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| Minister Wighty | Dec 7 2006, 03:07 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 | Dec 7 2006, 03:14 AM Post #2 |
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Pyros EXPLODE from one side of the arena to the other in light blue, dark blue, and bright white! The ReVolt logo swivels on the VolTrons as Mudvayne's "Determined" thunders across the audience! Jonathan Hitchen: Konnichi-wa, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Budokan Hall in Tokyo, Japan! I'm Jonathan Hitchen... Chip Martin: I'm Chip Martin! Constance Loire: And I'm Constance Loire! And this! ... is ReVolt! JH: Before we-- uhm... Daisuke “The Crow” Tanaka is already in the ring… CL: How did he get there so fast? CM: Mystical ninja powers, Conse. CL: Bullshit, the writer just forgot to put his entrance in. JH: Ahem… kayfabe. "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd as she moves to her corner. CL: Bloody hell! Even quicker! CM: Mystical Jeet Kun Do forces, Conse… mystical forces! JH: Alright, I know that this match only has to be two pages but isn’t this cutting things a little too much? OK, now that I’ve amused myself with the breakage of kayfabe let’s get back to what we’re all here for and have Michael Anderson do the introductions… Oh, look! There he is in the centre of the ring! Must be those mystical magic suits he wears… marvellous! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit… your referee is the ever popular, Richard Kelly. Seeing as how we’re in Japan the crowd lets out a few cries of “Kerry” as those poor Japanese folk don’t have a letter in their alphabet for the “L” letter… so much so that Mister Ever Popular should watch out on his wandering around the street of Tokyo for Kyohei Wada in case he wants a Yakuza Kick to the face. MA: In the red corner, from Nagoya, Japan and weighing in at two-hundred and five pounds… a member of the Black Feather Orchestra… now making his return to the ring, please welcome… DAIIIIIIIIIISUKKKKKKEEE THE CROW!!!! The capacity crowd gives a mixed response to the Black Feather Orchestra member due to the fact they respect him as an athlete and as a fellow countrymen though despite him at the same time for being such a dick. MA: And in the blue corner… from Nashville, Tennessee… weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-seven pounds… please give it up for… KAILEYYYYYYY LANNNNNNNNAAAAHHHHHH!!! The crowd give quite the round of cheers the Southern Belle of FIW before Michael Anderson exits the ring along with Richard Kelly doing the usual routine of checking for weapons that all promotions in Japan do to all combatants involved in the match. Once everything is satisfactory, Richard Kelly signals for the bell… [align=center]DING-DING-DING!!![/align] Both combatants circle one another before starting to adopt martial arts-style stances… evidently this will be one of those UWF-style worked shoot matches. Kailey feints a front kick so Daisuke skips back instinctively before skipping back in with a few palm strike attempts to the face… but Kailey takes the face away. Daisuke shoots in but Kailey, being the babyface, immediately sprawls and into a front facelock that Daichan immediately spins out of to avoid being choked out… Daisuke goes to clamp one of his own in but Kailey herself spins out of the hold and gets on a hammerlock… to which the Black Feather Orchestra member straight away rolls forwards to prevent being forced to submit, even from such a simple holds by traditional pro-wrestling standards. Though Kailey straight away goes for a pin, not even getting one as Daisuke keeps the shoulder up… JH: The match has gone to the ground early with it resembling more of an Mixed Martial Arts bout than it would a wrestling contest. CM: Well… Kailey’s a Jeet Kun Do expert and Daisuke not all that bad with Karate and so forth… Kailey repeatedly attempts to bring Daisuke’s shoulders down to the mat but each time she does, Daisuke manages to get it back up before the count of one… Daisuke rolls onto his stomach, taking Kailey’s arm over into a Jujigatame attempt but the wily Southern Belle manages to prevent the arm from being fully extended using her other arm… Not willing to let up, Daisuke kicks her on the top and side of her head with his left heel in an attempt to break her grip or at least stun her long enough for him to fully clamp on the hold but Kailey is fighting threw the pain… Eventually, Daisuke changes his mind from the Jujigatame attempt and releases both legs to get back up to his feet, still holding onto the arm before wrenching it into a full twist and a wristlock on Kailey Lane. CL: I don’t know why he didn’t just try kicking with both feet… that would have worked. JH: Perhaps Daisuke has another idea in mind… That “idea” however probably got thrown out of the window as Kailey straight away reverses the wristlock by rolling threw, kipping back up to her feet and taking Daisuke Tanaka down to the mat with an arm wringer takedown straight into an arm bar! Daisuke grits his teeth as Kailey attempts to weaken the elbow joint though manages to get back up to a vertical base long enough so he can apply a crotch hold and slam… that’s a body slam for those of you who don’t watch World Of Sport, whilst still in the arm bar. Unfortunately for Daisuke, his opponent is tenacious and keeps a hold of the arm bar that takes him over back on the mat! A few muttered curse words come to the inquiry by Richard Kelly if he wishes to submit as the Black Feather Orchestra member gets back up to his feet… Daisuke suddenly explodes with a LIGHTING HIGH KICK but Kailey only barely dodges the bullet and rolls Daisuke up in a School Boy! [align=center]One! Two! Kickout![/align] Daisuke kicks out with authority as Kailey backs off, preparing for another onslaught by Daisuke The Crow… though Daisuke just uses the ropes to pull himself back up, sighing disappointedly as he flashes an arrogant sneer at his opponent. CL: Maybe he should have stayed in rehab… or at least spent a little bit more time training. JH: As much as I’d prefer to remain impartial, I’m inclined to agree… It’s one thing to have pride to motivate you to return to what you love but for the sake of having to spent just as much time from injuring yourself again if not worse it’s just not worth it. Daisuke circles around Kailey… Kailey shoots in but Daisuke sprawls to avoid the takedown, Kailey spins out of the sprawl and into a grounded waistlock. Daisuke brings the waistlock back to a standing position before attempting to grab Kailey Lane’s head possibly for a headlock takeover though Miss Lane repeatedly takes the head away to prevent such a technique being used on her… Perhaps out of desperation, Daisuke grabs Richard Kelly by the collar and delivers a kick back between the lips of Kailey Lane… Then as we wonder what the fuck the writer is on about, the conniving Daisuke Tanaka releases his grip on Richard Kelly to turn around and deliver a devastating Knuckle Arrow to Kailey Lane who goes down clutching at both lips as we ponder whether one of them are split open. CM: God, I hope not… that can be nasty business. CL: Wimp… hope he fucked her shit up. JH: Good Lord, we’ve sunken to new depths of degeneracy… Speaking of degeneracy, Daisuke is doing crotch chops in the middle of the ring… OK, no he’s not… he’s actually just arguing with Richard Kelly about the whole collar grabbing and knuckle arrow throwing rather than blatantly admitting he probably busted Kailey Lane’s lip open. Eventually, Daisuke tells the “pock-eye” to get lost before just stomping on the stomach of the Southern Belle… though eventually just starts to resort to those kicks to the face that every dickish heel from Kawada, Suzuki, Murakami and so many others have resorted to over the years in puroresu. Kailey takes this as motivation to get back up though is immediately taken back down with a running dropkick to the side of the head that Daisuke immediately follows up with a pin attempt… [align=center]One! Two! Kickout![/align] JH: Just two from that stiff dropkick to the side of the head. Daisuke sits up and complains to the “pock-eye” that it was a slow count, which naturally he demonstrates how to do it properly as well as the usual insulting of the referee’s intelligence. Daichan lifts Kailey Lane back up to her feet just enough so he can take a few steps back and deliver a heavy Kenka Kick behind the ear… though fails to go in for another cover as someone at ringside just said something against his favour. He then proceeds to berate at them in Japanese about how if bother him again he’ll bust open their nose like he did with Kailey’s lips… CM: [ I]Oooh, that’s nasty![/I] CL: What is? You don’t even know what he’s saying! Daisuke lifts Kailey back to a vertical base, pushing and forearming her into a corner turnbuckle… Daisuke fires a few knee strikes to the midsection of Miss Lane before finishing off with a disrespectful slap across the face as he non-chalantly walks over to the other side of the ring looking to finish off his opponent… Daisuke comes running in with a Kenka Kick straight for Kailey’s face!!! CL: YAHHHHHKU- But no! Kailey ducks out of the way and Daisuke gets hung out to dry!! Kailey in an act of retaliation kicks the rope that (which we assume) has Daisuke’s bad knee on to which he bumps backwards clutching at the knee screaming blue bloody murder and all that jazz. Out of fighting spirit, or possible the requirement for the babyface comeback, Tanaka-san gets back to his feet to get knocked down by a Running Double Axe Handle Smash… also know as the Polish Hammer but here in FIW it’s the- JH: KAILEY KLUB!!! And Daisuke goes down… gets back up… goes back down… gets back up… goes back down… Daisuke gets back up to get takedown down with a Flying Lariat by Kailey Lane!! CM: Flying Shoulder Block!! CL: No, Flying Lariat… dick-wart. Kailey gets straight back up and comes off the ropes with Running- CM: ULTIMATE SPLASH!!! CL: No, it’s actually just a Senton… dick-sprout. JH: Hmmm… even in Japan the power of the Woah-Yahs seems to be evident here. So yah… after the Senton by Kailey Lane she attempts a pinfall… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! TH- NO!!![/align] Kailey sits back up surprised at the obvious kickout before standing back up and clapping along like a Hoe Down to get the crowd into the match… and just about the same time Daisuke, on rubbery legs, starts getting up to his feet. Kailey gets a running start off the ropes as Daisuke turns around… JH: KAILEY-GO-ROUND!!! And yes, indeed… the Flying Headscissors into a Spike DDT is executed perfectly on Daisuke The Crow who flops off the bouncy ROH-style canvas of the FIW ring before Kailey jumps into the cover!! [align=center]ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE!!!! YES!!! RING THE BELL!!![/align] JH: SHE GOT ‘EM!!! MA: Your winner… KAILEY LANE!!! ”Recorded Earlier in the Day” flashes over the screen before it fades into a decent in quality and size hotel room. Though its colors are a tad on the bland side with it all being shades of grays and tan. But one such thing isn’t bland in the room and that is the person sitting on the queen size bed. In this odd realm of grays and tans, he is in all black nearly and doesn’t seem to be a familiar face. Then again, his face isn’t visible due to his back being turned to the camera, so, maybe he is a familiar face. The camera zooms in and reveals that he is wearing an odd sort of attire, a bit loose black stereotypical ninja top and bottoms make up his main clothing. As well as, given by his one crossed leg and thus visible foot, the sleeper like shoes ninja wears. He is currently pulling on black fingerless gloves over his pale and heavily scarred hands. Beside him on the bed is another outfit, though, it is a bit more color than his entire black ninja gear. It is fairly similar in style in which they are made, but it also has a bit of blue on it that makes the form of a dragon. This oh so by now familiar gear is quite the hint to who this man is, and if it wasn’t enough, a belt is sitting also on the bed. Not just any ordinary belt, but a silver championship of the flying nature. Suddenly the silence is shattered by the knocking at his door; Extreme Ninja #2 quickly hops up onto his feet. He shuffles towards the door way and only stops when he is right in front of it. Ninja reaches out to his side and over to a small table in the entrance hall way. When his hand returns to his side it is now holding his Extreme Ninja mask, he slips it on and opens the door. ??????: That was quick, were you expecting some one or did you just sense me coming with your ninja skills? A sarcastic and also familiar tone chimes and Ninja’s body’s muscles quite apparently tighten up. Due to the sheer size of his visitor, he can be barely be made out and looks quite chubby and nerdy. ??????: Don’t worry, I didn’t come here to start any thing with you. Simply came by to give you the paper work that I needed to give you, noob. With that said the plump form of Smarty Smark pushes his way into the hotel room past Ninja. He storms over to the table provided by the hotel and sets down the few pieces of paper work. Carefully he slips a hand into his pocket and pulls out a pen, he clicks it so it is ready to be used. Smarty Smark: Once you sign this, it’ll all be up to you from now on. I’m a man of my word, and though you earned it on a technicality, you still earned it. Ninja wanders back into the depths of his room and takes the pen from Smarty’s hand and leans over. Quickly he skims through the papers to make sure every thing is up and up, and sure enough he signs it. A grin slowly creeps over Smarty’s face when EN #2 stands up and clicks the pen before giving it back. Smarty Smark: Ah, I’m going to miss moments like these. He says in a reminiscent tone as if Extreme Ninja #2 and he were the best of buddies, he pats Ninja on the shoulder though the Flycore champ shrugs it off. Smarty merely stiffly chuckles at the still defiant gesture done by Ninja and shakes his head. Smarty Smark: I’ll check you some other time then, noob. And with that said, Smarty heads for the door, grabbing it and closing it behind him when he is out of the hotel room. Ninja’s head slowly looks back down at the paper work and he let’s out a mute sigh of relief staring at it. 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| Minister Wighty | Dec 7 2006, 03:19 AM Post #3 |
