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| Crimson Shards | Apr 19 2007, 03:59 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE The International champion springs from the corner and scoops down to the mat grabbing up his trusty fork he lost possession of earlier in the match. He quickly drives upward with the handle of the fork and jabs it into the throat of his masked opponent. XK gasps and coughs from the blow to the throat and staggers into a nearby corner where Toan begins to dig the fork into his mask as Kitten swats at his opponents hands in an attempt to remain masked. The Deathmatch Bastard digs in more violently and smiles as he begins to pull up on the mask and Mark Jackson pleads with him to stop! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH Prime dashes in and kicks Matt in the gut before setting up for the Authority Bomb with hands around the King's throat ready to lift but he is stopped by Amy Spencer; who is accusing Prime of knocking her over so he could blind Impact. Impact plays along with the claims while he cleans out his eyes. Prime pleads his case quickly but no quickly enough as Impact can see again. Prime gets around Amy only to get a thumb to the eye for the second time, Amy didn't turn around quick enough to see it. Impact knees Prime in the gut twice before walking him to the middle of the ring and striking him with a third knee to the gut. Impact hoists Prime onto his shoulders. Impact throws Prime around and plants him with the Head on Collision! I'm tired of holdin' up the weight, the weight of the motherfuckin' world. All I want is to just get right Kailey stumbles backwards into the ropes, holding to them as she eyes Kennedy. She takes in a deep breath and waits as she notices Kennedy stirring on the canvas. Kailey moves to the turnbuckle, pulling herself to the second rope. Kennedy climbs to her feet, dazed and confused. She moves around the canvas, turning JUST AS KAILEY COMES OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!!! NO!!! Kennedy holds her hands up and breaks the axe handle! She buries her boot into Kailey’s midsection AND PLANTS HER WITH AN IMPLANT DDT!!! HERE RIGHT NOW !!! Prime stands up and stands back in a corner. He is considering his strategy as Hutch shows fight to start getting back up. Hutch turns around into a hard right hand from Prime to knock him back down. Hutch gets right back up and gets hammered one more time. Hutch pulls himself up off the canvas and Prime runs through him with a shoulder block, knocking Hutch through the ropes to the outside. Prime pulls Hutch up, slams a knee deep into his gut before looking out at the rabid crowd. Prime claps his arms around Hutch and flips him over...OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX AND HUTCH IS SENT CRASHING THROUGH THE SLAM! ANNOUNCE TABLE! We struggle and fight just to get in the grave That's overflowing. Clock's ticking on my 15 minutes of fame Come on now He rolls himself to the ropes and uses them to haul his ass up, and turns back to his writhing opponent. Quickly he darts to his corner and snatches up his white board, scrawling something on it before showing it to the crowd. It reads “BUST A MOVE!”, and he proceeds to get down with his bad self as he break dances over to the challenger. Once he’s jiggied his way over to the Loon, he pops up and drops a Senton Leg Drop across his head and covers for the pin! 1 2 3... Nightmare is indeed bleeding profusely, cut open from the staple, Ahriman holds the staple gun high before trying to shoot another staple into Night’s head, he blocks Ahriman’s hand though and after a brief struggle Nightmare picks up Ahriman bearhug style, with a tremendous roar he goes sprinting towards the other entryway railing, driving Ahriman back first into it! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE The Fighting Spirit Champion wiggles about as he tries to get out from under Onikage, ending up on his back, and that’s when the Straight Edge Savior applies pressure to his mounted position, keeping the smaller man just as he is as he starts throwing elbow strikes at him, Graver tries to lift up his arms to block them but they are just too strong. At first they start out relatively slow but with each blow the former Ordinary member picks up steam with his shots, steadily making them quicker and quicker as he hammers away on the reigning champ with quite the ruthless aggression, a look in his eyes showing that Onikage seems to have snapped on Graver. Clarke circles around the two of them as Onikage continues to pound the Reject of FIW into grounded meat, Tony’s expression becoming more and more grim as Graver’s body becomes more and more lifeless than it was the previous second, suddenly a few gasps start ringing out through out the arena. A dark crimson liquid starts covering Onikage’s elbow pad and the ends of his black tape, staining them with blood, though it isn’t the only thing that gets coated, soon blood is disturbingly squirting upward from Graver’s face, splashing against Onikage’s mask and upper body, slowly running down it, even a bit splashes onto Tony Clarke! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH Graver suddenly starts swinging his arms around and hopping to strike different poses with his legs as if mocking the martial arts background of two of his challengers. A grin spreads across his face as suddenly he turns to Kiyoshi, spraying a mouthful of beer in mist like fashion, blinding the second biggest man in the match! I'm flushing the trust of everyone, stabbing in the back and thinkin' they can break me. Set my sight can't die until I'm done Xtreme Kitten tells Johnson to begin to count Kiyoshi out, but Johnson refuses and he points over to Lance who is charging at Xtreme Kitten, but Xtreme Kitten counters Lance’s clothesline attempt with a flapjack. Lance crashes to the canvas, but he is quickly backed up on his feet and he is whipped to the turnbuckle by Xtreme Kitten. Xtreme Kitten charges at Lance for a turnbuckle clothesline, but Lance takes Xtreme Kitten down to the second turnbuckle face first with a drop toe hold. Xtreme Kitten grabs his face as he lies on his back against the turnbuckle. Lance walks over to Xtreme Kitten and grabs him by the arm and Lance wraps his arm around Xtreme Kitten’s neck and he plants him with a DDT. Xtreme Kitten crashes face first into the mat after the botched move! MIND ENDURANCE!!! Ragin’ grabs Remy by the hair and moves into a standing headscissor. He grabs Remy around the waist and hoists the Ultimate Endurance Champion onto his shoulders. Ragin’ pushes the Cajun up by the britches, but Remy rolls forward and slides down Ragin’s back!! He grabs Ragin’ by the leg, pulling Ragin’ off his feet. Remy quickly tangles Ragin’s legs up and weaves his own into them then falls backward to the mat! Ragin’ screams out in pain, reaching back to try and break the hold, but unable to bend his body enough. He claws at the mat, trying to reach the ropes but they’re too far out of his reach! Never wanted any more than what I deserve, better bring it I'm takin' it all. Fuck an inch 'cause I'm bringin' a mile, It's on now Brighty manages to control his movement drops straight south onto Madrox's chest! MADROX MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! BRIGHTY'S BACKSIDE SLAMS INTO THE CANVAS! Madrox is quickly up to his feet and runs to the ropes as Brighty is getting up. Madrox slides through Brighty's legs and then leaps up on top of Brighty as he turns around...HURRICANRANA! To his credit Brighty is quickly up to his feet but is groggy and vulnerable to Madrox taking him into a corner. Madrox tees off on the former Slam! Superstar of the Year with four hard right hands that go unanswered. Madrox looks for an irish whip across the ring but Brighty holds on to reverse! Madrox is shot into the turnbuckle but he controls himself, he leaps up onto the second rope and SPRINGBOARDS OVER HIS SHOULDER INTO A CROSS BODY BLOCK! 1 2 3... Whimpering Graver tries his best puppy dog eyes face and tries his best to weasel his way out from Kiyoshi’s grasp, though it is to no avail as Kiyoshi slowly shakes his head no with a grim expression on his face, he surprisingly whips Graver away from him, only to hold on and pull him right back into the welcoming from a vicious lariat! Amazingly the lariat doesn’t take Graver off of his feet, rather he gasps and groans as he tries to talk though it is as if from the sheer impact of the move his wind pipe has been caved in, slowly he staggers backwards as Nakahata releases the hold on his wrist, watching him calmly. Though he doesn’t stand there all day as like a lion stalking it’s prey he marches forward after the champion, looking like he might be in the mood to end this match, but suddenly a hand rests on his shoulder and whips him around, before Nightmare can even say what it seems like he was trying to say, Kiyoshi connects with a palm strike. The palm strike was so powerful it sends Nightmare flying right over the top rope and hitting the apron with a thud GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE Remy looks shocked down at his victim, expecting a much more beardy, Russiany-type guy under his boot. But he shrugs, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, until he turns around and spies a bear. Ragin’ gets another wicked sneer on his mug before BLASTING REMY IN THE GRILL WITH A HAYMAKER!! Remy’s eyelids flutter, but Ragin’ isn’t done, FORCING his head between his legs, then WRENCHING Remy upward onto his shoulders! Ragin’ tosses Remy’s legs outward, falling into a sit-out position, CRUSHING HIS FACE INTO THE MAT!!! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH Both competitors get back to their feet and Tomoko is the first to move in hooking up Toan and quickly lifts him off his feet with the Tomoko Driver. She drops to a seated position as she completes the finisher and then quickly draws her body over his legs applying as much weight as she can to his shoulders. That is until out of no where she is victim of a devastating Cat Kick to the face and falls backwards on the mat. XK drops his body over Tomoko and hooks a leg. Mark Jackson is already in position from her pin attempt and begins to count! This fire, is growing, it's burning, deep inside of me. Focused, driven, certain, the way it's got to be FIRE, GROWING, BURNING, DEEP INSIDE OF ME!!! FOCUSED, DRIVEN, CERTAIN, THE WAY IT'S GOT TO BE!!! Toan gets up to his feet and turns around looking at Kailey, he kicks her in the midsection and he hoist her up into the air with a one arm falcon arrow, but as he is goes to drop her down she is able to counter the move and she lands on her feet. Toan is pissed and he grabs the stop sign and slams it over her head and he whips her into the ropes and as she rebounds back Toan goes for another hiptoss, but Kailey counters the move twirling into a headscissor takedown, but she twirls a couple more times before planting Toan down with a DDT onto the chair in the middle of the ring. CROOKED (No Trust) LIAR (Conman) DRUNK WITH (Power) MENTOR (Taught me everything that I know) SO WRONG, WRONG WRONG WRONG Ninja stirs very little on the canvas as the figure steps over him, dropping the chair to their side. A pair of pale hands reaches up and takes a hold of the hood, whipping it back to reveal. Most of the fans jeer her actions, taking out one of the most popular champions on the roster, while a small contingent of NGIW faithful burst into a chorus of cheers for their favourite hardcore Hellcat! A sick smirk twists her ruby red lips as she takes the zip to her top and slowly peels it open to reveal a shiny, silver belt strapped around her waist. The cameras try to zoom in as she reaches round to her back and unhooks the belt, all the while her eyes fixed on the Cruiserweight champion, her studded tongue moistening her ruby reds. As Ninja tries to push himself off the mat Ghost drops down beside him and grabs the back of his mask, RAMMING his face back down into the canvas. She pulls his head back up and shoves the belt under him, making sure he gets a good, hard look at it. 1 2 3!!! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED The heavy guitars of Mushroomhead's new jam "Save Us" rock over the fans in attendance as bright white light blasts through the entryway, revealing a silhouette. That black figure moves against the light, trekking toward the ring. The guitars die and the lights turn a moody shade of pale blue. Tier walks through the reaching arms of the fans, face blank and emotionless. SO FUCKING DETERMINED GO!!![/align] |
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| Crimson Shards | Apr 19 2007, 04:02 AM Post #2 |
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Upon the end of the opening intro the camera fades into the dark and damp scenery that is known as the boiler room, though best known as the FIW General Manager’s office. Speaking of the robotic devil, he is sitting behind his desk and tending to some paper work on said desk at the moment. Standing in front of his desk is the ever looming monster known as the Chief of Security, the skull cowboy and Lazaro. The massive man stands like he is in a line in the army, standing straight with his arms at his side and his chest sticking out. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... So… kssshhhhhk... that was Phyllis?…kssshhhhhk... A solemn and small nod comes from the masked cranium of the undead security leader. Lazaro: Yes, it would seem so master. The ruthless and cold General Manager picks up a pen and scribbles some thing onto a piece of paper work he picks up with his other. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Any thing else… kssshhhhhk... of note, Lazaro?…kssshhhhhk... The two nearly basket ball sized fists go behind Lazaro and he rests them against his lower back as he continues to not stare directly at his boss. Lazaro: No sir, every thing appears to be in order and no unexpected guests or unexpected gifts. However… Reluctance rings in the Chief of Security’s voice and finally brings Krähe away from his paper work and look at the beast in front of him. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Yes?… kssshhhhhk... Lazaro clears his throat and looks down at the man that gives him his orders, his mane like hair falling onto his steel mask. Lazaro: Do you think it wise to let those three fools to use that name during their match?… A hissing robotic chuckle comes out from underneath the General Manager’s mask and he shakes his head lightly. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Have no fear… kssshhhhhk... it is merely them…kssshhhhhk... beating a dead horse…kssshhhhhk... Suddenly a greater amount of light fills the boiler room and the silhouette of a man spreads across the room when he enters. The only thing visible is his hand, which is holding a cigarette in between it’s middle and ring fingers. Krähe turns his attention towards the figure and amazingly, almost jumps out of his seat out of shock. His body language gives away that whoever it is, their presence is not one the General Manager ever expected. