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| Minister Wighty | Jun 16 2007, 04:46 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]The bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal With the bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a fuckin' minute I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a second I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh la la la oo~oh The bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal With the bass The rock The mic The treble I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a fuckin' minute I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a second I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I don't find it funny right now Right now I want my m-m-m-money right now Now I'm on my way to the party right now Right now I don't find it funny right now Right now I want my m-m-m-money right now Now I'm on my way to the party right now Right now Because the break The break THE BREAK I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP. I can't wait for you to shut me up and make me Hit my BADASS I can't wait for you to shut me up SHUT. IT. UP.[/align] [align=center] Copyright 2007, Full Intensity Wrestling in associate with Sporkco. Studios[/align] |
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| Minister Wighty | Jun 16 2007, 05:09 AM Post #2 |
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JH: Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Friday Night ReVolt! CL: We got the Hellcats back in action for only the second time in FIW; we got the classic battle between youth and experience; CM: Momoko Wakari gets her next challenger named, and we get to see if the next in line for any other chucks of gold actually deserve it. JH: But before all that, we’re going straight into the fray CM: Wait... why's Dragon in the ring? JH: Ah yes, shortly before we went on air Dragon came to the ring and made a open challenge to any one in the back to face him. CL: Cutting a fucking brilliant promo. CM: It was great. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is now the opening bout on this edition of Friday Night ReVolt. It is scheduled for one fall to a finish with a fifteen minute time limit. And it is an open challenge by Dragon which any FIW employed wrestler may answer. So without further ado, Dragon’s opponent is… 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] ”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. CL: Sucks to be Dragon right about now. CM: Shame after all that charisma he showed. JH: Extreme Ninja #2 returns to action only two weeks after being set on fire! MA: Hailing from Detroit, Michigan and weighing two hundred pounds, he stands tonight at five feet and ten inches…HE! IS! EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRRRREMMMMMMMMMMMME NNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNJAAAAAAAAAAA NNNNNUMMMMMMMMMMBERRRRRRR TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!! CL: He’s like that stupid pink bunny with the battery shoved up it’s ass, he keeps going and going. CM: I wished he’d go…away! JH: Dragon sure has a tall order in front of him, a former Cruiserweight and Flycore Champion. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Dragon looks none too happy at all the cheers the mute ninja is getting from the Seattle fans, pointing at him and signaling that he’s going to break the ninja in half. Gracefully and a bit anticlimactically EN #2 simply side steps the charging lizard and sticks his leg out to the side, causing Dragon to face plant onto the mat. Sloppily the former champion writes some thing down on his sign and holds it up for all the fans to see, and they cheer him on as he begins to dance. Busting out break dances moves that haven’t seen the light of day since the eighties and maybe even the seventies, Ninja leaps into the air and performs a standing shooting star leg drop! CM: Ugh, not that! JH: It’s the Bust a Move! CL: Sit down Bitchen before I smack you. CM: Yeah, really, sit down! You’re embarrassing us too with those horrid dance moves! JH: Come on guys! Get in the spirit! CL: I swear I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you and make it look like a fucking accident. In utter agony Dragon grasps at his throat as he coughs and gasps for air, rolling away from his masked attacker. To yet another hearty cheer from the fans Extreme Ninja #2 kips right up to his feet and erases with his sleeve what his sign says and starts writing again. Desperately the jobber reaches out and gets the middle rope, using it to pull him up to one knee, unfortunately, that is just what EN #2 wanted him to do. In the blink of an eye Ninja performs his infamous finishing maneuver and covers Dragon for the pin fall. JH: I STEP ON YOU! CL: After showing shades of Ragin’, Tier, Silent Rage and other such great legends in his pre-show promo…Dragon loses to Ninja… [align=center]1![/align] CM: There is no justice in this world, none at all. JH: You never know guys, Dragon might kick out! [align=center]2![/align] CL: No, he won’t. he’s still a J.T.T.S. CM: He knows Justin Timberlake? [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner by pin fall…EXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRREEEEEMMMMMMMMEEEE NNNNNNNNNIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNJAAAAAAA NNNNNNUUMMMMMMMMMMBERRRRRR TWOOOOOOOOOOO~!!! JH: A impressive and quick victory for Ninja in his first match since Deadlock! ”Another Body Murdered” reprises over the sound system as EN #2 gets up to a knee and the referee raises his arm in victory. Gently he pats the dazed Dragon on the chest before he gets up to his feet and holds up his sign, it reads “Winn-ah~!” much to the delight of the fans. The legion of Extreme Ninja look-a-likes in the front row bow before him with signs like “Welcome Back!” and “Our Savior has Returned!” Cheerfully Ninja slaps a few of the fans’ hands as he heads to the back, the FIW officials attend to the still dazed Dragon in the ring. JH: A well-fought match from Dragon. And let's get a hand for the FIW officials, helping him to the back. CL: Or, y'know. We could just ignore him and get on with the next match. MA: The following contest, our first of the evening, is scheduled for One Fall to a Fifteen Minute Time Limit! The arena’s lights fade to a dim darkness as “Becoming Insane” begins it’s steady techno beat, as it does red and white lights swirl around the arena until a big cheer is heard as from the entrance curtains jumps Justin Insane. He’s bouncing around to the beat as it kicks itself into overdrive and Justin jumps the steps and then runs towards the ring with super speed, sliding in to the ring, he slides to the other side just by the ropes and stands to a big pop from the crowd… MA: Introducing first; Weighing in at one hundred and ninety two pounds… coming from Insaneville… he is the Insane Luchador! JUSTTTIIIIIINNNNNNNN SANNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! …As he hears the announcement he Hulk Hogan like rips the t-shirt from his body, then bounces up and down on the ropes in a fashion of a hyper-active person, really getting pumped as well as the fans before going to his respective corner and sitting down, awaiting the match to commence. The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage… [align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did Still Alive And Kicking I'm Better Now, I'm Awake Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)[/align] MA: And his partner, from Leamington Spa, England; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Eight pounds… This. Is. EEEEEEEEEEEELLLLRIIIIIIIIIIICCCKK!!!! …The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. MA: And their opponents; first, from Houston Texas, weighing in tonight at Two hundred and Eight pounds, the Dynamo, SHAWN WIIIIIIIILLSSSOOOOOOONN!!!! The trumpets blast as "Get It Up" begins on the PA system. Shaun steps from the back and stops in front of the steps and takes a knee. Blue pyro fires from the ReVoltrons to the roof of the arena. He hops up to his feet and heads down the stairs to the ring. He talks trash and taunts the crowd as he bounces to the ring. He runs up the stairs and climbs through the ropes. He climbs the middle turnbuckle and talks more trash to the crowd, he thens raises both arms in the air. He jumps down and snatches off his hoodie tossing it out of the ring as he stretches. [align=center] [/align]The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Attack” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and red strobe lights begin to flicker on and off. [align=center]I WON'T SUFFER, BE BROKEN GET TIRED, OR WASTED SURRENDER TO NOTHING I'LL GIVE UP WHAT I STARTED AND STOPPED IT FROM END TO BEGINNING A NEW DAY IS COMING AND I AM FINALLY FREE[/align] MA: And his partner, from Fairfield Connecticut; weighing in tonight at a Phenomenal Two Hundred and Forty pounds, the Phenomenal One… SEAN MAAAAADRRRRRROOOOOXXXX!!!! The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right. He begins to walk down the steel steps admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as he flips off the crowd. [align=center]RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY I’LL ATTACK RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY GO CHANGE YOURSELF RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY NOW I’LL ATTACK I’LL ATTACK, I’LL AA WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/align] Sean reaches the apron and he jumps up on it looking at both sides, but before he can get his usual X Taunt going, a Springboarding Cross Body from the Insane Luchador wipes him out onto ringside!!! [align=center]Ding?