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JH: Welcome back, folks! I hope you're as eager as we are to continue this amazing show! From the arena P.A. system arises Grant Rice’s music. The bass thumps through the arena’s sound system as we await Grant. [align=center]You Can Hate Me You Can Hate Me Hate The Air That I Breathe Air That I Breathe Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be Next Thing To Be Well I Ain’t You and You Ain’t Me![/align] Grant slowly emerges from the curtains and onto the stage. He is met with a chorus of boo’s from the fans before he even has a chance to do anything to provoke them. Grant just ignores them as he walks forward before stopping to look out into the crowd. He shakes his head before continuing down the steps and proceeds to walk down the aisle toward the ring. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag-team contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Kansas City, Missouri… GRANT! RIIIIIIIIIIICE!!! CL: Is this the part where I’m supposed to say something interesting about Grant Rice? ‘Cuz I got nothin’. JH: I don’t understand how you can dislike anyone who supports the Revolution’s cause. Doesn’t Tier give you an orgasm every time you hear his name? CL: You don’t understand how I don’t support all supporters of the Revolution? Clearly you’re not familiar with Grant Rice’s tag team partner. Grant nears the ring as he glances off into the crowd but pays them no attention before he climbs up the stairs and into the ring. Grant takes off his shirt and walks over to the ropes where he goes to throw it into the crowd, but he catches himself and tosses it to the mat below which draws some heat from the crowd. Grant waves them off as he walks to the corner and awaits the start of the match. [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: And introducing his parnter! From Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds and is a former FIW WOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE PRINCE OF PAIN", NIGHTMAAAAAAARE!!!! [align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE? YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH![/align] CL: BOOOOOOOO!!! GET OFF THE STAGE!!! GO HOME!!! BOOOOO!!! CM: Yeah! Booooobs! Get ‘em on the stage! BOOOOOOOOOBS!!! JH: *sighs* 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. 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... MA: And their opponents! Introducing first, from San Diego, California… PRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!! [align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align] CM: Now here’s a fine damn specimen who was ROBBED during the Condemned Fetish match. JH: Prime made a good showing during that match, and boy is he livid now. You can see rage brimming behind those eyes. CL: All I see is a doped-up muscle head. But that’s me. 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. 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. [align=center] Darren Malakian's high-pitched and strained vocals shock the crowd as he and Serj Tankian rock System of a Down's "Cigaro" into our eardrums. Strobe lights flash from the entryway in time with the jamming guitar as smoke begins to pour out. Graver shuffles onstage with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, hood up, sunglasses on his face. MA: And his partner! Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!! Graver waves off MA and the fans, trudging to the ring to have a seat on the apron, facing away from the action. CL: Poor Graver. No beer and no sex make him all sad-like. JH: Well at least we’ll be able to have a match without his rampant rule-breaking for once. [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] The match starts off with Prime and Grant Rice in the ring. The two circle each other before launching into a tieup of epic proportions! … in that it’s epically short as Prime is totally stronger than Rice. He lifts grant high and drops him into a gut buster, then takes some time to flex his biceps before locking the recovering Grant in a rear head vice. Grant struggles and manages to pop Prime one right in the bridge of the nose, which sends the larger man off. JH: Smart strategy by Rice, you can’t let Prime hold down those submissions; he’s dangerous on the mat. CM: It’s why he was so dominant on Slam! Grant pushes to his feet and clears the short distance between himself and Rice with a PUNISHING clothesline! … or it would be, if it connected. Prime ducks under Grant’s arm and whirls around as Rice skids to a stop to boot him in the ass and send him down to his knees. Prime strides up behind Grant and pops a squat on his spine, grabbing him around the chin and locking a tight camel clutch! CL: Now there’s a submission that’s both painful, and homoerotic. JH: Oh please. You could find homosexual connotations in ANY submission move. CL: No, Hitchen, YOU could. I merely find it in the ones that’re obvious. I don’t go LOOKING for the gay like you do. CM: Heh. Conse just called you a pipe-smoking faerie. Whatcha gonna do about it? JH: Sit here and enjoy the fat paycheck that I receive for putting up with you two. Rice strains against Prime’s hold, reaching his arm out for the so-close Nightmare. Night leans over the ropes as far as he can, finally reaching out enough to slap fingertips with Grant and allow him entry to the ring! Nightmare scrambles over the ropes and breaks into a run before DECAPITATING Prime with a devastating clothesline! JH: THE SECOND BULLET! GOOD GOD!! CL: I see no bullets. Only LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHs. CM: That’s what he calls the move, Conse. CL: Yes, I know you backward Bizzaro Worlder. I was being a dick because that’s a dumb-ass name for a move. Where the fuck was the first bullet? Prime rises up off the ground as though he were just hit by an invisible train. But that train suddenly becomes visible to him, and boy does it look a lot like Ken Shamrock. Prime charges for Nightmare and Nightmare moves to intercept him, but telegraphs it too soon; Prime renegotiates his clothesline into a shoulder block that knocks Nightmare off his feet! Prime follows this with a huge ROOOOOARRR of defiance and pulls the Prince of Pain upward by the short hair on his head. JH: Prime is getting nasty; he’s ready to DESTROY somebody! CL: Oh wow, I wonder who?[/sarcasm] But Prime’s reign of destruction is cut short as Nightmare slaps away his arms and DRIVES a punch home into Prime’s head! He throws another, and another, staggering Prime backward into the turnbuckle. The man-mountain rests for a split second, which is enough time for Night to take a short dash and AVALANCHE his body against the bodybuilder, crushing the air from his lungs before moving back to Grant for the tag. CM: Poor Prime’s at such a disadvantage here because of his douche bag of a horrorcore partner. HEY! Maybe THAT’S why Graver’s being useless! This is all a plot by the Revolution to earn Rice and Nightmare a victory over the Prime Adonis! CL: Or… maybe Graver’s still furious he can’t smoke or drink. Y’know. Like makes sense. CM: You’re just covering for your team! I’m onto you! CL: *rolls eyes* JH: Well whatever the reasoning, Grant Rice is now sticking it to Prime! Grant barrels a few fists at Prime’s face before hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle. He holds him in a chancerie and falls backward, DRIVING Prime into the canvas with a turnbuckle DDT! Grant floats into a cover, and our intrepid referee J.J. slides over for a count. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! NO! Prime shoulders out of the count![/align] JH: A close call for Prime. He could really use that tag about now. CL: Yeah, too bad Graver’s not giving it to him. And Prime has no one to blame but Onikage. The camera focuses on Graver who’s apparently enjoying the tunes on his walkman… ‘cuz Graver’s too poor to buy an iPod. We move back into the ring where Prime rolls over onto his back, which only gives Grant Rice a prime (no pun intended) opportunity to strap on an ankle lock! JH: STRAIGHT MIZERY!!! CM: Aw, crapdammit! Prime BUCKS with pain and frustration as Grant torques the hold. The Adonis won’t give up, however, and he begins using his sheer strength to drag himself toward the ropes, hand over hand! Grant sees this and pulls upward, taking a standing position while still wrenching the ankle. Prime senses opportunity and fires a HUUUUUGE mule kick to Grant Rice’s sternum! The Kansas City native is taken OFF HIS FEET and falls backward, gasping for breath. Prime has a look of complete red-eyed fury on his face as he slides between the ropes and goes toward the timekeeper’s table. He makes some loud, boisterous threats at the timekeeper before demanding he vacate his seat! JH: Aw, NO! What the hell is Prime doing!? CL: Making this match more interesting? CM: Getting much-deserved Slam!-style revenge? JH: He’s ruining things! Graver’s not even paying attention! Why does PRIME have to bring a steel chair into this!? Prime stalks back into the ring as Nightmare makes a blind tag over the ropes to earn his way in while Rice still sucks in air. Nightmare readies a second Second Bullet, but Prime has a steel chair of bullet-proof glass that he WRAPS AROUND NIGHTMARE’S HEAD WITH A WAFFLING BLOW!!! Nightmare leaves his feet and sails past prime, underneath the chair, blood already blossoming on his forehead! JH: Prime has gone freaking INSANE!! The bell rings wildly at J.J.’s signal, and the match is called a disqualification. CM: But he’s destroying horrorcore, so it’s alrgiht! JH: Still, Prime isn’t usually one to resort to such base brutality! The athletic submissions master is simply DESTROYING his competition--AUGH!!! The bell rings again as Prime stalks to the fallen Grant Rice and BLASTS him in the ribs with the chair once, twice, THREE times before officials begin flooding the ring! JH: Finally! Someone stop this mess! The officials try to restrain Prime, try to hold the massive man back and help Nightmare and Grant to their feet, but he’s too powerful to be controlled; Prime breaks free of their grasp and CRACKS Nightmare and Grant in their respective skulls one more time before discarding the bent and destroyed chair with an offhand toss. He flexes his muscles and ROOOOOOOAAAAARRRS in sheer fury before shrugging off the officials still inefficaciously trying to restrain him and stalking to the back! JH: This is ridiculous! I can’t believe it! CL: I can. Prime’s twice the size of those guys freakin’ put together. Of course he destroyed them with a chair. JH: But he didn’t HAVE to! WHY, Prime, WHY!? CM: I don’t’ know and I don’t care! I LOVE it! Graver seems to finally notice the match is over and hops off the apron, shuffling almost incognito to the back. The lighting in the Hall begins to fade