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| Anarchy in the U.K. '07; 03-25-07 | |
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| Crimson Shards | Mar 26 2007, 08:54 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]Bold motherfucker won't you liberate your mind... Liberate your mind You motherfucker, you're so narrow-minded So narrow-minded So liberate your mind Now motherfucker, will you liberate your mind Ah, ah Liberate your mind You motherfucker, you're so narrow-minded So narrow-minded So Liberate your mind Now motherfucker, will you liberate your mind This time Bold motherfucker Don't limit your mind Can't you see that the pace Has just fallen behind All the hate in your heart Will be leaving you blind So bold motherfucker Don't you limit your mind Bold motherfucker Don't limit your mind Can't you see that the pace Has just fallen behind All the hate in your heart Will be leaving you blind So bold motherfucker Don't you limit your mind This time Waiting, for your modern messiah To take away all the hatred That darkens the light in your eye Still awaiting. I Liberate your mind You motherfucker, you're so narrow-minded So narrow-minded So liberate your mind Now motherfucker, will you liberate your mind Ah, ah Liberate your mind You motherfucker, you're so narrow-minded So narrow-minded So iberate your mind Now motherfucker, will you liberate your mind This time Bold motherfucker Don't limit your mind Can't you see that the pace Has just fallen behind All the hate in your heart Will be leaving you blind So bold motherfucker Don't you limit your mind Now bold motherfucker Don't limit your mind Can't you see that the pace Has just fallen behind All the hate in your heart Will be leaving you blind So bold motherfucker Don't you limit your mind This time Waiting, for your modern messiah To take away all the hatred That darkens the light in your eye Still awaiting. I "Out of Zion shall come forth a law And the word of the Lord from Jerusalem Nation shall not raise sword against nation And they shall not learn war anymore For the mouth of the Lord hath spoken" Waiting, for your modern messiah To take away all the hatred That darkens the light in your eye How long will we be Waiting, for your modern messiah To take away all the hatred That darkens the light in your eye Still awaiting. I Still awaiting. I [size0]Still awaiting. I ...[/align] [align=center] [/align]
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| Crimson Shards | Mar 26 2007, 08:57 AM Post #2 |
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[align=center]Ash Koopa & El Lumberjacko verse Dragon This opening contest got the event off to a quick start when the bell rung Ash and Lumberjacko nearly took Dragon’s head off with a double lariat. FIW’s resident lucha lumberjack went to the outside as Ash peppered Dragon’s chest with over hand chops and turned it multiple colors. Dragon tried to regroup by charging the ropes but upon his return nearly got his face caved in by the Ash Bomber! Koopa tried to kip up but failed and so just pushed himself up and ran the ropes, coming off of them and he nailed the Ultimate Leg Drop of Doom as the Koopamaniacs went wild! Quickly he tagged out to El Lumberjacko and the two scurried over to Dragon’s fallen form, they scooped him up and planted him with a double scoop slam. The two played patty cake with each other before Ash dropped an elbow drop to the cranium and Lumberjacko dropped a headbutt to the chest! Koopa rolled out of the ring and Lumberjacko used the ropes to get up as Dragon rolled away from him. It was when he turned around he spotted Dragon hunched over in the corner and pointed at him. The big tub of goo barreled forward much to the jobber’s dismay and flipped in mid-air as Ash screamed in a high pitched tone “OH MY GOD!”, and some where a certain wrestling promotion’s attorneys screamed “COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT!” Dragon’s skull collided with the second buckle upon the impact of the cannonball senton splash! Dazedly he staggered up to his feet and the luchador got up to his as well. The most generically named wrestler in FIW never saw the Busaiku Knee Kick coming until it was too late! Another quick tag saw Ash reenter the ring and he pulled Dragon up into the air and dropped him down with the Koop De Grace! The referee went to start to get ready for the pin fall when the ample frame of Lumberjacko flipped through the air off of the top! Narrowly Ash avoided the same fate as Dragon when Lumberjacko crashed down with the Paul Bunyan's Revenge! Both men dived onto Dragon for the cover! 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING! Both men’s arms are raised in victory while the fans cheer on the loveable goofs and laugh at the Dragon’s misfortune. Ash and Lumberjacko slid out of the ring on opposite sides of the ring and slap front row fans’ hands as they walk along ringside. They meet up at the entrance walk way and pat each other on the back and hug. Though they abruptly stop their hug and both cough and nod at each other before they head up to the backstage area. Winners: Ash Koopa & El Lumberjacko[/align] [align=center]Ethan Adams verse Seth Silverstein There is a mixed reaction for one of the newest members of the FIW roster, Ethan Adams, when he entered the arena. Some of the fans have grown fond of his high risk abilities, while others haven’t really cared for his arrogant attitude. Course he is beloved next to Seth Silverstein who gets chants of “Die Seth die!” when he made his entrance. As soon as the bell rung Ethan drove a kick into the side of the MySpace’er. For the majority of the early going Ethan just kept driving his legs into Silverstein’s kidneys and rib cage. Hitchen made a comment for those watching the match exclusively on FIW.com that Seth would have troubles when he got up tomorrow morning for the bathroom. Constance is delighted and rambles on at the thought of the Emo pissing blood Monday morning. Though Ethan does shake it up a bit with a few lower aimed kicks every once and a while. Eventually he capped it off with a jumping back brain heel kick that sent Seth to the canvas and he rolled to the outside. As he stumbled and staggered at ringside Adams charged the ropes and dived off of the top rope with the Prime Time! The fans erupted even more so when Ethan kipped up to his feet immediately following the move. He slid back into the ring and waited patiently, once Seth was up, he took to the air again, this time he nailed the Star Struck! Now a tad bored of just launching his body out of the ring at Silverstein, Ethan grabbed the brooding wrestler and threw him back into the ring. Quickly he rolled in after him and grabbed his legs; he twisted and turned, and interlocked them rolling him over. Viciously he drove his boot down on the back of Seth’s skull with the Curtain Jerker! After he untangled the two of them he swiftly grabbed Seth by the waist and turned him over, locking him into the Ego Stroke, with nowhere to go, Seth tapped. DING DING DING! Nearly immediately Ethan Adams released the hold after the bell sounded and wiped his hands on the referee’s shirt, apparently feeling Seth had some thing on him. The referee raised Ethan’s arm in victory and the fans applauded the young man. Mean while Seth stirred and pulled out a bottle of pills, he popped the top off of them. He downed the entire bottle of pills and almost instantly started to twitch and react violently. EMTs rushed out and checked on Seth as he started to foam at the mouth and Ethan shook his head at the Emo, and muttered “Freak” as he headed to the back. Winner: Ethan Adams[/align] [align=center]Phyllis Bathory verse Wayne Don Wayne Don entered the ring to a mild reaction from the fans and awaited his scheduled opponent for the evening. Instead a figure hopped over the guard rail and slid into the ring and nailed a sloppy lariat from behind! The thin and tiny man rained down upon Wayne’s body with rights and lefts. Then he did some thing very unusual, he bite Wayne Don on the neck! The referee unsure of what to make of it called for the bell and security rushed towards the ring. It was the sight of these men that made the oddity stops his biting down upon Wayne Don’s throat. “Hunters!” he screamed before he slid out of the ring, he stopped a moment at ringside to hiss back at Wayne in the ring. Then just as quickly as he had showed up he hopped back over the guard rail and ran away. Winner: No Contest[/align] [align=center]Sean Madrox verse Shaun Wilson Shaun Wilson made his entrance to a mixed reaction, some people still loving him, and others not caring for the chip on his shoulder as of late. Jeers showered Sean Madrox as he made his way to the ring in his usual fanfare. After they are explained the rules and the referee asked for a handshake, Madrox opted to instead slap the taste out of Wilson’s mouth. As the bell rung Sean hammered down upon the Dynamo with forearm strikes. Soon Wilson looked nearly out on his feet and an arrogant grin passed over Mister Phenomenal’s face and he started to slap Shaun again. Open handed slaps peppered Wilson’s face for quite a few moments during the match. Sean wrapped them up with an uppercut that sent Wilson to the canvas and got a shrug out of Madrox. As the Dynamo started to stir and get back up he was taken back down with the Blackout, and Madrox planted his boot on Shaun’s chest arrogantly for the cover! 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING! The former World Champion didn’t bother with letting the referee raise his arm in victory as he headed to the back. Instead the referee offered to help Wilson up but Wilson nailed the referee! He jumped on top of the official and started to deliver punch after punch to the referee! The fans started to jeer him heavily as security rushed out and managed to get him off of the referee! Winner: Sean Madrox[/align] |
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| Crimson Shards | Mar 26 2007, 08:59 AM Post #3 |
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![]() April 4th [align=center] [/align]A masculine choir's voices echo through the arena's sound system as the lights flicker into darkness. The stage lights take on a blue hue as a ring of flame is set in the center of the structure. As the men's voices continue to resonate, from the flames Azazel, the blue demon rises. He reaches the apex of his ascent at the same point the vocalists reach their highest note, seemingly a thousand drums pounding as flames LEAP from the stage! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for an FIW contract as the final portion of the NEXT! contest! Introducing first... from the icy depths of Stygia in the Nine Hells... AZZZAAAAAAAAYYYYZELLLLLLL!!! Azazel steps calmly toward the ring, paying no heed to the fans as a gloomy blue spotlight follows him as the only illumination in the building, aside from the lingering flames onstage. He rolls into the ring and leaps up to the second turnbuckle, staring out at the fans with eager eyes as the music of Tyler Bates' "Returns A King" thunders through the arena. The lights rise and Azazel settles into his corner, arms folded over his chest. No sooner do Azazel's stage fires die than the familiar heroic score from The Lord of the Rings (specifically The Bridge of Khazad Dum) rings through the speakers. The lights take on a gold hue and Gog Earthbeard steps out onto the stage to resounding cheers! MA: And his opponent! From the Dwarven caves beneath Amhearst, Nova Scotia... GOG! EAAAAARRRRTHBEAAAARRRD! He waves to all of his fans and makes his way to the ring with little fuss or filigree, stepping between the ropes and staring a dead hole through Azazel. The music goes away, and the lights return to normal. The bell rings and the match begins with the two opponents eyeing each other. Grim determination is set on Gog’s face, while a self-amused smirk rests on Azazel’s. CM: Well, gentlemen, who would you like to see win this competition? I know we’re bound to hear your opinions sooner or later. Might as well make it now. CL: I’m rooting for Azazel. I mean, come on. He’s NGIW with the actual fed dead and gone. Supernatural powers, desire for violence, high-theatric repertoire… hell, give him a barbed wire dildo and you’ve got it all right there. The demon in question executes a forward roll and DRIVES both fists into Gog’s abdomen. The dwarf stumbles back a bit, going “OOF!” as could be expected. JH: I’m personally fond of Gog’s spirit and passion, and the pride of his family history. He’s also sure different from the rest of the FIW roster, and that’s a welcome change. The dwarf retaliates with a boot that grazes Azazel’s forhead and sends him sprawling to the canvas. CM: I think you’re both fucking tards. One thinks he’s a demon, the other thinks he’s a dwarf. I mean, really. Wow. What the fuck show are we on here, Buffy the Vampire Slayer? CL: No, but that would be hot. I wouldn’t mind a little SMG action. Azazel kips up from the mat to his feet before nailing Gog in the ribs with a spinning back fist. He spins the opposite direction and lands a mid-kick, topping it off with a waterwheel kick that sends them both to the mats! JH: I’ve gotta hand it to Azazel. He’s really got the acrobatics department down. CM: All that dancing about’s gonna come against him, though. Mark my words. He’s gonna be flipping or flopping or spinning and Gog’s just gonna headbutt him in the kidneys. JH: I thought you didn’t like Gog? CM: I said I hate them both. Doesn’t mean I can’t prove you wrong still, Bitchen. CL: Ooo, the retard just burned you. You gonna take that, Hitchen? JH: … Azazel props himself up on his arms and spins his legs around in a breakdance-like fashion. He propels his lower half upward in the air before scissoring his legs and bringing one down across Gog’s throat with incredible velocity! CL: BAM. Dig a grave, say a few words to the spirits. Azazel just crushed the breath right outta Gog’s throat! JH: Don’t be so sure, Constance… Gog sure isn’t sure. In fact, if I had to say so I’d say he’s pretty sure he IS breathing just fine, as he grabs Azazel’s offending appendage and thrusts it off him. The dwarf rolls over to cough and rub his throat as he rises. Azazel uses the momentum of Gog tossing his leg to roll backward and pop up standing. The two stare down before Gog CHARGES the demon, shoulder lowered! JH: Gog best be careful telegraphing--- Suddenly, Gog DIVES forward, his head going between Azazel’s ankles and his shoulders CRASHING straight into them! JH: Smart recovery by Gog Earthbeard! CL: BAH! The little gnome got lucky! CM: I thought he was a dwarf? CL: Whatever! Azazel falls over forward from the… uh… ankle tackle and Gog steps out from under him. He gives a few angry stomps to Azazel’s kidney area (do demons HAVE kidneys?) before locking in a side headlock and laying some punches to his forehead. JH: Gog’s trying to crack Azazel’s head open with those closed-fist punches. CL: Little moron. Let’s see some athleticism! This isn’t a freakin’ bar-room brawl! Azazel claws at Gog’s arm before finally making a desperation move and tossing a palmful of flame into the dwarf’s face! Gog rolls away, patting his beard to smother the few singed hairs on his face as Azazel returns to verticality. CL: Now THAT’S smart thinking! JH: Or, y’know. Cheating. CL: Hey, where in the rules does it say one wrestler can’t throw supernaturally manifested fire at another, hmm? CM: Right next to where it says DEMONS DON’T EXIST. CL: Oh yeah? Why don’t YOU go down there and peel off his energy mask, Scooby Doo? CM: Fuck that. That freak throws fire! I’m not going anywhere NEAR him. Gog gets to his feet as well, Azazel’s smirk returning to its set place on his fanged face. The dwarf squats low and gets in something reminiscent of a three-point stance. Azazel just shakes his head and points over Gog’s shoulder. JH: Good… sweet… Christ. From behind Gog, down the entryway strolls a HUUUUGE man with ebony skin and gold chains, bangles, and piercings over his near-naked flesh. CM: … OK, WHAT is THAT!? Gog looks ready for a fight as he turns to face the smooth, muscled man, who peers over the top rope at him. JH: Good God! That man.. that… being is WELL over seven feet tall! The dark-skinned man reaches over the top rope with one hand and PALMS Gog’s head! The dwarf is YANKED off his feet as the man THROWS him over the top rope and sends him sprawling to the floor behind him! JH: WHAT A FEAT OF STRENGTH! Who IS this monstrosity!? The man looms over Gog before lifting him by the throat once more to set him rightwise. He keeps his fist around Gog’s throat before wrenching him backward and TOSSING HIM A GOOD FEW FEET UP THE WALK WITH A MANHANDLING CHOKE TOSS!!! JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!!! SOMEONE STOP THIS!!! The man steps over the ropes with ease and moves to Azazel’s side as the bell rings wildly. He produces a mic from somewhere in his chains and hands it to Azazel. Azazel: Well… now… you understand. Hmm? I told you, Gog. I told you I would destroy you… mind… body… and soul! Gog’s eyes flutter open and closed as he moves in and out of consciousness, probably not even hearing Azazel’s words. JH: Someone get a damn medic down here! Gog could be seriously hurt! Azazel gestures proudly to the man at his side, positively beaming. Azazel: This… is Belial! He swore his allegiance to me when my spirit escaped from the hells! “Give me your foes, Lord Azazel… and I will topple them and crush them beneath my feet!” He turns and grins to the crowd. Azazel: Your body is broken, Gog. Though by this federation’s rules you have “won” this match, I have confidence the powers that be will see the TRUE might in this ring! And if that will not do… eheh. I am sure Belial has broken… something in that worthless, hairy body of yours, disqualifying you from eligibility in the NEXT! Tournament. JH: This is just disgusting-- CL: Oh shut up. He’s a damn genius and he has a huge-ass monster of a man-demon-thing backing him. Are YOU gonna argue? I mean, REALLY? CM: Yeah, dude, even I wouldn’t go there. JH: But it’s not RIGHT, dammit! Azazel: I welcome you, FIW… to the new reign… of darkness. Azazel drops the mic and grins. Like the obedient servant he is, Belial opens the ropes for his master, giving him a wide berth to exit the ring. JH: Well, wouldn’t you fucking know it! I’ve just been informed through my headset that Azazel is correct, and HE’S winning the contract for FIW: NEXT! CM: With a freak like Krahe at the helm, are you REALLY surprised? CL: Hey, at least Bazztard’s down there checking on Gog… oo, and here come some EMTs! You like the EMTs, right, Hitchen? Shame they don’t wrestle. Azazel and Belial pass Gog’s limp form as EMTs load him onto a stretcher and apply a neck brace. Azazel only grins as the two make their way to the back. Janine Morrigan stands in the backstage area taking a deep breath. In her hand, she holds onto a mic. In the other, a hope of annoying yet another superstar. Which exactly is heavier...that's your department. After a few moments of waiting, she spots someone...er, prey entering through the doors. She quickly walks over to Crackerjack. Janine: Crackerjack, you're just moments away from your match. What's going through your mind right now? Is it your opponents? Or your girlfriend possibly dead in some ditch? Janine smiles knowing that that should really get to Crackerjack. Instead, he just seems calm about it. Crackerjack: I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to make me angry. You're trying to unleash the monster inside me. Well it's not going to work. Because I realize that carnage begets more carnage. Janine: That's a pretty big word. Sure you understand it? Crackerjack just shakes his head as Janine stands there grinning. Seeing this as a waste of time, Crackerjack turns and starts to walk down the hall. Janine: Good luck. Stopping, Crackerjack looks over his shoulder. Hearing something like that from Janine has pretty much become unheard of. Her mic pressed against her shoulder, Janine finishes. Janine: In finding that whore. It seems that Crackerjack has heard enough as he storms over towards Janine and looms over her. janine still smiles, though a little weaker than before. Crackerjack: "Good luck"? It seems that's all I'm hearing these days. No one is out to help me. Everyone seems to leave everything to everyone else. You have people who expect something for their lack of deeds, good or bad. And why is nobody helping anyone? because it's always easier to wish them luck. I don't mind you calling Nell a whore, because as far as I know, that's what she is. Perhaps she's gone to whore island. But what really peeves me off is that since I started my search, not a single person has offered to help. Crackerjack turns and looks as though he is about to leave, but turns back to face Janine again. Crackerjack: Oh, and this is for the pop can. Crackerjack grabs a hold of Janine and hurls her behind the camera through a wall window looking into an office. The sound of shattered glass echoes everywhere as the camera turns to find Janine practically covered in it. Before leaving, Crackerjack calls out sarcastically. Crackerjack: See if someone helps you. Prove me wrong. As the camera continues to look over Janine, Crackerjack walks off his message heard...and felt. |
