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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 15 2007, 04:06 AM (393 Views) | |
| Crimson Shards | Feb 15 2007, 04:06 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 | Feb 15 2007, 04:08 AM Post #2 |
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JH: The opener of the evening coming up shortly, on paper it looks to be quite a match. CL: You say that every week, as long as Momoko gets her little ass kicked, I’ll be a happy man. CM: Not going to happen, Conse, especially when you have Mr. Losing streak, Shaun Wilson in the match. JH: It’s going to be a close contest either way… CL: Again, No, it’s going to be a quick match so we can move onto the actual important matches. The Drake Love entrance video begins to roll on the Global-Tron as AFI's Prelude 12-21 begins to blare over the PA system. [align=center][dohtml]<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="444" height="350"></embed></object>[/dohtml][/align] [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promise to depart just promise one thing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. [/align] Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage. MA: The following match is a three way dance! First hailing from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at two hundred and ninety five pounds and standing at six foot four inches… DRRAAAAKKKKEEE LLLLOOOOOOOVEEEEEE!!!!!!! [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promised you my heart just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead. [align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me. This is what I thought, so think me naive I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, ) Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] CM: FIW’s definitely found something in this man. CL: Yeah, another asshole for you to worship and stare at all day. CM: I just know talent when I see it Conse. JH: Then if you know talent, why did you work for Slam? CL: Ha! Nice one Bitchen, wait… I just said that… The musical jingles familiar to Kill Bill fans of Ironside’s “Quincy Jones” hits on the PA system as red lights around the arena behind to strobe in and out to the creepy air of the music before the ear-splitting tunes of “Dead In Hollywood” by Murderdolls pound out the PA system … Momoko appears from behind the curtain with her Stop Sign in one hand and a sickle and staple gun attached to each other by a chain on each of the handles. MA: And his opponent! Hailing from Saitama, Japan, weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds and standing at five foot two inches… MOMOKOOOOOOO WAAAKKKKKARRRRIIIIIII!!!!! Momoko raises the Stop Sign in the air for the admiration of the fans and yelling what we can assume is an insult in her native language to the fans in attendance and saunters down the ramp way towards the ring… Momoko upon reaching the ring... Momoko places her sickle, staple gun and Stop Sign in her corner before climbing into the ring and to the middle rope of her corner’s turnbuckle. She then stares out callously to the masses in attendance and flips the bird to everyone in her immediate area before hopping back down and awaiting the match to start. CL: Only if she didn’t join the Anti-Horrorcore team, I’d actually find that women semi attractive. CM: That’s cause your stupid Tier, made her that way. JH: Huh? He did? CL: No, Tier is a god, Momoko is a little bitch who’s going to one day get her ass handed to her… but not today because both of these guys couldn’t wrestle a wet paper bag to death. Trumpets and drums blasts as Standing Ovation plays on the PA system. The lights fade into a light blue color as a white spotlight shines on the entranceway. Shaun walks out and the spotlight disappears as he walks to the three stairs. MA: And the final competitor of the match! Hailing from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds and standing at five feet eleven inches… SHHHHHAAAAAAAAUNNNNN WIIIIIILLLLLLLLSSOOOOONNNNN!!!!! He stops and turns his back facing the entranceway as white pyro rains from the ReVoltrons. He then runs and slides into the ring, running and climbing onto the turnbuckles. He then backward flips off the ropes into the ring as he stretches and gets ready for his match. CL: Ok, so how fast this guy going to lose this week, any bets? JH: Conse, you know that’s not fa… CM: If he loses before four minutes I punch Jonathon, he loses after you punch him. JH: …And if he wins? CM & CL: *Laughs* As Drake and Shaun get ready, Richard comes over to check Momoko for anything, as he does she turns and places her fork in her mouth, Richard checks her and sees she’s got nothing giving the ok, she then places it back into her boot quickly, nobody noticing it of course except a few fans who give off a huge boo and jeer, but she just snarls at them before turning back towards the match as Richard calls for the bell and the match gets underway. Drake and Shaun look towards each other but both are surprised as Momoko comes out of her corner and makes a “come get some” signal to the pair, looking quite ready to kick some ass. CM: A women with no fear, see a role model for the youth of today right there. JH: She also bloodies and uses illegal weapons. CL: UK children sound just like her already. As Drake seems first to answer, he moves towards her but Shaun comes behind him, smacking him in the back with a forearm shot and another, then another seemingly taking advantage of the situation. As Shaun keeps clubbing down on him, he doesn’t notice Momoko coming out of nowhere, she LEAPS over Drake who’s kneeling and nails Shaun right in the chest with a flying shoulder tackle, the impact actually sending Shaun reeling a bit into the ropes, he comes off them though and looks for a yakuza kick, but Momoko moves to evade it beautifully and then goes on a striking fit, right at Shaun, hitting him with everything she’s got. CL: You know, she really is a bitch, a angry Chihuahua. JH: She kinda… CM: Don’t you dare Jonathon or do you want a ass kicking like Tier got? Shaun knees her in the gut though, doubling her over before Shaun then places her between his legs and then hoists her up in the air with a Powerbomb, but Momoko sees Drake coming quickly behind Shaun, she then flips herself off as Drake nails Shaun in the back of the head with a clothesline, dropping him to the canvas instantly as Momoko lands on her feet looking towards Drake, who comes at her quickly, gaining a grip of her he takes Momoko over with a takedown before quickly switching around to gain a headlock, wrenching at it before he spins her over quickly slamming her over with a variation of the headlock takeover. CL: Ah that’s satisfying, watching her get thrown around like that. CM: Stop getting sexual, beings you hate her. JH: I think he actually meant he wants her to get dropped on her head. CM: I know what he meant. Drake keeps Momoko clutched in the hold, but is soon broken up as Shaun comes flying off the top rope with a senton splash, squashing Drake as he releases Momoko who rolls to the ring ropes as Shaun stands up and continues his assault on Drake with some hefty boots. He then picks Drake up as he Irish whips him to the ropes, Drake turns just in time to see Shaun come at him with a forearm smash into the corner, as Drake reels back towards the ring Shaun jumps onto the second rope and springs off turning and coming towards Drake, but he catches Shaun in mid air, placing his feet on the floor before elevating and taking him over with a belly to belly suplex. JH: What a reversal! CL: Bam! Ha! Right on his head. CM: Shaun better get pinned, it’s what three minutes just over. Drake sits up as he looks to see where everyone is, seeing Momoko is still down and he’s taken Shaun down, he smirks to himself before standing and turning to Shaun, picking him up to his feet, he then places him between his legs as he signals for the end, before lifting for a Powerbomb but as he flips Drake catches and DRIVES! Him into the canvas with a chokeslam, the impact is sickening as Shaun looks out cold. JH: Apocalypse Chokeslam! CL: Losing streak continues… Drake wins, next match pl… CM: Not if she has something to say about it! Richard checks on Shaun, Drake turns to see Momoko was in fact playing possum and she leaps off the top rope, spring boarding in and in her hand is her fork, she lands and jabs it into Drake’s skull seeing him reel back clutching his forehead as it begins to trickle with blood, she then runs at him and with one big shot with her fork, jabs it into his skull making him tumble over the top rope and land on the mats. CL: Hey Richard you blind asshole, she’s… ah screw it. CM: Ah beautifully done Momoko. JH: Damn, she’s going to get away with it too! The crowd pour boos all over Momoko but she just grins as she places the fork back in her boot as Richard turns to see the action unfolding, but before he can check on Drake, Momoko shouts to make the cover as she makes the cover on Shaun… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE![/align] Momoko stands up, soaking in the boos as Richard Kelly raises her arm in the air for the victory… MA: Your winner! Via pinfall! At a time of four minutes and thirty three seconds! MMMMMOMMMMMMMOOOKOOOOOOOOO WAKKKKKKKAAAARRRRIIIIIII!!!!! …Momoko slides out of the ring as Drake climbs back in, looking really, really frustrated as he stares at Momoko, the camera cuts to the commentary desk as Constance punches Jonathon right in the arm and Jonathon clutches his arm in pain. JH: OW! What was that for?! CL: Shaun lost in over four minutes, I got to punch you. CM: Bastard. Suddenly the screen goes completely white and soon a lovely background of various shades of pinks and reds hearts appears. [align=center]Tonight is Valentine’s Day And on this edition of ReVolt One man Will have a very special Valentine’s Day gift For one lucky wrestler And this man… Is… Extreme Ninja #2… With this…odd message, the words fade out and as does the background, returning to the ringside area.[/align] |
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| Crimson Shards | Feb 15 2007, 04:10 AM Post #3 |
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CM: Before he speaks a word and ruins us, next match is going to be whatever it turns into, so Jonathon shut up. CL: Ah, with Graver in this one, expect asses to be handed out. JH: Zessy is looking deep, deep in trouble to be honest. CL: Zessy? Aww does Jonathon have a wittle cwush? Awww. JH: No I do not! The super-funky ZZ Top-covered riff which, in the hands of Jun Kimura still sounds awesome, strikes up heralding the arrival of FIW's very own "Sharp Dressed Man" as the lights dim to allow spotlights to shine on the entrance cage, which as we speak is filling up with dry ice smoke. [align=center]Clean shirt, New shoes, And I don't know where I am going to. Silk suit, Black tie, I don't need a reason why-y-y-y! They come runnin' just as fast as they can... 'Cause Every Girl's Crazy Bout a Sharp Dressed Man![/align] MA: The following match is a four way dance and is scheduled for one fall! first hailing from parts unknown, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds and standing at five foot eleven inches… MRRRRRRR. BLLLLLOOOOOONNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD!!! The chorus ends, with three blasts of pyro in time with those last three words, cleariong the smoke away to reveal a young man wondering what kind of hell the CO [size0]2 has played with his bleached blond hair, and he stops at the top for the ramp to fix his quiff with a comb he already had in his hands. Eventually, he's satisfied with the results and he confidently struts towards the ring, flicking the [autographed, obviously,] comb into the front row but before he can scale the ring steps, he orders one of the ring attendants to go up first to hold the ropes open for him. A small arguement ensues, but eventually the ring attendant relents and lets him through. Once in the ring, Blondie stretches in his corner as he waits for the bell. JH: Not much is known about this man, so he has… CL: Better avoid Graver, he just wants to kick all there asses. CM: That’s because Graver is a angry person, he doesn’t see Daisuke helped him or tried anyways. 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 his opponent! Hailing from the alleys of New York City, weighing three hundred and nineteen pounds and standing at six foot eight inches… CCCCRRRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKKERRRRRJJACCCCCCKKKKKK!!!! 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: After last week, I seriously like this guy too, I wanna see him smash someone’s face off. JH: He definitely looks to be a very large and powerful athlete with potential. CM: You really are a gigantic suck up aren’t you Jonathon? [align=center]Yeah, I remember her saying "I'm already dead" I'm already dead I'm already dead I'm already dead I'm already dead I'm already dead I'm already dead Well today I want you to get up and hold your hands in some stupid symbols You're gonna get up and scream You're gonna get up and... The rockin' opening guitars to the White Zombie classic "Real Solution #9" overtake our crowd as the lights plunge into blackness. Smoke floods the entryway as a shadowy figure steps onstage. [align=center]Who will survive and what will be left of them? Apocalyptic dreams see the ordinary madness Who will survive and what will be left of them? I never lock the dogs when the wolf is in the darkness Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire[/align] The guitars roar back in and the lights rise to showcase the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac, Graver! He walks forward, observing the gathered fans and nodding behind his stark white mask in approval. MA: Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... the STRAIGHT EDGE FFFFUCKAMANIAC... ... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!! The fans voraciously boo Graver's placid walk to the ring, and Graver pays them no mind, simply moving at his own pace before sliding under the bottom rope. [align=center]I keep a close watch On this Heart of mine I walk a line I walk a line[/align] Rob Zombie repeats "I'm already dead" as Graver ascends the turnbuckle and crosses his arms in Straight Edge glory, observing the gathered fans before finally dismounting and stretching his muscles on the ropes. The music fades and the lights rise as Graver moves to his corner. CL: Ah, the man of no fear! The man of no care! The man who will kick Chip’s ass! I hope! CM: The man who’s not going to give a fuck about you so shut up already. JH: Ah, Children, children, children. As "Lose Control" by Evanesence turns on our normal closed gates at the entrance of our stage is open. Long black mesh looking material is drapped around the gates. From the back exits our very own Zesboca Devani with a loose black scarf that almost matches the material on the gates. She twirls the material around her body doing a simple start of a belly dance for the crowd. She slides across the stage grabbing a hold of the material on the gates. As she dances and slides across the floor she pulls the material with her. The last bit of the material is yanked down and left on the floor a long with her scarf. She stands at the end of the stage above the steps staring at the crowd. MA: And the final competitor of the match! Hailing from Cairo, Egypt, weighing in at one hundred and fifty four pounds and standing at five feet ten inches… ZESBOCAAAAAAA DEVANNNNNNIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!! [align=center]"Just once in my life, I think it'd be nice, Just to lose control, just once, With all the pretty flowers in the dust."