slowly engulfing the obscurity as the spectators begin to calm down in utter curiosity as to what is actually happening. There is dead silence now as the PA systems kicks in with a thud and the ReVoltrons simultaneously burst with rays of pixels. JH: I’m sorry folks for the lack of technicality in the arena; it seems that we are having difficulty with the lighting and sound. CM: Are you on crack or something Hitchen? CL: Do you realize that the lights and sound went out for a reason, yeah I bet you didn’t realize that it’s for the next segment. The PA system kicks in and the slow guitar rifts blow through the speakers creating non-visible music notes floating in the air. The spectators are still bewildered about what is actually happened as words begin to be sung and ReVoltrons illustrates a familiar logo. [align=center]IT ENDS IT ENDS TONIGHT, IT'S TOO LATE TO FIGHT JUST A LITTLE INSIGHT WON'T MAKE THIS RIGHT IT ENDS TONIGHT. IT ENDS TONIGHT, WHEN DARKNESS TURNS TO LIGHT[/align][align=center] [/align][align=center]WHEN DARKNESS TURNS TO LIGHTIT ENDS TONIGHT, IT ENDS TONIGHT. JUST A LITTLE INSIGHT WON'T MAKE THIS RIGHT IT'S TOO LATE TO FIGHT IT ENDS TONIGHT, IT ENDS[/align] The ReVoltrons begins to flicker black and white images of Sean Madrox with a hint of red for added blood effects. The photos are in a way distorted, but it surely paints what is actually happening in them; pure chaos. The stage is quickly engulfed in smoke as a spotlight sways back and forth awaiting the arrival of Mr. Phenomenal. Sean finally makes his appearance on the stage with a microphone in hand, he flips it in the air and catches and begins to taunt his infamous “X” as the crowd gives the missing man a mixed reaction. He pulls the microphone to his mouth and breathes deeply into it. JH: I can’t believe it folks, Sean Madrox has made his return back to the ring, after a couple weeks off. CL: Last we saw of him, he was getting his ass kicked by Tier and losing his Contendership to the former proprietor of FIW. CM: I think we might see some rumbling in the top ranks. Sean: “IT ENDS TONIGHT!” The words barely part his lips as he devilishly flashes his veneers to the spectators. Sean: “I couldn’t help myself anymore, just laying back and watching all of the shit unfold, especially seeing Tier walk away as the Dual Crown Champion.” Shaking his head Sean can’t help, but roll his eyes. Sean: “I give it to him though, he was able to beat me a few weeks ago for my contendership, but that is besides the fact because tonight is going to be the end of it all. Tonight Mr. Phenomenal is back and he is on a fast track to the very top, unlike the poor economy in this shit hole.” JH: Sean seems to have his eyes set on capturing the Dual Crown Championship that Tier just won days ago… CL: Can you believe that he can walk out here and think that he is going to get the chance to face Tier, pathetic loser he is. CM: I dunno, he might be the very guy that can dethrone Tier. CL: I can’t help, but want to slap you in the back of the head. The spectators respond with hissing and Sean happily soaks it with open arms. Sean: “How I missed that warm sensation, you boys are better than the people back in the states. Well seeming that tonight I don’t have a match, I guess I’ll just kick rocks and let the rest of the roster bore you with their shenanigans. Hope you all don’t get your money worth, especially since your paying in yen.” Sean once again raises his arms into the air forming the infamous “X” as his music explode through the speakers and he backs into the black curtain and out of side. CL: Talk about a waste of air time… JH: I guess he just wanted to show his face and keep the crowd up to par. CM: Both of you are ridiculous, I really think he was out here to send a message to Tier and that was that he is going to get retribution. CL: Yeah you think that Chip... JH: Well, ah... let's move on to another action-packed match for this evening; the Xtreme Kitten giving the Dragon a shot tonight! CM: Finally. JH: You agree that Dragon's done enough to earn his? CM: Yes. It's about time someone give Dragon a shot. And I hope it's right between the eyes. I'm so tired of this guy taking up my TV time... JH: This COULD end up being an upset for XK! CM: Upset? In Dragon being killed, the man’s so quiet he makes… CL: You two look like a darling couple, your choices though guys, always knew you were sausage swallowers. JH: Excuse me! CM: Yeah, he may dream of doing it, but he can keep dreaming, I am high material I have you know. The lights go dim as "Headstrong" by Trapt begins to play throughout the arena, red strobe lights then begin to flash, rotate, and light up the stage and gold pyro begins to shower down to the left and right of The Dragon as he appears on stage. With his head down and standing there for a few second, he then looks up and begins to confidently walk his way down to the ring. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and has a time limit of fifteen minutes! First, hailing from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds and standing at six feet five inches… THE DRAGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!! As The Dragon makes his way to the ring he pauses in front of the stairs and looks out into the crowd before running up the stairs and into the ring. The Dragon then makes his way to the left turnbuckle, climbs up it, and lifts both arms in the air and flexes his chest and arm muscles as he pauses for a few seconds and then climbs back down in anticipation of the beginning of the match. CM: He really is going to de isn’t he? CL: Hopefully, the pussy needs a good ass kickin’ JH: It could be a upset win, I have faith in him. CL: Good for you, I have faith Kitten’s going to make him bled like a pig. 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 his opponent! Hailing from Shoal Bay, New South Wales, Australia, weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds and standing at six feet three inches… XTREME KKKIIIIITTTTTTEENNNNNN!!!!! Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again kicks the fencing with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring; they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs. [align=center]I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction[/align] Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. JH: Kitten doesn’t look to pleased. CM: How the hell do you know? He’s wearing a mask! CL: Jonathon stares at men that much, it’s just that easy eh? JH: No! I… I… CL: It’s fine, we all know you like playing receiver. The Dragon looks ready to go, Kitten looms towards Lucy who is nodding her head for some reason, The Truth looks at both, seeing there ready to begin then calls for the bell. as soon as the bell sounds, Kitten charges at Dragon, not expecting it he evade Kitten but gets nailed right in the gut with a knee, making him double over, Kitten then grabs him, in a hammerlock, lifting and with no remorse DRIVES! Him down onto the turnbuckle with a hammerlock back drop on impact Dragon rolls to his back, holding his arm in discomfort. XK really not looking to bothered about Dragon’s pain then moves towards Dragon, lifting him into a kneeling position, he then begins absolutely decimating him with a barrage of snap low kicks right to Dragon’s face, after the first five he just stops blocking them and seems already out of it, but XK ends after the fourteenth kick, letting Dragon just drop to the canvas in a heap. JH: Jesus, Kitten’s killing him. CL: I know… it’s fucking awesome! JH: Dragon doesn’t deserve this though. CM: He’s getting it though. XK looks down at Dragon who stirs, rubbing his head to try and gain some focus, XK just stands there awaiting him to stand up and as he does, XK boots him right in the gut, then Irish whips Dragon,. Dragon comes back and dodge’s XK’s attempt at a knife edge chop, Dragon then comes back with pace but all he gets for his effort is a HUGE jumping knee strike that on impact just knocks him straight back down to the canvas, XK then smirks, making a cover… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …XK LIFTS DRAGON‘S HEAD OFF THE CANVAS![/align] CM: Ohh naughty, I like. CL: O…k, why am I in the middle of both of you, this could be one of your wet dreams. JH: Why’d he do that he could of won! CL: Punishment isn’t over, this is what all fan lovers should get, bastards all of them. JH: This isn’t fair and you know it. …XK looks towards Lucy, grinning who just gives him a “what you doing?” look, he looks to the fans signaling it’s not over just yet as he picks up Dragon, Dragon looks quite groggy. Kitten then out of nowhere hit’s two vicious slaps to Dragon’s left and right cheek before NAILING him in the head with a elbow, the impact making him reel into the ropes, he comes back and XK just smacks him right in the face with a knee, the impact making Dragon drop to the ground again, but this time he begins to bleed form his nose, XK looking pretty proud of himself doesn’t even stop, he picks up Dragon again, lifting him onto his shoulders with a torture rack, Dragon looking to out of it to even fight back… JH: Just end it dammit! CM: Stop bitching man, h shouldn’t climb in the ring if he can’t take a ass kicking. CL: XK is my new hero, this is like better then sex! JH: Oh god, come on a Pyscho Driver? CL: Fucking him up, gotta do it right. …XK keeps him on his shoulders for a while, he seems to be thinking though, before he drops him down he RUNS at the turnbuckle, nailing Dragon right into the top turnbuckle, smashing his face on impact, his nose looks severely bloodied as it’s pouring now, XK doesn’t care though, The Truth does though, he calls for the bell as he signals for the end, he tells Michael Anderson what’s going on as Xtreme Kitten looks towards The Truth… MA: The referee has ordered that this match be stopped, therefore winner via referee stoppage… XTREME KITTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEN!!!!!! …XK looks towards Truth who is telling XK he’s won, but before XK let’s go off Dragon, he DRIVES him into the canvas with a Psycho Driver, the fans boo as Dragon just looks completely fucked, The Truth checks on Dragon as XK raises his arms, looking very proud of himself, he then takes his championship and exit’s the ring as EMT’s come to Dragon’s side. JH: Oh come on! You’ve won leave him alone! CL: That’s bullshit! The man’s fine, he can take it. JH: His nose could be broken! CL: And? He’s fine. …XK exits through the curtain to the backstage, Lucy just shakes her head as she walks through too, the camera last sight is of Dragon laying bloodied on the canvas, we cut to commercial. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] |
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| Minister Wighty | Dec 7 2006, 03:25 AM Post #4 |
