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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 4 2007, 08:29 AM (317 Views) | |
| Crimson Shards | Jan 4 2007, 08:29 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 | Jan 4 2007, 08:33 AM Post #2 |
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JH: Well, folks… our opening contest for this special FIW event is a number one contender’s match to determine who is next in line for Extreme Ninja #2 to defend his Flycore Championship against. CM: Yes, indeed… and who better to have than two hot bodies like Momoko and Zesboca writhing in ecstasy- CL: May I? JH: You may. The sound of a “clonk” meets our ears… CM: Ow! Nonetheless, Michael Anderson climbs into the ring and takes centre stage to do his announcing duties… the ever popular Richard Kelly stands in a neutral corner after appearing out of our view. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is our opening match of the evening and is to determine the Number One Contender for the FIW Flycore Championship… 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 drapped 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] Zesboca shakes her lower half with the rythem 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 inbetween the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles. JH: |Zesboca Devani… a relative newcomer to FIW. CM: I’m going to have to look down at the floor for a moment… my eyes are spinning at watching her hips twirl and girate… CL: That’s not all… can’t you wait until the intermission, you dirty bastard?? 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… JH: And Zesboca’s opponent… Red Cell member and all-round psychopath, ladies and gentlemen. CM: Yeah… and a lot of twisted basement dweller’s wet dream. CL: She isn’t mine, that’s for sure! 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… JH: I happen to notice that whatever Momoko is shouting at the fans seems to be having more of an impact than usual… CL: Well, we ARE in front of her hometown of Saitama. Momoko upon reaching the ring LOBO takes his place at ringside as Momoko places her sickle, staple gun and Stop Sign in her corner before climbing into the ring and to the middle rope of her corner’s turnbuckle. She then stares out callously to the masses in attendance and flips the bird to everyone in her immediate area before hopping back down and awaiting the match to start. JH: OK, let’s get to Michael Anderson for the official introductions… Michael Anderson looks at both wrestlers in their respective corners before bringing the house mike to his mouth… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit… your referee is Richard Kelly. As expected, Richard Kelly is just as popular on the other side of the Pacific… MA: In the blue corner… hailing from Cairo, Egypt and weighing in at one-hundred and fifty-four pounds… ZESBOCA-A-A DEVANI-I-I-I-I!!!! Cue a nice babyface pop for the young Egyptian lady… she’s not familiar with the Saitama or FIW crowd, you understand? MA: And her opponent… hailing- At the exact minute does the microphone get snatched out the hands of Michael Anderson… who is it you ask? Well, the fan’s mixed reaction dictates that it’s that goofy bastard Mijutso Tenako as he brings the microphone to his mouth in true Rock-esque fashion with the phone looking up and shouting to the Gods that Ultimate Warrior worshipped… Mijutso: KOHNICHIWAH, SAITAMAHH PURORESU FANS!!!! A few laughs and applause for the hometown goofball come from the audience as Momoko (and LOBO) just roll their eyes in embarrassment Mijutso: Sah… in the red corner… red being appropriate for being a Red Cell member, yes? In the red corner and being accompanied to ringside by the man who’s managerial skills puts Jimmy Hart to shame… LOBO Malvado… and… our home-grown favourite… MIJUTSAHH TENAHKAHHHHH!!! But Mijutso’s self-introductions and cut off by Momoko slapping him upside the head… promptly him to get on it with. Mijutso: Uh, sorry… sorry… and also your home-grown favourite… the woman who puts the “Grrr!!” back in DANGEROUS!~ MOH-MOH-KOH WAH-KARI!!!!11~ Surprisingly, Momoko gets a mixed response aside from the usual jeers she receives… the wonders of Bizzaro World, eh? Michael Anderson snatches the microphone back and exits the ring as Mijutso bails out… Richard Kelly takes centre stage and asks both wrestlers if they’re ready before signalling for the bell… [align=center]DING-DING-DING!![/align] Both combatants circle one another before tying up in the centre of the ring… the obvious height and weight advantages rests with Zesboca who gradually forces Momoko back to the ropes… Richard Kelly calls for a clean break and gets it from Zesboca who backs off into the centre of the ring. Momoko moves out from the ropes and ties up with her Egyptian opponent, sloppily cinches in a back hammerlock before following Zesboca around as she attempts to elevate the pressure off the joint. Zesboca suddenly springs to life, cart wheeling out of the hammerlock with a slight jingle from her belt before throwing her Japanese adversary down with a lucha-style Arm Drag, promptly a few polite applause from the Saitama crowd as Momoko rolls back up to her feet, visibly starting to get frustrated… JH: Beautiful Arm Whip by Zesboca… CL: Yeah, T-Bird must have made her watch her matches and say “Don’t do that… or that… and especially don’t do that.” CM: Would those happen to be “marry Nightmare, tag with Nightmare and… let me think… sleep with Nightmare?” CL: That’s the one. Momoko circles around the ring as Mijutso holds up one of his hand-painted signs for encouragement… [align=center]"Momoko's Ring! Trespassers will be stapled, survivors will be stapled again"[/align] But the Pink-Haired Demon doesn’t seem to be paying that much attention to the hilarious sign her boyfriend made up and goes on the offence, seeking a Greco-Roman Knuckle lock with her bigger opponent… Eventually she locks up with Zesboca before immediately kicking her straight in the gut, lowering both hands to the canvas for a… JH: DOUBLE STOMP!~ …on the fingers of Zesboca who promptly clutching at them from getting all of Momoko’s a hundred and twenty-five pounds on them before the Pink-Haired Demon herself shouts out her intentions for the remaining time she’s in the match… Momoko: FUCK THE WRESTLING HOLDS!!! Yes, indeed… what a dirty slut she is… straight from that moment, Momoko starts unloading with right-hands to the temple of Zesboca before dragging her by the hair back up to a vertical base and whipping her across the ring… CM: Well, so much for the chain wrestling… JH: Yeah, it’s the same Momoko we all know… she’s not like how she used to be in her match against Onikage… really odd… Momoko swings a clothesline but Zesboca ducks under that and clamps in a waistlock from behind, possibly looking for a German Suplex… but the Pink-Haired Demon of Red Cell blocks that and switches places to push the former belly dancer to the ropes and forearms her dead in the kidneys before throwing her out of the ring to the outside. CL: Here we go! JH: This one is breaking loose early! And indeed it is… Momoko follows suit by climbing out onto the apron and jumping down to the arena floor as Richard Kelly orders them to get back in the ring… Momoko stomps on the back of Zesboca as she attempts to get back to a vertical base before being dragged by up by her hair and thrown towards the steel guardrail but, with amazing grace, Zesboca jumps onto the guardrail and hits a twisting Cross Body Block off them and into Momoko on the outside!! The audience gives a nice pop for the high spot as LOBO stalks the ringside area near them… Richard Kelly climbing out onto the apron and jumping down to the arena floor, verbally warning LOBO not to interfere in the match before starting to give both girls at ringside the count. Though before Kelly can even get to “2” does Zesboca pick her pink-haired opponent up and throws her back into the ring, as we all know that a pinfall or submission won’t count on the outside. Zesboca picks Momoko up to her feet and hits a forearm smash, sending her face-first into the corner turnbuckle before the Pink-Haired Demon starts adjusting her boot… Zesboca picks her back up and begins unloading with forearm smashes in the corner before suddenly Momoko springs to life, clinches in a headlock and, outside of Richard Kelly’s view, stabs Zesboca in her head with a fork!! JH: A fork!! She’s got a foreign object! CM: Such lies! It’s not a foreign object at all, it was bought legally at a local store! JH: What?? CM: No, really… I watched her buy them earlier today. Regardless of the place of purchase, Momoko conceals the fork behind her back as Zesboca clutches at her face as she bumps backwards from being stabbed with a piece of cutlery much to Referee Richard Kelly’s dismay… Momoko then delivers a heavy kick to the ribs of her fallen adversary who turns over onto her stomach. Not letting up on the offence, Momoko jumps up and delivers a Double Stomp on the small of the back of Zesboca Devani… though instead of going for a pin after such a devastating move, proceeds to pick her back up and drape her throat against the middle-rope, pinning her against them with her leg over the ropes to Richard Kelly’s disapproval. He begins the five-count to get Momoko off but fails to take into account that she may have a weapon which she proceeds to stab repeatedly into the skull of Zesboca as Kelly counts, much to the crowd’s disapproval as well… [align=center]One… Two… Three… Four[/align] Momoko breaks dead on four before concealing the bloodied fork in her combat cut-offs as blood drips from the split-open brow of Zesboca Devani. JH: Momoko isn’t taking it easy on Zesboca… that much I can be certain of. CM: It’s about as much as anyone can be certain of. Momoko drags Zesboca out of the ropes and pulls her carcass out to near a corner turnbuckle… Momoko then climbs out onto the apron and up to the top-rope. The Pink-Haired Demon then does that slit-throat motion we like to associate with the end of the match before jumping off AND DRIVING BOTH OF HER FEET INTO THE STOMACH OF ZESBOCA DEVANI WITH A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP OFF THE TOP-ROPE!!!!!! CM: GHETTO STOMP!!!~ CL: No, actually… look. And we do look to see Mijutso holding up a sign informing us what the move was actually called in his eyes… [align=center]"Look out below! A Demon Stomp!!"[/align] Momoko goes for the first and only cover of the match!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NO!![/align] JH: Only two from the… Demon Stomp… I guess. Not satisfied with the result, Momoko slaps Zesboca across the face before going up top for another possible Top-Rope Double Stomp… She jumps off the top-rope… but Zesboca rolls out of the way!! Momoko lands on her feet before rolling out of them and gets caught as she turns around with a Running Knee Strike by the Egyptian protégé of T-Bird!! JH: Flying Angel!! CL: Right in the mouth! Please, please be more blood! Unfortunately, Conse’s wet dream won’t come true… Momoko gets back up to be met with another Flying Knee before the former belly dancer goes for a cover!! [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! TH- NO!!![/align] CM: Only two!! Zesboca picks Momoko back to her feet, having to drag her up by her dyed pink pigtails as Momoko fiddles with her boots once again… Zesboca lifts Momoko up onto her shoulders in a standing Fireman’s Carry before parading around the ring with the pint-sized psychopath on her shoulders before shouting out… [align=center]GOODNIGHT!!![/align] However, Momoko’s hands suddenly come in front of her face as Zesboca’s back is turned to Richard Kelly… [align=center]FIREBALL!!!![/align] JH: OH, MY GAHD!!! Zesboca falls back with Momoko still on her shoulders and clutches at her face as Momoko slops over into a tight pinning clutch… [align=center]ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!![/align] Momoko rolls out of the ring and into the arms of LOBO and Mijutso who help her back up the aisle to the back as Michael Anderson makes the official result… MA: Your winner… MOMOKO WAKARI!!! A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel being hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten kicks the chain link fence on the stage in time with the beat of the hammer; he stays on the stage kicking until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. [align=center]I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict[/align] The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walks to the front of the stage and stops at the stairs as Lucy pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. [align=center]As of now I am a tool Of severe impact[/align] Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again kicks the fencing with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring; they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs. [align=center]I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction[/align] Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. 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. 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. [align=center]Yeah, I remember her saying "I'm already dead" I'm already dead I'm already dead I'm already dead I'm already dead I'm already dead I'm already dead Well today I want you to get up and hold your hands in some stupid symbols You're gonna get up and scream You're gonna get up and... The rockin' opening guitars to the White Zombie classic "Real Solution #9" overtake our crowd as the lights plunge into blackness. Smoke floods the entryway as a shadowy figure steps onstage. [align=center]Who will survive and what will be left of them? Apocalyptic dreams see the ordinary madness Who will survive and what will be left of them? I never lock the dogs when the wolf is in the darkness Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire[/align] The guitars roar back in and the lights rise to showcase the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac, Graver! He walks forward, observing the gathered fans and nodding behind his stark white mask in approval. MA: Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... the STRAIGHT EDGE FFFFUCKAMANIAC... ... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!! The fans voraciously boo Graver's placid walk to the ring, and Graver pays them no mind, simply moving at his own pace before sliding under the bottom rope. [align=center]I keep a close watch On this Heart of mine I walk a line I walk a line[/align] Rob Zombie repeats "I'm already dead" as Graver ascends the turnbuckle and crosses his arms in Straight Edge glory, observing the gathered fans before finally dismounting and stretching his muscles on the ropes. The music fades and the lights rise as Graver moves to his corner, which somehow possess Daisuke the Crow as well. He‘s so sneaky! CL: You’ve gotta wonder why upper management hates Xtreme Kitten and Shaun Wilson so much, placing them against the legendary Daisuke the Crow and Graver. CM: Bah. A rip-off of that freak I hate and the guy who didn’t have the good sense to hang around with Red Cell. They’re both pathetic. JH: I think all four men in the ring are extremely talented, and I’m eager to see Shaun Wilson perform. CL: I’m eager for you to eat a dick. I mean, really. It needs to happen, y’know? Xtreme Kitten and Graver are the first to meet in the ring as the bell sounds. Graver puts his palms together and bows curtly to XK, who shakes his head as though saying “whatever”. JH: Now there’s a sight I never thought I’d see in an FIW ring… or anywhere! Graver showing respect! CL: Stuff and lies. Graver respects Zack Wylde all the time. Graver throws a mid-knee to Kitten, but the cat’s reflexes are quick and he catches Graver in sort of a standing kneebar. Graver jerks to the side and takes them both to the mat, reversing the leverage on the kneebar to make Kitten its victim! CL: Crap on a stick! Did Graver just use a submission! CM: He actually just REVERSED a submission. I don’t think Graver has the mental alacrity to-- CL: My wet dreams are coming true all at once! Kitten breaks free of the hold and both men find their feet fairly quickly. XK fires a series of Muay Thai kicks ending in a sharp rounding knee to the skull that sends Graver matward! XK pulls Graver to his feet, but the sXe Fuckamaniac yanks on Kitten’s arm and whips him toward the ropes! Kitten comes off, ducking under Graver’s lariat and rebounding off the opposite ropes. His feet get light, but that doesn’t count for shit as Graver LAUNCHES into the air with a spinning roundhouse that sees both men sprawled on the mat. Graver sees opportunity as Kitten is staring at the lights and he slings one arm over him. JJ drops to count… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! Kitten kicks out at two.[/align] Graver hits the mat as he rises to his feet, Daisuke urging him on from the apron. The Fuckamaniac charges the rising Kitten and throws a series of hard football (not soccer) kicks to XK’s ribs! The Kitten doesn’t stand this for long before grabbing ahold of Graver’s pantleg and pulling himself upward to LARIAT Graver back down to the mat! JH: Xtreme Kitten using his size advantage over Graver to earn some more edge in this match. CL: Boy, there’s something you don’t hear… um… ever. Kitten pulls Graver to his feet and whips him HARD into the turnbuckles, shaking the ring ropes a bit. JH: Whatever Kitten’s got planned he’d better be careful; this is Graver and Daisuke’s half of the ring. Kitten closes in on the Minister of Awesomeocity and pulls him as though performing a backdrop before setting Graver’s feet on the top ropes, the man himself hanging sort of horizontal. Kitten then locks in a reverse chancerie and DRIVES Graver head-first into the mat with some semblance of authority! CM: YESS!! Reverse DDT, OFF The top rope! What Kitten DIDN’T notice was Graver slapping Daisuke’s shoulder as the move was executed, resulting in a legal tag. CL: Do you see that? Graver’s a goddamn genius. It’s too bad that idiot Onikage fucked up their tag team. They’d be a solid unit by now. CM: Wow, someone here sure does like thinking about solid units. CL: And someone else takes them up the ass. Would you care to guess who? Both men turn to Hitchen, who glares at them. JH: I hate you both. Daisuke grudgingly enters the ring and stares at Kitten. Kitten stares back, but not for long as he Mongolian chops Daisuke into a fight. Daisuke returns the chop with an axe kick and a spinning backhand, pushing himself and XK toward the center of the ring. CL: Daisuke’ll kick your ass when he has to! JH: I’m not sure how wise it is moving to the center of the ring, though. Xtreme Kitten is well-known to work better from there than anywhere else. He sends a mid sidekick Kitten’s way, but Kitten catches the leg and returns the effort with a MIND-NUMBING open-handed slap! CM: THERE’S some damn respect, you ass gardener! CL: That didn’t make sense at all. CM: Um… GO XK!!! Daisuke’s ears ring with the impact, but he doesn’t fall as Kitten maintains the hold on his leg. Kitten rears back his palm for another HARSH slap, but NO! Daisuke deflects it and JAMS a palm into Kitten’s noseplace! CL: THERE’S the money! I think you’ll find revenge is spelled C-R-O-W. CM: Crau? Like the general manager? CL: His name is Krahe, you nonce… eugh… This weakens XK’s hold on Dai’s leg and he slides it out, moving into a series of kicks that back Kitten toward the ropes, whereupon Shaun Wilson makes a blind tag! JH: Shaun’s not gonna wait for Kitten to let him in, he’s more than eager to prove himself to us here tonight! CM: He’ll be lucky if Kitten doesn’t wipe the damn floor with him! That was beyond rude! CL: You mean like your ass-breath? CM: Fuck your mother! Shaun hops over the top rope and is IMMEDIATELY blasted in the face by some black mist from Daisuke the crow! CM: BLACK MIST!!! BLACK MIST!!! JH: There’s a speeding train cut short! CL: These metaphors and similes are almost as horrible as the JR-bot’s. I think I might have to shoot myself… Daisuke hits a few hard chops to the chest of Wilson before whipping him to the ropes and summoning his trainee, Graver. Shaun comes back on the rebound, and the duo score a DOUBLE Lightning High Kick that sends Wilson so hard to the mat that he bounces back to his feet! CL: TWWWINNNN LIGHTNNIIIINNNGGGG HIIIIIIGH KICKUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!! Wilson wobbles for a second before falling back down, and Daisuke rolls him up as Graver keeps Kitten at bay! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! 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| Crimson Shards | Jan 4 2007, 08:36 AM Post #3 |
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[align=center]Kiyoshi vs. Nightmare will be posted here when I get it.[/align] Short Results: Kiyoshi Nakahata defeats Nightmare to retain his FSC via referee stoppage The camera cuts away from the ringside area and to some where backstage that is unknown due to the lack of light. It appears to be filming a door due to a tiny bit of light peeping through under it. Before long two pairs of foot steps start to be audible behind the door. They grow louder and louder until they seem to be right at the door and stop. Momoko Wakari: There, I've given you enough to buy the games what you want... now get lost, I need to ice my jaw. Mijutso Tenaka: Absoltely!! You got it, Momo-kun!! A slight but frustrated sigh and muttering of "baka" is just barely picked up as one set of foot steps grows softer with each moment. To no surprise the familiar jingling of the door knob occurs and it opens. The pink haired wonder is striding into the room and flicks on the light before walking deeper in. Even her temporary locker room is pink head to toe in a rather disturbingly cheerful shade. Momoko Wakari: -fucking cunt... that belly dancing swine had more kick to her than I thought. She groans and clutches at her neck, rubbing it slightly as she kicks the door close. Onikage: How disappointing, that should've been nothing for you to handle. The camera and Wakari whip around to find the speaker of those kind words. What they wish to find is sitting in the corner of the room to the side of the door. His long black trench coat is engulfing the pink and spreading over it like an invading virus. The hazel eyes lurking behind the hideous mask eye the Red Cell banner he's clenching. Momoko Wakari: She was pathetic! She never deserved to have the opportunity in the first place and I showed that in the ring! In such a fury to defend herself Momoko just realizes what she probably should've said first. Momoko Wakari: What the fucking hell are you even doing in here?! I don't recall in- Onikage: I wasn't referring to that match you just had, Wakari-dono. And I would prefer it if you didn't interrupt me. The dark eyes cast their gaze onto the pink haired demon as the venomous words nearly seep out from the mask. This combination defusing Momoko's defenses and her mouth not working, at least for the time being. His mannerisms relax and his gaze returns to the clothe in his finger tips. Onikage: What I was referring to was what transpired last week in that ring. Some thing both my frustration and annoyance for can not even allow to begin to describe it. I expected more from you, especially our time apart from each other. That routine run through I had you able to do perfectly before... The venomous tone scoffs in disgust and tosses the small Red Cell banner down onto the floor at his feet. Wakari's expression hidden partly by the camera's current angle and partly by her pink locks. Onikage: Yet last week you struggled to keep up with me in the routine. It was so painful to watch I ended the match much earlier than I had any desire to end it. I've tried this past week to try and grasp this concept, the concept that you've actually taken steps backwards in progress. That you've actually lost some skill I tried to pass onto you. One single condemning index finger points down at the banner at his feet, the logo still visible near his boots. Onikage: Is this the reason, Wakari-dono? Is this the cancer that's had its way with your abilities? This collective is mostly of delusional misfits with a grudge against an equally delusional man? Was it this fantasy created by two foo- The sound of Momoko's fist slamming against the wall interrupts Onikage and catches the Savior of Sorrow off guard. Momoko Wakari: Shut up!! Limply her fist drops to her side and she glares with a slight bitterness through her hair at him. Momoko Wakari: Why should you care?! Why it so important to you what does or doesn't happen to my abilities?! Gracefully the black slips away from the pink chair and creates the looming and standing figure of Onikage. Onikage: It concerns me when some one I aided in training takes such a drastic drop in talent. Whether you like it or not at this point, it does involve m- Momoko Wakari: Then where were you, hmm?!? Her glare intensifies and she takes quite a few steps forward, staring a hole into his masked skull. Momoko Wakari: If you care so much about me, where were you when NGIW closed down?! Where were you when Mijutso and I were making by with what little means we got from Mijutso's indy bookings?! Where were you when I was trying to get a job here?! Bottom line, where were you when I needed you the most?! Onikage almost looks taken aback by the rage and the ferocity Momoko's spoke to him with. Her tiny body is literally trembling with anger at the very moment. The small hands balled into fists at her sides while she glares up at him. Slowly his expression returns to the cold and hard look it had to begin with. Onikage: Because I had my own problems that needed to be dealt with at the time, Wakari-dono. I was having quite a troubled time and could not be there for any one. Besides, I did not train you so I could hold your hand your entire life, Wakari-dono. I train those I deem worthy for one reason and one reason only, so they can eventually stand on their own two feet. His eyes darken for a moment as he shares an equally enraged glare back at Momoko. Onikage: So do not blame me for your own short comings and the truth. The truth is that you could not stand on your own and so you fell onto a crutch. This poisonous crutch known as Red Cell and Jason Moore that has led you into a war. And that will more than likely be your undoi- She chuckles bitterly and shakes her head, once again cutting off the masked oddity. Momoko Wakari: Toan-sensei has helped me, more than you'll probably ever know. He's given me knowledge and chances you and others never gave me. The man's ideal will help save not only this company from certain destruction, but the entire business itself. So do not stand here and talk down to him as if he were your junior. Red Cell's Pink Haired Demon turns her back to one of her mentors and sighs in a frustrated tone. Gently she runs her own hands over her upper arms. Momoko Wakari: Now get out... go play with your Barbies, drunkards, and cat fetish freaks. I've got no other reason to talk to you at this point and I don't want, or need, your help anymore. A slight hint of confliction passes over Onikage's face behind the mask and he starts to reach out for him but stops. Instead the Straight Edge Artist turns his back to her back and heads for the door. He stops for a moment at the door way and looks back at the Red Cell banner on the floor. 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| Crimson Shards | Jan 4 2007, 08:37 AM Post #4 |
