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| ReVolt; October 18th, 2006 | |
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| Minister Wighty | Oct 19 2006, 03:33 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE The International champion springs from the corner and scoops down to the mat grabbing up his trusty fork he lost possession of earlier in the match. He quickly drives upward with the handle of the fork and jabs it into the throat of his masked opponent. XK gasps and coughs from the blow to the throat and staggers into a nearby corner where Toan begins to dig the fork into his mask as Kitten swats at his opponents hands in an attempt to remain masked. The Deathmatch Bastard digs in more violently and smiles as he begins to pull up on the mask and Mark Jackson pleads with him to stop! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH Prime dashes in and kicks Matt in the gut before setting up for the Authority Bomb with hands around the King's throat ready to lift but he is stopped by Amy Spencer; who is accusing Prime of knocking her over so he could blind Impact. Impact plays along with the claims while he cleans out his eyes. Prime pleads his case quickly but no quickly enough as Impact can see again. Prime gets around Amy only to get a thumb to the eye for the second time, Amy didn't turn around quick enough to see it. Impact knees Prime in the gut twice before walking him to the middle of the ring and striking him with a third knee to the gut. Impact hoists Prime onto his shoulders. Impact throws Prime around and plants him with the Head on Collision! I'm tired of holdin' up the weight, the weight of the motherfuckin' world. All I want is to just get right Kailey stumbles backwards into the ropes, holding to them as she eyes Kennedy. She takes in a deep breath and waits as she notices Kennedy stirring on the canvas. Kailey moves to the turnbuckle, pulling herself to the second rope. Kennedy climbs to her feet, dazed and confused. She moves around the canvas, turning JUST AS KAILEY COMES OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!!! NO!!! Kennedy holds her hands up and breaks the axe handle! She buries her boot into Kailey’s midsection AND PLANTS HER WITH AN IMPLANT DDT!!! HERE RIGHT NOW !!! Prime stands up and stands back in a corner. He is considering his strategy as Hutch shows fight to start getting back up. Hutch turns around into a hard right hand from Prime to knock him back down. Hutch gets right back up and gets hammered one more time. Hutch pulls himself up off the canvas and Prime runs through him with a shoulder block, knocking Hutch through the ropes to the outside. Prime pulls Hutch up, slams a knee deep into his gut before looking out at the rabid crowd. Prime claps his arms around Hutch and flips him over...OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX AND HUTCH IS SENT CRASHING THROUGH THE SLAM! ANNOUNCE TABLE! We struggle and fight just to get in the grave That's overflowing. Clock's ticking on my 15 minutes of fame Come on now He rolls himself to the ropes and uses them to haul his ass up, and turns back to his writhing opponent. Quickly he darts to his corner and snatches up his white board, scrawling something on it before showing it to the crowd. It reads “BUST A MOVE!”, and he proceeds to get down with his bad self as he break dances over to the challenger. Once he’s jiggied his way over to the Loon, he pops up and drops a Senton Leg Drop across his head and covers for the pin! 1 2 3... Nightmare is indeed bleeding profusely, cut open from the staple, Ahriman holds the staple gun high before trying to shoot another staple into Night’s head, he blocks Ahriman’s hand though and after a brief struggle Nightmare picks up Ahriman bearhug style, with a tremendous roar he goes sprinting towards the other entryway railing, driving Ahriman back first into it! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE The Fighting Spirit Champion wiggles about as he tries to get out from under Onikage, ending up on his back, and that’s when the Straight Edge Savior applies pressure to his mounted position, keeping the smaller man just as he is as he starts throwing elbow strikes at him, Graver tries to lift up his arms to block them but they are just too strong. At first they start out relatively slow but with each blow the former Ordinary member picks up steam with his shots, steadily making them quicker and quicker as he hammers away on the reigning champ with quite the ruthless aggression, a look in his eyes showing that Onikage seems to have snapped on Graver. Clarke circles around the two of them as Onikage continues to pound the Reject of FIW into grounded meat, Tony’s expression becoming more and more grim as Graver’s body becomes more and more lifeless than it was the previous second, suddenly a few gasps start ringing out through out the arena. A dark crimson liquid starts covering Onikage’s elbow pad and the ends of his black tape, staining them with blood, though it isn’t the only thing that gets coated, soon blood is disturbingly squirting upward from Graver’s face, splashing against Onikage’s mask and upper body, slowly running down it, even a bit splashes onto Tony Clarke! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH Graver suddenly starts swinging his arms around and hopping to strike different poses with his legs as if mocking the martial arts background of two of his challengers. A grin spreads across his face as suddenly he turns to Kiyoshi, spraying a mouthful of beer in mist like fashion, blinding the second biggest man in the match! I'm flushing the trust of everyone, stabbing in the back and thinkin' they can break me. Set my sight can't die until I'm done Xtreme Kitten tells Johnson to begin to count Kiyoshi out, but Johnson refuses and he points over to Lance who is charging at Xtreme Kitten, but Xtreme Kitten counters Lance’s clothesline attempt with a flapjack. Lance crashes to the canvas, but he is quickly backed up on his feet and he is whipped to the turnbuckle by Xtreme Kitten. Xtreme Kitten charges at Lance for a turnbuckle clothesline, but Lance takes Xtreme Kitten down to the second turnbuckle face first with a drop toe hold. Xtreme Kitten grabs his face as he lies on his back against the turnbuckle. Lance walks over to Xtreme Kitten and grabs him by the arm and Lance wraps his arm around Xtreme Kitten’s neck and he plants him with a DDT. Xtreme Kitten crashes face first into the mat after the botched move! MIND ENDURANCE!!! Ragin’ grabs Remy by the hair and moves into a standing headscissor. He grabs Remy around the waist and hoists the Ultimate Endurance Champion onto his shoulders. Ragin’ pushes the Cajun up by the britches, but Remy rolls forward and slides down Ragin’s back!! He grabs Ragin’ by the leg, pulling Ragin’ off his feet. Remy quickly tangles Ragin’s legs up and weaves his own into them then falls backward to the mat! Ragin’ screams out in pain, reaching back to try and break the hold, but unable to bend his body enough. He claws at the mat, trying to reach the ropes but they’re too far out of his reach! Never wanted any more than what I deserve, better bring it I'm takin' it all. Fuck an inch 'cause I'm bringin' a mile, It's on now Brighty manages to control his movement drops straight south onto Madrox's chest! MADROX MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! BRIGHTY'S BACKSIDE SLAMS INTO THE CANVAS! Madrox is quickly up to his feet and runs to the ropes as Brighty is getting up. Madrox slides through Brighty's legs and then leaps up on top of Brighty as he turns around...HURRICANRANA! To his credit Brighty is quickly up to his feet but is groggy and vulnerable to Madrox taking him into a corner. Madrox tees off on the former Slam! Superstar of the Year with four hard right hands that go unanswered. Madrox looks for an irish whip across the ring but Brighty holds on to reverse! Madrox is shot into the turnbuckle but he controls himself, he leaps up onto the second rope and SPRINGBOARDS OVER HIS SHOULDER INTO A CROSS BODY BLOCK! 1 2 3... Whimpering Graver tries his best puppy dog eyes face and tries his best to weasel his way out from Kiyoshi’s grasp, though it is to no avail as Kiyoshi slowly shakes his head no with a grim expression on his face, he surprisingly whips Graver away from him, only to hold on and pull him right back into the welcoming from a vicious lariat! Amazingly the lariat doesn’t take Graver off of his feet, rather he gasps and groans as he tries to talk though it is as if from the sheer impact of the move his wind pipe has been caved in, slowly he staggers backwards as Nakahata releases the hold on his wrist, watching him calmly. Though he doesn’t stand there all day as like a lion stalking it’s prey he marches forward after the champion, looking like he might be in the mood to end this match, but suddenly a hand rests on his shoulder and whips him around, before Nightmare can even say what it seems like he was trying to say, Kiyoshi connects with a palm strike. The palm strike was so powerful it sends Nightmare flying right over the top rope and hitting the apron with a thud GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE Remy looks shocked down at his victim, expecting a much more beardy, Russiany-type guy under his boot. But he shrugs, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, until he turns around and spies a bear. Ragin’ gets another wicked sneer on his mug before BLASTING REMY IN THE GRILL WITH A HAYMAKER!! Remy’s eyelids flutter, but Ragin’ isn’t done, FORCING his head between his legs, then WRENCHING Remy upward onto his shoulders! Ragin’ tosses Remy’s legs outward, falling into a sit-out position, CRUSHING HIS FACE INTO THE MAT!!! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH Both competitors get back to their feet and Tomoko is the first to move in hooking up Toan and quickly lifts him off his feet with the Tomoko Driver. She drops to a seated position as she completes the finisher and then quickly draws her body over his legs applying as much weight as she can to his shoulders. That is until out of no where she is victim of a devastating Cat Kick to the face and falls backwards on the mat. XK drops his body over Tomoko and hooks a leg. Mark Jackson is already in position from her pin attempt and begins to count! This fire, is growing, it's burning, deep inside of me. Focused, driven, certain, the way it's got to be FIRE, GROWING, BURNING, DEEP INSIDE OF ME!!! FOCUSED, DRIVEN, CERTAIN, THE WAY IT'S GOT TO BE!!! Toan gets up to his feet and turns around looking at Kailey, he kicks her in the midsection and he hoist her up into the air with a one arm falcon arrow, but as he is goes to drop her down she is able to counter the move and she lands on her feet. Toan is pissed and he grabs the stop sign and slams it over her head and he whips her into the ropes and as she rebounds back Toan goes for another hiptoss, but Kailey counters the move twirling into a headscissor takedown, but she twirls a couple more times before planting Toan down with a DDT onto the chair in the middle of the ring. CROOKED (No Trust) LIAR (Conman) DRUNK WITH (Power) MENTOR (Taught me everything that I know) SO WRONG, WRONG WRONG WRONG Ninja stirs very little on the canvas as the figure steps over him, dropping the chair to their side. A pair of pale hands reaches up and takes a hold of the hood, whipping it back to reveal. Most of the fans jeer her actions, taking out one of the most popular champions on the roster, while a small contingent of NGIW faithful burst into a chorus of cheers for their favourite hardcore Hellcat! A sick smirk twists her ruby red lips as she takes the zip to her top and slowly peels it open to reveal a shiny, silver belt strapped around her waist. The cameras try to zoom in as she reaches round to her back and unhooks the belt, all the while her eyes fixed on the Cruiserweight champion, her studded tongue moistening her ruby reds. As Ninja tries to push himself off the mat Ghost drops down beside him and grabs the back of his mask, RAMMING his face back down into the canvas. She pulls his head back up and shoves the belt under him, making sure he gets a good, hard look at it. 1 2 3!!! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED The heavy guitars of Mushroomhead's new jam "Save Us" rock over the fans in attendance as bright white light blasts through the entryway, revealing a silhouette. That black figure moves against the light, trekking toward the ring. The guitars die and the lights turn a moody shade of pale blue. Tier walks through the reaching arms of the fans, face blank and emotionless. SO FUCKING DETERMINED GO!!![/align] |
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| Minister Wighty | Oct 19 2006, 03:46 AM Post #2 |
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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 Comcast Spectatcor/Wachovia Complex in Philidelphia, Pennsylvania! I'm Jonathan Hitchen... Chip Martin: I'm Chip Martin! Constance Loire: And I'm Constance Loire! And this! ... is ReVolt! JH: Before we jump into tonight’s first match, I’ve got some unfortunate news; Willie McPhee, the Highland Warrior, was deported back to Scotland last Friday when it was discovered he no longer had a valid work visa. Willie was so emotionally frustrated by the situation that he opted to stay out of action for the time. We at FIW wish him the best in life, and good luck in the future. CL: Psh. Work visa, right. He’ll be on NWA/TNA next week. Just watch. 