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Padded footsteps do not echo down the hall. Instead, they quietly weave their way though the backstage area, passed wrestlers, managers, ring monkeys, anyone who might be traversing down the same hallway as the one wearing the camoflauge. All she has to do is follow her nose to find her target. The real question is what will she do when she gets there? Kailey holds to the shadows in a convenient alcove just across from a row of locker rooms, her fingertips gently running over a small wooden shape she holds in one hand. She bites her bottom lip, wondering what to do, trying to decide if knocking on the door would even be worth it. She'd be setting herself up for a fall. She knows it. But dammit, she can't seem to stop herself. Not now. Not after everything. Maybe it's the holidays. Maybe that is it. Maybe that is why she is having such strong feelings. Like the feeling that it is now or never. The sound of many voices coming down the hall startles her from her reverie. As the voices get stronger, so do the butterflies in her stomach. She moves to the door and raises her hand to knock. She can't. She just can't do it. She hears a voice from within and all the color drains from her face. He is coming toward the door! Swiftly turning on her heel, she jogs away, only slowing down when she sees the small group of workmen are right in front of her. They smile and wave in greeting and she smiles back, her calm exterior hiding the volcano within. After they pass by, she lets out the breath she didn't realize she was holding, and sprints back to her own dressing room, eager to see and end to this particular day. The camera cuts to a different part of the arena, we happen to stumble across a scene not usually a familiar sight, Elrick playing with Skye, he has her raised up as the camera pans out to see his locker room, the usual stuff inside of it, nothing usual. Elrick’s playing with Skye, lifting her up and down as she giggles, he seems happy, really happy in fact, dressed in his wrestling attire too, as the two play, in walks Megan, she comes in looking some what angry, Elrick not turning towards his wife, continues to play with Skye, that is until Megan walks over and takes Skye from him, placing Skye in her crib, Megan then turns to a confused looking Elrick. Elrick: Uhm… hey what’s wrong? Megan not looking too pleased, moves towards him, Elrick’s sat on a chair and Megan moves another one close to him, she keeps eye contact at all times, the mood of the room seemingly very intense. Megan: I saw your little promo; you have doubt that you love me or Skye? BAM! That takes instant impact on Elrick, his whole mood swings 180 and he looks down, he looks towards Megan, trying to explain to her with his eyes but he can’t. Megan: Why didn’t you tell me? Why lie? We promised no more lying! We promised each other we’d talk about everything, if we can’t talk or even see the true you, I can’t stay here, me and Skye will go back to England, give you more time to thi… Elrick reaches forward, his hand places itself onto Megan’s and silence overcomes the room, not even Skye makes a sound. They look towards each other, answers and questions seemingly been asked through there eyes towards each other but nothing being said, until Elrick breaks the silence. Elrick: I’m sorry, I’m just scared of loving you, and I mean so much has happened, so much could happen now it just gets so difficult that you know, I just want to… I have given up and I do think I need time, but don’t go back to England, stay with your mom? Megan nods, a tear slowly sliding down her cheek, Elrick places a finger under it, catching and ending its journey, he then stands up, picking up Megan to her feet too. Elrick: We both need time and you and I both know it, just go stay with your mom with Skye, when I’m ready I’ll come to you, ok? Pack up and when I come back from my match later tonight, I’ll take you to the airport, ok? I do need to go think though, so I’ll leave you be ok? When we’re ready and I come back to the states, I’ll come see you. Megan takes in everything; she grabs and embraces Elrick with a hug, the passion and love so obvious in both of them, but then Elrick pulls away, Megan places a hand on his cheek and smiles. Megan: You know I love you, good luck tonight Chris, I have faith in you and I know we’ll get through this, good luck and beat someone up for me. Megan smiles, Elrick flashes a smile back and then looks towards her, his eyes looking deep into her soul. Elrick: I love you too; see you later and Megan, thank you for understanding. Elrick turns and makes his leave, holding Megan’s hand one last time before slowly there fingers separate, Elrick then leaves the locker room, the camera fading as we don’t need to see anything else; we cut back to the commentary desk. CL: Elrick's a pussy. I can't believe the level of filth that wants to align themselves with Tier, Xanthius, and Graver. JH: You don't even know who's going to BE in the Revolution yet. Tier STILL hasn't made his announcement. CM: Actually, I just got a memo stating that the announcement will be up on FIW.com after the show tonight. Something about a last-minute changeup? JH: That could be interesting. Well folks, be sure to keep your eyes tuned to our website after the show! MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a 15 Minute Time Limit! 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. [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] MA: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Fourteen Kilograms; The Saviour of Sorrow; OOOOOOOOOOOOOONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAGEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! CL: What the fuck is that infernal racket? JH: It sounds like he’s getting what we wrestling types like to call a ‘pop.’ Put simply, this crowd seems to like Onikage. CM: But he’s boring and straight edge and technical and stuff! JH: Exactly. 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 an uncharacteristically warm 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 this entirely strange thing called admiration. Onikage sits in the corner as he leans his head back against the middle turnbuckle. Na-Ka-Hata! Na-Ka-Hata! Na-Ka-Hata! Even before the music starts up, the Nakahata chants begin. A mystifying occurrence in the States, but judging by the reactions he’s got elsewhere, it’s not even the smallest part strange here. The entrance cage begins to fill up with smoke and the crowd rise as the synthesised intro to Rusty Nail begins [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru kawaranai yume ni[/align] [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] MA: And his opponent, from Komachi City, Aichi, weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Twenty Kilograms; The Judo Sensei; NAKAHATA KIIII-YOOOOOOOSHIIIIIIII!!!!!!!! The entire world explodes in an eruption of pyro and cheering and smoke as the chorus to the song begins. The dust settles, creeping gently away from the stage and out towards the ring; leaving in its place the man himself, hood down so he can survey the arena. [align=center]Dore dake, namida wo nagaseba Anata wo wasurareru daro Just tell me my life Doko made aruite mite mo Namida de ashita ga mienai[/align] With his hood now pulled up over his head, Kiyoshi starts the lonely walk towards the ring; Tag Title around his waist over a Japanese flag, the Fighting Spirit Championship in the Black Box in his right hand, held out towards the crowd in lieu of the high fives. With the smile growing on his face, he reaches the ring steps, he hands the box to one of his seconds and unhooks the flag from under the remain belt as we ascends the steps and takes the long way to his corner around the apron; taking the time to throw the flag into the crowd. When he reaches his own corner, he vaults up onto the top turnbuckle, adjusts his coat and waits… CL: What in the name of Ebisu is going on here? JH: Looks like we’re having a little delay in the start of the match for the streamers to be cleared? CM: What kind of moron throws toilet paper at the ring? JH: It’s not toilet paper, philistine, they’re specially made streamers! [align=center]Ding, Ding![/align] And so it begins: the hometown hero, the noble gaijin finally facing off in evenly matched, honourable competition. The crowd loves every second of it, and the two men haven’t even emerged from their corners yet. Both men have finally shed their entrance attire and are just about ready to start; Kiyoshi starting the traditional clockwise circling with his very first step off the ropes. Onikage, by comparison takes up his guard in the very centre of the ring. The Judo Sensei takes up his own fighting stance as he turns away a kick aimed at his thigh with his shin guard. CL: Onikage And Kiyoshi getting cheered? These people must really hate Pro Wrestling. CM: I know man; next they’ll be politely applauding some kind of boring hold or something stupid like that. Fed up of deflecting Low Kicks; Kiyoshi drops a hard slap right onto Oni’s chest, but he elects to back off when met with a flurry of palm strikes. He checks the Masked Oddity’s rush with a pair of his own, but the first is ducked and the second ends with an Onikage Shoulder Throw. CL: These two could at least do me the honour of beating each other senseless, none of this pussy-footing and throwing and whatever. With a look that says, “So it’s like that, is it?” Kiyoshi rolls back to his feet. Feinting a strike, he grabs Oni and immediately goes for the same throw that just put him down. The Demon Shadow skips away, but what kind of Judo Master would be bothered by that? Pulling his opponent’s shoulders in the opposite direction he’s trying to escape, and sweeping his leg in; Kiyoshi affects his own throw. Admittedly it wasn’t quite so spectacular, but the effect is the same; Onikage on the mat. Kiyoshi’s first instinct is to follow himdown, land on top and tighten up for a quick pin attempt [align=center]One! Two!! Kick Out!!![/align] In an effort to stop Kiyoshi keeping his weight over him; Onikage take the collar of Kiyoshi’s t-shirt, pulls it tight, and tries to get a half strangle on. Kiyoshi responds by attempting a Chickenwing Armlock, taking his weight up just long enough for Onikage to roll over, taking Kiyoshi’s arm under himself in the very same Chickenwing he was going for himself. It’s not a particularly effective hold, as it doesn’t effectively take advantage of the leverage afforded by Onikage’s not inconsiderable size, but it does reduce the White Haired One’s options. In the end, the most effective, in his eyes is to hurl Onikage as far and as hard as he can. This doesn’t quite work as well as he might have hoped; The Saviour of Sorrow still has a good grip on Kiyoshi’s arm; lands on his feet, but gets bundled into the turnbuckle… CL: Go on, Kamen freak, make my day, break his arm over the ropes! CM: Ya wha? CL: You really know nothing, don’t you? It means mask. Buddha, have you made absolutely no effort to enjoy some local flavour? CM: Well, there wa- JH: Schoolgirls don’t count, Chip. CM: In that case no. Hey… I didn’t even… You sick bastards! JH & CL: We didn’t say anything… It’s hard to tell which is more awkward; the silence on commentary or the tentative break in the ring. The break does come, to the applause of the crowd, and is still accompanied by completely quiet commentators; irrespective of this, the match continues with Kiyoshi actually turning his back on Onikage…? Well, not completely: the lighting is such that were he to advance, Kiyoshi would see it with the way his head’s turned to look over his shoulder. Onikage’s clever enough not to bite and waits for Kiyoshi to get his distance before the exchange of probing low kicks begins anew. Knowing that it will take something a little bigger to put his opponent away, Kiyoshi tries a slightly more proactive tack: JH: LAAAAARRRRIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAATTTOOOOOO!!!!!!! CL: Who the fuck do you think you are? That guy from All Japan? That works. [align=center]One! Two!! No!!!![/align] Keeping up the strike-based offence, Kiyoshi switches to the knees before Onikage can make it back to his feet; who shoots in, takes him by the waist and bridges back with a Northern Lights Suplex!!! [align=center]One! Two!! Kiyoshi Rolls Out!!![/align] Kiyoshi rolls out, towards Onikage, taking him over and clamping on a scissored front sleeper! CM: Yay for holds and other boring crap! CL: Actually, it isn’t that bad. Could be better, for example, if these guys weren’t bent on destroying my very way of life!!! Arguing will get us nowhere; crawling to the ropes, at this point will get you everywhere. At least if you’re Onikage, it will, spurred on by an Oh-Ni-Ka-Geh! Chant, makes it. CL: Will you all please just shut you Raijin damned mouths already?!?!?! And he receives another clean break for his troubles, with slightly less kafuffle than last time, mostly because he’s at Nakahata’s mercy which means Shiro-chan doesn’t feel that threatened when he rolls off the hold. The applause, once more, is deafening for the two men as they make it back to their feet. Daring his opponent to try grappling with him some more, it’s Onikage, strangely enough, who takes the initiative with the old favourite low kicks; which are mostly turned away pretty easily off of Kiyoshi’s shin pads. This however means he can’t slide in for the take-down without being met with a foot or a knee or a roundhouse right to the ear! Balance destroyed, Kiyoshi goes down, and here’s the pin! [align=center]One! Two!! Shoulder Up at 2.5!!![/align] JH: Nakahata gets his shoulder up seemingly on pure instinct and nothing more! CM: I know he’s Red Cell, and by default I love him, but I don’t know, he seems to be missing something… Can’t quite place it… CL: How about the guts to gouge someone’s eye out with light-tube? All this banter only serves to keep our attention away from the action in the ring, which has now progressed to that old Hiroyoshi Tenzan favourite, the Buffalo Sleeper: a sleeper hold, with one arm trapped behind the head. In this particular instance, the arm isn’t quite locked behind the head [maybe it is, and Kiyoshi’s really, really strong,] and he reaches behind for Oni’s mask as he bravely struggles to his feet. As the victim of the hold; it’s now his turn to hear his name ring out around the crowd. His now paint-stained face breaks out into an increasingly