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| Crimson Shards | Jul 21 2007, 02:27 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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| Crimson Shards | Jul 21 2007, 02:29 AM Post #2 |
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JH: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another edition to Friday Night ReVolt and we are just a week away from Summer of Sin Two Thousand and Seven! CL: And for those curious, Dragon is already in the ring because we are kicking shit off with a match featuring a debuting wrestler. CM: Some shmuck called Robert Black, right? JH: Yes, his name is Robert Black but he looks far from a shmuck and seems like a interesting fellow from the short chat I had with him backstage. CL: Well, he better be ready for the tall order in front of him…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA CM: BUWHAHAHAHAHAHA…aw man, good one goth boy. MA: The following contest is your scheduled opening bout for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt and is set for one fall to a finish. It has been granted a fifth teen minute time limit by our general manager and the referee for this contest is Richard Kelly! As the beginnings of Doom begin to ooze through the speakers of the arena the lights quickly die down to nothing save for the quick, spaced-out flashes of white that fill the arena. Once the opening guitar strums and wheezes of audio fill the arena with still no sight or change of lighting, the camera zooms around the crowd watching as penlights, lighters and other sources of light begin to spark up from the crowd and staff attempting to break the darkness in their personal spaces – attempting to see anything below. Drums sound and pick up the pace. As they play, white lights along both sides of the walkway slowly pop up two-by-two down the row. Once they all light, they wait in the lower position only illuminating the walkway as if waiting for something… The sound sucks back into the speakers and then pounds back out in the form of the heavy guitars, drums and effects that create Doom by Nine Inch Nails. The lights on either side of the stage suddenly jerk up illuminating the entire walkway while two firework pyros on either side of the entrance explode setting of a chain reaction down both sides of the stage and a man emerges with amazing intensity from the curtain of the entrance. The man was Robert Black. With continued intensity he jumps and screams and interacts with the crowd as he moves down the walkway, attempting to fire them up in any way possible and the screams become so loud the music is barely heard. When he finally makes it to ringside a spotlight follows him as he works his way all the way around high-fiving, shaking the hands of and fist pounding with fans before finally climbing onto the ring edge and stepping over the top rope into the ring, where he continues his non-stop intensity as the music enters a heavy brooding rift. Now, two spotlights figure-eight the ring as he wanders looking at all the fans and climbing on each ring post and flexing. He then climbs onto a random ring rope to look out and scream a little more before moving back to center ring, taking his shirt off and throwing it out of the ring, and waiting for the match to start. MA: And introducing for the very first time, he hails from Portland, Oregon, USA and weighs in tonight at three hundred and fifth teen pounds and he stands at six feet and eight inches…HE! IS! RRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOBERRRRRRRT BLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAACK~!!! [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] At the sound of the bell Dragon rushes right at the new comer only for him to leap into the air and almost take Dragon’s head off with a dropkick! Surprisingly it doesn’t take Dragon off of his feet, it only causes him to stagger back in a dazed state and clutch his head. Getting back up to his feet quickly, Robert fixes that flaw by nailing a Polish Hammer that result in Dragon falling back with his nose imploding! Blood squirts and gushes every where as in a completely out of it state, Dragon gets back up with blood running down his chin! CL: Already like this guy, look at the blood! CM: Isn’t it pretty standard now a days for Dragon to bleed in his matches? JH: Seems like it. Firing off a few jabs, the new comer rocks the lizard and sends him stumbling, only for the Dragon to grab Robert’s wrist and shoot him into the ropes! Shortly afterwards Dragon hits the ropes in the opposite direction and the two race back towards one another. Only…nothing happens, Dragon doesn’t take advantage of surprising Black and instead just keeps running the ropes with him! Even after the initial shock Robert Black looks a bit puzzled as the two continues to run the ropes across from each other and meeting in the middle. CM: What…is Dragon doing? JH: I’m not sure… CL: I don’t think he remembers what to do next, it’s been so long since he’s gotten any actual offense in a match. Having enough of this, Robert Black on the next greeting in the center of the ring almost beheads his opponent with a lariat! Dragon flips around in the air several times, doing well over three hundred and sixty degree rotations before falling the face first onto the mat! The fans approve of this new comer’s impressive showing and applaud and cheer as Robert salutes the crowd and drops down to his knees. Swiftly he pushes the dazed and confused Dragon over onto his back and gets on top of him, hooking a leg as Richard begins the count. JH: He calls that the Arm of Steel and this could be it! CL: Could be? We know this is it Hitchen! [align=center]1![/align] CM: Yeah, even I realize this is the end. JH: Well…just saying Dragon could kick out… [align=center]2![/align] CL: But he won’t, he never does. CM: Least he gets a small pay check for his efforts. [align=center]3! DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: What a victory! CL: See ya next week Dragon. MA: Here is your winner by pin fall…RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOBERRRRRRRRT BLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAACK~!!! Nine Inch Nails begins again over the sound system and Black sits up, Mister Kelly raising his arm in victory as the fans cheer. FIW’s newest wrestler pats Dragon on the chest and then gets up, raising his fists and playing to the crowd a bit as they cheer him on. Gracefully he exits over the top rope and starts heading to the back, slapping fans’ hands on his way to the back. |
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| Crimson Shards | Jul 21 2007, 02:30 AM Post #3 |
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MA: “The following bout is scheduled for one fall and will follow falls count anywhere rules!” 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] MA: “Introducing first…..” 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...for some random reason... Just then, from behind the curtain walks out the Lord of Cambridgeshire himself, Sir Colbert Tottington, followed by his companion Lord General Mortimer Igneous. Colbert is wearing his wrestling gear, while the Lord General is wearing an his beefeater outfit.. They both grin, as the crowd boo the two "Brits".Colbert and the Lord 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 Lord General Mortimer Igneous, from "Cambridge, England", weighing 240lbs *sigh*....SIR COLBERT TOTTINGTON!” Colbert seems rather annoyed by the unconvincing introduction. He comes down to the ring, and slides in, followed by the Lord General who makes his way up the steps and through the ropes. As Colbert 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 purely ignored by Sir Colbert, enjoying the imaginary cheers that he hears in his mind. Eventually the Lord General comes over and gets down on one knee, then holding his two hands out. Colbert uses this as a sort of step, placing his foot in the General's hands and stepping down onto the canvas once more. General Mortimer gives him a few short pieces of advice, before heading to the outside. Colbert then waits for the match to begin. JH: “Maj Tahal making his way to the ring once more with this silly act. Who does he think he’s really kidding?” CM: “Maj is no more and never was. It is Sir Colbert Tottington now, Hitchen.” The trumpets blast as "Get It Up" begins on the PA system. MA: “Introducing next from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 208 pounds….SHAUUUUUNNNN……THE DYNAMO……WWWWILLLLLLLLLSSSSOONNNNNN!!!” 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. CL: “Shaun and Sir Colbert have been receiving considerable pushes lately. This match could be very interesting.” CM: “Indeed it will be. Too bad its not a strippers pole match because then maybe Zebosca would be in her element.” JH: “Now that is just not nice, Chip. Zebosca has held her own in FIW against many men.” CM: “Maybe in the locker room…..ON HER KNEES!” JH: “You really need to stop. That is sexual harassment and she doesn’t have to take it.” CM: “Oh I bet she TAKES IT!” [align=center]The soft beats of "Do You Call My Name" by Ra hits the speakers letting the soft flow of pure egyptian music. The lights go out while the entrance and stage flash a yellowish gold while smoke flows out from the back. The music picks up as Zesboca Devani comes from the back wearing a white tank top with fitting black leather pants. A goldish scarve is folded in two and hangs off of her left shoulder and tieing near her right hip. Zesboca runs her hands down her body almost going back to her old ways of entering the ring. She looks up not really looking at the crowd but just looking out she smirks. "Kill Me With The Beat.." The music picks up giving us more a rockish egyptian tune while Zesboca grabs the edge of her near her hip and pulls it up. She throws it up over her head only to let it float back down over her body. She grabs the edge one last time kissing it softly while pushing it back behind her. Finally she makes her way to the ring but she seems determind and not full of games like before. MA: Entering the ring now! hailing from Cairo, Egypt and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds! she is the EEEGGGYYYPPPTTTIIIAAANNN VVVIIIXXEENNNEEEHHH!!! ZZZZZEEESSSBBBOOOCCCAAAAHHH DDDEEEVVVANNNIIHHHHH!!!! Zesboca takes the steps to get inside of the ring taking her time while getting her mind in the mood set that it should be. Walking across the apron she looks out to the fans but not targeting anyone in particular since they don't matter to her anymore. Reaching the next turnbuckle she grabs it to use it to jump over the top rope into the ring. She takes one last look around the ring to know where things are in case she is in need of them.[/align] JH: “I hope she heard you.” CM: “Me too. My helmet could use a nice spit shine if you know what I mean!” CL: *laughs* All three competitors size each other up before the bell ring and the match gets underway. [align=center]DING DING[/align] As both Zesboca and Shaun make their way for Colbert he smartly takes his exit to the outside of the ring. Devani follows after first directly in front of him and the two move into a lock up. From behind Shaun Wilson slides out of the ring and moves in on Tottington who is preoccupied. He cinches his hands and arms around Colbert’s arms and pulls him back for Devani to have free will. She gives the posh English wanna be a kick to the mid section and then her and Wilson grab him as he doubles over and throw him into the guard rail at ringside. Zesboca and Shaun go immediately to the boots on Sir Colbert as he lies on the ground. Lord General Mortimer Igneous, makes his way around the ring in a hurry and begins to throw forearms in the back of Zesboca who has her back to him. Referee, Fuzz makes who is watching the match closely quickly moves in quickly removing the manager from Devani who is dropped down to one knee from the attack. Shaun turns his attention from the attack on Sir Colbert momentarily as well just to see what is going on and this gives Colbert enough time to roll under the ring apron to a safe place under the ring. When Shaun turns around Colbert is gone and he begins to look about for his opponent. He even lifts the ring apron and gives a quick glance under the ring looking for Tottington who has now rolled back out from under the ring and behind Wilson who is preoccupied looking for him. On the other side of Tottington is Zesboca who is back on her feet and trying to get at the Lord General who has removed a few single bills from his wallet and is waiving them and a finger at the former lap dancer. Fuzz continues to act as a barricade to the two and warns Igneous that he could be ejected for his actions. CM: “See I’m not the only that thinks she’s a slut….LORD GENERAL! SEND HER TO MY HOTEL ROOM AFTER YOUR DONE WITH HER!” JH: “You do realize he probably can’t hear you.” Igneous though nods in the direction of Chip and smiles proving Hitchen wrong. CM: “Who feels dumb now?” Maj…err…I mean Sir Colbert then rolls up to his feet and as Wilson turns around Colbert charges in with a spear leveling him off his feet and the arena floor. CM: “The dogs have been released!” CL: “I have to say that is the dumbest move ever. I’m just glad that he doesn’t use it as his finish. Who really thinks that a shoulder tackle to the stomach could finish someone?” JH: “Well when you have a two hundred and forty pound man driving all his weight into you. Its quite possible!” CL: “Knock the wind out of you maybe. Finish you….NO!” Colbert recovers and moves to his feet moving straight for Zesboca who is still busy with Lord General Mortimer Igneous. He grabs her by the shoulder and spins her around but she reacts instinctively with a huge slap that catches him in the side of the face and sends him staggering backwards. She then moves in grabbing him by the shoulders and gives him a hard knee to the groin. CM: “Bet she learned that in the strip club.” CL: “She sure as hell didn’t learn it in a belly dancing class.” JH: “You know there are plenty of women’s self defense classes that teach that maneuver.” CM: *with a smirk* “Is that so?” CL: “You learning how to defend yourself, Jonathan?” Both Chip and Constance laugh to themselves as we move back to the action and Sir Colbert Tottington collapses to the floor holding his testicles. Now having the Lord General and Zesboca separated, Fuzz moves back to the action and watches on as Zesboca picks up her opponent. As she lifts Colbert to his feet Shaun begins to rise back to his feet sucking in deep breaths and moves back toward his other two opponents. He moves in with Zesboca as she flips Colbert back over with a snapmare in a seated position on the outside of the ring. She then follows in with a stiff kick to his spine and this is followed by a kick to the chest by Shaun. The two continue at this