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![/align] 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: Making her way to the ring 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: Haven’t heard from Jaime at all this week. CM: She was probably crawling through the vent system to watch Kenny shower. CL: I wish she’d cut herself again. Ohhh, I’m enjoying just the memory of it. Sexy. [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: On his way to the ring at this time, from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds, 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. JH: The Prince of Pain looks ready to go here tonight. Prime and Jaime should be worried. CM: Are you kidding me? He’s too preoccupied with fighting a war he’s not even involved in. CL: Yeah. The good name of Horrorcore doesn’t need Grimace leading the charge. The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… [align=center]YEAAAA![/align] Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung... [align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align] Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime 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 fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. MA: Weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds; from San Diego, California… PRRRRIIIIIMMMMMME! He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white 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: This man is certifiably insane. I know we say Jaime is but this man… I don’t even know. CM: He’s not insane! He’s the evolution of excellence! Such a moniker puts pressure on someone. Prime can’t be held accountable for cracking a little under the pressure! CL: Maybe the steroids are affecting his brain? CM: He doesn’t take steroids! That’s all nature! Leave him alone! You two are meanie pants! Prime and Nightmare meet up in the center of the ring, the bell not having even rung yet as they stare one another down. Jaime hangs to the background, obviously sane enough to not get in the middle of a Nightmare/Prime sandwich. J.J. isn’t that smart. Or he’s just taking his refereeing assignment too seriously. He tries to squeeze between the two men and get them to their corners. Prime hauls off and nails Nightmare with a hard haymaker! JH: Apparently Prime isn’t interested in the formalities of starting a wrestling match! CM: Fuck formalities! I wanna see Nightmare become a purple stain on the canvas. CL: I wanna see a red stain on the canvas. After Jaime slices herself open. DING-DING Obviously J.J. gave up on that idea and signaled for the bell when Prime decided to start the match himself. Nightmare stumbles back from the blow but steps into a haymaker of his own. Prime take a step back this time but comes back with another haymaker. Nightmare, Prime, Nightmare, Prime. The two continue to trade blows, neither powerhouse going down. That is until Prime changes it up and jabs a thumb into Nightmare’s eye! J.J. reprimands Prime but he pays the little man no mind. Prime winds up and levels Nightmare with a punch! CM: Look at the awesome power of Prime! To level someone like Nightmare with just a punch. That takes power. JH: A very well placed thumb to the eyes to throw him off his game. CM: Well, we’ve all wanted to stab Nightmare in the eye at some point. I know I have. Prime bends down to collect the fallen warrior when Jaime runs up and CLUBS HIM ACROSS THE BACK! Prime cocks his head to the side, stands up straight and turns around to see Jaime bouncing back and forth, holding up her dukes for a fist fight. CM: What… the… fuck? JH: It looks like Jaime’s wants to battle Prime. CL: Oh fuck yes! I bet Prime could bust her face open something fierce! This match may not be a waste after all! Prime looks over at J.J., asking if this chick is serious. J.J. looks towards Jaime and shrugs his shoulders. Prime chuckles at the thought of having a fist fight with Jaime. He leans forward and taps his chin, letting Jaime have a free crack at him. AND JAIME TAKES IT! Too bad Prime grabs her arm in mid-air. He follows it up by TURNING JAIME INSIDEOUT WITH A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! Prime almost took Jaime’s head off with that clothesline! CL: You know, can’t someone come up with something better to say for a clothesline? It’s either “they were just beheaded!” or “they were just turned inside out!” It’s all quite boring. Prime moves to pick up Jaime but this time it’s Nightmare that interrupts a continued beat down from Prime. He grabs Prime in a waistlock, cracks his forehead into the back of Prime’s skull and heaves the three hundred plus pound man over his head, releasing him with a German suplex throw! Nightmare jumps back up to his feet right away, raising a fist in the air for his fans in the crowd. He doesn’t waste anymore time before going back after Prime with a fist drop to the forehead! JH: Prime can’t seem to keep his hands on an opponent here. CM: ‘Cuz Jaime and Nightmare are fucking cheating! This is a triple threat, not a handicap match! Grimace and Bloody Mary aren’t supposed to be working together! JH: I don’t think they’re working together. They’re just targeting the dominant worker. And that happened to be Prime both times. CL: Mmmm, Bloody Mary. She sounds HOT! Nightmare is back to his feet, glancing between Prime and Jaime. Jaime doesn’t appear to be recovering from that strong lariat within the next few moments so Nightmare keeps his focus on Prime. He drags Prime up, grabs him in a belly to belly and… gets cracks in the forehead with a head butt from Prime! Nightmare releases the hold, stumbling backwards and grabbing a hold of his forehead while Prime falls back into the turnbuckle, grabbing his own head. JH: A desperate move from Prime! CM: It wasn’t desperation! Stop making lies about Prime, you son of a bitch! Nightmare shakes it off as quick as he can and runs in with a stinger splash… landing him face-first into the turnbuckle as Prime ducks aside! Prime swivels behind Nightmare and locks him up with a full nelson! CM: Ugh! Prime! What the fuck are you doing? Bash his face in! CL: A full nelson submission perfectly applied by Prime. JH: It’s gotta be over here. No one’s broken that hold! CL: I’m sure SOMEONE has! JH: Oh, right. I forgot where I was. Prime slings Nightmare back and forth, the Prince of Pain powerless as Prime keeps the hold locked in perfectly. But thankfully for Nightmare, Jaime Lee is back up. She marches over to Prime, rubbing the soreness off her throat before tapping him on the shoulder. Prime doesn’t respond, he’s too busy trying to make Nightmare tap out. Jaime taps again, a little harder this time. Prime cocks his head once again, glancing over his shoulder to see a very unhappy Jaime standing behind him. She immediately starts yelling at Prime for something she’s not happy with. CL: What the hell is she doing? CM: It looks like she’s begging Prime to have sex with her. JH: I sincerely doubt that is what is happening. Prime sighs and throws Nightmare down to the canvas. He turns around and without any effort at all, hoists Jaime up into a military press. Jaime kicks her legs and waves her arms around but she’s got no where to go. Prime steps around the ring with her, effortlessly over-head pressing the girl. He then steps to the ropes and throws her allllllll the way down to the mats at ringside! CL: Holy shit! JH: He could’ve hurt her! He might’ve hurt her! CM: That’s the awesomeness of Prime. He just doesn’t care and no one can make him. Prime talks some trash down to the fallen Jaime before returning his attention to Nightmare… WHO COMES OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A STIFF LARIAT!!!! But Prime ducks it at the last second! Nightmare hit’s the ropes and comes back RIGHT INTO A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!!! CM: KISS THIS! Haha! Yeah! Nightmare likes to kiss the fans’ asses. Kiss that, you son of a bitch! JH: A hellacious clothesline from Prime! CL: Not just that but he avoided the Second Bullet from Nightmare. A move he’s used to get back into the game. Prime flexes a bicep, kissing it and grinning at the crowd before dropping to the canvas and making the cover on Nightmare. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner… PRRRRIIIIMMMMME! CM: Prime wins it! FUCK yes! CL: Well Grimace isn’t a purple stain in the canvas but he’s dreaming of little yellow birdies and stars. CM: And those stars are alllll Prime! Cutting backstage to a image of silver, and upon pulling out a bit it is revealed to be the FIW Flycore Championship. A belt that is resting on the shoulder of it’s champion, Extreme Ninja #2, who is standing in front of a mirror. By his body language, his body must feel a bit beaten up from the last few weeks still. Though he straightens himself and ties the ends of his robes’ tie tightly and nods to his mirror self. Quietly he turns around and looks at the now revealed Extreme Ninja #3, who nods back at him. The two Ninjas walk towards the door way of the champion’s locker room in silence. Extreme Ninja #3 opens the door for his fellow Ninja and shows off a button he is wearing. It is a stick figure version of EN #2 holding the Flycore title over a stick figure version of Momoko that is bleeding. The poorly and sloppy written words above the tiny image say “Go Ninja go!” Extreme Ninja #2 stares blankly at the button for a few moments after he notices it in the door way. Though is snapped out of his trance by EN #3 giving him the thumbs up. By his body language, it looks like Extreme Ninja #2 rolls his eyes as he walks out of the door way. 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| Minister Wighty | Oct 19 2006, 03:51 AM Post #3 |
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JH: You fans are in for a great treat, as the next match is the ONLY Title Defense scheduled for tonight. CM: They'll be in a for a treat because after this match, they'll no longer have to refer to that Ninja wanna-be as the Champion. CL: I disagree with you both, forget the title, this is just gonna be one GREAT match. MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE FALL, Falls Counting ANYWHERE, and cannot end in Disqualification. It is for the FIW Flycore Championship! Introducing first... The musical jingles familiar to Kill Bill fans of Ironside’s “Quincy Jones” hits on the PA system as red lights around the arena behind to strobe in and out to the creepy air of the music before the ear-splitting tunes of “Dead In Hollywood” by Murderdolls pound out the PA system … Momoko appears from behind the curtain with her Stop Sign in one hand and a sickle and staple gun attached to each other by a chain on each of the handles along with the Red Cell mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado, at her side… Momoko raises the Stop Sign in the air for the admiration of the fans and yelling what we can assume is an insult in her native language to the fans in attendance and saunters down the ramp way towards the ring… MA: Weighing in at One-Hundred and Twenty-Five pounds, hailing from Saitama, Japan, The challenger... MOMOKO WAKARI! Momoko upon reaching the ring LOBO takes his place at ringside as Momoko places her sickle, staple gun and Stop Sign in her corner before climbing into the ring and to the middle rope of her corner’s turnbuckle. She then stares out callously to the masses in attendance and flips the bird to everyone in her immediate area before hopping back down and awaiting the match to start. JH: So disrespectful to the fans. CM: They're disrespectful first, they boo her. MA: And the Champion... Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a voice booms over the speakers. [align=center]The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The Evil Genius The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers The champ is here Kiss what ma niggas The champ is here[/align] ”The Champ in Here” by Jadakiss starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear however over his robe he is sporting around his waist the FIW Flycore Championship. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “The Champ is here~!” [align=center]Fuckin wit the champion You already know J-A-D-A Kiss the game goodbye You fuckin wit the champion You already know The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yea The champ is here That’s right The champ is here[/align] MA: Weighing in at Two-Hundred Pounds, hailing from Detroit, Michigan... EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and undoes his championship belt, grabbing it in his right hand and lifting it up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Hail the Champ!” and “Now 100% Smarty Free!”, and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie to get ready for the match ahead. JH: The Champ, indeed, is here. CM: Not for long, if Momoko has anything to do with it. CL: I'm making a prediction... CM: That MOMOKO is gonna win! CL: No... that there is gonna be BLOOD! JH: Oh gees, done got him started again. Back in the ring, Logan Black goes over the rules with the two competitors, not that there are many. Both return to neutral corners and Black signals for the bell and we're off. Ninja eyes Momoko's prized weapons which she has layed in her corner. Momoko pays them no attention for the time being and instead begins to walk forward, toward Ninja. They both make there way toward the middle of the ring but Momoko catches Ninja off guard and goes on a relentless attack of punches and kicks, she gets a couple good licks in on Ninja before he manages to duck under a wild blow and goes behind Momoko, pushing in from the back as she hits the ropes, chest first and stumbles backwards into a vicious forearm to the small of her back, dropping her to her knees. JH: Momoko possibly coming out of the box a little to quickly and suffers for it. She is only on her knees for a short moment as Ninja pulls her up by her chin, he spins her around only to drop to the mat and sweep her legs from under her before she even has time to realize where he's at. Momoko lies flat on her back, Ninja quickly to his feet. He looks down at her as he stands at her head, but he drops and drivers his knee into her forehead. Momoko rolls away from him as she grabs her forehead in pain. CL: Can we get to some lightbulbs, or some barbwire already? Please! Momoko crawls off of the mat as she rubs her forehead, Ninja also to his feet. Ninja charges Momoko as she rubs her forehead, reducing her visability slightly, Ninja charges and goes for a clothesline, only for Momoko to duck under and as Ninja turns to go on the defense, he catchs a swift kick to the gut, doubling over, Momoko grabs the head and drives him into the mat. Momoko gets back up, she looks down at Ninja, then to ringside, back to Ninja. She moves toward the ropes and proceeds to leave the ring. CL: Yes, I think she's going after those Lightbulbs I suggested! Momoko does inded go in search of something under the ring, but as she loses herself in her search for the perfect object of pain, she has allowed Ninja to rise after having his head driven into the mat. Momoko pokes her head above the apron right before she stands up, Ninja sees her and flat out books it as he charges toward the side of the ring she's at. He nears the ropes, but he doesn't stop, he doesn't bounce off the ropes either, he goes THROUGH the ropes. He dives at Momoko, but out of nowhere we here a “CRACK!” Ninja falls limp to the floor as Momoko raises what appears to be a cookie sheet, it doesn't look to be one of those WWE Prop cookie sheets either, it's one of those good old made ones, that hurt like hell. CM: That HAD to hurt. CL: Ouch! As Ninja lays on the floor, Momoko disappears back under the ring, but only for a split second this time as she slides a chair into the ring. Momoko peels Ninja from the floor and tries to push his dead weight up and into the ring, it takes her some time, but she gets it done, she slides into the ring right after she rolls him in. She drags him toward the ropes and props his head up on the bottom rope, motioning toward to LOBO to run over to her. JH: Now what is she doing here? Wasting time? LOBO hurries over and she motions the she wants something, he bends down and picks whatever it is she wanted up, he hands it to her and it's at this time that we see that it's a Wire Coat Hanger. She quickly untwists the top and tries her best to straight it out. She then proceeds to wrap it around the neck of Ninja, and the rope aswell, essentially “tying” him to the ropes. He tries to prevent her from achieving this, but it's too late as she already has it twisted in the back of his head, he hurries to try and undo it as she walks over and grabs the chair. CL: Time for some good ol' batting practice, well, replace the bat with a chair, and the ball with Ninja's head of course. Momoko stomps on Ninja's chest a few times for good measures, but instead of whacking him with the chair, she instead unfolds it. Placing the legs of it firmly on the mat, or they would be if the cross bar wasn't resting on the throat of Ninja, suspending two of the feet in the air, off of the mat. She charges to the other side of the ring, Ninja tries to bounce, in hopes to knock the chair over and spoil any plans she may have, she flies through the air before landing on the chair, the force of the chair on Ninja causing the hanger to come undone. No telling exactly what effect this may have had on Ninja, maybe the wire let go just in time... all we know is Ninja grabs his throat as Momoko looks down with a pleased smile on her face. She rolls him away from the ropes and drops down for the cover. [align=center]... ONE! ... ... TWO! ... ... NO! ...