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| ReVolt; September 13th, 2006 | |
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| Minister Wighty | Sep 14 2006, 03:44 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE The International champion springs from the corner and scoops down to the mat grabbing up his trusty fork he lost possession of earlier in the match. He quickly drives upward with the handle of the fork and jabs it into the throat of his masked opponent. XK gasps and coughs from the blow to the throat and staggers into a nearby corner where Toan begins to dig the fork into his mask as Kitten swats at his opponents hands in an attempt to remain masked. The Deathmatch Bastard digs in more violently and smiles as he begins to pull up on the mask and Mark Jackson pleads with him to stop! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH Prime dashes in and kicks Matt in the gut before setting up for the Authority Bomb with hands around the King's throat ready to lift but he is stopped by Amy Spencer; who is accusing Prime of knocking her over so he could blind Impact. Impact plays along with the claims while he cleans out his eyes. Prime pleads his case quickly but no quickly enough as Impact can see again. Prime gets around Amy only to get a thumb to the eye for the second time, Amy didn't turn around quick enough to see it. Impact knees Prime in the gut twice before walking him to the middle of the ring and striking him with a third knee to the gut. Impact hoists Prime onto his shoulders. Impact throws Prime around and plants him with the Head on Collision! I'm tired of holdin' up the weight, the weight of the motherfuckin' world. All I want is to just get right Kailey stumbles backwards into the ropes, holding to them as she eyes Kennedy. She takes in a deep breath and waits as she notices Kennedy stirring on the canvas. Kailey moves to the turnbuckle, pulling herself to the second rope. Kennedy climbs to her feet, dazed and confused. She moves around the canvas, turning JUST AS KAILEY COMES OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!!! NO!!! Kennedy holds her hands up and breaks the axe handle! She buries her boot into Kailey’s midsection AND PLANTS HER WITH AN IMPLANT DDT!!! HERE RIGHT NOW !!! Prime stands up and stands back in a corner. He is considering his strategy as Hutch shows fight to start getting back up. Hutch turns around into a hard right hand from Prime to knock him back down. Hutch gets right back up and gets hammered one more time. Hutch pulls himself up off the canvas and Prime runs through him with a shoulder block, knocking Hutch through the ropes to the outside. Prime pulls Hutch up, slams a knee deep into his gut before looking out at the rabid crowd. Prime claps his arms around Hutch and flips him over...OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX AND HUTCH IS SENT CRASHING THROUGH THE SLAM! ANNOUNCE TABLE! We struggle and fight just to get in the grave That's overflowing. Clock's ticking on my 15 minutes of fame Come on now He rolls himself to the ropes and uses them to haul his ass up, and turns back to his writhing opponent. Quickly he darts to his corner and snatches up his white board, scrawling something on it before showing it to the crowd. It reads “BUST A MOVE!”, and he proceeds to get down with his bad self as he break dances over to the challenger. Once he’s jiggied his way over to the Loon, he pops up and drops a Senton Leg Drop across his head and covers for the pin! 1 2 3... Nightmare is indeed bleeding profusely, cut open from the staple, Ahriman holds the staple gun high before trying to shoot another staple into Night’s head, he blocks Ahriman’s hand though and after a brief struggle Nightmare picks up Ahriman bearhug style, with a tremendous roar he goes sprinting towards the other entryway railing, driving Ahriman back first into it! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE 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! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH 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! I'm flushing the trust of everyone, stabbing in the back and thinkin' they can break me. Set my sight can't die until I'm done Xtreme Kitten tells Johnson to begin to count Kiyoshi out, but Johnson refuses and he points over to Lance who is charging at Xtreme Kitten, but Xtreme Kitten counters Lance’s clothesline attempt with a flapjack. Lance crashes to the canvas, but he is quickly backed up on his feet and he is whipped to the turnbuckle by Xtreme Kitten. Xtreme Kitten charges at Lance for a turnbuckle clothesline, but Lance takes Xtreme Kitten down to the second turnbuckle face first with a drop toe hold. Xtreme Kitten grabs his face as he lies on his back against the turnbuckle. Lance walks over to Xtreme Kitten and grabs him by the arm and Lance wraps his arm around Xtreme Kitten’s neck and he plants him with a DDT. Xtreme Kitten crashes face first into the mat after the botched move! MIND ENDURANCE!!! Ragin’ grabs Remy by the hair and moves into a standing headscissor. He grabs Remy around the waist and hoists the Ultimate Endurance Champion onto his shoulders. Ragin’ pushes the Cajun up by the britches, but Remy rolls forward and slides down Ragin’s back!! He grabs Ragin’ by the leg, pulling Ragin’ off his feet. Remy quickly tangles Ragin’s legs up and weaves his own into them then falls backward to the mat! Ragin’ screams out in pain, reaching back to try and break the hold, but unable to bend his body enough. He claws at the mat, trying to reach the ropes but they’re too far out of his reach! Never wanted any more than what I deserve, better bring it I'm takin' it all. Fuck an inch 'cause I'm bringin' a mile, It's on now Brighty manages to control his movement drops straight south onto Madrox's chest! MADROX MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! BRIGHTY'S BACKSIDE SLAMS INTO THE CANVAS! Madrox is quickly up to his feet and runs to the ropes as Brighty is getting up. Madrox slides through Brighty's legs and then leaps up on top of Brighty as he turns around...HURRICANRANA! To his credit Brighty is quickly up to his feet but is groggy and vulnerable to Madrox taking him into a corner. Madrox tees off on the former Slam! Superstar of the Year with four hard right hands that go unanswered. Madrox looks for an irish whip across the ring but Brighty holds on to reverse! Madrox is shot into the turnbuckle but he controls himself, he leaps up onto the second rope and SPRINGBOARDS OVER HIS SHOULDER INTO A CROSS BODY BLOCK! 1 2 3... 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 GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE 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! Ragin’ tosses Remy’s legs outward, falling into a sit-out position, CRUSHING HIS FACE INTO THE MAT!!! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH Both competitors get back to their feet and Tomoko is the first to move in hooking up Toan and quickly lifts him off his feet with the Tomoko Driver. She drops to a seated position as she completes the finisher and then quickly draws her body over his legs applying as much weight as she can to his shoulders. That is until out of no where she is victim of a devastating Cat Kick to the face and falls backwards on the mat. XK drops his body over Tomoko and hooks a leg. Mark Jackson is already in position from her pin attempt and begins to count! This fire, is growing, it's burning, deep inside of me. Focused, driven, certain, the way it's got to be FIRE, GROWING, BURNING, DEEP INSIDE OF ME!!! FOCUSED, DRIVEN, CERTAIN, THE WAY IT'S GOT TO BE!!! 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. CROOKED (No Trust) LIAR (Conman) DRUNK WITH (Power) MENTOR (Taught me everything that I know) SO WRONG, WRONG WRONG WRONG Ninja stirs very little on the canvas as the figure steps over him, dropping the chair to their side. A pair of pale hands reaches up and takes a hold of the hood, whipping it back to reveal. Most of the fans jeer her actions, taking out one of the most popular champions on the roster, while a small contingent of NGIW faithful burst into a chorus of cheers for their favourite hardcore Hellcat! A sick smirk twists her ruby red lips as she takes the zip to her top and slowly peels it open to reveal a shiny, silver belt strapped around her waist. The cameras try to zoom in as she reaches round to her back and unhooks the belt, all the while her eyes fixed on the Cruiserweight champion, her studded tongue moistening her ruby reds. As Ninja tries to push himself off the mat Ghost drops down beside him and grabs the back of his mask, RAMMING his face back down into the canvas. She pulls his head back up and shoves the belt under him, making sure he gets a good, hard look at it. 1 2 3!!! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED The heavy guitars of Mushroomhead's new jam "Save Us" rock over the fans in attendance as bright white light blasts through the entryway, revealing a silhouette. That black figure moves against the light, trekking toward the ring. The guitars die and the lights turn a moody shade of pale blue. Tier walks through the reaching arms of the fans, face blank and emotionless. SO FUCKING DETERMINED GO!!![/align] |
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| Minister Wighty | Sep 14 2006, 03:45 AM Post #2 |
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JH: I see we’ve got a little pre show entertainment lined up this week. CM: Do we get paid overtime for this? JH: Oh shush. CL: No actually he makes a good point. The lights dim and the incredibly short, incredibly 80’s keyboard intro to Van Halen’s “You’ve got the Touch” brings the audience to life. Well, at least those in their mid twenties who remember the song from a certain movie about giant transforming robots. A small cheer goes out from a few in the wrestling know as a svelte luchadora clad in bright yellow shiny pants, a yellow top and a yellow mask patterned in lime green bounds out onto the stage. CM: *sniff* JH: Are you…are you crying? CM: No! Shut up man. Oh Optimus! Why did you have to die!? Roddimus wasn’t fit to carry the Matrix of Leadership. JH: This is pathetic. CL: It is….but he does have a point The brightly coloured luchadora skips down the steps and makes her way along the aisle as Michael Anderson does what he’s paid to do. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following exhibition match is scheduled for one fall. Already n the ring, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 220lbs, FRANKIE, THE BULL, DELTOROOOOOOOOOH!!! A slight ripple of applause for the solidly built, olive tanned young man in the blue trunks as he raises a fist to the sky and watches the yellow blur hop up onto the apron. She walks along to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up as Michael does his thing. MA: And his opponent, from somewhere along the Australian/Mexican border… CM: Does that even exist? MA: …weighing in at 120lbs, LA LESBIANA, FAN-TAS-TICAAAAAAAAA!!! Another nice pop for the rising star of the Great American Wrestling Dream as the music fades and she clambers over the top rope and drops gracefully into the ring. The two wrestlers step forward into the middle of the squared circle where Michaela Menendez, explains the rules. CM: La Lesbiana Fantastica? This is a joke right? JH: I assure you it isn’t, she’s one of the rising stars to come out of Richard Cutting’s development federation, G.A.W.D. CL: She seems…familiar. Both combatants step back to their corners as Michaela calls for the bell… [align=center]DING, DING!![/align] …and both begin the tradition of circling the ring. Frankie makes the first move as he looks to pick La Lesbiana’s leg, but she deftly avoids his clutches and spins herself into a standing wheel kick, which The Bull ducks! He drops into a sweep that the luchadora dodges by quickly jumping into a dropkick aimed at her opponent’s head! He feints to the side and rolls to the edge of the ring, popping up to a knee as La Lesbiana does likewise on the other side of the ring. The crowd give a respectful round of applause for the skill displayed so far. CM: These people will clap anything. JH: Some of them even seem to like you. CM: I know it’s -- HEY! With a sudden burst of speed, La Lesbiana DARTS across the ring! Frankie tries to react, straightening himself into a standing position but the luchadora is just too quick for him. She steps off his straightening thigh and SHOVES the sole of her free foot into his face, pushing off him to give her the height needed to spin round and land on her feet as Frankie bounces back into the ropes behind him. She quickly takes off again, this time DRIVING her feet into his chest with a MOONSAULT DROPKICK that staggers The Bull even more. Back to her feet, she fires a few well placed chops across his chest before taking up his arm and whipping him across the ring -- NO! Frankie reverses and sends the masked chica hurtling across the canvas and into the ropes! CL: She’s pretty nippy, but this dudes got what? 100lbs on her? That’s a lot of leverage. As she runs back in Deltoro scoops her up into a GORILLA PRESS and holds her high above his head! He even pushes her up and down a few times, turning to show off his impressive strength to the entire crowd. CM: He’s totally copping a feel. JH: Oh he is no -- Oh yeah, no you’re right, he is. As The Bull grins at the thought of where his hands are currently placed, La Lesbiana wriggles herself free of his grip and slides herself down onto his shoulders. She wraps his arms up and DRAGS him back down to the canvas with a CRUCIFIX PIN!!! Michaela counts! [align=center]One! Two!! Kickout!!![/b][/align] Deltoro powers out and once again both parties roll to opposite sides of the ring. JH: She’s an impressive young talent. CM: Yeah but I think she’s just pissed that Frankie guy off. It would seem that way as Frankie quickly takes to his feet and glares across at his brightly coloured opponent. Without hesitation, he CHARGES across the ring with an outstretched arm and fires a STIFF LARIOT -- through the air as La Lesbiana ducks and rolls out of the way! She pops to her feet as Deltoro spins round and leaps up onto his shoulders, dragging him back into the canvas with a HURRICANRANA!!! CL: I believe she calls that La Hurricanrana Fantastica. CM: What makes it so fantastica? CL: I dunno, ‘cos he’s got some hot lesbo chick’s legs wrapped around his neck? CM: Ah, that is fantastico. Frankie slides along the ring and quickly scrambles back to his feet. He teeters slightly, the combined effect of spinning onto his head and then rising too quickly taking hold as La Lesbiana rockets herself across the ring. She runs clean past him and throws herself into the ropes to his back, before flying back up, hooking up his head and SLAMMING him face first into the canvas with a BULLDOG!! As he rolls onto his back clutching his face in pain, the Australian/Mexican luchadora hops to her feet and raises her arms to the cheering crowd. JH: She wants to keep on him, that bulldog won’t keep him down for long. CM: Rookie mistake. The Bull rolls over again, this time back to his front as he begins to slowly push himself up onto all fours. La Lesbiana glances back just in time to see his progress and quickly makes for the corner. She leaps from the canvas to the top turnbuckle in one bound and comes flipping off, spinning backwards through the air and DRIVING both her knees into the rising Deltoro’s back! JH: Beautiful Moonsault Knee Drop from La Lesbiana! Frankie is SQUASHED back into the canvas, his arms instinctively finding his back as the pain courses through his spine. He kicks about a few times as he tries to distract himself from the hurt, and La Lesbiana moves back in to peel him off the canvas. But as she pulls him up he fights back! CM: Time for The Bull to earn his moniker. He throws a few errant fists that catch his opponent and sends her reeling back into the ropes. Once there he fires a STIFF boot to her gut, cutting her in two while he takes up her wrist and whips her across the ring! She crashes into the ropes and is throw back out, right into a SPEAR!! The Bull covers! [align=center]One! Two!! Th -- KICKOUT!!![/align] JH: Well that was one hell of a spear from The Bull! But not enough to keep La Lesbiana down. A furious Frankie Deltoro glares down at his spunky opponent from his kneeled position beside her, before reaching over and trying to RIP the mask from her face! JH: Oh come on now! CM: No let him go, I wanna see what she looks like. Do you think she’s ugly? Is that why she wears the mask? She’s got like a growth or something? CL: It’s tradition dumbass. You can’t just go ripping off a luchadora’s mask, it’s the highest disrespect. La Lesbiana tries to fight him off as he wrenches at the yellow mask. He rises to his feet for leverage but only succeeds in dragging the luchadora up with him. His fingers find the laces at the back of her head and work feverishly to try and pull them apart, but the feisty Mexo-stralian FIRES a STIFF knee up into his gut! She reaches up, hooks his head and kicks herself up into the air before dropping back down to her knees and SNAPPING his chin off her shoulder! JH: ELEVATED STUNNER!!! Deltoro flops back down to the canvas and La Lesbana rolls away to adjust her mask. She looks back at him with a spark of vengeance lighting up her eyes and quickly makes for the corner. She ascends the turnbuckle, glances back briefly and MOONSAULTS off, flipping through the air to land a LEG DROP across Deltoro’s throat! JH: FUCKING AWESOME FLIPPY LEG DROP THING! CL: … JH: What? That’s what it’s called. She hooks the leg… [align=center]One! Two!! THREE!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner, LA LESBIANA, FAN-TAS-TICAAAAAAA!!! The crowd cheer on their favourite Australian luchadora as rises to her feet and gives her opponent a slight kick to his ribs. She turns and makes for the nearest turnbuckle, climbing to it’s top so that she can celebrate her first victory in an FIW ring. JH: A nice win there for La Lesbiana, hopefully she’ll be gracing our darkened ring again in the near future. CM: Hehe, darkened ring. JH: Oh grow up. La Lesbiana drops out of the ring and makes her way back up the aisle to the sound of her music, as the crowd settle down for the start of the show. |
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| Minister Wighty | Sep 14 2006, 03:49 AM Post #3 |
