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| Crimson Shards | Jan 18 2007, 04:58 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 18 2007, 05:03 AM Post #2 |
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JH: Another action packed opener coming as we open up ReVolt. CL: Monolith isn’t going to let three noobs unsettle him. JH: Yeah, but Crackerjack and Wayne Don had a lot to say. CM: I don’t have a favorite and I’m quite hopeful the match ends quickly. The arena darkens as Keine Lust's opening guitar riff echoes, then bursts into song. The entrance to the song is met with strobe effect lights, flickering, and the words "Mr. FIW" flashing on the titantron. As the song erupts to life all but a single purple spotlight point at the entranceway. Suddenly, AZ emerges, as the fans boo loudly! MA: The following match is a fatal four way, with one fall to a finish, first being accompanied to the ring by Jake Holland, from Belfast, Northern Ireland ... weighing in at 238lbs ... Mr. FIW himself AAAAAAAAAAAAZZ!! The arena lights up again, with AZ standing ominously in the entranceway, and begins his slow ascent to the ring. Looking on distainfully, he makes his way to the ring apron, dismissing the fans and occasionally flipping the bird, and stands facing the crowd, arms raised in a victory position, listening to the boos, before entering the ring. CL: This guy actually seems quite, cool. JH: He’s arrogant and mean. CM: So Conse, but with style. The industrial drumbeat of “Kiddy Grinder” thumps through the bodies of the thousands in attendance as the lights flicker. The camera scans the arena frantically until a chorus of boos signals a move to the entranceway where Monolith is stood with his head bowed. Strobes continue to flicker as he raises his head and cracks his neck before stalking his way towards the ring. MA: And his opponent! Hailing from Des Moines, Iowa… MONOLIIIIIITHHHHHHHH!! Sliding into the ring, Monolith crawls to the corner and leans against the turnbuckle rocking slightly with an emotionless stare across his face as he awaits his opponent. JH: One of the most sinister people alive today. CL: Fuck yeah, legend right there. CM: No mental home patient right there. "Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine blares throughout the arena as Wayne Don comes down to the ring. MA: And his opponent! Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada… WAYYYYNNNNNEEEE DOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!! He slides in, and awaits the arrival of his opponent. CL: The big guy in the match. JH: No, he’s not. CM: Is with all that fat, god damn. Sun shine lollipops and rainbows everything is wonderful is what I feel when we're together! Brighter than a lucky penny when y*u hear the raindr*ps disap*ear* de*r and I fe*l so *ine just *o k*ow t**t yo* are mine! The slow opening of Blood, milk, and sky signals for the lights to slowly die down until there is nothing but a flashing strobelight facing the entrance. The siren sings a Lonely song of all the Wants and hungers of all the Wants and hungers After moments when the music starts to pick up, Crackerjack moves onto the stage slowly and stands at the stages’ edge right at the stairs. Looking down to the left, Crackerjack suddenly jerks his head to the right to get a full glance in that direction. Moving forward again slowly, Crackerjack makes his way down the three steps one at a time. MA: And the final competitor entered in the match, hailing from the Alleys of New York… CRRRACCCCCKKKKKKKERRJJJJJACCCCCKKKKKK!! Empty Winds scrape on the Soul - but never stop To realize - but never stop To realize In a sort of sideways fashion, Crackerjack walks down to the ring not removing his gaze from it. Of course, it’s hard to tell with the mask, but it’s safe to assume. Just as Crackerjack reaches up for the ropes, the entire arena goes black for maybe three seconds, five tops. When all lights are back on, Crackerjack stands in the middle of the ring staring back at the entranceway as the song has skipped the second verse and gone into the chorus, still standing in a half sideways manner. CL: Ok, damn, I like this guy already. JH: But he’s not a actual Heel. CM: Yeah, hr’s just big and mean looking. CL: EXACTLY. As the camera moves to see the ring, we see AZ looking out towards the crowd, Monolith staring sown Crackerjack as Crackerjack does the same back at Monolith, Wayne Don just warms up, making sure he’s ready for a fight, J.J. then calls for the bell, it sounds and the match begins. Crackerjack stares at Monolith, AZ turns around and looks towards Wayne Don who is still warming up, AZ then runs at Wayne as Crackerjack and Monolith move into a stare down, Wayne seeing AZ coming swings a hard right at AZ and connects sending AZ reeling as Wayne goes for one more before smacking him down and reeling back, he then turns and moves towards Monolith and Crackerjack, but is met by a double knife edge chop by the pair sending him reeling backwards as Crackerjack and Monolith then turn around, Crackerjack going for Wayne as Monolith goes for AZ. JH: Well that was strange. CL: Both big men obliterate Wayne Don, I loved it. JH: Well yeah, they didn’t hit one and another, hmmm. CM: Maybe they’re twins, like you Jonathon and My ass. Crackerjack really starts to unload on Wayne with some body punches, hitting the shit out of Wayne as he tries to block them, but Crackerjack’s height and weight being so overwhelming well that is till he hits him with a boot to the gut, not having much effect until he does so again and again before running at him and SLAMMING! Crackerjack’s head into the canvas with a mat slam, he then runs to the ropes, seeing Monolith who smacks AZ who turns to him, Wayne runs, leaps and dropkicks AZ as he delivers a Senton Splash to Crackerjack, AZ drops to the canvas as Wayne stands up and smirks. CL: Ha, all that landing on you, boom! JH: He’s not fat Conse. CM: Then damn, he’s got some floppy muscles. CL: Stop looking at his crotch you dirty bastard. Wayne watches as AZ rolls towards the apron and he turns to be met with some fierce strikes by Monolith, Monolith unloads all his right punches he can into Wayne’s face, he then Irish whips him, coming back Wayne’s met by a big knee to the gut causing him to double over. Monolith then grabs Wayne in a front chancery, grinning as he DRIVES him down into the canvas with a DDT, Wayne lands right on his head as he looks towards AZ who’s slowly getting to his feet, Monolith then charges at him, but AZ comes head first through the top and middle rope and makes Monolith reel backwards, doubling over, of course AZ then seems to be ready to springboard in but as he does, he’s caught and DRIVEN! Into the canvas by Crackerjack with a one arm forward pushing spinebuster that obliterates him on the spot, sending him rolling outside the ring as Crackerjack and Monolith look at one and another. JH: Huge power shown by Crackerjack there. CL: I believe AZ was murdered. JH: I can’t deny that because he was slammed into that canvas hard. CL: Like I did your girl last night? CM: He has one? Damn Jonathon, you re growing up so much. Monolith and Crackerjack really do watch one and another before out of nowhere Monolith goes for a big right punch, but Crackerjack catches it, he then boots Monolith hard in the gut, doubling him over before placing him between his legs and lifting him up for a Powerbomb, he then runs at the turnbuckle and SLAMS! Monolith into the corner with a HUGE Powerbomb, Monolith hits and drops to his ass in the corner. JH: HUGE Powerbomb into the corner! Crackerjack slowly walks towards Monolith, but he turns seeing something in the corner of his eye but it’s too late as from the top rope comes the big man Wayne Don and he Crashes! Into Crackerjack taking him down to the canvas with a HUGE flying lariat. Wayne stands up, looking really fucking pumped as he looks around, seeing Monolith in the corner, he then backs into the corner diagonal to the one Monolith’s in and runs at all the pace he can before cannonball right into Monolith, Monolith gets sandwiched into the corner as Wayne rolls out and stands again. CL: Jesus Christ! Cannonball or what, damn he killed Monolith. Wayne stands looking quite confident, but what he doesn’t see is AZ coming in the ring again, he turns Wayne around and smacks him right in the face with a right haymaker, then boots him in the gut before running to the ropes, as Wayne brings his head up he gets motored down with a big knee to the face from AZ, who slides across the ring watching Wayne slides out of the ring, turning around though he is met by Crackerjack, but also Monolith is up, AZ turns and ducks as Crackerjack goes for a big boot, it smacks and connects with Monolith taking him outside of the ring with Wayne. JH: Big boot there. CL: Crackerjack is getting too much offence, come on Monolith. CM: Is it over yet, I’m getting highly bored. Wayne and Monolith climb to there feet outside the ring and look at each other before going blow to blow, really striking he fuck out of each other, but they don’t notice AZ is trying to mount a come back with Crackerjack, hitting him in the face with some really hefty punches, he runs to the ropes but as he comes back Crackerjack grabs him by the throat, lifts and DRIVES! Him down with a sit-out chokeslam, Crackerjack then makes the cover… [align=center]ONE![/align] JH: They haven’t noticed. [align=center]TWO![/align] CM: Yes they have. [align=center]THREE!!![/align] CL: Too late, next match! …Crackerjack stands tall as he looks at Wayne and Monolith, both look irritated as JJ raises Crackerjack’s arm… MA: Your winner! Via Pinfall! CRRRACCCCCKKKKKKKERRJJJJJACCCCCKKKKKK!! …Monolith and Wayne make there way backstage as they are frustrated, Crackerjack just stand sin the ring as the camera cuts to the commentary desk. The view is shaky by any definition of the word. It is dark where we are, but not pitch black. We seem to be in one of the hallways, though that is not a certainty. Just ahead, a shard of light from an open doorway illuminates floating dust particles like the light through a window on a sunny day. We move stealthfully closer. Kailey's Voice: Remember that wig he wore when he was playing you? That was hilarious! Hearty female laughter sings along with a low male chuckle. We slowly manuever around the doorframe to peer into the light. Two bodies standing close, one's hand on the other's arm. Two faces turn in unision to face the new, smaller light from the camera. One set of eyes widen while another set narrows. 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| Crimson Shards | Jan 18 2007, 05:15 AM Post #3 |