taking turns kicking their opponent several times and then Zesboca moves to the front with Shaun and both of them kick his square in the face driving him to his back on the mat. They then pick Colbert up and shove him into the ring, following after Devani first and then Wilson. Shaun then picks Colbert up and whips him quickly into the turnbuckle. He then motions for Zesboca to have a go at him. This she does as she charges forward and then rolls through with a wheel kick that connects with her opponents face. Colbert then staggers out of the corner dazed as Shaun sprints in running up the turnbuckle and bounding off with a springboard bulldog that drives Colbert into the ground head first. He then quickly recovers and rolls his opponent over and covers for the pinfall. Fuzz quickly slides into position. [align=center]…1 …BROKE UP[/align] Zesboca is not having Wilson trying to steal the win from her and blasts out with a kick to his face breaking the pinfall and causing him to roll over clutching his face in agony. She then seizes the opportunity and jumps on top of Tottington and hooks his leg for a pinfall of her own. Fuzz who was moving to his feet drops back down and begins the count for the Egyptian beauty. [align=center]…1 …2 …ZESBOCA PULLED OF COLBERT[/align] Shaun interjects just in time as he grabs the foot of his female opponent and yanks her off of Colbert. JH: “Two very close calls.” CL: “Doesn’t look like its clear who’s gonna get the rub in this match.” CM: *laughs* “I bet I can tell you who’s going to be giving the rub.” JH: “For god sakes already. How old are you again?” Zesboca moves to her feet and gets right in the face of Shaun Wilson. The two begin to argue and it is Zesboca that reacts physically first nailing Shaun with a hard open hand slap. He holds his face momentarily and then turns back angered grabbing her by the hair and hesitates momentarily whether he should honor the lesson he and many males are taught as youngsters….never to hit a woman. But in that split second he decides that he will retaliate and that he does dropping the Egyptian wrestler to the mat with a huge right hand. Wilson then moves back against the ropes and waits as she recovers herself on the opposite side of the ring and then charges at her once she is to her feet and nails her with a spinning wheel kick that lifts her over the ropes and down to the floor where she lands nastily twisting her right knee and she collapses to the floor in agony and holding onto her leg in pain. CL: “HOLY FUCKING SICK! DID YOU SEE THE WAY HER KNEE TWISTED!?” CM: “Right now would be Shaun Wilson’s time to capitalize and take the victory for himself.” JH: “It absolutely would. It is a shame though that Zesboca appears to be injured. The last thing we want to see or wish upon anyone is serious injury!” Shaun then returns to his feet and moves after Colbert who is slowly starting to move up to his feet. Wilson goes back to the bag with something that worked before bounding up the ropes and then springboarding off the rope and goes for another bulldog Colbert but this time the posh brit wannabe is refreshed enough and catches his opponent in mid air and holds him up while moving toward the ropes. He then drops Shaun over the ropes crotching him on the top rope. Shaun’s face is overcome with surprise and pain as Colbert then grabs the ropes and begins to pull them up and down adding insult to injury. Tottington then climbs through the ropes onto the ring apron and grabs Shaun by the neck and then drops down to the floor with a modified neck breaker. During this maneuver Shaun’s leg gets caught up in the ropes and then his head cracks off the edge of the ring. He then dangles by a leg as Colbert turns to him slapping him about the head a couple of time before heading around the ring toward Zesboca who is still down holding her leg. JH: “How quickly the cards can turn in a match.” CM: “He had better act quickly if he wants to pick up the victory.” And quick he does move as he moves straight into Zesboca and targets in on the leg she is grasping onto. He pulls it free from her clutches and drives a boot into the side of her knee cap causing her to scream out in pain. He then holds it out extended and places his knee into the side of it before dropping down his knee and crushing her knee even further as he smashes it into the ringside flooring. Then without hesitation and Zesboca with tears of pain running down the side of her face. Colbert locks in the Indian deathlock and Fuzz moves into position quickly looking for the submission. Zesboca gives in quickly as she is in excruciating pain and her hand taps to the ground several times. [align=center]TAP!!! TAP!!! TAP!!![/align] Fuzz quickly calls for the bell and breaks the hold he and soon accompanied by trainers rushing to the ring check on Devani. [align=center]DING DING DING[/align] Lord General Mortimer Igneous moves over and pries Fuzz away from the very hurt Zesboca and pulls him over to his charge and instructs him to lift his hand in victory. CM: “Another impressive victory by Sir Colbert Tottington.” CL: “It wasn’t all that impressive.” JH: “Even though I don’t particularly care for Zesboca Devani. I sure hope she is not too injured.” CM: “Me either. Lord General was going to send her to my hotel room.” JH: “Your disgusting!” MA: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY SUBMISSION….*sigh*….SIR COLBERT TOTTINGTON!” Trainers assist Zesboca backstage with her arms over their shoulders and some other trainers assist Shaun in getting untangled from the ropes as the Lord General and Sir Colbert continue their celebration up the ramp. |
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| Crimson Shards | Jul 21 2007, 02:31 AM Post #4 |
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JH: Next up should be a very entertaining match, as Elrick teams up with the First Wonder of the World, Ethan Adams, to take on the former World Tag Team Champions in The Revolution. CM: One can only hope Nightmare doesn’t submit to a top wristlock this time.. JH: Will you be quiet? That submission last week was only the fourth time in Nightmare’s five year career that he’s ever submitted, and honestly I’d like to see YOU not submit with a 255 pound man applying a headlock the way XK was doing last week. 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: “The following contest is a tag team match set for one fall! 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. 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 268 pounds, ELLLLLLRICK!!! …The crowd roar as Elrick appears on the entrance stage, he raises his arms. Elrick then walks towards the ring, he high fives some fans hands as they cheer and some rock out to “Alive And Kicking” stopping half way he points up towards the rafters signaling respect for his father. He gets to the ring and climbs up to the apron, turning back to the fans where he shouts some sort of quote, getting the fans buzzing. He then climbs in the ring and awaits the match to get underway. The house lights drop, immediately sending the crowd into a frenzy as they know EXACTLY who's on their way.. [align=center]"As the day is long... as the damage done..." RISE![/align]. As one, the crowd LEAPS to their feet, all of them throwing 'R' signs into the air as the lights all over the arena begin to blaze and strobe maniacally to the thunder known as 'Damage Done' by Mushroomhead. Nightmare steps out onto the stage, coat drifting behind him, and Grant Rice follows him out a moment later, both raising the 'R' handsign to the crowd on opposite sides of the ramp, the theme song barely being heard over the noise. MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THEIR OPPONENTS! ON THEIR WAY TO THE RING, AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 523 POUNDS, GRANT RICE AND NIGHTMARE, THEY ARE...THE! RRRRRRRRRRREVOLUUUUUUTION! [align=center]Get the hammers high! Get in line to get fucked up! Get the hammers high! Get fucked up![/align] They converge at the center of the stage and head down the ramp, Nightmare tagging hands with the fans as Grant just heads straight for the ring, stopping at the apron to wait for Nightmare to reach him and slide underneath the ropes before entering the ring himself. He goes up on the turnbuckle, beckoning the crowd to shower the Revolution with their praise as Nightmare riles up the crowd on the other turnbuckle as only he can, taunting, flexing and such like. As soon as the chorus hits they begin screaming the lyrics with the song and the crowd, both holding up both hands in the 'R' handsign. [align=center]GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA TEAR THIS GONE-DEAD WORLD APART! GONNA WAKE SHIT UP! GONNA BREAK SHIT UP! DON'T DOUBT THE HATE THAT'S INSIDE OF MY HEART! GONNA BREAK HUMANITY JUST IN SPITE OF ME! GAZE INTO MY EYES AND YOU'LL FIIIIIIIIIIIND!!![/align] They drop off the buckle and meet in the center of the ring, speaking with each other quietly as the music and lights fade away, leaving the crowd at a fevered pitch and ready for war. JH: Seems like the fans are at a four way tie with who they’re rooting for in this match, this ought to be a fun one! CL: I’m expecting the Revolution to get it over quickly, no doubt they want to avenge their loss last week and show Hardcore Pussy that they’re not to be overlooked. It would appear as the bell rings that Nightmare is going to start the match against The First Wonder of the World, as Nightmare turns his back to touch fists with Grant and then moves to lock up with Ethan, they tie up in the center of the ring, and despite Ethan’s impressive strength after a few moments of struggling Nightmare muscles Ethan into the corner and doubles him over with a right handed bodyblow, then follows up by connecting with a pair of forearms to the face. Nightmare then pulls Ethan out of the corner and whips him into the ropes, Ethan comes off and ducks the coming back elbow, Nightmare turns around and takes a dropkick from Ethan which staggers the big man back towards the ropes, Ethan comes charging but Nightmare lowers his base and backdrops him over the top—no, Ethan lands on the apron and connects with a forearm, Nightmare stumbles to the center of the ring, Ethan climbs to the top and attempts a moonsault but Nightmare catches him in midair, bringing him over and dropping him FACEFIRST onto the buckle, Ethan stumbles right into a spinebuster! JH: WOW! Fast-paced action in the early going but Nightmare slows it down right away by exerting his power, he’s got to do that if he wants to help Revolution get a win! Nightmare makes the first cover of the match.. [align=center]1.. 2.. Saved by Elrick![/align] CL: Not nearly enough to put Ethan away, still a smart idea to pin right away, though. Nightmare’s got to watch Smellrick and make sure he’s taken care of before he tries another pin, that little rat has good ring presence and will almost always be there to fuck up the pin. Nightmare picks Ethan up now and rocks him with a haymaker, stumbling the smaller man into the corner of the Revolution where he makes the tag to Grant Rice, the two whip Ethan into the opposite side corner together, Nightmare charging in first with a big body avalanche, still exerting his tremendous strength, Grant comes charging in now with the same idea but gets a boot to the mush for his troubles, Ethan jumps up on the top rope quickly while still facing Grant and connects with a great missile dropkick, knocking Grant Rice down as the fans cheer his athletic ability, Ethan picks Grant up and nails him with a couple forearms before an Irish whip follows, Ethan tries a high knee strike but Grant, using his own power, catches Ethan in midair and connects with a shinbreaker, hanging onto the hold as he lifts him up and drops him with a high angle back suplex! With Ethan down now, Grant goes for his leg and stomps on the ankle, then he connects with smashing his knee against the mat! Elrick is clapping now on the outside, encouraging Ethan on and trying to get the crowd behind the First Wonder of the World. JH: Grant going to work on the leg now of Ethan Adams.. CM: BORING! Rake his face on the ropes, Grant! He used to be so fun to watch, being a dick like he was, until that fuck Nightmare made a good guy out of him. Grant picks up Ethan now but Ethan fires back with a couple forearms to the face, Grant knees him in the gut to shut that offense down and brings him to the Revolution corner, tagging Nightmare back in, the two whip Ethan into the ropes and connect with a double hiptoss, Nightmare staying on for the pin.. [align=center]1.. 2.. Ethan kicks out![/align] JH: Great resilience by Ethan Adams here, he’s got to find a window of opportunity though to tag Elrick in, the former Tag Team Champions are cutting him off from his own half of the ring. Ethan tries to get up now but Nightmare stays on him, picking him up in a front facelock and lifting him vertical for a suplex, Ethan starts wiggling his legs though and makes Nightmare lose his grip, making Nightmare drop him safely on the apron, Ethan headbutts Nightmare to create some distance and then springboards up, leaping and hitting the Ratings Spike right in the middle of the ring! Ethan hooks the leg for his first cover.. [align=center]1.. 2.. KICKOUT!![/align] JH: Very smart move, Ethan caught him completely off guard! He needs a tag! CM: Don’t tag Smellrick! I’m actually enjoying this now! Ethan starts the combat crawl to the corner as Nightmare is still down in the middle of the ring, Ethan gets closer and closer to Elrick as Nightmare starts to move, finally when Nightmare gets up Ethan is able to tag Elrick in to tremendous cheers! Elrick comes hurtling in and takes down Nightmare with a lariat, then doles out another when Nightmare comes back up, Elrick pushes him and whips him into the ropes where he connects with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex on the rebound! Elrick scrambles over and makes a cover.. [align=center]1.. 2.. SAVED by Grant Rice![/align] JH: Elrick now taking it to his best friend, you’d think with everything that they’ve done to each other over the years that there would be a deep-seeded hatred, but Elrick and Nightmare have shown more respect for each other than perhaps anybody here in FIW! CM: I no longer care now that Elrick’s involved. Elrick picks up Nightmare now and sends him to the corner, setting him up on the top and stunning him with a headbutt, Elrick goes up after him looking for a superplex but his best friend blocks it with a shot to the gut, another shot follows that, then Nightmare pushes Elrick off the top, landing him back first on the mat, Nightmare hops down from the buckle and grabs Elrick when he gets back up, launching him into the turnbuckle with a Snap Suplex! Elrick rebounds and lands face first on the mat as now Night quickly tags Grant Rice in, holding him down so that Grant can hit a knee drop from the second rope! Night exits to the outside as Grant covers.. [align=center]1.. 