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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 Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan, U-S-A! I'm Jonathan Hitchen! Chip Martin: I'm Chip Martin! Constance Loire: And I'm Constance Loire! And this! ... is ReVolt! 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. MA: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Milan, Illinois… weighing in at 195 pounds… he is… THEEEEEEEE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNN!! He climbs up on the upper-right turnbuckle and raises his hands as the crowd roars. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same, to the same cheap pop. He then hops down, loosens his neck, and turns to the stage. CL: What a horrible way to start ReVolt. I sure hope someone comes by and stabs out my eyes before this match starts. JH: I’m surprised you’re not looking forward to seeing Kenny, Graver’s apprentice. CM: I’m surprised you’re still here. Go home to England, Englander. JH: Make me, ya hoser. CM: Oh it’s on, bitch! The opening jams of The Offspring's "Staring at the Sun" rock our ear-holes with their smoovness before our good friend Dexter Holland begins crooning. [align=center]Maybe life is like a ride on the freeway Dodgin' bullets while you're tryin' to find your way Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings me down, but I won't let them If I seem bleak Well you'd be correct And if I don't speak It's cause I can't disconnect But I won't be Burned by the reflection Of the fire in your eyes As you're starin' at the sun [/align] The music stops and there's an EXPLOSION of pyro before it picks back up, jamming into the bridge. Kenny Freemonte steps out through the smoke left behind by the pyros to raise both arms to the adoring fans. MA: And his opponent! Making his FIW in-ring debut! He hails from Bremerton, Washington… KENNY! FRRRREEEEEEEMOOOOOOONNNNNT!!! Kenny treks to the ring, rolling inside before getting to his feet. He raises his arms to the crowd again, moving to both sides of the ring with a grin before finally retiring to his corner. CM: Can you believe this pussy gets to follow around Graver all day? What a waste of flesh. Ding ding ding! Kenny and Loon smirk at each other and move to the center of the ring for a very face-ish handshake, which gets the fans to cheer for them. CL: Oh please. What a cheap pop. JH: It’s called HONOR, Constance. Why don’t you try it sometime. CL: I insult you to your face, don’t I? Unlike this wuss-bag Martin, here. CM: Hey! The night just started, I haven’t even done anything to you yet! CL: Initiative; Constance Loire. Muahaha. Both men step away from each other, but Loon darts in unexpectedly and CLOCKS Kenny in the chest with a dropkick! Kenny hits the mat but bounces right back up, catching the kick that Loon fires his way! Loon bounces on one foot for a moment before attempting the enziguri, but Kenny ducks and releases the leg, forcing Loon to eat canvas! JH: Smart tactic by Kenny Freemonte. Quite a few wrestlers still fall for the enziguri. This kid sure has learned a lot from the guys backstage. CL: Yeah, how to kiss ass properly, maybe. JH: I think Graver taught him that. CM: Bullshit! Nobody kisses Graver’s ass except hot chicks! CL: I’m gonna have to side with Martin on this one, Hitchen. Graver gets way more pussy than you. JH: I… grr. Kenny finds himself on the offensive now, pulling Loon to his feet and nailing an European uppercut across his cheekbone! Loon holds his face and recoils, and Kenny fires a jab to the bridge of Loon’s nose! JH: Great amateur boxing skill showed by Kenny Freemonte! CM: Great amateur isn’t as good as pro. Freemonte connects with a left hook and Loon stumbles backward into the ropes, sagging on them and feeling a mite punch-drunk. [align=center]”I KICK YOU!!!”[/align] Loon pushes off the ropes and throws a karate kick toward Kenny’s head after a short run, but Kenny ducks under Loon’s leg! CL: Whoa! Since when does that fan-hugging bastard miss the I Kick You? Loon skids to a stop behind Kenny and growls. [align=center]"I SAID… I KICK YOU!!!"[/align] Loon launches into a jumping spinning wheel kick that collides with Kenny and takes both men to the ground. Loon floats into a pin… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! No. Kenny shoulders out.[/align] Loon pounds the mat with a fist in mild disappointment and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, which is actually pretty near. He raises his arms to the fans. [align=center]I am a badass motherfucker am I not?”[/align] Loon steadies himself, then MOONSAULTS backward onto Kenny--NO!! Kenny rolls toward the turnbuckle, out of the way, and rises. BUT WAIT!!! Loon sees it coming and LANDS ON HIS FEET!!! JH: Incredible athleticism from 2.5! Kenny turns just in time to see Loon charging toward him. Loon hops into the air, looking to hook a chancerie and perhaps a DDT, but instead Kenny VAULTS him backward with a back body drop--SQUARE INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!!! CL: TECHNICAL MEETS HARDCORE!! I think I just pre-came. CM: Ew. I’m glad I’m not sitting next to him. JH: I hate you both. Kenny turns and looks shocked to see Loon upisde-down against the turnbuckle. He actually crouches and leans against the ropes to check on him. Kenny: Are you all right!? Loon: Sure. You? Kenny looks relieved and smiles. Kenny: I’m fine, tha-- AND LOON BITES HIS FOREARM!!! CL: BAD LOON! That is NOT a food! Put him down, boy! Put him down! Loon has long since released Kenny’s arm, and did no severe damage to him, but there are Loon-shaped teeth prints in Kenny’s forearm. Kenny reels back as the Truth pulls a pair of wind-up chattery teeth out from behind Loon’s ear and waggles a finger admonishingly at him. Loon looks playfully downcast, but the act doesn’ t last for long as Kenny CHARGES in with a running knee to the stomach! JH: Kenny is NOT taking that bite lying down! CL: It’s about time someone stopped allowing Loon’s bullshit. CM: Aww, I had a great sex joke, and you got there too fast and ruined the comedic timing for me! CL: Loire, two; Martin, nothing. Kenny grabs the ropes and stomps away on the Loon’s chest plate. The Truth has to wedge himself in and shoot ribbons from his sleeve to get Kenny’s attention. Truth tells him to stop using the ropes as leverage and Kenny apologizes meekly. CL: Sigh. One minute he’s kicking ass, the next he’s kissing it. JH: … did you just SAY sigh? CL: Yeah. JH: Why didn’t you just sigh? CL: ‘Cuz I’m way cooler than you, shooting your dog breath across the table for everyone to smell. JH: *sighs* CM: GAH! Fucking stop it! I’m choking over here! Kenny reaches down to pull Loon vertical again. He shoots 2.5 into the ropes, but Loon finds his brain cells before he reaches the ropes and hops up onto them, spring boarding off into a twisted moonsault body block that clips Kenny across the side and sends them both to the mat! JH: LOON HIT THE LOONSAULT!! CL: No he didn’t. JH: Yes he did! Loon collided with Kenny after executing the Loonsault and now they’re both laid out. CM: Dude, no he didn’t. He barely even hit him! He like, accidentally hit him! If Kenny had bent over to tie his shoe, Loon woulda sailed right past him! CL: Yeah. Besides that, the Loonsault is a springboard corkscrew moonsault, not a springboard corkscrew moonsault body block. JH: Shut up. Loon’s covering him. I’m gonna laugh if he wins. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! T--NO! Kenny kicks out and shoves Loon off his chest![/align] CL: HA! CM: I’ll even go so far as to say, HA-HA!! Kenny gets to his feet and Loon follows hot on his heels. Loon grabs Kenny by the head and tries to pull him into a chancerie, but Kenny shoves him away hard enough to turn Loon facing the other direction. Kenny tries for a reverse chancerie now, grabbing Loon by the head and locking him under his arm! He drops to one knee, CRACKING the base of Loon’s skull across his patella!! JH: What a neckbreaker! CL: Don’t see that variant often. I’ve seen piledriver priests and backbreaker messiahs, but never a neckbreaker pope. Kenny gets up, still holding on to Loon. He shifts his hold a bit so that it’s more of a reverse headlock and drops to his knees AGAIN, CRACKING Loon’s back across his own! JH: SPINE-SHATTERING backbreaker! CM: GAAAUUUUGGGHH!!! JH: *smiles* My papers say he calls that Dr. Freemonte’s Miracle Spine-O-Cylinder, Patent Pending. Loon sort of bounces back up off Kenny’s back and stumbles forward in an almost-drunk fashion. He’s JUST about to fall face-first into the canvas when Kenny runs up from behind and gives him an assist with a one-armed snap mare driver!! JH: FISSION MAILED!! CL: What the fuck!? How do you mail fission! It doesn’t fit in an envelope! Kenny rolls Loon up with a cradle and the Truth drops to count! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DINGDINGDINGDINGDING[/align] MA: The winner of this match… KENNY! FREEEEEEEEEEEMOOOOONNNNNTT!! JH: Well congratulations to Kenny on his first victory! CL: Beating the Loon! Whoopie fuckin’ doo. I think I’VE beat the Loon before. CM: I haven’t. Somebitch plays a mean game o’ checkers. The camera cuts backstage to inside a well lit locker room, by the looks of the bags belonging to the FIW World Tag Team Champions. Slowly it pans to the side to reveal the sole person in the room, JJ, who is sitting on one of the benches. He is already in his gear, almost completely ready for battle aside from his wrists, which he is currently dealing with. One of the FIW Tag Team Championships of the World resting on his lap as he tapes up his wrists, though his eyes aren’t on his wrists. Rather his eyes are glaring straight across the room to a picture that seems to be crudely taped to the wall of Onikage. JJ: I’ll show him who needs to be supported… He grumbles under his breath as he continues to glare at the image of the man he once looked up to while the camera zooms out and then cuts back to the ring… CL: J.J. making the claim that he ISN'T a jock strap. JH: You're just negative about everyone. What's up next? JH: Tag-Team Forge battle royal. CM: Stylin’ Madrox has this one in the bag. CL: This should be fun, better than cruiserweight’s being flung all over the place. JH: People flying all over the place? CL: Yes but they won’t do it by themselves, there’ll be chucked out… more satisfying then a dildo to the face… I assure. 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. 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. MA: The next match is a tag-team forge battle royal for the last spaces in the tag-team title match, introducing first from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… DRAGGGGGGON!!!! 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. CM: It’s quiet Dragon. CL: No, I-Speak-Crap-Not-Anymore Dragon! JH: Or Dragon? CL: You really are boring… The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… [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] MA: And the next opponent, hailing from Leamington Spa, England, weighing in at two hundred and sixty eight pounds and standing at six feet six inches… ELRICCCCCCCCCK!!!! …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. CL: The smelly one has arrived! JH: Elrick? Wow that name still going? CL: Fuck yeah, folk legend god damn! CM: You are a childish imbecile Conse… CL: Your mother didn’t say that when I rapped her and sucked your sisters tit last night! From the arena P.A. system arises Grant Rice’s music. The bass thumps through the arena’s sound system as we await Grant. [align=center]You Can Hate Me You Can Hate Me Hate The Air That I Breathe Air That I Breathe Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be Next Thing To Be Well I Ain’t You and You Ain’t Me![/align] Grant slowly emerges from the curtains and onto the stage. He is met with a chorus of boo’s from the fans before he even has a chance to do anything to provoke them. Grant just ignores them as he walks forward before stopping to look out into the crowd. He shakes his head before continuing down the steps and proceeds to walk down the aisle toward the ring. MA: And the next opponent, hailing from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds and standing at six foot three inches… GRANT RIIIIIIIICEEEEE!!!! Grant nears the ring as he glances off into the crowd but pays them no attention before he climbs up the stairs and into the ring. Grant takes off his shirt and walks over to the ropes where he goes to throw it into the crowd, but he catches himself and tosses it to the mat below which draws some heat from the crowd. Grant waves them off as he walks to the corner and awaits the start of the match. JH: After some cocky words, Grant needs to watch out for Elrick. CL: Pffft, this boy’s gonna kill Elrick no worries. CM: You can tell he’s from NGIW, dress sense is awful. CL: Like that stain on your shirt? CM: WHAT? WHERE?! CL: Got you anyone? [align=center] [/align]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] MA: And finally, hailing from Fairfield, Connecticut, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds and standing at six foot five inches… SEAN MADDROXXXXXXXXXX!!!! 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. 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 flips off the crowd. [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 once again taunts his infamous ‘X’ as the crowd continues with jeers. He then removes his sleeveless hoodie and waits for his opponent. JH: Our last participant s in the ring, let’s get the match… CL: Shut up, that referee is smokin’ CM: And out of your league… CL: Pffft, nobody can resist Constance Loire, ain’t that right Jonathon? JH: Huh? CL: See, he wants me, I’m too hot to handle. Michaela Menendez checks all four men for any hidden weapons, Sean being Sean enjoys it as she finds nothing she calls for the bell and it sounds. Sean is like a raging bull the bell sounds and he flies at Dragon, cracking him into the corner with a flying forearm, Dragon then tries to block as Sean just punches with everything he has. Elrick and Grant are exchanging blows too, Elrick winning as he throws Grant to the corner and begins firing blows at him, each shot taking it’s toll, until at the exact same time Elrick whips Grant in the direction of Dragon, Grant seeing it NAILS Dragon with a lariat, almost decapitating him as he crumbles into a heap on the canvas. Elrick moves over to pick up Grant, but Sean runs and smashes his knee into Elrick’s head making him tumble to the canvas too… JH: These guys really mean it tonight, Jesus. CL: It’s as stiff as you watching gay porn! CM: Ha.. Wait who? CL: Guilty conscience? CM: I won’t even dignify that with a reply. CL: Ok fudge packer. …Sean begins booting down on Elrick as Grant mounts Dragon and begins punching at him before picking up and grabbing him in a front chancerie, he then lifts and then DROPS Dragon down with a vile Brainbuster. Sean meanwhile looks for a DDT, but Elrick takes him over into the turnbuckle with a releasing Northern Lights Suplex, but stands to grab Sean and instead gets taken over by Grant with a German suplex, bodies flying everywhere as Grant stands looking at Dragon who stands by the ropes, recovering from the Brainbuster, just as he looks to be running though, Elrick jumps out of nowhere with a kick, making Grant fall over, Elrick then stands there, looking towards Dragon feeling ready for the first elimination… JH: Elrick’s ready… look at him… CL: I’d rather not… CM: Yeah bad enough smelling him… CL: Ha! Good one… wait… shoot me… …As Elrick looks ready to run towards Dragon, Grant is in fact up and runs to the ropes, comes crashing into Elrick with a Yakuza kick, the impact sending Elrick into Dragon with a clothesline taking the pair of them up and over to the mats, eliminating the pair of them as Elrick holds his back looking towards Grant with such anger… MA: And eliminated! At the same time DRAGOOOOOOOON and ELRICKKKKKKKKK!!! …The fans boo as Grant smirks, Elrick seems very pissed off with himself as he walks backstage, Dragon needing support gets taken back to as Sean is up to his feet and so is Grant looking t one and another. JH: The match might slow down now… CL: Ouch! No, no it won’t… FIGHHHHHHHTTTT!!! CM: So much anger… CL: FUCK YEAH!!! …Sean and Grant start firing strikes again, each other taking so much pain but desperate for there first win, Sean then takes control with a knee to the gut, before whipping Grant to the ropes and as he comes back landing a shoulder back toss, sending Grant up and down onto his back, Sean then spins his hands, hearing a boo but looking for a standing shooting star press, but Grant gets his knees up as Sean lands on them and clutches his belly. Grant then rises to his feet, booting down on Sean, each boot really driving into Sean as he then grabs Sean’s arm and attacks him with a cross arm breaker, Sean realizing he has no way of getting out uses his strength to swing himself over to his side, he then lifts to one knee as Grant still wrenches away… JH: They have each other scouted very well. CL: Or just easy to predict. CM: Or there just angry. …Sean then lifts Grant up and slams him to the ground making him release the clutch as Sean drops to a knee, trying to shake off the pain in his arm, Grant slowly gets up too as he shakes his head and then knees Sean in the face ,a making him land on all fours, Grant then nails him in the gut with a kick to, making him spin over onto his back, Grant smirks as his thuggish tendencies come out and play. He proceeds to taunt to the fans before raising him to his feet, Grant then moves him around into a neckbreaker, but before he drops Sean blocks it, turning and running to the ropes, pushing him over, but Grant ducks, sending Sean over instead! But no only one of Sean’s feet touch the ground as he holds on for dear life, he then climbs up to just dodge a punch by Grant, he then leaps up connecting with a enziguiri to Grant’s face, making Grant reel into the center of the ring… JH: Sean JUST kept himself in there. CL: Please don’t ruin yourself and try and fly Sean… CM: Only cause you hate that style, Sean’s made it his own. CL: No, don’t do it because it’s shit, he’s not a Monkey! …Sean indeed leaps up and springboards in looking for a forearm smash and connects making Grant fall to the canvas with Sean. Sean kips up though looking more then hyped up as he lifts Grant up lays a few forearms into his face before whipping him to the ropes and on return nailing a back elbow right into Grant’s gut. Sean then grabs Grant’s head and runs to the turnbuckle, smashing his head into it, the impact making Grant turn instantly, Sean lifts him up and places him on the top rope, Sean tries to climb with him but Grant pushes him off, Sean lands on the canvas hard as Grant climbs up on to the top rope and awaits Sean to get to his feet… JH: This could be a HUGE mistake for Grant. CL: He’s gangsta! He knows what he’s doing. CM: Your not, so don’t try and be one. CL: I’ll shoot you like one… …Sean indeed climbs to his feet but Grant leaps off only to be met with a atomic drop by Sean, Grant holds his balls as he reels towards the ropes, then out of nowhere Sean NAILS Grant right in the face with a Superkick! The impact sends Grant up and over onto the mats as Sean drops to his knees… JH: Superkick! CL: Wow… that was crap. JH: That was great action! CL: No, it was bloodless, that was terrible. CM: Either way Sean picked up his first win! Congratulations! CL: Meh. …Grant lays on the mats looking down and out as Sean raises his hands in celebration, Michaela comes over to raises his hand as “Attack” plays over the PA system… MA: And eliminated!… GRANNNNNNNNT RICE… thus meaning, the winner of the match… SEANNNNNN MADROXXXXXXXXX …Sean climbs out the ring looking down towards Grant, he makes his way backstage. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] |
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| Minister Wighty | Sep 14 2006, 04:02 AM Post #4 |
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[align=center]--JOB TALK, STRANRAER—[/align] Scotland's answer to Chuck Liddell, Willie McPhee, arrives at his usual watering hole - the Traveller's Rest. He walks through the door and finds a pint waiting at his table close to the bar. Already seated is his best friend Johnny, with a half-drunk glass of liquid refreshment in front of him. Johnny puts his mobile/cell telephone in his pocket, hinting that he's just been talking on it to 'The Highland Warrior' only moments ago. Johnny looks down at his watch and frowns. Johnny: Why aren't you in the gym? McPhee picks up his pint of lager and returns Johnny's frown. Willie: Aam going in thes afternuin. Anyway, wha areeen't ye at wark? Johnny: Will, we've been through this. I'm a lazy gobshite. FIW's Scottish sensation nods slowly while drinking, which is some skill. Johnny: But seriously, I am looking for a job. Willie: Wha dae ye wan’ a job? Johnny: Strangely the urge came at the same time that Laura lost hers so she's at home ALL the time. Johnny raises his eyebrows as he says "ALL" and Willie nods his agreement. Johnny's obviously not happy that his girlfriend is spending so much time with him. Willie: Ye dornt want a job, ye want tae sponge aff society loch a skanky old whoor’. Johnny: I do want a job! Willie: Ye huvnae got onie qualifications. Johnny puts on an offended face and Will responds in his usual method, by drinking. Johnny: I have a degree in fun and masters in hell raising! Willie: Dornt be stupid! Johnny: What I need is something that's challenging yet creative. Something educational yet...bootylicious... Willie: Yoo're gonnae strip arenae ye? Johnny’s little eyes light up. Johnny: I hadn't thought of that. Strippers make loads of money! I could strip in the evenings and be back in here in the morning! McPhee spots a flaw in the plan… Willie: Th’ pub isnae open in th’ mornin’. Johnny: That won't work then. Johnny looks really disappointed. Willie: That's a real sham, since it's bin yer dream fir aw ay 10 seconds. Well unlike ye, ah hae a job an’ am bein’ handsomely paid sae shift yer erse. Johnny: This is just embarrassing. Willie: Shut it an’ shift! Johnny shuffles his chair to the side of the table so just 'The Highland Warrior' is in shot but he isn't impressed. Willie however perks up as he begins his 'public service' announcement. Willie: Lads and lasses! It's your ol' pal Willie here! Jist sae ye remember, aam comin' ower thaur tae America in puckle cuttie weeks sae ah want ye fellaw competitors tae gie yoorselves in fightin' shape! When ol' Willie gits ower thaur ye can rest assured 'at thaur will nae be a dry eye in the hoose! [align=center]--FADE OUT--[/align] JH: That Willie McPhee! I can't wait until he finally shows up here on Tuesday Night Throwdown! CL: Hey, Hitch-bitch. Get a clue. This is Wednesday, and it's ReVolt. The Revolution's here, baby! JH: ... slip of the tonuge... CM: Bullshit! Like every time you say "spine-shatteirng" is a slip of the tongue? You're a phony! A great big phony! JH: Next up is the Six-Man Hardcore Rules Match… CM: No doubt the fans of Detroit will enjoy this one. JH: For those fans who know, Detroit is the city where Hardcore wrestling was born. Though… with the combatants here tonight we’ve got to wonder who will you be supporting tonight, Conse? CL: To be honest with you… I’m caught between two evils here. Near enough everyone in this entire match I hate… except Ghost, of course, ‘cause she’s totally uberliciously hot. CM: That I agree on! JH: Ugh… on another note Toan has something to say and considering that Momoko threatened the production guys with a sickle earlier on we’re obliged to play what’s been said. The big screen then shows Toan standing backstage next to a plain white wall with the camera doing that old Andre shot, you know where it makes the guy look bigger than he actually is by mister cameraman kneeling down slightly or the guy standing on a phone book? Yeah, that. Toan scratches his light