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MA: The following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall, to a 15 minute time limit. [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: Introducing first, 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. MA: And his partner… Actually, his opponents; at a combined weight of Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds; the team of ‘Fierce’ Felix Arroyo, Steve ‘The Emo Kid’ Patterson…. HAAAAAAAARRRRRDCOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRE SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXX!!!! As the pounding beat of “Church of Hot Addiction” by Cobra Starship blares throughout the arena, the two members of HARDCORE SEX appear at the entryway. Lights of varying colors flash around them as they pose for a few brief moments. Steve is his usual sullen, silent self, staring intently at the ring, preparing himself mentally for the upcoming match, fists clenched, jaw tight. Felix, on the other hand, totally hams it up, blowing kisses to the crowd, pumping his arms and flexing his muscles. As the duo make their way to the ring, Steve walks forward with a determined pace, his breathing steadily increasing. Felix bounces like a kid with two much sugar, strutting to the music, pursing his lips and rubbing his nipples. As they arrive at the ring, Felix hops on to the apron and raises the ropes for Steve like a wrestler would do for his valet. Steve invariably ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Before getting into the ring, Felix jumps down to chat up a happy looking native with a sign that reads: [align=center]”Daisuke The Crow is Very Weak. He Cannot Handle Hardcore Sex!” Ding, Ding!![/align] The bell rings, leaving Graver, abandoned by his mentor, but still looking supremely confident under his mask, across from the Emo Kid, Steve Patterson, who looks like he wants to break down and cry. In an un characteristic display of energy, Graver starts off by running the ropes once, or twice, or maybe even three times. Slightly bemused, Patterson steps into his way and sends him flying with an Armdrag. Quickly back to his feet, Graver responds in kind. The exchange continues, with the two quickly losing patience with Armdrags and degenerating to Middle Kicks vs. Forearms. allowing us to take a look at ringside where Felix is still chatting up the fan with the sign. JH: I was under the impression this was a Tag Team match. Hell, it isn’t even a handicap match. CM: I don’t even know if I want that Felix in there. CL: You love it really, Martin. But you might have a point, Bitchen. As awesome as Graver is, I think he might have a problem when he’s being double teamed by Arroyo and Martin. CM: Patterson CL: Equally likely either way. Where is that bird brained bastard? Heh, there he is. Time for the Crow to make his entrance; hopping the barricade and cracking Fierce Felix over the head with his old wooden sword; which leaves him down for the moment. Yukimura, who obviously was the one with sign, peels off the tape with “Daisuke The Crow” written on to reveal the name of Chip Martin. CM: Hey!!! In the meantime, Graver who’s been kicking his little legs off, and getting nothing short of a headache for his troubles, decides to share it with Patterson. Ever the masochist, the Emo Kid sucks it up, and it degenerates from a strike war to just pure headbutts. Daisuke, content that Graver’s not messing up the match, has a little fun. Distracting the ref with loose bundle stack of Light-tubes in one corner; he starts throwing steel chairs into the ring towards Steve Patterson’s head. JH: I seem to remember Graver taking pains to point out that this was a normal match… Why all the weapons? CL: Eh, call it Mind Games. The ‘mind game’ continues now that Michaela Menendez has cleared out the light-tubes and turns around to see Graver and Patterson duelling chairs, or at least she would have done, had one of them not shattered in her hand as she passed it out to a ring attendant. Thankfully no blood CL: Says you… Was drawn, but it doesn’t hurt to check, and Daisuke makes the strange move of kicking Graver’s chair out of his hand. It makes a little more sense, when he bundles the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac into their corner, clutching his own head. Graver looks utterly mystified as he helps Daisuke - feigning serious injury – into their corner. Ref. Menendez, unhurt, has words for the Emo Kid. Not a disqualification, but if she sees another incident like that it might be. The purpose of all this? To Cross Check the Emo Kid out of the ring, which Graver does, and the icing on the cake… JH: Tope Con Hilo…!?!?!?!? CL: Marking for Graver? I knew you’d see the light eventually, Hitchen. However, all good tag teams should be ready to save the partner in trouble, especially if the partner in question is your heterosexual life partner. ‘Fierce’ Felix Arroyo is on hand to block Graver’s pretty flip with a chair. CM: Well, looks like they’ve got the Hardcore part of Hardcore Sex down pretty well. CL Looks… *Sighs* I hate you Martin. I can’t even enjoy taking piss when you make it so easy. Hardcore Sex manage to get Graver back into the ring quickly, and into their corner. Channelling the spirit of Terry Funk, Daisuke lobs a chair into the fray, just long enough for Graver to escape and make the tag, leaving the Crow going face to face with Felix Arroyo. Daisuke does as good a job hiding his distaste as Felix does hiding his glee. The two go to lock up, but Daisuke rolls out to one side. Another tie up, another roll away before they touch. The third time Daisuke tries it Felix rolls with him and… CM: Eww!!! What if he gets cooties? Tries to eat Daisuke’s face, in a disturbingly passionate embrace; at least from one of the two. Flustered, the referee starts the five count to break it. Felix apparently thinks he should be allowed to molest his opponents as much as he likes; the argument giving Daisuke enough time to give Felix a faceful… Of nothing…? JH, CL & CM: The Hell? JH:It seems as if he’s had the mist… sucked out of him…? CM: And turned pink? The commentators have not idea how or why Felix Arroyo just spat a huge pink cloud up into the air, not why Daisuke seems unable to spit any of his own, but it seems easy enough. Daisuke’s surprise is enough to take an Inverted Atomic Drop [although held slightly longer than is necessary,] then he eats Patterson’s Knee has he sprints off the ropes to give him a sort of running Coconut Crush. Felix hooks him up for a Suplex and as Daisuke goes over, he takes a Springboard Leg Lariat from Patterson to complete the train! JH: Smooth and fluid teamwork there. This Yokohama Crowd agrees. I think there are teams that could learn a lot, if they put aside their chicanery. *CoughcoughDaisukecoughGravercoughcough* CL: By Vishnu, Bitchen, is that supposed to be some sort of subtle hint? [align=center]One! Two!! Graver Makes The Save!!![/align] Patterson is the first to his feet [Graver’s rolling away from Felix doesn’t quite count,] and starts stomping away at the Minister of Awesomeosity, giving him a good kicking and a Flipping Legdrop [Oooh, goes the crowd], before bundling him out of the ring so he can rejoin Felix Arroyo, who has Daisuke set up for the dreaded Prostate Exam. Not Quite, Rolling Prawn Hold from Daisuke! [align=center]One! Two!! Patterson Kicks Daisuke in the Face!!![/align] CM: I think we can all agree, everyone dodged a bullet there. CL: We all know you’d have loved to be in his position there. Pin well and truly broken, , Daisuke groggily rolls to his feet and is met with a hanging front neck lock, the set up for the Nightingale. Before he drops it, Arroyo gets the pumphandle [and touchy-feely] for the Prostate Exam. I think Chip Martin’s call sums it up quite nicely: CM: Ouch… Ohh, Bye, Daisuke. Felix, hearing the cheers of the crowd [Damn Japanese, they applaud everyone,] embarks on a dance that would make Razor Ramon proud. No not Scott Hall; Hard Gay. Patterson, living the gimmick, jumps right up, up to the top turnbuckle and off spinning and somersaulting and getting the favour from earlier returned: Daisuke blocks with a chair, sending him rolling into a corner of the ringside area, crying in despair. JH: Chaos at Ringside! CL: Chaos in the Ring! Graver bringing a new dimension of Straight Edge Fuckamainia! CM: Dude, it’s just a… Rolling thing… JH: Senton Atomico? CM: That’s the one. The Senton Atomico was aimed at, and hit Felix Arroyo. Graver utterly flips with the middle fingers, pulling daft poses like he was the bastard child of Steve Austin and Son Goku. “DOUBLE DEUCE!!!” is the somewhat nonsensical call, but as he spins round, twice for effect, he utterly misses the High Kick, facing the wrong way, getting dry humped. CM: This guy enjoys that way too much. JH: Have you not been paying attention? He’s a… Woah, here comes the Fierce Bomb!!! Thwack! Daisuke makes the save, mid move, in the best way he knows how. Lightning High Kick to the back of the head sends them both rolling away! Dazed, Felix gets back to his feet stuck between Daisuke, showing Ninja LUV, and Graver who’s spazzing out once more with the Double Deuce. Double being the word, Double Rolling Lightning High Kicks!!! JH: Nice teamwork, but it’s followed up by what is undoubtedly the worst La Magistral I have ever had the misfortune of seeing from Graver. CL: But it’s that teamwork you were after, Daisuke joins with a Jack-knife pin. [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!! Ding Ding Ding!!![/align] MA: Here are your winners… TANAKA DAISUKE!!! And… GRAAAAAAAVEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!! Daisuke and Graver get up and bow to each other, before trying to escape from a teary Emo Kid, who has his hands on the Light-tubes from earlier, and is smashing them and throwing them at the winners. They look at each other and run like hell. Daisuke almost makes it away, but turns to check his protégé. Graver is involved in a duel for his life, wooden sword vs. Light-tubes. Daisuke sprints back, only to get caught in a waistlock by Felix Arroyo, and dry humped some more. Grabbing half a broken light-tube and extracting the powder, Daisuke blinds The Fierce One and carries on back to save Graver, being forced to block a Light-tube shot from Patterson on his bare arms, and dragging the Straight Edge Fuckamainiac out through the crowd. The camera cuts backstage from the action to one of the many hall ways in the Yokohama Arena. This particular hall way features one lone man walking down it in quite the hurry. If you were to look at him in passing, you may mistake him for a certain FIW wrestler. However, upon closer inspection it would become apparent that he is not that man. Among many other things, his attire and mask is mainly black and he is quite a bit shorter, and a whole lot more Mexican. Not even mentioning that he walks much more in a depressed manner than Xtreme Kitten ever would. He is of course the man that’s been seen a few times now on FIW television, Gatito Negro. A man that looks especially miserable today for whatever reason that may be. While he is turning the corner a locker room door on the other side of said corner opens, a pair of hands launch out. Before Gatito Negro is even able to react he’s caught by the hands that slowly dragged closer to the dark door way. He tries to struggle and break free, even making vain attempts at screaming, in hopes some body hears him. However the one hand takes care of that by covering his mask’s mouth area. ???????: Why hello said the Spider to the Fly… Gatito Negro’s eyes grow a bit larger and he looks over his shoulder at the head dipping out from the darkness. The familiar long black and multi-colored hair and hideous leather mask stare down at it’s captive and simply get two muffled words from Negro. GN: …Mof Snit… A slight hint of pearl white appears behind the mask, perhaps Onikage is actually smiling at the man that aided in the assault on him last week. Onikage: Yes, I believe that is a fitting expression for what I have in mind for you, my friend… Gatito Negro tries to grab a hold of the sides of the door way but it is no use as Onikage drags him into the room, the door closing behind him as we cut back to ringside… |
