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| ReVolt; September 20th, 2006 | |
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| Minister Wighty | Sep 21 2006, 06:01 AM Post #1 |
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Opossum Queen of FIW
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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 21 2006, 06:15 AM Post #2 |
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Opossum Queen of FIW
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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 Rogers Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada! I'm Jonathan Hitchen! Chip Martin: I'm Chip Martin! AHOY MY FELLOW CANADIANS!! Constance Loire: And I'm Constance Loire! And this! ... is ReVolt! 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[/align] CM: What a goody-goody. I hate this guy. JH: Kenny has a good heart and a good soul! He’s a great addition to the FIW roster! CL: Stereotypical comment based on my alignment! [align=center]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: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Bremerton, Washington… KENNY! FRREEEEEEEEEEMOOOOOOONNNT!!! 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. 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: And his opponent, some guy from somewhere. Dragon, I think his name is… 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. [align=center]Dingdingding![/align] Kenny advances toward Dragon and his opponent does the same, when suddenly he’s startled by a cry from the crowd. ?????: KENNY!!! Kenny turns to see who just shrieked his name, which allows the Dragon to get a kick in to his head. JH: Nice starting offense by the Dragon, capitalizing on Kenny’s distraction. Kenny favors his head for a second and turns on the Dragon with a tomahawk chop. Dragon is pressed back and Kenny lets fly with a knife-edge chop before our ears are pierced again. ?????: OMIGOD!! KENNY!!! Kenny scans around for the source of the voice, quite honestly looking a little worried. JH: Who the hell IS that!? Is she miced or something!? CM: Get a camera on her! I bet she’s hot. CL: I bet she’s fat. Kenny turns back to Dragon and attempts a chancerie, but the Dragon fights out of it. Kenny instead makes an Irish whip happen, allowing Dragon to bounce off the ropes. Kenny drops backward and hit’s a monkey flip on the rebound, to some general applause from the crowd and from our screaming fan… ?????: WHOOO KENNY!!! CM: Sybil!? CL: That wasn’t my wife. My wife doesn’t sound like a muskrat’s mating call. JH: Please. In a poll between who has the better set of chords; Elissa Steamer or Sybil Vega, Elissa won by a landslide. CM: Since when do you know about skateboarding? JH: Since Wight does, since he’s writing this match. A camera finally focuses on the girl about three people back with a HUUUUUGE Kenny Freemonte sign. CL: Hey… hey I recognize her! She’s from Cutting’s indy fed, the Great American Wrestling Dream! That’s their old champion, Jaime Lee! CM: Toldja she’d be hot. JH: She is quite the beauty, and she seems to be a big fan of Kenny Freemonte! Kenny also finally spots his screamer and looks horrified. He turns quickly to Dragon, immersing himself in the match as he pulls the wobbly man off the mat. Kenny whips Dragon into the ropes and charges after him. He scales up his chest with a Mouse and then turns around sailing ass-first into the Dragon’s face! JH: Effective butt bump from Kenny. JL: KENNY!!! KENNY, LOOK OVER HERE!! Kenny actually puts his hand beside his eyes so that his vision is blocked from Jaime. He mocks scratching the side of his head as he turns to face the other side of the ring, making a point not to look around. CM: It’s a good thing he’s just facing the Dragon. This could be getting ugly if it was anyone else. JH: Don’t’ discount the dragon so quickl--aw who am I kidding, even Michael Anderson knows Dragon has no hope. The man in question pulls himself up from his embedded nature in the turnbuckle, shaking the cobwebs from his head and advancing on Kenny’s turned back. JL: KENNY, LOOK OUT BEHIND YOUUUU!!! He sighs and turns around, JUST in time to duck a kick from the Dragon. Kenny suddenly SPRINGS upward, spinning as he performs a jumping uppercut! JH: SHOOOORYUKEN!!! Dragon stumbles backwards against the ropes and Kenny hooks in that chancerie he was looking for earlier. Quick as a hiccup, Kenny hits a snap suplex, prompting more cheering from Jaime and the crowd. JL: ALL RIGHT KENNY!!! WHOOOOO!!! Jaime waves at the camera as we get another glimpse of her, but Kenny is doing his best to remain oblivious. He walks over to the Dragon and hauls him to his feet. Kenny LIFTS the Dragon for a backdrop, but then swings him around mid-air into a powerbomb-like landing! JH: He calls that one the Dimmer Switch, and I think Dragon just got turned off. JL: DIMMER SWITCH!!! OH MY GOD!!! CL: I think I just did, too. Does Jaime’s voice have a dimmer switch? Kenny sits out with the bomb and presses forward, Michaela Menendez dropping to count… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] [align=center]DINGDINGDING!!![/align] MA: Your winner, by pinfall… KENNY! FREEEEEEEEEEMONT!!! JL: YES!!! YES!!! GOOOO KENNYYYYY!!! Kenny has his arm raised by Michaela, but quickly escapes from the opposite side of the ring as Jaime. JH: Well, Kenny Freemonte looking good in the ring tonight, but I’m curious if we’ll see any more of his mysterious stalker? CL: Seeing her I don’t’ have a problem with. It’s HEARING her. For the love of the sirens… We cut backstage to a lesser seen area of the ReVolt arena. A simple space is decked out with clothing racks and sewing machines, operated by busy worker bees repairing the various rips and tears that tend to befall the attire of those who step between the ropes of the squared circle. Ghost stands in the middle of it all, dressed all in black but holding her white ring dress up before her, her grey orbs inspecting it for signs of repair. Her nose crumples as she casts a critical eye over the seamstress’s handiwork. “Hmm, I guess it’ll do. For now.” The frumpy woman who’s no doubt just spent hours trying to patch up the attire of the hardcore Hellcat gives a weak, sarcastic smile before turning and marching off. Ghost pays her little attention, eyes still scanning the white garment held up before her. However a distraction comes in the form of her ever present girlfriend Ellywen Doyle, who pokes her head out of a nearby clothing rack sporting a rather vibrant purple hat with a big white feather sticking out the top. “Lookit! I found a pimp hat! I’m a pimp!” She grins a bit pimpin’ grin at her new found accessory as Ghost gives her as much attention as a mother would her annoying child. “Good for you, sweetie, I hear it ain’t easy.” She folds the garment over in her grasp and holds it closer to her delicately pale face as to examine closely the fine stitch work. “It ain’t. The paperwork’s a bitch. Are hos tax deductible?” Ghost pauses her inspection and raises her head, along with her eyebrow as she marvels at the randomness of the question. She half turns her head to answer, but instead she settles for a tired sigh as her cold grey orbs fall upon dutiful interviewer Toby Bostock. The happy little blonde dwarf edges up into the scene with microphone in hand and questions burning on his lips. “Hi! Erm, I don’t mean to interrupt --” “Then don’t, bitch.” Ed sidles up behind Ghost still wearing her purple pimp hat, but now it’s accompanied by a big, white fur coat, several sizes too big for her, “Don’t be sticking yo’ head all up in mah bitch’s bidness like you some jiiiiiive suckah!” She crosses her arms as best she can in the oversized coat while Ghost smirks and Toby looks on bemused. “I’m, erm, I’m sorry, I just wanted to, er, rap with Ghost here about her match last week…homey.” A sheepish grin forms across his jaw as he attempts to speak the lingo. Ed is not impressed. “You taking the piss? I’ll pop an ass in your cap, bitch!” She moves on Toby with her hand raised into a threat and the littlest interview cowers away like the big girl’s blouse he is, until Ghost moves in between and separates the two before any shit can go down. “Alright, that’s enough. Ed, go play with your hos while I talk to the nice man, ok?” Ed begrudgingly backs off, shooting Toby a mean look before exiting the scene and leaving the cowardly lion in peace to ask his questions. “Ok, erm, well, I was just gonna ask you how frustrating it must be, still not having actually beaten Extreme Ninja. I mean I --” “What are you talking about? Did you not see last week’s match?” She enquires, not letting Toby finish his thought, “I won. I picked up the victory for my team.” “Yeah but, I mean, you didn’t actually pin Ninja did you. You pinned Jack.” He offers his explanation but Ghost looks at him like a naïve child who can’t seem to grasp the true meaning of the situation. “Toby, who won last week?” “Erm, you, Toan and Maj.” “And who lost?” “Jack, Vinj and Ninja.” “That’s right. Go look it up in the record books if you like, you’ll see my name in the ‘W’ column and Ninja’s under the ‘L’. I may not have pinned him directly, I may have pinned some insignificant bystander, but the Ninja and his team-mates fell defeated by my hand.” She fixes Toby with a glare, her wardrobe completely forgotten now as it hangs by her side, “Don’t you worry your scruffy little head, Tobes, when the time is right I’ll pin his shoulders to the mat myself while the referee counts from one to three. It might not be tonight, or next week or last week. It might not be in some throwaway mixed tag meant to fan the flames of fuedery, but when it matters, and I mean when it really matters…I will beat him. One on one, me and him. Whether it be by pin or submission or some other crazy stip, when it really counts, I’ll put him down.” Her voice carries with it the confident air we’ve come to expect since she cast off the loss of her debut, and Toby seems more then satisfied with her answer. “O-ok, cool. Well, erm, good luck with that. I should er --” “Yes you should.” He nods and scoots off like a good little interviewer. Ghost takes another quick glance at the freshly sewn outfit and sighs. “Freaking Toan and his stupid fire, honestly.” She turns to the rack of clothes behind her to locate her girlfriend and calls out to her, “Come on, love, let’s…” Her voice trails off as she spots her pimped out woman with her arms around two suggestively dressed hos. “Where the hell did they come from?” “I’m a pimp, duh.” Ed grins and squeezes her new ‘friends’ closer. Ghost’s mouth gapes open and closed a few times as she tries to find the words, but in the end she simply shrugs. “Fine, bring ‘em.” She turns and exits the scene, closely followed by pimp daddy Ed and her bountiful bitches as the posse return to their locker room. We unfortunately, are returning to ringside. JH: Ghost certainly has a LOT of confidence about her eventual confrontation with Ninja but-- CL: But nothing. Ghost is a goddess and she's going to pick up the V. End of story. Moving on, I believe there's a stench approaching the ring soon... and it sure as hell isn't Samael. JH: With the heated confrontation that these two competitors exchanged earlier on we can expect this to be a hard-hitting contest. CM: Though do we expect anything less from these two? Michael Anderson takes centre stage in the middle of the FIW ring with the house microphone… MA: The following contest is a heavyweight bout… approaching the ring now… SAMAEL!!! 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. 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 his opponent… CHRIS ELLLLRICK!!! 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] …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. The Truth stands between the two as Michael Anderson stands in a neutral corner making the announcements… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit… your referee is The Truth… A small mixed reaction for The Truth MA: In the red corner… from El Paso, Texas and weighs in at three-hundred and five pounds… he is The Death Angel… SAMMMMMAEEEEEEEEEL!!!! Samael gets prompt boos from the Toronto crowd… MA: And in the blue corner… from Leamington Spa, England and weighs in at two-hundred and sixty-eight pounds… CHRISSSSSS ELLLLLLLLRICK!!!!!!!!! Decent number of cheers for Elrick as Michael Anderson exits the ring and The Truth signals for the bell… [align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align] Straight away both men walk towards each other, getting nose to nose in an intense stare-down… the crowd start to come alive with a series of claps before Samael just slaps Elrick across his face! CM: Ouch! JH: As if what Samael said to Elrick wasn’t enough of a sign of disrespect… that slap across the face re-emphasised it. CL: IT being that Elrick is a complete cunt-waffle, I take it? Elrick, not being one to back down, response with a much harder slap across the face of Samael… sweat splays off his skin like they do in those slow-mo replays on NOAH tapes. Samael sneers and throws a heavy meat-hock to the chest of the Career Killer which knocks him back a step! Elrick responds in kind with a heavy forearm of his own which knocks Samael back two steps much to The Death Angel’s annoyance! JH: Heavy forearms to the chest by both men! CL: Like the classic battles of old… CM: Ultimate Warrior verses Hulk Hogan… Andre The Giant verses Big John Studd… Samael and Elrick both get a head of steam off the ropes and comes in with a pair of stiff clotheslines that knock them both back a few steps but fail to knock each other down! Samael with a right forearm smash! Elrick with a forearm smash! Sameal retaliates! Elrick does too! Sameal! Elrick! Samael! Elrick! JH: ELBOW! CL: FOREARM! JH: ELBOW! CL: FOREARM! JH: ELBOW! CL: FOREARM! Elrick gets the advantage with the forearms but Samael cuts him off with a quick thumb to the eye, swings back with a lariat… but Elrick ducks and as he turns around takes him down with a side headlock takeover. Samael struggles to escape the position and manages to get to his feet, though Elrick is relentless and keeps the headlock on… Samael moves to the ropes and shoots Elrick off. But Elrick keeps a hold of the left arm of Samael and reverses being shot off to whip Samael to the ropes and take him over with a Snapping Powerslam!! Elrick covers but doesn’t even get a one count! CL: What a doofus… he thought Samael can be beat that easily? JH: Matches likes these can be so unpredictably… some last for thirty seconds, others for thirty minutes. Elrick picks Samael back up who fires up with some stiff right hands to the midsection of the Career Killer but is immediately knocked back down with a clubbing overhand forearm by Chris Elrick. Elrick lifts Samael back up to a vertical base and delivers a jaw-shattering right hand across the chin! Samael fires one of his own to Elrick’s temple! Elrick with one across Samael’s! Samael with a shot to the gut! Elrick with a punch across the cheekbone! Samael with a shot of his own to Elrick’s! Elrick delivers a heavy blow to the chin which puts Samael on dream street!! [align=center]HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT![/align] JH: Oh, my Gahd! CL: STIFF AS FUCK!!!! Samael, in desperation hits another thumb to the eye of Elrick before taking over and knees Elrick in the midsection, doubling him over. Samael gets a running start before smashing his huge muscular thigh into Elrick’s face with a running knee lift in the style which would make Mr Wrestling II proud! Samael poses arrogantly to the crowd as Elrick favoured his face and the crowd jeers The Death Angel mercilessly… JH: Impactful knee-lift straight in the face! Samael gets up to drag his smaller opponent back to their feet before hitting a heavy right hand, knocking them back into a corner turnbuckle before laying in with heavy size seventeen boots to the midsection repeatedly! The Truth orders Samael to break and let Elrick out of the corner but to no avail as Samael just viciously stomps the Career Killer down into the bottom turnbuckle before just disrespectfully blocking one nostril and blowing snot onto him and lays a final boot to the chest! CM: Ugh! That was just disgusting! CL: What are you complaining about? It might make him smell better than he usually does. Samael exchanges harsh words with The Truth who advises him not to touch him unless he wishes to incur the wrath of a disqualification and not getting paid for the match. Elrick starts to pull himself out of the corner and gets a right hand across the side of the head for his troubles. Samael hooks Elrick with a front waistlock and hits an Overhead Belly To Belly Suplex right out of the corner to the centre of the ring which resounded with a sickening thud as Elrick hits the canvas! JH: Oh, my! A suplex out of the corner! Elrick clutches at his back as he uses the ropes to get up to his feet as Samael measures him up for another lariat, this time in the corner. As Elrick pulls himself back up to his feet as Samael comes running in to the corner… but Elrick dodges the bullet and throws Samael head-first into the turnbuckle!! JH: Elrick moved out of the way!! CL: Oh, crap! Not already! Elrick gets up a house of fire and drags the dazed Samael out of the corner and hooks in a Full Nelson hold on him before snapping him back with a Release Dragon Suplex spiking The Death Angel right on the back of his head!!! CL: SUPLEXXXXXXXXXXXXAH!!!!! JH: THAT’S THE ELRICK-PLEX ’06!!! Elrick stands back up roaring to psyche himself up as Samael is folded up like that accordion that announcers like Michael Cole always talked about near enough every time someone took a head-bump. Elrick does the slit-throat motion and lifts Samael for the Career Killer!!! Elrick spins Samael one way but Samael somehow lands on his feet, applies a wristlock and into a brutal Japanese-style Back Suplex!! Samael breathes a sigh of relief as he literally dodged a freight train there… JH: If the Career Killer had hit, this would have been over in a flash. Samael gets back to his feet and applies the standing headscissors, preparing to execute his Jack Knife Powerbomb finisher he calls The Death Angel when suddenly the arena lights cut. The crowd screams at the darkness until... [align=center]BOOM![/align] THE FIW STAGE ERUPTS IN FLAMES!! JH: Jesus Christ, what's going on?! The flames crackle straight across the entryway, dancing like little demons. And with the flame comes light, to which we can see Samael leaning against the ropes and staring at the flames, surprise painted across his face. But that surprise immediately turns to shock as we hear: [align=center]"So... You beat me to Hell, eh?"