[/align] Zesboca shakes her lower half with the rythem of the song. Not taking the steps she jumps straight down from the stage. She spins dipping her body a little with her. Zesboca smirks and makes her way to the squared circle. She touches a few hands along the way mainly to the men that are rooting for her. Again she doesn't take the steps and slip in-between the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles. JH: The smallest of the fight, but not by far the most worried. CL: Until Graver knocks her head clean off. CM: Or Crackerjack, squeezes her to death. As all four of them look at one and another, Graver looking out of em’ all ready to go, Mr. Blond climbs out of the ring first as Zesboca does too, Crackerjack walks to the center pf the ring and turns to see who he’s facing first. J.J. calls for the bell as Graver launches himself at Cracker jack, unloading a flurry of punches at Crackerjack, but they seem to have no effect as he simply pushes Graver off. Graver doesn’t quit though, coming at Cracker jack with more strikes, until Crackerjack knees him right in the stomach, making him double over, Crackerjack then hammers down on his back with a double axe handle as he lifts Graver up and delivers what can only be described as a skin removing knife edge chop making Graver seem in a shit load of discomfort. JH: Holy crap, ow. CL: That’s what you call a damn chop, Flair would of wet his pants seeing that one. CM: Your beloved Graver’s getting his ass kicked ay Conse? CL: Man, how good that’d be to see Crackerjack do that to your face. Crackerjack seeing Graver reel back, then comes at Graver for another chop, but Graver moves quickly, drop toe holding Crackerjack onto the middle rope, he lands choking himself on the middle rope as he springs back landing on the canvas, on his back. CL: TTTTTIIIIIIIIMMMBBBBBBBEERRRRR! Beautifully done. As Graver backs away though Crackerjack again brings himself up to his feet, looking at Graver who just stands there, not really backing down, but Graver is tagged out as he turns to see a smiling Zesboca, he looks quite irritated as she climbs in and J.J. makes him climb out. Zesboca then looks towards Crackerjack who doesn’t make a move on her, he just waits as she begins to circle him, looking for a weak spot she can go for, she then pounces! But gets driven to the canvas by a HUGE big boot. CM: Now you want to kiss her Jonathon? JH: I didn’t any… but… ah bugger it. Crackerjack then moves to her, picking her up to her feet and Irish whipping her to the ropes, she comes back and just in time evades another big boot as she rolls under his foot, as he turns she leaps up for a dropkick to no prevail, she then thinks quickly and runs at him, but he side steps her as she runs to the ropes, Mr. Blond blind tags in though as only J.J. sees it, Crackerjack still thinking Zesboca is the legal person in goes to get her as she leaps in and springboards off the second rope for a cross body, but he catches her, but still has no time to do anything as Mr. Blond comes diving into his lower knees with a low shoulder tackle, making Crackerjack drops Zesboca and more importantly drop to his knees. JH: Clever by Mr. Blond, dare I say it. Mr. Blond seeing his handy work, then puts the boots in on Crackerjack’s back, keeping him down for the time being as Zesboca stands up and is escorted out of the ring, but not for long as Mr. Blond goes back and tags her back in, as she seems puzzled he smirks, climbing back out of the ring, she comes in and sees the fallen Crackerjack. JH: What’s he doing? CL: Keeping out of harms way I would imagine. CM: I’m starting to like this guy more and more. She comes charging at Crackerjack and boots him in the head with a running low dropkick, making him drop forward and rolls towards Graver’s corner, who tags himself in immediately. Graver comes charging towards her, but she tries to evade with a matrix esque evasion, but Graver sees it coming and drives a elbow down into her stomach instantly dropping her to her back on the canvas holding her stomach in pain. JH: Damn, that was a reversal there. CL: Was genius, I’d of personally, booted her in the face but hey, it works. CM: Careful Jonathon might get upset. Graver then begins to stick the boots in on Zesboca, really booting down on her with all his might as Crackerjack finally climbs out of the ring. Graver then picks her up to her feet before bending her over and placing her head between his legs and pulls up on her arms, he then really grinds his hips into her head as she seems in a lot of pain, but not for long as she uses her former dancing to use, by lifting a leg up and connecting with Graver’s face, making him loosen the grip, she then moves under his legs as he turns to get a enziguiri right to the back of the head dropping the pair to the canvas. JH: Enziguiri there almost takes his head clean off. CL: She got lucky. Zesboca is up to her feet pretty soon though, realizing she needs to recuperate she tags in Crackerjack and climbs out, looking to rest as Crackerjack picks up the fallen Graver who out of nowhere pushes his hands away kicks him in the gut and then swings over bringing him down with a stunner, shocking everyone as Crackerjack reels into the corner, Graver though doesn’t go to him, instead looking at Zesboca who’s resting on the ring apron, he then moves to tag in Mr. Blond before running and spearing Zesboca through the ropes to the outside as they both crash to the mats. CL: BAM! CM: He had the win, where’s the moron going? …As Mr. Blond can obviously see the advantage he quickly moves to where Crackerjack’s placed in the corner, but he doesn’t expect Crackerjack to be as un groggy as Crackerjack comes out of the corner with a clothesline, but Mr. Blond drop toe holds him to the canvas before laying ore boots into him, booting him really hard in fact. As they are Graver is slowly to his feet and picks up Zesboca and begins to ht her with strikes, but she strikes back and a mass brawl begins outside, seeing his chance Mr. Blond awaits Crackerjack to stand, looking for his choke sleeper or even the Quiff Kick… JH: He sees the opportunity to win it. CL: Graver’s too busy kicking the hell out of Zessy to care. Mr. Blond runs at Crackerjack, but he sees it coming and grabs, lifts and DRIVES Crackerjack into the canvas with a seated chokeslam, the impact sending shivers down anyone’s spine, but he doesn’t look done as he looks towards the brawl outside, seeing he can win the match he lifts Mr. Blond up and then lifts him up and clutches him in a bear hug, squeezing the life out of him as hard as he can as Graver and Zesboca’s brawl has poured into the entrance area. JH: Bone Cracker! CL: He’s squeezing the crap out of him. CM: Action everywhere, it’s worse then the acne on Jonathon’s face. The more and more Crackerjack squeezes the more and more Mr. Blond seems to be sinking in and out of consciousness, until he taps, smacking the arm of Crackerjack as he realeases the bear hug and drops him to the cnvas, J.J. calls for the bell and the match ends. CL: He tapped out, damn. JH: Cracker jack wins, but Graver and Zesboca don’t seem to care. The brawl between Graver and Zesboca is still going on as security pour out to break it up! MA: Your winner! Via submission! CCCCCRRRRRRRRRRAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKEEERRRRRRJJJJAAACCCCCCKKKK!!!!! …Crackerjack just looks over at the brawl being broke up as Graver’s taken backstage, Zesboca’s held back but it’s tough for security. Crackerjack then makes his way backstage as does Zesboca being led by the security as Mr. Blond is just waking up, the camera goes to the commentary desk. We are found live backstage as the noise of the crowd fade out as we see basically an amateur camera-style take control as some movements don’t seem professional. We see a familiar table (well to those keeping up on FIW.com) in front of a familiar banner labeled “The Matt Impact Experience” as we see none other than Matt Impact in casual attire seated on a metal folding chair right behind the table in front of the big banner. Impact: Welcome to the real! Ladies and gentlemen, it has been awhile since I’ve spoken live on a ReVolt, and many have been taken back by my “new style” some people at FIW.com say “I’m turning a new leaf”. And for those of you who don’t this by now, I’d like to think I am. Letting out almost a sigh of relief or maybe tiredness, Impact continues. Impact: You see in all my years here in Full Intensity Wrestling, I’ve led by words and not by actions. I’ve let every emotion get in the way of things and I’m too tired to let it continue any longer. There is a set of belts that have eluded me for far too long, and that is the Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championship. Held by many great names in the past, but none so great in the recent future. I’ve taken almost a backseat to the Dual Crown Championship in recent months as I saw one following another as names like Ragin’, Remy Barteaux, and most recently Tier have their time in the sun only to fall short. I see now Toan doing the exact thing he shouldn’t be, and that’s destroying what little prestige the belt has left by defending it in unsanctioned match-ups. Well I’m sick of it! He brushes his hair back a bit, it appears to be getting long, longer than its really has been ever for Matt Impact, but not long-long, more of an uncut short hair, ya’ know? Impact: One after another I’ve seen many men pass me over for their time in the sun, and what did I ever get, two worthless title reigns that were seemingly handed to me because other wrestlers had other plans? Two tag title reigns that accomplished absolutely nothing but prove that Matt Impact is a singles competitor and not a good team player? And part of a stable the sworn to defeat The Revolution but did nearly the opposite… Red Cell was founded on a team looking to shine, looking to end Tier’s power hungry ways, but instead, we ourselves were led by a power hungry maniac who now holds the Dual Crown Championship. Ladies and gents, call this whatever you want, but this is The Matt Impact Experience, this is the true Matt Impact you are talking to today, time has ran up on me, I’m sick and tired of taking a back seat to these disrespectful up-and-comers and run-down has beens! You can see in Matt’s eyes, something there tells us the viewers this may truly be coming from the heart. Impact: Names like Sean Madrox and Maj Tahal come to mind, my opponents a little later tonight. One is a has been who runs his mouth more than anyone I know, the other is a disrespectful cocky young gun who thinks he already deserves a place in this business and in this company that I’ve help built. Folks, I’m not trying to be arrogant myself, but its time someone stood up and did something about it. I look back at the Dual Crown Championship history, and not one name sticks out as a true champion, one who is looked up to and respected by all. And no, I don’t plan to force myself onto you fans, if I become your favorite so fucking be it. If you still hate me, I can deal with that too. But I plan to lead by actions, lead by examples, and finally bring back what FIW deserves and has deserved for the longest time coming. I’m not here to play the “please love me and guide me to victory” card, and I’m not here to play the “fuck you I deserve the belt” card either, I’m here for one thing, and one thing only, my time to shine! And with all of you fans watching live and everyone here in Birmingham tonight, I will make it my duty to take this one step at a time and finally reach that top of the mountain, because I honestly feel the sky is the limit for Matt Impact, but the sky may soon be falling, but I’m prepared to do anything to pick that sky right back up again and put it where it belongs! The real, you want to know what the real is? A man by the name of Matt Impact will show you the real… you’re looking at it! We fade out from this scene as we go back to the announcer’s table to here a mixed reaction from the crowd. CM: What the hell is Matt Impact doing? The real, sounds like some gay shit to me! CL: Impact’s always been a pussy and always will be a pussy. Should’ve never went against The Revolution. JH: I don’t know what’s going on in Impact’s head recently, but this recent new outlook can only lead to positive things to come. CM & CL: Queer… |
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MA: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit. At first the arena is filled with the faint sound of chugging guitars. The music grows louder, building up into a faster more powerful rhythm. Lights begin to flash white and red as all attention turns to the entryway. [align=center]Just let me ask you, "Hey, have you heard of my religion?" It's called the church of hot addiction, and we believe that God is lust for everything.[/align] The two members of HARDCORE SEX appear at the entryway, posing for the fans. 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. [align=center]Because now... the time has come for your devotion, and you already got the motion. What I need to give it, just give it, give it to me I'm waiting, I'm waiting... Turn out the lights…[/align] 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. MA: On their way to the ring… at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds… Steve “The Emo Kid” Patterson… “Fierce” Felix Arroyo… They are… HARD! CORE! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXX!!! 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 ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. [align=center]Tonight I am the drug you can't deny! Tonight G.A.B.E. gonnna get you high! My light is electric![/align] Both men wait in the ring as their poppy rock theme fades out, Steve folding his arms and cracking his neck as Felix continues to work the crowd, shaking the ropes and dancing back and forth. [align=center]Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah… [/align] JH: Well, I never thought I’d say this but… Hardcore Sex making something of an impact among the new guys. CM: Not only are they tearing up the other rookies in tag team action, they’re doing so in style! Felix obviously has the same fashion adviser as I do, and I’m told Steve’s whiny pseudo-Bohemian behavior is quite popular with the kids. CL: What is this, amateur night? Hardcore Sex has just barely squeezed out victories against some of the talent that has debuted recently. Both Crackerjack and Drake Love took a run at these guys. Even with the many-armed Shiva, destroyer of worlds, these guys wouldn’t stand a chance against established FIW stars, which is why their opponents tonight are going to destroy them. The lights go down as thunder rolls in the distance and smoke fills up the cage. The thunder rolls again and the music picks up; the synthesised riff that signals the start of Rusty Nail and the coming of the Judo Sensei. The guitars arrive and the stage is split with lights and lasers and such like and a familiar voice fills the air, with uncharacteristically melodic singing. [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru, kawaranai yume ni...