2.. Elrick kicks out![/align] JH: Ooh, close! Great effort by both teams! Grant grabs Elrick’s foot now and SMASHES his knee against the mat, then measures his foot out so he can stomp directly on the ankle. Grant follows up on this new assault on El’s ankle by applying an Indian Deathlock, stretching Elrick’s ankle back as he refuses to quit, the crowd pounding the rails now in support of both competitors. Elrick seems to be inching closer and closer to the ropes as Grant continues to put the pressure on, but Ethan Adams helps out by coming in and delivering a soccer kick to Grant’s bridged back, breaking the hold up! Ethan goes to press the attack but he’s cut off by Nightmare, the two trading blows until Nightmare takes Ethan over the top with a clothesline that also takes him to the floor! Grant picks up Elrick in the meantime and double underhooks him, going for the C4, but Elrick backdrops him out of it, picking Grant up on the rebound and SPINEBUSTERING him to the canvas! The crowd ROARS as Elrick calls for the Career Killer, waiting for Grant to get up, he picks Grant up once he’s up and spins him for his finisher but Grant grabs his foot as he’s being spun, making Elrick fall facefirst, Grant IMMEDIATELY applies Straight Mizery afterwards! JH: STRAIGHT MIZERAHHHHHHH! CM: How in the fuck did he do that!? CL: You’re damn right! AMAZING counter by Grant Rice, even though he is a proponent of Horrorcore just like he should be, he can wrestle too with the best of them! Grant RIPS at the ankle as Nightmare and Ethan continue to fight on the outside, Ethan trying to get to Elrick and the Prince of Pain preventing it, Elrick fights his heart out trying to get to the ropes, but Grant pulls him back when he’s within a fingertip’s reach, grapevining the ankle and at that point Elrick has no choice but to tap out! MA: Your winners by submission, THE REVOLUUUUUUTION!!!! JH: Revolution gets the submission victory in a very fast paced tag encounter—wait a minute! TANAKA ZAIBATSU! Indeed, the Tag Team Champions Mr. Blond and Momoko Wakari, with several Yakuza thugs in tow, storm the ring and start brawling with all four men involved, Elrick and Grant now turning their attention to the hulking thugs squaring off with them as Momoko sends Ethan into the stairs and starts choking him with her boot, Blondie ramming Nightmare facefirst into the post! Grant and Elrick are holding their own but are quickly becoming overwhelmed, as the crowd starts chanting for Jamie Lee, for Extreme Ninja 2, for anybody that could come help these guys, until the lights go out! JH: The hell is going on! All of a sudden, bagpipes start playing over the speakers, accompanied by fast paced drums and guitars, known as a song by the White Stripes called “St. Andrew”, as a woman’s voice speaks over the music, white strobe lights are flashing everywhere. [align=center]This battle is in the air I'm looking upwards… Where are the angels? I'm not in my home…[/align] CM: Who the fuck was that?!! I just felt something run past me! CL: What’s going on?? [align=center]St. Andrew, don't forsake me! St. Andrew…. Don't forsake me! Who is here to greet me? The children are kind… I'm not in my home… I travel backwards in ecstasy…. Where are the angels?.... Don't forget me!... St. Andrew! I've been true! What do I need to say? What do I need to say?...[/align] Then, some words appear on The ‘Tron.. [align=center]JULY 20th… NOW… YOU WILL RECEIVE HIM[/align] All eyes point to the ring now as the strobes stop, and all the lights are dark, then when they blaze back on, PRIEST IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH A STEEL CHAIR! JH: HE’S HERE! HE IS HERE!! CM: Good Christ, what is that?! WHO is that? JH: That’s Priest! The man from the video last week! The noise is DEAFENING as Priest fires chair shot after chair shot, felling Yakuza thugs left and right and sending them scrambling out of the ring, Blond and Momoko enter as Priest tosses the chair to Grant Rice, Priest squares himself to fight as he ducks a shot from Mr. Blond and tucks into a NICE dropkick to the back, staggering him to the ropes, Blond quickly sees the gravity of his situation and ducks out of the ring, dragging Momoko with him as she still wants to fight, but the two exit through the crowd as Priest exits the ring and gives chase, Grant wielding the chair, looking just as confused as Nightmare does about Priest helping them. Meanwhile Ethan Adams gets Elrick’s attention and offers his hand, obviously saying thanks for the teamwork, Elrick thinks about it for a moment then firmly shakes his hand as the scene fades away from this match. JH: Ladies and gentlemen, Priest is in FIW and he just chased off the Tag Team Champions! 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| Crimson Shards | Jul 21 2007, 02:32 AM Post #5 |
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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 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. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from the streets of New York City… CRRRRRACKERJAAAAAACK!!! 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. The thunderous growl of a motorcylce engine almost deafens the opening to the entirely-instrumental "Oden's Ride Over Nordland" by Bathory. The music stirs as the lights turn a deep blue, Odin riding onstage on his custom motorcycle Sleipnir. He raises a fist as the engine idles, steadies himself, and GUNS the bike, ramping the stairs and landing with a squeak of tires. MA: And his opponent! Making his way to the ring, from Citadel of Asgard Falls, Wyoming... standing six feet, eight inches and weighing in at THREE hundred TWELVE pounds... OOOOOOOOOOODIIIIIIIIIINNNN!!! Odin rides his bike once around the ring as Skuld subtly makes her way down to ringside with Odin's wolves, Geri and Freki, on long chain leashes. She stands in Odin's corner as he finishes his ride, chaining the wolves to the ring post and giving Odin a kiss on the cheek for luck as he pops the kickstand and kills the engine on Sleipnir. Odin steps between the ropes, ready to do battle. [align=center]DINGDINGDINGDING![/align] Crackerjack’s fist hears that ding and desides it’s going to drag its master to project a flight path straight into Odin’s face! CM: HA! Crackerjack’s rage just met Odin’s calculations and divided by fucking zero! A raging Odin counters with a toe kick and a HAYMAKER all his own that sends Crackerjack spiraling in the opposite direction, holding his mask. JH: I don’t think Crackerjack is used to having competition so equally on-level with him, what do you think, Conse? CL: I think you masturbate to a picture of Martin’s asshole every night. CM: Oo, good choice. It’s squeaky-clean. I just had an asscial. Odin persues Crackerjack but the violent giant is ready for him with a surprise spinning elbow! CM: HURRICANE ELBOW!! Odin is temporarily opened up by the ferocity of the blow and Crackerjack takes him down with a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE running DDT!! JH: Good sweet Christ! Crackerjack just drove Odin’s head like a nail into the canvas! ‘Jack swivels into a mount and begins laying fierce lefts and rights into Odin’s face before the God of Rock puts up both palms to catch a fist each. He then thrusts forward with all his might, sending Crackerjack off his midsection with a thump. JH: You just cannot deny Odin’s sheer, raw power! Odin gets up as quickly as possible, but unfortunately for him, Crackerjack’s just a bit quicker. He Irish whips Odin HARD into the ropes, SO hard you can see the red welts from Odin’s impact as he rebounds off. Crackerjack moves to intercept him, but Odin raises a HAM-FISTED HAYMAKER!!! JH: Crackerjack just got JACKED by the Fist of the All-Father! Crackerjack stumbles backward as Odin makes a few paces behind him, catching him around the back of the neck with a goozle. JH: Oh, here it comes! Here it comes! Odin LIIIIIFTS Crackerjack off the canvas and SLAAAMMMMS him face-first into the mat! He rolls the madman over and hooks the leg for a cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] CM: This one’s over, folks! MA: Your winner, by pinfall… OOOOOOOODIIIIIIINNNN!!! JH: I guess when the unstoppable object meets another unstoppable object, one of them just HAS to stop; FAST, and HARD. CL: Quick match, lots of power, not surprised Odin picked up a three. He’d been working Crackerjack’s dome since around the beginning of the match. JH: Very true Conse. Odin is passed his axe in celebratory fashion from Skuld, and he steps up onto the second turnbuckle, playing Crackerjack’s theme music almost in mockery (only almost because White Zombie is awesome). What Odin doesn’t see is Crackerjack getting up behind him. JH: Look out, Odin! He YANKS the victor down off his perch and pries the guitar out of his hands before SMASHING IT OVER ODIN’S HEAD!!! Odin goes down like a cheerleader at a homecoming, and Crackerjack turns his gaze of rage upon the referee. JH: Oh, COME ON! CL: This is Crackerjack at his finest! Teach that charlatan a lesson! Truth positions his wrists like Spider-man about to sling a web and begins “shooting” scarves, flowers, and cards out from his sleeves, but to no avail, as regardless of what the game says, a rock-hard clothesline beats paper cards any day. Crackerjack’s REAL music kicks in, but that doesn’t seem to deter him and he begins punching and tossing and assaulting everyone at ringside, from camera jockeys to ring monkeys! CM: SHIT! Looks like he’s coming up here! Security floods the stage as Crackerjack begins to make his way to the announcer’s cell. He tosses them into the barricades and mows them down like the manolith he is before finally meeting Lazaro at the top of the stage. Lazaro stares him down and shouts logic at him, which Crackerjack responds to with a fist. Lazaro takes the fist and starts throwing a few of his own, and to a burst of cheers Odin now charges up the ramp! JH: The cavalry has arrived! With Odin’s help, Lazaro subdues the raging Crackerjack and gets enough security attached to him to drag him through the curtain. JH: Someone SERIOUSLY needs to get that man some prozac! |
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| Crimson Shards | Jul 21 2007, 02:33 AM Post #6 |
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The musical jingles familiar to Kill Bill fans of Ironside’s “Quincy Jones” hits on the PA system as red lights around the arena behind to strobe in and out to the creepy air of the music before the ear-splitting tunes of “Dead In Hollywood” by Murderdolls pound out the PA system … JH: Somewhat of a nightmare tag match here. Team Sexy Awesome have been split down the middle with Jaime Lee forced to team with the unpredictable Momoko, and Lesbiana Fantastica teaming up with the Queen Bee-atch, Kailey Lane. CM: Yip, there’s no love lost between…Queen Bee-atch! Oh I get it! HA! CL: *grumble* Momoko appears from behind the curtain with her Stop Sign in one hand and a sickle and staple gun attached to each other by a chain on each of the handles. JH: Horrocore rules in play tonight, so those “accessories” are completely legal. CM: D’ya think she swiped that staple gun from accounts? JH: I…I don’t know. CM: ‘Cos Ted from accounts lost his is all. JH: Does it matter? CM: Matters to Ted. Momoko raises the Stop Sign in the air for the admiration of the fans and yelling what we can assume is an insult in her native language to the fans in attendance and saunters down the ramp way towards the ring… Momoko upon reaching the ring places her sickle, staple gun and Stop Sign in her corner before climbing into the ring and to the middle rope of her corner’s turnbuckle. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Horrorcore rules, tag team match! Introducing first, Saitama, Japan MOMOKO, WAKAAAAAARIIIIIIIIII!!! She then stares out callously to the masses in attendance and flips the bird to everyone in her immediate area before hopping back down and awaiting the match to start. [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. CL: Urgh. I should shoot her in the face for forcing me to listen to Kelly freaking Clarkson week in, week out. CM: I’d love to shoot her in the face, but not with a gun. *cheeky wink* JH: You sicken me. CM: D’ya get it? “Shoot” her in the face. JH: Yeah I get it. CM: Not with a gun though. JH: We all got it! CM: …with my penis. JH: For the love of God man! 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, making her way to the ring from Aurora, Ohio… JAAAYYYYMMMMMEEEE LLLLLEEEEEEEE!!!!! 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 into her corner, nodding gingerly toward her “partner”. Momoko responds with a cold stare and a somber nod of her own. JH: It’s a cold alliance, and frankly it wouldn’t surprise me if Jaime was digging that sickle out of her back by the end of the match. CL: If it would stop the Kelly Clarkson I’d welcome it. CM: You love her really. CL: Die now. 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! 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. MA: And their opponents! Introducing first, from somewhere along the Australian/Mexican border, LA LESBIANA, FAN-TAS-TICAAAAAAAAA!!! As she drops back into the ring the lights come back up and the music slowly fades, and the lucahdora extraordinaire moves towards her BFF. The two exchange words, their pensive expressions betraying how uncomfortable they both are with the situation. CL: Ah suck it up. You’re gonna have to face each other at some point. CL: I’d like them to “suck it up”. JH: Leave it. CM: What I mean is -- JH: I’ll hurt you. 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] 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. CM: I would pay money to be that pole. [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. CM: Arww. It’s always over too quick. JH: That’s what she said! *snicker* CM: Oh real mature. [align=center]Because the music do and it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you, too, your scream's a whisper Hang on you twisted transistor[/align] She reaches the ring and straddles the bottom rope, sliding her arms along the length of the rope and wrapping her hands around it as she writhes her hips against the taut fibers 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] MA: And her tag team partner, Nashville, Tennessee, KAILEY, LAAAAAAAAAANE!!!! 