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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 22 2006, 04:02 AM (263 Views) | |
| Crimson Shards | Dec 22 2006, 04:02 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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| Crimson Shards | Dec 22 2006, 04:07 AM Post #2 |
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The camera cuts to a dark and dingy area, seemingly a locker room though if you didn’t know any better, you might think the boiler room. Neither a large man in a skull mask nor the current General Manager is in sight though, so it can’t be there. Within the darkness of the ceiling, a light hangs off of it and vainly tries to shed some light on the room and Xtreme Kitten. A man looks like he hasn’t groomed since the last broadcast and hasn’t changed out of his ring gear from that week. In his hands rests a new item though, cradling it gently in them, it is the chain Lucy uses to lead him around. Despite this rather sad setting and appearance, his body language tells a different story. His eyes along with it show the burning rage building within his body, so much so that it is trembling. ??????: Amor del amperio hora, es una amante cruel, ¿no? The body to go with this depressive and soul crushed sounding voice comes out from within the darkness. He is wearing near polar opposite attire of Xtreme Kitten’s, his being mainly black with orange stripes. As well as he is a few inches shorter and quite a bit skinnier than his fellow feline friend, and seems to be Mexican. Xtreme Kitten’s head slowly turns as his grip on the chain tightens, burning holes into this other masked man. XK: I don’t have time for your idiotic annoying dribble. So speak English, make sense in Spanish or get the hell out of my locker room. An oddly bitter sweet smile plays over the lips of this other kitten behind his mask. ??????: Si, I forget you are the only one of us that fails to speak the home tongue, my apologies Máscara del Gatito el segun- XK: Don’t call me that, I never accepted that title from him and I speak it when I'm there but we aren't there, we're ??????: In a dark steel clad hell that is rife with the stench of the human decay. XK: Detroit? No wait we aren't even in America. Why are you here besides to prove that there may be some one I hate more than the person I have on my mind right now? The “Mexican Kitten” folds his arms over his darkly tan chest and looks down at the bigger man. ??????: Ah, the one that failed against you for the title? The one that harmed your Lu- Xtreme Kitten actually shows cat like reflexes when he springs to his feet, his chain wrapped hand shooting out and wrapping around the other man’s throat. In the blink of the eye he makes the other man shuffle across the floor and slams him up against the wall. He lifts him up into the air, growling and hissing as his eyes explode in fury. XK: Stop fucking toying around with me you emo piece of shit! And if you ever so much as think about utter her name, I will snap your neck in two! Now tell me why you are here?! Gasps and groans, and wheezing are all that comes out of the other Kitten’s throat, though oddly enough a smile slowly forms on his face again behind the mask. He almost appears to be enjoying the pain and near death experience Xtreme Kitten is putting him through. Slowly his hand slips into the waist band of his tights and pulls some thing out of them, lifting it up. The two swing between the light and the darkness as he holds it up, and immediately Xtreme Kitten let’s go, taking the item. XK: I can’t believe it…he…sent you? Xtreme Kitten’s fury subsides for the moment and is replaced by astonishment at what he is holding in his hands. It is a small white business card but as he flips it, we see what is on the front of it. A logo not seen too long ago on another segment in FIW, a logo that highly resembles the mask both Xtreme Kitten and this other man wears. The other masked man rests his head against the wall, a grin still on his face. ??????: …If only you had held on for a few more moments…My wind pipe would’ve surely caved… He releases a wishful sigh while Xtreme Kitten’s anger starts to flood back over him when he looks down at the smaller man again. XK: Be quiet about that and answer me, did he send you?! The man let’s out a “hmph” like noise and pushes his body up so he is sitting right up against the wall. ??????: Si, he wanted me to check on you and aid you in your time of need as he knew you would be feeling conflicted right now. Xtreme Kitten sighs and holds the card tightly in his right hand, his left still cradling the chain in it. XK: Conflicted? I'm not conflicted, I know exactly what I want to do all I need to do now is find him! He kicks the wall in rage and causes a massive echo to ring out through the room, clenching his fist around the chain. XK: Bastard betrays me not once but twice and…hurt Lucy…. Beside him the sound of the other Kitten dusting himself off is heard and then he walks back into camera. A slight morbid smirk on his face as he eyes the unseen damage to the wall from the Undisputed International Champion’s kick. ??????: I think I may know of a way to vent some of your steam, hombre. The head of XK tilts ever so slightly towards his visitor, revealing only a small glimmer of the dark rage captured in his eyes. XK: What do you have in mind Gatito Negro? This revealed fellow Kitten fighter takes a few steps forward and to Xtreme Kitten before the camera cuts else where. CL: Well fuck me and call me a Bitchen wanna-be, more faces, don’t people realize being good means you fucking suck. JH: Conse, these two look like fine athlete’s. CM: Jonathon, that’s because a moron, both will get lots of fans, but nothing but a ton of ass kickings. JH: No, there’ll be honest, dignified and… CL: Pussies, big, wet pussies. Trumpets and drums blasts as Standing Ovation plays on the PA system. The lights fade into a light blue color as a white spotlight shines on the entranceway. Shaun walks out and the spotlight disappears as he walks to the three stairs. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a tag-team match! First hailing from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds and standing at five foot eleven inches… SHAUN “THE DDDDDDDDDYYYNAMOOOOO” WWWWWWWWIIIIIILLLLSSSSSON!!!! He stops and turns his back facing the entranceway as white pyro rains from the ReVoltrons. He then runs and slides into the ring, running and climbing onto the turnbuckles. He then backward flips off the ropes into the ring as he stretches and gets ready for his match. CL: See, look at him, it’s another Nightmare or Elrick, depressing really. JH: I for one are glad, we need more men like them. CM: Losers? But we have you both. CL: How bout I kick your ass fuck stain. As "Lose Control" by Evanesence turns on our normal closed gates at the entrance of our stage is open. Long black mesh looking material is draped around the gates. From the back exits our very own Zesboca Devani with a loose black scarf that almost matches the material on the gates. She twirls the material around her body doing a simple start of a belly dance for the crowd. She slides across the stage grabbing a hold of the material on the gates. As she dances and slides across the floor she pulls the material with her. The last bit of the material is yanked down and left on the floor a long with her scarf. She stands at the end of the stage above the steps staring at the crowd. [align=center]"Just once in my life, I think it'd be nice, Just to lose control, just once, With all the pretty flowers in the dust."[/align] MA: …And introducing his tag-team partner hailing from Cairo, Egypt, weighing in at one hundred and fifty four pounds and standing at five foot ten inches… ZESBOCA DEVVVVVAAAAANNNNNIIIII!!!! Zesboca shakes her lower half with the rhythm of the song. Not taking the steps she jumps straight down from the stage. She spins dipping her body a little with her. Zesboca smirks and makes her way to the squared circle. She touches a few hands along the way mainly to the men that are rooting for her. Again she doesn't take the steps and slip in-between the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles. JH: Another talented female joins our roster, under the tutorage of T-Bird too. CM: She sucked on Slam! Well so the guys said anyways. JH: Hey that’s unfair… CL: Wait till you see what I say about her, she’s… JH: OH LOOK NIGHTMARE! [align=center]CALL ME THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE CALL ME THE AMERICAN DREAM CALL ME YOUR SOUL CORRUPTED CALL ME ANYTHING YOU NEED![/align] The lights cut out immediately after Rob Zombie begins screaming the lyrics of "The Great American Nightmare", causing the crowd in attendance to cheer as loud as they possibly can which pretty much deafens anyone within a 5 mile radius. Dark purple strobes and searchlights begin to assault the entire arena now, as the fans' eager attention turns to the stage which has been pretty much engulfed in purple smoke. After a few moments which seem like forever to the rabid fans in the audience, the smoke disperses just enough to allow the fans to focus on the hulking form of Nightmare standing tall and defiant in the entryway, the blazing strobes giving the Prince of Pain a very ghoulish look. MA: On his way to the ring at this time, from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds and is