[/align] Ninja kicks out! CM: NO! JH: Not sure where he found what it took to get out of that one. CL: Nevermind that, what she just did... I Like! Momoko seems a little stunned that Ninja didn't throw in the towel and let her have the victory after she quite possible, crushed his throat. She raises to her feet, sluggishly, still in disbelief. She reaches down and pulls Ninja off the mat, but he's not out of it yet, he fires away out of nowhere with lefts and rights, there's a kick, followed by another. He's firing back on all cylinders. With the attack being dished out on her, Momoko backs against the ropes. Ninja stops his assault, takes two steps back and lunges forward with a clothesline, taking Momoko over the top and to the floor below. He's not done though, he grabs to ropes and catapults over and comes crashing down on her with a splashed to the outside. JH: Never count out the champion. CM: How the hell? He should be in the back crying about losing! Ninja stirs on the outside. Momoko as well. Momoko stumbles as she tries to stand and falls against the fencing holding the fans back. Ninja is to his feet and with a spinning back kick, Momoko flies over the fencing just as she did the ropes only moments ago. Ninja climbs over in persuit as Momoko crawls further into the crowd of people, the cameraman follows hot on the heels of the action. CL: They're going into the crowd, I KNEW this would be great. Momoko continues to crawl but Ninja catches her and pulls her up and around by her shoulder, only to receive a cup full of soda, or beer, in the face, which stuns Ninja just long enough for Momoko to get a knee in on his gut. She grabs his head and pulls him along as she navigates through the crowd. They near a wall and she proceeds to smash his face into the concret, or so would have been the case if he didn't get his foot up against the wall to block. He catches her with an elbow to the gut and it is HER that crashes into the wall. She stumbles to the left, and through a set of double doors. CM: Where is she going? She can't win if she's not there to pin Ninja... what the... Ninja follows her, as does the camera, but just as Ninja steps through the doors, he is taken head over heels as she leaps and takes him over with a Hurricaneranna, but this is no normal one, she had found a Wooden Pallette laying nearby and laid it on the floor, Ninja's head bounces off of the wood. Momoko kicks Ninja on the ground before pulling him behind her as she turns a corners. JH: Where the bloody hell are they going?!? CM: Bloody Hell? Oh come on... WHO talks like that? CL: Have I said that I'm loving every minute of this yet? The cameraman finally rounds the corner only to find that Ninja has the upperhand again as he smashes her head into a soda machine, cracking the plastic. The plastic must have sliced Momoko's forehead as we can see the beginnings of a Blood River forming on her forehead as Ninja peels her face from the plastic. They continue they're exploration of the arena as they head up a huge ramp, this time, Momoko in tow. CL: Pick a spot and kill each other already! They get up the ramp and turn another corner, the crowd noise getting louder so we must be headed back toward the ring. But that's far from the case, we realize as we turn the corner that we're up toward the entrance-way and stage. Momoko pushes Ninja away from her, and it is only when he nears it that we realize that there's a ledge there. The cameraman positions himself closer to Ninja as Momoko takes a wild swing, trying to mount some offense. Ninja ducks under and behind Momoko, she is now the one tedering on the ledge. JH: Someone get up there and stop this, this has gone far beyond dangerous! The cameraman looks down for a split second to see what waits for her below, in a very cliché way, it's a ton of tables & cables, likely for the pyro's. The cameraman turns back to Momoko just as Ninja steps forward and ducks under her arm, placing his arm across her chect in a Rock Bottom-esque postition. He lunges forward... JH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CL: FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! As they leave the ledge, Ninja must have bumped the cameraman slightly as the picture begins to jump around, the camera view switches from another across the arena that can barely make out that the camerman is now teadering on the ledge, in an attempt to catch his balance, he turns loose of the camera and it sails down, nearly side by side with Ninja and Momoko as we can now see as we float through the are that Ninja is attempting to drive her below with a Wrist lock sitout side slam. The camera hits, we hear the crash off the two wrestlers plunging into the tables below. Out of nowhere, we hear a count... [align=center]... ONE! ...[/align] JH: STOP THE COUNT AND GET SOME DAMN MEDICS OVER THERE! [align=center]... TWO! ...[/align] CM: FORGET THE MEDICS, CAMERA'S! CAMERA'S! [align=center]... THREEEEEEEEEE! ...[/align] CL: UN-FRIGGIN'-BELIEVABLE! MOTY RIGHT HERE! A Camera man finally rushes over to see what has happened, Logan Black stands up from within the rubble of the table and tries his best to signal to ring the bell. The cameraman tilts the camera down just as Logan Black reaches down to raise the hand of the winner, he raises NINJA'S arm as we now notice his arm still draped over Momoko. Logan drops the arm and stands up and signals for some medics. MA: WINNER AND STIIIIIIIIIIIL FLYCORE CHAMPION, NINJA! Medics swarm the wreckage. CM: DAMNIT! Momoko.... WHY! Ninja won, BOO! JH: NOW they get some medics... CL: *Claps* I may not be a huge fan of Ninja, but this was a GREAT match, just as I predicted. CM: Shut up! It's all that cameraman's fault, he did it. Momoko was going to reverse it and send Ninja down to his impending death, but he had to get in the way. I want his HEAD. FIRE HIS ASS! We find ourselves in the corridors of the Wachovia Complex, (different ones from the ones just a moment ago) and we find ourselves in front of an unmarked white door as we see everyone’s best “friend” and that’s laughable at best, Jeff Noon wearing his usual clothing that seem to have not been washed in months, he speaks looking at the camera as the crown moan in the background. CM: Oh great, it’s Jeff Noon, security, can we get security back there, escort this guy out! JH: Oh leave poor Jeff alone, he doesn’t have a job, or a house or… CL: A life for that matter. CM: Ha, good one! Noon: Uh yeah, hi, Jeff Noon here as always backstage on the latest hottest interviews. Um, I’m outside I think Matt Impact’s locker room, as we know, me and Matt are like best friends, we’re like mad tight yo. Some boo, some laugh, none-the-less, no one really likes Jeff Noon. Noon: And in about, uh, two seconds, we shall be seeing the FIW Tag Team Champion of the World come out. Suddenly, the white door opens and out from it with a smile on his face comes the FIW Tag Team Champion, dressed in attire ready for wrestling, a t-shirt, his wrestling shorts, pads and all. Jeff is quite surprised that what he said is true and he doesn’t know what to say at first as the crowd in the background is booing at the sight of Impact. Noon: Uh, whoa! Yeah, what is up big Matt!? Impact: Just Matt, simply Matt. And, nothing is up to answer your question, I got a few seconds to spare, I see as always you want the next big interview with the next big star in Full Intensity Wrestling, so give me a question or two and we can move on with the show. Noon nods asking right away quick and almost unheard due to the nerves that he is on live television. Noon: Yes, why did you side with Red Cell? Adjusting his tag belt, over his black Red Cell t-shirt, he answers. Impact: A seemingly complex question, with such a simple answer, I did it because Toan, and LOBO, both see what I see, and that is Matt Impact should be a household name, it should be THE household name of FIW. Matt Impact should be FIW Dual Crown Champion, I’m more deserving than Ragin’, than Sean Madrox, Kailey Lane, Kennedy, or even Remy Barteaux himself! And with Red Cell, this will all happen and more! Ever since Tier took control of Full Intensity Wrestling, it has been on a downward spiral, horrocore for instance, has seem to have placed a role in FIW, where it should’ve never existed, people like the Matt Impact’s have been held down and held back so that Tier could preach his own cause, and that right now is about to stop! Jeff Noon is about to ask another question, but Impact cuts in front of him, pushing him out of the cameras view to assume his own promo time. Impact: You see, Toan and LOBO both see eye-to-eye with me, they know Matt Impact should be a household name, I have this here belt, *slaps the belt on his left shoulder* and last week’s win over Remy to prove it! I deserve more than I’ve received from Tier, and it is about time I do something about it. If that means aligning myself with Toan, LOBO, Momoko, Kiyoshi, and Daisuke for the time being, so freaking be it! They all have their own personal goals, as do I, but the central goal of Red Cell is to take down Tier once and for all! I’m going to use a French Revolution metaphor for all of you historians out there, you’ll understand. Tier is FIW’s Robespierre, he gained control looking high and mighty and powerful, but when everyone thought he’d fight the role perfectly, his Reign of Terror began, we are now in that Reign of Terror, and eventually Robespierre was sent to the guillotine, and who rose only a few years later to take control of the French Empire? A young captain by the name of Napoleon Bonaparte, and I am that Napoleon Bonaparte, together Red Cell will end Tier’s reign of terror, I will become Dual Crown Champion, and Nap… and Matt Impact will rise to the top never to be defeated, I am FIW’s Napoleon, soon I will be crowned… dually, and soon the Reign of Terror will come to an end! Impact laughs a nice evil laugh, patting his title once again that lies on his shoulder, he looks at Noon, shoves him again, and walks into his locker room, leaving Noon to shrug and the camera to turn away from the corridors. CL: He’s Napoleon Bonaparte, what is this guy a god damn nut? JH: Yeah looks to me that one half of our Tag Team Champions has gone over the edge to near insanity. CM: Yeah well, the guy has two Slam! World Championships to his name, hopefully he knows what he is talking about. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] A new image suddenly sweeps across the old image of a small talking pastry chef monster, replacing it for the time being. The backstage camera crew seem to be in the make shift medical room for the night. Doctor McCoy checking on one of the FIW wrestlers at this very moment and looking rather annoyed. It turns out to be none other than Extreme Ninja #2, who is holding the Flycore Championship in his lap. Dr. McCoy: I told you to take it easy, but do you listen to me? Nooooo, like all the others, what could a guy who studied most of his twenties in medicine know any thing about my body? He rolls his eyes as Ninja continues to be silent, staring down at the silver and leather in his lap. A mixture of exhaustion and a hint of depression make up EN #2’s body’s positioning. Off camera the door to the room is heard being kicked open, bringing McCoy’s attention away from Ninja. Dr. McCoy: What the hell do you think you are doing? ??????: Don’t worry about it doc, if the door is damaged at all, I can pay for a new one for the arena, now scram. Reluctantly McCoy takes his exit as Extreme Ninja #2 turns his head to the side slightly, finding the voice quite familiar. The sound of foot steps is almost thunderous in the room due to the lack of any other noise in it. Ninja appears to be trying to avoid general eye contact with the person who is walking towards him, despite wearing a mask. Slowly a round frame walks into picture as it leans forward, bringing a oh so familiar plump sneer into view. Smarty: Long time no see, Ninja. Silence is the only answer Smarty Smark gets to his greeting as Ninja continues to look away from him. A small medical patch rests on Smarty’s forehead from where the Flycore Championship hit him two weeks back. But besides that Smarty looks in his usual nerdy and smarky mixed with business attire. Smarty: How have you been then, hmm? I see you look a bit beat up. For a second time Smarty gets nothing but silence as his answer as Extreme Ninja #2 ignores him. The Manager of Superstars growls lightly and glares at the smaller mute man. Smarty: If you are trying to be cute by not answering me, you’ve failed. I hope you remember that I still own your contract and that what I say still goes. While I think I’ve made you pay enough for what you did to me at Hellraise, don’t be stupid. As long as you keep up this little rebellious act, I’ll keep making your life more and more a living Hell. He rests one of his chubby hands on Extreme Ninja #2’s right shoulder and stands up, smirking arrogantly. Smarty: So come on, we have a press conference that we need to get t- Before he can finish the word Ninja shakes off Smarty’s hand from his shoulder and stands up. The two standing nose to masked nose more or less aside from the minor height difference. His arrogant smirk fades and the glare returns as he looks into the masked face of the second Extreme Ninja. Smarty: Are you shitting me? Are you fucking shitting me? Seriously, are you retarded or some thing? Did you not just hear what I said a minute ago? Quickly his smirk returns and he chuckles annoyingly and in a snorting like manner. Smarty: I know you don’t take off that mask often, so maybe you have a bit of a wax build up in your ears, so I’ll repeat. All is forgiven for your past wrongs against me, but you can’t keep this up. I mean, shit, look at you, you can barely stand in that very spot, you are about to fall over. You want to try and test how far I’m willing to go to make you learn your place is by my side? He gets no reaction from Ninja, but Smarty keeps up his snorting like giggles as he continues. Smarty: You were nothing before I found you, you were on a losing streak and were going to continue on that route. It was me; ye who forget so soon, that pulled you out of the mud and made you a star. I was the one that made you the center piece of the Funky Bunch; it was me that made you able to go head to head with the Dual Crown Champion, Swytch. And it was me, not you, which brought you to the promise land in the form of the FIW Cruiserweight Championship and the FIW Flycore Championship. Without me, you would have been just another Loon, a comedy act that got nowhere fast in this business. So you want to become that then? To become nothing more than a joke that is wasting every one’s time? Because say the word Ninja, say the fucking word and I’ll make you wish you never heard the word wrestlin- As he is about to finish the word, a taped up hand swings upward and slaps Smarty Smark right across the face. The rotund manager is flung backwards as he clutches his face, his eyes trembling behind his glasses. His eyes showing a mixture of shock, fear and rage at the calmly standing Extreme Ninja #2, who lowers his hand. Smarty: You piece of drizzling shit! You don’t bite the hand that feeds you, you fucking self righteous git! I’ll bring down upon you a fury the likes of which that this company and you have never seen! It’ll be so violent, so bloody and so disturbing that if they made it into a game, they’d have to find a new rating beyond Rated M! These past two weeks have only been the fucking beginning, you hear me?! Extreme Ninja #2 drops into a martial arts fighting stance, waving his hand at Smarty to bring it. But the chubby man squeals in fright and anger, storming out of the locker room. A mute deep exhale escapes EN #2’s body as he drops back down onto the medical bed. Doctor McCoy shuffles back into his temporary office, grumbling lightly under his breathe. Dr. McCoy: At least you two didn’t break any thing, so few understand how careful you need to be around my instruments. 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| Minister Wighty | Oct 19 2006, 03:57 AM Post #4 |