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. JH: I really have no idea how this is going to play out. Will they stick to their teams? Will they turn on each other? Will it just descend into one big…big… CL: Clusterfuck? JH: …Quite. Logan Black ushers each team into their respective corners. Momoko and Kailey go without a word but Jaime and Lesbiana share a quick hug first as they wish each other good luck. CL: I don’t know whether to throw up, or kill them. JH: I think it’s nice. A rare moment of friendly sportsmanship in what promises to be a chaotic match. CL: …You’re either really British, or really gay. As Jaime and Lesbiana separate and head back to their respective corners they find their tag team partners already stepping out onto the apron. Team Sexy Awesome looks to question them but both Kailey and Momoko look set to make this match as awkward for the BFFs as possible by forcing them to start against each other. JH: Interesting. Kailey and Momoko are screwing with their teammates already. Logan’s getting bored waiting. He has to get home in time to watch Celebrity Skank Island on Fox, and his Tivo’s broken, so with two wrestlers in the ring and two out he calls for the bell and officially gets the party started. DING, DING! Lesbiana and Jaime look a bit daunted at first but they manage to suck it up. They move into the centre of the ring and give each other a nervous nod before…Kailey and Momoko come sprinting into the ring and shoulder tackle themselves into their opponents backs! Lee and Fantastica CRACK skulls and fall into the waiting arms of their opponents! JH: And the backstabbing begins in earnest. CM: Earnest goes Backstabbing. I love that film. Momoko grabs Lesbiana by the wrist and Kailey does the same with Jaime as both members of Team Sexy Awesome get whipped into the ropes. As Lesbiana bounces off once set of cables Momoko runs at the opposite ones and they meet up again in the middle of the ring as Momoko takes her down with a Flying Cross Body! Kailey on the other hand stands her ground and waits for Jaime to come to her, before CRACKING her heel off her skull with a Spinning Wheel Kick that takes Miss Lee down to the canvas! CM: This is so confusing. Jaime and Lesbaina are a team, but not tonight, and Momoko and Kailey aren’t a team either, but their working as a team. I don’t think my brain can cope with this. JH: There are so many things your brain can’t cope with. It doesn’t help that Logan Black seems to be doing sod all to restore order here. CL: It’s Horrorcore baby, there is no order. With Lesbiana still woozy from the head crack and the cross body, Momoko leaves her for a moment and heads out of the ring to look for toys. Kailey on the other hand likes to work with her hands… CM: I bet she does! Quiet! No responding to the narration, you’ll break the illusion. CM: Sorry. What did I just say!? Anyway, Kailey drags the equally woozy Jaime Lee back to her feet. She steadies her opponent, and indeed herself before spinning round and landing a Roundhouse Kick to the side of Jaime’s head, but before she can even fall to the canvas Kailey follows it up with a Crescent Kick! JH: TORNADO ALLEY! Jaime stumbles back into the ropes and is thrown back out to the merciless Miss Lane, who leaps onto her shoulders and drags her into a pin with a Hurricanrana! Logan drops for the count! [align=center]One! Tw - NO![/align] Jaime kicks out and manages to shove Kailey off of her, just in time for Momoko to come charging in with her patented STOP sign! She was going to break up the pin but Jaime did that for her, so she SMASHES the sign over Kailey’s head anyway. She drops down for the pin on Kailey… [align=center]One! Two! NO![/align] Momoko yanks Kailey’s head and shoulders off the canvas. CM: Looks like she’s not done with her yet. Momoko wants to play. JH: Unwise. Kailey’s no throwaway T&A diva. If you get a chance to put her down you bloody well do it. Momoko scoops up her STOP sign and takes it over to a near corner where she leans it against the turnbuckles. She heads back to Kailey and drags her back to her feet, then takes her by the wrist and whips her across the ring toward her set up sign! Kailey CRASHES into the steel and lands in a heap in the corner, defenseless against a charging Momoko who SPEARS her into the sign with a diving Dropkick! CM: Kailey’s getting PWNED! Momoko pulls her tangled corpse out of the ropes into a better pinning position, but Lesbiana comes charging in from behind and leaps up onto Momoko’s shoulders! Wakari stumbles around as Lesbiana DRIVES a Double Axe Handle into the crown of her head, then flips back into a pin! JH: DONKEY KONG’S JUNGLE BEAT! Logan counts… [align=center]One! Two! NO!![/align] Jaime drags Lesbiana off Momoko! CM: Oooooooh. Lesbiana scrambles to her feet and comes face to face with her BFF. The two share awkward glances for what seems like an eternity, neither quite sure what to make of the situation. CL: Either hit her, or kiss her, either way works for me. JH: You’re a sick man. CL: No shit, Sherlock. Neither one seems to want to hurt the other, but what’s this? Lesbiana clenches her fist…she reels back…and she fires a knuckle sandwich right into the jaw…of Momoko who’s risen to her feet behind Jaime! Lee ducks out of the way as Fantastica sends Momoko reeling. The Aussie Luchadora grabs her by the arm and whips the pink haired goth lolita off to the side and into her corner. Jaime shrugs, and moves in on the stirring Kailey. She drags her up to her feet and whips her out of the corner, all the way cross the ring and into the opposite set of turnbuckles! Jaime sets herself up, and SPRINTS off toward Kailey! Halfway across the ring she goes all cheerleader on us and Handsprings her way into the corner, culminating in a back elbow SMASH right into the face of Kailey Lane! JH: Beautiful move by Jaime Lee! CL: Utterly pointless. All that flippy floppy crap just for a back elbow to the face. CM: Looked pretty though. Jaime grabs Kailey’s arm and WRENCHES it round before pointing to the skies and eliciting cheers from the crowd! She pulls Kailey out of the corner and climbs the turnbuckles herself. Once at the top she starts walking across the top rope! JH: Fantastic balance from Lee as she walks the ropes. CM: You could say, “That’s so Jaim” - Oh. As Jaime sets herself up for the Hurricanrana finish, Kailey snaps back to her senses and YANKS her off the top rope! Jaime CRASHES to the canvas and Kailey takes a moment to gather her bearings. Meanwhile, Lesbiana staggers into the scene, quickly followed by Momoko who throws herself onto her with a Lou Thesz Press! The two CRASH to the canvas with Momoko on top… CM: …I’m saying nothing. Makes a change. But what’s this!? JH: Is that? Oh Jebus! While we were busy watching Jaime and Kailey, it would seem Momoko has retrieves her staple gun. Momoko reels back and SMACKS Lesbiana across the face with the butt of her metallic staple gun, knocking the dizzy blonde even dizzier and allowing Momoko to sit back and really enjoy this. JH: I can’t watch. CL: *on the phone* Yeah, Syb…Start up the Tivo. As Conse’s other half hits the record button, Momoko yells at her prey… Momoko: I think your mask is loose. Here, let me get that for you. …and FIRES a STAPLE into Lesbiana’s FOREHEAD! CM: SWEET VALLEY HIGH! Lesbiana screams in pain as her trademark mask is stapled securely to her face! And Momoko’s loving every minute of it, especially as the tiny trickles of blood begin to permeate the mask. But her fun is short lived, for hell have no fury like that of a BFF! JH: Jaime’s rushing Momoko! Her own team mate! Jaime charges in and flips over Momoko, grabbing her head on the way over and SNAPPING her back into the canvas with a modified OverCastle! She shoved Momoko out of the way and quickly rushes to her friend’s side. CL: Urgh, I knew she’d ruin it. JH: She’s concerned about her friend damn it. For Christ’s sake she just got stapled in the head. CL: And she’s being a total pussy about it. CM: You are what you eat. As Jaime worries over her friend and Momoko swats away the dancing birdies, Kailey suspiciously slips out of the ring and heads off up the ramp. JH: No where’s she going? CM: She’s walking out! What the hell!? CL: Guess she had enough of this friendship crap as well. Kailey makes it all the way back to the entrance and…stops. She stoops down…and picks up her stripper pole…and turns round and charges back toward the ring! CM: She went back for her pole! Oooh! Think she’s gonna strip for us? JH: I doubt that’s what she has in mind. Back in the ring, Jaime helps her BFF back to her feet, just in time for Kailey to come sliding back into the ring and CHARGE into them, taking them both down to the canvas with a Double Clothesline courtesy of the STRIPPER POLE! CM: Best. Weapon. Ever. Both members of Team Sexy Awesome are reeling on the canvas after taking a steel pole to their throats, but Kailey ain’t down with them. She puts a boot to Lesbiana as she reaches down and drags up Jaime Lee. She takes her by the wrist and whips her across the ring and into the far corner, and RUSHES in after her. She SWINGS the steel pole and…MISSES! As Jaime Lee ducks under and pops up behind her. Kailey swivels round and comes face to face with Jaime, but over her shoulder she spots Momoko clutching her STOP sign ready to swing. Kailey smiles a devious smile and shoves Jaime backwards into Momoko, who uses her sign as a shield against the incoming body. Jaime gets deflected off to the side but ends up taking Momoko’s weapon with her, leaving the pink haired Asian defenseless against the pole swinging Kailey Lane. Kailey charges in, swings her steel stripper pole and…Momoko catches! The two struggle for control as Lesbiana and Jaime come to their senses in the background. CM: I’m starting to think no one’s going to dance around that pole. *sigh* Jaime gets back to her feet and runs at the ropes behind Kailey. She bounces off them and DRIVES a dropkick right into Kailey’s spine, ending the tug of war as Momoko is sent stumbling backwards with the pole! She lands on her ass in the corner with the steel pole laid across her and no idea of what happened to put her there. Not that she has much time to worry about that tough, as Lesbiana is also to her feet and looking for revenge! JH: I think it’s Bandito Busting time! CL: I think Lesbiana should turn around. She’s about to lose this match. That she is, as following up on her dropkick to Kailey’s spine, Jaime Lee has dropped down and is currently rolling Ms Lane up into a SCHOOLGIRL! [align=center]One![/align] Lesbiana takes a run up, and CHARGES into Momoko, throwing herself onto Little Miss-likes-to-staple and forcing that pole across her throat with the BANDITO BUSTER! [align=center]Two![/align] Kailey struggles to kick out, but it looks like Jaime’s got her rolled up nice and tight! [align=center]THREE!!![/align] DING, DING! MA: Here are your winners, MOMOKO WAKARIIII, AND, JAIME, LEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Kailey busts out just after the bell rings and rolls to the side, shocked and appalled that she could have lost in such a way. Jaime rolls away too, but jumps to her feet in celebration of her victory. Lesbiana pulls herself off Momoko and takes to her feet to see what all the commotion is about, only to realise she’s lost. She doesn’t seem too bummed about it though as she and Jaime are reunited as Team Sexy Awesome and share a celebratory hug. CL: Chip. Get my gun. CM: I don’t think I need to. Momoko’s up and looking pissed. Indeed she is, and she’s brandishing that pole. She charges in, aiming right for Team Sexy Awesome! She swings at Jaime but the pop princess ducks and uses Momoko’s momentum against her as she scoops her up in a Back Body Drop! Lesbiana kindly gets the ropes for her, yanking the top one down as Team Sexy Awesome dump their pink haired opponent outside the ring. CM: Ouch. Well at least she won the match. JH: Yes. And what a strange match it’s been. It was almost hard to tell who was on what side at times. Furious, Momoko gets to her feet and storms off up the ramp, leaving Kailey still in shock and Jaime Lee and Lesbiana Fantastica reunited. And it feels so good. |
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| Crimson Shards | Jul 21 2007, 02:36 AM Post #7 |
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We cut to a black screen, and it remains black for a few seconds. The crowd cheer. With one week before this mysterious stranger arrives, curiousity is at a high. A few people chant the names of various independant wrestlers, and a few old FIW fan favourites. The wind begins, howling, stronger than before. WHITE FLASH We hear the wind blowing stronger than before, almost storm strength. This time there is some rain mixed in. We travel at great speed this time, looking down on thousands of street lights, rushing past as seen from the air. We see cars, traffic jams, and soar over them all on our way to our destination. Red and white glowing pinpricks dot the landscape for miles around, before finally we arrive at the familiar sky scraper. In the distance, the sky turns orange, the sun beginning to rise. The camera moves closer in. Once again, there is a man stood on the top of the building. The camera flashes on his feet, a battered pair of sneakers, before returning to the long shot. It is daybreak, and the figure walks with a purpose the the edge of the building. The camera cuts close, and the figure, with his back to the camera, removes his hood. He is silhouetted against the morning sun, and turns to face us. He outstretches his arms. The camera zooms in extremely close to presumably the mysterious man's mouth, twisted in a smile. WHITE FLASH We cut to a black screen. The wind stops, replaced by a brief laugh, as the following words slowly materialise. He's Coming............ to FIW At Summer of SIN He's Coming.................. .............................HOME The chuckle tails off, and again we hear the wind picking up, getting very strong. The wind fades into a helicopter sound effect, before fading into silence. We hear a voice, whispering, almost as if the speaker was right next to your ear. Voice: Summer of Sin............. WHITE FLASH The tune of ‘No More Sorrow’ by Linkin Park fades in through out the arena, as the beat slowly picks up moving towards the as the crowd grow impatient in cheers until around the forty-five second mark of the song when the beat tunes in with the electric guitar and out from the curtains slowly walks out Matt Impact. The crowd goes up in cheers as the two-time World Champion makes his way slowly down the ramp wearing his latest t-shirt, as well as his wrestling attire as we fade into the first verse. [align=center]Are you lost, In your lies? Do you tell yourself I don't realize? Your crusade's, a disguise, Replace freedom with fear, You trade money for lives. I'm a-ware of what you've done![/align] Impact moves down to the ring as he looks out to the crowd nodding his head in appreciation and slapping hands with a bunch of the fans. He then jumps up onto the apron and comes into the ring over the middle rope as the chorus kicks in. MA: The following Summer of Sin preview match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing the participant in the ring! From Staten Island, New York! He weighs in tonight at two hundred and eighty-six pounds, standing at six-foot-five! He is MATT! IMMMMPPPPAAAACCCCTTTT!! [align=center]No, no more sorrow, I've paid for your mistakes! Your, time is borrowed, Your time has come to be re-placed![/align] Impact jumps up onto the nearest turnbuckle pounding his fist into his chest, kissing it, and then lifting it into the air to an ovation. He then repeats this on the opposite turnbuckle, before taking off his t-shirt and tossing it into the crowd to an ovation of cheers. He then looks up to the sky, out to the crowd again, and then down to the center of the ring where he picks his head up quickly following with a flex of his muscles with a smile on his face. He then nods his head again as he moves to an open corner stretching out his muscles. 