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| Crimson Shards | Feb 22 2007, 10:40 PM 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 22 2007, 10:41 PM Post #2 |
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JH: Opener of the evening, Seth Silverstein vs. Momoko. CM: Ah this Seth guy’s going to be used as a example surely. CL: I hate to admit it, cause well Momoko’s a bitch, but the boy’s about to walk into a ring with a crazed blade swinging women. CM: Remind you of your dream the other night Conse? CL: No, because the girl was actually good looking, Momoko is as ugly as Jonathon, that’s saying something. JH: Hey! "Two roads... split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions." Seth emerges from behind the curtain as the beat of song picks up with added drums and the vocals begin. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall! introducing Seth Silverstein! He walks slowly down the stage towards the ring, but he’s quickly stopped as Momoko comes out of the curtain and strikes Seth in the back of the head with a steel chair, Seth drops to the entrance area as Momoko stares at the Hull crowd looking highly irritated. JH: What the hell. CM: Ha! I love it, go Momoko. CL: Damn, the poor bastards gotten a fucking ass kicking and he ain’t even got to the ring. Momoko looks towards the referee who really doesn’t have any power to stop what’s going on as the bell hasn’t even sounded. Momoko picks Seth up, he looks groggy as she pulls out a fork from under her shirt and grins before, grabbing him in a headlock, looking towards the crowd before jabbing it into his skull a few times, Seth screams out in agony as Momoko begins walking down the stairs, she releases the fork before taking Seth over with a head locker takedown hitting the ramp hard. CL: This is quite amusing, I’ll give Momoko that. CM: Told you, she’s a icon for kids everywhere. JH: Your insane! As Seth begins crawling towards the ring, Momoko follows pulling out a spiked sickle, but she doesn’t use it simply placing it on the ring apron as she rolls in causing J.J. to call for the bell, finally starting the match as Seth rolls in the ring looking half beaten to death already. JH: Finally, the match begins. CL: Give it five minutes, it’ll be over. Momoko looks towards Seth who’s forehead is dripping with blood, he looks towards J.J. who looks really concerned, Momoko looking not concerned climbs to the top rope and awaits Seth who stands up slowly but surely, but not for long as Momoko comes flying off the top rope and STOMPS! Down onto Seth’s skull as he falls to the canvas as Momoko rolls forward and turns to the fallen Seth, grinning. CM: Ouch, nicely done. JH: Oh, why doesn’t she just pin the poor guy, he doesn’t… CL: Probably not, but it’s highly entertaining to watch. Momoko stands up looking towards J.J and smiles as Seth looks bloodied, beaten and battered, Momoko moves over towards him as he still seems to have a little bit more fight in him. Momoko though having enough signals for the end, she runs to the ropes comes back but Seth ducks the dropkick attempt, as Momoko turns he seems to attempt a striking attack, reeling Momoko into the corner as she blocks each and every strike. JH: A come back by Seth, it could be good. CL: Nope. Momoko pushes Seth off, he comes towards her but she spins and with such force and power delivers a spinning back fist smash towards Seth making him buckle and drop to the canvas, Momoko then goes for the cover, not hooking the leg… CM: Decapitator! JH: He’s down. CL: Dead too, that was great. [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE! DING! DING! DING![/align] J.J calls for the bell as Momoko stands, but doesn’t want her hand raised she moves over towards her sickle she laid in the corner picking it up and looking towards Seth… MA: Your Winner! Momoko WAAAAAKAAAARRRRRRIIIIII!!!!! …She then drops down, driving the sickle into his forehead, Seth rolls out the ring clutching his forehead as Momoko looks at the blood sliding off her blade on her sickle, smiling she looks towards J.J before exiting the ring. CL: Jesus, that was sick, oh I’m starting to li… no I can’t, she’s a bitch. CM: Your point? JH: She just almost killed this guy, for what reason? She’s a monster! …J.J goes to check on Seth as Momoko exit’s the arena’s view, the camera cuts to the commentary desk. Cutting away from the ringside area we find the camera in the boiler room that is only dimly lit via candles on the desk of the General Manager. The enigmatic second in command of FIW is looking downward at several papers on his desk, doing work. His only company is the large machine lurking behind him that Lazaro was hooked into before. The steady sound of his robotic breathing that echoes in his make shift office being the only thing keeping silence from falling over it. A greater light source than the candles suddenly spreads across the boiler room when the sound of it’s door opening off camera is heard. With a click it shuts and the ever towering and massive figure of the skull cowboy comes into view. His foot steps make light thuds against the floor as he walks across the room. Carefully he drops to one knee before Krähe’s desk, bringing the GM’s attention away from his work for the first time. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Is it… kssshhhhhk... done Lazaro?…kssshhhhhk... Eerily Lazaro raises his head to look up at his master, his black locks falling out of his masked face. Lazaro: Yes, my master I’ve done as you asked and placed four guards at every entrance. Krähe nods his head softly and leans back in his chair, inter-clasping his hands together as he tilts his head upward. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Good… kssshhhhhk... Good…kssshhhhhk... Let us see Draven try and get past them…kssshhhhhk... He starts a slight rocking motion and bobs his head along with it as the camera cuts else where. |
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| Crimson Shards | Feb 22 2007, 10:44 PM Post #3 |
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MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall. It is a Fall Counts Anywhere match. It is for the FIW Flycore Championship! Trumpets and drums blasts as Standing Ovation plays on the PA system. The lights fade into a light blue color as a white spotlight shines on the entranceway. Shaun walks out and the spotlight disappears as he walks to the three stairs. He stops and turns his back facing the entranceway as white pyro rains from the ReVoltrons. He then runs and slides into the ring, running and climbing onto the turnbuckles. He then backward flips off the ropes into the ring as he stretches and gets ready for his match. MA: Introducing first… from Houston, Texas… at two hundred and eight pounds… standing five feet eleven inches… SHAUN… “THE DYNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMOOOOOOO” WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSON! CL: I can’t stand this kid. He spends more time on his back than Anna Nicole Smith did, dead or alive. JH: It’s true that Shaun hasn’t found a lot of luck in the squared circle, but the management has decided to give him a shot at the Flycore title! CM: Great. Flippy flippy stuff. One can only hope one of these guys slips and breaks his neck. MA: His opponent… from Detroit, Michigan… at two hundred pounds… standing five feet and ten inches… He is the FIW Flycore Champion… EX-TREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME NINJAAAAA NUMBAH TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a voice booms over the speakers. [align=center]The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The Evil Genius The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers The champ is here Kiss what ma niggas The champ is here[/align] ”The Champ in Here” by Jadakiss starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear however over his robe he is sporting around his waist the FIW Flycore Championship. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “The Champ is here~!” [align=center]Fuckin wit the champion You already know J-A-D-A Kiss the game goodbye You fuckin wit the champion You already know The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yea The champ is here That’s right The champ is here[/align] Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and undoes his championship belt, grabbing it in his right hand and lifting it up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Hail the Champ!” and “Now 100% Smarty Free!”, and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie to get ready for the match ahead. JH: Of course, this is a Falls Count Anywhere match, meaning that each man can pin the other anywhere and Logan Black has to be sure to follow and count the pin! CL: EN excels at this sort of match and he’s been through a lot worse than this, facing more worthy challengers than Shaun Wilson! I can’t see how this is going to be any different. Ninja will be back home with the belt before he can write “flying monkey penis” on his whiteboard. CM: Ooooo, you go, girl! You tell your baby’s daddy what’s up! [align=center]DING! DING![/align] As Logan Black calls for the bell, Shaun Wilson attacks Ninja immediately, throwing forearm after forearm against the mask of the Ninja. Throwing the champion out of the ring, Shaun poses for the crowd and steps out on to the apron… not noticing that Ninja has slipped back into the ring! As Shaun unsuccessfully searches for his opponent, Ninja runs across the mat, jumps on the second rope and soars through the air, hitting a flying lariat on Wilson! CM: Flying John Denver hit on the challenger! CL: …That’s not what he’s called… CM: I figure I can come up with better names for these moves than these dopes! Shaun recovers and whips Ninja into the railing. As Ninja slips to the ground, Shaun rushes back into the ring, takes a running start and dives through the ropes to the outside! Unfortunately for him, Ninja moves out of the way! As Shaun rolls around in pain, Ninja jumps on him and Logan Black begins to count! [align=center]1! 2! NO![/align] JH: Shaun almost lost this one, putting the “suicide” in “topé suicida”! CL: This match would have been as brief as David Caruso’s movie career! CM: I think they should call that move a “suicide dive.” That would make more sense than that silly Japanese name. JH: It’s Spanish… CM: They have pro-wrestling in Spain? Ninja stomps away on Shaun, who is still writhing around. Ninja lifts Shaun up, but the Dynamo snaps out of his pain and begins to unload on Ninja, pounding away on Ninja’s back. As Ninja leans over, Shaun delivers a series of stiff kicks to Ninja’s face. Jumping on to the railing, Shaun catapults himself against Ninja, driving the side of his leg against Ninja’s neck! CL: Wilson coming back into this, acting like he even stands a chance. JH: Stranger things have happened, Constance! What would be a better way to change his fortunes than by taking the Flycore Championship as his own? Shaun continues to hammer away on Ninja, kneeing him in the gut and laying him out with a snap suplex. He rolls Ninja back into the ring and follows right behind. Shaun works the crowd some more, trying to get them behind him as best he can. Sure enough, the fans are surprised to see the perpetual loser doing so well. As Ninja gets on all floors and attempts to clear the cobwebs out of his head, Shaun gives him no respite as he bounds off the ropes and clocks Ninja with a running leg lariat! JH: Shaun has been asking for a chance to take the belt, and it looks like he’s finally found the fire needed to score a victory! Ninja is looking in a bad way! CL: Hey, EN has been battling through a lot of harsh matches in FIW lately. It wouldn’t be surprising if all those scrapes had taken a toll on the guy! But I still think he’ll find a way to put this joker away. CM: Now Shaun is going for the Super Buster Duster, the move invented by Joe Rogan in his epic mixed martial arts battle against Royce Gracie! JH: …No such move… or match… has ever existed. CM: Shut up, I’m on a roll! So is Shaun as he continues the assault. He whips Ninja into the turnbuckle and starts chopping away at the champion’s chest. Ninja briefly counters and kicks Shaun away, seemingly ready to mount a comeback. He tries to mount the turnbuckle but Shaun returns and pushes him off. Ninja lands on his feet on the apron, but his body slumps over, lying across the middle rope. Shaun goes to the ropes perpendicular to Ninja, springboards off the top and nails a guillotine leg drop across the back of Ninja’s neck! JH: That was just BRUTAL! As Ninja falls off the apron and to the ground, Shaun runs off the ropes, jumps on the top rope and lands a corkscrew cross body on Ninja, who was trying to get back to his feet! Shaun stays on top of his opponent for the pin. [align=center]1! 