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... You… kssshhhhhk... On this eerie note the camera leaves this scene and cuts to the ringside area for the first match of the night… JH: Opener of the evening looks to be quite the high flyer. CM: And squash match, Larista’s hot and Ethan’s got no chance. CL: Women’s looks don’t win matches, kicking someone’s ass does. The Titan-Tron lights up to show us pictures of Larista in a tropical setting dressed in nothing but a skimpy and quite revealing bikini. The lyrics for "Evil Angel" blare overhead as the lights dim in a purple and pink glow. [align=center]Hold it together, birds of a feather, Nothing But lies and crooked wings, I have the answer, spreading the cancer. [/align] Larista appears on the entrance ramp wearing another extravagent yet gorgeous outfit. She blows a kiss to the fans as she makes her way down towards the ring. MA: The following match is scheduled for one fall, first hailing from Unknown, weighing in at One Hundred and Thirty Two Pounds and standing at Five Feet Six Inches… LAAAAAAAAAARRISSSSSTTTTAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! [align=center]You are the faith inside me, no, don't, Leave me to die here, Help me survive here alone, don't Remember, remember[/align] Walking around the ring to stop at the bottom portion of the ring, Larista pauses at the apron and turns towards the fans slowly. She grabs the bottom rope and holds herself there extended for a moment. Then she pulls herself into the ring and over the bottom rope in a very limber fashion. [align=center]Put me to sleep evil angel, Open your wings evil angel Ahhhhh![/align] CM: See! What a women. CL: She’d eat you like dinner. CM: I wouldn’t mind. JH: Guys, it’s a wrestling match, not stare at breasts match. The house lights dim and slowly a set of frosted glass doors are lowered over the wrestlers entrance as a tuxedo clad man makes his way onto the concrete stage with microphone in hand. Suddenly bright white lights kick up behind the doors only to reveal the man on the stage further. He pulls the microphone to his lips as Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva begins to play over the PA system. The man begins to speak over the opening lyrics of the song. Man: “Ladies and gentlemen please…Would you bring your attention to me?” As the crowd fixes their attention on the man a silhouette appears in the light and the man continues to speak over the lyrics of the song. Man: “For a feast for your eyes to see. An explosion of catastrophe.” At the base of the stairs leading to the isle to the ring, a massive white explosion bursts out startling the crowd. The man again continues to speak over the song as he moves in putting a hand on the door handle covering the entrance. Man: “Like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door. Your jaws will be on the floor. After this you’ll be begging for more.” The man then pulls both doors open and the lights behind the glass dim down as two large spot lights focus in on the entrance and he quickly exits the stage as Ethan Adams clad in his entrance robe is revealed. The superstar steps out onto the concrete stage holding his arms out to his side as the song kicks in. [align=center] Welcome to the show Please come inside Ladies and gentlemen[/align] Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring. MA: And her opponent, hailing from Beverley Hills, California, weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds and standing at five foot eleven inches… ETHHHANNNNNN ADAAAMSSSS!!!! [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it? Boom Let me hear it Ladies and gentlemen[/align] As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes. MA: “Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!” [align=center]Boom Do you want it? Boom Do you need it?[/align] Adams then sling shots himself over the ropes flipping over and landing on his feet inside the ring as the crowd applauds him and his music dies down and he moves into his corner and stretches while awaiting the match to begin. JH: Ethan is one of the top Flycore contenders, so he’s got more then just… CM: Larista’s gonna kill him. CL: Both annoy me with there flippy-floppy shit, so who cares, as long as its violent. As Ethan and Larista stare each other down, there both checked by Richard Kelly before calling for the bell, it sounds and both walk to the center of the ring, circling it and watching each other before squaring off into a collar and elbow tie up. Ethan overpowers her into a wristlock, but she uses her small frame to out maneuver him into a hammerlock, locking it in quite tightly, Ethan looking highly annoyed tries to get free, but before he has time to even breath Larista sweeps his feet and takes him into a headlock, wrenching away as Ethan looks highly frustrated… CL: Top contender, boys getting his ass handed to him by a female.. CM: Quite amusing to watch though. JH: She’s good, I wasn’t arguing with that. CM: Suuuure. Ethan uses his strength to pick himself up to his feet as well as Larista, driving some forearms into her back, he then lifts her up but doesn’t take her down, instead spins and sits out with a modified swinging sit-out Powerbomb. Ethan quickly stands up, modestly grinning before turning his attention back to Larista who’s slowly moving to the ropes, picking herself up, Ethan grabs her arm and Irish whips her, before charging and meeting her with a high leaping dropkick to the face before kneeling and grinning to the crowd. CM: Oh come on, he really thinks that needs to be showed off about? JH: It was beautifully executed. CL: My cock’s beautifully executed, you don’t see me showing it off. JH: Uhhmm… As Ethan shows off, he hasn’t seen Larista’s back to her feet and looking towards Ethan, as he stand she quickly moves towards him and hooks in a cobra clutch and then BRINGS him down across her knee with a cobra clutch backbreaker, the impact makes him drop to the mat clutching his back as she smirks and looks towards him with a grin. She moves and boots him down on his lower back and keeps booting knowing it’s hurting him, the smile on her face then turns to a signal for something as she looks and points to the top, moving and climbing the turnbuckle… CM: She’s killing him, it’s great! JH: Not anymore look! As she awaits him to stand, he kips up onto his feet, surprising most people and her and then runs, leaping up incredibly towards the top rope and then hooks in a one arm slam and flips over with a moonsault one arm slam, the leap though is to much of a flip as Larista lands right on her ass, making her land uncomfortably on her back as Ethan land son his stomach, feeling the impact but not as much as Larista who’s holding her spine. JH: THE SHOW STOPPER! CL: Where he come from? CM: Does it matter, he’s injured her the asshole! …Ethan wastes no time moving towards her turning her over and clutching in a wristlock Boston crab, wrenching away as Larista can hardly hold on before she taps out, Ethan releases the hold instantly as she taps. JH: She’s tapped, now tell ,me he isn’t a number one contender. CL: Ok, it was impressive. CM: Maybe… Ethan stands up raising his arms… MA: Your winner… ETHHHANNNNNN ADAAAMSSSS!!!! …Ethan celebrates in the ring as Richard checks on Larista, as Ethan continues to celebrate as the crowd cheer as well. JH: Your next Flycore champion? CL: Possibly, he’ll have to beat Graver though. CM: Wow, that’ll be hard… Coo-coo-cachoo. Opening backstage in the Air Canada Centre, the camera sits in the middle of the corridor, focusing solely on a set of double doors. Directly above the door is the word 'Exit', in large white letters over a green background. This is, obviously, an exit and can only mean one thing. Stood just to the left of the doors is one of Full Intensity Wrestling's most unpopular interviewers, who also just happens to be one of the hottest in the company; Janine Morrigan. Either someone is about to leave or ent- Voice: "Oh Hogan, I'm here! I made it!" Bursting through the door, Ash Koopa staggers forward and crumples to the floor in a heap, then begins kissing the cold, concrete floor. Still wearing the dirt-encrusted red-and-yellow checked shirt he threw to the floor in the wilderness, Ash battles back to his feet, then stares at Janine as the interviewer casually blows a blue bubble from her lips. As it bursts, she begins chewing the gum again and retracts the remains of the bubble, before raising the microphone to her mouth and turning her vague attentions toward the KoopaManiac. Janine: "Ash, you're late for the show. Any last words?" Ash: "Uh.. Go! So freaking determined! Yeah, yeah! Go! You better believe it; confidence!" Almost tripping out, Ash begins rocking side to side. Janine: "What are you doing?" Ash: "Me? Nothing. I'm just singing along to the ReVolt theme; you know, the one that plays when the show opens, which it is now. After all, I'm not late. I'm here. On time. I hear the music playing. I can even see the opening credits in my mind. Not late.." Janine: "Do you think I'm stupid? You're late, you great moron. And if you want to sing along, it's 'fucking', not 'freaking'. If you're going to sing, at least try to sing the right words. And maybe in tune, too.." Ash: "I.. uh.." Seemingly lost for words, Ash stares blankly at Janine. Ash: "Which way to the showers, please?" Janine points down the corridor and Ash nods in appreciation, then turns and walks away, leaving the interviewer to herself. As Ash disappears out of the shot, Janine blows herself another bubble and heads off in the opposite direction to the KoopaManiac, bringing the scene to a close. |
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| Crimson Shards | Apr 19 2007, 04:04 AM Post #3 |
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JH: And we crack on with this week’s show with a strange one-on-one encounter. CL: Why strange? CM: ‘Cause you haven’t been fired yet, soon Bitchen, soon. JH: No, because this Phyllis Bathory guy is strange, I don’t know what to make of him. CM: Knowing you, it’s even stranger, so keep quiet! -The Screen turns blue as an electric tone plays, halfway between the sound of a substation and overflying aircraft, when the screen flashes- NO WORDS -the tone oscillating and gaining pitch before- CAN DESCRIBE -shattered by a discordant but rhythmic guitar chord with an overlying drum beat that makes it visceral in it's intensity...- Phyllis enters, a few wisps of smoke trailing behind him as his overcoat likewise spills outside, revealing the redness within... The sweat is visible on his forehead and black mesh suit... He allows his fingers to trail the edge of the hands that reach from the crowd, but his eyes never leave the ring... there is something Manic within them, their stare too wide, unblinking, his breath uncommonly quick, a suggestion in both his manner and posture that suggesting frightening intensity... As he gets closer to the ring his agitation increases... MA: Your opener of the evening is scheduled for one fall! first hailing from the grave, weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds and standing at five feet eleven inches… PHYLLIS BATHORY!!!!!!!!! -The Hypnotic guitar riff plays on as an undertone evolves, seething beneath the surface and gaining urgency...- Phyllis circles the ring, his pace quickening, his agitation and enthusiasm mirroring the change in the music... He suddenly darts for the ring, sliding the ropes and running at the turnbuckle- -The undertone quickly becomes an overtone, dwarfing the original riff as inhuman howls match it with almost human words...- Phylis runs up the ropes... -the screen bursts into flames- Phyllis tears off the Cape-like overcoat and snarls at the crowd... -Humanesque shadows writhe in the flames as pitiful alien noises play across the crackling of the fire... both sound and sight on the screen slowly fading to nothingness...- After a few moments Phyllis leaps off the ropes and into the middle of the ring, twitching energetically as he waits for his opponent... JH: See my point? CL: No I see a FIW ring where people are gonna get an ass kicking. CM: Or so he hopes… JH: He’s still strange. Trumpets and drums blasts as Standing Ovation plays on the PA system. The lights fade into a light blue color as a white spotlight shines on the entranceway. Shaun walks out and the spotlight disappears as he walks to the three stairs. MA: And his opponent, hailing from Houston, Texas… SSSSSSSSOMMEEEBOOODDDYYY WHHOOO CAANNN’TTT WIIINNN AAA MMMAAATTTCCCHHH!!!!!!! He stops and turns his back facing the entranceway as white pyro rains from the ReVoltrons. He then runs and slides into the ring, running and climbing onto the turnbuckles. He then backward flips off the ropes into the ring as he stretches and gets ready for his match. CL: Ah, he said it perfectly. JH: That was mean. CM: No mean is saying you have a sex life, that’s just torture. Before The Truth even has chance to say anything Phyllis lunges towards Shaun can’t even get ready, Phyllis nails him in the gut with a toe kick, then rams his head straight into the corner post, but doesn’t stop, he continually does so, smashing Shaun’s face repeatedly into the top turnbuckle, the impact of each blow causing Phyllis to seemingly enjoy doing it more and more before he stops, making Shaun drop to his knees, where Phyllis simply smashes his knee into Shaun’s face making him fall backwards. Phyllis simply snarls at the crowd who just watch on with shock as he then moves towards the fallen Shaun and begins mounted punching him, Shaun’s not even able to defend himself as he’s seemingly exhausted by the early onslaught. CL: THAT’S HOW YOU KICK SOMEONE’S ASS! JH: Shaun hasn’t even got a punch in yet. CM: It’s ok, his “homies” will help him. CL: Fuck that, Phyllis is awesome, make him bleed! Phyllis stops and spins in a circle for some reason but strangely begins looking weak, but as Shaun stands up holding his head, Phyllis attacks again with a vary of strikes but his strikes begin getting weaker and weaker, but Shaun doesn’t mind though as he pushes Phyllis away, clearing his mind before coming at Phyllis with some strikes of his own, pushing him into the ropes, but Phyllis gains enough energy to jump up and leap onto Shaun with a Lou Thesz press, before he seems to bite on Shaun’s neck, The Truth watches on… JH: Wait, is he? CL: Yep, he’s making Shaun submit. JH: No, I mean, he’s biting him! CL: So he is, unique. Phyllis continues to bite/make Shaun submit as he bites harder, The Truth simply sees it as a submission as Shaun begins to pass out and Phyllis begins to bite even harder ending Shaun to pass out completely, The Truth then calls for the bell quickly as Phyllis stops biting Shaun on the neck and stands up. JH: He won! CL: Yep, could of made it bloodier though. As The Truth approaches Phyllis he stops him and looks towards the crowd as Micheal announces… MA: Your Winner! PHYLLIS BATHORY!!!!! Phyllis simply grins before throwing a smoke bomb down looking to disappear but fans cheer as the smoke bomb wasn’t as powerful as expected and theys ee him sprinting up the entrance way quickly… CM: HE VANISHED! JH: No, he didn’t there he is running through the curtain. CL: Magic… so what‘s next? After that strange second match of the night the camera cuts backstage into the locker room of one of the FIW wrestlers. It isn’t too hard to figure out when a man in black and blue ninja garbs stands with his back turned to the lens, the only thing visible of his head being his hair. Those shaggy brown locks disappear underneath the mask made of plastic and fabric that resembles that of a dragon’s head while roaring. Ninja turns his attention towards the bench beside him, where his robe and athletic tape are, he takes a few steps towards the tape. Gently his locker room door opens and causes him to stop in mid-step and crane his neck around to see just who his visitor is. What little tension was in his body language disappears and he relaxes when he sees the feminine frame of Zesboca Devani walk into his locker room. The Egyptian Vixen is currently wearing a small zipped up black hoodie and a pair of black draw string jogging pants with some sneakers. Her expression is a slightly nervous looking one and she flashes an unsure smile at the man she calls her friend as he pulls up his mask a bit to reveal his mouth. Extreme Ninja #2: Devani-dono! It is great to see you again; I’ve been trying to get in touch with you since Anarchy in the U.K. but haven’t been able to. Even couldn’t manage to find you after our tag team match last week to apologize for what happened out there. The nervousness appears to only deepen and become less subtle on Zesboca’s features which go completely unnoticed by Ninja. Idly her hand rises up and starts running up and down her other arm, pushing the hoodie’s fabric against her arm every few moments. [align=center]”Oh, yeah, sorry about that Ninja, I’ve just been really…busy, with some personal stuff the last few weeks.”