dark, violent side as well. I still have nightmares of that street fight for the Fighting Spirit Championship he had with Dez over a year ago. Clip 2: Seeing that Samael is prone in a corner, Jim charges the Death Angel! But Samael gets the Staple Gun up and on impact, SHOOTS A STAPLE INTO JIM'S ABDOMEN! Jim howls in pain as he stumbles backward clutching at his stomach, but Samael grabs ahold of Jim's left arm AND SHOOTS A STAPLE INTO JIM'S FOREARM! AND ANOTHER! JH: Oh my God! He's shooting those staples right where Jim had to recieve over 75 stitches following his match at Anarchy In The UK! TM: Jim's gonna lose his arm! AGAIN! The clips slowly fade away as Holy Diver continues on in the background. Soon the music fades as well and the scene is returned to the three commentators seated at the announce table. JH: I think we all know who’s behind that video package there. You saw the clips between Samael and Jim O’Brien from this past Sunday’s Dangerous Liaisons pay-per-view. As if what he did to him then wasn’t enough, now he has to try and humiliate the man! CM: Haha! Jim was getting his ass kicked, not just by Samael but also by Brighty! That was great! JH: Samael should at least show some semblance of humbleness. Afterall, Jim did get his shots in too. But I guess that’s not Samael’s way. Nonetheless folks, we’ve got more great action for you all here tonight. Let’s get back to it! CL: Yeah, I hope you all enjoyed that piss break. Jim O'Brien. What a waste! JH: Hey, those were the days, Constance. CL: Yeah, when everything sucked. Don't we have a hardcore handicap match coming up? Let's watch that. It HAS to suck less. JH: Well people the next match scheduled is a tag match and by that I mean Kailey Lane and Jeremy Jacobs will be facing Toan and his unannounced partner! CM: Toan is still yet to announce who is his partner is going to be in this hardcore tag team match up, what’s up with that? CL: I can’t believe that we have to sit threw a damn hardcore match, what the hell is the purpose of seeing wrestlers beat the living shit out of each other with chairs and ladders? CM: Its all about the blood Constance, it gets me all jittery on the inside, I’m on the edge of my seat already! The tunes of “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Hardcore Jesus walks threw the curtains… He stands on the top of the walkway, looking out at the people in attendance with a crazed grin… Toan raises his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the stage to erupt! MA: Making his way down to the ring weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds and hailing from The Kingdom of Pain. He is the ‘HARDCORE JESUS’ TOOOAAAN!!! As they then die down before Toan lows his arms and walks down the walkway, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur… Toan reaches the apron before sliding into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure. Toan then hops down and leans in his corner for the match to start. CM: There he is guys, Slam!’s resident Deathmatch bastard, I can easily say that this match will spill blood. JH: Toan is an impressive wrestler, but you must remember Chris this isn’t Slam! no longer, as both shows have merged he is simply a face in the roster. He still has to prove himself here on ReVolt CL: I’m still wondering who in the hell his partner is going to be. "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with thumbs up. Closely behind her is J.J. as he makes his entrance as Kailey is half way down the walkway. MA: Making her way down to the ring accompanied by her tag team partner…weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and five pounds. They are KAAAILEEEY LAAANE & JAY JAY!!! When they reaches the ring, they slides in between the middle and top ropes then wave to the crowd as they both prepare themselves for their match. JH: Well Kailey Lane and JJ came out together so I guess Toan was unable to find a partner and the match will start off as a handicap match. CM: Give Toan a damn weapon and he will be able to take care of himself. CL: Again I don’t understand the concept of having a tag team hardcore match. Referee Fuzz looks over at Toan and he shrugs his shoulders as he goes to call the start of the match, but everyone is interrupted when the crowd begins to heavily jeer and hiss as Onikage makes himself known and begins to descend the stairs smack in the middle of the crowd. He makes his way down to the floor and shuffles his way through the FIW fans and he hops the barricade, everyone is expecting him to slide in the ring and he doesn’t. Instead he walks over to the side and he grabs himself a chair and opens and situates it by ringside and takes himself a seat, to top it off he grabs a box of popcorn from a random fan in the front row. CL: I almost swallowed my tongue, I thought Onikage was going to be Toan’s partner in this match, but thank god he isn’t. CM: I personally think that they would make a great team, but everyone has their own personal opinions. JH: Toan is still without a partner. [align=center]Ding, Ding!!![/align] Once again Fuzz stands in the middle of the ring with his hand in the air as Toan steps up and Kailey starts the match for her team. The bell is rung and Toan walks to the middle of the ring egging for Kailey to come close to him and she hesitates for a second, but she charges and she nails him with a spinning leg lariat and it catches Toan by surprise and he stumbles backwards into the corner turnbuckle holding the back of his head. Kailey is quickly up to her feet and she motions for Toan to get up and he does with a smile smacked across his face as he pulls out a fork from within his boot. The southern girl takes a breathe of air as Toan begins to fiddle with the fork in each hand before trying to stab Kailey with it, but she is able to dodge all the attempts and she capitalizes with a dropkick and Toan stumbles to the outside of the ring. JH: Kailey is able to fight off Toan after he pulled that fork from his boot, what the heck was he thinking about bringing in silverware into the match? CM: What hell type of match do you think this is Jonathan? It’s a damn hardcore match it is perfectly legal in this match, hell he can bring in his grandmother’s china set if he wants. CL: That must be a nasty fall to the outside. Toan is laying on the concrete surrounding the ring holding the back of his head as he looks around on the floor for his fork, but it is nowhere in eyesight so he crawls under the ring searching for an object to use on Kailey. Meanwhile in the ring Kailey waits as Toan pulls out a chair and he gets up to his feet and Kailey launches herself over the top rope and executes a plancha on Toan, both crash down on the concrete floor with the chair in between them causing pain on both ends. CM: Toan looking to take Kailey out with the chair, but it back fired on him! JH: Kailey was waiting for the right moment to deliver that plancha and it looks like it affected both wrestlers. CL: This match hasn’t really appealed to me, I would have rather seen Onikage in the match and without the ridiculous hardcore rules. Kailey is holding her midsection as she uses the barricade to hoist herself to her feet, she grabs the chair and slides it into the ring before turning around and grabbing Toan by the red hair and rolling him back into the ring. Toan rolls around as he clutches his wrist and Kailey grabs the chair and she holds it above head waiting for Toan to get up to his feet the crowd is behind Kailey as JJ watches in the corner hoping that she can deliver. Toan begins to crawl to the ropes using it for leverage and as he turns around Kailey blasts him in the head with the chair and he stumbles backwards and he is busted wide open on his forehead and blood begins to trickle down. Kailey is amazed that he is still standing and she goes for another blast with the chair, but Toan ducks down and she hits the top rope dropping the chair. CM: OUCH! JH: And there you have Chip you have your blood shed that you have been dying for since the beginning of the match…are you happy now? CM: I couldn’t be more excited Jonathan. JH: Kailey did a number on Toan’s forehead with that chair, I’m just surprised that she didn’t connect with second chair shot. Toan is on his knees and he is wiping the blood from his forehead as Onikage is still by ringside almost half way done with the box of popcorn as he doesn’t express any kind of facial expression over what just happened. Kailey walks over and she tags in JJ into the match and Toan begins to smile as he pulls himself up to his feet, JJ charges at Toan and he leaps into the air for a clothesline, but Toan ducks and JJ lands on the turnbuckle hitting his jaw. JJ turns around and he holds his jaw with his right hand and Toan is right behind him and he grabs him by the head and delivers a vicious headbutt sending the prospect down to the canvas with a bruised forehead. Toan once again reaches down into his boots and this time he is able to pull out a contractor pencil and JJ just looks at him with a raised eyebrow. CL: I don’t understand why Toan has a contactor pencil in his boot, maybe he is looking to construct something? JH: Did you see hoe much air JJ had when he went soaring through the air, but it didn’t end well when he smacked down on the top rope turnbuckle. CM: Toan is always trying to smuggle something into the match, let’s see what he does with this instrument. JJ begins to crawl back to his partner Kailey, but Toan is able to stop him in the middle of the ring and he digs in the back of JJ’s midsection with the contractor pencil and the lead breaks off in his skin and Toan has a smile spread from ear to ear. JJ pulls the lead out of his gut and he begins to bleed and the sight of his own blood on makes him hyperventilate and he kicks Toan’s second attempt and scatters over to Kailey tagging in the southern bell. Kailey enters the ring through the middle rope and she looks at Toan who again begins to play with her as he tries to stab the former Cruiserweight Champion, but she dodges every attempt. Kailey is able to kick the pencil from Toan’s hand, but in return Toan is able to land a forearm smash knocking Kailey back. JH: Kailey is back in the ring with Toan after Toan stabbed JJ in the midsection with that contractor’s pencil! CM: I think he can get lead poisoning from something like that right? JH: Well I’m pretty sure after the match that JJ will be seeing FIW’s resident doctor, Dr. McCoy. Kailey shakes her head as she returns with her own forearm smash on Toan knocking the bloodied opponent on his ass. The crowd begins to respond with mixed reactions as a female Japanese wrestler is running down the entrance way with a chair in hand, she slides into the ring and as Kailey turns around she blasts her over the head and Kailey falls down quickly. Referee Fuzz looks at the crazy woman and Toan assures him that is his partner and Fuzz orders her out of the ring, but Toan tags her making her the legal person as he slides out. JH: Who in the heck is that in the ring, she seems like some cartoon character out of an anime cartoon! CM: That’s Momoko Wakari, she used to be a wrestler in NGIW ages ago, I should have known that Toan would use her as his secret opponent. CL: She is running kind of late. Momoko grabs Kailey by the hair and she pulls her up to her feet and she irish whips her into the ropes and on the rebound she kicks in the midsection causing her to double over. Momoko wraps her arm around Kailey’s neck and she leaps off of the canvas and executes a jumping DDT laying Kailey out in the middle of the ring. Momoko quickly slides out of the ring and she looks under the ring and she pulls out her beloved stop sign and throws it into the ring. Momoko slides back in the ring and she grabs her sign as Kailey gets up to her feet, she once again irish whips Kailey into the ropes and as she comes back she blasts her head with the stop sign knocking the lights out of the southern bell. CM: That had to hurt! Momoko executing her move in which she calls Can’t Stop Momoko! JH: This doesn’t look to good for Kailey… Momoko grabs Kailey by the hair and she pulls her up to her feet, and Kailey is out of it still dazed after receiving that stop sign to the head. Momoko pulls Kailey over to her corner and she tags in Toan holding her as he climbs the turnbuckle and dives down with an elbow to the forehead of the former Cruiserweight Champion. Kailey rolls around on the canvas as she tries to eye JJ for a tag, but Toan stops her from moving and pulls her up to her feet. He wraps his arm around the neck of Kailey and plants her down with a spike DDT onto the chair lying in the ring and he rolls her over for the hook of the leg as Fuzz drops down for the count. CM: This might be the end of the match, I don’t think anyone can walk away from the Amen DDT! JH: Just moments ago Kailey looked to have had the match under her wings, but in a flash of a second and with Momoko joining it doesn’t look to good for her. [align=center]1! 2! 