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| Crimson Shards | Mar 26 2007, 09:01 AM Post #4 |
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[align=center] [/align]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] CL: This match is going to rule. I’m going to enjoy watching Crackerjack own everyone in this match. However, to get to this point, I must sit through Drake Love’s entrance. I find myself at a crossroads. CM: Kill yourself now and put yourself out of OUR misery… CL: Oh, that’d be a great joke if I hadn’t heard good ‘ol JR say it about a million times in a fucking video game. CM: I LIKE GAMES, OKAY!? GOD! [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promise to depart just promise one thing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. [/align] Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage. [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. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for TWO falls! The first fall is for contendership over the Fighting Spirit Championship… and the second is for contendership of the Undisputed International Championship! Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado, USA… DRAKE! LOOOOOOOOOOOVE!!! [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] The musical jingles familiar to Kill Bill fans of Ironside’s “Quincy Jones” hits on the PA system as red lights around the arena behind to strobe in and out to the creepy air of the music before the ear-splitting tunes of “Dead In Hollywood” by Murderdolls pound out the PA system … JH: I think it’s going to be an interesting contest in the future of FIW to see who can cause more carnage; Momoko Wakari or Crackerjack. CL: So long as someone bleeds, I’m happy. Momoko appears from behind the curtain with her Stop Sign in one hand and a sickle and staple gun attached to each other by a chain on each of the handles. Momoko raises the Stop Sign in the air for the admiration of the fans and yelling what we can assume is an insult in her native language to the fans in attendance and saunters down the ramp way towards the ring… MA: And his opponent! From Saitama, Japan… MOOOOMOOOKOOOO WAAAAKAAAAARIIIIIIIIIII!!! Momoko upon reaching the ring places her sickle, staple gun and Stop Sign in her corner before climbing into the ring and to the middle rope of her corner’s turnbuckle. She then stares out callously to the masses in attendance and flips the bird to everyone in her immediate area before hopping back down and awaiting the match to start. 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! CL: THE MAN! CM: And one of the only times I’ll agree with you, Loire. 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 their opponent! From the alleys of New York City… CRRRRRACKERJACK!!! 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. The house lights begin to go out in succession, one section at a time leading up to the stage, as a low, rhythmic hum accompanied by voices chanting rattles through the speakers. A dim red light flickers to life behind the entrance, lending an erratic pattern to the smoke that begins to swell, clouding the stage with an erie glow. At that point, a strong guitar riff hits the speakers and a moment later, the drums join in as a bright flash of red and silver pyros light up each side of the stage, showcasing the silhouette of a woman spinning around on a pole. The crowd goes nuts as they realize that this song, "Twisted Transistor" by Korn, was the entrance music Kailey Lane used last week! Even though she hasn't been acting much like herself and they aren't too sure of her motives anymore, they like seeing this particular side of her. [align=center]Hey you, hey you, devil's little sister Listening to your twisted transistor Hold it between your legs Turn it up, turn it up Low end is coming through Can't get enough[/align] Kailey holds on to the pole with one hand and dips her hips low, then slowly pulls her body back up hips first. She grips the pole with both hands and power pumps her hips against the pole in time with the last line. [align=center]A lonely life, where no one understands you But don't give up, because the music do Music do, music do, music do, music do, music do, music do[/align] Violently, Kailey pushes the pole away from her and it falls hard, sending out loud metal crashes and clanks that reverberate through the arena. Never looking back, she struts to the ring keeping her footfalls timed to the music. MA: And their opponents! From Nashville, Tennessee, USA… KAILEY! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!! [align=center]Because the music do and it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you, too, your scream's a whisper Hang on you twisted transistor[/align] She reaches the ring and straddles the bottom rope, sliding her arms along the length of the rope and wrapping her hands around it as she writhes her hips against the taut fibers until the referee clears their throat. She glances over and sneers at the ref, then returns her concentration to the rope between her legs and gives it one more hump before pulling her other long leg on into the ring. [align=center]Hey you, hey you, finally you get it The world ain't fair, eat you if you let it And as your tears fall on Your breast, your dress Vibrations coming through You're in a mess[/align] Ignoring the ref, Kailey parades around the ring lifting up her hands in an attempt to raise the volume of the crowd. She jumps onto the ropes in her corner and raises her fists high above her head while yelling and backtalking those in the crowd who don't seem to approve of this "new" Kailey. When her music fades, she hops down from the ropes, ready for action. CM: I came. CL: You’re a douche. JH: I gotta agree with Conse this time. This is a pay-per-view, Chip! Have some class! CM: No. I don’t wanna. Our referee for this match, Michaela Menendez, finishes removing Momoko’s weapons and tossing them outside the ring before calling for the bell. An irrationally incensed Crackerjack thunders forward at the sound of the bell, nearly plowing through Michaela to SMASH Momoko against the turnbuckle. He begins SLAMMING her head backward into the pad. Drake Love falls into a wrestling stance, cautiously feinting in toward Kailey who seems to be preoccupied with spying an opening on Crackerjack. She never makes a shot as Love darts up and locks in a side headlock. JH: Drake Love and Crackerjack the clear aggressors in the early going tonight. CL: Hitchen, save your breath. Crackerjack’s going to be the clear aggressor through THE ENTIRE MATCH. It’s his only tactic. CM: And a damn fine tactic it is. Momoko manages to move her face out from under Crackerjack’s massive palm and deliver his federally packaged toe kick post-haste. Kailey meanwhile breaks free of the headlock with a few well-placed rib shots that loosen Drake’s grip before flipping him forward with a snap mare! JH: And the ladies make a comeback! CM: Y’know what ladies need to come back? The ladies Josie Pleasure kept on her chest. Mmm, mmm! CL: ECH! Are you MAD!? You are, aren’t you! Don’t you know what those things are attached to!? Seeing Crackerjack exposed she charges toward him at just the same moment Momoko decides to execute a flying shoulder tackle. The combined impact of the tackle and Kailey’s flying clothesline stumble Crackerjack backward toward the ropes, KNOCKING him heels-over-head to the floor outside! CL: That landing was fully fucking sick! Crackerjack’s head BOUNCED off the concrete. They must make it harder here in Wales or something. CM: Or rubberier. JH: Either way, Crackerjack could be taken out for the rest of the match! What a severe downer that would be to fight so hard and only be taken out in the early going like that! Kailey and Momoko then turn on one another, locking horns briefly before Momoko NAILS Kailey in the face with a headbutt! The grapple is broken and she follows through with a jumping DDT that SPIKES Kailey’s head into the canvas! JH: The pink-haired demon is unleashing some unholy wrath on Kailey Lane! CL: With a damn fine jumping DDT. Gotta love the head drops! Momoko stands, but not for long as Drake is quick to take her down with a Lou Thesz press from behind. He locks in a sleeper, but quickly rotates into an inverted hammerlock. JH: Drake Love is quick on the submissions. Skill like that hasn’t been seen in FIW for some time. Momoko moves to counter the hammerlock, but it’s just then that Drake shifts again, placing one knee on either side of her head and squeezing as he torques her shoulder joint by wrenching her arm upward and behind her back. JH: A unique move… a kneeling wristlock? CL: Nah, it’s more like an arm wrench, I think. CM: Looks like a Double Dragon Fingercuff. CL: … JH: … CM: Right, I know. “Go back to talking about boobies, Chip”… Kailey Lane starts to rise, holding her head. She sees Drake and Momoko and knows she can’t lose the match with a submission victory for Drake, so goes to encroach on them, but Crackerjack pops up onto the apron behind her, grabbing her with a seatbelt lock and DRAGGING her over the top rope to the outside! JH: If I’ve said it once before, I’ll say it again; Crackerjack is PHENOMENALLY powerful! CL: You ain’t just whistling’ Dixie. Drake changes his hold once more, now dragging Momoko into a bent-over position with her head between his legs. He puts more pressure on with his thighs as he stands with her, and continues to toruqe the shoulder. JH: An interesting chain of submissions Drake Love is executing here. CM: Hm. Kinda looks like he’s leading into… Drake suddenly releases Momoko’s arm and SWINGS her upward! Shocked by the sudden and violent change in equilibrium, Momoko looks stunned while being held aloft. Drake switches from powerbomb to choke slam in mid-air, and BURIES Momoko in the canvas! CM: APOCALYPSE CHOKESLAM! WHOOO! THE CHIPSTER CAUGHT IT!!! CL: “The Chipster”? That sounds like a cooke mascot’s name. CM: Laugh now, but who’s laughing when… you’re… not? CL: Everyone, Chip. At you. Drake Love rolls Momoko up for a cover, and Michaela drops to count! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] JH: BOOM! Drake Love has JUST won a shot at the Fighting Spirit Championship! CL: Yeah, but can he snag a shot at the UIC? THAT’S the million-dollar question. Drake thrusts his arms into the air before rising and soccer kicking Momoko a few times to roll her the short distance out of the ring. This seems to suit Momoko just fine as she reclaims Orochi and aims to return to the canvas! CM: YEAH! Get yourself some, Momoko! BLEED HIM! And she would, too, would a brave Michaela stop blocking her path into the ring. Michaela scolds Momoko and points to the back, suggesting she get the hell away from ringside. Momoko doesn’t much like that and makes toward the grappling Kailey and Crackerjack. CM: Hey! I almost forgot about them. CL: You would. JH: I’d say I’m surprised to see Kailey’s going toe-to-toe with that monster, but even as spiteful as she’s become, she’s still got every ounce of determination she’s ever had. As does Momoko, apparently, as she SLASHES Kailey across her back with Orochi! JH: Good god! Kailey wheels around to face her attacker but only gets a slice across the arm for her troubles! CL: BLOOD!!! JH: Someone disqualify her! CM: Um, how, genius? She’s already out of the match! Michaela turns away from Drake Love once again to yell at Momoko. But the pink-haired Asian demon doesn’t stop. Once more she slashes Kailey, this time catching her upper thigh. Kailey stumbles backward into Crackerjack’s arms and the manolith shoves her into the ring. Michaela goes to step between the ropes and force Momoko away from ringside and out of the match, but doesn’t get the chance as Drake cones SCREAMING at Momoko, running along the apron before delivering a shoulder block that CRASHES her into the barricades! JH: Drake Love just HAS to get him some more of Momoko! CM: These two SERIOUSLY hate each other! Drake starts tattooing a fist on Momoko’s forehead with his knuckles, while inside the ring Crackerjack has Kailey locked firmly in the-- CM: HIGH RISE! HIGH RISE!! -- yes, that. Michaela tears herself away from the action at ringside to check on Kailey and, y’know. Do her job. JH: Kailey’s mighty tough, but I’m wondering if the bloodloss combined with the punishment she’s already taken will be her downfall? CL: You forgot Crackerjack’s retard strength. JH: Ah yes. How could I let that slip my mind? Michaela asks Kailey if she wants to quit and she shakes her head “no” before Crackerjack tightens the hold, YANKING her even farther upward! She SCREAMS in pain, nodding her head yes, and Michaela has the bell rang. MA: You winner of the second fall… by submission… and the NEW Undisputed International contender… CRRRRRACK… ERRRJACCCKKKK!!! CL: See? I told you he’d do it! JH: He’s one mighty behemoth, is Crackerjack. Referees almost immediately flood ringside to pry Momoko and Drake Love off of one another. Drake seems to have suffered a few new cuts, but the intensity in his eyes gives nothing away that he’d still love to cave Momoko’s skull in. That intensity is only matched by Momoko’s own, as she gives a toothy grin from her now-busted lip. JH: Don’t forget the Fighting Spirit contender, Drake Love! Makes you wonder if Momoko might get mixed up in the FSC’s ranks in the near future? CM: I’d bet on it. And I’m a betting man! CL: You’re a losing man. Loser. |
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| Crimson Shards | Mar 26 2007, 09:05 AM Post #5 |
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[align=center] [/align]JH: So first title match of the evening coming up next and it is full of aggression. CM: Full of Zesboca too, wait till she jumps around the ring… CL: …Then gets dropped right on that little fragile neck, going to be quite the sight. JH: Graver and Zesboca have been having quite the confrontation lately, Ninja’s just been in the middle. CM: Well tonight when his title is taken from him, maybe someone can wrap that sign around his head. CL: How about I wrap it around yours? JH: I’d pay to see that… BUT anyways, there about to enter the ring… As the camera moves to the ring, we see Fuzz getting ready before "Lose Control" by Evanesence turns on our normal closed gates at the entrance of our stage is open. Long black mesh looking material is draped around the gates. From the back exits our very own Zesboca Devani with a loose black scarf that almost matches the material on the gates. She twirls the material around her body doing a simple start of a belly dance for the crowd. She slides across the stage grabbing a hold of the material on the gates. As she dances and slides across the floor she pulls the material with her. The last bit of the material is yanked down and left on the floor a long with her scarf. She stands at the end of the stage above the steps staring at the crowd. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a falls count anywhere match for the Flycore Championship, first hailing from Cairo, Egypt, the first challenger… ZESSSSBBBBOOCCCAAAAA DDEEEEEVVVVVAAAANNNNNIIIII!!!! [align=center]"Just once in my life, I think it'd be nice, Just to lose control, just once, With all the pretty flowers in the dust."[/align] Zesboca shakes her lower half with the rhythm of the song. Not taking the steps she jumps straight down from the stage. She spins dipping her body a little with her. Zesboca smirks and makes her way to the squared circle. She touches a few hands along the way mainly to the men that are rooting for her. Again she doesn't take the steps and slip in-between the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles. CL: Ah the eye candy of the match, shame Graver’s gonna snap her like a twig. JH: Come on now, she’s been holding her own against in the ring lately pretty well. CL: No she hasn’t, she’s been led into Graver’s false sense of security, it’s all tactics. JH: I doubt that very much. CM: Does it matter, that girl has one fine ass, only one better has to be mine of course. [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. CL: The hardcore fuckamaniac’s going to show all these fans how you fuck someone up, a role model for all right there. CM: He carries plastic pistols to the ring Conse, how is he a ro… CL: Cause hopefully he’ll come over and shoot you so you shut the hell up. CM: You realize as long as either Zesboca or Graver wins, it really doesn’t matter who gets shot. Without even caring about the bell sounding though, Graver charges and attacks Zesboca, the action starting thick and fast as Fuzz calls for the match to start so the action starts thick and fast but as the bell sounds. 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~!” MA: And finally! Your FIW Flycore Champion! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan… EXXXXTREEEMEEEEEE NNINNJJJJJAAAAAAA #22222222222222!!!! [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 climbs the ring apron, his robe removed quickly, he throws his championship to a ring monkey as he watches Zesboca and Graver brawling. As Graver gains the advantage with a right hook to the gut Zesboca reels into the ropes, Ninja whistles causing Graver to turn and as he does, Ninja leaps up, springboards in and NAILS Graver with a dropkick, which makes him land to the canvas and roll out of the ring with the impact, Ninja then stands as the crowd cheer loudly, finally the match has now started properly. CM: Where’d the hell he come from, the little midget. CL: The sky, where the fuck you think, no wonder you worked on Slam! JH: Haha.. Besides Chip, it’s a Flycore match, so you kind of need the Flycore champion don’t you? CM: Shut up Bitchen or I’ll whoop your scrawny ass all over Cardiff. CL: Talk about paying to watch something. As Ninja looks towards the fallen Graver, he then turns to see Zesboca coming from the ropes, she walks towards Ninja and there respect for one and another is apparent as they both shake hands, before circling the ring, Zesboca still looking if Graver’s anywhere in sight, as he ain’t they lock up. They have a stalemate so they back off, assessing one and another, before going for another collar and elbow tie-up, this time Zesboca uses her athletic build to ducks and some godly way bend back up getting Ninja in a hammerlock, the maneuver impressive within itself that some fans applaud as Ninja tries to break free from the hold, both too busy in there little combat episode they haven’t seen Graver slide back in the ring with a steel chair in hand. CL: Finally, be it a little pussyfied, some hardcore weaponry. JH: Oh come on, he would ruin it wouldn’t he, this match was just getting good. CM: What with Zesboca bending like that? I wouldn’t complain. [BJH:[/B] She’s not just eye candy for god sake Chip. CL: Yeah Chip, she‘s also going to be flat faced in about five seconds. Not one deny Conse’s sheer knowledge, Graver with a shit load of force, smashes the chair into Zesboca’s back, making her reel forward releasing the hold on Ninja, as she holds her back though she turns around to just in time duck under Graver’s chair swing, unfortunately for Ninja he isn’t so quick and takes quite a shot right to the head, knocking him flat on his ass in fact as Zesboca brings herself up to Graver’s level, she gives him a hard boot to the gut, then runs to the ropes, coming back but as she does, Graver gives her a almighty smack right in the face with the steel chair taking her down with authority, he then throws the chair down and gives the crowd the one finger salute. CL: Bam! Take that you little ho. JH: Come on Conse, she didn’t deserve either of those. CL: I don‘t care, that was one helluva shot to the face, gotta love it. CM: No, the shot to Ninja was better, talk about ass planted. Graver turns his attention from Zesboca for a bit, moving towards the slowly standing Ninja, he picks Ninja up and throws Ninja out of the ring, before following him out of the ring, as does Fuzz, watching on carefully. Ninja stands up, as Graver gets top him, getting a head butt for his trouble from Graver, making him stagger backwards, Graver then goes for another, really putting force into it, as Ninja lays against the ring barricade, some fans pat him on his shoulder to try and egg him on as Graver, climbs onto the apron, looking towards Ninja, looking ready for something. JH: He isn’t going to go flying is he? CL: Let me think… do I look like Graver? No? Fuck me your eyes do work. CM: I’d disagree with that statement, beings you know he did say Ninja has talent. As Graver looks set to leap onto Ninja, Zesboca from almost nowhere comes flying between the middle and top rope, holding onto the ropes, and performing a kind of 619 variation, hitting low into Graver’s gut, making him losing his footing, coming off the ropes and bounce forward crashing into the ring barricade as Ninja moves out of the way to watch him crash into the barricade. Zesboca then on her knees in the ring, looks towards Graver and smirks, before she runs to the ropes and looks for a suicide dive into him, but as she comes through the ropes, out of nowhere Ninja leaps up and connects with one of the most vicious looking enziguiri your probably going to ever see and fuck the impact takes effect as Zesboca crashes to the mats. CL: Fuck yeah! That’s how you kick some fuckers head off. CM: She took that all in her face, kind of reminds me of… JH: Shut up Chip, she could of just been seriously injured! CM: Wait! YES!… no… I thought I felt care it was another fashion idea. As Ninja looks down towards Zesboca, he goes for a cover, hooking her leg as Fuzz drops to make the count… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …GRAVER BREAKS IT UP!![/align] Graver quite literally kicks Ninja right in the face to break the count Up, Ninja rolls off Zesboca holding his chin as Graver seems to have shaken off the early eating of the barricade. He looks down towards the slowly stirring Zesboca, grinning before kicking her in the gut and then turning his attention towards Ninja, who he grabs up and knees hard in the gut, before smashing him into the ring post, Ninja smashes into it but reels backwards allowing Graver to grab him by the neck then snapping him down with a nifty looking Neckbreaker. CM: Wow… Graver just performed a actual wrestling move… CL: How would you know, your still thinking your watching sumo wrestling knowing you. CM: And you still think people actually care what you say, one day you’ll learn. Graver after executing the move stands up, looks towards the crowd and just smirks, impressing himself but thinking fucking eat that bitches. Graver then moves over towards Zesboca who is finally climbing to her feet, shaking off the cob webs of the kick to the head, Graver doesn’t waste time though as he grabs her by the head and smashes her face into the ring barricade, he then moves quickly, rumbling under the ring to find something, happily he pulls out what looks to be a construction of lightubes, a table in fact made completely of lightubes, but not the usual size, it’s about 3-4 inches off the ground, amazingly it seems he knew exactly where they were as he places them on the mats before grabbing Zesboca and placing her on the ring apron… CL: Now where fucking talking, some fuckers going to bleed. CM: Calm down Conse, we can smell the excitement almost. JH: Someone could get hurt and it’s not right, why can’t they just… CM: Slap you in the face to shut you up? I have no clue but if you don’t quit moaning I will. Graver then himself climbs up onto the ring apron, before looking ready to do something as he grins towards the crowd who seem to boo, except some crazy Graver marks who cheer there asses off. Either way Graver picks up Zesboca and places her between his legs in a standing headscissor, he then looks ready to lift her when Ninja comes from within the ring and clubs his back releasing Zesboca to have her drop and roll off the ring apron, Graver then turns as Ninja backs off, before charging towards Graver, but Graver seeing him coming shoots his head through the ropes, doubling Ninja over, before he brings Ninja out onto the apron and grabs him in a ¾ headlock… CL: Oh Ninja, why did you try and save her? CM: Because he’s a idiot, I’d of let her take the bump. CL: Wait, what is Graver doing? Graver backs off though, releasing the face lock as Ninja holds his gut, moving towards the corner area, but then sprints at Ninja and delivers a huge spear taking himself and Ninja off the apron and through the lightube table, smashing it into pieces on impact and sending the crowd into a “Holy Shit” chant… CL: SSSSSSPPPPPPPEEEAAAAAAARRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Graver as he stirs in the mixture of blood, glass and bodies rolls onto Ninja to make the cover, Fuzz with gloves on then drops to make the count… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NO SHOULDER UP![/align] JH: Kick out, Ninja still has enough fight in him. CM: He only kicked out at two, he ain’t that good. CL: How about I put you through a table and we see how long it takes you to stand up. CM: You wouldn’t dare. CL: Try me cock breath. Graver’s hands look bloodied as he stands up slowly, looking satisfied with both the blood and carnage he just caused with Ninja, but he doesn’t get much time to even think about it as all off a sudden Zesboca comes off the ring apron with a cannonball senton right onto Graver causing both to crash over the ring barricade and into the crowd to there overwhelming joy. Zesboca climbs to her feet and begins to stomp down on the fallen Graver as the crowd get really excited, patting both wrestlers as Zesboca moves out of view up some steps. She comes back, with a cup in hand and some beer in it, she then pours it down onto Graver, completely disrespecting him as he doesn’t look best pleased as he tries to defend his mouth from taking any in. JH: Ha! That’s it make him drink it! CL: Calm down, she’ll get her ass kicked for it in a second. Graver realizing it’s beer seems angry and enraged as he climbs to his feet and charges at Zesboca, the two shooting kicks, punches anything they can at each other as they move up the stairs of the arena way, moving towards a exit way, but as they reach it Graver takes advantage, grabbing Zesboca head and ramming it into the wall, making her rebound and fall to the ground. Graver then moves into the crowd, but comes back with a steel chair, he then places it down on the floor, seeing Zesboca on her knees, he grins clicking his knuckle, as this all happens what they both don’t see it Extreme Ninja has caught up, still looking shaky, but he’s climbed past them and indeed up onto the balcony area above the two, he looks down… CM: DO IT! Jump, for all our sakes! JH: Shut up Chip! CL: Who cares… there he goes and… SSHIIIINNNNNNIIIIIINNGG MMEAAAATTTT HHHOOOOKKKAAAAAHHHH!!!! …Indeed Graver nails Zesboca right in her face with a shining punch to the face as she drops to her back, Graver then climbs on making the cover, but as he does Ninja stand son the edge of the balcony and then JUMPS coming down just on time to connect with a double stomp on Graver’s head, knocking him down and off Zesboca as he lands and hits the ground hard too, causing all three of them to be down as the crowd again chants “Holy Shit” all three of them seemingly giving it there all finally… JH: There he jumped! Happy! He could of seriously incurred himself! CM: Damn, only could of? CL: That was insane… I love it! All three of them stir, all seemingly taking quite a beating as Graver holds his head, he stands up, showing off his guns, filled with pepper spray, but he is too busy shaking off the stomp to his head to care. First up though out of them all is Zesboca who rubs her jaw, but then runs towards Graver and nails him right in the face with a stiff kick, making him fall backward onto his back, seeing this Ninja makes his move towards Zesboca, delivering a hard kick to her stomach, which sends her reeling backwards into the wall, Ninja then turns towards the fallen Graver, lifting him to his feet he takes Graver through the actual doors into the corridors… CL: This for once, has actually been kind of close to a NGIW brawl, just no-one’s died or been attacked by a dildo. CM: Yeah, that’s why it closed and Slam! Made hardcore, HARDCORE. CL: Chip, the only hardcore think that was on that shit dump was that moron Brighty. …Having Chip and Conse arguing, the action has now poured into the corridor as Ninja slams Graver into a vending machine, it doesn’t smash but a can of drink drops from it as Ninja then grabs Graver and moves more into the corridor, forgetting about Zesboca for now. That soon changes though as she comes out of nowhere and crashes into the pair, knocking them both on the floor, she nails Ninja in the gut with a kick as Graver rolls onto his back a few inches away from where Ninja’s crouching, Zesboca then backs off for some reason… CL: Typical female, backing off. JH: No, she seems to eyeing something up, look! As Jonathon says it, Zesboca runs up, handstands then kicks off Ninja’s back hitting a Phoenix Splash off his back, that crashes down upon Graver’s fallen body with style, she lands and then rolls off holding her gut before moving on Graver for the cover… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NINJA BREAKS IT UP!![/align] JH: She calls that the Dancing On Flames and it was beautifully executed. CM: She flipped around a bit, whoopty do. CL: If I wanted to see flipping around, I’d of bought a trampoline for myself, dumb bint. Ninja rolls off, gaining to his feet as he grabs Zesboca and they move into a room, the camera following obviously as they are in fact within a toilet, nobody in there thankfully, but Zesboca is fighting back, pushing Ninja off, but he delivers a hard shot to her gut, she reels backwards holding her gut, but comes back with hr own shot to his gut, the desperation in both as Fuzz is watching on, but as both then run at each other, they deliver a knee to each other knocking them both down into a stalemate on the toilet floor, what they don’t see is as they land, Graver walks into the toilet with a steel pipe, clutching his head he moves towards Ninja… JH: That’s a steel pipe, he can’t fucking use that! CM: Whoa… you just swore… that’s… well shocking. CL: Damn Bitchen... You just gave yourself some points, not many but some. …Ninja climbs to his feet as does Zesboca, who watches as Graver raises the pipe and looks set to smash it over Ninja’s head, but Zesboca moves fast pushes Ninja out of the way and takes the shot herself right on the head, knocking her clean out onto the floor. Graver looking satisfied either way is then caught by a boot to his gut though as Ninja backs off grabbing the pipe himself… JH: Dammit! Now look at her, Zesboca’s been knocked out cool and she’s bleeding! CL: That’s so sexy… CM: Conse your hand goes under that table, Jonathon will hit you. JH: I will? As Ninja looks ready to strike Graver with the pipe, Graver boots him right in the gut, turning quickly to see the sink, he then grins as he grabs Ninja quickly in a cross armed position before lifting and falling backwards quickly, DRIVING! Ninja’s skull into the sink with a cross armed Brainbuster, the sheer impact breaks the sink clean off the wall as Graver hooks Ninja’s leg quickly… CL: REEEEEEJJJJJEEECCCTTTTTTTTT DDDRRRRIVVVVVAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! CM: Good god, he just broke the sink. JH: Oh come on, it’s over now, Graver as champion makes me sick. CL: Oneah! [align=center]ONE![/align] CL: Twoah! [align=center]TWO![/align] CL: THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! [align=center]THREE![/align] As Fuzz hits the surface for the three, a immensely big boo is heard as Fuzz, who had the title wrapped round his waist hand sit to Graver who clutches it to his chest, in joy as Michael makes the announcement to the booing crowd… MA: Your Winner! And! NEWWWWWWWW FIW Flycore Champion! GGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVERRRRRRRRR!!!! …Boos are heard even louder as Graver moves with title in hand towards the fallen Zesboca, he begins stroking her hair as he moves her head onto his right knee, whispering something into her ear… JH: She knocked out! Leave her alone! CL: Gotta gloat, it’s fun Jonathon. JH: He’s a asshole! CL: No, he’s your new champion, so shut it stumpy. …As Graver looks towards her, EMT’s run in to check on Zesboca and Ninja, but before they get to her, Graver pulls some scissors out of his pocket and cuts some of Zesboca’s hair away, before taking it and his title and running off, leaving Zesboca and Ninja to be checked on, the camera then cuts to the commentary desk, leaving the two to be checked on. JH: What was that about? CL: Again.. Do I look like Graver? CM: No comment. |
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| Crimson Shards | Mar 26 2007, 09:08 AM Post #6 |
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[align=center] [/align]MA: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall; an ARMS Division Ex Match, Three Rounds of Ten Minutes, for the Full Intensity Wrestling Fighting Spirit Championship! 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: Introducing first, the Challenger, from Leamington Spa; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Eight pounds… This. Is. EEEEEEEEELLLLLLRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCKKK!!!!! …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. 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] MA: And his opponent; from Komachi City, Japan, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty pounds; he is Your Fighting Spirit Champion; Kiyoshi NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! 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 Fighting Spirit Championship 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... MA: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the ARMS Division Ex match for the Fighting Spirit Championship! There’s applause, and the referee takes the title belt from Kiyoshi, and shows it to the crowd, and to Elrick, and everyone who wants to see it. MA:Introducing first, in the corner to my left, the Challenger, from Leamington Spa, The Career Killer… EEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK! Elrick steps out of his corner and brandishes his barbed wire steel pipe for the crowd, and the entire crowd is tingling with anticipation. Or something… MA: And in the corner to my right; from Komachi City, Japan; he is Your Fighting Spirit Champion… KIYOSHI NAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! The champion drops his coat from his perch in the corner, and raises his chain-wrapped right arm to the crowd; not taking his eyes off his opponent as he does so. [align=center]Ding Ding![/align] The bell rings for the start of the first round, and the two men wander around the ring, swinging their respective weapons around. The opening attack of the match sees Elrick take a wild swing, deflected by Kiyoshi’s chain. Kiyoshi swings back, Elrick blocks it, wraps the chain round the bar and pulls the Champion in, and the two clash heads in the centre of the ring. CL: Oh, so it’s one of those matches. CM: Eh? CL: You know, the kind of match where they spend two seconds hitting each other, then the next five minutes shouting at each other. Shouting is indeed what happens; Elrick clearly having his ‘game face’ on, Kiyoshi seems slightly happier. Elrick lines up a shot at his opponent’s white mop with his chosen weapon, but predictably gets thrown, and manages to block the follow up Jujigatame by raking the barbed wire across Kiyoshi’s face, and giving him a kick as he rolls away. The champion rolls away and stains the tape that surrounds his hands with the blood streaming from the old scar. CL: Have I ever said how beautiful Kiyoshi is? JH & CM: Uhh… CL: Must be something he’s done with his hair today… OR THAT BLOOD ON HIS FACE!!! CM: *Sighs in Relief* No, Conse hasn’t come out, but Kiyoshi is bleeding. Not so much right now, but the Challenger looks to change that post-haste, as a little spot of red starts to well up over Kiyoshi’s heart. Any pretensions of the poetry or symbolism of this are quickly dispelled by Kiyoshi unleashing chain assisted Kesa-Giri Chops to Elrick’s head! However, all this actually means is that Kiyoshi’s Judo-ness is no help when Elrick’s Barbed Wire Pipe smacks him in the side of the face! JH: No sign of any nerves from Elrick thus far. And a good thing too.. The White Haired Warrior is knocked right down on his backside eats Elrick’s boot with a seated Yakuza Kick. The referee calls him off any further attacks with the first 10 Count of the Night! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] Nakahata sits up at three, and wipes his face. The count however will continue until he reaches his feet. [align=center]Four! Five!![/align] Having wasted enough time, Kiyoshi rolls to his feet and rushes Elrick with a Lariat! It’s ducked, Kiyoshi gets blasted in the Kidneys and hurled away with a Release German Suplex! Again, Kiyoshi has the good sense to stay down a few seconds while he recovers his senses and the referee counts at him. [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] Finally, Kiyoshi puts the chain to good use, throwing it at Elrick, entangling his arms and pulling him close, flicking it around his neck and, as deftly as he can manage, whips him over with a modified Snapmare and getting a Sleeper Hold on by way of a follow up. JH: Fight It! The entire of England is behind you! CM: My geography isn’t so good, but aren’t we in Wales? Elrick is indeed fighting. He tries grabbing Kiyoshi’s head and using the jarring impact as he stands and sits right back down. It loosens the grip for a mere second, before Elrick gets agonisingly hauled to his feet against his will. Anyone who has even half an eye on Kiyoshi’s recent activities knows what he’s going for; Elrick’s getting too close to the ropes, and Blinded by the Gold and whatever; Kiyoshi’s Reverse Powerslam… CL: WAHAHAHAHA!!! MOOOORRREEE BLLLLOOOOOOOOODDD!!!! Fails! Elrick gouges out a chunk of Kiyoshi’s head on the way over with that barbed wire, and half way across, Kiyoshi’s knees buckle! Elrick lands on his feet and hoists Kiyoshi, kicking and screaming [well, not screaming just yet,] over with a Waterwheel Drop, and starts pounding away with perfectly legal mounted forearms, mixing in the odd desperate punch with the other hand. His opponent wriggles and worms his chain back around his hand and drives the edge of his palm into Elrick’s Temple! CM: Is using the chain to choke your opponent legal? JH: Apparently not. A shame for Kiyoshi, as he’s given the one [and only the one] chance to break it, after using the length of chain between his mitts across the Challenger’s throat. He holds his hands up, and gets back to his feet, allowing Elrick to do the same. JH: Methinks Kiyoshi can be quite sly when he wants to be… CM: Are you trying to accuse him of cynical and deliberate rule-breaking? That big lump? Nah… Deliberate or force of habit [chokes that are illegal in Pro Wrestling are legal in Judo,] is left for you - constant reader - to decide. On his feet, the merry-go-round of circling restarts, with Kiyoshi rewrapping the chain around his arm, and trying to take a Greco-Roman Knuckle-lock with the unchained arm, which Elrick wants no part of, swatting it away with the pipe. Fortunately for Kiyoshi, he has enough respect for the barbed wire that he moves his hand, and brings a length of chain crashing down at Elrick’s feet, giving him a bit of space to unleash the… JH: LAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAA- CM: That’s gonna hurt. What with it being blocked by that barbed wire pipe and everything. CL: Seems like a reasonable way to do these things. CM: Conse, are you ok; he drew blood with that! CL: Yeah, and did you hear me not shitting on it? It was only a few drops. Don’t expect me to go mad for a few drops of blood. Elrick forcefully disentangles the wire from Kiyoshi’s arm. In the commentary booth, Conse explodes, but the point about him and blood has been made, so we’ll leave Kiyoshi’s arm to drip blood without comment for the moment. Well, Kiyoshi shouts in pain, but it’s drowned out by the now raucous Cardiff crowd. Still, he keeps up the offensive with a blood stained forearm. CM: I suppose Elrick’s looking a little cute now, as well, Constance. CL: Not when it’s not his blood, Dingbat. A blood stained forearm or three. Kiyoshi, in an uncharacteristic display of striking prowess, probably caused by the chain wrapped around his arm. Elrick stands his ground. He stands his ground going so far as to spit blood at Kiyoshi’s feet. Outraged, Mr. FSC takes a step back, pirouettes in and decks the slightly disrespectful challenger backwards with a Roaring Elbow; Elrick gets Irish [Welsh? Japanese?] Whipped, and on the rebound gets an almost chain-assisted Front Suplex. The purpose of Kiyoshi entangling his chain, was to keep up a chain [no pun intended] of moves right into the Sankakujime! JH: Oh My God! This could be over Now! In the First Round! CM: Ugh, to some kinda stupid ass submissiony thing? [align=center]Ding Ding Ding![/align] And Chip Martin, and the entire Elrick side of the crowd, breathes a sigh of relief; Elrick can breathe again, it’s the end of the first round, and we get scores from the commentators, as the two men’s seconds welcome them back to their corner, and they was the blood off, and discuss strategy etcetera. JH: So gentlemen, scores… CL: Well, on the one hand, Nakahata’s bleeding. On the other, Elrick made him bleed. I call it even. CM: Elrick has the edge, I say. He doesn’t use boring holds. JH: And I’m impressed that Nakahata has lost none of his strength despite being down some blood already CM: Bah, you’re just disagreeing with me to tie it up. Chip is probably right. Either way, Kiyoshi now has an elbow pad and a bandage around his right arm, a plaster on his cheek and a white bandage around his head. Elrick escapes the corner with nothing worse than some cotton wool stuck inside his cheek, and a litre of water poured all over his noggin to wash the blood away. Second’s away, Round Two! [align=center]Ding Ding![/align] And the challenger, smelling blood [!] charges in with a Lariat. Kiyoshi watches it bounce off his chest with a smile. His affinity for Lariats, in the grand tradition of Jumbo Tsuruta, et al is well known, and he calls for another one. Elrick isn’t that stupid, and kicks Kiyoshi back into his corner, holds the pipe out as if it’s an extension of his Lariating arm, and starts firing away, shredding away at Kiyoshi’s t-shirt. JH: WWWWWHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- CL: No, DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- CM: WILL YOU TWO PLEASE SHUT UP!!!! HE’S MADE THE SODDING ROPES, SO CALM THE FUCK DOWN!!! JH & CL: … Uh… Sorry Chip… To explain, Kiyoshi narrowly escapes the Whiplash by slipping out of the back and going for the Dojime Sleeper, which Elrick escapes himself, with a foot on the ropes. The Throne of Madness revolves once more; that is to say, more circling, before Kiyoshi, who now has a nice new red headband, complete with a dribble of blood down his nose starts feeling just a hint of desperation. Kneel Kick time! Kiyoshi gets a full mount on and starts raining down Kesa-Giri Chops! That Elrick is still conscious after three of these is a miracle, let alone having the presence to pin Kiyoshi’s hand to his face, with the barbed wire pipe! CL: Elrick’s turn to be bled? WAAAAHAHAHAHEEEEEYYYYYAAHHAHAHAHA!!! The two struggle over the barbed wire in Elrick’s face and on Kiyoshi’s arm. Elrick pulls Kiyoshi back, rolls away and gets a Cross Armbreaker on Kiyoshi! CM: Oh shit. Is this the obligatory Technical bit, just to prove that these two bloody fools can actually wrestle? Apparently, it is. The two dispense with the blood letting for a moment, and take the fight to the mat with an exchange of Jujigatames and Cross Armbreakers. In fact, there isn’t really a difference in the two moves, but don’t tell them that. Kiyoshi ends up gaining an advantage in the hold/counter-hold war as the referee starts a Count of Five for the fact he’s just noticed Elrick is missing his weapon. [align=center]One![/align] Elrick hears this, while on his back, trying to keep his arm in one piece. Not a good position, and he can’t let go of his arm to pick up his weapon, because if he can’t reach it; not to put too fine a point on it, he’s boned. [align=center]Two!![/align] Flopping about like a fish out of water isn’t always the worst course of action: Elrick has enough room to find himself an almost vertical base. He now takes the opportunity to take one of his eyes off the man trying to divest him of his arm, and has a look around for his weapon. [align=center]Three!!![/align] That was a mistake. Kiyoshi, who can’t have a pin counted against him, rolls back onto his shoulders and straightens out his legs, hyper extending the arm, and driving Elrick back down to his knees. There is some hope for the challenger: he can now see his weapon… [align=center]Four!!![/align] Well, Elrick’s lost if he can’t get the barbed wire pipe back in the next ‘second.’ With just about everything he has left he hoists Kiyoshi, steps across and falls, sending Kiyoshi’s back right into the barbed wire! But… [align=center]Fiv… NOOO!!![/align] With fragments of Kiyoshi’s now red shirt, Elrick victoriously hefts his weapon to the sky. The CIA erupts even more; which is saying something considering how loud they were at the beginning. The crowd are so loud, with “Let’s Go Elrick!” chants drowning out the dull, yet sickening thud of steel on Japanese head. CM: Now that’s how you stop that stupid shit. Kiyoshi releases the hold, and soon finds his position quickly worsening. The barbed wire is soon shoved into his face, his arms wrapped around his neck, and thrown down into what can only be called a NGIW-Style Cobra Clutch. Elrick knees his downed opponent and bridges himself forward: JH: Good Sweet Christ!!! Barbed Wire Pipe wrapped inside the PAAAAAAAAIIIIIIN KIIIIIIILLLLLLLLEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!! The crowd manage a bit of an even split; Half want Kiyoshi to escape so the violence can continue; the others want the ‘hometown hero’ to win it here. Kiyoshi wriggles, but can’t really escape, and is screaming, in pain, and to be heard; telling JJ. in no uncertain terms that he isn’t ready to give up just yet, but it doesn’t really look like he has a choice… [align=center]Ding Ding Ding![/align] JH: Phew; Scores, gentlemen? CM: Boo-urns to the both of them for wasting my time with complicated holdy-things. CL: Yay to them both, for bleeding like the Stuck Pigs They Are!!! JH: So it’s still too close to call. Looks like it’s going to this final round… [align=center]Ding Ding![/align] Both men, come out of their blocks for the third, final, deciding round, as cleaned up as they can be, although probably for dramatic effect, Kiyoshi’s distinctive white hair is left the colour of his and his opponent’s blood. The bandage around his head, shredded through that last round is left hanging around his neck with the tattered remains of his red/white t-shirt. Elrick’s own blond hair has a similar red twinge to it, and despite the Vaseline on his forehead, blood trickles down his face. Kiyoshi blinks to clear his vision as he tries to shoot a glance towards the timekeeper’s table, where his title rests. He looks back just in time to see Elrick’s foot scything up towards the back of his head! CM: Well, this one’s started a little better than the last one ended. Elrick goes for a Cover-Drive that would make David Gower cry. The only thing that stops Kiyoshi’s head rolling away for four, or even six is the fact that he’s dropped from his knees to flat on his face in the seconds after the Enzui Giri. JJ. starts his count as Elrick takes the opportunity to eye up Kiyoshi’s title. The crowd count along with JJ.… [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!! OOOOHHHH!!![/align] The collective OH! Of the CIA is from Kiyoshi bundling Elrick into the ropes and German Suplexing him with just about everything he has left! On the one hand, the hero has just been hurled across the ring; on the other, it was a Nice German Supex from a man who was almost drowning in his own blood a few seconds ago. LUV for everyone! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] CM: So what happens if they both stay down? Judges Decision? JH: I would imagine, like any other drawn situation, the champion would retain. [align=center]Four! Five!! Six!!![/align] CM: The droogs here wouldn’t stand for it. I can’t say I much care for this uncultured, unrefined… CL: Hello? It’s a Bloodbath that the Feathered Serpent Himself would be proud of! Stiff Shots! Slick Technique! What the Festering Fuck More Do You Want??!?!?! CM: *Gargles* JH: Please don’t murder your broadcast partner while we’re on the air! CL: You’re right, Bitchen. I’ll finish him later… [align=center]Seven!!![/align] Kiyoshi has himself almost back to his feet; Elrick presses himself up laboriously onto one knee, and just before JJ. counts Eight, Kiyoshi makes a stumbling charge, but still manages good form for his… JH: SHIIIIIIIIINIIIIIIIINNNNGGG Uh… Uppercut Palm-strike thing? Either way, he manages to do it with a sort of Dragon Punch finesse, but one that he can’t keep his balance through, and he scrambles and keeps himself vaguely upright on the ropes. Elrick ends up munching chain with that move and is sent sprawling. ‘Luckily’ for him, his weapon lies across his face while he’s down, for the count [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] With a pained howl, Elrick rouses his flagging body to his feet. The champion looks on in sheer disbelief as Elrick seemingly rises from what he feel should be the Dead. Not wasting too much time, Kiyoshi winds his chain around his knee, and storms in. Kiyoshi, by this time, is blind and fading from the lack of blood. So much so, that he doesn’t see Elrick get ready to hoist him up for the Smash Mouth Driver!!! JH: It doesn’t look like any amount of Fighting Spirit can save the Champion now! CL: But it looks like Conservation of Momentum can! CM: Stupid Green Peace… Kiyoshi manages to conserve his momentum [one of the laws of physics,] right the way through the move, roll to his feet only to faceplant on the top turnbuckle, clutching his neck. The Career Killer doesn’t even wait for him to turn around, and hefts him up as he discards his weapon. No amount of Jujigatame are going to stop him this time; Elrick Inverts his Namesake Move, what his opponent would call his Proud Technique, his Career Killer, RIGHT ONTO THE BARBED WIRE STEEL PIPE!!! JH: Oh… Oh my… Elrick snatches his weapon up, and the count begins… [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] Blood bubbles at Kiyoshi’s nose and mouth. At the very least, it’s good know that he’s breathing, if not moving… [align=center]Four! Five!! Six!!![/align] Kiyoshi barely manages to turn his head to his corner, where his seconds, his friends are. Whatever they’re shouting at him can’t be heard over the crowd, who as much as they want Elrick to win, want just a few more minutes of this match as well… [align=center]Seven!!![/align] JH: Hold on, is he still alive? Kiyoshi stirs!!! [align=center]Eight!!![/align] CL: Like some kind of Red Godzilla, ready to destroy Cardiff from the Blood Soaked Depths! Kiyoshi manages to get one foot under his torso, as he rises to one knee. But to stop the count, one must be on both feet… [align=center]Nine!!![/align] CL: … Lurching towards the juicy, sweet, delicious nectar of life itself! CM: TIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!! Kiyoshi as he tries to make that last step comes Crashing Down, Down DOWN!!! [align=center]TEN!!!!!![/align] [align=center]Ding Ding Ding!!![/align] MA: Here Is Your Winner… And New Fighting Spirit Champion… EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! JH: FINALLY!!! SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS!!! Elrick Has It!!! And from this crowd, don’t you just know it!!! Jon Hitchen and the rest, are silent. They are, possibly among the few present who are. Seconds storm the ring: Elrick’s hoist him up on their shoulders and parade around the ring, while Kiyoshi’s just try to wake him up. Only one thing spoils this parade, and imposing friend of Kiyoshi bars Michael Anderson’s way as he goes to present the new champion with his due. Elrick is lowered, and looks up and down at this one last obstacle. JH: This isn’t right… CL: Calm down Bitchen, he’s just here to make sure it’s done properly. By properly, he means to let a swaying Red Haired Warrior do the honours himself. Kiyoshi lurches at Anderson, and snatches the belt, leaving a red mark on his shirt cuffs. He also takes the microphone for a congratulatory speech: Kiyoshi: … Words fail him. His knees almost fail him as well, and he falls forward, laying the belt on Elrick’s shoulder [the way he himself wore it, on the rare occasions he did,] and wobbling away. “Alive and Kicking” blares on over the PA, as Elrick’s Victory parade continues around the ring. Keita comes over and helps him off, Kiyoshi shakes him off and snakes his way back up the aisle for a well-earned pint of AB Negative. A jubilant Elrick is greeted as he’s lifted over the top rope to yet another friend/well-wisher/second who carries him down and off into the crowd. To make the moment complete, his daughter Skye runs out to greet him., and gets lifted up to give dad a hug, even though he’s spattered in blood. The group, gathering members as they go, carry the victorious father & daughter into the crowd to continue the celebration there… |
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[align=center] [/align]JH: Alright, moving right along, we’re coming to the second ever Ultimate Endurance tag-team match, and this could certainly finally be Revolution’s chance to stand tall on top of the Tag Team food chain. CM: You’re kidding, right?! Those two idiots don’t have a chance in hell! The Tanaka Zaibatsu, my men, are gonna do it right here tonight in front of all the Revolution’s fans, so they can see how much of a joke Grant Rice and Nightmare really are! The house lights drop, immediately sending the crowd into a frenzy as they know EXACTLY who's on their way.. JH: Speak of the devil! [align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..." RISE![/align]. As one, the crowd LEAPS to their feet, all of them throwing 'R' signs into the air as the lights all over the arena begin to blaze and strobe maniacally to the thunder known as 'Damage Done' by Mushroomhead. Nightmare steps out onto the stage, coat drifting behind him, and Grant Rice follows him out a moment later, both raising the 'R' handsign to the crowd on opposite sides of the ramp, the theme song barely being heard over the noise. MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS THE SECOND EVER ULTIMATE ENDURANCE TAG TEAM MATCH, AND IT IS FOR THE FIW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS OF THE WOOOORLD! ON THEIR WAY TO THE RING, AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 523 POUNDS, GRANT RICE AND NIGHTMARE, THEY ARE...THE! RRRRRRRRRRREVOLUUUUUUTION! [align=center]Get the hammers high! Get in line to get fucked up! Get the hammers high! Get fucked up![/align] They converge at the center of the stage and head down the ramp, Nightmare tagging hands with the fans as Grant just heads straight for the ring, stopping at the apron to wait for Nightmare to reach him and slide underneath the ropes before entering the ring himself. He goes up on the turnbuckle, beckoning the crowd to shower the Revolution with their praise as Nightmare riles up the crowd on the other turnbuckle as only he can, taunting, flexing and such like. As soon as the chorus hits they begin screaming the lyrics with the song and the crowd, both holding up both hands in the 'R' handsign. [align=center]GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! DON'T DOUBT THE HATE THAT'S INSIDE OF MY HEART! GONNA BREAK HUMANITY JUST IN SPITE OF ME! GAZE INTO MY EYES AND YOU'LL FIIIIIIIIIIIND!!![/align] They drop off the buckle and meet in the center of the ring, speaking with each other quietly as the music and lights fade away, leaving the crowd at a fevered pitch and ready for war. JH: Five months unbeaten, an unprecedented rivalry with Hardcore SEX…Can Revolution end it here? I think the answer is yes. The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy. [align=center]Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of five people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal. Just then, from behind the curtain walks out the IMD himself, Maj Tahal, followed by his manager General Kumar Singh. Maj is wearing his wrestling gear, while the General is wearing an all white suit, with a white turban. They both grin, as the crowd boo the two Indians. Maj and the General are not paying attention, and instead they start to make there way down the ramp. [align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire Fire[/align] MA: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, from Bombay, India, weighing 240lbs, MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!! Maj grins as his name's announced. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Maj gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just returned by Tahal back to the firey crowd. Maj continues the swap shop of curses, until he finally gives up on the crowd, and jumps off the turnbuckle. General Kumar gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Maj then waits for the match to begin. MA: And his opponent…Also from Bombay, India, AAAAHHHHMEEEEEED! Once again, the lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy. [align=center]Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Ahmed now makes his way to the ring, resplendent in combat fatigues and a green turban as Maj appears to be shaking his head, he advances cautiously down to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope, coming up in his corner so that he can talk some strategy with Maj while still looking over his shoulder at Revolution. JH: I don’t think Maj has got a good chance here with Ahmed as his partner…Ahmed we’re told has absolutely NO wrestling experience. CM: As far as I’m concerned it’s another body for the Tanaka Zaibatsu to punish! At first the arena is filled with the faint sound of chugging guitars. The music grows louder, building up into a faster more powerful rhythm. Lights begin to flash white and red as all attention turns to the entryway. [align=center]Just let me ask you, "Hey, have you heard of my religion?" It's called the church of hot addiction, and we believe that God is lust for everything.