2! NO![/align] Both men roll around as everyone in the building is astounded that wasn’t the finish. Ninja manages to make it up first and grabs Shaun by his shoulders. Banging Shaun’s head against the apron, he adds insult to injury by driving the side of Shaun’s head into the near post! JH: YES! Ninja showing he isn’t ready to give in yet! Taking out his board, Ninja writes “DANGEROUS~~!!” and moves to the apron. He takes a running start, jumps and does a backflip as he crashes onto Shaun with a splash! CL: Fully fucking… DANGEROUS~~!! Logan Black falls to the ground and begins to count! [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] And with that it’s over. Ninja, reeling from his risky attack, is barely able to move as Logan takes his hand and raises it into the air. Shaun is hardly conscious as he slowly realizes that he just got pinned. CL: What did I fucking say? What did I fucking say? JH: Ninja retains his title as Shaun Wilson unfortunately can STILL not find a win in a FIW ring! Shaun moves into the ring as Ninja raises his arms in victory, soaking in the cheers of the audience. The eyes of the two men meet and in an act of graciousness offers a hand to Shaun. JH: The champ showing some class as he recognizes Shaun for giving it all he could! Shaun lifts the tension as he sighs and takes Ninja’s hand… but he won’t let go! He pulls Ninja close and kicks him hard in the stomach! CM: OH MY GOD! HE JUST KICKED NINJA IN THE BABY-MAKER! JH: Wilson is showing some sour grapes about not being to beat the champ, even after he got the chance he was asking for… CL: What, so destroying Ninja’s uterus is going to make it better? JH: I think you guys need to take an anatomy class. Anyway, we have more action coming up on 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 finally trekking down to the ring. Bazztard: How ya feelin' tonight, FIW fans? The crowd cheers loudly, as they are apparently feeling "WHOOOO!!" and "YEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!" Bazztard: All right! Great! Me? I'm not feelin' so good this week. That's 'cuz your old buddy Bazztard was a crash test dummy for the remaining NEXT! contestants! Each of them delivered unto me their finishing maneuver... and I'd be freakin' lying if I told ya they didn't hurt. However, to make sure I was coherent enough to host this event, we peppered the demonstrations throughout the week. Some of you might've seen the videos on FIW.com this week, eh? The fans cheer again, because FIW.com draws cheap pops. Bazztard: Well, you're gonna see 'em again, and you're gonna get MY thoughts on the moves as well! First up, as usual... let's bring out El Pulpo Malo! El Pulpo Malo walks out onto the stage, mic in hand. He leans into it and waves his arm at the crowd. Pulpo: Buenos NOCHEEEEES!! Soy EL PULLLPO MALO!!! A small cheer for the cephalopod-themed luchador erupts before the lights dim and the screen flicks to an empty arena from earlier in the week. Bazztard is turned facing away from Pulpo, and the young gun charges up behind him, jumping into the air as he NAILS both knees into Bazztard's spine! He grabs hold of Bazztard's shoulders and falls backward, bending the ex-wrestler into a C-shape across his knees! The lights come back up as the feed ends, Bazztard making a wincing face. Bazztard: Lemme tell ya, straight-backed chairs are still kind of a bother on the 'ol spine. It's an effective move, really had me reeling. After a little work on the back that could seriously end a match. Whaddya call it, Pulpo? Pulpo: ... ... RELEASE THE KRAKEEEENNNN!!! Bazztard: Release the Kraken. Nice. Punny. All right, well, let's bring out the next contestant... JINGLEZ! Jinglez gets a pop from the Juggalos in the crowd (per usual) as he strides on stage, waving his hands like he's hard. You know what I mean. He takes the mic from Pulpo. Jinglez: What the fuck is up, Bazz? Bazztard: We're about to show your finisher clip, is what's up. Roll it! The lights darken again, this time Jinglez is in the ring with Bazztard, facing him. He takes to the ropes, rebounding off before LEAPING into a front-flip that takes him UP and OVER Bazztard's head! At the apex, he locks in a loose chancerie and kicks his legs out so he's hanging vertical for a split-second before DROPPING down to the mat with a SICK neckbreaker! The footage stops and the lights rise. Bazztard: I gotta say, as neckbreakers go, that ones one of the most painful I've felt! You really increased the impact by putting your own body weight and momentum behind it. Took a whole tube of Ben Gay to soothe it... anyhow, the biggest flaw I can see is if somebody's quick enough they're gonna be able to counter it with a suplex, and pretty much every Lou, Andre, and Hulk knows a suplex. Other than that, it's a highly acrobatic, athletic, and effective maneuver. Got a name for it? Jinglez: Bitch, I done TOLD you the name! Remember? When I asked that fly-ass genie for my third wish, I asked him to make me fuckin' FLY! And now I CAN, bitch! Lemme see any of these other punk-ass Juggahos try an' nail a sick-ass wicked-shit move like that. THEY CAIN'T. That's my wish, an' that's why I call it... the Third Wish! Bazztard: A move name with some backstory! Don't see that too often. I approve. Let's bring our next contestant out here, I know you're dying to see him... GOG! Gog wades out onto the stage, clutching his belt with one hand and taking the mic from Jinglez with the other. The fans go batshit crazy, as they seem to really like the short-statured superstar in the making. Gog: Hallo, Bastard! Hallo, FI-Dubya fans! Bazztard: Hey there, Gog. Let's roll that clip, huh? Dark lights, bright screen. Bazz is standing almost unawares when we hear a ROAAAAR of epic proportions and Gog charges HEADFISRT into Bazztard's gut with such an impact that BOTH men leave their feet! The clip stops and the lights rise. Bazztard: That one stops a little quick because I don't think ANYBODY wants to see me puking up my chimichanga lunch, am I right? The fans laugh and agree. Gog beams proudly. Bazztard: That was a HELL of a move, Gog. Simple but effective. Whaddya call it? Gog: Well, if ye can picture yerself summat like a castle... an' meself summat like a catapault loaded with flamin' pitch... then ye'd get the picture of me layin' waste ta yer crenalations! I call the maneuver... the Seige Engine! Bazztard: Well check that out. More than one way to get medieval on someone's ass, hmm? Thanks much, Gog, great move. Why don't we bring out the ever-cryptic Frank? Frank wanders out quite on cue, accepting the mic from Gog and folding his arms. We wait for him to play up to the fans, but he doesn't seem to be in the mood or something. Bazztard shrugs. Bazztard: Well all right, then. Roll that beautiful bean footage! Darkness! Screenery! BEAAAANS! OK, no beans. What we see is Frank, who sort of jumps at Bazztard like a crazy spider or something, locking his head in a chancerie and his legs around Bazz's body. He falls backward and IMPLANTS Bazz's head into the mat with a fierce body clutch DDT! Lights rise, fans applaud, Bazz smiles. Bazztard: Nice move, really hard to counter unless you could snap a fisherman's suplex real quick. Even then... hurt like a sonovabitch... Frank! Got a name for us? Silence, but Frank puts the mic to his lips. He stares two flaming laser holes in Bazztard's forehead before whispering breathily into the mic. Frank: FRANK. KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWS... Bazztard: Of course you do. Well, thanks, Frank. You're thrilling to speak with as always. Bazztard rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Bazztard: Next up, the guy that makes me scared to round blind corners backstage... Wendigo! The hulking manhemoth steps onstage and takes the mic in his fist, growling into it as a means of introduction. Bazztard: Super! Let's roll the move so I can see it for the last time and then erase it from my memory, all right? When the screen flickers to life this time, we find Bazztard already thrust between Wendigo's thighs. He gets twirled upward violently, almost sliding down Wendigo's back except that Wendigo catchs him by the armpits to hold him in crucifix fashion. The Wendigo growls, then ROARS and SWINGS Bazztard forward, sitting out as he SMASHES Bazz face-first into the mat! The lights rise, and we see Bazztard in the ring with his hand over his eyes. Bazztard: Is it over yet? He peeks through, nodding, pleased to see the mauling has been completed. Bazztard: In all seriousness, that was a disorienting and PAINFUL move. My nose STILL hurts. The only counter I can forsee is a backslide, and really. Who's gonna have the muscle to pull YOU into a backslide from THAT position? Whaddya call the move, Wendigo? Wendigo: ... MAAAANSLAUGHTER! Bazztard: I can't find a single flaw in that name. Does what it says on the box. Why don't we bring out Azazel before your spittle completely encrusts the mic? Azazel sighs as he walks onstage, taking the mic disdainfully from Wendigo. Azazel: I have nothing to say that will delight your insipid minds... roll the footage so TRUE mastery of acrobatics and physics may be witnessed by your very own eyes! The lights darken and the screen comes alive with Azazel bridging his hand across Bazztard's chest, both men facing one another. He sneers as he pulls up and FLIPS BACKWARD INTO A URANAGE SLAM!!! The lights rise as the fans cheer, in awe of the maneuver. Bazztard: All I can say is I'm glad I had time to recoup from El Pulpo Malo's Release the Kraken before you hit that, 'cuz if not I'd probably be paralyzed. Azazel: What you should TRULY be grateful for is that my power is not yet full in this form! Were it, I'd be holding your bloody spine in my hand at this very moment, you ridiculous sack of flesh! Bazztard: Hey, I think you're a great guy too. Got a name for your move, O Lordly One? Azazel: I have dubbed it "Ex Nihilo". It is in the ancient tongue of Latin, which you mortals have likely not even HEARD as you swill your beer, eat your Chee-tos, and sit in your own fitlth. It translates into "out of nothing", referring to the anticapation of the move... it comes from nothing and turns the victim INTO nothing! Bazztard: Exotic. Green Dragon? Jason? Wanna step onstage so I can stop listening to this narcissist? Azazel puts the mic to his lips to argue, but his feed is cut and replaced with Jason's, who seems to have his own mic. Jason: My pleasure, Bazztard-dude! Jason and the Green Dragon make their way onstage. Jason seems to have clipped his hair, styled it into spikes and dyed it red-orange. Bazztard: Nice haircut. What's the occasion? Jason: It is symbolic! Y'see, the Great and Mighty Green Dragon here is from the House of Five Leaves... the ancient wrestling school in Japan that teaches the nature of being as feathery and lightweight as a leaf, but as razor sharp as the wind that carries it! The Green Dragon poses and grins, nodding vigorously. Jason: And my new hair reflects the nature of flame! A brilliant orange flame that ignites the fires of passion in the viewers and the fires of fury in the opponents! And what do you get when you combine the fire and the leaf? Jason pauses, but as his question was rhetorical, no one answers. Jason: Lemme tell ya, man... you get a GOOD time! Bazztard: Well, whaddya know? A miniature promo before the clip. Nice work, Jason. Let's roll the footage! The Green Dragon and Bazztard are face-to-face until G.D. drives a boot into Bazztard's gut that drops him to his knees. Dragon puts his foot on Bazz's shoulder and backflips away with a Mouse to put distance between them before charging forth, kicking off Bazztard's knee as he rises and launching into a hurricanrana! Dragon hooks the leg from behind and sits on Bazz's chest in reflex before realizing nobody's counting a pin and gets off as the clip cuts. Bazztard: I gotta say, that's some DAMN precise timing on that move. Still, a series of feints and strikes ending in that hurricanrana pin? Great way to take a match. What's he call it, Jason? Jason: WE call it... the Magic Dragon! Jason waves his hands in the air as though forging a rainbow of awesome between his fingers. Dragon grins and gives a double thumbs up, nodding along with Jason. Bazztard: FANtastic. Well fans, don't forget to vote for your LEAST favorite move this week so we can drop another contestant and press into the NEXT! challenge, NEXT! week on FIW: NEXT! The crowd cheers and we fade away to something else. |
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| Crimson Shards | Feb 22 2007, 10:45 PM Post #4 |