[/align] The bell is hurriedly rung and Elrick joins his gibbering wreck of a partner on the charge to the opposition corner, met half way by Shawn Wilson. All Wilson’s recent hard work meets an ignominious end when Elrick’s shoulder collides with his gut, and he gets Speared straight down, as if the forearm he was about to deck the former FSC with meant nothing. Fists to the face being outlawed in Pro-Wrestling, and Elrick being a face, he has to content himself with slaps. Madrox, irritated enough that his would-be publicist is finding lame gigs, hurls Justin Sane into the guard-rail, before toe-poking Elrick in the face, and returning to his corner. CM: Ouch. Looks like the Phenomenal One is taking his myriad of frustrations out on the world. JH: What does that man actually have to be frustrated at? CM: Where to begin… We honestly don’t need Sean Madrox’s problems to be recapped here, so we’ll cut away from the commentary and rejoin the match, where Elrick is champing at the bit to get to Madrox, but the referee is telling him to focus on the legal man. Cleansing Breaths are the order of the day, Elrick tags his now barely recovered partner in, and at high speed, Justin Sane attacks. In true Lucha Libre style, he affects this with a load of armdrags. After the third Wilson stands up, turns to tag in Madrox, and realises he’s actually tagged in The Truth. CM: And now The Truth can show us all what we should be wearing this season at the Albert Hall. CL: The Albert Hall? CM: Yep. He has 2 months of sold-out shows there, this summer. He just moon-lights as a referee. CL: Referee, not Wrestler, Dingbat. Strangely, The Truth signals that it was a legal tag. He walks up to Justin Sane, even more confused than he is in his natural state, and is utterly astounded when a row of knotted handkerchiefs are pulled out of his mask. Sane himself leads some excited applause, and marvels when he tries to snatch his ‘kerchiefs back, only to find they’ve disappeared and turned into a bird. As the bird flies away, The Truth takes a bow and tags Shawn Wilson back in. JH, CM & CL: … After that bizarre interlude, Shawn Wilson tries to take advantage of the fact that Not-Simon Lynn is flailing about for his birdie to return, and just gets, well, flailed. Blaming The Dynamo for the loss of the bird, [it was a dove, you see. A very purdy one;] Sane attacks mercilessly with punches an a gut-buster that causes Wilson to roll away to finally tag in the right guy. Madrox has just enough time to kick his partner in the ribs, before moving on the Insane Luchador. CM: Normal Service Has Been Resumed. Madrox is killing someone. A kneel kick puts Sane down as he tries to move in, and Mr. Phenomenal shows absolutely no intention of letting Elrick anywhere near the ring at this point, grabbing his ankle as he tries to escape. Rib kicking ensues, and Justin Sane finds himself the victim of a Direct Effect! [align=center]One!! Two!! Elrick’s Yakuza Kick Makes The Save!!![/align] The Truth tries to pacify Elrick, in the only way he knows how, but his quarter gets thrown back at him. A slightly more forceful approach is needed to stop him booting in his nemesis’ teeth in, which The Truth reluctantly provides. Rubbing his jaw, Madrox rises to his feet as Justin Sane scampers across to the corner where Elrick is being shepherded; the tag is made, and finally Elrick gets to wring his… JH: COWARD!!! CM: Calm down, Bitchen, and ask yourself, what has Elrick actually done to be worthy of getting his hands on the Phenomenal One? An interesting question, which Hitchen doesn’t really have an answer for, but never mind, the match continues, with Wilson once more blindly charging, and blindly charging into a Powerslam at that! A Cobra Clutch is quickly applied, and as Wilson is rolled over; Madrox spots the danger! JH: Well Done Sim- er… Justin Sane! Sane wipes him out with a springboard rolling Senton, as Elrick bridges over! The only thing stopping Wilson tapping out to the Pain Killer is the fact both arms are trapped! [align]Ding Ding!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner, by Submission… The team of JUSTIN SANE! And… EEEEELLLLRRRRIIIIIIICCCCKKAAAAHHHH!!!! Justin Sane is ecstatic; Elrick, less so. The wrong Shawn/Sean was beaten, so it is with a stern glare that he allows his partner and #1 fan to lead him up to aisle, staring angrily back at the Fighting Spirit Champion, who’s putting his belt to good use, and whipping Wilson with it. JH: This isn’t right…. CM:/b] I know, but he hasn’t brought a more stylish belt to the ring. JH: That’s not what I meant. CM:/b] Eh, the kid needs a lesson. CL: We better go before Bitchen has an aneurism… [align]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] |
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| Minister Wighty | Jun 16 2007, 05:12 AM Post #3 |
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The camera cuts to a video. We get, what appears to be, a lovely view of the English countryside. There's green rolling hills, some sheep on a slope, and even a manor house in the distance. The wind gently rustles through the trees, as this picturesque sight is enjoyed by everyone watch. Then, a voice over begins to speak. It is a deep, posh, English accent. Voice: Throughout the decades, this peice of land has belonged to one family. A family of honour, respect, and class. Now, the son of this family is coming to FIW. The camera cuts to inside somewhere. We are in a sunlit room. It is very expensively decorated, appearing to be inside a manor house, possibly the one seen before. Sitting on two comfortable chairs facing the camera are two people. On the left is a rosy-cheeked man. He has bushy eyebrows, with white hair and sideburns. On his rather large nose balance a pair of small circular glasses. He's wearing a brown/green jacket with a white shirt underneath and a red tie. His trousers are the same colour of the jacket, and he's wearing black shoes on his feet. On the other chair is a woman, sitting up very straight. She has her blonde/grey hair up, and stares at the camera with her hands on her lap. She is wearing a white dress with an almost curtain-like flower pattern. It comes down to her shins, and below that are her lovely white shoes. These two upper class people look at us, before finally the man starts to talk. He is (unsurprisingly) posh and English, with a gruff voice. Man: Hello, my name is Charles Tottington. This is my wife, Camilla. We're here to tell you about our son. Camilla: Our son Colbert is making his way over to the United States of America to get into your wrestling show. Charles: We're supposed to be here to tell you just how good he is. Camilla: Even though Charles wasn't too keen on the idea... Charles: I never said that. I just don't think a real man rolls around half naked, greased up, with a million people watching. Camilla: Never stoppped us that one time... Charles: Camilla! The two look at each other. Eventually they turn back to the camera. Charles: As we were saying. Our son, Sir Colbert Tottington, and his protection, Lord General Mortimer Igneous, will be arriving at your so called FIW in two weeks. Camilla: We want to wish him good luck in his new endeavor. Charles: And if he gives you any lip, smack him on his arse. The camera cuts from this weird scene to a black screen. On there is golden writing, in a posh font, that says: [align=center]Sir Colbert Tottington Two Weeks to go[/align] CM: ... what the hell was that? JH: I... well, words can't really describe. CL: I have an idea. Let's get on with the show and stop caring. JH: This next match should be highly entertaining, if only for the fact that that cheater Ethan Adams is going to get a lesson in humility! CM: Listen to you, Mister fuckin’ Preacher. 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. He soaks up the atmosphere for a minute before continuing to walk down to the ring. 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. MA: The following contest is set for ONE FALL! In the ring at this time, from Cheltenham, England, weighing 217 pounds, LIAM MORTELL!!! 