[/align] The FIW faithful erupt as they hear the voice over the PA! JH: Wait a second! I recognize that voice! [align=center]"Oh, what's the matter, Samael? You think you got rid of me? You think at Dangerous Liaisons you killed me off once and for all? If you believe so, you're sorely mistaken. If at all, Samael, you awoke a monster - a very angry, vile, sick monster - inside of me. The sort that Full Intensity Wrestling hasn't seen in a long, long time."[/align] The crowd cheers heavily as panic & even fear begin to spread over Samael's face as the flames continue to crackle & dance across the stage. [align=center]"In a sense, you were right, Nathaniel - At Dangerous Liaisons, you hurt me, you punished me, you beat me in a manner that not many men can say they did. Samael, Nathaniel Jacobs, you beat me at my own game. And if you want the truth, Samael...it eats me alive. It eats me alive that you got the best of me! It eats me alive that you did it in my own environment! It eats me alive that you did it in my style of match! And since then, I've been upset. I've been pissed off. I've been miserable. But you know what happens when I'm miserable, Samael? I get creative."[/align] The crowd roars as the panic increases over Samael. [align=center]"Hellraise... It's an appropriate name for the upcoming Pay-Per-View, don't you agree? Because at Hellraise, I will rise from the hell you've beaten me down into. And I'm gonna drag your carcass into the flames that I've been rotting in!"[/align] The crowd cheers even louder as Samael begins to shout "NO!" [align=center]"Samael... You made a dire mistake at Dangerous Liaisons. And at Hellraise... Hell's Bells is ringin' for you!"[/align] The AC/DC anthem "Hells Bells" explodes over the PA as we close in on Samael's fear ridden face. That face is quickly pulled away from us as Elrick rolls Samael up in a school boy! The Truth drops to count... [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] Dingdingdingdingding! MA: Your winner, by pinfall... CHRIS! ELLLLLLLRIIIIIIIIIIICK!!! Nonpoint's Alive and Kicking overrides Hell's Bells and Elrick celebrates his victory over Samael. CL: That idiot! Jim O'Brien just cost Samael a fucking win! JH: I can't say I think that was fair, but congratulations to Elrick on the victory nonetheless! We fade away on a shot of Elrick's smiling face to a commercial. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] |
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| Minister Wighty | Sep 21 2006, 06:19 AM Post #3 |
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[align=center]--WE'VE ALL GOT PROBLEMS--[/align] 'The Highland Warrior' Will McPhee is found shockingly in his local public house, only this week he isn't as active as usual. In fact, only his hand is propping McPhee's head up as he appears to be sleeping. Sat opposite him is his friend Johnny, who surprisingly is wearing what looks to be a uniform similar to what you'd find at a B & Q store. Could it be that in the week gone by since our last visit to Stranraer, Johnny has got himself a job???? Let's find out. Johnny: Are you all right Will? Willie: Nae mate, I've nae slept. Weel nae unless ye coont ‘at hoor ah lost sat oan a rowin’ machine. Johnny: That tired? Willie: It's me neighbours. Johnny: What are they doing? Willie: Jist sae noisy. Music blastin’ out 24 hoors a day. It was aw reit before Kate started tae stay ower, at leest ‘en ah coods pit bread in mah ears but ah cannae lit ‘er see me dae ‘at. Johnny: What kind of bread? Willie: Mighty white. Johnny nods his approval. He then signals over to the barmaid to bring a couple of glasses of liquid refreshment over. Willie: Th’ acoustics ur great. Johnny: And it tastes great the following morning. What kind of music do they play? Do you think they'd like some opera funk? The beer arrives at the table and John slips the barmaid a note or two. John slides the smallest pint across the table to his best friend and don't think McPhee didn't notice. Willie: NAE! Nobody likes it John! Anyway, yoo've got a job noo in th’ wallpaper shop. Ah thooght e’en ye coods dae ‘at. Here's some broon fur ye Sir, here's some peach fur ye madam... Johnny: Brown and peach aren't the only colours! There's patterned and textured... Willie: Lae your job! Lae it noo! Johnny: Why? Willie: Ah cannae gab interiur design wi' ye. It makes me feel wrang inside, wrang an' afraid. They pause the conversation for a moment while both sup significant portions of their pints. Johnny: Will, has anybody ever bullied you at work? Willie: Ah used tae wark fur mah dad, John...so yeah aw th' time. Johnny: What did you do? Willie: Ah smacked heem one. Johnny: Really? Willie: Nae John, why? Ur ye gettin' hassled at wark ur somethin'? Johnny: Well, yeah. A bit. There's this woman. Willie's spirits lift. Willie: Och, brilliant! Johnny: No, it's not brilliant. She's superior. McPhee has a dirty look on his face. Willie: Oh ye? Johnny: Not in a dominant way, she's my supervisor and well...she's bullying me. The dirty look on Will's face is replaced by a disgusted look. Willie: Ergh! Yoo're bein’ bullied by a girl! ‘At only happens tae th’ Paul McCartney's ay thes world. Johnny: Well thanks for the support pal. Willie: Anyway, ah cannae be distracted by yer problems, I’ve got a wee annooncement tae make. Johnny starts to roll his eyes but a stern look from Willie McPhee soon stops that. Johnny slides his chair back out of shot as Willie sits up straight and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. Willie: Guid day thaur fans ay FIW, hoo is ta fettlin'???? Havin' a guid nicht sae far? Mah nam is Willie McPhee. Roon haur they caa me 'The Highland Warrior' an' in a coople ay short weeks when mah knee is a wee better 'en ye lot ower thaur ur gonnae fin' it wa! [align=center]--FADE OUT--[/align] JH: Retribution is best served with a side order of pain, and The Vinj is looking to get himself a slice tonight. CM: Hey that was good. JH: Thanks, I wrote it this morning. 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. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following match will take place under HARDCORE RULES! Introducing first, from Hutt River Province, Australia, weighing in at 227lbs, VIIIIIIIIIIIINJJJ!!! 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… JH: Vinj is looking for some payback after getting royally screwed last week. CL: How was he screwed? It was a hardcore rules match and Toan used the resources he had at hand, it’s not his fault Vinj doesn’t have any friends to call on. 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, closes followed by LOBO Malvado… JH: Speaking of friends. As expected, Toan isn’t alone. CM: Heh, that rhymes. 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 walks down the walkway, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur. Though perhaps he should be keeping his eyes on the ring as a blue streak knows as THE VINJ comes FLYING over the top rope and CRASHING into Toan and LOBO! JH: FLYING CROSSBODY FROM VINJ!! CM: And the match hasn’t even started yet! Fuzz watches on with his mouth gaped as the crazy Aussie uses himself as a human weapon to take down both Toan and his accomplice. Vinj pulls himself out of the pile and weaves a hand through Toan’s shaggy locks, dragging the Brit to his feet before laying a closed fist across his jaw and tossing him into the ring under the bottom rope. And then turns his attention on LOBO. CM: Hey, what did LOBO do? JH: He interfered last week, as did a butt load of other people, and I don’t Vinj wants a repeat this week. He reaches down and scoops up he whose name is spelt in capitals for no apparent reason and fires a series of STIFF knees into his gut before whipping him into the audience barricade! LOBO is slumped over the metal work, but Vinj is there to help him all the way over as he DUMPS him into the front row. CL: Well, that solves that I guess. Vinj turns away and dusts his hands at a job well done. Unfortunately for him Toan has slid back out of the ring and has honed back in on his location. He barrels in on the unsuspecting Vinj with a flurry of fists and forearms that backs the Aussie up briefly before he manages to get his own arms up to block, but before he can fight back Toan grabs his wrist and whips him toward the ring -- NO! Vinj reverses and sends Toan sailing BACK FIRST into the apron! The self proclaimed Hardcore Jesus arches his back in pain as Vinj moves in and once again shoves his opponent into the ring. And as Fuzz finally calls for the bell to start the match, Vinj lifts up the apron skirt and goes hunting for wabbits. [align=center]DING, DING![/align] Vinjs drags out a garbage can filled with goodies and tosses it into the ring over the top rope. It narrowly misses Toan but the clang wakes him up to the impending threat and he pulls himself to his feet. Vinj slides in under the bottom rope a few seconds later with a steel chair in hand, ready to defend himself from the rising Toan. JH: And the match is officially underway. CL: What would we do without you pointing out all these glaringly obvious details? Toan circles his opponent gingerly, dodging the odd the swinging chair from time to time as he tries to find himself an opening. As he steps closer to the garbage can he stoops to pick it up and before Vinj can move in he HURLS it at the Aussie! The metal bin, still filled with goodies, clatters against The Vinj’s chair as he SMACKS it out of the way, but as he turns his attention back on Toan he finds the Brit spinning a Roundhouse Kick into the steel chair that sees it GLANCING off his blue haired head! Vinj stumbles back into the ropes and Toan picks a mop that’s fallen from the discarded bin. He brings it up and CRACKS it across Vinj’s gut. The chair drops from his hands as he uses them to instinctively cradle his abdomen. CM: Ah, this takes me back to my days at Slam! JH: It does? CM: Of course it does, all this hardcore violence. Just like a Slam! match. JH: Not exactly. This is watchable. CL: Oooh, burn. Toan quickly abandons his weapon and carts over the bin, emptying it of it’s contents before positioning it in the middle of the ring. He then returns to his groggy opponent and grabs him by his blue mane, before RAMMING his own head into Vinj’s with a flurry of FEROCIOUS HEADBUTTS! CM: Jeeze, that can’t be good for ya. JH: It’s one of those moves that will not only damage your opponent but take a fair chunk out of you at the same time. With The Vinj suitably dazed and confused, a dizzy Toan steps back and takes a few seconds to re-gather himself, before reaching out and pulling his opponent off the ropes with an Irish Whip. Vinj is flung across the ring and rebounds straight into a DROP TOE HOLD by Toan that sends him CRASHING FACE FIRST onto the empty GARBAGE CAN! CL: See the way it moulds itself to Vinj’s stupid face? The folds of the metal against his bruised skin. It’s art I tells ya. JH: You’re a sick man. CL: Perhaps. It takes a few more moments for Toan’s world to stop spinning and he reaches down to peel his prey off the side of the trash can, only to take a BAKING TRAY to the side of the face! Toan staggers back and drops Vinj, who rolls off to the side to catch his breath! JH: How tough is Vinj!? He took that garbage can right to the face but he’s still fighting back! Toan lands in the ropes and shakes away the shock of the surprise attack, replacing it with anger before he pulls himself up and marches across the ring. His eyes are set on the downed Vinj, who appears to be finally feeling the effects of his face eating trash can. Toan reaches down to -- NO! Vinj swings his legs around and sweeps Toan’s out from under him! He drags himself up to his knees and raises the baking tray above his head, before BRINGING IT DOWN ACROSS TOAN’S FACE!! CL: Holy shit! Point blank range! CM: He does not like Toan. CL: And the torch of the blatantly obvious is passed. Vinj raises the tray and CRACKS it across Toan’s face once more, forcing blood from the limey’s nose as the Aussie glares down at him with rage filled eyes. He raises the tray one more time and -- it’s snatched from his grasp by LOBO! JH: Where the hell did he come from!? I thought Vinj took care of him. Before Vinj can figure out what’s going on, LOBO FOLDS the tray OVER THE AUSSIE’S HEAD! Vinj collapses to the side and the long haired Texan checks on his charge. JH: This is exactly what pissed Vinj off in the first place. Interference. CM: He did say to bring it this week, said he’d fight ‘em all. JH: And I’ve no doubt he’ll do that. LOBO cradles Toan’s head and tries to slap some sense back into him. He wipes away the blood as the Brit’s eyes flicker back open, burning with the fires of fury. LOBO looks pleased, and tries to take to his feet to help his buddy up but… CRACK! …he gets the mop handle BROKEN over the back of his head instead! JH: See? Pissed off. LOBO collapses onto Toan as Vinj tosses the shards of wood aside and slips out through the ropes to go hunting for more weapons. He flicks up the ring apron and roots around for a while before dragging out…an ironing board? JH: And what the hell is that doing under there? CL: Oooh, think there’s an iron to go with it? That could be fun. JH: …You are sick. Vinj pulls himself up and fumbles with the board for a moment…before getting it DRIVEN into his sternum with a BASEBALL SLIDE from Toan! Vinj is sent back first into the barricades as Toan drops out beside him and yanks the ironing board from his hands. He kicks out the legs and sets it up to the side before turning back on Vinj…and taking a SHUFFLE SIDE KICK to the stomach! Vinj grabs him by his hair and leads him over to the board, where he SLAMS his face into the floral design of the ironing board cover! CL: That garish design is enough to draw blood. CM: I think it’s made out of one of Hitch’s dresses. JH: Oh funny. Vinj looks to smash his opponent’s face into the board again, but takes a back elbow to the chest for his trouble! Toan reaches back and grabs him a handful of blue spikes, and SMASHES Vinj’s face into the metal board! He takes Vinj by the hand and whips him out along the length of the ring before he CRASHES into the ring steps, loosening them slightly. And as the Sonic look-a-like arches his back in pain, Toan is folding the board back up and hitching it under his arm so that he can CHARGE it into Vinj’s sternum! He drags the groggy Vinj off the steps and lays him out on the ground, glazed eyes staring up at the lighting rigs as Toan places the board on top of his unmoving body and then slides back into the ring. JH: Oh where’s he off to now? LOBO is stirring on the canvas as Toan scales the turnbuckles, pauses at the top to take in the crowd’s “adulation”…and throws himself off with a DOUBLE KNEE STOMP TO THE IRONING BOARD ACROSS VINJ’S TORSO!!! CL: THE FINAL SOLUTION!! JH: It may just well be! That was a hellacious move! Vinj has been sandwiched between the concrete, an ironing board and 225lbs of Toan! Toan rolls off and cradles his knees for a few moments before dragging himself back to his feet. He flips the ironing board off his opponent and scoops him up before pushing him back in under the bottom rope. He follows in and rolls Vinj over onto his back before hooking his leg… [align=center]One! Two!! TH -- NO![/align] Vinj kicks out! Much to Toan’s dismay. JH: Vinj is still in this! CM: So much for the Final Solution. Toan kneels over the groggy corpse of Vinj and barks orders at LOBO. The big guy slides out of the ring and grabs the ironing board before sliding back in with it in hand. Toan moves to meet him and the two set the board back up within the ring. Toan starts directing traffic now as he points to Vinj, and LOBO moves in to scoop him off the mat as Toan collects the chair that Vinj brought into the ring with him at the start of the match. LOBO drags the dead weight of Vinj over to the boar and holds his head down onto it’s floral covered surface as Toan stalks in with the chair in hand and a sick twisted grin on his face. JH: I don’t like where this is going. CM: Start up