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MA: The Following Contest is Scheduled for One Fall, to a 15 Minute Time Limit! Introducing first, from El Paso Texas, weighing in tonight at Three Hundred and Five Pounds, he is the Death Angel… SAAAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!! 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. JH: As obvious as it is, this is the man who ended Jim O’Brien’s career… CM: Give it a rest Bitchen, least he did it style. 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 emergence 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... MA: And His Opponent, from Komachi City, Japan, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Pounds; he is your Fighting Spirit Champion, and One Half of Your Tag Team Champions of the World; Kiyoshi NAKAHAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] CL: I’m never sure what to make of this guy, On one hand CM: He’s partnered up with the greatest wrestler Slam! Ever produced. CL: But on the upside, he has does seem to bleed and cause blood, just with his bare hands. JH: And on the ‘downside’ he seems to be against everything that you stand for Conse. The rest of the chorus is drowned out by a series of blinding explosions of pyro on the stage behind him, the smoke eventually clearing to reveal a hooded figure staring at the floor. Kiyoshi Nakahata surveys the ring and the crowd. There was once a time when Kiyoshi would have seemed overwhelmed and a hobbling Daisuke would have had to drag him down to the ring; but now that time seems long gone the way that he strides towards the ring to find his destiny, brushing straight past Daisuke who maintains his pose with his hands clasped on the hilt of his sword. When he eventually gets to the ring, Kiyoshi walks up the ring steps, and around the long way to his corner over the apron, and vaults up onto his corner, sitting himself down on the top rope. As the lights finally return, Daisuke finally opens his eyes and walks down to join his brother in arms in the corner before the start of the match. [align=center]Ding Ding Ding!!![/align] The bell rings in the time-honoured fashion and we are underway in our third match of the evening. Kiyoshi throwing his coat down before stepping out to meet a grinning Samael, who waits in the centre of the ring for him, inviting him to take the first shot. With all the speed of a striking cobra, he does, with a palm strike. JH: He didn’t even blink! CM: This is going to be a long night for Impact’s other half… CL: Will be if he keeps throwing forearms that wussy. JH: They look solid enough to me and still they’re not enough to shift Samael. Three, or four forearms with the odd palm strike mixed in, still can’t take the Death Angel down. Kiyoshi takes a step back once he’s done and invites Samael to take his shot. One, well placed punch does more than all of Kiyoshi’s palm strikes & elbows. No, not quite sending him down, but almost. Of course closed fist strikes are illegal, and The Truth waves his wand at Samael, obviously threatening him with magical silliness if he continues his rule breaking ways. CL: That’s what you do to some guy trying to bitch-slap you. Punch him. Hard. JH: Need I remind you Constance, this is a Wrestling match, not an NGIW style free for all. CL & CM: Shut up, Bitchen. Since going toe to toe with the Death Angel is not a good option, Kiyoshi tries the Collar & Elbow tie up to push him back. Obviously, seeing that he gives up over 40lbs to Samael, that’s not going to work, and it’s he who is forced back; making Samael’s forward progress difficult, but not halting him, leaving the Judo King of FIW to live up to his billing and heave Samael over his hip, onto the mat and into a Kesa gatame [Scarf hold], which is, after some inspection, does put both of Samael’s shoulders down. [align=center]On- Not Worth Counting![/align] Given that Samael has enough power to kick his shoulders 6 inches off the floor, with someone on top of him, Kiyoshi forsakes the pin and shifts to grounded headlock with the arm still hooked, wrenching back as hard as he can, almost bridging into the hold, leaving the Death Angel to kick himself up, around, and any direction he likes, even half heartedly slapping at his opponent, but with his near arm trapped and his other arm trying to belt Kiyoshi with his shoulder in the way, ending in more of a flapping motion; all he can do is put his foot on the ropes for the break. Which is given immediately, with Kiyoshi still rubbing his jaw from the earlier punch as he surveys his opponent making his way to his feet. He’s still rubbing his jaw when Samael charges at him, flailing away with those stiff, stiff punches, sending him wobbling back into a corner… CL: Dammit, where’s the blood in this match? JH: Looks like there’s a trickle coming down from Nakahata’s nose if that’ll make you feel any better. I know it’s not up to your lofty standards but… CL: **Sighs Happily** CM: Do you realise how much you just sounded like the kid who’s just had a piss in the swimming pool? I think you better go change your pants, man. With that happy thought, back to the match, and Samael pounding away at Kiyoshi’s gut with his huge shoulder repeatedly, then pasting him to the turnbuckles with a clothesline. Kiyoshi’s comeback is about as effective as Samael’s while in the grounded headlock, and amounts to the same: a bit of half assed flapping in the general direction of his face. All in all, he’d have been better to save his energy as he gets whipped full speed back around into the turnbuckle he was in to start with; bounced chest first off the corner, falling back into Samael’s Backdrop Suplex, into something of a lazy cover. [align=center]One! Two!! Kick Out!!![/align] Dragging Kiyoshi up by his shockingly white hair, and shooting him off the ropes, Samael goes to run him down with a shoulder block, yet Kiyoshi’s not so beat up that he can’t take it without falling. He needs a few steps backwards, but he can soak it up, and apparently some more as well. Samael obliges with another shoulder block, which Kiyoshi again manages to absorb, and replies with his own running shoulder. That at least is the plan; Samael steps out the way and throws a Kitchen Sink at him, sending him head over heels onto the deck with an impressive sounding Thud. Not finished dishing out, The Death Angel drags him up just enough to absolutely waste him with a knee lift to the side of the head. CM: Huh? What’s up with Samael? He not feel he’s hitting him hard enough? CL: **Yawns** Tell me when he is then… Samael’s even more bemused when he lifts Kiyoshi up to punch him back down, when he pulls his punch; only to find Kiyoshi hitting the deck anyway. CM: You what?!? JH: Well Chip, he was using his Breakfalls, or Ukemi, to roll with the blow and make Samael think he was being hurt more than he was. CM: But why’d he do that? He’s on the ground and Samael’s on his feet Oh wait, I see… Nope, I don’t. Who the hell wants rolling ankle holdy things in their matches? CL: You see Chippendale, there are these things that these Wrestling Types use called Submission Holds; The Doughboy over there is now attempting to… CM: Yeah, yeah, whatever… This is more like it… The Rolling Heel Cross hasn’t quite worked out how ‘The Doughboy’ would have liked. Samael’s back on one knee, and has twisted around so that he can pummel Kiyoshi with forearms, much the same way the 16th FSC did to his last challenger, the 12th & 14th FSC. With his arms shielding his face from the raining blows of the 10th FSC, Kiyoshi has to let go of Samael’s leg with his hands, although his legs are still tangled up, so the Death Angel can’t quite get any kind of recognised mount on. Kiyoshi eventually manages to pull Samael towards him… CL: Woah… That was the prettiest thing I’ve seen tonight without any kind of Light tube, Razor wire or other sharp object… Just what was it though? JH: Looked to me like some sort of Small Package… CM: Hur Hur… CL: Quiet, Philistine… And then into a Cross Arm-breaker. Unfortunately for Kiyoshi, Brute Force almost overcomes technique, Samael agonisingly drags himself back to his feet to haul Kiyoshi up; who just goes dead. With his arm in too much pain to be worth lifting Kiyoshi up any further than a few inches, The Death Angel drops him down and starts punishing his impudence with knees to the back; an effective way to deal with someone who already has a healthy respect for your strikes. Kiyoshi rolls away, and as he does so gets thrown almost straight upwards, into a slightly wobbly [thanks to the Juji on Samael’s arm,] Military Press. Samael straightens his arm out and strikes a pose with Kiyoshi in the air before hurling him across the ring. CM: See where all that doughy Jap prick’s “submission” work has got him? Nowhere! Hear me? Nowhere! It looks that way as Kiyoshi drags himself back to his feet and snorts some of the blood now starting to stream from his nose at Samael’s feet. The display of defiance gets him nought but a Yakuza Kick in the face, sending him rolling away, but he forces himself up one more time, to spin out of the way of a clothesline and to belt Samael with a Lariat of his own! Samael just laughs it off. He fires off a second with his other arm, and when he see that had a similar effect, he sends the Death Angel into a Space Tornado Kiyoshi, and hooks his arm, putting all his weight over Samael’s chest for the pin: [align=center]One! Two!! Samael Powers Out at 2.9!!![/align] Samael, seemingly shrugging off everything he’s just taken [2 Lariats and an STK,] has time to blink before Kiyoshi comes at him once more, but once more he gets thrown up into the air for a slightly less shaky looking Military Press, this time down into a Spinebuster. CM: Ha! Unholy Trinity! I could watch that all night so long as there was no-one to say it… CL: You mean Spine-shat- CM: Shut Up! JH: Actually Chip, I think Samael’s saying he could do exactly that… CL: That’s ok, because Kiyoshi seems to be trying to say that he could take it all night. CM: Hur Hur… But seriously; who’s he kidding? He’s so dazed he can’t get up, and he can’t even form a proper sentence in American. JH: English. While the commentators argue about the name of the language Samael takes Kiyoshi up on his offer, but before he gets him up a second time, Kiyoshi sends a few overhand chops at the arm he was working over before. That rebellion is quickly put down with a few stomps and with a shake of the arm, Kiyoshi’s back up for a second Unholy Trinity and on the way down… CM: Oh shit, when’s he gonna quit with his submission crap? Come on Jonathon, what do you call this one? JH: A hanging Triangle Choke, but I think he might be trying to chicken-wing that damaged arm. CM: **Rolls eyes** So we’ll call it a Kentucky Fried Triangle then. The chicken-wing only lasts until Kiyoshi gets dropped across Samael’s knee, but the legs around his throat remain, trying to choke the life out him, and Samael eventually can’t maintain the energy to keep on a vertical base, instead wailing away at Kiyoshi with everything he has left, before one last Herculean effort worthy of the title of FIW’s Monster hauling Kiyoshi up… and up… and wobbling to the side as Kiyoshi twists his arm around once more… and right to the top, setting his feet… Eating Kesa-giri Chop after Kesa-giri Chop all the way up and eventually, agonisingly toppling slowly back, trying to step back to the ropes or anything that will get the tenacious Fighting Spirit Champion [and, as Chip Martin would have you believe, the weaker of the Tag Champions,] off, but it’s just not enough, The Monster is eventually brought down, and fading fast, before the only thing he can do to avoid the ignominy of a stretcher to the back is… [align=center]Tap, Tap, Tap!!! Ding, Ding, Ding!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner, by submission, Kiyoshi NAAAKAAAHAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAA!!! With Rusty Nail blaring out over the PA, Daisuke storms the ring with the black box and Kiyoshi’s half of the Tag Titles, and hands them to his client, who salutes the crowd with the box; some applaud the effort, some just boo because he’s a heel. Whatever the reaction, he walks up the aisle to the back, Daisuke taunting Samael every step of the way. Kiyoshi pulls him back by his ponytail to tell him to leave it, and shakily walks to the back, letting fans high-five the box. This leaves an Irate Samael pushing ring-boys with magic spray off him and storming through the crowd to his dressing room. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] CL: This next match is going to be fucking horrible. JH: I may not be a fan of hardcore wrestling, but I wouldn’t say that. It has some serious potential to be a good match. CM: Yeah, plus, my boy Toan is taking it home tonight. CL: No it won’t, I hate Toan, I hate Kenny and I loath Onikage, I’m going to be fucking miserable during this match. CM: Blasphemy! Toan is the greatest, bow to him peon, bow to him right now, you will KNEEL BEFORE ZOD! JH: I’m personally rooting for Kenny, since if he can beat either man this could be the break out victory to send him into the higher rankings of FIW. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, we are ready for the next scheduled contest on this edition of ReVolt. It is set for one fall to a finish with a fifth teen minute time limit and it will be contested under hardcore rules! Your official for this contest is Mark Jackson! 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 lights become a soft blue as the soft yet haunting tune slowly becomes distorted and it takes a few moments for it to clear up. Once it does, it sounds like it has seemingly transited from one melody to another as a new man’s voice sings. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet…[/align] As soon as the last word is uttered the music picks up and the quick paced yet harmonic song “Simple Survival” kicks in. The ReVolTron springs to life with various images of Onikage’s in-ring career as well as various disturbing and distorted images. Jeers shower the arena from the fans packing it as they await the arrival of the man. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet… The shadow within me… Gonna lead the revival… No Simple Survival for me[/align] Within the sea of humanity a small reaction from people on the bottom level occurs, many of them trying to make it to a center point within the sea. Slowly a figure becomes visible in with all of these FIW fans, a figure that is getting a heated welcome. The enigmatic masked man pushes his way through them, making it to the fencing. He leaps over it and slides into the ring, the Savior of Sorrow soaking in all of this hatred. Onikage sits in the corner as he leans his head back against the middle turnbuckle. CM: Shame Tier didn’t let him have another week off…or two….or three…or about fifty… CL: Better than the fucker being in here with us and we having to put up with his voice. JH: While he may be coming off of a lose, I wouldn’t put it past him to possibly scoring the victory in this match. MA: Introducing first…He hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds and stands at six feet and two inches…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! CM: Why? This isn’t even his own kind of match, weapons are allowed and all that jazz. JH: True, and while that may be a disadvantage, Onikage has shown in the past normally he knows how to equalize the situation. CL: Plus his recent changes further put his opponents at a disadvantage as no one in this crap hole knows what the fuck he might pull. The infamous quote from The Boondock Saints is heard around the arena... [align=center]"For a few seconds... this place was Armageddon! There was a FIRE FIGHT!!! Reach out and touch faith![/align] 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 along with the Red Cell mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado, alongside him 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 Toan lowers his arms and walks down the walkway, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur as LOBO follows nearby… LOBO takes his position at ringside as Toan reaches the apron and slides into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure. Toan then hops down, remove his shades and ring jacket, throws them to LOBO on the outside before leaning in his corner for the match to start. CL: Talk about a cock stain I might just dislike a bit more than the bastard that came out before him and thus put him on level with Loon in my hatred, is this fucker. CM: How can you say that?! Toan is our Personal Jesus! The Hardcore Wrestling Zeus! The in-ring leader of Red Cell! CL: More like that little troll at ringside is the true leader, fucking Hoggle look-a-like. MA: And introducing his opponent…He hails from The Kingdom of Pain and is accompanied by fellow Red Cell member, LOBO Malvado and he weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty five pounds and stands at six feet exact…HE! IS! TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!! JH: Hoggle? What the bloody hell is that a reference to? CM: If you don’t know, you simply aren’t cool enough to tell what it is a reference to, Bitchen. CL: For once, I agree with Chip, if you don’t know that, then I should summon a Bowie monster to eat you…or marry your fucking mother. The opening jams of The Offspring's "Staring at the Sun" rock our ear-holes with their smoovness before our good friend Dexter Holland begins crooning. [align=center]Maybe life is like a ride on the freeway Dodgin' bullets while you're tryin' to find your way Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings me down, but I won't let them If I seem bleak Well you'd be correct And if I don't speak It's cause I can't disconnect But I won't be Burned by the reflection Of the fire in your eyes As you're starin' at the sun [/align] The music stops and there's an EXPLOSION of pyro before it picks back up, jamming into the bridge. Kenny Freemonte steps out through the smoke left behind by the pyros to raise both arms to the adoring fans. 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. JH: While the last two weeks have been a rocky step in Kenny’s career, this could be the night where he changes all of that. If he were to pick up a victory over the former longest reigning Extreme Chaos Champion or a former three time Tag Team Champion of the World, it could definitely increase his worth in FIW. CM: To mock your culture, not bloody likely that Pollock will get the W over the Hardcore Jesus, maybe if he’s lucky Toan’ll back off Onikage’s remains long enough for him to steal the win. CL: I just wish right now Tier would reveal he set explosives under the ring and laugh evilly as he blew up all three of them. Body parts scattering far and wide along with blood…mhmmm…that would make my day. MA: And introducing the final opponent…He hails from Bremerton, Washington and weighs in tonight at one hundred and seventy three pounds and stands at five feet and six inches…HE! IS! KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY FRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOONNNNNNTE~!!! CM: Of course Toan would raise from the dead a few days later though, so that would solve nothing but making him a stronger problem for Tier. JH: A Christ AND Jedi reference all in one, good job Chip. CL: Pfffft, if he became a Jedi Spirit, Tier wouldn’t need to worry for shit about him, all he’d need to do is call Bill Murphy and Dan Aykroyd and they’d take care of Toan then. [align=center]Mark explains the rules, or lack there of, to all three parties as he tries to keep his eyes on all of them. After each nods their head, acknowledging that they understand the rules, he calls for the bell and the match to get under way. DING DING DING~!!![/align] Toan dives out of the ring and to ringside where LOBO quickly advances on him, the two discussing some thing as the fans jeer in his direction. Kenny looks around in confusion as he stares at the two men at ringside, wondering what is going on with his opponent. He isn’t left with much time to wonder though since a massive forearm clubs him upside the head that belongs to Onikage. As Freemonte’s body hits the canvas like a stack of potatoes, for any one paying attention, Toan and LOBO have both disappeared under the ring. Course, Onikage isn’t paying what those two are up to any mind as he drops to the canvas, scoring with a fist drop to the side of Kenny’s wrist and hand. CM: What the heck is going on?! Toan, our savior, LOBO, you brilliant hobbit, where are you going?! JH: Their outside the ring actions have left Kenny open to attack, and it would seem Onikage is already picking apart his foe! CL: Fuck, don’t tell me those three cum drinkers are in on this together. JH: That very well could be a possibility! Toan and LOBO could’ve gotten to Onikage! We’ve seen just how far their words can sway some one, having Kiyoshi and Matt Impact join their camp recently! CM: What?! Onikage in Red Cell?! Never! LOBO and Toan would never stoop to having Onikage in their faction! CL: Besides, there is a unwritten rule that factions can only have up to two persons in them that’s names are hard as fuck to learn how to pronounce. And Nakahata and Daisuke fill that void already in Red Cell. Freemonte groans as he shakes his hand while rolling away from his larger foe, trying to create some space between the two of them in a panic. The near mirror opposite is Onikage, who calmly sits up and pushes himself up to his feet. Philly’s ever vocal fans let the Savior of Sorrow know just what they think of him. But he ignores them as he follows after Kenny’s rolling body, which stops only after he reaches the ropes. His hand extends to grab a hold of the smaller man, but Kenny manages to swat it away as he tries to get to his feet. JH: Kenny’s still in this thing! CL: S-fucking-well. CM: I’m more worried about Toan and LOBO, they are down under there for quite a long time. JH: It wouldn’t surprise me if they are waiting down there until one of these two men wears the other out. That way Toan can roll back into the ring fresh and finish off the weakened, but still remaining one. CM: Bite your tongue, Bitchen! Toan is not a coward! CL: Yup, Toad, excuse me, Toan, isn’t a coward, that’s why he fucking surrounds himself with a small army of other wrestlers, yup, perfectly god damn sense there. Despite being a bit woozy from the running forearm, Kenny gets to his feet and in the blink of an eye leaps up, delivering a dropkick. The kick sends Onikage staggering backwards as Freemonte advances and leaps into the air, turning slightly before he does. His bottom collides with the masked oddity’s chest as he takes him down with the butt bump. Once again Freemonte manages to land on his feet, but had a bit of trouble doing so as he stumbles to the side and back towards the ropes. Though he doesn’t go far as he steadies himself, and waves to the fans as they cheer, he doesn’t even see the light tube coming until it shatters over his skull. CL: What the fucking fuck was that?! CM: It’s LOBO! JH: What the hell is he wearing on his waist?! Are those…sword sheaths?! CM: Maybe Daisuke loaned him some of his swords! CL: Those certainly don’t look like fucking swords in those sheaths! JH: That’s why, at least for LOBO, the two members of Red Cell went under the ring! But where’s Toan?! Several gasps and screams of horror ring out as Kenny takes a few weak steps forward, his legs shaking like spaghetti noodles as the attacker slides into the ring. Jackson tries to tell LOBO to get out but the mastermind of Red Cell ignores him as he lifts up the remains of the light tube. With only the tip that broke off missing, he cracks the light tube over the top of Kenny’s skull again, this time the entire thing shattering. Freemonte hits the ground like a ton of bricks as blood starts to trickle out of his head. LOBO pulls out two more light tubes from the several sheaths hooked to his belt and flips them in his hands like swords. CM: Ah ha! LOBO just told that little midget off! JH: Oh my god! There are pieces of glass stuck in Kenny’s head! CL: Normally, since I hate Red Cell, I’d object to this, but it’s Kenny, so all I can say is…BUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JH: How can you live with yourself?! CL: I don’t have to, Sybil does, ha, I crack myself up. CM: Wait! What does that fool think he is doing?! A few murmurs rush through the fans in attendance as the leather masked man brings his body back up to a vertical base. LOBO and he eye one another, LOBO still idly swinging his light tubes like katanas as Onikage takes in what happened. Without warning the sXe Artist rushes towards the light tuber wielder in a blind rage. Malvado just shakes his head in disappointment as he brings a light tube down in Onikage’s direction. But rather than connecting with his skull, Onikage brings up his arm, roaring in pain as the glass pierces his forearm’s flesh. JH: This is horrible! This is disgusting! LOBO is ruining this match that could be a wonderfully competitive conte- CL: Fully fucking sick! Look at that shit! There are huge chunks sticking in his arm! CM: What a dumb ass! What did he think was going to happen when he stuck his arm up and put it against the glass?! CL: No one ever said for all his workrate that Onikage was the brightest candle in the…Chanukah’s…candle arrangement…shit….thing JH: …You don’t know what it is called, do you? CM: Shut it, Bitchen, who cares if he doesn’t know what it is? He is right and knows about one thing, Onikage is a retard. Surprisingly the Savior of Sorrow keeps rushing forward; LOBO just barely manages to swing his other light tube in time. This time it is the other arm that lifts up and protects Onikage’s cranium. However it sends him back a few steps, though he still tries to advance once more, LOBO scrambles to pull out another light tube. Recklessly he slashes with the light tube, Onikage bats the light tube away but it shatters on his arm any ways. Still fighting through the pain he drives his glass shards covered forearm into LOBO’s ugly mug, Malvado screeches in pain as some of the glass yanks out of Onikage’s arm and into his face! CL: Shit! Look at all that glorious blood! It is splashing and scattering all over the two of them! JH: Onikage has his hands on LOBO now and I think that the slimy worm is going to regret ever involving himself in this match! CM: I wouldn’t count on that. JH: Why would you say that Chip? CL: Yeah, who the fuck is going to save that bastard? CM: Him. As he points it out to his co-workers, Toan slides into the ring on the opposite side, wielding a small sickle he seems to have borrowed from Momoko. He sprints across the ring and lifts up the curved blade, driving it into Onikage’s back as hard as he can. The masked man howls as a large cut goes from his shoulder to the opposite bottom corner of his lower back. Weakly he falls onto LOBO who gets out from under him as Toan and he regroup; they discuss some thing between them as the fans jeer loudly. Toan casually walks over to his fallen masked foe and plants the tip of the sickle in the center of Onikage’s spine as LOBO charges towards the ropes. CM: Yes! Yes! Red Cell is schooling this match and is going to take it home! While there was a minor bump in the road, tonight will be a night for celebration for Red Cell! CL: Fuck! Oh fucking hell! The blood! The sweet sacred crimson nectar! It is a pouring baby, a pouring! Sybil better be ready for some rough and painful sex when this show is a fucking wraps! JH: Please try and avoid from discussing your sex life on air, Conse. CL: Fuck you! Fuck you up your elitist smark ass, Bitchen! JH: I’ll have you know I’m not related in any way to Smarty Smark! Besides, we have more important matters at hand, like Toan and LOBO trying to cripple Onikage! CM: Oh Jonathon, how naïve thou are. For further measures of pissing off this crowd, LOBO stops in mid-run towards the ropes to bring up his out stretched arms to the sides of him. Striking a pose that is quite familiar from a certain wrestler in a former promotion from this area that gets “Fuck you” chant going. Malvado sneers at the crowd as he springs off of the ropes and nears Toan and Onikage’s limp body. Except, he never gets to them, a pair of legs out stretch themselves and wrap around one of his, bringing him down with a drop toe hold. Before Toan can even fully turn around to see what the noise was he gets clobbered by a leg lariat sending a steel chair right against his skull! JH: It’s Kenny! CL: May Cthulu infest that brat’s stomach with evil demon spawn children! CM: Glad to see that Red Cell has converted you, Conse. CL: Not a fucking chance of that happening, whore, just I enjoy watching Onikage in pain and some thing like that would’ve been in general. JH: You do seem to visit the most morbid of sites from what little I’ve seen of you surfing the net. CM: The internet is only good for porn and role playing boards. FIW’s fanbase cheers as Freemonte kips up to his feet, smiling brightly as he races towards LOBO who is stumbling up to his feet. The Red Cell’s mouthpiece notice his sheathes has fallen and starts to lean over to pick them up, but never gets to. In mid-running Kenny hooks LOBO and connects with a charging STO right onto the sheathed light tubes! Malvado screeches out in pain as he arches his back and rolls out of the ring, trying to brush the pieces of glass off of his back. Once again Kenny kips up to his feet and turns around right into a lariat from Toan that sends him flipping through the air! CL: There goes Toan’s advantage. CM: Jesus Bomber! That looked like it turned that little twat inside out! JH: Kenny was on fire for a moment there, and neutralized LOBO, but Toan struck back with a passion! CM: I wouldn’t call it passion, more like extreme fury over Kenny getting in his way yet again. CL: I’d be pissed if Kenny kept getting in the way of some one I wanted to sodomize too. JH: Erm…I don’t think Toan wants to…do that to Onikage, I think he just wants to badly hurt him. Jeers come back in full force for the Hardcore Jesus, except he only treats them with a rather unkind hand gesture that suggests sticking some thing some where. He swiftly soccer kicks Freemonte on the mid-section, resulting in him gasping in air. Annoyance crosses over his expression as he kicks Kenny again, this time getting the result he wanted, for him to roll over onto his back. Toan drops down to one knee over the youngster’s fallen form and pulls some thing out of his jeans’ pocket. Quickly and repeatedly the Garbage Wrestling Zeus uses a stapler on Kenny’s groin several times to howls from Freemonte! CM: Ha! He is spading the punk like a mutt! CL: Could we see some…GROINAL BLOOD?! JH: God I hope not. CM: It’s kind of disturbing that you are so excited to see that kind of blood, Conse. JH: My thoughts exactly. CL: Hey, I just want to see if Kenny will blade there or Toan will do it the old and hard way. Mark can only watch on along with the fans as Toan cackles in delight as he continues to drive the staples into Kenny’s groin. In a blind and last ditch effort to free him from this agony, a tears soaked eyes Kenny slugs Toan across the face. The Hardcore Zeus drops to the side as Kenny rolls out of the ring, dropping to a crouching position. Carefully he tries to yank the staples out and even pulls open his tights, checking to see if any went right through. Out of the corner of his eye, Freemonte notices Onikage limping towards him and spins around, throwing a back hand chop, only for Onikage to duck and his hand strike the ring post! JH: Kenny is going through a pain no self respecting wrestler should have to go through! CL: Are you trying to say men like Tier and Dante Coles aren’t self respected wrestlers? CM: Dante who? JH: Well…no, but that doesn’t make it right for wrestlers to have to go through that type of pain. CM: Tell that to