a former FIW WOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE PRINCE OF PAIN", NIGHTMAAAAAAARE!!!! [align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE? YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH![/align] He lingers for a couple moments, soaking up the tremendous reaction, then he steps through the smoke and down the stairs making his way down the walkway, keeping stoic focus on the ring. Once he reaches the ring he stops for a moment to doff his coat off of his massive shoulders and drop it to the floor, before hauling himself onto the apron. He enters the ring, going to one corner and climbing up onto it to show the cross devil horns for the crowd to shoot flashbulbs at. Nightmare steps down, producing a single white lily from his trouser pocket. He picks off the petals of the flower, crushing each petal in his hand and scattering them all over his corner. Once his ritual is complete Nightmare settles into his corner watching his opponent or the entryway intently, as his music fades away. CL: Speaking of tits, it’s Nightmare. JH: Now come on, he’s not all that bad, he’s a legend on Slam! CM: No he wasn’t, the guy got lucky all his career. CL: Like you and every women you’ve been with Chip. From the arena P.A. system arises Grant Rice’s music. The bass thumps through the arena’s sound system as we await Grant. [align=center]You Can Hate Me You Can Hate Me Hate The Air That I Breathe Air That I Breathe Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be Next Thing To Be Well I Ain’t You and You Ain’t Me![/align] Grant slowly emerges from the curtains and onto the stage. He is met with a chorus of boo’s from the fans before he even has a chance to do anything to provoke them. Grant just ignores them as he walks forward before stopping to look out into the crowd. He shakes his head before continuing down the steps and proceeds to walk down the aisle toward the ring. MA: …And introducing his tag-team partner hailing from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds and standing at six foot three inches… GRANT RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEEE!!!!! 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. CL: Now this is a shame, this guy could of kicked all these asses, but he’s gone soft. CM: No, he’s been Nightmared. JH: Nightmared? CM: Turn into a complete idiot and can’t wrestle for love or money. CL: God knows he don’t have both those skills either. As both teams discuss tactics seemingly, Grant starts for his team, Shaun for the other and both look towards each other, not really looking for anything until The Truth calls for the bell, it sounds and the match begins. Both men circle the ring, watching each other seemingly until they both go into a collar and elbow tie-up, which Grant takes control of with a headlock, he then swings it around into a hammerlock, Shaun tries to get out of it via a elbow but Grant ducks and as Shaun spins, Grant just throws him over with a snap northern lights suplex, Grant walks towards Nightmare smirking, Shaun hit’s the mat in frustration, he then stands up and shouts “Come on!” which some fans seem to love, they then both go for another collar and elbow tie-up, this time before anything can accumulate, Grant just rams his knee into Shaun’s gut. JH: Grant using some very well tuned skills. CM: Being a former NGIWer, that shows me one thing. JH: And that is? CM: They still all wised they could be like actual wrestlers. CL: NGIW were, least the boys knew how to take a punch, Slam! Bitches just get owned by girls for fuck sake. Having Shaun doubled over, Grant moves him towards Nightmare, tagging him in which Nightmare comes in and takes the doubled over Shaun into the corner and begins hitting him with some fierce chops, getting a “Ohh!” out of the arena’s crowd. Nightmare then goes for another shot, but Shaun rolls under and as Nightmare turns, he watches Shaun run away, following him only to see Shaun completely change from running away to leaping, springing off the ropes and come flying back nailing Nightmare right in the head with a missile dropkick, taking Nightmare off his feet. Shaun then rolls onto Nightmare looking for the cover… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NO SHOULDER UP![/align] JH: Almost a three. CM: Damn he kicked out. CL: Almost would of ended the match, would have been a lot better then watching this crap. JH: You too are both just jealous. CL: Of what? 4 tits? I could see this at home on a PC, I don’t get paid to commentate it. Shaun seeing he only got a two moves towards Zessy, picking up Nightmare and then placing him in the corner, Zessy enters the ring as both her and Shaun begin hitting Nightmare with strikes, there last one hits with a big impact, making Nightmare come out the corner where Zessy hits him with a snap kick right to the back of Nightmare’s leg, he falls to his knee as Shaun climbs out the ring. Zessy then signals to the crowd, taunting them as she smiles at one crowd who shouts towards her, she then runs to the ropes but as she comes back leaping for a knee, Nightmare catches her and send her flying over with a vicious fisherman’s suplex, releasing her. JH: Ouch. CM: Shouldn‘t of taunted, can tell she‘s a rookie. CL: Showing her tits might make them drop to the floor. JH: Stop being a pervert. CL: Grow a dick. Nightmare quickly gets up and brings Zessy up, she holds her back as she seems in a lot of discomfort, as Nightmare then Irish whips her towards the ropes, she hit’s the ropes and Shaun makes a blind tag, Zessy then walks right into a HUGE spinebuster, Nightmare goes for the cover but The Truth warns him that she’s not the legal man, knowing this he climbs up in time to see Shaun come flying towards him, seeing him in time he boots Shaun in the gut, then moves to Grant tagging Grant in, they both then move to Shaun, Nightmare lifts him up and then throws him forward as he falls, Grant catches him in a DDT, nailing him at quite the sick angle, he then makes the cover… JH: Jesus, DDT. CM: That’s the spirit, break his neck. CL: A bone breaking, ok that might make the match interesting enough to watch. JH: Zesboca has broken the count before he can do anything about it though. She indeed leaps onto Grant, breaking the count, unknown to her though as she hits him, Nightmare’s climbed out the ring and tagged himself back in via Grant tagging him, she’s so full of energy she doesn’t notice and dropsaults Grant out the ring, Nightmare comes in undetected to her and she climbs the ropes, looking toward Grant…. CM: What in the hell she doing? CL: Fucking up by the looks of things. JH: She’s leaving Shaun open for attack, I hate to say it but T-Bird hasn’t taught her well enough obviously. …Zessy LEAPS off the top and NAILS Grant with a top rope scissor kick, making both land on te mats, but as she lands hard on the mats, she lays on the mats and then tries to climb up but looks to have injured herself as she falls back down to the mats holding her right thigh… CM: What was she bloody thinking? T-Bird has trained her well. CL: Killed them both, SWEET!. JH: Look in the ring though, Nightmare has Shaun, the man’s got no energy though. …Meanwhile in the ring, Nightmare has Shaun in a standing headscissor, he taunts to the fans before he then lifts him up, elevated him higher via his pants and DRIVES! Him down with a sit-out last ride, Night mare then looks to see if anyone’s around, seeing nobody Nightmare then makes the cover… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE![/align] JH: Nightmare wins, rookie mistake by Zessy. CM: Ah well, glad it’s over. CL: Same as, now the real action can happen. JH: Your both inconsiderate you know that? CL & CM: Yes. …Nightmare stands up, Grant rolls in the ring holding his neck but still looking ok, Zessy is standing against the apron looking frustrated at herself as The Truth raises Grant and Nightmare’s arms. MA: …Your winners! At a time of five minutes and three seconds… NIGHTMARE AND GRANT RIIIIIIIICEEEEE!!!! …They make there leave as Zessy climbs in to check on Shaun, looking to be apologizing as the camera then cuts to the commentary booth. |
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| Crimson Shards | Dec 22 2006, 04:10 AM Post #3 |