the con-CHAIR-to! Toan raises the steel above his head and bring it CRASHING down --- on LOBO’S HANDS!! JH: He missed! Ha! CL: Vinj yanked his head out of the way at the very last minute and LOBO’s hands got SQUASHED by the steel! Toan’s mouth falls open with shock as he looks at the reeling LOBO, then to his chair, then to Vinj -- who is spiralling toward him with a SPINNING WHEEL KICK that connects to the chair, that connects to TOAN’S FACE! The so called Hardcore Jesus drops to the canvas, the chair spilling from his grasp as Vinj spins round a few times before he sets his eyes on the object of his desire. He scoops up the garbage can and PLANTS it over LOBO’s upper body, trapping it within it’s already dented walls. He then scoops up the broken half of the mop and BEATS it against the side a few times to some eclectic rhythm before tossing the wood and the can o’ LOBO out of the ring! JH: LOBO clatters to ringside and now it’s just Toan and The Vinj, one on one. Toan struggles to his knees and uses the chair to push himself up, only to have it SWEPT out from under him by a kick from Vinj! He pie faces back into the canvas and the blue haired Aussies stoops down to drag his arse back into the world of verticality, but Toan fights back! He fires a STIFF chop to Vinj’s chest that sees him backing up. He fires another, and another before taking Vinj’s hand and whipping him across the ring -- NO! Vinj reverses and sends Toan rebounding off the ropes! As he returns Vinj scoops him up for a Flapjack but holds him in mid air for a few moments. He turns around, positioning him just right before dropping him GUT FIRST ONTO THE IRONING BOARD!! JH: This has certainly been a…unique match thus far. With his opponent slumped over the still standing board, Vinj slips his studded wristband over his knuckles and BLASTS Toan a few times about the forehead to keep him compliant. He swings his legs up onto it and positions the Brit so that he’s laid out along the length of the board. CM: Oooh, I like where this is going. Vinj rounds the board and heads for the near corner, raising an arm to his fans who shower him with cheers as he ascends to the very top of the turnbuckles! CL: This is going to hurt like fuck. Vinj steadies himself on the top before throwing himself backwards with a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT THROUGH TOAN AND THE IRONING BOARD!! CM: HOLY SHIT!! The fans concur as Vinj rolls off the crumbled mass of flesh and metal. Fuzz stands back in awe and grinning like a drunken fan for the hardcore violence taking place right in front of his eyes. JH: Toan and the ironing board are broken in HALF! Just pin him Vinj, put the poor bastard out of his misery. Vinj manages to drag himself to his feet and takes a moment to shake off the cobwebs before glancing back at his fallen prey with a smirk. He moves in and pulls Toan from the wreckage, who instinctively tries to fight back with a few un-aimed and uncoordinated flailing hands that the Vinj easily avoids. He drags him up to his knees and kisses the studded wristband that covers his knuckles, before CRACKING IT INTO TOAN’S EYE! CL: Oooh, that’s gonna leave a mark. His left hand comes round to grasp Toan’s head as he LAUNCHES his right knee INTO TOAN‘S LEFT EYE, QUICKLY FOLLOWED BY THE LEFT KNEE TO THE RIGHT ONE!!! JH: LET IT SHINE!! VINJ HAS DECIMATED TOAN! Toan drops to the canvas and Vinj covers! [align=center]One! Two!! THREE!!![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, THE VIIIIIIIIIIINJ!!!! “Feel Good Inc” blasts through the speakers and Vinj drags his exhausted carcase up to celebrate his victory. JH: What a hellacious match, but in the end Vinj has avenged his previous loss. CM: And how. CL: Certainly the most inventive use I’ve seen for an ironing board, and frankly Toan’s gonna be lucky if he can see straight after that fucked up Shining Wizard thing. Vinj glares down at his opponent for a few moments before taking his leave of the ring and heading back up the aisle, while Fuzz and the EMTs take a good look at Toan’s eye. CM: Ew, eye injuries. Let's cut to something else, I don't wanna watch... The camera cuts away from the ringside action to a door immediately being thrown open, Tier looks up from some paper work that is resting on his desk to see Paper Bag Man walk in. FIW’s God of Violence looks up at Lazaro who looks back down at him and the latter shrugs as they look back at PBM, who is carrying a large boom box. His tiny frame struggles to keep the massive musical device up in the air before he stops in front of Tier’s desk, dropping the stereo gently against the floor, he stands up calmly and his paper bag face stares at Tier. For several moments there is nothing but silence as PBM stares at Tier or at least looks like he is, he might be staring at some thing else, Tier leans forward over his desk, looking around before looking back at PBM with an arched eyebrow. Tier: If this becomes a Napoleon Dynamite routine, I'm gonna-- PBM: Ssssssssssssh. His dark orbs for eyes blink at the much smaller man signaling him to be quiet as Lazaro takes a few steps forward, his hands balling up into fists. PBM: Ahem, ladies and gentlemen, deities and zombie bikers, and nerds watching this….Allow me to introduce to you, the man of the hour, too sweet to be sour, the man that dumped the fat chick thriller’s useless butt, the manager of the FIW Cruiserweight Champion of the World and the voted sexiest man on the planet Earth as well as soon to be Male Babe of the Year, two thousand and six….SSSSSMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRTY SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAARRRRRRK~!!! PBM bends over and pushes a button on the boom box, instantly Tier is almost blasted out of his seat by high volumes of recorded applause. And without fail Smarty Smark walks through the door way, grinning as he waves to an imaginary crowd in the room and blows kiss to them. Having seen about enough of this silliness, Lazaro storms around the desk and snatches the stereo away from PBM before shouldering past Smarty. Lazaro pitches the entire tape deck out the open door and glares at both men as he strides back to his master's side. PBM: Hey! Smarty glares up at Lazaro as he stops playing to the “crowd”. Smarty Smark: You owe me a new stereo, Susie. An frustrated sigh comes from behind Lazaro’s massive form as he finally reaches his post beside Tier's desk. The man himself lets his void-like eyes glare at the manager. Tier: If you've come to annoy me you've accomplished your mission, and you may leave. The chubby man looks ready to retort but then looks as if he recalls who Tier is now and keeps quiet. Instead he walks over to the desk and plops a few sheets of paper work onto Tier’s already hefty stack of paper work. Tier raises an eyebrow and looks from the paper work to Smarty. Tier: What's all of this? Smarty Smark: That would be, as all champions are given, my client’s choice in the contest he wishes this match you’ve set between Ghost and him to be. Why he is bothering letting that bitch get a chance at his championship I don’t know. Guess it is some thing about his honor or some thing along those lines. Tier looks back up from the paper work as he skims it. Tier: I suppose that sort of concept WOULD be foregin to you... He returns to skimming over the paper work, stopping on the last page of it and more fully reading through it. Once a few seconds have passed he sets it back down and smirks at Smarty. Tier: But I can't accept this. Smarty raises his own eyebrow, obviously puzzled by that comment and Tier’s smirk. Smarty Smark: What do you mean? Tier: Because I was approached earlier today by Ghost, who had some paperwork of her own. She wants to put the Flycore Championship on the line against Ninja in their encounter. So I clearly cannot accept her requests either. I honestly don't need both of these championships on my show at the same time; they fulfill the same purpose. So the plan is as follows; at Hellraise we shall see one of the championships' legacies come to an end in a championship vs. championship match. The winner shall decide between the Flycore and the Cruiserweight championship as to which belt will stay in our federation while the other is put out to pasture. Tier pauses for the obligatory fan reaction of uproarious cheers, and to swallow his saliva. Mmmmm. Tier: I should also let you know that since you were so... generous to allow Ghost the choice of the final fall in this traditional luchador contest this paperwork describes, she'd be delighted to go with her own proposition. This little tid bit of news seems to get under Smark’s skin as he looks over at Tier with uncertainty. Smarty Smark: And just what was her request? Tier: Well, as you stipulate here, the first two falls are a standard rules wrestling match. If the need arises for a third fall, Ghost's stipulation will be erected in the form of her very own match; the Trial by Wire. He smiles smugly at the frightened look on Smarty Smark’s big mug. Tier: Green is such a good color on you, Smarty. Thank you for your offer. You should probably go inform your client of his match. Tier returns to looking over some paper work as Smarty Smark continues to stand there, looking like he just saw a ghost of some kind. Finally his brain starts to process again and his face starts to resemble a tomato it is becoming so red. He looks ready to explode on Tier, but instead storms out of the office with PBM right behind him as the camera cuts back to the ring. CL: Eugh. Smarty's old client is the only thing good in this next match. JH: And the 100% pure athlete, former Fighting Spirit Champion Nightmare. CM: … sucks? Jesus, finish your sentences, Hitchen. [align=center]CALL ME THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE CALL ME THE AMERICAN DREAM CALL ME YOUR SOUL CORRUPTED CALL ME ANYTHING YOU NEED![/align] The lights cut out immediately after Rob Zombie begins screaming the lyrics of "The Great American Nightmare", causing the crowd in attendance to cheer as loud as they possibly can which pretty much deafens anyone within a 5 mile radius. Dark purple strobes and searchlights begin to assault the entire arena now, as the fans' eager attention turns to the stage which has been pretty much engulfed in purple smoke. After a few moments which seem like forever to the rabid fans in the audience, the smoke disperses just enough to allow the fans to focus on the hulking form of Nightmare standing tall and defiant in the entryway, the blazing strobes giving the Prince of Pain a very ghoulish look. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds and is a former FIW WOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE PRINCE OF PAIN", NIGHTMAAAAAAARE!!!! [align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE? YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH![/align] He lingers for a couple moments, soaking up the tremendous reaction, then he steps through the smoke and down the stairs making his way down the walkway, keeping stoic focus on the ring. Once he reaches the ring he stops for a moment to doff his coat off of his massive shoulders and drop it to the floor, before hauling himself onto the apron. He enters the ring, going to one corner and climbing up onto it to show the cross devil horns for the crowd to shoot flashbulbs at. Nightmare steps down, producing a single white lily from his trouser pocket. He picks off the petals of the flower, crushing each petal in his hand and scattering them all over his corner. Once his ritual is complete Nightmare settles into his corner watching his opponent or the entryway intently, as his music fades away. [align=center] Darren Malakian's high-pitched and strained vocals shock the crowd as he and Serj Tankian rock System of a Down's "Cigaro" into our eardrums. Strobe lights flash from the entryway in time with the jamming guitar as smoke begins to pour out. Graver strolls out onstage with a beer in each hand. He puts both bottles to his lips to pour beer into his gullet before smashing them over his head in a shower of dark amber liquid and broken glass. CM: Dear god, he’s like the Sandman but with more awesome sauce! CL: I think you’ll find most people call it beer. MA: And his opponent! Making his return to the FIW ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!! Graver makes his way down the walkway to the ring, ignoring the fans' assaults before taking a short running start and sliding under the bottom rope. Graver gets to his feet and raises a double deuce to all the fans, getting showered with boos. The Hardcore Fuckamaniac thumbs his nose as he paces to his corner. He hops up onto the turnbuckle and grabs his crotch, flipping a deuce to the fans as he sneers at them. They show him the same respect before he hops down, ready to fight. JH: You can only imagine the emotion going into this match. Nightmare has been insulted by Graver quite frequently in the past, most infamously during Graver’s feud with the late Rob Storm. CM: Yeah, well, Graver hates Nightmare ‘cuz he’s the Prince of Penis, plus he’s dumb. AND Nightmare stole his title after that scrubby bastard Onikage broke his nose. CL: Quiet, JR, King. The match is starting. Nightmare creeps toward the center of the ring, arms up in anticipation of a collar-and-elbow tieup. JH: A cautious approach from Nightmare, not quite sure what to expect from Graver after his injury. Graver advances in a similar fashion, then stops to scratch his nutsack and hock a loogie onto the canvas. CL: Ha! Expect the same awesome as always, Hitchen. JH: That’s just plain rude! Nightmare snarls at this insult to the wrestling ring and decides to merely decapitate Graver with a fist. Graver ducks and rocks a palm to Nightmare’s waist before popping back up to lightly slap him on the cheek. CM: Too fast! Frustrated, Nightmare BARRELS into the Hardcore Fuckamaniac full-force with an unrelenting series of forearms! Graver gets lodged in the turnbuckle where Nightmare continues his assault. One-handed Nightmare TEARS the Slayer (the band, not Sean Madrox) T-shirt from Graver’s chest, exposing his hairy man-nipples and his smiley-face tattoo. JH: The Prince of Pain means business NOW! Nightmare rears his arm back and CRACKS a chop across Graver’s bare chest! [align=center]”WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”[/align] Graver curls up on himself, but Nightmare bashes him in the face to splay him out once more for another sternum-shattering chop! [align=center]”WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”[/align] Graver just lays there and suffers this time, mostly because ‘Mare pushes his head back by the chin and raises his palm high, SLAPPING Graver in the chest Big Show-style! JH: Good sweet Christ! You can see the red hand-shaped imprint against Graver’s skin! CM: That’s weird. I wonder if you can see a red imprint on Nightmare’s head where his mother dropped him? Graver falls to the mat and quickly rolls outside. Nightmare watches him, but turns to raise a fist and a smile to the fans. Graver gets to his feet and leans against the fence, tearing off the tattered remnants of his tee before glaring back at the dude in the ring. Nightmare backs away from the ropes to allow Graver a wide berth for re-entry and motions at him with both hands, suggesting he bring it. Graver flips him a deuce and tosses up the apron before pulling out three chairs and two tables. JH: Oh, what now? This match is standard rules, dammit, don’t pervert it! CL: You call it perversion, I call it improvement! CM: I’m gonna have to agree with the dude with a girl’s name on this one, Hitchen. Referee Mark Jackson leans over the ropes and points a stern finger at Graver, but Graver waves him off and starts unfolding the chairs and tossing them into the ring. Jackson busies himself throwing one out while Graver slides in a table and follows behind it. Nightmare is cautious to approach him with all those hardcore implements laying about, but Graver doesn’t have half the concern ‘Mare does as he rushes the man with a flying forearm smash! Nightmare is staggered, but doesn’t go down, and in fact turns to face Graver. Nightmare raises his impressive boot to land a standing Yakuza kick, but Graver manages to snare it and force his leg sideways to spin Nightmare around. He tosses up a quick double deuce before booting ‘Mare in the gut and JACKING his jaw across Graver’s shoulder! CM: BAM! By now, Mark Jackson has cleared the ring of two chairs and the table. He makes for the third chair but Graver grabs it and sets it upright, hopping up onto it before bouncing back off and DRIVING a fist into Nightmare’s chest plate! CL: Now THAT’S innovation! You don’t need to be flippy-floppy to use shit like that to your advantage! JH: No, but do you have to use shit like that to your advantage to win the match!? What’s wrong with everything that was in the ring in the first place? Graver rolls back and pushes up to stand. Nightmare’s clutching at his chest, giving Graver a chance to pull a small silver marker out of his pocket. He bends over and writes something on the toe of his left boot, which our camera’s zoom in to read “FUCK GRIMACE”. Graver runs toward and rebounds off of the ropes, building momentum toward Nightmare before stalling, swinging his left leg like he was the Rock performing the People’s Elbow before BLASTING IT INTO NIGHTMARE’S SKULL-PIECE!! Graver gets his lateral press on… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! NO! Nightmare forces Graver off.