Toan and Momoko, and Kiyoshi, Matt Impact who have all gone through hell in their career. CL: Shit, yeah, a fucking groin shot is nothing compared to what some have gone through, even, though I think they are both shitheads, the two guys Kenny is facing. Graver’s protégé cries out in pain as he wags his hand and wrist, wagging a big target onto them in Onikage’s eyes. He snatches the smaller man’s hand by the wrist and slams it down against the apron. Before Kenny can get too far away as he groans in pain, Onikage interlocks his fingers with Freemonte’s. The Savior of Sorrow twists the arm and wrist as he flips Kenny in a Judo manner and crouches down behind him. With the twisting like hold still on the young man’s wrist, Onikage applies pressure to it, making it a make shift submission of sorts. CL: What the fuck is this shit?! Didn’t any one give Onikage the memo that this is a hardcore match, not a technical snoozefest?! CM: Yawn-o-rama. JH: I may not like him, but this is a brilliant strategy on Onikage’s part in an attempt to secure victory. Targeting the hand and wrist Kenny hurt earlier in the match and then hurt further when it struck the ring post. CM: It does get rid of things like those nasty chops. JH: As well as it prevents Kenny from doing much as he can’t lift many things with just one hand. CL: I’m still holding out for that whole Tier blowing them all up scenario. Mean while in the ring, away from the submission situation, a certain would-be deity of Hardcore stirs and shakes his head free of any cobwebs. His eyes dart around the ring, trying to register where his opponents are, but he doesn’t find them. The aged brow forwards as he looks around more closely and spots them outside the ring. A plan starts to form in that wicked mind as he picks up the steel chair Kenny used on him earlier. Not wasting a single second he races towards that side of the ring, launching under the top rope and performing a suicide topei as he drives the steel chair into Onikage’s face, freeing Kenny! CM: Ow-ow-ow-OUCH~!!! JH: Suicide Topei with a steel chair of all things as his buffer! CL: Ha! He nearly beheaded Onikage! JH: All three men are out on the floor! The first one to get to their feet could possibly be the one that wins this thing! CL: Don’t over react, it could still be far from done and probably is, fucking commentators with their overuse of hyperbole. CM: At least Toan saved us from having to sit through any more of that submission stuff. Jackson slides out of the ring and looks over all three of them, the men looking like they had just been in a car wreck. LOBO’s limping form starts to make its way over towards them but he waits in the shadows, not stepping in right away. Toan is the first to get to his feet which gets approval from LOBO and jeers from the fans. The second one man up is Kenny, which brings four cheers from the fans until Toan slams Kenny’s arm against the fencing. With Kenny wincing in pain, the Hardcore Jesus brings him close and hooks him, lifting him up into the air and driving him head first into the ringside floor and sitting down for the cover! JH: Damn it! Spider in the Brain! CM: Woo! Yes! CL: Fuck’s sake. [align=center]1![/align] JH: These men have ravaged each other’s bodies, and I don’t think any of them should be ashamed of losing at this point. CM: I think any one but Toan should be. CL: No, losing to Toan should be what they are ashamed of. [align=center]2![/align] JH: Well, it looks like Red Cell as much as I’d hate to say it is two and one now. CM: Soon to be three and one once Matt is done with Maj. CL: Right, Tahal is going to fucking murder Impact. [align=center]3!!! NO! ONIKAGE MADE THE SAVE![/align] JH: I don’t believe it! With a, still bleeding, huge wound on his back and glass shards and wounds on his arms, Onikage made the save! CM: Damn you, you fucking masked freak! CL: Hey, hey, hey, HEY…I’m the only one who says fuck and it’s various variations around here, get your own gimmick buddy. Both members of Red Cell look on in shock as Onikage and Toan scramble to their feet, trying to beat the other to them. Toan is the first one to his feet and rushes at the masked oddity, looking for another Jesus Bomber. Instead he finds a hand around his throat and lifting him up into the air, and driving him back first onto the point of a knee. The Hardcore Jesus is K.O.ed after that xXx, and Freemonte is next up as he gets to his feet. Onikage snatches his weakened arm and turns, turning his back to Kenny and dropping, connecting with a stunner style armbreaker on Freemonte before making the cover! CL: Oh fuck no! JH: Onikage just neutralized the threat of Red Cell interfering with his attempt at the pin fall! CM: Not quite! Get ‘em LOBO! [align=center]1![/align] CL: Fuck yes! Stop that count you dwarf looking freak! JH: With that limp, I’m not sure if he’ll make it in time. CM: God damn it! Run Malvado, run! [align=center]2![/align] CL: Damn it! His tiny legs can’t carry all that fat quick enough! JH: Well, these three have ravaged each other, so there in no shame in lo- CM: Oh shut the hell up with that good sportsmanship crap, Bitchen! [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] CL: Ffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!! JH: And we have our winner folks. CM: This isn’t fair! Recount! I demand a recount! MA: Your winner by pin fall…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! ”Simple Survival” by Mushroomhead starts blasting over the sound system as the fans jeer heavily the decision. Onikage sits up from Kenny’s fallen and whimpering frame as Mark lifts up his hand in victory. But quickly the Straight Edge Artist falls back forward from a blow to the back of the head. Graver stands over the fallen frames of his friend of sorts and his enemy with a Boken wrapped in barbed wire! JH: It’s Graver! CL: Oh sweet Buddha, thank you! CM: Hey! He isn’t in this match! LOBO quickly pulls Toan’s limp form away from the scene as Graver smirks, swinging the wooden katana around in his hand. His expression instantly shifts to rage as he drives the sword down against the ample cut on Onikage’s back, further shredding it. The Savior of Sorrow howls in agony as Graver yanks the Boken off of Onikage’s flesh. Swiftly he flicks the Boken, allowing the few drops of blood on it to fly off. CL: Fully fucking sick! Those Boken shots look nasty! JH: Do you think he even knows what that is he is using? CM: …Probably not, probably just thought it looked cool. Mark and some security start to circle around the three, but Graver swings the Boken at them threateningly. Once they’ve backed off he starts kicking Onikage, aiming at his rib cage and kidneys mostly. After that, he gives Onikage one last slash with the barbed wire wrapped Boken across the chest, ripping the flesh on it apart for good measure. He notices the security guards closing in and decides it’s time to scram. Graver scoops up Kenny and helps him to the back quickly before security gets them as the referee checks on Onikage. CM: He may have won the match, but he certainly doesn’t look like much of a winner now. JH: This is deplorable actions on Graver’s part! CL: I fucking love it! Ha, ha! Fucker got what he deserved! You don’t mess with the Minister of Awesomocity or his man-slave. |
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| Minister Wighty | Oct 19 2006, 05:16 AM Post #5 |
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The arena lights drop and save for a few camera flashes, we are left with nothing. Guitars begin grinding over the sound system, eventually giving way to Marilyn Manson’s eerie vocals. [align=center]Boys and girls of every age Wouldn't you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see This our town of Halloween[/align] Previously unseen girls come dancing out as the stage lights glow a soft blue. They’re clad in stiff cloth hoods and black and silver metal bikinis that look something like Princess Leia’s outfit from Return of the Jedi. CL: What the fuck is going on? CM: I dunno, but I’m likin’ it! The girls prance about for a bit as a rickety, wooden coffin is slowly rolled out onto the stage. CL: Oh, christ… it’s Nightmare. Didn’t we get enough of him tonight? Fog begins to flood the walkway as the girls bend down and lift the coffin together like sexy, sexy pallbearers. They step lively down the stairs and walk to the ring, still plenty of prance in their heels as they make their way. The two ladies in front set the coffin down against the ring apron and slither into the ring, making sure to accent their ample, pale assets as they twist about the ropes to climb inside. The girls in the back tilt the coffin and slide it upward, the girls inside catching it and pulling it the rest of the way in. All four girls meet in the ring in a sexy, sexy fashion, standing the coffin upright, so that whoever would be inside would be standing up. [align=center]This is Halloween, everybody scream Won’t ya please make way for a very special guy Our man Jack is King of the pumpkin patch Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King NOW! This is Halloween! This is Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! In this town... we call home... everyone hail to the Pumpkin Song[/align] Screaming and chanting fly out at a crescendo as the lights turn red and the lid of the coffin breaks into splinters. Out from the wooden prison steps a man in a long, crimson leather coat with a flaming pumpkin head. Through the flames we can see carved in the gourdflesh a familiar X-eyed face. The man's arms extended to either side, his flaming head burning like a terrible torch as the girls prance around him. They each take a corner and begin bowing to him in an “I’m not worthy” fashion. The lights suddenly die as the music screeches and cackling is heard. The burning of the flaming pumpkinhead is also extinguished, plunging us into darkness. CL: Well… that was fun. What the fuck just happened? JH: Why don’t you shut up until the lights come back on? CL: Because I’m a grumpy Gus. The lights raise again, and revealed as our secret pumpkin man is the Immortal, Eternal Red! The fans cheer/boo, as they are wont to do, and Tier raises a mic to his smiling lips. Tier: OK, kids… confession time. The audience stills a bit to give Tier some decibels to work with. Tier: I am now, always was, and always will be… one person. One entity. No differentiation between Scott and Tier. No line between God and man. They are one and the same… they are all… me. Gasp! Actually, no, the crowd doesn’t give that reaction. They knew that. They’re not dumb. CM: So he’s finally catching up with the rest of us? Good show, GM. Tier actually smirks. Tier: I know, I know. You knew that. You‘re smarter than most of the talent around here gives you credit for. But I felt that now was finally the time to come out and say it. So… Tier begins walking about the ring, and we harken back to the FIW days of yore. JH: Tier seems MUCH more jovial than usual tonight. Tier: … if I‘m not two people, then what remains of Tier? What indeed. I am still more powerful than reality would let you believe. I could still pull the life from your lungs and float around this arena like I was weightless. But that would be far too vulgar a display of power. I‘m past the point in my life where I must use what everyone else does NOT have to exert my dominance. Tier turns around and makes a wide, sweeping gesture with his arms. Tier: Does this mean I‘m going to start being a harsh bully of a general manager? No. Because… I am stepping down from the position for now. JH: What!? CL: BOLLOCKS! CM: There is some GOOD decision making going on tonight! Tier: The position is going to be filled in by a dear friend of mine who‘s actually been working anonymously within the company for some time. I just couldn‘t stand being in power with something so… unforgivable dancing in front of my face. Tier’s expression finally sours. Tier: This stable known as Red Cell. This little… four-man wrecking crew. This group that‘s decided to bring the “purity“ back to hardcore wrestling. I‘m out here to ask you one… fucking… question; WHAT PURITY!? Hardcore wrestling is about blood, destruction, and VIOLENCE! And unless these fans have changed their opinions of me… I am STILL. The GOD. Of VIOLENCE. A pretty decent reaction from the crowd who is getting swept up into the energy of this promo. Tier: I‘m laying down a challenge. Two weeks from now… at Hallowe‘Volt… I want RED CELL. Momoko, Toan, Matt Impact, and Kiyoshi Nakahata… versus me! HARDCORE RULES. Tier grins madly at the camera as his new music kicks back in. The women have long since slinked away from ringside, so Tier simply leaps over the top rope and over the fence into the crowds, escaping through his people. JH: Well, our semi-main event is next… Matt Impact, the newest member of Red Cell, against Maj Tahal who’s not been on a very good streak as of late. CL: Oh, for Jehovah’s sake… CM: Why is it you’re such a dick all the time? Every time we have someone you don’t like it’s just minge, minge, minge… JH & CL: … CM: …that doesn’t sound quite right… Nonetheless, Michael Anderson takes centre stage in the ring with the house microphone in his hand… MA: Ladies and gentlemen… are you ready for our semi-main event of the evening? Quite a few pops come from the Phillie crowd… MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit… 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: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing two-hundred and forty pounds… 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 firey crowd. Maj continues the swap shop of curses, until he finally gives up on the crowd, and jumps off the turnbuckle. General Kumar gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Maj then waits for the match to begin. MA: And his opponent… from Staten Island, New York… weighing in at two-hundred and eighty-six pounds… MATT IMPA-A-ACT!!! The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a white spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to get up on their feet, throw up their middle fingers, boo the holy hell, and basically do all they can do as a crowd to boo one of the biggest pompous assholes there is!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact wearing his usual wrestling attire and t-shirt over his sweaty body sporting the latest logos, and as soon as Impact steps foot out of the curtain and onto the concrete stage the crowds boos somehow manage to grow louder. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd as on the sides of the camera you can see fans sticking their arms over the fencing as long as possible to get their middle finger seen on camera pointing at the arrogant Impact. He just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he walks up the steel steps, walking across the black FIW logo apron to the center before entering the ring over the black middle rope. [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his right fist into his chest before kissing it and lifting it into the air as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle, to that, the crowd responds with more middle fingers and boos, he then hops off the second turnbuckle, and moves to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way grabs off his t-shirt and then comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the lights turn on and he grabs his dropped t-shirt and taunts the crowd by pretending to throw it at them, but smirks as he hands it to a ring official outside the ring. He then goes to the nearest corner leaning against it fixing his trunks, pads, and boots and stretching out a bit before the match. MA: Your referee for this contest is Richard Kelly. The ever popular referee gets a few cheers from the crowd as Michael Anderson exits the ring… Richard Kelly asks both wrestlers if they’re ready before signalling for the bell… [align=center]DING-DING-DING!!![/align] Matt and Maj entail themselves in the rudimentary circling of the ring before tying up in the centre of the ring… Impact has the obvious strength advantage and muscles Maj into a corner turnbuckle with ease. Richard Kelly calls for a break, but Impact is taking his sweet time before suddenly raring back for a punch but Maj ducks under it and rolls back into the centre of the ring, giving a mocking motion to bring it to the near three-hundred pound powerhouse. JH: Maj dodging the bullet… CM: And probably starting the mind games with that taunt. CL: Whoop-di-do… CM: Was that a hint of sarcasm I just detected? JH: Are you kidding? This baby is off the charts… Impact comes out of the corner to tie up with Maj who does so, suddenly catches him in a back hammerlock… Impact attempts to grab a head or perhaps a handful of hair of the Indian of Mass Destruction but Maj is wise enough to avoid the huge arms of the former FIW World Champion. Matt attempts to charge forwards but is cut off by Maj converting the hammerlock into a side headlock, really wrenching it in… Maj suddenly is lifted up by one half of the FIW World Tag Team Champions in Matt Impact whilst he still has the head in clinch! CL: Dead man walking… or hanging in this case… But no! Maj suddenly shifts his momentum that takes Impact down in the headlock takedown to his surprise but it’s not long before Impact manages to get to his feet and shifts Maj towards the ring ropes in an attempt to shoot him off out of the side headlock. Maj rebounds off the ropes looking to smack Impact with a shoulder tackle but the low centre of gravity that Impact has compared to the Bombay native is evident when Maj gets taken down from the sheer mass of Matt Impact. Impact gets a head of steam off the ropes but by that time Maj has recovered enough to attempt to trip him up, Impact hops over his body as Maj gets back to his feet and leapfrogs over the former World Heavyweight Champion before turning around and putting his hand up in Impact’s face which puts a stop to any running. JH: What’s this? Impact looks oddly at Maj who put his hand telling him to top before pointing upwards… but before you go ringing up Sabu for copyright infringement he’s actually pointing upwards adding… Maj: Look up there! Impact just pauses… Matt: No. Maj looks slightly peeved… Maj: I said, look up there! Matt: I’m not going to fall for that, you dumbass. Maj: All right then, look down! Maj points down… Impact doesn’t stop looking at Maj oddly Matt: Why? Maj: This! Maj then gives a heavy stomp on the left foot of Matt Impact who lets out a slight yelp of pain before Maj hits a picture perfect dropkick on Impact, sending him down to the canvas. JH: Unorthodox yet effective… CM: Indeed. Impact, his foot still throbbing from Maj stamping on it earlier, gets up in a blistering rage and begins to mercilessly rake at the eyes of the IMD much to Richard Kelly’s disapproval… he attempts to pull Impact off Maj who then gets thrown to the outside straight after Impact has finished nearly blinding him… Matt Impact gets a verbal warning from Richard Kelly as the fans jeer at him… Impact climbs to the outside as General Kumar attempts to encourage his client to get up who quickly backs up from the huge monster coming out of the ring. Impact lifts Maj up by his hair as Richard Kelly orders them to get back in the ring before just throwing him roughly into the steel barricade. JH: There is no doubt that Impact can throw Maj Tahal around like a rag doll but is it really necessary for him to use the guardrail? CM: Does anyone really want to stop him though? CL: I don’t care either way… this match is already in the process of being over anyway… a few more moves and it’s in the bag for Impact. As much as I really hate to say it… Impact trash talks with the fans who either mark out like those backwards Phillie fans do or stick to what they do best and bad mouth him back before Impact picks Maj back to a vertical base and throws him in, following soon behind, just as Richard Kelly was about to start the count. Impact rolls over into a cover… no hook of the leg, notably… [align=center]One and a kickout![/align] Impact raises an eyebrow before casually saying it was three… getting an odd look by Richard Kelly at Impact’s opinion of mathematics. Impact then gets up to deliver a knee drop across the face of the Indian of Mass Destruction, getting back up to drop another knee drop across Maj Tahal’s face… and once again getting back up, motions for the knee drop but stalls and instead decides to rake the sole of his boot across Maj’s face disrespectfully. A few jeers come from the people in attendance to which Impact turns his attention to them to give them a piece of his mind… JH: Matt Impact is letting these fans get to him… CM: He shouldn’t really, they’re all morons anyway… CL: Yet, somehow, he IS letting them annoy him. The wonders of wrestling, eh? Impact turns back to Maj and lifts him back to a vertical base before grabbing both hands around his throat, lifting him up in an elevated chokehold as he casually walks over to the turnbuckle and dumps him unceremoniously in the corner. Impact then grabs hold of the middle ropes and starts to repeatedly bury his shoulder into the mid-section of the Indian of Mass Destruction which sends him down into the bottom-rope clutching his ribs. Impact takes the time to flex his Herculean physique to the crowd, getting more jeers before dragging Maj back up and signalling for a kick of sorts… Impact gets a head of steam off the ropes and comes in with a Big Boot to the face of Maj Tahal… that misses when Maj ducks out of the way and Impact gets crotched on the top-rope! CM: OUCH!! Maj gets back up, noticing Impact in the painful predicament that he’s in before kicking the top-rope to cause even more pain for the former World Champion! Impact hops off the top-rope clutching at the effected area as he blindly sets himself up for when Maj gets a head of steam off the ropes for… JH: BHAIA!!! Maj with a cover! [align=center]KICKOUT BEFORE ONE!!![/align] Maj looks shocked as Impact gets up and levels him with a clubbing forearm! Impact whips Maj into a corner turnbuckle but the whip gets reversed, sending Impact in! Maj takes a running start before leaping up for a flying forearm… but Impact ducks out of the way and just PLANTS MAJ DOWN WITH AN STO OUT OF THE CORNER!!! CM: SIT YOUR ASS DOWN!!! CL: I am, you twat. CM: No, it’s the name of the move. CL: I KNOW that! It was a lame attempt at humour, you great berk. Impact shakes off the cobwebs of the fact-paced action before beginning to viciously stomp away at the carcass of Maj Tahal who covers up and rolls out of the corner to the middle of the ring… Impact drags him back to his feet and gives a disrespectful slap across the face to the Indian of Mass Destruction… he gives another one which starts to wake up the fire in Maj but is cut off before he can even start with the international trade equaliser, a thumb to the eye, by Matt Impact. Impact then throws Maj into a corner turnbuckle and hoists him up to the top-rope… JH: This could spell the end for Maj right here! CM: Yeah, if you spell “The End” as “O-U-C-H” CL: Ugh… Impact climbs up to the middle rope and applies a front facelock on Maj before slinging his arm over his head and grabbing a hold of the tights… Impact attempts the Superplex but Maj doesn’t budge, as he’s holding onto the top-rope. Impact tries again, still not budging! Maj delivers a shot to the midsection and a receipt from earlier on in the form of a slap across the face which stuns Impact enough to break the front facelock! Maj positions himself and Impact so they’re both standing side by side on the middle rope before hooking the leg with his own and coming off with… JH: A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP OFF THE MIDDLE-ROPE!!!! The crowd start chanting as both wrestlers lay strewn in pain on the canvas!! [align=center]HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT![/align] Richard Kelly starts the knock-out count as Maj leans up slightly, clutching at the back of his head from the impact of executing the manoeuvre… [align=center]One… Two… Three…[/align] Maj sits up straight before leaning over into a cover on Impact… [align=center]ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- NO!!![/align] Maj looks up in shock at RK who shows him two fingers to signify it was a two count. Maj picks Matt Impact to a vertical base in a house of fire before unleashing a series of heavy forearms that snap back the head of the former World Heavyweight Champion with every blow!! CL: STIFF ASSSSS FUCK!!! Maj comes off the ropes with a head of steam before taking down Matt Impact with a Spinning Wheel Kick to the face!!! Maj lifts Impact back up, who is on groggy legs and body slams him down near a corner turnbuckle and points up high… JH: WE MAY JUST SEE ANOTHER UPSET RIGHT HERE ON REVOLT!!! CM: Bombay Nights coming up? Maj climbs up top, steadying himself on the top-rope before coming off with the 630 Senton he calls the Bombay Nights… but it misses as Impact rolls out of the way!!! Impact and Maj slowly start to get up to their feet… Maj gingerly kicks Impact in the midsection before whipping him off to the opposite turnbuckle but Impact counters the hold, hoists Maj on his shoulders in a standing fireman’s carry and DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH A SNAPPING DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!! JH: IMPACT DROP!!! Matt Impact with the cover and a hook of the legs!!! [align=center]ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!![/align] Impact gets back up and raises his hands triumphantly as Michael Anderson announces the winner… MA: Here is your winner… MATT IMPA-A-ACT!!! With a fade we are greeted by the new image by a clang of glass shard dropping into a metal plate of sorts. The camera pans out further to reveal Doctor McCoy sitting beside his medical bed and working on some patient. In his hands is a pair of metal tong like devices and in the other another device that looks to be for parting skin on a cut more clearly. Even though it is low, his grumbling can still be heard and picked up by the camera as he works away. Dr. McCoy: Jeez, each and every one of you are nuts, you know that? Also you’re all incredibly ungrateful I’ll say. Each and every week, whether small or large, you come in here and get checked up by me. I do what I can and send you on your way, and never once do I get a single thank you out of the lot of you. No, all of you just are walking out of my office to go bash away a few more of your brain cells and come back to me again the next week. But then again, who cares, right? I’m just the Doctor, not like I care if my work is acknowledged. I tell ya, I’ve never seen a group of people more in need of learning some manners in my life. If it wasn’t for me, I doubt half of you would be able to do what you do. Yet I can’t even get a raise or an increase in funds to get more medical supplies. There is some top of the art stuff I’d love to be able to bu…huh? He stops in the middle of his rant as his patient says some thing in a cross between a mumble and a whisper. Dr. McCoy: I couldn’t hear you, what did you say? ???????: [size0]Where…is…Edmond…? The good doctor frowns deeply and leans in a bit closer, trying to get a better position to hear whatever is being said. Dr. McCoy: Could you repeat that? ???????: Where…is…Edmond…? Growing a bit annoyed with this, he growls lightly and says in an angry tone. Dr. McCoy: Could you please speak up so I can actually hear you? Suddenly his patient sits up a bit and grabs him by the front of his shirt, pulling him down and closer to him. All that is now visible of the patient is long black and dyed various colors locks. ???????: Where.is.Edmond?! McCoy stares in part amazement and part fear at his patient and stumbles over his words as his brain’s process tries to catch up with what’s happened. Finally it does so and his expression turns more to fear than amazement as the hand tightens it’s hold. Dr. McCoy: I-I-I…uh…W-w-who is Edmond?... A roar like yell in frustration comes out from the patient and causes McCoy to yelp as he is thrown back by the mystery man with the familiar voice. ???????: GRAVER! McCoy tries to get to his feet after falling out of his chair but he can’t, his legs too weak to manage that task. He looks up in horror as the now obvious patient sits up fully. The Savior of Sorrow’s wounds from his earlier match still evident on his frame. Dr. McCoy: I-I-I-I don’t know where he is! Honest, I swear! A low and frustrated growl seethes from behind the masked lips as he pushes himself off of the medical bed and onto his feet. In a calm and quiet fury he marches over to the door, grabbing a hold of its door knob. He twists it and opens the door, allowing the hall way’s lights to flood the medical room. Onikage: Thank you. With that said he storms out of the room, leaving the poor frightened doctor alone as the camera cuts to commercial… |
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| Minister Wighty | Oct 23 2006, 09:33 PM Post #6 |
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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 contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is a three-on-three tag team match! Introducing first, from Hutt River Province, Australia, THIS! IS! VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNJJJJJJJJJJAH!!! 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… A low feedback buzzes through the speakers before 'Up Here' crashes into the system, bringing the crowd are on their feet as Kennedy steps through the curtain. She moves to the end of the stage, rebounding slightly as she gazes out at the fans in attendance. She makes her way towards the ring, stopping halfway to acknowledge the crowd‘s reaction for her. MA: And his partner, making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!! Reaching the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to her feet. She rushes to the furthest turnbuckle, scaling it and raising an arm into the air to thousands of flashing bulbs. She drops back down to the mat, spinning around and rushing across the ring, up the opposite turnbuckle to another round of camera flashes. She eventually drops back down to the mat, turning to awaiting the start of the match. "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. MA: And their partner! From Nashville, Tennessee… KAILEY! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!! 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. 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] MA: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Shoal Bay, Australia… he is your reigning UN-DIS-PUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION… EEEEXXXTREEEEEEEEEEEEME… KIIIIIIIIITTEEEEENNNNNNNNN!!! 