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Quickly it cuts to a plain gray door, from within the door is the sounds of running water, most are familiar with this sound as flushing. Sure enough, moments later the door opens and out steps a bug eyed Graver, pulling up his pants. His body’s actions of shaking are quite contrast his actual expression, which is annoyance. He steps forward and the camera pans out, revealing the two to be in his locker room. Graver: Fuck-that-soda-is-giving-me-the-fucking-runs. The newly Straight Edge Reject clutches at his tender stomach and walks towards one of the lockers in his room. Graver: Fucking-fuck-fuck-Elrick-it’s-his-fucking-fault-my-crap-factory-feels-like-it’s-had... had... RRRRGH. His abnormally high speed and high pitched voice stops long enough for him to grab the locker’s door and open it. Suddenly Onikage springs out from the locker at him! Onikage: Hehehehehe! Hohohoho! Hehehehehehe! Graver: Oh-my-god-what-the-fuck-bar-bee-que?!?! Graver nearly jumps back ten feet from this surprise attack, stumbling upon his landing and crashing down onto his ass. With his eyes darting all around and his chest pounding at a rapid pace, it is then he notices some thing. It isn’t Onikage at all; it is an over sized Jack in the Box’s Jester with an Onikage mask on it. Inside it’s massive jaw line is a letter that floats out and lands at the Straight Edge Fuckamanic’s feet. Graver: That-fucking-sheep-loving-zombie-mask-wearing-piece-of-shit-I’m-going-to-fucking-kill-his-fucking-ass-the-next-time-I-see-him! He snatches the letter up and looks over the black envelop, as if it were some bomb or perhaps poison inside it. On the front of it in gold letters reads “Edmond Graves”, the former FIW title holder’s lip curls into a hyper snarl at that. He in a fit of rage and sugar rush, that looks like a hyper kid on Christmas morning more so than a burning fury, rips open the letter. The entire time he holds the piece of paper in his hands and reads it his body twitches in various areas. Graver: Oh-fuck-you-too-zombie-bitch. The camera sweeps behind Graver and catches what the letter’s content is. [align=center][The Note’s Contents] Dear Edmond Graves, Caffeine, though legal, is still a drug and is still against the Straight Edge life style. As such, you are forbid to drink it as well from this day forward.[/align] Graver’s brain is going too fast on the sugar rush for him to really react properly to this message of bad news. It looks like he is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but the corners of his lips keep twitching into a hyper smile. Slowly the camera pans back, taking one last look over the locker room. He suddenly blinks and sniffs the air around him, smelling some thing foul maybe as the camera cuts back to ringside. [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 DARTS from behind the curtain and DASHES toward the ring. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for THREE falls! Introducing first, making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!! Graver SLIDES headfirst into the ring and POPS up onto the turnbuckle and grabs his crotch, flipping a deuce to the fans as he sneers at them. They show him the same respect before he hops down, ready to fight. CL: Well, it’s good to see Graver back to his old form. CM: Old form!? He’s all jacked up on Mountain Dew! He’ll come at you like a spider monkey! JH: Well he’s going to have to give it up in accordance with his pact with Onikage. As the Straight Edge Savior of Sorrow pointed out, caffeine is illegal to straight edgers too. CL: Onikage ruins everyone’s fun… The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… [align=center]YEAAAA![/align] Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung... [align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align] MA: And his opponent! From San Diego, California… he weighs in tonight at THREE-HUNDRED TEN POUUUNNNDSSS… PRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!! 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. JH: Prime’s been on quite the warpath lately. CM: No kidding! And it’s about time he crush the tiny, puny opposition! CL: Please! He’s a Brock Lesnar wannabe. Which makes him inclined to be shite. Shite with a small dick, I might add. The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… CM: Yaaaay! Nap-inducing! CL: Curse him for making me doze off during a Graver match. JH: Give Elrick a break! He’s one hell of a talented athlete! CM: So’s Kip James, but show me ONE person in the world who thinks HE’S a good wrestler. CL: I know one… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] MA: And their opponent! From Leamington Spa, England… EEEEEEELLLLLRIIIIIIICK!!! …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. Daisuke sidesteps enigmatically out from behind Prime and moseys to his corner as though he didn‘t just appear out of thin air from behind the gargantuan man MA: And finally, from Nagoya, Japan… DAAAAAIIIIIIIISEKEHHHHHH… THE CROOOOOWWW… TAAAAANAAAAAAKAAAAAA!!! [align=center]DINGDINGDING!!![/align] And Graver SAILS toward Elrick so lightning fast he almost leaves an afterimage. Elrick simply ducks down and executes a back body drop that sends Graver careening to the fence barricades. Elrick turns to make sure Graver isn’t going to get back up any time soon and turns right back around into Prime’s-- CM: CLOOOOTHESLIIIIIIINE!!! Prime stretches out his arm and kisses his bicep with a flourish. CM: Ohh yeah! Kiss this, Elrick! Prime doesn’t even have time to turn around before Daisuke NAILS an axe kick to the back of his head! CL: There’s the ninja quickness and reflexes of Daisuke the Crow. Prime stumbles forward so hard he nearly trips over Elrick’s rousing form before WHEELING around with rage in his eyes at Daisuke. Mr. Tanaka, however, begins choking suddenly, eyes bulging and cheeks puffing out. Prime looks taken by surprise for a second before he realizes what’s going on… but by then it’s too late as he gets a FACEFULL OF BLACK MIST!!!! JH: I don’t see how that’s not a disqualification! CM: It’s a mist gland, Hitchen! Do you disqualify wrestlers for making use of their adrenaline? JH: *sighs* Daisuke falls to the mat, clutching at his throat as his mist gland seems to be backed up or something. He starts coughing voluminous globs of black onto the mat in an attempt to clear it… I think. Prime stumbles around blindly, swinging his arm about while the other palms at his eyes to remove the sticky black liquid. Graver suddenly pops up on the apron as though he never took a headlong dive into a fence, kips up onto the top rope and springboards off into a flying clothesline that sends Prime back-first to the mat! CM: What the FUCK was that?! JH: Did Graver just pull an xtreme-style high-flying move? CL: BLASPHEMY!! LIEEES!!! It’s an impostor! Graver stands up and twitches and bolts for Elrick, screaming bloody murder. Elrick’s toes JUUUUST get horizontal on the canvas and he turns around only to get BARRELLED INTO with a Polish hammer! CL: That’s better. That’s the Graver I know and love. CM: Rectally. CL: *SMACK* JH: Ow! What the hell’d you hit me for!? CL: Martin’s too fucking far away. CM: Neener neener! Elrick doesn’t hit the mat, though, as he’s rather close to the ropes they catch his fall. Elrick pushes off and gets DECKED right on the chin before Graver CHOPS him in the chest and presses his body back into the ropes to fire him toward the opposite set with an Irish whip. JH: Graver is really on fire here tonight. CM: Mountain Dew, I’m tellin’ ya. Graver suddenly sort of stalls his engine and half-steps in the wrong direction. He shakes his head as Elrick whizzes by him on the rebound before staggering a bit to the left. CL: Awww, what the crap!? What’s wrong with him now? Elrick rebounds off the ropes and jogs peacefully to a halt beside the heavy-lidded Graver. He waves a hand in front of Graver’s face and Graver tires to strike at it, but is so slow Elrick simply moves his hand away. JH: I think Graver might be experiencing the mother of all sugar crashes! Elrick maneuvers behind Graver and locks him in a full nelson, WHIPPING him overhead suddenly with a snap dragon suplex!! JH: Elrickplex ‘06! Elrick floats over for the pin! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] CL: APEP DAMMIT!! JH: That’ll teach Graver to stick to his straight edge lifestyle. Graver is rolled out of the ring as the bell sounds. Daisuke seems to have cleared his mist blockage problem, though Prime is at ringside with a few EMTs trying to look at his eyes. Prime swats at them, refusing help, and stumbles around blindly at ringside, trying to wipe the mess out himself. JH: Prime’s just being foolish not allowing the EMTs to help him. CM: It’s pride! Pride for being unstoppable! Pride for being unforgiving! Pride… for being PRIME! CL: How the hell did I know THAT was coming… Daisuke gets up and faces Elrick. Elrick tries to lock a collar-and-elbow, but Daisuke doesn’t seem to want to comply with that plan. He instead drops to the mat and shoots an arm up between Elrick’s legs, rolling him up and toward the ropes in a cradle. Graver lurches up onto the apron in a place inconvenient for the referee to see and helps hold Elrick down!! JH: NO! What is he doing!? I thought he was out! CL: Please. Sugar crash or no, one little Elrickplex isn’t going to end a match! CM: Déjà vu… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] JH: Bloody hell! That little cheater… and… and… that OTHER little cheater! CL: Ah, go stuff a cock in it, Bitchen. CM: Yeah, Bitchen. CL: You too, Martin. Eat a bowl of dicks. JH: Well if anything, we can take this as perhaps Graver accepting Daisuke’s invitation to receive training? CL: Yeah, I’m sure. Graver a ninja. Riiiiight. Elrick is pulled out the ring and subsequently stomped on by Graver as Daisuke turns to STAGGER AT THE BLACK-FACED MONSTROSITY STARING AT HIM!! JH: Would you LOOK at Prime! He is LIVID!! CM: Daisuke better run if he knows what’s good for him! Apparently he does, as he cartwheels off to the left. But Prime is not in the mood for games, and simply stomps over to where Daisuke ends up and FLATTENS HIM with an impressive big boot! Not wasting any time with a pinfall, Prime simply hauls Daisuke to his feet and finagles behind him, locking both arms around Daisuke’s and cinching his fingers behind the Asian’s head! CL: THE MASTERLOCK!!!! CM: Shut up, Conse! That’s one hell of a fucking goddamn full nelson Prime has applied to Daisuke there, and you KNOW! Just KNOOOOOWWW! He’s gonna tap out to it! JH: The full nelson is a respected and painful submission maneuver. Daisuke would be hard-pressed to weasel out of it. CL: Two words, Hitchen; You. Wish. Daisuke DOES seem to be slipping a bit as Prime WRENCHES the hold, moving them both toward the center of the ring. CM: Daisuke’s looking dim! GO PRIME!!! J.J. darts around to ask Daisuke if he wants to quit… but Daisuke seems a bit unconscious, so he doesn’t answer. Instead, J.J. goes for the ‘ol three-arm raise… annnd raise number one? Nope, drops like a leaf. JH: I think we’ll be seeing a Prime victory in the next few seconds, folks. Things don’t look good for Daisuke. J.J. picks up his arm a second time! … nope, his wrist is limp as Lance Bass’. CM: C’mon Prime! Whooooo!!! One last chance for a Hulk Hogan-style resurgance of awesomeocity… J.J. picks up the arm… ! AND IT FALLS!!! [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen… your winner, by submission! PPPPRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMEEEHH!!! |
