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Pre-PPV ReVolt; September 27th, 2006
Topic Started: Sep 28 2006, 03:48 AM (244 Views)
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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!!!
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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 Silverdome in Detroit, Michigan! I'm Jonathan Hitchen...

Chip Martin: I'm Chip Martin!

Constance Loire: And I'm Constance Loire! And this! ... is ReVolt!

The first beats of “real Emotion” drum through the arena, sparking pink and baby blue lights in with the beat as the ReVoltron lights up with images of everyone’s favorite fan girl Jaime Lee.

[align=center]What Can I Do For You?
What Can I Do For You?
What Can I Do For You?
I Can’t Hear You!
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Jaime skips through the curtain dropping her head back and throwing her arms out to her sides as she accepts the reaction from the crowd with nothing but elation on her face. Grinning from ear to ear, Jaime makes her way down the stairs and skips towards the ring, stopping only to excitedly thank a random fan for a sign or cheer to support her.

MA: Following contest is schedule for one fall! Making her debut tonight from Aurora, Ohio… she is JAAAAAYYYY-MMMEEEE LLLLLEEEEE!!!!

Jaime ducks in under the bottom rope, sitting up on her knees and raising an arm up to happily acknowledge her fans. With the use of the ropes, Jaime pulls herself up to her feet and skips carefree around the ring, grinning and waving to the fans on every which side.

JH: Jaime Lee making her debut here tonight in FIW, or at least in-ring debut. We caught our first glimpse of her last week in Dragon’s match against Kenny Freemonte. Take a look at it.

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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.


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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.


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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!


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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…


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TWO!!


THREE!!!


DINGDINGDING!!!
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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: I think it was no secret to anyone that Kenny knows exactly who this woman is and he his reaction to her was quite surprising.

CM: Probably stuck it in her and now she won’t stop calling.

JH: That’s awfully crude. And an act far below someone like Kenny.

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. As The Dragon makes his way to the ring he pauses in front 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.

JH: Um, our ring announcer Michael Anderson must be confused. He left the ring following Jaime’s introduction and hasn’t introduced her opponent yet.

CL: Yeah well he’s gonna get his ass kicked anyways, why waste breath on him?

CM: I wish Jaime would kiss my ass. I bet she’s freaky as hell in bed.

CL: I said kick, you forty year old virgin.

The bell sounds and both opponents move towards the center of the ring. Dragon points an accusatory finger towards Jaime, saying something that we can’t pick up. Whatever it is, it actually manages to break the cheery demeanor of Jaime. Her mouth gapes open with offense, and looks towards J.J. as if he were able to do something. J.J. points at Dragon now, telling him something that we don’t get to hear.

JH: It would seem Dragon isn’t too happy with the way Jaime distracted him last week in his match with Kenny.

CL: That’s only speculation. Of course, if he had actually managed to show his face prior to the match, we’d know exactly what he’s thinking. But no one days. Because he only shows up to lose matches.

CM: Don’t worry. J.J. to the rescue. He’s probably gonna try to bone Jaime next. The little fucking pervert!

JH: You are a very jealous person. And it doesn’t look good on you.

Dragon shoves J.J. aside and rushes full force at the offended Jaime… but just runs into a straight right hand from Jaime! Dragon stumbles backwards and spins around RIGHT INTO A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK TO THE CHEST FROM THE REFEREE!!!

CM: What the fuck was that?! Disqualification!

JH: J.J. obviously took exception to the Dragon pushing him aside so he responded with something a tad bit more physical.

CL: Really makes your question the mental stability of Tier to hire this nut as a referee.

JH: Well, Tier’s mental stability is almost always in question. That’s never stopped him from doing what he wants.

While J.J. asks for the crowd’s approval of his spiffy aerial attack, the Dragon pulls himself back up to his feet with the use of the ropes and turns his angry scowl on the referee. Dragon advances on J.J. but Jaime catches him from behind with a knee into the back! She hooks Dragon up in a reverse chancery, grabbing his inside arm and linking her leg with his inside leg before SNAPPING HIM BACK INTO THE CANVAS WITH A REVERSE DDT!

JH: A Russian Leg Sweep DDT from Jaime! Unless I got the wrong information, she calls that Into The Rush.

CM: I know plenty of things I’d like to get into.

CL: Like a woman’s bedroom for once in your life? Don’t hold your breath, especially with those eyebrows. But I think you might have a chance with the guy in the third row.