3! NO BREAK UP![/align] CL: JJ breaks the pinfall attempt with a flying elbow to the back of Toan’s head. JH: He received a lot of air on that one, looks like he launched into the air from a trampoline. Toan rolls off of Kailey as he stalks JJ who rolls out of the ring back to his corner, Toan then grabs the stop sign off of the canvas and waits for Kailey to get up to her feet and as she ascends to her feet he blasts her over the head with the stop sign and she stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle and Momoko holds her for Toan to hit her again and he attempts, but Kailey ducks down and Toan blasts his own partner knocking her from the apron to the concrete outside. Kailey kicks Toan in the midsection and he drops the stop sign and she wraps her arms around his head and she drops down to her knees executing a jawbreaker causing the Deathmatch bastard to stumble around the ring in pain as he holds his jaw. Kailey comes charging at Toan and he grabs her by the arm and executes a hiptoss sending her half way across the ring. JH: Kailey must have a headache after the chair shot and the stop sign to the head, but she was able to come back with that jawbreaker on Toan. CM: Didn’t fair to well on him and he capitalize with a hiptoss sending Kailey Lane half way across the ring. Toan walks over to the turnbuckle and he removes the padding exposing the steel and he walks back over to the now standing Kailey and he drags her back over and goes to drive her head into the exposed turnbuckle, but she gets her foot up stopping the attempt and reverse sending Toan head first into the steel own causing him to shed more blood. Toan stumbles to the floor and he crawls over to his corner tagging in Momoko who jumps up onto the top rope with little ease and she flies through the air like a bird before landing a cross body on Kailey taking her down. Momoko goes to hook the leg, but Kailey kicks out of the pinfall attempt before Fuzz can begin to count. Momoko gets up and she quickly slides out of the ring and she pulls a table from underneath the ring and sets it up in front of the ring before sliding back into the ring. Kailey is up on her feet and Momoko meets her with a few forearm smashes before being whipped into the ropes and as Momoko charges back Kailey lifts her up with ease and executes a whirl wind backbreaker. JH: When both women are in the ring it seems the nature of the match changes back over to a cruiserweight match, something that Kailey has been significant in while she was on the TNT brand. CM: Momoko is a crazy bitch and she does some crazy shit in the ring so I wouldn’t compare her to a cruiserweight. Momoko is holding her lower back in pain, but she gets up to her feet pretty quickly Kailey comes over to grab Momoko, but Momoko pulls out brass knuckles from her tights and she lands a jab sending Kailey down to the canvas. Momoko puts her weapon of choice back into her tights before dropping down and choking Kailey with her knee on her throat. Fuzz tries to stop Momoko from delivering such a life threatening move, but she pushes him out of the way as Kailey begins to turn different shades of blue before JJ flying into the ring from the top turnbuckle with a clothesline, but he flies over both women. JJ turns around and he kicks Momoko off of Kailey. CL: JJ with the save. CM: What is up with that kid, does he know how to land moves? JH: Well he is still a student of the wrestling craft so to be thrown into a match with veterans, its kind of hard to think straight. Momoko gets up and she grabs JJ by the head and places him in a headlock and both begin to shuffle as JJ tries to get out of the headlock and Toan is able to tag himself into the ring as the other two continue to fight. Toan grabs Kailey by the hair lifting her up to her feet; referee Fuzz is confused with having all four wrestlers in the ring and Momoko is able to deliver a DDT to JJ on the canvas. Toan lifts Kailey up into the air on his shoulders and he drives down on top of the chair with high impact powerbomb and he hooks the leg, but referee Fuzz is occupied with Momoko and JJ who are now on the apron exchanging blows. Toan tries to get referee Fuzz attention leaving Kailey enough time to regain her composure and she kicks Toan in the back of the knee causing a domino effect as he stumbles into Fuzz who pushes both Momoko and JJ off of the apron right onto the table that Momoko had previously set up. CL: FOR THE LOVE OF CHILI PEPPERS! JH: GOOD SWEET CHERRIOS! Referee Fuzz just pushed Momoko and JJ into the table outside of the ring. CM: It was a damn domino effect, when Kailey kicked Toan he stumbled over pushing Fuzz into both wrestlers. Toan gets up to his feet and turns around looking at Kailey, he kicks her in the midsection and he hoist her up into the air with a one arm falcon arrow, but as he is goes to drop her down she is able to counter the move and she lands on her feet. Toan is pissed and he grabs the stop sign and slams it over her head and he whips her into the ropes and as she rebounds back Toan goes for another hiptoss, but Kailey counters the move twirling into a headscissor takedown, but she twirls a couple more times before planting Toan down with a DDT onto the chair in the middle of the ring. Kailey hops on top of Toan covering him and Fuzz quickly drops down for the count. JH: Kailey hits the Kailey-Go- Round! [align]1![/align] CM: This match can’t end this way, did you see what the referee did to Momoko! Only if she was in the match form the beginning… [align]2![/align] CL: Toan and Momoko did pretty well together, but with the lack of time and under the circumstances it didn’t work out in the end. CM: There is still a chance for Toan to kick out… [align]3! DING! DING! DING![/align] JH: And a second to late Toan tries to kick out of the move, I knew that Kailey was going to go in this match with high spirits, she did a great job. MA: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS…KAAAAAIIIIIIIIIILEEEEEEEY LAAAAAANE… AND…. JAAAAAAYJAAAAY!!! Onikage gets up from his seat and he begins to clap for a few seconds before folding the chair and placing it on the side of the apron and climbing the barricade and exiting the same way he came in through the crowd. Referee Fuzz raises Kailey’s hand in the air as move referees flood the side of the ring making sure that Momoko and JJ are okay. The camera fades into a scene with a box that reads “Recorded earlier today”, standing in front of a plain white wall and a plain white door is none other than Toby Bostock, the smiling goof. As per normal he is wearing a light blue buttoned up shirt and a pair of black slacks as well as holding his ever trusty micro phone in his hands. The door appears to be, by the numbers on it, some kind of medical room, and the background noises appear to be people hurrying around and standard noises of a hospital. Toby: Hello every body! I’m Toby Bostock and I’m here at an undisclosed hospital to get the scoop on Extreme Ninja #2 and Smarty Smark. Neither has been heard from ever since that vicious attack by Ghost around a week ago at Dangerous Liaisons! He walks closer to the door and knocks on out, for a few moments there is no reaction and suddenly the door slams open. A rather sober and not so jolly Smarty Smark walks out, eyeing Toby as just barely the camera can make out the lower half of Ninja on a medical bed. Though Smarty closes the door to the room before the camera crew can get any better of a shot. Smarty Smark: What do you want, noob? Toby smiles brightly and sticks the micro phone in Smarty’s ample face. Toby: I was curious if you had any thing to say about what happened to your client last week and to his attacker, and maybe even to management? A bitter sweet smile creeps over the plump and greasy lips of the manager of the superstars as he looks down. Taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Smarty Smark: Yeah, yeah, I got a lot of things I want to say on all accounts. But right now, I’m too pissed off about it to even talk about all those things, you see, unlike some people, I don’t act like I’m from a fucking asylum! But I will give you the jist, I don’t care what kind of match, I don’t care where it’ll be on the card, I don’t even care the referee or if there are any other opponents. But next week, next week, oh, ho, ho, ho, next week…I want Ghost’s god damn blood! I want to see that bitch bleed and see her precious white hair stained, every last strand! You hear me, Tobes?! So tell Draven, tell any of his lackeys, I don’t care if you even tell the President, but just tell some one! The Managerial Firm of Smarty Smark and Smark wants that Ghost and we are going to exorcise her ass back to Texas! Whether we are granted an official match or not, we will be Ghost hunting next Wednesday, mark my words. He let’s out a bitter nerdy giggle as he looks over at Toby and then back at the camera, pointing at it. Smarty Smark: And so, as always in the end, whether you are a smelly fool or a stuck up princess or a psychopathic clown or in this case, a stupid wench…All your bases will belong to Smarty Smark! He looks back towards Toby Bostock with a glare. Smarty Smark: Now get the hell out of my face. Roughly he shoves Toby away and opens the room’s door, entering it before he slams it shut, the camera zooms in on the door for a moment before cutting back to inside the arena... |
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| Minister Wighty | Aug 24 2006, 02:59 AM Post #5 |
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[align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] [align=center]-- IN STRANRAER, SCOTLAND PART 2 --[/align] The two lads, Willie McPhee and Johnny arrive at what appears to be Willie's garage with a car covered in a sheet and oil-stained rags around. Johnny is still 'coaching'. Johnny: I'M GOING TO DRINK SOME BEER! HUH! HUH! Willie: Shut it lad! McPhee places the barrel delicately in the centre of his garage after shooting Johnny a sideward glance. Johnny: THEN I'M GOING TO DRINK SOME MORE! 'The Highland Warrior' shakes his head at his best friend and places a hand on his shoulder, stopping Johnny from continuing to bounce up and down. Willie: Tha' doesnae even rhyme! Johnny: No, but it's true though Will! That's the important thing! Johnny rubs his hands together. Willie: Shaa we open it then? Johnny: Yeah! Willie reaches down, leaning the barrel over to get a better look at it. Willie: Hae ye got hammer and nail? Johnny stands up, he looks around in wonderment. Johnny: Have you not noticed where we are? Willie: BEER WORLD! Johnny: Look around us. We have tools. [align=center]30 MINUTES LATER AND DISCARDED TOOLS LAY SPRAYED OUT ON THE FLOOR...[/align] Johnny: There's no use. It's defeated us. John is not happy. He looks depressed, whereas McPhee is protective of the beer. Willie: NAE! Dornt talk like that when it can hear you! Johnny: Give it up Will, it's over. Willie: NO! Come on then! MCPHEE ATTACKS THE BARREL! HE SHOULDER TACKLES IT AND STARTS TO PUNCH IT! Johnny: Stop it! Get off it! Johnny pulls Willie back as McPhee goes to town on the beer barrel! Willie: Ah will hae it's swally! Johnny: Leave it Will! He's not worth it! It's over! Willie: But... McPhee seems upset and Johnny puts his arm around the Scot. Johnny: I know, I know. Willie: We waur sae close. Johnny: Wait, what's that? Johnny points at the unbreakable cap on top of the barrel and Willie McPhee hardly seems interested anymore. Willie: Tha thing in tha toop? Ye need one of them things tae gie it out. Johnny picks up a screwdriver and jams it in the top...LIQUID RUSHES OUT! Johnny: YES! Willie: CATCH IT! [align=center]ANOTHER 30 MINUTES LATER...[/align] The barrel has been put on a pile of bricks and laid on it's side. Johnny has a jug in his hand and Willie is ready with the screwdriver. Willie: Reit, aam gonnae to stick this in the hole. You catch whit comes out. Johnny backs up. Johnny: Never use language like that in a male environment. Willie: Di ya want beer or do ye want a big fat smack? Johnny: It depends on what you're going to smack me with! Willie: Jist gie yer jug ready! Reit, comin' ready ur nae... Johnny: Will! Johnny removes his jug from catching position and glares at Willie. Willie: Whit did ye dae 'at fur? Johnny: You're using sex language again! Willie: Will ye jist concentrate an' catch th' run aff? Johnny: Aw Will! Willie: Ah cannae help it if yoo've got a filthy mind! Ready? Johnny: Ready. Willie sticks the top of the barrel in with the screwdriver! LIQUID SQUIRTS OUT INTO THE JUG! Johnny: That's enough! Willie takes the screwdriver out and they examine the contents of the jug, it appears to be a blue liquid. Johnny: Blue? Willie: WHOA! BLUE BEER! Mebbe we're th' first ones tae see thes! We've come athwart a secrit formula! McPhee is bouncing off the walls delighted with the find! Johnny however doesn't seem as happy. Johnny: It's barrel wash Will. Willie: It cannae be! it's a new type ay beer thes! It is man! Johnny: Drink it then! Willie picks up the jug, looks into the liquid and then swigs some! He wipes his mouth and looks at Johnny. Willie: It be absolutely delicious! Johnny is shocked. Johnny: Honest? Is that beer?! Willie: Yeah! Johnny: They must put the brown in afterwards! Willie passes Johnny the jug and he drinks some... Johnny: It's barrel wash. Willie: Ah know. Ah thooght we shoods die together. Johnny: We probably need an antidote about now. Willie: Pint then? Johnny: Yeah. They go to walk out the door but Willie McPhee stops. He turns around to the camera. Johnny: What now? Willie: Need tae make a quick annooncement tae th' FIW fateful. Johnny: I'll get them in then. Johnny disappears out of the door as 'The Highland Warrior' turns to the camera. Willie: Aw reit thaur FIW? It's willie mcphee haur. Jist loch ah said lest week, aam comin' athwart th' merry waters tae yer coontry an' aam comin' fur a barnie. Ah dornt caur fa it is ur whaur it is but aam gonnae smash some heids together an' represent mah coontry ay Scootlund prood! Time's a tickin' wee boys an' girls , ur ye listenin' tae me? ur ye? UR YE? YOU BETTER BLOODY HAD BE! 'The Highland Warrior' exits through the door, his mind back on the pint waiting for him and the door closes on this segment. CL: Well, that was weird. CM: More normal than that NGIW circus. CL: Oh, that's it. You're goin' down, Martin! CM: Bring it on, shitlick! JH: Settle down, you two. You have a violence fetish, get it out during this next match, which is SURE to be brutal. JH: Ladies and gentlemen up next on this first ever ReVolt is a very speci- CL: Ahem, allow me, ghouls and goblins, we have a fucking sweet match up next. It will be bringing some thing to FIW that this old joint hasn’t seen in a damn year or so, innovation. It’ll also have the Fighting Spirit Championship on the line as a bunch of fuckwads try to take the title from Graver. CM: Bah. CL: What the hell is your problem? CM: This Bare Knuckles stipulation sounds boring as hell, tell me when some thing note worthy like Matt or Sean winning the Dual Crown happens. CL: Screw you, screw you and your stupid ass suit. JH: While I don’t normally agree with our co-worker, for once, I must, this isn’t very professional behavior Chip. CM: Hmmm, but do I care? …Nope, not really. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is your scheduled semi-main event for this edition of ReVolt and is scheduled for one fall to a finish with a one hour time limit. Your official for this contest is Tony Clarke and it is the first ever Bare Knuckles Scramble Four-Way and it is for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship! [align=center]CALL ME THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE CALL ME THE AMERICAN DREAM CALL ME YOUR SOUL CORRUPTED CALL ME ANYTHING YOU NEED![/align] The lights cut out immediately after Rob Zombie begins screaming the lyrics of "The Great American Nightmare", causing the crowd in attendance to cheer as loud as they possibly can which pretty much deafens anyone within a 5 mile radius. Dark purple strobes and searchlights begin to assault the entire arena now, as the fans' eager attention turns to the stage which has been pretty much engulfed in purple smoke. After a few moments which seem like forever to the rabid fans in the audience, the smoke disperses just enough to allow the fans to focus on the hulking form of Nightmare standing tall and defiant in the entryway, the blazing strobes giving the Prince of Pain a very ghoulish look. [align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE? YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH![/align] He lingers for a couple moments, soaking up the tremendous reaction, then he steps through the smoke and down the stairs making his way down the walkway, keeping stoic focus on the ring. Once he reaches the ring he stops for a moment to doff his coat off of his massive shoulders and drop it to the floor, before hauling himself onto the apron. He enters the ring, going to one corner and climbing up onto it to show the cross devil horns for the crowd to shoot flashbulbs at. Nightmare steps down, producing a single white lily from his trouser pocket. He picks off the petals of the flower, crushing each petal in his hand and scattering them all over his corner. Once his ritual is complete Nightmare settles into his corner watching his opponent or the entryway intently, as his music fades away. CL: Oh great, here comes Ham Fisted Hammy Ham himself. CM: God, it smells like the stupidity factor of this match has more than doubled suddenly. JH: Oh will you two be quiet, honestly, Nightmare is a veteran of FIW and though he came up short at Dangerous Liaisons, he isn’t that foreign to the concept of having gold. CL: More like Ahriman damn near ass raped him at Dangerous Liaisons. CM: Where is Ahriman any ways? Would think a former champion would be on the first ever ReVolt. JH: I think for all our sakes it is a good thing he isn’t here tonight, though getting back on topic, Nightmare’s my pick to take it. The arena is plunged into darkness, with the only lights on in the building focused on the entrance stage which - as the synth intro to Rusty Nail starts - is filling up with smoke, pierced by an assortment of multi coloured lasers. The guitar starts up with the emergance of Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka from the artificial cloud, proudly strutting to the edge of the ramp. At his destination, he draws his sword from it's sheath at his belt and slashes forward in one fluid motion as he drops to one knee. [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru kawaranai yume ni[/align] Slowly Daisuke draws the sword back to himself and stabs the point down to the floor, as his voice continues to ring out around the arena. He strikes a praying warrior pose, just in time for... [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] The rest of the chorus is drowned out by a series of blinding explosions of pyro on the stage behind him, the smoke eventually clearing to reveal a hooded figure staring at the floor. Kiyoshi Nakahata surveys the ring and the crowd. There was once a time when Kiyoshi would have seemed overwhelmed and a hobbling Daisuke would have had to drag him down to the ring; but now that time seems long gone the way that he strides towards the ring to find his destiny, brushing straight past Daisuke who maintains his pose with his hands clasped on the hilt of his sword. When he eventually gets to the ring, Kiyoshi walks up the ring steps and around the long way to his corner over the apron, and vaults up onto his corner, sitting himself down on the top rope. As the lights finally return, Daisuke finally opens his eyes and walks down to join his brother in arms in the corner before the start of the match. JH: However, I don’t think this young man will be an easy task to get past. CM: Oh hey, look, it’s the Japanese version of the Dough Boy. CL: Shut the hell up, Kiyoshi is my kind of wrestler, violent and stiff as fuck and can go hardcore if the mood tickles his fancy. CM: Hehe, you said tickle his fancy. CL: Shut up yuppie scum, if Graver doesn’t take this shit, Kiyoshi is my pick to. JH: While he is very inexperienced and a rookie still to the wrestling world, Nakahata has already had quite a bit of success inside the ring in FIW. A soft yet tune begins to play over the P.A. system as a man’s voice rings out… [align=center]”Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer”[/align] The once soft tune is replaced by a guitar playing over the P.A. system as the Ton springs to life with the words that read “Your Straight Edge Savior”. Slowly the lights shift to a soft and light shade of blue, giving the arena almost a heavenly glow. [align=center] Can't you see I feel your pain? I've got Jesus running through my veins In this hopeless life that's turned on you Give yourself to me, I'll help you through I feed off your unanswered fear When visions of life's end appear Hand over your will and then you'll see Now get on your knees and worship me[/align] A few darker blue strobe lights scan across the fans in attendance as clouds of smoke appears seemingly out of nowhere and covers every inch of the arena. Suddenly quite a few fans start to jeer as the strobe lights all at once move towards one single area in the crowd. [align=center] Worship me On your knees Worship me [/align] Various clips of Onikage’s matches through out his FIW career show on the big screen. Mean while the row of fans near the exit on the right side of the arena facing the ring start to go crazy as security starts to run up to them. The reason why becomes apparent when a figure steps out from the exit, his long dark hair hiding his face from the cameras and fans. [align=center] In this world when at it's best Of never ending hate and death Abandon all and trust in me Escaping from reality My world it has no space or time The crippled walk and the sick feel fine Hand over your will and then you'll see Now get on your knees and worship me[/align] Several figures appear behind this man and look some what younger than him as they sport black TNT t-shirts. Whipping his head back the man’s hair flies out of his face and reveals the leather mask all too familiar to the FIW audience. The self-proclaimed Straight Edge Savior lifts his arms up to above his shoulders and is showered with jeers. Satisfied with the reaction from the crowd Onikage drops his arms and casually walks down the steps of the arena towards the bottom level of the seats, his pupils are right behind him. [align=center] Worship me On your knees Worship me [/align] Onikage reaches the bottom level and now the fans are right in the masked man’s face, throwing insults his way. The students try to keep the fans at bay while one of them 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 the student who created the path 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 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. CM: Traitor! Turncoat! Betrayer! Evil! Evil! Die you masked freak! Die! CL: What the fuck? JH: My thoughts exactly. CM: What?! Like I’m supposed to just forget that he was a serious annoyance to me back on Slam and that he turned his back on us last October, now I’m actually interested in this match. I hope Kiyoshi or some one caves the bastard’s head in! JH: For once, I actually agree with you Chip, I don’t care for Onikage at all either. After all he’s done to the various people in this company; he is like a cancer on the life line of FIW. CL: Jeez, and I thought I hated the bastard, you two make my hatred look fucking civilized. [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. 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". CL: Alright, probably the best champion, Ghost aside, that is walking around this place right god damn now. CM: Stop cursing so much, it is starting to hurt my ears. CL: Aww, do you have sensitive ears or some thing? Well no shit I curse, since unlike you two ass holes I don’t act like I’m some how some saint who doesn’t curse. JH: I’m not too bothered by it, mainly because I know the censors will censor all of them out. CM: I hope they use the most goofiest noises they can find to censor them out with too, just to make you look like the horrorcore emo piece of crap you are. Michael Anderson stands in the center of the ring, micro phone in hand as he eyes around him, each wrestler in or near each corner. MA: Introducing challenger number one, in the blue corner, he hails from Portland, Oregon and weighs in tonight at two hundred and seventy five pounds and stands erect at six feet and four inches…HE! IS! NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRE~!!! Nightmare lifts up his arms over his head, his eyes staying directly on Graver as he does so and the fans cheer for the old dog, bringing a grin to his face. MA: And introducing challenger number two, in the green corner, he hails from Komachi City, Aichi Prefecture, Japan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds and stands at six feet and one inches…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHIIII NAKAHATA~!!! Kiyoshi looks around from his perch on the top of the turnbuckle, the fans greeting him with a mixed reaction, some cheer, and the majority jeers, though none of it seems to phase him. MA: And introducing the final challenger, in the red corner, he hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds and stands erect at six feet and two inches…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! Onikage casually looks over his shoulder on both sides of him to the quite violent reaction of jeers, scoffing lightly and a slight mocking smirk creeps over his face under the mask. MA: Finally, introducing the reigning FIW Fighting Spirit Champion, in the yellow corner, he hails from Detroit, Michigan and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ninety pounds and stands erect a…huh? The champion has moved towards Anderson and whispered some thing in his ear before returning to his corner and striking a dramatic and some what suave pose. MA: Ahem…And stands at fix feet and eleven inches, and stands erect at…*Sighs* twelve inches…HE! IS! GRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVERRRRRRRRRR~!!! Graver suddenly starts swinging his arms around and hopping to strike different poses with his legs as if mocking the martial arts background of two of his challengers. A grin spreads across his face as suddenly he turns to Kiyoshi, spraying a mouthful of beer in mist like fashion, blinding the second biggest man in the match! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] FIW’s Fighting Spirit Champion laughs joyfully, striking another mock martial arts pose as Nakahata clutches at his face, Graver even opting to do the old Great Muta hand to the throat pose, even enraging the fans in attendance, though their jeers soon turn to cheers as Graver turns around, right into a lariat from Nightmare! Graver spins and twirls through the air more times than probably ever in his career before he face plants onto the canvas from the sheer force of Nightmare’s lariat, Nightmare glares down at the champion’s lifeless body and snorts in annoyance at the smaller man. Slowly behind the two Kiyoshi stumbles up to his feet in the corner, squinting and trying to see what is going on, obviously still partly blind from the beer mist, he sees some body and charges head on, Nightmare turns around and sadly is a victim of a lariat as well! Nightmare tumbles out onto the apron from the impact as Graver as a means to preserve his safety rolls out to it too, Kiyoshi continues to squint as he tries to look around the ring, attempting to see if he hit Graver and if any one else was still in the ring, unfortunately for him, there is, Onikage barrels towards the rookie from behind and nearly takes his head off with a lariat to the back of Nakahata’s neck! JH: We’re just barely under way and already Graver tried to use an underhanded tactic to steal a victory! CL: Also we have lariats by the bucket in the ring. CM: Hopefully not fried chicken buckets, those are a killer on your complexion. CL: … JH: Easy, easy, I know you are thinking the same thing I am, but you can’t make it look like an accident when on air. Kiyoshi, still partly blind, scrambles up to his feet and swings his legs out wildly, trying to hit roughly around the shin area of whoever his attacker is, though with how sloppy they are Onikage easily side steps each one as he grows closer to his foe, Daisuke shouts out an instruction to Kiyoshi in Japanese and the Judo Master throws a forearm directly at Onikage’s head. Though it isn’t too useful of a trick when your opponent can understand Japanese just as well, easily ducking the forearm that Daisuke commanded of his charge and driving his own forearm into Nakahata’s mid-section from a crouched position, knocking the wind completely out of the man from the Rising Sun. He clutches at his stomach and rib cage as he staggers backwards, gasping for the precious air that has been stolen from him, the Straight Edge Savior springs back up straight with an uppercut, sending Kiyoshi even farther staggering backwards, right into the turnbuckle. With a thud he hits the turnbuckle pads and slouches down against it, his arms resting against the middle rope as his head lies limply on the top rope, Daisuke hobbles around ringside quickly and starts yelling in a frantic manner as Onikage rushes into the corner after his foe. In mid-step Onikage leaps into the air, throwing the point of