sleepy grin, but he finds his footing. The Oddity tries to drag him back down, but the Other DC has this in mind, and rushes them both back towards the ropes - full pelt – knees into his own chest to fully get the impact onto his tormentor’s chest; two steps forward on the rebound and… JH: IIIIIIPPPPPPOOOOOOOOONNNNZEEEEEEEIIIIIIII!!!!! In truth, it was an awful Judo throw. Technique was all over the place: it relied on brute strength opposed to cunning manipulation of balance. His sensei would not be pleased. It did however, look exceedingly pretty; at least the Budokan faithful thought so, and the Na-Ka-Hata! Chants continue with renewed vigour, going up to a third level when Kiyoshi shockingly managed to go straight to the Sankakujime, not taking the arm in his usual manner, mainly because he’s checking he still has a throat. Obviously, he does, otherwise it would be extremely difficult to continue this match, but sometimes, you just need to reassure yourself. The unhooked arm does give Onikage a tiny opening to counter attack the hold. First order of business is to loosen the thigh across the artery to the brain which is easier said than done; but can be achieved by rolling this way & that and then pushing it away. CM: When will it end? Vision now starting to clear, The Saviour of Sorrow now has to escape. Also not an easy task, when you’re up against someone half your size, let alone someone with a 10lbs weight advantage on you. Struggling to your feet is nigh on impossible; but somehow [“someway,” as well, if I was feeling like JR,] Onikage makes it. Now is the time for the escape. Sizing up the situation, and the distance, and everything else you can think off as the fog redescends Onikage does the only thing his oxygen starved brain can think of; pounding away at Kiyoshi’s stomach. Not quite so artistic at first, but as Kiyoshi’s grip starts to loosen and so, the masked man starts to pick his shots a little better, culminating in a slight lift, just enough to give him the angle to drive his knee into Kiyoshi’s kidney. There we go, hold broken in a paragraph and a half, and we’ll end it with a flourish and a Jack-knife Cradle. That’s what the Smackdown! Series so unimaginatively calls ”Pin With Bridge” [align=center]One! Two!! Kick Out At The Last!!![/align] Immediately; starting almost at the exact second Kiyoshi starts his kick out, The Artist steps up, spins around and prepares to make Kiyoshi the Flavour Of the Week!!! Cover!!! [align=center]One! Two!! Three…??? Foot On The Ropes!!![/align] And for once, Kiyoshi does it on his own. That’s good. I was starting to worry he’d forgotten how to do that for himself. Onikage gives him a wide berth after the break. A noble move, although not completely well advised. JH: LAAAAARRRRIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAATTTOOOOOO!!!!!!! CM: Cram a sock in it, Bitchen. Onikage takes it on the side of the head, before he even turns round properly! Kiyoshi keeps it going, once again, rocking the mask that rocks the head with those knee strikes, and Oni starts to succumb; a Scarf Hold follows, which until he drags them back for the amateur style grounded headlock, is a pin [align=center]One! Two!! Onikage Cuts It Back!!! One! Two!! Kiyoshi Cuts Back!!![/align] And Kiyoshi’s in no mood to keep this up. Amateur style grounded head-lock it is. But microseconds before he can get it hooked in, Oni gets his own knees back in the actions, jabbing them up towards his own chest. Before his knees reach his chest, they reach Kiyoshi’s spine. In a beautifully slick move, Onikage gets a sleeper, and is clearly attempting a mandible claw to go with it as Kiyoshi bundles them both into the bottom rope. CM: Aww man, another clean break? JH: Yes, I love it. Wary of the rush this time, Oni slowly backs away with his guard still up. Kiyoshi comes fast anyway; ready for the Lariat to be ducked, checking himself and gutwrenching Oni right up into a Canadian Backbreaker! The charge to the turnbuckle follows; JH: Ouch, that’s going to hurt! CL: I’m moderately impressed. For a match with no blood, no weapons, and no fun stips, this has been moderately decent. Shame Kiyoshi’s finishing that Straight Edge Fuck Head right now. Ok doughboy, you’ve broke his back against the turnbuckles; now finish it! JH: And here we go; out of the corner for the Aichi… NO!!! CL: Slips away… No… NO!!!!! That shout of “NO!” was For Whom The Bell Tolls. It, I’m afraid tolls for Kiyoshi. In a similar manner to the Buffalo Sleeper escape, he tries to throw The Saviour of Sorrow into the ropes, but finally, he’s hip to it. Stamping down on Kiyoshi’s calf so hard that his other leg flies out from under him, leaving him trapped, sitting alone in the middle of the ring. Flailing and squirming fails him, and he eventually, reluctantly, taps out before unconsciousness takes him. [align=center]Ding, Ding!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner, by submission; OOOOOONIIIIIIIIIKAAAGEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! The arena erupts with applause as Simple Survival returns to the PA as the Straight Edge Saviour gets his hand raised in victory. Soon enough, and true to his word, Onikage offers his hand to Kiyoshi, who’s washing his mouth out with water and having magic spray to his neck and shoulders. He looks up at the victor and passes him his water bottle and tries to stand. Still woozy, he doesn’t quite make it first time. A slightly irate Onikage throws the bottle away as Nakahata brushes off the second trying to help him stand up. The reason for this becomes apparent when Kiyoshi actually does take his feet once more. Turning around to face his opponent, without hesitation, or any further hint of reluctance shakes his hand, to a mixed Na-Ka-Hata! Oh-Ni-Ka-Geh! Chant, before taking his leave. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] Shortly after the match the camera switches over to the backstage camera crew, who are currently near the gorilla position. There are a few random staff members in the shot but not a whole lot else. That is until the masked oddity that just won his match walks past the camera. It pans to the side and slowly follows the direction he is heading in. Why becomes crystal clear when the lanky and pitiful form of Jeff Noon is revealed standing in Onikage’s way. The FIW interviewer is looking as timid and frightful as ever while he is holding his old micro phone. He seems to have lost a bit of his nerve when the Savior of Sorrow actually starts approaching him. A slight shake occurring in Jeff’s hands and knees, his eyes looking like a deer’s caught in the headlights. Jeff: Um…uh…erm…uh…um…eh…H-hi….uh…erm…I w-w-w-was hoping for your…uh…. As Noon struggles to recall what he wants to say, the larger man walks right past him. The pathetic man turns around and starts staggering after the Straight Edge Artist. Jeff: Thoughts! I was hoping for your thoughts on your v-v-v-victory? This is when the masked oddity stops abruptly and in turn, results in Noon bumping into his back. Instinctively Jeff flinches and cowers in horror, expecting a brutal beating coming his way. Onikage: I do have some thing to speak upon. Noon’s face lights up like a kid’s on Christmas that just got the bike he wanted so badly. Jeff: Really?! The dark hazel eyes behind the hideous mask stare down like two daggers at Jeff Noon. Onikage: Yes, I really do Jeffery, but it isn’t about the match that just occurred. Jeff: C-cool! …Wait…w-w-what? The excitement and then immediate confusion of Noon seems to rub Onikage the wrong way as he holds a expression behind his mask very few make. It is the kind that you might give some one incredibly annoying or that is so stupid, you might ponder for a moment if they were dropped on their head as a baby. Onikage: Now that I’ve dealt with Edmond and after keeping a close eye on this matter, I believe it is time. Time that I use some thing I earned to take some thing that is more rightfully mine than its current holder’s. This is some thing which I had prepared for by facing another champion earlier tonight. Not to discredit Nakahata-dono, since he fought and he fought well, but I had an alternative motive for requesting this contest. Jeff blinks a few times, soaking in all of this information before asking the obvious question. Jeff: …Which is? Onikage: To use this contest as a measuring stick of sorts for what will await me on January twenty seventh, two thousand and seven. The date of the event known as Nensai Senjou and it is the pay per view that will take place at the Tokyo Dome. And on the fourth anniversary event of Full Intensity Wrestling I will be standing across the ring from a familiar face. As it will be the date that I finish my business with Wolfgang and take the FIW Undisputed International Championship back. I am growing ill with watching his idiocy and arrogance grow with each passing month. He did not even learn his lesson when he allowed such an amateur as Vinj take that championship away from him once. His very existence in FIW is slowly becoming a cancer on its backside and on January twenty seventh, I will remove him. Even if I have to snap both of his legs so he can never hit that ridiculous Cat Kick again. His eyes trail up towards the camera, glaring into it with a fiery passion. Onikage: But I thought I’d at least give you the courtesy of being warned of what awaits you and giving you time to prepare Wolfgang. After all, unlike you, I don’t need to resort to using such cheap trickery like putting some one into a coma to get the job done. I will be the end of you, Wolfgang and I will do it with my own artistic abilities. Onikage turns to leave but stops in mid-turn when he notices Jeff looks to have some thing on his mind and ready to ask another question. Jeff: So…does this…er….uh….mean no Ordinary reunion tour? FIW’s masked oddity scoffs in disgust and pie faces Noon with his hand, sending him on his ass before he storms off, |
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| Minister Wighty | Dec 7 2006, 03:27 AM Post #5 |
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”Recorded Earlier in the Day” for the second time this evening flashes over the screen before it fades in. Once again the bland hotel room of Extreme Ninja #2 is the scenery of choice. However, it would appear some time has transpired since the last visit to the room. A traveling bag rests on the bed with the Extreme Ninja uniform now neatly folded on top in it over some other clothes. Also to the side of the uniform in the bag is the paper work given to EN #2 earlier by Smarty Smark and one other item. That item being the still partly deformed plastic mask of the Extreme Ninja, which is sitting on top of his uniform. The deformed side looking likes some kind of monster or gargoyle. Apparently he’s yet to get the mask fixed to look like its proper self once more. A figure walks out of the bathroom, his black ninja robes showing it to be Extreme Ninja #2. Though now he is also sporting a black clothe around his head that covers from the nose downward. He starts heading towards his bag when there is a knock at the door, he turns in mid-step and heads to it. Just to be careful, this time he peaks through the eye hole before opening the door. With the door now opened it unveils his newest visitor to be a man that was seen earlier in the week on FIW programming. He is slightly shorter and leaner than Extreme Ninja #2, but is wearing the same attire with a slight difference in color. His Extreme Ninja uniform is black and green instead of black and blue. Plus he just happens to be the man that signed Extreme Ninja #2 up for the Revolution, and for whatever reason, he’s holding a laptop. Extreme Ninja #4’s Laptop Reads: Konichiwa Extreme ninja #2-senpai. The two ninjas bow to one another and Extreme Ninja #2 offers his fellow Extreme Ninja access to his hotel room, shutting the door behind him. Extreme Ninja #4’s Laptop Reads: I did as you requested of me, on both accounts senpai. Extreme Ninja #2 nods his head and turns his back to the less experienced student of referring ninjitsu style and focuses on his back. He flips the top over and zips it shut before slinging the strap over his shoulder to support it. After this basic task is done he looks back over at the newest pupil of their master as if waiting for some thing. Extreme Ninja #4’s Laptop Reads: It took a bit of work, but the second request has been met. He will meet with you and asked me to escort you to the meeting place. I hope this isn’t inconvenient for you senpai. The second of the Extreme Ninjas shakes his head to signal no and thus the two head towards