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| Crimson Shards | Dec 22 2006, 04:12 AM Post #4 |
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JH: Next match could be a promising one. CM: You have a load of incredible talent in Kiyoshi Nakahata and Momoko Wakari. CL: Ha! More like Xanthius, he’ll kill all the bitches in there. JH: You both neglect to consider Kailey. CM: I was talking about the winners, not the bit on the side. CL: No you were talking about Xanthius’s beating dummies, the man’s a monster. "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. MA: The following match is a four way dance and is for the fighting spirit championship! First introducing one of the challengers, hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds!!! KAILEY LANEEEEEEEEEE!!!! 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. JH: I hope she beats them all just to shut you both up. CM: That’s why you’re a idiot, because you hope to much. CL: Yeah, better to just smack the crap out of them and do it. 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] MA: Next, introducing… XANNNNNNNNTTTHHHHHIIIIUUUUUSSSSSSSS!!!! 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: Now here’s a legend. JH: No, he’s a monster. CL: Ex-Fucking-Ly, he’ll murder the bastards and make em’ piss blood. CM: He won‘t be.. Before anyone can stop him, Mijutso slides into the ring, taking the Mic from Michael Anderson and stands, waving at a few fans weirdly. The musical jingles familiar to Kill Bill fans of Ironside’s “Quincy Jones” hits on the PA system as red lights around the arena behind to strobe in and out to the creepy air of the music before the ear-splitting tunes of “Dead In Hollywood” by Murderdolls pound out the PA system … Momoko appears from behind the curtain with her Stop Sign in one hand and a sickle and staple gun attached to each other by a chain on each of the handles along with the Red Cell mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado, at her side… Mijutso: First from every Japanese Boy's Dream... quake in fear for it's PEANUT BUTTER MOMO TIME!!!~ This is... MOHHHHMOHHHHHKOHHHHH WAKKKKKKKAAAAAARIIIIII!!! Momoko raises the Stop Sign in the air for the admiration of the fans and yelling what we can assume is an insult in her native language to the fans in attendance and saunters down the ramp way towards the ring… Momoko upon reaching the ring LOBO takes his place at ringside as Momoko places her sickle, staple gun and Stop Sign in her corner before climbing into the ring and to the middle rope of her corner’s turnbuckle. She then stares out callously to the masses in attendance and flips the bird to everyone in her immediate area before hopping back down and awaiting the match to start. CM: The better Diva of FIW. CL: If she left that stupid god damn faction, she‘d be a living sex dream for me. JH: That’s because your full of egotistical opinions. CM: Big words for a moron. The arena is plunged into darkness, with the only lights on in the building focused on the entrance stage which - as the synth intro to Rusty Nail starts - is filling up with smoke, pierced by an assortment of multi coloured lasers. The guitar starts up with the emergance of Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka from the artificial cloud, proudly strutting to the edge of the ramp. At his destination, he draws his sword from it's sheath at his belt and slashes forward in one fluid motion as he drops to one knee. [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru kawaranai yume ni[/align] Slowly Daisuke draws the sword back to himself and stabs the point down to the floor, as his voice continues to ring out around the arena. He strikes a praying warrior pose, just in time for... [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] Mijutso: And finally! From the fighting prefecture of Aichi... you will all give it up to the Judo King, reigning and defending Fighting Spirit Champion... KIIIIIII-YOOOOOOOOOOHH-SHIIIIIIIIIIIII NAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!~ The rest of the chorus is drowned out by a series of blinding explosions of pyro on the stage behind him, the smoke eventually clearing to reveal a hooded figure staring at the floor. Kiyoshi Nakahata surveys the ring and the crowd. There was once a time when Kiyoshi would have seemed overwhelmed and a hobbling Daisuke would have had to drag him down to the ring; but now that time seems long gone the way that he strides towards the ring to find his destiny, brushing straight past Daisuke who maintains his pose with his hands clasped on the hilt of his sword. When he eventually gets to the ring, Kiyoshi walks up the ring steps, and around the long way to his corner over the apron, and vaults up onto his corner, sitting himself down on the top rope. As the lights finally return, Daisuke finally opens his eyes and walks down to join his brother in arms in the corner before the start of the match. CM: The best champion we’ve got in FIW right now there. CL: Have you seen the Dual Crown Champion? JH: Either way, this match is full of a lot of potential. CM: A lot of potential for Red Cell to shine indeed. Logan Black checks on all the wrestlers, seeing Momoko and Kiyoshi leave the ring towards the apron, Logan then calls for the bell and the match begins. Xanthius barely moves as Kailey looks ready to go, she moves towards him and she looks set to go for a collar and elbow tie-up but Xanthius from out of nowhere NAILS her with a big boot she rolls towards where Momoko’s placed and Momoko tags in, she looks ready to go as well as LOBO shouts motivation towards her, Kailey on the other hand is on the apron shaking off the big boot. Momoko looks towards Xanthius, he looks towards her, his eyes just staring at her, she then RUNS! At him and begins barraging him with anything she can hit him with, he pushes her off, but she rolls back to her feet and comes back hitting her yet again with a barrage of strikes, Xanthius yet again throws her off, she rolls to her knees and stares towards him, Xanthius doing the same back. CL: Crazy bitch, what she trying to do, get booted like Kailey? JH: Kailey’s fine, but Momoko’s crazy, I’d run from him. CM: She’s different that’ why, she’s got more balls then most men. CL: Yeah, women have told me about your problem Chip. CM: Hilarious Conse, maybe one day you’ll realize Sybil, needs a real man. Momoko then climbs to her feet and looks towards Kiyoshi, he looks like he wants to be tagged in so he extends his arm, Momoko moves towards him and tags in, but she doesn’t exit the ring, she then turns and runs at Xanthius, hitting a dropkick into Xanthius’s leg, taking his leg from him Kiyoshi then comes in as Momoko leaves, smirking towards Logan who doesn’t look to pleased with her actions. LOBO tells her well done, Kiyoshi moves towards Xanthius, hitting him with a stiff forearm shot to the cheek, before grabbing him in a tight headlock, he then takes Xanthius over with a quick headlock takeover, he keeps Xanthius down on the canvas, wrenching at his neck with Logan asking Xanthius is he ok. CM: See, your big bad Xanthius is being out wrestled. CL: Just because he’s down, don’t mean he’s out yet, so sit back, shut your mouth and watch. JH: Xanthius is gaining his footing look. CL: That’s it, climb man, CLIMB! Xanthius uses his strength to climb to his feet, picking up Kiyoshi with him, gaining the footing of both, Xanthius then picks up Kiyoshi looking for a back drop, but instead he shifts and literally just throws Kiyoshi forward, he comes crashing down on his back as Xanthius then gives him no time to relax as he moves towards him, but Kiyoshi is not out yet, he saps up with a kick to the leaning Xanthius head, he then moves to Xanthius, twisting his arm and then looking for a kick, but only making Xanthius catch it before throwing him over with a beautiful capture suplex, on impact he moves towards where Kailey is, Kailey tags in and climbs in the ring, looking to get a measure of revenge. JH: Kailey looks ready to go. CM: She’s gonna get massacred. CL: Xanthius hasn’t left the bloody ring yet, talk about a monster. CM: You’re a ass kisser, you know that Conse? As Xanthius moves around, Momoko leans in tagging herself into the match, Xanthius turns, not looking too pleased as Momoko drops to the mats, making Xanthius follow, he drops down following her, Kailey just watches wondering what the hell is happening, Momoko then slides back in the