[/align] Even to some one as naïve as Ninja this sounds a bit odd and gets a tilt of his head for a reaction, though he shrugs it off and nods his head. Extreme Ninja #2: Ah, I see, so, what brings you by? Her gaze shifts away from the former Flycore Champion and towards the ground in between them, shuffling her feet in place slightly before trying to look back up. [align=center]”I just…wanted to apologize for a few weeks back at the pay per view is all. Even after talking to you about it before hand, and us both agreeing to not let emotions get in the way, I still let mine get the better of me for a moment. In the end, that moment cost not only me but you the Flycore Championship and handed it to that jack ass, Graver.”[/align] He waves his hand and takes a step forward, placing the same hand on her shoulder and patting it a few times. Extreme Ninja #2: Don’t worry about it Devani-dono, I know not letting your emotions control you is not the easiest thing to do in the heat of battle all the time. You put up a good fight that night outside of that and I’m certain you will get another shot at the Flycore Championship soon, and hopefully, we can have a fight again some time. In the mean time though, your focus should be on Graver-kun and nothing else. His words surprise the FIW Diva a bit and she looks up at him once again, staring directly at his mask where his eyes should be. [align=center]”You aren’t going to continue to go after Graver?”[/align] Softly a sigh seeps out from behind the second Extreme Ninja’s lips and he shakes his head in a negative manner. Extreme Ninja #2: No, I’ve realized that Graver-kun is your fight to battle and I should not interfere in it any more than I already have. If I was to and we defeated him, you would never be able to have an honorable closure to the issue you two have. Apparently he notices the slightly sad expression on Devani’s face that is starting to develop and quickly adds. Extreme Ninja #2: That is not to say that if you ever needed it, I will not be there to back you up Devani-dono. We are friends and I stand by my friends to the very end, whether that is a happy or bitter ending. Besides, I feel that it is time that I move onto some thing else in Full Intensity Wrestling… That last sentence catches Zesboca’s curiosity and she raises an eyebrow to it, tilting her head to the side in a quizzical manner. [align=center]”What do you mean by that?”[/align] Lightly the sign wielding ninja shakes his head and pats her on the shoulder a few more times before taking his hand off of it. Extreme Ninja #2: Oh nothing, any ways, would you like to sit down and maybe talk a bit more in private? For the first time since she entered the room Zesboca Devani’s lips gradually curl into a smile at the man in front of her. [align=center]”I’d like that.”[/align] Extreme Ninja #2 steps to the side and let’s Zesboca walk forward first, the two head towards the bench as the camera fades to commercial… |
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| Crimson Shards | Apr 19 2007, 04:05 AM Post #4 |
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The opening riff to Sonne rams it's way into the arena and down onto the fans, and Loon makes his way out, uncommonly blank-faced. CM: Lookit the poor kid. Been like that ever since last week. CL: Poor kid? What about awesome Conse? Who feels awesome because Loon isn’t really Loon anymore. Loon paces calmly down to the ring, slowly and ethereally, like he isn’t even really there. JH: This is truly pitiful. Where’s the high-energy Loon we’ve come to know and love? What the hell did Azazel do to him? CL: Stole his soul. I can’t imagine it did him much good. Shitty soul Loon would have… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Milan, Illinois… THE LOOOOOOON TWOOOO POINT! FIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!! He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the ring, not looking around, not blinking… just staring straight ahead. Cochise by Audioslave begins to play. The lights on the crowd fade lower as the intro continues, but not completely off, leaving the path to the ring lit brightly. The main riff hits and there is a big, quick, explosion of pyro. Just afterwards Liam steps out from the back. MA: And his opponent… from Cheltenham, England… LIIIIAAAAAMM MOOOOORRRTEEEELLLLLLL!!! He soaks up the atmosphere for a minute before continuing to walk down to the ring. JH: Now this is an impressive guy. A trade from South London Allied Wrestling, and what an excellent gain for FIW! His smile beams throughout the arena as he makes his way to the ring, and when he gets there jumps over the ropes turning round to look at the all of the crowd before picking a turnbuckle to ascend to thank the fans. The music fades, and Liam jumps back down to the canvas. [align=center]DINGDINGDING!!![/align] Liam gets into a fighting stance and Loon… well, doesn’t do a damn thing. He stands there. JH: Is he even going to fight? CM: Of course! He’s just luring Liam into a… false sense of security! Liam stands back up looking a bit curious. He takes a false step toward Loon in order to shock him into reacting… but… well, nothing. CL: *giggle* JH: You’re just sick. CL: I can’t be happy the person I loathe most is now an automaton? JH: He’s obviously suffering! Where’s his life? His SPARK!? Where’s the Loon!? CL: Gone. Forever. MUA-HA! Catuious, Liam approaches Loon and lifts his arm in a test of strength. He takes the other arm and Loon doesn’t fight him. He stares straight ahead. As a change of pace… he blinks. He also mounts no resistance. Liam releases his hands and backs up a few paces, rubbing his chin. JH: Well, Liam’s certainly got this one in the bag. CL: Then why’s he hesitating? Just pin the guy, end it quick. JH: He’s trying to find an honorable route! Liam’s a good guy! CL: Bah. Honor. Is this RoH? Noooo. It’s FIW. He should be intense. Liam moves in behind Loon and locks in a sleeper hold. Loon seems generally unphased. Liam wrenches it and tries to looks fierce, but sighs. He finally hops into a standing arm triangle choke and rolls Loon downward into a grounded arm triangle choke. JH: That’s Liam’s signature maneuver, he’s ended matches with it before? CL: In FIW? JH: Well… no. But he has achieved victory with it in the past. I swear I’ve seen it. CM: I feel bored. Can we talk about fashion or hair gel or something? CL: I hear most hair gel contains trace amounts of semen these days. Any truth to that? CM: Well it IS an excellent natural adhesive… er… not that… I would… know… shutting up now. Liam torques the hold, but Loon just stares placidly out at the crowd. He disentangles himself from around Loon and sighs, on his knees, hands-on-hips. CL: Oh just pin his ass. Get it over with. JH: Can you imagine getting a victory without actually earning it? CL: Every time I intellectually triumph over either of you, it is a victory I have not earned. And I revel in it. CM: … I think he’s insulting us, Hitchen. JH: Really.[/sarcasm] Liam shakes his head and pulls Loon upward, getting him into position for a Michinoku Driver before SPIKING him into the mat! JH: And there’s the M-Bomb. Liam shakes his head as Loon is literally staring at the lights. He plants both hands on Loon’s chest and Mark Jackson drops, counting. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] Cochise plays over the loudspeakers as Mark Jackson raises the disappointed Liam’s hand. MA: Your winner… by pinfall… LIAM! MOOOOORRRTEEEEELLLLL!!! JH: Well this was a sham of a match. I hope Loon comes back to his senses before long. CL: Are you kidding? This could last forever as far as I’m concerned. I LOVE IT! The scene fades in from the previous match to the big screen (or ReVtron if you want to be fancy about it) to the sight of an unidentified room of nothing but pitch-blackness and the obscured sight of a fair-haired woman with sunshades over her eyes in a vintage black and white visage of a vignette. For those familiar with FIW’s affiliates will recognise her instantly… but those who don’t just sit tight and listen to what she has to say… ???: Last Friday was my birthday… another candle added to the cake… another notch on the tome of life… yet in the passing of age, I feel ever more wiser and inspired by the ridiculousness of the Kine that consider themselves professional wrestlers. I feel indignant by the audacity of those who have stepped up against me with claims of being the best wrestler on the face of Mother Earth, only to have been blighted in the face of my unparalleled ability. The mysterious woman’s accent reeks of Eurotrash… most likely a former Eastern block country ???: I have stepped into American wrestling rings for well over a year… never once meeting someone who may usurp me. I have wrestled men far greater in physical strength to myself… I have fought the lowest form of humanity where pain and suffering are considered the best part of their day… I have endured against what may have been the pinnacle of grappling excellence… And for each and every man that stepped in the ring with me, I was the one who usurped them… exposing them for the appalling wrestlers that they were. She pauses for a moment… ???: And so the Council of Voivodes has brought my journey to Full Intensity Wrestling… A place where wrestling is as revered as Vitae is to me… A place where the cream rises to the top… A place where the best in the world call their backyard… The woman lightly hums as she slowly removes her sunglasses… And breathes an eerie ice-cold breathe at the camera as she stares with a pair of piercing light blue eyes towards us all. Yes, we know who it is now… the enthrallingly and tremendously talented Romanian catch-wrestler herself… Vamp: I’ll be the judge of that. And we fade to black but not before the following announcement is made… [align=center]Vamp will be coming soon!![/align] |
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| Crimson Shards | Apr 20 2007, 03:28 AM Post #5 |
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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. CL: That never stops being disturbing. CM: Is it because-- CL: Yes it’s because you imitate him when he does it. No it’s NOT because you think you’re sexier than him. CM: Ooh. Ooh YEAH. Got mah sexy on! CL: STOP. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, 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. JH: These young men are ready to wrestle! CM: That’s good, because the bake sale was yesterday. [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] The PA system kicks into life as the opening chords of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones echoes across the arena. Rising to their feet, the fans turn their attention toward the stage as the house lights turn to a bright shade of red. After a few seconds, 'The KoopaManiac' Ash Koopa steps through the gateway onto the stage playing in tune with the music on his air guitar. Reaching the edge of the stage, Ash pauses for a second and looks around the arena, then quickly makes his way down the steps whilst pointing out at the fans. MA: And their opponents! Introducing first, weighing in at TWO hundred SIXTY-five pounds… Theeee Koopamaniac… ASH! KOOOOOOPAAAAAAAHHH!! Singing along with the lyrics of his entrance theme, Ash strolls along the aisle and slaps hands with the fans on either side as he makes his way toward the ringside area. As he reaches the ring, Ash veers left and begins scanning the crowd, before removing his headband and placing it on the head of a child in the front row. CL: Isn’t he just the dandiest? CM: No, actually, I think that title goes to “Queer” Felix Arroyo, there. CL: He’s a fan-hugger. You give hugs to people you love and our fans are retarded. Vis a vis... he has sex with the mentally handicapped. JH: That’s disgusting! CL: I know. Someone should tell him to stop. Quickly bounding up the steps, Ash makes his way along the apron and ducks down to enter the ring between the top and middle ropes. Facing the main camera, Ash steps up to the ropes and begins posing for the fans, then fires off a thumbs up, before turning and stretching against the ropes as he waits for the match to begin. "The Lumberjack" by Jackyl hits the PA system and the crowd rise to life with cheers. In anticipation awaiting their hero's entrance, the fans begin to pound on the guard rails and chant loudly. As the crowd comes to a fever pitch, El Lumberjacko runs out from the backstage area and stops midway down the ramp. MA: And his tag-team partner… from Maple Syrup, Canada… ELLLLL LUMMMBERRJACKKOOOOOOOOO!!! He thrusts both arms into the air to a positive response from the fans, before sprinting the rest of the way down the ramp. As he reaches the ring he slides under the bottom rope and quickly makes it back to his feet. JH: Nothing snide to say about El Lumberjacko, Constance? CL: I don’t have to. CM: Yeah, outfits speak louder than words. He mounts the closest turnbuckle nearest him and thrusts both arms into the air again, receiving the same positive reaction from the crowd. El Lumberjacko jumps down and proceeds to chase the ring announcer around with an imaginary chainsaw as his entrance music dies down. [align=center]DINGDINGDING![/align] Looks like first in the ring is Lumberjacko and Steve Patterson… because I feel like it. Patterson charges for El Lumberjacko with a HARD lariat across his chest, but he swoops around and NAILS a swinging bulldog before the man-masked Lumberjacko even hits the ground. JH: Swift footwork from Patterson. CL: Like a dark hunter of the night. GOD this kid woulda been great in NGIW. JH: … he’s great here? CL: Yeah. But this isn’t NGIW. JH: … but. It’s FIW. CL: Yeah, I know. But it’s not NGIW. JH: … but-- CM: ACK! STOPPIT. The Emo