blonde stubble as he turns to the camera with the same unbalanced glance in his murky green eyes… Toan: First off… let me tell you people something. Unless you didn’t get the message from the promos I did prior to this one… I am in no way happy to be teaming with Ghost and Maj Tahal. I am in no way happy to have these two people on my team in this match who I either despise beyond belief not because I don’t like their lifestyle choice but because I don’t like who they associated with in the past… or because I have never even met before in my life, so I start to get a little nervous about that… When I get nervous, I get scared, when I scared, I get angry… and when I get angry a lot of unfortunate motherfuckers get beaten to a pulp. Toan pauses for a moment to inhale threw his nose agitated Toan: So… I feel that in order to even the odds with any potential double-crosses in that ring tonight I have to get help. I have to find someone who will be able to assist me in dealing with anyone who just may have had a few extra dollars promised in their paycheque this month if I so happen to get hurt tonight. Logically, I’d require Momoko to do that job… But then I started thinking, I need someone to do more than just that. I needed someone who has the power to aid my ascension in FIW by any means possible, I needed someone who can speak the truth about the poison in FIW and I needed someone who is smart enough to wheel and deal their way threw this campaign yet has the balls big enough to knock someone around when the going gets tough. So… I’ve acquired the services of someone who knows truth, I have in my corner tonight someone who will be my voice when I cannot speak and to be a weapon when I am defenceless. Toan cracks a devious smile towards us all… Toan: So, ladies and gentlemen… I present to you, the newest member of my family… a man who you will unquestionable see a lot of in these coming weeks… LOBO Malvado. Toan turns to his side where a scruffy-looking Jewish man with a mop of unkempt long light brown hair in an unzipped black jacket and a Punisher T-shirt underneath is stood leaning against the wall with a listless glance in his eyes. Toan passes a proud smirk over to the man called LOBO as the man slowly lifts his head towards the self-confessed Hardcore Jesus… Toan: So, LOBO… do you have any words to mark this momentous occasion? LOBO simply passes an indolent look towards Toan before speaking… LOBO: Only something for our passes to ponder as they start to review their part in today’s events… “Red Cell is waking. What fires await our torch? Burn. Learn. Turn. Reborn.” Toan raises an eyebrow in impression Toan: Haiku. LOBO smiles lightly and nods as the big screen turns back to normal… JH: This is, indeed, an interesting turn of events… CL: What? Toan has got another talentless hack with him? CM: How can you call him talentless? He does better poetry than you’ve put out on your gay website. CL: Right… where is that mace I left down here… Michael Anderson takes centre stage with the house microphone… MA: Ladies and gentlemen… are you ready for Hardcore wrestling action?? Anderson raises the microphone up to pick up the response by the crowd who roar with excitement, as they usually do. MA: Introducing first… the team of Ghost, Toan and Maj Tahal! The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy. JH: Maj Tahal… who returned just last week on ReVolt showing us a side we haven’t seen in. Well, quite a long time I’d imagine. CM: Awesome music by the way! CL: Ugh… I’d rather listen to Leonard Cohen’s “Sisters Of Mercy” album than this crap… [align=center]Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of five people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal. Just then, from behind the curtain walks out the IMD himself, Maj Tahal, followed by his manager General Kumar Singh. Maj is wearing his wrestling gear, while the General is wearing an all white suit, with a white turban. They both grin, as the crowd boo the two Indians. Maj and the General are not paying attention, and instead they start to make there way down the ramp. [align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire Fire[/align] Maj grins as he comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Maj gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just returned by Tahal back to the firey crowd. Maj continues the swap shop of curses, until he finally gives up on the crowd, and jumps off the turnbuckle. General Kumar gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Maj then waits for the match to begin. JH: You can be this… “General” as it were was behind Maj’s sudden change in attitude. CM: Well… generally people like him aren’t ones you want to argue with… ha-ha! CL: Again, ugh… 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… CL: Boo! You bastard, I hate you! 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! As they then die down before Toan lows his arms and motions for someone to come out of the back… and sure enough the man called LOBO Malvado comes walking threw the curtain followed by Momoko Wakari armed with her signature staple gun and kama sickle who quickly takes off to the commentator’s enclosure CL: Agh! That evil bubblegum midget is coming this way! Get it away! Send it to Heck! CM: *to Hitchen* Do you think we should petition for her to commentate regularly with us? CL: *glare* Toan walks down the walkway, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur as LOBO follows him passing sinister glances to the audience… 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 as the sound of a headset being put on someone’s head is heard over the commentator’s earphones… Momoko: This thing better be on… CM: It is, my wonderful buttercup. You’ve nothing to worry about. Momoko: …OK. CL: How in the name of Chuthalu’s great portion did you get in here? I’m sure the door was locked. Momoko: It was. Just not in anyway that’s special. [align=center]“Bitch is hardcore.”[/align] Gregg Henry’s accurate observation from the movie “Slither” leads us directly into the guitar heavy opening of Alice Cooper’s classic, “Poison”. Purple strobes search the dimmed arena for their muse as the song begins to build, only for it to plateau as Alice half sings, half speaks, CL: W00t! Yay! Ghost!! JH: Yep, he’s happy… [align=center]“Your cruel, device Your blood, like ice One look, could kill My pain, your thrill”[/align] By this point the crowd is in full jeer mode, though a contingent of NGIW lifers fight through them with a steady chorus of cheers for their favourite Hellcat as the strobes pick out her form on the stage. The lights come up with the chorus and she smirks at the fans displeasure, her V Flycore title freshly polished and resting on her pale shoulder, her ever present girlfriend at her side already taking offence to the verbal onslaught. CM: Yes, indeed… hotness personified. Momoko: I remember her… JH: Oh, yes. You, Ghost and ED were in the second reincarnation of NGIW together, am I right? Momoko: Yeah. CM: Oh! Oh! Did you do three-ways when you were there? JH: Uh… Chip? She’s holding a sickle. Momoko: And with a staple gun loaded with enough clips to put posters up on every door in Detroit. [align=center]“I wanna to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch) I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop Wanna kiss you but I want it too much (Too much) I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poisoooon! You're poison running through my veins You're poisoooon And I don't wanna break these chains Poisoooon!”[/align] The pair descend the small clump of steps and make their way toward the ring, Ghost a sauntering vision of focus, Ed flipping the bird and mouthing off to the ringside fans. She quickly jogs ahead of her lover and hops onto the apron where she sits on the middle rope and raises the top, allowing Ghost to duck through and enter the ring. Ed follows as the champion moves to ring centre and surveys the arena, a rougish smile still twisting her lips as she absorbs the jeers and cheers with impunity. She hands her beloved Flycore title belt off to Ed, receives a good luck kiss in return and moves to her corner as her girl drops down to a not-so-neutral position at ringside. MA: Introducing their opponents… the team of Vinj, Jack Lovecraft and the Extreme Ninja Number 2! The harrowing laughter of Feel Good Inc.’s intro cackles through the house pa as pastel shaded spotlights dance through the arena. As the bass line rolls through, the lights come to a stand still at the steel doors guarding the entrance to the arena, merging together to form a white light. Vinj blasts out through the closed gate and continues his stride down across the concrete entrance, down the steps and towards the ring. The lights continue to apex and follow Vinj’s movements as he shakes his grove thang in peculiar fashion, sort of like a mix between Vince McMahon’s rooster walk and Eddie Guerrero’s (bless his soul) wobbly-standing-epileptic-fit swagger. Once in the ring Vinj perches himself on the turnbuckle like a gargoyle waiting for sunset… CM: That’s a crazy mamjama right there. CL: What?? Loon?? Where??? Grrr!!! CM: No! No Loon! Just Vinj. CL: Oh, thank God… I was worried I’d have to see him again tonight. JH: Jebus… 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] 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. Momoko: I feel sorry for this man. He has nobody of real worth on his team… JH: I wouldn’t discount his too quickly… he could be deceptively proficient in this match. CL: Right, time to go get a drink… Momoko: You’re not going anywhere. CL: Oh, please! We’ve got a very long entrance next! Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it is mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. Within the fog seven very small figures walk out from behind the curtain and hurry down the steps, forming a line facing the ring near it, a spot light from above the HDTV shines down on them, in the same dark blue tint. It reveals these seven small figures to be in fact seven midgets dressed exactly like Extreme Ninja #2 except for the fact they are all wearing a strap around their neck that is connected to a bongo drum resting in front of them. Without much warning all seven little men start beating their bongo drums to a beat as the dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a voice booms over the speakers. CL: Ah, Gahd! Momoko: Live with it. [align=center]The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The Evil Genius The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers The champ is here Kiss what ma niggas The champ is here[/align] ”The Champ in Here” by Jadakiss starts playing as the lil’ Ninjas continue to play their bongo drums along with the beat of the bongo drums in the song. Behind these seven little Extreme Ninjas dark blue pyro rains down from the HDTV, and suddenly two explosions on each side of the entrance way go off, forming a X with their dark blue pyro. From behind the pyro out steps Smarty Smark, grinning from ear to ear as the fans greet him with jeers due to this over the top entrance and song. He slowly turns around and points to the curtain as yet another dark blue X of pyro explodes and the curtain is whipped back. [align=center]Fuckin wit the champion You already know J-A-D-A Kiss the game goodbye You fuckin wit the champion You already know[/align] Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, with Paper Bag Man rubbing his shoulders as he jogs behind Ninja, to quite the mixed reaction from the crowd, some loving the Ninja, and some hating Smarty. Ninja is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear however over his robe he is sporting around his waist the FIW World Cruiserweight Championship. Smarty continues to applaud him as they walk down the steps and then EN #2 looks around at the mini-EN #2s, he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “The Champ is here~!” [align=center]Niggas know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just wanna rock for a century And then chase the book wit the documentary If you cant do nothing other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, lets go Don't make me put your heart on your lap Fuck ridin’ a beat nigga, I parallel park on a track Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue And I don't know you But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason After I cash in there's really no justification Of how I'm gone change tha game So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame Mother fucka, aha The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here[/align] Paper Bag Man continues to rub Extreme Ninja #2’s shoulders as the duo jog along the entrance way, past the seven little Extreme Ninjas playing their bongo drums, Smarty Smark clapping and praising Ninja. EN #2 flicks his hooded head from side to side a bit like he was a boxer as PBM and him make their way towards the ring, another series of dark blue pyro explosions goes off behind Extreme Ninja #2, PBM and Smarty Smark. [align=center]Y'all never gon touch the kid kiss of death They gon have to get me at the top Y'all never gon touch the kid gangsta kiss No love this time nigga, kiss of death Yo I ain't got time to be up here lyin to you Just make sure y'all niggas feel what we tryin to do If I fuck up then it's on me Besides that it is what it is and that's what it just gon be Blowin my purple, wish you would go in my circle If you know my record is clean, you know I'ma merk you I live like a warrior do without screamin true story, niggas know my story is true The cribs, the cars, the jury, the spots I got The money that pass my hand and the rocks I chop The ammo, the artillery, the knifes I bought Waking up sore the next day from fights I fought In the hood cuz I fuck wit the thugz Tryin to figure out, why the money never added up to the love Gun in my waist, dutch in my hand And I don't do a lot of talkin, I listen as much as I can The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yea The champ is here That’s right The champ is here[/align] Ninja slides into the ring as PBM holds the middle rope down for Smarty to enter it as well, PBM staying on the apron and watching the two. Smarty walks over and points to the near by turnbuckle, Extreme Ninja #2 hops up onto it and undoes his championship belt, grabbing it in his right hand and lifting it up in the air. Majority of the fans jeer the holy hell out of him while the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Hail the Champ!” and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and Smarty Smark snatches the cruiserweight title, with a grin he races over to the ropes and stands up on the bottom rope, triumphantly lifting the cruiserweight gold over his head to a series of jeers as dark blue pyro explodes from all four turnbuckles and dark blue glitter rains from the rafters of the arena. The lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie as Smarty exits the ring with the title belt, allowing his client to get ready for the match ahead. CL: *sighs with relief* Momoko: There… wasn’t so bad, was it? CL: …I hate you. Momoko: The feeling is way beyond being mutual. As both teams of three stand at opposite sides of the ring with their respective managers in the ring as well by their side, our referee Fuzz stands carefully between the two to make sure no pre-mature fist fights break out as Michael Anderson takes centre stage… albeit from a neutral corner, but who can blame him? MA: The following contest is a Six-Man Hardcore Rules attraction and is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit… your referee is Fuzz. Mr. Anderson clears his throat as Fuzz gets a few cheers… MA: In the red corner… introducing first and being accompanied to the ring by General Kumar… The General raises his hand to get a torrent of boos from the crowd to which he give the international sigh to “stick it” to them MA: He hails from Bombay, India and weighs in tonight at two-hundred and forty pounds… this is… MAHHHHHJ TAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!!!! Maj looks out as the crowd displays their distain for him with a small smirk at his name being mentioned MA: Introducing second… and being accompanied by… *looking at his notes* LOBO… Mal-va-do… LOBO looks discerning at Mr. Anderson at his inability to read his name initially which Toan takes offence at, giving him a sharp word or two as Mr. Anderson tries to carry on MA: He hails from the Kingdom of Pain and weighs in at two-hundred and twenty five pounds… Toan then walks over to Michael Anderson to interrupt the introductions to whisper something in his ear before letting him carry on with them… MA: …and has less injuries than Kevin Nash… Toan smirks from ear to ear before knocking knuckles with LOBO MA: He is the Hardcore Jesus… TOOOOOOOOOO-ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNUUUHHHH!!! Toan raises his arms in the crucifix pose before giving the bad mouth to a fan at ringside for wearing a old NGIW T-shirt. MA: Introducing the final member of their team… she is accompanied to the ring by Ellewyn Doyle… ED struts her stuff and yells in her thick Aussie accent at the fans who give her jeers MA: She weighs in tonight at one-hundred and thirty-pounds… hailing from Essex, England… she is- ED then runs over to Michael Anderson, yanks his ear down and says what she wants to say MA: Ow… and she is The V’s Flycore… Champion. ED yanks it down again to shout in the poor guy’s ear hole again MA: And hopefully you caught the emphasis on “champion” ED nods with a sly smirk and lets go of Mr. Anderson’s ear before walking back to her girlfriend’s side MA: She is… GHOST!! The FIW regular jeer their ass off for her as the few and far between NGIW lifers give out a few jeers, including the guy in the front row with the NGIW T-shirt who Toan gave the bad mouth for earlier on. MA: And in the blue corner… introducing first from the Hutt River Province, Australia… he weighs in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-seven pounds… this is… VINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNJJJJ!!!! Vinj nods before giving his own version of the introductions by emphasising the “nnnnnnnjjjj” part of the word to Mr. Anderson’s amusement MA: Introducing second… he is being accompanied to the ring by The Eryinyes… All three girls show no reaction, despite the wolf-whistles and some slight cheering from the crowd MA: He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and forty-four pounds… hailing from your worst nightmares… this is… JACK LOVECRAAFFFFFTTT!!! Jack simply warms up his wrists for some heavy pounding as Michael Anderson gets the final introduction underway MA: And the final member of their team… he is accompanied to ringside by his managers… Smarty Smark and The Paper Bag Man… PBM goes to raise his arms but Smarty Smark pulls them down, insulting him in his usual manner MA: He weighs in at one-hundred and eighty pounds and hails from Detroit, Michigan… The crowd gives a pop for their hometown favourite before they’d even finished… MA: This is… THE EXTREME NINJAHHH NUMBAH TWOOOOOOO!!!! And straight away the heel team comes running in and starts flying fists everywhere as the entire collection of seconds exit the ring to avoid harm as well as Michael Anderson heading for the timekeeper’s table and hopefully safety as the timekeeper rings the bell. [align=center]DING-DING-DING!!![/align] JH: And here we go! CM: Jesus! Look at those fists fly! Vicious closed fists are being thrown by all the members of the teams like they were going out of fashion around the ring before Toan grabs Vinj by his dyed blue hair and throws him out of the ring as Jack Lovecraft does the same to Maj Tahal on the other side of the ring, leaving Ghost and Extreme Ninja #2 in the ring on their own. Toan throws Vinj against the steel barricade as inside the ring, Ghost clamps on a side headlock on EN2 but immediately is pushed off towards the ropes. Ghost comes in with a shoulder block but EN2 stands on his feet, though stumble back slightly from the impact. Ghost straight away goes for it again but EN2 drops down at her feet, Ghost barely manages to skip over to avoid being tripped before running to the opposite ropes… EN2 gets up and leapfrogs over Ghost as she returns… as on the outside Jack Lovecraft has acquired a chair from a ringside fan but Maj grabs it before he’s able to use it and headbutts him in the side of the head to break his grip on it. Inside the ring, Ghost returns to get taken down with a conventional arm drag takeover by the Extreme Ninja of FIW but Ghost comes back up and is taken to the outside with a beautiful dropkick! JH: Dropkick by Extreme Ninja #2! Ghost goes tumbling to the floor! Outside the ring where Ghost fell, Toan and Vinj are still slugging it out at ringside with forearms… as a helpful fan holds up his chair near them. Toan takes the advantage before grabbing Vinj’s head and throwing him towards the chair… but Vinj reverses and send’s Toan’s cranium into the steel construct! Vinj briefly poses to the crowd, getting a few cheer from the front-row marks before continuing his assault of the self-proclaimed Hardcore Jesus… Maj throws Lovecraft back into