[/align] JH: Thank GOD. I would’ve hated it if the match ended like that. Graver grumbles as he rises. He makes toward the chair which is now rather close to Mark Jackson. Mark sees Graver’s intent and grabs the chair, turning to toss it out of the ring. Graver takes this opportunity to untie the pad on the top ring post. JH: Oh, COME ON, dammit! He turns back around and Nightmare is just now on his toes. The Prince of Pain snarls at Graver and charges forward. Graver moves to the side to avoid the anticipated lariat, but too bad for him it ISN’T a lariat Nightmare planned on using. Instead, he wraps both arms around Graver’s middle and HAULS him overhead, crumpling the Reject of FIW several feet behind him! JH: BEAUTIFUL overhead belly to belly suplex! CL: It was more like belly-to-side, really. JH: Graver’s lying in a heap behind Nightmare. It could’ve been a belly-to-butt suplex for all I care. Nightmare gets to his feet to a round of cheers and pumps his fist in victory. Nightmare moves over to Graver’s sprawling body, pulling him to his feet by the shoulders before inserting Graver’s head between his legs. Nightmare glimpses the crowd for a second then hunkers down and SPINS Graver upward--ONLY TO GET HEADBUTTED IN THE DOME!! CM: YES! Eat braincase, you turd sandwich! Nightmare stumbles backward and Graver crunches forward with ANOTHER vicious headbutt! Mare staggers into the ropes and Graver slides out of his grip. The Reject grabs Nightmare by the hair and uses his position to his advantage, dragging Nightmare’s eyes along the top rope! The crowd boos this hella heelish action as Mark Jackson gets in Graver’s face, but Graver has better things to do, like go outside the ring and start throwing his entire stock back in. This frustrates Jackson as well, and he storms to the ropes to give Graver a piece of his mind. Graver just pays him no attention, sliding back in with a table. JH: Just disqualify him! This is just getting out of control! CL: Are you saying Mark doesn’t know how to do his job? Are you saying we should fire him!? JH: No, of course not! I-- CM: Hitchen! I never thought you’d rat out a fellow FIW staff member like that! You’re a real jerk, you know that? JH: I’m not-- CL: What a bastard. Let’s shit in his office before we leave tonight, Chip. CM: I’ll bring the toilet paper. JH: *sighs* Graver starts setting up the table, and just as quickly, Mark Jackson starts taking it apart. The two fight over the object for a moment when Graver chances to look behind him and ducks, allowing Mark Jackson to meet the business end of a Nightmarish lariat! CL: HA! The second bullet just missed its mark! CM: I think you mean it hit it’s mark… Mark Jackson! Eh? Eh? Get it? CL: Your cunning joke was about as bright as a day-old bloodstain. Nightmare stares down aghast at his mistake, which only causes Graver to laugh harder. The Prince of Pain turns on the Hardcore Fuckamaniac with boiling rage, but since the ref’s out Graver just picks up a chair and BLASTS Nightmare in the face with it! … BUT NIGHTMARE DOESN’T GO DOWN!! He actually just looks EVEN MADDER!!! JH: Here we go! Graver’s in trouble now! Graver looks at the chair as though it might be faulty or secretly made of cotton candy or something, but nope. So he tries again, CLATTERING steel against Nightmare’s face… and Nightmare acts like nothing even happened! He RRROOOOOOARRRS and beats his chest like a gorilla, at which point Graver sends his steel toe between Nightmare’s legs. CM: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAALLLLLLLL!!!! Even supernatural wrestling vibes cannot save him from boot meeting testicle, and Nightmare collapses to his knees before dropping to his side. Graver grins to himself, but sees Mark Jackson stirring and gets a move on. Graver takes the table (still set up from his battle with Jackson earlier) and slides it against the corner so it creates sort of a bridge toward the center of the ring. He kicks the rest of the weapons away and grabs a folded chair. Graver quickly ascends to the top rope, and begins running across the table toward Nightmare’s still-prone form. Graver holds the folded chair to his ass cheeks as he runs, then JUMPS off the edge of the table, landing ass-and-chair first on top of Nightmare’s chest with a sick CRACK! CL: YES!! YES!! I don’t know what the fuck that was, but it was AWESOME!! Graver grins and wings the chair out of the ring, hooking one of Nightmare’s massive legs as Mark Jackson comes to. Seeing no foreign objects about, he wearily counts… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] [align=center]Dingdingdingdingding![/align] MA: Your winner, by pinfall, and the NEW Fighting Spirit number one contender… GRRRRRRRAAAAAAAYYYYYYYVEEERRRRRR!!! Graver gets up and celebrates, acting exhausted as though he just had the fight of his life. Mark raises Graver’s hand, AND GETS COLD-COCKED IN THE CHEEKBONE!! JH: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING NOW!? Graver gives a few stomps to Jackson’s downed form, waving a middle finger in front of the referee’s face and shouting “it’s MY match, bitch!” JH: Such disrespect! CM: I know! Jackson knows Graver’s the Hardcore Fuckamaniac. He should’ve let him use the weapons and we wouldn’t have had this problem! JH: *sigh* Well, at least he didn’t get to use that exposed ring post, I guess. CM: What’re you, a girl scout? Not every silver lining has to have a cloud, you bitter bitch. The scene moves backstage in a locker room inside the Rogers Centre where we see seated on a black metal folding chair Matt Impact getting ready by stretching out some muscles as he then begins to lace up his wrestling boots talking to himself, psyching himself up for his match. Impact: Let’s go I got this, I got Fighting Spirit just as much as the next guy. I’m Matt Impact baby! You can hear some audible boos from the ringside in the background as Impact finishes lacing up his boots. He then grabs his white wrist bands, looking at them long and hard, before he tosses them to the side. He then gets up from the chair and grabs in a nearby cubby tape which he then begins to roll around his wrists and hands, tapping them up. Impact: *still to himself* Need to be prepared for this match, don’t need wrestling wrist bands do I? Need the good stuff, the stuff they use in MMA matches, stuff they use in real octagon matches, ‘cause that’s what I am tonight, an octagon fighter! Impact stops tapping his wrist as he then picks up from the cubby MMA-style boxing gloves (gloves that don’t cover the full fingers, and much smaller than real boxing gloves, check out UFC fighters for reference). Impact: *to himself* Yeah, I’m a god damn octagon fighter tonight baby. And, I’m going to knock Kiyoshi out, new Fighting Spirit Champ, yeah! Impact continues to tape up his wrists and hands (both of them) as we move on to our commercial as he continues to get prepared and pumped for his match. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] |
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| Minister Wighty | Sep 21 2006, 06:52 AM Post #4 |
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MA: Now it's time for the Lion's Den match for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship. This will be held in the ring by the entranceway. First, the challenger... 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. CM: Here he is, the man that will tonight end the long reign of Kiyoshi. JH: He's had the title for one week. CM: Sure, long enough once you face Impact. CL: Well Lion's Den means that this will be one hell of an intense match. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] Matt turns and makes his way towards the octagonal ring by the entrance, that's surrounded by the chicken wire cage. 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 walks through the cage door, and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he walks up the steel steps, walking across the black FIW logo apron to the center before entering the ring over the black middle rope. JH: That chicken wire cage is standing permisciously around the ring there. CM: Just like your mom. Waiting to trap more men inside, with no way out and pain being the only outcome... CL: Sounds more like a Saturday night in Chip's apartment to me. [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] JH: We saw Impact earlier and it sure looks like this is going to be one hell of a fight. He's even wearing those UFC style gloves CM: Kiyoshi is still relatively new, while Impact is the living legend here, this is my Old School vs. New Skool dream match. CL: Oh please, it's your dream match everytime two guys the crowd doesn't like wrestle. CM: Just because they have no taste. JH: Coming from a guy in that shirt... 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. Realising that he can't tease the crowd this time by pretending to throw the shirt at them, he instead props it up in the corner as if it's something precious, and anything with his name on should be treated with more respect than the Queen. The arena is plunged into darkness, with the only lights on in the building focused on the entrance stage which - as the synth intro to Rusty Nail starts - is filling up with smoke, pierced by an assortment of multi coloured lasers. The guitar starts up with the emergance of Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka from the artificial cloud, proudly strutting to the edge of the ramp. At his destination, he draws his sword from it's sheath at his belt and slashes forward in one fluid motion as he drops to one knee. [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru kawaranai yume ni[/align] Slowly Daisuke draws the sword back to himself and stabs the point down to the floor, as his voice continues to ring out around the arena. He strikes a praying warrior pose, just in time for... [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] The rest of the chorus is drowned out by a series of blinding explosions of pyro on the stage behind him, the smoke eventually clearing to reveal a hooded figure staring at the floor. Kiyoshi Nakahata surveys the ring and the crowd. There was once a time when Kiyoshi would have seemed overwhelmed and a hobbling Daisuke would have had to drag him down to the ring; but now that time seems long gone the way that he begins to walk 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 through the cage door, 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. He walks as if to go through the door, but the referee suddenly slams the cage door shut, leaving Daisuke on the outside. He seems visibly angry at this, but is totally ignored by Logan Black, who continues to lock the cage door. JH: Nice try, Daisuke, this is going to be pure combat, no cheating this time. CM: Damn Logan Black, he was going to just be there for emotional support. CL: I'm sure that Daisuke can still show his emotions through the chicken wire... The camera then cuts to ringside, to reveal a man walking through the crowd, and taking a place on a front row seat. He's got a frizzy black/brown beard, long hair that's the same colour, and a black Punisher t-shirt. This man is, of course, LOBO Malavdo. He pulls out a scruffy notebook from his pocket and a pen, before looking up towards the ring. JH: Look who it is! It's Toan's associate LOBO Malavdo! CM: A man that know's talent, watching a match packed full of it. JH: Then why haven't I heard one cheer yet? CM: Same reason you haven't heard a pleasurable moan out of your wife in the last 10 years. CL: Chip, that makes no sense. CM: So's your face. [align=center]Ding Ding Ding[/align] Matt and Kiyoshi both start to circle each other, Matt having that cocky grin on his face, while Kiyoshi is not phased, still having the very determined focused look he seems to wear most of the time. Then, quickly, Kiyoshi dives in to lock together, but Matt suddenly dodges and steps backwards, laughing. Kiyoshi expertly regains his balance and turns to see Impact mockingly shrugging. Daisuke shouts something at Matt but it can't be heard. Kiyoshi takes no notice to Impact's attempt to anger him early in the match, and instead shakes him limbs to make sure he's limbered up. Matt seems confused as Nakahata turns his back to Impact, and begins to stretch down, reaching his toes. Impact is visually annoyed by this, and begins to come toward Kiyoshi. But Nakahata sees Matt through his legs, and suddenly swings a leg around backward, hitting Impact square on the chest. This time, Kiyoshi is the one grinning as he turns, while Matt stumbles backwards into one of the corners. Daisuke himself is laughing, and it even gets a bit of a positive reaction from the crowd. JH: Kiyoshi giving Matt a taste of his own medicine! Good to finally see someone else do that to him. CM: Now that was unsporting! JH: What, and Impact’s never unsporting? CM: No! Just sportsmanship is a very fine line… CL: Just like your dick. CM: Seriously, why you have to do that, we were going on fine then? CL: Okay, is that something a girl says to you try to kiss her on the end of a date? CM: Yes! He made a joke that didn’t make me come out gay! SCORE! Impact realises that Kiyoshi had just duped him, and becomes even more angry. But, being the veteran he is, he’s careful not to let it get the better of him. He shakes his head quickly, as he steps out of the corner. He comes back into the centre of the ring, and brings his hands up in a boxing position. Kiyoshi reacts to this, by putting his hands in a manner that seems more professional, obviously having experience fighting in these conditions from before. Impact goes for a European Uppercut, but it’s easily blocked by Kiyoshi. Nakahata then suddenly opens out an assault. Palm strikes and kicks to Impact’s legs come down as a torrent on Matt, who backs off into the corner again. Kiyoshi keeps up the onslaught, hitting a big uppercut onto Matt’s chin, making Impact stumble into the turnbuckles. Kiyoshi steps back and raises his hands in the air, causing another cheer, slightly bigger than the first. Kiyoshi seems to almost enjoy this, turning around. Matt tries to gain his composure, looking up at Nakahata and seeing that his back’s turned around. Impact sees this, and angers up even more, ripping off his boxing gloves. He gets up and walks out, right behind Kiyoshi. As Kiyoshi turns around, Matt suddenly punches Kiyoshi square in the face. Kiyoshi falls to the floor, while a satisfying grin comes back on the face of Impact. Logan Black comes straight to Matt’s face and warns him about punching with closed fists and no gloves, but Impact obviously doesn’t give two shits, and is too busy being pleased with his own ‘genius’. The crowd boo loudly for this, but their reaction is nothing compared to Daisuke, who literally smashes his sword against the cage, screaming in anger. Kiyoshi goes to his knees, holding his jaw, before looking up at Impact with a new fiery anger his eyes. JH: Now that is unsporting. CM: If he calls himself a fighter, then can’t even take a punch like that, he doesn’t deserve the title, I’m sorry. CL: Do you want to try a punch like that? CM: I’m not the title holder mind. Kiyoshi stands up straight, and spits on the canvas. It’s seen that he in fact spits blood, probably caused by Matt’s sucker punch. Logan Black steps back to allow action to continue, though he almost doesn’t get out of the way of Kiyoshi in time, who speeds straight towards Matt. Impact doesn’t have time to think, as he’s hit front on with one heck of a powerful Lariat. He crunches to the floor, where Kiyoshi stays on the attack, barely allowing enough time for Matt to hit the canvas. He viciously stomps on Matt’s chest, and even one or two to the face. Matt quickly tries to roll away, going against the ropes, and using them for leverage to heave himself up. But as soon as he’s up, he’s met with Kiyoshi’s forearms to the face. The crowd cheer Kiyoshi’s revenge, while he continues to unload the strikes to the head. He then grabs Impact, and with some impressive strength quickly judo throws him down to the floor. Kiyoshi keeps going, locking Impact into a Judo Choke around his huge neck. Impact’s eyes open suddenly, as the blood flow going to his brain suddenly restricts dramatically. He quickly begins to flail his arms around, but Kiyoshi has good leverage behind him, making it much more difficult for Impact to fight out. Logan comes down to one knee, and checks to see if Impact’s going to submit. The crowd start to cheer in Kiyoshi. Daisuke is too busy to care about the crowd, cheering on Kiyoshi in his own way, even shouting at him to make sure he’s got complete leverage with the hold. JH: Kiyoshi fights back! He’s gotten Matt in that Judo Choke! CM: This is horrible! How is he even strong enough to affect that huge amazing neck?! Matt’s rapid arm movements start to become more frantic, trying to reach back. He grabs the forearms of Kiyoshi, and tries to rip them off. Nakahata’s grip is too strong though, and Impact soon realises this as his hands slowly let go. Then, out of an act of desperation, or perhaps inspiration, his hands suddenly reaches back and wraps his big hands around Kiyoshi’s face. Then, using his two thumbs, he gouges into Kiyoshi’s eyes. Nakahata is forced to let go quickly, stumbling backwards