Kid pulls Lumberjacko to his feet, and earns a hard palm strike for his troubles. Steve reels a bit, taking a few more palm strikes before he gets NAILED in the chin with a rolling koppu kick that sends him back-flat to the mat! JH: Quite an offensive rush by El Lumberjacko! CL: Offensive like his body odor, and ridiculous mask. JH: What’s wrong with his mask? CL: It looks like a third grader crafted it. A retarded, blind third grader. Who had no hands. And never even really knew what a mask was supposed to look like. And was covered in bees. El Lumberjacko drives a hard leg drop across Steve’s throat before skipping over and tagging in his partner, Ash. The Koopamaniac steps between the ropes and flexes his muscles for the fans, playing some faux rock guitar and pursing his lips. CL: Ah yes. The ancient tactic of taunting for no real reason. JH: He’s psyching up the crowd. Ash Koopa is a great entertainer. CL: I’m sure say the same thing about you. Which is sad. Because like Koopa, it’s a lie. Patterson finally pulls himself to his feet, but only manages to get an Axe bomber for his troubles. Koopa rebounds off the opposite ropes and runs up to the Emo Kid’s body, DRIVING an elbow into the space in the canvas where his sternum used to be! Patterson JUST rolled outside, and Ash is now prancing about in pain, holding his elbow. CL: Oooh! Steve’s taking this one OUTSIDE! JH: Why is that so-- CM: THERE’S WEAPONS OUT THERE!!! Indeed, as soon as Patterson hits the mats he grabs a chair from under the apron. Ash looks over the ropes to point a finger at him (and presumably shout “YOU!”) but finds that his face is suddenly full of steel. CL: YES! Ha-ha! And the first piece of weaponry is brought into the match! Steve slides back into the ring and sets up the chair, hopping up onto it and performing a moonsault STRAIGHT into Ash’s abdomen! JH: And Patterson is making full use of it! Steve stands up on the other side of Ash and raises his eyes just a hair vertically to see El Lumberjacko leap off his corner’s turnbuckle and SOAR across the ring into a dropkick! JH: And Steve Patterson just swallowed about four of his teeth! CM: And yet he STILL doesn’t swallow near as much as Arroyo. Speaking of Arroyo, Patterson gets dropkicked RIGHT into his corner, and “Fierce” Felix makes a blind tag on his partner, hopping over the top rope and springing IMMEDIATELY into a front dropkick that sends El Lumberjacko tripping over his partner’s body and falling STRAIGHT backward onto the chair! JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! CL: The point of that chair just took El Lumberjacko on the spine! Who needs a chiropractor when you’ve got hardcore wrestling, hmm? JH: Constance, hardcore wrestling accidents are no substitute for chiropractic medicine. CL: And you’re a goony pom who doesn’t understand jokes. Felix turns to Ash as El Lumberjacko rolls out of the ring and grabs him by the short hair on his head, pounding fistes into his forenoggin. Ash takes each shot with a flinch, but eventually stops flinching and points that accusatory finger in Felix’s face. [align=center]YOU![/align] Ash chops Felix hard across the chest before DRIVING into him with an Axe Bomber! Felix goes down faster than… um… Felix. On a dude. But from behind! It’s Steve Patterson with the chair! JH: Look out, Ash! Patterson raises the chair and Ash turns, holding up his hands to deflect the shot that never connects! El Lumberjacko is back in the ring and BREAKS a hockey stick across Patterson’s back! CL: OUCH! Would you look at those fuckin’ SPLINTERS!? JH: Poor Logan Black’s having a hard time keeping the peace! No one really seems to be listening to him as he tells Lumberjacko and Patterson to get to their corners. Mostly because Patterson seems to be trying to pull shards of wood out of his spine and El Lumberjacko is playing air guitar on the remnants of the hockey stick. “Fierce” Felix gets back to his feet, a tad bit woozy, but doesn’t get a chance to recover as Ash ropes Arroyo up and hits him with a full-nelson reverse sit-out powerbomb! JH: AK74! AK74! He holds Felix down in a cover as El Lumberjacko leisurely plants a foot on Patterson’s chest, still playing the hockey stick. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] CL: Well, that was gay. MA: Here are your winners… Ellll Lumberjackooo… and… “The Koopamaniac”… ASH! KOOOOOOPAAAAAAHHH!!! “Start Me Up” starts playing and Ash raises his arm in victory. El Lumberjacko does a little lumberjack dance, and Koopa gives him a hug over their victory. CL: SEE! SEE!? I told you he makes love to retards! JH: Constance! A distant bell tolls and the arena descends into darkness. Not a simple low light kind of darkness but the sort of pitch blackness that makes for a heart-stopping, horror movie style moments. The bell continues to toll and whispered voices start to filter out from across the sound system. A single blood red burst of light pierces through the blackness, wavering for a moment and weaving around the ring as if searching for its prey. It finds it, illuminating Xtreme Kitten alone. The whispers start to grow, start to become audible. The voices are familiar but isolated, plucked out from any background noise.
A second light bursts into life, this time striking Kailey. Her eyes widen as they adjust to the new light. The murmurs from those surrounding the ring grow. The place starts to buzz in anticipation. A sound like nails down a blackboard signals the end of the first part of the audible speech playing over the sound system. Those assembled wince in response before the bell tolls again and yet more conversations are made audible.
A grin creeps across Kailey’s face, since, let’s be honest, there’s not one fan, wrestler or reader who doesn’t know what this signifies. Some might have expected more discreetness, but hey, sometimes subtleties just don’t cut it. XK gives a bored shake of his head, trying to avoid the rather annoying light on him. His voice on the speakers becomes inaudible due to a large amount of static which again rapes the ears of those listening before being interrupted by that tolling bell.
XK’s voice fades away along with all the other whispering voices around it until there is nothing but an eerie silence. In the ring, those watching on frown and glance around with some caution, wary of the darkness. Faintly, the tolling bell can be heard once more, growing louder and more frequent until it reaches an ear-drum shattering level. Explosions go off around the stage and even around the ring itself, receiving a loud ‘oooohh’ from the crowd and the suddenly lights go up. Everyone looks around bemused, half expecting to find someone standing behind them, staring at shadows. After a few moments once it’s obvious that nothing is going to happen, calm descends around the area and things get back to ‘normality’. |
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| Crimson Shards | Apr 20 2007, 03:31 AM Post #6 |
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[align=center]Short Results until the match is given to me Revolution defeats the team of Sean Madrox, Drake Love, Momoko Wakari when Grant Rice makes Drake Love submit to Straight Mizery.[/align] For the second time tonight the camera returns to the dark and eerie back drop of the boiler room, and once again Krähe’s and Lazaro’s presence. FIW’s General Manager sits behind his desk and is more frantically looking over what looks to be faxes he was sent by some one. Counter opposite of that is the Chief of Security, who kneels kiddy corner behind his master’s throne and is hooked into that weird life support looking machine we’ve seen him hooked up to before. The wires and chords plunged deep into his body, adding to the over all image of him being more machine than human now that his mask creates. Lazaro: kssshhhhhk...…kssshhhhhk...… kssshhhhhk... Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Unbelievable… kssshhhhhk... Lazaro: kssshhhhhk...…kssshhhhhk...… kssshhhhhk... That single word and machine sounding growl are enough to wake Lazaro from whatever slumber you could consider he was in. His head rises and those rage filled eyes open behind the mask, gliding across their surroundings until they fall upon the General Manager’s throne. Lazaro: What is it, my master? With another voice joining his own in speaking, Krähe looks over his shoulder at his servant as if his voice was foreign to him. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Nothing… kssshhhhhk... Coldly the General Manager turns his head back around and focuses on the faxes as he shifts through them, a low metallic growl creeping out from him again. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Those fools’ agents… kssshhhhhk... just keep sending me faxes…kssshhhhhk... requesting another chance at the Dual Crown…kssshhhhhk... It is hard to tell what exactly the Chief of Security’s reaction to this statement is, mostly because he is wearing a mask and isn’t move whatsoever. Lazaro: One could argue that Tahal has earned another shot, since he never lost his first one to begin with, simply failed to gain the championships. A far weaker argument could be made for Prime, who never submitted or passed out or was pinned by our champion. Though, to be fair, either would be better than our current reigning champion. The infamous sound of Krähe trying to hold back his own vomit greets viewers’ ears for a second time ever and he brings a hand to the mouth area of his mask. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Do not… kssshhhhhk... remind me that…kssshhhhhk... he currently holds those titles…kssshhhhhk... A lesser of the two evils he might have been…kssshhhhhk... doesn’t change the fact…kssshhhhhk... that he disgusts me…kssshhhhhk... A movement of some sort finally comes from the Chief of Security in the form of shrugging his shoulders. Lazaro: Could be worse, Jason Moore could still be employed by you and holding the titles. Both collectively shudder at such a thought as the camera sweeps into a fade back to the ringside area. |
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| Crimson Shards | Apr 20 2007, 03:33 AM Post #7 |
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MA: The following contest is Scheduled for One Fall to a Fifteen Minute Time Limit! The thundering, masculine choir of 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. The men's voices continue to resonate as from the flames Azazel and Belial rise. They reach the apex of their ascent at the same point the vocalists reach their highest note, seemingly a thousand drums pounding as gouts of fire LEAP from the stage! MA: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Belial... from the icy depths of Stygia in the Nine Hells... the Demon Prince... AZZZAAAAAAAAYYYYZELLLLLLL!!! CM: SAVE ME!!! I mean uh… CL: You need a change of pants there, Chip? Azazel steps calmly toward the ring with his charge in tow, paying no heed to the fans. A gloomy blue spotlight follows them as the only illumination in the building, aside from the lingering flames onstage. Belial moseys to Azazel's corner as the Demon Prince himself slides into the ring, kipping into a standing position. He glares 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. 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]Turn me up! Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay And if they pay then they pay with they life So watch another man try to hold on to his life Cause' I keep lookin' and huntin' just like a lion Let the sucka' know that it's them that be dyin' I show no remorse to the source of the tales And if they tell then the hungry better battle[/align] MA: And his opponent, from De-troit, Michigan; weighing in a Two Hundred Pounds… Extreeeme Ninjaaaa NUUUUMBEERRR TWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!! ”Another Body Murdered” 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. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “Cheap pop comment here~!” [align=center] Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table And if I miss, I never miss, cuz I’m able I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus But I'll never bless the rest, so never cease I'll do a motherfucker with this restin' piece Cause' what they saw they never seen or even heard of And if they live, it's just another body murdered.... .....another body murdered.... I'm makin' deals for deals that make a kill And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G' But if they think I'm blasted then they gone I'm takin' off they're head with a motherfuckin' chrome I gotta pay the play the pay ta' get crooked And I ain't 'BOO' til' I dump another fool I see the fool runnin' and runnin' but where they goin' ? Had to witness my murder now they knowin' What they blast so blast so at the pad I'll have the thing fixed...My life was goin' in a flash.... If I went to say that'd be my ass Searching for these fools while stepping cross the squares Cause they can't hide and hide and that's real And what you just witnessed with your eyes got ta' kill.... .....another body murdered..... Bang your head to this.... Turn me up! Another body murdered! [/align] Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Respect the Ninja!” and “Now 100% Smarty Free!”, and “Fear the Shining Stomp!” and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie to get ready for the match ahead. Ding Ding Ding!!! And we’re away, with a slight variation on the standard circling start, EN diving and sliding and rolling, in a vaguely clockwise direction around an aloof hell spawned demon, who stands square and proud in the centre of the ring. Twice round, and the demon gets bored, and kicks the Ninja in the jaw, to a low ‘Oh…’ from the crowd. CM: Isn’t a hardened plastic mask considered cheating? JH: Not if Supernatural powers aren’t… Point taken, Ninja shrugs off the kick, and sends one back at Azazel’s gut. Do demons keep any important organs in their lower abdomens? Do demons even have internal organs? The answers to these questions aren’t actually answered by Azazel, who doesn’t seem to feel it at all. A second middle kick may not be felt, but it’s effect is similar to a shotgun, except without the flesh flaying properties of buck-shot. And the lethality thereof. Either way, Azazel goes down and springs back up… CM: Was that the Frog Man? CL: This is a terrifying demon prince, you grabastic piece of amphibian shit. Kneel! CM: Uhh, I was talking about the move from Tekken… CL: I Said Kneel!!! Right on cue, Azazel’s foot hits EN’s chest as he springs back up in a cloud of smoke. Ninja is sent flying by the unholy impact of it all, although he does manage to flip right back to his feet, only to be sent flying with a Triangular jump into a Kick to the Head! CM: Maybe kneeling to this creature isn’t such a bad idea. But I am comfy in my chair… And to punctuate the Triangle Enzui-giri, Azazel managed to squeeze in a flip before landing on his feet, as the Ninja goes down like a sack of potatoes. Enough sillyness [and it’s only been about a minute,] Everyone’s favourite Demon starts booting EN’s ribs. Less spectacular, but probably slightly more effective. At least until EN catches the leg and holds on, then when Azazel tries to stomp him with the other foot, life is made significantly more