the door, the camera cutting back to the arena before they even make it to it… JH: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the main event and I think we are all looking forward to it. CM: Hell yeah. CL: I was until this guy showed up… SS: Hello noobs and noobettes! JH: …What are you doing here Smarty Smark? SS: What? A guy can’t just innocently want to sit here and enjoy a match with you nerds? CL: No, and I’m not a fucking nerd. CM: Hey, hey Conse, don’t use that tone with Smarty. CL: Don’t make me bitch slap you silly. SS: Pffft, like you could emo boy, I’d slap you and pwn you before you ever touched him. JH: Gentlemen, gentlemen, lets get to the match shall we? MA: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the main event of this edition of ReVolt and is set for a thirty minute time limit. It is one fall for a finish and your official for this contest is Tony Clarke! The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] …The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. SS: Does some thing smell like failure? Oh wait, no, it’s Elrick! CM: Buwhahahahahahahahaha, Elrick smells like failure. CL: Fuck you two school girls, Elrick is going to ass rape some Red Cell members before it’s all said and done. JH: He very well could help further his career tonight. The opening riffs of ‘Sehnsucht’ pound through the PA system as smoke covers the stage and red spots flash and dance around the arena. [align=center]“Lass mich deine Träne reiten übers Kinn nach Afrika…”[/align] Xanthius steps out onto the stage looking around at the jeering crowd. He focuses on the ring and descends the steps walking without hurry, but not slowly either towards the ring. The flashing red lights stop and the house lights return to normal as Xanthius steps onto the apron and then into the ring. Xanthius’ eyes turn blue as he awaits the start of the match. CL: Speaking of guys making an impact, this guy has yet to be pinned or submitted in his stint in FIW thus far. Also he’s been mowing down Red Cell member after Red Cell member. SS: More like he’s been extremely lucky and there won’t be much left of that now that he can’t cheat. JH: I don’t seem to recall him cheating when he defeated Matt Impact two weeks ago. CM: Of course he did, you are just so blind you didn’t see it. With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the three ReVoltrons and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the concrete stage. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the entirety of the elevated stage where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like a religious worshipper before their God. [align=center]Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say[/align] This is the prompt for a flash of light and a series of small explosions around the stage and ReVoltrons before two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight appearing on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down past the press of females on the concrete stage, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step. The women get to their feet and depart as soon as the Russian start to walk down the steps from the stage. As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring. CM: Such a shame, such a good wrestler stuck with such a group of rejects and losers. JH: I wouldn’t call any of the team losers or rejects, especially Tier who is our reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion. SS: No, they aren’t, Graver and Onikage were the Rejects, ha! I slay myself! CL: …I hate you so fucking much. The house lights drop suddenly to blackness, prompting the crowd's excitement. [align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..." RISE![/align] Mushroomhead's "Damage Done" squeals and thunders across the sound system as flames ignate onstage to form a formidable wall. Through those flames steps none other than our Dual Crown Champion, the Immortal, Eternal Red, the God of Violence... TIER! [align=center]Get the hammers high! Get in line to get fucked up! Get the hammers high! Get fucked up![/align] Tier nods his head to the music and moves toward the ring, toting both Dual Crown straps on his shoulders. He approaches the ring proper and climbs up onto the apron, holding his titles as he steps through the ropes. The lights suddenly BURN red as the squeals return. Tier moves to all four sides of the ring displaying his championships before finally handing them off to the official and ascending the turnbuckle. He props one foot on the top rope and raises the "R" hand sign high in the air, screaming along with the music and the fans. [align=center]GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! DON'T DOUBT THE HATE THAT'S INSIDE OF MY HEART! GONNA BREAK HUMANITY JUST IN SPITE OF ME! GAZE INTO MY EYES AND YOU'LL FIIIIIIIIIIIND!!![/align] Tier pops backward off the turnbuckle as the music fades out and the lights return to normal, the fans at a fevered pitch. JH: And there he is folks! The man that defeated both Remy and Kailey just last week at Violence Fetish! The man that ended Remy’s career as well! CM: Those titles don’t belong to him! And soon enough be shown the truth of his so called Godhood. SS: Probably the only guy on his team with decent workrate though. CL: Workrate’s overrated. MA: Introducing the first team…They are a combination of the Russian Jackal as well as Xanthius, Elrick and the new FIW Dual Crown Champion Tier. Those three men representing…THE RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVOLUTION~!!! The Red Cell logo appears on the big screen to a massive collection of jeers as “The Hunt” by Sepultura starts to pound out of the PA system… [align=center] [/align]Dazzles of red lasers spray around the arena as the lights fade revealing the silhouettes of members of Red Cell from behind the entrance curtain as the beat of the music starts to pick up… From behind the curtain the members of Red Cell come out decked in their colours of black shirts and night camouflage. [align=center]“We went into town on the Wednesday night Searching all the places that you hang about Were looking for you In the back street cellar and the drinking clubs In the discotheques and the gaming pubs Were looking for you You will pay the price for my own sweet brother And for what he has become And a hundred other boys and girls And all that you have done!”[/align] Matt Impact walks out infront, pushing his way threw the baying fans… The Red Cell mastermind, LOBO Malvado, walks behind with that sinister sneer on his face which passes across to the fans that get on his case… The figurehead of Red Cell, Toan walks behind him along with Momoko Wakari armed with her trademark Stop Sign, sickle and staple gun trailing not far behind… Right at the back, Mijutso Tenako, the Red Cell gofer, with a jovial smile on his face despite the fan’s not so warm reception for the faction he is part of holds up one of his many hand-painted signs in his collection which reads; "U R now entering the Kingdom Of Pain" [align=center]“We picked up the trail at the seven crowns One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds We followed him Just a silhouette figure up market pass Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass We followed him Over the bridge by the old canal Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall He stopped to light up a cigarette And we dived into a doorway. No police, no summons, no courts of law… No! No! No! No! No proper procedure, no rules of war No! No! No! No! No mitigating circumstance No! No! No! No! No lawyers fees, no second chance No! No! No! No!”[/align] Impact gets to the end of the aisle before splitting off and standing guard on either side of the aisle, allowing LOBO to climb into the ring and bad mouth/sneer at the crowd baying for their blood… Toan and Momoko follow soon after along with Mijutso who nearly crotch himself on the middle rope trying to get his hand-painted signs in. [align=center]“There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat There are old folk battered in the open street In this city of ours There are eyes that see but say nothing at all There are ears that hear but they dont recall In this city of ours So we followed your man back to your front door And were waiting for you outside ’cos not everybody here is scared of you Not everybody passes on the other side! No police, no summons, no courts of law… No! No! No! No! No proper procedure, no rules of war No! No! No! No! No mitigating circumstance No! No! No! No! No lawyers fees, no second chance No! No! No! No!”[/align] Toan stands proudly in the centre of the ring and removes his shades, looking out with a contemptuous glare at the fans as Impact climbs into the ring and Mijutso proudly holds up a sign reading; “Hey, Conse! VAGINA!!” [align=center]“And we could spent our whole lives waiting For some thunderbolt to come And we could spent our whole lives waiting For some justice to be done… Unless we make our own!”[/align] LOBO exits the ring as all the rest of the faction remain inside as Mijutso politely takes the house microphone off Michael Anderson for Red Cell’s personal introductions… 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] Announcer: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing 240lbs, MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!! Maj grins as his name's announced. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Maj gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just returned by Tahal back to the 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. CM: Darn it! Maj interrupted Mijutso before he could do Red Cell’s introduction! SS: Truly is an injustice against society. CL: More like mercifully sparing us from having to listen to that gimmick filled shtick again. JH: Thank the lord he did, and it looks like Anderson’s managed to get the mic back from Mijutso! MA: Get back! Get off of me! I’ll sue you if you try any thing!....Ahem…And introducing the opposing team….It consists of Momoko Wakari, Matt Impact and Toan representing RRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEED CEEEEEEEEEELLLLLL!! Also representing Red Cell is LOBO Malvado in their corner. As well as the fourth member of their team is…MMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAJ TAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAL~!!! SS: Yeesh, talk about horrible, Mijutso’s introduction is definitely better. CL: Shut up, you dumb smark. CM: What’s your problem, Conse? It was worse. JH: That’s certainly debatable… [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Momoko Wakari and Xanthius are starting off the match for their respective teams, circling around the ring from one another as they do a few stretches. Red Cell’s Pink Haired Demon looks on in an unnerved manner, but only for a moment before she charges forward. Sadly, she races right into a huge back drop when Xanthius lowers his upper body and throws her over his head, sending her flying and crashing through the air. Impressively she scrambles back up onto her feet only for Xanthius to pie face her, sending her tumbling away from his massive frame. CL: Pff, the idiot is realizing what happens when you face a person that is a giant in comparison to yourself. SS: Oooo, a back drop, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those before, so innovative these Horrorcore bums are. JH: You’ve never seen a back drop before? CM: …Sarcasm is your friend dweb. Luckily the small Japanese woman rolls through her tumble and rolls right back up onto her feet in her corner, gripping the middle rope. Her team mates try and encourage her aside from Maj while she tries to get her head to stop spinning. This isn’t the time to stop and take a break though, as Xanthius barrels right into Red Cell country. He tosses up roughly and a bit sloppily a knee and drives the point of his knee cap into her mid-section, knocking all of the wind out of her! JH: Good grief! Xanthius is showing his dominance yet again in that FIW ring! CM: Just you wait, Red Cell will bounce back, even if this is the preverbal three on four match with how Maj is acting. SS: Also wait to praise him when he actually shows what he can do against a person that isn’t about half his size in height and weight. CL: Yeah, hey, let’s throw you in there Smarty, you are even fucking bigger than him! Sure that would get all your buddies raving on the internet and giving it five snow flakes, and shit. He snarls lightly at Toan and Matt before he wraps his large hands around the throat of the still gasping Wakari. Tony starts commanding the Horrorcore supporter to let go