the ring before coming in himself with a chair in hand… Maj quickly goes to a nearby corner and wedges the steel chair between the top and middle turnbuckle and turns around to get a sidekick to the ribs by the Extreme Ninja #2… EN2 Irish Whips the IMD towards the opposite turnbuckle but Maj reverses the whip sending EN2 into the turnbuckle. Maj comes to follow it up but EN2 lifts his feet up to stop Maj before hitting an Axe Kick to his cranium and sending the Indian of Mass Destruction to the canvas! CL: Ugh! Somebody just shoot the bastard and be done with it! PBM and Smarty Smark look on concerned at ringside as EN2 ascends up top but gets cut off by Toan with a chop to the back before pushed off into the ring. Toan enters the ring and barks an order, pointing at the fallen Ninja, to Maj who nods in agreement… Maj and Toan lift EN2 to his feet and simultaneously whipping him across the ring. EN2 ducks under a double clothesline before hitting one of his own on two members of the Rudos Team if you want a Mexican analogy! EN2 stands up to get a cheer for the hometown favourite as Ghost enter the ring as her team mates do the exact opposite. She goes to tackle the Extreme Ninja of FIW from behind but Jack Lovecraft, having gotten to his feet moment earlier cuts her off with a kick with the sole of the boot to the midsection as their other team mate, Vinj, slides into the ring. All three members take the former NGIW Hellcat to the ropes and Irish whip her across the ring… They all drop down side by side on the floor as Ghost frantically skips over all three of them before meeting the opposite ropes! CM: Holy crap! That’s awesome! CL: Agh! What is this crazy lucha shit?? JH: Somebody’s been watching Dragon’s Gate recently… Ghost comes back off the ropes… Lovecraft moves out of the way and pushes her on her way as Vinj and EN2 leap frog over the Flycore Champion… as Ghost returns she gets knocked down with a double shoulder block by Vinj and EN2 before Lovecraft gets a head of steam off the ropes and drops an elbow to Ghost’s sternum! JH: Lovecraft with an elbow! Vinj follows up and drops one of his own! JH: Vinj with an elbow! EN2 signals to the crowd who respond with a pop before he runs to the ropes and starts to walk slowly back rolling his hands in an overly familiar fashion with folk who like to get funky like a monkey… and drops an elbow to a huge applause! JH: And the Extreme Ninja with a Dusty Rhodes-esque elbow drop! All three men stand proud and give each other the high five as Ghost rolls to the outside clutching at the effected area… She immediately is sought on by ED who rubs her shoulders lightly, giving her words of encouragement… Maj currently is getting the same consultation by General Kumar and Toan… well, Toan isn’t really listening to anything LOBO is saying as he’s busy spitting insults towards the NGIW shirt-wearing guy in the front row. JH: It was a fast and furious start and the advantage now lies with the team of Vinj, Lovecraft and Extreme Ninja. CM: Uh-UH! At the moment! JH: Uh… yes, at the moment. Momoko: It won’t last long… Toan-sensei will think of something. CL: Uh… ‘kay. CM: We SERIOUSLY need to keep her here… he’s as quiet as a Hindu cow right now! After Toan has finished bad-mouthing the unfortunate soul wearing the NGIW T-shirt all three of the Rudos Team gather together to discuss what to do about the situation… they consult for several seconds before all agreeing on something. They all rush the ring before each and everyone getting cut off by their opposites on the team… Toan, Ghost and Maj get whipped across the ring though all reverse the Irish whip and lean over for a back body drop… but everyone rolls them up in a trios of School Boy roll-ups!! [align=center]One! Two! Kickout! S! Kickouts![/align] All the teams get up before Ghost hits a standing dropkick on Vinj, sending him out of the ring… Lovecraft gets hits a jab of the fingers to the throat by Maj before simply getting thrown out of the ring by the Indian of Mass Destruction near Maj manager, the self-styled General Kumar, leaving Toan and the Extreme Ninja #2 in the middle of the ring. Toan hits a forearm smash to the Extreme Ninja of FIW! EN2 fires one of his own! Forearm by Toan! Forearm by EN2! CL: STIFF AS FUCK!!! JH: You can hear those forearms from right up here! Momoko: That’s nothing compared to his chops though… And right on cue… Toan swings back his right hand before smacking it across the chest of the Extreme Ninja #2!!! [align=center]CUR-ACK!!![/align] CM: OUCH!!! EN2 clutches at his chest before firing up and hitting an overhand chop of his own to the chest of his much larger opponent… [align=center]CUR-ACK!![/align] CL: FUCK ME!!! Momoko: I’d rather watch Smackdown, thanks very much. Toan sneers at EN2 before swinging back another… [align=center]CUR-ACK!!![/align] EN2 reels from the pain but fires back up with another dreaded overhand… [align=center]CUR-ACK!!![/align] Toan favours his chest before looking back up with a loud, angry yell before swinging back once again… [align=center]CUR-ACK!!![/align] JH: OH, MY… GAHD!!! The crowd begin chanting as EN2 starts to stagger backwards from the brutal strike by Toan… [align=center]HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT![/align] Nevertheless, EN2 comes back with a double Mongolian-style Chop to the chest… [align=center]CUR-ACK!!![/align] Toan reels from the pain but manages to skeet in an eye gouge to the Extreme Ninja of FIW before roughly pushing him into a corner turnbuckle… On the outside Ghost is busy assaulting Vinj with a screwdriver which she no doubt found under the ring left by the ring crew before Vinj slumps over near the corner that EN2 is being laid by Toan. Ghost steps on the neck of Vinj, choking him as she grabs a handful of Extreme Ninja #2’s ring attire to prevent him from getting out of the corner. LOBO notices this and helps to give a hand with preventing EN2 from escaping as Toan reels back his hand once again… [align=center]CUR-BAM!!![/align] The entire arena winces in repulsion from the chop’s effect on Extreme Ninja #2 before everyone’s favourite faecal starts up again… [align=center]HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT![/align] CL: What the fuck happened?? Please tell me someone just got shot… JH: No! Nobody got shot! We don’t need the lawsuits… again. Both LOBO and Ghost continues to hold onto Extreme Ninja #2’s ring attire as Toan begins digging into his boot whilst holding onto EN2’s throat with his left hand… Elsewhere on the outside General Kumar and Maj Tahal are laying the boots to Jack Lovecraft but are immediately set upon by the Lovecraft groupies, if you will, of the Eryinyes who give the General a jolly good clouting if you want to be overly British about it, I say. Maj passes an odd glance at them before just shrugging and starts to look under the ring for more plunder… and brings out a table. CL: Oh, I can feel Sybil marking out at home already… CM: What? For tables? Momoko: From what I remember… she was weird like that. Maj begins to prop up the table at ringside between the guardrail and ring apron before going under and dragging Lovecraft to his feet… Maj then beats his cranium against the wooden construct of the table before climbing up onto the apron and poses arrogantly to the crowd, getting a torrent of jeers for his trouble… But that split second in delay allows Lovecraft to strike with a jab to the… uh… lower nutsack region of the Indian of Mass Destruction much to his visual disapproval before Lovecraft sets him up and hits a Rocket Launcher off the apron to the floor below, Maj landing with a sickening thud! CM: OW!! JH: Lovecraft with no mercy! A toss to the arena floor! CM: Never mind about that… he just hit him in the family jewels! JH: *sighs in disgust* Maj reels on the floor as General Kumar is still being battered by the three Goth chicks that Lovecraft brought along with him but he manages to hold is own by use of a chair to back them off like a Lion Tamer… the circus guy, not the move. Inside the ring, Toan has taken an ice pick out of his boot and is standing on the middle turnbuckle and stabbing it repeatedly into his cranium as LOBO and Ghost still hold onto his ring tights to prevent him from escaping! Eventually Toan lets up, hops off the turnbuckle to hit a closed fist to the cranium of the Extreme Ninja and places the ice pick in his boots once again… Ghost releases her grip on EN2’s ring attire and takes her foot off Vinj’s throat, who looks to be out of it. Toan pulls EN2 out of the turnbuckle and throws him over the top rope to the outside where he flops over and bangs his head against the steel guardrail… Ghost pulls Vinj into the ring before following in herself, screwdriver still in hand… Toan drags Vinj up to his feet as Ghost gets to her own and pushes him into the nearest turnbuckle. Ghost and Toan grab Vinj by his dyed blue hair and deliver a pair of headbutts… they both Irish whip Vinj across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Toan comes roaring in and smacks Vinj upside the head with a lariat before throwing Vinj out… Vinj stumbles right into Ghost who stabs him in his head with the screwdriver which sends him down to the canvas. JH: Oh, good Lord! CL: Ha-ha! Blood! And yes, indeed, Vinj is bleeding as a result of the assault… Outside, Lovecraft picks Maj back to his feet and throws him over the guardrail and into the crowd… the fans scatter as Maj flies over, knocking over several rows of chairs with Lovecraft in pursuit. Maj slowly gets to his feet as Lovecraft gets over the guardrail before the two begins swinging punches in the mist of the roaring crowd! Inside the ring, Toan has left the ring to search under the ring but not before giving the fallen Ninja a heavy stomp on the back of the head prior… Toan pulls out a table from under the ring, sliding it into the ring before following threw… Toan sets the table in the turnbuckle as Ghost loosely places the screwdriver in her boot and drags Vinj up by his hair now stained with a haze of red. Ghost then drags Vinj towards the table before bashing his head into the wooden construct… Toan then comes to do the same albeit with a little more force which as a result, leaves a trail of Vinj’s blood trickling down the table as he slumps slowly down the table. CM: Now THAT is how you bash someone’s head into something. As that happens on the outside Extreme Ninja #2 starts to stir and get to his feet, clutching at the back of his head… the moment that Vinj’s head bashes against the wood for a second time does EN2 start to stumble dazed around the ring as the crowd starts to come alive for the masked wrestler… [align=center]NIN-JA! NIN-JA! NIN-JA![/align] EN2 reaches the table set up on the outside to get a breather as we cut to the crowd where Maj and Lovecraft are still brawling around the arena, going up to what must be the fifty-fifth row where chairs and fists go a-flying in all directions! Maj manages to take control before dragging Lovecraft down the rows of knocked over chairs back towards the ring… Maj hoists Lovecraft over to the floor on the outside and climbs over himself, still evidently dazed from the fist fight earlier on… Maj drags Lovecraft up to his feet and throws him in the ring, still trying to shake the cobwebs of about ninty-nine chairshots. Ghost casually walks over to Lovecraft and kicks him lightly in the side of the head. Not to cause damage but more to just agitate him before dragging the man up to his feet and into the turnbuckle with the chair wedged between the top and middle rope. Ghost takes the screwdriver out of her boot before hitting with the metal end over Lovecraft’s head… she then takes it and starts gouging him in the side of the eye with it which he lets out a pained yell. Toan simply watches Ghost in aplomb as he pushes Vinj out of the ring by his boots… Ghost then walks out of the corner, raising the screwdriver in the air which gets a torrent of jeers for the former NGIW Hellcat and a few cheers by ED and what few NGIW lifters are in the audience at the time. Ghost then turns around and comes in with a stab… but Lovecraft dodges and throws her head-first into the steel chair wedged in the turnbuckle!!! JH: That’s going to hurt in the morning! CM: No doubt about it! CL: Not unless you have a good dose of Mary Jane beforehand, am I right? Toan comes in after Ghost gets smashed into the chair and kicks his taller opponent with a rough toe kick to the midsection… Toan whips Lovecraft across the ring before swinging the strong lariat he is famous for- CM: Jesus Bomber coming up! …but Lovecraft dodges the dreaded lariat before coming in and nailing a spinning forearm smash to the face of the Deathmatch Bastard!! Toan stumbles back to his feet as Lovecraft gets up in a house of fire… not literally, though. CL: Damn! JH: What? CL: I was hoping to see a house of fire in this match. CM: Uhh? Momoko: Conse… how many times do you think I’ll let you break kayfabe before I rip out your spleen? Lovecraft hits Toan with a thunderous body slam before turning to Ghost as she stumbles to get up to her feet… he picks her up and slams her down on the canvas next to Toan with the body slam! Lovecraft gets a running start before jumping up and hitting a senton splash on both of them simultaneously!! CM: Wow! Stereo Sentons! Awesome! Lovecraft then gets back up raising his arms in the air with a roar much to the delight of the crowd! Lovecraft picks Ghost back up to her feet and lifts her up before propping her on the corner turnbuckle, pushing her down in Tree of Woe to the outside. Lovecraft climbs out onto the apron and picks up the chair Ghost’s head meet earlier on before placing it propped up near her face… He walks to the opposite side of the apron before starting to stomp on the apron to rally the fans behind him… JH: Jack Lovecraft is looking to smash that chair right in Ghost’s face! CL: NO!! NO!! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!! Lovecraft gets a running start… but is cut off with a Jesus Bomber by Toan from inside the ring! Lovecraft bumps on the apron as ED helps take the chair propped up on Ghost’s face before attempting to revive her already dazed girlfriend, pushing her up back onto the top-rope as Toan rolls to the outside stumbling around in a dizzy fashion similar to Terry Funk. CL: I suppose I should be thankful for Toan to stop Ghost’s face from being smashed in… Momoko: I don’t think he’d care either way about whether you were or not. I sure wouldn’t. CM: Meow! Lovecraft clutches at his throat as he stands to get back up and Ghost stays propped up on the top-rope… As Jack Lovecraft gets to a vertical base does Ghost leap off and apply a headscissors around Lovecraft before HITTING A SWINGING HURRICANRANA OFF THE APRON AND THREW THE TABLE SET UP BETWEEN IT AND THE GUARDRAIL!!!! CL: FULLY FUCKIN’ SICK!!!! JH: OH, MY GOD!!!! However as the crowd just start to begin their next faecal chant does Extreme Ninja #2 climb into the ring, still holding onto his head from the impact of hitting the barricade earlier on… the crowd pops and comes alive as he points out at the side where Ghost and Lovecraft went threw the table earlier on. He begins to size up the place as Ghost starts to stir and get to her feet with the assistance of ED… the Extreme Ninja of FIW gets a head of steam off the ropes… TOPE CON HILO ONTO GHOST AND ED!!!! CL: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The crowd once again, gets ready to do the famed chant when Maj Tahal makes an appearance by climbing into the ring having shaken off the cobwebs from his earlier brawl with Lovecraft… however gets nothing but jeers compared to the cheers that EN2 got earlier. Lovecraft, the Hell’s Belles and the Extreme Ninja #2 start to get up to their feet as Maj sizes them up… he runs to the ropes and… GOES OVER THE TOP-ROPE WITH A CROSSBODY BLOCK ONTO ALL OF THEM!!! CM: HOLY CRAP!!! Yet again, nobody gets the chance to start the chant up as Vinj climbs into the ring, still bleeding from earlier on but fired up nonetheless! He waits until the entire group of Maj, Lovecraft, Ninja and the Hell’s Belles get back up as General Kumar attempts to assist his client at getting up… Vinj then runs towards them as they turn to see him coming towards them and reach his hands between the top and middle rope… Vinj: OOOGA-BOOGA!!!~ The sudden surprise attack by Vinj causes both General Kumar and Maj to jump up out of surprise, in the direction of the entire group which, as a result, knocks them all down again. JH: *laughs* Same old Vinj. Vinj turns around and gets a Yakuza kick in his face by the self-confessed Hardcore Jesus, sending him threw the ropes to the outside before Toan is given a chair slid in by LOBO Malvado. Toan sets the chair up near the ropes before pointing to the sky in a familiar fashion to the crowd’s delight… CL: Are you kidding me?!? CM: Suicidal, homicidal, genocidal… Toan waits until the group, once again, starts to get to their feet before running towards the opposite ropes… he returns to the chair before just stopping, picking it up and throwing it towards the group which, yes, all go down as the crowd jeers Toan like there is no tomorrow. JH: Toan wouldn’t give the fans the satisfaction of seeing him do a dive. CL: He should have. I would have loved to see him break his… Momoko: His what, Conse? CL: Eek! Break his… record! For… long… jumping. I think. Toan berates the crowd who start up a “Sabu” chant before the Hardcore Jesus drops down and under the ropes before pulling Extreme Ninja #2 back to his feet as he lightly kicks at his team mates in an attempt to revive them. Toan throws the Extreme Ninja of FIW into the ring and follows him in… Toan picks EN2 to his feet and fires a forearm to the face… but the Extreme Ninja fires back with one of his own! Toan looks surprised and hits a harder forearm… but the Extreme Ninja fights back with an even harder forearm to the face that rocks Toan!! EN2 hits a series of repeated forearms to the face before kicking Toan onto one knee… EN2 gets a running start off the ropes and springs off Toan’s knee over his head… comes back and hits- JH: I STEP YOU YOU!!!~ Extreme Ninja with the cover!!! [align=center]One! Two!! TH- NO!! MAJ TAHAL BREAKS UP THE THREE COUNT!!![/align] Maj drags the Extreme Ninja up from breaking up the count before applying a front facelock, hoisting EN2 up with the- JH: LOTUS!!! CL: BRAINBUSTAHHH!!!! Maj with the cover!! [align=center]ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!! NO!!! LOVECRAFT BREAKS UP THE COUNT!!![/align] Jack Lovecraft picks Maj back up, goes behind and scores with the- CL: CRUCIBAL!!!! Cover!!! [size-10][align=center]ONE!!! TWO!! THREE!!! YES!!! BUT GHOST BROKE UP THE COUNT BEFORE THE THREE!!!![/align][/size] Ghost pulls Jack Lovecraft up and applies the front facelock with the leg grapevine before spiking him with the- CL: FADEEEEEEEEEEEEE… JH: TOOOOO WHITE!!!! Cover by Ghost!!! Hook of the leg!! [align=center]ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! … NOPE!!! VINJ BROKE IT UP JUST BEFORE THE THREE!!![/align] And, yes… Vinj picks Ghost up, hook the full nelson and hits the- JH: MEDIOCRE JOKER!!!! But before he can get even a 1-count does ED come in and stomp him dead in the nuts!! She even stomps a little on Jack Lovecraft, which probably wasn’t the best thing to do as one of the Eryinyes girls, can’t remember which one, storms the ring and throws her down in the ring catfight-like style. CM: *squealing* CATFIGHT! CAT-FIGHT!!! The fight goes to the outside as the Aussie chick starts shouting amuck of slang about “that bloody barmy Sheila” as Lovecraft gets to his feet, favouring his neck from the spiked DDT from Ghost earlier… Both he and Vinj kick Toan, who has just gotten up, and hook him up for a double suplex before slamming him down to the canvas! Vinj with the cover! ONE! TWO! TH- NO! MAJ AND GHOST BREAK IT UP! Maj tackles with Vinj which ends up them both falling out of the ring, both ending up cracking their heads on the steel barricade… for reasons I’m running out of juice to explain as the Extreme Ninja gets up dazed but willing to help. Lovecraft lifts Toan up in a Spinebuster-style position as the Extreme Ninja of FIW walks groggily over to the ring apron… he springs up onto the top-rope and hits a flying lariat knocking Toan off Lovecraft’s and to the canvas!! Cover!!! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!! YES!!! NO!!! GHOST BREAKS IT UP AGAIN!!! Extreme Ninja sighs before throwing Ghost out of the ring, climbs on the apron and hits a Moonsault off the apron onto her!! Jack Lovecraft looks around the ring, seeing the blood-stained table from earlier on still propped up in the corner… Jack gets up, already in a world of pain, and shuffles over to the table before pulling it out of the turnbuckle and sets it up properly near the turnbuckle. Jack picks Toan back to his feet and drags him to the table, before laying him on it… Jack then shuffles over to the turnbuckle and hoists himself up to the middle-rope but Toan still has some life in him and gets up lazily off the table to punch Jack in the midsection… Toan, breathing heavily and in predictably dazed from the punishment he’s withstood so far, climbs up to the middle-rope and hooks a front facelock on Jack Lovecraft… however Jack won’t budge for a superplex attempt. Jack climbs up top and applies a standing headscissors looking to hit a powerbomb off the top… but Toan won’t budge either! They continue to struggle before Toan ends up back body dropping Lovecraft over his head but falls off the turnbuckle in the process, sending them both crashing to the canvas and threw the table!!! JH: The end is definitely in sight… they can’t keep up such a fast pace! Fuzz looks at the carnage and the carcasses on display from the violence with a William DaFoe expression of “WHHHHYYYY???????” for several seconds as on the outside, Ghost and EN2 both slowly pull themselves into the ring as Fuzz looks over for signs of life by all the men down in and outside the ring… Ghost and EN2 get up on rubbery legs before starting to slug it out with wild windmill-like fists… Ghost! Ninja! Ghost! Ninja! Ghost! Ninja! Ninja grapples and goes behind with a waistlock… goes attempts to fire back with elbows but Ninja keeps his head close to her back to prevent them from connecting. Ghost eventually reverse the grapple the standard way before attempting a German to no avail… Ninja reverses the grapple for one of his own but Ghost stomps on his foot and reverses with one of her own before DROPPING HIM TO THE CANVAS WITH A GRAPEVINE DDT!!! CL: FAAAADEEE TO WHYYYYTAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! Ghost bounces back up from the DDT and moves to cover, BUT NO!! JACK LOVECRAFT IS STAGGERING LIKE A ZOMBIE INTO GHOST!! CM: How the hell is he even moving!? JH: I guess being a cult leader gives him supernatural powers. CM: Oh, right, like that ever happens in real life. JH: It did for our general manager. CM: Oi... At this time Toan has gotten up on one knee and is fiddling with something in his boots as Ghost reverses a strike into a wristlock. Ghost pushes Jack towards Toan’s general direction as Toan stands up having lit something with a strange orange glow emanating from his right hand which swings towards him… TOAN THROWS A FIREBALL DEAD IN THE FACE OF JACK LOVECRAFT!!!!! CL: HOLY FUCK!!!!! CM: FIRE!!!! FIRE!!!! FIRE!!!!! GHOST ROLLS THE BURNING LOVECRAFT UP WITH A SCHOOL BOY ROLL-UP!!!! [align=center]ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! RING THE BELL!!![/align] Vinj sides in just a SECOND too late and sighs as Ghost's arm is raised. MA: Your winners! Toan! Maj Tahal! Aaaaand GHOOOOOOOOST!!! CL: Well, Ghost continues to prove to us she's on top of the world of awesome. CM: How d'ya figure? Toan's the one that set Lovecraft's ass on fire. JH: Was that even a legal pin!? CL: Shut up, Hitchen. The ref called it legal, that's all that matters. That, and Ghost got a victory over Extreme Ninja. JH: She didn't even cover him! She pinned Lovecraft! CL: JUDAS! Stop being so FUCKING biased all the time, Hitchen! GOSH! CM: ... gosh? CL: Shut up. 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| Minister Wighty | Sep 14 2006, 04:13 AM Post #5 |