Jaime goes into the cover, hooking Dragon’s leg. J.J. quickly drops to the canvas, stopping to check that Dragon’s shoulders are indeed pinned to the canvas before starting the count.


ONE!


TWO!!


KICK OUT BY DRAGON!!!


Jaime doesn’t even the question the count, rather climbs back to her feet and stomps down on him a couple of times. She takes a step back and then performs a cartwheel over Dragon, landing and elbow across his chest! She quickly jumps back to her feet, raising an arm to ask the crowd if they liked it. They did. Good for her.

JH: Jaime should really focus more on putting Dragon away than getting the crowd’s approval. Although that was a very athletic elbow drop.

CL: Do you really think she needs to focus on putting away Dragon? I don’t think it’s going to take much work.

CM: I have to agree with the Big C here.

CL: Don’t call me that. Actually, just don’t talk to me again.

Jaime pulls Dragon up to his feet but gets a shoulder driven into her stomach! Dragon actually lifts Jaime off the ground and runs her back first into the turnbuckle with his shoulder! He draws back and rams his shoulder into her midsection once more! J.J. immediately gets on Dragon, telling him to take it out of the corner. He surprisingly abides by J.J.’s command and takes Jaime by the wrist, whipping her across the ring into the opposite corner. No! Jaime reverse the whip, sending Dragon into the corner.

JH: Dragon was a small reprise there but Jaime managed to take control back into her favor.

CM: She only counted an Irish Whip. Granted, it was a sexy Irish Whip by her but that doesn’t give her control yet.

Jaime follows in after Dragon, chart wheeling and backflipping into a back elbow right on Dragon in the corner. Again, Jaime raises an arm for the crowd’s approval, which she once again gets. More good for her. Dragon stumbles out of the corner, holding his chest. Jaime grabs his arm and applies an arm wringer before backing her way up to the top turnbuckle.

CM: Ooh, this looks like it might get FUN!

CL: Which means it’s going to get terribly unrealistic. Much like Chip’s sex stories.

CM: Do you really think it’ll get that unrealistic? Err, I mean… HEY!

Jaime walks along the rope, still holding onto Dragon’s arms. She leaps onto his shoulders, releasing his arm before whipping her body around and DRIVING HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A HURRACANRANA!!

JH: That’s So Jaime!

CM: What the fuck? You gotta stop watching Disney Channel.

JH: No! That’s the name of that move. That’s So Jaime!

CL: But she’s only done it once. So it is really so Jaime? You’d think she’d have to do a few times before getting such a reputation for the move.

JH: You know, there’s such a thing as being TOO realistic.

Jaime bounds to her feet, jumping up and down excitedly over nailing her hurracanrana signature. J.J. actually joins her in the celebration, pumping his fists into the air happily. Does anyone like this Dragon guy? Jaime turns her attention back on Dragon as he lays on the canvas, cradling his head. Jaime runs towards him and leaps into the air, performing a backflip in midair!

JH: A STANDING STAR PRESS BY JAIME! Now THAT is impressive!

CM: She calls that Stardust. Ha! I knew something!

CL: Hmmmmmmmmm… I’ll accept that move for the time being.

Jaime hooks Dragon’s leg, grinning from ear to ear at the successful landing she achieved. J.J. is much quicker into the count this time. Look, he’s learning through experience! Isn’t he the cutest?


ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!!



DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!


JH: Jaime gets the victory! In her debut match!

CL: Was it any surprise when you saw her opponent?

CM: That’s a trick question, no one’s seen the Dragon. HA! Get it? Get it?!

MA: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….. JJJJJAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYMMMMEEE LLLLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Jaime jumps to her feet, bouncing up and down happily in the ring. J.J. tries to raise her arm victoriously and finally manages to do so and finds himself forced to jump up and down with her. Jaime throws her arms around J.J.’s neck, ecstatic over her first victory in FIW. She rushes to the nearest turnbuckle and celebrates happily with her fans.

JH: I’m happy for Jaime. A great debut victory, no matter who it was over.

CL: I’m happy for Jaime too. Because I would’ve cried if someone like the Dragon beat the champion from Cutting’s fed.

Jaime drops back down to the canvas, her eyes falling on the defeated Dragon. She calls for Michael Anderson’s microphone, which he rushes to her. Jaime makes her way over to Dragon, standing over him with the microphone in her hand. She lowers down to his level and pulls his head up off the canvas.