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. [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. CM: Look at this vision of wrestling greatness! He— JH: Here comes Mortell! Ethan gets no time to finish stretching as Liam has met him immediately with a series of forearms, kick-starting this match right away as Ethan tries to back up in the corner to create some separation and get the referee inbetween them, but Liam will not have it until finally the ref tells him to back off, Liam not being one to want to break the rules complies and allows Ethan to step out of the corner, who hits him with a toe kick doubling Liam over, Ethan runs the ropes and knocks him down with a forearm thrust, picking Liam up to snap him over on the follow-up with a Northern Lights suplex! The ref drops quickly to count.. [align=center]1.. 2.. Kickout![/align] JH: This match is kicking off quickly! Adams got caught off guard with Liam’s sudden assault but now the First Wonder of the World seems to have the advantage.. Ethan picks up Liam again but Liam breaks Ethan’s grip, SMACKING him with an open palm chop to Ethan’s built chest, Liam continues the assault with a back elbow that backs Ethan back into the corner, Liam connecting with ANOTHER palm chop before taking him and whipping him into the ropes, but Ethan reverses the whip, picking up Liam on the rebound flapjack style and guillotine-ing him on the ropes throat first! Liam goes down and Ethan poses for the crowd, who some cheer his skill but others boo the fact that he’s using it to hurt Liam. He drops down again for a pin, making sure to hook the leg.. [align=center]1.. 2.. Kickout again![/align] JH: Ethan seems to be getting pissed off now! CM: Those roids must be getting to him, I mean, look at Prime! The guy practically bleeds steroids, and he’s fucking nuts! Ethan’s indeed getting pissed now as he yells at the ref about the slowness of his count which gets some boos from the fans, no matter however as Ethan loads up Liam, wanting to take him over with a double underhook suplex, but Liam blocks the suplex and backdrops Ethan! Surprised, Ethan comes up to his feet and gets met with a shining enzuigiri! The crowd roars for Liam Mortell now as now that he’s feeling it, he picks up Ethan and slips behind him, taking him over with a release German suplex! Liam pumps his arm for the crowd, the fans yelling loud for him now, he picks up Ethan and sends him to the turnbuckle-no, Ethan reverses, follows up with a high knee strike to the chest to stun Liam, then sets him up on the top turnbuckle, climbing up after him. JH: Ethan could be going for the Show Stopper early here.. CL: Big mistake, I think, it’s hardly into this match and Ethan’s already trying his finisher? He sure is, as he tries to grab the Rock Bottom setup but Liam elbows him in the side of the head a couple times, knocking Ethan back down to the mat, Liam poises, waiting for Ethan to get to his feet before grabbing him in a facelock and tornado DDTing the First Wonder of the World into the mat! Liam quickly covers.. [align=center]1.. 2… NOOO! Shoulder up![/align] JH: Liam capitalized but couldn’t put Ethan Adams away! He’s got to stay on him! Liam gets up, trying to get the crowd behind him as he cups a hand to his ear, listening for the cheers that he so rightly gets, he picks Ethan up but Adams isn’t done yet, NAILING him with a European uppercut from a sitting position, Adams quickly moves to the outside, jumping up on the top and jumping towards Liam looking for the Ratings Spike, but Liam caught him in midair and whirled him into the mat with a spinebuster! Liam sees his opening now and scoots Ethan into position, heading to the top rope, he poises there and then takes flight, DOUBLE STOMPING Ethan square in the chest! JH: He got him! Liam took advantage of a risk and got that double stomp! CM: Come on, Ethan! [align=center]Liam hooks one leg.. 1.. 2.. 3! *DING*[/align] JH: Liam wins! CM: Aw, balls. MA: Your winner, LIAM! MOOOORTELLLL! Liam looks down at Ethan as if to say, “Lesson taught”, then waves to the crowd, thanking them for their support before exiting the ring and heading to the back victorious. [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] MA: The following Hellcat Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall! The eerie opening tunes of Vamp’s theme song hits on the PA system… Vamp walks threw the stage curtains with her ghoulish companion, Libussa The Defiled, at her side and looks out apathetically to the people in attendance... She exhales a visibly ice-cold breath and saunters down the aisle with Libussa in tow as her olive drab overcoat sways from her arrogant gait. Vamp slides gracefully into the ring, as her ghoul takes her rightful position at ringside, before skipping up to her feet and pirouettes as she stands up straight. MA: Introducing first, entering the ring from Central Romania, she… is… VAMP! The enigmatic Romanian saunters over to the ropes, leaning over them with that same apathetical gaze to the audience as she exhales another visibly ice cold breath from her mouth... Eventually, she decides to walk back over to her corner as "Lose Control" by Evanescence turns on and our normal closed gates at the entrance of our stage open. Long black mesh looking material is draped around the gates. From the back exits our very own Zesboca Devani with a loose black scarf that almost matches the material on the gates. She twirls the material around her body doing a simple start of a belly dance for the crowd. She slides across the stage grabbing a hold of the material on the gates. As she dances and slides across the floor she pulls the material with her. The last bit of the material is yanked down and left on the floor a long with her scarf. She stands at the end of the stage above the steps staring at the crowd. [align=center]"Just once in my life, I think it'd be nice, Just to lose control, just once, With all the pretty flowers in the dust."[/align] Zesboca shakes her lower half with the rhythm of the song. Not taking the steps she jumps straight down from the stage. She spins dipping her body a little with her. Zesboca smirks and makes her way to the squared circle. She touches a few hands along the way mainly to the men that are rooting for her. Again she doesn't take the steps and slip in between the last rope and the ring. Rolling up she greets the crowd by hanging on to the ropes and not the turnbuckles. MA: Her tag team partner, from Cairo, Egypt… ZESBOCA DEVANI! As the opening sirens to Hadouken’s “That Boy That Girl” hit the speakers the arena is plunged into darkness. Bright yellow strobes begin to randomly search the auditorium but we all know where they’re going to land. As the vocals kick in the strobes group together on the entrance and illuminate the world’s greatest Australian luchadora, La Lesbiana Fantascia! MA: And their opponents… introducing first from somewhere along the Australian/Mexican border… LA LESBIANA FANTASTICCCCAAAAA! She appears with one arm thrust into the air to roaring cheers from the FIW crowd. With the arena still blacked out and only the strobes bringing any light to the proceedings, Lesbiana skips down the steps and bounces her way along the aisle. Upon reaching the ring she climbs up onto the apron and heads for the nearest turnbuckle, which she quickly scales and throws her arms up to yet more cheers. She leaps over the ropes and pelts across the ring to the opposite turnbuckles, climbing them in a split second and repeating the performance. As she drops back into the ring the lights come back up and the music slowly fades, and the lucahdora extraordinaire awaits the beginning of her match. [align=center]I’ve got the stuff that you want I’ve got the things that you need I’ve got more than enough To make you drop to your knees ‘Cuz I’m the queen of the night The queen of the night Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah![/align] As “Queen of the Night” by Kelly Clarkson pounds through the speakers, Jaime Lee skips out onto the stage to a round of cheers from the crowd. She backpedals slightly, hand on her chest as she gazes out with amazement at the jam-packed arena. She hurries down the stairs, skipping her way towards the ring, letting the crowd capture her attention more than they probably should. MA: And her tag team partner, about to enter the ring from Aurora, Ohio… JAIME LLEEEE!!!!! Jaime slides in underneath the bottom rope, using the middle rope to pull herself up to her feet. She bounces across the ring, jumping up to the second turnbuckle and pumping a fist into the air. She leaps down to the canvas and heads over to her tag team partner. They slap each other’s hands enthusiastically and begin to strategize for the upcoming contest… or discuss their cute matching outfits. CM: Oh, how cute. Look at that. Pink and green. I like pink and green. JH: Yes, Chip. We’re all well aware that Jaime and Lesbiana have color coordinated their outfits. But this is a wrestling match here. The Fuzz calls for the bell and Timmy takes orders very well. Next Fuzz calls for the two Hellcats planning to begin the contest. Lesbiana and Vamp elect themselves for this role. Jaime and Zesboca put up no fight, both quietly exiting to their respective corners. Fuzz goes over the rules (as if they