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MA: The following Tag Team contest is scheduled for One Fall to a 15 minute time limit! 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] MA: Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Ninety Five Pounds, DRAKE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVEEEEEEEE!!!! 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. [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] [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 Reject of FIW, Graver! He walks forward, observing the gathered fans before spitting disdainfully on the stage, causing a wall of flame to erupt behind him. MA: Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at ONE-hundred NINETY pounds... the REJECT of EFF-EYE-DOUBLEYOUUUU... ... GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYVEEEERRRRRRR!!! The fans voraciously boo Graver's placid walk to the ring as he glares at them, sneering at one or two before finally entering the ring. [align=center]I keep a close watch On this Heart of mine I walk a line I walk a line[/align] Graver paces around the ring, firing off a Cactus Jack-style "bang bang" hand motion before mounting the turnbuckle to stare disdainfully at the crowd. He dismounts and awaits the violence's beginning. 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![/align] MA: And their opponents, at a combined weight of Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds, Mr. Blond; Daisuke The Crow… The Tanaka ZAAAAAIIIIBAAAAAATSUUUUUUUUU!!!! [align=center]They come runnin' just as fast as they can... 'Cause Every Girl's Crazy Bout a Sharp Dressed Man![/align] CM: So what do we actually know about this guy? Apart from his good taste, that is. CL: We know someone’s too lazy to get a profile on FIW.com up on him. We know he’s got a bad haircut. We know he likes other people to do the bleeding, which is a double edged sword, really. JH: We know he can actually wrestle if he wants to; being raised in the classic catch style that really took off in Britain all those years ago. We know that despite this, he’s a baby-kicking bastard, in the employ of an evil and ruthless man. The chorus ends, with three blasts of pyro in time with those last three words, clearing 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 argument 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. Before the bell can ring, Graver starts screaming bloody murder for ‘Dicekuh’ to appear, with more success than he ever would have thought possible. CM: This is a handicap match now? Or are clones legal? Two people, dressed in Daisuke-ish coats, with towels covering their faces hop up onto each of the neutral corners, pulling Ninja LUV!!! Poses. A third, appears behind Mr. Blond, removing the turnbuckle cover while the referee is doing his foreign object check. Graver makes threatening advances on the two men in the corner, but predictably they run off. The ref eventually attains order, as the bell is called for… [align=center]Ding, Ding!![/align] And we’re away; Graver trying to run the last Daisuke off the apron. The third one - like the others – escapes, leaving Mr. Blond to gently guide Graver’s face into the exposed turnbuckle, and over the top rope onto the floor. Daisuke #3 enters the ring, along with #1 and #2, and the three clones circle Drake Love. JH: Deplorable! Despicable! Disgusting! This is three on one! CL: Eeney Meeny Miney Mo. CM: Trying to work out which one’s the real one? CL: No, which one of Hitchen’s veins is going to explode first. The question is answered soon enough by Drake Love himself, who checks the first clone on his way in with a Kitchen Sink Knee Strike, sending the first one, rolling away for his mother. The second one tries to sneak up behind him and snatch the win with a Victory Roll; Love drops his face against the top rope, and throws him at Mr. Blond and Graver who are having something of a brawl around ringside, but we might get back to that in a second. The third Daisuke, the one clever enough to hang back as the other two get beaten around gets Decapitated by a Drake Love Clothesline! JH: Yes! … NO!!! That cry of despair was at the Real Daisuke the Crow [not to be confused with the Real Matt Impact,] not being decapitated at all, and in fact flicking the Mile High Madman into a Jujigatame, which is blocked initially, but it’s no trouble to Daisuke as he slaps on a HEAT/Daisuke Clutch! [align=center]One! Two!! Three??? Love Kicks Out A Femto-Second Early!!![/align] Shedding his coat at last, Daisuke goes for a Rolling Prawn Hold; Drake blocks it with a wheelbarrow style waist-lock, and slowly and gracefully bridges back, taking Daisuke right over, and holding a picture perfect bridge as he does so! [align=center]One! Two!! Three??? Mr. Blond With The Save!!![/align] And by save, I mean boot to the groin. Graver follows shortly after, by hurling a chair at the Peroxide One, and swinging another wildly at the ref when he tries to calm proceedings down. Graver doesn’t really want to be calmed, even by his partner, who’s recovering from the blow to his manhood, and trying to explain to the Reject that he should be in the corner so that he can tag out. Having spotted his former mentor, Graver cares not. All that really matters now is wasting the bastard with the chair. The swing hits nothing but the mat, as Daisuke rolls backwards, before scurrying - being the only word for the way he moves, almost crawling, but much too fast for it to be a crawl – across the ring, between Graver and the referee, leaping up for the tag out to Mr. Blond who’s recovered enough to make it to the corner. CM: Are you ok there, Hitchen? You’ve gone a little quiet now that he doesn’t look like he’s going to have the shit kicked out of him. JH: [size0]I’ll be fine. Mr. Blond is reluctant to enter the ring so long as both of his opponents occupy it, and as much as the crowd disapprove of the wasting of time, refuses to enter until Graver is escorted from the ring. Trying to emulate his opponent, Drake Love attempts a scurry and a diving tag, but gets a toe-capped boot across the back, stamping him down microns away from the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac’s waiting arm, and guiding him back towards the Tanaka Zaibatsu corner with a fishhook. JH: He can’t do that! CM: Without a ref to stop him, I think he can… JH: Well where the [Censored!] is that worthless nonce? As Hitchen unloads a stream of profanity against Messrs. Blond and Black; Richard Kelly has to restrain Graver, as Drake Love gets whipped into the corner with the uncovered turnbuckles [by now, all three are exposed] and bounces off, clutching his chest into a School Boy! [align=center]One! Two!! Graver Blasts Blond In The Face With a Chair!!![/align] The crowd explodes! They obviously prefer deranged chair-swinging madmen to slow and irritating cheating heels. All told, that’s a fair enough mentality, and Graver goes to pound Blond some more with the chair. Everyone’s favourite Rulebreaking Throwback rolls away dazed, and out of his way, running for the back when an errant shot wastes Richard Kelly in the face! CL: I’ve got to know, Bitchen: If Daisuke and his man are low life sleaze, and you hate them both, but Graver’s also got no respect for purity and goodness and light and all that crap and you hate him; who do you want to win this? JH: I suppose that leaves… The other guy, Drake Love was it? Like rats off a sinking ship, The Tanaka Zaibatsu evacuate the ring, Daisuke even going so far as to hop the rail into the crowd, as Graver gives chase, leaving a bemused Drake Love alone to recuperate as the ten count should, but for obvious reasons, can’t begin. CL: Now here we go, the real hardcore begin! CM: Oh yeah Conse, juicers and choking, Hradcore!!! CL: Hradcore? CM: Like Hardcore, only for Losers! The two bicker as Mr. Blond tries to escape around ringside, holding his head, after the chair-shot, which now seems like it was a while back, but really was only in the last minute. Still, he stumbles around ringside, followed by a hungry looking Graver who looks to obliterate him in the stead of Daisuke, who like some kind of dark Genie, appears in front of him and grants him Mist to the face! JH: ARRGHH!!! CL: It’s ok Bitchen, you can look, he blocked it! Basking in his own genius, outwitting one of the smarmiest bastards in FIW, Graver cheers and holds up the black stained chair for all to see, before hurling it down on his former ‘sensei’s’ head… only Daisuke isn’t there any more. The opposite of the man who’ll sacrifice his own body to win, Daisuke escapes back to the ring, with what he went into the crowd in the first place for: smelling salts. A now-rested Drake Love, who gets him in a Full Nelson as he tries to sneak past, cutting him off. The Dragon Suplex quickly follows, and Drake Love holds on in the bridge. [align=center]One! Two!! Three??? No Referee To Count The Fall!!![/align] Somewhat befuddled by the lack of bell after the huge counting along from the crowd; Drake Love stands up, with his arms raised in empty victory. Mr. Blond Capitalises with a Crucifix hold! [align=center]One! Two!! Three??? Daisuke’s Own Lightning Three Doesn’t Count Either!!![/align] Clutching his own neck, Daisuke rolls towards the referee, to wake him up, as Drake Love powers out of the crucifix hold [at what would have been an 2 ½ count, had the ref been awake] and he goes back to work on the ‘legal’ man; Clubberin’ away at him, with the old favourite Double Axe Handle Smashes to the back, and hurling Mr. Blond into the Love/Graver corner, and wasting his gut with shoulder charges, as Graver tags himself in, which the ref actually does acknowledge, although he doesn’t quite acknowledge the need for a table to be used. Seeing a chair in one of the neutral corners, Graver doesn’t much mind and lets him have it, and while Kelly disposes of the table safely, Graver drops Mr. Blond with a DDT onto the Chair. The ref might have seen it, if only Daisuke hadn’t decided he wanted the table for his own nefarious uses… JH: Even for this man, that’s low; distracting the referee while his partner takes a Shining Meat Hook, as the beating continues CM: And he never really struck me as the Hradcore type… [align=center]*Ding!*[/align] Is the sound of what the Japanese call a Vital Part Attack; a last desperate attempt by Mr. Blond to come back into the match as the ref isn’t looking. Daisuke however is, and he smiles when he sees what happens next. CL: Where the hell did that wench come from! CM: **Wolf Whistles** Nice Top Rope Scissory Kicking Thing on Graver. Really shows off her athletic… Uhh… JH: [Muffled by the fact his head is in his hands:] Prowess? CL: Legs? CM: That’s the one. Legs. While Chip marvels, Zesboca Devani comes flying down onto the back of Graver’s head with the Zessy Kick! A perfect time for Daisuke to drop the table, just so Mr. Blond can compound Jon Hitchen’s anguish, by sitting his opponent up so he can get a full head of steam going off the ropes; Quiff Kick!!! [align=center]One![/align] JH: Here comes the only decent man in the match for the save! [align=center]Two!![/align] CM: Holy Schnikey, who knew he really could do Ninjay-type stuff, like run along the ropes? JH: Please, No… NOOOO!!!! [align=center]Three!!! Ding Ding Ding!!![/align] MA: Here are your winners, by Grand Larceny, Daisuke The Crow; Mr. Blond... The TANAKAAA ZAAIIIIIBAATSUUUUUUUUU!!!! The ref’s hand comes down to end a thoroughly stolen match, just as Drake Love hits the deck himself being interrupted in his moment of glory by the closest thing to a High Spot Daisuke can do; running along the top rope, and flying off with a Kneel Kick to the back of his head! Zessy, by this point, is half way up the aisle, blowing kisses to Graver, and basking in the adulation of her wolf whistling legions of fans, and the Tanaka Zaibatsu have already evacuated, and are nowhere to be seen. CM: No need to cry, Bitchen, you should be used to all of the shenanigans by now. At least it was a pretty girl doing the interfering, instead of some smelly old coot. CL: I wonder if anything's going to come of this? CM: You know, we should cut to commercial, and get Hitchen cleaned up a bit… Camera fly quickly to the back and we see Zesboca rushing through the back. She slips on a leather jacket over her attire and tries not to be noticed by anyone in the back. Standing at the corner of the hallway is Tanya looking at her student with a stern look knowing what she has done. "What do you think your doing?" "I am getting out of here. What are you doing here? I don't have a match this week." "I came to get you after the show so we could go do something. Now look at you. What did you just do out there?" "I got payback ok?" "Payback should be in a one to one match not attacking them." "He cost me my match. So I cost him his." "Two wrongs don't make a right Zessy." "I am not a child Tanya." "Then stop acting like one." Tanya turns sharply on her heels and starts to walk away leaving the young Zesboca out in the middle of the hallway. Zesboca hits the wall and goes in the opposite direction of her mentor. "I was getting payback." |
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| Crimson Shards | Feb 22 2007, 10:46 PM Post #5 |
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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] MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is a four-corners match! Introducing first, from Leamington Spa, England... CHRIS! ELLLLLLRIIIIIIICK!!! …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. [align=center]CALL ME THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE CALL ME THE AMERICAN DREAM CALL ME YOUR SOUL CORRUPTED CALL ME ANYTHING YOU NEED![/align] The lights cut out immediately after Rob Zombie begins screaming the lyrics of "The Great American Nightmare", causing the crowd in attendance to cheer as loud as they possibly can which pretty much deafens anyone within a 5 mile radius. Dark purple strobes and searchlights begin to assault the entire arena now, as the fans' eager attention turns to the stage which has been pretty much engulfed in purple smoke. After a few moments which seem like forever to the rabid fans in the audience, the smoke disperses just enough to allow the fans to focus on the hulking form of Nightmare standing tall and defiant in the entryway, the blazing strobes giving the Prince of Pain a very ghoulish look. After a moment, Chris Sanders strolls out and stands beside his charge, with his duffle bag in hand, opening his arms to welcome the cheers. MA: On his way to the ring at this time, in the company of Chris Sanders, he hails from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds and represents the RRRRRREVOLUTIONNN, HE IS FIW'S PRINCE OF PAIN, NIGHTMAAAAAAARE!!!! [align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE? YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH![/align] They linger for a few moments, Chris talking away as he normally does until Nightmare starts toward the ring, his manager following at a good pace. Nightmare tags hands with his fans until he reaches the ring, then he enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, flexing for the crowd as Chris Sanders claps, pointing up at him and continuing to promote him until he gets off the buckle, going to the other corner and jumping up so he can raise the Revolution 'R' handsign to the crowd, slamming it against his heart, then he goes to one more corner and raises the double devil horns, soaking in the adulation of the crowd before stepping off the buckle, taking off his coat and handing it to Chris so he can settle in the corner and watch the entryway with a scary amount of focus, ready to hurt somebody as Chris proceeds to start handing out merchandise to lucky ringside fans. 