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 synthesized 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 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... MA: And the opponent! Hailing from Komachi City, Japan! He weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds, standing six-foot-one! He is KIYOSHI! NAAAKKKKAAAAHHHHAATTTTAA!! Kiyoshi leaps down to the canvas and rips off his hooded coat, tossing it from the ring even as he begins to advance on his opponent. Impact shows no intimidation, stepping right up to the center of the ring where we get the inevitable staredown, intense-style. Michaela wastes no time in getting between the two men (or at least attempting) and trying to lay down some rules. They get thrown out the window when Kiyoshi comes out of nowhere with a sickening headbutt that cracks Impact square between the eyes and takes him down! JH: Hey wait a minute! CM: Kiyoshi starting things off the way I like it! Pummeling that son of a bitch ego maniac! JH: I haven’t even gotten a chance to build this match up! CL: You should’ve been talking during their entrances like usual. It’s too late now. Michaela backs the hell up and immediately calls for the bell to officially start the contest. Kiyoshi wastes no time in staying on his opponent, actually helping Impact get back to his feet, only to throw him over with a Tomoe Nage! Kiyoshi holds on, using the momentum to carry him straight into a mounted position on Impact, where he nails a palm strike right into Impact’s nose! JH: A Tomoe Nage from Kiyoshi. That’s a judo throw for anyone unfamiliar with it. CL: And he floated right over into a mounted position. He doesn’t appear to be letting up on Impact. CM: And he shouldn’t! Kiyoshi grabs Impact by the neck, dragging him up into a hard knee to the face! He throws his right knee upside Impact’s head, followed by the left one cracking the other side of Impact’s head! He finishes it off by sweeping Impact’s legs out from under him and DRIVING HIM ONTO THE BACK OF HIS NECK WITH A Tani Otoshi (maybe you know it as a Valley Drop? Maybe not? Maybe this site will help? Helped me, I think. Unless Daisuke is wondering what the hell I‘m doing with his character.) CL: Kiyoshi’s out here to prove he’s the next Dual Crown Champion. Sick knee strikes nailing Impact three times. JH: Followed up by another judo throw. Kiyoshi is in top form tonight. Impact hasn’t even had an opportunity to retaliate. CM: I know! Isn’t it awesome! While Kiyoshi gives himself a little power breather (it’s rough throwing a guy like Impact around), Impact takes the opportunity to try and get back to his feet. Power breather is over. Kiyoshi runs off the ropes and SMACKS IMPACT IN THE FACE WITH A KNEEL KICK! With lightning speed, Kiyoshi applies a scissor lock on Impact’s arm and falls backwards while pulling at Impact’s wrist! CL: Jujigatame! JH: Kiyoshi put that on so quick! I don’t think Impact even knew it was coming until he felt his arm almost being ripped off! CM: And I’m now going to sleep. Thanks a lot, Kiyoshi! Impact yells out in pain, trying to drag his large form across the canvas (and Kiyoshi’s entire body weight along with him) while reaching out for the nearest set of ropes. Kiyoshi doesn’t make it easy for Impact, hyperextending his elbow as he continues to apply the torturous pressure. JH: Kiyoshi is refusing to let up! Looking to destroy Matt Impact’s arm here tonight! CL: That hyperextension of the elbow is something that, believe it or not, could put Matt Impact out of Summer of Sin. If done properly. CM: How does he manage to find a way to slaughter Matt Impact, yet make it unenjoyable for me? But to no avail. Impact lets out a growling roar as he grabs a hold of the bottom rope! Kiyoshi doesn’t release the hold, however, giving the arm a couple more hyperextension tugs before Michaela yells for him to release the hold. That’s when he does. Impact pulls himself under the ropes, hugging onto the bottom rope while trying to shake the feeling back into his arm. Kiyoshi takes himself a little walk around the ring, gazing out amongst the crowd going absolutely crazy for Mr. Nakahata. Some cheering their favorite, some booing him for his domination over Impact. CM: I’m torn! I’m happy it’s over but now Matt Impact isn’t getting wailed on. Woe is me! JH: Get over yourself! Matt Impact is lucky to have made it to the ropes. Kiyoshi is unrelenting here tonight. CL: If you want to be the next Dual Crown Champion, you’ve got to be. Not letting any of it get to him, Kiyoshi turns his attention back to his downed opponent AND GETS DRILLED WITH A BIG TIME SPEAR! That is to say, Matt Impact forced himself to recover and charged at Kiyoshi just as he turned around. The force of Impact’s huge frame colliding nearly folds Kiyoshi in half! Both men are taken with the momentum, right through the ropes, bouncing off the apron and smacking into the mats at ringside! JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! A big-time spear from Matt Impact! CL: The impact, no pun intended, of that one move may have brought him right back into this contest. CM: No, no, no! Michaela leaps from the ring and quickly checks on both men. They appear to be shaken but in have no serious injuries. That leaves her with no choice but to get herself back in the ring and start up the infamous twenty count. ONE! Both men try to shake the little birdies from their line of vision. TWO! Kiyoshi grabs a hold of the ring skirt and uses it to drag himself up to his knees. THREE! Impact grabs a hold of the audience barricade, accomplishing the same feat. FOUR! Kiyoshi pulls himself fully up and spots Impact, hurrying over to him. FIVE! BAM! Impact nails the oncoming Kiyoshi with a headbutt! JH: Matt Impact returning the favor of how Kiyoshi started this encounter, it looks to me. CL: But he isn’t going to win anything out at ringside. If he was smart, he’d take this back into the ring. CM: And there’s the problem. That smart thing. JH: I think Impact’s taken so much punishment thus far, he’s not even thinking clearly at the moment. Just thinking revenge. SIX! Kiyoshi stumbles back and takes a second headbutt from Impact! SEVEN! Impact runs Kiyoshi back-first into the ring post! EIGHT! Impact throws all his body weight into one more headbutt, SANDWICHING KIYOSHI HEAD BETWEEN HIS OWN AND THE RING POST! NOOOO!! KIYOSHI DUCKS AND IMPACT HEADBUTTS THE RING POST! NINE! Impact goes crashes down to the mats, a far and away look in his eyes as he stares up at the lights. JH: MOTHER OF GOD! CL: Impact just missed a major headbutt, taking himself right back out of this contest! CM: YES! JH: That’s speculation. But things don’t look good for Impact at the moment. TEN! Kiyoshi, down on one knee, tries to shake his line of vision clear, rubbing his throbbing forehead. ELEVEN! With Impact still unmoving, Kiyoshi makes his way over to him and begins the daunting task of lifting his dead weight. TWELVE! Kiyoshi gets Impact up to a sitting position and now grabs him under his arms, trying to lift the rest of him up. THIRTEEN! Success! Kiyoshi gets Impact up and drags him to the apron. FOURTEEN! Kiyoshi throws Impact’s upper half onto the apron and then lifts his legs up. FIFTEEN! Now just a simple push and Impact is rolled back into the ring! SIXTEEN! Whoops! Don’t get counted out, Kiyoshi. He climbs in under the bottom rope, finally breaking that count. CM: Kiyoshi should’ve just left Impact laying on the outside. He could’ve won right there! JH: I don’t think he wants to win that way. Kiyoshi is trying to prove himself a worthy Dual Crown contender, in my opinion. CL: But Chip does have a point. He probably could’ve won right there. Impact looks like he’s out of it. Kiyoshi is in full stalking mode, awaiting Impact to try and make another big comeback. It doesn’t happen and Kiyoshi can see this just as well as we can. Kiyoshi advances, dropping his knees across the back of Impact! He rolls him onto his back and drops a knee into Impact’s stomach and uses that to assist in sitting Impact up. But that ends when Kiyoshi throws a kick upside the back of Impact’s head! CM: Ouch! Loves it! JH: The assault isn’t over, it would seem. Before Impact can fall back to the canvas (but after his eyes roll up into his head) Kiyoshi wraps his arms around Impact’s throat and then throws his legs around Impact’s waist! He falls back, making sure to keep at least one shoulder of the canvas as he locks in his scissored sleeping hold! JH: The Dojime Sleeper! Kiyoshi’s got it synched in! There’s no where for Matt Impact to go! CL: Not only that, but it doesn’t look like Impact is even aware it’s locked in! He’s out of it! CM: Zzzzzzz… Michaela checks on Impact and then lifts his arm into the air… it falls. She signals to the timekeeper the big one. She raises his arm again… and it falls. That’s two, she tells Timmy. Okay, folks, it’s the big one. Michaela lifts Impact’s dead arm up into the air and… IT DOESN’T FALL! MATT IMPACT HAS LIFE SURGING THROUGH HIM! Oh wait, no he doesn’t. It falls! That’s right, everyone! His arm falls a third time! It’s unheard of (in WWE, it’s happened in FIW before I know it has!) yet it’s happening right before our eyes! Michaels signals to the timekeeper that the fat lady has sung! JH: Kiyoshi did it! MA: Here is your winner via technical knock-out! KIYOSHI! NAAAKKKKAAAAHHHHAATTTTAA! CM: Was there any doubt? CL: Impact did have that surge of offense, but Kiyoshi basically dismantled Impact tonight. Michaela has to pull on Kiyoshi’s forearms a moment before he realizes that he has indeed won (or maybe he kept it in for effect). The former Red Cell member (the one that just won the match) swivels up to one knee, staring down at his fallen opponent. Michaela raises Kiyoshi arm into the air and signals to one and all that the man NOT laying on the canvas is the winner. Good thing she was there to tell us this. JH: Will this be the scene at Summer of Sin? Kiyoshi could defeat Impact and become the new Dual Crown Champion! CL: Assuming Impact is able to compete come Summer of Sin. CM: Let’s hope not. JH: Hey, look! A spotlight rushes up to the stage, illuminating a man covered in gold and silver (thanks to a title belt slung over each shoulder) standing with his hands on his hips. Kiyoshi notices him now and bounds to his feet, locking eyes with the Dual Crown Champion known as Xtreme Kitten. JH: There is the champion. Looking eye to eye with a dominate contender. CM: And an unconscious waste of contender. The extreme feline shakes his head, looking none too impressed with what he’s just witnessed from his two challengers come Summer of Sin. Kiyoshi stands on the bottom rope, pointing towards the champ and motioning that the belts will be around his waist before all is said and done. CL: And he doesn’t look too impressed. JH: What’s not to be impressed by? Kiyoshi just dominated a nearly three hundred pound man! CM: Kiyoshi did kind of win because Impact was stupid and knocked himself out. Just saying, is all. JH: Bullshit! Kiyoshi dominated this match. Sure, Impact made a fatal error but Kiyoshi was VERY impressive tonight. And I think Xtreme Kitten should be seriously worried come Summer of Sin. |
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| Crimson Shards | Jul 21 2007, 02:38 AM Post #8 |
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MA: The following Six Man Contest is schedule for One Fall, to a Fifteen Minute Time Limit! 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: Introducing first, from Cheltenham, England; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Seventeen pounds, Liam MOOOOOORRRRRTEEEEEEEEELL!!! "Good Time" by Leroy hits the PA system and the team with no name make their way out from the backstage area. They go to opposite sides of the stage and nod to each other, before running to the middle and doing a jumping highfive. A couple of highfives later and the two are walking down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans behind the barrier. MA: And his partners, at a combined weight of Four Hundred and Seventy Three pounds, Ash Koopa; El Lumberjacko, the Team With No NAAAAAAAAAAAAME!!! the team with no name spring off in opposite directions around the ring, slapping hands with the fans in the first row, making their way all the way around the ring. Meeting back up at where they started they instruct each other to go the opposite way, doing the exact same thing as before except slapping hands with the fans on the other side. After enough handslapping merriment Jacko slides in under the ring and Ash makes his way in by ducking under the top rope. The masked lumberjack makes his way over to the turnbuckle and mounts it, playing to the crowd for cheers in return, while Ash remains by the ropes taunting the crowd with Hogan like mannerisms. Jacko jumps down, hitting another highfive with his team-mate before they head over to their corner. The two start a competitive game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who will start out first as their entrance music dies down. [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 their opponents, first, from Fairfield, Connecticut; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Forty pounds… Sean… MAAAAAAADDDRRROOOOOOXXXXXXXXX!!! The roof of the arena rattles as the bass kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right. He begins to walk down the steel steps admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as he flips off the crowd. [align=center]RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY I’LL ATTACK RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY GO CHANGE YOURSELF RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY NOW I’LL ATTACK I’LL ATTACK, I’LL AA WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/align] Sean reaches the apron and he jumps up on it looking at both sides, then he flips over the top rope into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles and a different X interrupts the Infamous X; the Black Feather Orchestra, fronted by Daisuke ‘The Crow’ Tanaka, belting out the chorus to his own theme… [align=center]X Kanjite Miro! X