clutching at his eyes. He falls against the ropes onto the floor, where Daisuke runs to, and starts to shout instructions at Kiyoshi through the cage. Matt goes onto all fours, with one hand around his neck trying to gain back composure, and probably air. Kiyoshi puts his hands down, once again angered that Matt has resorted to cheating to gain the upper hand in this match. Kiyoshi gets up, runs and kicks Matt in the stomach, who’s still on all fours. Impact rolls over onto his back, arms on his stomach, winded from shock. Nakahata grabs Matt’s head, and lifts him up, hitting him twice with forearms on the way. Once up, Matt is hurled into the corner. He lands back first into the turnbuckle. He lifts his head to see Kiyoshi charging at him, hurling his shoulder straight into Impact’s abdomen. The air is once again knocked out of Matt, as Kiyoshi steps back. JH: Matt’s taken Kiyoshi to the brink here. Kiyoshi wanted a straight, fair match and all Matt has done so far is use dirty tactics. CM: If they were so bad he’d have been DQ’ed by now. JH: Ha! With Logan Black refereeing in this kind of match, unlikely. Most probably he’s ignoring all this foul play just to piss off Tier! CL: And at Kiyoshi’s expense. Kiyoshi grabs Matt’s head and puts it under his arm. He then lifts Matt in the air above him in a suplex position. Kiyoshi steps back one or two steps, before suddenly bringing Impact crashing down with a Vertical Brainbuster. Matt’s neck cracks onto the canvas, and he rolls along in pain as Kiyoshi gets up, filled with a new intensity. The crowd are behind Kiyoshi fully now, happy at least that he’s going for a proper straight match with no cheating. Kiyoshi goes down to the canvas, and grabs Matt’s arm. He places it between his legs and then locks in a frontal headlock, leaning back. JH: Kiyoshi locks Impact in that Amateur style grounded headlock! CM: I’m all for Kiyoshi usually, but this match he’s just been a punk! How dare he try to do this to Matt Impact. He’s a former tag team and Heavyweight champ, not to mention a former king! CL: Ah yes, the “totally original King of Slam! Gimmick”…I remember throwing a can at the screen while that was on many a time. Logan Black goes down to check on Matt, while Kiyoshi grits his teeth and tightens his lock. Impact is once again heard screaming out in pain, with his legs kicking about with no real target. His free hand frantically grabs at the head of Kiyoshi, but Nakahata ignores this, concentrating on making the challenger suffer. With Kiyoshi once again with the upper hand, Impact’s actions start to appear more futile. Desperation sets in with Matt, who’s not used to being in these situations often. But, Impact seems that he’s been in FIW enough to not panic in these situations. His arm suddenly comes up and grabs Kiyoshi’s head, placing it in a headlock of his own. This at first seems pointless seeming the shape that Impact’s in would mean that he wouldn’t hand enough leverage to apply serious pressure. But then, his other arm that’s in between Kiyoshi’s legs grabs Nakahata. Using his strength, Matt begins to rise to his feet. Kiyoshi’s face turns to one of confusion, as he holds on even harder. As Matt gets to a vertical base, Kiyoshi’s grip of Impact’s head lets go, causing Nakahata to be held upside down by Impact. Matt then suddenly kicks his knee straight into the unguarded face of Kiyoshi Nakahata. Kiyoshi’s head violently snaps back, and then back to where it was, just to once again be met with another knee to the face. Then Matt suddenly slams Kiyoshi to the mat onto his back. Kiyoshi hits there hard, but seems to be more concerned about his face, holding it. Matt steps back, catching his breath, making sure that he uses this time wisely. He then grabs Kiyoshi’s head, and lifts him back up. As soon as Nakahata’s up Matt suddenly starts a torrent of slaps and chops to Kiyoshi’s body. Kiyoshi’s caught off guard, not being able to block them properly which means that he has to himself back into the corner. CM: Impact Strike Rush! JH: Kiyoshi coming off on the bad end of some painful slaps and chops. It seems like Matt’s doing his version of what he was on the end of earlier. CL: Well it’s not MMA but it is effect full. When Kiyoshi’s in the corner, Matt begins to focus chops onto Kiyoshi’s chest. He then elbows Kiyoshi in the chin, before stepping back and giving Kiyoshi two middles fingers. Finding his cockiness again, though, seems to be a mistake, as Kiyoshi this time himself uses an eye gouge on Matt. Impact is caught totally of guard, and Kiyoshi then swings Matt into the corner himself once again. He runs at Impact, but Matt is ready, suddenly coming out and STO’ing Kiyoshi straight down to the floor. Nakahata’s head slams onto the canvas below him. The crowd boo loudly, but Matt just looks out to them, shouting some sort of obscenity. He then looks down at Kiyoshi, and goes down, locking in a leg lock. Kiyoshi suddenly sits up in pain, eyes opening wider. Logan Black comes down to check on Kiyoshi who begins to call out in pain. Seeing that Logan is checking on Kiyoshi, Matt grabs the turnbuckle just behind him for extra leverage. He holds on to Kiyoshi’s leg with the other hand. Nakahata looks down his body to see Matt grabbing the ropes. He suddenly shouts this at Logan Black, who turns to see Impact holding the turnbuckle behind him. Black suddenly tells Matt to let go. He starts to five count. [align=center]1... 2... 3... 4...[/align] Before Black can call five, Matt’s released the hold, and begins to stand up, grinning. The crowd are booing loudly again, as Daisuke slams on the cage side with his sword angrily. Impact seems to enjoy it. He goes and lifts Kiyoshi to his feet by his head. He looks into Kiyoshi’s eyes, before suddenly throwing him straight over the ropes, making Kiyoshi crash into the chicken wire cage. He bounces off painfully, and awkwardly falls to the floor holding his face. JH: That was definitely not MMA! CL: Sure, but it was damn effective. CM: If you get in the ring with Matt Impact, you’d better prepare for him to utilise everything around him to make sure that you’re never walking again. CL: Damn sad day this is when Chip has a point. JH: I find it helps to insult him straight after. CL: Chip, your mum’s a whore. Hey, what do ya know, I feel better already! Kiyoshi lifts his head up to reveal a cut above his right eye. Blood starts to come down into it, as he seems to be trying to gain his composure, when once again his head is grabbed by Impact. He’s lifted to his feet, obviously more groggy than before. Matt sees Kiyoshi’s busted eyebrow, and grins, before punching Kiyoshi straight in the eye. Nakahata would’ve collapsed back down, but Matt holds him up by the hair. Impact again punches Kiyoshi. Logan Black shouts at Matt to stop using closed fists, but something seems like he doesn’t really mind if it continues. Impact then suddenly grabs Kiyoshi and goes to hoist him up for a Press Slam, but halfway up, Kiyoshi suddenly reverses, bringing Matt down into a Fujiwara Armbar! Matt suddenly screams in pain, while Kiyoshi grits his teeth and begins to apply the pressure. The blood runs down his face, as Kiyoshi pulls back the arm of Impact. Matt quickly begins to turn his body. Kiyoshi keeps a hold of Matt, as Impact turns so his body is face the ropes. He reaches his free arm out, but it just comes up short, not being able to reach. The crowd cheer loudly, wanting Impact to tap right there. But Matt makes one last lunge, and his arm grabs the rope. Kiyoshi is forced to let go. He gets up, and grabs Matt's leg, dragging him to the centre of the ring, before suddenly going down and locking him into the fujiwara armbar again. Matt quickly though turns his body onto his back sharply. This sudden movement shocks Kiyoshi, not being able to hold Matt down. Impact is able to grab Kiyoshi's body and stands. Staying hold of Kiyoshi, he lifts up the champion and starts to apply great pressure, making Nakahata caught in a bear hug. Kiyoshi starts to scream in pain, as Matt's hands link and begin to crush Nakahata's ribcage. JH: Matt's just locked in that vice-like grip around Kiyoshi! CM: Watch as Kiyoshi's innards are forced through a number of orifices. CL: Possible. CM: Wow, I'm impressed you didn't make some sort of comment about orifices. CL: Meh, too easy. A bit like your mum. CM: Damn... Kiyoshi realises that he has little time, so suddenly starts to pound his fists into the face of Matt. Impact tries to ignore them, but does not do so well. He visibly loosens up, but before he can drop Kiyoshi, he spinebusters Nakahata straight into the mat. Matt props himself up quickly, and then begins to disrespectfully stomp on Kiyoshi. The crowd are really getting built up now, angrily booing and throwing verbal abuse at Impact. Matt ignores it, as he then jumps in the air, and brings a thunderous leg drop down onto the throat of Kiyoshi. As Matt makes his way back up again, his attentions turned to Daisuke who's shouting at Impact in Japanese. Matt grins, walking over to the side of the cage and calling down to Daisuke. Behind him, Kiyoshi's slowly rising to his feet. Daisuke sees this and grins slightly, which Impact notices. Matt turns to see Kiyoshi standing on two feet, looking up at Impact, blood still dripping of his face. Matt walks up to Kiyoshi, and thrusts Nakahata's head under his arm, setting up for a DDT variation. But Kiyoshi suddenly fires a punch straight to Impact's midsection. Matt lets go of Kiyoshi, holding his abdomen, as the champion slips under Impact's arm and wraps his arms around Matt's waist from behind, going for a German suplex.But Impact suddenly fires two elbows straight into Kiyoshi's right eye, which was already bleeding from Kiyoshi's flight to the cage. Kiyoshi stumbles backwards holding his eye. Logan Black steps in front of Kiyoshi to check if Nakahata's alright. Matt suddenly lunges to the corner and grabs his t-shirt from his entrance. He then turns around and shoves it over the head of Logan Black. Black stumbles around in shock, trying to rip the shirt off, not being able to see a thing. Impact then drops to one knee, and fires a fist straight up into Kiyoshi's crotch. Nakahata doubles over, clutching his nether-regions. He collapses to the floor, as the crowd begin to boo very loudly. Impact is grinning, as Daisuke begins to slam on the cage door. Logan Black finally manages to take the t-shirt off, to see Kiyoshi on the floor, and Matt shrugging to Logan about the t-shirt. JH: What a cheat! Impact's going to steal this over a t-shirt! CM: Now there's a weapon that he's never used before! JH: Weapon being used very loosely. CL: Just like Chip's sister, very loose... CM: Seriously, lay off the family now. Logan Black comes up to Impact and holds up the t-shirt, questioning him. Matt grins, and starts to tell Logan that he doesn’t have a clue how the t-shirt managed to get onto Logan’s head. Meanwhile, Daisuke still hacks away at the lock of the door outside. Impact then suddenly tells Logan to place the t-shirt back on the turnbuckle. Black looks taken back by this demand, but decides it best not to piss off Impact. He heads over to the turnbuckle, Impact grinning as he watch Logan do his bidding. But as this is happening, Daisuke suddenly snaps the lock of the cage door. The door swings open. The crowd cheer as they see Daisuke’s success. Crow then suddenly slides the sword into the ring, right to Kiyoshi, who’s still on the floor. As Impact sees Logan’s propping up his shirt, he turns to finish off Kiyoshi. He goes over to Nakahata, who’s on the floor, back to Matt. He bends over to grab the champion, when suddenly Kiyoshi fires the handle of the sword straight up into the face of Impact. Matt goes staggering backwards, as Kiyoshi darts up, sliding the sword back to Daisuke on the way. He turns and grabs Impact, suddenly hitting him with his Uranage finisher. As Logan turns around, he sees Kiyoshi on the floor with Matt, locking in a triangle choke. Black darts down to check on Impact. The crowd are cheering with excitement. JH: Kiyoshi plays one out of Impact’s book! CM: He attacked him with a sword! That’s illegal! CL: Illegal or not, Impact’s now stuck in a Sankakujime, with no means of escape! Impact, already groggy from the blow of the sword handle, and the Uranage, barely struggles. Kiyoshi tightens the grip even more, as Logan goes to check on Matt. He sees that Impact seems out of it. He lifts up Matt’s arm, which drops limply to the ground. Black calls for the bell. The crowd erupt for the first (and maybe only) time for Kiyoshi. Daisuke slides into the ring, and as Kiyoshi rises to his feet, the Crow lifts Nakahata’s hand in the air. [align=center]Ding Ding Ding[/align] MA: The winner of this match, and STILL FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION….KIYOSHI NAKAHATA! JH: Impact tried to fight an MMA match with an expert, trying to use dirty tactics to secure his victory, and ended up becoming undone by the very same dirty ways that he thought he wouldn’t face. CM: This is an outrage! I want to complain! CL: Ah shut up. JH: Kiyoshi Nakahata has proved here tonight that he is a major star of the future, by retaining his Fighting Spirit Championship. The camera crew appears to be inside a locker room as it pans around the room, picking up an image of its surroundings. Resting on a bench in the room is a man who just in a few moments will be competing in the main event. Onikage pulls up his knee pad over his knee, the fabric stretching a bit as he looks it over and goes to the other leg to put one on. Besides his pads and boots, the Straight Edge one is already in his ring gear, even in his windbreaker. Suddenly the door opens to the locker room, bringing the masked man’s attention away from his protection to his visitor. He stands up calmly as he stares down the black hole like eyes of his guest. Lazaro walks across the room, his eyes or lack there of staring Onikage right back. The massive mountain of muscle towers over the oddity as they continue to stare each other down, Onikage seemingly not happy about this visit. Onikage: What is your business here? The man formally known as the skull cowboy remains silent as he lifts up one of his large bowling ball sized fists. He is met with Onikage getting ready to duke it out with him when Lazaro brings his fist down. It swings down and…puts a piece of paper in Onikage’s hand? Tightly he pushes the crumbled up paper into the Straight Edge Savior’s hand as he continues to stare into his eyes. Lazaro: I have a message for you. Onikage uneasily looks between the large man and his hand where the paper rests, and looks back up at the undead servant. And without saying another word from him, Lazaro turns around and heads for the door. Upon reaching the door way he stops for a moment and looks over his shoulder presumably at Onikage. Lazaro: The word of God is writ there. A stipulation for your match. Something appropriately final. Then like that he is gone, storming down the hall way to who knows where, leaving the masked freak to stare down at his hand as the camera cuts to ringside… The arena's lights cut to blackness as Jeffery Nothing's voice haunts our ears. [align=center]And it's all I've ever wanted To believe... That peace could grow inside of you... In spite of me... Humani...ty... I hope you're out there somewhere.