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FIW’s camera crew cuts away from the action and to a dimly lit locker room, the pieces of dust visibly floating through the air in the one source of over head light in the room. Several figures stand near the lockers inside the room, each one sporting black slacks and a black shirt with the ReVolt logo. Upon a closer look it is apparent that they are all students of FIW’s very own Straight Edge Savior, all of them looking uneasy. Gently the camera zooms in and pans to the right, revealing a black leather couch and a figure sitting on it. Quietly Onikage laces up his boots as this and putting on his elbow pad seems to be the sole things left to do. His expression behind the leather mask appears to be oddly somber, not quite the emotionless and card look he is normally sporting. Nor does it seem to be the focused game face he also most of the time is seen with. After a few moments of silence he finishes lacing the boots and leans back on the couch. The dark hazel that surrounds the dark orbs that are his pupils stare up at the sole light in the room. Suddenly his chest shakes a bit, and starts steadily more and more shaking, muffled chuckling is heard behind his lips. It becomes too much for him as he opens his mouth, allowing his chuckling to be more clearly picked up as he rests a hand over his lower forehead and eyes. The students look among themselves as their master’s laughter pierces the silence in the locker room. One of them checks his watch and walks forward to the couch, bringing Onikage’s laughter to a halt. Koji: Sensei, are you ready? We should be taking our leave from this room; your contest is soon approaching. Slowly the hand leaves his face, revealing his dark hazel eyes once more and once again staring up at the light, a playful yet cruel looking smirk pops up over his lips. Onikage: Yes, I believe I am. And with that said he stands up, snatching his elbow pad and windbreaker in mid-standing up and sets some thing down not noticed till now. He marches towards the door with his pupils right behind him in a line as the camera cuts else where. Once they have left the room, the camera zooms in on the object that Onikage set down on the couch. Revealing it to be an older looking photo, showing him in gear similar to the style he wore near the start of his Rising days and him smiling lightly. And a much younger looking JJ, who is grinning brightly with his arm around his master’s shoulders, giving the camera user a peace sign. Slowly the camera fades to commercial on the image… [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] [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 Fighting Spirit Championship clutched in his right fist that is raised high for all to see, and the glass covered chair known as Redrum gripped in his left. CM: Wake me up when his entrance is over, would you? JH: I have heard stories about what he’s done to people with that chair. Rocky Rockman…Dante Coles…Grant Rice…Some Kind of Monster at Riot Break still makes me shiver to this day. CL: That was the only time I could stomach this idiot was when he was making Monster bleed. [align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE? YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH![/align] He lowers the belt, slinging it proudly over his right arm and starts his stride down the stairs and towards the ring, the strap of the belt dangling against his shoulder as he surveys his wildly cheering and generally moshing fans. A proud smile crosses the Prince of Pain's face while he soaks up the reaction, though he keeps his eyes fixed tirelessly on the ring. As he passes by the camera, he stops to doff his coat off his massive shoulders before hauling himself onto the apron and entering the ring. He goes to one corner and raises the belt high once more for the fans to shoot flashbulbs at. He steps down, draping the title in his corner and producing a single white lily from his pocket. He picks off the petals, crushing each one in his hand and scattering them all over his belt and his corner. Once his little 'ritual' is done Nightmare settles into his corner, watching his opponent or the entryway intently as his music fades away. 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] JH: Looks like Kiyoshi’s bringing a chain to this ARMS Division Ex match, that chain he’s got must be at least 9 feet long! 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. MA: LLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN! The following contest is the special ARMS DIVISION EXXXX MATCH, and it is for the FIW FIGHTING! SPIRIT! CHAMPIONSHIP! Wooooooo. MA: This match is scheduled for three ten minute rounds, and the first man to score a knockout or submission beforehand will win the title! Introducing first, standing to my left is the challenger! Led to the ring tonight by Daisuke “The Crow” Tanaka, he hails from Komachi City, Aichi Prefecture in Japan, he weighs 260 pounds…KIIIIYOSHI! NAAAKAAAHAAATAAAAAAA! Half of the crowd sends cheers ringing out for Kiyoshi while others boo the living hell out of Daisuke. MA: And his opponent, hailing from Portland, Oregon, he weighs two hundred and seventy five pounds and is your reigning FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIONNNN…THE PRINCE OF PAIN….THIS! IS! NNNNNNIIIGHTMARRRREEE! BOOM. A huge pop for the FSC as he hands his belt over and smacks Redrum against the mat, obviously the Prince of Pain is ready to party. Kiyoshi readies his chain, whirling it a little bit, psyching himself up as the ref checks both of their weapons, seeing that everything is in order he calls for the bell! JH: Here we go!...wait, what is Kiyoshi doing? Kiyoshi seems to have thrown the other end of the chain to Nightmare while keeping hold of his end, silently daring Nightmare to pick the chain up. Nightmare looks out at the crowd briefly, tentatively wielding Redrum in his right hand as the crowd eggs him on to pick the chain up. Nightmare complies, lifting the chain in his right hand and wrapping a bit of it around his fist as the two pull it taut, and begin circling each other pulling on the chain. CM: I’m…still lost. JH: Apparently Kiyoshi wants this to be on an even playing field, offering up the chain to Nightmare to see if either of them can gain an opening. These two men don’t even need weapons like this to have us enjoy this match, they could get it done merely based on ability. Kiyoshi seems to be gaining a little ground but Night now plants his feet and yanks Kiyoshi forward, dropping his end of the chain before wielding the chair with both hands, tattooing Kiyoshi across the back with it! Blood begins to rivulet from each of the cuts that the glass has made, as Kiyoshi swats Nightmare’s advance away now that he has regained his bearings with a couple low kicks to the ankles, even landing a kick on the right knee. CM: Grimace has really got to think about protecting that knee. If he’s even CAPABLE of thinking. CL: BLOODBLOODBLOODBLOODBLOODBLOOD—~kktzzt~ JH: Conse’s brain finally fizzled out? CM: Nah, Bitchen, I just unplugged his mic. I respect the guy when he’s shittin’ on you, but when he starts creamin’ himself over a little blood, THAT’s what pisses me off. Nightmare backs up a little bit feeling the effects of the kick, as Kiyoshi wraps part of his chain around his fist and lashes out with a palmstrike, doming Nightmare across the face and really making the champ stagger. Kiyoshi throws a low kick to the stomach to upright the Prince and throws another chain-assisted palm, but Nightmare swerves his head to the side avoiding the contact, he drops Redrum and in one fluid motion catches Kiyoshi in such a way that he can T-Bone Suplex him to the mat! Kiyoshi’s impact causes him to roll out of the ring! JH: Crisp T-Bone suplex by Nightmare, he can sure throw with the best of them! CL: Dumbass better get his chair back, Redrum or Redwine or whatever the fuck it’s called. CM: You turned his mic back on? JH: I didn’t, tech guys did. Blame them. Nightmare retrieves his chair, apparently he heard Conse or something to that effect as Daisuke helps Kiyoshi get back into the ring, the chain still gripped in Kiyoshi’s hand, as Kiyoshi squares up and advances on Nightmare again, the Prince waiting for him. However this time it’s Kiyoshi that gets the advantage by feinting a low kick, and when Night backs up out of the way Kiyoshi LUNGES forward smashing another chain-assisted palmstrike across Nightmare’s face! He follows up with a forearm strike, then pushes Nightmare back and SMACKS him again with a chain-palm! Nightmare goes down although he’s still got ahold of his chair, Kiyoshi takes Nightmare’s free hand in his grasp and delivers a sharp kick to the shoulder joint before wrapping his chain around Night’s wrist, he pulls it taut before falling back in almost a cross-armbreaker type move, hyperextending Nightmare’s arm with use of the chain! CM: DAMN, that has to hurt. JH: He’s pulling back with that chain, and is trying to break Nightmare’s arm! I may not like a match like this one bit but I respect the men in the match for the lengths they want to go to, to become champion, and to remain champion. CL: BREAK HIS ARM, DAMN IT! Although Nightmare’s face shows that he is in a considerable amount of pain, thankfully they are near the northwest corner of the ring so Nightmare with his long legs reaches out a couple times, not quite making the ropes, he screams out in pain again as Kiyoshi cranks back on the chain-assisted Jujigatame before finally, Night pushes himself up to his feet which rolls Kiyoshi back onto his shoulders, Kiyoshi continues to crank on the armbreaker which Nightmare is certainly feeling, but he has enough time now standing on his feet to wield Redrum and raise it with one hand, smashing it down across his own hand and across Kiyoshi’s face! Nightmare rolls away, his arm that isn’t holding Redrum limp at it’s side cursing in pain, as Kiyoshi is down with the chain now loose in his hand. JH: I’ve never seen anybody counter a cross armbreaker like that before but boy, was it effective! CL: Dumbfuck caught his hand too! Indeed, Nightmare is cut open from the forearm down, adding to the nice shiner he now has thanks to those BRUTAL shots laid in earlier by Kiyoshi. Nighty shakes his head clear of the cobwebs caused by those shots, and rises to his feet with help of the ropes, but just as his focus falls back on Kiyoshi the bell rings to signal the end of the first round. The crowd cheers at the brutality of the match already as Kiyoshi finds his way to his feet and rests in his corner. JH: So, gentlemen, who are you scoring in this match? CM: Kiyoshi obviously took this round. Grimace just stood there and let him kick the shit out of him. CL: I’ll agree only because I hate Nightmare’s fucking guts. After a few minutes of break time the bell rings again, and this time Night advances rather tentatively out of the corner, as if he’s warily watching the chain whirling in Kiyoshi’s hand. On a shout from Daisuke, Kiyoshi lunges, whipping the chain at Nightmare’s face but the Prince backpedals, avoiding another lethal swing before snapping off a quick elbow to the nose that staggers Kiyoshi and halts his advance, allowing Nightmare to jab him in the gut with the non-glass covered edge of Redrum, Kiyoshi doubles over and Nightmare follows up by whipping him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound—no! Kiyoshi ducks under the foot and grabs Nightmare’s arm with the chain, whipping him over his head to the mat! JH: Nice! That maneuver is one of the most basic of Judo throws so I’m told, known as a Seio Otoshi, and Kiyoshi executed it to a T. CM: Nightmare lost his chair on the way to the mat! Keep it away from him Kiyoshi! [align=center]1! 2![/align] Kiyoshi tries to go to the mat and apply his Dojime Sleeper to keep Night away from his chair but Nightmare pops him with a back elbow strike, stunning ‘Yoshi and making him back up towards the corner, Night quickly grabs his chair and turns around, LAUNCHING IT INTO KIYOSHI’S SKULL SABU STYLE! Kiyoshi drops to his ass in the corner, bleeding now from several cuts on his face, Nightmare heads over to the far adjacent corner after retrieving his chair and raises it high into the air, then he takes off running, and when he gets to Kiyoshi at the very last second he drops the chair and KICKS IT INTO KIYOSHI’S FACE, WASHING THE GLASS ACROSS HIS CHEEK! CL: HOLY PENGUIN SHIT! GRIMACE JUST KICKED HIS FACE OFF! JH: FACE ERASER WITH THE CHAIR! Nightmare retrieves his chair from the arena floor following the face wash and rolls away from Kiyoshi who is now bleeding heavily from the face, the ref goes to check on him to see if he had been knocked out but surprisingly Kiyoshi is stumbling his way to his feet, bleeding liberally but with the chain gripped in his hand. JH: Nightmare thought he had it there, with that BRUTAL chair-assisted facewash! Kiyoshi’s showing his resolve though by fighting his way back to his feet! The crowd cheers at Kiyoshi’s tenacity, and Nightmare looks impressed as well as he tenses up waiting for Kiyoshi’s advance, Kiyoshi does advance but a hell of a lot faster than Nightmare expected, he strikes out with a low kick to the knee then clinches Nightmare around the head, firing several knee strikes into his stomach and chest before popping his hips and taking him over with an impressive front suplex, clattering Redrum to the mat! CL: Come on, beat this idiot and get it the fuck over with! JH: Nightmare’s title is in jeopardy if he doesn’t retrieve his chair within the five count! 1! 2! Kiyoshi wraps his chain around his arm now and after he tightens it he goes to attack, apparently looking for mounted strikes, but Nightmare kicks him away and scrambles forward, grabbing his chair in one hand before rolling away to avoid a stomp by Kiyoshi, Nightmare gets to his feet and gets ROCKED by a hard forearm strike from the hand with the chain wrapped around it, blood now streaming from a nice cut below Nightmare’s eye, Kiyoshi rears back and swings again but Nightmare ducks, barely missing the chain smashing against his face, Nightmare turns and on the rebound he raises a big boot right into Kiyoshi’s face! Kiyo’ goes down although the chain’s still wrapped around his arm, and Nightmare jumps, putting Redrum underneath him as he legdrops it onto Kiyoshi’s chest! Kiyoshi SCREAMS in pain from the glass gashing him all over as Nightmare rolls away pulling the chair off of Kiyoshi, the bell ringing to signal the end of Round 2. JH: Wow. This unorthodox Arms Division Ex match has quickly become a brutal encounter between these two men, and I think little else except pure competitive spirit is keeping them going at this point. CL: This is the last chance though for Grimace to pick it the fuck up and finish Kiyoshi off. Kiyoshi dominated him again in this round. JH: I don’t know, I think Nightmare took that round just by the sheer brutality he perpetrated, although Kiyoshi dished out an impressive amount of punishment. The bell rings again after the minutes of rest pass, and surprisingly both men burst from their rest positions and charge each other, Kiyoshi swinging his chain-covered forearm at Nightmare who ducks and sends a lethal chairshot at Kiyoshi’s head, Kiyoshi ducks that as well, he hunkers down and grabs Nightmare around the neck forcing him down so he can tattoo a knee strike off of Nightmare’s skull, Nighty staggers back but when Kiyoshi follows to keep the pressure on Nightmare lashes out with a headbutt! Kiyoshi fires back with a forearm shot, then another knee strike, as the crowd continues to boom with noise after each attack! JH: What a fight! Somebody’s gotta blink here! Nightmare staggers back, seemingly on the ropes here as Kiyoshi unwinds the chain from his forearm, looping it around the back of the Fighting Spirit Champion’s neck before pulling it taut, looking for another chain assisted throw but Nightmare manages to twist out of it before Kiyoshi can throw him, using his impressive strength to backdrop Kiyoshi to the mat! Night shakes the chain off his shoulders, though Kiyoshi grabs ahold of his weapon, and as soon as Kiyoshi reaches his feet he lashes out with another shot, staggering Nightmare and allowing Kiyoshi to whip him into the ropes, Nightmare rebounds off of them and wails the chair at Kiyoshi’s head who ducks, Nighty turns around and gets YANKED over Kiyoshi’s head by an Ipponzei! CM: IPPONZEI! Grimace is done! Kiyoshi now floats over and wraps the chain around Nightmare's knees as he kneels on Night’s head, Kiyoshi then drags the chain over his shoulder so that Nightmare gets stretched as if Kiyoshi had him in a Boston Crab! CL: What the blue fuck is Kiyoshi doing? JH: In layman’s terms I would call that a chain-assisted Lion Tamer variant, but…Whatever it is it is pushing TREMENDOUS pain on Nightmare’s knee! That bad right knee! Nightmare scrambles for the ropes but Kiyoshi’s got the hold synched in, Night is trying to reach the bottom rope with his long arms but he just cannot get his arms wrapped around it, he continues to fight bravely, trying everything he can think of to escape the hold but nothing seems to be working, and whether it’s pain or anger, we really can’t tell as Nightmare begins to pound the mat signaling his submission! CM: HAHA! IT’S OVER!!! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by Round 3 Submission, and the NEW FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIONNNNN, KIYOSHIIIIII NAAAKAAHATAAAA!! Kiyoshi releases the hold as Nightmare rolls to a corner holding his bad right knee in pain, Daisuke comes in elatedly celebrating with the new champion who we’re not really sure is aware of what’s going on, but seems to be aware enough to celebrate exhaustedly with his manager. For some reason, Nightmare has exited the ring now and is limping over to the timekeeper’s table, grabbing his Fighting Spirit title. CL: What the hell? Is Grimace not letting him have it or some immature shit like that? Nightmare re-enters the ring now, all eyes on the dethroned champion, as Nightmare takes the FSC and……drapes it across Kiyoshi’s shoulder, to TREMENDOUS cheers! He shakes Kiyoshi’s hand, mouthing something about being a ‘fucking animal’ then leaves the ring, his head held high as now Kiyoshi returns to celebrating, Daisuke surprised at what he’s just seen. CL: Gag me with a fucking knife. If that’s not the most cornball thing I’ve ever seen, may Cthulhu eat my spine where I sit. JH: We'd better cut to something else. Spine ingestion gets a tad graphic for the younger audiences. Cutting to a hall way that Extreme Ninja #2 and Extreme Ninja #3 are walking down, EN #2 with his championship and robe slung over his shoulder. Suddenly Smarty Smark storms up from behind them, shoving Extreme Ninja #2 into a bunch of boxes to the side. Ninja tries to stand back up but Smarty shoves him back into the boxes again as he glares at him. While all of this is going on Paper Bag Man shuffles onto the scene, standing beside EN #3 looking utterly, well, unknown due to their masks. Smarty Smark: What the heck was that out there?! Extreme Ninja #2 stares at him clueless and shrugs his shoulders which gets a snarl out of Smarty. Smarty Smark: You lost! The other team got the victory! You didn’t even seem to be trying to get the win out there! Do you know how badly that reflects upon me?! PBM: Uh, sir, maybe you shouldn’t be so hard on hi- Smarty Smark: Stuff it noob or I’ll send you to a worse place than a one man play by Jar-Jar Binks! PBM sighs lightly and hangs his head in defeat as he nods it softly. PBM: Yes sir. Without warning Extreme Ninja #3 writes some thing and whips Smarty around so they are face to face. Extreme Ninja #2 waves his arms behind Smarty, trying to warn the other Extreme Ninja not to do any thing. The Manager of the Superstars looks the third Extreme Ninja up and down and scoffs in his masked face. Smarty Smark: What do you want, artist formerly known as Emo Ninja #3? Extreme Ninja #3’s Notepad Reads: I think you are being a bit hard on him. I mean, yeah, we didn’t win, but he did seem to be trying to do his best out there. Maybe it’s just me, but I think that’s all you can honestly ask of him every week. Besides as the old saying goes, some times you win some, some times you lose some. Smarty Smark puts his sausage finger hands on his hips as he glares at EN #3 and shakes his head. Smarty Smark: No one asked your opinion, Barney the Talentless Ninja, so step off. He shoves Extreme Ninja #3 and smirks confidently; letting out a snort like giggle fit as EN #3 stands up straight, dusting himself off. Smarty turns his attention back to EN #2 and glares at him once again. To further add to his point, he points one of his chubby digits at the enigmatic wrestler. Smarty Smark: Since I’m in no mood to rip into you and this was the first time you slipped up this badly, I’ll let you off with a warning. Don’t let this happen again or so help me, I’ll use your contract to get you to start writing on that cute little sign of yours, would you like fries with that, got me? Ninja #2 quickly nods his head and Smarty nods his once firmly before he storms off with PBM right behind him, the camera fading to the ring… CM: So what’s next again? CL: A match involving a ridiculous stipulation. JH: Really? I thought you’d be the one who’d like it, seems very like some thing Horrorcore would do. CL: Don’t run the good name of Horrorcore through the mud. CM: Oh, right, that handicap match. JH: Yes, a match that Onikage himself requested for, though that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the next contest that is scheduled for this edition of ReVolt is set to one fall to a finish and your official is Logan Black. And this’ll be the first ever…ROLL OF THE DICE MATCH~! CL: Who knows with that bastard, he is as sensible as I’m fucking politically correct. CM: So quite a bit? CL: …Don’t make me hit you. JH: Any ways, it would seem either Kailey and JJ are getting the chance they’ve perhaps been hoping for or walking right into a trap of some sort. CM: Bitchen! Bitchen! He threatened me! JH: What do I look like, your moth…don’t answer that, please…*Shudders* The memories, the memories, it’s okay, it’s okay, he’s gone now, no more mom jokes, no more mom jokes, breathe, breathe, breathe… 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. MA: Introducing first, he hails from Parts Unknown and stands at six feet and two inches, weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! JH: This man seemingly has no concept of law or even right, he simply does whatever it is he wishes to do. CM: I think, I mean, he’s still a freak and a traitor, but, I kind of like that about him. He just doesn’t sit there being all emo and feeling sorry for himself or let the rules get in his way. The misfit goes out and gets the job done, whether that’s giving disturbing presents to the person he likes or abducting them. CL: I hope the fucker gets his face kicked in tonight. "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey and JJ stride toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up or two. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd as she moves to her corner while JJ charges and slides in under the bottom rope, quickly following Kailey to the corner. MA: And introducing the reigning FIW Tag Team Champions of the World, they weigh in at a combined weight of three hundred and thirty pounds, one hails from Nashville, Tennessee and the other hails from Lansing, Michigan…THEY! ARE! KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEY LLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNE~! AND~! JAAAAAAY JAAAAAAAAAAY~!!! CL: Holy shit, that little guy is getting quite the positive reaction tonight along side Kailey’s. JH: Probably due to the fact that JJ hails from not too far away from this area in Michigan. CM: Shush, both of you, the first roll is coming. [align=center]The ReVolTron lights up and all that is seen is a black table top for a few moments before a dice is thrown onto it. This dice bounces across the table, stopping after making it half way across it. It tilts on it’s side at first but gravity gives out, falling down to reveal the name “JJ”[/align] JH: And we start things off with two people who have unfinished business from Dangerous Liaisons! CM: Cool, hopefully we get a remake of that ending. CL: Indeed, except this time it’s Onikage getting knocked out. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Even when the bell sounds and JJ is already outside in the cage, neither Kailey nor Onikage move from their positions, both glancing across the ring at each other, Kailey’s eyes full of fiery determination, Onikage’s full of amusement and a smirk on his face behind that hideous mask of his, the fans in attendance start to grow restless as Logan looks in between the two. Logan blinks and tells the two that the bell rung, neither even look away from each other, Black’s expression shifts to one to annoyance as the fans start to get a bit impatient, yelling at the two to start competing, but once again neither respond to the FIW referee, keeping their eyes on each other still, his smirk growing a bit wider as her eyes narrow. JJ shouts from his caged area to encourage Kailey, though his praise catches her off guard, bringing her attention to him, and before she can turn back around as it dawns on her what she’s allowed, Onikage is already sprinting through the ring towards her, she turns around to a greeting from a jumping side kick to the side of her skull, her entire body trembling from the impact of two hundred and fifty pounds kicking her. Her body staggers to the side a few steps as the masked oddity drops down to a crouching position against the mat, lunging at her with a knee strike to her mid-section, though her reflexes kick back in time for her to drop her hands, bracing herself as she catches Onikage’s knee, taking the blunt of the assault on her hands, she grits her teeth as she hisses and tosses his knee away along with him from her. CM: Ya know, these two really like that Jackie Chan stuff. JH: I think Bruce Lee would be more accurate for these two due to Kailey’s beliefs of combat and Onikage knowing so many forms of martial arts and hybridizing them. CL: Yeah, well Onikage is still a fucking dim wit, I mean seriously, this is still technically a two on one fight. JH: True, and seems like JJ is ready to prove his former teacher’s words incorrect. CL: Real good job he’s doing too, standing in that cage and all. CM: Hmmm, I’ve heard Tai Chi is the in thing to do in terms of martial arts, might have to look into that stuff. With a thud the Straight Edge Savior hits the mat and skids back across it on one knee as Lane barrels towards him, as he starts to push himself up to his feet she throws out and knocks the wind out of him with a kick to the rib cage, resulting in him stumbling the rest of his way up to his feet as he clutches his side, trying to create space between the two of them as Kailey continues on right after him. She tosses out a side hand chop with her left, aiming for his shoulder joint, though in mid-swing Onikage shoots up his arm, blocking the strike, but that doesn’t stop the southern belle, swinging out her right hand and attempting once more, this time his right arm blocks the chop, quickly he rolls their arms together, rolling through them to snatch a hold of them by the forearm. Now with Kailey’s arms at bay Onikage rears back his head and head butts the Diva, and continues to do so several times, though on the tenth time Lane lifts up her leg, bending it so it fits between the two of them and planting the bottom of her boot against his chest, slowly pushing them apart and loosening the masked freak’s grasp, though not enough to allow her to be free. But Kailey fixes that in a jiffy, uses her foot plant against her foe’s chest to push herself up, performing a somersault, and in mid-flip kicking him right on his masked chin, causing him to release her as he goes back several steps from the blow while Lane drops to a kneeling position, both immediately despite their current locations get into the best fighting stances they can, Kailey glaring up at Onikage as she catches her breath while Onikage simply smirks as if he is enjoying himself, trying to catch his breath as well. JH: This action is going too quick to call folks! Both competitors exchanging vicious martial arts strikes! CM: Ahem, it’s called Kung-Fu, Bitchen, I mean come on, martial arts, pffft, like any thing would be called that. CL: It is called martial arts you dumb ass, Kung-Fu was just the American bastardized term for it all. CM: Nuh huh! It’s Kung-Fu! I saw that show; it was all awesome and had fights like this. JH: Actually Chip, Conse is correct, martial arts is the correct name for this style of combat. CL: See? If the clueless and completely British Gitchen can figure it out. Like a lightning bolt Miss Lane rushes up to her feet and makes her way across the ring to her opponent, the fans cheering her on as Onikage attempts to prepare for whatever it is Kailey might have in mind, when only a few feet away from him she leaps into the air, looking for a hurricanrana or a plancha of some sort, the Straight Edge Savior ducks slightly as he uses her own momentum in mid-air to further push her over his head. But like a cat Lane lands on her feet right on the top rope, she sways a bit and her arms wiggle about a bit, trying to balance herself as the fans cheer on, Onikage not noticing yet, trying to catch him off guard she springs off of the top rope, flying backwards in a flip and in mid-fall wraps her arm around the masked oddity’s head in a front chancery, bringing him skull first down with a moonsault DDT! His head from the velocity of the move bounces off of the mat like a pin ball before his body falls over, Kailey Lane lays right beside him as she attempts to take this opportunity to get some air back in her lungs, and Logan Black just circles around the two bodies, not being able to even start a count, all of the fans in the Joe Louis Arena however are trying to rally Kailey back to her feet with chants of “Ka-i-lee” repeatedly. Amazingly these chants don’t seem to stir the southern belle but rather the sociopath that is out on his back right beside him; slowly he starts to move, clutching his head and shaking it a few times as he rolls over onto his belly, pushing himself up with his elbows and knees, it is at this time Kailey starts to stir as well, groaning from falling butt first onto the canvas, and as these two start to work their way back up to their feet, the ReVolTron lights up… CL: Ha, ha! That damn weirdo just got spiked on his fucking skull! CM: Hey! Look! Another roll of the dice! JH: If it comes up Kailey, Onikage might be in some trouble as that would give Kailey the chance to regroup a bit and leave him in not at his best condition to take on his former student. [align=center]The mysterious hand once more scoops up the dice and shakes it before rolling it, and much like before the dice skids along the table, stopping only a few moments later. The name on the dice reading two words, Kailey Lane.[/align] CM: Hey! Good job, Bitchen, you called the results! CL: Yeah, wonderful, maybe you can get a show alongside that Mind Freak guy on A&E and leave us the fuck alone. JH: I think I’ll stick to my day job guys. Black hurries over to Kailey and puts an arm over his neck, helping her up to her feet and getting her out of the ring and over to the cage, he unhooks the lock on the cage door and opens it, JJ quickly gets out of it, helping Logan help Kailey into it before he turns his attention to the ring, he frowns deeply as he rushes right at the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and getting right up to his feet as Onikage pulls himself up. A grin spreads across Onikage’s lips as he sees his opponent, lifting up one of his limp looking arms and pushes his long black locks out of his masked face, bringing the other one up in front of him, waving at JJ to come at him, and of course the once pupil of him doesn’t need to be asked twice, sprinting right at him, and like a lamb playing right into a wolf’s hands, Onikage slams JJ face first into the mat with a drop toe hold. JJ slams his palms against the canvas and rolls out from the sXe maniac’s legs’ clutches, kipping up to his feet and charging at Onikage once more as the masked oddity is up to one knee, only for the larger man to lift him up into the air and then cause him to face plant into the canvas with a flap jack, to further make a mockery out of his ex-student Onikage slaps him playfully a few times on the head, resulting in JJ trying to swat away the hands as he tries to get away from Onikage. In an attempt to catch him off guard the tag champ charges his ex-teacher once more, though at the last minute dropping and baseball sliding right between the larger man’s legs, as soon as he ends sliding he grabs a hold of Onikage’s gi shorts and uses all of his strength to bring him over, rolling him right up into a school boy as Logan Black drops down for the count! JH: JJ’s got him! JJ’s got him! CL: Yes! Make a fool out of him by beating him with a school boy! CM: Yawn-o-rama. [align=center]1![/align] CL: Be some thing if that little fucker actually got the win over his old boss. CM: Why are we getting all excited? The kid hasn’t landed a single shot in on him. JH: Maybe not, but he certainly caught him off guard and Onikage’s still hurting from Kailey’s attacks earlier in the match. [align=center]2![/align] CM: Well damn, the kid might actually just win this thing. JH: It certainly would be a way to put all the nay sayers to bed! CL: Screw that, I’d just love to see if it caused that masked bitch to cry his eyes out that his midget pupil beat him! [align=center]THR-NO! KICK OUT![/align] JH: Darn it! He was so close to that three count! CM: But close just doesn’t cut it. CL: God fucking damn it! I wanted to see Onikage cry! FIW’s most gutsy referee holds up two fingers for every fan in the building, Kailey and JJ, and all the viewers at home to see, JJ sitting down in disbelief as Onikage starts to push himself back up to his feet, with his former trainee right behind him, he grabs him on the shoulder and whips Onikage around only to get a echoing chop across the chest, and a second skin tinkling chop on JJ’s chest, turning the skin to a bright shade of red. He tries to return the favor but the Straight Edge Savior bats his hand away and unloads a rapid fire of stiff back hand chops, sending the smaller man back a bit with each strike and making his chest redder, until the last chop where disturbingly Onikage chops his student so hard skin peels right off, a few trickles of blood running down his chest slowly. A wince escapes his lips as he clutches at his chest, leaning forward a bit, though his once sensei and now foe doesn’t let up, toe kicking him on the mid-section and resulting in JJ doubling over, Onikage puts JJ’s head between his legs in a standing head scissors, wrapping his arms around JJ and lifting up his lower half before he jumps down, spiking JJ skull first onto the mat with a spiked piledriver! The Straight Edge Savior calmly pushes JJ’s limp body from between his legs and lets him fall against the mat, he gets up to his feet, a smirk on his face as he dusts himself off and his eyes stray from the ring and over to the cage where Kailey is, her eyes glaring through the bars at him as he brushes it off, leaning forward to grab a handful of JJ’s hair, however suddenly the little guy springs to life, snatching a hold of Onikage and rolling him up into a inside cradle as the ReVolTron starts to come to life! CM: Once again JJ gets a roll up in on Onikage and gets his team a possible pin fall victory! JH: At the same time, it would appear it is time once again for a roll from the dice! CL: Well, this won’t end fucking well by the looks of it. [align=center]1![/align] JH: Perhaps this has been JJ’s strategy for the match, allow Onikage into a false sense of security and then continually try to slip him up with one of these pinning techniques. CM: Yeah or that freak is just showing why he was the teacher and the runt is just getting lucky a few times. CL: Or Door number three, the midget fucking sucks and Onikage fucking sucks. [align=center]2! Our mystery hand picks up the dice for a third time and shakes it before letting it roll out its decision, gradually it comes to a stop.[/align] CL: Hey Bitchen, since you seem to have all the answers, if that dice comes up JJ as he gets the three, does that make the pin void? JH: Uh…well…I’m not entirely sure to be honest. I know a bit about the rules, but not a whole lot. CM: Damn it Bitchen, quit slacking on the job, otherwise none of us will have a clue about what we are calling. [align=center]THRE-NO! KICK OUT! And the dice falls upon the side that reads, Free Choice.[/align] CM: Ah well, guess it doesn’t matter that it didn’t fall on JJ since he didn’t manage to score the win. CL: Yeah, sucks for Onikage, Kailey can get back in there now, which just makes me happy as it ensures he gets his ass kicked. JH: It would be a wise move if JJ let Kailey in, thus he could rest up and they could take turns until one of them manages to score the win on Onikage. And it would appear Kailey is ready to do just that, one of the ringside officials helping her out of the cage as Logan looks between the two in the ring and her, and he tries to help JJ up to get him out of the ring, as Onikage gets to his feet he instantly swings out his leg, knocking his ex-student upside the head with a high side kick, shaking him, though as soon as he registers what just happened he tries to charge at Onikage. Course Logan holds him back as the masked oddity grins and waves lightly to his former pupil as he is taken out of the ring and put back in the cage to brood over that semi-cheap shot while Kailey slides back in, looking ready for action once more as Onikage sets his sights on the Diva, welcoming her back into the fold with a grin. She runs right at him and he reacts with a means to take out the wind from her sails, throwing up his arm with quite a bit of force for a lariat, but Kailey ducks under it as she wraps her arms around it and uses it to pull the rest of her body up, wrapping his other arm from behind with her legs, and in the blink of an eye she flings her clinging body back, rolling while it flips the Straight Edge Savior, spiking him right on his head with a crucifix bomb! FIW’s Southern Belle crawls out from under her foe’s larger body, pushes herself up to her feet as he gingerly sits up, only to get a mouthful with a running dropkick right to his mask via Kailey Lane, sending him back of the head first to the canvas once more, she rolls up to her feet and lifts up her fist and jumps into the air, dropping down and clubbing Onikage for good measure on his skull with a jumping fist drop! CL: Well shit, looks like Kailey has quite a bit of pent up frustration. JH: And rightfully so given what this man has been doing to her lately. CM: Looks like with all this fancy stuff she is pulling out she is targeting his skull. JH: Which is good strategy given the fact that it helps set up for both the Kailey-Go-Round and the Southern Discomfort. CL: Which is good strategy given suck up, suck up, suck up, suck up.