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 introducing their opponent... standing SIX foot EIGHT and weighing in tonight at THREE hundred NINETEEN POUNDS... ! CRRRRAAAAACKERJAAAAAAAACK!! 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. Everything fades to black as the piano opening of Alkaline Trio’s “Time to Waste” echo within the arena. When the chugging guitars break in, two small pyro explosions pop on either side of the entryway. Strobe lights flicker as Steve appears, wearing his Broken Heart t-shirt and looking miserable. He glances at the audience, shaking his head in general disgust as his lips snarl. MA: And their opponent... from Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at TWO hundred POUUNDS... STEVE... THE EMO KID... PAAAAATTERSOOOOOONNN!!! With gritty determination, he begins to move slowly toward the ring, his facial expression tightening as he comes nearer. By the time he reaches the ring he looks like a time bomb ready to explode. Sliding under the bottom rope, he goes to his corner and loosens up, rubbing his wrists and rolling his neck. The dogged look on his face never goes away however. CL: I love short entrances. JH: I love a rich herbal tea. [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] CM: And we’re on! JH: This match is starting out with Nightmare and Elrick, which should be an enjoyable contest. CL: Clearly our good friend Jonathan Hitchen missed everything Elrick and Nightmare have done together in the past. Because if he had seen it, ‘enjoyable’ would not be a word used to describe the oncoming eye-searing, heart-flaying abomination of wrestling. We start with a good ‘ol collar-and-elbow tieup between the two men (after a handshake to show off their mutual respect, of course) as the commentators prattle on. JH: Both men are VERY talented wrestlers. Elrick’s once again on a hard rise in the FIW ranks and Nightmare and Grant Rice have been undefeated-- CL: Aha! GRANT RICE. Former NGIW blood. REAL NGIW blood. That’s why you’ve got a triumphant tag-team there, not Grimace VonNoncemare. Nightmare’s strength advantage sees him forcing Elrick down into a chancerie, but Elrick’s far too wily for that, spinning out of it and capturing Nightmare’s arm to bring it backward into a hammerlock. The hammerlock fades away in favor of a full nelson, however, and the larger man fights for freedom. JH: Fantastic chain-wrestling from these two individuals. CM: Chris Sanders is right, with moves like that Nightmare might be able to go toe-to-toe with our catch-as-catch-can champ! CL: In your catch-as-catch-can dreams. When the fuck did you become a mark for British wrestling anyhow? Isn’t that Bitchen’s stereotype? JH: Bloody hell! When do I ever portray a typical British stereotype? Half the time I sound like sodding J.R.! Boy, relevant commentary tonight. Nightmare gets a wise idea and instead of fighting at the shoulders he kicks his own feet out from under him and drops ass-first to the mat. The pain in his tailbone is worth it as Elrick’s balance is severely thrown, allowing Nightmare the opportunity to wriggle one arm free. He keeps the other locked, pushing back to his feet before using Elrick’s poor balance and his own monstrous strength to biel the real Career Killer with a hiptoss! JH: Oo! And Elrick needs to schedule an appointment with his chiropractor! That move was spine-shatt--- CM: SHUT UP. DON’T SAY IT. WE’VE GONE SO LONG WITHOUT IT. Elrick makes a face that could be ambiguously misconstrued for his “o-face” and puts the back of his hand to the small of his back. Chris Sanders shouts words of encouragement from the outside and suggests that Nightmare “murdalize” Elrick. Nightmare does as suggested, pressing Elrick to the mat with a boot before mounting him and driving a series of fists into his cheekbones. Elrick flattens himself to the mat, and the Truth whisks over to count the pin. [align=center]ONE! [/align] For some reason, an Ace of Spades is lying in the space where Truth’s hand struck down… [align=center]TWO!! [/align] … and now it’s a two of hearts. Why is it there? No matter, Truth collects the cards as Elrick pulls his shoulders up off the canvas and uses both arms to block in the hailstorm of Nightmare’s raining fists. JH: Elrick has GOT to watch his shoulders if he wants a victory here. A pin can come out of nowhere if he’s not careful. CL: He needs to get out from under Nightmare is what he needs to do. I CANNOT think of a situation where that’s preferable. CM: If you’re Nightmare’s girlfriend? CL: Only in your catch-as-catch-can dreams, Chip. CM: Goddammit, fuck you! I’m not queer. CL: Those leg warmers you’re wearing beg to differ. What is this, Flashdance? CM: They’re coming back in style! It’s not MY fault you’re too behind the times to know this! And besides, it’s fucking COLD in here! CL: Why don’t you go hug up on Felix Arroyo? I’m sure you two would enjoy each other’s company. CM: Fuc-- CL: Anally speaking, of course. CM: Oh, for fucking Chrissake! Nightmare seems to be tired of punching Elrick in the mouth (probably for the same reason anyone in a wrestling match stops doing something that will more than likely see them the win) as he rises and bends over to YANK Elrick to his feet by his throat! El coughs hard and fires a toe kick that misses Nightmare’s abdomen by a few inches… however those few inches are upward, not away, and thus the toe of Elrick’s boot drives STRAIGHT up into Nightmare’s diaphragm! The Prince of Pain drops to one knee, sucking in the air Elrick just kicked out of him. CL: YES!! I THINK HE’S DYING!! CM: We could only be so lucky… Elrick gingerly touches his face before treading over to Crackerjack and handing him a tag. The manolith steps through the ropes without question and speeds toward Nightmare, DRIVING a heavy knee into Night’s face! CL: WHOO! Can’t stop once the Pain Train’s in motion! Crackerjack puts some distance between himself and Nightmare, and as the maskless one rises, he charges in and CRACKS HIM IN THE FACE WITH ANOTHER KNEE!! CM: Crack his jaw, Crackerjack! Nightmare growls loudly and cradles his face in his hands, Chris Sanders approaching him and banging on the mat in order to ignite the fire in his client. Nightmare eyes around for Crackerjack who has taken point again, and begins to rise. Crackerjack charges once more, but this time Night is ready for him, catching the leg and sending a hard forearm to Crackerjack’s knee. Crackerjack stumbles but stays upright, Nightmare pulling the masked psycho toward him as he pulls himself up as well. They stay standing for a moment before Night POWERS through Crackerjack’s upper chest with a clothesline that takes them both to the mat! JH: Beautiful use of a short-arm lariat… or should I say short-leg? CL: Whatever you say, say it to Chip. Whisper it in his ear. He likes that. CM: Will you fucking stop it!? Nightmare exhales heavily and looks around for a tag-out. Steve Patterson and his personal black rain cloud hovering over his head seem open and willing, while Elrick seems to be taking inventory of his facial regions. Nightmare looks between the two for a moment, notices Crackerjack rising, and slaps Elrick’s arm, tagging out. JH: Interesting strategy by Nightmare to tag Elrick back in so soon. CM: He’s ignoring Steve Patterson. It’s a damn slap in the face! Elrick looks a bit peevish toward Nightmare, but steps through the ropes. Crackerjack simply seems delighted to have a target to point his fist at. Elrick ducks out of the way JUST in the nick of time, feints to the side, and CLOTHESLINES Crackerjack across the chest! The big man still refuses to go down, simply staggering backward before retaliating by introducing Elrick’s facemeats to a nation of booteration! CL: Big boot! Vince McMahon is somewhere creaming his jeans right now! CM: And Elrick’s crapping them. Between Nightmare’s fists and Crackerjack’s feet, Elrick’s face has become one big red spot. CL: Wait, like a target? Or a bloody vagina? CM: EW! A target! Why would you even SAY that other thing!? CL: What, does the phrase “bloody vagina” make your pooter-hungry ween go shrivelly? I shall make notes of your faggotry on my announce sheet. JH: Don’t doodle on the announce sheet, it has important information for us. CL: … you actually USE this thing? I usually just draw pictures of ghosts and hot chicks wrapped in barbed wire on it… Crackerjack peels Elrick off the canvas and sends him to the opposite ropes, holding out an arm for him to collide with. Elrick doesn’t seem to want to follow this plan and instead ducks under it, colliding with the other set of ropes and a tagging hand from one half of HARDCORE SEX. JH: FINALLY the Emo Kid gets a shot in this match. CM: Silly Hitchen. Constance isn’t wrestling. CL: A-hahahahaha. Oh my. Crackin’ up over here. Better get me some crazy glue, ‘cuz you’ve just split my sides.[/sarcasm] He stops, stares sort of angrily at Steve, but then remembers his face feels like three miles of bad road and shrugs before taking to the apron. Steve, however, takes to the top turnbuckle. Crackerjack turns to find Elrick on the apron, giving him a second of bewilderment long enough to allow Steve to take flight with a somersault vertical splash body press! JH: That was an acrobatic thing of sheer beauty! CL: The part with the flippy-floppy or the part where Crackerjack caught him? Crackerjack has indeed reacted quickly enough to be holding both himself and Steve up, but Steve isn’t done yet. He scissors his legs around Crackerjack’s midsection as best he can and locks in a necklock before yanking them BOTH backward into the canvas! JH: NIGHTINGALE!! CL: Nice. There’s an insult for Nightmare I haven’t thought of. I gotta write that one down. CM: Yeah, welcome to the dark side, Hitchen. JH: The move, you idiots! Steve Patterson just hit an INCREDIBLE DDT on Crackerjack that might just turn the tide of this match in the fresher man’s favor. Steve gets in a few good stomps before hauling the behemoth to his feet. Crackerjack seems a bit woozy and disoriented, so he doesn’t get much of a chance to resist the whip trip the Emo Kid send him on. The destination appears to be empty ropes until Nightmare sidles over, catching Crackerjack with a surprise chancerie INTO A SUPLEX THAT USES THE BIG MAN’S MOMENTUM TO TAKE HIM UP AND OVER THE ROPES AND DOWN TO THE MATS BELOW!!! JH: GOOD LORD WHAT A SUPLEX FROM NIGHTMARE!!! The Truth makes the official hand-clappy “that counts as a tag” gesture and Nightmare steps between the ropes with his sights set on Patterson. He charges forward, only to get drop toe holded into the ropes--NO! Nightmare puts out both hands and catches the bottom rope. He pulls his legs out from the Emo Kid’s grasp and gives his ankle a good stomp before turning to face his foe. Patterson hits his feet quickly and LUNGES at Nightmare with an elbow smash that never hits its mark. Nightmare feints to the side and around Steve’s back where he hooks in a waistlock and HEAVES Steve backward into a HARD German suplex! CL: SUUUUPLEXXAAAAUUUUUUoh who cares, it’s Nightmare… Steve gets to his feet and turns around STRAIGHT INTO A HELLACIOUS LARIAT FROM NIGHTMARE THAT SENDS HIM FLIPPING THROUGH THE AIR LIKE EDDY GORDO FROM TEKKEN WHEN SOMEBODY DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO PLAY AND IS JUST HITTING THE BUTTONS RANDOMLY!!! JH: NIGHTMARE-LINE!!! CM: Oh, THAT’S an original name. I liked “The Second Bullet” better. CL: I liked “lariat”. What’s wrong with “lariat”? CM: It needs drama and flair. CL: Like Desperate Housewives? CM: Yes, like--STOP MAKING ME INSINUATE I’M HOMOSEXAUL. Nightmare neglects a cover, instead choosing another spot of the ring to lurk in, waiting for Steve to rise once more. He does, taking a cautious look around for Nightmare before he finally sees him. Steve sighs and pantomimes slitting his wrist as Nightmare BARRELS INTO HIM WITH A SPEAR!! JH: THE UNNAMED FEELING!! CL: I’ve got a feeling with a name. Mercy. As in “If Noncemare wins, please end my life. It would be a mercy killing.” Nightmare finds another spot of ring to wait at, grinning brightly as he signals for the Cataclysm. Elrick gets poised with one foot on the bottom rope and his arms tensed, ready to spring over if Nightmare gets overzealous and indeed manages a cover, but suddenly and out of NOWHERE, Crackerjack LEAPS up onto the apron and GRABS Nightmare around the neck, DRAGGING him out of the ring with him! JH: THE SHEER STRENTH!!! As Nigthmare’s body exits the ring, Elrick lays a hand on it, which the Truth recognizes as the legal tag and Elrick hops inside. He skids over to the now face-down Emo Kid and locks in a cobra clutch… JH: This could be it! Elrick could be going for the… Elrick steadies himself and flips into the bridge, completing the hold and causing the fans to hit their feet! JH: YES! PAINKILLER! PAINKILLER!! Steve cries out in pain as Crackerjack continues mauling Nightmare on the outside. The Emo Kid finally can’t take it anymore and slaps his hand against the mat, choking out “LIFE IS MISERY!” as he does. The bell rings, throwing Crackerjack and Nightmare into slight confusion until they figure out what occurred. MA: Your winner… ELLLLLRIIIIIICK!! JH: What a stupendous victory for Elrick! Smart thinking and heart persevered in the end! |