[/align] 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 sillhouette. That black figure moves against the light, trekking down the stairs and 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. He slowly climbs the stairs leading into the ring, and as he reaches the top post, he folds his hands against his chest. [align=center]ALL ALONE I HEAR THE ANGELS SCREAM MY NAME![/align] The lights rise completely and Tier enters the ring, pulling a mic from his belt loop. CL: All hail our great general manager! Pioneer of the Revolution! JH: Gee, bet he has your lip prints on his ass often. CL: Bet my paycheck has more zeroes than yours. CM: I want zeroes! Where do I kiss? Tier waits until the fans and the commentary team cease their mixed reactions before he finally speaks. Tier: So next week is Hellraise; the big FIRST pay-per-view booked entirely by your new general manager. It is-- Tier's cut off by some unexpected cheers, so he pauses and smiles a bit. Tier: ... it is also the first pay per view of the united FIW. No Slam! main events. No TNT main events. Just pure FIW action. The fans pop for this. They love the roster unifiaction. Tier: But! For the most part, you've all been left in the dark about our matches. So I decided to take some time out of my busy schedule to come out here and... enlighten you. Let's begin with the opening match, declared by Jim O'Brien earlier this evening. At Hellraise we'll be seeing Jim O'Brien make his return to the ring once more to settle the score with a man who's been on fire in FIW's ranks since his own return, Samael. For the interest of bloodshed, I've declared this a HARDCORE RULES MATCH! The fans pop as Tier's image is eaten off the VolTrons by flames and replaced with the below graphic. [align=center] [/align]Tier: Also earlier tonight, Smarty Smark may have signed his client's downfall in the following match... with both Ghost's Flycore and Ninja's Cruiserweight championships on the line! Luchador-style two out of three falls! If it comes to a third fall, the match will become a TRIAL BY WIRE! GHOST! VERSUS! EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWO! [align=center] [/align]The fans riot over the match, which should be insanely long and insanely good. Tier: That's not the only... heh... score that needs settled this month. Xtreme Kitten and Kennedy have been at each others' throats, and I've rewarded them with a match to work it out on. This contest is going to be a NON-TITLE match, which-- Tier's cut off by boos, but he holds up a hand, waiting for them to cease. Tier: -- which means Xtreme Kitten will NOT be tempted to throw the match to save his title! Kennedy and Kitten will brawl with all their passion, fury, and energy! [align=center] [/align]Tier: Also in competition is the other half of tonight's main event; the lovely Kailey Lane will once again get her hands on the less-than-lovely Onikage, under circumstances which Oni has only recently learned and I will now share with the world... NO HOLDS BARRED! AND NO DISQUALIFICATION! [align=center] [/align]Tier waits until some of the mounting cheers from the Canadian crowd die down, and begins speaking once more. Tier: Now, for several weeks we've been testing the mettle of our FIW Superstars in a couple of battle royales to see which pair can earn the right to become the NEW FIW Tag-Team Champions! Despite complications with the match, its' participants, and the former champions in J.J. and Kailey, we finally have our event, and what a sweet one it is! Four teams! Elimination-style contest! The first fall will be a tag-team scramble! The second a submissions contest, and the third a hardcore brawl to declare the FIW Tag Champs! GRAVER! KENNY! MATT IMPACT! KIYOSHI NAKAHATA! SEAN MADROX! GRANT RICE! TOAN! AND MOMOKO WAKARI! [align=center] [/align]Tier: Finally... we've known for some time that Remy would face our Dual Crown champion, Ragin' at this month's pay-per-view. Something else we know is that not only am I an FIW alumni... but also an NGIW alumni. Most of you will know... that NGIW had a little... semi-tradition 'round Hellraise time. Most of you know the stipulation to the match... and because of that, most of you know the stipulation to the Dual Crown match for THIS YEAR'S HELLRAISE!! Ladies and gentlemen! Remy Barteaux! Ragin'! ONE. ON. ONE. For the Dual Crown Championship! ... ... in A CRUCIFIXION MATCH!!! [align=center] [/align]Tier: ONE OF THESE MEN WILL BE RAISED TO THE RAFTERS OF THE SILVERDOME, AND ONE OF THESE MEN WILL BE DECLARED THE CHAMPION!! NEXT SUNDAY!! AT HELLRAISE!!! YOU WOULDN'T DAAAAAARE FUCKING MISS IT!! Tier drops the mic as the crowd hits their most fevered pitch and "Save Us" blasts over the speakers once more. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] JH: Next up we have a match of three completely different styles. CL: As long as we don’t have to watch someone flipping all over the place, cool beans. CM: So that discounts you when you see breasts? CL: Yes, because I rock. JH: Let’s leave it with Michael shall we. 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: The following contest is a triple threat match and first fall to a finish, introducing first from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds and standing at six foot three inches… GRANT RIIIIIICEEEE!!!!! 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: The man soon to be teaming with Sean Madrox at Hellraise, got himself quite the test tonight. CL: Yeah, having you call his match would test me too. CM: How can someone as crude as him team with Sean? It’s just unfashionable. CL: Your so gay. CM: I am not, YOU ARE! CL: Ask your mom, she’ll confirm I’m not. O Fortuna blasts over the PA, presenting a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. He poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… The grinding hard rock of Princes of the Universe starts to bellow over the PA as the arena lights give way to a spectacular pyro burst and celestial light show. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung. A soon as he stands before the capacity crowd, he reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect pops all around him and consumes his body in smoke. Prime then burst from the smoke all pumped up and ready to go. MA: And! His opponent hailing from San Diego, California, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds and standing at six foot six inches… PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMEEEE!!!! He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the while time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his “Prime pose” once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. CL: Pffft, He thinks he’s got muscles, watch these bitches! *flexes* JH: Yeah… so… CL: I know there making you shit your pants. CM: No, he’s trying to find them, then he’ll “shit his pants”. The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy. [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] MA: And finally! Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing 240lbs, MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!! Maj grins as his name's announced. 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 fiery 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: Our final participant, Maj Tahal. CL: Ah the leaping Indian, not a fan hugger but I hate flippy-floppers, so I dislike him. CM: But the fans hate him… I thought you’d of liked him, I mean he dresses, ok… I guess. CL: He jumps around like a monkey, I hate him. JH: Either opinions aside, the match is about to get underway. As Richard Kelly checks all here men for any hidden objects or anything, Prime stands confidently in the corner as Maj looks at the pair of them, Grant looks clam as he leans against the ropes, checking out some blonde in the middle row, before Richard calls for the bell and all three move to the center of the ring. Each of them start mouthing off, Prime just grinning as out of nowhere he nails both of them with a double clothesline, taking both Grant and Maj down as he moves to the ropes flexing, he turns around to watch them both get up and he almost stalks Maj as he then moves in for the kill going for a Full Nelson, hooking it in but Grant sees it and runs to the ropes, comes back to nail him in the knee making him lose the grip, releasing Maj as Prime drops to a knee. JH: Prime almost getting it there in the early going, Grant saved Maj though. CM: Prime’s arm’s are about the same capacity as Maj’s body, Maj’s gonna die. CL: That’d be some cool shit right there, like snap his spine with a press slam, mmm broken spine… JH: Your twisted, very twisted. Maj and Grant both standing look toward each other, but don’t attack, they instead begin attacking Prime with everything they got, forearms, kicks, punches, before both picking him up and Irish whipping him, on return he gets nailed with a duel dropkick, taking him to the canvas, Maj celebrates only to get taken into a deep headlock by Grant, wrenching away at Maj’s skull, Maj then hit’s a few forearms into Grant’s gut before pushing him to the ropes, Grant still holds it though as Maj looks in some discomfort with Grant still attached to his skull, unknown to the pair though Prime is too his feet and he moves towards the pair, he grabs Maj and lifts, with Maj holding Grant too he lifts, Grant and Maj both then get PLANTED into the canvas with a backdrop suplex, both rolling to there backs as Grant actually rolls out the ring clutching his head. JH: Jesus Christ! Double backdrop! CM: Ok, that was impressive, took both men out too. CL: I could do that shit, I just don’t, ‘cause ya know, I’m lazy. JH: No denying there, but Maj’s is in trouble now, he’s left in that ring alone with Prime. Prime stands over the fallen Maj, who’s clutching the back of his head, Prime then lifts him up to his feet and elevates him into the air, looking for a press slam, but as he does, Maj wriggles free sliding down Prime’s back and looking for a cover, but not being able to pull him over, Prime with all his power goes to double axe handle Maj’s skull into the canvas, Maj only just dodge’s kipping himself up to his feet, as Prime turns he gets nailed in the head with a enziguiri, making him reel back towards the ropes, Maj sees Grant slowly standing up, he smirks as he runs to the ropes, heading right towards Prime, who out of nowhere grabs Maj and throws! Him over the ropes, but Maj inverts the belly-to-belly into a corkscrew press right into Grant taking both down to the mats with force! JH: Good god! Belly-to-Belly right into a corkscrew press! CM: That was… well… unique. CL: FLYING monkey! See! JH: Just cause he is a talented high flyer doesn’t mean he’s a flying monkey! CL: Yes it does, cause I‘m right and you’re a asswipe. Prime sits himself back up looking down towards the heap of men on the mats on the outside, Prime climbs to his feet and then waits by the ropes, both of them climb to there feet and turns to see Prime climbing out of the ring, both move to grab his feet and move them, he slips off connecting his back right on the edge of the apron, Prime lands on his back looking in discomfort, Maj then turns on Grant, ramming his head into the ring post, the impact sending him reeling back to Maj who climbs on the apron, lifting Grant on there too. He then lifts Grant up for a backdrop, but Grant shifts his weight landing on his feet on the apron, he then drops back DRIVING Maj’s skull into the apron with a SICK thud with a inverted sit-out face crusher! CL: SICK! His head bounced off the apron! CM: His brain could have been damaged then… CL: He’s a cruiserweight, it’s already scrambled. JH: Could of got concussion more like, Grant rolling him in the ring though. CL: PIN THE SUN BITCH! Grant does indeed roll Maj in the ring, booting Prime down once and turning to slide in the ring, he then makes the cover, hooking Maj’s leg… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NO SHOULDER UP![/align] …Grant thumps the canvas looking kina pissed he kicked out, he stands up and boots down on Maj as he turns his attention towards Prime who’s climbing in the ring. Prime climbs in but Grant dives on him with strikes, pummeling him back down onto the canvas before booting him down hard, Grant then turns back towards Maj who’s to his knees, Grant feeling very much in control lift’s Maj to his feet, then hits him with a few solid punches before throwing him towards the corner, Maj lands in the corner. Grant then moves to the diagonal corner and runs towards Maj, but out of nowhere Prime comes charging and decapitates him with a HUGE Lariat right to the head, Grant rolls up into a heap as Prime’s body drives Grant’s body into the canvas with pace and power! CL: KISSSS THISSS!!! JH: Out of nowhere, Grant’s down! CM: Bet that felt worse then a drive by. JH: You did research? Wow… CL: No, to him a drive by is driving by all the shops, dreaming of looking as hot as me. JH: …Ah. As all three seem to be recuperating in there positions, Maj seems to be first to realize and witness the car crash that happened in front of him, he scales the top rope and then looks for the first one to stand up, Grant rolls towards the ropes as Prime pushes him out the way so he can get up, he does slowly. Prime gets too his feet and turns to watch Maj leap off the top with a crossbody, of course in all classic cases Prime indeed catches him, he moves away from the corner before lifting Maj over his head showing his impressive strength he then with all his power throws Maj right into the turnbuckle, Maj connects and just flies back onto his back as the fans chant “Ohhhhhhh!” Prime of course cockily flexes as the fans boo him. CL: See! Flying monkey! JH: Prime threw him into the turnbuckle, that doesn’t count! CM: Ah how that must of ruined his feature’s unlike my… CL: Big ol’ ugly ass? CM: I’ll ignore that. As Maj lays out on the canvas Prime sees Grant climbing to his feet, he moves over towards him and gives him a forearm to the back, making Grant move forward arching his back, Prime then gives him yet another blow to the back before pulling him backwards with his shorts, locking in the full nelson and wrenching away, with Maj down there’s no one to help him get out of it, but Grant knows a way he grabs Richard and pushes his, so he turns and Grant ten kicks backwards, low blowing Prime, it doesn’t release the hold, but enough to let Grant grabs Prime’s face and drop to his ass, landing a jawbreaker which sends Prime reeling. JH: Low-bow, Prime had it won and Grant low blowed him come on. CM: Didn‘t see it, so ah well… CL: Stop thinking of his muscle Jonathon! JH: I’m not! As Prime reels back he hit’s the ropes coming back to have Grant run and attempt a forearm shot which doesn’t knock him down, Grant runs to the ropes again coming back and nailing him which makes him go to the ropes and comes back shoulder blocking Grant and roaring! He then turns and WHAM! Maj nails him in the face with a forearm shot too, then another, then another until he’s against the ropes, Maj then tries to whip him to the ropes but Prime reveres, Maj comes back though to duck a clothesline attempt, he goes to ropes, comes back and Leaps, connecting with a modified running STO, drilling Prime’s head into the canvas, he covers the big man! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …PRIME THROWS MAJ OFF![/align] JH: Running STO, couldn’t keep him down! CL: HA! Look how he threw him off. CM: Pure aggression. CL: Geez, sound turned on as you said it anyone? CM: Shut up. Maj lands on his stomach, he looks towards Prime who stirs holding his neck as Grant is to his feet too, he’s just watched what happened and takes advantage, moving to Maj and dropping a knee right over his hand, before attacking it viciously with stomps. He then moves to Prime grabbing his leg and stomping on it, a mean streak in Grant coming off now, he turns back to Maj who he lifts to his feet and backs into the corner, he goes down and begins driving his shoulder into Maj’s gut with shoulder charges, finally stopping to let him drop down to the canvas in a seated position. Grant leaves him there and turns to get a HARD chop to the chest off Prime, he hits another two placing Grant into the ropes, he then goes for a Irish whip, but Grant swings in a quick motion hitting a drop toe hold he instantly then drops and grabs Prime’s ankle, he wrenches in the ankle lock on Prime as Prime tries to reach for the ropes, Richard asks him does he give… JH: Ankle lock!!! CL: Ohhh finally, bone snapping. CM: That’s not funny Constance. CL: No, but it’d be fuckin awesome. JH: You have no remorse! …Grant keeps wrenching away at the ankle, Prime using his strength pushes towards the ropes, he gets there and grabs the rope, but Grant holds on keep wrenching at the ankle, but out of nowhere Maj comes form behind and grabs Grant in a waist lock, he then suplexes him over and onto his head with a releasing German suplex, the impact taking him down as Maj himself drops to the floor, all three men lay on the canvas, suffering from the match’s effects… [align=center]1… …2... …3… …4...[/align] Prime’s too his feet just, his ankle looking weak as he moves towards Maj who himself gets up, Grant still down as Prime grabs Maj, punching him right in the gut, Prime throws Maj to the ropes and as he comes back he rams his boot into Maj’s face, thus stamping down on it on impact, he then signals for something…. JH: Shotgun! And he’s got something in mind now! CL: Break someone’s spine!!! CM: Would you calm down! CL: I need blood! JH: *punches Conse’s arm* There! CL: …You. Hit. Me! Prime picks up Maj, Maj looks completely out of it and grabs him by both arms, he then lifts and crosses his arms before DRIVING him into the canvas with a spinebuster/Powerbomb! The impact shaking the ring, Prime looks get to go for the cover, Grant comes from behind and hits Prime, he does over and over before doing it again but Prime catches Grant’s arm and locks in a full nelson, but Grant runs for the ropes using his last bit of energy to ducks as Prime flies out the ring, Grant runs to Maj and makes the cover quickly… JH: What… CL: Genius!! CM: He isn’t gonna! He did! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE!![/align] ..Grant gets up smirking as a pissed off Prime climbs back in the ring Grant gets out, letting Richard raise his hand… MA: Your winner… GRANT RIIIIIIIICE!!!! …Grant makes his way to the backstage as Maj stirs, Prime looks absolutely irate as the cameras cuts to the commentary desk. |
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| Minister Wighty | Sep 21 2006, 06:54 AM Post #5 |