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[align=center]FIW Grand Prix Semi-Finals: Kailey Lane versus Grant Rice Some jeered and some politely clapped when Grant Rice made his entrance, obviously gaining some fans despite himself. On the other hand Kailey Lane got quite the applause and even a bit of cheering from the normally quiet Japanese crowd. They were told the rules and shook hands as per usual before they got under way. Grant offered a hand and Lane accepted the gesture, locking up with him. The duo performed an impressive display of chain wrestling, which saw neither get a clear advantage for some time. Headlocks, sleepers, arm wrenches and head scissors to name a few were the holds each countered each other with. Even despite the size difference, Kailey’s quickness evened the playing field between them. It wasn’t too long into this exchange of holds and counter holds that the crowd started to applaud their efforts heavily. In the end Rice gained the advantage with a questionably low kick to the southern gal’s mid-section. Quickly he scooped her up and dropped her back down with the Killswytch, but it only got him a two. Slightly annoyed, Grant brought Kailey back up to her feet and pushed her into the corner. With her stuck, he started to hammer away on her relentlessly, perhaps venting the annoyance. As each blow connected with Kailey a bit of confidence started to seep into Grant Rice’s mannerisms, to such a degree he almost seemed to be getting a tad arrogant. He backed off of her for a moment after connecting with his trademark Jaw Jackin’ punch to catch his breath. This is when Miss Lane struck; she leapt into the air and delivered a vicious roundhouse kick to the side of his skull. She charged out of the corner after him as Grant stumbled back and with the blink of an eye connected with the Kailey-Go-Round and went for the cover. The fans applauded both Grant’s and her effort as the referee counted to three and Kailey Lane advanced to the next round. Winner: Kailey Lane via pin fall FIW Grand Prix Semi-Finals: Onikage versus Monolith Both men entered the ring in their usual manner, and once again Onikage strangely got cheered and applauded by the Japanese fans. Michaela called for the bell and it was rung and the match was under way, yet neither man moved. For quite a few moments the two oddities simply stared across the ring at each other like opposing statues. A few grumbled jeers crept from the audience but once again, neither man paid it any mind. Slowly Monolith slinked from his corner like a creature from another world and Onikage began to move as well from his corner. Each held a slight cryptic stance to their bodies as they walked around the ring and circled one another. When they got into arm’s reach of each other, Monolith was the first to strike, and the first to miss. Onikage side stepped and avoided the first few flurries of knees and head butts, and chops from the other worldly being. During an attempt for a close line the masked oddity struck, he ducked it and slipped in close to Monolith, the very thing his opponent feared. He unleashed several rapid fire palm strikes and knee strikes to the bigger man’s kidneys and sides. It left the former Red Crown of Rage Champ staggered and he fell back into the ropes, which proved to be salivation. With a tad frustrated look on his painted face, Monolith baited Onikage to come at him, which allowed him to drop toe hold the masked man’s throat right into the middle rope! FIW’s latest monster clasped a hold of the back of the Straight Edge Artist’s neck and pressed down, choking him as Michaela started her count. Once she reached four Monolith let go and sprinted across the ring enigmatically. He charged back and a collective gasp rung out when he dived over the top rope! His butt crashed down upon the back of FIW’s Savior of Sorrow on the way down and sling shot it off of the ropes! A bit worse for wear he slid back into the ring beside Onikage’s body that twitched. Onikage clutched his nearly caved in throat after two hundred and seventy three pounds pressed it against steel and plastic. Lazily Monolith brought his frame up onto its vertical base and grabbed a hold of Onikage by his locks and brought him up as well. Right before he flung him over his shoulder and spiked him on his head with the Cartesian Circle! The bigger man went for a quick cover and hooked the leg, but only got a two for his troubles. Which only seemed to bring him frustration or maybe joy; it was slightly hard to tell with him. Monolith brought the masked man back up to his feet, this time a bit quicker and forcefully than before. He reared back his hand and darted for the throat of Onikage, only for at the last second him to avoid it! Before it could all register in the bigger man’s mind, Onikage was behind him and locked in his own submission hold of sorts, For Whom the Bell Tolls. He snarled slightly and wrenched back on it and got a snarl from Monolith too. The bigger man tried to flip his fellow freak over his shoulder but it was no good. Monolith attempted to head to the ropes, but they were too far way and he started too late, eventually he gave in and tapped out. Winner: Onikage via submission FIW Grand Prix Semi-Finals: Elrick versus Prime Elrick entered the ring in his typical entrance, though his opponent’s arrival was far from typical. Unlike the arrogance and monstrous persona that Prime had as of late, he showed nothing but paranoia as he made his way out. The biggest man in FIW kept looking over his shoulder, as if worried some one might come out from the back. Though his arrogance returned once he entered the ring and sneered at Elrick as the bell rung. Right out of the bat Elrick raced towards the Excellence of Evolution and tried to get a advantage, but the bigger man simply lifted Elrick up into the air. Prime smirked and bench pressed Elrick up in the air before he meanly dropped the English wrestler face first onto the mat. Surprisingly Elrick kipped right back up and glared at Prime, even this surprised the big man slightly as the Career Killer rushed him. Over and over again Prime just barely managed to shove the smaller man away as Elrick kept coming at him. It ended though when anger overwhelmed Prime and he nearly beheaded Elrick with a lariat before he kissed his bicep and Chip proclaimed “KISS THIS!” The big man stormed from the ring and stomped around ringside, and stopped at the time keeper’s table. For the third or fourth time now during one of his matches, Prime shoved the time keeper out of the way and picked up the steel chair. A demented grin on his face when he entered the ring as the Truth warned him not to use it. He lifted it over his head and his grin widened as he started to bring it down but froze when a voice called out. Slowly he looked up near the entrance way where for the second week now, Max Midas walked out from the back. He tried to tell Prime not to do it and the big man merely snarled and growled at his trainer’s presence. For a second time in a few weeks, pain seemed to over come the big man and he dropped the chair. Prime staggered forward and nearly fell but caught himself with the ropes as he held his head with his free hand. Slowly he lowered it and blinked, he looked around with a confused look on his face. For whatever reason, it seemed like Prime had no idea where he was or that Elrick had gotten up and was lurking behind him. Some thing amazing then occurred which brought all of the Japanese fans to their feet in cheers and applause. Elrick locked Prime into a full nelson and lifted all three hundred and ten pounds over his head and spiked him with the ElrickPlex06’! Before Prime could even react to what happened to him the Career Killer rolled over to him and grabbed a hold of him. He wrenched back as he locked on the Pain Killer and started to make Prime scream his heart out! Midas tried to rally Prime on to get to the ropes, but in the end, the hurt and bewildered Prime tapped out! Elrick was advancing to the finals! Winner: Elrick via submission FIW Grand Prix Semi-Finals: Maj Tahal versus Ragin’ The Panthera of FIW enters the arena with not only the General Kumar Singh and Ahmed backing him, but the entire Red Cell army. None of which are very well received by the fans, even more so when Mijutso snatched the mic from Anderson and introduced them. When “That’s What They All Say” blasted over the sound system a strange occurrence happened, the Japanese fans actually applauded Ragin’ on his way out. Perhaps they were attempting to honor and respect the veteran of FIW, but all they got was a glare from him for their troubles. When the bell sounded Maj hurried over to Ragin’ and tried to go for a quick technical take down, but the bigger man batted him away and threw a punch. For the next few minutes the two duke’d it out with each other, fists against fists. Due to having quite a bit of weight over him, Ragin’ started to gain the advantage over Tahal. He hammered away on the less experienced wrestler until he was into the ropes, where the Truth demanded Ragin’ get him out of. Ragin’ happily obeyed the order of an official for once when he whipped Maj out of the ropes and across the ring. Upon his return however Ragin’ was met with a nasty surprise, Maj delivered the Shakti perfectly to the Master of Rage! The Veteran’s head bobbled off of the canvas like the famous toy and Tahal added to his assault with several stomps. Even with the stomps, Ragin’ attempted to fight through the pain and slowly got up to his feet only to get grabbed by Maj and whipped towards the corner. Though at the last second Ragin’ reversed the whip and sent Tahal into the corner and charged in after him, he kneed him right in the mid-section. Ragin’ took several steps back and rushed back into the corner to hit some thing else. But at the last second Maj leapt out of the corner and connected with a thunderous Bhaia! The fans jeered heavily when Maj quickly covered Ragin’ and the Truth counted the one, the two, and the three! Winner: Maj Tahal via pin fall FIW Grand Prix Semi-Finals: Sean Madrox versus Matt Impact The fans were a buzz with this being the last match of the semi-finals and perhaps the biggest match of them all. Each came out to their respected entrances and neither was greeted fondly by the fans. Especially Matt Impact, he brought the rest of Red Cell with him out to the ring. Madrox eyed the several persons at ringside as both men were introduced but quickly turned his attention back to Matt upon the sound of the bell. Sean raced out of his corner and leapt into the air only for Matt to duck in the nick of time but Sean landed on his feet any ways and raced right into the ropes. He bounced off of them and charged right back towards the much bigger man. The second time he leapt into the air hit its mark with a jumping forearm that sent Matt staggering. Of course he doesn’t stop there and hurried in close to Impact and started hammering away with chops. Sweat actually bounced off of Matt’s chest with each chop that echoed through out Saitama via the phenomenal one. Each blow sent Red Cell’s enforcer back a bit more until he tittered near the ropes and Mark Jackson looked prone to tell Sean to back off. That was until Matt fired back with a European uppercut right across the jaw line that jarred Madrox nearly out of his boots. Quickly and to the rhythm created by his stable mates’ applause, Matt fired off several more vicious European uppercuts. The final one sent Sean into a stumble and he staggered towards the center of the ring, a glassy look in his eyes. There was some thing else to, some thing that got a few gasps from the Japanese fans in attendance. Blood slowly dripped from Sean’s chin where a wound laid wide open thanks to Matt Impact. He turned around just in time too for a bit of his blood to be flung half way across the ring via a lariat delivered by Matt Impact! Confidently Matt smirked and placed his boot over Sean’s chest and commanded Mark start his count, which he only got up to two. Impact growled and placed his boot back over Sean’s chest and pushed his shoulders back down and told the ref to count again. This time Matt Impact’s arrogant cover only got a one count before Madrox channeled enough strength to kick out. A small chant of “Ba-ka” rung out as Impact glared at the Japanese fans for daring to call him such a thing. Matt scooped up Madrox like he was a child and with a bear hug applied charged right into one of the corners with a full head of steam. Mister Phenomenal yelled out in pain and clawed at Impact’s shoulders in a vain attempt to be freed. It hadn’t stopped the tag champ from backing out of the corner very slowly. Or when he charged right back in and rammed Sean back first into the turnbuckle again! Jackson warned Matt but he ignored the referee as he backed out of the corner for a third time and wrenched back on the bear hug. Sean’s head whipped back with his face etched out in agony as Matt barreled back towards their destination. At the last possible second Madrox kicked his legs off of Matt’s massive body as they neared the turnbuckle. Just barely he managed to get them over the top rope and slipped right out of Matt’s grip and out onto the apron! Quickly he clobbered Matt with an elbow strike that sent the bigger man into a stagger and gave Madrox enough time. Enough time to spring over the top rope and wrapped his legs around Impact’s neck in a headscissors and throw him forward. FIW’s one of two world title holders’ skull collided with the middle turnbuckle and the thud rung out sickeningly. Like a flash of light Sean pulls Matt out of the corner and quickly connects with X Marks Tha Spot before going for the cover. As the referee’s hand was coming down for the three Matt placed his foot on the bottom rope and broke the pin fall attempt. The downfall of Sean Madrox was when he distracted the referee by arguing with him over the count. This had given Matt the perfect chance and he took it, he drilled Madrox with a low blow before the referee could have even caught him. Impact quickly got back up to his feet and brought Sean closer, he lifted him up and dropped him down with the package piledriver just as the bell rung! The Time Limit had expired! Mark Jackson turned and looked to Timmy the time keeper as Matt looked around in disbelief as did his fellow Red Cell team mates. Timmy waved Mark over and they discussed what the decision would be on the match. After a bit of a chat Timmy nodded his head and informed Michael Anderson, who informed every one that due to the time limit draw, BOTH men would be heading to the finals! Winner: Draw via time limit expired [/align] |
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| Crimson Shards | Jan 4 2007, 08:39 AM Post #5 |