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JH: It is now time for another one of Onikage’s title defenses. CL: Oh joy, hopefully it’s the last fucking one too. CM: I whole heartedly agree with that sentiment. JH: Oh come on now guys, his matches haven’t been that bad and unlike another certain top level champion, he does at least try and bring respect to the belt. CL: Fucking bullshit, he wins one match by a roll up of all fucking things and the other he cheats. CM: Yeah! …Wait, how did he cheat? MA: The following contest is the scheduled semi-main event of this edition of ReVolt and is scheduled for one fall to a finish. The time limit it has been granted is thirty minutes and your official for this contest is Mark Jackson! 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. [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... CL: He may not be my favorite guy around, but he’s a fucking step up from Onikage. CM: Kiyoshi’s been kind of eh since Red Cell got disbanded. Hopefully by winning this belt it’ll make him super awesome again. JH: But he does have quite the test in front of him if he does win the title. After all, the only time these two met up in a setting like this before Onikage won. CL: …Don’t fucking remind me. CM: That was just by poor refereeing, not Kiyoshi’s fault. JH: I highly doubt that. 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. CM: Boo, hiss, and other such noises to show my disdain for him. JH: Say what you will about the man’s personality, but he’s attitude in the ring has been noble. CL: Noble my fucking foot. CM: Yeah, he’s just a freak, plain and simple. JH: I would have to strongly disagree with you on that. CL: But if you do, I’ll fucking knock your teeth out. MA: Introducing first the challenger, he hails from Komachi City, Japan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds and stands at six feet and one inch…He is your reigning FIW Fighting Spirit Champion…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSHIIIIIII NAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAHAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~!!! The Kingston upon Hull fans applaud and cheer the Judo Sensei gives a light bow before raising a lone arm into the air, it is holding the Fighting Spirit Championship. MA: And now introducing the champion, he hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds and stands at six feet and two inches…He is your reigning FIW Undisputed International Champion…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! Aside from a few old school Slam fans in attendance who cheer, the masked man gets nothing but jeers directed in his way as he pushes his body back up to a vertical base. JH: One major difference between this contest and their last, besides the title being on the line, the crowd is much more clearly behind the challenger. CL: Which any one with common sense would be. CM: Kiyoshi’s going to become a double champion yet again tonight! JH: We very well could see that as these two champions of FIW collide. CL: No, we will see it. CM: Ah, nice to know despite all our disagreements there is one thing Conse and I agree upon, we loath Onikage to our very core. Jackson calls for the two men to enter the center of the ring; before both comply they undo their jackets and toss them to ringside stage hands. The two men stare each other down as they casually walk towards each other, stopping when they meet in the center. Anderson takes the FSC from Nakahata while Mark explains the rules to both. England’s fans are already too rowdy to put up with the rules explaining and start chanting “Na-ka-ha-ta”. Once he is done explaining the rules he looks between both men before asking if they understand, Kiyoshi gives a nod and Onikage says yes. He undoes his title belt and hands it over to Mark as he calls for the hand shake between the two competitors. A playful and a bit confident smirk creeps it’s way over Nakahata’s face as the two embrace hands, traces of one form over Onikage too though he seems to be trying to hide it. They give each other a nod like head bow as Jackson holds the UIC in the air above them until they break the hand shake. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Out of the bell Kiyoshi shows no hesitation when he barrels towards the champion, cutting the small distance between them and going for a forceful lariat. Though it is much to the fans’ and his dismay the masked oddity ducks under it and twirls around, looking for a roaring forearm. In the blink of an eye things change, Nakahata snatches the arm, taking a bit of the blunt of the attack and looking for one of his world famous Judo throws. He launches the larger man over his shoulder, but in mid-tumble the Straight Edge Artist grabs a hold of Kiyoshi, bringing him over and sloppily rolling him up! CL: I hate to fucking admit it, but that was a pretty fucking impressive display of counters from both of them. CM: Gah! Not another roll up! Kick out Kiyoshi! [align=center]1![/align] JH: It would hold a slight sense of irony if Onikage finished off two Red Cell members in similar manner. CL: If he does, I fucking riot. [align=center]2![/align] CM: No, no, no, no, no, no three please! JH: Could we see this title defense end this early?! [align=center]THRE-NO! KICK OUT![/align] CL: Well that’s a fucking relief. CM: Yay, Kiyoshi’s still in this! A tad flustered looking the white haired fighter scrambles up to his feet and whips his body around to face the man that nearly got a quick one on him. Onikage is simply up to a knee and is now the one smirking, holding up a hand to show how close Kiyoshi was to being pinned. Being a bit flustered still such an action only serves to embarrass and to a degree anger Nakahata as he sprints towards his opponent. The veteran of the two is hip to what his foe is doing when he scales up his knee, getting ready to avoid the shining wizard…instead Kiyoshi rams his palm into the side of Onikage’s skull! CM: Oh wait, I know this one! SHIIIIIIIIIIINIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNG WIIIIIIIZZZZ-Huh? …Isn’t there supposed to be a kick there? JH: It would appear Kiyoshi hit one of the many variations of the shining attack, though I don’t think I’ve ever seen a shining palm strike before… CL: That was a thing of fucking beauty! The way he made Onikage’s neck twist gave me chills! CM: Hmm, well, if that’s not a shining wizard, and Kiyoshi’s Japanese, would that make it…a shining samurai? …Mhmmm…Maybe a shining ronin… JH: Wow, I’m impressed you actually know what a samurai or ronin is Chip. CL: Yeah, wonderful, except he fails to realize the shining wizard has nothing to do with heritage, seeing as a Japanese man invented it… He tries his hardest to hold his balance, but, it is quite obvious the shining palm strike (or samurai) jarred him, and Nakahata decides to help that along. Quickly he takes a few back steps and dashes the short distance forward and connects with a running knee strike right to the jaw! The masked man’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls backwards over his body, Kiyoshi scurries towards the remains. Just as he gets to his knees to go down further to cover the champ, Onikage grabs a hold of him, rolling him into a small package, only for the FSC to reverse it! JH: Kiyoshi now with the roll up! CL: Can’t these fuckers lay off the pinning techniques? [align=center]1![/align] CM: Guess not, though Kiyoshi’s reverse thingy looks like some thing out of high school wrestling. JH: Yes, well, there aren’t many ways to counter the small package Chip. [align=center]TW-NO! ONIKAGE ROLLS OVER![/align] CL: Oh for fuck’s sake! CM: So wait, now Onikage’s pinning Kiyoshi again? [align=center]1![/align] JH: That’s the sign of a true ring general, being able to reverse a reversal. CL: Or a man that has a fetish for roll ups. [align=center]TW-NO! KIYOSHI ROLLS OVER AGAIN![/align] CM: Gah…so…confusing… JH: Good lord, they are running poor Mark Jackson ragged! [align=center]ON-NO! ONIKAGE ROLLS OVER AGAIN![/align] CL: And people try to say that wrestling doesn’t have any homosexual undertones… CM: Make it stop! [align=center]ON-NO! KIYOSHI KICKS OUT![/align] JH: I think Kiyoshi decided reversing it again wouldn’t be too affective. CL: Besides making us all start to get dizzy along with them. Both men get off of their backs and Kiyoshi tries to create some distance between the two of them as he attempts to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Only problem is that the champion follows right after him and pounces, trying to lock in the buffalo sleeper. Unfortunately for the Undisputed International Champion, Nakahata avoids the hold and snatches a hold of his arm. Like lightning the white haired behemoth twists their bodies and wraps his legs around the neck of his foe, synching in the triangle choke leg variation! CL: Alright, the Sankakujime! Make that masked bitch tap like I tap Hitchen’s mother’s ass! CM: Ew…isn’t she like…in her sixties? JH: Hey! I thought I was finally rid of those kinds of jokes! CL: You should know by fucking now I’ll be your tormenter for the rest of your existence, even in your dreams. CM: Yeah and I’ll be…uh…the guy that dislikes you strongly! JH: …I hate you both…Any ways! Kiyoshi could have the victory well in hand here with this submission! Nakahata tightly wrenches back on the hold with his legs and holds as tightly as he can onto the Savior of Sorrow’s arm. Mark Jackson kneels down beside the two and tries to get any kind of sign from the masked man. All he gets is him shaking his free hand to signify he isn’t submitting and him starting to move his right leg. Why he is moving his right leg is shortly answered when he places it up on the bottom rope, making Mark get Kiyoshi to break the hold, which he does. CM: I can’t believe I’m about to say this but…thank you Onikage, thank you for making me not have to put up with any more of this technical crap. JH: Great ring awareness by the champion, if Kiyoshi had moved him a bit more away from the ropes he might’ve had him. CL: It’s okay…it’s fucking okay…This was just a sampler, a teaser, a taste of when the fucker is in the Dojime…which he better not get out of. CM: Do-a-what now? JH: Dojime Sleeper, you know, his finisher. CL: The thing no one’s escaped out of and has finished most of his matches that he’s won? Cautiously he let’s go of the hold and wiggles out from under the man that he had in a submission predicament a moment ago. They get a clean break and both men roll over onto their stomachs, nearly as soon as they do Onikage lungs forward. He viciously drives the point of his knee cap into the side of the other champ’s cranium, knocking him silly. Taking advantage of this momentum starter he delivers another knee strike to the side of the skull, and then quickly rolls Nakahata up into a jack knife roll up! JH: Another pin fall attempt from Onikage! CL: Bastard thinks he might get lucky since he tried to knock Kiyoshi silly. [align=center]1![/align] CM: Well, Kiyoshi could get a concussion from those knee strikes if hit in the right way. JH: I’m actually shocked you know that Chip. [align=center]TW-NO! KICK OUT![/align] CL: Ha, he didn’t even get two. CM: So much for th…what’s he doing?! The masked oddity grabs tightly on Kiyoshi’s legs and flips his own body over Nakahata’s and re-pins him, now in a pinfall with a bridge. CL: He really thinks that’s going to make a whole lot more of a difference? CM: It looks like he’s trying to make Kiyoshi teabag himself. [align=center]1![/align] JH: Well there’ an image I’m sure a lot of the viewers will be thanking you for Chip… CL: I’m thinking of even thanking the fucker for that image… [align=center]2![/align] CM: What? Don’t you guys know what teabagging is? It’s when a guy or gal has another guy stick his ba- JH: Okay I think that’s enough for now Chip! [align=center]THR-NO! KICK OUT![/align] CL: Once again he’s denied the victory…because he fucking sucks. CM: Hopefully the match gets exciting again. Making sure he’s the first of the two to his feet and grabs a hold of the challenger by his hair, the Savior of Sorrow pulls him up to his feet. To ensure very little resistance he slams his forearm down against the smaller man’s back in a clubbing style. Quickly he crosses the arms and lifts Nakahata up into the air, releasing him in mid-way and letting him drop back first. He comes to a abrupt stop in mid-flight when he lands spine first on the point of Onikage’s knee cap. CL: Fuck! CM: He made Kiyoshi do a sorta flip thing in mid-way. JH: The cross arm backbreaker is normally reserved for lighter foes, suppose that just shows that despite his appearance, there is strength behind Onikage’s build. CL: That gut on him states otherwise and states he’s eaten one too many bon bons. CM: Mmmhmmm…bon bons… JH: I always saw him as more of a ho ho lover mys…why are we even talking about this?! A look of pain is spread on the facial features of the Fighting Spirit Champion as he slowly makes it back up to his feet. This time the International Champion delivers a low side kick to the ankle, making Nakahata lower his base a little. It is just enough for the masked mad man to hook both his arms and scoop him up into the air for the Flavor of the Hour! The Canadian backbreaker wrecks havoc on Kiyoshi’s spinal column before he falls to the mat. CM: Gah, Kiyoshi’s poor back! JH: These attacks to Kiyoshi’s head, neck and back Onikage’s been doing nearly all match are all setting up for the Flavor of the Month or For Whom the Bell Tolls. CL: Neither of which the fucker will be hitting tonight if I have any thing to say about it. CM: But you don’t control the matches Conse. JH: No, that would be the wrestlers that do. CL: Whatever, all I’m saying is I’m gonna be damning some deity if Onikage manages to win again. Onikage drops down to one knee and grab a hold of Kiyoshi’s arm as he starts to pull his upper half up off of the canvas. Carefully yet swiftly the Savior of Sorrow positions his legs to lock in the leg scissors when he’s ready to make his move. It is when he’s a matter of mere moments, less than seconds, away