Jaime: Don’t EVER touch Kenny AGAIN!

Jaime drops his head back to the mat and then the microphone follows. She raises her head back up to the crowd, her wide grin returning just as quickly as it managed to fade before. J.J. watches in a mixture of confused and fear as Jaime prances out of the ring and up the walkway, celebrating even more with the fans.

JH: Oh… um… uh… *clears throat*

CM: PSY-CHO! She’s a psycho! Did you just see that?! She’s a psycho!

JH: Well… I mean… um… Conse?

CL: That was kind of sexy. Why’d Kenny ignore her again?

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We fade into a pub scene, which is in our usual Scottish setting of the Traveller's Rest public house in Stranraer. Focused on in shot is the muscular arm of 'The Highland Warrior' Willie McPhee as he is pointing to a small coin on the edge of a pool table. Around him people are stood with pool cue's in their hands. McPhee has a stern glare across his face as he stands in defiance. His best mate Johnny has an arm around Willie's shoulders as he attempts to calm him down.

Willie: Thes coin haur as bin haur since...since...yesterday! It’s uir feckin' turn tae play noo! Ye lads hink yoo're somethin' clever stealin' mah pool time weel yoo're nae!

Johnny: All right mate, it's not worth it.

Willie: It IS worth it!

Johnny: You're pissed aren't you?

Willie: Shut it! Reit lads, aam gonnae gie ye fife seconds an' 'en aam gonnae knock ye aw it.

Willie points around and the five or six lads stood around the pool table all begin to tense up. Willie takes his denim jacket off and hands it to Johnny, well 'hands it to' isn't the correct term. Willie rams his jacket into Johnny's chest and squares up to the 'leader' of the group. Despite his winded state, John still manages to get in a comment.

Johnny: Can you actually count to five?

Willie: Shut it!

Will pushes Johnny back, perhaps saving his friend from the violence that is sure to follow.

Willie: One...tae...three...foor...lest chance...FIFE!

McPhee grabs the first guy and SLAMS HIS HEAD STRAIGHT THROUGH HIM WITH A HEADBUTT! He slumps down to the floor lutching his head and Willie turns his attention to the next player.

Willie: Come on then boy! COME ON THEN!

This guy has a pool cue in hand but not for long as WILLIE BLOCKS AN ATTEMPTED SWING AND PLUCKS THE CUE FROM HIS HANDS! MCPHEE DRIVES THE CUE BACK INTO HIS FACE AND HE TOO GOES DOWN! Meanwhile at the bar...

Johnny: Two pints please Norma. Actually, make that three. He'll be thirsty after this.

Back in the action, Willie has full control of the cue and swings it around in one hand in a very intimidating manner. One of the lads runs at him, Willie goes to the body with a cue shot to the stomach to double him over and then RAMS THE CUE END DOWN INTO HIS SPINE! The final two lads look down at their fallen comrades and then decide that discretion is the better part of valour as they turn and run. Willie looks disappointed...until he turns around to find that his best mate is giving with both hands...but not in a gay way.

Johnny: These are for you.

Willie: Cheers mate.

Johnny looks around to see former pool players crawling out of the door and he picks up the cue Willie was battering people with.

Johnny: So you want to play pool then? Looks like the table's free.

Willie: Nah, ah didnae really want tae play anyhu.

Johnny shakes his head as they sit down at their usual table. In the blinking of an eye, one of Willie's pints has vanished. Will wipes his chops clean and then sets the empty glass down on the table with a clunk. He then beltches, which draws an impressed look from Johnny.

Willie: Gie us yer phone, ah need tae rin’ Kate.

Johnny: Where's yours?

Willie: Battery died. Gie it haur.

Johnny digs into his jeans and pulls his mobile (cellular) phone from his pocket. He hands it over the table to McPhee and suddenly it starts to ring.

Willie: Ooooooo, whit if that's ‘er. That'd be weird wooldnae it...

Johnny: Yes, yes it would.

Willie cancels the incoming call to a groan of displeasure from John, he then makes a call on it. After several moments of muttering and murmuring, he hangs up and passes the phone back to a confused Johnny.

Johnny: Well?

Willie stands up from the table, downing the remaining pint of lager as he does. Willie picks up his jacket and puts it back on, his gaze now fixated on the door of the pub.

Willie: Brace yerself Kate...

McPhee cradles his groin and Johnny looks away.