don’t already know them) and tells them to get it on! CM: Ah! Jaime has shiny pink underpants on under that green skirt! JH: Chip, there’s a match going on. CL: A team of winners versus a team of losers. Let’s see if our longer reigning Hellcats can get some revenge over the newbies. Lesbiana, rather than “get it on”, decides to show off her fancy threads to Vamp. She motions from herself to her tag team partner on the apron, then turns her attention to the un-matching duo known as Vamp and Zesboca. Lesbiana shakes her head disappointingly and gets a forearm smash thrown in her direction! Lesbiana takes it like a woman and responds by bitch-slapping Vamp! JH: Evidently Vamp isn’t as taken by Team Sexy Awesome’s matching attires as Chip is. CM: Chip like. Chip like it a lot. CL: Chip lonely. Chip so very lonely. Vamp comes back by booting Lesbiana in the midsection, grabs her head up and snapmares her over into a seated position. Vamp drops down, locking Lesbiana up with a full nelson. Lesbiana immediately begins fighting out, getting up to one knee and firing her elbow back into Vamp’s face! CM: Meow! Lesbiana’s feisty. JH: Vamp’s gonna have a hard time grounding her so easily, if that’s her plan. CL: Well I wouldn’t HOPE that’s her plan. Grounding a high-flyer. Lesbiana gets up to her feet and twists out of Vamp’s hold, spinning into a school girl roll-up, flipping over into a bridge to pin Vamp’s shoulders down to the canvas. [align=center]One! Two! Kick-out from Vamp![/align] JH: Lesbiana almost got a near-fall with that quick maneuver. Both ladies hurry to their feet, ready for the other’s oncoming attack that never comes. Lesbiana waves Vamp off and moves to the corner, tagging in Jaime. Vamp doesn’t care who she beats so she calls Jaime into the fray. Jaime hurries into the ring and runs full speed at Vamp. Vamp is ready and throws a palm strike… that gets nothing but air as Jaime baseball slides through Vamp’s legs! CM: Ooh! Pink panties again! JH: *groans* Jaime’s quick on her feet and she’s showing that to Vamp here from the get-go. Jaime pops up behind Vamp and grabs her in a headlock. Jaime runs across the ring with Vamp… and gets throw into the ropes! Jaime rebounds into a boot from Vamp! Vamp grabs Jaime in a front facelock and throws her over with a hip toss! Vamp swivels over, grabbing Jaime’s arms and locking her up in a bow and arrow with a knee placed in Jaime’s spine. CL: Attempted bulldog put Jaime down rather quickly. JH: *gasp* Conse is calling a match. CL: Someone has to. Chip is too busy jerking off and you’re more worried about what he’s saying. Lesbiana stands on the bottom rope, heckling Vamp as best she can with a number of unrepeatable words. Children, cover your ears. The slight distraction is all Jaime needs to fight back up to her feet. Vamp comes back by driving her knee into Jaime’s back and knocking her back down to the canvas. JH: Vamp cutting off Jaime’s route of escape. CL: Grounding a high flyer. Jaime rolls back onto Vamp, throwing a leg up and kicking Vamp upside the head! Jaime throws another kick, finally breaking free from Vamp’s hold. Jaime jumps up and runs off the ropes-- nope! Vamp grabs Jaime’s hair and drags her down to the canvas! JH: Ugh! Vamp seems to have Jaime read here tonight. Cutting her off every time she tries to get back into this. CM: That’s okay. I don’t mind watching her on the ground writhing. JH: You are a sick and pathetic man. Seriously. Vamp throws a couple arrogant kicks upside Jaime’s head before moving over to Zesboca and tagging her into the ring. Zessy wastes no time in coming in and stomping down on Jaime. Vamp grabs Jaime up to her feet and calls for a double team. Zessy pulls Jaime from Vamp and snaps her over with a suplex. JH: Uh-oh. Did Zesboca just refuse teamwork with Vamp? CL: These two girls didn’t seem ecstatic about teaming with one another. I think both have the mindset they can do it on their own. JH: But Vamp did tag Zesboca in. That’s a start, I suppose. Zessy gets back to her feet, coming face to face with an unhappy Vamp. The two ladies share a few words with one another as Jaime takes the opportunity to crawl towards her corner. Zesboca bumps past Vamp and grabs Jaime by the feet, dragging her from the corner before dropping into a mounted position and striking down on her opponent. CM: I love dueling divas. It’s so hot to see them get all heated. JH: You gotta wonder if Zesboca’s trying to get revenge against Jaime here tonight. Or if she’s just trying to prove she doesn’t need anyone’s help. Vamp grabs Zessy and pulls her off Jaime, breathing her ice cold breath into Zesboca’s face as her eyes share a similarly icy stare. Zesboca waves Vamp’s complaining off, the Fuzz getting between the two women and demanding Vamp get back to the corner… which she reluctantly does. Everyone’s happy. Except Vamp who wanted to work as a team. And Zessy who’s offense was interrupted by her own opponent. And Jaime who’s getting picked apart. Oh, and Lesbiana that is screaming for Fuzz to do his job. So no one’s happy. My bad. JH: If we’re not careful here, this entire thing could break down into a fatal four-way. CL: Jaime and Lesbiana are getting along fine. But if Vamp doesn’t watch it, she’s gonna let Jaime make a tag. Zesboca pulls Jaime up to her feet and snaps a knife-edge chop across her chest! Another one backs Jaime off the ropes before Zessy whips Jaime across the ring. Jaime rebounds RIGHT INTO A HIGH RUNNING KNEE FROM ZESBOCA! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NO! LESBIANA BREAKS IT UP![/align] JH: Zesboca gets a near-fall on her opponent from last week! CM: Would’ve been a victory if Lesbiana wasn’t cheating! JH: We’ll never know for sure. Fuzz grabs Lesbiana forcing her back into the corner, but Lesbiana puts up a fight, yelling something about Vamp trying that double team earlier so now it’s evened up. Vamp takes this opportunity to come back into the ring. She drags Jaime up and knees her into the stomach before once again trying a double team. CL: Classic tag team mistakes. JH: True but to be fair, Lesbiana and Jaime didn’t do much strategizing before the match. CM: But they look sexy awesome! Zessy rolls her eyes and gives in to her incessant partner. They both grab Jaime in a front facelock and lifts her up into the air. Lesbiana points frantically behind the Fuzz’s back, yelling about the double team but you know how it goes. Fuzz begins counting Lesbiana’s illegal action while Zessy and Vamp hold Jaime vertically in the air. They finally drop her back, letting her crash into the canvas! CM: Now there’s some sexy awesome teamwork! I love watching girls work together. JH: Zesboca’s heart wasn’t into that at all but it did get the job done. Vamp rushes from the ring, getting an obscenity thrown her way by Lesbiana before she too leaves the ring. Vamp yells for Zessy to cover but she’s not a puppet and has her own plans. She steps across the ring, points out for Lesbiana to watch before she performs a handspring across the ring, CRASHING ONTO JAIME WITH A PHOENIX SPLASH! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NOOOO! JAIME KICKS OUT![/align] JH: A VERY impressive Phoenix Splash from Zesboca but it only got her a two-count. CL: Amazing resilience from Jaime, I have to say. Lesbiana jumps up and down on the apron, hooting and hollering at Jaime’s last second kick-out. Zessy grits her teeth before dragging Jaime up to her feet. She applies an arm wringer and drags her over to the corner, holding a hand out for a tag. Vamp obliges and comes back into the ring. She drives an elbow into Jaime’s shoulder joint and breaking the wringer. JH: Looks like Zesboca and Vamp have finally decided to work together. CM: I don’t know why. Zesboca was doing fine on her own. She was more than holding her own. Zesboca exits the ring as Vamp grabs Jaime’s arm again, snapping into a powerful arm wringer that drives Jaime face-first into the canvas! Vamp floats over into a grounded hammerlock, pulling back on Jaime’s hair. Fuzz warns Vamp about the hold but Vamp simply leans forward and licks the side of Jaime’s face! CM: Haaaaaaaaaaaawt! JH: Ew! Vamp is just trying to get in Jaime’s head with ridiculous actions like that! Unnecessary! Vamp grins as Jaime tries harder to get free, putting more pressure on her shoulder as Vamp holds the hammerlock in tighter. Vamp releases the hammerlock, keeping hold of Jaime’s wrist and twisting another arm wringer that puts Jaime’s face back down into the canvas. JH: Vamp is really working over Jaime’s left arm here. CL: Wow, it’s almost like you didn’t read her profile that says she does that. Vamp drags Jaime up by her wrist, backing her into the ropes… and ignoring Zesboca’s outstretched hand. Vamp whips Jaime across the ring and throws her up into a European uppercut! Zesboca yells out to Vamp, once again reaching out for a tag. Vamp moves to the corner… and looks down at Libussa. Libussa perks up at her charge’s attention, awaiting instructions that never come. Instead, Vamp moves back to the downed opponent, leaving Zesboca standing with an outstretched arm and an aggravated look on her face. CM: What the heck is that about? They were just working together! JH: Looks like Vamp’s a little peeved with Zesboca’s reluctance. CL: Revenge is a dish best served cold. But Vamp was never one to procrastinate. Jaime uses the ropes to get herself to her feet, just in time for Vamp to nail a forearm smash into her back! Vamp spins her around and snaps her down to the canvas with a snap suplex! She floats over, covering Jaime with a relaxed pin. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT![/align] CL: That might’ve actually done something if Vamp had actually tried. JH: It’s almost like she’s taunting Zesboca by prolonging this and keeping her on the apron. CL: And it’s working. Zesboca jumps up onto the bottom rope and yells some heated words at Vamp. Whatever she said, it was enough to get under her icy skin and get her attention. Vamp moves towards the corner, out of reach of a tag, and points in Zesboca’s face before throwing some words of her own back at her apparently-“uncooperative” tag team partner. Vamp jabs her finger towards Zesboca, making her point before turning back to her work. Unfortunately Jaime lunges forward, SLAPPING LESBIANA’S OUTSTRETCHED HAND! JH: Lesbiana gets the tag! The crowd goes crazy as Lesbiana charges into the ring, clobbering a surprised Vamp with a leg lariat! Lesbiana springs back to her feet, sprinting off the ropes and just as Vamp gets back to her feet, throws a spinning wheel kick into her face! Lesbiana springs back up again, sprints off the ropes once more before FLIPPING AND LANDING A LEG ACROSS VAMP’S THROAT! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! NO! KICK-OUT![/align] JH: Lesbiana is on fire in there! CM: I told you she was feisty! Lesbiana gets back to her feet… oh, and again she runs off the ropes for another fast-paced move! Or that was the intent before Libussa grabs Lesbiana’s foot! Lesbiana stumbles but remains standing. She spins around and makes a move for Libussa, who’s already backed off. CL: Libussa giving her charge a minute to catch her breath. CM: Can’t blame her for doing her job. A disgruntled Lesbiana turns around, into a raised knee from Vamp. Vamp grabs Lesbiana into a front facelock but Lesbiana twists out of it, pulling Vamp into a hard knee of her own. Lesbiana leaps onto Vamp’s shoulders, bonking her upside the head with a double axe handle and THROWS VAMP ONTO HER CROWN WITH A REVERSE HURRACANRANA! JH: DONKEY KONG’S JUNGLE BEAT! And Lesbiana is pinning! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NO! VAMP GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPE![/align] Ya gotta be kidding me! That’s what Lesbiana yells at Fuzz. He responds by tugging on the bottom rope, as if that’ll make Lesbiana understand better what happened. Lesbiana grabs Vamp by the hair and pulls her up… only to get a palm strike to the face! Lesbiana stumbles backwards and Vamp follows up by a picture-perfect European uppercut! JH: Big-time Romanian uppercut from Vamp! CL: It’s a European uppercut. She knows that. What’s with changing it? JH: Everyone renames moves. It’s called making it your own. Vamp drops to her knees as Lesbiana crashes to the canvas! Vamp immediately crawls towards her corner, finally ready to make the tag. But Zesboca isn’t there! She’s walking down the steps, glancing back over her shoulder at her struggling tag partner. Vamp yells out to her, getting a simple shrug from Zesboca. JH: Hey now. Looks like Zesboca’s had enough of Vamp’s games. CM: Zesboca’s hitting the bricks! What the hell does that even mean? An enrage Vamp powers back up to her feet, growling out at her apparently former tag team partner before turning around-- AND GETTING BOOTED IN THE STOMACH! Jaime, now the legal participant, wrenches Vamp’s arm up and hooks her leg over Vamp’s arm. Jaime grabs her in a front face lock and gives a blood curdling scream before DRILLING VAMP INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT!!! JH: BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR! CL: Such a sexy DDT. Okay, I’ll give it to ‘em. Sexy Awesome. [align=center]ONE![/align] Libussa climbs up onto the apron! [align=center]TWO!![/align] Lesbiana sprints across the ring and baseball slide dropkicks Libussa off the apron! [align=center]THREE!!![/align] JH: And they pick up the victory! That right there was good teamwork! CL: And they didn’t even have to strategize for it. CM: Come on, Jaime. Jump up and down. The bell sounds and Jaime leaps up to her feet. “Queen of the Night” reprises over the speakers as Jaime and Lesbiana jump up and down in celebration of their victory. They share a quick hug before the Fuzz raises both their arms to signify the victory. MA: Here are your winners… LA LESBIANA FANTASTICA and JAIME LEE! CM: Oh! Two for one! JH: Two matches, two victories a piece. Jaime and Lesbiana are on a role in the newly formed Hellcats Division! CL: And Vamp and Zesboca are not getting along. Libussa rushes over as Vamp rolls from the ring, dropping to the floor. Vamp fights up to her knees, holding the top of her head as she glares towards the entrance way where Zesboca stands. Zesboca stands with her hands on her hips, glaring back at her losing teammate while Jaime and Lesbiana continue to celebrate their victory. |
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| Minister Wighty | Jun 16 2007, 05:27 AM Post #4 |
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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 strobe light facing the entrance. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a triple threat match for the number one contender ship of the Undisputed International Championship! First, hailing from his own private sanctuary in hell, he weighs in at three hundred and nineteen pounds, he is; CRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAack! 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. CM: And the end cometh. JH: I never knew you were biblical. CM: I’m Caucasian, you little freak. JH: No, what I mean— CM: Listen, I know what you’re talking about. CL: Hitchen, stop trying to sell us your watch towers. Empty Winds scrape on the Soul - but never stop To realize - but never stop To realize In a sort of sideways fashion, Crackerjack walks down to the ring not removing his gaze from it. Of course, it’s hard to tell with the mask, but it’s safe to assume. Just as Crackerjack reaches up for the ropes, the entire arena goes black for maybe three seconds, five tops. When all lights are back on, Crackerjack stands in the middle of the ring staring back at the entranceway as the song has skipped the second verse and gone into the chorus, still standing in a half sideways manner. The house lights begin to go out in succession, one section at a time leading up to the stage, as a low, rhythmic hum accompanied by chanting voices rattles through the speakers. A dim red light flickers to life behind the entrance, lending an erratic pattern to the smoke that begins to swell, clouding the stage with an eerie glow. At that point, a strong guitar riff hits the speakers and a moment later, the drums join in as a bright flash of red and silver pyros light up each side of the stage, showcasing the silhouette of a woman spinning around on a pole. The crowd goes nuts wondering what this new version of Kailey will do this time. [align=center]Hey you, hey you, devil's little sister Listening to your twisted transistor Hold it between your legs Turn it up, turn it up Low end is coming through Can't get enough[/align] MA: His opponent, first; she hails from Nashville, Tennessee. She weighs in at one hundred and thirty five pounds, she is KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAILEY LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAane! Kailey holds on to the pole with one hand and dips her hips low, then slowly pulls her body back up hips first. She grips the pole with both hands and power pumps her hips against the pole in time with the last line. [align=center]A lonely life, where no one understands you But don't give up, because the music do Music do, music do, music do, music do, music do, music do[/align] Violently, Kailey pushes the pole away from her and it falls hard, sending out loud metal crashes and clanks that reverberate through the arena. Never looking back, she struts to the ring keeping her footfalls timed to the music. [align=center]Because the music do and it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you, too, your scream's a whisper Hang on you twisted transistor[/align] CL: What I don’t get, is why are the lyrics playing on the large screen back there? CM: Maybe they think we’re dumb. Well, maybe they think I’m dumb. You two…well, you’re both just plain stupid. She reaches the ring and straddles the bottom rope, sliding her arms along the length of the rope and wrapping her hands around it as she writhes her hips against the taut fibers before pulling her other