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CL: Now it’s time for the second to last nail in Red Cell’s coffin. JH: My stomach is turning slightly at the thought of how gruesome this could get. CM: Conse, why did you pronounce Revolution like Red Cell in that sentence? After all, Revolution’s final two nails are dangling over it. CL: Because fuck wit, I meant Red Cell. CM: Now that’s just silly, Red Cell is going strong. JH: I personally find Revolution to be the lesser of the two evils… MA: The following contest is the scheduled semi-main event of this edition of ReVolt. It is set for a thirty minute time limit and will be under solid tables elimination rules! Your official for this contest is none other than Logan Black! CM: That’s because you can’t see their utter greatness Bitchen. JH: That’s true, I don’t think they are exactly gr- CL: With good reason too! They are just a bunch of fucking morons who are elitists and don’t even seem to understand their own goal! JH: It does seem like some of them are confused with what their faction is about…even after Toan’s said it quite a few times. CM: Shut up Bitchen. CL: Stop calling him Bitchen, dip shit, that’s gimmick infringement. Almost as blatant as Toan trying to be Tier with his little Red Cell peanut gallery. The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… [align=center]YEAAAA![/align] Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung... [align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align] Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. JH: Here’s the wild card in this whole thing, the Evolution of Evil and ever demented Prime. CL: I was starting to enjoy him too before he went and got saddled with the losers he calls team mates. Then again, he doesn’t seem to have plans to stick around them any ways. CM: If he knows what’s good for him and the rest of FIW he’ll join up with Red Cell and apologize profusely to Momoko. MA: Introducing first…He hails from San Diego, California and weighs in tonight at three hundred and ten pounds, and stands at six feet and six inches…HE! IS! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!! JH: While Prime’s methods haven’t gained him victory every week, he’s certainly made a impression as of late. CL: Just a big idiot with too much juice in his body. CM: Juice? What kind? Apple or grape or orange o- The Red Cell logo appears on the big screen to a massive collection of jeers as “The Hunt” by Sepultura starts to pound out of the PA system… [align=center] [/align]Dazzles of red lasers spray around the arena as the lights fade revealing the silhouettes of members of Red Cell from behind the entrance curtain as the beat of the music starts to pick up… From behind the curtain the members of Red Cell come out decked in their colours of black shirts and night camouflage. [align=center]“We went into town on the Wednesday night Searching all the places that you hang about Were looking for you In the back street cellar and the drinking clubs In the discotheques and the gaming pubs Were looking for you You will pay the price for my own sweet brother And for what he has become And a hundred other boys and girls And all that you have done!”[/align] Matt Impact and Kiyoshi Nakahata walk out infront, pushing their way threw the baying fans… The Red Cell mastermind, LOBO Malvado, walks behind with that sinister sneer on his face which passes across to the fans that get on his case… The figurehead of Red Cell, Toan walks behind him along with Momoko Wakari armed with her trademark Stop Sign, sickle and staple gun trailing not far behind… Right at the back, Mijutso Tenako, the Red Cell gofer, with a jovial smile on his face despite the fan’s not so warm reception for the faction he is part of holds up one of his many hand-painted signs in his collection which reads; "U R now entering the Kingdom Of Pain" [align=center]“We picked up the trail at the seven crowns One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds We followed him Just a silhouette figure up market pass Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass We followed him Over the bridge by the old canal Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall He stopped to light up a cigarette And we dived into a doorway. No police, no summons, no courts of law… No! No! No! No! No proper procedure, no rules of war No! No! No! No! No mitigating circumstance No! No! No! No! No lawyers fees, no second chance No! No! No! No!”[/align] Impact and Kiyoshi get to the end of the aisle before splitting off and standing guard on either side of the aisle, allowing LOBO to climb into the ring and bad mouth/sneer at the crowd baying for their blood… Toan and Momoko follow soon after along with Mijutso who nearly crotch himself on the middle rope trying to get his hand-painted signs in. [align=center]“There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat There are old folk battered in the open street In this city of ours There are eyes that see but say nothing at all There are ears that hear but they dont recall In this city of ours So we followed your man back to your front door And were waiting for you outside ’cos not everybody here is scared of you Not everybody passes on the other side! No police, no summons, no courts of law… No! No! No! No! No proper procedure, no rules of war No! No! No! No! No mitigating circumstance No! No! No! No! No lawyers fees, no second chance No! No! No! No!”[/align] Toan stands proudly in the centre of the ring and removes his shades, looking out with a contemptuous glare at the fans as Impact and Kiyoshi climb into the ring with Kiyoshi sitting on his team’s corner, crossing his arms as Mijutso proudly holds up a sign reading; “Hey, Conse! VAGINA!!” [align=center]“And we could spent our whole lives waiting For some thunderbolt to come And we could spent our whole lives waiting For some justice to be done… Unless we make our own!”[/align] LOBO exits the ring as all the rest of the faction remain inside as Mijutso politely takes the house microphone off Michael Anderson for Red Cell’s personal introductions… CL: Stupid little Japanese bastard… CM: God I love that entrance. JH: Looks like Red Cell is coming out in full force tonight and are ready for the bed they’ve made for themselves… Mijutso: And introducing the rest of the Hulk’s team mates…They represent Red Cell…He is the Red Cell Dual Crown Champion and future super star…KIIIIIIIYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSHI NAKAHHHHHHHAAAAATAAAAAA~!!! …And his fellow reigning FIW Tag Team Champion of the World…MMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT IIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMPAAAAAAAAAACT~!!! …Also representing Red Cell is the future FIW Dual Crown Champion and future FIW Flycore Champion who’s also my honey bunny…ahem…THEY! ARE! TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAANNNNNNNN~!!! AND~! MMMMMMOOOOOOMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOKOOOOOOOOOOO WAAAAKAAAAARRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~!!! CM: Bow before them people! Bow before them! CL: Luckily the Japanese crowd have enough sense to not do that. JH: I’m actually surprised, with Red Cell being out here, we don’t have that smelly and disgusting pig by our si- SS: What smelly and disgusting pig do you speak of, Hitchen? The house lights drop suddenly to blackness, prompting the crowd's excitement. [align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..." RISE![/align] Mushroomhead's "Damage Done" squeals and thunders across the sound system as flames ignate onstage to form a formidable wall. Through those flames step the Revolution; Xanthius and Extreme Ninja #2, Elrick and Nightmare, Grant Rice. [align=center]Get the hammers high! Get in line to get fucked up! Get the hammers high! Get fucked up![/align] Tier nods his head to the music and moves toward the ring, the rest of the Revolution training behind him. He approaches the ring proper and climbs up onto the apron, the rest following in their own fashion. The lights suddenly BURN red as the squeals return. MA: Ladies and gentlemen! At a combined weight of one thousand and two hundred sixty seven pounds... XAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNTHIUSSSSSSS, EXTREME NIIIIINNNNNNJA NUMBER TWO, NNNNNNNIIIGHTMARE, GRRRRRRRAAAANNNT RIIIICE, ELLLLLLRRRRRRRRRICK... THE! RRRRREEEEEVOOOOOOLUUUUUUUUUUUSHUUUUUUUUUUNNNNN!!! The members of the Revolution all assemble in the ring. They each move to a turnbuckle and raise high their "R" hand sign, prompting mighty cheers. [align=center]GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! DON'T DOUBT THE HATE THAT'S INSIDE OF MY HEART! GONNA BREAK HUMANITY JUST IN SPITE OF ME! GAZE INTO MY EYES AND YOU'LL FIIIIIIIIIIIND!!![/align] The music fades out and the lights return to normal, the fans at a fevered pitch. SS: Like lambs to a slaughter my friends, lambs to a slaughter. CL: More like there’s the winning team. CM: No, I think Smarty was right the first time. JH: I shudder to think what we are about to witness folks… [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Like race track horses when the gun goes off, the two teams stampede across the ring at each other, except for one man. Toan dives and goes between the ropes and rushes around ringside, making his way over to LOBO Malvado. “Chicken shit” chants butchering the words break around the first few front rows in Toan’s direction. The Hardcore Jesus simply smirks out at them smugly and gives the Japanese fans a look at a birdie of the finger kind. Inside the ring Xanthius and Prime collide with one another in a double attempt at a jumping shoulder block. Both big men stagger backwards when they land and barrel at one another once more. Prime goes for a lariat that Revolution’s leader in this match ducks under and Xanthius spins around. He looks for a lariat of his very own only to get a finger driven into his eye from the Evolution of Evil! Momoko starts her charge towards Ninja but stops in mid-run when she notices Toan dive from the ring. She looks towards her mentor in confusion and takes too much time with her eyes off of her target. Extreme Ninja #2 nearly spears Momoko in a flying tackle manner and sends the two of them straight through the ropes! They tumble about ringside in a ball of tangled limbs, the two throwing punches at one another none the less as they tumble! The Prince of Pain starts to head towards Kiyoshi who prepares for him but at the last second he opts out of facing the Fighting Spirit Champion. Nakahata not bothering with why looks around the ring, spotting one lone Revolution member, Elrick. Just as he does, Elrick spots the double champion and the two stare each other down. Kiyoshi is the first one to act, rushing towards Elrick only to have the Career Killer lift him up for a flap jack! The reason behind Nightmare turning his attention away from Kiyoshi is the signal he gets from Grant and the point towards Impact. Revolution’s undefeated duo swarm Matt before he even figures out what is going on. Nightmare drills Impact with the Second Bullet lariat, which sends him staggering right into Grant’s range. Who almost takes his head off with the UZI yakuza kick, leaving Matt dropping to the mat like a sack of potatoes! CM: There is just too much action to call! SS: That’s because it’s currently a clusterfuck of a match, give it a few eliminations and it should calm down. JH: Toan showing his true colors as he ducks out of the ring and allows his team mates to handle the blunt of the abuse. CL: Who cares about his old prune eating ass?! Revolution is kicking ass for the most part! CM: Hey! Toan doesn’t eat prunes nor does he drink the juice from them! CL: Course you would know, Red Cell’s avid mark. SS: It’s so cute when you see a tool like you Conse try to use wrestling slang. JH: It certainly isn’t entirely in Revolution’s favor, Prime went for a cheap shot on Xanthius! Using the mentioned cheap shot, Prime clubs Xanthius repeatedly over the back with his massive arms. Perhaps growing bored with such a thing he scoops his fellow big man up