Willie: He's oan his way...oh, talk tae them will ye?

John shakes his head immediately in refusal.

Johnny: What? Me? Not a chance.

Willie: Aam aff tae bump uglies, somebody has tae! Go oan mate, I'll owe ye!

Johnny: All right then.

McPhee sprints off, showing that either his knee has largely recovered or the power of a promise is a strong one. An uncomfortable looking Johnny turns to the camera.

Johnny: Hello! I'm Johnny, mate of Will McPhee. Erm...I'm not really sure what to say...he's coming?

John looks down at his watch.

Johnny: Actually, give him 10 minutes for that. Well, 'The Highland Warrior' is a complex fellow as you've probably gathered by now so there isn't that much to say except maybe to repeat his own comment..."he's on his way!" Cheers!

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[align=center]Hardcore Elimination Four Way: The Short Results Version[/align]

1st Eliminated: Nightmare via submission by Maj Tahal
2nd Eliminated: Elrick via pin fall by Maj Tahal
3rd Eliminated: Maj Tahal via pin fall by Vinj

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CL: After a fairly crap show… let’s pray to satan we have a good match now!

JH: It’ll be a classic.

CM: Every match is a classic to you.

JH: Not every match actually.

CL: Doesn’t matter? Blood + cuts = happy Conse.

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: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the undisputed international championship! Hailing from San Diego, California, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds and standing at six feet six inches… PRRRRIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEEE!!!!

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.

JH: Muscular, strong, buffed…

CL: You describing me again?

CM: You wish!

CL: No what I wish is that you’d die, but wishes never happen.

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
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The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walks to the front of the stage and stops at the stairs as Lucy pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side.

MA: And introducing the FIW undisputed international champion! Hailing from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia, weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds and standing at six foot three inches… XTREME KITTTTTTTTTENNNN!!!!!

[align=center]As of now
I am a tool
Of severe impact
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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
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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.

CM: Longest reign on the line, can Xtreme Kitten be the record holder.

CL: A walking cat? And you called FIW weird?

JH: But a highly trained fighter.

CL: He wears a cat mask, don’t matter, sun bitch is weird!

Tony Clarke takes the championship and then shows it to both Prime, Kitten and the crowd before handing it to the ring monkey’s, he then moves to both men checking for any illegal weapons, finding none he moves back and then calls for the bell, having the match begin. Xtreme Kitten and Prime comes to center of the ring, Prime looking very dominating as he flexes his muscles looking towards XK, he just moves back a bit looking ready to fight. Kitten then snaps a low kick into Prime’s calf, but has no effect as Prime just smirks, Kitten then goes for another hard kick to the opposite calf, yet again getting no effect but a smirk. Kitten then backs up a bit as Prime keeps smirking, he then out of nowhere spins hitting a Kobashi esque chop right to Prime’s shoulder, Prime again takes it and just smirks.

JH: Prime isn’t just going to fall over.

CL: Wall’s don’t just fall over do they Jonathon?

CM: Especially masses of muscle like that wall.

CL: Someone’s checking someone out, it’s ok, I know I’m sexy.

JH: Kitten needs another attack obviously then.

CL: GENIUS! WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT?! Oh that right, I’m not in the match… idiot.

Prime then watches as Kitten runs to the ropes, comes back and tries a shoulder block, hitting into Prime to no effect but like hitting a wall, Kitten seemingly getting irritated tries another shoulder block to no prevail again, Prime then roars “COME ON!” Kitten looks to try again, but snap a kick into his knee, making Prime wobbly before running to the ropes with pace coming back and NAILS Prime with a set of high knees, it’s enough to make Prime reel into the ropes, he comes back as Kitten ducks his clothesline attempt. Kitten then watches as he turns and snaps a kick right into his gut, making him double over and then viciously snaps a kick right in his face, making Prime drop to his ass. Kitten doesn’t leave it there though, he charges and snaps a kick right into Prime’s chest, the kick sending a “Ohhhh” around the crowd as Kitten watches prime actually feel it.

JH: Ouch!

CL: New nickname for Kitten “Wall Destroyer” damn I’m a genius! Why do I sit here with you idiots.

CM: Because someone has to make you look good, that’s why your next to me.

CL: Sitting next to a gay and a wanna-be nerd? Hmmm…

JH: Heyyyyyyy!