long leg into the ring. She parades around the ring, lifting up her hands, encouraging the crowd to get louder. [align=center]Hey you, hey you, finally you get it The world ain't fair, eat you if you let it And as your tears fall on Your breast, your dress Vibrations coming through You're in a mess[/align] She jumps onto the ropes in her corner and raises her fists high above her head while yelling and backtalking those in the crowd who don't seem to approve of this "new" Kailey. When her music fades, she hops down from the ropes, ready for action. The lights suddenly dim down as the voice of a lady sings over the top. The music is "Spitfire" by Prodigy. [align=center]Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah[/align] Just then, the music picks up, as there is a an explosion style pyro set off by the curtain. The crowd jump in shock, as the lighting turns to red searchlights rotating around the arena. There is smoke left from the explosion, and through it come the shadows of five people. The crowd start to boo. On the tron shows highlights from the career of Maj Tahal. Just then, from behind the curtain walks out the IMD himself, Maj Tahal, followed by his manager General Kumar Singh. Maj is wearing his wrestling gear, while the General is wearing an all white suit, with a white turban. They both grin, as the crowd boo the two Indians. Maj and the General are not paying attention, and instead they start to make there way down the ramp. [align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire Fire[/align] MA: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by General Kumar Singh, he hails from Bombay, India, weighing two hundred and forty pounds, MAJ TAHAAAAAAAL!!!!! Maj grins as his name's announced. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Maj gets in, he heads to the far turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and looks out to the crowd. Various insults are thrown at him, which are just returned by Tahal back to the firey crowd. Maj continues the swap shop of curses, until he finally gives up on the crowd, and jumps off the turnbuckle. General Kumar gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Maj then waits for the match to begin. CM: I don’t like this. JH: What now? CM: Playing second fiddle to that damned ring announcer. What do we get, five seconds to talk about the guy? CL: majtahalwasoncefightingforthefightingspirittitlelasttimewesawhim. JH: What? CM: And how the mighty have fallen. But not Maj. He’ll never fall. JH: He lost his shot at the Fighting Spirit Championship at Deadlock and now he’s back to fighting for contender ship…of a lower ranked title. CM: NEVER FALL! All three individuals inside the ring enter into their last minute warm up rituals as referee Logan Black enters the ring. CL: Well, I’m told that we have a special guest at ringside. Former Tri-State Wrestling competitor Claude Puissant. Winner of the TSW Pure Championship…and still holding onto it I see even after the companies’ eventual collapse. CM: The what title? CL: I don’t know. Some reggae thing or something. Now, with that aside, you are where the action is and the action is live! CM: What the fuck was that, shivi..an…too? JH: You mean Tony Schiavone? CM: Who? I was about to call him a goat raping fuckhead before I saw Crackerjack toss Kailey across the ring. Kailey rolls from the impact to the outside of the ring leaving Maj and Crackerjack alone in the ring. Crackerjack charges at Maj but comes short when the smaller man rolls under the left arm of his larger opponent. Maj quickly rises up to his feet and catches the turn around Crackerjack with a sudden slap to the masked face. That seems to have done little good as Crackerjack slowly starts to stalk Maj into the corner where the man giving a seventy-nine pound difference starts wailing with lefts on Crackerjacks head. Each strike taking its toll on the big man as he begins to step back but suddenly gets knocked forward as Kailey comes from behind with a dropkick. Maj soon becomes the lettuce in the sandwich as Crackerjacks body pushes him back into the turnbuckle. Kailey now takes the advantage as she begins the drive the shoulder into the small of Crackerjacks back using the middle ropes for leverage and a momentum builder. CM: C’mon you son of a bitch, get out of the corner or I’ll disown you! Crackerjack must’ve heard that because as Kailey pulls herself back ready to charge in for the third time, she finds herself pushed back as her former victim pushes away from the corner. Maj slumps to a seated position in the corner looking dazed as Kailey rolls backwards only to quickly regain her composure and charge again. But a huge clothesline so huge that even Crackerjack falls forward just delivering it catches her. CL: CLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTHESLINEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh! JH: Just doesn’t have the same sounding ring to it. Crackerjack hoists Lane up to her feet, then higher and rests her dangling on his shoulder like Tarzan. Although Tarzan didn’t rest Kailey on the top turnbuckle. Lift and a huge dropkick by Maj who comes running from his corner. Luckily, Crackerjack spots him and lifts him up high enough to connect with Kailey’s face knocking her off the top turnbuckle to the floor below. CM: Shit! This action is getting far too close. You fuckers best be ready to defend my honour. JH: What honour? CL: His honour as a gentlemen and a lady. The dropkick, though filled with high impact, gave Maj no real landing other than on his back as his legs fling and flip around the top rope forcing most of the impact from Maj’s landing to emanate at the top of his back, mainly his shoulder blades. And if that wasn’t bad enough, his split second alliance with Crackerjack was over…and both realize it. Crackerjack reaches down and grabs from the back of Maj’s head pulling him up to his feet. Placing a hand firmly on his chest, Crackerjack positions him against the ropes, pushes him back, and pulls him forward sending him running to the other side of the ring. Maj rebounds only to come face to foot with Crackerjack’s foot. The move knocks the smaller man down as he covers his face. On the outside, Kumar begins to yell out as he pounds the ring apron. JH: Crackerjack now has the advantage. CL: Shut up. I’m trying to understand what this guy is saying. JH: You figure you’ll learn the language just by listening to him? CL: I saw it on the Thirteenth Warrior. All the guy did was sit there and listen and boom! He became a freakin’ genius in their entire vocabulary. Kumar’s screams come to mean nothing as Maj is brought back to his feet and knocked back down with a few hard hits from Crackerjack’s fist. Backing into the corner, Maj tries to cover the blows with his arms but with the difference in power, he just ends up with aching arms. Crackerjack again goes for the irish whip sending Maj running to the other side of the ring. This time, Maj lunges at Crackerjack and catches him with a mounted front way sleeper. No good as Crackerjack suddenly squeezes turning it into— CL: Bone Cracker! Fuckin’ Bone Cracker! What he said. Maj’s grip soon loosens as his arms flail high in the air with each squeeze from the big man. Kumar is now frantic as he slaps the mat as hard as he can yelling every thing and anything he can. But after a while, all seems lost as Maj begins to fade to the sheer strength. Kumar soon grows another idea as he picks up Kailey and begins to slide her into the ring. Not before yelling something at her, however. Soon, Kailey crawls back onto her feet as she notices the position both Crackerjack and Maj are in and more importantly, the ref who is in prime position to call for the bell. Mustering what strength she has, Kailey lunges at Crackerjack and connects with the forearm to the back of his head. It isn’t enough to break the hold, but it is enough to divert Crackerjack’s attention long enough for Maj to mount a defensive offence. Sending straight shots to the top of Crackerjacks head, Maj battles himself out of the Bone Cracker and teams with Kailey to send Crackerjack running towards the ropes. Upon the rebound, the large man is met with two back elbows to the face knocking him off his feet. It’s the first time in this match and both Kailey and Maj congratulate each other. CM: Hey! The fuck is this double team shit? JH: It’s the only way really for them to take the big man out. Both had suffered severe damage to their bodies while it was Crackerjack who dished out the damage. The alliance between Lane and Maj lasts longer than Maj’s with Crackerjack as both ascend to the top turnbuckle only to come down with their own elbow drop. Crackerjacks legs push themselves up upon the impact as both Kailey and Maj go for the pin. But with two pinfalls at the same time, Black has no choice but to not count either. That’s when the heat of the moment leaves the newly formed duo as Maj and Kailey begin to now go at it. CL: They’re not going to talk it out? CM: You would rather see