onto his shoulder like he were nothing. Prime runs right into the corner and launches Xanthius face first into it, face connects with turnbuckle. As he stumbles out of the corner Prime scoops him back up and right into a bear hug, wrenching back on it. The Pink Haired Demon manages to roll Ninja onto his back only for the Flycore Champion to push her off of him with his feet pressed against her. With this bit of time the second Extreme Ninja gets to his feet, Momoko not far behind him. She tries to once again pounce on the slightly bigger foe, only to get smacked in the face! His weapon of choice being one of the near by solid wood tables, that sends Momoko stumbling towards the entrance way. As he is coming down on the flap jack Kiyoshi looks to be in a tight spot, as his neck is about to meet the top rope in a harsh date. But using that brain under the white locks Nakahata plants his forearms in front of him, using them to take the blunt. He actually works out into sling shooting his body back onto a vertical base by the ropes to Elrick’s surprise. Further more, he tries to behead Elrick with his very own lariat, sending the Revolution member falling hard to the mat! Matt Impact stares up at the lights while Grant Rice and Nightmare discuss amongst themselves what to do with the FIW Tag Team Champion. After a few moments Nightmare and Rice nod their heads and break from their quasi-huddle. Nightmare slips under the ropes and exits the ring as Rice stomps Impact a few times. He drops down to one knee and starts hammering away relentlessly on the bigger man, trying to keep him at bay. JH: Nightmare and Grant might just be going for a elimination already! CM: Toan needs to get back in there and save Matt! CL: What? You actually expect him to risk his own hid for one of his team mates? Ha, that’s rich. SS: Almost as rich as me! CL: …The more you are around, the more I lose faith in all of society as we know it. SS: Don’t lie Conse, I know you mark for me almost as much as you do for blood. JH: I think that’s heavily stretching the reality of how he feels about you… CM: Who’s Mark and why does Conse have him? Logan tries to tell Prime that submissions don’t count in this sort of contest but the big man just keeps wrenching back on the bear hug. Scarily he is tossing Xanthius around in his arms like he was some thing in the nature of a cruiserweight. Xanthius hisses and groans in agony, his brain trying to process a way out of this hold. Slowly he tries to reach for the turnbuckle for whatever reason as Prime continues to try and snap his spine. Quickly Ninja follows after Wakari who is now on all fours and crawling towards the entrance way, gasping in pain. Ever so slightly she looks over her shoulder when she hears the scraping of the table he is dragging along the floor. Similar to a donkey she rears back one of her legs and manages to hit a home run. Though silently, Extreme Ninja #2 writhes in pain, dropping the table and falling to his knees, clutching his groin. Kiyoshi Nakahata calms his nerves a bit after that near attempt at his throat caving in and starts to bend over to retrieve Elrick. Only the Revolution member swings his body around in an almost break dance manner, hitting a leg sweep kick. FIW’s Fighting Spirit Champion face plants onto the canvas and Elrick floats over on top of him. Mockingly he unloads a few open hand slaps across the back of Nakahata’s head as he tries to escape, only to carry Elrick on his back with him. Nightmare is too busy eyeing which table to use to notice LOBO and Toan slinking their way around the ringside area towards him. Malvado pulls out a light tube from seemingly nowhere in his clothes and handing it to Toan. The duo nearly jumps in shock when Nightmare turns, table in hand and slides into the ring. Red Cell’s leader watches closely from the ringside area as Nightmare starts to set up the table and Grant continues to pound on Matt. CL: Come on guys, teach these pussies a lesson on what true hardcore is! SS: Your blind hope is laughable, Barney the Dinosaur is just lucky Toan didn’t decide to take his head off with that light tube. JH: Light tubes have no place in a wrestling match! Then again, neither do tables for that matter! CM: Stop being such a big baby Hitchen. JH: But wrestling is a sport, it’s built upon principals and rules! Without rules and laws to keep us in line we have anarchy! SS: Wrestling hasn’t been a sport since the fifties. CL: Shut your mouth fat boy. CM: Yeah, Smarty’s right, fights aren’t sports! They’re better than sports! The tips of his fingers barely touch the fabric covering the turnbuckle as he howls in despair. FIW’s deranged monster grows bored with simply having the bear hug hold applied, he charges towards the corner. Again and again he rams the back of Xanthius straight into the steel and thin layer of fabric. Barely noticeable, but a small smile starts to creep over Xanthius’ features as Prime pulls him out of the corner, still in the bear hug. Confidence starts to take over Momoko’s mannerisms when she gets to her feet and snatches a cup of some type of liquid from a near by fan on the entrance way side. She slams it right into the masked face of her mute opponent, the cup exploding upon impact. What appears to be soda splatters all over the two of them and she simply laughs devilishly. Her right hand grasping the table and her left hand grasping Ninja as she tries to drag both up the entrance way. A few rumbles of laughter break out amongst the Japanese fans as Nakahata frantically crawls along the canvas to get away from Elrick. Except that the Career Killer proudly with a smirk sits on top of Kiyoshi’s back, riding him like an animal. Once the laughter makes it to Nakahata’s ears he stops and looks around, spotting nothing funny. Slowly he looks up to see the face of a smirking Elrick who waves at him before Kiyoshi shuffles out from under him! With Nightmare busy getting the table up, Grant Rice gets to his feet and drags Matt over to the turnbuckle, climbing up it first and pulling the bigger man along. It takes quite a bit of effort but Rice manages to get Impact up to his feet and up onto the first buckle. After a few moments he’s up to the second one and Grant Rice hooks both of his arms. Grant flies through the air and drives Impact skull first through the table with C4 as in mid-air Nightmare grabs Impact’s feet and spikes the maneuver! SS: God damn overly complex double team moves! CL: Ha! One Red Cell member is out of here! JH: Oh my! I think Matt’s neck bent at an odd angle! CM: Impact?! Nooooo! MA: Matt Impact is…ELIMINATED~!!! SS: Stupid cheap pop first elimination… CL: Revolution is going to fucking ass rape Red Cell in this match! JH: …Charming Conse, real charming… CM: Gargh! That visual won’t leave my mind now! Why Xanthius would be smiling, even just a bit, becomes apparent when he raises his right hand over Prime’s massive frame. Swiftly the steel spike drives into the big man’s forehead and gets a roar of agony from him. Xanthius pulls the steel object away and Prime’s head squirts out blood like a fountain. Viciously he starts driving it into Prime’s forehead, over and over, that precious crimson liquid running down his face and squirting out still! A challenge presents itself in the form of the steps to Wakari, who repositions herself and attempts to toss the table up to the top of them. While not the most pretty of throws, it gets the job done and gets the table up onto the stage. Now she grabs Extreme Ninja #2 with both hands and slowly makes her way up the steps with him. In mid-step on the final step Ninja brushes her off and connects with a jumping roundhouse kick, sending her falling down onto the stage! Elrick drops down to his knees, when Kiyoshi manages to finally get him off of him, and quickly gets to his feet when Nakahata does. With a slight blush to his cheeks, Kiyoshi bolts towards his American counter part and Elrick sees it coming, throwing his arm out. An arm that Nakahata ducks under and hooks as he drives the Career Killer down to the mat with Space Tornado Kiyoshi, otherwise known as an STO! The Japanese fans applaud and even cheer Kiyoshi on a bit while Elrick flips from the sheer force of the move! Grant and Nightmare are not given a whole lot of time to celebrate their elimination as LOBO Malvado jumps up onto the apron and cracks Rice over the head with a light tube! The Prince of Pain reaches out for Malvado only to find his legs taken out from under him, pulling him out of the ring. He comes face to face with the leader of Red Cell who cracks a light tube over his head as well! Once again a butchered chant of “Chicken shit” rings out at Toan who scoffs and shouts back “Learn proper English bakas!” getting hiss like jeers for his words. CM: Alright! Red Cell is proving why they are the dominant force once again! Well…except for Prime, but he’s not Red Cell technically, so ny- CL: BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! You can’t spell love without that lo that’s in BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! SS: H-hey newbs…Ninja and Momoko are getting kind of close to us… JH: Is that fear I hear in your voice, Smarty? SS: What?! Of course not! Frag! I can handle wrestlers getting close to us! I mean, I pwn kids in worse situations on X-Box live all day some times! CL: Stab that mother fucker dry Xanthius! CM: If they come over here you guys better not tell me to get out of the way as you’ll be talking to yourselves. JH: Ah, ever the brave one, aren’t you Chip? Little by little Prime’s grip on Xanthius’ mid-section weakens with each stab to his skull and every drop of blood he loses. Prime’s forehead resembles hamburger more than an actual forehead by this point. Only a few pieces of skin dangle in a vain attempt to stay over the blood and tissue. Sensing the end for this bear hug hold Xanthius stops stabbing and head butts Prime, causing a bit of blood to stain his own forehead as Prime staggers back! In a scramble Extreme Ninja #2 gets back up to his feet and marches up the remaining steps to the stage. He ignores Momoko Wakari and instead turns his focus on the table, picking it up and dragging it over to the side of the stage. Carefully he puts it at an angle and places one of the top leg’s on the stage’s design and the bottom ones slightly on the ground. After a few trials and errors, and it nearly falling off the stage he manages to get it up at a leaning angle. The Judo Sensei hops out of the ring and peaks under the apron, looking for some thing perhaps to use to further inflict a hurting on Elrick. Chairs and trash can lids, and various other tools of the hardcore trade fly through the air and into the ring. As they do so, Elrick starts to show signs of life, reaching out for the ropes with a shaking hand. Nakahata’s head pops back up from under the ring with an odd choice in his weapon; it seems to be a toy sword made in a similar manner to that of Excalibur. Malvado hops off of the apron and by Toan’s commands pulls a table towards Nightmare’s lifeless body and his boss. The two together bring it up onto its up right position with a heave before patting each other on the back. Neither notices Nightmare pulling his body back up to a vertical base via the apron behind the two of them. Nor do they manage to realize Nightmare grabs a trash can lid that fell into the ring near by. JH: This is breaking down into utter chaos! SS: It’s great, but Kiyoshi and Toan need to stay on their respected Revolution jobbers. CL: Hopefully it’s that fucking stupidity that allows Revolution to make a clean sweep, Ninja and Xanthius are already helping that become a reality. CM: Like hell if Red Cell is going