his knee forward and jamming it right into Kiyoshi’s jaw line with a sickening crunch, sending the masked oddity down to one knee as Nakahata slumps down into a sitting position against the corner, Daisuke starts waving his hands at his charge, trying to get air to his alley. CL: Fucking bastard, taking advantage of Graver blinding Kiyoshi. JH: He is certainly making quick work of Nakahata. CL: This sucks, Kiyoshi can’t win the match at this rate and Graver looks to have had his wind pipe crushed by that Ham Fisted Hammy Ham. JH: That Second Bullet Graver took did look especially vicious, though the lariat Nightmare took looked pretty nasty as well. CM: Damn it, I can’t look away because I want to see that freak get his ass handed to him, but so far he’s been the dominant one in the match! CL: Shut up, don’t friggin remind me. With a spring in his step the Straight Edge Savior gets to his feet and marches over to Nakahata’s prone body, lifting up and pressing the side of his boot against the rookie’s face, he pushes it roughly against his face and repeats this process a few more times, delivering a face wash to Kiyoshi as Daisuke curses Onikage on the outside. He relieves Nakahata of having his boot scraped across the man’s face as he sets it back down under him, and then bolts from the corner, Onikage bounces off of the ropes near the corner across from the one Kiyoshi is sitting in, racing back towards his victim, in mid-run lifting up his boot once more and connecting with a running boot scrape! In a desperate attempt to avoid his client losing, Daisuke grabs a hold of Kiyoshi before Onikage can do any more and yanks him right out of the ring and even off of the apron, luckily for Daisuke he doesn’t need to worry about the masked oddity coming after him, because Nightmare slides under the bottom rope. As he is in mid-roll Nightmare rolls right up to his knees, looking across the ring at Onikage as the Straight Edge Savior slowly turns around and looks to his former alley, the fans cheer happily as Nightmare gets up to his feet, the two stand right at their spots for a moment, until they both suddenly run towards one another. CM: Oh good, the two idiots I dislike most, hopefully they’ll end each other’s careers. CL: Come on Ham Fisted Hammy Ham! For once, do some thing actually meaningful in your career and kill Onikage! JH: The last time these two men were in the ring at the same time was all the way back at last year’s Dangerous Liaisons in a four-way! CL: Then this is a fitting place for Porky to end Onikage’s miserable existence. CM: Damn it, all this excitement is making my hair frizz. JH: While I think it might be possible for Nightmare to, I like to think that if he was given the chance, he’d be the bigger man and let Onikage survive and not end his career. Nightmare throws his arm and looks for a lariat, but Onikage ducks under his arm and swings his arm around, looking for a back hand strike, the Prince of Pain pulls what his foe did just a moment ago, ducking it and bringing himself to the front of Onikage, swinging a haymaker at the Straight Edge Savior, which he catches. He winces ever so slightly from catching it but ignores the pain bringing his other arm forward and ramming the point of his elbow into the inner joint of Nightmare’s arm, causing the bigger man to howl out in pain as he pulls his arm free and clutches at it, staggering back. Despite the former World Champ putting distance between the two of them, Onikage easily neutralizes it by swinging a high side kick, driving it into the joint of Nightmare’s shoulder, causing him to try to further the space between them though Onikage eagerly follows after him. Even while trying to keep up with the Prince of Pain, the Straight Edge Savior throws out another kick, hitting it’s mark and further putting Nightmare’s arm in a great deal of pain, he delivers a few rapid succession high side kicks, once again targeting the bigger man’s shoulder, backing him into the ropes. CL: Oh for Buddha’s sake! Where are his magical super hero’s powers when he actually has some use for them?! JH: Onikage has been vicious with targeting Nightmare’s joints of his left arm, whether it was the elbow joint or the shoulder joint. CM: Deeeerrrrrr, it neutralizes one of Nightmare’s sole weapons in this type of match, his boxing background and his blasted lariat, any one could tell you that, jeez. JH: Well excuse me, Chip, we all can’t be such experts at the strategy each and every wrestler uses ever match. CL: Children, children, don’t make me go get Tier to fire your asses and get Thomas Moore back up here. CM: Blow me. Despite being against the ropes, Tony Clarke can’t do any thing to save Nightmare, as Onikage continues his assault on the former alley’s shoulder, even when he tries to shield his shoulder with his hand it does nothing to stop Onikage, in fact only furthers hurting him in more than one place, in a last ditch effort to not be taken out he barrels forward. This sudden and some what suicidal move catches the Straight Edge Savior long enough for the bigger man to get close enough to him to rear his head back, and head butt Onikage, sending him stumbling backwards, though Nightmare shows just how ruthless he can be as he follows right after him and continues to head butt him. In a fit of rage and frustration Nightmare throws a haymaker with his right hand, slugging Onikage across the leather covered face, resulting in him going spaghetti legged as Nightmare throws out a few quick jabs, peppering his one time team mate, and for good measure he tosses out a forearm strike. With eyes that look dazed and his entire body going limp and his legs trembling now under his own body weight, it looks like Onikage is all but done, the Prince of Pain rears his head back and goes for one final head butt, but once he is only inches away from Onikage’s head, Onikage throws up a European uppercut! CM: Damn it! That dim witted purple giant fell for the oldest trick in the book! JH: It would appear that Onikage was to at least some degree playing up the damage those shots Nightmare unloaded did on him. CM: Ya think? CL: Least he didn’t ham up his performance like his opponent. JH: What is with you and saying Nightmare hams up his performance? CL: Have you ever seen a segment by him? No, I mean, seriously, have you? If not, then no wonder you have no idea what I’m talking about. From the impact of the blow Nightmare loses his footing, giving Onikage the perfect chance to unload a rapid fire of European uppercuts, one right after another, the final on having so much force Nightmare’s head shoots upward as he stumbles backwards, Onikage not even wasting a moment to give him rest as he rolls into a ball. He rolls forward a few inches before he pops back up and connects with a rolling European uppercut on the Prince of Pain, ending up with sending Nightmare right back into the ropes, his head limply laying backwards, showing that a cut has been made by the last uppercut. Slowly blood starts to drip out of the cut that goes right across from one end to the other of the bottom of his chin, the Straight Edge Savior grabs a hold of Nightmare’s arm and whips him right out of the ropes, but at the last moment Nightmare reverses the momentum, sending Onikage across the ring instead, and he zips across it in no time. With quite a bit of grace for a guy his size Onikage bounces into the ropes, when suddenly the top rope is lowered, sending the masked oddity flying out of the ring and tumbling down to the ringside floor as Graver hops up onto the apron, still clutching at his neck and cursing about it as he enters the ring. JH: Oh great, just what we needed, our great champion back in the match. CL: He is a great champion so be quiet, be quiet or I’ll stab your eyes out and let Ed do with them as she likes. CM: Graver seriously needs to get on one of those shows like Extreme Make over or some thing of the like. CL: …’the hell? JH: I don’t think you could, even if you got him on one for those shows, change him, he is scum to the very bone and core. CM: Oh hum, bored now. The reigning Champion notices Nightmare’s presence upon entering the ring and contorts his face as if he was looking at some hideous creature from Mars, slowly he eyes the Prince of Pain up and down several times and then just stares at him for a few moments, that is until he bursts out laughing, bending over and slapping his knee as he laughs uncontrollably. Anger boils over Nightmare’s surface as he wipes away a huge glob of blood from his chin, flinging it to the side of him before he rushes towards the still laughing Graver, the Reject of FIW isn’t aware of the former Extreme Chaos Champ’s presence until he connects with a Yakuza Kick right to the top of Graver’s skull! Graver’s eyes widen as he stands up and stares bug eyed at Nightmare, clutching at the top of his skull as Nightmare flashes a smirk, the Reject starts wailing like a woman as he runs away from the Prince of Pain, nearly making it across the ring before Nightmare follows after him, quickly Graver sweeps in behind Tony, grabbing a hold of him. Nightmare stops dead in his tracks as he glares at Graver, who is now grinning behind the senior referee who looks deathly afraid at the moment, he mockingly feints Tony towards the left with him and then to the right, both times the Prince of Pain tries to get a head start, though seems he is so confused, the champ uses it to his advantage to throw Tony right into Nightmare’s arms. JH: God, how low will Graver go to ensure he doesn’t get hurt?! CL: Low?! That was brilliant! A perfect strategy to toy with the heart strings of that big goof’s morals. JH: I think it was a horrible move, any human with morals wouldn’t do such a tactic, and that is why you didn’t see Nightmare barrel right through Tony to get at Graver. CM: Will you two old hags shut up? CL: Don’t make me pimp slap you, Chip. CM: Please, like you could even get a hold of me, I’m too quick for you, I’m not some ditz that has a fetish for dildos and marking out! Graver smirks as he doesn’t give Nightmare even a second to regroup, he dives between Tony’s legs and clips the much larger man’s legs with a baseball slide dropkick, resulting in Nightmare falling over like a tree in a forest, in perhaps the most athletic move ever seen him do, the champion kips up to his feet and charges towards the ropes. Carefully the Prince of Pain gets up to one knee as he clutches at his hurting ankle, wincing and groaning, he is so caught up in the pain that is inflicting his mental state that he doesn’t even notice Graver running right towards him until it is too late as Graver scales up him and hits the Shining Meat Hook! Nightmare falls back down onto the canvas once more while Graver wastes no time to start stomping the crap out of the bigger man’s chin, further enhancing the cut and making more blood pour down onto the ample chest of the former Tag Champ. All the while flipping off the fans and mocking them about their favorite, at least in this match, is getting his ass kicked, grinning brightly at them and showing the chipped front tooth he still sports from his last Fighting Spirit title defense, and he looks over his shoulder, to ensure Tony is recovering before he starts choking Nightmare! CM: Seems like he is getting rid of the advantage Nightmare had in size by using a…um…er…a….uh… JH: It’s called a choke, Chip. CM: I knew that, just it slipped my mind. CL: Sure it did bucky. JH: Well, there is the possibility it did just slip his mind. CL: Oh please, that guy doesn’t know a choke hold from an ass hole. His arms and legs flail about wildly as Graver presses the heel of his boot against the veteran’s wind pipe, stopping that all so needed air to reach Nightmare’s lungs, Tony Clarke slowly pushes himself up to his knees and shakes his head, looking around as the fans jeer wildly and look ready to riot in rage, though amazingly, Graver releases the choke just as Tony looks their way. Though for good measure he stomps Nightmare’s chin one more time, staining his combat boot with that sacred crimson liquid, he frowns lightly and wipes Nightmare’s blood back onto Nightmare’s arm, right before soccer kicking him right across his ribs, suddenly the fans start cheering a bit again for some reason. Graver blinks, realizing it certainly isn’t him they are cheering for, he looks around and soon his eyes fall upon Kiyoshi Nakahata, who looks like a bull that is seeing red as his eyes still show signs of the beer did to them, the champion chuckles nervously and slowly starts backing away from Nightmare and towards the ropes, calling out to Kenny. Daisuke smirks evilly out at ringside and shouts some kind of command, though whatever it was seems relatively obvious what it must mean as Kiyoshi starts storming towards Graver, looking even more like a bull as he stomps across the ring at a lightning speed, reaching the champ just in time to grab a handful of his locks and stop him from exiting. CL: Yes! My other pick for the winner in this match is back in this! JH: And he just stopped Graver from exiting the ring, though one of them better get out soon, otherwise none of the falls will count as there is supposed to be only two in the ring! CM: That’s a stupid rule, there should be able to be more than two in the ring at a time and let the falls still count. JH: I don’t think it’s a stupid rule at all. CM: Well, then you’re stupid. CL: He does have a point, Hitchen, you are pretty moronic, nearly as much as Nightmare. Whimpering Graver tries his best puppy dog eyes face and tries his best to weasel his way out from Kiyoshi’s grasp, though it is to no avail as Kiyoshi slowly shakes his head no with a grim expression on his face, he surprisingly whips Graver away from him, only to hold on and pull him right back into the welcoming from a vicious lariat! Amazingly the lariat doesn’t take Graver off of his feet, rather he gasps and groans as he tries to talk though it is as if from the sheer impact of the move his wind pipe has been caved in, slowly he staggers backwards as Nakahata releases the hold on his wrist, watching him calmly. Though he doesn’t stand there all day as like a lion stalking