that? The fuck is wrong with you? CL: No. I just want to see Jack stand up and beat the holy Dhanwantari out of each other. CM: Now you’re just being too obscure. Kailey sends herself into the air to knock Maj off his feet by kicking the back of his head. Maj stumbles forward a little slow at covering the back of his head as he turns towards Kailey who charges him going for a sudden DDT. Though Maj isn’t one to be taken lightly as he shoves Lane off from her aerial position. Dropping face first, Lane feels herself being pulled upwards, but it stops suddenly. Then a shrill pinch of pain enters her back as Maj locks in the camel clutch. Logan drops down quickly and checks to see if Kailey is going to call for it. Outside, Kumar is praising all deities for this sudden mount in offence from Maj. The move itself is close to the ropes, but still too far for Kailey to reach out and grab them. Maj begins to nod his head as if trying to get Kailey to do the same, but it comes to no avail as Kailey tries to hang in there. Then life shows itself in Crackerjacks arm as he slowly drags it to his side. Seeing this drives Kumar to go frantic as he now really starts to slap the apron yelling at the top of his lungs. CM: That moron. That’s probably what’s keeping her awake. His yelling and pounding of the apron. JH: You really want her to pass out? That’d drag this thing out longer. CM: Yea, for once you’re right about something. CL: Will you two shut up? CM: Hey, Antonio, it was a fucking movie set in the year three hundred or something. JH: Speaking about three hundred… CM: I swear to god, if you product place I’ll kick you ass that many times. Now back on his feet, Crackerjack shakes what cobwebs remain and notices the situation. Getting in behind Maj, Crackerjack reaches around and lifts him up in a sleeper hold. The sheer sudden force causes him to release the hold as Kailey slumps to the ground trying to recuperate. Being lifted the entire six feet and nine inches, Maj finds his feet starting to dangle as Black goes in to see if it’s more of a chokehold. Kumar on the outside argues that it is and eventually the ref sees that it is and starts the five count. Kumar grows more frantic when he finds out that Maj will be in the hold for at least another four or five seconds. Crackerjack eventually releases the hold on the four and Maj falls to the ground right by Kailey. Crackerjack now tries to decide which to continue an assault on. Both Kumar and Martin are in agreement as they point towards Kailey who is just starting to rise to her feet. Kicking Maj into a roll out of the ring, Crackerjack turns his attention to Lane of who helps up to her feet. CM: See? The big guy listens to me. That’s the third time he’s followed my orders. JH: I highly doubt the “lay there and take the elbow shots” should count. With Kailey up on his shoulder, Crackerjack charges towards the turnbuckle but at the last moment Kailey slides off and pushes Crackerjack into them. Crackerjack turns around quickly only to catch a sudden high kick to the face knocking him back in the corner. Scrambling back to her feet, Kailey continues the offence by grabbing hold of Crackerjack’s wrists, hops, plants both feet on his abdomen and rears back. Once she is on her back she pushes up hard on her feet sending Crackerjack into a small flip landing on his back. For a moment, Kailey lies there trying to catch her breath. That certainly was a huge move to pull from her book and it took a lot out of her. After a few moments, Kailey rises up to her feet and catches the rising big man with a few forearms to his back. Neither one really stops or even slows the big guy’s attempt at rising to his feet. Kailey now takes Crackerjack into the ropes and tries sending him running the opposite direction, but a quick turn around sends Kailey running instead. Upon the rebound, Kailey catches the ducking Crackerjack with a sudden hurricanrana. Another big move using a lot of leg strength, but she manages to take the large monster off his feet once again. Kailey is all grins as she rises to her feet to continue the assault. But just as she starts to bring the big man onto his feet, Crackerjack grabs hold of her throat and hoists her up. Milliseconds later, Crackerjack brings her back down hard again with a chokeslam most notably known as; JH: Visions of Nell! Crackerjack quickly follows this up with a pin which Logan is quick to follow up with a count. One!!! Two!!! Three!!! Crackerjack rises up as Logan calls for the bell. On the outside, Kumar, who had been helping Maj to his feet, comes to the realization of the outcome and starts complaining with the ref about it. JH: Crackerjack will now go on to fight the Undisputed International Championship! CL: And like before he’ll be waiting for everyone else, including Jiffy the janitor, to have their shot before he does! Crackerjack, not one to really celebrate, leaves the ring and begins making his way up to the backstage area. XK: Hey there folks as you all know tonight I am not scheduled to be in competition here tonight, why? I don't know. Xtreme Kitten looks at Lucy as if she has the answer Lucy: You don't know why you're not scheduled to fight? You've been spewing out your ridiculous ideas on why you don't have a match and what you're going to do about it all day and now you forget them? XK: No, no not that, what I don't know is why we are here if I'm not here to fight? Kitten slowly turns to the camera with a cheeky look XK: I'm mean it's not like if I take one night off television the ratings with plummet through the floor. I don’t have to have a match after the cameras are off just to keep the crowd from rioting. Lucy: No, it’s nothing like that. Xtreme Kitten looks Lucy XK: You sure because I’m pretty sure it’s a lot like that… at least the first part. Lucy: It’s not like that at all. XK: Then why are we here? Lucy: To watch the show. XK: We could do that from home. Lucy: And mingle with the fans. XK: I can put on my mask anytime, anywhere and do that. Lucy: And see the lovely city of Seattle. The crowd give the standard “Hey they know where they are” pop. XK: Uh huh so basically we are here for nothing? Lucy: I wouldn’t say that, we get to see Prime lose to the under card contenders in person and we get to see next weeks card after the show if we stick around. XK: The card, why didn’t you just say we were here for the card? I’d have shut up right away. Lucy: No you wouldn’t have. Kitten nods. XK: Probably not but then again I’ve got something to tell everyone so shutting up would have been a bad idea anyway. Xtreme Kitten turns back to the camera. XK: As Lucy said tonight all of us here tonight get to see the saline solution; Prime, lose to the top contenders of those titles I don’t currently hold and one top contender for those I do. Basically the match is as much as waste air time as having Kiyoshi and Prime face me in the Roll of the Dice match at Summer of Sin Lucy cuts in Lucy: On the twenty ninth of July. Summer of Sin from somewhere outside of Las Vegas. If you order before the fifteenth of July, you’ll be eligible for the Summer of Sin competition check FIW dot com for details. Call your pay per view service provider now to order, Summer of Sin. Kitten just stares at Lucy as she promotes the pay per view in a manner that is over the top for Lucy. XK: What was that? Lucy: That was me promoting Summer of Sin, now pay up. XK: What? No way, you didn’t say Summer of Sin enough. Lucy glares at Kitten Lucy: Three times isn’t enough? XK: Ha… ah, three times you say? Xtreme Kitten sounds a little worried XK: Well then ah, here’s your money. From the front right pocket of his jeans Kitten withdraws roll of orange/yellow coloured bills and hands it to Lucy. Lucy: I hope you know I’m gonna count this. XK: Be my guest… just don’t look in your purse until late tomorrow. Lucy glares at Kitten for moment then puts the cash back in Xtreme Kitten’s pocket. Lucy: Should have worn something with pockets. Kitten turns back to the camera XK: Like I said the match is pretty much a waste of time, Kiyoshi will likely win, Prime will lose and at the end of the day I’ll still be left with two contenders I’ve beaten in seven championship matches. Lucy: Just to clarify that’s total not each XK: Right, totally pathetic; Prime, I’ve been four times and less pathetic then Prime but still pretty bad; Kiyoshi, I’ve been three times. Anyway with these two as my next challenge; and I use that term lightly, I have been left wanting. Lucy: Wanting? Wanting what? Kitten turns to Lucy XK: A challenge, something new, haven’t you heard me ranting all day? Because you know you mentioned it earlier Lucy: Oh I tuned you out as soon as I noticed to you in that mood. So how do you purpose to find this challenge that you’ve said on multiple occasions doesn’t exist within FIW? XK: Somewhere we’ve never looked before? Lucy: Members of the roster you haven’t faced before? XK: Uh that’s better then my idea, I was just gonna ask for people, that haven’t been in a main event in the last few months to step up and make the challenge. Lucy: Let’s go with that, saves us the work of finding them if they come to us. XK: Indeed. Xtreme Kitten looks to the camera. XK: If you didn’t just hear I’m give you; the few of those among you that think you have what it takes to go one on one with me and haven’t been in a main event in the last, let’s say three months to get your chance to shine… though chances are you’ll flicker, get some kind of impact to the head whether it be my boot or the canvas and just be statistic. Lucy: Don’t listen to him folks there’s the very real chance they’ll beat him and basically turn him into a laughing stock. XK: But one laughed at less the Prime. The scene cuts to an ReVolt graphic screen with Xtreme Kitten standing into the middle of the screen holding the Dual Crown belts with the text at the bottom of the screen saying “Challenge Xtreme Kitten, just call Krähe NOW!”. The stays up for two seconds before cutting away to the next thing. |