Kitten moves to Prime picking him up off the canvas, he then drives a boot into Prime’s gut before moving back to the ropes and charging back towards Prime, but Prime takes Kitten up onto his shoulders, before swinging him over and down with a thunderous power slam. Prime then stands himself up and looks down at Kitten who clutches his back, Prime boots down on him hard a few times before taking him over onto his stomach, sitting on Kitten’s back he begins wrenching away with Kitten in a Camel Clutch, Prime then starts punching down over Kitten’s face as he carries on holding Kitten up, he then releases him, walking forward to flex to the crowd.

JH: Prime taking advantage.

CL: Beating him shitless more like it, that shit’s sexy.

JH: Kitten’s in trouble, yet you find it sexy?

CM: He’s deranged remember?

JH: Either way, Prime’s in full control.

He turns to watch Kitten slowly getting to his feet, Prime walks over and cheekily taps his foot a few times into Kitten’s face before letting him climb to his feet, as he does Prime grabs him up in a bear hug, squeezing the life out of Kitten. Kitten tries to break free with some head butt’s, each one effecting both but Prime carries on squeezing the life out of him, literally just squeezing harder, Kitten just struggles for air, trying to think of a way to break free, Prime then for some reason releases him, letting him go so Kitten lands on his back trying to gain air, Prime smirks maybe thinking he can handle this without making him tap out.

JH: Why the hell?

CM: Cockiness.

JH: He could of won, I’m not one to insult but moron!

CL: Wow Jonathon, you bad-ass!

JH: I am ain’t I?

Prime then is caught off guard as Kitten boots him directly in the gut, he reels back, coming back and getting another kick to the gut, making him reel back again, Kitten gets to his knees and charges kneeing Prime directly in the head, Prime uses the moment to hit the ropes and come back charging with a clothesline, Kitten sees it coming and hit’s a drop toe hold, making Prime hit the canvas hard, Kitten quickly gets over and onto Prime’s back, hitting him with some vicious forearms to the back of his head, each strike seemingly taking effect as he continues till Tony Clarke pulls him off, making Kitten look to Lucy who shouts “PIN!” he of course does so and makes a cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

…NO SHOULDER UP!
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JH: Some big strikes there.

CM: Definitely warned him down this time.

CL: Kitten just raped him! That was not cool.

JH: No it was called mat wrestling Conse.

CL: I bet you enjoy mat wrestling don’t you?

JH: It entertaining… hey wait!

CM: *shakes head*

…Kitten slaps the canvas looking kinda upset the pin didn’t get enough, he stands up picking up Prime into a position where he’s on all fours the grabbing his hair begins kicking the hell out of the side of Prime’s skull, each kick seeming even stiffer, he release as Prime just drops to the canvas holding his face as Kitten seems really angry he didn’t get the three. Kitten looks to Lucy who just shakes her head, he then turns back to Prime and picks him up to his feet, grabbing him in a front chancery he goes to attack him with some knees but Prime catches the knee, he then lift’s his head up out of the front chancery before getting Kitten in one and lifting him up and DRIVING him right down on his head with a fisherman’s Brainbuster, both men then stay down on the canvas looking exhausted, but Prime sits up…

CL: BRAINBUUSSTTTTTTTAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

JH: Out of nowhere too.

CL: That was fully fucking sick!

JH: Wait! You enjoyed wrestling?

CM: No he enjoyed the pain, the sadistic beast.

Prime shakes off the grogginess off the kicks before, rubbing his cheek, he then boots down on Kitten right across the head, before lifting him back up to his feet. Prime then grabs Kitten up in the air with a press slam, but Kitten wriggles free, sliding down his back and out of nowhere hooking in a school boy roll-up, the referee drops for a pin as Kitten hooks the legs tightly with all his power, Prime trying his best to break fee but Kitten has the legs hooked up…

JH: Out of nowhere! Cover!

CL: Sneaky! What a pussy!

JH: Literally…

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JH: Longest! Reign!

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CM: Possibly…

[align=center]…THREE!!!![/align]

…Kitten rolls from the ring releasing the school boy, the fans give off a mixed reaction as Lucy bring the title too Kitten. Prime looks in shock and looks quite frustrated that he just lost another shot, Tony raises Kitten’s arm…

MA: Your winner! And STIILLLL Undisputed International Champion… XTREME KITTTTTTTTTENNNN!!!!!

…Kitten and Lucy make there way backstage as Prime sits in te ring looking very angry, he ounches down on the canvas.

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