of the choke, but instead Xanthius runs out of the corner with Momoko in hand. In mid-run the big man launches Momoko into the air and her body flails around helplessly. With a thud she face plants into the canvas and rolls over, clutching at her face as she curses in Japanese and Xanthius saunters over to her. CM: Come on Momoko! Do some thing! SS: If this is a squash match, we riot. JH: Kayfabe, Smarty, kayfabe. CL: Yeah, breaking kayfabe is my fucking gimmick you fat sloppy bitch. Clarke tries to settle down Toan and Impact who are looking ready to bust out of their corner when Xanthius leans over Momoko and wraps his hands around her throat again. Swiftly he lifts her up into the air and off of her back by her throat, but it is in mid-lift that she strikes, her thumb shooting out. It jabs Xanthius right in his former bad eye, causing her foe to roar out in pain and drop her onto her feet. He stumbles back, swinging his arms about wildly as Tony misses it due to Toan and Impact. SS: See? It isn’t always is it the biggest or strongest or most skilled that wins. CL: Yeah, if you are a fucking down right cheater! CM: Brilliance on Momoko’s part! JH: This is disgusting! Tony Clarke doesn’t see a damn thing due to Toan and Matt! While Horrorcore’s other supporters and Ragin try to point out this injustice to Tony, he is too busy to notice Momoko pulling some thing out of her tights. Like a snake she strikes, rapidly driving a steel fork’s points into Xanthius’ face wherever she can hit. Another roar of agony follows soon after from Xanthius as he tries to get away from the attacks. In a last ditch effort attempt he pie faces Wakari, once again sending her tumbling away. CL: Daughter of a bitch! She just used a fork behind the referee’s back! CM: Guess Toan’s more than just helping Momoko exact her vengeance on what Horrorcore did to her. SS: Of course, he’s taken her under his wing and is mentoring her daily on the great arts of wrestling, such as the classic use of the fork. JH: And you know that, how Smarty? Oddly enough, Momoko doesn’t charge right back in, instead she races into the bounces and springs off of them. With quite a bit of momentum behind her she jumps into the air at the last minute, which allows Xanthius to catch her with both hands on her throat. Though even odder, this seems to be what she wanted as she uses this close range and higher view point to start repeatedly stabbing his face again! All of this stabbing plus the extra weight is too much for the big man and he stumbles back into Red Cell’s corner. JH: More and more Red Cell are showing their true colors and amazingly, making me want to side with Horrorcore. SS: Bah, any one with half a brain would know that Red Cell’s side is the only side. CL: What is with you sticking up for them so much? CM: Isn’t it obvious? He’s a fan, and who could blame him. The team mates of Xanthius have had enough, Tier and Elrick try to enter the ring but Tony instantly gets on their case, trying to get them to stay out. Once again this is perfect timing for Toan and Matt to start pounding away on the enemy with Momoko. Impact undoes a boot lace and wraps it around Xanthius’ neck, choking him from behind as Wakari continues to stab him! As soon as Clarke turns around Momoko tags into Impact and hides the fork, and likewise, Matt hides the shoe lace. CM: Heh, the Revolution’s big secret weapon is getting dismantled. This is the sort of team work you’d never seen from some Horrorcore freaks. They’re all selfish and only care about themselves, unlike Red Cell. JH: Well, if Impact doesn’t continue to cheat, another outing between Xanthius and him could be excellent. SS: If you start calling these two either hoss or a young stud, I’m putting a bullet through your forehead. CL: Leave Bitchen and his fetish for muscular well oiled men alone, it’s not his fault, it’s just how some of us are born. Matt smirks confidently and mockingly slaps the taller man several times across his face before suddenly starting to choke him. His legs flail about as Impact tries to strangle the life out of him and Clarke starts his count. At the count of four Tony starts telling Matt to let go when Mijutso raises his sign which reads “He’s got until five, ref”. Just when it looks like Tony is going to say that very number Impact releases the choke, but adds insult to injury by kicking Xanthius rather low. SS: Ha, that Mijutso is one silly bitch, not to mention a good pool boy. CM: I know, he got my pool so clean, I felt almost bad having to pay him what he charges for it, it is such a steal. CL: Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were supposed to be doing commentary, not acting like we are at Tuesday Night Bingo at the local VFW hall. JH: These actions by Matt Impact are simply deplorable! No regard or respect for the rules of the match whatsoever! FIW’s World Tag Team Champion roughly presses his forearm against the messed up face of his opponent, pushing the back of his head against the top buckle. He proceeds to scrape his forearm across Xanthius’ face, resulting in muffled groans of pain. For the second time Tony starts a count on Impact, though this time Matt turns to him to tell him off. It is while he is trying to do this Xanthius springs back to life, grabbing him and carrying him right across the ring to thunderous applause! CL: Keep going Xanthius, keep going! Run! Run! Run you bastard! Get to that fucking corner! SS: No way! He’ll never friggin’ make it! Matt’ll stop this nonsense at once! JH: Tag Xanthius! Tag! You are almost there! CM: Crap! LOBO! Momoko! Toan! Do some thing! Quite a bit of force is behind it when Xanthius tosses Matt Impact down, making his head collide back of it first against the bottom turnbuckle in a modified spine buster! Impact rolls away from the corner while Revolution’s biggest man tags out to the Career Killer. Elrick races into the ring and Xanthius falls limp to the ground, rolling out of the ring. Slowly Matt starts to get to his feet near his corner, clutching at his head and his Red Cell associates trying to warn him of what awaits him. JH: The tag was made! The tag was made! Elrick’s in! Elrick’s in! SS: I can repeat every thing I say twice too! I can repeat every thing I say twice too! It’s not dramatic, it’s annoying! It’s not dramatic, it’s annoying! CM: You just got pwned sucka! CL: Stop trying so hard to be internet hip, Chip, because you fail at it, badly, fucking horribly in fact. The fans are on the edge of their seats as Elrick paces in place; his heart looking like it is pounding a mile a minute as Matt stands up. Without wasting another second he rushes forward and Matt looks on puzzled at his team mates’ words. It isn’t until it is too late that he realizes what they were trying to tell him, when Elrick locks in a full nelson. The FIW Tag Champ flies through the air and crashes face first into the canvas with an ElrickPlex’06 amazingly! CM: Gah! Matt Impact’s beautiful profile! Elrick might’ve just ruined it! CL: Yes! Fuck yeah! Pin that mother fucker! JH: I agree! Pin him, Elrick! Pin him! SS: That would be a highly illogical move, not like the ElrickPlex ’06 is going to be enough to put Matt away just yet…or ever. Perhaps sensing Smarty Smark’s words may very well be true, Elrick waits eagerly when Matt starts to stir and starts getting to his feet. The England native runs forward and sends Impact staggering back with a lariat! He grabs a hold of Matt and whips him into the ropes and shuffling his feet in such excitement to hit whatever he is planning. When the larger man returns to Elrick’s presence, the Career Killer wraps his arms around him and tosses him over head with a belly to belly suplex! SS: Didn’t any one tell Elrick that lariats and suplexes are so two thousand and two? CM: Apparently not Smarty. CL: Dumb move not trying to at least fucking pin him, but at least he’s still got the advantage. JH: Elrick is on fire tonight and proving his worth! With a bit of effort he manages to lift Impact back up onto his feet and starts hammering away on him with left and right hands. Each punch stings Matt and keeps him dazed long enough for Elrick to whip him towards a neutral corner. The Horrorcore supporter chases after his opponent and looks to meet him in the corner with a leaping lariat. But in mid-move Matt hooks Elrick’s arm and leg and drives him skull down with Sit Your Ass Down! CL: Ffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuck!!! SS: Sit your ass down! St your ass down Conse! …Oh and Matt hit his move called that too. CM: Comedy gold! High five Smarty! JH: Can you two get a room already? Impact gasps for air and shakes his head free of any cobwebs, growling slightly and staggers a bit towards his corner as Elrick heads for his own. Both men get to their teams at the same exact time and tag out, Tier and Toan entering the ring. The two men stare each other down from across the ring and a chill runs over the crowd. Slowly the two start pacing the ring from one another as the intensity builds and the air grows thick around them. JH: It’s the FIW Dual Crown Champion and the number one contender for his title. These two men will face each other again just one pay per view from now with those very titles on the line! CM: It’s time for Mack Daddy Toan to lay the smackdown on that renegade ho known as Tier. SS: Without a doubt my client is coming out on top. CL: Wait a fucking second, your client? As in Toan? Well now this whole thing is starting to make a bit more fucking sense. God of all things Violence nears the Zeus of all things Hardcore and the two reach out for each other’s hands, locking up with one another. Both immediately go to try and over power the other in a test of strength, but neither gains the advantage. Seeing the futility in such an action, Tier unloads a echoing martial arts low side kick to Toan’s ankle. The Crimson King howls in pain but keeps a hold of one of Tier’s hands, in mid-agony twirling it and inflicting some right back on Tier. CM: Ow-ow-OUCH! Poor Toan! That might swell up! JH: He doesn’t show it very often, but Tier does know a few martial arts basics himself. SS: Right, more like he watched one too many Bruce Lee movies back when he was hanging with the blonde bimbo and they scrambled his brains too. So now he thinks he knows kung fu. CL: Fuck you, he’s the most skilled when it comes to striking out of any body in this match. Tier flinches slightly when Toan rears back on the twist, even going as far as to jerk it to try and pop the deity’s shoulder out of its socket. Perhaps growing bored of simply trying to pop the shoulder out and showing more agility than most people his age, Toan spices it up. He makes some room and gets a running start before doing a one hand cart wheel while still holding Tier’s hand in the hold. This cart wheel brings him behind the now kneeling champ and fully locks in a modified wrist lock. SS: Eat your heart out Nigel McGuinness…or Johnny Saint for that matter! CL: God, your witty elitist smark banter is really grinding my last fucking nerve. CM: What’s a Johnny Saint? JH: And that my friends is the sad state of affairs wrestling is in now a days. Roughly the Hardcore Jesus buries the top of his head into Tier’s shoulder blades and pushes the God down to the mat and onto his belly. Once he’s on the mat Toan maneuvers his positioning so he is kneeling over the mid back of the deity. He twists and wrenches on the arm, even furthering it by inter locking their fingers and twisting them as well. After a slight nudge of Toan’s head, suddenly LOBO jumps up onto the apron and distracts Tony as the Red Cell’s in-ring leader bites down on Tier’s arm! CL: What the fuck?! Is this god damn referee blind or some thing?! SS: Bite down, bite, squeeze Toan, squeeze, pierce that flesh! JH: Yet again Red Cell play the numbers game to try and gain the advantage! CM: In this case, to further gain it. Unfortunately for Red Cell, Tier’s team isn’t going to take this so easily and Xanthius enters the ring and barrels towards Toan & Tier. With it aimed low enough to connect with his head, the giant of Revolution nearly takes Toan’s head off with a yakuza kick! The Hardcore Jesus falls off of Tier, releasing the hold and Xanthius quickly makes it back to his corner. Both men stir a bit but don’t show much sign of life while the Japanese fans quietly applaud, trying to rally Tier perhaps. JH: Xanthius just came in with the yakuza kick! He nearly took Toan’s head off! CM: Awww, but Toan’s pretty submission locks and chain wrestling… SS: The lack of puro moves in this match is frightening. CL: Hey, there’s been two head drops, that’s pretty good