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| Minister Wighty | Jun 16 2007, 06:43 AM Post #5 |
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"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. JH: The fans are REALLY looking forward to this match! CL: Like Martin looks forward to his daily butt wax? As the crowd comes to a fever pitch, El Lumberjacko runs out from the backstage area and stops midway down the ramp. He thrusts both arms into the air to a positive response from the fans, before sprinting the rest of the way down the ramp. MA: The following contest is an over-the-top battle royale! Introducing first, representing the Team With No Name… he is! ELLLLL LUMMMMBERJAAAACKOOOOO!!! As he reaches the ring he slides under the bottom rope and quickly makes it back to his feet. 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. -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 dischordant 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... MA: And his opponent! From the grave… PHYLLIS! BAAAATHOORRYYYY!!! 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... -The Hypnotic guitar riff plays on as an undertone evolves, seething beneath the surface and gaining urgency...- JH: I still don’t quite get this guy, but I love his heart, and his good attitude. CL: You’re a loser, Hitchen. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before. But you are. 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 Caple-like overcoat and snarls at the crowd... -Humanesque shadows writhe in the flames as pitiful alien noises play accross 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... 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. MA: And their opponent! Also representing the Team With No Name… AAAAAASSSSHHHHH KOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! 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. 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. CM: Ash is clinically insane. CL: Inane, Chip. The word is inane. 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 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. JH: Here he is… Mr. FSC! [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru, kawaranai yume ni...[/align] [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] The disappears in an explosion of pyro momentarily as the chorus hits, and when the debris finally settles, only a lonely warrior remains: Kiyoshi Nakahata, waving the smoke out of his face and pulling his hood right up over his head as he strides towards the ring, trying to keep the huge positive reaction from the crowd out of his mind as the chorus continues. MA: And their opponent! From Komachi City, Japan… KIIIIYOSHIIIII NAAAAKAAAAHAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! [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 the flag out from his waist band, screws it up and hurls it onto the crowd, for one lucky fan in the front row. With something that vaguely resembles a smile from a certain angle, Mr. FSC strides along the apron, vaulting up on top of his corner, where he pulls his hood right over his face and waits... 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... CM: PRIME!! PRIME!! IT’S PRIME!!! Hee hee! [align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align] MA: And their opponent… from San Diego, California… PRIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!! Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] JH: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is sure to be heated! We’ll get into more action, right after this commercial break! [align=center]**COMMERCIAL BREAK**[/align] JH: Welcome back folks! It’s been a tumultuous match so far, already we’ve seen three eliminations! We get the picture-in-picture FIW replay in the bottom-righthand corner of our screen while the remaining wrestlers grapple in the ring. Kiyoshi Nakahata has Ash in a chickenwing armlock. Ash is goofily overselling the move, as Ash is want to do, and Tony Clarke is asking him if he wants to quit. Our PIP shows Prime lunging for Ash, but El Lumberjacko gets in the way shouting “O CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN!!!” JH: Ah, as you can see here, Prime went for Ash Koopa quickly, but El Lumberjacko came in and saved his tag-team partner. Unfortunately, not long after, Lumberjacko saw an elimination as Prime basically just TOSSED him over the top rope. Prime does indeed dead-lift El Lumberjacko and toss him over the top rope, though Lumberjacko grabs a fistful of Prime’s hair and manages to get both arms around his neck CM: What the hell do you mean ‘unfortunately?’ That’s not the unfortunate part! Ash Koopa charges in from behind Prime and shovels him upward, aiding Lumberjacko in eliminating the man who eliminated him! JH: The astounding teamwork skills of the Team With No Name came into play early on in this match, but unfortunately left Ash with no friends in the ring. In realtime, meanwhile, Ash has rotated himself toward the ropes, grasping outward to try and reach the bottom rope and get out of the hold. Kiyoshi is keeping him just out of reaching distance, patiently waiting for the inevitable tap. Our PIP changes over to show us Kiyoshi fighting Phyllis Bathory, and quickly reversing a strike into a judo throw that sends Phyllis flying unceremoniously outside the ring. JH: That was after quite the strike battle between Bathory and Nakahata, but his superior martial arts skills ended up being the deciding factor on who got eliminated. CL: Which brings us to now. You guys have totally been missing an awesome fucking submissions--GODDAMMIT. Ash Koopa’s fist clenches tightly around the bottom rope, and he wiggles it as though to indicate the hold needs to be broken. Honorable Kiyoshi lets go and even gives Ash some breathing room as he cradles his arm and rubs his neck. CL: Man, why’s Ash gotta ruin EVERYTHING? JH: I’d say he’s made this match damn interesting! CL: By escaping a submission? Were you born retarded or just dropped a lot? Ash spins on his heel and sees that Kiyoshi is kinda near the ropes. He charges, attempting for a lariat, but misses as Nakahata deftly ducks beneath. Ash collides with the ropes and Nakahata makes a back kick aimed for Ash’s head. Ash hugs the ropes and kicks his feet out from under him, dipping down to the ground long enough to miss the kick, then pulls himself back upward, using the momentum to FLING his body at Kiyoshi’s and NAIL HIM ACROSS THE CHEST WITH A MODIFIED AXE BOMBER!!! JH: ASH BOMBER!! CL: Wow. Ash is a moron, but I gotta say, that was a pretty nifty trick. Woulda been more nifty if Kiyoshi’d kicked Ash’s head in… but still damn nifty. Ash holds the arm across Kiyoshi’s chest and presses his weight down on him. Tony Clarke double-blinks at Ash and the Koopamaniac urges him to count, until Ash suddenly remembers this is an over-the-top elimination and smacks himself in the forehead. He gets up and pulls Kiyoshi with him, Irish whipping him toward the ropes. Kiyoshi rebounds and at the last split-second lurches his leg forward and pulls up off the mat to send a dragon uppercut into Ash’s face! CL: Shining Samurai! CM: Why are you marking for Kiyoshi? CL: … *shrugs* Nakahata heaves a breath and grapples Ash into a front chancerie. Ash starts fighting back, nailing punches into Kiyoshi’s kidneys, but Kiyoshi blasts a few knee shots into Ash’s abdomen! Ash throws a couple of punches, but they’re visibly lighter. Kiyoshi sends one final, huuuuge knee strike before WRENCHING Ash upward into a Northern Lights suplex! Kiyoshi stumbles purposefully back toward the ropes and DUMPS Ash in a heap onto the outside! [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] MA: Your winner… KIIIIYOSHIIII NAAAAKAAAAHAAAAAATAAAAAAAA!!! CM: Well there you have it, folks. JH: An exciting show with an exciting outcome! Folks, don’t forget to come back next week, when FIW will have yet another exciting ReVolt for you! CL: You wouldn’t DARE fucking miss it!
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