[/align] [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] The disappears in an explosion of pyro momentarily as the chorus hits, and when the debris finally settles, only a lonely warrior remains: Kiyoshi Nakahata, waving the smoke out of his face and pulling his hood right up over his head as he strides towards the ring, trying to keep the huge positive reaction from the crowd out of his mind as the chorus continues. MA: Their opponents… Introducing first, from Komachi City, Japan… At six feet one inches and two hundred and sixty pounds… KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYOOOOOOOOOHSHI NAKAHAAAAAAATAAAAA! [align=center]Doredake, namida wo nagaseba Anata wo, wasurerareru darou JUST TELL ME MY LIFE Doku made, aruite mitemo Namida de, ashita ga mienai...[/align] Over the PA, Daisuke holds the note out as long as is humanly possible, and then a little longer as Kiyoshi carries on his lonely way to the ring and ascends the steps to the apron. As he reaches a neutral corner from the outside, he faces the crowd, and takes his flag from under his half of the Tag Titles and throws it into the crowd. Carrying on along the apron to his own corner, and vaults onto the top, pulling his hood right back up as the lights come back up... JH: Kiyoshi seemed to think he was screwed last week when he was unsuccessful in the triangle tag match. He pinned Nightmare, but due to the fact that Grant Rice was the legal man, Rice was able to score the pin on Sean Madrox. To endure all the confusion and punishment of such a match and to be so close to victory, only to come up short… Kiyoshi can’t be happy. CL: That’s right. Felix and Steve will be entering into an all-new world of pain if they take the Judo Sensei lightly. Which I wouldn’t mind seeing, actually. CM: First Kiyoshi has to get along with his partner… The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] …The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. MA: And his partner… from Leamington Spa, England… weighing in at six feet six inches and two hundred and eighty-six pounds… ELLLLLLLLLLLRIIIIIIIIIICKKK! CM: Kiyoshi is actually teaming up with a man who will be challenging him for the FSC title at Anarchy in the UK! And while I’m not too fond of either of them, you have to wonder how they’re going to get along during this fight. JH: There is no doubt some tension there, although Kiyoshi has tried to sugarcoat it. Whenever there is a challenge to a championship looming on the horizon, it is sure to make for some true uneasiness. But I think these two men are big enough to put aside their differences to stop Hardcore Sex! CL: Maybe they should get some marriage counseling... CM: …What? CL: Sorry, I’m trying to run with the Valentine’s Day theme… Anyway, the match is starting! Things are already tense in the ring as Steve Patterson is staring down Kiyoshi Nakahata from opposing sides of the ring. Steve, tossing aside his dark blonde hair, glares intently into the stoic features of Kiyoshi, who simply glowers in return. The Truth comes up between the two men and with a wave of his hands… produces a pair of doves that fly into the air with beautiful song! He also calls for the bell. [align=center]DING! DING![/align] JH: A rather sentimental starter to this one thanks to The Truth. It looks like Steve and Kiyoshi both want to get into this right away. Steve has made it clear how he feels during Valentine’s Day and he’s ready to take that suffering – and that melodrama – out on Kiyoshi. CM: Hey, I don’t know much about judo, but I do know that crouching tiger, hidden dragon beats crying baby, slicing wrists. Steve and Kiyoshi begin to circle each other ring, leaning forward, their hands outstretched. They lock up and Kiyoshi quickly establishes himself as the much stronger of the two. Sweeping in, Kiyoshi clips Steve’s left leg and brings him down to the ground. CL: This is worst than when Doink the Clown tried out for the UFC… The grounding done, the pounding begins. Kiyoshi unleashes a barrage of fists on Steve’s head, but The Emo Kid raises his forearms to cover his face. Kiyoshi scrambles over his foe, keeping Steve under him. Holding Steve’s feet, Kiyoshi applies a headscissor submission. JH: Kiyoshi going to end this one early with the Dojime Sleeper? CM: Hey, it doesn’t have to be fancy if it’s effective. Bringing out the big guns early doesn’t dismay Steve, who is fighting to hang on. His head trapped between Kiyoshi’s legs, he begins to use his feet to propel him in a series of rolls around the ring, which of course forces Kiyoshi to roll as well. It doesn’t do any good, however, as Steve ends up no closer to the ropes. Kiyoshi does decide to switch moves, however, if only for the sake of not becoming dizzy again. He raises Steve to his feet by applying a standing armbar, hyperextending Steve’s elbow, before switching to a standard headlock takedown. Steve tries to capture Kiyoshi in a headscissors of his own, but Kiyoshi narrowly dodges it, and the two men resume their circling as the audience shows a smattering of appreciation for the exchange. JH: Well, Steve came out of that alive… at least. This time the pair lock up in a basic grapple that results in a stalemate. They begin sharing blows, with palm strikes, open chops and forearms flying left and right. Kiyoshi whips Steve into the ropes and shoots forward with a lariat, but Steve ducks and runs under it. On the way back Steve nails Kiyoshi with a dropkick to the knee. Kiyoshi falls on his back and Steve jumps forward, somersaults and lands back-first on the judo master. CL: Nice senton! He may shed more tears than Rose Kennedy ever did outside the ring, but Steve is showing off his agility in the ring. Moving back to his feet, Steve runs toward the ropes, hurdles on to the second rope and hits a moonsault. Kiyoshi rolls out of the way at the last moment, however, so Steve only connects with the canvas. Crawling quickly to his corner, he tags in Elrick, who bursts into the ring with a purpose. He stomps on Steve until The Emo Kid rolls over, exposing himself to a single leg crab hold. Elrick shows his war face, bending the leg intensely as Steve grits his teeth, bearing the pain. JH: Elrick putting the big hurt on Patterson, but one has to wonder… Can a single leg crab hold compare with the years of resentment, revulsion and rancor built up by countless failed relationships? CM: Um… No? Steve reaches the bottom rope and Elrick grudgingly lets go. Picking up his pathetic opponent, Elrick elbows Steve in the back several times before applying a front facelock, hooking his tights and lifting him vertically. Elrick then leaps into the air, driving Steve’s head to the canvas with added momentum. JH: Brainbuster DDT! But it looks like Arroyo is coming to save his hetero life partner! Indeed he is. The Fierce One has mounted a turnbuckle and flies toward Elrick with a cross body. But Elrick catches him with one arm across Felix’s torso, resisting the multiple elbows Felix drives into the side of his head. Elrick wraps his right arm around one thigh and the other arm around Felix’s waist, lifts him up, and them slams him down! JH: Brilliant modified sidewalk slam by Elrick! CM: Actually, Hitchen, they’re called pavement slams in England. They don’t have sidewalks here. You’re English! I’m surprised you don’t know that! CL: Bullshit! Where else do they find their prostitutes? Felix rolls out of the ring as Elrick returns his focus to Steve. Picking Steve up, Elrick lifts Steve for a powerbomb… but Steve falls backward and counters with a hurricanrana! Back on his feet, Steve bounces off the ropes again and hits a Lionsault on Elrick. After several stiff kicks to the head, Steve faces away from Elrick, backflips and hits a corkscrew leg drop across Elrick’s neck. JH: FACE DOWN! Patterson going for the pin! [align=center]1! 2! Elrick shoves Steve off with ease![/align] JH: Way too early for Steve to even think about putting a badass like Elrick away! CL: Being premature may explain why none of Steve’s relationships have lasted… Quite annoyed, Steve raises Elrick and whips him into his team’s corner. Tagging in Felix, the Hardcore Sex duo proceed to double team their opponent, driving hard kicks into his chest until he’s slumped over against the bottom turnbuckle. Kiyoshi runs in to help his ally, but Felix runs up to him and makes smooching noises in his direction, prompting Kiyoshi to back off. Steve comes up and nails Kiyoshi with a few forearms while Felix runs across the ring and hits a seated senton on Elrick, throwing in some pelvic thrusts. JH: Goldust-style Bronco Bustah! I really never thought that move was painful, but it certainly can’t be comfortable for Elrick. CL: I just hope Elrick is wearing protection! He doesn’t know where Felix has been! Felix grabs Elrick by his boots and drags him to the center of the ring. He runs back to the turnbuckle, goes to the top, jumps forward, executes a backflip in mid-air, and lands on Elrick with a tremendous splash! JH: PERFECT SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Now that is impressive! CM: The Birmingham fans seem to think so too, judging by their reaction! Felix soaks up the applause, blowing kisses to the crowd and flexing his muscles. He runs back to the turnbuckle, climbs up… but fails to notice Elrick getting back to his feet. Felix gets ready to jump again, but Elrick rushes over, takes hold of Felix’s legs and sits him on his shoulders. Taking Felix by the neck, Elrick sits out and spikes Felix’s head with a nasty clunk! JH: YES! CAREER SUICIDE! IT’S ALL OVER FOR THE FIERCE ONE! Dragging a thumb across his throat, Elrick tells the audience his intentions. Lifting Felix up, Elrick puts him in a fallaway slam position and then prepares to swing Felix off… But Steve stops him by crashing into the pair of them. Kiyoshi reciprocates the interference and he and Steve begin exchanging blows. The Truth tries to break them up by distracting them with card tricks, but they aren’t budging. Kiyoshi takes a running start and bounds off the ropes, looking for a lariat on Steve. But Steve drops to the ground and trips Kiyoshi with a drop toe hold… causing Kiyoshi to land face-first on Felix’s face… and the two lock in a kiss!!! JH: BY GOD HE DID IT! He stole a kiss from Kiyoshi Nakahata! CM: That’s what I call an illegal maneuver… Ugh. Kiyoshi cannot get back up and out of the ring fast enough, his face twisted into a mask of pure horror. Felix, now invigorated, rises to his feet and begins to hulk up. Steve and Felix share a nod and Steve moves to the turnbuckle while Felix picks up Elrick in a rear grapple. Hitting a bridging German suplex, Felix maintains the hold as Steve flies through the air and hits a missile dropkick on Elrick’s upper body. Felix holds the pin as The Truth begins to count the fall. [align=center]1! 2! ELRICK KICKS OUT!!![/align] JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! HE KICKED OUT OF THE HAPPY ENDING! Elrick dodged a bullet there! It’s like his love for Megan is forcing him to stay in this match no matter what! CM: …That’s just stupid. In pure shock, Hardcore Sex are speechless and stunned at missing what they assumed was victory in their grasp. Elrick and Kiyoshi drive home the reality of it, however, as they both run back in and start beating down on Felix and Steve. They throw Steve unceremoniously through the ropes and focus their attention on Felix, who is, after all, the legal man. Kiyoshi hits a simple snap suplex on him and Elrick immediately sits on his back and applies a chinlock. CL: El-“The-Iron-Sheik”-rick getting some revenge on Arroyo. CM: Here comes Kiyoshi off the ropes… Could these men really be working together as team despite the fact they will be opponents in a few weeks? It looks that way as Elrick keeps the Camel Clutch locked in as Kiyoshi fires forward with a dropkick aimed at Felix’s head… But at the last possible second Felix breaks the hold and lies limp, pushing Elrick forward and causing Kiyoshi’s feet to smack Elrick’s face instead! JH: NO! A botched double team move spells trouble for Elrick and Kiyoshi! Kiyoshi recognizes right a way what’s happened but before he can do a thing, Steve – standing outside the ring – reaches in and pulls Kiyoshi’s legs out from under him and drags him to the outside. The two men begin fighting as Felix gets to his feet, sees Elrick sprawled out and picks him up. Placing Elrick face up on his shoulders, Felix traps an arm and a leg as he falls to the side, dropping Elrick on his head! JH: FIERCE BOMB! FIERCE BOMB! It’s elementary from there. Felix covers, hooks the leg and The Truth counts. [align=center]1! 2! 3!!![/align] JH: It can’t be true… CL: Well, they said on Valentine’s Day that Kiyoshi and Elrick would be having Hardcore Sex… And it does look like they both just got fucked. The Truth calls for the bell and holds up Felix’s arm as Steve and Kiyoshi come back into the ring. Felix looks thrilled but Steve could not be less pleased with having succeeded at something. They work the crowd as Elrick is getting back up, groggy, and Kiyoshi is tending to him, trying to say something… perhaps an apology? But as soon as Elrick spots him he flies into a rage and starts shoving Kiyoshi! CM: Awww, the losers are arguing! I guess they really do need some marriage counseling, Conse! JH: I don’t think Kiyoshi meant to kick Elrick instead of Felix, but Elrick doesn’t seem to see it that way! Kiyoshi trying to calm the situation, but Elrick isn’t hearing it! Kiyoshi is clearly attempting to make peace, but Elrick continues shoving and shouting and Kiyoshi starts to get heated as well. Finally Elrick gives up on words and hits Kiyoshi with a sharp kick to the stomach. He bounces off the ropes and rushes at Kiyoshi with a lariat, but Kiyoshi counters and hits a uranage! JH: Kiyoshi adding insult to injury as he lays out Elrick! Kiyoshi walks out of the ring, leaving his partner and future opponent in pain. He looks back at what he’s done with a regretful look, however, apparently not happy with losing his cool. CL: These two aren’t done… Not by a long shot! CM: With all this action building up to Anarchy in the UK, I might even be able to stand watching Kiyoshi versus Elrick! JH: Hardcore Sex keep up their winning ways… Could a date with Revolution be next? And what will the fallout be between Kiyoshi and Elrick? Stay tuned as the hits keep coming on FIW ReVolt! We open on the fenced-in stage of ReVolt and Andrew W.K.'s tune, "Ready to Die". Bazztard steps out from the curtain with his mic in hand, jamming to the music and hamming it up to the fans before moving off to the side around the location of the announcer's cage. Bazztard: Hey once again, FIW faithful! It's your old buddy Bazztard here with some more FIW: NEXT! goodness! This week we saw Catt Cutting eliminated thanks to the votes of the fans... what will happen this week? The fans murmur with intrigue as Bazz pauses for breath. Bazztard: Well, I know ONE thing that's happening this week. Each of our potential wrestling superstars will cut a thirty-second promo. The subject? Recent Undisputed International Champion... Onikage! What if it was our contestants in Kailey Lane's place tonight? What if it was THEIR shot at the title? They've got thirty seconds