from locking it in that Kiyoshi realizes what his foe is doing. Frantically and without much skill to it Nakahata flings his captured arm forward, sacrificing it to hit a sloppy judo throw, taking Onikage over his shoulder. JH: The bell does not toll for Kiyoshi tonight! CL: Fuck yeah! That’s what you get for having a dumb move you sheep fucker! CM: The tale of one man who against all the odds and the most hideous mask ever to be seen in existence became a champion…again! JH: That sounded like a cheesy ad for a inspirational sports movie. CL: Yes…Yes it fucking did. CM: You lot just don’t know the value of true talent. With a grimace on his face Nakahata shakes at his arm that suffered from the throw and nearly got popped out of it’s socket. Slowly he gets to his feet as Onikage rolls through the judo throw and gets to his feet first, running the ropes. When he returns to near Kiyoshi he leaps into the air and looks for a leg lariat that the heavier man side steps. The masked oddity lands on his feet and springs off of the opposite side of the ring’s ropes, right into a STO! CL: STK! Space Tornado Kiyoshi! CM: Yes! He put that freak down! JH: This could be partly what Kiyoshi needs to rebound and win this match. CL: Could be? It is what he partly needs to rebound and win this match! CM: I told you guys! It’s the wonderful tale of a underdog that is the victor in the end, Hollywood’s never lied to me before and it won’t now! JH: Guys, don’t count your chicks before they hatch. Rolling towards the ropes the Straight Edge Messiah clings to them and uses them to bring his body back up to a vertical base. Sadly for him, Kiyoshi’s already back to his feet and rushing towards him like a bull that sees red. The Fighting Spirit Champion dives at the masked man and tackles him with a spear, knocking the wind out of him. A gasp rings out through the fans as he hits with such velocity Kiyoshi and Onikage tumble out of the ring in between the middle and top ropes! CM: This is more like it! JH: Good god! Onikage broke the fall for both men! He fell at least seven feet from the ring to the floor! CL: I hope to any deity listening that the fall paralyzed Onikage. CM: Yeah, that’d make it a easy win, then Nakahata could just roll him back into the ring and pin him! JH: You two are deplorable for actually HOPING a man became paralyzed! CL: Oh come off it mister goody too shoes, you know just as well as I fucking do you were mentally hoping the same fucking thing happened. The fans erupt when the two men fall all that way down to the ringside floor, as mentioned, Onikage taking the worse of it. He screams out in agony and arches his back while Nakahata rolls off of him, shaking the few cobwebs out of his head. Apparently he didn’t expect the fall either as Kiyoshi looks a bit surprised by it as he gets up to a knee. FIW’s own yeti grabs a handful of the long locks of Onikage and brings him back up to his feet. JH: While Onikage may have taken most of the fall, Kiyoshi looks worse for wear too. CL: Least he can probably count past ten right about now, doubt the sheep fucker could do the same. CM: You mean the freak could count past ten when he was of normal mind? JH: The two of you can make light of him all you wish, but I will give credit where credit is due, he can be quite ingenious at times. CL: Oh so since he can come up with a few basic strategies he’s suddenly Einstein? CM: Don’t mind him Conse, Hitchen’s just racist…obviously… Before the Judo Sensei is able to lead him any where the masked oddity fires off a forearm strike to the face, jarring his foe. Seizing the opportunity in front of him, Onikage delivers a second and third forearm strike to the mug of his challenger. The white haired warrior returns the favor by holding on tightly to his skull and delivering three head butts in a row. To further add to his vengeance he yanks the Savior of Sorrow towards the guard rail in a whip…only for Onikage to reverse it and send Nakahata flying over the top of it and into the lap of a front row fan! CL: Fuck you Onikage! CM: Don’t worry Conse, that woman’s bosom seems to have soften Kiyoshi’s fall. JH: She doesn’t seem to be minding him on her lap either… CL: Yeah, yeah, probably the most action she’s seen today, give him your number and give it a rest lady. CM: I know some girls do like their guys a bit more stocky like Nakahata, gives them the whole cute teddy bear look. JH: And how you know this is frightening Chip… Much to the disappointment of the woman in the first row now flirting with Nakahata as he sits on her lap dazed, Onikage stalks over to them. Quickly he grabs a hold of the Judo Sensei and brings him over the railing in a vertical brainbuster. The fans all collectively cringe when Kiyoshi meets floor neck first with only a thin layer of padding between them. Not wasting any time, the Savior of Sorrow brings Kiyoshi back to his feet and throws him in under the bottom rope, following him in. CM: Oh no! Kiyoshi might be paralyzed now after that head droppy thing! JH: That brainbuster on the floor was down right ruthless! CL: Damn you whatever deity caused that, I said I wanted Onikage paralyzed, Onikage, not Kiyoshi! Ya know, the bastard in the ugly zombie face mask, not the Japanese dough boy! CM: I always envisioned Nakahata more as the marshmallow man from Ghost Busters. JH: He’s dead meat right now if he doesn’t manage to regroup. CL: That was so cliché’ it made me piss blood just now. Still slightly out of it, Kiyoshi gets to his feet almost immediately when he enters the ring and Onikage does the same exact thing. However, unlike his foe that is staggering, he runs right at him and spins in mid-run, bringing up his arm. The roaring forearm misses it’s due to Nakahata still having the presence of mind to side step it. The masked oddity comes off the ropes and goes for it a second time, and a second time the Judo Sensei avoids it. JH: Amazing! Even when nearly out on his feet Kiyoshi still manages to avoid the roaring forearm not once, but twice! CL: If he keeps this shit up, he might actually be able to make a fucking come back! CM: Come on Kiyoshi, come on! JH: It would be some thing if Nakahata were to even their record at one to one. CL: Not only that, but take the belt that means so much to that fucker away from him. CM: Yeah, since let’s face it, he’s never out shining Kitten’s reign. Springing off of the ropes he returns a third time to Kiyoshi who this time is ready for him, looking to counter the roaring forearm with a judo armdrag. Though in mid-twirl the Straight Edge Maniac leaps into the air and soars through it and towards Nakahata. He knocks the FSC silly with a flying knee strike to the skull, sending him stumbling backwards. From the blow he drops down to his knees and hands, which is all Onikage needs to roll him up into the La Magisterial! CL: Fuck no! CM: Gah! Not another roll up! [align=center]1![/align] JH: Onikage played Kiyoshi perfectly and psyched him out! CL: …Shut the fuck up Hitchen… [align=center]2![/align] CM: Kick out, kick out, kick out, kick out, kick out! JH: It would be the second defense Onikage’s ended via roll up too. [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] CL: Buddha fucking damn it fucking all to fucking hell! CM: This is like my worst nightmare…but it just keeps going…and going…and going… MA: Your winner by pin fall and STILL FIW Undisputed International Champion…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! ”Simple Survival” starts up over the sound system as Onikage untangles Kiyoshi’s and his bodies to get his arm raised in victory by Mark. Who presents the champion with his title belt and helps him up to his feet. Onikage looks down at the still dazed body of Nakahata and leans down, shaking his hand to some mild applause from the fans. Just then, "Spitfire" by Prodigy begins to blare of the P.A. system, cutting off Onikage's theme music. JH: What the hell is this now?! CM: It seems like it's my birthday. CL: Seriously, how many birthdays are this company going to give Chip? JH: Don't worry; I hear Nightmare is going to be DC Champ soon. CM: THAT'S NOT EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT FUNNY! Onikage looks towards the entrance, title on his shoulder. He'd probably look confused or amused, neither of which can be seen thanks to the useless mask. The crowd are booing, surprise surprise. But who is that is causing the commotion? Who would dare come out now? Well anyone with any FIW entrance music knowledge would know straight away. Your beliefs are confirmed as Maj Tahal steps out from behind the curtain. He's followed religiously by Ahmed and General Kumar Singh. The two sidekicks stand either side of Tahal, just behind him. Maj himself holds a microphone in his hand. He brings it up to his mouth as the music dies down. The crowd's booing is not loud enough to drown out the unmistakable accent of Maj Tahal. Maj: Well done Onikage. Once again showing to us why you are the Undisputed International Champion. I was in the back there, with the General and Ahmed, finding myself once again impressed by you. JH: What is Maj talking about here? CM: He's showing respect. Maybe you should learn it sometime. CL: I give him 10 seconds to take a shot at Onikage. 10. Maj: I have to say though, it made me think of our match. CL: 9. Maj: Remembering how long that match took. CL: 8. Maj: How we were there, at the start of what could've been match of the year. CL: 7. Maj: We locked up. CL: 6. Maj: The crowd was full of electricity. CL: 5. Maj: I knew that this was my chance to prove I was DC title worthy. CL: 4. Maj: Then suddenly something went wrong. CL: 3. Maj: I got rolled up. CL: 2. Maj: For you see, you had snuck up, took advantage. CL: 1. Maj: YOU SON OF A BITCH! CM: Hell, even I'm impressed by that accuracy. JH: Agreed. Maj: You see Onikage here knew something. He knew that I was in hospital the entire week after Nensai Senjou suffering severe concussion. Severe concussion after being hit with a Ganso Bomb onto a chair. I have been feeling the effects of this incident ever since, which is something you, Onikage, took full advantage of in our match. You knew that I was far from in a competitive condition, and instead of showing me respect for still trying to go out there and prove myself, you made me look like a fool. You pinned me on surprise, knowing that I would not be able to handle the instant shock. JH: Aw come on, I’m sure he didn’t know any thing about i- CM: Hush. By this time, Onikage has gotten his own mic. Onikage: Whether I did or did not know about the concussion you were suffering at this point is irrelevant. The fact of the matter is you went into a match not at a hundred percent supposedly and you paid for it. As far as I’m concerned our business was done the moment your shoulders were on the mat long enough to be counted. So you can take your excuse for the loss and tell the rest of the known world about it, I’m not hearing it. Maj: This not an excuse Onikage, it is far from that. You know as well as I do that I had a good chance of beating you in that match. I could've taken your title, just days after winning it. So you thought instead of taking the risk and defending your championship, you'd take the coward’s way out of taking advantage. Well luckily for me my concussion's all better now. You can roll me up all day long, and you still won't get the better of me. CL: There are so many things wrong with that sentence. CM: The sick mind hears what the sick mind wants. CL: I don't deny I have a sick mind, but Maj has got some homosexual fantasies that he's tries to relay to us. Maj: Listen Onikage, I'll be straight with you. JH: Apparently he wants a heterosexual relationship. Maj: You know as well as I do that you cheated me, and I want a chance, if nothing else, to regain the respect you stole. So what I'm suggesting is this. You put that title on the line one more time against me, Onikage, two weeks from now. The crowd cheers loudly. Onikage continues to stare at Maj, perhaps pondering this suggestion. JH: Now that sounds like a rematch to watch. CM: You're a pussy. JH: What? CM: I don't know. You just said a pussy-ish statement. Air-go, you're a pussy. Onikage: I’ll agree upon one condition that will provide me with some entertainment and you can look at it as warming up for our match, a counter offer if you will. Maj: What do you mean a counter offer? CL: Here we go. Told you, homosexual fantasies. Onikage: Next week it will be you leading a team of three others and I leading a team of three others into battle against one another. We see who can be the best ring general in an elimination rules setting before we face each other the next week one on one. Maj: And where am I going to find this team of mine? Onikage: Do I look like your fortune teller? Look around, ask a few people, I’m sure at least a few of the filthy scum in the back can tolerate you. Maj: So let me get this straight. You want me, and a select team to go against you, and a team of lowlifes that would stand by you, in a tag match. Then, the week after that, we would face each other, one on one? Onikage: That would be the jist of my offer, yes. Maj: Hmm intriguing. But I don't want a repeat of before, so let's make this even more interesting. Two weeks, you vs. me for the UIC, in a best out of 3 falls match. What do you say? Onikage: Certainly, it will provide the chance to prove once and for all that you are not worthy of holding my championship. Maj grins. Maj: It's settled. I shall see you next week, Onikage. I wish you luck. You cannot pull a fast one again. Onikage: We shall see, but if I do defeat you, don’t cry about it again Maj. Mushroomhead's "Simple Survival" starts playing from the P.A. A grim look can be seen from underneath Onikage's mask. Maj grins back, as he starts to turn. JH: You heard it folks! Next week Team Maj takes on Team Onikage, and the very next week the two meet in a 2 out of 3 falls match for the Undisputed International Championship! CM: It's like Christmas, my Birthday, and Easter, all rolled into one big... CL: ...FAG-FEST! CM: I was going to say wrestling feud... JH: Fag-feud or not, this is going to be one to watch folks! |