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The words “Recorded last week” flash over the screen before the camera fades in to quite the lovely sight. Jungle covers most of the surrounding land aside from a large flight of wooden stairs up the side of the mountain. FIW’s camera guy turns around to unveil another thing of not natural made. A giant set of wooden gates and standing over them is an even larger golden statue, in the shape of an Extreme Ninja. Foot steps start to ring out near by and the camera turns back towards the steps, where they seem to be coming from. Near the top of the flight are now two familiar masked faces that look like they’ve been walking up the stairs for a while. The bigger of the two being Extreme Ninja #2 in his black standard ninja gi. Beside him the smaller one being Extreme Ninja #4, another pupil of Extreme Ninja. With a light smack of their feet hitting the stone they finally make it to the very top of the mountain. Extreme Ninja #4 seems to be less drained from that little walk than Extreme Ninja #2, but none the less they both step forward. They look between each other as if they are speaking mentally to one another. In the end Extreme Ninja #4 is the one who knocks on the gate and relatively quickly it opens. A woman some where in her twenties and of Japanese heritage opens and answers the gate, she looks the two over. She is wearing a near match to what Extreme Ninja #2 is currently wearing, minus the clothe he is using to cover the majority of the face. Her long pure black hair is put neatly into a braid and falls behind her. The mystery woman scoffs slightly at the sight of the two, and eyes the back pack Extreme Ninja #2 is carrying. Mystery Woman: (He’s been expecting you two, come in.) For the comfort of those that don’t speak it, the Japanese she spews is put into subtitles at the bottom of the screen in English. Quickly the two pass the gate and enter the domain that has the golden giant Extreme Ninja statue. She eyes over the camera man a few times and then flicks her head to signal they can come in too. The camera man quickly hurries in too as the camera fades to black, with the words “To be continued…” flashing before it cuts back to ringside. CL: Oh god damn, cock suckers are you ready for a bloodbath? JH: It isn’t going to be… oh wait it’s Toan vs. Xanthius. CM: Toan’s gonna make him wish he was never born. CL: Toan? Who’s he? Oh the man Xanthius’s gonna rip a new asshole for? CM: You’ll see, he’ll be on his back just like your wife last… CL: Night when I was fucking her and your girl, yeah I know. The infamous quote from The Boondock Saints is heard around the arena... [align=center]"For a few seconds... this place was Armageddon! There was a FIRE FIGHT!!! Reach out and touch faith![/align] The tunes of “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Hardcore Jesus walks threw the curtains along with the Red Cell mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado, alongside him He stands on the top of the walkway, looking out at the people in attendance with a crazed grin… Toan raises his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the stage to erupt! As they then die down Toan lowers his arms and walks down the walkway, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur as LOBO follows nearby… Mijutso: "INTRODUCING FIRSTAH!~... IN THE RED CORNAH!~... HE WEIGHS IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR KILOSAH!~ AND HE HAILS FROM THE KINGDOM OF PAINAH!~ HE IS THE CREATION OF DEVESTATIONAH!~ INNOVATION OF ANNILILATIONAH!~ THE CONSTRUCTION OF DESTRUSTIONAH!~ HE IS... TOOOOO-ANNNNNNNNNN-AHHHHHH!!!!!~~" LOBO takes his position at ringside as Toan reaches the apron and slides into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure. Toan then hops down, remove his shades and ring jacket, throws them to LOBO on the outside before leaning in his corner for the match to start. JH: Toan looks ready for war. CM: He’s ready to show Tier’s bitch how to “wrestle”. CL: Ah bullshit, this is a hardcore match, he’ll fight dirty you watch. CM: You like cheaters. CL: Not one’s who are assholes, well… 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: And! His opponent hailing from somewhere I ain’t allowed to say! Weighing in at two hundred and seventy six pounds and standing at six feet seven inches… XANTTTTTTTHHHHHIIIIIUUUUUSSSSSSS!!!!! 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: After all the crap this man’s had, fuck me Toan’s dead. JH: He’s had some difficulties agreed, but this feud has gone on for so long. CM: Toan’s just been messing with him. JH: I’m not sure he’s the one to mess with honestly. CL: Fuck no, watch the bitch squeal. As both Toan and Xanthius stand in there respective corners, LOBO talks to Toan, seemingly discussing tactics, Xanthius’s eyes just stare at Toan until Fuzz calls for the bell and the match gets under way, both men leaving there corners come face to face with a stare down, neither man talks its just a stare down, there’s eyes burning holes through each others skulls. The height obviously not worrying Toan as he out of nowhere begins flying into Xanthius with some forearm strikes, each one connecting with some power but Xanthius then retaliates with his own, smashing Toan’s cheek with some vicious forearm strikes, taking him to the ropes he then Irish whips Toan… CL: Hit him harder! JH: He hits him nay harder he’s knock him out, geez. CM: Conse wants that, the easy route out. JH: Any win is a win though Chip. CL: No, I wanna see Toan bleed. …Toan comes back as Xanthius leans up and goes for a big boot, but Toan stops grabbing Xanthius’s leg and taking him over with a snap dragon screw, Xanthius swings over landing on his back as Toan keeps a hold of the leg, grabbing the ankle and twisting it, he keeps applying pressure as Xanthius boots him off, sending Toan to the ropes, but on the return he simply leaps over and applies a headlock, really wrenching at Xanthius’s skull, Xanthius obviously able to power out, tries to gain his footing, but as he almost gets to his feet, Toan sweeps his feet and takes him over incredibly with a headlock takeover… CM: See, amazing power shown there by Toan. JH: It’s the best way to wear Xanthius down, keep him on the canvas. CL: Oh come on, this is shit, Sybil picking her nose is more interesting then this. CM: Not our fault you lack grace Conse. Toan wrenches away tightly at his head, Xanthius not looking too fazed by it tries to gain his footing again, Toan attempts a headlock takeover but Xanthius gives him a stiff forearm to the gut, making the hold loosen a little. Xanthius then gains his footing finally, Toan still holding the headlock the best he can, Xanthius then lifts him off the ground, but as Xanthius goes to hit a backdrop, Toan releases rolling over and then landing on his feet behind Toan, before giving a quick snap kick to Xanthius’s right knee before grabbing his arm and twisting it in and under for a hammerlock… CL: Come on! It’s a hardcore match! CM: This is technical ex… …Xanthius seems to lose it, he knowing full well his arm is in a hammerlock swings his elbow around with such force it knocks Toan back, releasing the hammerlock. Xanthius then turns and with all his power, clothesline himself and Toan out of the ring into the outside area, the fans watching as both roll into the ring barricade, LOBO comes over trying to get Toan to his feet with motivation which works as both Toan and Xanthius begin climbing to there feet. They turn to each other, but before Toan has chance to even move, Xanthius knees him in the gut then smashes his face into the ring barricade, making him drop to a knee and drench over the barricade, he then walks towards the ring keepers table… CL: Bam! That’s how you shut someone up. JH: Xanthius obviously annoyed by being out wrestled has resorted too… CM: Garbage wrestling, typical talent less fool. CL: Say that in a minute when Toan’s head’s smashed into the ground. Xanthius pushes the timekeeper off the chair he’s sat on and then picks it up, tapping it before moving back around to where Toan is LOBO tries to interfere but Xanthius completely ignores him, before he lifts the chair and smashes it down on the barricade, but Toan moves, letting the chair just miss. Toan then boots him in the gut as Xanthius releases the chair, but Toan is still surprised as instead of making Xanthius reel back, he moves and begins to stomp the hell out of Toan, each stomp really taking it deepening effect into Toan’s body… CL: That’s it, kick the shit out of him! JH: Xanthius’s really seems to have lost his temper, this match could get bloody. CM: Conse will enjoy that, I’m sure your little stooge will do it for you too. Xanthius then picks Toan up, then moves him one direction before turning and ramming him into the steel steps with a Irish whip, the impact sends Toan in and over them with a thud. Xanthius not happy with that then kicks away the top layer and moves Toan to his feet before placing him in a front chancery, Xanthius then lifts Toan up for a suplex, but in the apex Toan swings over and grabs Xanthius’s head coming down with a crash right on the steps with a reveres Facebuster, Xanthius’s head thuds off the steps as Toan goes for the cover… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NO SHOULDER UP![/align] JH: What a reversal, Toan really using his pace to his advantage in this one. CM: Of course, Should have been three, slow count by the referee. CL: Ah man I’m gonna laugh when Xanthius gets the win. Toan just stands up quickly, looking down at the fallen Xanthius who rolls off the ring steps, Toan looks to LOBO who looks quite pleased before rummaging under the ring, pulling out a kendo stick, but not using it he places it on the ring apron, Xanthius leans against the barricade in a sitting position which suits Toan fine as he moves towards him and gives him one of the stiffest and loudest kicks I’ve ever heard right to the chest. He grins as Xanthius holds his chest, looking quite stricken, but Toan moves back into position looking for another kick, this time it’s even louder and the fans even seem to look in discomfort but the kick seems to make Xanthius motivated as he climbs to his knees, asking for another… JH: Oh god not anoth… Ouch! …Toan does so and kicks even harder which Xanthius takes but it does seem to hurt, but he stands, looking toward Toan before with a completely thunderous strike, forearm shots Toan, sending him reeling, but he then retaliates with a knife edge chop that echoes around the arena with pace, but both men just look at each other. JH: Jesus both men really aren’t going to stand down. CM: Toan can take it from the best of them. JH: I can see that, but Xanthius isn’t stepping down either. CL: Because he knows how to take punishment, NGIW teaches that. Xanthius and Toan look at one and another, before they both out of nowhere begin firing shots, chops, more importantly Toan’s trademark gunshot chops are heard, he keeps hitting them harder and harder into Xanthius’s chest before Xanthius reels into the ring barricade, but as Toan comes charging, he’s body tossed up and over the barricade into the crowd or more importantly the concrete. Xanthius then follows as Fuzz climbs over to, following them, LOBO seems to stay at ringside for some reason though. JH: Actions spilling into the crowd now, damn. CM: Ah see Xanthius can’t wrestle in the actual ring. CL: He can, but Toan deserves a multi placement ass kicking. Xanthius picks Toan up via his hair and starts walking up the stairs of the Saitama Super Arena, the fans don’ really move they just watch as Xanthius hits him in the gut hard and keeps dragging him up the steps, the camera’s try to follow as does Fuzz, still no Lobo in sight either. They finally really what looks to be a little entrance area into the arena for the fans, Xanthius with all his power picks up and throws Toan into the wall of the area with a modified flapjack, his body crashing into it Toan lands on his back as Xanthius looks around… CL: Crunch, ha that’s how you flatten a bitch. JH: Nice move, bad place to place him but it works either way. CM: I have no words to even tolerate it honestly. CL: Makes a change, usually can’t shut you up. Xanthius spots what looks to be a trash can, he moves towards it and picks it up, placing it on it’s side as the fans watch he then moves towards Toan who’s to his feet, Toan not ready to be beaten yet has already seen Xanthius coming and when he approaches, CHOP1 The shot is heard around the arena as Toan chops the fuck out of Xanthius’s chest, he reels back towards the trash can and as Toan goes for another Xanthius turns enough to lift Toan up on his shoulders, he then swings him off and DRIVES him into the trash can with a dominator, the impact sending some FIW marks into a frenzy, Xanthius makes the cover quickly, hooking the leg as Fuzz drops for the cover… CL: IT BREAKS A SPIIIINEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUHHHH!!! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NO SHOULDER UP![/align] CL: Oh come on! Slow count ref! JH: Two count and Xanthius looks irate. CM: I would of I kept having to use weapons and still couldn’t win, idiot. CL: Shut up bitch features. Xanthius sits up, looking quite annoyed as Toan pushes himself out of the crushed trash can, leaning against the wall as Xanthius shakes his head in annoyance, moving to his feet and then Toan before taking him under his arm in a kind of headlock and they push through the doors to the arena’s inner corridors, some fans are there collecting food and drink, they seem to cheer as Xanthius throws Toan forward into the wall, Xanthius then rushes towards him looking for a big boot, but Toan moves watching Xanthius just hit the floor, using his quickness though Toan then sweeps Xanthius’s other foot, making him fall to his back. He then turns Xanthius other and grabs his hair before soccer kicking Xanthius right in the face, but not once or twice, he keeps kicking and kicking, each kick becoming sick as it connects with the side of his face. JH: Ouch, damn those kicks are stiff. CM: Kicking some sense into the moron that’s why. CL: I’ll kick you in a minute you don’t shut up. Toan gives him one last kick before dropping his hair as Xanthius drops to the floor, Toan backs off looking exhausted as he then moves towards a wall, resting against it before looking for his next idea, seeing a vending machine he seems to get it as he picks up Xanthius, he then looks to Irish whips Xanthius into it, but Xanthius reverses sending Toan into it, he thuds into it and then turns in time to see Xanthius charging at him, seeing it he quickly snaps down and connects with a sick drop toe hold sending Xanthius face first through the glass of the ending machine, the glass seemingly ripping open his right cheek and his chest as his t-shirt rips, he rolls out of the glass clutching his face as blood pours from his cheek and his chest… JH: OH MY GOD! CM: That’s how you pay for disrespecting Red Cell. CL: That it? Damn you boys ain’t seen violence properly have you? Fuzz checks on Xanthius as Toan sits up, looking over at Xanthius seemingly happy as he then climbs to his feet and picks up Xanthius, his blood still slowly coming from the wounds, Toan then spins him around and looks for a gunshot chop to his chest but Xanthius looking quite annoyed at his own blood, catches the hand and then boots Toan in the gut, the shot doubling him over, before Xanthius looks around, seeing a table decked out with flyers about upcoming events, he then lifts Toan up moving towards it but before he can do anything else Momoko Wakari comes from out of nowhere and cracks Xanthius in the head with a chair, Xanthius drops Toan down as Xanthius turns to Momoko… CL: That’s bullshit, kill her! JH: That’s not fair what’s she doing. CM: It’s called helping. CL: Bullshit it’s cheating. As Momoko teases Xanthius to come towards her, out of nowhere a boot connects right in between Xanthius’s legs, he drops to his knees as the camera sees LOBO, he grins as Momoko again raises the chair but as the pair stand there with the chair, TIER COMES OUT OF NOWHERE TOO! He swings the chair at LOBO just missing, both him and Momoko seemingly run off with Tier and the legacy of pain right after them! CL: Whoo! Tier and His Beauty! Kill them! JH: Tier helps out Xanthius. CM: That’s not fair! CL: He was just helping mate. CM: Shut up! As they run off Fuzz turns back to see both Toan and Xanthius to there feet, in fact Toan seems to be signaling to end it as he awaits Xanthius to stand up, as Xanthius does though Toan comes in for the Asiatic spike, but Xanthius quickly lifts him up in a burning hammer/reverse fireman’s carry and then moves to the table before DRIVING! Him into it with a Piledriver, hitting the Psycho Driver! CL: DARKNESS DRIIIVVVVVVVVVVVUUUUUUAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! CM: No! …Xanthius then hooks the leg of Toan, his blood still bleeding but Toan looks destroyed as he lays in between the smashed table… CM: Come on Toan, kickout!! CL: Ha! Never! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE![/align] CM: Nooo! He can’t of lost. CL: But he did, boyah! motherfucker! …Xanthius sits up off of Toan, looking away from him as Fuzz checks on them both, the camera watching him and Toan as suddenly we hear Michael Anderson’s booming voice… MA: Your winner! XANNNNTTHHHHHIIIIIUUUUUSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! …Xanthius just sits up, into a standing position finally before looking down at Toan, he then makes his leave as Fuzz checks on Toan. CL: One for the Revolution, ha! JH: Xanthius picks up a hard fought win there. CM: Was all a fix dammit. CL: Not our fault the bitch can’t take a bit of head drop now is it? The feed cuts so suddenly that Constance almost doesn't get his sentence out. We're in a dim room lit primarily by large, thick, red candles. Our view pans across the room to see Tier, gazing thoughtfully at the flames. Tier: I had thought the expression was "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Clearly it also extends to include jilted former followers. Tier rolls his eyes and sighs, resting his pupils finally on the camera. Tier: What do you want from me, Toan? An apology? I'm touched you felt invested in me a faith you hadn't felt before. I'm not at all surprised you thought of me as a... last beacon of hardcore hope in a sea of Chris Benoit clones. But if you honestly thought your attempts at earning my favor in the past would be effective? Especially when they can only be described as... well... silly... Tier simply shakes his head again. Tier: I'm tired of this. Your rivalry was originally masked as a cause to end the horrorcore ideal that I helped create, but now I see it's just your own personal grudge, and you've managed to drag along a small group of misguided soldiers of your own to help you fight it. ... but you're right about one thing. This needs to end. Tier sighs and closes his heavy lids before opening them again. Tier: Nensai Senjou... so very soon. Why wait another month? You want a shot at this belt? Tier pats his waist and the camera pulls back to showcase his title. Tier: Then you can have it even sooner... under three conditions. Primarily, you'll forfeit your title shot at Anarchy in the UK. Second, a proposed amendment to the match stipulation. Let's do your match for thirty minutes... European-style catch rules. I've outwrestled wrestlers highly superior to you; it doesn't threaten me. But you know what our TRUE chosen field of battle is. Weapons-leagal, no-disqualification, HARD-CORE fighting. And just to up the ante a bit more, why don't we get rid of those ropes and have ourselves an old-fashioned barbed wire ropes match, hmm? Tier nods and smirks to himself. Tier: Lastly, I believe the loser has no right to continue his war, or his defense... whichever way you'd percieve it. The loser of the match must disband their stable, not to reunite again. Because I want to be well and truly done with you, Toan. I want you to end your grudge at the end of my knuckles. You think on that and you get back to me. You know where I'll be. After you've walked in his footsteps, one never truly loses sight of God... Fade. |
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CL: Time for the last fucking match in this tournament to see who’ll face Tier. CM: Ahem, don’t you mean Tier or Toan or whoever may beat Tier at the up coming anniversary pay per view? CL: No, I mean Tier, as both of will be nothing more than successful defenses under his reign. JH: You never know what to expect from this tournament, folks. One man was banned from the arena before his match last week, and now, our five way finals has become a six way! CM: Nuh huh! Tier’s going down no matter what! JH: Chip, please control yourself, at least until Anderson is done with the introductions. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the next contest is the main event of this edition of ReVolt and is the final match of the FIW Grand Prix Two Thousand and Six Tournament. The FIW Grand Prix Championship will be on the line in this contest that has a one hour time limit. Your official is none other than senior official, Tony Clarke! CM: What do we really know about this Clarke fellow, I mean, really? He seems like quite the shady guy if you ask me. JH: Chip! I’ll have you know that Tony Clarke is a well respected and respectable referee! He didn’t get the title of senior referee just by being cute! CL: Bah, he’s no senior referee if he doesn’t have white hair… JH: Oi… The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] …The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. CL: I’m still marking out over this son of a bitch actually submitting Prime and making it here. God, I’m so proud, I now know how Sybil feels when her gerbils survive getting sat on by me. CM: Fah, shows you how crappy the Revolution is, only one of their guys made it to the finals. Mean while, two Red Cell members made it here. JH: That couldn’t have at all had been helped by the interference in Ninja’s and Xanthius’ matches by Red Cell, noooo. CL: Gah…I told myself I wouldn’t cry… 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. JH: I’m surprised this man isn’t looking over his back at all. Not only because of how many in this match aren’t fond of him but also Xtreme Kitten. That man has tried to assault Onikage two weeks in a row now. CL: What, are you fucking dumb? Did you not see Lucy tell Kitten to back off and leave Onikage alone until their match? CM: Where Xtreme Kitten is going to end not only Onikage’s career, but his life for touching Lucy! CL: I can dream, I can fucking dream… [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. CM: If I was Madrox, I’d hide out for the first part of this match. CL: Why? He’s not a fucking coward like you, Chip. JH: Chip might actually have a point, Sean did just go through a grueling twenty minute match against Matt Impact one match ago. CM: Yeah, exactly! It’d give him more of a chance to rest up and be on par with the rest of them. 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. JH: Here is the other side of that twenty minute draw, and it could do wonders for Impact too if he were to rest on the apron for a bit. CL: Shush Bitchen, Impact has a big enough fucking advantage with his Indian Cabana Boy in the match with him too. CM: Are you trying to say that Red Cell would ever cheat and double team the other wrestlers?! CL: Trying to say? No, I know they’d do that. The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy. [align=center]Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of five people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal. Just then, from behind the curtain walks out the IMD himself, Maj Tahal, followed by his manager General Kumar Singh. Maj is wearing his wrestling gear, while the General is wearing an all white suit, with a white turban. They both grin, as the crowd boo the two Indians. Maj and the General are not paying attention, and instead they start to make there way down the ramp. [align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire Fire[/align] MA: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing 240lbs, MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!! Maj grins as his name's announced. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Maj gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just returned by Tahal back to the firey crowd. Maj continues the swap shop of curses, until he finally gives up on the crowd, and jumps off the turnbuckle. General Kumar gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Maj then waits for the match to begin. CL: Little bastard got lucky earlier on against Ragin’ and caught the Russian on a bad day, but he won’t survive in this match. JH: Maj Tahal does impressively stand four and zero against the former FIW Dual Crown Champion, Slam World Heavyweight Champion and TNT Dual Crown Champion. CM: That’s because Maj is a star on the rising and sooner than later, he’ll be as bright as his fellow stable mates Matt Impact and Toan. JH: This very well could be the match Maj needs to cement that status. "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd as she moves to her corner. CM: Another soon to be victim of Red Cell or Sean Madrox. JH: Not very likely, she is after all the reigning Grand Prix Champion. CL: She certainly has the odds stacked in her favor to get that title a second year in a row with facing two tired out guys, a freak and a Indian. Only one that should give her trouble is Elrick. CM: Shit! You made my water come out of my nose with that one! Michael Anderson enters the ring once again with the micro phone in hand, a smirk plasters itself on his face as he looks around at the six wrestlers. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the first wrestler, he hails from Leamington Spa, England and weighs in at two hundred and sixty eight pounds and stands in at six feet and six inches…He is the Career Killer…HE! IS! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIICK~!!! Elrick tosses the devil’s horns hand gesture into the air and gets a standing ovation from the Japanese fans in attendance. MA: And introducing the second wrestler in this contest, 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 the Savior of Sorrow…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! Onikage raises an eyebrow behind his mask when the fans applaud for him too, even a few cheering him on. MA: And he is the third wrestler in this contest, he hails from Fairfield, C-T and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds and stands at six feet and five inches…He is Mister Phenomenal…HE! IS! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEAAANNNNNNNNNNNNN MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAADRRRRRRRRROOOOOOX~!!! Hissing like jeers rain down upon Madrox and he glares around at the Japanese fans, giving them the up yours’ gesture and yells some unfriendly words at them. MA: Al-Hey! Giv-give me that back! Mijutso Tenaka has rushed into the ring and struggles for the micro phone with Michael Anderson. After a bit of time he finally relieves Michael of the micro phone and takes his place in the center of the ring. Mijutso: Ladies and gentlemen, and suicidal Penguins, the next two competitors represent the faction known as Red Cell. They stand in at respectfully six feet and five inches and six feet and three inches. They also respectfully weigh each two hundred and eighty six pounds and two hundred and forty pounds. One is one half of the FIW Tag Team Champions of the World, and the other is the reigning FIW Curry Eater Contest Champion…THEY! ARE! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT IIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPAAAAAAAAAAACT~!!! AND~! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJ TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL~!!! More hissing like jeers from the Japanese fans, now redirected at Red Cell’s general area. The General throws one lone red streamer into the ring to show support and respect to Red Cell’s duo. At this time Anderson tackles Mijutso down and takes the micro phone back from him. He stands up and dusts his suit off. MA: Last but not least ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Nashville, Tennessee and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty seven pounds and stands at five feet and eight inches…She is the reigning FIW Grand Prix Champion of Two Thousand and Five…SHE! IS! KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEY LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNE~!!! The Saitama fans erupt into a standing ovation and cheering on the southern gal, which Kailey simply bows to and smiles modestly. Colors fly through the air as the fans in the front rows shower her with streamers to show their respect and appreciation for her. Once Clarke and Anderson clean the ring of said streamers the wrestlers all turn their attention else where. Matt and Maj talk amongst themselves as they exit the ring, Sean quickly exits too and Kailey takes her leave out onto the apron gracefully, leaving only two. JH: Elrick and Onikage are starting us out here tonight in the finals of the Grand Prix! CM: This should be interesting. CL: Why do you say that? I thought you fucking didn’t like either of them. JH: I think what Chip is referring to is the fact that it was Onikage that nearly ended Elrick’s wrestling career and made him take a lengthy absence. Now the man that almost crippled him is in the ring with him once again. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Wasting no time after the bell sounds Elrick charges right towards the corner where Onikage is still nonchalantly sitting down. He throws his knee forward, looking for a running knee strike to the skull, but finds nothing but buckle sadly. Onikage shakes his head lightly as he watches Elrick groan in pain from the outside, where he slid out to. Quickly he slides back into the ring and almost tackles the Career Killer’s leg with a chop block. CL: The fucker is already going back to the legs on Elrick. CM: Actually, to be precise, he’s targeting the leg he injuried once upon a time. JH: It is in theory a smarty strategy as though injuries can heal, they can normally never be a hundred percent again. CM: I can’t believe I might actually have to root Onikage on between these two… CL: If he injuries Elrick again when he’s in the middle of helping us take care of Red Cell, I’m going to kill that masked idiot. JH: Onikage did make it to the final three last year in the finals before getting eliminated, so it is possible that he may repeat or improve upon that. Just barely Elrick manages to stay at a vertical base as he yelps in pain and hops on one leg, shaking the other one to try and get some of the kinks out of it. But his opponent is like a shark smelling blood and turns around, ducking long when he gets near Elrick. He swipes the Revolution member’s feet right out from under him and brings him down to the mat. Once there Onikage strikes again and snatches hold of the hurting leg, trying to turn it and lock in some type of submission. CM: So…very….very…boring… JH: Oh come on, Chip, this is classic technical wrestling! CL: I think that’s partly the problem, if not high spots or head drops or garbage wrestling, it doesn’t interest lil’ Chip here. JH: How he can like the last one is beyond me… CM: How can you not like it?! It’s awesome and bloody! CL: Hitchen was a very sheltered boy, sheltered by his mother’s bosom. Cautiously Elrick tries to keep his leg and body from being rolled either way by the masked oddity, keeping his eyes locked on his foe. Without warning Onikage gets tired of the waiting game and forcefully tries to turn Elrick over. This however is quite the mistake as it allows the Career Killer to fling his leg back, sending Onikage off of it. The Savior of Sorrow staggers back into the ropes and looks ready to continue when he’s tagged while Elrick gets back up to his feet. JH: Kailey Lane! Kailey Lane just tagged herself into the match! CM: Yes! Now some thing interesting might actually occur! CL: Oh great, I wanted to see Elrick pound Onikage’s ugly face in, not battle Kailey! JH: This’ll be an excellent contest between two great FIW competitors in my opinion! CL: Yeah, if you say so. CM: I’m not complaining, it helps soften them all up for Red Cell or Madrox to take them out, hahahahaha! Saitama’s fans applaud lightly when Kailey enters the ring, Onikage and her giving each other passing glance as he exits the ring. Elrick and Kailey smile at one another in a relatively friendly way and look away, out into the crowd. Once they bring their gaze back towards each other they start circling the ring from one another. Elrick shakes off the affects of the masked man targeting his leg as Kailey and him near each other. CL: Okay, we get it, you two are buds, now just beat each other’s fucking skulls in already, jeez, this isn’t pee wee soccer or any thing. JH: I think it’s great these two, unlike every one else in this match, aren’t letting the prize completely cloud their minds. CM: Ahem, you forgot two others who aren’t letting that happen, Hitchen. CL: I wouldn’t exactly call Sean Madrox and Buddha damn Onikage B-F-fucking-Fs, Chip. CM: No! I was talking about Red Cell! Look at them! Maj and Matt are standing near one another and planning, I’m sure they’ve cooked up some thing great! JH: It remains to be seen if Red Cell can keep their alliance intact during this match, though I highly doubt it. Kailey launches a back hand chop when they are within arm’s reach of each other, connecting with Elrick’s chest with a smack. The Career Killer responds with an echoing back hand chop of his own across Lane’s chest. She winces but fires off with another back hand chop, not backing down from the bigger person. It is Elrick’s turn to fight through the pain and turn around and unload a rapid fire of five back hand chops on Kailey’s chest! CM: Ho hum. CL: Ho hum? That’s all you can say, ho hum? Those two are fucking turning each other’s chests fucking red! JH: They certainly are vicious shots from both. CM: Vicious? There is nothing vicious about slapping each other. JH: Okay, Chip, then why don’t you go down there and let Elrick or Kailey do it to you? CL: I’d pay to fucking see that. The reigning champion nearly doubles over from the pain but clenches her fists and stands back up straight, facing her friend. In the blink of an eye she delivers a rapid fire of ten back hand chops, stinging Elrick’s chest. With each chop he takes a step back and she follows right after her, clearly adrenaline starting to kick in. Likewise, Elrick’s seemingly kicks in as he fires right back with back hand chops and the two starts chopping at an insane rate on each other. JH: Good lord! You could probably hear those chops outside of this very arena! CM: Bah, I think I’m gonna take a nap, tell me when Red Cell or Sean gets in the ring. CL: ….I so want to hurt you right now you piece of shit… JH: This is what the Grand Prix is all about folks! Great action, excitement and suspense! CL: While I am getting a hard on from how stiff these chops are, how is there any suspense in this right now? Other two? Yeah. But as for suspense? Nay good sir. CM: Maybe the suspense is who will come out on top in this chopping fest? …Meh, I’m bored… Sweat springs off of the two they are chopping each other with such force put behind the strikes, the Japanese fans are to their feet and cheering it on. Finally it ends when a chop from Elrick sends Kailey staggering, and he takes the chance to grab her wrist. He throws her towards the turnbuckle and rushes in after her, looking for some move. Though instead Sean Madrox tags himself in and hops over the apron, hitting the Headache! Which sends Elrick’s skull collding with Kailey’s mid-section! CL: Oh great, spotty mcgee has decided to join us. JH: With a blind tag Sean is in this match and sends Elrick right into Ka- CM: Yes! Woo! The Headache! Awesome! CL: Calm the fuck down, sh-fuck-eesh, you’re like a retarded kid with A.D.D. all of a sudden. CM: Quiet you, Madrox is in the ring now, so, it is finally interesting! JH: You have to wonder, though, if Sean is ready already after his match earlier with Impact. FIW’s Japanese fans shower Madrox in hissing like jeers and he simply scoffs at them as he picks up Elrick, letting Kailey roll out of the ring clutching her mid-section. With a tad bit of trouble Sean perches the Career Killer up on top of the turnbuckle. He steps away from the turnbuckle and throws up his arms in an X with an arrogant smirk to jeers. Confidently he saunters over and grabs Elrick’s limp skull, pulling him closer to lock it into a front face lock. CM: Hell yeah! Here it comes! I love this move! CL: L-o-l-z, it is a uber move o-m-g! JH: What the heck did you just say? CM: Die goth boy, die! You’re just jealous that none of your wrestlers do as cool of moves! JH: Chip, come on, calm do- CL: No, let him go, Hitchen, I’d gladly put the prissy primma donna in his place. He is such a mark it’s not even fu-Holy shit! That is the same reaction the fans have when Elrick bats Madrox’s arms away and grabs the sides of his skull, ramming his own into Sean’s with a head butt. Again Elrick collides skulls with the Phenomenal One and a third time, which sends Sean staggering. He bends over and tries to catch his breath and the fans start going nuts, Elrick climbs up onto his feet on the turnbuckle! “REALLY CATCH ME!” he screams as he leaps off of it and delivers a flying cross body to Madrox’s back, taking both of them down! JH: My word! Elrick just went to an aerial move! That wa- CL: He just used a variation of one of Tier’s moves! Woot! Me love you long time, Elrick! CM: Now who’s the mark, Conse? CL: Don’t make me pimp slap you back to when you had to work with that country bumpkin. JH: That’s just cruel, Conse, to make him have to relive that. CM: Sp-sp-spine shattering…*Eye twitches and starts having spasms* Elrick clenches his fists tightly and he pounds them against the canvas, feeding off of the adrenaline and support of the fans as he gets up to his feet. Near opposite of that is Sean who staggers up to his feet and Elrick picks him up easily. The Career Killer places him up onto his shoulders and he reaches up and grabs Madrox by the back of his neck. He drills him straight down into the mat neck first with the Career Suicide! CL: Career Suicide! Fully Fucking Sick! JH: Oh my god! Elrick might’ve just broken Sean’s neck in two! CM: Don’t even kid about such a tragedy! CL: Mister Phenomenal might just need to go see a doctor about his back after this one! JH: Indeed, the Human body isn’t meant to bend and be put through such pressure in said angles they are bent in! CM: Come on Sean! Come on! Politely the fans applaud Elrick and continue to try and rally him on with their applause; he gets to his feet, only to get a slap on the back. Clarke claps his hands and signals the tag has been made as Maj hops over the top rope. Elrick turns around and he glares slightly at the Panthera as he stalks out of the ring. Mean while Maj smirks and struts over to the lifeless body of Sean Madrox, picking him up by his neck. CM: Alright! Now here’s a match! Mister Phenomenal verse the Panthera of Red Cell! Christmas came a bit later than usual this year! JH: The fans and Elrick both seem none to happy about Maj’s sudden wanting in. CL: Yeah, funny how Red Cell only wants in when others have fucking derailed some one. JH: Also, it seems Matt Impact is pretty much the only one pleased with Maj’s active wrestling entrance into the match. CL: Gee, I wonder why, couldn’t be those two were whispering to each other the entire time before hand. CM: Red Cell are no cheaters I’ll have you know! They play smart, big deal, it’s what your supposed to do. Then again, who can expect you to understand Conse, your idea of playing smart is bashing your opponent over the head with a weapon! Slowly Madrox gets back up to his feet with the help of Maj Tahal, though he suddenly smacks Maj’s hands away and leaps into the air. Amazingly he performs a pele moonsault kick, sending the Red Cell member right off of his feet. Both scramble up to their feet and Sean tries to connect with a lariat, only for Maj to avoid it. Quickly they both whip around to try and get the other with their back turned, and Sean takes a Bhaia for his troubles! JH: Dear lord! Maj Tahal nearly broke Sean Madrox in half with that spear tackle! CM: Ahem, it’s called the Bhaia, get it right! CL: He doesn’t get it right because…no one cares. CM: I care! I care! CL: Yeah, but you care when one of the Red Cell idiots takes a shit even, so you don’t count. JH: For those watching at home, allow me to apologize for my co-workers language… Tahal kips up to his feet with a smug grin on his face and the opposite is Sean, who very slowly starts to get up to his feet. Eventually he makes it up to a vertical base only to get locked in a full nelson and Maj throws him over his head, hitting a Dragon Suplex! Maj sits up and flips off Elrick, the Career Killer taking offense and trying to get in the ring. Tony Clarke reframes Elrick from getting in as Maj’s grin widens and he drags Madrox’s lifeless body over to Matt Impact. CL: Son of a bitch! He just tried to mock Elrick by using one of his signatures! CM: Haha, brilliant! JH: Tony needs to get this under control and Elrick needs to calm down, Maj seems to be up to some thing! CL: Fucker is taking him over to his little butt buddy! Matt Impact gladly takes the tag from Maj Tahal and enters the ring as Maj climbs up onto the second buckle in their corner. The Tag Champ scoops Sean Madrox up onto his shoulders and positions them, so his side is facing Maj and the corner. He roars as he lifts Madrox up and Maj leaps into the air, grabbing a hold of Madrox’s limp body too. The duo drive him skull first into the canvas with an Impact Drop and Tombstone Piledriver combo! Maj rolls out of the ring just in time for Tony to turn around and see Matt making the cover! CM: Yes! …Wait, I mean, no! One of the three people that are actually cool is going to be eliminated! JH: Red Cell just illegally assisted each other! This is high way robbery at it’s finest! [align=center]1![/align] CL: I may not be Sean’s biggest fan but fuck Red Cell! Playing the numbers game yet again! CM: Stop being so jealous that your team sucks and can’t work as a unit! [align=center]2![/align] JH: Even if I don’t like them or their tactics, this’ll be huge if they eliminate Sean Madrox this early on! CL: Gah! This is fucking infuriating! [align=center]3~!!![/align] CM: Red Cell’s taking it all now! JH: Madrox is gone! Madrox is gone! MA: Sean Madrox has been ELIMINATED~!!! Red Cell’s biggest member pushes Sean’s lifeless form out of the ring and gets to his feet, just in time to be hit by a lariat from Elrick! But the lariat only staggers the bigger man slightly; Elrick growls and races away and into the ropes. He charges back towards Impact and hammers him with a second lariat and it too only staggers him. Matt laughs and grabs Elrick by the throat, choke tossing him into the Red Cell corner. JH: Jeez! The sheer