each to quip a sound byte that'll send shivers down the spine of the masked madman. Up first? Ellllll PULPPPPO MALOOOOOO!!! El Pulpo Malo steps onstage with a mic in hand and nods to the fans. A little digital clock zooms into the bottom-right corner of our screen and up on the ReVoltrons. A little buzzer sounds and El Pulpo Malo launches into his schtick. Pulpo: Soy EL PULLLPO MALO!!! Onikage! You have no hope! I will kick you swiftly in the head, and... you will... suffer at the hands of the beast! The tentacles of Great Cthulhu will wrap around your body and squeeze until your lungs burst forth from your chest! You have no hope of survival against EL PULPO MALLOOOO!!!! [align=center]BEEEP!![/align] Bazztard: Well, that's the buzzer. Spirited attempt, Pulpo! Bazztard claps and El Pulpo Malo takes a small bow and moves to the side. Bazztard: Why don't we bring out the next young hopeful... JINNGLEEZZZ! Jingles hops out from behind the curtain with a flourish, prompting a pop from Juggalos in the crowd. The timer begins, and so does Jinglez. Jinglez: What the fucking FUCK, Oni-bitch!? Your shit is so stale every time you speak, fuckin' COBWEBS shit out your mouth! I'ma bring the WICKED SHIT down on your sorry bigotty bitch-ass! Straight edge, mother fucker? I'LL show you a straight edge! The straight edge of my MOTHA FUCKIN' HATCHET! I'ma take yo title-- [align=center]BEEEP!![/align] Bazztard: Aaaand that's the buzzer! I think we just lost our sponsorship from Gramma Smith's Kiddie Cookies with that speech... Jinglez: Man, FUCK cookies! Bazztard: Hey now. No need to lash out against baked goods, here. You had your turn on the mic, and now we donate it to... BIG! DADDY! ACIIIIIID!! The Big Daddy himself steps onstage with his mic, nodding confidently. BDA: I'm ready. Bazztard: Awesome. Let's get this show on the road! The timer clicks back to thirty, then begins the countdown! BDA: Onikage! I've been around the block more than once and I'm hip to your bullshit! You think you're so fuckin' high and mighty because you hide behind a mask? Because you do creepy shit you can't even remember? Well I'm here to tell you that I'm the ACID that'll melt your BRAI-- [align=center]BEEEP!![/align] Bazztard: Ouch. Second cutoff of the night. Sorry, Daddy. Big Daddy Acid looks irritated with himself and tosses the mic as he moves to stand with the others. Bazztard: OK, kids, I know you're gonna love the next contestant. He's built up quite the fanbase on the FIW.com forums... Already a small clutch of fans cheer wildly, which causes Bazztard to grin and calm them down with a wave of his hand. Bazztard: Chill out, chill out. Let's get him out here first... GOG! EEEEARRRRRTHBEAARRRDD!!! The short, burly man steps out from the curtain and his little fan club EXPLODES!! He puts his grinning bearded face to the mic. Gog: Thank'ee, thank'ee. Bazztard: All right, Gog... get ready! Get set! GO!! Gog: Onikoggy! Ah've heard a lot about ye, but ah cannae believe any of it is true! A sickening, dishonorable scourge like ye finds himself to have more repsectability than everyone else? Disgusting! Me forefathers slayed more upstanding things in the great mines of me home under Nova Scotia! Gog ends his last sentence by spitting the word "Scotia" as the buzzer rings. [align=center]BEEEP!![/align] Bazztard: Nice work, Gog! Gog: Thank'ee, Bastard! Gog nods and moves to stand with the rest of those who've already cut a promo, his little fan club bowing to him as though he were Ric Flair. Bazztard: All right, hey! Who's next? ... no pun intended... Frank walks onstage, peering around his shoulders and finally deciding to stare cryptically at a fan holding a sign that reads "DON'T DO IT, FIW!" with a picture of Tier and the Undertaker and a "does not equal" sign between them. Bazztard: OK! Frank! Let it fly! The timer begins, but Frank says nothing. He just stares at the fan. Bazztard: Uh... clock's tickin', Frank. Anything to say about Onikage? His eyes flit to Bazztard, staring for a few seconds before parting his lips. Frank: Onikage will find himself at the feet of those he has spat upon. He'll share company with one... two... three men he hates. And one of your number... He turns to his comrades gathered to the side of the stage. Frank: ... will cross the pond and find your dreams. The fates are noisy... ... Frank... knooooowws. [align=center]BEEEP!![/align] Bazztard: ... cryptic. Um... thanks. Frank paces away and joins the rest. Wendigo is the next person to grace the stage, breath hissing between his filed-down teeth. Bazztard: ... ... hey! There's Wendigo! Why don't you lay somethin' gold on us, there, Wendigo? The timer begins and Wendigo lets fly with a roar that eats up about ten seconds. Wendigo: I DON'T NEEEED empty threats and high-brow words! And they don't mean a damn in the match, either! ONIKAGE! I'm going to tear your arms off and drink your blood! I'm going to throw you around that ring like nobody's ever MANHANDLED YOU... until the PAIN in my soul is ETCHED ON YOUR CORPSE!! [align=center]BEEEP!![/align] Bazztard: NICE! I'm now literally scared to walk past the NEXT! locker room later. Thanks, Wendigo! Wendigo moves with the rest of his colleagues and looms there, and just as soon Azazel struts out onstage. Azazel: Can we get this over with, mortal? I've work to do... Bazztard: Of course... um... your lordship. By all means! The buzzer sounds as Azazel sighs. Azazel: Once again I am forced to grace you pathetic masses in a bid to make my domination of this competition seem more unbiased and fair. Foolish. I will have complete dominion over the souls of these pitiful athletes before the year is out... then my rise to power shall truly begin! I am told the first in my path is the rot-faced Onikage. His soul is tainted... but it will make a fine appetizer. [align=center]BEEEP!![/align] Bazztard: Y'know, if you weren't blue, I'd have a hard time believing all the soul-stealing bullshit. But the fact remains that you are, indeed, blue. And you have elf ears. And glowing eyes. And-- Azazel: I am quite aware of my appearance, mortal! Still your breath and continue this charade! Bazztard: Jeeze... touchy much? All right, well you won't have long to wait. The final contestant... s... The Green Dragon! And! Jason Eppleigh! They step onstage and the timer starts almost immediately. Jason: Greetings and salutations boys and girls and welcome to the fine FIW program tonight! I trust you've brought your barf bags, 'cuz you'll be fuckin' puking with amazement as my boy Green Dragon here SMOKES that Kentucky-fried turkey, Onikage. He's got everything Oni's got and more... awesome moves, a green mask, a sick-ass ugly face under the mask... Dragon stops posing and glares at Jason for a second. Jason: ...he's got it all friends! So bask in his glory! BREATHE it in! [align=center]BEEEP!![/align] Bazztard: Well, what a great closing promo to this week's leg of NEXT! Don't forget to log onto FIW.com, see R.T. Cutting, El Bombastico, and Twitchy's thoughts... vote for your favorite! And ESPECIALLY Don't forget to stop by next week and every day until then on FIW.com for the next part of the tourney! You're gonna LOVE it! 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| Crimson Shards | Feb 15 2007, 04:15 AM Post #5 |
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MA: The following contest is an Triple Threat Elimination Match. [align=center] [/align]The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Attack” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and red strobe lights begin to flicker on and off. [align=center]I WON'T SUFFER, BE BROKEN GET TIRED, OR WASTED SURRENDER TO NOTHING I'LL GIVE UP WHAT I STARTED AND STOPPED IT FROM END TO BEGINNING A NEW DAY IS COMING AND I AM FINALLY FREE[/align] MA: Introducing first, from Fairfield, Connecticut; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Forty Five pounds The Phenomenal One; Sean… MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADROOOOOOOOOXXXXXXX!!!!!! The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right. He begins to walk down the steel steps admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as he flips off the crowd. [align=center]RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY I’LL ATTACK RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY GO CHANGE YOURSELF RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY NOW I’LL ATTACK I’LL ATTACK, I’LL AA WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/align] Sean reaches the apron and he jumps up on it looking at both sides, then he flips over the top rope into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles and he once again taunts his infamous ‘X’ as the crowd continues with jeers. He then removes his sleeveless hoodie and waits for his opponent. The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a white spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to get up on their feet, throw up their middle fingers, boo the holy hell, and basically do all they can do as a crowd to boo one of the biggest pompous assholes there is!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact wearing his usual wrestling attire and t-shirt over his sweaty body sporting the latest logos, and as soon as Impact steps foot out of the curtain and onto the concrete stage the crowds boos somehow manage to grow louder. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] MA: And his first opponent, from Staten Island, New York, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Eighty Six pounds… Matt…. IIIIIIMPAAAAAAAAAAACTTTT!!! Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd as on the sides of the camera you can see fans sticking their arms over the fencing as long as possible to get their middle finger seen on camera pointing at the arrogant Impact. He just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he walks up the steel steps, walking across the black FIW logo apron to the center before entering the ring over the black middle rope. [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his right fist into his chest before kissing it and lifting it into the air as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle, to that, the crowd responds with more middle fingers and boos, he then hops off the second turnbuckle, and moves to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way grabs off his t-shirt and then comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the lights turn on and he grabs his dropped t-shirt and taunts the crowd by pretending to throw it at them, but smirks as he hands it to a ring official outside the ring. He then goes to the nearest corner leaning against it fixing his trunks, pads, and boots and stretching out a bit before the match. 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. [align=center]Ding, Ding![/align] CM: I bet you’re loving this, Conse, Red Cell being forced to fight each other. CL: Strangely, no. It means I’ve got to watch these three in a match. Together. And not being beaten up by anyone good. If anything, I’d have thought this was your wet dream, Martin. CM: Hey, you’re right, this is the greatest thing to happen in an FIW ring in months! You two can go take a break, I can call this one. JH: Is that a fact? Apparently, it is, as we get this match going, with Matt Impact asserting a little bit of control in the early going by chopping both of his opponents, firmly across the chest, at the same time. Both Tahal and Madrox look at each other, before responding in kind, in stereo. The second coming of Jimmy Jacobs looks down at his chest, probably admiring his abs, and the utter lack of damage that the two have caused, before attempting to crack the two’s heads together. CM: *Gasps* Duck! Only one of the two listens and Sean Madrox gets met with Matt Impact’s incoming and empty palm. Furious that Tahal escaped, Impact levels Madrox with a lariat, before turning his attention to the IMD, and is slightly bemused to find The Hand of Friendship extended to him. CM: A stirring display of pure gentlemanliness, don’t you think Jon? I mean you’d know, being English and all, and the English being famed for their manners and stuff. JH: If I actually believed either man was capable of “Gentlemanliness” perhaps I might, like any other civilised person, be able to appreciate it. Hitchen was right on the mark. The very first thing impact does as his fingers close around Maj’s hand is Power-slam him right on top of Madrox. This proves to be no more than a mild inconvenience to the Panthera and slightly more than that for Madrox. Maj Tahal seems slightly annoyed by this state of affairs, shouting at Impact about friendship, and loyalty; mostly just so he can get so room to drop Impact with the Shakti. CM: Beautiful teamwork here, using their stablemate to inflict damage onto the common enemy. JH: Are we watching the same match here, Chip? I see two rivals trying to take two birds out with one stone. CM: This is to do with your weird way of saying Tomato, and stuff, isn’t it? JH & CL: … It’s now Impact’s turn to be incensed, unleashing the fearsome Impact Strike Rush upon Maj, who ducks, bobs, and manages to avoid just about all of it, until his head gets grabbed for a Headbutt, and deftly counters it with a Monkey Flip. CM: Yay! Go Maj! JH: Weren’t you just cheering for Impact? CM: Yes, yes, yes; it’s all a rich tapestry. And thus, Sean Madrox decides to make his return to the match, mostly by being Speared out of his boots. CM: And you know what? I can’t remember what he calls that. CL: It doesn’t bother you that you should? CM: Nope. I don’t know what he calls this stretchy thing either. The Spear is the Bhaia and ‘this stretchy thing’ is the Shudda. Matt Impact joins in by pressing his boot on Maj’s chest and pushing him back, adding to the hold, but irritating Maj… [align=center]Ding, Ding![/align] MA: Sean Madrox has been Eliminated! CM: That was nice of Matt, wasn’t it? The second fall of the match begins with Maj letting go of his Shudda and promptly getting stamped right down, so referee gets to count the first pinfall of the match! [align=center]One! Maj Counters!![/align] He does this by grapevining the leg on his chest, rolling backwards, taking Impact down and tying up his legs in an Indian Deathlock. Impact breaks it in the only way he knows how: Brute Force. Maj rolls away, where the General is waiting with a towel to wave at him and cool him down, give him time to collect his thoughts and stuff. It seems to work; Mark Jackson doesn’t want Impact stomping in on someone sitting down, and Impact listens until he gets bored of the wait, which isn’t very long, and soon he charges in like the proverbial bull in the proverbial china shop, laying the boots in, until the General complains at him, loudly and in a foreign language. In the time it takes him to get belted off the apron, Maj recovers enough to roll Impact up! [align=center]One! Two!! Three??? Impact Powers Out at the Last Possible Moment!!![/align] Taking the initiative, Maj goes for a Crucifix Roll-up before Impact regains his bearings. Too late, he already has, hefting the IMD up onto his shoulders, Fireman’s Carry style, but as he goes to throw him out for the Head On Collision, Maj manages to turn it into an Armdrag! JH: Can someone get us an ambulance in here? I think Chip Martin is going into Cardiac Arrest! CL: [Into mobile phone:] Hello, operator? I’d