[/align] The two members of HARDCORE SEX appear at the entryway, posing for the fans. Steve is his usual sullen, silent self, staring intently at the ring, preparing himself mentally for the upcoming match, fists clenched, jaw tight. Felix, on the other hand, totally hams it up, blowing kisses to the crowd, pumping his arms and flexing his muscles. [align=center]Because now... the time has come for your devotion, and you already got the motion. What I need to give it, just give it, give it to me I'm waiting, I'm waiting... Turn out the lights…[/align] As the duo make their way to the ring, Steve walks forward with a determined pace, his breathing steadily increasing. Felix bounces like a kid with two much sugar, strutting to the music, pursing his lips and rubbing his nipples. MA: On their way to the ring… at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds… Steve “The Emo Kid” Patterson… “Fierce” Felix Arroyo… They are… HARD! CORE! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXX!!! As they arrive at the ring, Felix hops on to the apron and raises the ropes for Steve like a wrestler would do for his valet. Steve ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. [align=center]Tonight I am the drug you can't deny! Tonight G.A.B.E. gonnna get you high! My light is electric![/align] Both men wait in the ring as their poppy rock theme fades out, Steve folding his arms and cracking his neck as Felix continues to work the crowd, shaking the ropes and dancing back and forth. [align=center]Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah! Hey, hey, hey! My light is electric, yeah… [/align] JH: LOOK OUT! Not wanting to wait for their revenge The Revolution charges across the ring and meets Hardcore SEX head-on, getting into a wild brawl. Nightmare and Steve Patterson spill onto the floor trading blows as Felix Arroyo battles Grant Rice in the corner, neither team hearing the sounds of ‘X’ by X Japan! From seemingly out of nowhere Daisuke Tanaka and Mr. Blond appear, both sliding into the ring and joining into the wild fracas as now Maj joins in too, taking on Mr. Blond while Ahmed exits to the outside of the ring to the apron, leaving Maj to battle the three other teams that are battling one another! CM: Holy shit, it’s a mess out there! JH: We didn’t think the second ever Ultimate Endurance match would start out quite like this, the referee needs to get some control here! Steve Patterson had been taking over on Nightmare while Mr. Blond and Daisuke made their hit, but now it’s the Prince of Pain retaking the advantage by blocking an attempted head-smash into the stairs, then Nightmare grabs Steve and Irish Whips him into the railing nearby, smacking the Emo Kid backfirst into the guardrail! Satisfied with his work Nightmare finds his corner as now the craziness finally calms down, leaving only Daisuke and Grant Rice in the ring. Daisuke gets an opening and sends Grant staggering backward with a Solbat kick, staggering him towards the corner, Daisuke follows and connects with a hard Thrust kick to the chest, driving the air out of Grant. Keeping his advantage alive Daisuke grabs Grant and attempts to bring him out to the center of the ring but Grant stops that with a HARD knee to the gut, he slips in behind Daisuke and LIFTS him from a full nelson, switching position so he can proceed with slamming him hard to the mat! JH: HARD, powerful slam from Grant Rice, The Revolution I think is going to take a smash-mouth brawling approach with the Tanaka Zaibatsu since both Revolutionaries substantially outweigh the Zaibatsu. CL: Just tell me when the Falls Count Anywhere fall starts, I want to see that fucking emo kid get his face kicked in, even if it’s Nightmare and Grant Rice doing it! Grant Rice stays on Daisuke and now stomps HARD on his hand, Daisuke trying to get to the corner so he can find some refuge, but Grant’s not having it and pulls him back out to the center of the ring, grabbing Dai’s braced-up knee before lifting it high and SMASHING it against the mat! Grant picks it back up and grabs him up in a basic legbar, Dai writhing in the hold half in pain, half trying to escape. The referee is checking in, asking Dai if he wants to surrender, when seemingly out of nowhere Mr. Blond comes in with a low dropkick to the side of Grant’s face! Regardless of the ref’s count, Blondie picks up G. Rice and smashes him head first into the buckle. JH: The referee is counting but does Blond give a damn? CM: It’s plainly obvious how much of a damn he gives! None! Plus, it’s scramble tag rules, the referee’s pretty much counting for his own amusement! This gives enough time for Mr. Blond to back Daisuke into the corner and whip Daisuke into the corner where Grant is, allowing Dai to NAIL Grant with a double footed dropkick! When Blondie comes rushing in afterwards, Nightmare reaches over the ropes and grabs the back of Blond’s quiff, yanking him hair-first to the mat! The crowd half-cheers, half laughs at this as Nightmare picks Blond up and throws him through the ropes to the floor, following him to the outside as now Daisuke is whipping Grant into the ropes, he aims a roundhouse at Grant’s head but Grant ducks underneath it and lifts him back suplex style, possibly looking for Call 911 but Dai flips over onto his feet and quickly rolls him up in a Prawn hold! 1.. 2… Kickout! JH: Daisuke almost got him there.. Dai now hurriedly rolls off of him, hitting a low dropkick to the ribs before backing up, tensing himself, getting ready to blast Grant with the Lightning High Kick, when Grant gets up all the way, Dai swings his foot but Grant catches it and TWISTS his ankle into the Anklelock, the ankle attached to Dai’s bad knee! Dai is turned down on his stomach and is HOLLERING in pain as Grant wrenches on the hold, Blond begging Dai to get to the ropes. Dai however apparently sees an opportunity to counter and tries a modified enzuigiri with his free foot but Grant is able to avoid it and grapevines the leg once Dai is down again! Dai is literally pulling his hair out with how much this hurts, and looks ready to tap.. JH: First elimination! Oh no!! CM: Not if Blondie can help it! Mr. Blond comes through the ropes to come save his associate but gets nothing but a Size 17 to the face, Nightmare wiped him out with a big foot to the skull! He quickly rolls to the outside to make sure the referee isn’t dealing with him, as Hardcore SEX now enters, Steve is dropped by a right hand from Night but Felix hits a double axe and starts brawling with him in the corner, meanwhile Maj Tahal and Ahmed are making no attempt to save Daisuke as finally he taps out to the anklelock! CM: NO! Maj, you IDIOT! JH: Knowing Maj Tahal, he probably didn’t save Daisuke so that he would only have to beat two teams as opposed to three! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, The Tanaka Zaibatsu HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! The match will now be contested under submission match rules, the first team to earn a submission on their opponents will earn the second elimination! Here we go with fall 2, as now Maj Tahal has charged the ring and clotheslines Nightmare into Felix Arroyo, he delivers a HARD kick to Nightmare’s gut as Arroyo stumbles away and then Maj sends Nightmare shoulder first into the ringpost, spilling the Prince of Pain to the floor! Maj now turns his attention to Felix, ignoring Grant Rice as apparently Maj and Felix are now the legal men in this crazy match, Maj takes Felix and heads for the turnbuckle to smash him head first but Felix blocks it, sending two hard elbows into Maj’s sternum, he pushes and whips Maj into the ropes where Maj ducks under a clothesline, and connects with a HARD dropkick knocking Felix down, Maj stays on top of Felix (However, not the way Felix would like I’m sure), and applies an STF! JH: Could be a quick elimination here too unless—OH man! CM: Put an end to that. That sudden interruption was due to Steve Patterson running in quickly and bulldogging Maj into the mat to break the hold he had on Felix, before any damage could really be registered the way Maj wanted it. Steve quickly slides out of the ring to avoid the count, and now Felix takes over on Maj Tahal, smacking him with a pair of European uppercuts before hooking him up and snapping him over with a Snap Suplex, Felix then holds Maj’s arm flat and STOMPS hard on Maj’s bicep! CM: Now they’re taking over, I think Hardcore SEX could easily take this one. The Suck-O-Lution got lucky when they got Daisuke to tap out. He stomps on Maj’s arm again and then picks him up and brings him over to his corner, tagging Steve Patterson in, The Emo Kid comes in and grabs Maj’s arm, pulling him full armdrag and twist before taking him down with a jawbreaker, staying on him to apply a cross armbreaker. Maj is still not giving up even though he’s in a considerable amount of pain, Ahmed looks very worried but then again doesn’t want to go in and make the save for fear of incurring the wrath of Felix Arroyo or The Revolution, finally Maj is able to get up to his feet, rolling Steve onto his back, he stomps on Steve’s face causing him to break the hold. Steve gets up and shakes his head free, his back to Maj Tahal, which allows Maj to wrap him up in a straightjacket hold and take him down with a backcracker! JH: Great counter by Maj Tahal, despite his attitude and his BLATANT disregard for the rules of wrestling there is no denying his talent. CL: I don’t give a penguin’s fuck how much talent Maj Tahal has, he was a Red Cell piece of shit and always will be! Maj, with Felix hurting from the back cracker flips him over and lays in a HARD stomp to the lower back before hooking him up in an Indian deathlock, and bridging back to apply the chinlock as well! The crowd cheers at the applied submission mainly because Felix is in pain, as he struggles to get to the ropes. Ahmed is yelling encouragement to Maj as Felix continues to struggle towards the ropes, finally getting there as now Maj Tahal is forced to break the hold, but of course doesn’t do so until he is close to getting disqualified. CL: That was almost an elimination which would have been great anyway, I would have loved to see the Revolution tear him apart FINALLY for what he and those Red Cell assfucks pulled on Tier. JH: I don’t think you’re alone on that one, Constance. CM: Are you referring to that great piece of television— CL: Shut the fuck up, Chip. He finally breaks the hold and lays another HARD stomp into Felix’s prone anatomy, Steve Patterson shouting encouragement to his man-loving friend to find a way to fight back, The Revolution just sitting on the apron watching this play out intently. Maj now presses the attack by picking Felix up and lacing a hard knife edge chop across his chest, but Felix fires back with a European uppercut, Maj with another chop, Felix with one European uppercut, two, three, followed by a HARD elbow to the face that staggers Maj and allows Felix to take him down with a clothesline, Felix seems to be feeling it now as he hooks Maj up, the fans knowing what’s coming, he wraps him up in a reverse Texas cloverleaf and sets the hold, even bumping his pelvis against Maj’s to add insult to injury! CM: That ridiculous-ass Pelvis to Pelvis hold is on! JH: As ridiculous as it truly is, that hold is so painful! Ahmed better get in there and save him! Indeed, after several pained moments of watching Felix stretch Maj Tahal, Ahmed slips through the ropes and stomps Felix twice in the face, breaking the hold and allowing Maj to roll away, he helps Maj up and then both men kick Felix in the stomach, hooking him up and taking him down with a double team DDT! Felix is down again as Maj scoots Ahmed out of the ring before he gets Maj in trouble, which takes a few precious moments as Ahmed wants to press the attack but finally exits to the outside, allowing Maj to head back so he can take over on Felix, but Ahmed arguing with the referee prevents the ref from seeing Felix Arroyo strike Maj with a low blow! CM: HEY! Damn it! That’s cheating! JH: My word, the Apocalypse is coming, Chip finally saw someone cheating. CM: FINALLY? Shut the hell up, Jonathan! Anytime I see one of your friends up there cheating you blow it off completely! He ushers Steve in quickly and both men set Maj up, lifting him vertical and planting him with Just Eat It before Grant Rice chases Steve out of the ring, regardless Felix takes the advantage and applies Quality Time right in the middle of the ring, Maj struggling mightily and in tremendous pain. The ref is finally turned around in time after he tells Ahmed to quit arguing or else they’re going to be disqualified, but that won’t be necessary as Felix cranks back on the hold so hard that Maj is forced to tap out, as hard as he was fighting to reach the ropes again! JH: And then there were two! Here’s the decision folks! MA: Ahmed and Maj Tahal have been ELIMINATED! The final fall will now be contested under Falls Count ANYWHERE rules! Both Nightmare and Grant Rice come through the ropes now, meeting Hardcore SEX head on and trading right and left hands to the skull with them, they brawl in the center of the ring for a few moments and don’t seem to be gaining any advantage over each other until Grant Rice sends Steve Patterson headfirst into the buckle, Nightmare throwing Felix over the top rope to the floor as Grant and Steve soon meet them there. JH: This is the Revolution’s playground, folks. Out of control, riotous fighting is their forte! CM: Hardcore SEX are pretty good at it too, I mean, Hardcore’s in their team name! Nightmare sends Felix Arroyo into the apron headfirst and then reaches under the ring, grabbing a trash can as Grant brings Steve up towards the entranceway, lifting a knee into his gut before whipping him over the railing into the crowd, Grant steps over and is met with a right hand as Nightmare now has the trash can in the middle of the ring, drawing a thumb across his throat as he throws Felix inside the ring, following him in. He picks up the can once he’s back inside, waiting for Felix to get up before DOMING the Hardcore Homo with it, dropping him like a ton of very gay bricks, he then turns the can over on it’s undented side and picks Felix back up, hooking him up in a reversed double underhook.. JH: Could be the Cataclysm, and if he hits this on the trash can, I don’t have to tell you how over this will be! CL: BREAK HIS FUCKING GAY NECK NIGHTMARE! SNAP IT! Nightmare’s not able to hoist him up though as Felix suprises him with another low blow after breaking his grip, he spins Nightmare around and kicks him in the gut, loading him up and plowing him into the trashcan with a piledriver! Felix rolls away from the carnage and to the outside of the ring, hopping over the railing and telling the fans to get the hell out of his way while he forces through to Steve Patterson, who just got backdropped on the concrete floor after attempting a Broken Heart finisher! Felix nails Grant with a forearm as soon as he gets to the Revolutionary, the fans begging Nightmare to come to as Felix takes Grant with a furious look on his face and whips him hard CHEST FIRST into the stone that makes up the main stage! CL: Oh, wow! That’s gotta’ cave some ribs, Grant, fight back! Don’t let these idiots win! JH: Hardcore SEX is taking over on Grant Rice with Nightmare incapacitated! Grant goes down to a knee, hurting badly as now Felix picks up some camera cords and starts choking the KC native with them, as Steve now comes over with a steel chair that he ripped away from a fan, favoring his back after taking the hard fall. Nightmare has now made it to the outside of the ring, bleeding from a laceration on top of his head thanks to the piledriver, and staggers over to the battle, the fans parting like the Red Sea for him, he charges once he sees Steve drive the chair once into Grant Rice’s gut while Felix holds him up with the cords, Nightmare plowing into Steve and Felix with a double clothesline! JH: Here comes the Prince of Pain! A crimson mask forming on his face, he is storming to his partner’s aid! CM: No! Felix, grab his nuts, do something! CL: I’d never see myself saying this ever, but, GO NIGHTMARE! Steve doesn’t go down all the way as Nightmare didn’t hit him as flush as he hit Felix, Nightmare makes up for that though with a throat thrust that backs Steve up staggering, Nightmare calls for some kind of weapon and a fan throws him her purse, Nightmare opens it and finds a mascara pencil in there, he grabs it and throws the purse back to the fan before jabbing Steve with it in the forehead! Steve starts to bleed a little bit now as Nightmare jabs him again, then goes over to Felix and hoists him up. Nightmare: “I think you need another coat of mascara, Felix! LET ME HELP YOU!” JAB goes the pencil right into Felix’s eyebrow, finally Nightmare throws the pencil away and grabs Felix, taking him over nearby to a merchandise table, Grant finally getting to his feet now to pick Steve up who meets him with a pair of headbutts, Steve now taking Grant over to the merchandise table where Felix has just rammed Nightmare’s bloody face into it, knocking the big man down, he struggles to his feet as Felix and Steve set Grant up, preparing again for Just Eat It, when off of the side of the camera a foot comes flying into view, nailing Felix in the back of the head with a superkick! The same foot then hits Steve in the jaw with a kick, someone else superkicking Grant Rice, the camera swinging around to see Ahmed ripping his turban and beard off, revealing a face all too familiar.. CM: PRINCE KASHMIR! MAJ TAHAL IS WITH HIM! JH: What the hell’s going on here! The Arabian Knights— CM: Ride again, my friend! Hahaha~!! Maj and Kashmir now hurry off to the back, their damage done as Nightmare shakes off the cobwebs from going into the merchandise table, looking at the damage around him, he sees an opportunity and grabs Felix, hooking him up in a crossface chickenwing finisher known as The Cure For the Itch, the crowd erupts as Nightmare, bleeding heavily stands over Felix’s hardly moving form, wrenching away at the hold! CL: CHOKE HIM OUT, BREAK HIS SHOULDER! JH: THIS COULD BE IT, I CAN HARDLY HEAR MYSELF OVER THE FANS! “STEVE!” Felix calls out, flailing around, trying to get him aroused so he can save Felix, but Steve is barely moving, Nightmare screaming for Felix to tap as blood streams down the Prince of Pain’s face, finally Felix taps his free hand against Nightmare’s forearm around his neck, signaling the end to this war! JH: THEY DID IT! CM: No! No-no-no-no!!! CL: YES-YES-YES!! THE REVOLUTION WINS! MA: Here are your winners of Ultimate Endurance 2 and the NEWWWWW FIW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THE!...RRRRREVOLUTIONNNNNNNUH! Felix is dropped by Nightmare as Logan Black raises his hand, before running back to get their tag team titles, Grant gets up slowly hearing “Damage Done” reprising over the speakers, he follows Nightmare back to the ring slowly, both men beaten down and exhausted after this match, they head back over the railing and get handed the tag team titles, finally able to celebrate the way they’ve been wanting to since their last tag title opportunity. Nightmare shakes Grant Rice’s hand, a grin on his face that he’ll never be able to shake, then he wipes some of his blood off his face and puts it on his belt, yes, HIS belt, as now he touches the belt to Grant Rice’s before both men head to opposite buckles to show off their new hardware! CL: This is a great day in FIW! Tier would be crying tears of joy seeing this! Oh, praise be to Cthulhu, the Revolution DID IT! JH: Seven months of warfare, seven months of proving themselves have finally paid off! Celebrate, Revolution, you damn well earned it! CM: *has face buried in his hands, crying* |