horizontal for him. JH: Now that’s a good way to ground the acrobatic opponent, the rolling hamstring stretch. CL: Thank you Mr. Wrestling 101… I suppose you’re going to say that sitting on his chest and slapping him is also a good way to keep him down. JH: No, I was going to leave it you. With Constance slightly bemused, the rain of slaps continues to fall on Azazel’s bright blue face. This becomes ever more difficult as Azazel digs his nails into EN’s hood, just being the mask, to pull it towards him, and take a chuck out of EN’s forehead with his sharpened teeth! This earns him a reprimand from the referee, but also a break. He hisses as he rolls away, and shakes some arrogance back into his swagger around the ring. The Ninja barely has time to straighten his mask in all of this, Azazel rushes him with a Corbata, which the lovable purveyor of Ninja-y goodness throws off. The arm-drag which Azazel hits on the way down, is less avoidable; as is the Springboard Backflip Knee Drop to the back of his head. CM: What the hell was that? JH: Like a Lionsault, only more so. Whatever it was, EN’s face bounces off the floor, and Azazel makes the first pin of the match. [align=center]One! Two!! Kick Out!!![/align] Perhaps if Azazel had made that cover with more than his toes, he might have snatched the match right there. Oh well, have a Flipping Leg Drop. Or two. The crowd holds their collective breath, as the third never comes. The breath, we soon find has been saved for booing the Demon, who apparently is unwilling to do flips and tricks for them, and instead takes a moment to demand the crowd respect him. Anybody who has watched any amount of wrestling can guess what happens next. [align=center]One! Two!! Azazel Escapes Ninja’s School Boy!!![/align] Alas, the Lord of Stygia doesn’t go down that easily. He is however, flummoxed [not really the most appropriate word, I know, but I like it,] just enough to take rolling solbat which plants him into the corner. The Extreme Ninja wastes no time lifting his opponent onto the top turnbuckle, but he does waste some dancing and scribbling on his sign. JH: He Floats, and he Stings, Like a Bee! CM: I don’t think my Lord and Master agrees… No, Azazel doesn’t agree with Chip, and tries to push EN off. And fails. After the stunner, the sign, and the footwork that would make Ali cry; confirm what Jon Hitchen knew all along. Azazel tries to regain his composure, but Ninja takes the Ali impression to the next level, with ducking and weaving and jabs. JH: Jab, jab, Hook! CM: FAIL! The cry of Fail goes up, because Azazel’s foot scythes around the hooking hand, and staggers him. The Demon Prince hasn’t quite recovered his wits enough to fully consider the implications of a blind charge. Those implications are being thrown over Ninja’s head. He does have the presence of mind to wrap his arm around his opponent’s mask on the way down, and both of them end up bouncing off the floor, trying to stay on their feet, but – for once – failing. CM: MASTER!!! CL: Uh, Chip, you don’t really have to bow down and worship him… CM: Oh… Ok… With Chip feeling slightly silly, the Double KO count reaches 5. The Second Extreme Ninja crawls to his feet, hauling himself up on the ropes, and on a vertical base by 7. Eight and Nine pass by with a stationary Azazel, but in the gap between nine and ten, he explodes onto his feet! CL: Hey, it’s like Eddie Gordo from Tekken when someone does know the buttons! With all kinds of indescribably rolls and flips and kicks and stuff going, Conse as ever compresses the action into one succinct pop-culture reference, which I’m sure he ripped off from someone else. Nevertheless, the match continues, with Ninja trying to duck and weave, like he did earlier, but now all he’s catching is feet in his face. All he needs though, is one break, one kick that’s aimed slightly off, one split second to turn it around. It’s not happening just yet though… JH: Good Sweet Christ, this is getting painful. CM: I know. If he doesn’t stop spinning soon, I’m going to throw up. Ninja gets his break, slamming Azazel’s knee on the floor, and hamstringing him again. And spinning a toe-hold in as well for good measure. The knee based assault is stopped by Azazel break-dancing his way back to verticality, and eating a basement dropkick as he does so. Pro-Wres Love Time! The prefix of all Shining Style Moves on the planet; in this case… JH: Shining STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- CM: MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- CL: SILENCE FOR THE LOVE OF WERYDSRGI, THE GOD OF PEOPLE GETTING THEIR HEADS KICKED IN!!! Uh, quite. [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] The Ninja Has Done It! Let Another Body be Murdered, and the Celebrations Begin! CM: Don’t worry, your loyal servant will make it all better. CL: Didn’t I tell you to drop that? CM: Not me, the big guy. Belial makes his way to the ring just slowly enough for Jon Hitchen to express his inevitable, and somewhat generic, disgust at this turn of events; preparing to mangle, maul and pummel the Ninja, right up until he finds Ninja’s heel spinning into his face. An overhand punch smacks him back down, and Belial goes for the kill… JH: NO! Duck! Dance! Whatever, just MOVE!!! The Ninja can't hear, as a huge fist catches him in the ear, sending him flying, but not quite down. Alas, he goes down when Belial grabs the back of his neck, hauls him up and drives him straight into the mat, face first... JH: Sweet Zombie Jesus, Through The Mat! Paramedics, EMTs, Whoever, Get out here!!! The babbling trails away, leaving only Returns a King to blare through the arena, and the displeasure of the crowd to echo through... Cutting away from the action at ringside the camera is now filming one of the many backstage lobbies; the wrestlers’ locker rooms can be seen to the side. The focus of the camera is on the reigning FIW Undisputed International Champion, the masked oddity himself, Onikage. FIW’s Savior of Sorrow is already fully in his ring gear and just zips up the wind breaker jacket he wears out to the ring when the camera zooms in on him. While the Straight Edge Artist starts to stretch and do a few last minute preparations for his match, Toby Bostock of all people walks into the scene. Toby Bostock: Excuse me Onikage, I know you are only a short time away from your tag team match, but, I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on a few things? Those long black and multiple other colored locks swish when he turns his head and the dark orbs underneath the leather mask look down at Bostock. Onikage: Very well. With this said the international champion resumes his stretching and warming up as Toby looks over his small card of questions. Toby Bostock: First off, about last week, do you know why or do you have any thing to say about Momoko’s actions against you? Idly he shakes his head and looks towards the camera, his eyes peering from behind the mask and into the lens. Onikage: I’ll put it simply, I do not know why Wakari-chan decided it would be a good idea to try and assault me last week on ReVolt. But I’ll consider it merely a lapse in sanity for a brief moment, since she is of no concern to me. Bostock nods his head and his eyes scan over his piece of note paper one more time before he looks back at the wrestler who is still stretching. Toby Bostock: And what are your thoughts on one of your contenders for your title, Crackerjack? Why did you a few weeks ago come out and observe the ending of the three way he was in too? These questions cause the masked oddity to stop his stretching and let’s out what sounds like some thing of a cross between a scoff and a stifled chuckle. Gently he runs a hand through his locks, pushing them out of his masked face as he looks towards the nerdy interviewer. Onikage: Crackerjack…is an interesting canvas, that’s all I have to say for now, good day. Like that, the Undisputed International Champion walks out of the camera’s view and presumably heading towards the ring as Toby waves to the viewers before the camera cuts away. |
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JH: Up next is tag team action that will see for the second team Onikage and Kiyoshi Nakahata teaming together against the team of Graver and Zesboca Devani. CL: Yeah, cause, like that’s fucking fair at all…except it isn’t. CM: Oi, I’m not sure which team is the lesser of the two evils…I’m going to have to say the one without the freak and the one with boobies. JH: Ugh, as always Chip, your logical is flawless. CL: Says the guy that loves every body the fans cheer for, even Loon. CM: Ah ha, you got told! JH: Says the man that can…mildly tolerate Nightmare after he hung around Tier! CL: Oh yeah…ouch, real fucking burn… CM: Eh, I didn’t think it was so bad. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your scheduled semi-main event of this edition of ReVolt and is set for one fall. The General Manager has granted this match a fifth teen minute time limit and your official for this contest is Mark Jackson! [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 with the Flycore Championship on his shoulder... 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 and is your FLYYYYYCORE CHAMPION ... 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 and pointing to his belt 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 pats his belt a few times and invites a fan or two to take it from him before dismounting and handing the belt off to the ref. CL: Now there’s a champion we can all be proud of and look up to. CM: The guy with the squirt guns? Yeah, in your delusional exploding barbed wire laced dreams. JH: A title he stole might I remind you and doesn’t even seem to really care much about it. CL: Meh, Ninja was okay as champion, but Graver…Graver will be on fucking level with Ghost in terms of legendary status with that belt. CM: You mean he’s going to get a wacky aussie female side kick that likes shoving dildos up his ass? JH: That’s…some thing I’d have rather not heard… As "Lose Control" by Evanesence turns on our normal closed gates at the entrance of our stage is open. Long black mesh looking material is drapped around the gates. From the back exits our very own Zesboca Devani with a loose black scarf that almost matches the material on the gates. She twirls the material around her body doing a simple start of a belly dance for the crowd. She slides across the stage grabbing a hold of the material on the gates. As she dances and slides across the floor she pulls the material with her. The last bit of the material is yanked down and left on the floor a long with her scarf. She stands at the end of the stage above the steps staring at the crowd. [align=center]"Just once in my life, I think it'd be nice, Just to lose control, just once, With all the pretty flowers in the dust."[/align] Zesboca shakes her lower half with the rythem of the song. Not taking the steps she jumps straight down from the stage. She spins dipping her body a little with her. Zesboca smirks and makes her way to the squared circle. She touches a few hands along the way mainly to the men that are rooting for her. Again she doesn't take the steps and slip inbetween the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles. CM: My interest is peaked JH: You’re disgusting, Zesboca is a fine athlete that can hopefully soon get another shot at the Flycore Championship and Graver. CL: I’m sure she dreams of that every night, that hairy juggalo between her legs. MA: And making her way to the ring, his tag team partner for this evening, she hails from Cario, Egypt and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fifty four pounds and stands in at five feet and ten inches…SHE! IS! ZZZZZZZZZZZZEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCAAAAAAA DEEEEEEEVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNIIII~!!! CM: Jugga what now? Did you just say gigolo or did you call Graver some thing to do with jugs? JH: You know it can’t be the second one Chip, Graver can’t touch them any more. Ah ha! I think that’s what you yanks call a “burn”! CL: …Shut the fuck up limey. The lights go down as thunder rolls in the distance and smoke fills up the cage. The thunder rolls again and the music picks up; the synthesised riff that signals the start of Rusty Nail and the coming of the Judo Sensei. The guitars arrive and the stage is split with lights and lasers and such like and a familiar voice fills the air, with uncharacteristically melodic singing. [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru, kawaranai yume ni...[/align] [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] The disappears in an explosion of pyro momentarily as the chorus hits, and when the debris finally settles, only a lonely warrior remains: Kiyoshi Nakahata, waving the smoke out of his face and pulling his hood right up over his head as he strides towards the ring, trying to keep the huge positive reaction from the crowd out of his mind as the chorus continues. [align=center]Doredake, namida wo nagaseba Anata wo, wasurerareru darou JUST TELL ME MY LIFE Doku made, aruite mitemo Namida de, ashita ga mienai...[/align] Over the PA, Daisuke holds the note out as long as is humanly possible, and then a little longer as Kiyoshi carries on his lonely way to the ring and ascends the steps to the apron. As he reaches a neutral corner from the outside, he faces the crowd, and takes his flag from under his half of the Tag Titles and throws it into the crowd. Carrying on along the apron to his own corner, and vaults onto the top, pulling his hood right back up as the lights come back up... JH: Kiyoshi might no longer hold any titles in FIW, but this kid has proven himself to be a future star. CL: True, but I’ll never fucking forgive him for taking the belt from Graver. CM: Wait, I thought it wasn’t him, it was Ni- MA: Introducing the opposing team, he hails from Komachi City, Japan and weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds and stands at a grand total of six feet and one inch…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHIIIIIIIIII NAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAA~!!! JH: I thought that too Chip, I honestly recall Ni- CL: No, you’re both wrong, Graver said it was Kiyoshi, so it must have been Kiyoshi. CM: Graver shouldn’t count, the bastard can barely remember what day or year it is…especially now. A soft yet haunting tune begins to play over the P.A. system as a man’s voice rings out… [align=center]”Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer”[/align] The lights become a soft blue as the soft yet haunting tune slowly becomes distorted and it takes a few moments for it to clear up. Once it does, it sounds like it has seemingly transited from one melody to another as a new man’s voice sings. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet…[/align] As soon as the last word is uttered the music picks up and the quick paced yet harmonic song “Simple Survival” kicks in. The ReVolTron springs to life with various images of Onikage’s in-ring career as well as various disturbing and distorted images. Jeers shower the arena from the fans packing it as they await the arrival of the man. [align=center]The shadow within me… The sorrow at my feet… The shadow within me… Gonna lead the revival… No Simple Survival for me[/align] Within the sea of humanity a small reaction from people on the bottom level occurs, many of them trying to make it to a center point within the sea. Slowly a figure becomes visible in with all of these FIW fans, a figure that is getting a heated welcome. The enigmatic masked man pushes his way through them, making it to the fencing. He leaps over it and slides into the ring, the Savior of Sorrow soaking in all of this hatred. Onikage sits in the corner as he leans his head back against the middle turnbuckle, the FIW Undisputed International Championship around his waist. CL: Go the fuck away and never fucking return. CM: Agreed. JH: Even I don’t like this guy too much… MA: And his team mate, hailing from Parts Unknown, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds and stands at six feet and two inches…He is your reigning FIW Undisputed International Champion…HE! IS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! CL: I hope you die, die monster die, die monster diiiiiie. CM: Oh…kay? JH: Are you bloody singing, Conse? [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] At the sound of the bell the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac looks incredibly annoyed and points dramatically at the White Haired Warrior that is standing across from him. “Screw you! I want zombie mask!” Graver shouts in a heated tone that gets a mild cheer from the fans who want to see his head kicked in. Kiyoshi looks between Graver and his masked team mate, the duo share a shrug before Nakahata tags in the man the Shooter wants. “Oh yeah! Come on!” the Flycore Champion yells and gets the fans to clap in a rhythm as the two former Rejects members circle each other…and Graver tags right out to Zesboca, bolting out onto the apron. CM: What was the point of that stupidity? JH: Mind games, I would think. CL: Of course! If the fans want to see it; hell if Graver will give them it. CM: I don’t mind, since he tagged in a woman, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy… JH: Oi, can we at least try and pretend we are professionals, Chip? CL: Why the fuck should we start now? “Get in there and beat his ass…then go to the kitchen and make me a ham sammich, woman!” the Reject of FIW commands to his tag team partner, who simply glares at him. “Must be her time of the month” he mutters under his breath as she enters the ring and starts circling the masked man. Zesboca tries the tactful approach of locking up with the bigger foe, but, the UIC doesn’t appear to want that as he unloads a succession of low side kicks to her thigh. In near scrambling manner she gets away and tries to shake out her leg, wincing and grimacing at the pain that is jetting through it and her body at the moment. JH: Graver’s treatment of women is down right deplorable, but those kicks from Onikage certainly aren’t! CL: That doesn’t even making fucking sense. CM: It doesn’t need to, he’s a announcer. JH: Oh, like your two’s rambles make much more sense. CL: Not when taking out of fucking context like you always do, you tea sipping bastard. CM: Bouncy…bouncy…bouncy… She tries again and for the second time the champion ignores the lock up to start dishing out martial arts kicks, this time aiming a few at her rib cage and shoulders too. As if this wasn’t bad enough, he starts delivering a few palm strikes to the chest when he sees an opening too. The combination leads to him pushing Zesboca right back into her team’s corner and right when it looks like he is about to hit a double chop, she moves out of the way. Unfortunately for her Mark tells her to let him out of the corner before she can even land a blow in on him and take advantage of that counter. CL: What fucking bullshit! CM: Eh, sucks to be Zesboca…no wait, it wouldn’t, you’d have boobs. JH: You really are a twelve year old trapped in a thirty year old’s body, aren’t you Chip? CL: More like a fucking three year old. CM: I like to think of myself as eternally youthful. JH: I suppose that is one way to look at it. Luckily for the FIW Diva, she has Graver on her side, who uses his chance with the referee distracted telling Zesboca off to club his foe on the back of the head. This cheap shot brings Nakahata taking a step into the ring and the referee instantly changing his attention to him. “Ha, thanks squinty eyed cunt” the Shooter mocks Kiyoshi as he unravels a bit of his tape and wraps it around Onikage’s throat, choking him! For a few moments this goes on until Graver notices that Mark is listening to Kiyoshi’s pleads and is about to turn around, quickly he tags himself in. CM: Aaaaaand I no longer care for the moment about this match. JH: How can you not?! This is horrible! Graver hit a cheap shot and then tried to choke Onikage! CL: Naw, it wasn’t a cheap shot, he got full price on that one. CM: …I don’t get it. JH: It’s a very bad joke. CL: Fuck you Bitchen, that joke is gold. Thinking quickly, the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac rolls Devani out of the ring and shovels the piece of tape as fast as he can into his own mouth. Mark Jackson walks over and tells the Reject to spread ‘em, patting him down and trying to find this accused piece of tape he was using. When he finds nothing he turns back at Kiyoshi and points at him, telling him that it is bad to lie to an official as Graver smiles smugly at the man from Japan. Then Nakahata yells out to check the Flycore Champ’s mouth as two words best describe Graver’s expression at that point, oh shit. JH: Ha! Graver’s about to be caught! CL: Damn you dough boy, damn you! CM: Maybe I should go down and offer a rub to Zesboca for all her aching body parts… JH: Stay right where you are Chip, we don’t need another female employee suing the company because of you. CL: Damn fucking straight we don’t. CM: But the women, they love me…or I love them, one of the two, same thing mostly. In a panic the Minister of Awesomocity muffled curses go unheard as Mark starts to turn around, in a frantic moment he spits the tape out and shoves it down his pants. Jackson tells him to open up and confidently the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac does so, revealing no tape in any part of his mouth. Once again Mark shoots Nakahata a stern glare and Graver smiles smugly in his direction, making the Judo Sensei seethe in annoyance out on the apron. Luck is on Kiyoshi’s side however, as this all has given the masked oddity enough time to recover and spear tackle the much smaller man from behind! CL: Buddha fucking damn it! CM: Gah! Stupid referee! Now I have images of zombies raping hobos porn! JH: …Ugh… CL: Meh, I’ve seen it, it was lackluster, only good part was they ate the hobos’ brains after fucking them. CM: …I think I just vomited a bit in my mouth. JH: Can we change the subject, please? With the tinier man down, and as he clutches at his sore throat, the Savior of Sorrow crawls towards his corner and tags in his partner in crime. Kiyoshi storms into the ring like a house of fire, ready to put Graver in his place for making him look like a fool earlier. Instead he gets a punch right to the groin that thanks to bad positioning, Mark doesn’t see, and the Reject gets to his feet only to toe kick Nakahata. Swiftly he wraps his arm around the white haired opponent and brings him down in a chinbreaker, better known as his BAM! CM: The ode to Viva La Bam! JH: …Uh…right… CL: What a fucking horrible show that is, all those idiots’ shows make me want to fucking stab my eyes out. CM: Aw, come on! They’re great and funny! JH: More like disgusting. CL: In either case, Graver’s fucking dominant! “I’m winning!” the Flycore Champion proclaims proudly as he amazingly is able to kip up to his feet, the fans showering him in a chorus of jeers. “Nuts to you guys” he grumbles before he charges towards the ropes and springs off of them at a faster pace. Like a bullet coming out of a gun he comes at the still dazed, but getting up, Kiyoshu Nakahata with great force behind him. Far from gracefully he scales up the White Haired Warrior’s knee and thrusts his fist downward, only to have Kiyoshi lean and miss the Shining Meat Hook! JH: Kiyoshi avoided it! CL: Ye-damn it! CM: Graver looks worse at doing that than Muto does now a days, and Muto is more or less crippled. JH: Now if he can take adv-…wait…did Chip just spout off some thing mildly intelligent when it comes to knowledge of wrestling? CL: I think he fucking did actually, for once. CM: Uh…uh…um…uh…look! Boobies! Perhaps not the most beautiful or marvelous of counters, Mister Fighting Spirit rears his head back and then shoots up to his feet as fast as he can. In the process of doing so he head butts the Flycore Champion, their foreheads meeting sounds like two football helmets colliding. Graver soars into the air from the impact and amazingly goes a foot or so away from his opponent before he drops to the canvas with a thud, though Kiyoshi is already gone to notice. Dazedly the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac shakes his head and tries to get the cobwebs out, muttering “Stupid fucking ninjas, all of them, fucking ninjas” as he gets up, sadly he soon feels more weight on his body when… CL: The Samurai unsheathes it's sword and the sun's rays bounce off of the blade, causing it to shine brilliantly as the Samurai charges forward and smacks me with a palm strike! CM: That’s too long, I prefer my name for it, the Shining Samurai. JH: Yes, but that is what Kiyoshi has named the maneuver, so, Conse was just stating it’s name. CL: Never again though, I need a fucking drink of water after saying that shit. CM: See? Shining Samurai doesn’t count needing water after you say it. JH: Any ways, Kiyoshi is on the offense! It would appear the palm strike’s sheer power has made Graver a tad loopy, resulting in him scurrying right up to his feet and bouncing off of the ropes again. “Take this, James Barret!” he screams and bolts towards the larger and much more Japanese man he is facing right now, that is certainly not James Barret for reference. Kiyoshi shakes his head at maybe the most girly run ever seen in a FIW ring, done by the Shooter himself as he reaches out to scale up Nakahata’s leg. Unfortunately for him, the White Haired Warrior isn’t kneeling, so he just falls right into the waiting arms of the Judo Sensei who nails a STO! CM: Where’s the space tornado?! Where’d it go?! He only does this when it is near! I wanna see it! JH: S! T! Kiyoshi! CL: Gah! Talk about fucking getting your head knocked silly! CM: Hitchen, Conse, I wanna see it! Show me it! I’m a big boy, I can handle it! Show me, show me, show me! JH: Just like that, the favor of the match swings back to the other team! CL: Graver, do some thing! Zesboca, be useful in some capacity! Softly the white locks on top of Nakahata’s head bounce when he shakes it and grabs the Reject and pulls him over to his corner, tagging back in the masked oddity. Moments after doing so the Savior of Sorrow hooks his arm in a quarter nelson over the front of his much smaller foe. Effortlessly he lifts Graver up into the air as Kiyoshi runs into the ropes, and without any mercy Onikage drives his opponent back first onto his knee with the Spinal Shock! When he let’s go, Graver stays on his tippy toes as he howls in pain, groping at his back, though he doesn’t stay there long since the White Haired Warrior nails him with a lariat! JH: Talk about a deadly combo that could end this match! CL: Tap dancing Satan on ice! Graver was fucking turned inside out! CM: Meh, that was mildly decent. JH: That was quite impressive in my opinion! CL: Yeah, but your opinion means jack shit. CM: That it does, that it does. Upon Mark Jackson’s command Kiyoshi Nakahata exits the ring and walks out onto the apron, while his partner scoops up the limp form of the Flycore Champion. Roughly he throws him into a standing head scissors position and hooks both arms, the fans knowing what is coming. Or, at least they thought they did, Graver rears back his skull and hits the masked oddity right where his most pleasure family belongings reside at, dropping him down to a knee. Seeing an opportunity when he sees it, the Minister of Awesomocity lays in several right and left jabs to the cranium of his foe, trying to hammer him down. CL: Yes! Fucking take that you sheep fucker! CM: I can only get a small amount of enjoyment out of this. On the one hand, the freak is getting his butt kicked right now. On the other hand, it is that smelly weirdo Graver doing the beating. JH: Onikage was just a few seconds away from victory! If he had hit the Flavor of the Month it would’ve been all over! CL: Naw, Graver just would’ve trumped him with the Superman Ice Cream Kick, nothing beats Superman Ice Cream. CM: Nightmare has his own flavored ice cream now? JH: …Oi… “This one is for you, pool boy” he growls out when he flips off Kiyoshi and heads back towards the ropes, coming out of them with a full head of steam. Easily he scales up the Savior of Sorrow’s knee and drives his fist right onto the top of his skull, bringing the two of them down in a pile. With using Onikage as his cushion for the fall, the Straight Edge Fuckamaniac starts to push off of him, only for the other champion to grab a hold of him! Despite his best efforts to avoid it the Straight Edge Artist locks in For Whom the Bell Tolls! CM: No! Any thing but that! JH: It’s For Whom the Bell Tolls! For Whom the Bell Tol- CL: Shut up Hitchen, just shut the fuck up! CM: Graver, I can’t believe I’m saying this but…do some thing! Get out of that hold! JH: This could be it! Graver might’ve countered out of Flavor of the Month, but I don’t think he’ll be able to get out of this! CL: Gargh! This isn’t fucking over! Do some thing Graver! You’re the leader of Awesomocity, do some thing awesome! When she notices her partner is in trouble, even if she doesn’t like him, Zesboca hops over the top rope and runs into the ring. But she is cut off by Onikage’s tag partner, Kiyoshi, who avoids a right hand by her only to grab her and nail the White Hole Slam! Instinctively he floats it right over into the Dojime Sleeper as the fans go nuts, Mark focusing on the legal men in the ring as opposed to Kiyoshi and Zesboca. “Fuck!” is the muffled cry the Flycore Champion makes with the fingers in his mouth, not being able to move the extra two hundred and fifty pounds, he does all he can, he taps! JH: That’s it! That’s it! Onikage and Kiyoshi win it! CL: Shut your fucking face Hitchen, shut your fucking face! CM: Not again! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: Rake up another victory for Onikiyoshi! CL: Oh real fucking cute, just you all fucking wait till Graver gets his hands on Onikage one on one! CM: Get your hands off of that lovely woman, Nakahata! We don’t treat them that way here; maybe you do in Japan, but not here! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by submission…KIIIIIIIYOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHIIIIIIII NNNNNNAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAATAAAAAAA~! AND~! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAGE~!!! ”Simple Survival” starts playing over the sound system for the second time tonight and the fans give a applause to the winning team. Both men release their submissions and get to their feet as Mark Jackson raises their arms in victory, the applause growing a bit louder. They shake each other’s hands and look to be on their way, Onikage heading towards the side of the ring that leads back into the crowd and Kiyoshi heads to the side that leads to the entrance way. Before either leaves the ring however from one of the other sides a pink haired blur hops over the guard rail and into the ring, attacking the UIC from behind with a forearm! Leaning against the ropes chest first he is defenseless when Momoko starts raining forearm shots and punches down onto him, and pulls out some thing. Using the staple gun she pulled out, she starts stapling the Savior of Sorrow’s back as much as she possibly can! All this ruckus brings Kiyoshi’s attention back around and he sees the scene, barreling right towards Wakari to stop her from doing any more. JH: It’s Momoko! What is she doing here?! CM: I don’t know, but I like what she’s doing! Unfortunately for Nakahata, Graver’s got enough of his wits to low blow him and quickly gets up, hooking both of his arms and driving him down with the Vicinity of Obscenity! The Straight Edge Fuckamaniac kips up and spits on Kiyoshi, looking to aid Momoko in beating down the masked oddity. Bad luck is just going all around however, as Zesboca connects with the Flying Angel to the back of Graver’s cranium! The women continue to hammer their respected men, Zesboca pushing Graver out of the ring and Momoko nailing a few kidney punches on Onikage! Devani exits the ring after the Shooter and peaks under the ring, a few moments later coming back out with a table in hand! Carefully she sets it up and picks the Flycore Champion up, tossing him on top of the wooden construct. Mean while Momoko screams at the masked oddity in the ring in a mixture of Japanese and English, the basic jist is her being enraged by his words earlier. Though he manages to avoid it connecting fully, she drives a staple right into the eye hole of his leather mask! CL: Damn fucking straight! Take out that bastard’s eyes! CM: Woo! We have a table on the outside! Back outside the ring Zesboca hops up onto the apron and points down at her foe that is lifeless on the table to a cheer from the fans in attendance. With agility on her side, she hops up on the turnbuckle and heads straight to the top of it, looking down below her…before she jumps and hits a senton splash, sending the two of them through the table! Tossing away the staple gun, Momoko starts trying to grab a hold of and trying to rip the Savior of Sorrow’s mask! Security floods into the ring and tries to break the two up as EMTs rush out to check on Zesboca & Graver! JH: A SENTON SPLASH STRAIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! DAAAAAAAAANGERRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOUUUUUUSSSSSS~!!! CL: Aw, security is ruining my fun of watching the sheep fucker get abused in odd manners. |
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JH: It’s time for the six person tag main event and what a match is should be. CL: Yeah, the Arabian Squires lead by Sore Loser versus Team Want-to-Beat-Each-Other-Senseless should be great. Conse’s sarcasm is almost undetectable… to the deaf CM: Are you calling Prime a sore loser? I thought you liked Prime? CL: I do, but that doesn’t stop me pointing out what he did to Tony Clarke last week was the act of a sore loser. CM: You’d be sore to if- CL: If Xtreme Kitten punched me in the face as hard and as many times as he did Prime? Yes, yes I would be. CM: I was going to say if you were screwed out of the Dual Crown championship. CL: Screwed? CM: Prime had it won all he needed was time. CL: Time to get turned into a vegta- JH: HEY! As sure as I am that some of our viewers would love to hear you to argue for the rest of the night, the rest of us want to see a match so could you shut up! CM: Gee what got you undies in a bunch? CL: His balls finally dropped. MA: Ladies, gentlemen, and children old enough to watch the following contest is tonight’s MAAAAAAIIIIINNNN event and is a six person tag match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first- Sun shine lollipops and rainbows everything is wonderful is what I feel when we're together! Brighter than a lucky penny when y*u hear the raindr*ps disap*ear* de*r and I fe*l so *ine just *o k*ow t**t yo* are mine! The slow opening of Blood, milk, and sky signals for the lights to slowly die down until there is nothing but a flashing strobelight facing the entrance. The siren sings a Lonely song of all the Wants and hungers of all the Wants and hungers After moments when the music starts to pick up, Crackerjack moves onto the stage slowly and stands at the stages’ edge right at the stairs. Looking down to the left, Crackerjack suddenly jerks his head to the right to get a full glance in that direction. Moving forward again slowly, Crackerjack makes his way down the three steps one at a time. 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. MA: From the alleys of New York, USA, weighing in at three hundred and nineteen pounds… CRACKEEEERRRRRJACK! "Defy You" by Offspring begins to play and Kailey strides toward the ring, waving to the fans and acknowledging those with signs and banners with a thumbs up. When she reaches the ring, she slides in between the middle and top ropes then waves to the crowd as she moves to her corner, keeping a very keen eye on Crackerjack. MA: And his partner from Nashville, Tennessee, USA, weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven… KAILEY LANE!! 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. MA: And their partner from Shoal Bay, New South Wales, Australia and weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, he is the Dual Crown Champion, though he doesn’t have the belts with him, he is… XTREME KITTEN! CL: Seriously, who put this team together? CM: Our glorious leader, Krähe. JH: Who else would put fill a team with people that want to hurt each other? CL: Every heel authority figure this or any other company has ever had. CM: Hitchen, Conse is making no sense again, all the authorise in F.I.W. have worn flat shoes. JH: Indeed… well except Madison, she wore heels on occasion. CL: Orion Oldriod used to wear hooker heels backstage. CM: Lies, filthy lies, Orion was a great flat shoe wearing man, who told you he wore heels? CL: Xtreme Kitten. 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. Xtreme Kitten heads to the ropes before Prime can get into the ring, but Tony Clarke gets in his way. Prime tells Tony to let Xtreme Kitten go and Tony shrugs and lets Kitten at him, Kitten reaches to grab Prime but he drops from the apron and tries to trip Xtreme Kitten but he steps back to safety. MA: And their opponent’s starting with the man at ringside, he weighs in at three hundred and ten pounds, the Excellence of Evil… PRIME! 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 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 and Prince Kashmir, followed by Maj’s manager General Kumar Singh. Maj and Kashmir are wearing they’re wrestling gear, while the General is wearing an all white suit, with a white turban. They grin, as the crowd boo the three Indians. Maj and the General are not paying attention, and instead they start to make there way down the ramp, followed by Prince Kashmir: who stopped to make sure his hair is in place. [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] The Arabian Knights come down to the ring and slide 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 partners accompanied to the ring by General Kumar Singh, form Bombay and New Delhi, India, weight a combined total of four hundred and sixty pounds they are the ARABIAN KNIGHTS! Prime climbs into the ring after the announcements have finished. Tony Clarke quickly pats down, Xtreme Kitten, Kailey and Crackerjack before switching to the other side; quickly the Arabian Knights are searched without incident Prime however takes a little longer. As Tony goes to pat Prime down Prime shoves him away, Tony orders Prime to submit to the search but Prime tells him to go away and threatens him with the same treatment he gave him last week. Tony unfazed by the threat goes to pat Prime down again and again Prime shoves him away. Tony now threatens Prime with disqualification before the match has even started. JH: Tony Clarke wont let Prime escape the rules tonight, already threatening to disqualify Prime. CM: This is complete bullshit; Tony Clarke should be down on his knees thanking Prime that he hasn’t beaten him to a pulp yet. CL: Calling a match before anyone has been hit wouldn’t be a good move, we’d have to fill the gap in the broadcast and I don’t think I could sit out here with you two for the rest of the show talking with no chance of blood shed in the ring without snapping and getting blood from either of you. JH: Well it doesn’t look like that will happen but I think it was the right call, Tony Clarke needs to show Prime; who is in charge of the match before he gets too far out of line. Not wanting to waste a chance to hurt the champ he submits to the search which yields nothing. Tony Clarke quickly goes over the rules and tells the teams to send out two so the match can get underway. Quickly Xtreme Kitten yells out that he’ll start for his team before the other two have a chance to claim it, not that yelling out counts, Crackerjack shrugs and steps out of the ring, Kailey glares at Kitten for a moment and he stares back at her, he sticks out his jaw and tells her to get it over with now so he can start the match, Kailey thinks about it and even sets up to kick Kitten in the face but then just steps out of the ring saying she’ll get him later. Kailey keeps her distance from Crackerjack; who is also keeping out of Kailey’s reach, the pair keep an eye on each other as they stand on the apron. On the other side of the ring Maj and Kashmir quickly discuss who will start, Maj obviously the more eager of the two, Kashmir steps out and Maj slaps Prime on the shoulder and tells him he’ll start. Prime glares at Maj and merely picks up his team member and stands him on the other side of the ropes. Maj just looks at Prime and acts like he’s with Prime on the fact that Prime should start the match. [align=center]DING DING! [/align] Prime rushes Xtreme Kitten and tries to grab him but Xtreme Kitten ducks under and dashes away and stands with his back to the Arabian Knights but just out of their reach. Prime and Kitten circle the ring each gets around to their respective corners before Kitten steps in toward the centre of the ring, SLAP! Before Prime and move in Maj leans over the top rope and tags himself in. JH: Maj Tahal with a surprise tag before Prime and Kitten have even laid a hand on each other, Prime can’t be pleased about that. CL: Of course he’s not he wants to tear Xtreme Kitten’s head off and that soft cock Maj is getting in his way. CM: Getting in his way? No, Tahal is a master strategist; he’s wants to keep Xtreme Kitten guessing with quick tags I bet. Prime turns around in confusion and a little bit of anger as Maj slings over the top rope and politely gestures for Prime to get out of the ring. Prime slowly does so and when on the apron tries to tag back in but Maj leans out of reach before turning into Kitten’s boot, which hits right in the stomach knocking Maj back a few steps, Prime swings for a tag but misses as Kitten whips Maj across the ring into his corner. Kitten wastes time mocking Prime with a bit of shadow boxing and raising his hands in victory. CM: Fucking freak thinks he can mock Prime and get away with it. Kitten turns around and charges at Tahal: at the last possible moment, Tahal lifts himself to the middle turnbuckle and leaps over Kitten, Tahal rolls through the landing and back onto his feet Prime swings for another tag but Maj is out of reach much to the amusement of Tahal. JH: Well what ever Kitten had planned didn’t connect but I do believe he got away with mocking Prime. CM: Shut up. Unlike Tahal Xtreme Kitten wasn’t out of reach of the tag even though he managed to stop himself from hitting the corner by putting his foot against the turnbuckle. Crackerjack steps into the ring slowly and Xtreme Kitten steps out onto the apron keeping his eye on Kailey. JH: Crackerjack in against Maj Tahal but I don’t think Maj realises. CL: He’ll know soon enough. Crackerjack picks up the speed once in the ring and charges Tahal as he turns around and blasts him with a clothesline. CL: See now he knows. Crackerjack picks Maj back up and throws him to the ropes and unloads two hard body shots before whipping him across the ring. Crackerjack ducks for a back body drop in the middle of the ring but Maj is too aware and leaps over and hits the ropes, Crackerjack stands up in confusion only to get blasted in the back of the head with a spinning heel kick. Maj rushes back to his feet, Crackerjack almost unaffected by the kick pushes himself up to all fours quickly. Maj pulls Crackerjack up to kneeling and delivers a dropkick. Maj makes a quick cover. [align=center]1! 