ring, as she does she tags Kiyoshi unaware to Kailey, Xanthius still follows Momoko as she moves up the entrance ramp area, Xanthius following, Kiyoshi climbs in the ring, coming behind Kailey and quickly grabbing her in a sleeper hold, then with huge air elevates her over and drops her right on her head with a sleeper suplex! JH: Sleeper Suplex, what’s Momoko doing? CM: Genius, she doesn’t like titles so she’d distracting Xanthius. CL: Xanthius TURN AROUND! CM: Ha! Too late! Dojime Sleeper! …Kiyoshi indeed slides over Kailey who looks out cold from the sleeper suplex, he scissors his legs around her and synchs in the sleeper suplex, Xanthius turns spotting it and begins making his path back, but Momoko jumps on his back, sleeper holding him as Kailey begins to tap, Momoko releases as Xanthius climbs in the ring looking pissed, Kiyoshi rolls out the ring as Xanthius stands staring at him… JH: That was clever, I can’t doubt it. CM: Was fucking genius, Xanthius the ass fell right into it. CL: Fucker, complete fucker! CM: He’s retained his title with beautiful style! …Mijutso still holding the microphone, walks up the entrance area, LOBO, Momoko, Kiyoshi joining him as Logan catches up with Kiyoshi handing him his title… Mijutso: And your winnah! The legendary and great technical GOD! ANNNNNNNDDDDDDD!!!! STILL Fighting Spirit Champion... KIIIIIII-YOOOOOOOOOOHH-SHIIIIIIIIIIIII NAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!~ …Xanthius looks livid as he stares towards the grinning Momoko, Kiyoshi really not knowing the full story just holds his title happily, before the all vanish backstage, Xanthius stands in the ring looking fuming, the match not even giving him enough chance to gain some revenge, the camera cuts to the commentary table. |
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| Crimson Shards | Dec 22 2006, 04:16 AM Post #5 |
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JH: We just keep plugging away ladies and gentlemen, though I some how doubt many will enjoy this next up coming match. CM: I know I will, Red Cell’s very own Maj Tahal baby! CL: Urk…Actually having to choose who I fucking hate more, Red Cell or Onikage…tough one… JH: Both men are looking for a victory here, Maj Tahal to further try and race towards either the International Championship or the Dual Crown. Where as Onikage is seeking to continue his momentum going into his International Championship match against Xtreme Kitten! CL: …Hmmm…Decisions, de-fucking-cisions… CM: Maj is putting down that mask wearing freak just like he did to Ragin’ and will further ensure the Dual Crown comes home to Red Cell. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the semi-main event of this edition of ReVolt and is scheduled for one fall to a finish. It also has been granted by the general manager a fifteen minute time limit and your official for this contest is Mark Jackson! A soft yet haunting tune begins to play over the P.A. system as a man’s voice rings out… [align=center]”Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer”[/align] The lights become a soft blue as the soft yet haunting tune slowly becomes distorted and it takes a few moments for it to clear up. Once it does, it sounds like it has seemingly transited from one melody to another as a new man’s voice sings. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet…[/align] As soon as the last word is uttered the music picks up and the quick paced yet harmonic song “Simple Survival” kicks in. The ReVolTron springs to life with various images of Onikage’s in-ring career as well as various disturbing and distorted images. Jeers shower the arena from the fans packing it as they await the arrival of the man. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet… The shadow within me… Gonna lead the revival… No Simple Survival for me[/align] Within the sea of humanity a small reaction from people on the bottom level occurs, many of them trying to make it to a center point within the sea. Slowly a figure becomes visible in with all of these FIW fans, a figure that is getting a heated welcome. The enigmatic masked man pushes his way through them, making it to the fencing. He leaps over it and slides into the ring, the Savior of Sorrow soaking in all of this hatred. Onikage sits in the corner as he leans his head back against the middle turnbuckle. CL: Hmmm…Leaning towards hating Onikage more for soiling Mushroomhead and making it not cool when Revolution uses one of their songs too. CM: It simply shows that both lack any sort of taste in music, ha! JH: If I was this man, right about now I’d be paranoid as all heck and looking over my shoulder at all times. MA: Introducing first, he hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds and stands at six feet and two inches…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! CL: Why, because he has to worry about Red Cell jumping him due to them being such cowards? JH: I was more referring to the fact of what happened last week with Lucy and then what we saw at the end of that broadcast and at the start of this one. CM: Hey! Red Cell isn’t cowards! They aren’t the ones that hide behind dildos and exploding chairs, and barbed wire wrapped plungers! 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] Maj grins as he comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Maj gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just returned by Tahal back to the firey crowd. Maj continues the swap shop of curses, until he finally gives up on the crowd, and jumps off the turnbuckle. General Kumar gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Maj then waits for the match to begin. CM: There’s one of the many bright stars in Red Cell’s roster, a future main event-no, scratch that, a current main event’er! CL: …I don’t see him main event’ing this week. JH: He does have a point, Chip, Maj’s only been in the main event when multiple people were involved. MA: And introducing his opponent, he hails from Bombay, India and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds and stands at six feet and three inches…HE! IS! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJ TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL~!!! CL: There’s a reason for that, Hitchen, it’s because it takes the entire roster of Red Cell combined to match the star power of a single Revolution member. And that includes Elrick and Nightmare in that category too. CM: …How dare you good sir…how dare you… JH: In either case, Mark is calling for the bell which means we are about to get under way! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Upon the ringing of the bell Maj Tahal sprints out of his corner and straight towards his masked foe, looking for the Bhaia early on. However Onikage side steps his opponent and sends him bounces off of the ropes and coming running back towards him. In a display of agility, the Straight Edge Artist leaps into the air and cracks Maj on the side of his head with a knee strike! The blow rattles Tahal’s head and sends the Indian stumbling away and over towards the ropes, leaning on the middle one as the General tries to fan him. JH: Maj Tahal’s attempt to start ending this one early on back fired on him! CM: Damn it! That kung fu stuff should be made illegal! CL: Grr…not sure whether to yell in anger or cheer joyfully…gah… JH: It would seem Kumar Singh is trying to help Maj snap out of the light dazed that knee cap to his skull sent him into. CM: He’s merely doing what any self loathing manager would do for his client. CL: …My fucking brain hurts from all this conflicting emotions… This time around it is the masked oddity that barrels towards his foe, and it is Maj this time that avoids it by ducking and sending Onikage over the top rope. Though he lands safely on his feet on the apron and whips the still dazed man around. He fires off a quick forearm strike before hooking Tahal and trying to lift him up for a vertical suplex. Maj’s wise to this tactic however and reverses it, bringing Onikage up over his head. CL: Meh… JH: I think this match might’ve broken Conse. CM: What are you talking about? He was already brain dead to begin with from all those years of watching that Horrorcore shit. CL: …Fuck you too Dipshit. JH: Guess he isn’t too broken after all. CM: It’s Chip, not Dipshit, just like how he’s Bitchen and not Hitchen. After a bit of wiggling Onikage manages to land back down on the apron and reveres the reversal and lifts Maj Tahal up into the air and over his head. But before the fans can get too excited over this potential car wreck waiting to happen, Maj starts wiggling. Sure enough he makes it back down onto his feet in the ring just as Kumar jumps up on the apron. With Mark distracted by the General, Tahal knees Onikage right in the family jewels, this momentary weakness giving Maj the advantage to lift him up and drop him in the ring with a suplex! CM: Ah ha! Brilliance at work in that ring! JH: It looked more like Maj was cheating to me. CL: Red Cell proving why they are a bunch of weaklings that need to run in packs and Onikage getting another reason of why he’ll never father a child. CM: Red Cell are no…wait, did you just insult both guys at once? CL: …What? I told you I’m fucking conflicted right now on this Buddha damned situation. JH: …I guess it’s kind of sad that Onikage’s made you hate him so much that it rivals the hatred you share for the faction trying to kill