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CM: Ah, finally a match full of talent. JH: You always say that Chip when there’s heels in a match. CL: That’s because heels actually entertain you, faces just ass lick all match. CM: Plus it’s always great watching former Red Cell members in action. CL: No, it‘s a pleasure watching someone rip there heads off, but hey can dream can‘t we? A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel being hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten kicks the chain link fence on the stage in time with the beat of the hammer; he stays on the stage kicking until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. [align=center]I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict[/align] The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walks to the front of the stage and stops at the stairs as Lucy pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. [align=center]As of now I am a tool Of severe impact[/align] MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish tag team match and is your main event of the EVENING! Now first introducing from Shoal Bay, New South Wales, Australia, weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds and standing at six foot three inches… XXXTREEEMMMEEE KKIIITTTEEEENNNNN!!!!! Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again kicks the fencing with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring; they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs. [align=center]I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction[/align] Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. JH: Kitten has to be looking for some retribution after the chair shot by prime a couple weeks back. CM: That was accidental on Prime’s part, he knows it too. CL: Besides, if Prime actually hit him the fucker would be down and out right now. The tune of Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park fades in as suddenly a whisper is heard over the speakers throughout the entire arena. [align=center]WELCOME TO THE REAL![/align] The beat picks up moving towards the opening verse as no one appears as the crowd grow impatient in cheers. As the words finally fade in for the first verse, out from the curtains slowly walks out “The Real” Matt Impact. The crowd goes up in some cheers as the two time World Champion makes his way slowly down the ramp wearing his latest t-shirt, as well as his wrestling attire. [align=center](When this began). I had nothing to say, And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me. (I was confused), And I let it all out to find, That I’m not the only person with these things in mind. (Inside of me). But all the vacancy the words revealed, Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel. (Nothing to lose). Just stuck, hollow and alone, And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own![/align] MA: And his tag-team partner! Hailing from Staten Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred and eighty six pounds and standing at six foot five inches… MMMMAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT IMMMMMMMPPPPAAACCCCTTTTTT!!!! Impact moves to the apron as he looks out to the crowd nodding his head in appreciation to the reaction as he shouts out over the capacity FIW crowd “WELCOME TO THE REAL!” which leads perfectly into the chorus as he jumps onto the apron and comes into the ring over the middle rope. [align=center]I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real, I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long. (Erase all the pain till it’s gone). I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real, I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along. Somewhere I belong![/align] Impact jumps up onto the nearest turnbuckle pounding his fist into his chest, kissing it, and then lifting it into the air to an ovation. He then repeats this on the opposite turnbuckle, before taking off his t-shirt and tossing it into the crowd to an ovation of cheers. He then looks up to the sky, out to the crowd again, and then down to the center of the ring where he picks his head up quickly following with a flex of his muscles with a smile on his face. He then nods his head again as he moves to an open corner stretching out his muscles. CM: Oh how it’s time for him to kick some ass, preferably Kailey’s. CL: You realize he’s been turning face lately? CM: Shut up! No he isn’t! You liar. JH: No, he’s being… CM: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… [align=center]YEAAAA![/align] Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung... MA: and there opponents! First hailing from San Diego, California, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds and standing at six foot six inches… PRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEEE!!!! [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: Now where talking, this guy is what FIW needs more of, chair swinging bad-asses. CM: In other words Tier No1287616, no thank you. CL: No, because there can only be one Tier, but he can be close, he’s still bad-ass. JH: I believe he’d think he got the short straw in the tag-team partners this week, being teamed with… "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. MA: And his tag-team partner! Hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds and standing at five foot eight inches… KKKAAIIILLLLLLLEEY LLLLLAAAAANNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!! 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: You’d think she’d realize she’s just not getting anywhere in FIW and retire. JH: No Chip, adversary is what makes her go further, keep pushing her and… CL: Oh shut up and get on with the match, Jesus man, she’s only a bit of T&A. As both teams stand in there respective corner, Tony Clarks checks all four of them for any hidden weapons or anything, finding nothing, Prime scurries Kailey out of the ring as he looks towards Matt Impact who looks set to start the match for his team, Kitten just shrugs looking towards Lucy as the bell sounds. Matt and Prime then begin to circle the ring before moving in for a collar and elbow tie-up, but its quickly broken up as both don’t seem comfortable as they circle the ring a little more. They then go for another tie-up but Prime wisely moves sideways slightly driving a knee into Matt’s gut, he reels back holding it as Prime then delivers a European uppercut to Matt sending him into the ropes. CL: That’s how you dominate scum. CM: He isn’t anywhere near Kailey. JH: Hey, your just jealous because she can wrestle and all you do is moan every night. CM: Least I do moan, sitting on your pc being a super smark doesn’t count as a life, Bitchen. Prime walks towards Matt Irish whipping him to the ropes and as Matt comes back Prime using his pure and absolute strength to send Matt over with a back body toss as he lands Prime poses towards the crowd, specifically Kailey who doesn’t seem to impressed as she watches on. Prime then goes back to Matt, lifting him to his feet and doubling him over, before placing him between his legs, he looks like he’s about to go for a Powerbomb but Matt stomps on the floor, killing his momentum, he then quickly comes out from Prime’s leg’s and quickly boots him in the gut, not really having much effect, Matt then goes for another strong boot to the gut before running to the ropes, coming back with a strong shoulder tackle, but all it does is reel Prime to the ropes, using the momentum he comes back looking for a lariat, but Matt sees it coming ducking under and as Matt then roars as he just goes all out nuts on Prime with a flurry of slaps and chops all over Prime, reeling him to the ropes where Kailey makes the blind tag but Tony Clarke sees it… JH: Impact Strike Rush! CL: What the hell is he doing? Having a sissy fit at Prime? CM: It’s called… CL: Being a pussy, the “Real” Matt Impact way. Impact then goes for a Irish whip on Prime, but Prime reverses, as he moves, Matt comes back to be shocked by a spring boarding Kailey Lane, she comes soaring towards him and connects with a springboard dropkick taking Matt down to the canvas, Kailey then makes the cover quickly… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …T… KITTEN BREAKS WITH A BOOT TO THE HEAD![/align] CL: Ha! She thought her dropkick was good, Kitten just kicked her back to the 80’s. CM: Would explain her horrible clothing. JH: That was a stiff kick, she’ll get up from it, she’s taken worse. CM: Only Ragin’ would know what she’s taken to her face. JH: CHIP! Kailey shakes the cob webs away as Kitten did give her quite the kick to the face, Matt kicked out anyways but Kitten just seems to want some of Prime. Kailey stands up looking down at Matt who’s gradually climbing to his feet, knowing this she comes at him with a chop, not really having the greatest of effects she tries again, really throwing her weight into the chop, this one seems to get a bit more effect but not much as Matt throws his knee into Kailey’s gut as he then elevates her onto his shoulder, he then moves towards a neutral corner and drops her face first onto the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. JH: Snake eyes, Matt Impact dare I say it looks on a streak. CM: Well of course, Red Cell taunt him how to be a winner. CL: No, they taught him how to bitch about things. Matt then runs to the ropes, he comes charging back, but Kailey turning around sees him coming as she drops to her stomach hitting a drop toe hold on Matt who’s face crashes into the bottom turnbuckle, he smacks it and turns, laying in the corner as Kailey’s quickly to her feet. She backs off a bit before charging at Matt and ramming her knee into Matt’s face, causing a “Ohhh” off the crowd as she then backs off, but not to far as out of nowhere Kitten comes in the ring and kicks Kailey right in the back with a vicious kick knocking her to the canvas as Kitten shouts out to Matt to tag him in. JH: Damn another big kick by Kitten. CM: That kicked her beauty into a whole new perspective didn‘t it, Ha love it. CL: Calm down, you’ll wet your pants if ya don’t calm down. CM: Can’t help it, so shut up. Matt seems to actually hear it as he shakes off his grogginess before making his way towards Kitten, Kailey seemingly in some discomfort makes her way towards her corner too looking to tag in Prime, they both respectively get the tag as both Prime and Kitten come into the ring and a stare off happens, Kitten actually looks set to kick his head off and Prime, well Prime looks like a genetic freak. As the pair face off, suddenly Kitten goes for a swift kick, missing just as Prime dodges before he lunges forward and forearm shots Kitten making him reel, but Prime doesn’t stop, he keeps going for a bigger and bigger power shot, but Kitten pushes him away before delivering a stiff kick to his shin making him drop to one knee, Kitten then connects with a BIG kick to the back of Prime’s skull, making him drop to the canvas. CM: That’s what you call a freakin’ kick. JH: I’m shocked Prime’s eyes are still in his skull. CL: The kick wasn’t that powerful, you guys seriously need to pussy up in your ideals. JH: That kick was powerful Conse. CL: Chip could kick harder then that when he sees a out of fashion old lady. Kitten looks towards Kailey, contemplating a cover but Kailey’s too aware to make the cover, so he stomps down on Prime’s head, then he picks up Prime by his hair before releasing some vicious soccer kicks to the face, but each kick seems to piss Prime off, before Kitten unleashes one of the most vile kicks to the face you’ll hear as Prime reels backwards landing on is back, Kitten makes the cover calling in Matt to make Kailey not break it up… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …KICKOUT![/align] CL: Bastet cursed idiot. There’s no way he can be kicking that hard if Prime’s still up! JH: Well, Prime’s head might just be really hard. With Kitten hurled backwards, Prime sits up with a roar, and goes back to work; only if work is defined as being kicked. On this front, Prime is probably on Overtime by now. Unfortunately for Kitten, he’s now starting to fire back, answering every other kick to the midsection with an overhand chop, steadily building to one for each, and now we enter the bane of the Japanese Wrestling Scene, the Strike War; Prime eventually forces him back to the ropes, whipping him and then it’s time for the Shotgun! CM: Now this, gentlemen, is a kick. CL: You’re right, that’s a damn fine sweep from XK. Moron. CM: But… but… Time to let the two powerhouses go at it, because XK is getting fed up of kicking Prime, who is now sort of on his feet and is now eating Knee Lifts to the gut from Matt Impact, before STO’ing [STI’ing?] the former body builder down from whence he came and dropping the knee for a pin. [align=center]ONE… GET BENT!!![/align] And if Matt Impact doesn’t want to get bent, then Prime is more than happy to help him by wailing away at him. However, within seconds… JH: They Be Clubberin’!!! CL: Get bored of JR and decide to move onto Dusty Rhodes? The two are clubbing [clubberin’, if it does ya,] away at each other, until Kailey gets bored of this glorified - and slightly dry - pissing contest with her own Kailey Klubberin’ off the top rope onto Impact. Prime follows