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| Crimson Shards | Mar 26 2007, 09:19 AM Post #8 |
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[align=center] [/align]CL: At least now I can rest easy and know that we’ll be having a half-way decent match now… CM: How do you mean? CL: Does “Onikage verses Xanthius” not strike you as a good match, numb-nuts? JH: *sighs* Michael Anderson takes centre stage and raises the microphone up to his mouth… MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit and is for the FIW Undisputed International Championship! Your referee for this contest is Mark Jackson… A soft yet haunting tune begins to play over the P.A. system as a man’s voice rings out… [align=center]”Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer”[/align] The lights become a soft blue as the soft yet haunting tune slowly becomes distorted and it takes a few moments for it to clear up. Once it does, it sounds like it has seemingly transited from one melody to another as a new man’s voice sings. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet…[/align] As soon as the last word is uttered the music picks up and the quick paced yet harmonic song “Simple Survival” kicks in. The ReVolTron springs to life with various images of Onikage’s in-ring career as well as various disturbing and distorted images. Jeers shower the arena from the fans packing it as they await the arrival of the man. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet… The shadow within me… Gonna lead the revival… No Simple Survival for me[/align] Within the sea of humanity a small reaction from people on the bottom level occurs, many of them trying to make it to a center point within the sea. Slowly a figure becomes visible in with all of these FIW fans, a figure that is getting a heated welcome. The enigmatic masked man pushes his way through them, making it to the fencing. He leaps over it and slides into the ring, the Savior of Sorrow soaking in all of this hatred. Onikage sits in the corner as he leans his head back against the middle turnbuckle, the FIW Undisputed International Championship around his waist. MA: Introducing first, hailing from Parts Unknown and weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds… he is your reigning and defending FIW Undisputed International Champion… OOOOOONI-KAAAAAAAAAGE!!! CM: Can you still believe that Onikage actually beat Xtreme Kitten for that title he holds? CL: No, I really can’t… [/sarcasm] The opening riffs of ‘Sehnsucht’ pound through the PA system as smoke covers the stage and red spots flash and dance around the arena. [align=center]“Lass mich deine Träne reiten übers Kinn nach Afrika…”[/align] Xanthius steps out onto the stage looking around at the jeering crowd. He focuses on the ring and descends the steps walking without hurry, but not slowly either towards the ring. The flashing red lights stop and the house lights return to normal as Xanthius steps onto the apron and then into the ring. Xanthius’ eyes turn blue as he awaits the start of the match. MA: And his opponent and challenger… weighing in at two-hundred and seventy-six pounds… XANTHIUSSSSSSS!!! Mark Jackson searches both wrestlers for foreign objects, as if their overly extensive move sets weren’t lethal enough on their own, before showing all four corners of the arena the FIW Undisputed International Championship that, respectfully, gets a few rounds of applause from the polite Welsh crowd. He then signals for the bell to start the match… [align=center]DING-DING=DING!![/align] Onikage and Xanthius start off circling around one another, occasionally feinting a grasp for an arm or a leg before eventually tying up in the collar and elbow lock-up… Xanthius, being notably taller and presumable the stronger of the two, manages to muscle Onikage back towards the ropes where Mark Jackson calls for a clean break… and, although he is inherently the bad-ass chip-brained mofo that we all knew and loved in the days of NGIW, he gives the Straight Edge Saviour the clean break asked for by Mark Jackson. A few scattered rounds of applause for the show of sportsmanship long since lost in wrestling these days… Xanthius and Onikage lock-up once again with Onikage immediately twisting into a wristlock straight into the back hammer… Xanthius escapes out of the hold by tripping the Straight Edge Saviour with a Drop Toe Hold before swiftly (or at least as swift as a near three-hundred pound man can be) sliding over into a Front Facelock on the UIC Title Holder. Onikage scrambles up to one knee as Xanthius begins cranking up the pressure on the fundamental hold before eventually managing to wriggle out and clamp on a Side Headlock on his much bigger challenger. JH: We’re see a great mat-wrestling clinic early on in this match-up… CL: Yeah, yeah… just wait until they start busting out the head-drops… Xanthius pushes Onikage towards the ropes before shooting him straight out of the headlock before the Straight Edge Saviour comes back with a running shoulder tackle, sending FIW’s answer to the Bicentenial Man down to the ring canvas. Onikage gets a head of steam off the ropes but only just manages to avoid Xanthius diving at his feet… Xanthius gets up and fires a clothesline that misses the UIC Title Holder but the Powerslam he catches him with does not! CM: BOOM! Powerslam!! It doesn’t stop there… straight away, Xanthius converts a possible pin attempt into a Jujigatame Armbar but, knowing his way around the ring, Onikage rolls backwards and places his foot on the bottom rope to force a break. Xanthius, as all babyfaces do, releases the hold immediately and allows Onikage to get back to a vertical base before resuming the attack… They lock up for a third time, with Xanthius snapping on a simple wristlock that Onikage responds with a heavy forearm smash to the face! CL: ELBOW!!! JH: FOREARM!! Xanthius, in the very Bruce Willis fashion of not taking any shit from anyone, responds in kind with a Forearm Smash across the jaw… or mask in this case… of Onikage! The UIC Title Holder throws another mean-looking Forearm which Xanthius responds in kind to with one of his own! A rough knee strike under the bread basket soon stops this nonsense of an exchange so early in the match before Onikage clamps on the Side Headlock converted straight into a takeover straight onto the ring canvas. Mark Jackson checks the shoulders of the challenger, to ensure a pinfall can or cannot be counted which the Mr Roboto of FIW is sensible enough not to allow… Xanthius shifts his body so his stomach is laid on the canvas before using the brute strength advantage he has over Onikage to force himself up onto his feet… he then lifts Onikage high above the ring canvas as if for a Back Suplex but instead just walks over to the corner turnbuckle and deposits him on the top-rope, wriggling out of the hold that way and backs off. JH: The ability of Xanthius cannot be underestimated… for a man of his size and strength, he is probably one of the most agile men just a shout off being seven foot in height. Onikage adjusts his wrist taping before he gets off the corner turnbuckle and circles around Xanthius once again… he goes to tie-up, but instead shoots in and gets in a rear waistlock on the much bigger opponent. Straight away, Xanthius reverses the hold and looks possibly for a suplex of sorts but the UIC Title Holder manages to bring all his weight down onto the canvas before rolling over and sitting out amateur-wrestling style to snap on a grounded hammerlock on his bigger opponent. Not wanting to be forced to tap out so early in the match, Xanthius rolls out of the hold and shifts his weight so he is stood on his own two feet… though the persistent Onikage keeps the top wristlock on his challenger. Xanthius twists himself back into a wristlock, rolls forwards, backwards, cartwheels and wrings the arm with a martial arts-style takeover that sends Onikage rolling out of the ring! JH: An amazing counter by the challenger! Outside of the ring, Mark Jackson is forced to give Onikage the count… [align=center]One… Two… Three… Four…[/align] Onikage climbs back into the ring to continue wrestling… in a different manner, of course. As soon as he gets back in the ring, Onikage pounces (must be the time he spent with Kitten…) on Xanthius with a spear and begins laying in with rights and lefts before looking for a Kimura lock! Xanthius, on the other hand, shields as best as he can and uses the guard to block the UIC Title Holder as best he can before twisting to the side to throw his opponent off. They both scramble up to their feet where Onikage kicks Xanthius dead centre of his midsection and hooks him up for a… JH: EXXXXXXXXXPLODAHHHHHHH!!!! CL: SUPLEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAHHH!!!! …that practically bounces Xanthius off the ring canvas!! Onikage with a cover! [align=center]ONE!![/align] But Xanthius kicks out after one! Onikage responds by hitting a brutal Knifehand Chop to the back of his bigger opponent who grits his teeth in pain from the welt-causing move… the Straight Edge Saviour then snaps on a Stretch Plum in order to weaken the area he has now decided to target. Mark Jackson asks for a submission from Xanthius but gets “no” as an answer. JH: The Stretch Plum isn’t getting the job done for Onikage but you can be sure that it’s bound to weaken that huge muscular neck of Xanthius for something in the back of his mind for later on. CL: Plum Mariko would be rolling around in her grave if she saw her finisher being abused in such a fashion… for shame, I tell you! Onikage releases the hold and slams a brutal kick to the spinal region of his challenger… evidently feeling that quote, unquote “Strong Style” is coming back in fashion. The Straight Edge Saviour lifts Xanthius back up to a vertical base and applies the dreaded gozzle hold before Chokeslamming him straight onto his knee!! CL: XXX!! Even though Onikage doesn’t drink… CM: Yeah, it’s against that gay Straight Edge lifestyle he has… right? JH: What an oxymoron… CM: WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN OXYMORON?!!?? Anyway… From there the demented mask-wearing Straight Edge Warrior who (hopefully) won’t be giving speeches to college students about how queering doesn’t make the world go around applies a hold the Ultimate Warrior would have never used in his life… a wrestling hold. Just kidding, it’s actually just a modification of the Bow & Arrow Lock across the small of the back that Mark Jackson, doing his job like all good referees could or perhaps should do, and ask for the submission. Obvious he gets “no” as an answer as we’ve only nearly five pages in… JH: Onikage is still unable to get Xanthius to say “I quit” CL: Talk about stating the obvious, Sherlock… Talking about Sherlock… it’s time for the all favourite Superman comeback of all great powerhouses and Hulkamaniacs alike! Xanthius fans all around Cardiff start clapping their hands and cheering for the *cough* babyface */cough* which, in all manner of overdramatic comic book-esque routines of professional wrestling, allows Xanthius to bridge up out of the crippling submission hold and give Onikage that one HUGE Lariat that stands him head-over-heels!!! [align=center]“THE FANS MARK OUT NOW!!!~”[/align] …would be what Extreme Ninja’s sign if he were doing commentary for the deaf wrestling fans watching (or reading) this match as it unfolds. Xanthius drags Onikage back to his feet and gives him a HARD Irish Whip into the corner turnbuckle that sends him over right onto the apron, Ric Flair-style, before the Straight Edge Saviour scrambles along the apron to counteract the chain of offence… but gets hit with a Big Boot to the face by his challenger!! JH: And it spills to the outside!!! Xanthius climbs out of the ring and begins beating Onikage like a red-haired stepchild (perhaps with an outdated Pentium in their brain? Who knows…) with heavy raining forearms and closed fists to the Undisputed International Championship Title Holder. The Bicentenial Man of FIW picks the Straight Edge Saviour up to his feet and Irish whips him towards the steel ring post… CL: REVERSE!!! …and he does sending the skull of Xanthius crashing into the thick metal post with a resounding “THONK” for lack of a better expression. Xanthius collapses like a brick wall as Onikage comes to his senses and drags his challenger back into the ring… Onikage signals for the end before locking in his signature submission hold… FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS!!! Mark Jackson asks Xanthius for a submission… but gets no answer, even after tapping on his hand a few times. JH: Good God! Xanthius must be knocked out cold from that! Mark Jackson lifts Xanthius’s arm once… it drops… He does it twice… it drops once again… He then goes to drop it for the third and final time… And it drops again, forcing Mark Jackson to signal for the bell on a technical knock out! [align=center]Ding-Ding-Ding!![/align] MA: Your winner of the match as of the result of a technical knock out… and STILL FIW Undisputed International Champion… ONIKAGE!!! |
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| Crimson Shards | Mar 26 2007, 09:21 AM Post #9 |
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[align=center] [/align]JH: We’ve seen some amazing action, and some shocking title changes tonight ladies and gentlemen, but all that remains is the main event. CL: Fuck yeah, Toan’s reign of terror will finally end! CM: Normally I’ve love for either Toan or Prime to win, but if Prime wins Toan retires and I don’t want that, so hopefully Toan can survive! JH: This is the bed Toan made with his actions at Nensai Senjou and trying to power play management as champion, now he must lay in it. CL: If you by lay you mean get his fucking skull cracked and retire, I fucking agree. CM: What? Who do you two want to win? JH: I wouldn’t mind Matt Impact taking the victory, he has become quite the respectable young man. CL: Meh, Kitten’s my bet on who is going all the way. CM: Kitten’s been getting soft lately and Matt has reverted into a wussy, honor this, pride that, bah! MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is the scheduled main event of Anarchy in the U.K. Two Thousand and Seven! This contest is scheduled for elimination rules and has been granted a one hour time limit. Your official for this match is Tony Clarke and it is for…the…F! I! W! Dual Crown Championship! 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] 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. CL: Example number one of steroid abuse. CM: Ha, small balls. JH: This man has gone through many transformations over his career and is now on the verge of reclaiming his place at the top of the mountain. CL: If he doesn’t have a heart attack during the match. CM: I can’t believe he’s become such a big baby. JH: Both of you are shameful in your lack of respect for this man, he’s finally earned it too. The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… [align=center]YEAAAA![/align] Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung... [align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align] Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. CM: Alright! Here’s the guy that made Kitten look like nothing last week! JH: After a cheap shot from Toan that is. CL: And here’s example number two of steroid abuse. CM: What?! Prime is not a roid head! He got that body all naturally! JH: …Even I find that hard to believe. CL: Yeah, just look at that fucking acne on his back, really natural. A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel being hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten kicks the chain link fence on the stage in time with the beat of the hammer; he stays on the stage kicking until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. [align=center]I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict[/align] The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walks to the front of the stage and stops at the stairs as Lucy pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. [align=center]As of now I am a tool Of severe impact[/align] Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again kicks the fencing with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring; they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs. [align=center]I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction[/align] Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. JH: His attitude may not be the best, but this young man has earned even my respect for what he’s done in his short career. CL: He’s already become one of the most dominant roster members of all time and dropped that excess baggage known as the sheep fucker too. CM: It seems like ever since he lost his championship to that freak every thing has gone wrong. He made some fans by ending Ragin’s career, he made Kailey go psycho, and he’s been gunning for Toan! JH: A important factor to consider with this match is Kitten’s streak at Anarchy in the U.K. He is undefeated at this FIW event; can he continue that streak tonight? CL: I fucking hope so. CM: I hope not! I want Toan to stay for a long, long time! 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. CL: I have never wanted some one to fucking die so badly as I want Toan to…well…maybe Loon… CM: Our savior from pussies who have forgotten the cause and felines who are turning to the dark side! JH: I may not like the man, but I’ll tip my hat to him if he manages to survive this match with the titles still around his waist. CL: If that happens I might just need to pull a Kurt Cobain. CM: That just makes me want to see Toan win even more. JH: I have to admit, I wouldn’t mind seeing that. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first to my upper left…He hails from Staten Island, New York, USA and weighs in tonight at two hundred and eighty six pounds and stands at six feet and five inches…He is the Real…HE! IS! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT IMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACT~!!! Confidently he smirks due to the cheers and folds his massive arms over his chest. MA: And introducing to my upper right…He hails from San Diego, California, USA and weighs in tonight at three hundred and ten pounds and stands at six feet and six inches…He is the Evolution of Evil…HE! IS! PRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!! His lips curl into a snarl as he looks out at the fans jeering at him, his large muscles tensing up. MA: And introducing to my lower right…He hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds and stands at six feet and three inches…He is the man that is undefeated at this event…HE! IS! XXXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNN~!!! A mild chant of “Kit-ten” breaks out amongst the fans much to the surprise of XK and Lucy. MA: And introducing finally to my lower right…He hails from the Kingdom of Pain and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty five pounds and stands in at six feet…He is the Hardcore Jesus…And he is your reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…HE! IS! TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN~!!! The Walsh fans shower the former leader of Red Cell with a mixed reaction as he raises his championship belts into the air. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Tony gets Xtreme Kitten and Matt Impact to exit the ring, leaving Prime and the champion inside of it. They leave their respected corners and start circle around each other in the ring, cracking their necks and wrists while they do so. FIW’s heaviest wrestler is the first one to make a move, barreling towards Toan with a lariat attempt. Showing his skills Toan ducks it and goes around Prime, with the referee out of position Toan kicks Prime right between the legs with a low blow before he rolls him up with a school boy! CM: Ouch! Poor Prime! JH: This early on and already Toan is showing his true colors! [align=center]1![/align] CL: The referee didn’t even see the low blow…or that! Hey ref, the ass hole’s got his feet on the ropes! CM: If the referee doesn’t see it, it’s not there! [align=center]2![/align] JH: Don’t tell me Toan is going to steal an elimination this early on! CL: Looks like he is the mother fucker! [align=center]3~!!![/align] MA: By pin fall Prime has been ELIMINATED~!!! CM: Ah well, guess that settles that internal debate for me! JH: Why that no good thief! As he is being shuffled out of the ring Prime tries to tell Tony what happened but the referee isn’t having any of it, believing it to be lies. Kitten is storming around the apron livid that Prime’s already gone and looks to enter the ring, but before he can Matt does. He curses under his breath while Toan and Impact circle around each other, Toan baiting Matt to come at him, perhaps hoping the same thing could work twice. But unlike the other challenger, Matt’s not letting his aggression get the better of him. JH: These two former allies are going to go at it, right here, right now! CL: Kitten doesn’t look too happy about it either. CM: I don’t blame him, when Toan’s done with Matt, Kitten’s next. JH: I think it is more due to the fact that he hoped to defeat Toan before either Prime or Impact were gone from the match. CL: Which is insane fucking logic. CM: I agree Conse, those two pale when in comparison with your’s and my Jesus of FIW. The two meet at the center of the ring and lock up in a collar and elbow manner, trying to gain dominance over the other in it. Surprisingly Toan manages to hold his own in the lock up against the taller and bigger wrestler, mainly due to footing. The champ’s hand inches out of the hold and towards Matt’s head, realizing that this is getting him nowhere. Kitten yells out a warning to Impact, which only serves to draw his attention away from the matter at hand and leave him wide open. CL: Ref get on that shit, that’s illegal! CM: All’s fair in love and war. JH: But not in wrestling. CL: This is fucking ridiculous, Toan is using every cheap trick in the book! CM: That’s what you got to do some times to remain on top! JH: This kind of action is disgusting! Sure enough, Clarke gets on Toan’s case to let go of the Real Matt Impact’s hair, he waits patiently to do so until the count of four. As soon as he let’s go of the hair he cheap shots Matt in the kidneys with a right hand, knocking the wind out of him. He fires off a European uppercut that sends the bigger man staggering into the ropes. Like an predator stalking it’s prey he stays on him, kneeing him a bit low and whipping him out of the ropes. CM: Yeah, teach those who lose sight of the cause what happens to them! JH: If Toan is truly as confident in his abilities as he claims he is, why all these dirty tactics? CL: Because he’s in reality not at all confident in his abilities and is in fact very insecure about them, oh and he’s the fucking heel. CM: …Why did you call Toan a part of a shoe? JH: He always is talking nonsense like that Chip, just ignore him. CL: I loath the fact that you two keep kayfabe so strictly… When Matt bounces off the opposite side’s ropes and comes running back the Hardcore Jesus bends forward, looking for a backdrop. Instead Impact puts on the brakes at the last possible second and drives a double axe handle into the champ’s back. A howl rings out from Toan as he drops to a knee and Matt unloads a few open hand slaps to him. Defiantly he stops the Crimson King from falling down and puts him in the standing head scissors position. JH: Matt Impact is working up a come back! CL: Ugh. CM: Come on Toan! Do some thing! JH: Could we see the final two be Xtreme Kitten and Matt Impact?! CL: Eh, that wouldn’t be too bad aside from the fact that I want to see Kitten bloody Toan’s face! CM: Both of those scenarios are not only impossible but horrible to think about! Impressively Matt scoops up Toan’s lower half and spikes him cranium first into the mat with the package piledriver! The champion bounces off of the canvas from the force of the maneuver and rolls towards the ropes. Instinctively he tags out to his other challenger, which sends Kitten into a wide eyed look of surprise. He tries to quickly tag Toan back in but Tony commands he enters the ring, he curses under his breath and does as he’s told. CL: Why is Kitten so fucking upset? CM: Maybe it’s because Toan touched him, he could’ve spread his hack germs. JH: I think Kitten’s worried that he might end up beating Impact. CL: Oh right, the whole not wanting to be the Dual Crown Champion shit. CM: Which is good news for Toan. JH: If Kitten has it his way, Matt will be our new Dual Crown. Once both feet are on the mat Kitten falls back onto the mat, much to the confusion of Matt Impact and Tony Clarke. He points at himself and tells Matt to cover him; Matt looks around as if this is some kind of joke. Toan pulls his body back up onto the apron and into a kneeling position with a “Wtf?” expression on his face over this. Impatience starts to show in Xtreme Kitten as he yells at Matt to cover him. CM: Uh…what the hell is he doing? JH: I think he might be trying to lure Matt into a false sense of security. CL: Or, he is actually trying to let Matt eliminate him. CM: Lame. JH: This would be a shame if he is out of the match in this manner! CL: Yeah, especially after his promise I wanted to see him make good on! Matt looks around a bit and then shrugs, walking over towards Kitten and getting ready to kneel down as Tony follows him over. It is just when Impact kneels down that suddenly Lucy screams at the top of her lungs at her man. Telling him that if he doesn’t fight right now that she’s not letting him have any for a year and she’s making him watch a marathon of Nightmare promos. His eyes flare up and abruptly Kitten drives his knee into the side of Matt’s skull to a cheer from the fans! JH: …I guess that’s one way to motivate Kitten… CL: Hey, there’s nothing wrong with Nightmare’s prom…okay, I can’t say that with a fucking straight face. CM: Too bad he couldn’t have hit that traitor on the temple and killed him! JH: I was worried for a moment this match not deliver what it promised after the cheap elimination of Prime and then this, but now the great FIW action is back on! CL: Eh, as long as Toan doesn’t fucking walk out alive or champion I’m sure the fans will go home happy. CM: But I won’t! Falling back on his butt, Impact tries to scramble up to his feet while Kitten gets up to his feet as well. Matt turns around right into a knee strike to the side of the rib cage from the feline fighter, and returns the favor with an open hand slap to the masked face! Not backing down, XK fires off a few knee strikes in succession of one another. The fans go wild when Matt stands his ground and doesn’t fall, unloading a few open hand slaps right in succession to the masked face of his foe! CL: Fuck yes! Talk about some stiff blows! CM: Ew, why are you checking out that area on them Conse?! JH: I don’t think he meant it in that way Chip. CL: No, I fucking didn’t you mark. CM: He’s not Mark, he’s Jonathon or Hitchen…or Bitchen. JH: Oi… They keep trading shots with one another, knee strikes and open hand slaps are flying all over the place. The fans are eating it up entirely and loving every single second of it too. A well placed knee strike finally brings Matt down to his knees and Kitten locks in a sloppy front chancery. With his foe stuck he starts driving his knee strikes into the throat and chest of the larger man, steadily increasing his pace of delivery. CM: Wow guys, look! Kitten’s actually using a submission hold! JH: Though it has to be one of the ugliest and unprofessional looking front chanceries I’ve ever seen, no wonder he doesn’t normally use submissions. CL: Even garbage wrestlers like Toan and LOBO weep in sadness over seeing that wretched thing. CM: Least he’s making it cool by using those knee strikes! JH: Kitten’s knees have put away more than a few people during his career in FIW. CL: Hopefully Toan tastes them by the night’s end. Ruthless aggression starts showing through in Xtreme Kitten when he keeps just aiming the point of his knee caps at Matt. Now going at such a fast pace it almost looks like he is running awkwardly or dancing awkwardly in place. Lucy slaps the apron and cheers on her man until a crunch rings out through the arena and a few gasps from the fans. Not wasting any time Tony waves his arms at Michael Anderson and calls for an announcement. JH: That doesn’t sound good whatever it was! CL: I think Kitten might’ve broken some thing! CM: Good, serves Matt right. MA: By referee stoppage Matt Impact has been ELIMINATED~!!! JH: I don’t believe it! We’re down to our final two men in this match folks! CL: Fucking sweet! About time this happened! CM: Two of the three wrestlers that battled to name the first Undisputed International Champion last year at this event now battle for the Dual Crown Championship! Kitten’s eyes go wide and he let’s go of Matt, storming over to Clarke as Impact rolls out of the ring. He tries to argue with the referee, telling him that Matt’s fine, that there is no reason to do this, that he should let him continue. Tony shakes his head and tells him the decision stands to which Xtreme Kitten stomps his feet like a child. So busy is he having a temper tantrum he doesn’t even notice Toan charging at him from behind until it’s too late! CL: Fuck sake, it’s the Jesus Bomber! CM: That’s it! Toan goes for the cover! [align=center]1![/align] JH: Toan could steal the win right here god darn it! CL: He better fucking not! [align=center]2![/align] CM: This is it! Toan’s walking out still our champion! JH: I can’t believe it might end this way! [align=center]THR-NO! KICK OUT![/align] CL: Oh thank fuck, I nearly had a heart attack. CM: Boo! Slow count, I swear it was a slow count! LOBO Malvado agrees with Chip and yells at the referee about counting too slowly, to which gets shut up by Lucy yelling at LOBO to shove it. The two managers start having a shouting contest at ringside as Toan sits up, mildly annoyed. He grabs the feline fighter by his mask and pulls him up with him as he gets to his vertical base. Swiftly he kicks Kitten on the mid-section and locks in a front chancery, looking for the Amen DDT. CM: Alright! The Jesus Bomber might’ve failed him but the Amen DDT won’t! JH: Toan looks to be in a awful hurry to end this match. CL: I think he remembers the wrath of Kitten’s streak on this event all too well from last year and doesn’t want history to repeat itself. CM: And it won’t! JH: Maybe. CL: More than fucking likely or I’ll go down there and put a bullet between Toan’s eyes! With a slap on the back he goes to throw his body back but XK snatches a hold of the champ’s black trunks and stops them. Perhaps for the first time ever Kitten unleashes a northern lights suplex onto Toan that sends him flying over his head! The sloppiness of the suplex almost turns the maneuver into the northern lights bomb and almost spikes Toan on his head! As soon as both touch the mat they push off of it, getting up to their feet and meeting each other at the pass. JH: Neither man is staying down, who will be the first to strike the other though?! CL: Good god is Kitten a horrible fucking wrestler, if his strikes weren’t so fucking bad ass I’d be driven insane by the fucker. CM: Toan can do strikes and make his wrestling moves look pretty. JH: Course, if you listen to Kitten, Toan’s martial arts skills aren’t that impressive. But I wouldn’t think too lightly of them personally. CL: I would, fucker sucks at that shit, nearly as bad as Kitten does at being a wrestler. CM: Hey! That’s just uncalled for! In the blink of an eye Kitten spins around and connects with the Uraken to the champ, sending him staggering back! Quickly he sets up the Hardcore Jesus and to a cheer hits the Hello Kitty Roundhouse as an encore act! Roughly he grabs a hold of his foe’s wrist and whips him towards the near by turnbuckle, but Toan reverses it! Just as it looks like he is about to get the momentum back in his favor XK kicks off of the bottom buckle, hitting the Pele’ Kick! CL: Fucking hell! Kitten just hit three of his signatures right in succession! CM: Crap! He’s going for the cover! [align=center]1![/align] JH: That could be the flurry of offense he needs to put away the Dual Crown Champion! CL: Count faster Tier fucking damn it! [align=center]2![/align] CM: Kick out, kick out, kick out! JH: We could have a new champion, new champion! [align=center]THR-NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES![/align] CL: Fuck sake! CM: That’s why Toan’s a ring general, his presence of mind of where he is at all times! Disbelief is on Xtreme Kitten’s face behind the mask when he sits up from the cover and asks Tony, getting two fingers. Locks of Toan’s hair fill his challenger’s hand as he pulls both of them back up to a vertical base. Once back up the champion swats XK’s arms away and unloads a vicious Gunshot Chop onto his feline foe! With Kitten gasping and groaning Toan toe kicks him and nails the Amen DDT to a cheer as he floats over into a cover! CM: Amen DDT! And amen to him finally hitting it! JH: Now it is the counter opposite of what we saw a moment ago, Toan is going for the cover after a brief combination of signature maneuvers! [align=center]1![/align] CL: Kitten, if you don’t fucking get out of this pin I will personally infest your home with as many dogs as I can find. CM: It’s all over Kitten, stay down while you can. [align=center]2![/align] JH: As I said before, I’ll tip my hat off to Toan if he walks out of this event with those titles still. CL: Do you even fucking own a hat, Hitchen? [align=center]THRE-NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES![/align] CM: Hey! That’s Toan’s trick! JH: Looks like Kitten is just as aware of his surroundings as Toan! Such a failed attempt does not sit well with the Dual Crown Champion who pushes his body back up and in mid-getting up grabs XK’s mask. He yanks Xtreme Kitten up into a sitting position and runs a thumb across his own throat, signaling the end. Viciously and swiftly he drives the point of his thumb towards the throat of his foe, looking for the Spider in the Brain! Then some thing amazing happens, Kitten ducks out of the way of the thumb and he scurries out from the champ’s grasp! JH: He avoided Toan’s finishing submission, the Spider in the Brain! Very few have ever been able to state such a feat! CL: Fucking aye, I was worried for a moment, but this wacky bastard is pulling through! CM: Kitten! Go back over there and ram through throat into his thumb, bad Kitten, no one avoids that submission! JH: These two men are looking to put each other away at a moment’s notice, the kid gloves are off! CL: I don’t think these two fuckers ever have them on when they meet up. CM: I know Toan doesn’t! Using the ropes the challenger gets back up to his feet and Toan stalks right after him with a furious look in his eyes. Though, when he gets near the masked man he gets an elbow to the mid-section for his troubles. As he is bent over XK looks down at him like some thing went off in his head, he looks over at Lucy and she nods her head, and he looks back at Toan. Roughly he grabs a hold of the veteran and flexes his arms while…he locks in a side headlock onto the champion! CL: …What the fuck? CM: My thoughts exactly, I mean, …a side headlock? JH: No, this is the other infamous maneuver Kitten was taught in the Gatito style besides the Cat Kick, it’s the La Furia! CL: You’re fucking kidding me, right? CM: Well, at least it looks prettier than the front chancery he did earlier. JH: Don’t let it’s mild appearance fool you, this is no ordinary side headlock, it’s won Kitten’s teacher numerous championships back in his day. A few Gatito fans are in attendance obviously since they cheer when XK wrenches back on the hold and Toan’s arms and legs flail about. Even Clarke is a little taken a back by the hold’s sheer power, so much so Toan screams out in agony. Being near the ropes, LOBO roots on his man to reach them, though his positioning makes it impossible. Tony stands beside the two and checks on the champ, seeing if he wants to give up or not. CM: Yeah, well that history lesson is all well and good but Toan hardly ever submits! JH: By the looks of it, even Toan is giving in to the power of La Furia! CL: This is the most ridiculous shit I’ve ever fucking seen, and that’s saying a lot as I had to call TOKYO Playgirls’ matches before. CM: Who? JH: Google them. CL: For the sake of what sanity you have Chip, don’t. XK tightens the hold even further and smiles pleasantly when he hears Toan’s screams of pain, music to his ears. That is until the champion wraps his arms around his mid-section and throws him back, spiking him on his head with a backdrop suplex driver! Frantically the dazed Dual Crown holder gets up to his feet and rushes over to the turnbuckle via Malvado’s command. Like a cat, no pun intended, he scales up the turnbuckle and launches his body off of it, hitting the Final Solution and going for the cover! JH: The Final Solution! This puts them all down! CL: Don’t fucking jinx this shit Hitchen! [align=center]1![/align] CM: Yeah! We don’t need Kitten kicking out! JH: I would actually prefer that. [align=center]TW-NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES![/align] CL: I actually meant jinx it and it actually work, and fucking yes! Kitten’s still in this! CM: What does Toan need to do to put this freak away already?! More than likely the very question the ichiban is asking himself when he sits up from the pin fall, yanking on his own locks in frustration. What looks to be him saying fuck it he utters before he gets to his feet and grabs XK’s legs. Quickly he interlocks them and synchs in the Texas cloverleaf leg lock to a mixed reaction of jeers and cheers! Tony pats Toan on the shoulder and tells him to let go, too close to the ropes, but the champ keeps it locked in! CL: What the fuck is this shit?! CM: Toan’s making sure he defeats Kitten either by hook or crook! JH: This is deplorable behavior for a man that represents our company, even Tier wouldn’t have stooped this low! CL: Damn fucking right he wouldn’t have! CM: But Toan killed Tier, so shut up. JH: Still, this is utterly sickening! When the word five is just about to roll off of the senior official’s tongue the Hardcore Jesus releases the hold, whipping back his hair and holding his hands up innocently. Carefully he walks out from his challenger and creates some space, letting him to get out from the ropes. Just when Kitten starts to stir and get out of the ropes Toan marches over and stomps him right on the head, getting Tony Clarke’s full attention. Clarke shoves the champion and gets him to back off as XK tries to pull himself together, LOBO threatening the referee along with Toan. CM: Hey, you don’t put your hands on the champ, ref. JH: I think it’s the other way around Chip. CL: Toan is just looking for any small opening to inflict more pain on Xtreme Kitten in hopes it’ll help him beat him. CM: You do what you gotta do to win, that’s what separates the greats from the good ones. JH: Or, what separates the dishonorable ones from the honorable ones! CL: That sounds like you ripped it from the fucking Karate Kid, Hitchen. FIW’s senior referee and Dual Crown Champion get into an argument all the while Xtreme Kitten uses the ropes to get to his feet. Clarke proves to be a good distraction as Toan never even sees the Kao Loi knee strike coming! It rocks the champ and it sends him staggering until a toe kick from