your genre. Jackson turns around to the hissing like jeers of the Japanese fans and Maj Tahal applauding his vertical suplex delivery. He lazily drives an elbow into Onikage’s back before getting back up to his feet and stomping the back once too. FIW’s Panthera, with a spring in his step, races towards the ropes and bounces off of them and back towards Onikage. At the last second he leaps into the air and delivers a nasty knee drop to the masked freak’s back, rolling through and onto his knees after the delivery. JH: It would seem that Maj Tahal’s found a point on the body he wishes to focus his attacks on, the mid-section region and currently the back area of it. CM: It’s genius strategy as it weakens Onikage for the Bhaia and the Bombay Nights, both of which target that same area. CL: …Feh, wrestling one-o-one if you ask me. CM: Well no body did, so shut up. JH: Chip… CL: Fuck you and your prissy man habits, Chip. The General waves his arms at the Japanese fans to do their trademark applauding to Maj’s efforts, but instead gets the hissing like jeers aimed at him. Mean while in the ring Tahal gets back up to his feet and rushes towards the ropes once again. This time he leaps right before he hits them, spring boarding off of the middle rope and flipping through the air. His body crashes down upon Onikage’s back in a springboard moonsault before rolling him over and going for the cover! CL: …Resembling a move Loon used to do….Okay…I hate Maj more now… CM: Maj’s got this one in the bag! [align=center]1![/align] JH: It would certainly seem that Maj could win it right here! CL: Kick the fuck out Onikage! [align=center]TW-NO! KICK OUT![/align] CM: Curses! Conse, why’d you have to go and tell him to do a thing like that?! JH: Chip, I don’t think Onikage could actually he…you know what? ….Forget it, just forget it, yeah, Onikage heard Conse and did it to spite you, Chip. Tahal’s face burns with annoyance and he slams his fist against the mat, looking up at Jackson’s count of one raised finger. He tries to persuade Mark that maybe he just fell into a time warp that jumped time for the referee, and he actually made the three count. But Mark doesn’t buy it as they are nowhere near one of the regulated time warps that he travels through…or some thing like that. In either case, all this chatting leaves Maj right prone to Onikage who snatches a hold of him and rolls him up in a small package! CM: Fuck! JH: It’s now Onikage who’s got the cover! [align=center]1![/align] CL: Count you old Scottish bastard, count! CM: Okay Maj, if you can hear me, do like Onikage did for Conse, kick out! [align=center]2![/align] JH: It certainly would be embarrassing for Maj Tahal if he were to lose this match in such a fashion! CL: Chip you dumb fuck, me saying it didn’t actually make him kick out, he can’t hear me from this distance. [align=center]THR-NO! KICK OUT![/align] CM: See! See! He heard me! It was just a time delay because where we are and where the ring is positioned is on opposite sides of the border of two time zones! JH: …Oi Immediately Maj Tahal rolls out of the ring and bolts around ringside, still looking a bit frantic from nearly getting beaten a second ago. When the General comes up from behind him Maj whips around and almost slugs his manager, stopping at the last second. He sighs a sigh of relief and Kumar fans him down again, even better than before having found a towel. After a few moments of fanning Maj walks over and hops up onto the apron as Onikage rolls up onto his knees. JH: It would seem that near fall gave Maj quite the scare. CM: You’d be scared too if you were made to be that entangled and close to a man’s certain parts, especially after what Maj’s been through in his life. CL: If he can’t handle getting rolled up every now and again in a quasi-homeric hold, then he should find a new job. CM: You would know all about those homeric holds, wouldn’t you Conse? JH: Gentlemen, gentlemen, can we please not act childish? CL: When the fuck are we ever mature to begin with? He tentatively enters the ring and holds onto the top rope once he’s entered the ring, making it so Mark keeps Onikage at a distance. It is when it seems his masked foe is distracted by the referee that Maj strikes, charging towards him. The Red Cell member looks for Shakti, but instead Onikage hooks his own arm and picks up Tahal in an Uranage manner. Only he drops down to one knee and drives Maj back first into the point of said knee, hitting the Spinal Shock! CL: Fuck yes! Cripple the bastard! JH: This is a first, Conse actually cheering Onikage on. CM: I know, it’s kind of freaky… CL: What? He’s the lesser of two weirdly named evils. JH: I suppose that’s one way to look at it… CM: Yeah, if you’re retarded it is. Maj Tahal’s eyes almost pop right out of his head they widen so much as he screams in agony, scooting across the canvas on his butt while he clutches his back. Onikage is a bit slow to capitalize on the move due to being so beaten down earlier on. Instead he takes these few seconds Maj is wailing in pain to catch his second wind. Though from the aisle way two figures head down towards the ring and neither is a welcoming face, especially… CM: Xtreme Kitten! It’s Xtreme Kitten and that weird guy from earlier! CL: Gatito Negro. JH: What are these two men doing out here?! Don’t they know we have a match going on right now?! CM: Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that’s why they’re out here. JH: They better not think of getting involved in this match! This is a strictly competitive wrestling match! We have no place for renegades attacking people for personal vendettas! CL: Too late, Xtreme Kitten’s no longer just thinking about fucking doing it. Indeed Conse is right; Xtreme Kitten slides into the ring with Lucy’s steel chain wrapped around his hand like a glove. Kumar tries to warn Maj as the Indian gets to his feet, but it is too late as he gets a mouthful of steel from the Kitten. He tumbles out of the ring and Xtreme Kitten then decks Mark Jackson, sending the referee out of the ring too. Thus it leaves only two men in the squared circle, one man unaware of the other’s presence currently. JH: Xtreme Kitten just punched both Maj Tahal and Mark Jackson with his steel chain wrapped fist! CL: Fuck yes! This is what I like to see! Beat these fuckers up! CM: I can’t believe it! Xtreme Kitten is using a weapon! This is the first time ever he’s used such a device! What is the world coming to?! CL: A fucking better place if it means the cat fucker is going to use some sick ass toys from now on. CM: Poor Maj… JH: I’m actually feeling more sympathy for what awaits Onikage when he turns around… Slowly the Straight Edge Messiah staggers up to his feet, looking around and noticing Maj is nowhere in sight. He turns around and comes face to face with the man he once called his first and team mate, holding a steel chain. Veins are popping out of Xtreme Kitten as he is almost foaming at the mouth; he says some thing to his former friend. Though whatever it is, it is lost to every one else before he charges him, taking his head off with a steel chain lariat! CL: Ha! He might’ve fucking caved in Onikage’s wind pipe right there! JH: Xtreme Kitten’s lost it! CM: This is what you get for messing with Lucy! While he clutches at his throat and coughs heavily Onikage rolls out of the ring, taking a few steps away from it before Kitten exits the ring too. He doesn’t waste any time catching up to his fellow masked wrestler and starts pounding on him. Onikage still tries to create some distance between them as he tries to fight back at the same time. The two slowly head up the aisle way and then the stairs as Mark calls for the bell. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Despite the bell’s ringing, neither man stops, finally when on the ramp way Onikage starts focusing on just fighting back. Firing off forearm and elbow strikes a mile a minute though they are like flies buzzing around compared to the sting of Xtreme Kitten’s blows. The Undisputed International Champion grabs a hold of Onikage by the wrist and flings him behind him, sending him flying into the chain link fencing. Due to his size and speed, Onikage flies right through it and ends up near the announcers’ table! CM: Oh crap! They’re here! JH: I won’t stand for this nonsense any longer! CL: Hitchen! What the fuck are you doing you insane English bum?! Jonathon Hitchen of all people sets down his head set and gets up out of his chair, walking in between Onikage and Xtreme Kitten. He roughly pokes his finger into Kitten’s chest and gives him a piece of his mind. Xtreme Kitten merely delivers a steel chain wrapped back hand fist to Hitchen, sending him crumbling to the floor. The Feline Fighter marches towards Onikage now, only to get elbowed in the gut. CL: Fuck! Onikage might’ve just gotten the advantage! CM: Darn you, you masked freak! Onikage pants and inhales deeply as he stands up straight, racking his hands across Xtreme Kitten’s back several times quickly. FIW’s most dominant champion hisses in pain and stumbles hunched over to the announce table. Of course this sends Conse and Chip fleeing from it when Onikage saunters over to it and drives an elbow into the back of Xtreme Kitten’s neck! Though Kitten one ups his old friend by punching right in the center of his chest, knocking the wind out of him. With the masked oddity going down and Xtreme Kitten feeding off of his adrenaline, he scoops up the smaller man up onto his shoulders. The Japanese fans watch in confusion for a moment as Xtreme Kitten positions the two of them just right. Gatito Negro rushes over as the security is already filing out to stop this. He drives Onikage skull first into the announcers’ table, smashing it to bits with the Cat’s Meow! Gatito Negro quickly grabs a hold of Xtreme Kitten’s arm and helps him back up, shuffling the two of them out of there as the officials flock to the area. Conse and Chip get the security to check on Hitchen as the officials get the EMTs to come out as well, checking on Onikage. A few officials even try to check on Maj Tahal, but he ignores their attempts and head to the back in a foul mood. MA: …Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification by outside interference…Onikage… Michael’s voice is the last thing heard before ReVolt goes to a commercial break… |