this up with an almost practised swiftness in his body slam, and roars at Kailey to get back to the corner so she can enter the ring legally. JH: Since when does Prime care about the rules? Who knows? But it doesn’t change the fact that Kailey is in fact legally Slingshot Sentoning into the ring, onto Matt Impact, as Prime hops down off the apron. Kailey’s follow up kicks, and mounted elbows however seem to be more for nuisance value than anything else, and Impact kicks her straight up into the air, and away from him, readying a Lariat, before getting taken to Tornado Alley! The Kitten, disappointed that someone other than him is doing the kicking, tags himself in, and starts to try to epitomise cuteness and visit Hello Kitty Roundhouses on Kailey Lane. Kailey snatches a School Girl as he tries it! [align=center]ONE… TWO… THRE-NOOOOO!!! KAILEY ALMOST SNEAKS IT!!![/align] Incensed that the kick missed, XK starts unleasing Kao Tone and Kao Dode upon the lovely Miss Lane, taking her back for Prime to tag himself in. Was anyone paying attention earlier, to Prime leaving? Well now it’s time to find out where he left. He left to set up a chair in the corner to whip XK’s face into it. The plan of violence doesn’t quite take form just yet, as XK’s hip to it and slides into the corner, before wasting Prime with the Kao Loi! [align=center]ONE… TWO… THREE??? NOOOOO!!! KAILEY SAVES!!! [/align] But, like a good law abiding girl, she retreats immediately. Prime however, has the red mist descending and is ready to start braining bitches with chairs, as an unaware XK starts preening himself… JH: Look Out! Heeding Hitchen’s warning with Cat Like Agility [get it?] The Hardcore Pussy rolls out of the way and Prime’s chair hits nothing but mat. CM: I thought all those inbred country types were all weapon mad. So why’s Kailey so pissed about a chair? JH: Well you see Chip, before the game, someone went to the menu with the rules and switched Disqualifications on, and so the players aren’t allowed to use chairs. CL: Yeah, but a chair’s hardly a weapon anymore, is it? CM: Hang on a second, why don’t I just go and switch DQ off then? There’s a crash from the commentary box, indicating that Constance and Hitchen have just both hit anime style face faults. Nevertheless, Kailey and Prime are arguing over the chair, in a tug of war fashion, which gets rather heated. XK, seizing the advantage winds up a Cat Kick, wastes Prime in the face, with a Cat Kick, after he’s won it off Kailey and turns on him!!! CL: So you don’t use weapons? Hypocrite. CM: “But a chair’s hardly a weapon anymore, is it?” Hypocrite. JH: Did you just get Told, Constance? CL: No, because it’s still a weapon, even if it is a piss poor one. However inadvertently he soiled his Cat Kick, XK is still mortified by this turn of events and rolls towards the corner, spitting and trying to clean his boot so Matt Impact can tag himself in. Kailey tries to stop him, but her rush is caught and she’s told to Sit Her Ass Down! Prime, to his feet eats the Head On Collision!!! [align=center]ONE… TWO… THREE??? YES!!! GOOD NIGHT!!! Ding Ding Ding!!![/align] |
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| Crimson Shards | Feb 22 2007, 10:50 PM Post #8 |
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JH: I’m really not sure what to make of what we have scheduled next folks. CM: Technically we don’t have any thing scheduled next. CL: Except for the whole return of Tier. CM: Tier isn’t some undead warrior, he’s not coming back from obscurity. CL: Oh but he will, and he’ll decapitate Toan while he’s at it. JH: Well, if Krähe has any thing to say about it Tier’ll never make it into the building if he is indeed coming. MA: The following contest is a unsanctioned FIW Dual Crown Championship match and is scheduled for one fall to a finish. The referee is LOBO Malvado and there is no time limit… 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, 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 at ringside as Toan reaches the apron and slides into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure. Toan then hops down, remove his shades and ring jacket and throws them to LOBO 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. CM: Here’s the man that, even if Tier shows up, he’ll be sent back home in a body bag. JH: I some how doubt it’ll be as easy as you think Chip. CL: I knew you couldn’t keep a good God down. FIW’s Dual Crown Champion cracks his neck and steps out of the corner, shaking his arms in a bit of stretching as he stares at the ramp way. He looks over his shoulder as LOBO enters the ring and calls for the bell. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] CL: What is with these two fucking retards? Toan’s opponent isn’t even in the ring yet. CM: If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times, there is no opponent. JH: It does seem unlikely, but, stranger things have happened in FIW. Malvado and Toan share a look between the two of them, both smirking like silver tongued devils before looking back at the ramp way. A few seconds elapse before Toan holds up his arms as if to ask where his challenger is. He gives a nod to LOBO and the hobbit looking man waddles over to the ropes. Just as he looks ready to call for the bell again darkness engulfs every thing, the lights are cut. JH: What in the world is going on?! CM: I’m blind, I’ve gone blind! I can’t see a thing! Oh god! I’m blind! Guys, tell me, what’s going on?! CL: The lights just went out you fucking moron! ”Viiiiiiiiiiolence…Breeeeeeeeeeds…Viiiiiiiolence…Tooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaannnnnn” CM: Wha-wait! I know that voice! Oh my god! It really is him, is he in the ring guys, is his flesh rotting, does he have flies buzzing around him?! CL: How the fuck should we know?! We can’t see any thing either you fucking dim witted slug! JH: That certainly was Scott Draven’s voice! The lights return to us with Toan’s and LOBO’s heads darting around, trying to find the source of the voice as a slight tint of fear covers both their expressions. They barely notice the Kingston upon Hull fans’ roars of approval as a figure stands behind them. He tightly grips his wooden chair wrapped in barbed wire as he glares down the two. Most of the man’s body is hidden by the big leather trench coat concealing it. CL: Holy fucking shit! JH: I can’t believe it! It’s him! How did he get here?! CM: No way! It’s…it’s…XANTHIUS?! Slowly the Dual Crown Champion and his personal referee for this contest turn around and come face to face with the man that had disappeared post-Nensai Senjou. Before Malvado can get a good look on him though he gets a face full of the chair. The barbed wire ripping at his flesh and tiny squirts of blood erupt from his face as he drops down. Toan looks like a deer caught in headlights as he gets knocked silly by the chair and staggers backwards. JH: I’m honestly speechless ladies and gentlemen, it was Xanthius! CM: Gah! LOBO! CL: The second in command of the former Revolution is finishing the job Tier started three weeks back! He discards the chair and throws a massive haymaker, knocking Toan further back and fires off a second, making him on wobbly legs. A massive uppercut jars the champ and sends him up against the ropes, clinging to them to stay on his feet. Without warning and before he can catch his breath Xanthius delivers a vicious chop across the chest. Roughly he forces the Hardcore Jesus to not recoil as he unleashes a rapid fire of chops on his chest. CM: Hey! Stop that! You aren’t meant to actually be good at wrestling! CL: He’s turning Toan’s chest fifty different fucking favors and shades of red right now! JH: Toan hasn’t even been given a chance to register who he is dealing with here! The chops echo through out the arena and slowly but surely the Dual Crown Champion’s very flesh starts to peel away on his chest from the chops. Small streams of blood trickle down his chest and fling from it with each chop. Growing tired of it, Xanthius grabs by the wrist and throws him into the ropes across the ring. When the smaller man returns he is lifted into the air and driven thunderously down with a spinebuster! CL: Spine fucking shattering spinebuster! JH: Uh oh… CM: Sp…spi…spin…spine…sha…shattering…*Twitches* Dazedly Toan scrambles up to his feet and gets met with a toe kick to his mid-section, allowing his foe to easily scoop him up onto his shoulder. Much to the fans’ approval he performs to perfection It Breaks A Spine to the champ, dropping him to the mat. He raises one of his massive legs and brings it down with a stomp across the back. As the former Red Cell leader writhes in pain LOBO leaps up onto Xanthius’ back and locks in a sleeper! JH: LOBO Malvado sticking his ample nose where it doesn’t belong! CM: He’s just saving his investment Hitchen! CL: More like his pay day. Furiously the revolutionary monster thrashes about, trying to get Malvado off of him but to no avail. This buys Toan enough time to recover and sprint towards the bigger man, clipping his leg out from under him. Pain is etched out on his face as he drops down to one knee with LOBO still on his back. Malvado only releases the hold in time for Xanthius’ throat to meet Toan’s arm with the Jesus Bomber lariat! CM: Yeah! Jesus Bomber! CL: Is this even a fucking match? JH: I don’t really know to be honest, LOBO called for the bell but we are playing by Toan’s rules. With a wave of the hand LOBO brings his client the wooden chair wrapped in barbed wire much to the dismay of the fans. Further to their dismay is Toan smashing the chair against the cranium of his fallen would be challenger. Yet another wave of the hand and Malvado starts struggling to bring the big man to his feet. Mean while the Hardcore Messiah unfolds the wooden chair, snapping some of the barbs and placing it on the mat. CL: Oh right, mister pure wrestling has to use the fucking weapon more times than Xanthius did. JH: While Xanthius’ actions may not have been the most…erm…honorable, Toan is making this a damn mugging. CM: Ha, so this is what Toan had to be worried about? This guy thought he could succeed where even Tier failed?! Now with the chair in position he aids Malvado in bringing Xanthius to his feet, locking in the front chancery when he is. However instead of the challenger getting a mouth full of chair Toan sails through the air in a northern lights suplex reversal! LOBO barrels towards Boston native but gets a kick to the mid-section for his troubles. Quickly he grabs a hold of the manager and lifts him up, before driving all the air out of him with the X-assembly! JH: And Malvado is knocked out of the picture! CM: Gah! He might have a cracked rib now thanks to that idiot! CL: I think there’s a better chance all his fucking ribs are cracked. Carefully the big man gets to his feet, only to get hit with another Jesus Bomber from behind that sends him stumbling forward. Luckily he grabs the top rope to steady his body as the champ winds up for a third lariat. Just as he goes to connect with the powerful move Xanthius rears back his elbow and rams it right into Toan’s face! The blow stuns him long enough for his foe to bounce off the ropes and hit a lariat of his own! CM: …Hmph, Xanthius’ isn’t as cool as Toan’s. CL: Wrong, nothing is as fucking dorky as Toan…except maybe Loon. JH: This may not be a match but it’s certainly one helluva fight! Kingston upon Hull’s fans cheer happily as Xanthius mouths the words “Darkness Driver” as he closes in on his opponent’s fallen body. Gently he yanks a handful of Toan’s hair to bring him to his feet and slowly does just that. But, as he is, a pair of hands reaches out and grabs a hold of Toan’s leg and pulls. Before he knows what is happening the Hardcore Jesus slides out of the ring and into the arms of LOBO. CL: Oh come fucking on! JH: LOBO just saved Toan from facing one of the most feared moves in this company! CM: Good on ya LOBO, good on ya. Malvado slaps Toan across the face a bit to get him to come to as he tries to hurry up the ramp as fast as he can. He looks back at Xanthius and shakes his head at him, saying some thing about he wasn’t Toan’s scheduled opponent, though the camera has a hard time picking it up. Revolution’s former second in command glares at them over the ropes for a few moments before turning his back to them. A few quick strides later he is at one of the turnbuckles, bending over and picks up two items Toan has forgotten in his rush to leave… JH: What is Xanthius doing?! CM: Yeah, those are Toan’s belts, not his! CL: I say they look a lot fucking better near him than near Toan. Xanthius turns around with one championship in each man, stalking back over towards the ropes. Toan, who’s finally returned to the land of the living, looks down right angry as he tries to get free from Malvado’s grasp. Though despite his wanting to be free and Xanthius’ baiting him to come back in, LOBO holds on tightly and shakes his head no. The bigger of the two men drapes the GHC and WHC over the top rope with a dark yet more than inviting glare at Toan as the fans cheer him on. CM: Give those back to him right this instant! CL: Oh right, like he’s going to fucking just waltz over and hand the fucking belts back. If Toan wants them back, he can go in there and fucking get them back himself, or maybe LOBO and him are too pussy to do so. JH: It looks like we can chalk up another wrestler in the title hunt for the Dual Crown, which only spells trouble for Toan! CL: I wish we could fucking stay with this but we are all out of time, so for Chip and Hitchen, I’m Constance, we’ll see you next week here on ReVolt…You wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!
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