it’s prey he marches forward after the champion, looking like he might be in the mood to end this match, but suddenly a hand rests on his shoulder and whips him around, before Nightmare can even say what it seems like he was trying to say, Kiyoshi connects with a palm strike. The palm strike was so powerful it sends Nightmare flying right over the top rope and hitting the apron with a thud, Nakahata returns his attention to Graver and starts stalking a bit quicker, trying to make up for lost time when dealing with the Prince of Pain, he throws out a low side kick, knocking the Fighting Spirit Champion right off of his feet. CM: You know, Kiyoshi kind of reminds me of Jet Li. CL: Yeah, now that you mention it they really…don’t look any thing a like. JH: I don’t see it either personally. CM: Well screw you two, next time Jet is over I’ll bring him to your two’s places and have him roundhouse kick both your heads off! CL: Pfffft, like you know Jet Li. JH: In either case, Kiyoshi Nakahata is man handling Graver and has already eliminated the potential threat in Nightmare and has now taken Graver right off of his feet! In one swift movement Kiyoshi drops down to a single knee and drives a palm strike downward, aiming for the Reject’s skull, though in a true Peter Parker like moment, Graver rolls out of the way in the nick of time and rolls right up to hios feet, jumping up and low dropkicking Nakahata on the side of his skull, sending both men down. The rookie clutches at his temple as Daisuke yells instructions from outside the ring, Graver as he gets up flips off Daisuke and sticks his tongue out at him, which enrages the Japanese gentleman, though Graver doesn’t care as he looks down at Kiyoshi. He blinks a few times and scratches his groin as he thinks over what he should do next, he is so busy thinking he doesn’t even notice the fact that Nakahata pushes himself along the canvas, spinning and clipping Graver’s legs with a leg sweep, sending the champion back down. But in the blink of an eye Graver rolls away from Kiyoshi before the Judo Master can get near him and keep him down, though Nakahata gets to his feet and closely follows after the champion, he starts running as Graver starts to get up, as he is sitting Kiyoshi slams his knee into Graver’s face with a running knee strike, sending him crashing back down against the canvas. JH: Sickening knee strike from the man from Japan, I think that might’ve chipped Graver’s the front tooth! CL: Let’s hope not, otherwise Graver’s gonna have one expensive fucking dental bill. CM: Not like FIW can’t afford it. CL: Okay, well, let’s chip one of your teeth and see how happy Tier is to give you money for your dental bill. CM: I’ll pass, thanks. JH: And before you even ask, I’ll pass too. With lightning fast speed Nakahata zips towards the ropes and springs off of them, zipping right back over to Graver, he leaps into the air and drives his knee right onto Graver’s skull with a jumping knee drop, he rolls through and barrels towards the opposite side’s set of ropes, Daisuke clapping and cheering on his charge. Kiyoshi bounces like a pin ball off of the ropes, only to fall face first onto the canvas with a nasty slam, and before Daisuke even knows what happened Nakahata is pulled from the ring, Onikage knees him on the mid-section, causing him to double over, quickly the Straight Edge Savior rolls back into the ring in his place. Slowly Graver pushes himself up to his feet and holds his head, grumbling some thing to him as he turns around and comes face to face with Onikage who is walking towards him, he shouts out a word not too many children should hear as he kicks the imaginary dirt on the canvas and starts backing up. He chuckles nervously as he starts talking to Onikage, who isn’t responding, though it looks like Graver is trying to beg his former team mate off, saying some thing about having a kid at home now and a girlfriend, though not surprisingly Onikage doesn’t seem to buy it, Graver thinks quick and pulls out of his pants a set of glasses, he puts them on as he grins nervously. CM: I didn’t realize Graver needed glasses. JH: He doesn’t, and if he isn’t careful he might just get them smacked off by Onikage. CL: Figures that idiot would be as low as to hit a guy who wears glasses. CM: Yeah, I’m not shocked at all. JH: But, guys, he doesn’t really need to wear gla…aw never mind… CL: Onikage is such a heartless bastard. FIW’s Reject asks Onikage some thing as he continues to back away from the larger man, though he doesn’t respond, frustration over takes Graver as he stomps his foot and stops and starts yelling at Onikage, asking him what is his problem, the Straight Edge Savior suddenly stops in front of the much smaller man and looks down at him. Without warning he starts unloading open hand slaps on Graver’s face, peppering it and sending the glasses flying as his sweat goes every which way as well, slowly backing the Fighting Spirit Champion back into a corner, he is relentless with his attack as he keeps unloading. Graver hits the turnbuckle as Onikage continues his tommy gun like rapid firing of disrespectful slaps, in a desperate try to get out of this situation the champ grabs a hold of Onikage’s mask and yanks down on it, though it doesn’t move much, it moves enough to turn Onikage’s attention to it and allow Graver enough breathing room to run out of the corner. Calmly yet some what eerily Onikage readjusts his mask, fixing it and turns around, looking towards Graver who is running to the other side of the ring, suddenly he starts sprinting after the champion and in mid-sprint tackles him to the canvas, getting a mounted position on top of him. CL: What the fuck is wrong with Onikage?! CM: It looks like he is trying to go doggie style on Graver. JH: Erm, it does look like he’s snapped. CM: Maybe it’s because Graver touched his mask? CL: Yeah, he always did seem sensitive about his mask. JH: But the bottom line is, Graver looks like he is about to get his ass whooped! The Fighting Spirit Champion wiggles about as he tries to get out from under Onikage, ending up on his back, and that’s when the Straight Edge Savior applies pressure to his mounted position, keeping the smaller man just as he is as he starts throwing elbow strikes at him, Graver tries to lift up his arms to block them but they are just too strong. At first they start out relatively slow but with each blow the former Ordinary member picks up steam with his shots, steadily making them quicker and quicker as he hammers away on the reigning champ with quite the ruthless aggression, a look in his eyes showing that Onikage seems to have snapped on Graver. Clarke circles around the two of them as Onikage continues to pound the Reject of FIW into grounded meat, Tony’s expression becoming more and more grim as Graver’s body becomes more and more lifeless than it was the previous second, suddenly a few gasps start ringing out through out the arena. A dark crimson liquid starts covering Onikage’s elbow pad and the ends of his black tape, staining them with blood, though it isn’t the only thing that gets coated, soon blood is disturbingly squirting upward from Graver’s face, splashing against Onikage’s mask and upper body, slowly running down it, even a bit splashes onto Tony Clarke! JH: Good god! I think Onikage is doing some serious damage to Graver’s head! We could see a repeat of Dangerous Liais- CL: Yes! Woo! Fuck yeah! Blood! Blood! Wooo! CM: Eh? Whoa! Some thing cool is happening! JH: Is that all you two can think of?! I may not be Graver’s biggest fan, but to have blood like that coming out of his head some thing must be seriously wrong! Onikage must’ve broken some th- CL: Woo! CM: Get ‘em! Get ‘em ya freak! Make his head resemble mashed potatoes! All of the fans in the arena have fallen silent as they watch on, the screams from Graver being drowned out by the blood by the sound of it entering his mouth, though the primal grunt like roars from the Straight Edge Savior are coming through loud and clear as blood starts squirting every where. It isn’t before long that Graver is laying in and Onikage is sitting in an actual puddle of Graver’s very own blood, Tony cringes and looks like he might be getting ready to call for the bell, but just as he is about to, a blur runs across the ring and spears Onikage right off of Graver! The fans erupt into cheers as Onikage clutches at his mid-section and rolls out of the ring as Nightmare kneels in it, looking over his shoulder at Graver, his eyes widen and the fans all gasp as Graver’s hands actually start to twitch and push him up, for the first time giving every one a good view of Onikage’s handy work. The Reject’s nose is almost completely flatten and he is starting two black eyes, blood is still squirting out of his face as he starts to get up to his feet, Nightmare snaps out of his shock of the sight of Graver and gets up to his as well, the champion, perhaps in a state of not all being there, charges the Prince of Pain. His expression turns to a rather uncomfortable one as even Graver in a state like this draws pity from Nightmare, he ducks the extra sloppy swing Graver threw at him and connects with an uppercut, sending the champion soaring through the air and a trail of his blood closely following after him and hitting the canvas with a thud. [align=center]1! 2! 3! 4! 5![/align] JH: Oh my god! Graver’s face has been nearly caved in by Onikage! It wouldn’t surprise me if the man had a concussion! CL: And of course, the hero swoops in and saves the day, god damn it! Kiyoshi, where the fuck are you?! CM: Please not Nightmare! Any one but Nightmare! [align=center]6! 7! 8![/align] Kiyoshi Nakahata slowly pushes himself up with the canvas and in a dazed state his eyes fall upon the ring, and suddenly widen as he tries to scramble into the ring. [align=center]9! 10~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] CM: Hopefully Vader won’t mind me stealing one of his lines, but, Noooooooooooooooooooo!!! JH: Nightmare did it! Nightmare did it! Nightmare is the new Fighting Spirit Champion! CL: Not Ham Fisted Hammy Ham! Fuck! MA: Here is your winner via knock out and…NEW FIW Fighting Spirit Champion…NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRE~!!! ”The Great American Nightmare” blasts over the P.A. system as the fans erupt into cheers and Kiyoshi Nakahata stops trying to get in the ring, looking deflated. Onikage slowly sits up with a groan as he clutches his mid-section on the apron, looking inside to realize the aftermath of the spear. Mean while inside the ring Nightmare has fallen to his knees, blood dripping down from his chin as tears start to fill his eyes, Clarke hurries over and hands him the championship. Tony waves at the entrance and EMTs and Officials rush into the ring to Graver’s aid. Nightmare looks down at the Fighting Spirit Championship in his hands, blood and tears falling down onto it and staining it momentarily. Once again, the scene cuts away from the live action and just as earlier before, on the screen we see flashes across the screen and Motorhead’s ‘Line In The Sand’ blares on. The images fade to black but the music continues to play as the words… |
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| Minister Wighty | Aug 24 2006, 03:07 AM Post #6 |
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[align=center]JIM O’BRIEN: A LOOK BACK TO THE PAST PART 1 FEBRUARY 6, 2005…[/align] …now appear on the screen for a few short seconds before fading out. Once again, the hazy, dream-like effect shows on the screen. This time though, the clips that are shown are those from the Spirit of Honor rules match in which Jim O’Brien fought Fozzy McQueen for one of Jim O’Brien’s two Dual Crown victories. Clip 1: Jim stands, and arches his back in pain, but he’s more concerned with the swelling below his eyes. He looks like he’s just had a night with Mike Tyson. Boxing? What boxing? Aaaaaanyway, Jim grabs at Fozz, who swats him away, allowing himself slightly more time to get back to his feet. FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! Jim slowly throws Fozz into the ring, and the crowd applauds the monstrous effort on display. Fozz changes pace, and quickly rolls to his feet, trying to get the adrenaline flowing, as Jim very slowly rolls into the ring. Fozz stands, using the ropes, and wipes some fresh blood from the cut above his eye, away from his face, and attacks Jim with a Kitchen sink running knee!! Jim falls backwards into the ropes, and Fozz grabs him out of them, and cracks him with a headbutt! Fozz falls abit groggy, and Jim “Head of a Samoan” O’Brien shakes the effects of the headbutt off. Fozz quickly changes plan, and goes back to the old right hands, they sure work. He hits a couple in succession, and drags Jim into the middle of the ring, AND CHOPS HIM ACROSS THE FACE!!! Jim clutches at his wounds below his eyes, and Fozz grabs him up, AND DROPS HIM DOWN WITH THE BLOOD ON THE SOUTHERN CROSS!!! JH: WHOA!! IM SHOCKED, HE HIT IT, HE HIT IT!!! The crowd screams in shocked delight, and Fozz clambers over for the cover!! Clip 2: Fozz’s shoulder leaps off the canvas, and he rolls to one side. Jim rolls over aswell, the opposite way, and both men stand, one last? time. Both men stumble to their feet, Clarke has stopped counting, it’s not worth it anymore. Were going to have a winner, either way. Fozz dives at Jim, hitting him with a knee to the gut, and then a chop to the neck, AND THEN A STIFF KICK TO THE FACE!! Jim’s body flies upwards, SND FOZZ CHOPS HIM ACROSS THE FACE, AND THEN SMACKS HIM WITH A LARIAT!!! Jim falls backwards, and Fozz, drunken legged, climbs to the top rope!!! JH: THIS IS HOW IT ALL STARTED TOMMO, STICKY CHICKEN, FOZZ BEAT JIM WITH A STICKY CHICKEN!! TM: IT’S NOT GONNA END THIS WAY, NOT THIS WAY, COME ON JIM!!! Fozz waits on Jim, who stumbles upright, facing the wrong way, and spins around, FOZZ LEAPS OFF, FLIPPING IN MID AIR, AND TAKES JIM DOWN….NO….YES…JIM TEETERS….YES…NO….JIM FALLS BACKWARDS, AND FOZZDOGG HOOKS HIS ARMS UNDER HIS LEGS…. Just as before, the clips cut away and now the screen returns to normal. The clips from the aforementioned match disappear and are once again replaced with clips