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CL: So next up is two masked freaks verse a former spot monkey and Bruce Lee’s southern love child. JH: Spot monkey? What is that, some kind of energy drink? CM: Gah, so conflicted right now, on the one hand, Kitten’s become kind of cool, on the other hand my old hatred for…this team is raising up… JH: What? The Ordinar- CM: Ssssssh! Ssssssssssh! Don’t say that name! CL: Oh for fuck’s sake, it isn’t like it is the boogie man or some thing, The Ordinary. CM: Gah! *Twitches* JH: I think you broke him. CL: Good, maybe he’ll be god damn quiet for once. MA: Ladies and gentlemen we are now ready for the scheduled Main Event of this edition of ReVolt. It is set for a one hour time limit and your official for this contest is Tony Clarke! 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. Reaching the ring, she dives in under the bottom rope, sitting up on her knees and staring out at the crowd beyond the ropes for a moment before climbing to her feet. She moves to the furthest turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope and looking out of the crowd and then dropping back down to the canvas to await the start of the contest. JH: While she may have come up short last week for the Undisputed International Championship, I think Kennedy is ready to show these two who’s boss. CM: Tony Danza? CL: Yup, sure she will if she doesn’t go all emo again and starts cutting herself in the ring, though I wouldn’t mind the blood shed. CM: Hopefully Ken remembers to go straight down and not across as across isn’t as affective. JH: You two are horrible. CL: Shut it, Bitchen, this is manly talk about blood and chicks, not your sensitive reading corner. "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd as she moves to her corner. CM: Why oh why did she lose the chaps just when I finally get to see her on a weekly basis, why?! JH: Down boy. CL: Much like her emotastic buddy, she has a lot to prove in this match after last week, even if that bloody mess Onikage made was fucking sweet. JH: Indeed, Kailey Lane is another looking to take a bite out of the preverbal hid of the opposing team. CM: Jeez, that’s some kinky shit, Bitchen. CL: If you think that’s kinky, you’d be amazed at what some of the women in Texas will offer to do for backstage passes to a wrestling event. A soft yet haunting 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. CL: Boy meets girl, boy stalks girl and girl considers getting a restraining order, boy hammers his former student’s face in to resemble uncooked hamburger, yeah, classic fucking love story. CM: Well, at least he seems to be trying to create some kind of co-existence with his tag partner. JH: Though Xtreme Kitten putting a smoke machine in Onikage’s locker room doesn’t exactly scream the message that Kitten feels the same. CM: Didn’t you hear? JH: Hear what? CL: Apparently some moronic staff member put the name tags on the wrong doors, he put Onikage’s name tag on Lazaro’s security office and put Lazaro’s on Onikage’s. Right around this point, I’d hate to be that feline fuck. 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. [align=center]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[/align] 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. [align=center]As of now I am a tool Of severe impact[/align] 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. [align=center]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[/align] 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: And here is sadly folks our reigning Undisputed International Champion. CL: Why sadly? Yeah, I’m not the biggest fan of ole Garfield but he’s been at least a fighting champion. Ten times he’s successfully defended his championship, the tenth being red over there in the ring with him. No one else can say that about their title reign to my knowledge. CM: Uh, Swytch kind of defended the Dual Crown ten times. CL: That doesn’t count, he bailed and is no longer here. JH: It is a frightening thought, Xtreme Kitten being the one to defeat Swytch’s and now his own record of most defenses during a title reign. CM: Why frightening? Kitten’s been awesome and on fire since he dumped the baggage known as a so called Savior he is teaming with tonight. Kennedy and Kailey talk amongst themselves in their corner, eyeing across the ring every few moments at the opposing team. Mean while Onikage walks over to his team’s corner, perhaps looking to discuss some sort of strategy or who goes first. Instead Xtreme Kitten just plugs his cat ears and acts as if he can’t hear his former fellow tag champion. Michael Anderson and Tony Clarke in the center of the ring look between the teams and then shrug lightly as Anderson brings the micro phone to his mouth. MA: Now introducing the team in the blue corner, they weigh in at a combined weight of two hundred and seventy two pounds, one hails from Los Angeles, California and the other hails from Nashville, Tennessee…THEY! ARE! KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEY LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNE~!!! AND~! KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDYYYYY~!!! FIW’s two lovely ladies wave and smile to the crowd, the Canadian crowd starting a rather loud “Ka-i-lee” chant and a smaller part of the crowd starting a fainter “Ken-e-dee” chant. Michael clears his throat over the micro phone, looking some what testy at the Canadian crowd as they hush up. MA: And introducing the opposing team in the red corner, they weigh in at a combined weight of five hundred and five pounds, one hails from Parts Unknown and the other hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and one half is the longest reigning and with the most successful defenses FIW Undisputed International Champion…THEY! ARE! OOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! AND~! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRRREMMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNN~!!! And…combined they are…THE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA- Kitten snatches the micro phone from Anderson’s hand, pointing at him threateningly over almost saying that word. Quickly Anderson bails out of the ring as Onikage does a few stretches and shakes his head as XK stomps on the micro phone for good measure. Though suddenly from a small part of the crowd, breaking through the chants of the two gals across the ring is a chant of “Or-da-na-ree”. Which gets a chuckle out of the Straight Edge Savior and applause from Lucy though XK looks like he is about ready to snap. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Swiftly Kailey and Onikage exit the ring as Xtreme Kitten is now jumping up and down, waving his arms around angrily at the fans who continue to chant the name of the team he was once apart of, Kennedy tilts her head to the side as she still stands in her team’s corner, not quite sure what to make of her opponent’s temper tantrum in the center of the ring and during a match at that. But she shrugs it off and strides towards the center of the ring, grabbing a hold of XK’s shoulder and whipping him around, turning him around only to get a knee to the face, sending Kennedy flat on her back on the canvas as suddenly Xtreme Kitten stops throwing his tantrum and grins, pointing at his head and mouthing the words “Brains people, brains” as the fans jeer over this trick. Kitten arrogantly strolls around the fallen frame of Kennedy, stopping when he is standing over her head and places the heel of his boot against the eye of the Diva, roughly twisting his body and foot as Kennedy screams out, kicking her feet as she claws at XK’s boot to get to her eye he just tried to twist out of the socket, casually he lifts his foot and Swytch’s former student rolls quickly away from her opponent’s massive frame. She rolls up to her knees as she clutches at her eye, trying to see if any thing is wrong with it as she leans against the middle rope, not the wisest move as XK marches over and stands over her semi-sitting body and grabs the middle rope, pulling it upward as he presses Kennedy’s throat against it, choking her as Tony gets right on this illegal move, but before Clarke can even reach three Kitten is shoved off of Kennedy by his own partner on the apron! CM: What the hell is wrong with that freak? Kitten was doing a perfectly good job of taking care of Kennedy and then he stops it. JH: Guess it is a bit of that honor Onikage is always mentioning showing itself. CL: Honor is for pussies and Samurais, neither of which I see in that ring, oh wait, no, I do see a pussy, he is about six two and wears the fucking ugliest mask ever created. CM: Ha, ha, good one! High five! CL: Um…no… JH: In either case, this isn’t exactly good for team moral. FIW’s UIC gets right in Onikage’s face as they only have the ropes dividing them, the two yelling at each other as they argue over the choke, allowing Kennedy ample time to get back up to her feet, still clutching at her throat and her one eye closed tightly, she charges full steam at XK and leaps into the air, wrapping her legs around his neck from behind and using her momentum to flip the bigger wrestler. Onikage returns his team’s corner by Clarke’s orders as Kennedy spikes XK right on his head with a reverse hurricanrana to a massive cheer from the fans who certainly don’t seem to like Kitten, she pushes herself up to her feet as Xtreme Kitten clutches at his skull, slowly getting up to his feet and being met with a roundhouse kick to the skull, the JFK sending him back down to the mat with a limp thud. She then proceeds to do what many men wish she’d do to them more than likely, she mounts XK, but rather than this turning into a XXX rated programming Kennedy starts hammering the champ with closed fists to the skull, further jarring him as he tries to get his arms up and block the punches, Lucy on the outside screeching at the referee to check and break that up due to XK’s face and the damage it may cause it. But it isn’t the referee that breaks it up; rather a low running yakuza kick to the side of her skull by Onikage sends the lovely redhead off of his tag team partner, Tony yells and pushes the masked oddity back to his corner as both wrestlers lay against the canvas, each one right about now seeing stars as XK shakes his head, trying to get the cobwebs out of it, Kennedy clutching at hers’ as a look of anger starts to overtake the feminine features of her face. CL: Okay, so the fucker’ll break up a choke, but him kicking a girl off of his partner when he isn’t the legal man, hey, that’s A-okay. JH: I don’t get it either but apparently it’s logical in Onikage’s head. CM: Course, only some one like Onikage could see that as logical. CL: Well, I think his partner could probably see the logic in it too, as he seems about as nuts as Onikage. CM: Hey, don’t run Kitten’s goo…erm…decent name through the mud. JH: In either case, it would appear that both Kennedy and Kitten are getting to their feet! And Jonathon is correct; both start staggering up to their feet and as soon as she notices Kitten are up to his, Kennedy rushes at him and throws out a knee, only for the Mauy Thai expert to catch her leg and pulls her in close with a smirk and drives his elbow right into her chest, the female star grabs at her sore and stinging chest as XK applies a front chancery on her lowered head. He drives the point of his knee into her mid-section, making her gasp for air that she currently can’t get as he drives it forward once more, this time connecting with her lower chest, further knocking the wind out of the Diva, and starts picking up the pace with his knee strikes, piercing Kennedy’s muscles and forcing any air out of her system, making it quite the uncomfortable experience. Though just when all hope seems lost for the redhead, her body going limper with every second that passes as XK continues to drive his knees into her, a rescue comes in the form of Kailey storming from her corner to the center of the ring, scaling up Kennedy and delivering a vicious shining wizard to the standing champ, sending him stumbling back as he releases Kennedy and the two girls fall in a heap on the mat. Clarke once again orders the illegal team member out of the ring and as quickly as she can Kailey scrambles out, leaving Kennedy and XK alone in the ring together again, XK shakes off the affects of the shining wizard the best he can as he stands slumped against the top rope, however unlike her foe, Kennedy is regaining her barring quite well and quickly as she gets up to her feet, she walks right over to XK and throws a forearm, clubbing him upside the head and starts repeated forearm shots. JH: For a moment it looked like Xtreme Kitten was gaining back the momentum for his time but as quickly as it seemed so, Kailey helped ensure it’s progress was stopped. CM: Oh, right, bash Onikage’s interference but praise Kailey’s, like that makes any sense. CL: Hey, we actually kind of like Kailey, and besides, you were bashing him too. CM: Good point, and Kailey is obviously easier on the eyes. JH: I feel like this conversation is setting women’s rights back about fifty years. CL: Then be quiet, no one asked your bias opinion, fucking mama’s boy. Kennedy rears back and looks to cap Kitten off with one last big forearm shot, however it never happens as XK chops her right across the chest with a back hand chop, sending her staggering backwards, he unloads another and she takes a few more steps back, and another he delivers and a few more steps she takes back, Lucy the entire time rooting on her man as he sends Kennedy back pedaling with each chop he gives her. Suddenly a smack of a non-chop origin is heard and XK looks over his shoulder to see Onikage had tagged himself in, he enters the ring and shoves Kitten out of the way, quickly and in rapid fire unloading just as many back hand chops on Kennedy as XK had in those few minutes plus one extra loud and nasty one, XK instantly shoves Onikage out of the way. Despite the referee’s pleads to leave the ring Xtreme Kitten unloads even quicker rapid fire back hand chops on Kennedy’s chest which is now turning cherry red, he does about double the amount Onikage did, the Straight Edge Savior shoves XK once more out of the way and connects with about triple XK’s amount of chops at an even quicker pace than before, and gets a shove by XK for his troubles. But this time Onikage shoves the champion right back, and the two of them start getting into a shoving match with each other, even going to such a degree as when Tony tries to get near them to tell Kitten to leave the ring they both shove the senior official, Kennedy gasps and groans as she clutches and rubs her very sore chest, not even noticing the fight going on in front of her as Lucy tries to from ringside yell at the two to settle down as they continue to grow more aggressive with their shoves. CM: Jeez, I’m not sure if these two got the memo or not but they aren’t competing with each other tonight. JH: It certainly seems this has become a bit of a battle of supremacy for the two former members of perhaps the greatest tag team FIW has ever seen. CL: Come on you fluffy bastard! Stop with the shoving and beat that idiot’s head in! JH: While these two are battling it out, it is leaving Kennedy with plenty of time to heal up, which in their cause of wanting to win this isn’t helping matters. CM: You’d never have thought just by watching this these two use to be like brothers. CL: Hey, I’ve seen brothers act like this before to each other, so it isn’t that big of a shock. Lucy hops up onto the apron, waving her chain threateningly at the two of them as she commands the two stop fighting though it has no results as Tony looks ready to throw out the match over this utter chaos, though Kennedy marches over to the former Ordinary and shoves both men, they turn their attention to her and Onikage swings his hand out for a side hand chop to the neck and XK swings for a elbow strike. Showing quite a bit of grace, the redheaded bombshell ducks under both attacks and pops back up looking for two punches to both their masked faces, but Lucy sees it coming and orders them to duck, which they of course both do, avoiding the punches and pop back up, XK and Onikage laughing in Kennedy’s face until she pokes them both in the eyes. Causing the masked freaks stumbling and staggering about as they hold their hands over their eyes, with their free hand they feel around, trying to feel where Kennedy is to perhaps return the favor, she quietly side steps, allowing both men’s hands to fall on each other’s bodies, they both swing and clock each other upside the head, Onikage’s punch sending Kitten flying over the top rope as he staggers about from XK’s. He drops down to one knee as he rubs his eyes, trying to get them to work properly again for him as Kennedy shrugs her shoulders and runs right at him, scaling up his knee and clobbering him on the side of his head with the Shot Heard Round the World, sending him down against the canvas in a heap as Kennedy rolls over on top of him, reaching out and grabbing his near leg to hook it as Tony drops down for the count. CL: Yes! She just blasted the bastard upside the fucking head! JH: The Shot Heard ‘Round the World on Onikage and the cover! CM: Mmmhmmmm…I wouldn’t mind Kennedy on top of me. [align=center]1![/align] CM: Guess the former Ordinary’s infighting and punches to each other might’ve just cost them the win. CL: While I’ve got nothing against Kitten, thank Tier for this. JH: It certainly would say some thing if Kennedy took out the Ordinary nearly single handedly. [align=center]2![/align] JH: Not to mention I’d imagine it would be a bitter pill for both men to swallow. CL: Yeah, be some thing if the so called side attraction defeated Onikage. CM: Or hey, I wouldn’t even mind how Kennedy lands on you after the shining wizard, crotch first. [align=center]THRE-NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES![/align] CL: Fuck! I’m not sure what annoys me more! Chip’s sick perverse shit or the fact that Lucy just put Onikage’s foot on the ropes! CM: It’s not all perverse, just it is hard to not think about it when we have FIW’s two hottest women at that