like the number of an Undertaker’s please. CM: Hey, I’m not dead, or even dying until after this match! And as he says that, his broadcast partners curse under their breath. Maj tries to keep the pace high, mostly to keep Impact off balance, put gets pressed up, up, up and slammed right back down, onto Impact’s knee, before he’s lacksidaisically covered. [align=center]One! Two!! Maj gets a Shoulder Up![/align] Spurred into action by his friend’s distress, the General gets up onto the apron once more, pacing up and down as he ponders his plan of attack. In the end, Impact makes the final decision for him by chasing him down, and a round; the General - obviously coming from the “The Best Defence is a Good Escape” school of military thinking – runs like hell away. Bemused, Impact stands on the apron, watching Kumar Singh get chased around the ringside area seemingly by his own shadow, leaving himself open to eat the corner of the apron as the Indian of Mass Destruction hits a Bulldog, landing on the outside, and slapping the General as he comes back around. JH: What in God’s name is going on here? Can’t we just have a wrestling match? CL: Oh, did no-one tell you? Chip Martin is the new director of “What Wrestling Matches Are” these days. CM: I am? In that case, I demand a Slingshot Senton, for this to continue to be a wrestling match. As the song goes “What God wants, God gets, God help us all.” Maj obliges Chip after rolling Matt back into the ring [with the help of the General] and goes for an immediate pinfall. [align=center]One! Two!! Impact Kicks Out!![/align] Since the high tempo is clearly the way to deal with the bigger man, Maj goes immediately to Suplex him up, with the intention of dropping him with a Sit Out Side Slam type of thing. Exactly what the Bolta is, eludes me right now, but really doesn’t matter, as the Suplex lift is blocked, and Maj is thrown for Impact’s own Suplex. That’s the plan, but Maj lands behind it, on his feet, and spikes the giant with the… CM: Hua Hui Hia Ha Hai!!!! [align=center]One! Two!! Two and Three Quarters!!![/align] Tahal takes up a front chancery, but just gets thrown up into the air, swung out, driven down… CM: In a beautifully, phenomenally awesomely great display of power, gets… CL: Head On Collision! Now get the fuck over it, Martin! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!! Ding, Ding, Ding!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner… Matt. IIIIIIIIIIMMMMPAAAAAAACCCTTTTT!!!!! CM: I’ll see you two in a little bit… I have to go change my trousers now. JH & CL: … CM: What? I spilt my drink on them! We get treated to a little more Disturbed, as Maj and the General leave, slightly subdued, although these things never last. Matt Impact hangs around, on the turnbuckles and such, gesticulating to his waist line that there’s room for a certain pair of Title Belts there, shouting at the camera about Toan, and various threats, and promises… Cutting away from ringside the camera fades into a scene that looks like some thing out of those cheesy 70s dating shows. The entire set is made up of various shades of pinks and hearts for the most part. Amongst these is a bright pink chair with the back in a giant heart shape, with Extreme Ninja #2 sitting in it. Ninja shuffles his feet in a embarrassed manner as he sits in the chair with the Flycore title on his shoulder. ???????: We’re almost ready folks. The camera pans to the side a bit to reveal the infamous FIW interviewer, Rebecca Hunter. She’s decked out in a similar Valentine’s Day themed skimpy outfit and a smirk on her red lips. Rebecca: Tonight FIW Management with agreement from Extreme Ninja #2 will be giving away a nice little prize to one FIW roster member. Randomly a name shall be selected to get a FIW Flycore title shot next week here on ReVolt! Hunter nods her head firmly and walks in her high heels over to the chair and the champion. She places a hand on his shoulder and the second generation Extreme Ninja only looks even more nervous from it. Rebecca: And Ninja will be drawing the name, it could be any one folks! It could be Momoko Wakari or Seth Silverstein or Xtreme Kitten or Kailey Lane or Graver or heck, even another champion! A playfully evil intention dances across her smirk and she nudges Extreme Ninja #2 with her elbow. Rebecca: Elrick could finally get lucky for once on Valentine’s Day too. The interviewer snorts a laugh and giggles devilishly at her nasty joke and Ninja just tilts his head to the side. After she finishes her giggling she looks towards the Flycore Champion, noticing he isn’t laughing. Rebecca: Don’t you get it, Elrick could get lucky? It’s a play on words, ya know, me saying he doesn’t get any… Extreme Ninja #2 shakes his head slowly in disbelief in what he’s gotten thrown into as the camera cuts away back to ringside… |
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| Crimson Shards | Feb 15 2007, 04:16 AM Post #6 |
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JH: I honestly can’t believe I’ll be calling the match we are about to see again. CM: Why, did you think you’d have been dead by now? CL: More like canned from the company. JH: Actually, I meant I never thought I’d never have the chance to call these two locking up again. CM: Oh, that’s less cool and depressing. CL: Just don’t start crying in joy when Kailey becomes a double title holder tonight. JH: If she does manage to do such a thing, I can’t make any promises about that Conse as it’ll be quite the emotional moment. CM: Emotional? This is wrestling; it is about bashing each other’s brains in, not feelings and sensitive stuff! CL: For once, I agree with Chip, grow a pair Hitchen. MA: Ladies and gentlemen this is the scheduled semi-main event of this edition of ReVolt and is set for one fall to a finish. It has been granted a thirty minute time limit and your referee for this contest shall be Richard Kelly! "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd as she moves to her corner. CM: My only regret in life is the fact that she stopped wearing the chaps before I started seeing her matches live… CL: Can you at least try and not act like a fucking pervert? JH: Our reigning co-tag team champ has a demon from her past tonight that she can finally put to rest. CM: …Richard Kelly? CL: He’s talking about Onikage you dip shit, and heh, nice reference Bitchen, demon, real clever. JH: Well some one has to bring some intelligence to these proceedings Constance. A soft yet haunting tune begins to play over the P.A. system as a man’s voice rings out… [align=center]”Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer”[/align] The lights become a soft blue as the soft yet haunting tune slowly becomes distorted and it takes a few moments for it to clear up. Once it does, it sounds like it has seemingly transited from one melody to another as a new man’s voice sings. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet…[/align] As soon as the last word is uttered the music picks up and the quick paced yet harmonic song “Simple Survival” kicks in. The ReVolTron springs to life with various images of Onikage’s in-ring career as well as various disturbing and distorted images. Jeers shower the arena from the fans packing it as they await the arrival of the man. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet… The shadow within me… Gonna lead the revival… No Simple Survival for me[/align] Within the sea of humanity a small reaction from people on the bottom level occurs, many of them trying to make it to a center point within the sea. Slowly a figure becomes visible in with all of these FIW fans, a figure that is getting a heated welcome. The enigmatic masked man pushes his way through them, making it to the fencing. He leaps over it and slides into the ring, the Savior of Sorrow soaking in all of this hatred. Onikage sits in the corner as he leans his head back against the middle turnbuckle, the FIW Undisputed International Championship around his waist. CL: Luck has been on this fucker’s side for far too long, he made it past Xtreme Kitten and Maj Tahal, tonight is the night this reign ends! JH: I don’t like the man, but I respect his determination to not be considered any thing less than a fighting champion. CM: Bah, his dream of outshining Kitten’s reigns is never happening. CL: At this rate, I’d agree, since he is stupidly putting the belt on the line week in and week out, it’s going to catch up to him and- JH: -Hopefully it’s tonight? Is that what you were going to say Conse? CM: Speaking of growing a pair… Michael Anderson and Richard Kelly wave both wrestlers to come towards the center of the ring now. Kailey cautiously looks at the reigning champion in his corner for a moment before tentatively walking towards the center. Onikage simply pushes his body up and undoes his championship belt, pulling it from his waist as he walks forward. MA: Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Nashville, Tennessee and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty seven pounds and standing at five feet and eight inches…She’s the reigning co-FIW Tag Team Champion of the World…SHE! IS! KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY LLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNE~!!! Birmingham’s fans applaud and cheer on the southern belle, getting a nod and smile acknowledging their support from her. MA: And introducing the reigning champion…He hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds and standing in at six feet and two inches…He is the reigning FIW Undisputed International Champion…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAGE~!!! Birmingham’s fans shift their cheers to jeers and various insults, Onikage simply acknowledging their disdain by looking out at them as he hands the title belt over. Kelly explains the rules to the two of them as quickly as he possibly can. After they both say they understand the referee calls for the two to shake each other’s hands. Onikage extends his hand slowly and Kailey looks at it for a few seconds…before reluctantly accepting it and shaking it. JH: A little bit of sportsmanship is never a bad thing to see in FIW. CM: Yes it is. CL: I don’t mind as long as Kailey takes the freak’s head off in this match now. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: And we are under way folks! CM: This better be more entertaining than Onikage’s last defense. CL: We’ll know in a few seconds if that’s the case. The challenger attempts to release the hand shake when the bell sounds but the champion holds onto it tightly. Before Kailey can question such an action the bigger wrestler throws her towards the ropes. Not waiting for her to come back to him, Onikage bolts right after her towards the ropes. As she springs off of the ropes the Savior of Sorrow throws out a lariat that she ducks under and keeps running to the other side’s ropes. CM: Well that was kind of cool she ducked the arm thingie. CL: For Tier’s sake, you’re worse than Sybil on a good day! JH: I’m not sure which will get the advantage here as they are both hitting the ropes. CM: Probably the one that hits the other. CL: …I’m going to punch you in the eye. JH: I wouldn’t broadcast that threat on television if I were you Constance, if for nothing else, legal reasons after the assault. Both bounce of their respective sides of the ropes and charge back at one another, this time it is Kailey’s turn to try and get the advantage with a jumping shoulder block. Which the masked oddity avoids and at the same exact time the two shift their direction. Due to having longer legs the Straight Edge Artist cuts the southern belle to the punch, or kick, in this instance. His yakuza kick almost takes the tag champ’s head off and sends her crashing against the canvas. CL: Fuck! JH: Onikage connected fully with that yakuza kick! CM: Yeesh, at this rate Kailey’s face isn’t going to be so pretty any more. CL: Yes, because that’s all that matters about woman, a pretty face…Fuck you Chip. JH: While I don’t think that’s the only thing that matters about a woman, I doubt Kailey would be happy if her face got disfigured. CM: I know there’s more to a woman than just her face! There’s that wonderfully plump bottom too! Quickly the champion tries to capitalize on his foe being down, lifting his leg up and driving his boot back down in a garbage stomp aimed at the skull. Narrowly the FIW Diva avoids the attack and Onikage tries it again, with the same results. Perhaps losing his cool a bit, the Savior of Sorrow starts unleashing them at rapid fire pace. Amazingly Miss Lane manages to tuck and roll out of each one’s way until she makes it to the ropes where Richard tells Onikage to back off. JH: If you blinked you would’ve missed that the action was going so quickly! CM: That went so fast it gave me a bit of a headache. CL: Aww, poor baby. JH: Though it was a smart move for Kailey to go to the ropes. CM: Why’s that? CL: Because it stops the freak from getting much momentum and preventing him from crushing her skull? Carefully she gets back up to her feet before exiting the safety of the ropes and rushes right at the masked oddity. Predictably the UIC bends forward to flip her over him but instead she jumps into the air. She comes down across his back with a double axe handle, nailing the Kailey Klub. As he arches his back and groans in pain from it she flips her body over his and quickly rolls him up into a sunset flip! CM: Alright! Crazy flippity stuff! CL: It’s called the sunset flip, and she delivered her trademark Kailey Klub right before it! [align=center]1![/align] JH: I’m not sure how wise it was to try a pin fall this early into the match, but, then again, Onikage used the same method more or less and beat Maj last week! CM: …Don’t remind me. [align=center]2![/align] CL: Come on, three, three, three, three, count the god damn three! JH: Could Onikage’s title reign end on the second defense?! [align=center]THR-NO! KICK OUT![/align] CM: It was too good to be true. CL: Fucking incompetent pretty boy referee. Rolling over and right up onto his knees Onikage tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head, though not before getting a hopping front dropkick to the face by Kailey! The FIW Undisputed International Champion tumbles over his own body and tries to scramble up to his feet. When he gets to his feet he is met with a spinning roundhouse kick that sends him staggering back, and a Kailey pushes off the canvas to continue the combo! Which the southern belle nails in the form of a crescent kick, wrapping up Tornado Alley! CL: Tornado Alley leaves the sheep fucker staggering! JH: She is showing why she has held as many championships in FIW as she has! CM: All this kick themed attacks is annoying, I want brawling, not ballet. CL: If you don’t like it, don’t fucking comment then. JH: I have to agree, we may very well be seeing the beginning of the end for Onikage, so please be quiet. CM: Hmph, ingrates. Not letting him even catch his breath Lane bursts forward and sends him further back and up against the ropes with a spinning leg lariat! She hurries back up to her feet and runs right at him again like a bullet train, only he ducks. This time he does send her over him and out onto the apron, but Kailey lands on her feet! Quickly she grabs a hold of his head from behind and flips in over him hitting a modified ace crusher! JH: Ace crusher from the