from the Dangerous Liaisons match. Clip 1: Jim clutches, even dare I say it? Whines in pain as he clutches at his left arm, finding several staples right where barbed wire ripped his arm open only four months ago. "GOD DAMN YOU, JACOBS!" Jim screams towards Samael. "GOD DAMN YOU TO HELL!" A smug look comes over Samael's face as he approaches Jim, grabs his left arm & yanks backwards as Samael falls backwards. He grabs Jim's arms & scissors his legs around Jim's neck as he applies a Triangle Choke to TNT's Monster! With Jim's arm in one hand & the Staple Gun in another, Samael presses it AND SHOOTS ANOTHER STAPLE INTO JIM'S ARM! AND AGAIN! Referee Logan Black watches on in horror as Samael becomes relentless in firing the steel into Jim's arm! JH: This is horrifying...! My God, this needs to be stopped! After, oh I dunno, 15 or 20 rounds of staples are pumped into Jim's arm, Samael calls Logan Black over. "Ask if he submits!" he shouts to the referee. Logan Black checks up on Jim, who's unbelievably still conscious but moving very slowly. Logan can be heard yelling to Jim "Do you want to quit?!" But despite all the pain he's in, he growls out a "No!" between his groans of pain. Samael sees this & becomes absolutely furious! He releases the hold on Jim & climbs to his feet. He grabs a handful of Jim's hair, dragging Jim at least up to his knees. "BEG! BEG FOR MERCY!" Samael shouts to Jim, who looks about half dead. Jim raises a fist & grabs the front of Samael's trunks ONLY FOR SAMAEL TO SHOOT A STAPLE INTO THE BACK OF JIM'S HAND! "BEG FOR MY MERCIES, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Samael screams into Jim's face as Jim clutches his hand, moaning. Jim then looks dead into Samael's eyes & spits a wad of crimson into the Death Angel's face! Samael's face then turns tomato red (where it isn't bloody already) AND SHOOTS A STAPLE RIGHT BETWEEN JIM'S EYES! JH: OH MY GOD! TM: Samael is out for blood tonight! He wants Jim O'Brien's life to come to an end! Holy hell! Jim falls back first to the mat, his eyes glazed over. Referee Logan Black immediately checks up on Jim, and quickly signals towards the entryway! Samael goes to lift Jim once again, but Loagn Black won't have any of that either! he starts waving his arms over his head & shouts to the timekeeper "THE MATCH IS OVER!" And with that... DING DING DING! Clip 2: Samael looks down on Jim, pleausre in his eyes, a smile on his face. Several EMT's & Agents come from the back to check up on TNT's Monster, two of which are pushing a stretcher. Samael then gets the attention of Logan Black, shouting "So did I win or what?!" Logan shouts back "Yeah, you won! I hope you're proud of yourself!" An evil chuckle then escapces from within Samael upon hearing the news. JH: My God... Samael is sick. He is sick. TM: But he was right! Look who he just laid out! I guess that would make... Samael, the Monster of TNT?! JH: Well I would believe it! This was horrifying! Only a monster would beat an opponent this way! Samael cockily walks on by the several EMT's & Agents that are tending to the former Monster of TNT. "Holy Diver" kicks back over the PA as Samael hops from the apron to the floor, an arrogant swaggar in his step as he walks towards the back. JH: Well fans, Samael has returned! And if he can beat & bludgeon a competitor like Jim O'Brien like this... Than I fear for the rest of our roster. The clips fade out along with the music playing in the background and the scene cuts away. As we’re returned to ringside, the blaring sounds of Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage fill the arena and a mixed reaction emanates from the fans in attendance. JH: Once again the attempt at the humiliation of Jim O’Brien continues by Samael. Though, finally we may get an explanation from Samael as to why these video packages continue. The man already beat Jim O’Brien at Dangerous Liaisons. Is there really any need for this insult to injury?! CM: Oh, can it Hitchen! Samael did what had to be done and got his redemption. That’s all there is to it. JH: Well, regardless I for one hope we never see the kind of brutality from that man as we saw that night. What he did was literally horrifying. CL: Blasphemy! Never EVER wish for that Hitchen! Brutality is what makes the world go ‘round you know! By now Samael has already made his way into the ring and is pacing around it, taking in the reaction from the live crowd. He makes his way to the side of the ring closest to the ring announcer and takes a mic. After moving back to the center of the ring, the music fades out and he raises the mic to his mouth and begins to speak. Samael: You know, I must say that whoever decided to put those video packages together is a true genius, a true artist at work to have captured the absolute greatest moments in the illustrious career of the great Jim O’Brien. Those had to have been the most touching tribute videos I have seen. An arrogant smirk appears on Samael’s face after that last statement before he continues on. Samael: It never did cease to amaze me, the heights Jim’s career skyrocketed to. Those clips were no doubt proof of just that. JH: Incase anbody forgot, Jim did go on to win those matches. CM: Nobody cares. Samael: And you know, it never ceases to amaze me how nobody ever seems to believe me when I say I will rid FIW of yet another of it’s “superstars”. Long ago when I said I would get rid of Dez, nobody believed I would and yet when the time came I did just that. Every person believed what I said would be nothing more than mere idle threats. And yet I proved just the opposite to each and every single person in attendance. And yet again, this past Sunday Jim O’Brien, the so-called “Monster” never believed that I would get rid of him. When I told him I would become the new “Monster of FIW” he shrugged it off as another idle threat. And once again I made good on my promise. Jim O’Brien is nowhere to be seen here in FIW and it will remain that way for GOOD! Just as I had said, he never had it in him to fight anymore and I proved it to him in this ring when I beat his ass to a bloody pulp! In this ring I KILLED Jim O’Brien! JH: Jeez! This man is sick! Samael: He did manage to get his shots in on me, I won’t deny that but the fact still remains, I am the true “Monster of FIW”! I got rid of Jim O’Brien…for now. JH: For now? What does he mean by that? CM: Well, shut your face and listen and maybe we’ll find out! Samael: Why for now? Well, you see, just as I said before, Jim O’Brien is nothing more than a second rate Mick Foley. Always trying to make a “surprise” return, desperately clinging and clutching to the spotlight that dimmed years ago! I have no doubt in my mind that despite the hell I put him through Sunday night, despite the blood he lost and the pain he was forced to endure, he will still make yet another attempt to step back into that spotlight. But when that day comes I won’t hesitate to kick his ass once again and finally assure that the light never shines again! Jim O’Brien may very well be the gnat, the bug that keeps buzzing around here, he may very well be the thorn in my side but if last Sunday wasn’t enough proof to him that I can dispose of him with ease, then I don’t care how many times I have to replay that, I will do just that! I will stop at nothing to ensure that Jim O’Brien is gone for good should he decide to show his face here! Samael steps closer to a nearby and gets as close as humanly possible to the lens before continuing. Samael: My advice to you O’Brien…stay away from FIW for good! Don’t even think of returning here! The true “Monster of FIW” has claimed his throne…and I will NEVER be removed from it! Samael steps away from the camera and Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage kicks in on the P.A. system. He makes his way out of the ring and back toward the entrance before the camera cuts away. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] [align=center]A marching, military drum beat rumbles through the house PA system. The familiar gruff of Tier’s voice follows closely after. “Five Men…” The faces of ‘The Majesty’ Cole Summons, Fozzy McQueen, 2 Dope, Cold Soldier and Vinj flash on screen, each one replacing the other, followed by black. “…and whether fighting together…” Poignant images of past lockeroom sequences and FIW Tag team title victories for ‘The Bloody Ockers’ slide smoothly together. “…or locking horns in fierce combat against one another…” Memorable images of 2 Dope and Cold Soldier’s ‘Confined Spaces’ match from NGIW break the crowd’s silence as the audience discuss between themselves the outcomes of the various cut scenes. “…they are five Australian’s whose collective impact on wrestling has been…incalculable.” Various titles held by the aforementioned wrestlers fade in and out of screen. TNT Cruiserweight Championship ![]() TNT Tag-Team Championship ![]() NGIW Rage in a Cage Championship ![]() TNT Grand Prix Champion TNT Spirit of Honour Championship ![]() TNT Global Heavyweight Championship ![]() TNT Dual Crown Championship ![]() NGIW Championship ![]() “I’ve done battle with each and every one of these competitors...” The crowd go berserk as images of 2 Dope and Tier’s first death match encounter is contrasted by 2 Dope’s culinary skills as he makes a sandwich with a barbed wire table, Tier, and an announcers table. “…ending their careers, and mine.” Tier somersaults onto 2 Dope and puts himself and 2 Dope through a barbed wire table and a pain of glass. The screen then fades onto Tier and the footage removing his mask after his first retirement against Fozzy McQueen. “On the 6th of September, those that remain will return to FIW one last time.” Hundreds of images of great Australian FIW moments fast forward onto screen. One by one, the defining pictures of each undestroyed Australian wrestler are slowly taken away from the hundreds flashing past our screens until there are no images left to see. The pictures taken out are then revealed to be the bloodied and agonized faces of Vinj, Apocalypse, ‘The Majesty’ Cole Summons and Fozzy McQueen. “You wouldn’t dare fuckin’ miss it.” [/align] The pictures fade and the crowd begin to applaud. CL: It's too bad they couldn't re-ressurect Cold Soldier to join in. CM: He died again? CL: Fuck if I know. But he was a badass. JH: He drank human blood! That's vampirism! CL: Actually, he ATE human blood. So it's cannibalism. JH: STILL! We cut to a locker room in the back, is it obvious to whom the locker room is assigned as he is sits straddling a bench with a championship belt between his legs. Xtreme Kitten is only wearing a pair of black jeans and his mask as shines his title belt with a cloth, after a few seconds Xtreme Kitten notices the camera. XK: Oh hey, I knew I'd be seeing you, of course that would be because I told you to show up. Kitten tosses the cloth away and rubs his hands together. XK: You see I needed so screen time on this, the first ever ReVolt and unlike most of the roster I didn't get it in the form of a match. People this is an insult to not only yourselves after all you've all been deprived of me, it's also an insult to this championship. Xtreme Kitten picks his championship up and slings it over his shoulder. XK: And it's an insult to me... Xtreme Kitten smirks and shakes his head. XK: No it's not, the fact I don't have to go out there and waste my time beating up some loser just to have you people out there jeer me is a relief. I'm getting paid for doing the same thing you people out in the arena are doing, and that's to sit on my arse. Seriously though I was meant to have a match, but rumour has it that it fell through. The person I was to face apparently didn't like the idea of getting kicked in the face, they got scared and refused to show up. Right now that coward is sitting in at home, in a hotel or in a bar somewhere watching this and I have something to tell them. Kitten leans towards the camera and glares into with intensity, he stares for a few seconds before breaking the intensity with a smile. XK: Good idea avoiding getting in the ring with me and no possibility of being shamed by the flea ridden jackals we call fans. You have done what everyone of my opponents of the past six months and for that I congratulate you, you pulled off the big dream of not facing me; Xtreme Kitten. Your cowardice is masterful and completely rational, I hope this starts trends I hope more people are brave enough to admit the fact they don't have enough spine to stand against me, I'm hoping this brings bravery for wimps into fashion. If it does maybe I'll get some challenging opponents... Xtreme Kitten pauses for moments before cracking. XK: Ha! Who am I kidding there is no chance of that happening... no one is challenge. Lucy walks into shot wearing a white dress. Lucy: What about Sean Madrox? Xtreme Kitten swings his head up to look at her. XK: You never going to let that go are you. Lucy: Oh I'll let it go. XK: When? Lucy: When you screw up all your hype again. Lucy puffs up her chest and holds her arms out to mock Xtreme Kitten. Lucy: I'm the best champion ever, I'm the greatest, I'm better then the World cham- Lucy snaps he head back and slowly falls to the floor, she lays still for a moment and holds her jaw. Lucy: What happen? Me still greatest? Xtreme Kitten just shakes his head. XK: I'm meant to be the embarrassing one. Lucy sits up and slaps Kitten on the back. Lucy: Don't worry you still are. Kitten is confused not knowing whether to be pleased or insulted. Lucy: Hey where's your shirt? XK: Oh I figured I may as well show the people the most interesting part of my matches, since the brave chicken ran and hid. Lucy gets to her knees and kneels next to Kitten, she runs her hand up Xtreme Kitten's well toned abdomen. Lucy: Oh... wait a second why would you bother, no one out there is worth entertaining. The is jeer from the live crowd only just audible in the locker room. Lucy runs her hand up a little higher then removes her hand. Lucy: Your chest is sticky, why is you chest sticky? XK: OKAY, okay, you caught me I wasn't showing off my body, I spilt a soda on it. Lucy strokes Kitten's mask. Lucy: Aw clumsy kitty, let's go get you cleaned up. Lucy removes the championship from Kitten's shoulder and places it on the bench. She stands up holding Xtreme Kitten's mask bringing him to his feet. She walks to towards the showers in the back of the locker room but Kitten doesn't follow. He stays standing over the bench licking his forearm, wrist and hand then rubs his chest. After a few seconds Lucy realises she is alone in the shower room. Lucy: SHOWER IDIOT! Xtreme Kitten eyes light up and he almost trips over the bench as he dashes off to the showers, just before he disappears he looks back the camera. XK: Whoever you are mystery wimp, I thank the. Lucy ducks out from behind the partition and snatches Kitten dragging him into the shower area. |