2! Crackerjack throws Maj off of him. [/align] Maj lands not far from Crackerjack, he quickly scrambles to his feet and backs into the nearest corner; which happens to be his own, crouched ready to uncoil with a Bhaia. Crackerjack gets up to his two feet and Maj pushes out of the corner but Prime tags in before he is out of reach. Maj puts the breaks on immediately and stares at Prime for a moment before hopping out of the ring, Prime hops out of the corner quickly to make sure Maj can’t tag him. Prime locks up with Crackerjack in a collar and elbow tie up, neither one gains the clear upperhand and Prime breaks the hold with a knee to the gut. Crackerjack steps back but then unloads a hard body shot, Prime fires off a punch to the head but Crackerjack seems unaffected. The two go back and forth striking each other but Prime gains the upper hand with a rake of the face he then hops back into the ropes for momentum. JH: Another blind tag. Prime turns quickly only to catch a glimpse of Prince Kashmir standing on the top rope before he jumps high over head to hit a crossbody on Crackerjack. Tony forces Prime out of the ring. Kashmir is quickly back to his feet, he stomps Crackerjack a few times before jumping up and hitting a standing star press. CM: Maharashtra! CL: FLIPPITY-FLOP-FUCKWIT-TRA! Prince Kashmir hooks with leg for a cover. [align=center]1! [/align] CM: No, Kashmir the plan is to tag quickly and hurt the other masked freak! [align=center]2! [/align] CL: Looks like Prince Kashmir missed that part of the briefing. [align=center]Kick out up Crackerjack. [/align] JH: Close but Crackerjack still has the energy to kick out. Kashmir gets up and goes to the corner to voluntarily tag out to Maj but Prime gets the tag first and quickly walks down the apron to avoid a tag, he steps in at a neutral corner as Crackerjack gets back up. Prime barrels in with a hard clothesline, he picks Crackerjack up by the mask and waist of his pants and throws him between the top and middle turnbuckle and shoulder first into the opposition’s corner. Prime points at Kitten and tells him to get in but before Kitten can make the tag Kailey has slapped Crackerjack’s back and is in the ring, she stays away from her corner to avoid anything happening like what has been happening in the opposition corner. CM: Oh this isn’t good. CL: Kailey is going to get her some of Prime. CM: More likely Kailey is going to get hurt standing between Prime and what he wants, which would cause a conflict in my mind and well I hate having to think about things that could lead to discovering stuff, stuff that might change me JH: As much as I don’t like the idea of Kailey hurting Prime, that makes it more appealing, what if Kailey hurt Prime. CL: It would be awesome. CM: No it would suck just as bad, I like the way I am you know. JH: Well you’re the only one. CM: Nah, Constance’s mum likes me, she likes me all night. CL: So mum has herself a man toy half her age, good on her and Chip is dating within his league… seems like a win win. CM: Are you saying I couldn’t do better then your mum? CL: Are you saying you’re too good for my mother?! With that awkward silence creating statement we move on. Prime tells Kailey to get to tag XK in but she ignores his demand and instead dashes in with a quick kick to the inner thigh followed by a harder kick to the ribs that leaves Prime stunned. Kailey rushes to the ropes and comes back ducks under his arm and floats over his back into an arm drag. Prime scrambles to his feet and charges his smaller opponent; Kailey uses the momentum to throw Prime with another arm drag but this time Kailey holds on and floats into a cross armbar. Prime manages to stand up and raises Kailey with a plan to slam her but Kailey unhooks her feet and spins under his arm into an arm ringer, Kailey back of Prime’s head and pushes so Prime rolls onto his back before applying a short arm scissor. Xtreme Kitten thanks to the urging of Lucy leans over the top rope, pats Kailey on top of the head, Tony calls it a tag causing Kailey to get up and protest the call. JH: I’m confused was Xtreme Kitten Kailey’s head ‘cause he wanted in the match or because she was doing a good job? CL: Think about it for a second and you’ll realise how stupid that sounds, when Xtreme Kitten ever told anyone they are doing a good job? JH: Good point. Meanwhile Prime has started to get up and Kitten steps into the ring to a cheer from the crowd who sound like they want to see Prime and Kitten continue from last week. XK kicks Prime in the shoulder of his sore arm dropping him to the mat. Prime rolls out of the ring and walks around ringside stretching out his arm. Xtreme Kitten follows, he kicks Prime in the upper arm again causing him to stumble in pain but Prime recovers and turns around with a hard punch to the face of Kitten, Kitten fires off an elbow and Prime hits another hard punch, Kitten kicks Prime in the sore arm and Prime grabs him by the throat and tries to bend him backwards over the barricade. CM: That’s it snap the freak in two! JH: Prime is strong but he’s not that strong not with only one good arm. CL: It wont stop him from trying. It’s at this point Kailey and Clarke notice the match has continued without them. Clarke goes to the ropes and starts counting. [align=center]1! [/align] Prime looks at Tony and presses down harder. [align=center]2! 3! [/align] Kailey walks over to the ropes and eyes up Prime. [align=center]4! [/align] Kailey springboards onto the top rope getting Prime’s attention as she does so, Kailey then leaps off the ropes getting great height, Prime steps towards the ring to try and avoid her but it’s too little too late as she crashes into him with a vertical body press. JH: GOOD SWEEEEEEEEEEEET CHRIST SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA FROM KAILEY LANE! CM: She hit the wrong won; I swear she was aiming for the masked freak. CL: In your dreams. CM: No in my dreams she does far better things with hurt Xtreme Kitten. Tony Clarke is shocked by the move and more so by the fact Kailey can stand after hitting the move, she turns around to the ring only to get hit by Prince Kashmir; who flew over the top rope with a tope con hilo that seemed to almost be in slow motion and also took out Xtreme Kitten; who was standing right behind Kailey. Crackerjack drops off the apron to get himself into the action and grabs Kashmir as he gets up and throws him into the ring apron before whipping him into the stairs. Crackerjack slowly walks towards Kashmir; whose sitting against the stairs in pain, but before he can cause more damage Maj Tahal sprints around the corner CM: BHAIA! Crackerjack is lucky to still have his shoes on after that spear. Maj quickly pulls Xtreme Kitten from the stack of bodies and rolls him into the ring. Tahal follows in and whips Kitten into his corner, Tahal follows in with jumping splash, he bounces back and lays a clothesline into XK. Tony Clarke pulls Tahal away from the Dual Crown champion and tells him to get out of the ring because he’s not the legal man, speaking of the legal man he is up and has just slide into the ring. Prime rushes into the corner with a shoulder charge, he holds onto the ropes and delivers another one. Maj noticing what’s happening rushes to the corner and hopes over the ropes onto the apron and tags in. Prime looks greatly annoyed that Tahal is interrupting him again but gets out of the ring quickly. CM: What team work, they are like a well oiled machine. CL: Well you are right about the oiled part. Tahal shoots back over the ropes and pulls XK out of the corner hits him and a European uppercut the staggers the champion. Maj runs to the ropes and almost falls onto his face as Crackerjack grabs his ankle, Maj turns around to scream obscenities at Jack but is cut off when Kitten runs in from behind with an elbow to the back of the head. CM: They are cheating! CL: They are acting like a team. Xtreme Kitten throws Maj into the corner where Crackerjack hops onto the apron. Crackerjack tags Kitten; who doesn’t mind. Kitten pulls Maj out of the corner and applies a sloppy abdominal stretch, Crackerjack lines up and boots Tahal in the ribs, Kitten drops Maj to the mat and leaves the ring. JH: Conse is right they are acting like a team. CL: When am I ever wrong? CM: When you chose Tier over Toan, you were wrong then. Crackerjack picks Tahal up and hits several hard body shot before whipping him to the ropes and this time delivers with back body drop. Crackerjack turns around to see his handy work only to get hit with a spring board dropkick from Prince Kashmir; who rolls around holding his back afterwards. Tony gets Kashmir out of the ring quickly and looks on as Maj gets to his feet, Tahal lines Crackerjack up and runs in when he’s on his feet but Crackerjack ducks under the extended ar and lies in wait as Tahal turns right into a seated chokeslam CL: Visions of Nell! JH: Cover! Crackerjack has the leg hooked [align=center]1! 2! Prime breaks the count! [/align] Prime stomps Crackerjack repeatedly, picks him up and throws him into Kitten’s corner telling Kitten to tag in but like last time Kailey is the one with the tag. Prime looks furious that she has got in his way again but it’s not his way which he finds out when Tony Clarke stops him from going after Kailey, he orders him back to his corner when Maj is propped up. Prime slaps Maj’s shoulder and tries to step in but Maj wasn’t the legal man, Kashmir is. Prince Kashmir circles with Kailey for a moment before dashing in, they tie up, Kailey with a collar and elbow takedown, she tries for the Tangled Web but Kashmir gets into the ropes. Kailey gets up and knees Kashmir in the face as he gets up, she then pushes him into the corner and hits a jumping knee strike before tossing Kashmir away from the turnbuckles, she jumps to the top rope and off again with the Kailey Klub. Kailey rolls Kashmir over and hooks the leg. JH: Kailey Klub and cover! [align=center]1! CM: She’s hit the wrong person I tell you. [align=center]2! Prime breaks the count again! Prime stomps Kailey in the back of the head and throws her into the corner like did Crackerjack and tells Kitten to tag in, Kitten does so with no hesitation and steps through the ropes, Prime tries for Kitten but Tony Clarke gets between them and tells Prime to get back to his corner, Prime stares at Kitten and Clarke then huffs before going to the corner when Prince Kashmir lay as if he is crawling to the ropes. Prime tags in but once again it’s on the wrong person, out of the corner of his eye Clarke watch Maj drag Kashmir to the corner and tag in while Prime was hesitant in going to the corner. Tahal enters the ring with a smile and charges Kitten the two lock up and Tahal gains the advantage with an arm wrench, Kitten rolls through and nips up with a forearm to Tahal’s face, Tahal retaliates in kind, the two get in a forearm contest JH: This is going to end badly for Maj CL: I can’t understand why people get in striking battles with Xtreme Kitten; I can’t remember an instance where it worked out well for the other person. Maj begins to weaken after five forearms, noticing his client in distress the General hops onto the apron getting Tony’s attention, Maj now out of the view of the official kicks Kitten between the legs causing him to double over. Maj hoist XK up for a flapjack then calls in Kashmir JH: What are they doing? Kashmir hits ropes in the opposition corner first knocking Crackerjack off the apron with a back elbow before springing forward and charging his partner CL: I have no clue. Kashmir jumps up and catches Kitten’s head under his arm as Tahal drops back. CM: SSSSAAAAAATTTTYYYYAAAAMMMEEEEVVVVAAAAAA JJJJJAAAYYYYYAAAATTTTEEEE! Kashmir rolls out of the ring and the General; who looks as happy as man that just got a hand job from a supermodel, drops from the apron as Maj makes the cover, even Prime looks happy. [align=center]1! 2! Kailey breaks the count! [/align] With soccer kicks to the exposed ribs of Maj, she lays them in quick and hard causing him to roll away she follow him for a moment before going back to her corner. Xtreme Kitten rolls over and starts to sit up groggy and barely away of where he is he follow the sound of Lucy’s voice as she tells him to tag out, luckily Lucy is standing near Kitten’s corner. Kailey tags in and steps back into the ring, she dashes in an hits a swinging neck breaker on Maj as he stands doubled over holding his ribs, Kailey floats through into a reverse side headlock but Maj gets his feet into the ropes. Tony Clarke asks for a break and Kailey holds on for a moment. [align=center]1! 2! 3! [/align] Kailey breaks the hold and gets up. Kailey kicks Maj in the back as he gets up, she runs to the far ropes and comes back fast Maj jumps out of her way and stumbles into Kitten corner. Maj walks backwards into the ropes with Kitten standing around the corner looking Maj, Maj realises where he is but he has no way out as Kailey is right in front of him. Kitten swings around the corner and throws a roundhouse kick at the back of Maj’s head with Kailey throws a pinning roundhouse kick at the same target, Maj ducks to evade Kailey and unwittingly ducks Kitten’s kick as well. Unlike in a overly choreographed fight scene Kitten and Kailey do not connect with each other, Kailey lands on her feet and Kitten ends up straddling the top rope in great pain. Maj stands up thinking he is safe when Kailey tires for the second part of Tornado Alley, again Maj ducks and this time Kailey hits Kitten sending off the rope and too the unforgiving floor, it’s unsure whether Kitten is happy or not about the fact. CM: SHE FINALLY GOT HIM! JH: Miscommunication on the part of XK and Kailey there. CM: And awesome reflexes on part of the Indian of Mass Destruction! Maj knees Kailey in the stomach and hoist her upside-down and runs towards his own corner dropping back just short of turnbuckles. CM: LOTUS! CL: As much as I hate him, that was a damn fine running brainbuster. Maj stands up to admire his handing work, SLAP! CL: Prime just tagged in! Prime steps into the ring and tells Maj to get out as he covers Kailey with a tight cover as if she was able to put up a fight. [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] Maj looks upset that Prime got the pin after he did the work but seems happy about the win. Clarke calls for the bell MA: Here are your winners by pin fall, the ARABIAN KNIGHTS and PRIME! Prince Kashmir and Maj Tahal ignore Tony Clarke as he tries to raise their hands and walk around the ring to where Lucy is tending to XK. Prince Kashmir and Maj stare at Lucy, she stands up and looks for her chain, she left on the other side of the corner, she slides into the ring and tries to pick it up but Kashmir; who followed her in kicks the chain off the apron. JH: Leave her allow, you won the match, leave her out of this. CL: Strike battles and Lucy, why do people not learn to stay away from these things when Xtreme Kitten is involved? Tahal and Kashmir start to talk to Lucy trying to convince her that she should give herself a subcontinent treat and well there just happen to be two in front of her. Lucy scoffs at them and they laugh saying that everyone knows Aussie males as shit lays and that Kashmir and Tahal have added many positions to Karma Sutra. CM: Hey you can’t blame them from wanting to get closer to Lucy. JH: I don’t think it matters why they have her cornered. CL: Not anymore. Xtreme Kitten has slid into the ring behind Maj and Kashmir he throws Tahal away and starts laying into Kashmir with elbows and knees. Tahal comes back and pulls Kitten from Kashmir and hits a European uppercut, Kitten retaliates with a throat thrust, he grabs Maj ready for a headbutt but Prime charges from behind and hits an elbow to the back of Kitten’s head dropping him to the mat. Prime, Tahal and Kasmir start to put the boots into Kitten as he tries to get back up. Lucy gets out of the ring to grab her chain but before she can wrap it around her arm Crackerjack hits the ring and nails Kashmir with a big boot and he then starts wildly throwing punches at Tahal and Prime giving Kitten time to get up. Kitten gets to his feet just in time as Crackerjack is starting to lose a three on one battle, Xtreme Kitten joins the fray and kicks Kashmir half way across the ring with a front kick to the sternum. Prime hits Kitten in the body and lays clubbing blows to the back while Tahal kicks Crackerjack in the groin, though Tahal’s aim was off as he only caught the inner thigh and Crackerjack retaliates with a hard haymaker sending Tahal stumbling into his partner, they exit the ring and watch on as Kitten gets space between himself and Prime to fire off a vicious roundhouse kick to Prime’s worked over arm. Prime clutches his arm and rolls out of the ring to regroup with the Arabian Knights, Lucy with her chain around her arm stands with Crackerjack and XK. The two opposing forces stare off. JH: Let it stop there. CL: That's all we have time for tonight folks, for these two bitches known as Hitchen and Chip, I'm Constance, we'll see you next week- With the words stuck in his throat, the three members of the FIW announce team stare as a cigarette butt skips off the front of their desk and bounces onto the floor. A figure steps out from the curtain behind them and after Shanghaiing himself a headset the camera focuses on the returning Ragin’. Ragin’: “-you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it now would you?.” He throws the headset down and grins wickedly.
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