outside! Ace crusher from the outside! CM: That thing looked like a neckbreaker cutter to me. CL: That’s because it is, Hitchen is using it’s original name. JH: Also it’s known as the diamond cutter and ace cutter. CM: Whoa, too much knowledge for my brain to handle all at once… CL: I think you broke him Hitchen. FIW’s southern belle releases her hold on his head and floats over on top of him, sitting up and quickly pulling his head up, bending him slightly. The English fans cheer on as she snatches his arm and interlocks his with hers around his neck, locking in Southern Discomfort! Richard Kelly cautiously kneels in front of the two as he checks on Onikage, asking him if he wants to submit. Kailey wrenches as far back as she can as she continues to sit on his back with the hold locked in. CM: I don’t think I’ve ever seen her lock it in that way before. CL: Yeah, it’s a sitting version of her Southern Discomfort, which is understandable. JH: Indeed it is Conse, it is no easy feat a woman of her size lifting up a man of his size after all. CM: Sssh, you two hush up! I don’t want to miss it if he says I quit! CL: I’m looking more forward to him tapping out! JH: Kailey Lane does hold a victory over him with this very submission, so it could be possible! Idly the Straight Edge Messiah shakes his head negative the best he can while in the hold, showing that he isn’t ready to submit. With a bit of work he manages to wiggle backwards a bit and much to the fans’ disappointment, he gets his leg on the ropes. Instantly Richard Kelly calls for Kailey Lane to release the hold and starts his count to get her to let it go. A tad reluctantly, she let’s go of it and stands up, backing away from the champion to let him get up. CL: Fuck! She almost had it too! JH: That was a close one for the champion. CM: If only, if only he hadn’t managed to get to those ropes for a few more seconds. CL: We would’ve had a new champion, and a champion I wouldn’t hate to see wrestle. JH: I certainly could have more respect for that champion than our current one. CM: Meh, I don’t really like either of them that much, but, if I had to choose, Kailey is definitely the lesser evil. The Savior of Sorrow slowly gets to his feet as the southern belle races away from him and to the other side of the ring’s ropes. She barrels back towards and leaps into the air, soaring through it and looking for a flying lariat. Instead the masked oddity hooks her arm and drives her down onto his knee back first with the Spinal Shock backbreaker! Quickly he wraps his hand around her throat and lifts her back up, nailing the xXx backbreaker to add insult to injury! JH: Good lord! Onikage just nailed the Spinal Shock and xXx right in a row! CM: Crap! She should’ve stayed on him and not give him the chance to regroup! CL: Don’t fucking worry, there’s still a chance he’s going fucking down! JH: It’s not over until it’s over guys, Kailey still has a chance to rebound! CM: I guess you’re right, just, darn it, I hate seeing that freak get any offense. CL: I just fucking hate that fucker breath, let alone any thing else. Amazingly the Straight Edge Messiah lifts Lane back up to her feet a second time and whips her towards the ropes, sending her running. She returns and he looks for a lariat, but she reverses it, locking in a crucifix and looking for the Southern Cross! But Onikage just viciously throws his body weight back and hits a modified Samoan drop on her! Quickly he rolls the two of them over and locks in For Whom the Bell Tolls on Kailey, and despite her best efforts, she taps out and Richard Kelly calls for the bell! CM: No! Not again! CL: Fucking hell! JH: That’s sadly it folks! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] CM: I can’t believe he retained again! CL: Lord, why do you fucking mock me so?! JH: I suppose we know for whom the bell tolls tonight. MA: Your winner by submission and STILL FIW Undisputed International Champion…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! ”Simple Survival” starts over the sound system as the Savior of Sorrow releases his signature hold and pushes Lane’s limp body off of him. He rolls up to a knee and Kelly raises his arm in victory much to the dismay of the Birmingham fans. As they shower him with jeers Richard hands him the championship and he gets to his feet. Onikage slings the title belt over his shoulder and stares down at his fallen foe for a moment before heading to the back. CL: Fucking brilliant… JH: Another successful title defense for the Undisputed International Champion, who will it be that dethrones Onikage? CM: Ugh, hopefully some thing up next is better than that…wait a tic, there is! Ragin’ and Kitten! Yay! For the second time tonight the camera cuts away from the ringside are and to the incredibly tacky Valentine’s Day set. Rebecca Hunter is standing beside a small table holding a metal container full of slips of paper by the looks of it. On the other side of the table is the still slightly embarrassed looking Extreme Ninja #2. By her giggling and his shaking of his head, it seems the camera faded in just after another one of Miss Hunter’s jokes. Rebecca: Now it is the moment of truth ladies and gentlemen! The drawing of the name that shall win FIW’s sweet Valentine’s Day gift! She turns her attention to the metal container and Extreme Ninja #2, who just keeps staring into the camera. As a few moments with nothing happening passes Hunter starts tapping her foot and gets impatient. Rebecca: You can draw a name now! Her sudden jump in her voice startles Ninja and he looks towards her, who looks back at him in annoyance. Silently EN #2 coughs into his hand and stretches his hand’s fingers before reaching into the metal container. He fishes around a bit, trying to decide on which one to bring back up, eventually he does so. In a excited manner Rebecca Hunter snatches the piece of the paper from him and turns back to the camera. Rebecca: And the winner is! …Shaun Wilson? Really? She looks towards FIW’s Flycore Champion and then the camera man for confirmation. After both confirm the name she shrugs her shoulders lightly. Rebecca: Whatever, any ways, tune in next week when Extreme Ninja #2 puts his FIW Flycore Championship on the line against Shaun Wilson! In an attempt to be seductive, she leans forward in her low cut top and smirks playfully at the camera and the viewers watching it. Rebecca: You wouldn’t dare miss it. She winks suggestively and blows a kiss before the camera cuts back to the ringside area for the main event. |
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| Crimson Shards | Feb 15 2007, 04:17 AM Post #7 |
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| Crimson Shards | Feb 15 2007, 04:19 AM Post #8 |
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CL: And yet another main event to be stricken from the records… whoop-de-do. CM: So? Just because it’s not official doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy Toan and Prime pasting the shit out of those no-talent should-have-been-abortions. JH: Hey, watch your language… nevertheless folks, we can assume that this will not be a very pretty match given the history between these competitors. CM: Except Prime, of course… The house lights drop, immediately sending the crowd into a frenzy as they know EXACTLY who's on their way.. [align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..." RISE![/align]. As one, the crowd LEAPS to their feet, all of them throwing 'R' signs into the air as the lights all over the arena begin to blaze and strobe maniacally to the thunder known as 'Damage Done' by Mushroomhead. Nightmare steps out onto the stage, coat drifting behind him, and Grant Rice follows him out a moment later, both raising the 'R' handsign to the crowd on opposite sides of the ramp, the theme song barely being heard over the noise. MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! ON THEIR WAY TO THE RING, AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 523 POUNDS, GRANT RICE AND NIGHTMARE, THEY ARE...THE! RRRRRRRRRRREVOLUUUUUUTION! [align=center]Get the hammers high! Get in line to get fucked up! Get the hammers high! Get fucked up![/align] They converge at the center of the stage and head down the ramp, Nightmare tagging hands with the fans as Grant just heads straight for the ring, stopping at the apron to wait for Nightmare to reach him and slide underneath the ropes before entering the ring himself. He goes up on the turnbuckle, beckoning the crowd to shower the Revolution with their praise as Nightmare riles up the crowd on the other turnbuckle as only he can, taunting, flexing and such like. As soon as the chorus hits they begin screaming the lyrics with the song and the crowd, both holding up both hands in the 'R' handsign. [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] They drop off the buckle and meet in the center of the ring, speaking with each other quietly as the music and lights fade away, leaving the crowd at a fevered pitch and ready for war. CL: Well, at least it’s not as long as he old entrances… music is OK as well. CM: Huh… someone’s enthusiasm have been curbed lately… CL: Fuck you, it’s the end of the show… JH: Settle down, children… 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. CL: The Evolution Of Evil, eh? If God decided to evolve Evil into Prime, he must have grossly overestimated his ability. CM: Ehh?!? JH: Oscar Wilde, Chip… look him up on the Internet. The infamous quote from Christian Bale's role in American Psycho is heard around the arena... [align=center]"The pain is constant and sharp... and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact... I want my pain to be inflicted on others..."[/align] The tunes of “New Age Messiah” by Sentenced sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Hardcore Jesus walks threw the curtains with the FIW Duel Crown Championship strap on his shoulder and his mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado decked in a sleeveless striped referee’s shirt, alongside him Toan stands on the top of the walkway, looking out at the people in attendance with an apathetic scowl… before raising his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the stage to erupt! As they then die down the Deathmatch Bastard lowers his arms and walks down the walkway, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur or threat as LOBO follows nearby… advising possible lawsuits as a result of Toan make good of his threats aren’t good for company image along the way. LOBO takes his position in a neutral corner as Toan reaches the apron and slides into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure. Toan then hops down, remove his shades and ring jacket and throws them to a ring monkey on the outside as he places the Duel Crown Championship at his feet and leans in the bottom turnbuckle of his corner for the match to start. CL: Lord Jehovah, is there anyone in the world I hate more than him? JH: Loon. CL: GAAHHHH!!! THAT FUCKING LOON!!! CM: *snickers* Michael Anderson takes centres stage and brings the house microphone up to his mouth… MA: The following con- But straight away the house mike is snatched from his mouth and pushed away by the Hardcore Jesus who, for some inexplicable feat of speed, got up and did what he did before the introductions could even get finished. Obnoxiously, Toan passes a condescending glance to the announcer as he opens up his diatribe on everyone on the other side of the ring… Toan: I don’t think you seem to got the message last time… unsanctioned means nobody has authority in regards to this match and what stipulations take place. So get this threw your thick skull; When the Dual Crown Champion is involved in an unsanctioned title match… ask before for announce. And as for you two… He then looks over at Nightmare and Grant Rice in the opposite corner, scowling venomously at them… Toan: You’d better get ready for a war as this match won’t have any disqualifications or count-outs… Falls Count- Toan suddenly stops before just letting out a jovially sinister chuckle down the mike… Toan: Oh, no wait… that’s what you want, isn’t it? And it’s what all Horrorcore fans want… am I right? For those smart to the business, Birmingham is the UK’s equivalent to South Philadelphia and thus, cheer at the prospect of some violent mayhem tonight. Toan: Well, too bad… because we’re not going to have a Falls Count Anywhere Match tonight. Oh, yes… the old Candy To A Baby trick works a trick as the bloodmarks let it be known at their displeasure of not seeing the crimson treat tonight… CL: Right that does it… JH: Where are you going? CL: No blood, so screw you guys… I’m going home. And all that was in the mist of the crowd jeering Toan, folks… they hate him THAT much! Toan: Reason being, is that as would defeat the whole object of my quest to bring prestige back to those championship belts. Toan points back to the Dual Crown Championship Title belts before turning back to his opponents… Toan: Now, you can critique me all you want for the way I won them but am I no worse than Ragin’ in how I got them? Am I no worse than Remy Barteaux? Or Jim O’Brien? Or anyone else that did some unsavoury deeds to acquire and keep this Championship belt in their possession? Just because I’ve divorced myself from hitting someone with anything that isn’t nailed down to the floor for the time being doesn’t mean that I’m not Hardcore anymore. Just because I refuse to let my scars bleed any further than they already have doesn’t mean that I’m not the Jesus Christ of Professional Wrestling… Your false demigod might have convinced you that he was… but where he failed to bring nothing but decay and destruction to this promotion, I will bring the one thing that his “Horrorcore Revolution” could never bring; Wrestling! So now you have all of about fifteen seconds to remember what you learnt in wrestling school, otherwise you’ll be pretty much fucked. Toan then practically slams the mike back into the chest of Michael Anderson and tells him something before picking up both his title belts and handing them to a ring monkey who places them on the time keeper’s table. JH: What an obnoxious piece of work Toan has become… CM: Eh, at least he put everyone in their place. Michael Anderson, however, adjusts his tie and brings the microphone back up to make the official introductions… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is deemed unsanctioned by the FIW Management Committee and will be for the FIW Dual Crown Championship Title and belt with the added stipulation that if either man on the champion’s corner are pinned, they will be awarded the belt. This will be one fall to a finish with a thirty-minute time limit… and will be contested under the European Rounds System with each round being three minutes in duration. The Birmingham crowd gives a mixed response for the match announced… MA: Introducing first and in the blue corner… from Portland, Oregon and weighing in at nearly nineteen stone… this is Nightmare! The Brummie audience gives the Prince Of Pain a round of cheers for being such a big baby… face in the match. MA: And, of course, in his corner the man who I’m sure needs no introduction… Christopher Saunders! Mixed reaction at best… MA: And his partner for this evening… he hails from Kansas City, Missouri and weighs in at seventeen and three-quarter stone… give a warm welcome to Grant Rice! Same as