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| Minister Wighty | Aug 24 2006, 03:09 AM Post #7 |
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The lights dim and white strobes begin to search the arena as the infamous piece “Misirlou” is pumped through the speakers. Eventually the spotlights find the stage and begin to hover around the entranceway which has been flanked by two of the Ragin’ Cajun’s “enforcers”. They stand stalwart and unwavering, looking mean as hell and twice as angry as the far less intimidating form of Riggs bounds out through the curtains, and following closely behind him is the man himself. MA: LLLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEEENNN!! The following contest is for the DUUUUUAAAALLLL CRRRROOOOWWWWN CHAMPIONSHIIIIIIP, and will be held in… THEEEE CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBE!!! With his face partially covered by his hood, and with the iconic cane clutched by his side, Remy steps down off the stage and begins the long walk up the aisle to the squared circle, flanked all the way by the slimy limy. MA: Introducing first! From NEW ORLEANS, LOOUUUUISIANA… RRRRRREEEMMYYYY… BAAAAARRRRRRR-TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!! Upon reaching the ring, Riggs hops up onto the apron and sits on the middle rope, creating an entrance for his boss to pass through. Once in Remy flicks the hood back to reveal a slight roguish smirk etched into that handsomely rugged face. He makes for a far corner where he ascends the turnbuckle and raises his hands, and more notably his cane, to the lighting rigs. JH: Well Constance, your opinion on these gentlemen in the match is new to all these fans. Why don’t you give us your thoughts? CL: Gladly. Remy Barteaux used to be a ridiculous fop. Then he took that cane there, took Riggs’ allegiance, and now he’s sittin’ on top of a talent goldmine. As he drops down he slides his top off his shoulders and passes both it and his precious keep sake off to Riggs, who takes both to ringside with him as Remy turns and nods to his lackeys on the stage to take their leave. They do so, and the Don awaits the start of his match. JH: One simple act suddenly makes him a talented wrestler? CL: No, but it makes me give a shit about him. CM: Here here. The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a white spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to get up on their feet, throw up their middle fingers, boo the holy hell, and basically do all they can do as a crowd to boo one of the biggest pompous assholes there is!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact wearing his usual wrestling attire and t-shirt over his sweaty body sporting the latest logos, and as soon as Impact steps foot out of the curtain and onto the concrete stage the crowds boos somehow manage to grow louder. CL: Now here’s another guy that’s gonna make some new waves. He’s dropped that ridiculous king gimmick, he’s confident, and he’s ready to kick some ass. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd as on the sides of the camera you can see fans sticking their arms over the fencing as long as possible to get their middle finger seen on camera pointing at the arrogant Impact. He just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he walks up the steel steps, walking across the black FIW logo apron to the center before entering the ring over the black middle rope. JH: He’s certainly the one with the most to prove in this match. Matt Impact lost a lot of pull and a lot of respect recently. CM: Lies. Matt Impact is, always has been, and always will be an icon of Slam! and an icon of FIW! [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] MA: AAAND his opponent!! FROM STATEN ISLAND, NEEWWWW YORK… MMMMAAAAAATT IIIIIMMMMMPACT!!! Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his right fist into his chest before kissing it and lifting it into the air as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle, to that, the crowd responds with more middle fingers and boos, he then hops off the second turnbuckle, and moves to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way grabs off his t-shirt and then comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the lights turn on and he grabs his dropped t-shirt and taunts the crowd by pretending to throw it at them, but smirks as he hands it to a ring official outside the ring. He then goes to the nearest corner leaning against it fixing his trunks, pads, and boots and stretching out a bit before the match. The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Attack” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and red strobe lights begin to flicker on and off. [align=center]I WON'T SUFFER, BE BROKEN GET TIRED, OR WASTED SURRENDER TO NOTHING I'LL GIVE UP WHAT I STARTED AND STOPPED IT FROM END TO BEGINNING A NEW DAY IS COMING AND I AM FINALLY FREE[/align] CL: Y’know this is just a match where everyone’s a winner. ‘Cuz all these guys are completely awesome. JH: Sean Madrox IS a phenomenal athlete. CM: Oh Jesus, Hitchen, what was your first fuckin’ clue? That his nickname is Mr. Phenomenal? CL: High five, man. CM: Fuck yeah. The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right with his World Heavyweight Championship fastened around his waist. He begins to walk down the steel steps admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as he points at the Championship. MA: Aaaand their opponent… from FAIRFIELD CONNECTICUT! … … MMMMMMIIISSSTERRRR PHENOMENAAAALLLL… SSSSHHHHAAAAAWWWWNNN… MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDROOOOOOOOOXXXX!!!! [align=center]RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY I’LL ATTACK RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY GO CHANGE YOURSELF RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY NOW I’LL ATTACK I’LL ATTACK, I’LL AA WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/align] Sean reaches the apron and he jumps up on it looking at both sides, then he flips over the top rope into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles and he removes the Championship from his waist and hoists it in the air pointing at it with confidence; before jumping down and removing his sleeveless hoodie and shades. He places his belongings to the side waiting for his opponent to make their way to the ring. With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the three ReVoltrons 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 concrete stage. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the entirety of the elevated stage where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like a religious worshipper before their God. [align=center]Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say[/align] MA: Aaaand finally… the MASTER of RAAAAGE… RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNN!!! This is the prompt for a flash of light and a series of small explosions around the stage and ReVoltrons before two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight appearing 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 past the press of females on the concrete stage, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step. The women get to their feet and depart as soon as the Russian start to walk down the steps from the stage. CL: Ragin’ is awesome. But I’m runnin’ out of stuff to say. Whoo, go Ragin’. JH: We’d better take a commercial break after all these entrances… I think we’re about due for one. CM: Good idea, I’m gonna go grab a sandwich. 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. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] All four men in are in the ring as the lights fall. The referee ushers all the accompaniment away from the ring before standing back to observe the structure. Strobelights flash and dance as the huge glass structure known as the Cube lowers over the ring. CL: This is it. This is awesome. Yet another cube match, and there’s no Wightraven around to fuck it up! CM: Pfft. Horrorcore isn’t hardcore. What Tier’s infusing into FIW isn’t natural! JH: I can’t say I’m totally into these… shards of glass and metal and suchlike. The cube finally settles in place, and the house lights rise. The wrestlers ready themselves, and finally the bell rings. [align=center]Ding ding ding![/align] That is indeed the sound of the bell ringing. It’s closely accompanied by the sound of Matt Impact’s feet hitting the mat as he BARRELS into Remy Barteaux with a lariat that FLATTENS him against the turnbuckles! JH: What a way to start off the match! Sean and Ragin’ are both taken aback, but Sean adapts quickly, charging Ragin’ with a high knee. Ragin’ moves to the side wisely, and Madrox lands on his feet, but that doesn’t do him much good as the Master of Rage grabs him by the head and SNAPS him downward against a raised knee! CL: Spine-shattering backbreaker from Ragin’! YEAH! Break that bastard in half! CM: *shudders* Please don’t use the words “spine-shattering” in my presence again. JH: I thought you liked Madrox, Constance? Why’d you call him a bastard? CL: Fuck you, Hitchen. I don’t like anyone. There are just people I hate less. And I hate Ragin’ WAY less than I hate Sean Madrox. He reminds me of AJ Stlyes. CM: That’s enough to drive a man to homicide. CL: Justifiable homicide. Impact is throwing heavy-handed right punches at Remy’s grill, but Remy manages to cease the assault with a well-placed chop to the ribs. Impact raises a fist for another pummeling, but Remy blocks it with a forearm and CRACKS him in the jaw with a high kick! JH: Remy Barteaux battling back, showing some of that heart we haven’t been seeing lately. CM: Bullshit, he’s got PLENTY of heart! And it’s finally in the right place! CL: Where, with Riggs? I mean, seriously. My wife wrote an OTP fanfic about these two, the sexual tension is so thick between them you could cut it with a dull gig. JH: *sighs* This isn’t NGIW, Constance. We have something called kayfabe here. CL: And I have something called fuck you, Hitchen. Remy squares himself to fire a kick to Matt’s head, but he doesn’t get the chance as Ragin’ clubs him in the back of the noggin’ with an elbow. He stares down Impact as Remy drops, and the two rush each other like rabid animals! JH: Everyone in this match just wants that gold and silver! CL: Jonathan Hitchen states the obvious! CM: Constance Loire uses sarcasm to compensate for his small penis! Ragin’ and Matt lock horns as Madrox rises from the backbreaker. He spots Remy on the ground, grins, and executes a STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! CM: THE FULL ECLIIIPSEAAHHH!! Lovely! Simply lovely! CL: It’s like watching a porno in reverse, ‘cuz Madrox just came and now Remy’s fucked. JH: You two make hideous lunchmeat of the English language. CM: Hey, fuck your slimy asshole, you pretentious brit. CL: Because Canucks are any better. JH: At least he’s not American. CL: Oooh! And I thought I was the heel! Way to go, Hitch-bitch! Impact finally takes the upper hand on Ragin and turns him around to cinch in a rear waistlock, but Ragin’ HAMMERS a pair of elbows to Impact’s temple, pulling himself free of the hold. He turns to face his opponent, who CHARGES with another lariat-- BUT NO!! Ragin’ ducks under his arm and FORCES him skyward, holding the man tight and SLAMMING him back into the mat! CM: Wicked cool backbuster from Ragin’! JH: It’s a spine buster. CM: You shut the fuck up with your spines! I don’t want to hear it! Madrox pulls Remy to his feet, but Remy bitch-slaps his hands away. The Don cuts him across the face with a WICKED face-chop, then grabs him by the head and SMASHES HIS FACE INTO THE GLASS PANE OF THE CUBE!! CL: YES!! First structure-related violence of the night! JH: And the match begins its degeneration… Remy goes to dole out another face-smash, but Madrox puts his hands up against the pane, instead grabbing Remy’s head and BASHING it into the glass! A long crack spreads up the pane, and Remy holds his braincase. Sean attempts another face-smash, but Remy swats his arm back and attempts to grab him by the hair, but Madrox DOES NOT allow it! They both pull back fists to brawl WHEN MATT IMPACT BARRELS INTO THEM WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE THAT SENDS THEM BOTH CRASHING HEAD-FIRST INTO THE GLASS PANE!!! JH: A spider web of cracks spreading across that glass pane, from the impact of two men! CM: Where the FUCK did Impact come from? CL: Let’s get a replay up ins! The screen splits to show Ragin’ pulling Impact off the mat. Matt brushes his arms off and grabs him by the shoulders, but Ragin’ slips his arms around Matt’s and whips him toward Sean and Remy. JH: Excellent strategy by Impact, to take advantage of the situation! CL: Oh please. As though Ragin’ didn’t mastermind the whole thing. You don’t congratulate the bullet when it hits its mark; you congratulate the shooter. We go back to the normal view, Remy and Sean thanking their lucky stars that the cube wall didn’t break. CM: That is one tough pane. CL: Heh. Give it time. Ragin’ comes in behind Impact, who’s stopped to roar at the fans about his mightiness. Ragin’ SPEARS into Matt Impact, pressing ALL FOUR MEN into the glass panel! The sheer weight of the impact (no pun intended) BURSTS the glass into a shower of crystalline shards as Remy and Mardox spill out onto the floor! CM: NOW someone’s got a chance to win! JH: That’s right, folks, for those of you not familiar with the rules of this match, the Dual Crown championships