for a FIW match. It is when Tier reaches the ropes that the Immortal Eternal Red finally gets up to his feet, using the ropes to aid him a bit. He shakes his arm a few times, grimacing at the pain it is currently in from the hold when he spots Toan getting up. Using a burst of adrenaline, the God of Violence bolts across the ring to the smaller man and leaps into the air. “CATCH ME!” he screams, hitting a rather high note while he takes Toan down with a cross body! CM: …Are we sure Tier isn’t just a woman who had a sex change? CL: I’m going to fucking smack you Dipshit Martin. SS: Hey, to be fair, Tier does have quite the girly man voice. JH: A poll on FIW.com said his voice reminded people of their Jewish Grandmother….whatever that means. Still feeling that blood pumping through him, the God of Violence does some thing he hasn’t done in quite some time, he kips right up to his feet! He races towards the ropes and bounces off of them, coming back towards Toan’s fallen form when he jumps. Tier soars through the air and crashes down back first against the Hardcore Jesus’ mid-section, knocking the wind out of him! Amazingly, he is still feeling the affects as he crawls towards the turnbuckle for whatever reason, the Japanese people chanting “T-ee-l” the entire time. SS: Fuck me deadly! JH: …No thank you. CM: What the hell are these fans chanting? Are they chanting a color’s name?! CL: No fuck wit, in Japanese Rs and Ls are often pronounced the same, it is merely a culture barrier and a native tongue that reframes them from chanting his name correctly. FIW’s current top dog grabs a hold of the bottom rope and pulls his body up and slowly climbs up to his feet using the buckles. Mean while, the Hardcore Jesus slowly makes his way up to his feet as well, clutching his ribs. He stumbles and staggers, not noticing Tier climbing up the turnbuckle now. In fact he doesn’t even notice Tier until the deity is in mid-air, and he narrowly avoids the Happy Landing attempt to take Tier’s head off with the Jesus Bomber in mid-air! CL: Fuck! Tier missed the double stomp! CM: Ahhahahahaha, he spun around Toan’s arm like he was some thing out of a cartoon. SS: Or some thing out of the mid nineties state side gimmicks. JH: Toan hits the Jesus Bomber and the pendulum known as momentum has swung back into Red Cell’s favor! Wheezing and coughing are all the sounds the God of Violence make before he gets back up to his feet, getting applause from the Japanese fans. Though he simply gets a boot to the gut and a snarl from Toan, the Crimson King hooks him in a front facelock. He throws the two of them back and spikes the Immortal Eternal Red top of the skull first into the canvas! As he is sitting there beside Tier’s limp form, Toan seemingly takes up mimicking Sabu for some reason, though it becomes clear when Mijutso raises his sign, “DEATH FROM ABOVE!” JH: We saw a Happy Landing attempt and so it only makes sense we see a Death from Above attempt. CM: Course, because any thing Tier can do Toan can do ten times better. SS: Exactly! CL: Wow, do you guys need a diaper or can you manage swallowing that bullshit? Despite his fellow team mates’ words against the idea, Toan ignores them and heads to the very same turnbuckle Tier was at moments ago. The veteran gingerly takes up the task of making it to the top of the corner, and makes it after a few moments. He stands up straight while he is perched up on the turnbuckle and jumps off, aiming with deadly accuracy. Though it is all for nothing because the God of Violence rolls out of the way, sending the Hardcore Jesus knees first into the canvas! CM: Good god! Toan might’ve just shattered his knee caps! CL: One can hope. SS: Bite your tongue or I’ll file charges against you for being so offensive! JH: This is any one’s ball game now folks! FIW’s Japanese fan base is divided, some urging “Teel” on, and others urging “Toon” on to their respected corners and to tag out. At near snail like pace the two crawl towards their corners, nearly every member of their team on both sides cheering them on. Just as it looks like Tier might be the first to tag out, Toan makes a desperate leap towards his corner. Both men at the same exact time tag out, Tier tagging out to Ragin’ and Toan tagging out to Maj Tahal! SS: The only two men we’ve yet to see in this match are about to hook it up baby! If Maj wins this, shrimp cocktails for every one! JH: These two men met last week and it saw Maj Tahal prevailing, could we possible see a repeat of that?! CL: No fucking chance in hell is that happening, Ragin’ is going to kick Maj’s ass. CM: Boo! Hiss at Maj for what he said about Red Cell! Tokyo’s crowd erupts into frenzy when the two men enter the ring and immediately rush towards one another’s being. Tahal leaps into the air and looks for a flying lariat only for Ragin’ to duck the attempt and swing Maj around, looking for his own. This time its Maj’s turn to avoid the attack and he reverses it right into the Shakti running STO! Ragin’s head bounces off of the canvas and both men try to scramble up to their feet to beat the other! CL: Fuckity fuck fucky fuck fuck on a fucking stick! The kid just showed up Ragin’! SS: With the running STO he calls the Shakti! JH: This could spell trouble for Ragin’ and his team! CM: …Yawn, I’ve lost interest. Ragin’ when he gets to his feet snatches a hold of Maj and whips him towards the ropes, however, the Panthera shifts the momentum and sends Ragin’ instead! The Russian Jackal barrels into the ropes where LOBO whacks him with a light tube right across the back as Mijutso distracts the referee! He staggers out of the ropes only to be nearly taken out of his boots by the variation of the spear known as the Bhaia! Maj Tahal is feeding off of the adrenaline he is building and the mixed reaction as he races towards a neutral corner. JH: LOBO Malvado just struck Ragin’ on the back with a light tube! CM: Huh? Wha? What are you talking about? Light Tube? I don’t see any light tube. CL: Yeah, those white bits of dust just started floating around and covering Ragin’s back all by themselves. SS: You are out of order, Conse, don’t make me put you in contempt. Maj Tahal scrambles up the neutral buckles and to the very top, staring down from all the way up at Ragin’s limp and prone form. His team mates try to tell Clarke what happened, but sadly the referee doesn’t believe them. The Tokyo crowd is leaning towards a silent and hissing like jeers at Maj, who smirks arrogantly at them. FIW’s Panthera launches his body into the air and flips several times before delivering Bombay Nights to Ragin’ and going for the cover! CM: Bombay Nights! Bombay Nights! I have no clue what’s going on but Maj is making the cover! JH: This is horrible! This is dishonorable! And most of all, this is high way robbery! [align=center]1![/align] SS: Hahahaha, the plan worked like a charm! CL: Plan?! Plan?! You mean you fuckers had this planned all along?! [align=center]2![/align] CM: Huh? Why didn’t Red Cell tell me about the plan? I thought we were down… JH: I can’t believe it! Are you telling me what I think you are telling me, Smarty?! [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] SS: I’m not the only one unveiling their connection to Red Cell tonight! Mijutso: The winners of this match…Maj Tahal and Red Cell…I guess….WOO! The crowd, once more, boo erratically. Maj looks around, grinning intensely. General Kumar Singh climbs in, holding a microphone. He hands it to Maj. “Spitfire” by Prodigy dims out, as Toan comes standing in the ring, with LOBO by his side. Maj: Well well well, once again you people are left more stumped than the victim of masturbation from Edward Scissorhands. CM: Even on a major plot turn, he’s still a comic genius! CL: A cock joke, no wonder Chip liked it… Maj: Toan, even you look surprised for once. This of course, confuses me. I mean, what did you expect from the man of originality? Of course I would join Red Cell, the entire concept of the Revolution disgusts me. I mean Horrorcore? When have I ever gone near Horrorcore? It’s a filthy, disgusting version of what has now been defiled. There is no skill involved with jumping off a 20ft ladder with a chair covered with barbed wire into a man through a burning table covered with C4! How can any man even begin to enjoy watching that?! By this point, the rest of Red Cell have come into the ring, standing along with Toan and LOBO, watching on as Maj explains his actions. Maj: Now, Toan, you of all people should’ve guessed that LOBO would come to me when you wanted new members. I know that after this week I sent out a message that you were going to be in for a rough ride, but I would’ve thought you’d have seen through it. Let me tell you why I’ve decided to side through with you. At the PPV you impressed me. You caught me off guard, after making sure that I was the only competition left. You know that I’ve always been a fan of using both braun and brain when it comes to wrestling, and you showed me exactly what it is that I need to do. I’ve said it many times before, I am the future of FIW, but you, Toan, are the present. You’ve been wrestling longer than I’ve been in this country. You showed at Violence Fetish that you truly deserve this title shot, and I’m going to make sure that I can learn as much as I can for you. Together, along with Red Cell, we can make sure that this future we’re heading for, where you win what you deserve, and I one day become the top draw, will be a future of a pure, paradisiacal and perfect FIW, and not some cheap NGIW/Iron WIL rip-off. So, what do you say? Toan looks doubtfully at LOBO, who instead of returning the look, just shows one of immense pleasure in his work. Maj offers Toan the mic. Toan takes it slowly, and brings it up to the mic. CM: Here it comes, when the two greatest of FIW at the moment team together. I’ve been dreaming of this moment… Toan: …didn’t you sign the Revolution sheet? LOBO looks confused, turning to look at Toan. Toan just looks straight on at Maj. Maj first does not react, but then begins to smile. The rest of Red Cell, however, are as confused as LOBO. CL: Not quite the answer you were expecting, was it, Chip? CM: He just needs to make sure that Maj is clean, that’s all. Yeah, that’s it… Maj takes the mic once more. Maj: Hmm yes, good question. I’ve got some footage that I made sure was purposefully left out of that promo. Roll the clip I mean. Maj points to the ReVoltrons. The clip comes in, showing the General walking off after Maj has just signed the Revolution sign-up sheet. Toan watches intently, as the camera on the tron swings back around to come onto the sheet once more. It zooms in on the sheet. On there are the list of names that had already signed: Grant Rice Nightmare Extreme Ninja #2 Elrick Judas The camera at this point freezes, as Maj once again takes center stage. Maj: Hmm. Judas. That’s curious. Last time I checked, my name was Maj Tahal, not Judas. JH: What the Hell is Maj playing at now?! Maj: Judas…Judas…oh wait, that’s right! You see, like Judas, I betrayed for the greater cause. I turned on the Revolution to join Red Cell, and soon, the sacrifice of Tier to Toan will have to be made, for the greater good of mankind. CM: Oooh I love it when Maj talks religious. JH: He’s been Muslim, Sikh, Hindu, Jewish, and now apparently Christian. Buddhists had better watch out. CM: And Revolution! They’d better watch out too! Maj: So my intentions are true, and all that’s left is for you, Toan, to accept me in. What do you say? Maj offers his hand. Toan looks to LOBO, who nods his head. Toan sighs, and then shakes Maj’s hand. Maj grins, as he then suddenly grabs Toan’s wrist. Toan looks in shock, ready to defend himself, when Maj then raises Toan’s arm up in a victory pose. Maj doesn’t seem notice Toan’s reaction, as the Red Cell leader suddenly realises. Then, Momoko grabs Toan’s other wrist, Matt takes Momoko’s, the General takes Maj’s, LOBO takes the General’s and Mijutso takes Matt’s. They all then lift their arms up in heroic victory, as the crowd begin to mass boo once more. “The Hunt” by Sepultura starts to blast from the P.A. once more. SS: And now gentlemen, I abid you good night, it's party time...Red Cell style! CL: You fucking son of a fucking bitch! CM: Hey wait Smarty! Wait for me, I'm up for a party! CL: Gah! I fucking hate you all! Fuck this shit! JH: Well folks...I guess I have to do the ou- CL: No, fuck you I'm not leaving before I fucking do this shit. For Jonathon Hitchen, and that bitch Chip Martin, I'm fucking Conse, we'll see ya next week in Hiroshima! You wouldn't FUCKING DARE miss it!
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