the challenger. Kitten scoops him up and drives him down with the Kitten’s Meow piledriver and goes for the cover, hooking both legs! JH: Kitten’s Meow right after the Kao Loi! CL: Let this fucking be it! [align=center]1![/align] CM: No! This can be it! JH: Could we see the end of the Toan era and the beginning…of the Kitten era?! [align=center]2![/align] CL: Fucking count the fucking three already ref! CM: No don’t! Don’t count that three! [align=center]TH-NO! KICK OUT![/align] JH: Ah! Just barely Toan kicked out! CL: How the fuck did he do that?! FIW’s Feline Fighter gets up to his feet and delivers the Garvin Stomp to the side of the Messiah of Hardcore’s cranium. He wraps his fingers around the champ’s neck and brings him up to a vertical base, before lifting him up into the torture rack. LOBO looks on in horror as Lucy screams in delight when Xtreme Kitten hits the Cat’s Meow! Before it can fall beside it’s brethren XK snatches Toan’s leg and stays in the sitting pin fall position! CL: FULLY FUCKING SICK! The Cat’s Meow! CM: Crap! [align=center]1![/align] JH: The Kao Loi, the Kitten’s Meow and now the Cat’s Meow, this is it! CL: No fucking doubt! [align=center]2![/align] CM: It can’t be! It just can’t be! JH: We are walking out of Anarchy in the U.K. with a new champion! [align=center]THRE-LOBO PULLS TONY OUT OF THE RING![/align] CL: What the fuck is that little dirty hobbit think he’s doing?! CM: Ah ha, ha, ha! Brilliant LOBO! Malvado politely points out to Tony that his shoe lace is untied, and Tony politely points out back that his shoes don’t have laces, they’re slip ons. Lucy tackles down Toan’s manager and sends him head first into the apron, the two managerial masterminds start rolling around at ringside. Clarke shrugs it off and slides back into the ring where Kitten and Toan are starting to get back up to their feet, Toan looking like he’s on spaghetti legs. Much to the fans delight XK runs towards the ropes and bounces off of them, running back at the champion and looking for the Cat Kick. CM: Missed! Ha, ha! JH: Toan just barely avoided the Cat Kick! CL: Hey, that dirty hobbit is actually doing some thing right for fucking once, he’s trying to strip Lucy. CM: Uh oh, Kitten better not catch him doing that! JH: Yeah, we all know how protective he is of her. CL: Who fucking cares if we see some tits?! Toan narrowly ducks the kick and knees his challenger in the mid-section, resulting in him doubling over in pain. Roughly he wraps his arm around XK’s neck and throws Kitten’s arm over the back of his own neck. Swiftly he raises the bigger man up into the air and holds him up there for a moment, like he is going for a suplex. Like that he drops him down skull first with the Razorblade Kiss and makes the cover! JH: Darn it, that might be it ladies and gentlemen! CL: Fuck no! [align=center]1![/align] CM: Oh but it is, buwhahahaha. JH: I can’t see how Kitten could kick out, but he has nothing to be ashamed of, he put up a heck of a fight. [align=center]2![/align] CL: Argh! This fucking can’t be it! It just fucking isn’t right! CM: You don’t always get your way Conse! [align=center]THRE-LUCY PULLS TONY OUT OF THE RING![/align] JH: Lucy just did what LOBO did a moment ago! CL: Ha, you were saying mother fucker? Livid would be a good word to describe Toan he is robbed of his successful defense and gets up to his feet, he immediately starts fiddling with his one boot. Despite some of the fans supporting him, Xtreme Kitten is out on the mat and is barely twitching. The champion rises up his hand over his head and reveals what he was doing, it is a steel fork. Angrily he stomps over to his challenger and snatches a hold of his mask, getting him up into a sitting position. CL: Aww, baby not get his fucking way and now baby going to fucking cry. CM: We’re gonna see a repeat of last year! JH: Toan looks like he is possessed by a demon! CL: Meh, so much for his pure wrestling bullshit. CM: He is going to any lengths to ensure those belts don’t fall into the hands of Xtreme Kitten! JH: More like he is going to any lengths possible to ensure he keeps his power in this company! Quickly he starts jabbing Kitten in the forehead section of his mask, at first not making much of an impact aside from a bit of pain from the poking. Though slowly the fabric gives way and his weapon finds the flesh underneath the clothe, piercing it. Toan pauses only a moment to grab the sides of the rip and tear it even further open than before! The camera actually picks up a bit of XK’s forehead and hair as the Hardcore Jesus jams the fork into his skin! CM: Holy crap! He is unmasking Xtreme Kitten! JH: We thought this might’ve been Kitten’s greatest night of his career but this could become the worse! He could not only lose the match but he could lose his mask as well! CL: That mother fucking disrespecting the fucking lucha libre tradition! CM: Bah, we’re not in Mexico. JH: Toan is destroying the very mask Kitten was given by his mentor, this is terrible! CL: And he is fucking loving every minute of it! Blood starts squirting out of XK’s forehead when Toan’s jabbing continues and he starts raking the blades across the flesh. Tony Clarke slides back into the ring just in time to see the small streams of blood run down into the feline’s mask, staining it red. The Dual Crown Champion looks up at the referee as he continues his punishment to XK. He yells at Clarke to disqualify him but the referee is too shocked to register the comment at first. JH: So that’s his game! He wants to get disqualified to retain the championships! CL: No fucking honor whatsoever! CM: That’s a great strategy! JH: I think this underhanded tactic surpasses any thing any other questionable champion has ever done in FIW! CL: I think Graver defending the Fighting Spirit title against a ham sandwich still ranks above this. CM: Bet that sandwich tasted good…mmhmmm…ham… Firmly Tony shakes his head and says he won’t disqualify Toan to the cheers from the fans, and even more anger from Toan. His eyes hold a crazed look in them and he stops stabbing XK’s forehead…and then starts stabbing at XK’s mask’s right eye hole! Kitten kicks and screams as steel breaks through the flesh of his eye lid and eyebrow! Crimson sprays upward like a fountain and splatters over the Hardcore Jesus’ face as he glares at Clarke! CL: Holy fucking shit! He is stabbing Kitten’s mother fucking eye! Kitten’s eye is bleeding! CM: I think I could even hear right when Constance creamed his pants. JH: Good lord! This just is…is…inhuman! CL: And that son of a bitch Kitten isn’t giving up! CM: I don’t think he could even if he wanted to! JH: This is a battle no longer about championships or honor or pride, this is a battle of survival! Relentlessly the FIW Dual Crown Champion tries to stab out Xtreme Kitten’s right eye, attempting Clarke to call referee stoppage on the match. Toan is too busy staring at the referee he doesn’t even notice when Kitten grabs his hand, stopping him! Only does he look down when he realizes he doesn’t feel him stabbing any thing again. But by then it’s too late, Kitten uses this chance to roll away from the champ and right out of the ring! CM: Is Kitten…leaving? JH: I…don’t believe, I just don’t believe it. CL: What the fuck man, I thought you had more balls than that! CM: Guess he is just a freak and a pussy after all… JH: If some one had told me Toan would retain his titles by count out tonight, I wouldn’t have believed them. CL: Buddha fucking damn it… Cardiff’s fans try to talk sense into Xtreme Kitten, Lucy tries to too, but he ignores all of them and heads up the walk way. A smug smirk finds it’s way onto Toan’s face and Tony Clarke looks nearly heart broken as he starts the count. It is on his way up to the steps Kitten notices some thing on the ReVolTrons, him, his mask, and his face. Blankly he stares up at himself for what seems like minutes and gradually his expression turns to a snarl, and his hands ball into fists. JH: He’s coming back! He’s coming back! CL: That crazy bastard is fucking heading back to the ring! CM: Guess the first time around he didn’t learn his lesson, that’s okay, Toan’ll take his other eye from him too. JH: The courage and heart Xtreme Kitten is showing is…is…I can’t believe I’m saying this, but, well, inspiring! CL: With one fucking good eye he’s planning on taking down Toan, I fucking love it! CM: That’s okay, Toan’ll put him in his place now. Xtreme Kitten slides into the ring, blood pouring and dripping off of him as he marches over to Toan and Toan meets him head on. Before the champ can get another shot in though Kitten sprays a mixture of spit and blood into his face like it was mist! Now with him blinded for the moment, XK hammers the Dual Crown holder with elbow strikes! They rain down upon the smaller man and the fans eat up every single second of it, behind the masked freak! CL: Un-fucking-believable! Xtreme Kitten is now on the fucking offense! CM: That…that…that no good freak! How dare he strike Toan like that! JH: Kitten is running on pure adrenaline, hopefully it lasts him until the end of this match! CL: You better fucking bet your ass it will! CM: Come…come on Toan, put an end to this already, stop letting him get his hopes up of beating you. Similar to Toan moments ago, Kitten is relentless with his assault upon the man that is called the Dual Crown Champion. Bruises and welts are already starting to form on the Hardcore Jesus’ facial features with each passing second. Abruptly the end comes though when LOBO clips out the knee right from under Xtreme Kitten! The fore mentioned adrenaline XK is feeding off of him makes him shrug it off and grab Malvado by his long locks! CM: Gah! Not LOBO! Leave him alone you freak of a bully! JH: The hobbit is going to get his finally! CL: Fucking damn right he is! CM: No! Leave him alone, he’s just a harmless manager! JH: Harmless?! Hardly! CL: That mother fucking midget is going to get his! Menacingly XK raises his arm over his head while LOBO pleads with him to spray him, even holding his hands in the traditional praying manner. A voice catches Xtreme Kitten’s attention and pulls it away from Malvado, following it. His eyes fall upon Toan on the outside with a demented smirk on his face as he glares darkly at his challenger. Kitten’s eyes slowly widen in shock when he sees Toan holding Lucy, his fork to her neck. JH: That god damn bastard! No morals what so ever! CL: Real fucking big man Toan, threatening a fucking woman. CM: Hey, fair’s fair, Kitten is threatening Toan’s manager, so Toan is threatening Kitten’s. JH: That’s not fair at all and you know it! CL: I can barely stand to look at that fucking scum bag I have to call our Dual Crown Champion. CM: Well learn to love it Conse, because he’s staying that way for a long, long time to come! Confidence starts to return to Toan’s mannerisms as he commands XK to let go of LOBO, which the challenger does. As soon as he does Malvado scrambles away on all fours and exits the ring, making his way over to his client’s side. FIW’s Dual Crown Champion then orders Xtreme Kitten to lie down and let him pin him. Kitten’s lip twitches and curls slightly into a light snarl, but Toan presses the fork’s blades against Lucy’s neck even more so. CL: That cheap piece of shit, that’s how he’s going to win?! CM: It is a masterpiece of a plan, that freak needs to learn where he belongs on the food chain, below Toan. JH: This man truly has no sense of decency! CL: I’m half tempted to go fucking do some thing about this shit. CM: Oh yes, be my guest, go get punked out by Toan. JH: Constance, I know this is an emotional situation but please stay where you are. A bitter sigh escapes Xtreme Kitten’s mouth and he stares at Lucy, who is pleading with her eyes for him not to do it, but he knows he has to. Malvado and Toan laugh triumphantly while Kitten starts to get down, readying himself to be pinned. Suddenly a chant breaks out amongst the fans, at first it is soft, but steadily grows until the entire arena is chanting along. “Kit-ten” they all yell at the top of their lungs as Toan looks around in utter confusion, his fans having turned against him! CM: What ingrates you all are! Toan’s brought our great promotion to your country and shown the U.K. wrestlers are the best, and this is how you repay him?! JH: I think it is a fair trade given Toan’s attitude and personality. CL: That’s right, fucking chant on people! CM: Evil Walsh! JH: I can’t believe this great match has to end this way! CL: It is fucking disgusting. The feline fighter looks around in slight surprise at all the fans chanting him on, though continues to bend down. He is about to drop to a knee much to Toan’s amusement…when he turns around and sprints right at the ropes! Before either man can react he leaps over the middle rope and clips Toan with a suicide dive! Now free, Lucy slugs LOBO right in the kisser and sends the mastermind down onto the ground to a eruption of cheers! JH: DAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRRROOOOOUUUUUUUSSSS~!!! CL: Holy fucking shit! That fucker just took to the air! I’ve never seen that before! CM: I only saw it once way back at the beginning of his career when he did a moonsault. JH: Kitten just took Toan and him both down to the ringside floor! CL: The man is in-fucking-sane! CM: Poor LOBO, he got punched right on his big nose! Rolling around on the floor, Malvado cries out in agony as Lucy helps XK back up to his feet to another outburst of “Kit-ten” chants. Kitten grabs the champ by his blonde locks and rushes over to the apron, throwing him back into the ring. For a brief moment he pauses and looks back at Lucy, asking her if she’s alright. The manager and lover of Xtreme Kitten gives him a nod and then gives him the thumbs up before he enters the ring again. CL: We are on the home fucking stretch of this match! CM: Toan can still rebound and get the win damn it! JH: That he can, but Xtreme Kitten is renewed! CL: I want him to fucking kick Toan’s fucking head in! CM: More like the freak’s skull will be crushed by the Razorblade Kiss! JH: Any thing could happen now, it’s any one’s ball game! Both men use the ropes to get up to their feet and stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring, like they are mentally speaking to one another. Toan springs off of his set just as XK tosses off of his elbow pad and throws it to Lucy and springs off of his set. They bolt towards one another like two gladiators looking for one final swing. Each of them collides at the same exact time with a Jesus Bomber and a running back elbow, taking them both down! CM: The Jesus Bomber and the Lucy Special! JH: Tony Clarke is starting his knock out count, the first man to his feet could win this match! [align=center]1! 2! 3! 4![/align] Neither man shows any sign of life as the fans and Lucy root Kitten to get up to his feet. CL: That was fucking nuts! They took each other down at the same exact time! CM: No freak deserves the Dual Crown Championship! [align=center]5! 6! 7! 8![/align] Toan’s and Xtreme Kitten’s bodies start to twitch and show signs of life, the champion rolling his body over onto it’s belly like XK’s is. Dazed like they both look around, not spotting the other and only faintly seem to register the count Tony is doing. Instinctively they both start moving towards the ropes they can see in front of them. Each one of them using their arms to carry their body weight and looking like they are going through army training. JH: Look at the sheer heart of these two men, both of them are pushing their bodies beyond their very limits! CL: Just a bit fucking closer Kitten, just a bit fucking closer! [align=center]9![/align] Their hands at the same exact time reach up and grab a hold of the middle rope, trying to pull their body weight up. Neither getting a whole lot of success with that due to just how drained they are. CM: Ha, this is where Toan’s got the advantage, he has less to pull up! JH: Perhaps, but in theory, that is equaled out by the more brute force Kitten has. Who will be our FIW Dual Crown Champion, who will be the first to get up?! [align=center]10~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] CL: I don’t fucking believe it… CM: Whoa! MA: Ladies and gentlemen…your winner…and NEW FIW Dual Crown Champion…XXXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNN~!!! JH: Kitten has done it! Kitten has done it! The streak lives and he has won the greatest prize in our business! CL: Thank fucking Jesus Christ! An explosion of music and cheers happens instantly after the announcement is made and Tony Clarke walks over to the masked man. The cheers intensify when he raises the spaghetti legged Kitten’s arm up in victory. As he tries to desperately catch his breath Lucy rushes into the ring, holding the FIW World Heavyweight Championship and FIW Global Heavyweight Championship. She rushes over to her man and tackles him down to the ground with a hug, the two sharing an embrace with one another! JH: For nearly an hour Toan and Xtreme Kitten battled and in the end, Kitten has captured the big one finally! CL: And the wicked fucking witch of the Kingdom of Pain is dead! CM: This is the darkest moment in FIW history, even darker than when this freak won the tag belts for the third time! Huffing and puffing after the match is over, Impact makes his way back over to ringside grabbing the microphone from a ring official and re-entering the ring facing the crowd catching his breath before speaking. Impact: Thank you... thank you all! CM: Screw you, you suck! JH: Let the guy speak. The crowd listens up. Impact: I'll keep this whole deal short and sweet, tonight this long lasting chapter of Matt Impact ends where it all truly began. Here in the United Kingdom, whether it was cheering me or booing me, spitting at me, or pointing the middle finger, I made a name in this ring. It was with FIW that I worked my way from the bottom to the top and sadly it appears yet another event goes by that I cannot capture what I've been gunning for, for far too long. The crowd knows what might be happening. Impact: It was never about the money, the fame, or the gold around my waist... it was about being given the ball to run with, and having that control to do my damage at the top of the roster. Sadly there was always something in my way, from injuries to personal problems... to even some GMs holding me back. There have been wrestlers and staff who have bad mouthed me and feuds that have lasted too long and may still last. With this I announce my hiatus from Full Intensity Wrestling. JH: What!? Impact: Another event has gone by, another time to bite the dust, this time I need to get away from the company... I need to get relax do my own thing, and come back re-energized ready to finally take the Dual Crown. I leave this ring with the hope that new comers step up, old timers stay on top and show the new comer the ropes, and that honor... will hopefully come on its own to FIW. I will be back one day, when I don't know, but when I do come back, I will take that Dual Crown Championship once and for all! "Thank you Matt! Thank you Matt! Thank you Matt!" is heard from a bunch of fans. Impact: Like I said I'll keep this short and sweet. Take care FIW, until we meet again... Impact looks around almost beating a tear away from his eyes as he rolls out of the ring slapping hands with all the fans and some staff members as he makes his way up the ramp and to the top where he turns around throwing his fist in the air to one final cheer. JH: This is shocking and sad news! CM: Matt…gone? Don’t go man, I didn’t mean what I said about you! CL: Tonight has been a night that has reshaped Full Intensity Wrestling yet again and won’t be forgotten any time soon. But we’re now all out of time, for Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance, we’ll see you next week on ReVolt…you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!
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