Sakende Miro! X Subete Nugisutero![/align] Mr. Blond, who it seems has been watching the entrances from the time-keeper’s table, rings the bell early, to trigger a Sean Madrox & Daisuke Tanaka [where did he come from?] two on three rush to the good guys’ corner, banking on surprise to win the day. [align=center]Ba-Ding![/align] Madrox gets a drop-toe hold from the FSC, leaving that part of the assault a face hurting failure; while The Crow manages to hit both of his janken-playing antagonists in the head with the same dropkick, although it only really serves to decide the initial confrontation of the match, a rematch from last week: Mortell the Fighting Spirit Champion vs. Tanaka the [stolen] Tag Champion. The two circle each other, in the time honoured fashion, with Daisuke throwing probing low kicks in with his right foot that are either turned away, or that don’t even reach. JH: Tentative start here, despite the rush at the beginning. Maybe this is the birth of a new Daisuke… CM: I hope not. Who’s going to run rings around these blithering idiots if not him? At the moment, not Daisuke but Sean Madrox, who has now recovered enough to enter the match, with a blind tag; this displeases the Tanaka Zaibatsu, but for now, they shrug and accept it, letting Madrox go against Mortell – who has no intention of fighting the punk. El Lumberjacko tags in. He leaps over the ropes, stretches in his corner, and turns to face Madrox, who rushes in like some variety of bull. The Lumberjack kicks out the back of his leg and goes for a quick pin [align=center]Too Slow![/align] Jacko tells Mark Jackson as much as he slides in. The lumberjack luchador pins again, but once more Jackson is too slow for him. Mark Jackson rolls his eyes and tells him to get on with it, and Jacky covers once again, only for Madrox to roll him up! [align=center]One! Two!! Ash With The Save!!![/align] He might not have needed to this early in the match, but still, like a good partner, Ash makes the save anyway. The two without names then run Madrox back to his corner before Ash is told to leave the ring. The Phenomenal One, in a less than phenomenal move, punches The Lumberjack in the back of the head, and drags him around, to where Mr. Blond and Mr. Tanaka both have their boots waiting across the top rope. JH: Sean Madrox declining an advantage? A new leaf for him perhaps? CL: Nah, I think he just doesn’t like those two. JH: Fair point. This is in response to Madrox taking El Lumberjacko to a neutral corner and attacking him there instead, which isn’t the best idea, since after a few forearms to the Jack’s sizable gut, the Lumberjack Luchador hops up to the top rope, and flies around with a Tornado DDT, leaving the Tanaka Zaibatsu looking unimpressed, with their boots still draped over the top rope. An excited looking Lumberjack motions for one of the heels in the corner to come out and fight him, but they don’t look too interested. Oh well, back to Madrox, is now being taken back to the corner without a name. Ash tags in, and his partners help him over the top rope to hit a slingshot senton. JH: Tremendous agility! CM: I don’t know if tremendous is the word, he was kind of thrown… That may be true, but it was a 19 stone bloke hitting a senton atomico, over the top rope, which still needs a bit of agility, and it leaves Ash hip-tossing Madrox towards the heels’ corner for one of the Zaibatsu to take over. Mr. Blond obliges. The Peroxide Outlaw steps through the ropes, circling the imposing harbinger of Koopamania, who himself merely stands in the centre of the ring, daring him to attack. CM: *Yawning:* I never knew why Daisuke keeps this guy around, he’s so god-damned boring. JH: You just don’t appreciate his style of wrestling. CL: Eh? Neither do you! Actually, Hitchen appreciates the rarely displayed technical side of Mr. Blond, harking back to the days of ITV’s World of Sport, as shown by the display of hold and counter-hold, which goes from a Blond Arm-wrench, to a Koopa hammerlock, into a Blond upper wrist lever. The Hitchen pleasing exchange lasts no longer; Ash appears to be able to overpower Blondie until the bequiffed one stamps on his toes, and takes advantage of the lack of balance by throwing him over his hip, holding on the wrist lever. JH: And he was doing so well, too… CL: Yeah Bitchen, a chain of three whole moves! Impressive… The heelery continues with a toe-capped boot prodding Koopa’s ribs repeatedly, before dragging him back to the heels’ corner, hauling him up, so that they can take turns coming down onto Ash’s shoulder. That’s the plan at least, even if Madrox seems too bored to care for the Tanaka Zaibatsu’s direction in the matter. Ash doesn’t stand for this kind of treatment forever, and smacks Blondie in the face. The hold is released and the lackey staggered long enough for the escape, and even the swift reactions of the Crow, tagging in and hopping the ropes can’t prevent the escape. Ash Koopa turns and decides to stand and fight. JH: Are we about to see that bastard get his head kicked in?!?!?! CL & CM: … Hitchen? JH: Um, I meant to say “are we about to see that villain’s comeuppance?” And that is exactly what everyone in attendance seems to want as well, as the two stare each other down. And stare. Eventually, they start to walk in circles around each other, soaking up the atmosphere. Ash, whose stated aim is to entertain the world, is the first to notice that only so much ‘atmosphere’ can be enjoyed at anyone one time; running in with an unwieldy looking dropkick, that’s spotted from a mile away and dodged. La Magstral quickly follows: [align=center]One! Two!! El Lumberjacko With The Save!!![/align] The Lumberjack is the one who’s the Good Samaritan this time, even if it wasn’t necessary, but then who can pass up the chance to kick Daisuke when he doesn’t expect it? Tanaka rolls away, and resurfaces on one knee to rearrange his belt, glaring frostily at his nemeses. JH: AAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- CM: Missed. Nyeh. Once again Daisuke is not in the way of the attack. This recurring theme could get quite annoying if El Lumberjacko hadn’t disobeyed the referee, and dragged the enemy up to his feet in a full nelson, so Ash can call again for the Ash Bomber. The crowd agree and Ash charges in… Only for both to duck it! Ash steam-rolls back in, and Daisuke dives at his feet, with El Lumberjacko still on his back. Ash runs over the two of them, and when the Lumberjack drags Daisuke up again, he’s barrelled backwards through the ropes. Both of them. JH: Look Out!!! CM: Thank you, Mr. Blond, you’ve just saved me the pain of a fat old man pretending to be a skinny young cruiserweight. Mr. Blond, with a sharp kick to the back of the leg might have denied the world the finest suicide it has ever seen, we’ll never know. Outside, Liam Mortell tries to separate The Crow and The Lumberjack, and get the match going once more. Daisuke scampers in and cartwheels over a knee lift from Ash, and offering his hand to Sean Madrox. Madrox doesn’t accept. CM: I got one for you, what did the five fingers say to the face? Slap! By way of a tag. Or is that tag by way of a slap to the face? Either way, Madrox is now your legal man, and he looks happy about none of it. The manner of the tag; the disrespect he’s being shown and the opponent he’s left with. Still, he tries to make the best of it, with an actual knee lift into Ash’s gut, and a whip to the neutral corner. Ash reverses, and goes right after him. He’s almost met with a Headache, but he manages to block it and spins away clasping Madrox’s ankles to his own shoulders and just spinning. CM: … I think I’m going to be sick… JH: Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten!!! And on the tenth, Madrox is hurled to the good guy’s corner, whereupon Liam tags in and goes to work with loud, loud chops. So loud, in fact, he has to quieten down the crowd [with the help of El Lumberjacko and Ash] so as to deafen the audience with their loudness. Los Technicos also help Sean into position for an Oklahoma Bomb, a sort of elevated roll-up type of dealy, relying on the height to hurt. Which it does. [align=center]One! Two!! Liam breaks to avoid a Roundhouse!!![/align] Well, it’s been a while since Daisuke even tried to take someone’s head off with a roundhouse kick, but Mortell saw it coming all the way across the ring, and breaks his pinfall, long before the kick can connect with his head. Other than that, Dai-chan cares not a jot for Madrox’s well being. In particular, the fact that - as he walks away - Madrox is locked into Robinson’s Bear Hug. All he gets from his partners is some drawled encouragement from the Cajun. CL: I hope he breaks a few ribs or something soon. Mmm… droplets of blood falling from shards of bone… JH: Meanwhile, back to reality… The Phenomenal One barely escapes the fate Conse would have for him by reaching out for the ropes and barely making it. He holds on a second once his feet reconnect with the mat, and takes stock of the situation. The general idea is as follows: Eye rake. School Boy. Handful of cargo pants. [align=center]One! Two!! Liam Kicks Out With His Dignity Intact!!![/align] Luckily for him, Madrox did not manage to remove his trousers as he kicks out, it is however less fortunate that Madrox drags him back to the Zaibatsu corner trying to marshal the troops. He fails. Mr. Blond doesn’t even need the boss to look at him to tell him not to interfere. Madrox is not happy, and tries to demonstrate this to Messrs. Blond and Tanaka. JH: I have never been so happy to see mist appear in someone’s face, ever. CM: What about when Nightmare was blinded for weeks? CL: That was you who loved that one. JH: Can’t say I approve too much of the two of them abandoning him to his fate, but I hope it’ll teach him a valuable lesson. CM: You mean like, don’t trust men in sharp suits? Don’t trust men with mist glands? Don’t trust men with sharp suits and mist glands? The list is endless. Fortunately, since this is written, we don’t have to listen to them all. The team with no name have tagged in from their illegally impaired colleague, and race to capitalise, regardless of whether Daisuke and Blondie are sticking around or not. The sprightly Lumberjack gets to Madrox first as Ash goes to the top rope. Busaikuu Knee knocks back Madrox into position, and before you can say it’s name, the move, the JH: SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHH SPOOOOOOOONSEEEEE CL: You can’t finish that Bitchen. Legal reasons and all. JH: Oh… [align=center]One! Two!! Three DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align] The excessive bell ringing is thanks to Daisuke Tanaka, who has perched himself on the timekeeper’s table. Mike Anderson has also had his job stolen by the drawling Cajun: Mr. Blond: Here are y’all’s winnahs, Tweedledee, Tweedledum, an’ tha other guy… Tha Trio With a Lame Name!!! Good Time hits the speakers in honour of the occasion, and the belt motioning joy is short lived. Well, joy isn’t the right word. No part of the The trio with no name is actually happy. Liam Mortell looks actively disappointed, and El Lumberjacko and Ash Koopa seem to be taking this as a sign of their imminent tag title victory, from the way they’re motioning around their waists. The current tag champions have something to say about this… Mr. Blond: Yea, yea y’all, keep wavin’ those hands. I’s as close as ya getting’ Mr. The Crow: Not, you understand, that you will be deprived of a chance. Mr. Blond: Aww no y’all. Tha Boss, in all his Gran’ B’nevolence, is gon’ give y’undeservin’ ingrates another shot. An’ ya know, since we got ‘Rematch clauses’ loomin’ ‘bove ou’ heads, we reckon tha’ i’s only fair tha’ we deal wi’ tha Revolution while we they’. JH: What rot. I bet Krahe forced it upon them. CM: Still, it’ll be nice for them to get away from all this low-lifes. Mr. The Crow: Indeed gentlemen. Never let it be said that I am completely heartless. One last chance. One for you two, and one for those other pretenders. We shall see you both in the desert. The microphone clatters on the floor as the two draw themselves up their feet in a Ninja LUV pose, as X, of all songs, plays. In time with the last line of the chorus, the two spit mist up and across each other, in that very same X, before disappearing through the crowd, leaving all three faces to revel in Good Time. |
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JH: Welcome back to ReVolt ladies and gentlemen and it is now time for our main event. CL: This is going to be fucking brilliant. CM: More like a train wreck of massive proportions. JH: Two weeks ago Extreme Ninja #2 did what many would consider the impossible and won a battle royale, with the winner receiving a Dual Crown shot. CL: It’d be fucking some thing if Ninja dethrones Kitten just a week before Summer of Sin. CM: Some thing alright, I think it’d lead to the largest mass suicide spree amongst wrestling fans ever, myself included. MA: The following contest is your scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt and has been set for one fall to a finish! The General Manager has granted a one hour time limit for this bout and the official for it is Tony Clarke. And it is for…the Full Intensity Wrestling’s Dual Crown Championship! 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: Guy has been through a lot in the last few months, but he needs to put all of that behind him for at least this one night if he wants to succeed. CM: Really? Focus on the fact Graver defeated you! Focus on the fact you’ve made me sit through an even worse Flycore Champion! Focus on the fact that Zesboca Devani kicked you to the curb like a bad habit and went to Graver! Focus on the fact that you’re only in the friends’ zone and forever shall be in it with Jaime Lee! Focus on the fact that Xtreme Kitten is more or less the only thing on Jaime Lee’s mind now a days! Focus on the fact that the freak is coming into this wanting to disfigure yo- JH: Chip! We get it! Besides…I don’t think Ninja wants to be any thing more than friends with Jaime Lee, just like Lesbiana. 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. CM: I may be bored by this, but I support freak on freak violence. JH: …Charming. CL: Will you two old wives shut up, they’re starting the introductions. MA: Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in tonight at-HEY! I’m not done y-oh shit! Michael Anderson bails from the ring as Kitten races across the ring and dives onto the smaller man, nailing a jumping body splash in the corner as the referee calls for the bell! JH: So much for introductions! CL: I think that’s the most air I’ve ever seen out of Kitten! CM: Remember folks, vote for Chip Martin in Two Thousand and Eight for freak on freak violence. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] JH: And we’re under way folks! CL: Looks like the champ took his mentor’s words to heart. CM: For a better America, and for a less freak filled America. Upon landing after the attack the champion backs up and let’s EN #2 fall limp and into a slump in the corner, only being hung up by his arms on the top rope. Kitten gets a head of speed and rushes back in, scaling right up Ninja’s midsection and chest before kicking him in the face! In midair XK flips and lands back on his feet, his arms out stretched and a smug grin on his face as he looks out to the crowd who are cheering him on even more so than normal. “That’s for you Sayama, you maneuver and gimmick stealing cunt!” XK proclaims at the top of his lungs before stomping the referee turned wrestler a few times in the corner. CL: For those unenlightened souls out there, I think he’s referring to Satoru Sayama, the original Tiger Mask. CM: Tiger Mask? Huh…that seems kinda familiar. JH: Apparently, by Kitten’s word, that’s because he copied the Gatito tradition…and apparently that maneuver. The Feline Fighter jogs out of the corner and to the corner across from it, stopping and turning around before he barrels right back towards it. Within inches of it he leaps into the air and goes for a baseball slide dropkick, only for Ninja to roll out of the way at the last possible second! Frantically EN #2 tries to get to his feet only for the Feline to swap them out from underneath him, diving at him and clawing and biting him! XK hisses furiously and digs his nails into the clothes of his foe and bites into his neck and tries to do the same to his head! CM: Is…he… JH: Um…Well, it would appear… CL: He’s fighting like a fucking cat… Instantly Clarke hurries onto the scene and starts counting for the champ to get up off of his challenger and stop biting him. When Tony is about to count the five…Xtreme Kitten leaps off of Ninja and pounces on top of the referee, taking him to the canvas with a hard thud! Kitten arches his back and meows angrily at the senior official lying below him as he glares down at him to boot. As this entire thing is going on EN #2 is near the bottom rope, leaning against it and trying to recover from the small flurry of offense XK put together. JH: I…don’t even know how to call this ladies and gentlemen. CL: He did promise he’d fight like the old man… CM: And I thought he was a freak before this. Even Lucy is rolling her eyes and pleading with her boyfriend and client to keep his head in the game, but instead XK hops off of Tony and trots over to the corner on all fours. Literally Kitten starts using the turnbuckle pads similar to how a cat uses a scratching post, gradually ruining the turnbuckle pads as he continues to do this. Back up to his feet, Ninja charges at the corner but before he can do any thing XK makes his hands in a paw like shape swap his legs out from beneath him again. This time snatching his lower leg and gets up to one knee, slowly twisting it is a sloppy inverted ankle lock while Kitten hisses at EN #2. CL: Hey, look at that, a actual wrestling maneuver. A horribly executed one, but one none the less. CM: Gah…so boring. JH: Is he…HISSING at Ninja as he has him in the hold? Blankly Extreme Ninja #2 stares up at the man that is twisting his ankle into an uncomfortable position, looking around. Calmly the former referee places his hand on the bottom rope that is only a few inches away from him and lifts up his free foot, shooing XK with it. FIW’s senior referee gets on the champion’s case and once again the champ takes every liberty with that five count before releasing the hold and hissing at Tony. Kitten cocks his head in a snubbing fashion as he trots away from the referee and his challenger on all fours, moving to the other side of the ring. CM: Oh thank god for that poor positioning for the hold. JH: I’m not even sure if Kitten could’ve won had they been better positioned. CL: Yeah, that was the worst ankle lock I had ever seen, inverted or otherwise. The two men look at each other and then at Xtreme Kitten, who’s decided to plop down and begin licking his hand to use it to clean his mask. Ninja almost looks angry with this cat bath, getting up to his feet and jogs across the ring, jumping up and hitting a dropkick to the back of XK’s head! Picking up the Feline Fighter is far from an easy task, though he does manage to do it eventually and whips him across the ring and sends him right into the ropes. FIW’s Dual Crown Champion springs off of them and sprints back, going around EN #2 and looking for a Mexican style arm drag only for Ninja to reverse it and go for his own. JH: I’m not sure whether this game plan is effective or not for our champion. CL: It’s fucking embarrassing for us either way. CM: Yeah… Except that Kitten does show he holds some lucha libre roots, reversing the arm drag attempt too and going again for his own Mexican style arm drag. The former Flycore Champion plants his weight and stops it from happening any time in the near future in this match. That doesn’t stop Xtreme Kitten from growling and hissing as he tries to strain his power to do it, but leverage is on the side of the smaller man in this battle. Finally he gives up on that and simply just hooks Ninja’s other arm and brings him forward, dropping to his knees and getting a backslide pin fall! CL: When the fuck did Kitten learn that?! CM: Please just let it be over… [align=center]1![/align] JH: This has been a…strange match to say the very least. CL: More like fucking bizarre. [align=center]2![/align] CM: Please let this have caught him off guard and make it a three. JH: It’s very well possible! [align=center]THRE-NO! KICK OUT![/align] CL: Ninja survives, thankfully. CM: …Damn… Lucy and Kitten both look as upset as Chip that this isn’t over, checking with Tony that it was indeed only a two that was counted for the pin fall. Mean while the second generation Extreme Ninja uses the momentum of being unhooked to simply roll back up onto his feet. Upon doing so he swings out a nasty low roundhouse kick, knocking the champion silly and making him fall to the canvas in a lifeless heap of mush. The ever lovely Lucy screeches in fury at the tiny masked man as he bounds off of the ropes and looks for some thing, what we’ll never know as Xtreme Kitten hits a drop toe hold. CM: There we go, do that some more. JH: One has to wonder if Kitten would be having this much trouble against Extreme Ninja #2 if he was only using his normal style. CL: I’m not wondering about that, I’m wondering if it’s too late to change the pay per view posters. Kitten swaps at Ninja’s face with his paw once before getting back up and bolting towards the ropes himself, bouncing off of them. When he gets back within range of the smaller masked man XK springs into the air and drives all of his weight back first onto EN #2 with a senton splash! Extreme Ninja #2 rolls over in agony as he holds his stomach, kicking his feet a few times when XK pounces on top of him and grabs his arms! In the blink of an eye he’s hooked both over his knees and wraps his hands around Ninja’s chin, pulling back and shouts “Another stolen one from the old man! Yeah, oh yeah! I’m looking at you Vasori, you piece of shit!” JH: Oh lord…Now he’s calling out the Iron Sheik… CL: He needs to quit jaw jacking and focus on the submission, that is some of the poorest looking locking I’ve ever seen. CM: Maybe some one should send him a memo, no more submissions. Tony Clarke circles around the duo, continually asking the challenger if he is in the mood to submit to the hold yet, and each time gets a shake of negative. Shockingly very little strain is put into getting his arms back over XK’s knees and freeing them from the holding, much to the user’s dismay. Quickly he yanks Kitten’s hands off of his head and snatches the larger man’s squatting legs, pushing them and lifting them as much as he can. Before the fans know what has happened Ninja pulls his body up to a sitting position and flips the champion, planting his legs over XK’s arms and grabbing both of his legs! CL: A package roll up! CM: Hey, that dorky ninja actually used the freak’s own idea. [align=center]1![/align] JH: Could this be it?! CL: Probably not. [align=center]TW-NO! XK ROLLS THE TWO OF THEM OVER, SWITCHING IT![/align] CM: Great, another pin fall. JH: This could be it! [align=center]1![/align] CL: Do you always have to say that?! Seriously?! CM: Yeah, can’t you come up with any thing else?! [align=center]TW-NO KICK OUT![/align] JH: Looks like the mustard fell off of Kitten’s hot dog. CL: That’s even worse… Meowing in frustration, Xtreme Kitten gets back up to his feet as EN #2 does the very same thing and runs right at the masked feline! XK ducks out of the way of the leg lariat and when Extreme Ninja #2 lands on his feet behind XK, and Kitten turns around and wraps one of his massive arms around his neck! Not so gracefully the champion tries for a side headlock takedown, it turning more into a slam than it usually is when Ninja lands on the mat. Before the Feline Fighter can do what he had in mind to do, lock in La Furia, the second Extreme Ninja scurries out and away from the masked feline! CM: Thank goodness he avoided another stupid submission situation… JH: That was indeed a close one for Extreme Ninja, a second or two longer and Kitten would’ve locked in the infamous hold and it would’ve been all over. CL: Don’t know about that… Near frantically in pace the second generation Extreme Ninja unloads a very low, almost soccer kick style, martial arts kick to the back of Kitten’s head. With a motion from his hand, Tony Clarke tosses it over to the smaller masked man, and before you know it EN #2 scribbles onto his sign “Bust a Move~!” What happens next is some of the worst break dancing of all time and then Ninja bounces into the air, hitting a standing shooting star leg drop to XK’s neck! Xtreme Kitten hisses and meows, and growls out in pain as EN #2 stomps his neck a few times and then proceeds to start dragging him towards one of the corners. JH: Bust a Move~! CL: Quit that Hitchen! You dance worst than my fucking grandma and she’s DEAD! CM: This is so embarrassing…I’m not sure which is more, Hitchen’s dancing or the fact Ninja is having such a strong advantage. Casually Extreme Ninja #2 drops the Dual Crown Champion’s leg and walks over to the corner, grabbing both top ropes and pulling his body up to spring off of the bottom rope. Which when he does, he flings his body back and flips through the air, landing a moonsault onto the prone body of the Feline Fighter to a eruption of cheers! Scrambling back up to his feet, Ninja nearly trips over his own feet getting back over to the corner and repeating the process. Except this time the former referee springs off of the middle rope and lands a moonsault with a little more height and sting to it than the last one! CL: Haven’t seen this out of him in a while, looks like he’s pulling out all the stops for this! CM: Here we go! Some more quality freak on freak violence! JH: One more moonsault and this’ll spell the end of Xtreme Kitten’s reign! Come on kid, get up! Do it! California’s fans in attendance all are feeling the same way as Jonathon Hitchen, with Lucy seemingly the champion’s sole supporter right at this moment. The former Flycore Champion peels his body off of the cringing form that is Xtreme Kitten, and heads back over to the corner. It only takes one second for EN #2 to launch his body up onto the very top of the turnbuckle, sitting up on the perch only for a moment because he is ready to spring off. It is just then when a familiar screaming voice says “Come on! Get up! Come on! You totally need to get up!” it draws his (and probably all of the fans’) attention away from the situation at hand. CM: Yes! Finally some thing to capture my interest besides the occasional shot of Lucy! JH: Oh no…I thought she would’ve learned… CL: Well her friend Ninja is in this and…whatever Xtreme Kitten is to her. Any guesses to Jaime Lee would be correct as she bounces down the walk way, looking less bubbly than she normally does and a bit worried. She pounds her hands against the mat and screams out at the top of her lungs “Like, if you don’t get up you’ll lose your belts Kitten!” All of this distraction for the fans and Extreme Ninja #2 is just what the doctor ordered for the Dual Crown Champion, who looks to be in a lot of pain right now as he sits up. Kitten doesn’t even seem to have noticed Jaime’s presence like every one else as he growls out “Fuck this” and gets up to his feet, charging the corner. Like a lightning bolt he zips up the bottom and middle buckles, hitting the Kao Loi knee strike to the back of Ninja’s neck…that sends the tinier man tumbling to the outside and landing back of his neck first on the mats! JH: Ninja might be dead after that! DAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRRROOOOOOOUUUUUSSSS~!!! CL: That or have a fucking broken neck! CM: Guess the old game plan is out the window now. It is just as Jaime Lee’s expression turns to a horrified look at what just happened only a few feet away from her that Kitten notices her presence at ringside. His eyes grow wide and instantly he looks over at the fuming Lucy, waving his hands and trying to explain his innocence to her. Seeing that it only is making things worse for him, XK then opts to simply hurry out of the ring and go after his would-be challenger that might just be dead. He isn’t the only one going after Extreme Ninja #2, Tony checks on the man to make sure he is able to compete and Jaime is making her way over to him. CL: We might need to stop this match. CM: What? Just for some silly near death or actual death experience? Pfft, I say let Kitten at least get a pin on the guy. JH: You’re deplorable and disgusting Chip! Talking so lightly about a man’s life like that! This Lucy matter only building onto the annoyance Xtreme Kitten is feeling right now, so it is to no surprise when he pulls the referee away from Ninja. However, there are a few gasps and mummers when he does the same to the FIW Hellcat, Jaime Lee, and does it just as roughly as he did to Tony. With all of them out of the way he crouches down and wraps his arms around the head of EN #2, pulling him up to his feet and leading him to the ring. Idly Kitten tosses the lifeless heap into the ring and whistles at Clarke, motioning him to get back inside the ring, though ignoring Jaime who looks surprised as she sits on the mats thanks to the shove. CM: Alright, looks like the pin is a coming. JH: Oh come on Kitten! Shoving a lady?! CL: While I don’t completely agree, she was in the way, and not like she was even really checking on the kid to begin with. Nonchalantly XK rolls back under the bottom rope and even holds the bottom rope up a bit to give the senior official an easier time back in. Roughly the Feline Fighter places his forearm over the masked jaw line of the Ninja and hooks both of his legs with the other arm. Bossily the champ meows orders at the referee to start