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CL: Well it’s about time the real talent got out here, it’s really kinda sad that only Tier falls into that category. JH: Indeed, that’s right; Tier will be taking on Matt Impact and Sean Madrox in a non-title triple threat match very shortly. CM: Hitchen, did you just agree with Loire over there? JH: Huh? I don’t think so why? CM: I’ll have you know the only ‘real’ talents in this match are Matt Impact and Sean Madrox. CL: Pfft, in your dreams. MA: Ladies and gentlemen! It is now time for the main event! The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a white spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to get up on their feet, throw up their middle fingers, boo the holy hell, and basically do all they can do as a crowd to boo one of the biggest pompous assholes there is!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact wearing his usual wrestling attire and t-shirt over his sweaty body sporting the latest logos, and as soon as Impact steps foot out of the curtain and onto the concrete stage the crowds boos somehow manage to grow louder. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd as on the sides of the camera you can see fans sticking their arms over the fencing as long as possible to get their middle finger seen on camera pointing at the arrogant Impact. He just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he walks up the steel steps, walking across the black FIW logo apron to the center before entering the ring over the black middle rope. [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his right fist into his chest before kissing it and lifting it into the air as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle, to that, the crowd responds with more middle fingers and boos, he then hops off the second turnbuckle, and moves to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way grabs off his t-shirt and then comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the lights turn on and he grabs his dropped t-shirt and taunts the crowd by pretending to throw it at them, but smirks as he hands it to a ring official outside the ring. He then goes to the nearest corner leaning against it fixing his trunks, pads, and boots and stretching out a bit before the match. MA: Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred and eighty-six pounds! Matt Impact! CM: Look at him! He could take out anyone in the locker and then some! CL: I think someone’s in love. CM: Shut up. [align=center] [/align]The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Attack” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and red strobe lights begin to flicker on and off. [align=center]I WON'T SUFFER, BE BROKEN GET TIRED, OR WASTED SURRENDER TO NOTHING I'LL GIVE UP WHAT I STARTED AND STOPPED IT FROM END TO BEGINNING A NEW DAY IS COMING AND I AM FINALLY FREE[/align] The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right. He begins to walk down the steel steps admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as he flips off the crowd. [align=center]RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY I’LL ATTACK RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY GO CHANGE YOURSELF RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY NOW I’LL ATTACK I’LL ATTACK, I’LL AA WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/align] Sean reaches the apron and he jumps up on it looking at both sides, then he flips over the top rope into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles and he once again taunts his infamous ‘X’ as the crowd continues with jeers. He then removes his sleeveless hoodie and waits for his opponent. MA: Secondly, from Fairfield, Connecticut, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds! “Mr. Phenomenal” Sean Madrox! JH: Looks like the ego’s landed. CM: if you were as talented as him you’d have an ego too. JH: If you say so Chip. CM: I do. CL: He does Hitchen. CM: Stop that. CL: Don’t tell me what to do… wait… here we go, here he comes! CM: Oh Jesus *rolls eyes*. 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. MA: Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing, from Mission, Texas... standing at six feet, three inches and weighing in at two-hundred thirty six pounds... he is your FIW DUAL! CROWN! CHAMPIOOOOOOONNN!!! THIS! IS! TIIIIIIIIIEEEERRRRRRR!!! 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. CL: Now there’s a man who deserves to be champion! CM: You’re kidding me right? CL: No, look at all he’s done! CM: Yeah? Like what? CL: Errr… bringing horrorcore to FIW maybe? Or leading the Revolution? CM: Meh, mediocre at best. CL: …dick. The atmosphere inside the arena is tense as all three men have claimed a corner as their own. They stare back and forth at each other and the Japanese fans wait, breath baited, for something to happen. All of a sudden, Impact and Madrox make a simultaneous charge towards Tier’s corner, but the veteran DC Champion slips out of the way causing Impact and Madrox to barge into each other. Impact shoves Madrox in the chest, Madrox shoves back; Impact looks murderously at Madrox before charging into him with a forearm smash straight to the jaw. JH: Maybe that’ll knock him down a few pegs. CM: I’ll have you know Madrox is fine on his current peg, thank you. Tier now chooses to involve himself for the first time, hitting a stinging chop across Impact’s chest. Impact grimaces but before he has time to retaliate Tier hits him again with another rattling chop. Impact shields his chest with his arms allowing Tier to hit a toe kick to the mid-section, causing him to double over. Madrox uses Impact’s position to charge up behind him and grind his face into the mat with a bulldog. CL: Hah! I thought it was impossible to make that guy any uglier. CM: What’s this? Did someone just admit they were wrong? CL: What? Of course not, merely mistaken. CM: The difference being? JH: Well… CM: Shut up Hitchen. Madrox makes his way to his feet allowing Tier to strike him square on the jaw with a shuffle side kick, knocking him flat on his back. Madrox rises quickly to his feet holding his jaw. Tier strikes him in the face with a haymaker, causing Madrox to drop to one knee, Tier stands back as if going for a kick, but Madrox leaps forward driving an elbow into Tier’s midsection. Madrox takes a few quick steps back and runs forward, knocking Tier down with a lariat. CM: Look at that Loire! You’re ‘saviour’ is getting owned by a ‘commoner’. CL: A minor setback I assure you. Impact suddenly appears behind Madrox, taking him completely by surprise with a nasty German suplex. Tier is now on his feet and runs up behind Impact, kicking him square in the back of the knee. Impact goes down to one knee and Tier aims a reverse kick straight at his face but Impact catches his foot, no matter as Tier simply uses the other give him face pain. CL: You were saying Chip? CM: Whatever. Both Madrox and Impact are both former Slam! World Heavyweight Champions, something Tier can never say. CL: And he’d want to why? Tier gets up off the mat followed by both Impact and Madrox. All three men resume their three-way stare down, each trying to predict what the other will do next. They cautiously approach the centre of the ring, all unsure as to whether they should act first. Impact breaks the stale-mate elbowing Madrox square in the jaw, Madrox responds with a knife edge chop to Impact’s already red chest from where Tier chopped him earlier. Impact responds by driving his shoulder into the lighter man, moving him up against the ropes. Impact is about to send Madrox flying over the top but doesn’t anticipate Tier running up behind him and hitting a precision dropkick, sending both men over the top rope to the floor. JH: Nice dropkick from Tier taking two former champions out at the same time. CL: You said it yourself Chip, ‘former’. If those two were so great they wouldn’t be ‘former’ champions would they? CM: Yes well your beloved Tier never gave them a chance! JH: Uhm, weren’t they both in the match to decide the newly unified Dual Crown Champion? CM: Shut up Hitchen! Tier drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring after his two opponents. Madrox remains on the floor while Impact is just to his feet. Tier takes him by the back of the head and tried to ram it into one of the ring posts but Impact stops him. Impact attempts the same on Tier but the veteran slips out of his grasp and rams Impact’s temple into the ring post. JH: Looks like Impact’s going to have a headache in the morning! Tier rolls Impact back into the ring where Madrox has now placed himself. As Impact attempts to regain a vertical base, Madrox drops an elbow into the small of his back returning him to where he started. Madrox lays a knee into the back of Impact neck causing him to go slightly red. Impact reaches up and grabs Madrox’s right arm, yanking it downwards pulling him throat first into the second rope. With Madrox winded and distracted, impact quickly stands and pulls Madrox into a half Nelson, promptly throwing him over his head landing a half-Nelson suplex. CM: Look at that power! CL: Uh huh, that’s great Chip but isn’t Madrox forty or so pounds lighter than shithea-- I mean ‘Impact’? No Impact regains his footing but is taken by surprise by a jumping calf kick from the Dual Crown Champion. Impact falls back onto the ropes and uses his momentum to spear Tier straight into the canvas. Impact stomps on the champion several times until Madrox appears behind him, taking him by surprise with a schoolboy roll-up. [align=center]…1… Impact kicks out.