before… given his bad-ass mofo look and all-round bad-ass-ertry MA: And in the red corner… from San Diego, California and weighing in at over twenty-two stone… please welcome to the Birmingham NEC… Prime! The Evolution of Evil gets only boos as every “bad guy” wrestler gets… MA: And his partner for this evening… hailing from the Kingdom Of Pain and weighs in at sixteen stone… the reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion… Toan! Yep, the same… just jeers, jeers and more jeers. MA: And introducing the referee for this contest… LOBO Malvado. And as expected just as many jeers for the referee of this contest who motions for both teams to approach the centre of the ring… LOBO: Right, now you’re clear on the rules for this contest? No closed fists under any circumstances, no following up after you’ve released, no moves off the top- Toan: I know the rules, LOBO. Get on with it… LOBO: Right, back to your corners. They do so before LOBO signals for the bell… MA: Seconds away… Round One! [align=center]Ding-Ding-Ding![/align] Toan and Grant Rice start off in the contest circling one another as the crowd starts to come alive for this one before any action starts, believe it or not. [align=center]Easy! Easy! Easy![/align] CM: What they mean “easy” by? I’m confused. JH: Like I told you last week, World Of Sport… look it up. CM: I did, but all I could find out was about some dickhead with a stereotypical British accent. JH: That’s Dicky Davis, you muppet. Nonetheless, collar and elbow tie-up in the centre of the ring by the Dual Crown Champion, Toan and Grant Rice that quickly the champion takes advantage of into a rolling wristlock and cranks pressure on the joint of the former Revolution member. Grant does the sensible thing and use his free hand to grab onto his opponent’s hands as a safety measure so he doesn’t his wrist snapped ten seconds into the match… something a lot of spot monkeys don’t seem to take into consideration when putting on or being put in such a rudimentary hold. Straight away Grant Rice rolls threw, effectively elevating the pressure off before taking the champ down with a beautiful Arm Drag straight into an Armbar hold… Toan grunts in pain, gritting his teeth as he shifts his weight back up into a standing position before LOBO can even ask for a submission from the hold. Toan pushes Grant to the ropes before using his momentum to throw him off the hold, but Grant keeps a hold of the arm and reverses into an Irish whip across the ring! Grant leapfrogs over the self-confessed Hardcore Jesus before turning around to skim the mat in an attempt to trip up the reigning Dual Crown Champion but, as with all Internationals, Toan jumps over just in time… Grant gets up to be caught with an Irish Whip by Toan who throws Grant over with a Hip Toss… but Grant manages to land on his feet and takes Toan back down to the ring canvas with that same Arm Drag into an Armbar! JH: Fast-paced action early on in this match-up! Grant Rice now working over the left-arm of the Dual Crown Champion, Toan. CM: Damn… he should try one of those funky reversal thingies he does. JH: Counters. CM: Yeah, one of those. After sitting in the submission hold for a few seconds and replying “no” to LOBO asking for a submission hold Toan shifts his weight back up to a vertical base once again, keeping one on his opponent to steady his balance as he drops to one knee, then the other, then back up on one knee, then back to standing… He repeats this strange process twice more before suddenly pulling his arm straight out from under Grant’s armpit, shaking it as he backs off to get some feeling back in the limb… apparently, he’d used the odd stepping movements to distract one half on the thus-far undefeated team in FIW whilst he wriggled out of the hold. Nightmare calls for a tag from Grant Rice… Grant points at Nightmare, looking around like all good babyfaces do to get a cheap pop which gets a few cheers from the Birmingham crowd and tags the Prince Of Pain in. JH: Grant makes the tag, Nightmare is in. Nightmares steps in, wanting to get a piece of the Dual Crown Champion but suddenly hears a slap of hands tagging and Toan climbing out on onto the apron with the huge California native in Prime stepping into the ring. Toan casually flips Nightmare the proverbial bird as the crowd shows their displeasure… Prime strides in to the centre of the ring where Nightmare stands, seemingly not being intimidated in the slightest… which he shows by bad mouthing with the Prince of Pain. It’s not long before words translate into action in the form of a shove by the Evolution Of Evil on Nightmare, who responds in kind with one of his own. The Shove-fest quickly turns into a trade of Forearm Smashes across the chests of each men that resound threw out the arena with sickening thuds from the impact of each shot! Nightmare comes off the ropes with a running shoulder block on Prime, who staggers back slightly but otherwise shows no ill effects. Prime comes off with one of his own, impacting on Nightmare with all three-hundred plus pounds of his body weight but Nightmare still stays on his feet! Prime and Nightmare both gets the idea to try a running shoulder tackle and crash like two freight trains in the middle of the ring with neither man losing their balance!! Prime slaps Nightmare across the chest with an overhand chop, Nightmare responds in with one of his own, Prime with another overhand chop, Nightmare with yet another! Prime chops! Nightmare chops! JH: A plate of chops being served tonight. CM: Those are more than just chops, those are the whole freaking ribs! The Number One contender for Toan’s Dual Crown Championship decides a change of strategy is in hand and snaps on a Side Headlock, cranking down with those huge biceps pressing against the ears of the Prince Of Pain in an attempt to give him the famed Cauliflower Ear that many wrestlers and boxers have acquired from their time spent between the ropes. Nightmare does the best thing one can do in such a hold and pushes the gargantuan San Diego native across to the ropes and shoots him off from the headlock… though his actions have consequences as Prime comes straight back faster than he expected and takes him off his feet with a running shoulder block along with a monstrous roar that would make King Kong jealous. Prime, with a confident smirk on his face, flexes for the cameras before getting a head of steam off the ropes to (illegally) follow-up on Nightmare… but Prime is nearly tripped over when Nightmare skims the mat similar to Toan a few minutes before did but manages to jump over and avoid falling face-first into the canvas. Nightmare gets back up to his feet just as Prime rears back his arm for a Clothesline… but he ducks and Prime’s momentum carries him forwards off the ropes and into Nightmare’s Hip Toss! Prime bounces off the canvas upon impact, shooting back up to run straight into another Hip Toss! JH: Nightmare exploding with those Hip Tosses! CM: Old-school British into old-school Memphis style? Whatever next? Prime again shoots straight back up to be met with a clothesline by the Prince Of Pain, forcing him to return to his corner just as the bell rings… [align=center]Ding-Ding-Ding![/align] JH: And that’s the end of Round One… Nightmare returns to his corner and takes the bottle of water given to him by Christopher Saunders and drinks a little, spitting into the bucket provided by a ring monkey and hydrates himself a little as, in the red corner Prime stands up, favouring his neck as a ring monkey hands him a bottle of water to do just the same as his opponent in the blue corner. JH: Nightmare and Grant have gotten the early advantage thus far… but you’ve got to wonder just how far will that go along before either Toan or Prime manage take advantage and turn the tables on them. Toan provides a little comic relief by stealing the towel around the ring monkey’s neck and flapping it about to cool off the Evolution of Evil, getting a few chuckles from the fans before he throws the towel right in the monkey’s face as Michael Anderson’s voice booms down the PA system… MA: Seconds away… Round Two! [align=center]Ding-Ding-Ding![/align] Prime and Nightmare walk out their corner and circle the ring, a little more wary of the other given their exchange before the end of the first round. The Evolution Of Evil and The Prince Of Pain lock up in the collar and elbow in the centre of the ring, before Prime cuts Nightmare off with a Side Headlock, carefully turning around so his back is to LOBO and uses an illegal closed fist right on the bridge of the nose of Nightmare! The crowd don’t like it one bit as Nightmare clutching at his nose, checking to see if there is any blood before Nightmare gets cracked with a Double Axe Handle Smash to the middle of his back, sending him down onto one knee. LOBO starts the count… [align=center]One… Two… Three…[/align] But then Prime follows up with an knee to the side of the face, prompting LOBO to verbally warn him for the illegal follow-up to which Prime passes an odd glance to LOBO and then to his tag partner, prompting an interesting question to him… Prime: Who was it that made up these fucking rules? Toan just merely shrugs, raising his hands up in the proverbial proclamation of innocent routine… Toan: Someone who’s obviously got a thing against other men going down on each other… Yeah, yeah… you knew it was coming, didn’t you? In the mean time, Prime waits as Nightmare gets back to his feet before clubbing him with a heavy right forearm to the kidneys that sends him right back down to canvas. Prime makes the tag to Toan before LOBO starts the count on Nightmare… [align=center]One… Two… Three… Four…[/align] Toan practically hovers over Nightmare as he gets back up to a vertical base and is on the immediate onslaught by the Hardcore Jesus who snaps on an Abdominal Stretch, seeming choosing to work over the back of the former World Heavyweight Champ of the Slam! brand. Doing the proper thing with the hold on such a bigger opponent, Toan grips his hands together to make it harder for the hold to be broken before yelling at LOBO to ask for a submission from Nightmare. Straight away, LOBO asks and gets an emphatic “no” from one half of the challengers for the champ’s title… Toan grins his teeth with an aggressive snarl as he cinches the hold tighter in by using his right leg standing on the ground to pull on his left leg currently in use to torque the Abdominal Stretch. Soon after, Toan releases the Abdominal Stretch though keeps in contact as he switches his left leg with his right around Nightmare’s leg and using the left-leg to crank around the neck of the Prince of Pain, finally switching the position of how he cinches the arm into the… JH: Octopus Stretch being applied on Nightmare! CM: That was quite a long-winded description… Yes, yes… kayfabe… Toan barks an order to ask for a submission from Nightmare as he cranks the hold tighter on his bigger adversary, grinding his elbow into the abdominal muscles of his challenger as LOBO asks if he gives up… Nightmare grits his teeth in pain and shakes his head to signify “no” LOBO shakes his hands at both the time keeper and Toan, signifying there was no submission which the reigning Dual Crown Champion is none too pleased at… he lands a vicious elbow to the solar plexus of Nightmare before using the momentum from his opponent’s instinctive to cover the presumably injured part to flip over his back and into a Sunset Flip! The enigmatic manager of the champ points to the mat and start counting… [align=center]One! Two![/align] Nightmare kicks out at two! JH: Only two from the Sunset Flip out of the sequence of moves the champ refers to as the “Zoltan Bosheik Special” CM: And, who exactly the hell was he? JH: My notes say he was a Hungarian-born wrestler who invented the move we refer to as the Octopus Hold. Nightmare and Toan get back to their feet… Nightmare goes to make the tag to Grant Rice but Toan cuts him off with a rough kick to the gut and drags him to the heel corner before slamming him face-first into the corner turnbuckle pad before tagging out to the colossal powerhouse. Prime comes in and straight away begins repeatedly shoulder blocking Nightmare in the small of the back, trapping him corner… LOBO orders Prime to break it up, seeing as how he’s not in his employ and it’d look strange not calling for a break. Reluctantly Prime pulls Nightmare out of the corner and almost effortlessly scoops up him on one shoulder before planting him down hard in the centre of the ring… The Evolution of Evil, kneels down and plants both hands on the chest of his opponent in a very non-chalant cover. [align=center]ONE!! TWO AND A KICKOUT!![/align] Like all good heels, Prime passes a discerning glance at the shaggy-haired manager of the Dual Crown Champion and argues over it being a three-count or not to no avail. Shaking his head, Prime reaches down and illegally lifts Nightmare off the mat despite LOBO ordering him not to and lifts him up off the canvas in the famous Bear Hug hold. Prime looks over to a neutral corner before charging full-force towards the corner and slamming one of the last remaining Revolution members into the corner turnbuckle!! CM: Damn! The whole ring practically moved an inch from that! JH: There is no doubt that Prime certainly is one of the strongest men in the history of Full Intensity Wrestling, if not the sport of professional wrestling. And when you’ve got the technique and speed of Toan in your corner, that just goes to show that Nightmare is in more of a predicament than one might assume at first. CM: And that combined with LOBO in their corner… or in the ring in this case, they simply can’t lose! They could team up as, uh… “The Hardcore Evolution Of Evil Jesus” JH: …that name sucks. If Conse were here, he’d have beat you for that. Prime smacks Nightmare upside the head with an elbow before shooting the Prince Of Pain across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle… the Evolution Of Evil comes running in to be met with a HUGE Clothesline by Nightmare, staggering Prime! Nightmare comes off the ropes for another only to miss, his momentum sending him to the ropes before being practically decapitated with a VICIOUS Big Boot to the face an added “snap” motion by Prime!! Prime flexes his gargantuan-sized muscles, proud of his possible disfigurement of Nightmare’s face but the Birmingham crowd don’t appreciate his showboating nor his bastard-sized physique… just as the bell rings to signify the end of the round. [align=center]Ding-ding-ding!![/align] Prime heads to his corner, still with a proud smirk on his face as Nightmare attempts to get up but the pain seems to be hampering his attempts to stand up… The Evolution of Evil takes a drink of the water bottle provided by the ring monkey, spitting it into the bucket he’s holding and re-hydrates himself as Nightmare hasn’t even been able to stand up, let alone get to his corner. JH: My God… that Shotgun-style Kick of Prime has really done a number on Nightmare! CM: He should have pinned him! These rest periods are thirty-seconds each and Nightmare is STILL down! Nightmare manages to get on one foot, still shaking the cobwebs before Michael Anderson makes the announcement… MA: Seconds away… Round Three! [align=center]Ding-Ding-Ding!![/align] Prime walks over to Nightmare as he stands on one knee and, once again illegally, lifts Nightmare back to a vertical base which LOBO decides is enough of defeating the purpose his client has set out to do and calls for Michael Anderson to announce a Public Warning. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, LOBO Malvado has given the team of Prime and Toan their first Public Warning! Prime looks at LOBO slightly confused to his actions before practically muscling Nightmare over to his corner and tagging out to the reigning Dual Crown Champion, Toan, but not before asking him a question… nodding in the direction of LOBO Malvado. Prime: That guy is on our side, right? Toan: He’s on my side, yeah. Prime just shrugs apathetically before climbing out of the ring and into the corner as Toan sizes up Nightmare, rears his hand back and- [align=center]KER-BANG!!!![/align] CM: Agh! Someone call 911!! JH: That number doesn’t work here!! Nevertheless… the Gunshot Chop leaves the Birmingham audience ten rows back wincing sympathetically for the Prince Of Pain, who quite frankly looks to be in a world of it at the moment from the amount of punishment endured at the hands of his opponents. Toan drags Nightmare out of the corner and just rocks him with a European-style Forearm Uppercut to the jaw, sending him writhing on the canvas as the self-proclaimed Hardcore Jesus berates a ringside fan for flipping him the bird. Out of blind anger, Toan turns around and violently (and illegally) hits a soccer-style kick to the back he and Prime have been targeting for the past round and a half which LOBO politely informs his client, trying to quell his temper as Toan opens the ropes up and shouts for the fan to try and see what it’s like to take his kicks. JH: Toan is letting this capacity crowd in the Birmingham NEC get to him… CM: Eh, why should he sweat it? Don’t these idiots know he’s the best wrestler every to have graced an FIW ring? JH: That’s… debatable. Toan argues with LOBO about all manner of subjects as Nightmare’s face imitates his namesake, using the ropes to pull himself up to a vertical base. The reigning Dual Crown Champion in on him immediately, firing another Gunshot Chop to the chest and Irish whipping Nightmare across the ring… the Hardcore Jesus swings his left-arm back for his famed Jesus Bomber but it misses! Nightmare comes but as Toan turns around… Toan fires another Jesus Bomber Lariat at him but Nightmare ducks and applies a waistlock from behind, possibly looking for a Suplex of sorts but Toan hooks his leg around Nightmare’s to prevent that from happening!! The crowd’s anticipation reaches fever pitch as Nightmare releases the hold and bionic elbows Toan in the back of his cranium before re-applying the waistlock!! Toan, out of sheer desperation, reaches out and grabs LOBO by his referee-striped shirt before swinging his leg back in a low blow out of the referee’s view! CM: Damn! Now THAT is Old-School! JH: There is nothing Old-School about it! That’s cheating, plain and simple! Nightmare crumples back down to canvas as Toan releases his grip on LOBO’s shirt, not even bothering to give him an explanation as the reigning Dual Crown Champion quickly goes into a pinning predicament! [align=center]ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- NO!!![/align] Toan sits up, an incensed scowl etched into his face as he, illegally, picks Nightmare back up and applies a standing front facelock, slinging Nightmare’s left arm over his head… LOBO reluctantly signals for Michael Anderson to make another announcement… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the team of Prime and Toan has received their second and FINAL Public Warning! JH: If they break another rule, Chip… then they’ll be disqualified! CM: Damn… does that mean Toan will lose the championship? JH: I believe he might… Toan doesn’t seem to phased by the warning at the moment and practically muscles his much bigger opponent up before DRIVING him down with a Vertical Drop Brainbuster!!! Toan hooks the leg!! [align=center]ONE!!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!! WAIT, NO!!![/align] CL: ONLY TWO!!!!111~ CM: AGH! Where the fuck did you come from?!? CL: When it comes to violent head-drops… I have an uncanny sixth sense! JH: And for blood? CL: That’s my eigth… the seventh is using Astral projection to look inside the Womens’ changing room. CM: Beauty! Toan growl in frustration, pulling at his hair as he drags Nightmare back to a standing base and whips him off the ropes before LOBO even realised he did it once he finished telling the time keeper it was only two… The Hardcore Jesus swings his left-arm for the Jesus Bomber Lariat, but misses!! Nightmare comes in for his own Lariat… but Toan ducks and heads off to the ropes as Nightmare’s momentum carries him forwards for the umptenth time in this match! Both men come in with their carbon-copied version of Stan Hansen’s Lariat before colliding in the ring with high impact!!! The crowd are on their feet as both men are down, forcing LOBO to check them both and start the count… [align=center]One… Two… Three… Four… Five…[/align] Both men start to scramble as fast as they can, despite the immense pain scorching their bodies… [align=center]Six… Seven… Eight… Nine…[/align] Both Nightmare and Toan make the tag to their partners!!! JH: THEY MAKE THE TAG!!!! Grant Rice comes in a house of fire, flying in with a dropkick on Prime who staggers back, trying to keep his balance!! Grant pops back up and hits another which Prime struggles to keep his balance on!! The Missouri native gets a head of steam off the ropes and finally knocks the big man down with a B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L Dropkick that Ricky Morton would approve of!! Toan is up in his corner which Grant takes advantage of to wail in with open-fists on the reigning Dual Crown Champion!! LOBO attempts to control the pandemonium ensuing in the ring at this time as Prime gets back to his feet, pushing the shaggy-haired manager of Toan out of the way to be met by a kick to the midsection… Grant holds both Toan and Prime by their heads before clashing them both together like a pair of coconuts! CM: A meeting of the minds! JH: And unfortunately, it ended in a draw. Should have been born Samoan it would have been a different case. CL: Or Romanian. JH: Or Romanian, yes. Toan stumbles out of the ring as Grant begins working over the legal man in Prime, whipping him across the rope and taking him down with a Leaping Leg Lariat!! Prime, like all heels during the “house of fire” moments pops right back up to be met with a Dropkick to the knee… sending Prime down on one knee, Grant gets a head of steam off the ropes before hitting a RUNNING YAKUZA KICK TO THE FACE!!! JH: UZI!!! UZI!!! GRANT CAUGHT HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE!!! CL: Yeah, but isn’t that illegal? Yes, indeed it was… so LOBO, predictably, signals for the announcement… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, LOBO Malvado has awarded Nightmare and Grant Rice their first Public Warning! At this point, Grant is in no state of mind to be worried about it and dives into a cover… but LOBO disallows it on account of the follow-up rule. Grant turns and argues with LOBO about the “weird” rule he is enforcing before Prime, dazed from receiving Grant’s size thirteen boot to the face knocks into him and pushes Grant’s head into LOBO’s stomach unexpected! Grant hits a back elbow to force Prime off him before whipping him to the vacant heel corner… but Prime reverses the whip, sending Grant Rice into the corner and straight into a face-full of salt!!! JH: THAT’S SALT!!! TOAN JUST THREW A HANDFUL OF SALT IN THE EYES OF GRANT RICE!!! Grant yells out in agony as the salt stings in his eyes before Prime cuts him down to side with a Double Axe Handle to the back… Toan climbs into the ring and onto the middle-ropes as Prime lifts Grant up for a Pendulum Backbreaker, kneeling down to position for an Elbow Drop from the Hardcore Jesus! CL: What the- JH: DEMOLITION!!! Prime covers Grant as LOBO crawls over, still in pain, for the count… [align=center]ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!! YES!!!! BUT NO!!! NIGHTMARE MAKES THE SAVE!!![/align] Nightmare kicks Toan out of the ring as he attempts to wake Grant up from the effects of the Demolition Special move… Grant gets up, slightly dazed before both Nightmare and Grant pick Prime up and whip him to the ropes before taking him down with a Double Dropkick!! CL: …are you kidding me? CM: Rock N’ Roll Revolution, maybe? JH: LOBO has lost control of this contest… but it looks like nobody gives a damn about the rules anymore!! Nightmare checks the side where Toan fell off as Grant makes the cover!! [align=center]ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!! THR- NO, NOT THIS TIME EITHER!!!!!!!!!![/align] Nightmare turns back just as Toan sneaks up onto the apron and applies a Cravate hold before snapping his neck down on the ropes… The smart fans boo at the vintage Jeff Jarrett move being performed by Toan who quickly slides into the ring and hits the Jesus Bomber on Grant!!! But seeing as how he’s not the legal man there isn’t much he can do… except wake up Prime and barks an order at him. Prime gets up, shaking the cobwebs as he climbs to the middle-rope of the nearest turnbuckle… Toan, meanwhile, picks Grant back up and positions him close to the turnbuckle that his gargantuan partner is stood in before lifting him up for a Piledriver that is assisted by Prime to spike it on the former Revolution stable member!!! JH: SPIKE PILEDRIVER!!! THAT HAS TO BE IT!!! CL: The Four Horsemen now… fucking hell… But Toan doesn’t motion for the pin… instead he throws Nightmare to Prime who, with a little less spry than before, lifts him up on his shoulders as Toan ascends the turnbuckles once again. Prime positions himself near the turnbuckle before Toan leaps off the top-rope, using Nightmare’s body as a springboard to get MASSIVE air on a Dynamite Kid-esque Diving Headbutt straight onto Grant Rice on the canvas!!!! JH: AN ODE TO THE BULLDOGS!!!! Toan rolls off the body of Grant Rice, clutching at his head as Prime walks over and dumps Nightmare on top of his own partner before arrogantly covering with one foot… LOBO, still in pain from the headbutt, can’t count due to the ring positioning which gets Prime riled up as Toan shakes his head to stop the stars, birds and miniature versions of Dynamite Kid telling him he should rib Prime by injecting him with milk later in the week… Prime yells at LOBO for not making the count as Toan staggers over telling him to give it a rest and win the match… prompting Prime to shove the Dual Crown Champion away as he continues to verbally assault the referee for this contest. However, the Evolution of Evil is cut off by Nightmare and Grant… Nightmare suddenly lifts Prime up in an Electric Chair as Grant cleans house of any Deathmatch Bastards onto the apron before ascending to the top-rope and comes off with a Flying Clothesline as Nightmare falls backwards in everyone’s favourite Double-Team Finisher!! CL: THE DOOMSDAY DEVICE!!!! Grant goes to cover on Prime but is stopped when Toan kick him dead in the face… Nightmare goes to cut him off but is given a shot to the throat for his troubles. Grant rolls to the outside, clutching his face as Prime follows suit and clubs him in the back of his head… which, as a result, begins a brawl between the two along the ringside area. Toan pushes Nightmare throat first against the ropes and begins attacking his head with a foreign object!!! JH: He’s got a fork!!! Toan just viciously stabs at the forehead of the Prince of Pain who does his best to try and resist the assault with a deadly weapon, as ridiculous as it sounds, on his person. LOBO gets to his feet, still clutching at his stomach, as Grant and Prime begin to brawl up the aisle… LOBO tries to encourage his client to let Nightmare go and win the match fairly. Outside of his view, the brawl between Grant and Prime starts to become an unfair melee as Hardcore Sex joins the fray with evil intentions aimed at the former Revolution member… JH: WHAT THE HELL?!?? WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING HERE?!? They pummel him a flurry with rights and lefts as Prime backs off, clutching his mouth from a punch his opponent threw at him as he looks back at the ring. At this time, Nightmare has gotten the advantage on Toan… although bleeding slightly from being forked (shut up!) he’s still fighting back with forearms to the face as Prime returns to the ring and cuts off the Prince Of Pain with- JH: THE AUTHORITY BOMB!!!!!! CM: My gosh! Did you see his head bounce off the ring like that?!? Toan takes this opportunity to discreetly place his fork under the chin of Nightmare as he clinches on the Asiatic Spike Submission Hold!!!! JH: SPIDER IN THE BRAIN!!! SPIDER IN THE BRAIN!!! TOAN’S JUST PUT A SPIDER IN THE BRAIN ON NIGHTMARE!!!! Nightmare struggles to escape the dreaded hold that is cutting off the bloodflow to his brain via the jugular artery… slowly but surely fading away as Toan sneers viciously as he cranks the hold on tighter and tighter. Eventually, LOBO signals for the bell and, in a pained expression, tells the timekeeper his decision. [align=center]DING-DING-DING!!![/align] MA: Ladies and gentlemen… referee LOBO Malvado has stopped the contest on the grounds that Nightmare is physically unable to continue the match. So the winner… and STILL FIW Dual Crown Champion… TOAN!!! The crowd aren’t pleased on bit… especially when Toan releases the hold only to stomp once more on the head of the unconscious Nightmare before passing a distrustful glance to Prime, readying his fork in case of an attack as he gets his hand raised and given back his belts by LOBO. Prime saunters towards the Hardcore Jesus and they stand face to face, staring each other down. Suddenly a smile crosses the Evolution of Evil’s face and he actually laughs, knocking one of his fingers’ knuckles against the title belts on Toan. CM: Looks like Prime is stating those belts are going to be his soon enough! But I’m not too sure about that one! JH: Those two are going to cause anarchy in the UK before the pay per view ever airs at this ra- CL: What the fuck are those two losers doing to Grant?! Despite Grant’s best efforts to fight back still, Hardcore Sex over whelm the Revolution member. Quickly they scoop him up and hold him in the air for a bit, before dropping him down neck first with the double brainbuster Just Eat It on the steps! CM: JUST EAT IT! CL: Those fuckers might’ve just broke Grant’s neck! FIW EMTs rush out and split up, some heading towards the ring to check on Nightmare but making sure to avoid Toan and Prime. While the others check on Grant at the ramp way as he clutches at his neck and yells in agony. Hardcore Sex looks at each other and smirk sinisterly, high fiving each other before heading to the back. JH: When Grant and Nightmare are back at a hundred percent, I would NOT want to be Hardcore Sex! CM: Hardcore Sex were merely sending a message to all the tag teams in FIW not to mess with them! CL: By trying to fucking break Grant’s neck and screwing them out of the Dual Crown?! Fuck! I want to fucking murder some thing right now! But that’s it for this week, for Chip, Hitchen, I’m Constance, see ya next Wednesday, you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!
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