the count, who would rather finish checking on the challenger first. But, after a hissing growl from Kitten, Tony does as he was asked and raises his hand to start the count. JH: As much as I’ve been in support of him and been positive about his chances, I think this is it, and for his own health and well being, I think Ninja should stay down. CL: Yeah, he had a good try, but it is over now… [align=center]ON-HAND ON THE ROPES![/align] CM: What the heck?! He’s still alive?! JH: What in the world did we just witness?! Did we just witness what I think we did?! If you’re recording this folks, rewind that and get back to me that I wasn’t dreaming! All three collective of Tony Clarke, Xtreme Kitten and Lucy look just as shocked by the hand that is holding the rope as tightly as possible like it is a life line. Just to make sure he isn’t seeing or hearing things, the champion makes sure that it was only a count of one by the referee. Clarke reveals that it wasn’t even that, much to the utter bafflement of the Feline Fighter sitting on his knees staring at the referee. Shrugging it off, XK dusts his hands off on his knees and gets back up to a vertical base, gradually raising his leg and bending it at the knee. CL: Looks like Kitten is going to try and finish the job quickly. CM: Yeah, he might’ve pulled off one miracle but Tiny Tim isn’t pulling off another. JH: I’m not so sure, after that, I think any thing could happen in this match! Anxiety hangs over the entire arena full of fans as XK hangs his leg in the air, taking aim for where exactly he wants to attack on his opponent. Moments later he brings his foot down for the Garvin Stomp…but Extreme Ninja #2 rolls out of the away and avoids getting his head crushed! In a panic the second generation Extreme Ninja uses the ropes to pull his body back up to his feet and leans against it, staring out at Lucy and Jaime Lee. His gaze stays there for a few moments before he tears it away and comes face to face as humanly possible with the height difference with the Dual Crown Champion. CM: Stop that! Stay still you little bug! This isn’t Christmas! This isn’t a time for miracles! It’s July for Pete’s sake! JH: I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes! CL: Don’t get too excited Hitchen, he’s still got a tall mountain to climb. Challenging his larger foe, EN #2 nearly cleans Xtreme Kitten’s clock with a stiff forearm strike to the face! Kitten brings a hand to his masked face and looks a little bemused at the gull of his challenger, before he turns right around and hammers him back with a forearm strike! It is on, the two starts firing off forearm strikes at a rapid fire pace at each other; their arms are going so fast they are becoming blurs to the camera! Sadly, with each passing moment Xtreme Kitten proves why he’s been such a dominant champion, over powering Ninja. JH: While Ninja is a skilled martial artist in his own right, Kitten holds the power advantage and his style of Mauy Thai focuses more on these types of attacks. CL: In other words, Ninja is in a losing game. CM: Hasn’t he been in that since the beginning? For every blow that connects, EN #2 staggers back a step and for every passing second in this contest of strikes he begins to slowly realize he’s in a losing battle. Opting to not wave the white flag, Ninja switches up his game and stops firing off forearm strikes and goes for kicks! To be exact low side kicks that are targeting Xtreme Kitten’s ankles and knees, and thighs depending on the actual strike and desperately he tries to block XK’s shots. It isn’t obvious at first, but gradually the momentum starts swinging back into the favor of Extreme Ninja #2 as he blocks and avoids more and more forearm strikes from Kitten! CL: Looks like the little guy heard us, because now he’s saving his chance! CM: Don’t count your freakish eggs before they hatch, Conse. JH: Keep them coming Ninja, come on! Fight back kid, you’ve got him rocking! Still Kitten holds his ground and keeps hitting more than he is missing or getting blocked right now, though it does now look like a losing game for the champ. Each kick shakes the Feline Fighter’s legs and makes them look less and less stable for supporting all of his weight. Speeding this theory up a bit, the former referee leaps up and almost decapitates the champion with a jumping back brain kick that sends XK stumbling! Lucy amongst others let’s out a collective gasp when Xtreme Kitten drops down to one knee in the middle of the ring. CM: Oh god no… JH: Ninja just out struck Kitten! And now he’s all set up for it, all it’ll take is one more move! CL: To be fair, it took Ninja constantly upping up his strikes to match just Kitten’s basic and base level strikes. Groaning slightly from the pain of those forearm strikes, Ninja lifts up his sign and scribbles some thing onto it as the fans are going nuts. The second generation Extreme Ninja rushes towards and hits the ropes, bouncing out of them and going as fast as he can back towards XK! Like a million times before EN #2 scales up the body of the champion from behind and…Xtreme Kitten snatches both of the legs of the former sign wielding referee! Quickly the Feline Fighter gets up to his feet and shifts Ninja’s body around, setting him up in a fireman’s carry position with a smirk, when he hits a snap death valley driver and goes for the cover! JH: Wait a second…Kitten just used the Impact Drop! CL: Looks like Xtreme Kitten has the presence of mind to play a mind game of sorts with Matt Impact. [align=center]1![/align] CM: Bah, they both suck. JH: Either way, after using that, it could have been the final nail in Ninja’s proverbial coffin! [align=center]TW-FOOT ON THE ROPES![/align] CL: This little guy just won’t die! CM: I can only hope Kitten bloodies him as bad as another top champion once did. Mad his joke didn’t get him the victory, Kitten argues with the referee and claims that he should count faster but Tony claims he’s counting fast enough. Rolling over to the ropes, EN #2 grabs a hold of them and uses them to pull his body back up to a standing position, staring out at a still bewildered Jaime Lee. When he turns around Ninja walks right into an Uraken from the champ that nearly spins his mask around…yet he stays standing! Xtreme Kitten growls at the limp yet still standing frame of his challenger, snatching his arm and pulling him forward and right into a roundhouse kick! CL: Uraken followed right up by the Hello Kitty Roundhouse Kick! CM: Can’t blame the freak for being mad, this runt isn’t making him look good. JH: Runt?! At one point you could call Ninja that, but he isn’t exact the one hundred and eighty pounder that first walked into FIW any more! Extreme Ninja #2 just crumbles to the mat and XK looks delighted, placing one finger over his left nostril so he can proceed to blow his right nostril’s contents onto Ninja! The crowd is rather divided about that, some laughing and others being utterly disgusted by the boogers and snot. Jaime Lee and Lucy both clearly fall into the latter category by their reactions at ringside to it, though Lucy quickly gets back on XK’s case to end it. The champion grumbles and stomps the smaller man one time on the head for good measure before pulling him back up, throwing him into a standing head scissors. CM: Ew…that’s just gross. JH: How disrespectful! CL: I don’t think a little snot matters, because it looks like it might be about done for Ninja! Much to his steadily building anger, the FIW Dual Crown Champion discovers he can’t lift up his challenger for the Kitten’s Meow. Every time he tries it, Ninja either blocks it or tries to reverse it, and not wanting to put up with this sort of tedious task right now, XK just clobbers his back several times! Once feeling that is enough, Kitten pulls EN #2 out of the standing head scissors and instead grabs him and lifts him up into the Argentine! There is a dark gleam in the Feline Fighter’s eyes as he stalks around the ring with the tinier man resting on his shoulders. JH: Oh no…Here it comes… CL: Guess we know whose heading to Summer of Sin as champion. CM: Great… Deciding that is enough taunting and teasing of it and the fans are at a boiling point for it, Kitten is about to unleash it when…EN #2 elbows him in the head! Rapidly and frantically Ninja drives an onslaught of elbow strikes into the side of XK’s cranium! At first it seemingly has no effect, but with each passing flurry of them it rocks the champion more and more. Lucy screeches at the top of her lungs for her boyfriend and client to do some thing, and he does, he drops Extreme Ninja #2 and falls down onto one knee! CL: Holy shit! Ninja escaped it! CM: Why won’t he just die already?! JH: The heart and the will to keep on fighting has to be the only thing keeping this kid going! As the fans are going absolutely mental Ninja tries and uses a bit of this time to recover, still reeling from the abuse he just experienced. Though only a few moments later he rushes behind XK, and oddly goes around him and heads back around to the ropes in front of him! The former Flycore Champion bounces off of them and uses that extra momentum to go even faster, scaling right up Xtreme Kitten’s knee! That infamous boot comes crashing down onto the top of Kitten’s skull, and the two falls in a heap, Ninja rolling them over and goes for the cover! CM: What the hell was that?! JH: It was a inverted I STEP ON YOU by Ninja! He did it! He did it by god! [align=center]1![/align] CL: I can’t fucking believe it! That little son of a bitch has done it! CM: And I thought Kitten was bad… [align=center]2![/align] JH: Ladies and gentlemen we are witnessing a historic moment in FIW, the crowning of a new champion just days before Summer of Sin! CL: That’s right, how are Kiyoshi and Matt gonna react to this?! [align=center]3~! -NO! LUCY BREAKS UP THE PIN BY ATTACKING NINJA WITH THE GHC! DING DING DING~!!![/align] CM: Ha, ha! There ya go Lucy! JH: What?! What?! What in the bloody hell has that woman done?! CL: Saved her investment. MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winner as a result of a disqualification…EXXXXXXXTRRRRRREEEEEEMMMMMMMMME NNNNNNNIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNJA NNNNNNUMMMMMMBERRRR TWOOOOOO~!!! But, still your FIW Dual Crown Champion…XXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRREEEEMMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEENNNNNNNNNN~!!! JH: He was so close! He was so bloody close! CL: You know what they say, behind every great man… CM: Is a gold digging wife? ”Another Body Murdered” reprises on the sound system as the fans as a whole let out a collective sigh at the turn of events. Though quickly start cheering when FIW’s Sweetheart, Jaime Lee slides into the ring and pulls Lucy right off of Ninja! Tony Clarke checks on Ninja and Jaime pats him on the shoulder as Lucy growls at her presence, though pulls XK out of the ring. Kitten literally falls onto the floor in a heap, Lucy rolling her eyes and looking annoyed as she carries the two belts over her shoulders and drags him to the back. JH: So, I suppose it will be Xtreme Kitten after all that will be facing Kiyoshi and Matt at Summer of Sin still! CL: Only because of a fucking sucky technicality, look at him, he’s out cold, he wasn’t going to kick out. CM: Yeah, but thems the breaks some times. CL: In either case we are all out of time, for Chip and Hitchen, I’m Constance. We’ll see you next week from the desert just outside of Las Vegas for Summer of Sin Two Thousand and Seven…You wouldn’t FU- Suddenly the camera cuts to the dark and dimly lit boiler room, and the enigmatic masked features of Krähe. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Ladies and gentlemen, ghouls and goblins… kssshhhhhk... here is the official run down…kssshhhhhk... of Summer of Ssssssin……kssshhhhhk... [align=center] [/align]Krähe: kssshhhhhk... FIW Flycore Champion, Graver… kssshhhhhk... has issued a challenge to all in the Flycore Division…kssshhhhhk... to a Riot Rules Match……kssshhhhhk... Already confirmed for it are Colbert Tottington, Extreme Ninja #2, Justin Sane, Phyllis Bathory and Shaun Wilson and Zesboca Devani…kssshhhhhk... [align=center] [/align]Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Elrick and Sean Madrox have both cashed in their rematch clauses… kssshhhhhk... as well as Ethan Adams has earned another shot…kssshhhhhk... after winning his last by count out……kssshhhhhk... And Liam Mortell shall defend against them in a Tables are Legal Elimination Match…kssshhhhhk... [align=center] [/align]Krähe: kssshhhhhk... After their strong showing the past few weeks… kssshhhhhk... The Team With No Name has earned another shot at the tag titles…kssshhhhhk... However, the Revolution have cashed in their rematch clause as well……kssshhhhhk... So, the Zaibatsu shall defend their belts against both teams in a one fall to a finish match…kssshhhhhk... [align=center] [/align]Krähe: kssshhhhhk... After winning his last bout with the champion by disqualification… kssshhhhhk... And after her strong showing as of late…kssshhhhhk... Crackerjack and Kailey Lane have earned their shots at Momoko’s championship……kssshhhhhk... A three way dance shall take place with one fall to a finish…kssshhhhhk... [align=center] [/align]Krähe: kssshhhhhk... The FIW Hellcat Division Tournament has come down to this… kssshhhhhk... Two friends shall do battle…kssshhhhhk... The winner shall be crowned the first ever Hellcat Division Champion……kssshhhhhk... But to do so, they must survive Trial by Wire!…kssshhhhhk... [align=center] [/align]Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Kiyoshi Nakahata and Matt Impact have earned their shot… kssshhhhhk... at the biggest and grandest prize of all in FIW…kssshhhhhk... as well as a chance to face Xtreme Kitten in one on one settings for the entire night, without the other challenger getting involved……kssshhhhhk... Because it’ll be the third ever Roll of the Dice Match!…kssshhhhhk... FIW’s General Manager leans in a bit closer, the light from the candles revealing more of his cloaked appearance. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... See you on the twenty ninth…kssshhhhhk... Suddenly a ring tone version of his entrance music starts playing and he retrieves a cell phone from the darkness, presumably his. Quickly he sees who is calling and then even quicker answers the phone, placing it near the side of his head. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Yes sir?...kssshhhhhk... There is nothing on this end and nothing can be heard from the other end, though the GM nods. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... He’s coming to the event?...kssshhhhhk... Right…understood… kssshhhhhk... Abruptly Krähe looks up and signals for the feed to be cut, the camera man obeys and viewers are plunged into darkness as he gets to speak in private…
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