[/align] CL: Pfft, the move of a desperate child. CM: Bet you use it all the time then. CL: What? That doesn’t even make sense! Both Impact and Madrox rise to their feet with sufficient distance between them for Impact to execute a short range lariat. It is however Tier that capitalises on Madrox’s downed state, having climbed the ropes ready to take out both of his opponents, Tier jumps off the top landing a fist drop into Madrox’s face. Tier climbs to his feet, coming face-to-face with Impact who strikes Tier with a closed fist punch, sending him reeling into the ropes. Impact bounces Tier off the ropes and into the opposite, as Tier rebounds towards him, Impact lifts him up going for a spine buster, but with lightning quickness Tier swings backwards hitting a DDT! JH: Impact going for a spine buster but it was cleverly reversed by Tier. CL: Yes, clever, as in his brain is actually there unlike Impact’s head which seems to be just a baron wasteland. Tier gets to his feet quickly but falls victim to an elbow to the back of the head from a recovered Madrox. Madrox places Tier in a dragon sleeper but lifts him up into a reverse suplex, dropping Tier mid-section first onto the top rope. Tier falls back into the ring holding his chest. JH: A nasty suplex from Madrox. Impact comes back in on the offensive driving a knee into Madrox’s mid-section, winding him causing him to double over. Impact lifts Madrox up across his chest, before dropping him onto his knee ribs first. After two of these Impact allows Madrox to drop limply to the canvas. Impact scoops Madrox up by the next, placing him on his feet, apparently preparing for his next move but Madrox fights back pushing Impact’s arms away and jabbing him square on the nose. Impact recoils holding his nose so Madrox runs off the opposite ropes and straight into Impact who flings him over his head with a backdrop… but Madrox lands on his feet. CM: Look at that balance! That’s us Slammers for you! CL: Slammers huh? Slammers of what exactly? CM: You’re sick you know that right? CL: Hitchen am I sick? JH: Yes. CM: You’re not supposed to agree with him numbskull! With Impact still facing the ropes Madrox drop kicks him square in the back landing Impact neck first on the top rope. Thinking quick, Madrox runs up behind Impact, leaps over him grabbing his neck and performing a neck breaker onto the top rope! Unfortunately Madrox landed awkwardly on the thin outside mats to the detriment of his knee, leaving him holding it on the outside. CL: How smart is Madrox now? CM: Very, he’s taking a break. CL: Ok I’ll rephrase, how lazy is Madrox now? CM: Pfft, look whose talking. JH: Ever considered he might have genuinely hurt himself? CM: No. CL: Not for a second. With Impact down Tier steps backwards onto the closest turnbuckle’s first rope and then onto the second, what he’s attempting is uncertain. Tier jumps off the rope and with him in midair Impact sticks his near leg up, Tier spots this just in time placing his hands in the way of his face. Tier takes a hold of Impact’s leg and twists him over into a half-crab, dragging the bigger man into the centre of the ring. CM: Oh great, that’s just what this match needs, no-brain submissions. Impact attempts to power out of the submission but the veteran simply applies move pressure causing him to writhe in pain. Having recovered on the outside, Madrox climbs to the top rope, away from which Tier is facing. Madrox leaps off the top rope, landing a missile drop kick into the back of the champion. Madrox climbs to his feet, still favouring his knee slightly as he makes a grab for the champion. Tier allows Madrox to pull him up, only to strike him in the ribs with an elbow whilst on one knee, and a vicious chop when back on two feet. CM: Much better, I like it when Madrox goes aerial. CL: And you say submissions take no brains? What kind of diploma do you get for jumping off stuff and hopefully hitting your opponent? JH: There are diplomas for this kind of thing? CM: You’re both ‘tards. Tier grabs Madrox by the arm, swinging him chest first into the nearest turnbuckle. Tier follows him ramming his head into the top turnbuckle. With Madrox facing away from the turnbuckle and Tier facing him, Impact charges in towards both parties with a shoulder ram into the small of Tier’s back and thus into the midsection of Madrox. Impact grabs the winded champion around the waist looking for a German suplex, but Tier has it scouted, elbowing Impact stiffly in the face. Tier turns to face Impact placing a hand on each side of his head before jumping and sitting out, pulling Impact’s face down in the canvas with a sit-down face crusher. CL: Ha! How does that feel pretty-boy? CM: Someone’s jealous. CL: Someone should shut their f--king mouth. CM: Ha! That means it’s true! Madrox capitalises on Tier’s sitting position ramming his knee into Tier’s back between the shoulder blades. Madrox throws Tier onto his back, quickly dropping a well aimed knee into Tier’s forehead before being taken completely by surprise by a huge lariat from Impact. Impact stomps repeatedly all over Madrox’s upper body and finishes his barrage with a knee drop to the sternum. JH: Impact is getting nasty here, evidently he wants to win. CM: Well it’s not as if he wants to lose is it? Tier rolls to his feet near Madrox and Impact and runs up behind Impact looking for a mat slam, but Impact catches the veteran with a sidewalk slam straight into the canvas. Impact keeps the legs hooked… [align=center]…1… …2… Kick out from Tier.[/align] CL: Aw, how quaint, the idiot thought he could pin a legend with a side slam. Impact stands and gets kicked in the midsection by Madrox who hooks him up for a suplex and lifts him into the air, dropping him down backwards onto his back. Tier recovers his footing and charges towards a now standing Madrox, taking him by surprise with a cross-body! CL: CATCH ME! JH: You have to jump first Conse. CL: Jesus where’d they find this guy? Tier rolls onto his feet once more now concentrating on a recovering Impact. Tier grabs a hold of Impact’s left arm, going under it to twist it around; keeping hold of the arm Tier uses his left arm to place Impact in a front face lock, before falling backwards driving his head into the canvas with a DDT. Tier keeps hold of the arm and pulls Impact back up with him, twisting the arm around again, unable to take anymore Impact wrenches his arm free and quickly takes a hold of Tier’s left leg, using his other arm to take a hold of his head, Impact lifts Tier onto his shoulders going for the Impact Drop! However Madrox leaps towards him hitting a knee as high as he can, sending Impact down, Tier with him. JH: Yikes, imagine having all of Impact’s weight crashing down on you from that height! CL: Chip here would love it wouldn’t you Chip? CM: Two words Loire, two words. Tier pulls himself up on the ropes and eyes Madrox running towards him. Tier launches Madrox over his head but Madrox holds onto the top rope and lands on the apron! Madrox wraps his arm around Tier’s neck dragon-sleeper style and lifts him up reverse-suplex style before dumping backwards and landing a reverse brain buster onto the floor! JH: Holy crap! CM: Crap? You’re kidding righ? CL: It’s ok, Tier will bounce back. Madrox gets up, shaking his head quickly to get rid of the cobwebs so to speak, before sliding back into the ring, but he’s met with a huge elbow to the back from Impact. Impact drags Madrox to his feet but Madrox responds by kneeing him in the abdomen, just a little too close to the nads for my liking. Nonetheless Madrox takes two quick steps away from Impact before shooting his leg out and smashing his foot into Impact’s face with the Blackout! CM: What a shot! Madrox falls over Impact’s body into the cover… [align=center]…1… …2… …3… That’s it![/align] CM: You were saying Loire? The bell rings as ’30 Seconds to Mars’ plays and Tony Clarke raises Madrox’s arm. MA: Here is your winner by pin-fall! Sean Madrox! JH: In his return Sean Madrox just scored quite the victory! CM: Did he have to do it to Matt though? CL: Yes, because the fucker wouldn't be able to do the same to Tier. In either case, we'll all outta time for this week. For Hitchen and Chip, I'm Conse, we'll see ya next week, you wouldn't FUCKING DARE miss it!
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