[/mocking voice] CM: Ha, ha, burn Bitchen, burn. Both wrestlers roll away from one another and roll right up to one knee, looking across the ring from one another on opposite sides of it, they immediately start to head straight at one enough at a furious pace, when they are just a few feet from one another Kailey leaps into the air however suddenly Onikage stops dead in his tracks, as she comes flying down the masked freak throws up a knee, connecting with a knee strike to her mid-section and stopping her dead in her tracks. He ducks his head under her arm that looks like she had been going for a flying lariat and hooks his own arm around it and her neck; he snatches a handful of her camo pants, and with quite a deal of height Onikage lifts her into the air, turning the two of them before he drives her down neck and back first against the canvas with a uranage, Onikage not wanting a moment to capitalize on this and race towards the ropes. Surprisingly he, rather than bouncing off of them, walks through the ropes, out onto the apron and walks along it, climbing right up the turnbuckle and going up where he isn’t normally seen going, he doesn’t take long to jump off of the buckle, soaring through the air and driving down knee first with a diving knee drop to Kailey’s head, rolling through it to a sitting position. She writhes in pain as she clutches her face, just having two hundred and fifty pounds come down point of the knee first on it, she rolls over onto her stomach as she tries to fight through the pain, slowly getting up to her feet, when she notices Onikage she rushes right at him, diving over his shoulder and grabbing his head as she did, connecting with a sitting snap chinbreaker, otherwise known as a sitting snap stunner, sending Onikage springing back against the mat from the recoil. Once again both start to get back up to their feet, neither looking too good as both are still in pain as they stagger up to their feet, however when they meet eyes the masked oddity throws a vicious forearm, looking to take Lane’s head off, but instead Kailey side steps it and knees him with a knee strike to the gut, causing him to lean forward and let her wrap her arm around his head in a front chancery before bringing him down forehead first with a DDT as the ReVolTron lights up! JH: DDT! DDT! DDT! CL: Yes! I love it! Onikage is getting his ass handed to him! CM: Hey guys, did you notice that another roll is starting… [align=center]As most of the fans are too busy cheering Kailey on, the hand snatches the dice and rolls it once more, the crimson square bouncing along the table. It finally falls upon a choice, it reading Kailey Lane.[/align] JH: Darn it! Kailey just got back into this thing! CM: Ah well, at least JJ got some rest so he shouldn’t be too bad this time. CL: Mean while Onikage’s been fighting both of them off collectively for several rolls now and has yet to get either into a situation where he could score the win. The FIW official isn’t even finished opening the door when JJ shoves it open, storming out of the cage like a bat coming out of Hell as he charges into the ring while Logan pushes Kailey towards the ropes and she gets out and goes to the cage once more, Onikage had made his way to the ropes and is now currently using them to pull himself back up to his feet, looking over his shoulder to ensure that neither Kailey or now as the case would be, JJ sneak attack him. Sadly for Onikage, JJ isn’t waiting for him to get comfortable as he barrels right at him, perhaps looking for revenge for that kick earlier, but he seems to be in such a blind rage that when he starts throwing punches, chops and forearms at his former sensei, the Straight Edge Savior relatively easily blocks them and bats them away from his being. Growing bored with simply playing defense Onikage ducks the last shot and sweeps JJ’s legs out from under him, sending him back first to the mat, and instantly Onikage is on top of his ex-student, mounting him and unloading forearm strikes at a rapid pace upon him, assaulting him to such a degree JJ can’t even defend himself, a look growing in Onikage’s eyes like a caged animal let loose. The fans cringe and gasp at the brutality as the masked oddity is relentless with his abuse, Logan Black even looking a bit unease as Kailey continues to switch between shouting at Black to do some thing and encouraging JJ, though he can’t do any thing, and in a horrific image, blood starts coating the sXe Savior’s forearms and tape, blood even starting to squirt upward from JJ’s head. Logan tries to get near the two but in turn gets a splash of blood hitting his referee shirt as Onikage is almost now showering within his own pupil’s blood, the crowd having fallen silent as Kailey screams for some one to do some thing, but the assault just continues and blood keeps spraying Onikage, nearly covering his mask entirely in blood, Black finally can’t look at the sight any more and calls for the bell. CL: Woo! Woo! BLOOD! Yes! Blood! B-l-o-o-d! I love it, I love it, I love it! JH: Dear lord! Not this again! First Graver and now it seems JJ! CM: And don’t forget if it weren’t for JJ, Kailey probably would’ve ended up in a similar condition at Dangerous Liaisons. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: Come on! The match is over! Stop this already! CL: I may hate Onikage but…damn it…BLOOD! Yes! Oh Tier yes! Oh sweet Buddha! CM: You’d think they’d at least free Kailey by now! MA: Your winner via referee stoppage….OOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! As “Counterfeit God” blasts over the sound system Onikage continues his attack on JJ, even further bloodying the boy, Logan Black tries to grab a hold to save the tag champ but the freak shakes him off as the rest of the FIW officials stand at ringside, scared straight out of their wits as to what to do. The fans by this time are back to jeering the masked oddity at full force, almost deafening Lane’s screaming commands to get her out of the cage, finally she seems to snap one of the officials out of his in disturbingly awe like state and he helps release her from the cage, opening the door for her. Kailey doesn’t waste a single second as she runs right into the ring and as soon as she slides in under the bottom rope; Onikage looks up and stops his abuse, rolling out of the ring under the bottom rope, storming away from the ringside area as the officals get out of his way. Logan and several other FIW officials, and EMTs check on the bloody mess that was JJ as Kailey looks back over her shoulder, glaring at the ramp way where Onikage is back pedaling, grinning rather insanely as he mockingly dusts his hands together, causing the thick lawyers of blood on his arms to drip down onto the walk way. JH: I…I don’t know what to say ladies and gentlemen, thanks to Onikage a kid’s career might’ve been cut too short. CL: Jeez, this is wonderful! I haven’t seen this much kind of blood since…well, since my good ole NGIW days! CM: For some reason, I don’t think this is over between Onikage and Kailey. JH: And some thing tells me, this might have just been his plan for this match all along that bastard… |
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| Minister Wighty | Sep 14 2006, 04:33 AM Post #6 |
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JH: Next up is the undisputed international championship match, Kennedy… CL: The boobs on her, Jesus I’d so… JH: So what? CL: You wouldn’t know, little Jonathon doesn’t see day light much. JH: EXCUSE ME! I AM A SEX… CL: less moron, we know, now shush before you kill someone with your lies. 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, a spotlight rushing to light her way. She glances around at the crowd, showing no reaction to their various calls. MA: The following match is for the undisputed international championship and is for one fall, making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds and standing at five foot seven inches… 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. CL: Gentlemen… just stare at that piece of… JH: Have some dignity Conse! CL: Di… Dig… Dignity? What? CM: Excuse Conse, he’s a bit slow in his NGIW ways. CL: Want me to Ganso Bomb you? Then shut up bitch! A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel being hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten kicks the chain link fence on the stage in time with the beat of the hammer, he stays on the stage kicking until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walks to the front of the stage and stops at the stairs as Lucy pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. MA: And introducing the undisputed international champion, hailing from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia, weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds and standing at six foot three inches… XTREME KITTTTTTTTEEENNNNNN!!! As of now I am a tool Of severe impact Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again kicks the fencing with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring, they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs. I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. JH: For one of our champions, he is a very strange person. CL: Because he licks himself? Pfft in NGIW people got beast up with Dildo‘s! JH: Wow… CM: Don’t get turned on you idiot. JH: I wasn‘t. CL: Rightttt, crack and sniff. Mark Jackson takes the championship from XK and shows everyone in the arena, before handing it to a ring monkey, after he has he checks both competitors for hidden weapons, obviously Kitten looks disgusted with such a thought as his stares towards Kennedy, she in return stares towards him, there eye contact not even budging. Mark seems satisfied with both then calls for the bell, it sounds and the match begins, Kennedy and Kitten both come out of there corners but don’t rush for the attack, they instead circle the ring looking and waiting for the first attack from either, Kitten ready to attack with some vicious kicks but he waits patiently… CL: It’s not ring around the fuckin roses! SOMEONE HIT SOMEONE!! JH: It’s called mind games Conse. CM: Something you know little of, oh well except thinking your super cool, you geek. JH: I’ll have you know! No your right *sighs* CL: I give you mind, I wouldn’t mind giving Kennedy a bit of my… CM: …Cocky Conse, cocky. Kitten then with a swift kick, catches Kennedy’s lower calf, she stumbles but moves her leg to shake it off as Kitten smirks, knowing he has the psychological advantage on her. It soon fades away though as the kick triggers Kennedy to just flip out, she charges at Kitten and starting DRIVING right punches into his face, pushing him back with everything she has, she really unloads on him until Kitten just snaps a kick right into her gut, which makes her reel back. Kitten then moves towards her and grabbing her arm and twisting it over, he then launches yet another kick right into the arm making her reel back, clutching the arm. Kitten ten approaches her again, but Kennedy uses her speed to her advantage and takes XK over using the momentum to lock in a arm lock on Kitten to keep him grounded as she plans her next moves. JH: Kitten seems to have the advantage early on. CM: How? He’s on the floor! CL: Like anyone who’s seen you first thing in the morning… JH: Ha! Good one Conse. CM: Shut up! Kennedy tries to keep him down but Kitten simply lands a boot to her side, causing her to lose strength and the hold on him, she holds her side as Kitten goes to stand on his feet Kennedy kick him just as hard back though, surprising Kitten as it hits him right on the chest, he reels back not looking too happy about taking the shot. Kennedy then watches as Kitten charges at her, but she takes him over with a arm drag, he climbs to his feet and just misses with a lariat as he rolls under the attempt, he turns and out of nowhere she connects with a enziguiri that sends Kitten into the ropes, he comes back dropping to a knee not really sure or believing Kennedy’s approach. Kennedy doesn’t waste time though as he moves over quickly and hooks Kitten in a front face lock and then looks for some knees to the sternum, but Kitten blocks them, only for Kennedy then to reply with a vicious slap to the face, making Kitten reel again to the ropes… JH: Ouch! What a slap. CM: That could of damaged his face! JH: Kitten wouldn’t care, why should Kennedy? CM: Manslaughter! That’s why! CL: Ok, that‘d be fucking sexy! Kitten shakes his head then looks up to see Kennedy not giving up, she comes at him again, but he quickly uses his head and moves, dumping her through the top and middle rope, she crashes to the outside as Kitten backs away from the ropes taking a bit to slow the pace down. Kitten then makes his way out of the ring himself grabbing Kennedy by her hair and leading her to the steps, he attempts to bash her head against it, but she blocks with a elbow to the sternum, he then blocks Kennedy’s attempt to smash his face into the ring steps, he quickly replies by lifting her up and dumping her back first right onto the ring steps with a inverted releasing backdrop, the impact sickening as Kennedy flops off, looking in quite some discomfort. JH: Jesus fucking christ! CM: Jonathon! You swore! JH: He could of killed her there! What’s his problem! CL: That was awesome! Stop bitching, your worse then my wife. CM: She’s married to you… I highly doubt that. Kitten grins moving over to Kennedy, he picks her to her feet and rolls her into the ring, he follows her in and then makes the cover, looking cocky as he does so… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NO SHOULDER UP![/align] …Kitten doesn’t believe she kicks out as he sits up asking Mark what the hell? Lucy shouts in towards him to just get on with it, he stands up looking down at Kennedy as he gives her a stiff boot to the chest. He then lifts her up to a sitting position, before laying a very stiff boot right into her back, she crumbles back down to the canvas her back taking a lot of punishment off Kitten in the match thus far. CM: Kitten’s so mean… it’s kinda bad ass. JH: He’s kicking the crap out of her! It’s not cool! CL: She’s a big girl, she can Ouch! Ok maybe not *laughs* JH: Jesus! …As they speaks Kitten places his boot to her face and spins on her face, scraping his boot on her face, he walks off as the fans boo him heavily, he just smirks, wanting that little bit more heat off the fans. Kitten then again moves towards Kennedy, lifting her up to her feet, he then runs to the ropes, coming back to hit something but out of nowhere Kennedy LEAPS into the air and connects with a stunning dropkick that knocks Kitten back to the canvas, she wastes no time though in jumping on him and just striking the hell out of him, each blow just really hitting hard until Mark pulls her off, she shrugs him off and runs back toward Kitten but he sweeps her feet from her, causing Kennedy to land back on the canvas. CL: That was sexy as fuck, she was just punching and… JH: Conse pull your hand back on the table! CL: What! I can’t help it if she turned me on… CM: Well that killed my sex drive in one blow… CL: Didn’t Jonathon do that early anyways? JH: HEY! Kitten shaking off Kennedy’s blows a second ago climbs to his feet quickly and moves towards Kennedy but is taken by surprise as she kips herself up and then takes Kitten through the ropes to the outside with a hurricanrana, Kitten crashes to the outside and Kennedy lands herself on her knees, but wastes not time getting to her feet. She turns and stands by the ropes, looking for something, but her new side tells her no, so she climbs to the apron and waits there instead, Kitten climbs to his feet and as he does Kenned y leaps off the apron and connects in mid air with a tornado DDT, driving the pair down onto the mats outside, both stay down as Mark commits to a count… CM: Shades of old Kennedy there, the better Kennedy anyways. JH: The evil twisted bitch Kennedy? CL: The hot as fuck maniac who would bite your cock off with her teeth? Mmmm… CM: No the one who dressed to impress.. Like me! [align=center]1… …2... …3… …4...[/align] …Kennedy is too her feet slowly, her back still hurting as she moves to get in the ring, Kitten holding his head does the same, sliding in the ring to break the count as Kennedy kneels on the ring apron, her back really hurting. Kitten is too his feet though and moves towards Kennedy, but she as he grabs her rams her shoulder into his chest through the top and middle rope, she then leaps over as he’s doubled over looking for a roll up pin, she in fact inverts it as she rolls over taking him over with a school girl roll-up, Mark doesn’t see she has the tights in hand as he makes the cover… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE! KENNEDY WINS!!! WAIT NO SHE DOESN‘T! MARK SPOTTED THE TIGHT PULLING![/align] JH: Mark saw the tight pulling, that was close! CL: And hot! She can pull my tights any fucking day of the week CM: Yes up, nobody would like to see your… whatever you call it. CL: Love missile? Sucka-Fucka-Hugga poll of love? CM: …Your worm. Kennedy looks livid as she stands up, shouting towards Mark, but then boots down on Xtreme Kitten, she then backs up letting Kitten slowly begin to stand before she runs at him, but he sees it coming and out of nowhere leaps up and NAILS her right in the face with a knee, it cracks her in the cheek as she lands down hard on her back as Kitten lands himself on his back. Kitten then grabs Kennedy’s head and starts driving knees viciously into her shoulder, each knee really crunching her knee till he leans his body up and then brings it back and nails her one last hard time on her shoulder. He then backs off as Kennedy holds her shoulder, Kitten looks like he’s snapped or something but we all know how he takes out his opponents, he moves over to pick her up and then Irish whips her to the ropes, coming back he elevates her into the air and as she comes down gives her a swift kick right to the ribs, before going for another cover, driving his forearm into her face… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NO SHOULDER UP![/align] JH: He’s snapped, he’s being ruthless with these kicks. CL: It’s fucking bad ass, like Chuck Norris shit man. CM: Her beautiful face won’t be so beautiful anymore. CL: As long as those boobs and ass stay fine… he can kick the hell out of her all he wants. Her resilience seems to be really getting on his nerves as he sits up, looking towards Lucy for some ideas or even answers, she doesn’t know as he stands up and Kitten brings Kennedy up to her feet, he then gives her a chop over the neck making her reels a bit as he runs to the ropes coming back looking for a high knee, Kenned y out of nowhere though moves just in time to move as Kitten crashes to the canvas, he stands up quickly but is caught by a club to the back and then Kennedy grabs him by the shoulder jumps backwards and brings Kitten down onto her raised knees with a back cracker, both stay down on the canvas. JH: Kennedy had to hit that, gives her chance now. CL: She went “down” on him didn’t she… lucky bastard. CM: So vulgar. CL: Yes, yes I am. JH: Aaaanyways Kennedy needs to take advantage now. CL: Yeah of me *wiggles hips* I’m waiting! Kennedy slowly gets to her feet, she looks down at Kitten who still clutches his back, she lands a leg drop over Kitten’s head, then striking him down across the cheek so he stays as she then climbs to her feet, she looks towards him and backs up, looking for a shining wizard possibly, Kitten gets to a knee and as she runs towards him, he see it coming and pounces towards her with a huge lariat almost decapitating her, the impact almost curls her up into a heap as she lands down on the canvas as Kitten skids on his knees, he then signals for something as he looks ready to end the match… JH: XK seems ready to end it now, what with though… CL: A finishing move obviously dip shit. CM: Either way gentlemen, match is over for Ms. Sommers. CL: Like that spot on your cheek? CM: WHAT?! CL: Ohhh 1-0. JH: *laughs* Nice one! CL & CM: SHUT UP! Kitten stands up and backs off a little bit as Kennedy stirs, she then climbs to her feet and turns as Kitten charges kicks up and NAILS her with a pump kick right to the head, she just drops to a heap on the canvas as Kitten then drops for the cover… CL: CAT MEOWWW!! CM: Nailed her in the head. CL: Crunch! JH: Cover though! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE![/align] …Kitten lifts himself up and grins, the bell sounds as Lucy comes in the ring, title in hand and has his hand raised… MA: Your winner and STILL Undisputed International Champion… XTREME KITTTENNNNN!!! …Kitten and Lucy leave the ring celebrating as Kennedy stirs, holding her cheek and looking at the pair, she doesn’t look very pleased at all. JH: Xtreme Kitten retains in a very entertaining match. CL: Yeah, yeah. We cut suddenly to the backstage area where Graver is trotting through the halls. His face only bears a few yellow bruises from his broken nose, mostly healed now, giving him a jaundiced, Simpsonsesque appearance. He waves at a few hot interns, flips off a few male ones, and finally stops at the door reading "General Manager". Graver knocks the tune of "Shave and a Haircut" on the wood. Tier: *from the other side* Enter. Graver opens the door and pauses to pop the cap on his beer bottle using the female bit of the doorjamb. Foam pours onto the concrete floor before Graver can lap some of it up and step into the office. Tier: Graver. What a surprise. Our General Manager's face remains expressionless as he speaks, sitting behind his large, mahogany desk, staring half-heartedly at a set of clacky-balls clacking away. Lazaro looms behind him, arms folded over his chest. Graver: Yeah, hey boss. Gotta say, man. You might have long, wavy hair, but you're way less hot behind that desk than Madison. Tier finally pulls his eyes away from the device, halting the balls with his palm. Tier: Trust that I find it extremely comforting you aren't here to proposition me. Graver spins the chair in front of Tier's desk around and has a seat, leaning on the back. Graver: Actually, I am. Lazaro takes a cautious step forward, but this goes unnoticed by Graver. He's too busy sopping up the sudsy foam of his beverage with his lips. Tier: Do go on. Graver: Well, word around the street backstage is that Loony Tune's hittin' the bricks. That true? Tier: Yes, Loon has requested an indefinite leave from FIW. He's got some personal problems he needs to take care of. Graver: Well that ALSO means you're down a tag team for that big 'ol tagxtravaganza comin' up at Hellraise, amirite? Tier: You are correct. Graver: Hot shit. You saw my boy Kenny, right? Rolled up that Loon fag and smoked him. And hell, heh. You KNOW I'm as hot and popular as Paris Hilton's bedspread. So whaddya say you throw Ken and me in that tag match instead of Loon and Nightmare? Eh? Eh? Tier: I'll certainly consider it an option. Graver: Fuckin' boss. Got another request for ya. Tier: I'm listening. Graver: So a coupla weeks ago, y'know, back when Oinkycoggy broke my fuckin' nose, I lost my FSC to fucking NIGHTMARE of all people. Tier: I'm aware of this situation. Graver: Yeah, well the dickshit just lost it on his FIRST EVER TITLE DEFENSE. How lame is that? Tier: Rather lame. Graver: What I'm thinkin' is, grudge match series. One on one, me an' Nightmare. Then, like, maybe I take on that Rikishi Yoko Ono guy and get my title back, right? Then sure as hot shit... Onikage. To get revenge for my broken freakin' nose. Eh? Eh? It's pure wrestling gold, right? Right? Tier curls an eyebrow at Graver's odd (to say the least) enthusiasm, but in the end purses his lips. Tier: You propose an interesting series of events. I'll allow the match with Nightmare. Succeed in defeating him, and I'll give you your rematch for the FSC against Nakahata. Graver: Fuckin' A! Tier ceases the celebration by holding up a finger. Tier: Fail, and Nightmare gets a chance to get his title back. Graver: Awww, fuckin' B. Tier: Onikage and the Tag Team Championship match spot I'll both take under advisement. Was there anything else you wanted to suggest to me? Graver: Uhhhhhhhhhheerrrrummmmmmmm... yeah! Strippers. Tier: ... strippers? Graver: Fuck yes! ECW style. Or, like, if FX don't go for that, just caged dancing girls. How fucking hot would that shit be? Tier: ... right. I'll think about that. Graver: Flippin' sweet. The Reject finally rises from his chair and flips it back around, saluting the boss before taking another swig of alcohols. Graver: It's been real. It's been fun. But it hasn't been real fun. And with that, he exits the room. Our camera fades on Tier shaking his head and picking up the last ball in line to start their clacky parade once more. |
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| Minister Wighty | Sep 14 2006, 04:37 AM Post #7 |
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JH: Well it’s main event time. Last week, Remy Barteaux won contendership for the Dual Crown, snatching it away from Sean Madrox and Samael. This week he’s teaming with Matt Impact to take on both Samael and the DC Champion, Ragin’. 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. [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] JH: Matt failed to make an impact in The Cube, but if he can get himself a pin over the champ tonight he could set himself back on the road to the DC. 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. [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: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, from Staten Island, New York. Weighing in at 286lbs, MAAAAAAAATT IM-PAAAAAAAACT!!! 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. CM: I can’t believe Tier replaced Matt with Samael in the contenders match. You think Remy would have won had Impact been there? Hell no. JH: Speak of the devil. 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. CL: If he’s so tough, why does he need bouncers? CM: Perhaps his compensating for something. 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. 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 rougish 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. MA: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Riggs. From New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 225lbs, REMEEEEEEEEE, BARTOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! 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: Thank god for Standard rules, no cane shots tonight. CL: Yeah, I’m sure Riggs and Remy will follow the rules completely. The lights dim and turn blue as the bass line to Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage hits on the speakers. As the music blares, a mixed reaction emanates from the fans as Samael makes his way onto the stage. As the song continues, Samael makes his way out from behind the curtain and through the doorway of the gate as short bursts of blue pyro erupt from above on either side of the entrance. JH: This…beast looked impressive last week. CL: Didn’t win though did he. JH: No but he didn’t lose either. He starts walking down the walkway and the reaction from the crowd intensifies as he nears the ring. Once near the apron, he turns toward the fans, taunting them a bit before he enters the ring over the top rope. He moves to a corner and leans in it slightly and awaits the start of the match as the music fades out and the lights return to normal. MA: And their opponents. Introducing first, from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at 305lbs, SAMAEEEEEEEEEEEL!!! CM: If you kill him, do two take his place? CL: This isn’t a movie, numb-nuts. 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] 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. JH: And here’s the man with the target on his ass. CL: Ewww, Hitchen. JH: I meant ‘cos of the Dual Crown. CL: You could have said “back”, he has a target on his “back”, but no. You had to go for the ass. As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring. MA: And his partner, being accompanies to the ring by Natalya Vladek. From Bogorodskoye, Russia, weighing in at 268lbs, he is the reigning, FIW DUAL CROWN CHAMPIOOOOOOOOOOON!! RAAAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!!! Tony Clarke does his usual schpeil in the ring as both teams take to their corners. Remy glares across the canvas into the eyes of the Russian Jackal, his hand instinctively raising to his jaw as that bitch slap he took a week back comes back to haunt him. It pleases Ragin’ that his mark is well remembered, but his smirking glance is short lived as his attention is drawn to ringside. JH: What the hell is Riggs doing? CL: I…I think he’s trying to mac on Natalya. The slimy limy is indeed making the moves on a repulsed Natalya Vladek, who is backing her way toward Ragin’s corner of the ring, her face contorted in disgust. Ragin’, as you might expect, is less then pleased and leans over the top rope to shoo the pest away. CM: Can’t blame a guy for trying. JH: Yeah, but Ragin’s girl? Bloke’s gotta have a bloody death wish to try anything on her. Riggs raises his hands innocently as he backs off, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as Ragin’ bores a pair of holes straight through him with his menacing stare, when suddenly… [align=center]CRACK![/align] …Remy launches himself across the ring and slams his cane across Ragin’s back! JH: That sneaky bastard! This isn’t a bloody hardcore match! CL: Well the match hasn’t started yet, so it’s not illegal. Samael tries to get involved but Remy swings the cane in a wide arc around him, forcing the Texan through the ropes to the safety of the apron. Tony Clarke too is keeping his distance, while shouting at the Don to drop his weapon and return to his corner. Of course, Remy isn’t listening. Ragin’ turns to face him and takes a STINGING bitch slap across the face that spins him enough for Remy to slide his cane under his throat and drag him back across the ring. He pulls him into the centre and DROPS him with a Russian Leg Sweep, DRIVING the cane across Ragin’s throat! JH: This is disgusting. Samael darts through the ropes but Remy’s made his point and quickly slides himself across the canvas and out of the ring. Samael stoops down to check on his tag team partner, and gingerly helps the Russian back to his feet, but once there the Jackal pushes him away! CM: Man, Ragin’s pissed. CL: And with good cause. Remy used his own woman against him to create a distraction, then went to town on with his cane. And all this is before the freakin’ bell as been rung. Ragin’ barks at Samael to get back on the apron, and the Texan obliges, though shoots his partner a disdainful sneer. The Dual Crown champ then turns his attention to the ringside Remy and beckons him into the ring. JH: For once I’m with Ragin’. Get your lily arse in the ring and fight like a man, to his face. Remy, having discarded the cane to his lackey, hesitantly pulls himself up onto the apron. He leans over his corner’s turnbuckle and discusses something quietly with Impact, who nods along with his words, all the time neither of them taking their eyes off the Russian. They pull away and Remy seems to initiate a count. One, two, and on three both men duck through the ropes and charge into the ring -- or, not. Matt charges in with a full head of steam, but Remy pauses between the ropes and pulls himself back out, standing his ground on the apron. JH: Sneaking little bastard. CL: Hehe. That’s using your brains there Hitchen, try it sometime. Matt makes an impact on Ragin’s arm as the Russian FLOORS him with a lunging Lariot, but he quickly turns his attention back to the Cajun, who shoots him a smile and shrugs from the relative safety of the apron. Ragin’ moves in on him but Clarke has had enough, it’s time to get this match started. [align=center]DING, DING!![/align] Tony jumps between Ragin’ and Remy and orders the Russian to take it out on Impact, the legal man. Ragin’ shoves him out of the way and reaches for Remy, only to get SPEARED into the turnbuckles by Matt Impact! Ragin’s spine curves with the force of being squashed between 286 pounds of pure muscle and the unforgiving turnbuckle, as Remy steps to the side to let his partner go to work. Matt pulls himself up and shoots his duplicitous team mate a glare before grabbing him a handful of Russian and SLAMMING the champ’s face into the turnbuckle pad. He drags him out and pushes him back into the ropes before whipping him out across the ring. Ragin’ rebounds off the far cables and runs helplessly into the waiting arms of Impact, who ducks down and throws him over with a BACK BODY -- NO! Ragin’ gets forced into the air but manages to glance his knee of Matt’s rising face in the process! He somehow manages to wrap an arm around the former Slam Champion’s neck and throw himself backwards, DRIVING Impact’s head into the canvas with a DDT! JH: Beautiful counter there by Ragin’. CM: That’s why he’s the champ. Ragin’ rolls off and back to his feet as his opponent rolls onto his back and clutches his face in pain. The Dual Crown Champ moves back in, wrapping his hands around Impact’s head as he drags the former Slammer to his feet and FIRES a boot into his gut. Impact doubles over and Ragin’ hooks his arms into a Butterfly hold. He wrenches him in, torqueing his arms back as much as he can as Matt grimaces with the pain and tries to free himself. His attempts are in vain though as Ragin’ HEAVES him up and DRIVES him into the canvas with a BUTTERFLY DRIVER!! CL: Head drop! Sweet. Matt crumples into the canvas as Ragin’ retakes his feet, and shoots a glare to Remy who smiles back at him with a wicked smirk. JH: How much is Ragin’ going to enjoy wiping that smile off the Cajun’s face? The Russian Jackal reaches down and scoops up the groggy form of Matt Impact, slaps him across the chops and whips him into the corner where he crashes into the turnbuckles near Samael. Ragin’ stalks over to him and slaps palms with his tag team partner, but remains in the ring as the Death Angel steps in through the ropes. They drag Impact out of the corner and each take an arm as they whip him across the ring. They move to the centre, ready to scoop him up into a double team move but as he hits the far ropes Remy Barteaux launches himself into the fray over the top cable! Ragin’ and Samael hesitate for the briefest of moments as they find both their opponents charging towards them, and it’s that moment of second thought that allows Remy and Matt to floor them! Matt CHARGES through Ragin’ with a hard LARIOT and Remy SPINS into Samael with a SPINNING WHEEL KICK! JH: All four men in the ring, but only Samael and Impact are legal. Matt and Remy scoop up Samael and whip him into their corner. Remy steps back out onto the apron and Impact tags him in officially before switching positions with him. The Cajun steps back in and begins throwing right hands at Samael’s face as the Texan tries to cover himself in the corner. Remy reels back for a big right hand and -- is spun round by Ragin’! He fires a STIFF right hand upside Remy’s jaw! And another, and another, before he takes up his hand and launches him back across the ring! He CRASHES into the far turnbuckle and Ragin’ turns to Samael. He takes his hand and whips him out of the corner, but they reverse in the middle of the ring and The Death Angel HURLS Ragin’ across the canvas for an AVALANCHE SPLASH on the Cajun! JH: NICE teamwork from Ragin’ and Samael there! Ragin’ drags Remy out and whips him back across the ring, right into a BIG BOOT from Samael! Remy collapses to the canvas and Ragin’ moves to -- NO! Matt Impact throws himself into the fray and SPEARS Ragin’ through the ropes and clear out of the ring! CM: What a move by Impact! Taking the Champ clean out of the ring! CL: Conveniently leaving the two legal men within the ropes. Samael wastes little time mourning over Ragin’s dilemma and instead turns his attention on the number one contender. He peels him off the canvas and steadies him on his feet, before STRIKING a HUGE right hand off his jaw! Remy stumbles backwards and Samael LAUNCHES another right across the Don’s face! He falls back against the ropes but the demon from El Paso drags him back out and DECAPITATES him with a VICIOUS LARIAT! CM: Holy shit what a right arm! Remy CRASHES into the canvas, his eyes completely glazed as the angel of death hovers over him. Meanwhile on the outside, Impact and Ragin’ have taken to their feet and are engaged in a ferocious war of knuckles. Rights and lefts and fists and forearms fly between the two as they battle for the upper hand, and it goes to Impact as he fires a flurry of opened palms and chops all over Ragin’s torso that back the Dual Crown Champ up. CM: IMPACT STRIKE RUSH! Few can withstand the flurry! CL: Tell me about it. I had one for lunch and I was in the crapper for two hours. CM: That’s a McFlurry, idiot. Ragin’ is backed toward the ring post by the furious fists of Impact, and there’s little he can do to protect himself from the incoming salvo. He’s only freed from the predicament when Matt grabs up his wrist, peels him off the post and whips him round into the crowd barricades! JH: Impact is all over the DC Champ tonight. CM: I hope Tier’s watching this. This is the guy who should be number one contender. Impact moves in for the kill but something catches his eye. A stiletto heel clangs against the top of the ring steps as Natayla rests her foot upon the steel, the slit in her skirt parting to reveal a long, slender leg al the way up to her thigh. She mindlessly leans forward, her ample bosom nearly spilling out as she idly licks her finger tips and wipes some dirt from the toe of her shoe. Matt Impact, and the entire male portion of the audience, watch on in awe and wonder. JH: Oh this is so blatant. CM: Don’t look at her, look at…at…erm, what’s his name? CL: Ragin’? CM: Hmmm? What? Yeah, whatever. JH: Erm, you’re drooling on the mic. Ragin; smirks as he takes his time recomposing himself. He gathers his bearings as Impact snaps out of his trance and turns his attention back on the less attractive Russian, just as he CHARGES him with a SPEAR! Ragin’ takes Impact down to the mats and begins pummelling away on him with rights and lefts as the former Slam Champion tries to cover. At the same time back in the ring, Samael whips Remy across the canvas and into the ropes, and follows in himself with a HUGE -- NOTHING! Remy yanks down the top cable and Samael is sent flying to the outside --- where he CRASHES into Ragin’ and Matt Impact! JH: It’s carnage at ringside! CL: And Venom’s in the rafters! JH: …What? CL: Pop culture reference, granddad, never mind. The three men squirm and writhe at ringside…which is actually way less gay then it sounds…and from the rubble of human remains, Ragin’ manages to drag himself free. He sits himself against the base of the announce desk as Samael tries to push himself back up. Impact, who was on the bottom of the dog pile, cradles his ribs in pain having taken the brunt of the clash. Back in the ring, Remy has taken a few moments to recover from his beating at the hands of Samael and is currently ascending the nearest turnbuckle. He pauses at the top with his back to his opponents, glances over his shoulder briefly and FLIPS off with a MOONSAULT, CRASHING into Samael and Matt! JH: All four men have spilled out onto the outside! CL: But Ragin’ is the only one not to lose hit points from that last move. True enough the Russian is looking slightly better then his cohorts as he drags himself back to his feet. Remy is stirring too, pulling himself up and trying to shake the cuckoos loose, but the Dual Crown champ has other plans. He grabs Remy by his hair and the waist of his pants and flings him back into the ring under the bottom rope. He then stoops down and peels his tag team partner off Impact and does likewise. CM: Ragin’s restoring a little order to proceedings. JH: I wonder how long that will last. With both legal men back in the ring, Ragin’ climbs back onto the apron and tags himself in! CL: Smart move from Ragin’. He’s in better shape then Samael at the moment, but he had to make himself legal to do anything with it. Ragin’ stoops through the ropes and makes for the Cajun, who is quickly scurrying to his feet to meet the threat, but the wily Russian speeds up his progress and lands a STIFF fist across Remy’s cheek as he’s trying to rise. The Cajun stumbles and Ragin’ fires an even STIFFER knee into his gut. He backs him onto the ropes and whips him out, but Remy manages to reverse it! Ragin’ hurtles across the ring and runs straight back into a raised boot from Remy!!! JH: MOB HIIII -- Ah. Ragin’ DUCKS the boot and spins round to face him. Remy too turns, INTO A CLOUD OF RED MIST!! CL: RED MIST from Ragin’! Where the fuck did that come from? JH: That looks like some Cajun spice, but this time it’s burning Remy’s eyes! Where’s the ref!? CM: He’s over by the ropes trying to stop Natalya from entering the ring! Indeed, Natalya is halfway between the ropes when she notices her distraction as done it’s job. With a satisfied smile she pulls herself out and drops back to ringside, and Tony Clarke turns round just in time to see Remy stumble blindly backwards. Ragin’ fires a boot to his gut and HAULS him up onto his shoulders! He reaches up and grabs his head, and sits out into… JH: THE FEATURE REMOVEEEEEEEEEER!!! Ragin’ goes for the cover… [align=center]One! Two!![/align] Impact scramble into the ring, but Samael is there to stop his ingress! [align=center]THREE!!![/align] The bell rings and Impact holds his head in his hands. MA: Here are your winners, the team of SAMAEL AND THE DUAL CROWN CHAMPIOOOOOON, RAAAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIIN’!!! Ragin’ stands victorious over the fallen body of the number one contender, Natalya running in to drape herself over her man. JH: Ragin’, with an assist from Natalya and a trip to Remy’s spice rack picks up the win for his team tonight. CM: That’s why he’s the Dual Crown Champion, Hitch. Remy may be a sneaky bastard, but he’s playing with the master now. With “That’s What They all Say” playing them out, Ragin’ and Natalya make their exit from the ring, closely followed by a groggy Samael, and the trio make their way from ringside. Behind them Matt Impact kneels in the ring, glaring up at the victors, as Remy stares up at the lighting rigs through bloodshot eyes. [align=center] ![]() Copyright 2006, FIW and Sporkco. Studios[/align] |
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