power that Matt Impact wields is frightening! CM: See, do you see?! It’s futile for Revolution to try and compete against stars like that! CL: Fuck you and you have a fucking short term memory. Since if you recall, Elrick defeated Prime to get to this match, a person much bigger than Matty boy. JH: That is a good point, size isn’t always every thing. CL: Size is only important in one aspect of a man’s life, some thing Chip fails to reach. CM: Screw you, you probably have such a small one you write sappy blogs on MySpace about it and cut yourself! Like lightning, Matt Impact connects with a succession of open hand slaps and chops across both Elrick’s chest and face, hitting his trademark Impact Strike Rush. Though as the fans’ applause starts growing louder and louder, Elrick starts fighting back more and more. To such a point the Career Killer’s got enough room to now to have to lean right against the turnbuckle. Maj Tahal quickly fixes that though when he grabs Elrick from behind and holds him, letting Impact pound away on the smaller Revolution member. CL: Come the fuck on! That’s blatant cheating ref! Do your fucking job! CM: Once again the brilliance of Red Cell strikes! JH: I wouldn’t call using illegal tactics brilliance. CM: Course it is! They bend the rules and ensure that they’ll last longer and win it even easier! JH: But it is dishonorable and they may get disqualified. CL: Stop trying to talk logical to him, Hitchen, he’s beyond any hope now. Clarke stomps right over and starts yelling at the two Red Cell members, warning Maj Tahal to let go and even starting a count. Maj saunters away from the corner with his arms up innocently on the apron, bringing Tony’s attention with him. Leaving the perfect chance for Impact to start choking the very life out of Elrick! The Career Killer gasps and groans and kicks his feet as he tries to break Matt’s grip on his neck. CM: Ah ha! Yes! Make that punk regret ever making it past the semi-finals, Matt! CL: Oh for fuck’s sake! This is getting ridiculous! JH: He’s choking the man! For the love of God, ref, do some thing! He could die! When Maj Tahal’s far away from the corner to satisfy Tony Clarke, he turns around just late enough to miss the Red Cell member choking Elrick. Matt grabs a hold of the Career Killer by the wrist and whips him across the ring. However, half way Elrick reverses it and sends the world tag champ right into the corner instead! In the middle of his sprint towards the corner, Elrick leaps into the air, nailing a flying knee strike to the side of Matt’s head! JH: Elrick just reversed the Irish whip and connected with a flying knee! CL: He nearly took the roided up bastard’s head off! CM: Dear sweet lord! No! Matt! He drops down to his feet and jogs out of the corner and away from the dazed Matt Impact, the fans cheering him on. The Revolution’s Career Killer creates quite a bit of distance between Matt and him, nearly the entire ring’s worth. Before he takes off, he stops long enough to flip Maj back off for earlier. As he laughs and Maj yells at him, Elrick races into the corner, only to get hooked by Matt and driven down with Sit Your Ass Down! CL: Fuck! Fuckity fuck fuck fucky! JH: Elrick wasted too much time returning the gesture Maj gave him earlier and he paid the price! CM: Ha ha, like I told you, those Revolution boys have rock for brains. JH: It was a honest mistake, Elrick just let his pride get the better of him. CM: Same old tune for the lot of them. CL: Right, because we haven’t seen Red Cell’s monstrous ego ever backfire on it. Elrick’s skull bounces slightly off of the mat upon impact and he twitches slightly as Matt strolls out of the corner, looking in a foul mood. For good measure he stomps the Leamington Spa native a couple times on the skull. He drags Elrick’s body by his right leg back over to the Red Cell corner. With a smack of the hands, Maj tags back in and hops over the top rope as Matt brings Elrick to his feet. CM: First Sean, now Elrick and soon Onikage and Kailey will be next. Then we can have a great match between two top stars to see who’ll win the Grand Prix! JH: They may be working well now, but I don’t think Red Cell as a unit can last in this match. CL: That’s good, Hitchen, since they won’t, they’ll implode on each other sooner or later. CM: Is that what you really think or just what you are hoping for, Conse? CL: I’m speaking from first hand witnessing it with countless other teams in countless situations similar to this one. JH: Though you have to wonder if this is wise strategy, they may be keeping each other relatively not tired. But Kailey and Onikage have had plenty of time to rest on the outside. Maj takes Elrick off of Matt’s hands and starts bringing him back towards the center of the ring, looking for by the looks of it a brainbuster or suplex. It is then that suddenly Elrick springs back to life in a panic and starts firing off lefts and rights. It is short lived though as Matt comes from behind and knees him, grabbing a hold of him. Tahal wastes no time in running into the ropes and coming back, the Red Cell duo hitting a Bhaia and Russian Leg Sweep combo! JH: Darn it! And now Maj is going for the cover! CL: Fuck no, fuck no, fuck no, fuck no, fuck no! [align=center]1![/align] CM: And another one bites the dust, and another falls, and another falls, another one bites the dust! JH: Please Chip, that is highly in bad taste right now. [align=center]2![/align] CL: Kick out, kick out, kick out, kick the fuck out! CM: That’s all she wrote folks! [align=center]3~!!![/align] JH: Darn those Red Cell members and their cheating! CL: Ah fucking hell! MA: Elrick has been ELIMINATED~!!! |
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As soon as the announcement is made Kailey climbs up the turnbuckle and when Maj gets to his feet hits him with the Kailey Klub! She charges forward and delivers a nasty roundhouse kick and then follows up with a throws a crescent kick! The Tornado Alley causes Tahal to see stars long enough for Kailey to get a double leg takedown, and then tosses him! Tara Takedown results in Maj tumbling in a ball away from Lane and right into the waiting hand of Impact who tags himself back in! CL: Holy fuck! Kailey is on fire! She just nailed quite a few of her trademark moves on old curry and rice boy! CM: Curry Man is more like it, he could show Kailey a good time. JH: Chip! How can you talk about such vile things like that?! CL: Bitchen, it’s Chip Martin…that answers your question right there. JH: True…I suppose. CM: Hehehe…boobies… Before Matt can even enter the ring Kailey races over and knocks him off of the apron with a missile dropkick! Luckily, he manages to land on his feet and only stumbles slightly on the ringside floor. Though he’s not so lucky when he turns around to see Kailey flying through the middle rope with a topei con hilo! Her body smashes into his upper body and sends him back stepping and crashing right into the barricade! CL: Topei Con Hilo! Kailey just took out Matt Impact and nearly sent both of them right into the front row! JH: It’s take a wrestler home with you today folks, if they land in your lap at any time, you get to take them home. Just remind little Johnny and little Susie to feed and water them. CM: …You’re so lame… CL: I have to admit, that was pretty fucking corny, Hitchen. CM: Yeah, try a gag that hasn’t been around since the late seventies in wrestling. JH: You two are just a couple of wet blankets. Lane rolls off of Impact’s massive frame and down onto the ringside area floor, cracking her neck to get rid of the few kinks she got from the fall. Gradually she gets back up to her feet, only to get two tree trunk sized arms wrapped around her. Matt growls and charges full steam, ramming Kailey back and back of the head first into the steel post! Tony Clarke yells at Impact and tells him to get it back in the ring, grudgingly Matt rolls Kailey’s slightly limp frame into the ring and slides in after her. CM: Ha! Matt just crushed the bug, okay cover her big guy and let’s get this over with. CL: Do you seriously think that alone will fucking put her down? If so, you’re even more fucking delusional than Toan. JH: Good grief! He might’ve just snapped her spine in two! CM: Exactly, and if that’s the case, pin the gal already. JH: Though, some thing tells me Kailey does have quite a bit of fight left in her. CL: Ha, Hitchen’pwned. Impact uses the ropes and climbs back up to his large vertical base and yanks a handful of Kailey’s locks, pulling her up to her feet as well. Viciously he whips her towards the ropes and steadies his body as he gets ready to scoop her up. However, he’s in for a shock when she runs back and leaps into the air for a flying cross body! But scarily enough, Matt Impact catches her and throws her over his head with a fall away slam! JH: Ee-gads! Matt Impact is carrying and tossing Kailey Lane around like she was a small child! CM: That’s the power of Red Cell, that’s the power of the FIW Tag Team Champions of the World! CL: They won’t be holding those belts for much longer if teams like Nightmare & Grant Rice and Daisuke & Graver hang around! JH: That is a good point, the tag team division is really starting to heat up. CL: Not to mention any other combination of Revolution could easily dispose of them. CM: Ah, right, even Tier himself couldn’t handle the power of Impakahata! Casually Matt sits up and applauds his effort, mocking the Japanese fans’ nature to be quiet and applaud. Which only gets him hissing like jeers from the fans from Saitama, and he pushes his body back up right. He scoops her up and quickly whips her into the ropes once again, calling for his famous STO. When she returns to near him he hooks her, however she flips through and goes for a headscissors. Impact tries to flip her through but she ends up connecting with the Kailey-go-round and goes for the cover! CL: Yes! Kailey-fucking-go-round! JH: I think it’s actually just called the Kailey-go-round, Conse. [align=center]1![/align] CM: Gargh! No! Kick out! CL: …Noah you are so lame, Hitchen… [align=center]2![/align] JH: What?! That’s what the name of the move is! CM: Come on Matt! Red Cell all the way! [align=center]3~!!![/align] CL: Ha, go hit the showers Impact. JH: We are down to the final three folks! MA: Matt Impact has been ELIMINATED~!!! The applause and cheers from the audience for Kailey Lane dies out when the next wrestler enters the ring. She gets up and turns around just in time to see him finish entering the ring, Onikage. The two stare across the ring from one another, neither one making a move yet. Kailey’s expression is a mixture of surprise, worry and some thing else as Onikage’s expression stays quite enigmatic. CM: Oh great, just what we need now, wait, they might tire each other out and Maj can pick at what’s left! Splendid! CL: Well this is fucking interesting. JH: For the first time since Hellraise these two are facing each other in the ring, the affects of their war seemingly did resounding on both. CM: Not on Onikage, that freak moved on and looks to be creating quite the hit list since then. JH: True, but I can’t imagine the fact that Kailey won their last bout has sat well inside that demented mind behind the mask. CL: In other words, this is going to possibly be a fucking bloodbath! Kailey sprints her masked opponent and tosses her leg into the air, going for a spinning roundhouse kick. Though instead she finds nothing but air as the masked oddity ducks under the kick and delivers a knee strike to her mid-section. This causes her to double over and allow him to lift her up into the air, hitting the Flavor of the Hour! Lane grimaces in pain and clutches her back as she tries to get back to her feet. JH: Good god! The Flavor of the Hour, as he calls it, has left Kailey in pretty bad shape! CM: Ha! Serves her right, trying to act all big and bad by eliminating Matt…*sniffles* I miss him already… CL: Damn it, if either Maj or Onikage win this thing, I riot! CM: Oh yeah, sure that’ll scare people, one aging goth rioting. CL: Quiet fat boy. JH: We very well could see either of those men win or we may yet see Kailey pull through and win, it is literally any one’s ball game! The masked oddity runs from the kneeling Diva’s presence and springs off of the ropes, barreling back towards her. He at the last second tosses up his knee for a running knee, however, much like Kailey earlier, finds nothing but air. She slips behind him and reaches around, grabbing his head and jumps up. The southern belle bends her knees against his back with the caps digging in, and hits the lung blower backbreaker! CL: Shit, that was a close one. CM: Bah, I hate both of them at this point. JH: Kailey shows she isn’t going to be taken out as easily as a Canadian Backbreaker and does a backbreaker of her own! CM: I’d be happy if they broke each other’s backs and then Maj was able to pin both of them. JH: I don’t think that’s very realistic… CL: Since when did Chip’s mind be confined to what’s realistic and what isn’t? A round of cheers and applause ring out when Kailey kips back up to her feet and waits patiently for Onikage to get back up to his as he does so slowly. This time she finds her mark with the spinning roundhouse kick and springs off of it into a crescent kick! But Tornado Alley only staggers the bigger fighter, sending him staggering with Kailey charging right after him. She goes for a lariat but he ducks under it and without warning locks in For Whom the Bell Tolls! CM: Yes! Kill her! Kill her! And then Maj can kill you! CL: Fuck! The bastard’s got that god damn submission locked in! JH: Can Kailey escape the hold or will it take her as it’s next victim in this tournament like it did to Momoko and Monolith?! CL: It better fucking not, otherwise I’m going to be fucking furious with the final two being Onikage and Maj Tahal of all people. JH: Come on Kailey! Make it to the ropes! CM: Come on Kailey! Tap like you know you want to! Lane’s hands clutch and grope at Onikage’s in an attempt to maybe break loose of the hold that is sapping her energy. FIW’s top Diva gives up on that after a few moments and realizing how futile it is. Instead she tries to head the two of them towards the ropes, slowly taking one step after another. Luckily, they were already near the ropes to begin with, her fingers are just less than an inch away. She reaches out with all of her might, but in the end taps out and Tony calls for the announcement. JH: Incredible! A reverse of roles from last year’s Grand Prix Finals! It was Kailey Lane that denied Onikage access to the final two last year, now it’s Onikage denying Kailey that same access! CL: Son of a masked bitch! CM: Yay! One down, one to go baby! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, Kailey Lane has been ELIMINATED~!!! CL: I can’t fucking believe I have to sit and watch these two now, shit. CM: Red Cell! Red Cell! Red Cell! Red Cell! Red Cell! JH: Onikage! Maj Tahal! We’re down to the final two! One of these two men will become the FIW Two Thousand and Six Grand Prix Champion! The Panthera enters under the top rope and looks across the ring from Onikage, who is just now turning around as Tony helps Kailey out of the ring. At ringside the General cheers on his man valiantly and is getting hissing like jeers from the front row fans for his troubles. They walk closer to one another and Onikage extends his hand to his foe, which Maj takes and the two lock up, both trying to push the other. Slowly but surely Tahal starts to bring Onikage’s hands down to his shoulders in this test of strength, trying to get him off of his feet. JH: Well, this is a pleasant surprise, these two are starting out with a display of power. CM: Go Maj! Make him get on his knees before you! CL: This isn’t a cock sucking contest, it’s a wrestling match Chip. With a groan of pain Onikage drops down to one knee and his hands lower even further, Tahal bending them down at the wrists with a smirk. Then, to Maj’s surprise, the masked oddity starts fighting through the pain, pushing back upward and relieving his hands of their pain. Red Cell’s lone member remaining is turning red in the face with rage while the Savior of Sorrow slowly starts pushing back upward further still, managing to get up onto his feet. Now back up to a vertical base, the two are dead even as they try to one up one another with no progress. CM: Darn it! That freak shouldn’t be able to do that! JH: Onikage is fighting back and is now at a stalemate with Maj! CL: Hopefully they snap each other’s wrists and the match is forced to be awarded to Kailey. Both men replant their feet in their places and get their footing as they try to make the other lose his own. In a desperate attempt to regain the advantage, Tahal goes for a kick to the mid-section, but Onikage side steps it. With the Panthera distracted, he rolls their arms through the lock and brings them down to their mid-sections, pressing down on Tahal’s hands. Maj yelps in agony and twitched slightly as he tries to fight out of it but to no avail so far. CL: Torn between enjoying seeing that Indian bastard in pain and Onikage being on the offense in a match… JH: Now the tables have turned! Maj is on the receiving end of what the Greco Roman Knuckle Lock can provide! CM: Don’t hurt Maj’s hands! He needs those for using the Lotus, carrying babies, picking a flower to smell it and…other…stuff… Onikage wrenches further back on it and Clarke circles around the two, asking Tahal if he might want to submit, to which he gets a firm no. Rather Maj rears back his head and tries to head butt the masked man he is facing, which turns out isn’t a smart move. FIW’s Straight Edge Artist let’s go of the knuckle lock and snatches Tahal’s head, bringing him down with a side headlock takedown. He tightens it and wrenches on it as the Panthera slams his fists against the canvas in a rage. JH: A side headlock takedown into the very submission it is named after! CL: Fuck both Maj Tahal and Onikage in their tight little ass holes! CM: Actually, I heard Maj’s isn’t too tight at all… Clarke kneels down and asks Maj to give him any kind of sign if he wants to give up, but instead he gets nothing of the sort. Oddly enough, he plants his hands against the back of Onikage’s arm and starts pushing as hard as he can. Tahal roars in anger and pain and he continues to push, finally his head pops out of the hold! Before Onikage can even respond to it, Maj locks in a headscissors around the masked man’s neck with sneer! CM: Alright! Maj got out of the hold and now it’s Onikage’s turn to suffer! CL: Gah, now they are actually making me want to compliment them on how good this is…I fucking hate you all… JH: Could this be it? Could Maj Tahal do what he claimed he would do and climb to the top of the mountain in one night?! Tahal flips off the crowd and gives them the up yours’ gesture, all the while keeping the Savior of Sorrow as snug as a bug in the headscissors. FIW’s senior official still gets no word of submission from the masked man as he starts rolling the two over. Quickly and furiously Maj shakes his head and tries to keep them on their side but sure enough, Onikage gets them flat. He kicks up off of the ground and impressively performs a head stands while in the hold, then he proceeds to flip right out of it. This time it is Maj who can’t react in time when the masked oddity drills him in the face with a running knee! CL: Fuck! That was a sweet lo-…I mean, fuck Onikage… JH: Dear lord! Maj Tahal’s head almost was punted off of his shoulders with that knee! CM: No! His beautiful face! Some body, quick! Get a plastic surgeon on the phone! Chip’s pleads are with good reason as a small trickle of blood runs down the side of Maj Tahal’s face from his nose, the main taker of the impact. Despite this, Maj scrambles up to his feet, looking like he’s possibly in a daze and charges at Onikage. He seems to be going for the Bhaia, but the masked oddity kicks him at the last second. This sends Tahal standing straight up, and open for Onikage to wrap his hand around his throat. To rapid applause from the fans he lifts Tahal up and connects with the xXx before going for the cover! JH: This very well could be it! We could have a new Grand Prix Champion right here, right now, live on television! CM: Crap in a flaming bag! [align=center]1![/align] CL: Which is the lesser of two evils, Onikage winning the Grand Prix or Maj winning it? JH: These two have been putting on one helluva show, I’d be proud to have either win it! [align=center]TW-KICK OUT![/align] CM: Yes! Oh glorious days yes! Maj kicked out! CL: Damn… Disbelief would be the word to describe the fans’ reaction when Maj kicks out right before the count of two. A bit of frustration is all it is for Onikage though and he scoops up Tahal’s lifeless body, bringing it back to its feet. He whips him across the ring and looks to go for perhaps another signature move of his. Instead when Maj returns he manages to connect with the Shakti and drives Onikage skull first down! The Panthera nearly leaps onto his opponent when he makes the cover! CM: Yes! Shakti! It’s all over now! CL: God I hope so… [align=center]1![/align] JH: One cover after another with these two, this action is going too fast to even call! CM: I can, Maj Tahal wins! Maj Tahal wi- [align=center]TW-KICK OUT![/align] CL: …You were saying? JH: Good lord! Both these men are hungry to win this match; both of them want it just so darn badly! For the second time in a few short moments disbelief is the perfect word to describe how the fans react to the kick out, and Maj Tahal as well. He scurries up to his feet and calls for the Shakti one more time, when Onikage starts to stir he races towards the ropes. In the blink of an eye he returns and hooks the masked oddity, only Onikage hooks him too! The Straight Edge Messiah lifts him up and delivers a thunderous Spinal Shock and then rolls Maj off of his knee, and goes for the cover! CL: Fuck, another cover?! JH: Oh my goodness! Spinal Shock! This could be it! [align=center]1![/align] CM: Shit! Not again! CL: Hopefully this is it, I’m getting annoyed with all these attempted falls. [align=center]2![/align] JH: We are in the home stretch folks! Just one more and Maj is defeated and the Grand Prix Champion is crowned! CM: No! It can’t end like this! Not him! [align=center]T-NO! FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE![/align] CL: And it doesn’t end with that, fuck… JH: These men are near super human to withstand all this punishment on each other and still keep coming back for more! In a daze, Maj Tahal sits up and drops his leg from the rope and scrambles up to his feet, his head bobbling all over the place. FIW’s masked oddity gets to his own feet too just as Tahal runs towards the ropes and springs off of them. When he comes back looking for the Bhaia, Onikage goes to kick him on the head again, but Maj avoids it! He rebounds off of the ropes behind the masked freak and connects with the Bhaia just as Onikage turns around! Maj hooks both legs and is shaking with such anticipation to try and get the win! CM: Yes! He finally hit it! The Bhaia! JH: Good grief, these two are wearing me out! [align=center]1![/align] CL: End, please for the love of fucking Wightraven, end! CM: Yay! Conse is finally on Red Cell’s side! [align=center]2![/align] JH: No, I just think if Conse has to watch any more of this he might put a bullet in his head. CL: Ex-fucking-actly! [align=center]TH-NO! KICK OUT![/align] CM: Aw, darn, he kicked out! CL: …*Whimpers* This time its Maj’s turn to be in disbelief instead of the fans, who cheer happily at the fact that their current favorite isn’t out of the match yet. He runs his hands over his sweaty and slightly limper than normal spiked hair before getting back up to his feet. Quickly he brings Onikage up to his feet as well and grabs his arm, going for the Lotus, though instead gets a knee to the mid-section for his trouble! The Savior of Sorrow puts Tahal into a standing headscissors and hooks both arms, lifting him up into the air! The masked man drives him spine first into his knee with the Flavor of the Day before going for the cover! JH: These two are going tit for tat with each other and just keeping one upping each other! CL: *Eye twitches* …Heh…you said tit… [align=center]1![/align] CM: I know Maj’s gone through a lot of punishment, but please God, don’t let him lose here! If you do I’ll…I’ll never stalk girls younger than me by half my age again! JH: Whoa there Chip, keep it to things you can actually make good on. [align=center]2![/align] CL: Yeah, really, we don’t need your God striking us down too because we were in the line of fire. CM: Right…so…I’ll be nicer to the babyfaces from now on? [align=center]THRE-NO! KICK OUT![/align] JH: Think smaller as I think that’s still stretching it a bit. CM: Who cares! Maj kicked out, I’m saved from having to make a stupid promise now! Finally anger starts to overwhelm Onikage as he slams his fist against the mat beside the two of them, not believing Maj still kicked out! Like lightning he gets up to his feet and stomps Maj on the head a few times and runs to the ropes. Gracefully he bounces off of them and barrels back towards Maj, leaping into the air. He drives all two hundred and fifty pounds of himself knee cap first onto Tahal’s skull with a jumping knee drop! As the Panthera clutches at his head, the masked oddity surprisingly heads towards the turnbuckle! CL: What the fucking hell? Onikage’s going aerial?! CM: No! Dear lord! He’ll squash Maj like he was a bug! JH: This just goes to show how important it is to these two men, how much they are willing to fight for it! Grabbing a hold of the top rope he steadily but very slowly starts his climb up to the top, it takes him a few moments to even get up onto the second buckle. Eventually he makes it up to the top and turns around to face his fallen foe. FIW’s Straight Edge Artist crouches and then leaps off in the still crouching position, looking for a double stomp! But he misses it, Tahal rolls out of the way leaving Onikage staggering in pain! Maj hurries up to his feet and kicks Onikage and then grabs him, with a bit of strain he lifts him up into the air and starts running, connecting with the Lotus! CM: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH~!!! JH: Maj Tahal just hit the Lotus Maj Tahal just hit the Lotus! And he’s going for the cover! [align=center]1![/align] CL: End, End, End, End, End, End, End, End! CM: I for once agree! This is it! [align=center]2![/align] JH: This has been incredible! These two went all out against each other after surviving four others! CL: If you want to be technical, three for Maj since Matt never messed with him. [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] CM: Yes! Yes! Hallelujah! JH: Maj Tahal has done it! Maj Tahal has won the big one! ”Spitfire” blares over the sound system as Maj Tahal sits up off of Onikage’s lifeless form on his knees, a smile of disbelief on his face. The Panthera actually starts laughing and crying at the same time in joy! General enters the ring and staggers over to his client, dropping down and the two embrace in a hug! Clarke walks over to the two and places the Grand Prix Championship over Maj’s shoulder and raises his arm in victory. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this match by pin fall and your NEW FIW Grand Prix Two Thousand and Six Champion…MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJ TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL~!!! Maj nods his head along with the announcement and his music as he clutches the belt in one hand and his head in the other, crying once again. Some of the fans are even applauding the Red Cell’s Panthera slightly, though the majority still hisses their jeers at him. Kumar raises Tahal’s other arm, the championship sparkling in his hand. JH: Maj Tahal has just cemented his status in FIW! CM: Whoo! Red Cell is unstoppable baby! JH: Though this means that Maj Tahal will face either Tier or Toan or some body else for the FIW Dual Crown Championship at a to be decided date too! Not only that, but it’ll be a Red Cell member that will referee Tier’s title defense at Nensai Senjou ’07 against whomever that may be! CL: Fucking wonderful, fuck Red Cell, fuck the General, and fuck that crybaby Maj Tahal…could be worse though I suppose, Onikage could’ve won…In either case, for Hitchen and that bitch Chip, I’m Conse. We’ll see you next week folks! You wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!
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