are suspended above the Cube. They’re so high, in fact, that not only do you have to use a ladder to reach the top of the cube, but you’ve gotta put up another ladder at the top to reach the championships! CL: It’s high-risk at its finest! CM: Yeah, if you like mindless CZW crap. CL: Please. Comparing the crap CZW churns out to true horrorcore is like comparing Foldger’s crystals to a cup of the most finely roasted, hand-ground Colombian coffee. Impact braced himself against the ropes when Ragin’ collided with him, so he remains standing, and in fact locks a chancerie on Ragin’ and starts pummeling away at the former TNT Dual Crown champ! Ragin’ shoves himself away and charges Impact with a lariat, but Matt ducks and swerves around to RAKE RAGIN’ ACROSS THE EYES!! JH: Oh now COME ON! CM: That’s the Impact, baby! CL: It’s underhanded is what it is. The least he could do is wrestle by the rules. JH: What rules!? This god-damned horrorcore environment doesn’t HAVE any! Have either of you even SEEN Logan Black since this match started? CM: Meh. He’s no Mark Jackson, I’ll tell you that. CL: Nor is he any Alistor Vikram. Now THERE’S the whole Reffin’ show! Impact locks in a side headlock and digs his thumb into Ragin’s eyes. Ragin’ pries at Impact’s hand, trying to wrench him away from the sensitive area as Remy Barteaux and Sean Madrox stir on the outside. The two men rise, survey the area, and Sean DIVES for the ladder! Remy’s on him like flies on shit, putting the boots to him, but Madrox JAMS A FOREARM INTO THE CAJUN’S MEATBALLS!! CM: THAT’S ingenuity! THAT’S thinking on your feet! JH: THAT’S CHEATING!! CL: Fuck you, Hitchen. Don’t be such a bitch. Enjoy the match. CM: Yeah, cram it with walnuts, ugly. Madrox picks up the ladder and sets it up near the ring, beginning to climb. Matt Impact notices this and immediately releases Ragin’ to pursue. Madrox is scrambling quickly, realizing he’s in trouble, but Matt is just as quick. He climbs over the ropes and JUMPS off the apron, CLOTHESLINING MADROX OFF THE LADDER AND TO THE GROUND BELOW!!! JH: DEAR SWEET LORD! How often does MATT IMPACT fly!? CL: Well, I seem to recall him botching a moonsault once or twice. CM: That weren’t no moonsault, and that weren’t no botch! EXCELLENT move by Impact! Sure, except that now Remy is the one ascending the ladder. Impact notices this at about the same time as Ragin’. Ragin’ hurries out of the ring as Impact gets to his feet. The force at which he landed seems to have given him a dead leg, and he stomps some feeling back into it before he can move on. Ragin’, however, moves to Remy’s side of the ladder and reaches up for him. Don Barteaux is too quick, though, and is a few steps above Ragin’. The Russian jackal sneers and lunges up the first couple rungs, catching Remy by the ankle. Remy uses his free foot to stomp down on Ragin’s head, but Ragin’ doesn’t seem to mind. He pulls himself up a few more rungs and JAMS a hard fist into Remy’s kidney! JH: I don’t like Remy’s chances here… CM: I don’t’ like either of their chances! Looks like Impact’s got the feeling back in his leg! Indeed he does as he gets in a three-point stance, then CHARGES the ladder, SLAMMING into it full-force! It wobbles and both men feel it, noticing Impact who is now just HAULING the ladder off-kilter. Quick-thinking, Ragin’ turns himself around and forces his head between Remy’s legs. Gravity takes over as the ladder falls and Remy loses his hold, Ragin’ FORCING him down with even more velocity, WITH A TEN FOOT FUCKING POWERBOMB!!! CL: FFFFFUUUUUULLLY FUCKING SIIIICCCKKAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHUUGGGHHHH!!!! The ladder clatters into Ragin’s back as Matt growls and rolls his shoulders. Unfortunately, he doesn’t see Sean Madrox shaking the cobwebs out from behind him. Madrox sees opportunity and runs for the apron. He springboards off, catching the now-noticing Matt Impact in a DDT, BLASTING him into the concrete at ringside! CM: MMMADDDROXXX DEE DEE TEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!!! The fans go wild for the sexy spotty DDT, and Madrox soaks it up. JH: Enjoy it, Sean. It’s a rare moment where the fans are gonna cheer you. CL: Hey, four heels in a match, gotta like someone, right? JH: Kayfabe, Constance. CL: Fuck you, Hitchen. Madrox moves to the ladder, bending over to pick it up--AND GETS IT MULE-KICKED DIRECTLY INTO HIS FACE!!! CL: And Ragin’s still alive! Madrox stumbles back, clutching his nose. He pulls his hand away and a steady stream of red is POURING. CL: YES!! FUCKING!! FUCK YES!! FUCK! BLOOD!!! GAHAHAHAHAAA!!! CM: JESUS CHRIST, I THINK HE’S GONNA HAVE AN ORGASM!! CL: GIGGITY GIGGITY!! And it’s the HARD WAY!! HEE HEE!!! Madrox looks a bit dizzy as Ragin’ raises up, positioning the ladder. He walks past it, sneering and ignoring it for the moment. Madrox gets into a weary-looking fighting stance as he struggles to keep his eyes open. JH: That is one HELL of a nosebleed, you’ve gotta bet it’s making Madrox lightheaded. CM: That or those Vicodin he took before the match are kicking in. Ragin’ fakes a lunge, and Madrox in his dazed state falls for it, dodging to the side and RIGHT into Ragin’s waiting arms, lifting Madrox in a vertical suplex, then DRIVING HIM DOWN INTO HIS KNEE!!! JH: SPINAL TAP!! That’s the SECOND spine-shattering backbreaker Sean has taken from Ragin’ tonight! CM: STOP FUCKING SAYING THAT YOU PISS-DRINKING SHITBAG!!! JH: … spine-shattering. CM: AAHHH! FUCK YOU, BITCHEN!!! Ragin’ climbs the ladder, not quite slowly, but certainly taking his time. JH: Such arrogance… CM: He deserves it! Look; he’s the only man standing in this mess right now and--wait, where’s Remy? The camera switches angles and… YES! Remy is on top of the Cube, setting up the second ladder! CL: That sneaky git! Ragin’ gets to the top of his ladder and spies Remy. He curls his nose in a VIOLENT sneer, and scrambles to hop over the gap. Remy sees him coming and panicks, THROWING the ladder at Ragin’!--- AND RAGIN’ CATCHES IT!!! CM: I don’t smell a good day coming for Remy! Ragin’ hefts the ladder, swinging it like a baseball bat, and CONNECTING WITH REMY’S HEAD!! CM: SWING AWAY, RAGIN’!! Remy stumbles to the side, very near the edge of the Cube. Ragin’ rushes toward him with the ladder extended, and Remy drops into a crouch, covering his head. Ragin’s eyes widen in surprise and he slows his roll, trying to keep balance as the ladder slips from his hands and clatters against the floor! CL: Oh, that was FUCKING DUMB. How the hell’re they gonna get to that title NOW? Ragin’ keeps his balance, sighing at Remy, who he looks down at… BEFORE GETTING A LOAD OF CAJUN SPICES IN HIS FACE!!! Ragin’ stumbles back, clawing at his eyes… AND TAKES A TWENTY FUCKING FOOT DIVE OFF THE TOP OF THE CUBE TO THE CONCRETE BELOW!!! CM: JESUS SHIT FUCKING HOLY FUCKING GODDAMN CHRIST!!! JH: RAGIN’ IS DEEEEAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD!!!! Remy breathes a sigh of relief before turning to see… SEAN MADROX!! JH: Life’s hard on the top, eh Don? Madrox hops over onto the roof, quickly followed by Matt Impact. Madrox wipes some of the drying blood from his face, grimacing, until Impact locks his arms in a full nelson, TEARS Madrox off his feet, and SLAMS him back-first into the glass! CL: Hellacious full-nelson slam from Matt Impact! CM: I’m surprised the glass didn’t break! CL: Give it time… heh… Cracks spread and the pane sags under Madrox’ weight, Impact snorting and rolling his shoulders, staring down at Remy. Remy gets stone-faced and glares back, easing into a fighting stance… but Impact doesn’t rush him. Instead he carefully crouches down, not taking his eyes off Remy. He reaches behind him for the ladder, trying to keep his footing in the squat and still move his fingers to encircle the top this-is-not-a-step. JH: Impact’s putting himself in a precarious position here… CM: Why isn’t Remy rushing him, the fucking hoser!? Sean Madrox answers for us as he shoots an arm between Impact’s legs and rolls him into a schoolboy. Madrox floats over and starts tattooing revenge into Impact’s face with his fists! CM: YES! You can’t keep a good Madrox down! Remy NOW takes advantage and runs toward the both of them, STOMPING with both legs on Madrox’ back to flatten him against Impact! Remy then LEAPS into the air with a moonsault, SMASHING DOWN INTO BOTH MEN’S BODIES-- AND BREAKING THE GLASS OF THE CUBE!! CM: REMY-SAUOH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!! Little harmless shards of breakaway glass rain down on Remy, Madrox, and Impact as they lay in a pile near the ropes in the ring! JH: EVERY MAN IN THIS MATCH IS DOWN!! THIS MATCH IS OVER, GODDAMMIT!! END THE FUCKING MATCH!! CL: THE CUBE DOESN’T END UNTIL SOMEONE WINS, HITCHEN!! ONE OF YOU BASTARDS GET THE FUCK UP!! Remy flops off the two other men, breathing heavy and staring up at the ceiling with glassy eyes. Madrox’s red mask pops up to take a look around before crashing his head back onto Impact’s chest. Suddenly, there’s some movement on the outside… CM: YES!! IT’S RAGIN’!!! Ragin’ gets to his feet, stumbling into the glass wall of the cube. He rests there, pounding his fist into the glass, spreading spiderwebs of cracks to try to punch the balls, the guts, the WILL back into himself. He pushes away, but perhaps a bit too fast as he staggers back against the chicken-wire barricade. A few pairs of hands pat him on the shoulders, and Ragin’ shrugs it off, tearing himself off the chicken wire! JH: Ragin’ could quite possibly have bruised or broken ribs. Broken limbs, concussions… punctured lungs. He could have any number and any combination of injuries… and yet he’s STILL trying to make it to that title! CM: You gonna say he’s got heart? Or determination? CL: I call it a big fuckin’ pair of balls that the Master of Rage isn’t afraid to drag around. CM: Fucks yes. Ragin’ pulls himself to the ladder and starts climbing it, but he spies Sean Madrox on the inside charging toward him! His eyes go wide and he hops off the ladder as Madrox DIVES OVER THE TOP ROPE, THROUGH THE BREAKAWAY GLASS AND CRASHES INTO THE LADDER, KNOCKING IT TO THE GROUND!!! CL: SSSUUUUUIIIIICIIIIIIDDDEEEEE DIIIIIIVAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! CM: Now THERE’S a plancha gone wrong! The ladder clatters against the fencing as Madrox bounces to the concrete floor. Ragin’ sighs and pulls the ladder up. He turns to see both Remy and Impact rising as well, growls, and HURLS the ladder in through the open pane! The ladder BLASTS both men in the shoulders, knocking them back to the mat! JH: Ingenuity is why this man won the Dual Crown at Dangerous Liaisons! Will ingenuity save him, will it EARN him the title here tonight? Ragin’ seems to find a boost of energy, rushing into the ring and through the ropes. Remy and Impact are already stirring. Ragin’ looks between the two of them, spying Remy getting up first. He moves to stalk him, but Remy suddenly SPRINGS to his feet, turning to drop a neckbreaker on Ragin’! JH: THE DROP OFF!!! CM: NO! SUCK IT, HITCHEN! Ragin’ SHOVES Remy forward so hard he stumbles into the ropes! Matt Impact is on his feet, and he BLASTS A RIC-FLAIR LIKE CHOP ACROSS RAGIN’S CHEST!!! [align=center]WHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!![/align] He rears his hand back, and SLAPS RAGIN’ RIGHT ACROSS THE NIPPLE!!! He pulls back the opposite arm, WHIPPING THE KNIFE-EDGE ACROSS RAGIN’S CHEST!! [align=center]WHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!![/align] He rears back another arm, but Ragin’ blocks it, firing a low calf kick that takes one half of Impact’s legs out from under him! He drops to a knee and Ragin’ turns around to see how Remy’s doing, BARELY ducking a Yakuza kick THAT TAKES THE RISING MATT IMPACT’S FUCKING HEAD OFF!!! JH: THE MOB HIT!!! REMY HIT THE MOB HIT!! IT’S OVER!! IT’S OVER!! CL: NOTHING’S OVER, YOU TIT! RAGIN’S STILL FIGHTING!!! Remy looks shocked down at his victim, expecting a much more beardy, Russiany-type guy under his boot. But he shrugs, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, until he turns around and spies a bear. Ragin’ gets another wicked sneer on his mug before BLASTING REMY IN THE GRILL WITH A HAYMAKER!! Remy’s eyelids flutter, but Ragin’ isn’t done, FORCING his head between his legs, then WRENCHING Remy upward onto his shoulders!! CM: HERE IT COMES!!! HERE IT FUCKING COMES!!! Ragin’ tosses Remy’s legs outward, falling into a sit-out position, CRUSHING HIS FACE INTO THE MAT!!! JH: FEEAAAATTUUUUURREE REEEEEMOOOOOOOOOVVVVEEERRRRRRR!!! Ragin’ jumps to his feet, stomping and roaring with energy! He pries the ladder off the ground and sets it up under the broken pane in the ring! CM: Is he doing what I think he’s doing!? Ragin’ starts climbing the ladder, rung-by-rung, finally poking his head up through the open pane! JH: Ingenuity! It’s going to win him the title again! He gets both arms up onto the pane, pulling himself onto the roof when suddenly THE LADDER EXPLODES OUT FROM UNDER HIM!! CM: SEAN MADROX!!! SEAN MADROX!!! Ragin’ hangs by his fingernails, clawing to pull his torso up onto the roof! Madrox grabs Ragin’s leg and yanks hard, trying to pull him back down! Ragin’ kicks and struggles, finally letting his strength win out and pull him up onto the roof. Madrox panics and sets up the ladder, but Ragin’ is there before he has a chance to climb, SNATCHING THE LADDER BY THE TOP BIT AND PULLING IT THROUGH THE HOLE!! CM: RAGIN’S GOT THE MOTHERFUCKING LADDER! RAGIN’S GOT THE FUCKING LADDER!!! Ragin’ sets it up on the top of the cube, sighing with a smile as he sees what he desires most right in his sights. Ragin’ ascends the ladder as Sean Madrox scrambles to set up the other ladder on the outside! Ragin’ reaches the top, and PLUCKS THE CHAMPIONSHIPS DOWN FROM THE HOOK!!! [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!![/align] MA: YYYYYOUUUUURRR WINNER… AND NEW! 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I've never done commentary for you before. Consider me Joey fucking Styles; I'm doing this as a favor to a GREAT man with a GREAT wallet. If NGIW were to ever come back, I'd leave this shithole for it in a second.







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