down that easily! JH: Looks like Elrick is starting to stir and Nightmare is already back up! SS: This kind of match is best suited for Nightmare, it helps hide his lack of selling and work rate. CL: Least he knows how to throw a credible stiff punch, unlike Kiyoshi. Which is sad since Nakahata is from the land of Strong Style. CM: Selling? Work rate? Stiff? Brain…can…not…compute… Xanthius follows after the bigger man and claps his arms together, delivering a double ear drum strike to the Evolution of Evil. This causes the former FIW champ to stagger and stumble until he walks right into another stab from the steel spike. Blood shoots out of the remains of his forehead like a firework before Xanthius pulls him near. He impressively scoops up the big man and shakes him around a few times, before spiking him down with It Breaks A Spine! Just as the second Extreme Ninja goes to turn around he finds a small hand wrapping itself around his head and ramming his head into the table. Wakari does this a few more times until tragedy strikes in the form of the table dropping off the stage. Amazingly it doesn’t break and manages to land on its feet, which makes Momoko try to toss Ninja off stage after it. Though the Flycore Champion grabs a hold of the set design to stop his fall and elbows Momoko in the mid-section, breaking her hold on his masked skull. Weakly and on spaghetti legs Elrick brings his body back up to a vertical base just in time to see Kiyoshi slide into the ring. The Career Killer notices the weapon in Nakahata’s hands and grows a bit worried, but Kiyoshi motions to the weapons in the ring. He seems to be allowing Elrick to pick a weapon of his own to defend his body from the potential harm the toy sword may cause. A bit leery of the whole situation, the Revolution member takes his eyes off of the Red Cell member and looks around. Red Cell’s Garbage Wrestling Messiah and Super Brain turn around and get a face full of trash can lid for each of them. Showing off some quasi-martial arts style moves, Nightmare whacks both men silly with a trash can lid in each hand. When he’s got them on the ropes he rears back and whacks both on the side of their heads. The force of the blows sends the two to the side and their skulls colliding, sandwiched between the trash can lids! CL: Ha, you silly Red Cell bastards can’t even match the might of Revolution! SS: I wouldn’t get too overly confident in your group of misfit toys just yet. JH: Erk…I think I’m going to be sick from all this…hardcore wrestling… CM: Yeah, it’s not over until it’s over Conse! CL: It was over, it is over, and it’ll be forever over as I said it is over, so shove it. CM: I will not shove whatever it may be unless it’s you, jerk face! JH: Guys…please, try and act professional… SS: Since when are any of you three professional in how you act? Prime out of commission for the moment, Xanthius turns his sights else where in the ring and they fall upon Kiyoshi Nakahata. Quickly he storms across the ring as Elrick looks for a weapon to use, and starts stabbing Nakahata’s head with the steel spike! Kiyoshi’s eyes widen and he tries to turn around and whack Xanthius with his sword. But the bigger man’s stabbed too many times already, crimson starts to stain Nakahata’s white locks! Wakari gasps and coughs from the elbow, clutching her mid-section and dropping down to her knees, Ninja knees her right in the kisser! Extreme Ninja #2 clutches at his own head, shaking the cobwebs free of it as he staggers a bit away from Momoko. He sees him coming a mile away, yet Mijutso still runs right at Ninja, making a battle cry. Valiantly he swings his sign about to defend his lover, but Ninja merely bends over and sends Tenaka flying with a backdrop! Nightmare drops the trash can lids and grabs a hold of LOBO by the back of his shirt, dumping him over the barricade and into the front row! Without a second thought on Malvado, he turns his attention to the still dazed Toan. He picks him up and brings him up to his feet, tossing him up onto the solid wood table. Carefully he climbs up onto the potentially deadly weapon along side the Hardcore Jesus. SS: See? Revolution could take a page out of Mijutso’s book on how to sell bumps. CL: Yes! Woo! MORE blood! These are happy days! CM: The Fonz? JH: Eeeeeeeeeh no, I don’t think so Chip. CM: Boy Happy Days was a great television show. JH: I’ve only seen a few reruns. SS: You would’ve loved it Hitchen. CL: Um…hello…guys? We have a fucking wrestling match to call here! Franticly Kiyoshi swings and slashes his toy sword at his opposing wrestler, trying his best to fight through the pain of having blood squirting out of his head. Xanthius is being kept relatively at bay by the shots until Elrick makes his presence known again. His weapon of choice, the kendo stick, and whips over Nakahata’s back and disarms him. Kiyoshi winces and groans out in agony, dropping to his knees and dropping his own piece of defense. Extreme Ninja #2 stands up straight and continues walking back while Mijutso writhes in pain on the stage, clutching and clawing at his own back. Before FIW’s Flycore Champion can get much further though a blur tackles him to the ground. The blur being Momoko Wakari, who looks like a woman possessed with some thing very unholy. Ruthlessly she slams his skull into the stage floor, cursing in Japanese as loudly as she can at him. Grant slowly starts to stir from his sitting place in the corner as Nightmare gets up to his feet on the table, bringing Toan up to his own. The Cataclysm looks all set to go when LOBO pops back up from over the barricade and smashes another light tube over Nightmare’s back! Before the big guy can figure out what happened Toan grabs and locks him in a front face lock. Red Cell’s leader drives Nightmare viciously through the table with an Amen DDT! CM: Yes! LOBO saved the day! CL: God damn that dirty little hobbit! SS: Once again it is proven that intelligence over powers brute force any day of the week! JH: Gah! Yet another one of those disgusting light tube shots! MA: Nightmare has been ELIMINATED~!!! CM: Back to an even number, just the way Red Cell likes it, fair playing field. JH: That is perhaps the best joke of this year so far. SS: What? It’s the truth; there are rules and Red Cell follows those rules! CL: Yeah, and I can fart out Ghost and Ed on command. |
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| Crimson Shards | Jan 18 2007, 05:24 AM Post #5 |
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Elrick and Xanthius discuss between each other what they should do, the two duck out of the ring and walk over to the barricade. They each pick up a table and with a bit of maneuvering, manage to get them into the ring. Xanthius sets his up right in the center of the ring and Elrick sets his up in the corner. Red Cell’s Dual Crown Champion starts to show signs of life as he crawls along the mat. Wakari stops slamming his skull into the stage for a moment to dig in and bite down on the Ninja’s head. This results in his arms flailing about and trying to get her off of him as she continues to bite him. His hands find their way around her pink locks and own skull, tightening their hold and yanking her off of him. Surprisingly his mask doesn’t rip as she tumbles off of him and he tries to take a second to recover. Toan poses over the broken frame of Nightmare to hiss like jeers from the fans, a smug grin on his face as LOBO weakly applauds his boss, still a bit out of it. Suddenly the jeers turn to cheers and applause, much to Toan’s puzzlement. He looks around and sees nothing that could trigger such a reaction, and even looks down at Nightmare. Casually he turns around and gets hit like a ton of bricks by Rice’s missile dropkick off of the top turnbuckle! JH: Grant Rice just came off the turnbuckle and connected with a missile dropkick to Toan’s chest on the outside! SS: What is with Grant and hitting all these high spots? I thought he was supposed to be the more work rate technical wrestler type. CL: He can hit the high spots and do the work rate thing. CM: Ow-ow-ow-OUCH~!!! Poor Toan! Revolution’s two members talk to each other and seemingly decide upon some thing as Xanthius starts to head towards the ropes on the side where Grant and Toan are. Mean while Elrick grabs a handful of the blood stained white locks and throws Kiyoshi against his leaning table. The Career Killer races to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and bounces off of them, charging back towards Nakahata. He leaps into the air only for Kiyoshi to get up off of the table and in mid-air snatch him, throwing him head first into the table with the uranage! But Elrick’s neck twists and gives, the table doesn’t break as Elrick and Kiyoshi fall into a pile! Dazedly Momoko tries to find her bearings and slowly gets up to her feet, clutching her skull and grumbling under her breath. She doesn’t even notice until it is too late that Extreme Ninja #2 is already up and barreling right towards her. The second generation Extreme Ninja jumps into the air, soaring through it and tackling Momoko off of the stage! Their bodies fly through the air and Momoko tries to reposition them, attempting some thing futile in Ninja breaking her fall. Though she does manage to tilt the two and they both fall through the solid wood table skull first from several feet in the air! Desperately Grant gropes at the apron and the barricade, and any thing else he can to get to his feet before Toan can. The veteran isn’t too far behind him before he stomps Toan right on the skull, sending him back down. FIW’s potential Dual Crown Champion crawls along the ringside floor in agony, possibly trying to create some distance. Luckily for the Hardcore Jesus, Prime slips out of the ring and chucks Rice from behind right into the turnbuckle! CL: FULLY FUCKING SICK~!!! Ninja and Momoko might be fucking dead! SS: Not to mention that idiot Elrick might’ve just botched that table spot and broke his fucking neck! MA: Momoko Wakari and Extreme Ninja #2 are ELIMINATED~!!! CM: Ha! Prime saved Toan! JH: Once again we find Red Cell and Revolution at a stalemate, and the wild card is making it’s presence known once again! Xanthius turns around when he hears the groans and cries of pain from one Elrick, and finds Kiyoshi and Elrick in a dog pile. Before he can get to the two a hand reaches out and sweeps his feet right out from under him. The hand belongs to Toan who grins delightfully and quickly turns to fright when Xanthius glares back at him. Red Cell’s leader runs as fast as he can in his current state as Xanthius slides out of the ring and chases after him. Prime growls and wipes some of his own blood out of his eyes and marches over to Grant’s dazed body, scooping it up. He slams Grant’s cranium into the steel ring post once again and goes to punch Rice’s skull. Only the smaller man ducks out of the way and the Evolution of Evil punches nothing but steel! Screams of curses and pain boom out of Prime’s vocal chords as he shakes his hand and Grant tries to recover near by. From under Elrick two hands pop out and push the Revolution member’s half dead body off of it, allowing a big gasp of air from Nakahata. After taking a momentary breather he rolls over onto Elrick and slips his arms around his neck, locking in a sleeper. Tentatively he brings the Career Killer up to his feet with the sleeper in tact. In the blink of an eye the Fighting Spirit Champion wrenches back on it and lifts Elrick into the air, hitting a reverse powerslam into the table that still doesn’t break! SS: Blinded by the gold, stumble into a yawning chasm of Infinite Whiteness~!!! CL: …What the fuck? CM: That is a pretty long name. JH: Why not just call it the White Hole Slam? SS: Sure, if you want to be lazy about it. CL: I fucking do, I refuse to call it that fucking ridiculous name. CM: I like the longer version better. JH: In either case that White Hole Slam didn’t break the table either! The Japanese fans cheer Xanthius on as he runs after Toan who runs for all that is dear to him, in other words, his life. They go fully around the ringside area once and half way around it again Toan stops dead in his tracks. He shoves Timmy the time keeper off of his seat and folds up the steel chair with a smirk. Xanthius stops in time to get the steel chair thrown at him by Toan, only he simply deflects it by batting it away, Toan just glares at Xanthius and says “Fuck you”. With a big red target on it, Rice grabs Prime’s hurt hand and slams it right into the steel steps with all the force he can muster! FIW’s deranged monster howls and gets even a bit teary eyed as he throws a forearm that sends Grant stumbling backwards. One of the front row fans hand Grant a steel chair over the barricade to a grin from Rice. Like a baseball player he swings for the fences, in this case Prime’s hand, the big man narrowly avoids his hand getting hit! Elrick clutches the back of his neck and kicks his feet, in utter agony as he uses his forearm to push his body up onto its knees. Nakahata looks over at the Revolution member as he sits up almost like “what do I need to do?” Weakly the Career Killer grabs a few of Kiyoshi’s bloody white locks and uses them to pull him closer to head butt him. Buying himself a bit of time Elrick simply sits against the table, taking in as much air as his body will allow him. CM: Hey! That’s not fair! Toan threw a chair at you Xanthius, you go down now! JH: Great, first steel spikes, then trash can lids, then toy swords, and then kendo sticks and of course tables, steel chairs too, why not. SS: Some body’s been watching their Undertaker tapes I see. CL: No, Xanthius is just a bad ass mother fucker, and not the Shaft kind either. Like a predator stalking its prey Xanthius treads towards the man that’ll face Tier on pay per view, when a small monkey wrench is thrown into the works. That monkey wrench is known by most as LOBO Malvado, who hops onto Xanthius’ back and locks in a sleeper. The hobbit looking man holds on for dear life as Xanthius roars and howls in fury, trying to shake him off as well as grab him. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Toan sprints away from the second biggest man in the match while he can. However Prime doesn’t manage to dodge the second chair shot, this one cracks right over his skull and sends the big man against the apron. What little blood that’s managed to dry up and slow his bleeding down opens back up with it, looking like a fountain once again. Rice smirks and swings the steel chair, cracking it over Prime’s skull a second time and even denting the chair a bit. He goes for a third head shot when the boot of Toan meets Grant right where his family jewels resides. Looking as if his tank is almost on empty Elrick shuffles across the mat on his knees and over to the various weapons Kiyoshi threw in earlier. The Yeti known as Kiyoshi Nakahata shakes off the affects of Elrick’s head butt and starts shuffling after him. He reaches out and grabs a hold of the back of Elrick’s trunks only to get a face full of trash can from the Career Killer. Elrick continues to eye over what else is at his use at the moment while Kiyoshi reels from the trash can shot. JH: LOBO Malvado continues to not get the hint that he shouldn’t inject himself into this match! SS: Why shouldn’t he? He’s merely looking out for his clients. CL: Yeah, by doing some thing illegal. CM: Technically it’s not illegal in this match though! Malvado swings around like on some kind of wicked carnival ride, if only it was such a potentially non-painful experience. Finally his hands tighten on the precious long dirty locks of LOBO and whip the smaller man forward in a snapmare! With a smack Red Cell’s genius drops to the ground in front of Xanthius with a cry of pain. He looks up at the bigger man pleadingly and begs for his safety, but gets a stomp right across his throat for his troubles from Xanthius. Toan mockingly applies a side headlock to the stun Grant Rice as he motions for Prime to do some thing, the bigger man slowly comes to and notices his motioning. Perhaps growing bored of the side headlock he changes it up and locks in a cravate, grinning as the fans jeer him. Mean while Prime lifts up one of the tables and brings it over to them, setting it up right as Toan releases his submission. With a hint of trouble he scoops Rice up and holds him up in the air for a moment, before driving him through the table with the Razorblade Kiss! The Career Killer uses his earlier discarded kendo stick to get back up to his feet just as Nakahata stirs and gets up to his own. Both men look at what the other is wielding and Elrick’s kendo stick and stop sign certainly trumps Kiyoshi’s stop sign. FIW’s Co-Tag Team Champion of the World dives past Elrick and snatches some thing in mid-roll. Rolling back up onto his feet he reveals he snatched up his toy sword, wielding his stop sign like a shield as he calls Elrick on! CL: Fuck! Fuck Toan! Fuck Prime! Fuck Red Cell! SS: Should be easy sailing from here on out folks. MA: Grant Rice has been ELIMINATED~!!! JH: Oh god…please…please…please don’t tell me Kiyoshi and Elrick are about to do what I think they are about to do in a…wrestling match… CM: Alright! A duel to the death! Prime and Toan give each other a high five for their elimination as they stand over what are the remains of the table and the Revolution member, Grant Rice. So caught up in their own little celebration, neither notice Xanthius stalking towards them with a special weapon. The crowd goes crazy when they catch sight of it when he raises it up into the air. Xanthius connects with the back of Prime and then cracks his steel chair wrapped in barbed wire over the head of Toan! Bewilderment would be the best word to describe the expression Elrick gets when he sees what Kiyoshi is doing with his weapons. Though he gets not a single second to ask what his foe is on as Nakahata lunges forward and drives his sword forward. Elrick throws up his stop sign to block it and angles it, pushing the thrust upward and deflecting it. Giving him the chance to rush in and swing his own attack with his kendo stick, but it is blocked by Kiyoshi’s stop sign! SS: And now sprinkle in a little bit of comic relief for the kids. JH: …Ugh… CM: Go Sir Kiyoshi of Nakahata! Go! Defeat the Smelly Knight! CL: Yes! Barbed wire wrapped steel chair! Amazingly, and maybe a tad stupidly, Prime stays on his feet from the chair shot, which warrants a second one from Xanthius, this time to the skull. He sets the weapon down on the apron after he watches Prime drop to his knees and kicks him down completely. Xanthius turns his attention back to Toan and grabs him by his crimson locks. Roughly he drags the Hardcore Jesus by his locks as Toan kicks and screams out in agony from this experience. Kiyoshi and Elrick grit their teeth as they try to out edge the other in this struggle, his kendo stick clashing with his stop sign dramatically. It ends when Nakahata tries for a leg sweep that gets rid of the Career Killer’s footing, causes him to back step. With his guard dropped Red Cell’s oddest member sprints forward and slashes with his sword as it sparkles in the lights. Sadly for Kiyoshi, in the nick of time Elrick brings his stop sign and kendo stick up to use both to block his attack. CM: Hey! Some body needs to tell Xanthius he can’t do that! No one touches the Hardcore Jesus in such a manner! CL: You wanna go fucking tell him? SS: Course he doesn’t, knowing Revolution’s head cases he may try to bite Chip’s ear off or some thing. JH: Perhaps one of the oddest exchanges in FIW history is going on in the ring and you all are worried about Toan and how Xanthius is dragging him… With a throw Toan hits the time keeper’s table back first and nearly gets the wind knocked out of him from it. For his troubles he gets a boot to his throat from Xanthius who uses it as a perch, resting his right arm on it as he leans in close to the table. While his left hand he sweeps the contents off of the table despite Timmy’s protests to do otherwise. His eyes grow wide when his vertical base is stolen from him by a leg trip from Toan’s legs, releasing his choke on the Hardcore Jesus too! By blocking the blow with both his defensive and offensive weapons the Revolution member has placed himself in quite the pickle. Since now he’s unable to do strike back as Kiyoshi drives forward on the assault, trying to break through Elrick’s defenses. Despite Elrick’s best efforts Kiyoshi breaks through and drives his sword downward, only to hit nothing but air! The Career Killer intentionally allowed Nakahata so he could get behind him and lock in a full nelson! Before Kiyoshi can even react, Elrick throws him backwards and drives him through the table in the corner with an ElrickPlex’06! JH: Elrick just hit the ElrickPlex ’06! The ElrickPlex ’06! SS: Darn his underdog story! MA: Kiyoshi Nakahata has been ELIMINATED~!!! CL: Ha, Elrick just took out the fucking FIW Fighting Spirit Champion! CM: Don’t worry, we still got Toan and Prime! We’ll take care of this virus known as Revolution and Horrorcore yet! Just barely Xanthius manages to keep his footing, planting his leg firmly on the ground, though he still gives Toan enough time to scramble up to his own. He wastes no time and charges forward, throwing out his arm and hitting the Jesus Bomber lariat! It staggers the bigger man but he still remains standing to the Hardcore Jesus’ horror. Toan backs up and rushes Xanthius again, going for a second Jesus Bomber when Xanthius shoots out a hand. It wraps around Toan’s throat and sloppily lifts him up into the air, slamming him down through the time keeper’s table! A small smile spreads across Elrick’s face as he lays on the mat, just staring up at the lights in a slight disbelief at what he just did. It grows a bit when he turns around just in time to witness Toan go through a table; he staggers up to his feet. Only he gets whipped around quickly and a boot to his mid-section, two massive hands wrapping around his throat. Prime snarls as he lifts Elrick up into the air, his bloody face contorting into a demented look. Viciously he drives the Career Killer through the table Xanthius set up in the ring earlier with the Authority Bomb! CL: Holy fuck! We are down to the final two! CM: Gah! Toan! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, Toan and Elrick are ELIMINATED~!!! JH: The two biggest men are the surviving members for both their teams! SS: Oh great, a Hossfest. Xanthius turns around with a hint of surprise when he hears another table break and sees Prime standing over the broken body of Elrick. Logan tries to help the Revolution member out of the ring as Prime’s attention turns to Xanthius, a look of insanity behind his own blood. Gracefully Xanthius hops up onto the apron and clutches the middle rope, entering the ring under the top rope. Before he can even fully stand Prime attacks him with a running double axe handle strike! SS: Oh yay, a polish hammer, I haven’t seen one of those in a while. JH: Alright! Finally some good ole fashion wrestling! CM: You’re a tool Hitchen. CL: Yeah, fucking really. He clutches at the middle rope, trying to pull his frame back up but Prime stomps on his hand and starts stomping on the rest of Xanthius in the corner. Relentlessly starts driving his knee into his foe’s face when he grows tired of simple stomping. Even that he grows tired of and clasps down onto Xanthius’ throat, blatantly choking the life out of him! Xanthius’ body flails about as he tries to free his throat from the bigger man’s clutches! CM: Get ‘em Prime! Get ‘em! JH: Ack! So much for some good ole wrestling! SS: Ssssssqueeeeeeeeeeze Prime, sssssssssqueeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzze. CL: Come the fuck on Xanthius, you had your eye nearly torn out before, don’t let a pussy choke keep you down! Prime releases the choke and shoves Xanthius roughly down face first into the bottom rope before getting back up to his vertical base. The big man exits the ring and storms around ringside until he finds two tables he likes, and picks both up. Gingerly he slides both into the ring and slides back in after them, hurrying to get back up to his feet. As he starts setting them up, Xanthius gets to his feet and franticly rushes over, grabbing a hold of him from behind. Revolution’s biggest member scoops the Evolution of Evil up into the air and drives him neck first into the mat with a backdrop suplex driver! JH: Backdrop Suplex Driver! Good god! He could’ve compacted Prime’s neck with that one! SS: Puro marks every where will be proud of him. CL: Is there any time you can, ya know, give some thing resembling an actual compliment? CM: No, not to the Revolution freaks he can’t. Quickly he rolls over onto his stomach and grabs a hold of the middle rope, pulling his massive figure back up as Prime writhes on the ground. Suddenly some one hops up onto the apron and tries to choke Xanthius on the top rope! Toan rants and raves insanely at the Revolution member as he pulls down hard on his skull. Prime slowly starts to come to, shaking the cobwebs out of his head and getting to his feet. He barrels right towards the two, looking to assault Xanthius further, only for the Revolution member to manage to side step it, and Prime collides with Toan! CL: So much for that fucking bastard trying to play a factor! SS: Dear lord! Toan just fell back first against the barricade! That might be enough to file a law suit about! JH: Red Cell’s leader got what he deserved if you ask me, he had no business interfering! CM: He had every right in doing so, Prime is representing Toan’s team after all! Prime looks down in confusion at Toan before he nearly gets his head taken off from Xanthius’ running big boot to the side of his skull! The bigger of the two men staggers into the corner with his attacker right behind him in following him into the corner. Carefully he picks up Prime and uses all of his strength to perch him up on top of the turnbuckle. Slowly Xanthius starts to climb up the ropes, making it up to the first buckle before it starts to shake. He waits until it steadies itself and makes it up to the second buckle, delivering an elbow strike to Prime’s mug. SS: Oh great, now this Hoss thinks he’s a junior heavyweight or some thing, trying to go high spotty. JH: This is a dangerous situation for both men to be in. CM: Please don’t let Xanthius hit it, please don’t let Xanthius hit it. CL: Shut the fuck up until we know what he’s going to hit! Xanthius grabs a handful of Prime’s tights and throws his arm over his own neck and wraps his own arm around Prime’s neck before looking behind him. With care he positions the two to be able to land into the table that Prime managed to set up earlier. He goes to lift the bigger man up, but gets no results, tries again, and once again gets no results. A bit frustrated he throws a few elbow shots to Prime’s rib cage before grabbing onto his tights again. For a third time Xanthius isn’t able to lift up the big man, no matter how much might he puts behind it. CM: Looks like your Revo boy is too weak to hit his Superplex! JH: I don’t think that’s the case. SS: Course it is, what else could it be? CL: That’s what it fucking could be! Slowly Xanthius leans back, revealing Prime’s two massive hands wrapped around his throat tightly as the Evolution of Evil grins darkly. Viciously Prime head butts Xanthius, making him let go of his hold on the bigger man, which allows Prime to stand. Scarily he lifts Xanthius up into the air with only his bare hands, holding him up there for quite a few moments. The Japanese crowd collectively gasp when Prime jumps off of the turnbuckle and flies through the air with Xanthius. He drives his opponent right through the table with a Super Authority Bomb! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: Oh my god! A Super Authority Bomb from Prime! SS: Ha! Take that Hoss for brains! CL: Fully fucking sick! Xanthius might be fucking dead! CM: Red Cell wins! Red Cell wins! MA: Here is your winner by elimination…PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!! Prime’s music blares over the sound system as Logan Black goes to raise the monster hand, only for him to yell at Logan, scaring him off. One of the biggest men in FIW ever gets up to his feet on his own, wiping his own blood off of his face with a smirk. He pumps his fists into the air and flexes a bit for the fans to their hiss like jeers. After a bit of this he shrugs them off and storms to the back as Logan checks on Xanthius. SS: Any ways guys, I can’t stick around, I’ll see ya later. CL: Where the fuck are you going?! JH: Leave him Conse, we have a segment from the back about to be aired I’m told. Let’s roll it boys. |
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| Crimson Shards | Jan 18 2007, 05:56 AM Post #6 |
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The ReVolt’Trons light up to show an office with a rather out of place person in the office, the FIW General Manager. Normally Krähe is seen in his gothic wonder land known as the arena’s boiler room. Instead he looks rather professional in a leather seat and sitting behind a desk with a few notes in his hands. The ever initiating Lazaro, otherwise known as the skull cowboy, stands behind the General Manager. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Hello FIW viewers… kssshhhhhk... Before the main event I felt I should run down what you can expect at Nensai Senjou ’07…kssshhhhhk... He shuffles around a few of his papers. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Due to the sheer competition in the Fighting Spirit Division… kssshhhhhk... A- ?????? ?????: -And how unstoppable my boy, Kiyoshi Nakahata has been with the belt. Smarty Smark slips into screen in his own chair with the ever smug smirk on his face, Krähe stares at the fat man as Smark winks at him. Smarty Smark: Sorry about being late, was out there representing with my boys, ya know? Krähe: kssshhhhhk... … kssshhhhhk... The General Manager continues to simply stare blankly at Smarty Smark for a few more moments before returning his attention to the screen. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Any ways… kssshhhhhk... I am here to announce that we will see a gauntlet match at Nensai Senjou, with the winner gaining a chance to meet Kiyoshi for the championship at a later date…kssshhhhhk... [align=center] [/align]The camera cuts back to inside the office where Smarty Smark is now eating what appears to be a shrimp cocktail. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Speaking of contendership matches… kssshhhhhk... Two men in FIW have been rather dominant as of late…kssshhhhhk... These two men will collide in a match that will see the winner gets a shot against the FIW Dual Crown Champion, Tie- Smarty Smark: -Or Toan. Krähe turns in his seat and faces Smarty Smark once again, the manager and lawyer of Red Cell smiling innocently at the General Manager. Smarty Smark: What? Toan could be champion, no need to exclude him. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... I was going to say or Toan after I finished saying Tier… kssshhhhhk... Smarty Smark: Oh… Smarty looks around sheepishly as he nibbles on his shrimp. Smarty Smark: *Coughs* Carry on then… FIW’s General Manager let’s out one louder and angrier “Kssshhhhhk” before turning back to the camera. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... And this title shot will be at… kssshhhhhk... Anarchy in the UK ’07…kssshhhhhk... [align=center] [/align]Once more the ReVolt’Trons cut back to inside the office, Smarty Smark’s finished his shrimp cocktail and is now playing with a paddle ball. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Then we will have our first title match of the night… kssshhhhhk... It’ll be the Flycore Championship on the line…kssshhhhhk... In a match that the champion has requested…kssshhhhhk... Smarty Smark: Stupidly I might add, guess he didn’t have enough fun getting burnt once. [align=center] [/align]Back again to the office and now Smarty Smark is grumbling as Lazaro in the background is holding in his hands two pieces of what looks to be what used to be Smarty’s paddle ball. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Also we’ll see former friends and team mates collide… kssshhhhhk... The FIW Undisputed International Championship at stake…kssshhhhhk... In a match that I chose due to the champion’s three attacks on his challenger involving this item…kssshhhhhk... Smarty Smark: Actually I heard the third time was only a look a like hired by Gatito Negro. Krähe turns in his seat and faces Smarty Smark once again, his hands tightening their hold on his papers. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... … kssshhhhhk... The manager of the superstars looks between the General Manager and his body guard and chuckles nervously. Smarty Smark: Right…shutting up now… [align=center] [/align]For the fourth time the ReVolt’Trons return to the office area, showing Smarty Smark twiddling his thumbs as the General Manager shifts through his papers. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... This next match features people on both sides that have lost and beaten one another… kssshhhhhk... On the one side, the champions and on the other a preverbal dream team…kssshhhhhk... It’ll be for the FIW Tag Team Championships of the World…kssshhhhhk... RAGIN’… kssshhhhhk... KAILEY LANE… kssshhhhhk... VERSE…kssshhhhhk... Smarty Smark: IMPAKAHATA! Smark smiles brightly as Krähe glares at him for ruining his dramatic moment. [align=center] [/align]The FIW camera crew returns to the office, only to now find Smarty Smark tied and gagged beside Krähe. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Then the main event, a match that needs nothing said about it… kssshhhhhk... FIW Dual Crown Championship on the line…kssshhhhhk... Revolution’s and Red Cell’s fates on the line…kssshhhhhk... Thirty minutes European Catch-as-can rules… kssshhhhhk... Thirty minutes barbed wire ropes… kssshhhhhk... Maj Tahal as the referee…kssshhhhhk... TOAN…kssshhhhhk... TIER… kssshhhhhk... [align=center] [/align]And with that image, the camera cuts back to ringside are the main event… CL: Finally, we’re about to see Red Cell get a ass kicking like non other. JH: A lot of history though in this one Conse, can anyone really trust anyone? CM: Maj doesn’t need to, being a member of Red Cell, he can win it easily. CL: Tier and Kailey, even though it pisses me off to admit she can be useful in this one. With the arena plummeted into darkness a few lines of static flash up onto the three ReVoltrons and Local H’s “That’s What They All Say” starts to play out over the PA system. In the gloom a few shapes can be made out walking onto the concrete stage. A series of red lights beam down faintly onto the stage, before others join it and illuminate the entirety of the elevated stage where young, beautiful women are aligning themselves on either side and kneeling. They position themselves like a religious worshipper before their God. [align=center]Yeah, Uh-Huh, That’s What They All Say[/align] This is the prompt for a flash of light and a series of small explosions around the stage and ReVoltrons before two more figures can be seen advancing through the haze, a bright spotlight appearing on them. As the smoke clears Ragin’ can be seen head bowed with Natalya moving around him, her arms stroking his torso. They walk directly down past the press of females on the concrete stage, the spotlight following the two Russians with every step. The women get to their feet and depart as soon as the Russian start to walk down the steps from the stage. CL: The following match is our Main Event of the evening, first hailing from Bogorodskoye, Russia, weighing in at two hundred and sixty eight pounds and standing at six foot three inches… RRRRAAAAAAGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN!!!! As they reach the bottom of the walkway and the ring ropes, Ragin’ sits on the lowest one and allows Natalya to slip between them before he steps along the apron toward the turnbuckle. The women aligned on the ramp depart unnoticed and the lights suddenly turn back on. Ragin’ hauls himself up and looks out over at the fans, raising a mocking fist in the air to a chorus of jeers. He points his fingers down at himself briefly before hopping down into the ring and unbuttoning whichever expensive shirt he has worn today and handing it to Natalya. She whispers something in his ear and slides out of the ring. CL: Ah this man would be awesome, if he wasn’t currently on the side of Maj. JH: He and Maj have both been very quiet though in this match. CM: Greatness doesn’t need to talk that’s why. CL: I talk all the time though. 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. JH: Ah, Maj looking confident. CM: When your about to beat Tier, I’d be confident too. CL: When that bitch gets his head taken clean off by Tier, you just wait. "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. MA: And there opponents, first from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds and standing at five foot eight inches… KAILLLLLEEEEEEEY LANEEEEEEEEEEE!! When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd as she moves to her corner. CL: She better not fuck this up for Tier. JH: Kailey won’t, she’s got some revenge needed for Ragin. CM: Yeah, being his bit on the side. The house lights drop suddenly to blackness, prompting the crowd's excitement. [align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..." RISE![/align] Mushroomhead's "Damage Done" squeals and thunders across the sound system as flames ignate onstage to form a formidable wall. Through those flames steps none other than our Dual Crown Champion, the Immortal, Eternal Red, the God of Violence... TIER! [align=center]Get the hammers high! Get in line to get fucked up! Get the hammers high! Get fucked up![/align] Tier nods his head to the music and moves toward the ring, toting both Dual Crown straps on his shoulders. He approaches the ring proper and climbs up onto the apron, holding his titles as he steps through the ropes. The lights suddenly BURN red as the squeals return. MA: Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing, from Mission, Texas... standing at six feet, three inches and weighing in at two-hundred thirty six pounds... he is your FIW DUAL! CROWN! CHAMPIOOOOOOONNN!!! THIS! IS! TIIIIIIIIIEEEERRRRRRR!!! Tier moves to all four sides of the ring displaying his championships before finally handing them off to the official and ascending the turnbuckle. He props one foot on the top rope and raises the "R" hand sign high in the air, screaming along with the music and the fans. [align=center]GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! DON'T DOUBT THE HATE THAT'S INSIDE OF MY HEART! GONNA BREAK HUMANITY JUST IN SPITE OF ME! GAZE INTO MY EYES AND YOU'LL FIIIIIIIIIIIND!!![/align] Tier pops backward off the turnbuckle as the music fades out and the lights return to normal, the fans at a fevered pitch. JH: Tier looks ready for war. CM: He’s going to show Maj what a ass kicking feels like. CL: Yeah because he’s going to receive it. As neither team talk to one and another, they just warm up, Maj and Ragin then talk, Maj telling Ragin to go to the apron, with a shrug he does as Kailey starts the match for the other team, Tony Clarke asks for the bell and it sounds. Kailey and Maj begin circling the ring before they go for a collar and elbow tie up, Kailey then using her quickness, drops down talking Maj down with a drop toe hold, she then rolls him over for a inside cradle, but not even getting a one, she rolls back to her feet and smiles at Maj who looks quite frustrated. Ragin just watches on smirking as he knows Maj’s just trying to one up him, but failing quite miserably, Maj doesn’t notice though as he goes for another collar and elbow tie up, but not even giving Kailey chance he rams his knee into her gut and then lifts and drives her into the canvas with a scoop slam. JH: Maj looks highly frustrated already. CL: Well if I was a asshole like him I would be too. CM: You are? Maj doesn’t wait though, he picks Kailey back up and grabs her in a headlock, tightly squeezing at her head, he then swings around so he grabs her in a waist lock before lifting, but at the apex Kailey switches position and brings Maj down with a DDT, Tier looking quite impressed seemingly watches on with intent, Natalya and The General seem to shout motivation towards Maj, both not wanting there team to lose obviously. Kailey not having any quit in her though doesn’t go to tag Tier in, she instead moves to the fallen Maj who’s stirring on the canvas, she then grabs his arm and sits him up, backing off, she then runs to the ropes and comes back hitting a dropkick right to the back of Maj’s head making him roll towards Ragin clutching his head, shaking his head Ragin tags himself in, climbing in and smiling as he looks towards Kailey… CL: Oh here we go, lovers in the ring, Kailey don’t fuck this up. JH: She doesn’t look ready to, she looks ready to kick his ass. CM: Ain’t going to happen, Ragin’ will drop her on her head like he does always. …Kailey looks ready to go but Tier out of nowhere tags himself in, climbing into the ring, Kailey gives him a angry look, but knowing she can’t argue, she climbs out the ring and Ragin’ smirking as always just looks to tier before they go for as collar and elbow tie-up… CL: That’s it, Tier in, now we’ll see a proper match! CM: Ah so much to learn Conse. JH: Would you to just enjoy it for what it is, please? CM & CL: NO. Ragin and Tier have a battle of strength, both putting in the same amount as the other and the effort being really shown as Tier and Ragin then break free, both looking at one and another seemingly somewhat impressed with each other, they go in for another but Ragin knees Tier right in the gut, before clubbing him hard down on the back, he then brings Tier up before chopping Tier’s chest making him reel back, then chopping him again making Tier land in the corner. Ragin then looks for another chop, but Tier moves and as Ragin rolls into the corner himself, Tier chops the crap out of Ragin’s chest, then another chop and another chop before Ragin seems to be reeling in the corner, Tier backs off though as he then charges looking for a clothesline, but Ragin moves and connects with a drop toe hold sending Tier face first into the second turnbuckle. JH: This is a highly even contest, everyone seems to be very even. CL: Tier’s just hiding the want to kick there asses. CM: Or so Conse believes. CL: I KNOW. Ragin stands up, moving over to Tier and dragging him into the center of the ring before making a cover… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …KAILEY BREAKS IT UP![/align] …Kailey doesn’t leave the ring though, she instead looking down at Tier just mounts a attack on Ragin, clubbing down on Ragin with some firm blows to his back, seeing this Maj Tahal comes in and begins a attack on Tier, hitting him with some mounted punches, Tony Clarke knowing there personal problems between everyone just lets it go and carries on. JH: It’s breaking down. CL: Referee’s also letting it go, best. Decision. Ever. CM: No it isn’t, why does everything have to be a brawl? CL: Because it’s a ReVolt dumbass. Kailey picks Ragin up moving him into the corner nearest her, she then attacks him with a mixture of strikes but Ragin reveres it spinning her around so he can attack her with strikes, one big chop to her chest even, he then places her on the top turnbuckle, as this is happening, Tier throws off Maj and climbs to his feet, he then moves as Maj comes flying at him with a spear. Kailey then seeing Tier behind Ragin waits for him to climb up, before she leaps up and connects with a enziguiri off the top rope, catching the top rope on ring apron, landing on the apron, as Ragin turns he comes towards Tier who catches and DRIVES! Him head first right into the canvas with a sit-out DDT! CL: WWWEEEEEGEEEEENNNLIIIIIIIAAAEEEEDUUUUAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! JH: What a unique variation of it. CM: Come on Ragin! Tier makes the cover as Maj begins to stand up, Kailey seeing this jumps up onto the top rope and as she does she springboards in towards the climbing Maj Tahal, but he sees her coming and catches her with a dropkick right to the gut! Maj seeing the cover quickly hurries over… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …MAJ BREAKS IT UP JUST!!!!![/align] CL: FUCK OFF! Kailey screwed it up! JH: Damn that was close and Ragin’ seems completely out. CM: Ha! Told you. Maj grabs Tier’s leg and drags him off of Ragin as he looks down at Kailey who’s clutching her gut, he then lifts Tier up to his feet and boots him in the gut, doing so he then grabs him in a front chancery but Tier reverses landing on his feet, as he does he lands and quickly hooks and takes Maj over with a snap German suplex, landing Maj right on his head, as he lays there Kailey stands up and looks at the standing Tier, she then begins to climb the turnbuckle as Tier runs to the ropes, coming back and flipping into a senton right onto Maj, but as he moves off Kailey comes SOARING! Off the top rope with a frog splash, crashing down onto Maj, but the impact sends her rolling out of the ring, Maj too rolls out of the ring as the rings left with just tier and Ragin. CL: FUCK ME DEADLY! CM: No, come on Maj. JH: Tier’s running riot and what a Frog Splash by Kailey. Tier stands up, clutching his gut as Ragin is too his feet too, but he sees Tier coming and charges at him but Tier swings under and takes Ragin over with a school boy roll up… CM: No! CL: Yes! [align=center]ONE[/align] CM: NO! KICK OUT! CL: YES! STAY DOWN! [align=center]TWO[/align] CM: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! CL: YOUR WINNERS…. [align=center]THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEE!!![/align] …Tier releases as the bell sounds, winning the match as the fans begin to cheer “damage done” begins to play as Tier gets his hand raised by Tony Clarke… CL: Who! They won. CM: No, it’s not true, it’s a damn pay off. JH: Nope, it was a even match, but a roll up got Tier and Kailey the win. …Kailey climbs in the ring to get her hand raised as Tier climbs out the ring, not celebrating but making his leave… MA: Your Winners! Via pinfall! TTTTTTTTIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEER and KKKKKKKKAAAAAAAILLLLEEYYYYY LANNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! CL: Fuck yeah! Tier won! But we are all outta time folks! For Chip and Hitchen, I'm Conse, we'll see ya next weekend at Nensau Senjou '07! You wouldn't FUCKING DARE miss it!
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