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. [align=center] [/align]The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Attack” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and red strobe lights begin to flicker on and off. [align=center]I WON'T SUFFER, BE BROKEN GET TIRED, OR WASTED SURRENDER TO NOTHING I'LL GIVE UP WHAT I STARTED AND STOPPED IT FROM END TO BEGINNING A NEW DAY IS COMING AND I AM FINALLY FREE[/align] The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right. He begins to walk down the steel steps admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as he flips off the crowd. MA: And his partner! From Fairfield Connecticut… SSSSSHHHHHHHHHAAAWWWWWNNNN… MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADROOOOOOOOXXX!!! [align=center]RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY I’LL ATTACK RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY GO CHANGE YOURSELF RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY NOW I’LL ATTACK I’LL ATTACK, I’LL AA WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/align] Sean reaches the apron and he jumps up on it looking at both sides, then he flips over the top rope into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles and he once again taunts his infamous ‘X’ as the crowd continues with jeers. He then removes his sleeveless hoodie and waits for his opponent. The lights dim and white strobes begin to search the arena as the infamous piece “Misirlou” is pumped through the speakers. Eventually the spotlights find the stage and begin to hover around the entranceway which has been flanked by two of the Ragin’ Cajun’s “enforcers”. They stand stalwart and unwavering, looking mean as hell and twice as angry as the far less intimidating form of Riggs bounds out through the curtains. He takes his position on the stage, straightens his suit and motions toward the entrance, drawing our attention to the arrival of the Dual Crown Champion. MA: And finally… hailing from the French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana… he is your DUAL CROWN CHAMPIOOOON!!!! REMY!!! BAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!! With his face partially covered by his hood, and with the iconic cane clutched by his side, Remy steps out onto the stage. But something’s missing. He holds his arms out to his sides, his fingers twitching as they beckon forth two beautiful girls that appear from the entranceway behind him, each carrying one half of the Dual Crown. Riggs leads the way, marching proudly up the aisle as Remy takes off behind him. He clutches the end of his cane, using it as a walking stick as he saunters along the walkway, flanked on either side by his belt carrying honeys. Upon reaching the ring, Riggs hops up onto the apron and Remy motions to his girls to ascend the steel steps ahead of him. Riggs sits on the middle rope and watches intently as the girls duck through and into the ring, closely followed by the man himself. Once in Remy flicks the hood back to reveal a rougish smirk etched into that handsomely rugged face. He throws his arms out once more and the girls sidle up to him, the Dual Crown belts glinting off the house lights as he proudly displays his trophies. He leaves them in the centre and makes for a far corner where he ascends the turnbuckle and raises his hands, and more notably his cane, to the lighting rigs. As he drops down he slides his top off his shoulders and passes both it and his precious keep sake off to Riggs. The girls plant a pair of good luck kisses onto their don before exiting the ring with Riggs and retreating to a safe position, as Remy warms up ready for the match. The bell rings and Remy steps out onto the apron, sneering and offering Madrox the first in. Kennedy and Kailey look to Vinj, who shrugs and steps forward as they move back to the apron themselves. CM: This should be good. A guy who used to have blue hair against a guy who… does. Now. CL: Your observation skills are fucking astounding. Madrox looks serious and wipes his mouth, staring down Vinj who just grins and waves to an attractive young lady in the front row. She screams and holds up her “WHERE’S RAGIN’” sign as though that would please Vinj somehow. It apparently does as he flexes his muscles and waggles his eyebrows. CM: Yeah, ‘cuz that’s gonna do you a lot of good, you fucking wackjob. Madrox tires of this and shoves Vinj in the shoulder, planting a red handmark on his cheekspace. CM: BITCH slap for a bitch! WHOOOO! Go Vinj! Vinj rubs his face and looks a bit offended before twerping Sean in the nose and pasting five knuckles of sandwich in his jawmeats. Madrox fires back with a chop across the chest, causing Vinj to recoil which only builds up momentum for a HEADBUTT RIGHT TO THE CHIN! Madrox stumbles backward holding his stinging chin, and Vinj takes the opportunity to flip backward with a kick that catches Madrox on the ear and sends him sprawling to the mat. JH: Vinj showing off those superior striking skills… Madrox is quick to rise, BARELY missing a superkick! Vinj grabs the calf occupying the space above his shoulder, but doesn’t keep a hold on it for long as Madrox leaves his feet to perform a front dropkick to send Vinj windmilling toward the ropes. CM: Reversal after reversal, but Madrox finally came out on top! CL: I hear he gets on top of a lot of guys. CM: Shut your goddamn ho lips, Loire. Madrox collects himself off the mat before making a three-point charge that CRASHES into a Cactus Clothesline as both wrestlers tumble to the outside! Tony Clarke sighs as he notices Remy and XK looking for a taste of opportunity and Kennedy and Kailey stepping forth to bring the party. Regardless, he keeps a count for the fellows on the outside. TC: ONE! TWO! Remy lets his fist find his future contender’s skull, stumbling Kailey backward before she unleashes two devastating forearms that stagger the champ. Kailey spins for the discus, but Remy catches her arm and takes her down Judo-style. TC: THREE! FOUR!! Kailey happens to know a bit more about Judo than Remy, though, and uses a form of an arm drag to take him down as well. Kennedy and XK clash once again as the Pink Ranger goes sailing into Xtreme Kitten, kneeing him in the gut and nailing a swinging neckbreaker! JH: Looks like Kennedy STILL isn’t finished wailing on Xtreme Kitten! CL: You call that wailing? Back in NGIW-- JH: Yeah, yeah. “In communist NGIW, blood bleeds you!” I get it. TC: FIVE!! SIX!! Kitten slams his hand against the mat and starts to rise, but Kennedy grabs him by the mask, “helping” him to his feet. She shoves him into a front chancerie, but XK reverses it quickly, lifting Kennedy above his head with a military press for a moment before dropping her back down into a spine buster that shakes the ring! TC: SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! JH: Impressive spine buster by Xtreme Kitten! Vinj and Madrox rise at about the same time on the outside, and the latter slides back into the ring, followed closely by Vinj climbing onto the apron. XK gets a few good stomps in before respecting Clarke’s orders and returning to the apron. Kennedy, Kailey, and Remy follow soon after, the very last quite grudgingly. Madrox starts toward his corner to make a tag, but is caught by Vinj SLINGSHOTTING over the ropes and into Madrox by turning around backward and nailing him in the back of the head with his butt. JH: DOUBLE EXTREME EXPLODING ARSE FLOP!!! CL: … you English are insane. CM: Vinj is Aussie, not English. CL: No, he’s not. He’s a Hutt River Provincee. That’s somewhere near Nar Shadda, I reckon. He’s a fucking spaceman. Vinj snickers and moseys over to tag Kailey Lane in. The fans cheer as Kailey steps between the ropes, dashing toward Madrox. He has since risen and is moving toward a tag out to Xtreme Kitten, but Kailey is too fast and gets behind him, lifting him up and driving him down tailbone-first on her knee with an atomic drop! Madrox bounces off her knee and lunges forward, which gives Kitten more than enough room to make the tag. JH: Xtreme Kitten about to get himself some of the Southern Belle! CL: Do you even listen to yourself when you talk? Did you study the art of commentary at Obvious University? Did you become the Captain of their football team? And if indeed this chain of events occurred, did they call you Captain Fucking Obvious? Kitten attempts a lariat, but Kailey ducks right under it and swivels behind him. She locks in a rear waistlock but Kitten is quick to elbow out of it. He turns to face her and gets a BOOT TO THE NOSE as Kailey roundhouse kicks him! Kitten gets backed up and is forced to eat another solefull of bootasticness in roundhouse form. JH: Some Chuck Norris-caliber roundhouse kicks from Kailey Lane tonight! CM: Hey, check it out. Hitchen finally got the internet. CL: And he’s misusing it like a dirty whore. Lovely. Kitten gets backed into the corner and Kailey climbs up to the second rope, raising a fist high as the fans shriek and cheer along with the punches! [align=center]ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!! FIVE!! SIX!! SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! NINE!!! TEN!!!![/align] Kailey dismounts and Kitten staggers forward, trying to keep his footing as his head spins beneath his mask. Kailey backs up and presses off the ropes for momentum before JUMPING into the air and NAILING KITTEN IN THE SPINE WITH A DOUBLE AXEHANDLE!!! JH: KAILEY KLUB! CL: Y’know, being a “Southern Belle” and all she should change the name of her move to the Krippling Kailey Klub. CM: No no, you’ve got it all wrong, Conse. She’s not a Klanswoman. She’s a Jenny Reb. Carl being her slave and all. JH: You two are just awful! Carl is Kailey’s good friend and helps her by his free choice! CM: Have you ever heard him say otherwise? JH: I… … *GRR* Let’s just focus on the match, dammit! CM & CL: *high five* Kailey puts a small boot to Kitten’s ribs before picking him up by the mask and tights and heaving him toward his corner. She elicits cheers from the fans as she points at Remy and smiles snarkily. CM: Looks like one of our contenders wants a piece of the champion! CL: Stupid girl. Remy looks shocked and surprised, pointing to himself as if asking that’s who Kailey is pointing at. She nods and he looks out toward Riggs who shrugs innocently. Kitten begins getting to his feet and slaps Remy almost absently on the wrist, forcing him to become the legal man. Remy suppresses a grimace and steps between the ropes, striding up to Kailey. JH: Well it’s about time! The crowd reaches a fevered pitch as the two wrestlers stare each other down before Remy FINALLY throws the first punch! -- er… face chop! Kailey responds with a palm thrust to the bridge of Remy’s nose, which sends the champion backward. Kailey nails another palm strike, and another, pressing Remy into the ropes. She darts back quickly to rebound off her own set of ropes, but is stopped suddenly as Riggs grabs her foot on the outside! Kailey turns and sneers at the offending toady before almost leisurely reaching an arm over to tag in Kennedy! JH: HA! See, Riggs? That’s exactly what cheating gets you! A fresh face in the match against your boss! CL: Pfft. That’s exactly what Riggs wanted. You watch, Bitchen. Kennedy hops over the ropes and quickly moves to the stunned Remy, lacing his arm and pressing him against the ropes to Irish whip him to the opposite side. Remy seems to have recuperated from the palm strikes and reverses the lariat sending Kennedy into the ropes. She hits and rebounds and Remy bends over a bit too early for a back body drop. Kennedy slows her roll and swings a leg back, CRACKING Remy in the skull! Remy shoots up like Kurt Cobain and jams both thumbs into Kennedy’s eyes violently! JH: Despicable! CL: You need new words. Abhorrent! Inexcusable! Unforgivable! Despicable’s getting old. Kennedy covers her glazzies and backs up as the whole reffin’ show scolds Remy’s use of illegal tactics. Remy merely swats at him and proclaims that he’s the Dual Crown champ and will outfit Tony with a pair of cement shoes or something along those lines. CM: Ah, the inspired words of a true leader. JH: He’s threatening one of our referees with death! CM: And rightfully so! While TC is distracted, Riggs blindly grabs a random belt from the timekeeper’s table and runs to smash Kennedy in the back with it, but Kailey drops off the apron and snatches the title from out his hands. She tosses it over her head where it’s caught by Vinj before Kailey KNOCKS THE SNOT outta Riggs’ facehole with a knee strike! CL: Well Riggs just got his face rearranged with that knee from Kailey. JH: Would you look at Vinj? He’s entranced by that belt in his hands! The belt just happens to be the Undisputed International Championship. Vinj looks across the way to Xtreme Kitten recharging himself on the apron with hungry eyes, then back at the belt before forcing himself to discard it. Kailey whips Riggs into the fence-like barriers and yanks some of the wire out and around to lock his wrist in place and keep him out of their hair. Several fans in the front row pour beer on his head. JH: Well THAT should take care of any more interference. Kennedy finally regains the ability to see and thunders forward behind the arguing Remy and grabs him by the neck, pulling them both backward, SPLITTING Remy’s back across her knees! JH: SPINE-SHATTERING SPINAL KENNENGITIS!!! CM: AAARRRGGGHHHH!!! I’LL STAB YOU, BITCH!! Kennedy rolls Remy up for a cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!![/b] NO! Only two as Remy puts his boots skyward and throws Kennedy off him![/align] JH: Nearly three for Kennedy. CL: Yeah, well, nearly only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades and government work. Remy and Kennedy hit their feet at about the same time and Kennedy moves into another charge to try and take Remy down. This time, however, Remy is ready for her. He sidesteps and catches her across the chest with one arm, lifting her arm over his head. He HEAVES her upward, wrapping her legs around his waist before HURLING HER BACKWARD WITH A SAMBO-STYLE SUPLEX!!! CL: SEXY AWESOME SSUUUUUUPLEEXXAAAAAHHHHHHRRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!! Kennedy BLASTS into the mat with such velocity that she flops back to her feet for JUST a second. JUST long enough to see Vinj slap her hand and come BOLTING into the ring! Remy’s more than ready for him, aiming a roundhouse kick for his head but Vinj ducks under it! Remy catches him on the other side with a back kick that barely grazes Vinj’s ass as he flies into the ropes behind Remy and hops up on the second cable before spinning backward and NAILING Remy in the head with a Tatsumaki Senpuukyaku!! JH: Spinny Kicky Thingy! CM: Toward, down-toward, down, down-back, back, hard kick! Throw a hadoken, Remy! CL: You guys are fucking nerds. Vinj stumbles for a second, quite dizzy from the kick before picking Remy up and whipping him toward a random set of ropes. Unfortunately that random set is his own corner, and the quick-thinking Remy tags Xtreme Kitten back in. Remy hugs the ropes and grins at Kitten before sitting on the second rope and holding them open for him, mockingly. Kitten steps through and turns to put his dukes to Vinj… except Vinj is nowhere to be seen! CM: Look out behind you, Kitten! XK is quickly wheeled around and SMACKED in the left eye! Vinj follows up with another blow from the opposite hand before grabbing him by the head and CRUSHING his knee into XK’s brainmeats! The other hand reaches around and bends the masked man’s head in a different direction, allowing prime knee action to take up the space formerly occupied by Kitten’s right temple! JH: LET IT SHINE!! Vinj smirks pokes Kitten in the forehead as though that tiny touch knocked him over before flattening against him and hooking the leg for a pin! [align=center]ONE![/align] Remy and Sean Madrox attempt to get through the ropes for the save, but Kennedy and Kailey are quite quickly on top of them, descending into their own small brawl! [align=center]TWO!![/align] Kailey and Madrox fire shots back and forth as do Kennedy and Remy! [align=center]THREE!!![/align] The bell rings as the brawl behind Vinj continues, Tony Clarke raising his hand in victory! MA: Your winners, by pinfall… the team of KAILEY LANE! KENNEDY! AND VIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNJJJJJJJJAH!!!! CL: Crappit! CM: You said it, partner. CL: I’m not your partner you queer-bait! JH: Vinj, Kennedy, and Kailey Lane gain a heavy victory over Sean Madrox, Xtreme Kitten, and Remy Barteaux! What could happen in these rivalries next week!? CL: You wouldn’t DARE fucking miss it! CM: How come YOU always get to say that line… [align=center] ![]() Copyright 2006, FIW and Sporkco. Studios[/align] |
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