ringside area, oh, and Lucy. JH: Better not let Xtreme Kitten hear you say that and damn it! Kennedy was robbed of the victory! She sits up in partly disbelief and partly in anger as she points out what Lucy did, though Tony shakes his head as Lucy shuffles away from the three as she whistles innocently, getting a glare from the Lady of the Year three times reigning, she gets back up to her feet and walks over Onikage and right over to the turnbuckle, carefully she climbs up the buckles until she is up top, but it certainly isn’t a good place to be at the current time. As Xtreme Kitten hops back up on the apron, his head still a bit shaky from the punch as he holds his jaw, he bickers at Kennedy by the looks of it to not use his turnbuckle to do her high flying moves off of and shoves her a bit, the redhead almost falls off of the turnbuckle and hisses at XK, kicking at him to back off, though XK just wiggles his fingers at Kennedy to mock how scared he is by her kick. The two spend so much time at wits with each other that Onikage starts to stir, and he starts to get up to his feet, but he scrambles over to the turnbuckle before he is even fully standing and knocks a foot right out from under Kennedy, sending her crotch first onto the top buckle, still slightly dazed he climbs up the turnbuckle after her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and with one mighty heave he tosses her right over his head with a German Superplex! Ironically just as he does so XK tags himself in just in time to witness Kennedy land spiked on the neck first against the canvas, her body folding and actually flipping her post-the landing as Onikage hops off of the turnbuckle, not noticing the blind tag by his team mate, he walks over to Kennedy and scoops up her lifeless form, bringing her to her feet and takes a step back just as XK sling shots over the top rope, Onikage leaps into the air and connects with a knee strike to the left side of Kennedy’s skull just as XK connects with his Kao Loi knee strike to the right side of Kennedy’s skull! JH: Dear lord! After almost crippling Kennedy with that German Superplex, the team formerly known as the Ordinary just connects with a double knee strike to both sides of the head! CL: Since they squashed her head like that, I hope some brain fluids come out of her nose or mouth, that’d be sweet. CM: Like New Jack? CL: Hells yeah. JH: WHERE THE FUCKING POOL AT?! CM: …That’s so not cool Bitchen, being all racist like that to black people, not all of them like pool parties, ya know. Clarke orders Onikage to leave and graciously he obeys, exiting the ring and going back out onto the apron as Xtreme Kitten pushes himself up to his feet, looking down at the limp body of Kennedy Sommers, he teasingly delivers a few stiff soccer like kicks to her skull, further hurting her head as she tries to crawl away from him, though she looks completely out of it, like she might have a concussion after that high risk move and the double team. As if the kicks weren’t bad enough, XK grabs her by the back of her tank top and drags her towards her team’s corner, stopping when they are a few feet away from Kailey Lane, who is glaring at the feline and screaming for Kennedy to tag, he squats over Kennedy’s limp body and holds her up by her hair, grabbing a hold of her wrist with his free hand, in a mockery of her voice XK pleads to Kailey. Which of course only serves to further enrage Kennedy’s best friend as Kitten continues with a smug grin parody Kennedy’s voice as he waves her hand around, getting it close but never close enough for Kailey to tag the lifeless hand, and the mockery of Kennedy only gets worse as he starts smacking her with her limp hand, screaming in his parody of Kennedy’s voice as to not understanding why she is hitting herself while Lucy laughs and applauds from the outside. Just when Kailey looks like she is on the verge of snapping and entering the ring Kennedy rears back her once limp hand, elbowing Xtreme Kitten right in the groin and making him screech out a high note that even Justin Timberlake would be envious over before she leaps forward, finally tagging in Kailey Lane who more than gladly enters the ring and greets Xtreme Kitten with a lariat, almost taking his head off with it as the fans explode into cheers for Lane. CM: Kennedy that is so not cool to do to a guy! JH: Yes, well it isn’t a cool thing to mock a girl’s best friend and make a mockery out of her as well. CL: Well, if this wrestling thing fails, Kitten can always make a career now as apart of a boy band. JH: I don’t think he’s any where handsome enough to be in a boy band. CM: I don’t know, he has some sex appeal to him it seems. CL: No fucking way, I have more sex appeal in my right nut than that cat mask wearing stand in for Donkey Kong. FIW’s southern belle starts hammering away with rights and lefts on Xtreme Kitten once he gets back up to his feet, not letting him even gain an inch in this brawl, sending him stumbling and staggering about as he tries to get her to calm down, though her downfall is when she gets him near the ropes, allowing Lucy to sweep in her chain, tripping Kailey up as Tony gets on Lucy’s case. While XK nearly takes the misstep Kailey’s head off with a short arm roundhouse kick to the face, otherwise known as his Hello Kitty Roundhouse, as soon as she hits the canvas he lifts up his leg, arching his knee so his leg is bent and drives it down against her face in a Garbage Stomp or otherwise known as Garvin Stomp manner, though Lane rolls away from XK, trying to regain her breath. She kips up to her feet without fail and calls for the catty one to come at her, bringing Xtreme Kitten to barrel straight towards her, throwing up his knee to connect with a knee strike, however Kailey throws up a knee of her own, meeting him head on, and despite his momentum sending her skidding back a few inches, they turn out even with their knees, neither giving in an inch before they push themselves off of each other. Kitten chucks a elbow strike at her though the faster of the two ducks it and swings forward with a uppercut that XK avoids by back flipping, sticking his tongue out at her when he lands on his feet again, but he quickly starts heading for higher ground as she continues to rush forward at him, swinging out a roundhouse kick of her own that XK narrowly ducks under and lunges at her with a elbow strike that she side steps and locks his head in a front chancery, dropping him down with a DDT! CL: And she spikes him right on the head with a DDT! JH: As much as I’d hate to admit, Xtreme Kitten is doing fairly well at holding his own against Kailey Lane. CM: Yup, thus why he is the greatest and most dominant champion FIW has ever seen. JH: Aside from Swytch. CM: Yes…yes…aside from Swytch… CL: I think Kailey and Kennedy have this thing in the bag at this fucking rate, those two other fuck wits can’t seem to get their act together. Lucy slams her hands against the apron, commanding Kitten get back up to his feet though he seems too out of it to obey his mate’s current order while Kailey rolls back up to one knee beside her much larger foe, she gets to her feet but stays crouched over as she intertwines her feet with XK’s knees and the start of his lower legs, slapping him across the sides as she stands on top of him. Instinctively he reaches out to grab his sore sides and Lane snatches hold of his wrists, slowly starting to swing them and teeter on his legs as XK shakes his head repeatedly, trying to force his weight down against the canvas and stop it, but sadly for the feline with only one life, she flips them, dropping down on her butt as Kitten rests on the lower half of his legs and knees. She drives her knee into the spine of XK as she let’s go of his arms and locks in a reverse chinlock, pulling back on Kitten and bending his back in ways it probably shouldn’t against her knee, the UIC hisses and screeches out much like a cat in pain as he tries to claw at Kailey’s face, she rears back so far on the reverse chinlock she adapts the hold into a reverse front chancery as XK is nearly disgusting bent completely in half against her knee. Tony circles around Kailey’s attempt at the Back Stabber as Lucy and Onikage try to encourage Kitten not to tap, while on the other hand Kennedy and nearly every single fan in the arena are chanting together that one word that XK probably despises right about now, Tap, and not the old soda from the eighties either as that’s Tab, Kailey keeps wrenching back on the hold, every few moments bending Kitten even more inhumanly. JH: Kailey Lane has the Back Stabber locked in perfectly, there is no way Kitten is escaping. CL: She’s one ruthless bitch, I’ll give her that, Kitten is resembling more of a pretzel than a wrestler at this point. CM: Luckily feline’s bodies are incredibly flexible otherwise I don’t think Xtreme Kitten would be surviving this degree of stretching. CL: Normally I’d be against the cat tapping out at this point, but, Onikage’s on his team, so go on Kitten, tap the hell out. JH: So far it has been Kennedy and Kailey who have been in the near fall situations. Neither Xtreme Kitten nor Onikage have gotten a situation set where it looked like they might win this. CM: Come on Kitten, show that chick how it’s done! Well, not stretching and submissions because you suck at those generally, but show her the bottom of your boot! Kailey keeps the hold locked in as she keeps asking the referee to check XK, but Kitten keeps shaking his head no in between his hisses and screeches, while Clarke is busy asking him and checking on him Xtreme Kitten throws his hand upward, digging the point of his finger nail right into Lane’s eye, instantly she yelps out as she grabs her eye as she let’s go of XK. Tony looks around to try and figure out what happen though is getting two different stories, XK and Lucy say he punched Kailey, but Kennedy and Onikage say what happened, he gouged her in the eye, the Undisputed International Champion shrugs it off and quickly rolls towards his corner, tagging Onikage back in, and the fans start to steadily cheer more as Kailey gets to their feet. Onikage and her stare each other down from across the ring and start circling the ring from one another, Xtreme Kitten in between catching his breath mockingly yawns at their circling while Kennedy roots on her best friend, suddenly the masked oddity turns right around and tags XK back in to a chorus of jeers and a frustrated look from Kailey as XK stumbles back into the ring. Despite the tease the fans are back fully on Kailey’s side as Xtreme Kitten and her square off, Lane forces the bigger wrestler into a collar and elbow lock up though XK seems a bit uncomfortable in it, she tries to gain the advantage but Kitten impressively keeps the two of them locked at a stand still, he swings a knee upward and connects with a knee strike to the mid-section, he lifts Kailey up in the air and jumps up, hitting the Kitten’s Meow Jump Piledriver! CM: KIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNN’S MMMMMMMMEEEEEEEOOOOOW~! JH: Some team mate Onikage is, he forces Kitten to continue fighting though he looks like he could use some rest. CL: Well, the shit head doesn’t seem to care about him and doesn’t mind as long as he gets to play mind games with Kailey. JH: Mind games that have appeared to work as she’s been thrown off her game. CM: But it’s all good since now Xtreme Kitten’s in control. CL: I don’t think FIW’s seen an odder tag team match ever in it’s history. The Master of Xtreme Fur balls pushes Kailey’s limp body off of him and proceeds to get to his feet, he nuzzles his head with his forearm and licks it a few times before he drives his elbow right into the throat of the southern lady with an elbow drop, roughly rubbing his forearm against her face as he lays beside her on the mat, she kicks her feet as she tries to push his arm off of her face as the referee starts his count. Once he reaches four XK stops and holds up his hands innocently, as if to further prove his innocence he licks Kailey’s cheek while Lucy yells at him not to do that, Tony just looks at XK like he is some kind of freak, which he is, Kitten rolls up to his feet and bends over, picking Kailey up and bringing her to her feet as well. Though in exchange for such a nice service he receives a forearm strike to the mid-section, sending him stumbling back, she lunges at him, driving her skull right into his mid-section with a leaping head butt, she springs up to her feet and in mid-air swings upward an upper cut, knocking possibly a few teeth or a fang loose from XK’s mouth, and sending him staggering back further as she starts hammering on him, he tries to put up his arms to shield from her shots though. Finally growing frustrated with this Kitten grabs a hold of her and whips her towards the opposite side of the ring, but Xtreme Kitten is met with a hand smacking his back once more as Onikage tags himself in and enters the ring quickly, Kitten doesn’t take too well to this and shoves the masked oddity, and he shoves the feline freak right back as Tony Clarke tries to stop this potential spat like their earlier one. CL: Oh for Cthulu’s sake! Can’t these two bastards ever get along?! JH: It wouldn’t seem so, though this is extremely unprofessional on both their accounts. CM: Both? No, no, there is only one unprofessional person between the two of them, and that’s Onikage. CL: Yeah, I agree, after all it is his fault that Kitten had to stay in the ring when he wanted to rest up. CM: Really, talk about selfis- JH: Wait! What is Lucy doing?! While Tony, Kennedy and the former Ordinary members are distracted with said team’s shoving match, no one seemingly notices Lucy racing around ringside and meeting Kailey as she reaches the ropes, and smacks stiffly the steel chain right across Lane’s back like some kind of whip, Kailey screams out in pain as she grits her teeth and slowly moves forward. Kennedy turns around and notices Lucy quickly moving away from where Kailey is but before she can register what occurred to her friend Onikage and XK notice the hurting Kailey coming at them, they both instinctively kick her on the mid-section, causing her to double over, and they both throw one of the southern belle’s arms over the back of their necks. They lift her up into the air and hold her up their for a moment as both with their free hands hook one of her legs each, quite a few fans cheer upon realizing what the two are doing due to the nice memories it brings about, at the same exact time they drop back, driving her head first into the canvas with a double fisherman’s brainbuster otherwise known as the Ordinary Buster! Neither notices the other one roll up onto her for the cover as Tony Clarke drops down to start the count while Onikage hooks Kailey’s legs and Xtreme Kitten pins her arms down for the pin fall. JH: Lucy just used an illegal item! She just got involved again god damn! CM: Ordinary Buster! They hit the Ordinary Buster! CL: For not using it in over a year, they certainly did their old finishing move rather well. [align=center]1![/align] CM: Kennedy doesn’t even seem to know what is going on it happened all too fast. JH: This is high way robbery! CL: Well, to be fair, I don’t think either of them noticed Lucy aid them either. [align=center]2![/align] CL: Buddha damn it, while I don’t mind Kitten winning, Onikage winning too makes my stomach turn. JH: This is a damn shame is what this is! CM: Guess it shows, even as enemies, these two still hold one of the better forms of team work. [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] CM: Yes!!! CL: Un-fucking-believable. JH: Damn it, damn it, damn it! Kennedy races into the ring but is too late to break up the pin fall as Tony calls for the bell and Michael Anderson stands up at ringside. Onikage and Kitten both roll over to see that the other one is also covering Kailey, once again the two start arguing with one another. Both slide out of the ring as Kennedy crawls over and helps Kailey up to a sitting position as Lucy tries to shuffle the two up to the entrance way. MA: Here are your winners via pin fall…XTREME KITTEN~! ONIKAGE~! THE OOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRDIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRY~!!! Both suddenly stop fighting and look back past the ring at Anderson, Onikage looking moderately annoyed where as Kitten looks like he is about ready to puke. Lucy hands the Undisputed International Championship over to Xtreme Kitten as she continues to try and shuffle both men to the back before they get wind of what happened. But before he can take the championship Onikage grabs a hold of it too, bringing XK’s eye contact back to Onikage’s eye contact. Ordinary’s former team mates glare at one another as they both hold onto the championship as Kennedy and Kailey glare at both men from in the ring. JH: Now that the tag match is over, Onikage is sending a message to his former friend to watch his back! CM: But I think both need to be worried about what Kennedy and Kailey might have in store for them at Hellraise! CL: Fuck yes, next stop folks, Michigan, for Jonathon Hitchen and Chip Martin, I’m Constance Loire, Hellraise is looming just in front of all of us and you wouldn’t FUCKING dare miss it! [align=center] ![]() Copyright 2006, FIW and Sporkco. Studios[/align] |
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